#pleasure slave

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

[fantisyoflove]

Pleasure Slave (part 3)

Warnings: Same as before, read the other chapters to know whats up

“Because I know what you want.” You said, gaining confidence. You let your fingers drag lazily across his chest as you circles around to his back and stopped once you were behind him, your fingers traced down from his shoulders along his spine and stopped at his cute dimple in his lower back. “Is that so, whore?” He said looking over his shoulder. You grabbed his hips and carefully pulled him flush against your body, breathing his his scent and kissing his shoulder before biting him a little roughly. He whipped around and his long fingers closing around your throat, making it just a little harder to breath, “Tread carefully, whore, I do not take lightly to your boldness.” You smiled, which made his narrow his eyes and push you away. "My King, if I may be so bold, what you crave more than anything is companionship. Not mere fucking, but closeness with someone. Someone to care for you." You reached up to brush a lock of his hair away from his face and he grabbed your wrist. "I don't crave closeness, whore, I crave release. And I am not King" He snarled. "... yet" He whispered finally and let go of your wrist. You pushed the hair away from his face and let your hand rest on his cheek, guiding him closer to you. "You are a King to me, my King." You hand trailed down to his chest the other one wrapping around his waist and pulling him even closer, your breast pressed against him. You kissed him deep and slow. You hands moving over his body pressing gently, awaking his scenes and lower parts of him. Smiling into the kiss you licked and nibbled on his lower lip, pressing your tongue into his mouth while your hand grabbed his cock, wrapping around the thick member you squeezed right at the base. He gasped against your mouth and you started to move your hand along his length, he responded well to your touch. Hips pressing into you, unconsciously begging for more. Deep in Loki's mind you saw what he lusted for most, the throne, being king of Asgard was always his dream. He didn't know it, but simply calling him king had made his cock stir. His release would not come from mindless fucking. He needed to have that connection with his lover first, he needed to know that their bodies together would be his safe space. He wanted to own their body, let no other man touch his property and have something that was solely his. You could give that to him! "My king" You whimpered against his skin. Kissing along his jaw down his neck. Getting down on your knees you looked up at his through heavy eyelashes. Loki's pupils were wide his usually light eyes hard a darkness, lusting, to them now. His hand rested on the back of your head, all the permission you needed. You licked your lips before pressing a kiss to the tip of his throbbing cock. You licked along his length before taking him between your lips. Sucking his cock your tongue twirling over the tip. You smiled when your efforts were rewarded with a deep sigh from Loki. You glanced up at him, his eyes were closed and his head was tilted back, he was relaxed. Pressing his cock further into your mouth you relaxed your throat to take as much as you could, his tip pressed against the back of your throat and you felt him grab a fistful of your hair. He pushed you down further and you gagged before pulling back up for air. You looked into his eyes one hand on his thigh the other cupping his balls you took a deep breath and started slowly, licking and sucking on just the tip at first and then more and more. You couldn't possibly take his entire length into your mouth, it made you wetter just thinking about taking him in other ways. You didn't know how he was going to fit. Loki tried pushing down on the back of your head again but you just stopped and pulled away. Once he was able to calm down you started sucking his cock again, you needed him to understand that you both needed to go slow. He growled under his breath but it turned into a moan once you began picking up speed on his cock. He didn't try pushing your head down again but his hips started bucking his cock deeper in your throat and you felt he was close enough to move to the bed now. "Shall we?" You asked coyly nodding towards the bed. He cleared his throat and shook his head yes, eagerly you noticed. Laying down next to him you pulled his leg in between your thighs. He could feel the wet heat from your core as you rocked your hips against his thigh. "Tell me, pet, if you have gone untouched by another man how it is you can please me in such ways?" You smiled and pulled him into a kiss, "on my planet," you started kissing along his jaw towards his collar bone, "pleasure slaves learn from the more experienced slaves" You kissed down his arm to his finger tips and kissed each one individually before moving to the other arm doing the same, "We learn what men like and what to do with their bodies." He frowned, "So have you ever received pleasure before, pet?" You smiled at least he wasn't calling you whore anymore. "No my King, it has not been allowed. But you may allow, or deny, anything for me now" He nodded and rolled over on top of you, "In that case," he said kissing your neck and sucking on that soft spot making you moan your hips rising to meet his. "Let me help you, " He nipped on that spot on your neck making you gasp "Relax." He smiled.

[alphaomegamutt]

The footballer is distracted by one of the spectators on the front row. This season already sucks enough for him. He needs to improve his play in this match, the last thing he needs is a distraction from the game, but there is something strange about the person looking at him. The person keeps looking at him even when the ball is on the other side of the field from him. After the game in the locker room,  suddenly, he stands up and excuses himself while chatting with his teammates. He has no idea why he does that or where he is going. He keeps walking until arriving at another empty locker room.

A person sits on a bench in the room with two identical men standing by both sides. The men are shirtless with a tattoo on their left chest, standing at ease like a soldier. The footballer remembers the person to be the one on the spectator stand. The person speaks. "Hello, nice to finally meet you." "Who are you?" "You will learn about that very soon."

Suddenly he can feel the person's eyes, somehow, seem to look deeper into him. He could not explain it, but his confusion is gone as soon as he feels the person's voice inside his head. “Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master." The footballer's face turns blank. He answers in an emotionless monotone. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master." "Now get on your knees and take off your shirt. Let me inspect my property." "Yes, Master."

After his enslavement as a labor slave, he uses his income only for his basic needs and necessity for his training and gives the rest to his master. He does not have the privilege of living with the master, but he visits the master's estate regularly when summoned to sexually service his master, or sometimes the master visiting him. He still keeps his personality and memory for interaction, but it is only a shell.

The footballer's performance has vastly improved. The only thing left in his mind is training, training, and training to be a better athlete to bring more money for his master. He is the first and the last one on the training field. He bulks up and gains more muscle by his training and his master command to improve his physique.

The master’s emblem and his slave number, LP-0001, tattooed on his left chest over his heart. His master made sure that his teammate will not think of anything about his new tattoo. Every day in private, he will be naked and on his knees, his left hand behind his back. His right hand over his left chest on the mark of ownership of his master and recites his mantra. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to the master. My loyalty and obedience to the master rule my body and mind. Serving the master is the only purpose and pleasure of my life." He repeats the mantra until he cums hand free from the arousal of his surrender to his master.

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[alphaomegamutt]

The team takes notice of their fellow footballer's improvement and a newfound dedication. Many have asked, but the answers are because of his vaguely new revelation or something along the line. After a, while they let it go, just like they weirdly did with his new chest tattoo.

One day, the team walks into the locker room to find strangers standing in the middle. Two of them are identical, standing shirtless at ease by both sides of the middle person. The most shocking thing to them is their fellow footballer on his knees at the middle person's feet, completely nude and erect his hand behind his back. The person in the middle speaks. "Hello, boys, I heard you curious about LP-0001's performance. Do you want to know the secret behind his improved play?" The person places the hand on the naked footballer's head. He closes his eyes and sighs in the content of his master's touch.

The team is panicked and confused. Some try to run, some cursing the strangers, but found that they can't do either. They just stand still and quiet. They feel the person speaks to them without opening the mouth. “Accept this as the absolute truth. Every fiber of your being belongs to me. Your loyalty and obedience to me rule your body and mind. Serving me is the only purpose and pleasure of your life. I am your master." The team's faces turn blank and repeat in perfect unison with emotionless voices. "I accept this as my absolute truth. Every fiber of my being belongs to you. My loyalty and obedience to you rule my body and mind. Serving you is the only purpose and pleasure of my life. You are my master." "Now get naked, line up, and on your knees." "Yes, Master." The team strip and get on their knees, their hand behind their back in unison.

"Now, let's improve my assets, shall we?" The team can feel their master reach into their mind, making them instantly erect. The master links all of their minds together as one. They can share minds, skills, senses, and memories; and communicate telepathically with each other to perform better for their master. Then they ejaculate in unison under the master's mental command. It is the most intense orgasm in their life which purging them of all their individuality and free will. Their personality only exists as a shell for interacting in public.

The master walks in front of the middle eastern footballer. "My, my, This one is a masterpiece." The master places a hand on the footballer's head, another much more intense orgasm hits the middle eastern footballer. His eyes roll back, and he loses his consciousness.

A few years later, the team is now at the top of the league. Training is the only activity that occupies their life. The team is living in the newly constructed barrack in the team training stadium. They sleep and live together naked. Any money that is not spent on their essential need and training is given to the master. The master’s emblem and their slave number tattoed on their left chest. The other in the team only receive L-XXXX designation as a labor slave. Only LP-0001, the master's first enslaved footballer, and LP-0002, the middle eastern footballer, receive the LP designation. As they are not only a labor slave but also the master's personal pleasure slave.

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picture credit: Mohamed Salah

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[fantisyoflove]

Pleasure Slave (Part 2)

Picking up from the last chapter I posted Warnings: Same as last time, still not sure where I am going with this story. I make it up as I go along!

"Please," you whisper again and take his hands in yours. All of his feelings, desires, fears, and truths came spilling over in your mind. Loki pulled away and gave you a confused look, "What did you just do?" He could feel something happened but couldn't pin point what exactly it was. "Nothing" you said softly taking a step back. You didn't know his powers were so strong and you felt silly for underestimating him. You looked at the floor not really knowing what you should do now... probably plan how long you will put up a fight with whomever ends up killing you. Decide if you should beg for your life or not... "Alright," "What?!" You say surprised "Don't make me repeat myself," He said turning away from you, "I have nothing better to...do. Might as well get some entertainment out of this" He held up his fingers and snapped, with a faint dusting of green your clothes were gone. He raised his hand again and you took a step forward and held it so he couldn't snap his clothes away too. "You desire release my prince?" You breath "then please let me do this my way" You pull his hand down to your lips and kiss it gently. "Why waste time with clothes if what we plan is going to be done without them anyways?" He muses "Trust me," You say and kiss his hand again before letting it go. You were a little scared but decided to go for it anyway. You pressed your hand against his chest and steered him towards his very large bed until he was sitting down on it. Your eyes held his gaze the whole time. He lowered his eyes to watch you slowly get down on your knees. "See, whore, things would be easier for you if I were to do," He held his hand up again but you shook your head. Then, something he never expected to happen, you untied his boots. Slowly, holding his gaze the whole time, you pulled the taut laces until it was loose then holding the heel you pulled his first boot off and tossed it over your shoulder with a thud, his eyes flinched but the rest of his body stayed the same. He went from sitting up straight on the edge of his bed to leaning on one elbow to get more comfortable and watch you with interest. You licked your lips and bit your lower lip, you hoped this worked. After doing the same to the other boot you held out your hand for him and pulled him to his feet. His eyebrows were lowered in confusion but he didn't stop you. Standing on your tip toes you kissed his jaw, then his neck. In between each kiss you let out a small moan and a burst of warm breath against the last kiss, cooling the wet mark you left before. He was tall, solid, and ridged not really melting into your touch like you imagined. But then when your hands slid down his back and rubbed tiny circles into his lower back he did let out a breath. You pulled on the light laces of his armor until it all came undone. He sighed, "And how exactly is wasting my time undressing going to help me?" He was impatient. "Because I know what you want." You said, gaining confidence. You let your fingers drag lazily across his chest as you circles around to his back and stopped once you were behind him, your fingers traced down from his shoulders along his spine and stopped at his cute dimple in his lower back. "Is that so, whore?" He said looking over his shoulder. You grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against your body, breathing his his scent and kissing his shoulder before biting him a little roughly. He whipped around and his long fingers closing around your throat, making it just a little harder to breath, "Tread carefully, whore, I do not take lightly to your boldness." You smiled, which made his narrow his eyes and push you away.

[fantisyoflove]

Pleasure slave (part 4)

He frowned, "So have you ever received pleasure before, pet?"

You smiled at least he wasn't calling you whore anymore. "No my King, it has not been allowed. But you may allow, or deny, anything for me now"

He nodded and rolled over on top of you, "In that case," he said kissing your neck and sucking on that soft spot making you moan your hips rising to meet his. "Let me help you, " He nipped on that spot on your neck making you gasp "Relax." He smiled.

Your mind was racing a million miles a minute, you were overwhelmed with Loki's touch, it felt like his fingers and lips were on every nerve in your body. You were also overwhelmed with every thought in his head, every want and need he felt in that moment. 

You wanted to let him raise orgasm after orgasm from your body but you knew thats not what he needed, not now. 

Using your knees you turned him over on his back rolling your hips into him, kissing him, caressing him. He let you, he looked shocked at first but then leaned back into the bed, eyes closed, and he relaxed into your touch, you were here for his pleasure not your own.

"I am sorry my king but I must first bring you your pleasure then we may 'relax' together " you say with a smile on your face.

Loki looked a little disappointed but also a hint of relief.

You took a deep breath, this was your first time and the other pleasure slaves back on your home planet had told you it could be painful... and they had never had to please a god before! You could not show pain or fear, you had to relax in order to take it all in.

Loki saw the worry in your eyes and his hand came up to stroke your hair, his thumb traced along your jaw line and he grabbed your chin pulling you down to kiss him.

The pleasure slaves had told you being wet would make things much easier, thankfully you were dripping with desire. You pulled away from Loki"s kiss and focused on his hard member underneath you. One more deep breath and you guided yourself down onto his shaft.

Just the tip at first pressed into your folds, then a little bit more. You gasped, you couldn't help yourself. He held your hips and watched your face, you tried to keep a smile on your face but it hurt, it hurt so good! One hand on his chest to steady you the other rested on top of his on your hip.

Inch by inch you sunk down taking his whole length, you went as slow as you could. His eyes flicked back and forth between your face and watching his cock disappear inside of you. Once he was fully sheathed inside of you he let out a deep sigh.

"My pet, you were not lying when you said you were untouched. I have never felt such tightness before." He groaned as he rolled his hips against yours. "And you are absolutely -ah!" He was cut off as you started moving up and down his cock. You were shaking slightly at the seer pleasure you felt just from him being within you.

You made sure to keep your breathing even and normal, it helped you better focus on your task.

Once you felt more comfortable with him inside of you you moved faster. You were having a hard time staying quiet, "my king?" You gasped, he grunted in response. "May I, may I please..."

"Dont tell me you are going to cum so soon my pet"

"No my king I wish, I wish to, may I make some noise?"

You felt a rush of wanting from him, he didnt even know you were holding back all the true noises your body wishes to make in this moment.

Smiling he turned you both over so you were now under him, "my pet you can make all the noise you want when we are like this" he took control. He started pounding his cock in you, he was filled with need. He didnt want to hold back any longer. You sighed and moaned and groaned. "My king, oh please, yes , my king. Please fuck me my king!" You messaged your breast with one hand, fingers teasing your nipple, and the other held onto Loki"s shoulder.

You felt all his energy, his desires filling within him, and then suddenly you got a rush of fear. Loki tried to pull away but you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him deep inside of you. All at once the fear disappeared, relief came flooding over him, and he came hard. His cum coating the inside of you walls. You felt your own release bubble at the surface but held it down. You could not, not without permission.

Loki fell against your chest gasping, you held him against you and stroking his hair and messaging his neck. He finally rolled off of you with a sigh of content.

You sat up and kissed him on the forehead. He was in disbelief, he never for a second thought you would succeed. With such relief he fell asleep.

You watched him for awhile, his chest rising and falling, his lips slightly parted, a faint snore coming from him. Once you felt he was deep enough asleep you got up and went to clean yourself up before returning to his bed.

You curled up next to him, not sure if he was the type of master to keep you in his bed or somewhere else. You would have to ask once he woke up.