Page 88 of Iblis' Affliction
Nails, scraping oblique muscles, reached Slater’s chest. Talha smiled hearing a yelp of pain as he pinched his nipple. The sound so small and desperate, that Talha squeezed his eyes, then sank his teeth into Slater’s shoulder-blade so he could hear it again.
I’m so fucked…
Tongue, brushing over the reddening teeth print, slicked down, counting the raised welts, as his impatient hand sneaked toward Slater’s zipper. With a jerky movement, he pushed the button through the loop, then undid the fly. Kissing and biting a path down Slater’s flank, he stripped him of his jeans and underwear.
Sitting back, he took into the view, as his hands couldn’t stay away from the round globes of Slater’s ass.
The silverish hue of the cane scars stood out against his tanned skin. His balls tightened, and even if Talha couldn’t see his cock from this position, he didn’t miss a shimmering thread of precum stretching from under his belly to the floor.
Talha’s cock bobbed from the view. Slater placed his knees wider and pushed his ass up, presenting himself. His dusky pink hole twitched, betraying his anticipation, balls tight and round, as his whole body stilled, expecting something.
“Master…” Slater’s voice shook as he begged. With a smirk, Talha slapped his butt cheek, leaving a burning print behind, then spat on his hole. The sphincter twitched, eager to swallow the transparent liquid, and Talha pressed his thumb to the stretchy skin, smearing the spittle all over. Slater moaned, then shuddered, as Talha’s nail pressed to his opening, forcing its way in.
So fucking lewd.Talha had to clasp his cock and give it a light stroke as impatience quickened his blood.
Soft and compliant, Slater’s sphincter contorted around his digit. Talha spat again, and, using his thumb as a hook, opened Slater up. The drop of saliva skidded around his thumb and disappeared in the depth of Slater’s body.
“More…” Slater begged.
“So greedy, aren’t you?” Talha pulled back and licked his lips, bringing his armed hand to his knee. Slater’s hips bucked. His reddened hole contracted, begging to be fucked. Slave of his needs, Slater jerked his chin in an impatient gesture.
Talha’s eyes narrowed as his head cleared. No matter how he looked at it, this wasn’t the punishment he’d wanted to administer to Slater. If he kept going, things would never change. Slater would never learn, and one day another bloody feast would greet him in his home.
No, this can’t go on.An icy needle panged through Talha’s core, giving birth to an evil idea. Lifting the armed hand, he nudged Slater’s entrance with the muzzle.
Slater tensed. Talha reinforced the order, “STAY.”
Filling his mouth with saliva, he spat in the cleft. The liquid, dribbling down, pooled over the hole and around the barrel.
Pretty…Talha thought, nudging the creasy skin with the gun, smearing the moisture around. The puckered skin stretched under the pressure. Slater gasped as the barrel breached his passage, slowly sinking inside.
Talha’s mind obscured, as his eyes refused to blink. The black metal disappearing inside Slater’s body was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life.
PAIN STUNNEDSlater as the cruel metal kept forcing its way into his body. Cold and hard, it didn’t bring any pleasure but chilled his insides with embryonic fear. The front sight scratched the tender tissue of his passage, setting his insides on fire. He yelped, arched back, and his mouth froze in a silent cry.
“No, Master. Hurts,” he complained, but the evil hand slapped his ass.
“Stay still, or I might accidentally pull the trigger.” Amusement, too evident in Talha’s voice, made him glance over his shoulder. Fear, solidifying, crystallized his marrow and nearly eclipsed his arousal as a wicked glint in the depth of Talha’s eyes greeted him. “That’s actually, not a bad idea, huh? I can pull a trigger now, Slater. Finish this all.”
The hand worked its way down Slater’s body until the back of Talha’s fingers pressed against his taint.
Adrenaline syringing into Slater’s blood, sending his heart in a violent dash.
“How do you like the idea?” Talha’s voice, calm and cold, dried Slater’s eyes. “You’ll die in pure agony. The same agony you subjected your victims to, I assume.”
Did Master trick Slater? Will Slater die now?He imagined the bullet tearing through his guts, turning him into a bleeding, quivering mess of stinking flesh.Disgusting…
“It will be a very long, painful death, full of disgrace, and would last for hours.” Talha’s hand kept rhythmically fucking him, stirring the invisible spot that had always made him lose his mind. Despite the fear, his cock was painfully hard and every sense in his body rang with attention. “Shaking, bleeding through all the holes in your body. Should I make Camilla watch you die?”
Baring his teeth, Slater growled. His toes curled, ready to push himself upright, but the vicious gun slammed into his guts, making him claw the polished wood in maddening pain.
“Follow the fucking order, you disloyal dog. Keep still!”
“Master?” Eyes stinging, Slater rapidly blinked through the numbing ache that still roamed through his guts.
“That would be a very fitting death for a disloyal dog like you, don’t you agree?”
Master is scary…A small tremor took over his limbs as his mouth dried up. His eyes fixed on the scratches his nails had left on the polished wood. The thrust of the metal slowed down. Now, almost gentle and smooth, it caressed his insides. Bright colors sparked in his eyes, and a potent scent of arousal thickened the air. Every thrust echoed through his body with sweet heat, making his organs melt, then boil.
