Ai No Kusabi Fan Fiction ❯ The Lost Cadre ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Author's Notes: Ai no Kusabi and its characters do not belong to me and I make no claim on them. All rights apply to the talented people who did create them. I make nothing off this except gratifying my own twisted pleasure.

 

But…the characters of Mingan Zenos, Sevilen and Zesiro ARE my own creations that I have plopped down into the Ai no Kusabi world. The things that they do and their interaction with the other characters of Ai no Kusabi are purely my fabrication.

 

Thanks goes to eternajewel for her assistance in this little slightly AU endeavour. Hugs and kisses chicky.

 

 

The Lost Cadre 3

 

Raoul knew he was dreaming.

 

It was the only way he could have Iason Mink for his pleasure. In the dream, Iason was kneeling between Raoul's spread legs and sucking greedily on Raoul's cock. Iason's clever tongue played over the head and teased the slit before his lips slid down Raoul's length. Raoul let the powerful Blondie suck him deeply for long minutes before he fisted a hand in Iason's hair and pulled him off his cock. The dream Iason made noises of protest until Raoul lifted up a paddle and showed it to him.

 

Raoul let go of the long blonde hair and waited until Iason turned around and presented him with his ass. He wriggled his hips enticingly and pleaded for Raoul to spank him. Raoul stroked his cock briefly, admiring the look of Iason on his knees waiting for Raoul to mark his pale flesh, before he brought the paddle down on Iason's upturned ass. The Blondie moaned his pleasure at the stinging contact and started to stroke his own erection.

 

Raoul landed blow after blow on his dream Iason's ass until the skin was a fiery red and covered in welts. Raoul dropped the paddle and spread the cheeks in front of him. He drove his cock in with no preparation making Iason cry out in half pleasure and half pain from the brutal invasion. Raoul began to pump Iason's ass with long strokes that soon had both of them moaning.

 

“Well, aren't you a naughty boy? Not only did you beat his ass red and drive into him with no prep; you're also screwing your own brother,” said a musical voice in Raoul's ear.

 

The dream Iason turned into flower petals and swirled and dipped away into nothing on a gentle breeze. Raoul uttered a protest and tried to turn around but found himself unable to move. The landscape of his dream shifted to a forest of strangely coloured trees.

 

“He's not my brother,” Raoul protested as he was finally able to move. He spun in place looking for the person who had spoken into his ear.

 

“My bad; not that I care. I've been trying to get my brother in the sack for ages but he's disgustingly straight. Nothing like a little twincest to really get your juices pumping. So if that beautiful hunk of man wasn't your brother, who was he?”

 

Raoul scanned the trees for the owner of the voice but still couldn't find him. He wanted his dream of screwing Iason back. It had been one of the best dreams he'd had in ages.

 

“My boss. Why am I even telling you that? I know I'm dreaming. Why can't I get that dream to come back? Why would I put you; whoever you are, in a dream that I was enjoying the hell out of?”

 

“Cognitive dreaming. Interesting. Not many people bother with it. This isn't your realm anymore. This is mine and I am not only the master here; I am God.”

 

“You're just some screwed up thing my brain has produced,” Raoul insisted as he tried to pin point where the voice was coming from.

 

“Nah. I'm the real deal. I was just a little bored and decided to pop around and see who was being a dirty birdie. Looks like I struck gold with you. I bet you like being tied down and fucked hard,” the voice said as the scenery suddenly changed to a dark stone chamber and Raoul found himself bent over a bench and chained in place.

 

Raoul jerked on the chains that held him and growled in frustration. He yelped in surprise at the hard smack of a paddle to his exposed ass. Raoul jerked against the chains again and hissed when the paddle again made contact with his skin. He felt fingers tickle along his length and sucked in a sharp breath as hot skin was suddenly pressed against his back.

 

“You like this don't you? My, my, but you're a naughty boy. I think I like you,” purred the voice again in his ear.

 

Raoul couldn't believe that he was dreaming this. He had spent countless hours learning to cognitive dream so he could play out his fantasies of disciplining and screwing whoever had caught his attention. Now, he was trapped in a dream that he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be free from. It was oddly erotic to have an unseen stranger paddling his ass as he was held immobile.

 

Raoul cried out at the feel of talons lightly scoring down his back. The pain was different from the sting of the paddle and blood surged into his cock making it throb. He heard his mystery man, for it was definitely a male, chuckle just before he felt the needle like pricks of talons along his erection. Raoul gasped and then moaned when the little pain only made him harder.

 

“Should I fuck you now? Do you hurt because you want to come so bad?” the voice asked Raoul silkily as something soft brushed back and forth over his balls, tormenting him further.

 

Raoul moaned softly and shameless wiggled his hips. The voice laughed again and talons were once more raked down his back. Raoul groaned and let his head drop forward when his cheeks were spread apart and a hot tongue began licking him.

 

“Ask for it, handsome. Ask very prettily for me to shove my cock in your ass and I just might,” the voice said softly as the unmistakable feel of an erection was suddenly pressed to his hole.

 

Raoul bit his lip to stop the plea from leaving. He had never felt so aroused. Not while watching his Pets pair. Not while fantasizing about the Blondies he'd like to screw and not even while cognitive dreaming of roughly fucking Iason Mink's freshly spanked ass.

 

“I can wait forever my lovely fuck toy. I am God here. Can you wait an eternity and endure the sexual torment before I let you come?” the voice purred into Raoul's ear as small, hard nips trailed over his shoulders and the back of his neck.

 

Raoul whimpered. The words were pushing kink buttons he didn't know he had. The soft teasing over his balls was back and making him squirm. The pressure to come was pressing on him. Raoul moaned and closed his eyes as the male behind him rubbed the head of his erection back and forth over his hole. Raoul panted and clenched his hands into fists. The male licked him from the top of his spine to the base and then between his cheeks and over his balls. Raoul gasped as he felt sharp teeth pinch the skin between his balls and ass. His balls had pulled up tight and were starting to ache from denied release. No matter how much he wanted to come, it wasn't happening. Raoul was balanced on the very edge of orgasm but couldn't seem to tip himself over the brink. He whimpered partly from frustration and partly from pleasure.

 

“I won't let a nameless stranger fuck me; dream or not. Who are you?” Raoul panted as sweat now beaded on his skin.

 

“I'm Zesiro. Does this mean you want to be fucked? That you want to come?” the male asked as he pushed the head of his cock against Raoul's opening.

 

“Yes, damn you!” Raoul groaned.

 

“Hmm. Not pretty enough. A `please' would be nice. A `yes master' would be even better. A `please master, fuck me until I scream' would probably get you what you want.”

 

Raoul whined in his throat as he felt the others cock start to slide into him only to stop with just the barest tip inside. The Blondie gave a frustrated growl and tried to move backward. The chains held him in place and Raoul closed his eyes in defeat. He wanted to come. He needed to come. The only way his tormentor seemed inclined to let him was for him to beg.

 

“Please master, fuck me until I scream. Make me come while you ram my ass,” Raoul said on a broken moan as a little more cock was pushed into him.

 

“Oh, that was very pretty,” Zesiro purred as he wound his fingers in the long blonde hair of Raoul and surged into him.

 

Raoul moaned at the forceful invasion. Zesiro didn't give him time to adjust before he began thrusting quickly. Raoul's breath was coming sharply as pleasure at being taken so roughly washed through him.

 

“Are you going to scream for me, handsome? Are you going to blow your load so your ass can milk my cock for every drop I've got? Are you ready to feel me come in your ass?”

 

Raoul moaned as he felt something soft wrap around his cock and squeeze rhythmically. The hand in his hair gripped tighter and the strokes became harder and faster. Raoul's breath stuttered in his chest as he finally peaked. A moan left his throat and rose in pitch until it was a scream of intense pleasure. Zesiro hissed as Raoul's ass contracted and released on his cock. He thrust one more time and a harsh growl left his lips as his own orgasm found him.

 

Raoul lay across the bench, panting, with a sated smile on his face. He'd just had one of the most powerful sexual experiences of his life and it hadn't even been real. He shivered as Zesiro left his body and felt faint, teasing flutters of pleasure in the muscles of his ass.

 

“That was damn good. One of the best fucks I've had in a while. You are one kinky bastard. Now I know I like you. I don't even know your name, handsome. You'll have to tell me so that when I come visit, I'll know who to look up.”

 

“Raoul.”

 

“Just Raoul? Amoi is a pretty big place. Might be hard for me to find you. You're gonna make me work to have your pretty ass again, aren't you?”

 

“This isn't real. You aren't real, so it doesn't matter what I tell you.”

 

“If it doesn't matter, then tell me where on Amoi you are. I can dig up the rest from there.”

 

“Eos. I'm in Eos. I don't even know why I'm telling you. You aren't real,” Raoul insisted.

 

“Oh, I'm real. I already told you that. I guess that I'll have to have the captain change course slightly so I can come crash at your place and screw you until you believe that I am real. What the hell. I had nothing better to do anyway,” Zesiro said as the dream began to dissolve.

 

“Later my little fuck toy. You were excellent,” Zesiro said with a throaty chuckle and a stinging slap to Raoul's ass.

 

Raoul woke slowly. His body felt relaxed to the point of boneless. There was cooling come on his belly and drying sweat on his skin. His hair was a tangled mess around his head. He smiled and sighed and rose from the bed. He'd never be able to fall back asleep until he was clean again. As Raoul walked to the bathroom, he thought that he had just had one of the best damn wet dreams of his life.

 

Raoul turned the shower on to warm up and dragged a brush through the rat's nest his hair had turned into. He was working on a particularly difficult knot when he happened to glance in the mirror. The brush fell from his hand and he twisted sharply to get a better look at his back. Long red welts traced down his back in the exact same location as where Zesiro had scratched him in his dream. Raoul stared at his reflection in the mirror with wide eyes. Then he remembered what Zesiro had said to him.

 

“Oh fuck,” Raoul breathed. He wasn't sure whether to laugh in delight that he'd get to actually see the face of the man who had fucked him so thoroughly or panic because the man who had fucked him so thoroughly said he was coming to visit.

 

*********

 

Sevilen woke slowly. He was warm and comfortable and reluctant to open his eyes. He burrowed his face in the pillow and wiggled his toes. When the covers were pulled back, Sevilen made noises of protest and groped for the blankets. His eyes flew open when he felt a large hand glide over his exposed ass. He tried to scramble away only to find himself pressed into the mattress effortlessly.

 

“After waking up with your ass wriggling into my groin this morning, I've decided that I'm going to have you tonight,” Mingan said softly next to Sevilen's ear.

 

Sevilen sucked in a sharp breath and twisted his head to look at Mingan. His stomach did little swooping dives at the information and Sevilen wondered why Mingan was bothering to tell him. He had thought that Mingan would simply drag him to the bed when he wanted to pair with him.

 

“But, since you have never done this before and you are quite small, a little preparation seems like a good idea.”

 

Mingan removed his hand from Sevilen's back and watched him slowly sit up. There was wariness in his little Pet's eyes and Mingan couldn't help the smile that appeared. His Pet had no idea what was in store for him. A quick glance down confirmed that Sevilen had an erection, as Mingan thought he would upon waking.

 

“Pleasure yourself, Sevilen. I was told you are lovely to watch.”

 

Sevilen knew his eyes were wide. Having Mingan tell him to masturbate was the last thing he had expected to hear when he woke up. He felt colour rise in his cheeks and was annoyed with himself for blushing.

 

“Now, Pet,” Mingan said in a voice that warned Sevilen not to disobey.

 

Sevilen moved until he knelt on the bed facing Mingan and spread his knees apart as he'd been taught to give his Blondie master the best, unobstructed view of his genitals. He reached for his erection and wrapped his fingers around himself. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes as he began the slow steady strokes he preferred. Sevilen could feel Mingan's eyes on him and instead of making him feel self-conscious; he found it heightened his arousal. A shiver moved through his body and he felt his nipples stiffen from the arousal moving through him. Sevilen started stroking himself faster and bit his bottom lip as he felt the blood surge into his cock. He dropped his other hand to his balls and rolled them between his fingers. He licked his lips as he felt desire move languidly through his system and his hips began to rock as he thrust into his hand. His breathing sped up and he opened his mouth to draw more oxygen into his lungs.

 

“Open your eyes and look at me, Sevilen,” Mingan commanded softly.

 

Sevilen dragged his eyes open and fixed his desire filled gaze on Mingan. Mingan thought that the Trader hadn't lied when he claimed that Sevilen was entrancing when he pleasured himself. His skin flushed with desire, his hair was in wild disarray around his body and seeing his nipples erect from arousal made Mingan want to lick and nibble on them. Until Mingan had demanded that he look at him, Sevilen had let his head fall back which exposed his throat in a long line that also demanded to be tasted. Mingan noted with satisfaction that his Pet was surprisingly well endowed when erect for a male with such a small frame. The big Blondie gave a delighted purr at the thought of taking his shy little Pet's cock inside his mouth.

 

Mingan had thought that it would detract from his enjoyment to have a Pet remain silent while pleasuring himself but it had the opposite effect on him. The utter silence only made him watch Sevilen more closely to see the desire and arousal as it moved over him. To have those desire filled golden eyes fixed on him was an unexpectedly arousing thing. Sevilen's gaze was bright and direct and faintly challenging. It almost dared Mingan to try and give him more pleasure than he was currently giving himself.

 

Mingan felt an aggressive growl start in his chest at the challenge his Pet was directing his way. Sevilen's golden eyes flashed fire at Mingan and he stroked himself faster. Sevilen's breath suddenly stopped in his chest and his whole body jerked and shuddered as release poured through him. Sevilen bit his lip as his cock spurted in his fist and he striped his chest. Mingan watched as pleasure swirled through Sevilen's eyes and knew that the first time he took him, he was going to have Sevilen on his back so he could watch the delight move through his Pet's eyes from the feel of Mingan inside him.

 

Sevilen was breathing harshly as he let go of his softening cock and made to wipe his fingers off on the sheets when Mingan stopped him.

 

“Lick them clean, Sevilen,” Mingan said in a husky voice as he stared intently at his Pet.

 

Sevilen stilled, sure he had heard wrong. Mingan couldn't possibly want him to take his own seed into his mouth. He had performed as he'd been instructed to. He knew Mingan had enjoyed watching him as his erection was plainly visible. He'd never had anyone command him to take his essence into his mouth. Sevilen didn't understand why Mingan would want him to.

 

“Do what I tell you, Pet. Lick your fingers clean.”

 

Sevilen grimaced and brought his fingers to his lips where he hesitated again. If joining with another male was wrong, tasting your own seed had to be worse. Didn't it?

 

“You've never tasted yourself?” Mingan guessed. When Sevilen shook his head, Mingan fixed his Pet with a stern look. “Then now would be the perfect time.”

 

Still Sevilen hesitated.

 

“You will soon taste my seed too, Pet. I expect to feel your mouth on my cock during your time with me and I will release into your mouth. You will swallow because I find it erotic.”

 

Sevilen looked at Mingan with wide eyes. He hadn't thought about what exactly Mingan would want him to do. He had assumed that Mingan would penetrate him and have him masturbate but he really hadn't thought there would be anything beyond that.

 

Mingan watched the realization of what he was expecting dawn on his Pet and smiled slowly. He was enjoying the inexperience of Sevilen more than he thought he would. It was a refreshing change from the Pet's bred for the amusement of the Blondies. Deciding that it would probably help Sevilen to overcome his reluctance to taste himself, and because he wanted to taste his Pet as well, Mingan slinked towards Sevilen. Once he was within touching distance, Mingan leaned in and swiped his tongue up Sevilen's chest, cleaning him of the evidence of his orgasm.

 

Sevilen sucked in a surprised breath at Mingan's actions. Never in a million years would Sevilen have thought that Mingan would do what he was doing. The feel of the Blondie's tongue on his skin was soft and wet and every now and again, the smooth metal of the stud that pierced his tongue would drag along his skin making Sevilen shiver. When Mingan licked his nipple, Sevilen gasped at the sensation. He was surprised to find that he liked the feel of Mingan's tongue against his nipple.

 

Pleasure warred with what he had been taught. It was okay if he found pleasure by his own hand even if another man was watching him do it; but it was wrong of him to enjoy the touch of another man. But it had felt so nice and Sevilen had been sadly lacking in things being done to him that felt nice. Just a little enjoyment wasn't wrong when he really had no say in what was done to him; was it?

 

Mingan liked the surprised, wide-eyed look his Pet was wearing. It was edging his arousal higher to know that he would be the first one to pleasure Sevilen. Mingan circled his Pet's wrist and drew his hand up between them. He held Sevilen's eyes as he sucked his Pet's index finger into his mouth and cleaned it off. Mingan continued to suck on his Pet's finger until he saw desire start to flare to life again in Sevilen's eyes. He released the finger and pushed his Pet's hand towards his mouth.

 

“Suck,” Mingan commanded softly.

 

Sevilen opened his mouth without thinking at the softly worded order and took a finger inside. He tasted something salty and slightly spicy but not unpleasant. He would have released his finger immediately if it hadn't been for the look of desire and satisfaction that flared in the violet eyes of his Blondie master. Sevilen felt an answering curl of arousal low in his belly and knew he was becoming erect again. A blush began to work its way up his throat again. Would he never stop blushing from the things Mingan said and did to him?

 

Mingan simply couldn't believe how erotic he found it to have Sevilen suck his own seed from his fingers. That he had to use a combination of command to his Pet and a demonstration of his own willingness to taste another's seed was something that had never happened before. It had proven to be a surprisingly erotic thing to do. Mingan glanced down and raised a brow at the erection coming to life. Apparently, the Trader hadn't lied about Sevilen's stamina either. Mingan reached out and enfolded Sevilen's cock in his hand. A soft sound halfway between pleasure and denial at Mingan's actions escaped his Pet.

 

“Touch me, Sevilen. I would have my release as well.”

 

Sevilen let his fingers fall from his mouth and looked at Mingan's cock. It seemed larger than he remembered from the night before. Early morning light bounced off the shiny metal ring through the tip, catching Sevilen's eye. He caught his lip between his teeth and reached out hesitantly. He ran a finger over the metal ring before running the tips of his fingers along the length of Mingan's erection. He jerked his hand back when Mingan hissed through his teeth. Mingan caught his hand and pulled it back to his cock and wrapped his Pet's fingers around himself.

 

“Stroke me like you would yourself,” Mingan said huskily as he started to fist Sevilen.

 

Sevilen did as Mingan directed him and soon lost himself to the dual pleasure of Mingan's touch on his erection and the hot, hard feel of Mingan in his hand. Every time that Sevilen's hand neared the head of Mingan's cock, it would bump into the ring and make Mingan grunt with pleasure. It felt good when Sevilen masturbated but to have another's hand on him was even better. To hear the sounds Mingan was making as Sevilen stroked him was unexpectedly arousing. Sevilen was caught by surprise when Mingan leaned forward and captured his lips in a forceful kiss.

 

Mingan teased the seam of his Pet's lips with his tongue until he was granted access. He touched his tongue to Sevilen's and was pleased when his Pet gave a soft sigh of capitulation. He teased Sevilen with shallow thrusts of his tongue, mimicking what he would do later. His Pet became bold enough to touch his tongue to the metal stud in Mingan's tongue and a surprised little murmur escaped his quiet Pet. Mingan was beginning to see the erotic challenge of making his quite Pet voice his pleasure.

 

The Blondie began to pump his Pet faster. His own need for release was crowding him after watching his Pet and he wanted to feel Sevilen pulse with release in his hand. Sevilen, responding to Mingan's increased pace, sped up his own hand on his master. His thumb grazed over the ring and pulled a groan from the big Blondie, so Sevilen repeated the action. A whispered `yes' was his reward for adding pleasure to the feelings Mingan was already experiencing. When Mingan's body stiffened and he tore his mouth from his Pet, Sevilen initially thought he had done something wrong. The deep groan that Mingan gave and the feel of his hot seed spurting through Sevilen's fingers told him he had done everything right and it spurred him to his second orgasm.

 

Sevilen panted as he slowly stroked Mingan softening cock. He idly flipped the ring back and forth with his thumb, curious to see how it affected his master, and was rewarded with Mingan shuddering and murmuring his approval. Sevilen's body felt warm and relaxed from the release of tension and he wanted to just lie down on the bed and let the feelings flow through him. It had been a long time since he could remember feeling this good. Sevilen knew feelings of guilt over bringing another man to orgasm would eventually come but he was willing to allow himself the small contentment until then.

 

“Taste me, Sevilen,” commanded Mingan.

 

Sevilen brought his fingers to his mouth and darted out his tongue. He had already tasted his own seed. How much worse would it be to taste Mingan's? He wasn't sure what he had expected to taste but he was a little surprised to find that Mingan tasted slightly different from him. He glanced into Mingan's eyes to find satisfaction shining there.

 

Mingan brought his own seed covered fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. He held Sevilen's eyes with his own while he did it. Sevilen was shocked to find satisfaction move through him at Mingan cleaning his seed from his fingers with such obvious enjoyment. When Mingan finished licking his fingers, he looked at his Pet and thought that it was going to be a very long, difficult day for him to keep his cock to himself.

 

“Lie on your belly and don't move unless I tell you to.”

 

Sevilen did as Mingan told him to and waited for what his Blondie master was going to do next. He started when he felt Mingan's hands on his ass and tensed. He felt something slick and warm trickle between his cheeks and squeezed them together. Mingan set the oil to one side and spread Sevilen's cheeks. He drew a finger through the oil and rubbed gently against his Pet's puckered opening. Mingan's patience was rewarded when he pushed against it and the tip of his finger slipped in. Sevilen gave a surprised little gasp and clenched down on the invading finger.

 

“Relax, Sevilen. I won't hurt you,” Mingan said as he gently pushed his finger further into his Pet.

 

It didn't hurt but it felt strange to have something entering him. When Mingan began to pull his finger back out, Sevilen thought that Mingan had changed his mind about what he was doing. When that finger was pushed back in and a slow rhythm of in and out started, Sevilen wasn't sure what to make of it. It felt strange and good at the same time. When Mingan removed his finger, Sevilen wanted to protest the stop of the lovely sensations until he felt a second finger enter him along with the first one. Pleasure began to crawl through Sevilen again.

 

“I knew you were going to be tight, but actually feeling how tight makes me glad I had this made years ago,” Mingan said as he reluctantly withdrew his fingers from the tight heat of his Pet.

 

Sevilen turned his head to look at Mingan. Wariness was back in his eyes but he remained on his belly as Mingan had ordered. He watched his master remove something from a drawer next to the bed and waited for Mingan to tell him what it was. When Mingan stayed silent, Sevilen frowned and asked what it was.

 

“I'm sure you've noticed that Jupiter was quite generous when she engineered Blondies. While quite a number of Blondies are aroused by causing pain to their partners or receiving it; it's not that big a factor for me. That isn't to say that I don't enjoy it. I do. I may decide to spank or whip your ass some night before entering you just because it arouses me to do so. Generally though, I want my partner to enjoy pairing with me. I want them to crave my cock in their ass. Because of that, I had this made so it would be less painful for my partner when I entered them the first few times.”

 

Mingan held up an object that was phallic in shape and style with straps attached to it. It was long and narrow and Sevilen couldn't see how it could help make having a cock, especially Mingan's, shoved up his ass less painful. Mingan saw the expression on his Pet's face and struggled to hold back a smile. He was enjoying teasing his Pet. He had the feeling that Sevilen was going to be shocked at what he was about to see.

 

Mingan held the device in his hand and pressed his thumb to the base twice. Sevilen watched with widening eyes as the object grew in size until it looked to be the same size as Mingan when he was fully erect. It had taken all of ten seconds to go from slightly thicker than one of Mingan's fingers to the girth of his cock. Sevilen swallowed hard and couldn't help the look of apprehension he gave Mingan.

 

“That is just to show you how big it gets, although that can be a fun setting to play with as well once you have a little more experience. It doesn't get as big as me. I do want my partner to still be tight on my cock. Different settings will slow the process from a few minutes to several hours. I'm going to set it for several hours to open you for me.”

 

Sevilen watched as Mingan adjusted something and the device shrank back down to its original size. Mingan picked up the oil again and coated the device. He spread Sevilen's cheeks apart with one hand and pressed the device into his Pet with the other. Sevilen sucked in his breath at the invasion. It didn't hurt but he felt the device travel further into his body than Mingan's fingers had. Sevilen wanted to squirm from the unaccustomed feel of something inside his ass. His muscles clenched and tried to force the device from his body.

 

“Now, Pet, you will thank me later for putting this inside you. You'll find it arousing after a while and by the time that it has done its job, you'll want to feel my cock in your ass,” Mingan said as he raised Sevilen's hips slightly and passed the straps under him.

 

Mingan buckled the straps in place and Sevilen felt him press on the spot where the straps connected together on his lower back. There was a faint clicking sound and Mingan hummed his approval. He pressed against the base of the device and Sevilen tensed, waiting for it to expand. When nothing happened, he risked a look back at his master.

 

“You'll barely feel it getting larger inside you. The straps are keyed to my thumb print and won't unlock until I press my thumb to the release so don't bother trying to remove it. Let's go eat. I seem to have worked up an appetite.”

 

Mingan stood and headed out of the room, nude. Sevilen lay where he was for several minutes before rolling to his back. It felt a little strange to have something inside him but not unpleasant. Sevilen wriggled his hips experimentally and was shocked to discover a little bolt of pleasure travel from his ass to his cock. He moved again and had the same thing happen. When he sat up to leave the bed, a strangled little moan left him. The device was pressing on something inside him that made pleasure wash through him.

 

Mingan appeared in the doorway and leaned against the frame with his arms crossed. He watched the surprise and pleasure move over his Pet's face. To feel his prostate stimulated for the first time was a joy Mingan had wanted to be responsible for. He could have done it when he fingered Sevilen for the first time, but a wicked impulse had made him resist the temptation so his Pet could experience the incessant press of the device instead. It was able to stimulate his Pet's prostate harder and for much longer than he would have been able to.

 

“Is something wrong, Pet?”

 

“No,” Sevilen said with a little moan.

 

“Are you sure?” Mingan asked, trying not to smile at his Pet's obvious pleasure.

 

“I'm fine. I just need to get use to it,” Sevilen replied as he grit his teeth and moved from the bed.

 

“Do you want to know why it feels so good?”

 

Sevilen shot him a surprised look that was mixed with arousal and dismay. Mingan could understand the surprise and arousal but he wasn't quite sure why Sevilen would be upset at what Mingan knew were pleasurable sensations.

 

“What's wrong, Sevilen? Why is the fact that you're feeling pleasure upsetting you?”

 

“It's wrong for men to be together and it's supposed to hurt. This doesn't hurt and I enjoyed what we did earlier. I shouldn't have enjoyed it. It's wrong.”

 

Mingan sighed. This was the one thing he appreciated about the Pet's bred for pleasure. They saw nothing wrong with pairing with a male. A good number of them even seemed to prefer it.

 

“Sevilen, are you hurting anyone by allowing yourself to feel pleasure from a man?”

 

Sevilen shook his head and looked down at the floor.

 

“Have I hurt you?”

 

Sevilen uttered a soft `no' and kept his gaze fixed on the floor.

 

“The ones who told you it was wrong are the same people who branded you aren't they? Wasn't that wrong of them?” Mingan waited for Sevilen to nod again before continuing. “Then isn't it possible that they were wrong about males pairing? I won't lie to you, Sevilen. Even with preparation, the first few times will probably hurt a little. But the hurt doesn't last long and the pleasure is more than worth the small pain.”

 

“Like you would know if the hurt doesn't last long,” Sevilen muttered.

 

Mingan tipped his Pet's chin up and looked into his eyes. “I sometimes like the feel of a hard cock in my ass. Who knows, you might get the chance to enter me one day if I feel so inclined.”

 

Sevilen's mouth had fallen open in a startled little `O'. To hear that Mingan sometimes wanted to feel another inside him was a shock. He had assumed the Mingan would always penetrate his partner. It had never occurred to Sevilen that any Blondie would allow themselves to be penetrated based on what he had been told at the Trading House. The idea that Mingan might want him to penetrate him was shockingly arousing.

 

“So why does it feel so good?” Sevilen asked, his curiosity finally getting the better of him.

 

“Males have a gland inside that is sensitive to pressure. You can stimulate this spot by putting something in your ass that will press against it. I could have given you this pleasure when I had my fingers inside you but I thought it would be more interesting for you to feel it like this your first time. When I penetrate you, the ring through my cock will rub on that spot and make the delight you'll feel even stronger.”

 

Sevilen wondered if it would feel like what he was currently experiencing or if it would feel different. He decided that asking Mingan was probably pointless since what felt very good to one person could only be mildly good to another. He followed Mingan to the kitchen and watched as his master took items out of the fridge. When it looked like Mingan was about to start making a meal for them, Sevilen offered to help.

 

“You can cook?”

 

“My mother taught me. She said it was important to know because one never knew when you'd have to do for yourself. She didn't buy into the idea that only women should know how to cook.”

 

“She sounds like a wise lady. Where is she? Did the villagers brand and sell her too?”

 

“I killed her,” Sevilen said softly as he busied himself cutting up vegetables.

 

Mingan started and swung his gaze to his Pet and the knife he was holding. Maybe the idea that Sevilen was a spy sent to kill him wasn't so far-fetched after all. Mingan had no worries that he could take his small Pet in a fight. But this information was unexpected to say the least and most certainly wasn't in the information that he had read from the Trading House when he first woke up that morning.

 

“And why did you do that, Pet?” Mingan asked cautiously as he moved behind his Pet and placed his hands on Sevilen's shoulders. If he needed to snap his Pet's neck, he was now in the perfect position to do it.

 

“I told the villagers that a wall of water was coming and if we didn't all leave, people would die. My mother said not to tell them because they wouldn't listen. She said we should just go to the mountains where we would be safe and let them deal with the water.”

 

“And when exactly did you kill her, Pet?”

 

“I didn't obey her. She knew what would happen if I said anything. When she found out what I had done, she refused to leave without me and the village elders had me locked in a cell. The water came as I said it would and took her along with half the villagers. It took me days to find her body. It was my fault she died. If I had listened to her, she would still be alive. I killed her.”

 

Mingan felt the tension drain from his body. Sevilen was no killer despite what he thought. Mingan understood the guilt that Sevilen felt. He felt guilty almost every day for not being able to save Cenon even though he knew that there wasn't anything he could have done. He removed the knife from his Pet's hand and turned Sevilen to face him. His Pet's eyes were suspiciously shiny but Mingan didn't comment on it.

 

“The villagers blamed you for the disaster didn't they? That's why they branded you isn't it? Why they sold you? You know it wasn't your fault,” Mingan asked as he stroked Sevilen's hair.

 

Sevilen was confused by Mingan's actions. Why should Mingan care about what happened to a Pet? It was completely opposite to what he had been told to expect from a Blondie. In the brief time that Sevilen had been with Mingan, he had been shown care and consideration he had never thought to receive again. Mingan could have just taken him with no care to how badly it would have hurt Sevilen. He could have beaten Sevilen to death for the tiniest glimmer of disobedience that he'd shown on several occasions. He could have simply exchanged him for another Pet after the very first time Sevilen had spoken to him so boldly. The simple kindness Mingan was showing combined with the talk of how he had killed his mother made a tear slip from Sevilen's eye and trail down his cheek. Sevilen was mortified that he had started to cry and pushed against Mingan to get him to let go.

 

Mingan wasn't sure what had prompted him touch Sevilen as he was. His little Pet seemed to bring out a gentle side of him that he had assumed dead and turned to dust with the death of Cenon. Mingan felt Sevilen push against him to be let go and the splash of a tear on his chest. He reluctantly let Sevilen go and said nothing when his Pet whirled back around. Sevilen grabbed up the knife again and attacked the vegetables with more force than was necessary.

 

Mingan left Sevilen alone to work out his private pain. His Pet was turning out to be even more interesting than he had first thought. There was a quiet strength to Sevilen that Mingan had to admire. Sevilen was carrying a heavy burden of guilt and holding up remarkably well considering all that he had been through. Even the fact that he had been sold as a Pet and was expected to pair with a male; something he had be taught was wrong, hadn't crushed him. That strength made him even more attractive to the big Blondie. Physical beauty could be found easily on Amoi. Inner strength was something that was sadly lacking yet his little Pet seemed to have it in spades. Mingan thought about all the ways Sevilen would probably complicate his nice, quiet, ordered life.

 

Mingan could hardly wait.