by Quil Carter
“Okay,” Sasha whispered. He unwrapped his arms from his chest and unbuttoned his pants. Still looking at the floor, he pulled his pants down, and then his pair of blue underwear.
He heard Kheva moving, and then the sound of the daybed creaking. “I need release, nightcrawler.” Sasha’s eyes shut tight as Kheva said this. “As your master, that should be all I need to say.”
Sasha’s eyes opened, the corners wet. He turned around and saw Kheva sitting on the daybed, his legs were separated and all of himself being bared. He was still flaccid, and from the stance of his body, he seemed incredibly tense. It was obvious that Kheva had received bad news or something; his body was wound up and an aura of stress was radiating from him.
And those same eyes widened when Sasha saw Kheva put a cigarette to his lips and light it with a Zippo lighter.
Yeah, he was stressed out. Sasha had never ever seen Kheva smoke; the most he’d seen was Kheva have a glass of wine at dinner, and maybe one more late in the evening if he was feeling it.
“I…” Sasha licked his lips. His ears were becoming red hot and the heat was trickling down to his face like it was made out of lava. “I don’t know how.” He took a step towards Kheva and got down on his knees right in front of him. He flushed with embarrassment, mixed in with fear, and stared at Kheva’s penis.
Kheva grabbed one of the pillows on the daybed and handed it to Sasha. “Put this under your knees,” he said. “You’ve seen enough to know the basics of it. I’ll tell you the rest as you go.” The cherry red ember burned as Kheva sucked on it, then he leaned his head back on the bed and spread his legs.
Sasha took in a deep breath. He raised his right hand and grasped Kheva’s hot-to-the-touch penis then began to stroke it, slowly rubbing it with his fingers to get it hard. Even flaccid it was big, and soon it began to harden in his palm.
“Mouth, nightcrawler,” Kheva said. Sasha glanced up and saw that his eyes were closed, the cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth. “I can do that myself, and better than you.”
The continuous bursts of anxiety shooting through Sasha’s body suddenly became explosions. He leaned in, his mouth pressed shut, and slowly he forced it open. Then he stuck out his tongue… and licked the head.
Just like Kheva’s tongue licked my cock… when I was bleeding, in agony, after I’d been fucked by Kel.
Suddenly, hitting Sasha like it was a moving train, panic consumed him. The breath was swiftly sucked out of his chest, and the four walls around him began to close in.
No, it wasn’t that. He was… the feeling of Kel on top of him.
“Cum inside him, Keluva.”
Sasha jumped to his feet. “I can’t!” he cried, shaking his head back and forth. He grabbed his head and dug his fingernails into his scalp, the images of Kel thrusting on top of him crystal clear in his mind. He let out a groan through locked teeth and turned to run towards the door.
He didn’t make it two steps.
Kheva grabbed Sasha by the hair and pulled him backwards with a force that threw Sasha off of his feet. He came crashing down onto the floor, then Kheva grabbed his ear and yanked him up.
Sasha screamed, and as Kheva tried to pull him up by the ear, Sasha felt a rip, followed by an unbelievable amount of pain.
Kheva dropped him onto the ground, and as Sasha scrambled to his feet, Kheva began smacking him in the face repeatedly.
“Stop!” Sasha screamed, blood was now running down his ear, travelling the length of his cheek bone before dripping onto his chest, and as he cried out and begged, his nose began to bleed. “I’m sorry… I’ll do it. I’ll do it.”
Kheva stopped and stepped back, his chest rising up and down from the energy he’d expended disciplining Sasha. He glared down at Sasha like he was nothing more than a worm, before grabbing him once again by his hair, and wrenching his face up.
Sasha looked up at him, snot and blood both running down his nose. He kneeled in front of Kheva to take the pressure off of his head; his body trembling and his throat gurgling from the blood filling his mouth.
Kheva took a step towards him and grabbed his own cock. He positioned it in front of Sasha’s lips and leaned into him.
Sasha blinked away the tears and opened his mouth. Kheva slipped his cock in between Sasha’s lips and glared down at him, his eyes dangerous flares of warning, daring the man below him to disobey his commands again.
Sasha sniffed, and with a trembling hand he took the hard piece of flesh from Kheva. He started to rub his tongue against the smooth pink head, before closing his mouth over it.
“Good,” Kheva whispered. “Suck on the head, get a rhythm. Massage the shaft and take it down the throat a few times.” He affectionately rubbed the side of Sasha’s cheek. “Bad little nightcrawler always has to do things the hard way.”
Sasha wiped his eyes with his free hand and tried to get used to the feeling of having something so big in his mouth. He could feel it twitching between his lips and steadily harden until it was standing rigid.
Kheva pulled out and sat back down on the daybed. He lifted his hand and made a come here motion with his finger, and Sasha shuffled over on his knees and put the rock-hard cock back into his mouth.
“Good boy,” Kheva growled. There was a flicker of flint and the smell of cigarette smoke and butane as Kheva lit a second one, then he placed his hand on top of Sasha’s head.
Sasha continued sucking the crown, his hand steadily moving up and down the shaft, burning hot and stiff underneath his touch. It was beginning to get easier, and he was finding a good rhythm, but blood kept dripping down his nose and onto Kheva’s cock, it was blood-streaked now and Sasha’s mouth was full of the taste of copper.
Kheva’s breathing began to get heavier. “Get it down your throat,” he commanded, his voice heavy. “And use that other hand for something.”
Sasha grabbed the base, Kheva’s short, dark pubes rubbing against his hand. He lowered his head down on Kheva’s cock and felt the shaft fill his mouth, and the crown touch the back of his throat before sliding down.
Kheva moaned and began to move his hips. Sasha stayed still as Kheva began to fuck his mouth, the head now continuously rubbing the back of his throat.
Suddenly and unexpectedly, Sasha gagged. He pulled away from Kheva’s cock and dry heaved so hard his eyes bulged out of their sockets.
Kheva smacked him again, before grabbing onto the ear that was already dripping blood. Sasha cried out from pain, but it was muffled by Kheva shoving his face back onto his hard cock. “Finish it,” he commanded.
Sasha let out a desperate moan. He put his mouth back over it as he continued to sniff back tears, and began to regain his previous rhythm. This time though, he sped up his pace, hoping to get Kheva to orgasm as quickly as he could, so he could just get this over with.
Kheva responded with another groan, and as he sucked on the cigarette, billows of smoke being blown near Sasha’s face, those groans got louder and closer together.
“Move your tongue,” Kheva said through a moan. And when Sasha did what was commanded of him, Kheva sucked in a breath and began to move his hips. There was barely a break in the low moans now, they came freely and steadily, until Sasha felt his cock tighten in his mouth.
Kheva inhaled sharply, his breathing broken up by the shudders going through his chest. Sasha looked up as the Master’s body twisted, both eyes shut tight, and felt the first warm spurt of cum shoot to the back of his throat, followed by a second, then a large amount spilled onto his tongue. He tried to direct it to the back of his throat, but ended up choking on the bitter yet tangy flow.
When the orgasm seemed to have subsided, Kheva gave off a satisfying groan and pulled his cock out of Sasha’s mouth. He leaned over and swept Sasha’s bruised and blood-stained body with his gaze, then blew a plume of smoke out of the corner of his mouth. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
Sasha sniffed and shook his head, then raised his hand to wipe off a drip of semen runni
ng down his chin. “No,” he croaked.
Kheva chuckled and took another drag. He nodded towards Sasha’s groin and blew another breath of smoke. “Look down.”
Sasha looked down, confused.
His cock was hard.
The shame blasted him. He swore under his breath and bit his lip, then shrunk back when Kheva grabbed onto his arm. “Lay down,” he commanded.
Sasha went cold. He sat down on the daybed and put his hands over his face. He placed his leg on the daybed and did what Kheva had commanded.
Kheva laid down beside him and took off his shirt. He put an arm around Sasha and grasped the back of his head, then pulled him in and began to kiss him.
“Make yourself cum,” Kheva growled. He licked the stream of blood that had been flowing from Sasha’s ear, then nipped the wound.
Sasha winced from the pain. He wasn’t sure what the wound was but it felt like a tear near his earlobe. He wanted badly to refuse Kheva, but when Kheva nipped his ear again, harder this time, his hand went between his legs and he began to stroke his already stiff cock.
“Lift up your leg,” Kheva said. Sasha’s chest rocked, his heartbeat unsteady and pumping more anxiety than blood, but he did what was ordered of him, and drew back his leg.
Kheva put his finger into his mouth, sucked on it, then lowered it. Sasha’s teeth clenched when he felt the tip of Kheva’s middle finger probe around his hole, before it found the entrance in the center of the tight folds. As soon as it found the spot, Kheva pushed the finger inside, making Sasha gasp and stiffen his body.
It burned, badly, not nearly as bad as Kel’s assault had been, but it was still sore down there from the abuse he’d endured several days ago. Sasha swallowed another cry and gasped instead, his body tightening in defiance of the infiltrating digit.
But to Sasha’s derision, as Kheva began to slide his finger in and out, past the burning pain and uncomfortable tightness… was pleasure.
“There we go,” Kheva whispered. Sasha began to stroke himself again, his mouth opening to accommodate his panting breaths. Kheva took advantage of that open mouth, and claimed Sasha’s lips. The Master’s tongue slid inside of Sasha’s mouth, and after some light encouragement, Sasha’s own tongue began to play with Kheva’s.
The mortifying feelings were still there, burning Sasha from the inside out, but the increased sensitivity was too satisfying to ignore, and it was making stroking his own cock all the more pleasurable. Sasha groaned into Kheva’s mouth, even going as far as to lift his leg up higher and push in his hips to give Kheva a better angle. It felt good, and though Sasha hated to admit it, fucking hated it, he loved the feeling of making out with Kheva, the feeling of being so close to him, being able to take in his energy, consume him, and taste him. He was a monster… fuck he was a monster… but he was god damn intoxicating.
Suddenly though, Kheva pulled back his lips and withdrew his finger. “Stop stroking,” he ordered. He turned around, and just like that, Kheva got up off of the daybed.
Sasha sat up, his cock tight and burning, the ribbons of pleasure already wound up and begging for release. “What?” Sasha stammered. He shifted around uncomfortably, his cock rigid twitching. The moment Kheva pulled back from what he was doing to Sasha––it was like waking up from a blissful dream.
“You gave me what I wanted. You may go,” Kheva said casually.
Sasha just stared at him. He looked down at his dick, his teeth now chewing his lip. He felt humiliation for thinking it, but he felt incredibly cheated, and even more frustrated.
“Can…” Sasha hesitated. “Can I just… come on… can’t I finish first?”
Kheva turned around and smirked. “You were sobbing on the floor and now you wish to finish an act that was so horrible? You love what I can do to you, don’t you?”
Sasha dropped his gaze. His teeth were clenched and his brain was screaming at him to get up and leave, but the horny feeling had control of the reins that moved his body. And that body kept reminding him of how he felt making out with Kheva on that couch, and how good it felt to be close to him.
“Y-yeah…” Sasha said, his tone barely above a whisper.
“Say it then.”
Sasha’s body burned where it was left. And though his mind was still screaming, still mentally pulling out its own hair, demanding for Sasha to get up and leave, to save what shreds of pride he still had… it was the equivalent of a flea shouting at a mountain to move.
“I love what you can do to me,” Sasha whispered. He turned his head away as he heard Kheva approach.
Kheva leaned down and hissed in his ear: “Louder.”
Sasha’s chin tightened. He dug his fingers into the daybed’s blanket and said through his locked teeth. “I love what you can do to me.”
Kheva smirked and crawled on top of him. He put a hand on Sasha’s chest and pushed him down, then to Sasha’s surprise, he turned himself around until his stiff cock and his testicles were right in front of Sasha’s face.
Sasha’s mouth opened, but when he looked down to see Kheva grabbing his cock and standing it up right. He took Kheva’s own into his hand and put it into his mouth. Kheva reciprocated moments later, and they began to blow each other.
The warm lips and the tight suction brought Sasha to the brink quickly. He let out a heavy moan into Kheva’s cock and excitedly started jolting his hips. He picked up his speed on Kheva’s dick as the pleasure rose, until the gathering tension began to break the dam it had been building behind.
Kheva’s legs began to tremble, and with a moan, for the second time cum filled Sasha’s mouth. He devoured it as the orgasm rolled through him, tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure rocking him like a skiff in a tsunami, until he and Kheva were both laying on the daybed panting.
With a groan, Kheva slid himself off of Sasha, then to his surprise, laid down beside him. Kheva reached behind his head and got his third cigarette, then lit it with the Zippo.
Sasha heard his lips break the filter, then the smoke crept into Sasha’s vision.
He accepted the offer, and took a drag.
“I feel better now. Good work, nightcrawler,” Kheva said. Then to Sasha’s absolute shock, Kheva put pressure on his shoulders, encouraging him to move onto his side so he was facing him, and when Sasha did, Kheva slipped his arm underneath Sasha’s head and drew him in.
“Put your hand on my chest.”
Sasha blinked. He… wants to hold me? Bewildered, Sasha did what Kheva had ordered him to do, but his body was tense and tight in his master’s arms. Sasha couldn’t relax. Jobe had held him before, usually spooning, but never anything like this.
He was naked, entirely naked with Kheva, their warm skin touching, and his head was resting on Kheva’s arm.
Kheva was treating this like they’d just had intimate sex, like they’d just made love. But the blood drying on Sasha’s face, the speckles of it on the floor, on Kheva, on the bed, told its own story.
The cigarette was offered again, and Sasha took it and inhaled. Then with one last drag, Kheva extinguished it and adjusted himself. He drew Sasha in closer, Sasha’s eyes still wide and confused, and let out a breath.
“Sleep,” he commanded, his own voice low and relaxed. “And don’t move until I allow it.”
Sasha looked up and saw that Kheva’s eyes were closed. His body was still incredibly tense, but as he slowly wound down from what had just happened to him, Sasha began to feel fatigue. Every sleep outside was one that was troubled and full of fearful jolts whenever he heard something in the darkness; a nap during the day was a luxury right now.
But in Kheva’s arms…? This confounded Sasha, but as he shifted around and got comfortable, his body began to relax.
Then he felt Kheva begin to play with his hair, and with a suppressed sigh, he closed his eyes and gave in to the feeling.
And… it wasn’t bad.
It made Sasha feel…
…loved.
With that feeling glowing inside
of his chest, and Kheva stroking and running his hand through Sasha’s hair… he fell asleep.
Sasha was roused by Kheva’s arm sliding out from under his head. He opened his sand-filled eyes, his naked body warmed and cozy and still pressed up against Kheva’s, and blinked away the sleep that kept encouraging him to rest for five more minutes.
Kheva stretched and ran a hand down his face. “Time to get up. I’ve been hearing Kel cooking dinner and it smells about ready.” He looked down at Sasha as Sasha stifled a yawn. “You slept like a rock. You haven’t been sleeping well outside, have you?”
Sasha shook his head and yawned too. He swung his legs over the side of the daybed and stood up. “No,” he said. He scrunched his face, feeling the dried blood crack like a mud mask, it was a feeling that was familiar now. “Every time the crickets stop chirping, I’m waiting for a bear to come and eat me.” He picked up his underwear and started getting dressed, Kheva beside him doing the same.
“You’ll be sleeping where you belong from now on,” Kheva said firmly.
Sasha’s eyes shot up and ice water filled his stomach. It seemed that the comforting feeling was as fleeting as Kheva’s good moods.
Yeah, I need to get out of here.
Sasha quickly banished the thought from his mind. He didn’t think Kheva was tuned into him but he didn’t want to risk it, not with his new-found knowledge of the fact that there was a cellphone in this office.
“Okay,” Sasha said weakly. He buttoned his pants and turned around to grab his shirt.
And while he was putting on his shirt, his eyes scanned Kheva’s oak desk. It had three drawers on each side, and the usual pens and papers one would find on the desk, including the book Kheva wrote in. But the thing that caught Sasha’s interest the most, was a metal lockbox that was being used as a bookend. It looked like it could be a place to store valuables… and most likely the key to it would be on Kheva’s keychain. Those same keys, with a BC 41 keychain and a polished piece of jade, hung by the sliding glass door on a hook.
And if he was sleeping inside…
