“When you were alone? What did you feel then? The same need for many to sate you?”
“All I wanted was space alone, time to ‘be’ without an audience. But I was never alone.” Ryen couldn’t look away when Drekk began stroking himself. Talk of Synster didn’t matter as much as watching Drekk.
“Never.” Ryen swallowed. “Never given any privacy from my Handler or the guards. They would make me want, so fucking bad. They took women in front of me, aroused me, then left me there. I wasn’t allowed the same pleasure. I’m still fuzzy on the details, but I found the notion of masturbating distasteful. My frustration turned to rage, and it built until I could think of nothing but killing. Synster used that energy to experiment. I’d meet greater and greater tasks, almost impossible tests that I didn’t fail. Yet instead of taking pride in his successes, Synster tried harder to defeat me. The bastard would assign me more killing until I came to crave it. I couldn’t stop myself. The destruction...”
Ryen didn’t want to think about it anymore. He wanted to be here, in the now. The memories were dragging him under. Fury rose once more, tempered by the mesmerising stroke of Drekk’s hand. Pleasure and pain, he reminded himself.
“Cuff, release right wrist.” Drekk ordered in a quiet voice. “Synster’s gone now. Your Creator is dead as well. You’re free to take pleasure. So pleasure yourself.”
“I can’t.” An automatic reply that alarmed him. Another damned instance of his conditioning. So much for being free.
As much as he wanted to vent his frustration, he couldn’t tear his gaze from Drekk’s arousal. Desire began to replace his anger as he listened to the rasping breaths of his sexy ‘master’.
“You can. When you watched those women, when you felt arousal, you could do nothing about it. But now, you can.” Drekk’s hand moved faster. “Touch yourself, Ryen. Do what I do.” He leaned forward and took Ryen’s free hand. Placing it over Ryen’s groin, he said thickly, “Take that fat cock in your hand and grip it hard. Up and down, like this.” Enthralled, Ryen mirrored Drekk’s actions. As if he were the one holding Drekk. The scent of sex and desire flooded the room, eroding any need to distance himself from such physical joy. Ryen imagined himself jerking Drekk off, and he groaned with desire.
“That’s it. Pretend it’s mine. Pretend that thick cock in your hands is my shaft. I’m going to come all over your sweet skin. Oh yeah. That’s it. Faster. Good, so good,” he panted as he shot all over Ryen’s belly.
The flash of warm wetness on his skin, coupled with Drekk’s ecstatic expression, sent Ryen into orgasmic bliss. The smell of spent passion, of the beautiful spice Drekk released to hold them close, took his inhibitions away.
Ryen moaned as he watched his cum spatter, mixing with Drekk’s.
“All of it, every last drop.” Drekk panted as he wrung himself, shaking the last of his seed onto Ryen. He wiped their mingled cum over Ryen’s belly, chest and nipples, arousing him anew. “You did well. Very good for your first lesson in obedience.” The satisfaction and dominance in Drekk’s posture as he knelt over him forced Ryen to look away. It was a minute before he realised how deeply he’d succumbed, and Ryen struggled to accept what he’d done. No. He’s not my master.
As if sensing Ryen’s turmoil, Drekk fused their mouths, drugging Ryen with a bruising kiss that sparked Ryen’s erection with new life. So firm, so demanding. Ryen flexed his ass, instinctively wanting to hurt there. Fucked hard, taken.
“Cuffs, release,” Drekk ordered. He quickly clamped his hands over Ryen’s wrists with enough might to hold Ryen down indefinitely. Such raw control seduced Ryen past any hint of disobedience. “Say my name.”
“Drekk.” Ryen breathed hard, winded, as if he’d just run a race. Drekk kissed him again, his dick sliding through the mess on Ryen’s belly. Drekk held Ryen’s wrists with one hand and reached with his other between Ryen’s legs. Warmth engulfed Ryen’s cock as Drekk squeezed him tight.
“Say my name.” Drekk started to jerk him off, harder and harder as he waited.
“Drekk.”
“No. Stop dicking around and say it.”
“I don’t know—”
“You damn well do.” The meanness was back. “Fucking say it.” Drekk’s grip was so tight it hurt. Stars, it hurt so good...
“Sir,” Ryen rasped as he prepared to come.
Drekk let go and suddenly replaced his hand with his mouth.
“Yes, that’s so good.” Ryen couldn’t think as he tangled his hands in Drekk’s hair, urging him for more.
Drekk rubbed his hand over Ryen’s belly and sucked harder. Then, to Ryen’s shock, Drekk pushed a finger in his ass.
“Oh, oh yeah.”
Drekk shoved that finger past Ryen’s sphincter, a painful intrusion that, coupled with his heavenly mouth, forced Ryen into an orgasmic shock. He came hard, jetting into Drekk’s talented mouth. The rapture was so extreme it forced Ryen to shut down, mentally and physically, while he tried to accept so much pleasure. And he faded with Drekk’s scent over him like a blanket of comfort.
Chapter Six
Drekk swallowed every bit of Ryen’s passion. Like a drug, Ryen’s seed made Drekk want more. Satisfied when Ryen’s cock, and then Ryen, went limp, Drekk stood on shaky legs.
“Damn, you’re a handful.” And a mouthful. Drekk licked his lips and moaned, his body quickly rejuvenated and wanting more. Rough urges rocked the control he worked so hard to maintain, and Drekk concentrated to keep his inner beast at bay. Fuck me, Ryen is eating away at my self control. And I’m loving every minute of it.
When Ryen had knocked him down and attacked him, Drekk had almost put a stop to it. Then he’d sensed Ryen’s need to explore, to understand what it was he truly needed. He’d let the larger man gain control. For a while, he hadn’t intended to stop him. Ryen had been made to suck cock. Stars, but his mouth fit Drekk’s shaft like perfection.
He could only imagine what that ass would feel like gloving him as well.
Trying to cool his libido, Drekk cleaned himself in the lav and dressed. He brought supplies out to clean the mess off Ryen as well and paused. Waves of satisfaction filled him at the sight of his cum and Ryen’s mingled over Ryen’s belly. Uneasy at the intensity of such feelings, Drekk wiped evidence of their passion away. He took his time cleaning, unable to resist the beauty of Ryen’s frame.
He trailed a damp cloth over Ryen’s muscular arms and chest, past his ruddy cock, thick thighs and sculpted calves.
“I am in way over my head with you,” he murmured to his sleeping lover. What he’d intended as no more than a way to help Ryen—a fellow Creation—overcome what fate had handed him now seemed a path towards a new relationship. Drekk readily admitting to loving the intimacy he and Ryen had shared. But a relationship with a male so like the ravaging animal he’d once been? Could he afford to release that side of him when he’d worked so hard to bury the past?
Ryen could pull that out of him as no one had in hundreds of years. In all the time since his escape from madness, Drekk had shared sex and affection, but he’d never truly loved.
Around Ryen he wanted to possess and be possessed. His inner balance, at peace with dominance and submission, now fluctuated upon Ryen’s moods.
I’m the master. Me, he reminded himself. This domination, this sexual closeness exists only to save your sorry ass, Ryen. Your beautiful, tight, firm, sorry ass.
Drekk rubbed his eyes in frustration.
Ryen, fortunately, chose that moment to moan, interrupting his moment of self-crisis.
“Drekk? What happened?”