Page 29 of Collared

My muscles clench when his digit slips inside, quickly followed by a second one. It creates a burning sting that turns into a blissful sensation when he starts working me open with long, agile strokes. When he nudges a digit against my prostate, I shudder on a wail, unable to keep myself quiet. When I catch a chortle from behind me, I realize that whoever removed my clothes, is still crouched behind me. It makes my body tingle with a sinful burn.

“You take my fingers so well, ange,” Maël mumbles, taking his time to pump me and loosen me up, relaxing my muscles in the process. When he finally, slowly removes his digits, he leaves me shivering and vulnerable, and so empty.

“Va-t’en,” he barks to whoever is still cowered behind me, throwing them a cool glare. Whoever it is leaves us on a whim, bringing a satisfied grin on Maël’s handsome face. Repositioning me so that he can slide his dick under my balls and glide it between my ass cheeks, he murmurs, “Now, I’m going to put my cock inside you, sweet Thurel. Let’s show our brothers that you belong to me. Ride me like my sweet pet, baby.”

He doesn’t wait for my answer. My thighs tremble when I feel the wet crown of his head nudge at my opened crack. “Are you ready?”

I nod against his pinched forehead, his piercing eyes watching my every movement as he guides himself inside me.

Somewhere someone strikes a gong, its sound precise, creating a dark timbre and a full, round sound. Around us, brothers start chanting, but I can’t make out the words. I can only focus on Maël, on the way his large, plump cockhead slides into my slick tunnel, causing once more that delicious friction that eases the ache and tightness swiftly with something so much more.

“Traditions,” I hear around me, the hypnotizing sounds of their gospel working into me like a drug, as it makes my head spin. Maël pulls me up and sheathes me entirely, filling me up and blanketing my quivering limbs with his warm body and heavy cloak, that he sprawls over my back, leaving my ass bare. Keeping our fucking visible for the whole world to see, just like the told me he would.

“Just your ass,” he growls, his voice thick with hunger. “That’s the only part I’ll share of you. Your plump, gorgeous ass, claimed by my dick.” Then he starts thrusting, desire slowly making my toes curl. Leaning forward, I grab hold of his shoulders and squeeze on a shudder. His reply is a growl, and a dig of his nails into my thighs as he starts pumping faster. “You’re doing so well,” he praises. “Keep on riding me, angel.”

“Oh, fuck,” I choke, as his thick arousal hits my p-spot with every steady roll of his hips, the sting of his nails in my flesh only causing a fire to grow more uncontrolled, crackling and and fuming as it licks in every corner of my body.

“That’s right.” Maël squeezes my cheeks even wider and I don’t miss the way his blue eyes flash behind me, accompanied by a smug smile. Then his attention is back on me, and he nips at my bottom lip before sucking it in. “They love the sight of my pet,” he grumbles against my lips. “They love to watch you.” He smacks a kiss on my mouth. “Now, get me off.” Another peck, followed by a flick of his tongue that has me shuddering with need. Maël digs in his nails a little deeper and I’m sure that he’s breaching the tissue. My eyes sting with tears, but my mouth opens and I let out a desperate moan as my own hips buck against his. He smiles. “Oh, Thurel… you and I are only getting started. I want to know everything about you, angel.” He moves his fingers to my sides and squeezes. Then, before I realize what’s happening, he is standing up with me clutched against him like a damn koala, his dick still buried deeply inside my ass. His lips skitter over my cheek, leaving warm puffs of air as they glide to my ear. “I want to know what makes you happy, Thurel, because I’ll give it to you. Every single thing you want.”

My mind stutters at those words, clearly still scrambling to keep up, because next thing I know, he lies me onto something flat, that looks terrifyingly much like an altar of some sort, the cool material smooth and pleasant as it presses firmly against my back and ass. It’s a strangely bracing sensation in combination with the soft material of Maël’s cloak, the dark velvet swung graciously around my chest and stomach, covering me for the brothers who are once more approaching. The back of my head hits the surface with a thud, and I choke out a moan when Maël hits my prostate in a set of ruthless thrusts that make my cock throb desperately. Pre-cum is flowing from my slit, sticking against the sinister garment. And my eyes…they look up at the stars through the glass dome. There are so many of them. There’s so much of everything. It’s blinding my sight and sharpening my senses. It’s making the entire background turn into a fog as my gaze tunes in on Maël, and Maël only. The way he claims me with endless punches of ecstasy. In my vision, there’s only him and me. But then, I know that’s an illusion. Because they’re here. Brothers. Gathered around us, watching with hungry gazes. Their chanting is soothing as it is harrowing.

Music. The gong has somehow found a way to communicate with the piano, picking up their own, mutual rhythm that blends in perfectly with the vocal values, repeated everytime again and again.

“Traditions.” I blink at the sky when Maël yanks away his cloak from my groin, and we both hiss when his long fingers crawl around my sensitive cock.

“Loyalty.” The piano starts playing another melody, one that I recognize all too well from all the times Mamie and I would sit together and drink a glass of wine.

Moonlight Sonata. The nostalgia of the melody sweeps me away, makes me feel like I’m floating.

Maël swipes the pre-cum from my slit and over my shaft, slicking up my desperate forlorn dick as he starts working it with firm, rapid strokes that match the rhythm of his thrusts. My lips part and I let out a cry, the sensations making my balls draw up.

“Respect.”

“I am going to come,” I let out, squinting my eyes as if letting every single impression out of my mind is going to stop this derailing train of pleasure. Maël leans in, his raven hair falling forward and decorating his square features. His forehead is glistening with sweat and his cheeks are flushed. His lips are even fuller like this, with his face bent forward as he reaches for me. Our mouths meet, his wet and delectable. I am so pent-up, I need to come so badly. With sloppy thrusts, his hand flies over my cock, his own rigid length swelling inside me.

“Come for me, ange,” Maël grunts. Every single sound dims at the sight of his face, at those words falling from his lips, at the sensation that rattles through my curling toes, my bucking knees, my heavy balls.

And then I come. Pressure escapes through my opened mouth as I howl, cock spilling in Maël’s hand at the same time as I feel him filling up my ass.

“Putain, ouiii,” he pants, his face contorted as if he is in agony, before he lets out a long, guttural sigh that takes away all the tension, and replaces it with satisfaction.

Some time later someone hands him a white cloth, and with his eyes still on me, he takes it and uses it to wipe off my cock and his hand. The chanting has stopped. When Maël gently cups the back of my head to lift me from the table, I catch them all staring at me.

“Welcome home, Thurel,” Elder Jacques booms. “Our newest brother. This might all seem unsettling for you as it is, but I promise you, things will soon become clearer. You’ll start appreciating the value of our brotherhood and what it means to your life.” He gestures to Maël, who has now curled a possessive hand around my waist. The cloak has been placed around my shoulders, leaving me relatively well clothed considering the circumstances. My ass stings a little from the intrusion, but aside from that, I’m feeling fucking amazing. Tired, yes, but my mind is rested, body glowing with praise.

I did it. I won the Wicked Chase. Something swells inside my chest, and I can’t help the beam to bloom on my face. Next to me, Maël squeezes my shoulders, a boyish grin on his face. Like this, he looks…like a normal guy. With glittering eyes. Who’s only wearing a pair of dark boxer briefs and tank top. Who looks sexy like the devil.

Licking my dry lips, I simply nod.

“I’ll let you two leave for tonight. Maël, you did well. You made your brothers proud. Thurel, we are looking forward to seeing you during our next gathering.”

I’m not sure what that entails, but right now, I’m quite happy to just be gone from this, sacred service, or whatever it is.

“Are you coming, angel?”

Maël has already taken a few steps forward, and he now turns over his shoulder and stretches out his hand. Impatient as he is, he crooks his fingers when I take too long to answer. “Viens.”

I do, relieved that we can get out of here. My ass is leaking from his release and honestly, this time my muscles are aching from the intrusion. Hoping that I don’t limp too much, I let him pull me tightly against his side, and like that, glued to each other, half naked, we leave the Atrium and the string of brothers. As we make our way out, a group of red cloaked women and men are lined up, patiently waiting to walk inside the large room.

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