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He couldn’t believe it. Somehow or another he had lost sight of his cherub and even though he knew that his master could easily handle himself no matter the situation, he still wanted desperately to find him and be near him. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched and no sooner did he realize that Bastion was gone than did he start to frantically search around the area. Salsola was a fairly big area for him to look around but luckily he wouldn’t have to go and hunt too far for the source of where Bastion left him from. Sure enough, once his nose went to the ground, he found the one that he wanted to find and he followed that scent out from the main homeland and after a quick pause at the river to roll around in the water, he resumed the trail. Paws were silent on the ground as he walked, using his height as well as his intense nose to take back up the trail in no time. He followed the scent as sure as a bloodhound would, his ears swiveling and his steps sure as he made his way through the lands from the common to him to that which was not so common. But as usual the sudden change in scenery and the change in scents were a bit disorienting to him and he paused at the boundary between the two worlds, hesitating.

But knowing that his cherub was on the other side gave him enough of a push to start his feet and he moved on, not looking back since there was no reason for him to be uneasy now that he had made that important first step. His body told him to run to the male that had found him when he was floating around from place to place with no particular want or will to live. But his mind told him that such an idea was stupid and that it would be better if he calmly walked to where he would be. As he crested a ridge, a sudden breeze hit him and he looked up at the sky that was beautifully blue and open. How long had he been kept in complete darkness, been unable to feel the softness of the earth like that beneath his feet, and how long had it been since he had been able to see the sun’s light that spread out above him, caressing him with a mother’s gentleness. To him, his cherub was this sunlight to him. Bastion had broken through the fog that clouded his mind and had shown him that things could be okay. If ever he doubted that this new life of his was real, all he had to do was feel the back of his neck where his brand was, his hand sliding across the rough, burned skin, distinguishable from the rest of his scars.

He was sporting a few new wounds from his latest hunting excursion but he didn’t mind them. They would scar, adding to his already extensive collection, and would be another reason for his master to love him and pay attention to him. The wind blew to him a refreshing scent that made his bright eyes turn down to the yellowed landscape. It was a bright, cheerful yellow, not the color of blight or of dying grass. No, it was cheerful, bright, and happy and it drew his attention down to a stalk that wasn’t bending the right away. Upon closer inspection, it was the shape of a small wolf that he recognized immediately as Bastion. A surge of emotion leaped through his chest and throat as he started on his easy lope down to where his master was. Drawing up on him closely, he smiled down at him, looking up at the large head of the flower. ”What are you doing master?” He asked him with a little tilt of his head, looking down at the boy. It was as if Bastion thinking about him conjured him. ”Would you like me to get you this flower?” He asked him as he looked down at Bastion and then back around. He had never seen flowers this high before, but he had heard stories about them. Called sunflowers, he had heard them being talked about before when he was held as a slave. But they were always talked about like they were some kind of amazing, mythical flower, and he could see why. They resembled the sun greatly, showing that they were the true representations.

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It was difficult to say exactly why the sunflower was so hard to pull out but if he had to say it was probably because the flower had a great will to survive. It wanted to so badly stay planted in the ground where all could see it, its yellow petals the same blooming color as the sun that gave it its warmth. Other flowers were weaker willed and didn’t stand for something as strong as what the sunflower stood for as well, hence another reason why it was more difficult for this particular flower to be wrested from the soft loam from which it had seeded. Bastion was anything but weak, the flower simply besting him for now. But if something had such a strong tie to life it would be borderline criminal to try to take it down, wouldn’t it? The whine from the cherub drew Janos’s ears forward as he came down towards him and he couldn’t stop that want to smile but it seemed as though his features were forever frozen in this state that he was in right now, unsmiling and to the untrained eye it may even look like he didn’t care, that he was apathetic, but that assumption could not be more wrong. He felt, and he felt very deeply he just seemed to have lost all the joy necessary to smile. He was starting to get back that joy since he had been with his master but still the smile would not come.

His ears perked up as the small cherub seemed to be so happy that he showed up and hearing the yip from him made an answering call come from the male. Seeing the arms reaching up to him, he reached down to gather the other up into his arms, holding Bastion tightly against his tall form, hugging him tightly, his muscular form holding the smaller male snugly against his muscles that had been built over time and through many of his own tribulations. Hearing the words, he loosened his hold over the other, looking at the sunflower before he gave a little tilt of his head and stepped closer towards the flower, reaching up to grab hold of the delicate head of the flower, pulling it down so that Bastion could reach it. ”It certainly is big. It’s bigger than I am too. It’s a sunflower. Have you heard of them before?” He asked Bastion with the ease in his voice that could only be found whenever he was speaking to the cherub. No one else would get such quiet, easy-going words from the large, scarred male. No, only those who had proven themselves worthy to be above him were able to have such quiet words. But Bastion was different for in the tone of voice directed at him there was not only the softness of Janos but there was also a great sense of respect and adoration there as well.

He released the flower if Bastion didn’t want to look at it anymore before he heard the question and it made him turn his head down towards him, shaking his head lightly. Backing up a few steps, he made to sit down, taking the cherub down with him to sit on his lap as he looked up at the sunflowers and the blue sky beyond. ”No, I’m not working. I got concerned when I didn’t know where you went off to and I followed your scent out to here. Is there something wrong with that?”He asked his master, his brand prickling with the fear that he had done something wrong that would displease his master even if he didn’t mean to be such a bad puppy. He just wanted to be with his master just as any loyal hound wanted. He wanted to be able to wake up in the morning and find his owner there beside him and he wanted to be able to have the other close to him so that way he could better protect him and take care of him in the off chance that something went wrong. And walking out of Salsola territory without him was a good way to make the slender male go crazy with worry. But he had found his other half and was able to rest easily. He reached over to place a gentle lick against Bastion’s head, looking at him with gentle eyes.

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He didn’t think of his master as being any less than he was. His master had some shortcomings, yes, but everyone had their own demons that they had to deal with. In fact, Bastion seemed to be better adjusted than Janos was at times. Janos had his own issues, his own demons that were still haunting him despite all this time that he had with his master away from the bowels of the slave ship and the horrors of his teenage years, left behind where they came from. But every now and again his nightmares would haunt him and he still would wake up in a cold sweat, feeling as if his nightmares weren’t over. It was only the fact that he had his cherub with him that he was able to see the light at all and he was able to survive, one step at a time. One step at a time was all that he could manage but so far he felt that it was doing him good. He could sense as he approached that Bastion wasn’t upset that Janos had come onto the scene just as he had hoped that he wasn’t. He had hoped that he wouldn’t upset the smaller male which it looked like he didn’t either. This was simply the perfect situation right now where he was able to have time with his love one on one with him.

To the best of his ability, the other male would always be able to feel safe, protected, and well provided for. Granted, he wasn’t the richest man that he was sure the other male could fall in with but Janos had undying loyalty that he could give to the cherub and the smaller male would know that Janos had eyes and had the attention and love only for the other male. Janos was much more at home now that he was here with him. There was no way that he could explain it other than that he was so glad that he had the other in his arms. He simply felt more at ease now that he was here with him. Blinking in surprise as the sunflower was licked, he let the cherub do as he would without saying anything against him but this certainly was not something that he would have advised, licking the head of the sunflower. But it didn’t seem to have any adverse effect on him whatsoever and were he more apt to smile he would have done so. Dipping his head as the sunflower sprang back up, he also bent over Bastion just a little to keep him from being hit by the flower in the case that it came back around, but the flower simply sprung back up and Janos relaxed some. With the question, he nodded his head and looked up. “Yes, all are this big when they grow up. I don’t know of any flowers that are this big,” he said, sounding honest. He really didn’t know of any others but that didn’t exclude the instance that there were others out there he just wasn’t knowledgeable about them because he hadn’t run across them yet.

They moved to sit down and he held onto Bastion as they relaxed, tilting his head to the side as the cherub made himself comfortable. Now this was when he was at his most ease. Now when he had the other male in his arms was a time when he could fully relax. Nodding his head with the assurance that he wasn’t wrong, he let out a little breath, glad that he wouldn’t be held responsible for legitimately worrying about his cherub. A shot of warmth ran through him as he was told that he was good and a ghost of what may have been a smile crossed his features as he gave a nod of his head. ”Good, I’m glad. Thank you master,” he said, the ghost of the smile soon leaving his face as those fingers slipped beneath his clothing and touched him, earning a low groan from Janos. He liked to have his scars played with but liked it even more when his master praised him for the new additions to his body. The question’s answer was put on hold when he realized that the other was trying to get at the wounds and he acquiesced, slipping out of his jacket and then his shirt, exposing some of the red, puckered marks that were just beginning to scar over. ”I was out hunting for us and I got wounded. They’re not pretty as if I had fought to get them but what do you think of them master?” He asked him, almost anxious for his approval. It was just something that he couldn’t help. He wanted his master’s seal of approval on anything and everything that he did no matter what it was.

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Perhaps not many would admit to the fact that Bastion was well adjusted and perhaps family-wise he wasn’t. But he had managed to survive this long and he had a position of power and had his own lackeys. He would have to say that the other seemed to be fitting into this life of his quite well. Those in the pack who didn’t think very highly of Bastion would learn. They would learn that there was more to this male than others may have thought right off the bat but even he didn’t know what the other male was capable of. At least, not to the full extent. But he did know that if Bastion set his mind to doing something then shit was going to get done one way or another and it made Janos look up to him even more. Of course, he always looked up to Bastion for knowing just what to do and how to do it. The other male was a free spirit and it showed itself every time that he looked down at Bastion and he saw those eyes full of such life and so many thoughts. It was a wonder that he hadn’t fallen even deeper into the other’s eyes than where he already was. He didn’t know of Bastion’s parents or his siblings or what he had done in his past, but no matter what, he would stay beside him.

Janos was a loyal and faithful puppy until the day that he died. It would be the end of him if Bastion simply disposed of him mentally and picked back up another puppy. Being turned away would surely result in the loss of his own mind and would probably lead him to killing himself. So in order to prevent that, he would do anything that he could do to keep himself from being dismissed from his little master’s presence. He didn’t want that at all. No, he wanted to stay right where he was and continue to prove that he was the right one for Bastion and that he would be the one to always be there for him no matter what. He tried to only be a small shout away from his master at all times even though even he knew that that wouldn’t be possible for every day of their lives together. They each had their jobs after all and it wasn’t something that he could easily get out of. In fact, he was going to be heading off very soon to go and try to gain his co-ranking, another thing that he needed to tell Bastion before he left here today. He needed to let his master know where he was going so that Bastion wouldn’t think that he had just left him or something along those lines.

Sunflowers were the biggest flower that he knew of but that didn’t mean that there weren’t others like it if not bigger because there very well could be. He took off his top without fuss for the other male, letting him explore the new wounds with his own attentions. Of course, it also felt really good too, knowing that his master liked his wounds, liked the way that they looked on him and the way that they looked. Releasing a breath with the comforting words from his master, he made to give him a little squeeze of his arms before Bastion was moving and he loosened his arms around him, not sure exactly what it was he was going to do. Gasping as he felt the tongue along his scars, he gave a light yelping sound as the tongue entered into his wound but he didn’t fight him, pull him away, or try to escape. If his master wanted to do this to him then he wasn’t about to fight him. Honestly, Janos was just so happy to have some sort of attention that he didn’t care what the other did. Bastion could give him another brand or tear off his fingers and he wouldn’t fight him then either. So long as he was still given license to stay near to him then he didn’t mind. ”Mmm master how does it taste?” He asked him with a little tilt of his head, looking down at Bastion, watching with a kind of macabre fascination. He himself had never been into wound play but with Bastion he was actually okay with it because he knew that it meant that his cherub still took pleasure in him if he was willing to continue to play along in the wounds that were now going to take even longer for them to heal. The wound where the tongue was started to bleed a little since the scar had been opened back up again but still he didn’t move, watching his cherub at work.

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When he was a pup he never thought that he would have done the things that he had done, been through the things that he had been through, or be doing what he was doing now. He never thought that he would be seen as one of the boogeymen of the Salsola, one of the ones to run off and handle intruders. It was a dangerous job he would have to say but he was happy. He had someone to take care of him, he had a home, a job, gathering respect, it really was all that he could ask for. He only hoped still that his master wouldn’t decide one day while he was torturing someone that because that person handled pain even better than Janos that he would be replaced but that just redoubled his want and his need to succeed and be everything and then some that Bastion wanted or needed in a puppy. Even during the relatively short time that he had known Bastion, he had watched the little hellion grow and refine his skills and it was an honor and his pleasure to work beside him and all that he hoped was that his master would give him a good job or a good boy every now and again. Really, he did try to not be high maintenance upkeep, really he did.

In all honesty, when he fought or when he killed for Bastion’s pleasure or when he was told to do so, he found it quite cathartic. The dripping blood, the screams that echoed in his mind as well as in his past, even the not-so-subtle snaps of bones popping were all almost intoxicating. But whenever he was about to lose himself to that bloodlust and fully let himself enjoy it, a part of him took over, one that reminded him that once, not too long ago, he was the one screaming and writhing. Of course that was until they broke him, shattered his psyche and his entire being into shard-size pieces. But then his cherub, oh his cherub had come and rescued him. He didn’t care what anyone else thought of him. Yes, his master was cruel, vicious, blood thirsty, and more of a monster than he would ever be, but he was so fond of Bastion, so much so that he got possessive over him at times whenever he caught him with another person’s scent, another’s blood on him. It made him want to ask Bastion to open his veins for him if for no other reason than to be able to smell the child-like male coated in his blood one last time. But since that would mean the end of him too, he would save the dramatics for when he was no longer able to be a part of this world, mostly when he was kicked out of good graces. At least then he could die the way that he always dreamed of going ever since he met Bastion. He would go bloody, slow, and at his master’s mercy.

Feeling hot eyes on him, he looked down at the other before he averted his eyes and seemed to be sorry for it. ”I’m sorry master,” he said softly in response for him making the sound. But Bastion didn’t seem to be too upset over it since the sharp stinging was back and his blood began to flow again, teased out of his body through the openings by the male on his lap, another little groan escaping him before he could stop himself. Hearing that his blood was tasty gave him a sort of pride with knowing that he was able to slake his master’s thirst for blood, even just a little bit. He wouldn’t mind if his master survived off of him, it would make him feel more like he was useful to him but his wound wasn’t giving off too much blood, at least none that was fresh since the wound had already begun to close, the blood had stopped flowing. But he didn’t want Bastion to stop and he shifted a little bit, leaning back against the grass more to open up his tender and delicate underside to the cherub, his tail thumping against the ground happily. It was yet another sign of submission that he would lay like this, opening himself up so much. The cherub could easily reach in and pull out his intestines, killing him but part of him knew that Bastion wouldn’t do that, at least not with good reasoning. ”Mmmm master feel free to slice me open and taste fresh blood if it would please you more,” he said as he stretched a little bit, pulling the muscles and skin tighter, in a way trying to release more blood from the wound that already had a tongue inside of it, his mind already preparing itself to have his body cut again.

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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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Janos was honestly glad that Bastion didn’t want to rip him open to drain him of his life-giving liquid. He rather liked the feeling of the blood coming from his body but still he knew that it was good that he would be allowed to keep that inside of himself. And this way he could be able to continue to protect and take care of his cherub and he felt a familiar thrill down the back of his neck as he put himself completely at Bastion’s mercy, letting the smaller male decide what happened to him, whether he lived or whether or not he died. Luckily for him though the other seemed to understand that he needed Janos at least until he could get a replacement, so for now the arbiter was safe and sound from any mortal wounds since he would have to bandage himself up and he could only do that to a certain point. Suddenly he felt the other cut down his chest again and he looked up at him after he gave a low hiss of pleasurable pain. Ah he felt so alive, his back arching up towards the other’s mouth as he could almost feel his blood leaking out of his body and towards the waiting jaws of his master and lover. Janos’s body was reacting quite positively and quite ferociously to his master’s actions and his body craved more, wanted more. He wanted to feel more of him and to be reaffirmed as his master’s play thing through and through no matter who else had the gall to come through.

The smaller male clambered off of him and he looked up at him, obviously confused by the sudden movements. Had he done something that was wrong? Mentally he went over what he had done and he could find no reason as to why he would be left so suddenly. So he was greatly relieved when he heard the questioning demand and he nodded his head, smiling lightly as his hands went to his pants to hook in his waistband, lifting his hips up to slide down his pants and underwear, his dick unsheathed and fully grown already. While he was up, he also slipped off his jacket, laying it down before he laid back down as he had been, the full extent of his many scars able to be seen, a sight that only his master could really appreciate he felt. If a wolf could smile he would be doing so as he looked up at his cherub, tilting his head to the side, his ruined ear flopping over. ”Is this what you wanted master?” He asked his master, his excitement very able to be seen. He hadn’t been able to be like this with his master in a long time and his tail wagged against the ground, the blood pooling around the surface of his fur, the blood glinting in the light, reflected by the bright yellow heads of the sunflowers. Bastion’s head was outlined by sun and Janos had to hold up a hand to protect his eyes, shifting a little as he waited for the other.

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He knew that Bastion could more than handle himself in any situation because he had seen it on multiple occasions. But he also knew that in a way his cherub was dependent on him and that he relied on the other arbiter for things like hunting and protection so he was honored that he was able to be like this for the other male. He also knew that he was just as dependent on him. He wanted to always be with his master and always be his number one no matter what. In fact he didn’t know what he would do if he were to be separated from his master. He would probably resort to the way that he had been before: wandering aimlessly or he would resort to suicide. He didn’t really know how he would react because this was something that he had brushed out of his mind. His master was the only one who could make him feel this way and his master was the only one that he wanted to make him feel this way. Bastion had made him feel safe and he continued to do so even if he wasn’t completely there with him one hundred percent all the time. It was times like this, too, that he treasured most of all, being here with him for a time, just being able to talk with him and to yes, have intimate moments with him. He wanted to feel his master again and feel that rush that let him know that he was going to be okay and that he was going to be taken care of no matter the situation so long as he made sure to keep his master safe.

He couldn’t help but be embarrassed as he heard the other clapping his hands. He knew that the other was pleased with his body because he was so scarred from head to toe but he wasn’t expecting the cherub to clap as if he were greatly pleased by something. But he knew that the other loved his scars and had even grown to be okay with them since his master seemed to like them so much. He was most definitely worked up, his tail twitching happily as he was felt on and worked on. His hips bucked some as the small hand wrapped around his prick and he licked his lips, his tongue wetting the soft fur before he answered him. ”It’s all yours master. You caused it and it all belongs to you,” he said as he tilted his head to the side, his legs twitching to be a little more open than before. ”I am free to do with as master feels like,” he said with a little look up at the other, giving him a little wanting look. He couldn’t help himself, especially when he was like this. He wanted more; he always wanted more from the other he couldn’t help himself. Perhaps he was a bit of an insatiable masochist in that regard but he really couldn’t think of himself being happy in any other way. ”I like it when master uses me,” he said as he moved his hips a little, his eyes wanting, his voice communicating that fact as well, a light touch of a whine entering his voice.

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Janos knew exactly what his master wanted to hear and he couldn’t help himself but want to make his master want him in return. The cherub had complete and total dominance over him and he wasn’t afraid to show it or let the other know about it. He would welcome being used by the smaller arbiter, it was what he wanted after all. He gave a little sound as he looked down at Bastion, appreciating the smaller male from what he could see. He liked to please the other, felt a sense of accomplishment when he did, like he had done something good, had done something right. And it seemed as though he still knew just the right things to say seeing as how the other broke into his grin that if Janos could blush he would be. It was so incredibly vulgar the words that he had said but he comforted himself, knowing that he had done much worse way back when and this was something that he wanted. He wanted to be used by his master, wanted to know that he could be appealing to his master and he would do whatever he could to make sure that his master was happy with him no matter what day it was or what time it was. It was then that his master began to move his head and he felt a thrill run through him.

Janos watched as the other male left his length alone and his legs shifted a bit on the ground, giving a little sound as that finger ran down his body towards his rump and with the question, he bit his lip, giving a sound of pleasure with the touches. ”It is yours master. All of me belongs to you and only you,” he answered with a smile as he looked down at him still, watching his movements. The other was just barely missing his hole and it seemed as though the smaller male was getting frustrated understandably. Finally the other male pulled back away from him and he tilted his head to the side curiously. Was Bastion already tired of their games? Confused, it didn’t take him long to get the answer that he desired as the other male bent over and gave him a direction which he didn’t hesitate in moving towards. He pulled his legs up and since he was in his optime form, he pulled his legs closer to his body like a dog might and he shifted a little, turning some and shifting to the side so that he could run a finger down his body to feel along his butt, giving his master a show before he reached down his other hand to spread his butt, one of his fingers rubbing against his hole. ”Here it is master. And it’s all for you,” he said with a little smile as he looked over at him. He then began to move, rolling over so that he was on his hands and knees, his tail curling against his back as he showed off his tail hole that way too. ”Is this what you were looking for me to do master?” He asked curiously, hoping that this was what was wanted. If it was wrong he was sure that he would be corrected.

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Bastion did indeed have control over a creature older and larger than he was and would continue to have his undying, unswerving loyalty until such a time when he figured that Janos was getting too old for his liking whenever that may be. After all there would always be someone younger, fuller of the youthful vitality and vigor that he assumed would want his spot. Who wouldn’t want to have a master like his that would take care of you and yet be sure to assert him over you? His master had done a fantastic job of recuperating him, making him functional once again after he had such a rocky start in life. Well, maybe not a rocky start but a rocky middle would perhaps be the best way to describe it. Hearing the grass shifting across from him, he looked over at him as he moved, the sunflowers giving the boy an odd sort of aura about him, almost as if praising the pup as Janos did all the time. It was almost as if the flowers were fighting to compete with Janos and he felt a sense of disgust towards the flowers for even trying to take his beloved master away from him. But he would do anything that he could do to outshine the flowers. Of course he also saw that his master had eyes only for him, his back to the bright scenery behind him and it made him feel better and feel incredibly empowered that his master would have those brilliant eyes just for him.

A sense of relief and happiness rushed through him as he was praised, his tail sweeping gently with the happiness of just those simple words. He was there, open for his master’s eyes and with the order, he gave a little nod of his head, doing some shifting to put him in a better position. Back arched a little as he shifted his weight, reaching behind him with his right hand to run over his butt, fingers spreading his cheeks before a finger ran over his hole. Putting some pressure with one of his clawed fingers, he pushed into himself with the finger with a little sound. He moved, keeping the finger in himself to put his chest on the ground, his butt up in the air with his finger still inside of him as his other hand moved to his penis, which had kept fully at attention with the promise of more attention by his master. Bastion had just a tight hold over him, mind and body. His hand paw moved over his penis, the part of him warm, firm, and seeming to pulsate with the wish for more. Janos’s other hand moved his finger in and out of his body slowly, pulling it almost all the way out before pushing it in, playing with himself for his master’s pleasure. ”Is this what you want to see master?” He asked the cherub as he looked over his shoulder to see if he could see the other and his expression.