[M] Child of the Flowers [DND]

Janos Russo · 07-09-2011, 08:58 PM

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He knew that Bastion was sadistic and as bad as it may have been he loved watching him work. While at times it made him almost squeamish to see all that blood and to hear the screams of pain that he knew were so reminisce of him from so long ago he no longer had the capacity to scream. But such painful memories were good for him in a way. If ever he was in a situation that required him to undergo torture, it was something that he was sure that he could handle. He had not only his past to thank for that though but he also had Bastion to thank for that. But unlike in his past, any pain that he faced with Bastion he welcomed and he even yearned for it. He actually liked to feel the slice of claws through his skin, the not so soft way that Bastion dealt with him. It was lovely and he knew that deep down the smaller male cared for him in some way, like a master would love a pet, but that to him was more than enough. It was all that he wanted really. So long as he was able to stay by him. He didn’t mind staying beside him as he worked on his victims but tended to not like to get his hands dirty. But when he did…it always nagged at him, making him wonder that if he ever gave himself in to his dangerous thoughts, if he would ever be able to go back to the way that he was then.

If Bastion released him from his service, it would shatter Janos again. His cherub was the very glue holding him together. If his bonding agent was gone then he would crumple and more than likely either revert to the way that he was before Bastion found him or he would open his veins. Either way it wasn’t a very happy prospect so he was glad that Bastion seemed to have no want right away to be rid of him. Perhaps one day he would let himself go at least for a little while to see if he really could bring himself to enjoy something as bloodthirsty as cutting people open but he was more or less there for show. His part as an arbiter was to scare people away with his cut-throat look but he could be violent if he was pushed to it, and his silence was all the more striking at night and would help him in his future endeavors when he had to go out on his own. That silence also helped for doing something else. Silence was the most important for when he was hunting by himself. Being able to sneak up on his prey was paramount to getting a swift and easy kill. After all, the less time that he spent away from Bastion, the better. Ah and when he came home with food the appreciation that he felt from Bastion was absolutely amazing. It made him want to keep on doing what he was doing just for the next time that Bastion showed him favor.

He opened himself up, one of the most submissive poses that a wolf could ever take, showing complete and total trust and submission besides showing the nape of his neck but his master wasn’t on his back or messing with his brand so this was the next best thing. A slow intake of breath was heard as he was slit open, his tail wagging lightly with the sensation. It hurt, yes, but it was a dull pain; the cut wasn’t that bad and would heal over in no time at all, hardly enough to leave even a scar. Giving a low groan as the blood was licked away he obviously didn’t fight him, instead arching his body up towards the intruding tongue, feeling this was an incredibly erotic and borderline gentle moment between the two of them. Feeling the cherub whine and press closer to him, he was also gifted with the feeling of a growing boner from his master as it pushed against him. He gave another groan, his hips rising towards Bastion’s groin, moving to grind against him. ”Nnnn master it feels so good,” he said through a low moan, his fingers reaching down to run through his master’s fur, his tail still lightly moving along the ground. His body was heating up, and he was getting an obvious lump in his pants as well which was only getting worse the more that his master was paying attention to him. He loved it and he could never have enough of what his master was doing to him. ”Master please hurt me again. I like it when you hurt me,” he said as he looked down at him, urging him on, feeling the stirring in his groins getting stronger.

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