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The towel slapped against the concrete. Seth’s gaze searched the shelves for a substitute. “A fire blanket then?”
“No. It’s fine how you do it.”
Relief washed over him. His wrist flicked, and the flogger connected with Ignaz’s chest. Like a living being, the fire licked the mottled skin the way Seth wanted to lick it. He was jealous and happy at the same time, as he could at least touch the places the fire caressed, soothe them with his cool breath, and learn the textures with his fingertips.
His head swam, the air dried his lungs as the flames surrounding them diminished. He repeated the process over and over, working on different parts of Ignaz’s body, and for the first time since they met, Ignaz looked only at him.
When another strike set the skin above the pubis on fire, Seth’s knees hit the floor. He dropped the flogger and ran both palms over Ignaz’s stomach, killing the flames. Mind blurring, he pressed his lips to the skin that smelled like alcohol, sweat, and fire. Ignaz’s hips bucked, he moaned, and a weak request broke out of his throat.
“Touch me…” Seth looked at the glowing face, seeing nothing but heat behind Ignaz’s dilated pupils. The red lips parted, he arched back. His length, filled with blood, brushed against Seth’s cheek. “Please, touch me.”
Seth licked his lips, opened his mouth, and a slick head brushed over his tongue. Ignaz shuddered, whimpered, and thrust forward. His body convulsed, head tossing from side to side.
Under Seth’s grip, the skin on the bony hips whitened. His tongue ran down the shaft, caressing thick veins. His vision pulsed, heart sped up, and everything stopped existing. In this world, there was nothing more important for him than this boy’s pleasure.
The cockhead slipped down his tongue. He swallowed around the thickness, and the most wonderful moan washed him in pride. Kneeling before Ignaz felt so right. His gaze linked with the hazy eyes, and he sucked harder. The sweet taste filled his mouth. Ignaz’s turned his head to the side, teeth tormenting his lower lip. He moaned again, notes of desperation in the tiny sound.
Driven by the urge to feel more, Seth pulled back. Lips jumping to the hips, he lavished kisses on every inch of pink skin. His tongue lapped over the balls, then dragged along the length before Seth, once again, closed his lips around the red crown.
Ignaz pulsed on his tongue, spilling more sweetness. The cockhead hit the back of his throat and remained there, causing a surge of sour saliva to flood Seth’s mouth. The air became so potent, Seth thought that he could cut the desperation hanging in it with a knife. Loud, prolonged moans thrashed against the walls, empowered, multiplied. They assaulted Seth’s ears, washing his chest in satisfaction.
The boy shuddered and folded forward, hanging on the wooden shackles. A throaty groan tore from his chest, and a sticky, bitter jet hit Seth’s throat. After sucking the softening length dry, he pulled off, lips stretching in a tender smile. “You are beautiful.”
Heavy silence drowned the basement. A drop of water hit Seth’s forehead; he looked up.
Ignaz’s mouth spilled moisture, eyes leaked, and an ugly grimace of sorrow twisted his face. The bliss of euphoria drained from Seth. Ignaz wept.
Seth’s throat closed. His chest spasmed when a cry full of pain slashed the silence. With numb fingers, he undid the belts around Ignaz’s ankles.
The bony knees shifted, closed, as if Ignaz tried to hide from his gaze.
Trying to ignore it, Seth got to his feet and lifted the latch on the pillory, freeing Ignaz’s wrists, then reached to his cheek. An angry slap deflected his hand.
“Don’t touch me.”
Not understanding the sudden change, Seth stared at his hand. The skin at the back of his palm reddened with the impact. Ignaz moved, trying to pass him on his way, stumbled, and Seth instinctively wrapped his arm around his waist to stop him from falling.
“Never touch me again. How dare you? I told you not to touch me! Never!” the boy yelled, and his fist crashed against Seth’s mouth.
Seth’s head whacked to the side, ears ringing. He blinked, then again, waiting for the image before his eyes to settle, then pressed his palm to his mouth. When he tore it away, red glinted on his finger pads. And with the taste of blood, the pain of rejection kicked his chest, leaving him breathless.
His hands balled up. Ignaz’ stumbled away, eyes brimming with fear as if he expected to be hit.
Seth frowned as his gaze settled on the dying light of the nearly burned-through solid fuel. The habitual disappointment lay heavy and dark in his gut.I guess I misunderstood...
He turned on his heel and fled the basement.
Ignaz’s soft cries followed him then something heavy hit the floor. He didn’t turn around, needing fresh air, as breathing in his own home became impossible.
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“Fuck my life,I thought he’d fry this chicken alive,” Diego exclaimed as he looked up from the screen. “But I have to admit it looks hot. Hard to believe it doesn’t hurt.”
Gustavo didn’t reply. Lounging on a couch, he twirled the piece of red glass in his hand, watching the ashes spark under the first rays of the awakening sun. Pink and yellow hatched the sky, coloring fluffy white clouds.
“Are you sulking because he sucked his cock and not yours, or you’re upset someone hit your toy? For a second, I thought Mayr would kill him on the spot.” Diego grinned, stirred the mouse, and rapid clicking reached Gustavo’s ears. “By the way, where is he? I can’t find him.”
“He left.”
