The vampire knew what Gerald feared most. To lose his individuality, to have his pride broken, to have his soul corrupted. Even when he faced torment or even death, Gerald wanted to face it as a hunter and warrior he was, not a mindless slave. That was why his torturer decided to use it against him as his punishment.
The words, infused with the power of glamour, echoed in his mind. The scene played in his head, repeat like a broken record. His master was wrecking him, forced his tight rear to accommodate the monstrous beat that was brutally conquering his inside.
‘You will be the perfect slave, and you will remember every second of it.’
Gerald’s eyes widened, unable to block those words out of his exposed mind.
‘Obey and serve. You exist for everyone’s pleasure except for yourself. Until this glamour dispels, pleasure and agony are what you will crave.’
The rest was nothing but a blur.
The playroom’s door opened widely and invitingly. Gerald stood still in the middle, hands held behind his back in a soldier stance. The blindfold was the only cloth on him. His muscular and impressive form exposed while his sight trapped in darkness, left the markings on his skin exposed and to be admired. His pride below hardened, base wrapped tightly by a cold metal ring infused with arcane power.
The hunter was still. His chest raised and fell, slowly as he maintained steady breathing. His chest, too, was marked. But instead of random whip marks, it was letters.
The letters wrote in bold font, almost in a humiliating way. There was another line of smaller fonts, written along the curve of his biceps.
“…All of me, is yours.” Gerald’s words were rough and held back, as if every words he spoke was a constant battle in his thoughts. “Use me.”
Zeph had gotten the most intriguing text from his fledgling about a present in a playroom with a note to get there fast to avoid sloppy seconds. Curiosity fully piqued, the vampire had made his way to the room and he wasn’t disappointed.
“Mmmm...” shutting the door behind himself, Zeph kept his eyes trained on the beautiful man in the middle of the room as his lust and hunger rose with each step he took closer, “All of you is mine, hm?” he couldn’t stop the predatory grin on his face as he licked his lips, recognizing the stance of a soldier, a warrior, “You are a sight, aren’t you... spread your legs, flex for me, I want to see what strength is in you.”
Slowly he circled, watching the muscle and sinew beneath the slave’s skin move and stretch as his mouth watered with the display. He stepped in close behind the man, hands smoothing down his muscular back, tracing along the ridges and valleys to his ass which he grabbed tightly, “You smell delicious...” he murmured before sinking his fangs into the slave’s shoulder, just for a little taste.
