by Quil Carter
“Such an eager creature,” Kheva murmured when their lips had temporarily parted. “What has gotten into you tonight?”
Sasha nipped and sucked on Kheva’s lower lip. “I don’t even know myself,” he said breathlessly. “Maybe I am like a kicked dog going to his master for comfort after getting beaten.” He put pressure on his teeth and lightly nipped Kheva’s lower lip. “Or maybe it’s just some fucked up nightcrawler thing?”
Kheva let out a combination of a snort and a scoff, then he himself began to bite Sasha’s lip. His own hands removed Sasha’s boxers, and soon both remaining pairs of clothing were tossed onto the floor. “You’ll learn to love being a nightcrawler just for the sexual fringe benefits,” he said. “You’ve never experienced sex until you’ve experienced it with someone from your own family group. I won’t overwhelm you tonight, but you’ll see.” Sasha then felt the tickle in the back of his mind. He closed his eyes and stepped into the dark corner, expecting to see Kheva wanting to show him something… but strangely, Kheva wasn’t there. Only the black serval, who was sitting on the marble coffee table inside of his mind, watching Sasha with two glaring sapphire eyes.
Sasha probed around his mind, still deep in the kiss with Kheva. He knew he’d felt something, but…
There was a sudden pulse of feeling, a push as if to say ‘Get out of here and continue doing what you’re doing’ and Sasha immediately left the dark corner and opened his eyes to reality.
That presence was… that was Rob. Rob was intuned with his mind. How long had he been in there though?
Was he… was he making Sasha experience all these intense feelings for Kheva?
Or perhaps he was the one making Kheva experience those feelings.
‘It doesn’t matter, keep doing it,’ Rob whispered, his tone was faint, said in the lowest of whispers so no one else could hear. ‘We’re close now.’
Sasha gasped. But it wasn’t because of Rob. Kheva was now between his legs, a warm tongue rubbing against the bottom of the head, one of Sasha’s favourite spots.
His legs automatically separated and he looked down with lust and pleasure pouring freely from him. Sasha mentally stepped far away from the presence of Rob, and instead found Kheva’s.
Fuck that feels good, he whispered inside of his head. Where has this been all of my life?
There was a pop as Kheva broke the suction from his mouth. “Jobe jerked himself off regularly to him doing this exact thing to you,” he said. He then placed his tongue at the base of Sasha’s cock and traced it all the way back up to the head. This, of course, was completed with a smirk when he saw the expression on Sasha’s face. “His biggest fantasy is for you to wake him up exactly how I woke you up.”
Sasha couldn’t help the wrinkled nose. “He’s my friend. It would be weird.”
Another chuckle. “It’s his imagination, not mine. Don’t shoot the messenger.” Kheva returned his mouth to the head, glistening with saliva, and said nothing more.
The intense tightness in his groin was soon rising in potency. With what seemed like no time at all, Sasha was clenching the sheets, the sounds of heavy breathing and moans filling the sexually charged atmosphere of the bedroom. He thought Kheva was going to let him cum, but it seemed right when he was on the edges of orgasm, the point of no return, Kheva removed his mouth.
Sasha groaned and let his head fall back onto the mattress. “Make me as good as you one day,” he moaned. “You’re a god at that.”
“I will ignore the fact you only have the mentally deranged one to compare me to,” Kheva growled. He crawled onto Sasha, but before he could bury his face into Sasha’s neck, Sasha joined their lips and they began to kiss deeply.
But it was only for a moment, Kheva withdrew, then rose from the bed. Sasha watched him, drunk on lust, and was curious when he opened up the closet door.
Then he saw what Kheva was grabbing, and his eyes became wide.
It was that long dagger.
And just to show how much Sasha was a nightcrawler now, this didn’t scare him… it made a rush of adrenaline course through him.
Kheva noticed, and smirked approvingly. The Master then crawled back onto Sasha and straddled him, and with their hard cocks lying against each other, he brought the knife to Sasha’s neck, and smiled.
“Trust me, nightcrawler?” he said.
Sasha eyes drew up and locked themselves with Kheva’s. “Wholeheartedly,” he said, and again with more honesty than he’d want.
Kheva’s smile turned mischievous and the knife flashed silver in the dim lighting as he twitched it back and forth.
He lowered it then to Sasha’s chest and pressed the tip of the blade against the pale skin. Sasha watched with his breath trapped inside of his throat; his heart beating hard enough for him to wonder if he could see the throbs with his naked eye.
There was a sharp pain which amplified when Kheva drew the knife down Sasha’s chest. A line of white appeared which remained a pale rift before it flooded with blood, like a dry river once the rains came.
The wound filled with red, the surface tension creating a bulging dome of crimson before it reached capacity and turned into a bead of blood that dripped down Sasha’s chest towards his left pec. It surrounded the pink nipple and made it an island, and it was then Kheva leaned down and took the stiff bud into his mouth and began to suck on it.
Kheva sucked on it until the blood was gone, then his tongue trailed to the wound, lapping it like a cat to cream. Once he reached the wound itself, he did the same, leaving smudges of blood on his lips and mouth.
Sasha then felt something cold in his hand. “Cut me,” Kheva said, then his roaming lips reached Sasha’s and together they shared a copper-laced kiss.
Sasha looked and saw the silver knife had been pushed into his hands. He stared at it for a moment as Kheva eagerly maintained ownership of his lips, and rush of eager lust went through him.
“Where?” Sasha whispered. He ran a hand down Kheva’s back, each notch in Kheva’s spine felt from his arched back.
“Anywhere,” Kheva growled. “We’re creatures of pain, nightcrawler. Your best sex is experienced with blood and pain, trust me.” He rose himself then, and with one hand on each side of Sasha’s shoulders, Kheva looked down at him, both green-gold eyes illuminating with a physical desire that seemed to transcend that of a normal man. It was easy to tell, and intimidating, that Kheva had been waiting for this for quite a long time.
This was what he’d been waiting for, not sex against Sasha’s will. Kheva had been waiting for Sasha to want it too.
The ways of Kheva Swift, the Master, Mr. Madden, were a mystery. Sasha understood none of it, but perhaps there was allure in that as well.
Sasha gripped the knife, then with ribbons of red cascading down his chest, glistening with Kheva’s saliva, he raised the blade and brought it to Kheva’s collarbone, the area above it only an inch or so away from his neck. His other hand raised then, and Sasha rested it against the left side of Kheva’s neck to hold it steady.
Then the tip of the blade touched the skin, and with a jolt of pressure in an upwards motion, Sasha sliced open the skin.
The low moan that Kheva made set off every unlit firework inside of Sasha’s body, and the intensity of them created a new, explosive energy. With his mouth open and his chest heaving with lust, Sasha watched the severed skin of this veritable god fill with blood, then begin to drip down on Sasha’s own chest.
Their own blood mixed together, but before Kheva could lean down to consume the alluring cruor, Sasha pulled the hand that was clasping Kheva’s neck, and his mouth enclosed the wound.
The taste of Kheva that he’d received previous was nothing compared to the blood that was filling his mouth. He consumed it with vigor, his tongue tracing along the broken skin.
Unable to help himself, Sasha began to bite it, nipping the split open skin with his teeth and collecting the blood that continued to flow. Kheva remained still, his breathing becoming heavy
and small low moans breaking his lips.
Riding on the lustful atmosphere between them, one that had stripped down every inhibition Sasha had, he removed the hand that had been grasping Kheva’s neck and rested it against his stiff rod. Kheva was sitting on Sasha’s lower stomach, so Sasha’s own cock was against Kheva’s ass and testicles, the head of it in between the perfectly formed spheres. The imagery of that was enough to fill his sexual fantasies for the next thousand years, and he knew with even the slightest movement he could reach an orgasm that would last ten minutes.
Sasha began to stroke Kheva’s cock up and down while he bit the wound below Kheva’s neck and filled his stomach with blood. Kheva responded to this with a growled moan, and lowered his head to give Sasha easier access to every physical part of him.
Kheva let this go on for several minutes, but then, unable to be patient any longer, he pulled away and went for the drawer of the side table.
Sasha had glanced into it before when he’d been instructed to satisfy Kel, but it wasn’t a dildo that Kheva pulled out. No, instead Kheva removed, two things: a bundle of stretchy black nylon rope, and a black fabric case that, when folded out, revealed over two dozen silver needles. They looked like acupuncture needles, about an inch to an inch and a half long and held inside of a protective plastic cover.
Kheva put the black fabric case beside Sasha’s head, and stretched out the nylon rope with a sinister smile.
“Still trust me, nightcrawler?” he whispered, his lips and the surrounding area smudged with blood. Fuck, he looked so sexy with that blood on his face. What Sasha would give to wash him clean with his tongue. He wanted to do dirty things to that man, and have them done to him.
Kheva’s knowing smile widened, and so did Sasha’s.
“Wholeheartedly,” Sasha said. He released Kheva’s cock and put his arms up over his head.
Kheva chuckled. “Then you’re a fool. I cannot even fully control myself in the presence of such a creature.” He grasped Sasha’s wrist and began to wrap the nylon around it. “A virgin, pure-blooded nightcrawler who worships the ground I walk on, even though I’ve been torturing him for weeks now. A virgin teenager with a thirst inside of him, a desire for me to fuck him into the next life.” He leaned down and closed his teeth around Sasha’s neck. Sasha gasped at the pressure in Kheva’s bite, but the pain was mixing in with the heated lust in the room to create a catalyst of sexual pleasure. “You really think you should let me tie you?”
Sasha knew he should be giving his words more thought, but his hormones, the atmosphere so thick around them, had him a slave to the feeling––and a slave to Kheva.
“I trust you,” Sasha whispered. He re-joined their lips. “You saved my life. You saved my mind. If I can’t trust you… who can I trust?” He wished he had more ways of expressing it. The emotions were so raw inside of him, he wanted to bare them to Kheva, to show him just what coming here had done to him. So strongly in that moment, he was thankful for Kheva, for not only showing him that he wasn’t crazy, but also showing him that he belonged, and was valuable.
And deep inside, in the catacombs, the mission Rob had sent him on, screamed that he still had to go through with his task. For Lex, for Jobe…
But until that moment came, Sasha was a slave to his master. Something was taking him tonight, and he couldn’t fight the overwhelming feelings he was radiating for the powerful being.
Kheva tied the nylon rope over both of his wrists. It was different than the usual rope Kheva used, it was soft and stretchy, barely rope at all. It was perfect for, well, what its intended use was.
Kheva leaned back and smirked at his work. Sasha was naked on the bed, both arms over his head and tied to each bed post. The blood on his chest had dripped in several directions, leaving a pattern of red on his heaving chest like a royal House’s crest in the middle of white armour.
He was bound, and his body ready to receive whatever Kheva wanted to give him.
Kheva, still straddling Sasha, reached down with his right hand and picked up the black fabric case. He withdrew over a dozen needles, then one by one, Kheva slid them through the skin in his upper arm, as if to secure them so they wouldn’t become lost.
Then he pursed one of the two remaining needles in between his lips, and put a hand on Sasha’s chest.
No, not his chest, his left pec. Sasha watched with a stir in his gut, as Kheva put his thumb and index finger on opposite sides of the nipple, then made the pink skin taught. Then, he positioned the needle over the mound, and pushed it through.
Sasha sucked in a breath, the stinging pain coming swiftly. He watched the needle poke out the other end, then Kheva grasped the tip and drew it through so the reddening bud was center in the base of the needle.
The throbbing pain should’ve been uncomfortable, but Sasha’s lustful body devoured it and transformed it into pleasure. His cock throbbed and tightened, and without realizing it, his hips had begun to move, grinding his penis between Kheva’s ass cheeks and testicles.
Then, with a low grunt, Kheva pierced the second pec, then with both nipples skewered by the needles, Kheva leaned down and gave each of them a small lick and nip.
He slid down then, and dismounted Sasha. “Pull your knees up,” he instructed, and Sasha obeyed without question.
Kheva kneeled behind Sasha’s drawn up and separated knees, his breathing quickening and his entire body drenched in heat, like Kheva himself had poured liquid lava over him. That heat spiked when Kheva grasped Sasha’s cock, one that rose to an indescribable level, and he felt his mouth become parched.
Kheva reached to his arm, and withdrew one of the needles, then his eyes flickered down to Sasha’s where they burst with nefarious desire.
Sasha’s body quaked and a spring of nervous energy was tapped. The pecs were one thing… but was he really about to…?
Sasha suddenly gasped and he tried to shift away from the silver needle now being pushed through the shaft of his cock, halfway from base to head. Kheva chuckled, a dark chuckle, and his hold on Sasha’s shaft became iron, forcing him to stay put.
“Painful, my love?” Kheva purred. One thumb was pressed against the silver needle, the tip imbedded into the flesh but barely.
Tears of pain glistening in the corner of Sasha’s eyes. “Just a bit,” he gasped, and though he opened his eyes to say more, Kheva put pressure on the needle and the rest of it began to sink in.
The pain had Sasha crying out and automatically both hands tried to lower to shield himself. Of course, the nylon became tight, preventing any means of prevention; Sasha groaned and swore under his breath.
Another needle was withdrawn. Sasha’s eyes flickered to his cock which was becoming flaccid in front of his eyes, and he groaned when he saw the needle’s tip sticking out of the other end.
Kheva positioned this needle against the head, more specifically above the hole. Sasha braced himself, his teeth clenched, and he closed his eyes when the stinging pressure suddenly assaulted his senses.
This piercing drew out a muffled scream, one made through his locked teeth. Swear words of all colours fell from his lips, his groin now throbbing with pain.
And Kheva didn’t stop after that, or even give Sasha a moment to rest. One after another, needle after needle pieced Sasha’s cock, through the mushroom-shaped head, all the way down to the base.
Sasha’s eyes remained shut the entire time, his teeth still compressed and tears dripping down his cheeks as an automatic response to the sharp pain. He was panting now, and his wrists were chaffed raw from the impulsive attempts to stop Kheva from the ongoing assault.
And it hadn’t only been his cock that had received the abuse. The last several needles had been pierced through his scrotum, those several had brought out actual screams from Sasha, and the most pleading for his master to stop. What had once been an arousing pain, had turned into actual discomfort, but there was still a lingering dark side to him that was enjoying every moment of this.
“Open your eyes,” Kheva said, his rough voice a rocky growl. Sasha then felt lips and a tongue against the base of his cock, now pulsing with heat to the point where he wouldn’t be surprised if it burst into flames.
Sasha didn’t want to, but he knew there was no choice; he opened his eyes and looked down, and what he saw made him groan.
Over a half-dozen needles were now pierced right through his soft cock, one after the other all the way up the shaft until they reached the head. The head itself was now a bright, painful red, with several needles stuck through like a crown of thorns. Blood had begun to collect as well, brilliant rubies around the impact points, like the tips of sewing pins, some smeared down the red skin from Kheva’s wandering tongue.
Sasha groaned again, not just at the needles sticking through his cock, but the ones stuck right through the sensitive skin of his testicles. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Kheva purred, and he tilted Sasha’s chin towards his lips and they shared a kiss. “Just wait until I make you cum with them inside. Oh, you’ve never known an orgasm until you’ve cum under my body, nightcrawler.” There was a forcefulness to those words, and the kiss that he’d just laid on Sasha was eager. Sasha knew Kheva’s body language enough now to know that the Master was in heaven, and even though Sasha’s groin was throbbing with pain, the entire area gaining its own heartbeat, this turned him on greatly.
“And how do I make you cum like that?” Sasha whispered. He took Kheva’s lip from between his teeth and nipped it. “How do I give you an orgasm you’ll never forget?”
Kheva laughed lowly, then placed both hands on Sasha’s legs. “That’s the beauty of being a nightcrawler, Sasha,” he growled, and pulled back Sasha’s knees. Excitement shot through Sasha, excitement and a combined feeling of anticipation and nervousness. “When we fuck with our minds joined… we feel each other’s pleasure.” Kheva reached over and picked up the clear bottle of lube. “I’m about to ruin you forever,” he said as he snapped the orange cap of the bottle. “Sex with a normal person is going to feel like a cold quickie with a chapped hand after this.”
