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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
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Part 2

Altair scoffed at him as good as he could with the hand still around his throat. Where Malik fingers touched him they left a burning feeling and Altair couldn't say if it was disgust or arousal that made his skin tingle like that. Maybe he was only disgusted with himself he could still taste Malik on his tongue and he wasn't sure if he wanted more of it or if he'd rather turn around to go back into the restroom and throw up. Malik was a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it, that was for sure and Altair had learned that the first few seconds they had met. What makes him wondering though was that it started to work. He suddenly felt consumed with the desire to show Malik just how wrong he was and he almost would have dragged Malik with him into one of the private rooms to make him beg for his cock then just walk away leaving him there desperate and humiliated. For a moment he felt the thought of just going with Malik floating inside his head only to make him pay for everything he had done to him so far. Fuck he was confused.
“You wish”, he told him finally and could have slapped himself for how lame it sounded.
Slowly Malik released his throat and stepped back just looking at Altair and his eyes reminded him of an wild animal ready to attack. He closed his belt again and he gave him a smile, a bright one that showed his perfect teeth.
“You know when I watched you back there on your knees I knew you were born for this. You want to serve me.” Malik's voice sounded warm and lightly like he had no care in the world not anywhere near how dark and cold it had sounded before. Altair got the feeling that Malik was a man you didn't want to piss off – his mood swings were worse than those of a pregnant woman. He lifted his hands and rubbed his face before his eyes found the ceiling and his cheeks blew up before he slowly released the air again.
“Altair, I'm getting impatient here. I' going to tell you what'll happen. I will go back to the bar and finish my drink – you just don't waste a good whiskey. When you're done with your bitching you'll come to me and I'm going to give you more than 'just a good fuck'.”
And just like that Malik turned around and left him standing there and his foot already got in motion as he wanted to take a step forward to follow him but he could stop himself just in time. He wouldn't have followed Malik because – as he liked to put it – he wanted to serve him, no. He couldn't stand the feeling to be left behind.
If Malik thought he would run to him like a good little puppy he was wrong. The man had played him and he had fell for it – Altair couldn't understand why though. He shouldn't feel that angry and confused as he shouldn't feel that helpless. He was a grown man that just had come from a long-standing relationship which had ended the moment when he had come through to the door into his living room and witnessed Maria having sex with another man. Not just a man, no, her affair, Robert.
That had been three months ago.
The first weeks he had spent alone and in misery with more beer inside his fridge than food and he had pitied himself, crying and shouting for how dare Maria that she did this to him! After that the raw pain inside his heart had vanished where he got to the point of not feeling at all. It took another couple of weeks before he had enough and decided to start living again – and then just last week he heard one of his co-workers talking about this club and he had decided to visit it himself. For weeks he had felt absolutely insecure about himself, had asked himself of what he'd done wrong that Maria had sought the warmth of another man. He came to the club because he wanted to feel good about himself again.
Now – now he felt just as helpless as he had the first night without Maria next to him. And all of it because of one man: Malik. He didn't want to feel like that but he also didn't want to give Malik the satisfaction of coming back to him.
He pushed himself from the wall and walked to one of the many tables that were set in front of the stage. He picked one that stood the furthest from the stage and plopped down onto one o the chairs. His elbows hit the tabletop and he buried his face inside his crossed arms. Only a few seconds later he pushed himself up again.
“Fuck!” he cursed loudly certain that no one could hear him anyway. He starred at the small drink menu that stood in the middle of the table and knocked it to the side. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Altair closed his hands to fists and opened them slowly again. He repeated it a few times until he felt a little bit calmer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the waitress coming up to him, wearing nothing but a short black skirt, high boots and a black nippleless bra.
He shook his head at her. “No thank you”, he told her and she stopped to look at him before she shrugged with her shoulders and turned around again heading back to the bar.
Now what to do? Ranting wouldn't solve his problems and he suddenly asked himself why the hell this was a problem? He didn't owe Malik anything – he could go and leave grab a six-pack of beer at the gas-station next to his apartment turn on some good old fashioned girl-on-girl porn and let Malik think of him whatever he wanted.
And then he realized it. He didn't want Malik to think wrong about him. Somehow he didn't want to lose his pride to Malik. If he'd leave now then... This was something bigger. This was something more important than just sex. This was about him and about his life.
He took a deep breath before he pushed himself from the table. He pushed people to the side who stood in front of the bar to watch the stage as the female host announced another act. He saw Malik sitting at the very end taking the last sip of his whiskey starring straight ahead. He stopped just at an arm's length from him and he felt like he had run a marathon. His knees trembled. He opened his mouth as he wanted to say something but Malik got ahead of him.
“Alright”, he said without looking at Altair. “I hope you're ready for it.”

Malik took a small key out of his pocket to open the door which lay in front of them. Altair wet his lips and watched as Malik pushed it slowly open. He almost feared his heart would jump out of his chest as it was beating fast with anticipation.

Malik took a step to his side and pushed Altair into the dark room. He heard how Malik fumbled with something inside his pocket and before his eyes could adjust to the darkness something soft was put over his head that not only covered his eyes but his whole face. The texture felt smooth against his skin but it also smelled of leather. For a moment panic crawled up his spine like a spider before he felt Malik's breath next to his ear.

"Trust me", he whispered softly and guided him further inside.

The door fell shut and all of the sudden it was very quiet. Altair could no longer hear the music that was playing or the chattering of people; the only thing he could make out was his own erratic breathing. Fingers were pressing at his neck and the fabric that covered his face was pulled tightly as to fasten it.

"You don't need your eyes for what I'm about to show you", Malik told him and Altair heard how he walked around to stop in front of him.

"Let me introduce you to my rules," and Altair could hear the grin in his voice, "You will not speak until I tell you to. When you speak to me, you will show some respect and address me as 'Sir'. You will not move until I tell you otherwise. You will not cum until I give you permission. Understood so far?"

Altair rolled his jaw just to test how far he could still move it, and noticed that it was still possible for him to speak even though his mouth was covered.

"Yes", he told Malik with a muffled voice.

A punch hit him in the stomach and he stumbled backwards as the air was knocked out of his lungs and he bent over with both of his arms crossed at his abdomen to protect himself and to ease the pain.

"Yes?"

Altair grumbled. "Yes Sir."

"Good. There's more though. You will tell me when you can't take it anymore and when that's the case you're allowed to speak – always."

Altair noticed how Malik used the word 'when' and not 'if'. Fear settled into his stomach like a lump of ice, but he nodded anyway.

Malik gave him a couple of minutes to stand back up again and when Altair did, a hand lifted his chin and turned his head from side to side just as Malik would inspect an animal to guess its value.

"Since everything's said now we shall begin. Take off your shirt please."

Hesitantly Altair did as he was told and grabbed the hem of it. He prayed that Malik wouldn't notice how much his hands shook. He tossed the fabric to the side and shuddered as the cold air hit his skin.

He heard how Malik moved around the room before he made out the sound of something metalic rattling.

"I want to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them to me truthfully." Maliks voice sounded like coming from a small distance before he heard soft steps moving to his direction again.

Something fell to the ground next to Altair with a soft thud and his hands were grabbed and pulled behind his back.

"Have you ever done something like this before?" Malik whispered into his ear as he used rope to bind his arms behind his back. Malik started from his wrists before he looped it further around his arms until his elbows were pressed together and Altair's shoulders were stretched in an uncomfortable way as they were pulled behind him.

"No Sir", he told him for it was the truth. Malik should have known better as to ask him something like that.

His arms encircled Altair from behind and one of his hands was pressed against his hip while the other started to caress his stomach. Malik's whole body was flushed against his back and Altair realized that his own hands lay dangerously near the other man's crotch.

"I think you're lying."

The hand that caressed his stomach roamed over his chest until fingers found his left nipple and squeezed hard. Altair caught his breath as a small wave of pain spread through his body.

"Let's try this again. Have you ever done something like this before?" Malik still hold his nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Altair didn't understand and was confused for a moment. He wasn't lying which made him even more confused.

"N-No Sir", he said again and his voice sounded weak like he had just woken up as he grow more and more insecure within the minute.

Now the hand that had a hold of his hip started to move too and before he knew it Malik had pinched both of his nipples and increased the pressure to them. A moan escaped his lips and Altair leaned backwards and rested his head upon one of Malik's shoulders in an attempt to get away from those fingers.

"I want you to listen Altair, really listen. If you have to think before you answer one of my questions then do it. Use that little brain of yours and don't lie to me."

Altair opened his mouth to breath through the pain and it became already very hot and sticky behind the mask. He felt his hair stick to his forehead as a small drop of sweat rolled down his neck.

The longer he would wait with an answer the longer Malik wouldn't pull his hands away. And he tried to think, really tried to, but it was impossible to lie when you had told the truth all along.

Alright.

Okay.

First things first.

He recalled the evening. He came to the club headed for the bar, drank a beer, watched the people, Malik came, they talked, went to the restroom... he fast-forwarded the last events to the point where Malik had tied his hands behind his back.

No – he had never done something like this before. For a moment he wanted to laugh, remembering his mother who had always warned him to never go with a stranger. And as he had been a good kid, tonight he went against his mother's advice and hooked up with someone he had only met just moments ago - but there had also been Mari... oh - oh!

Altair nodded fiercely as if he really were just a little kid that finally figured out the problem, eager to tell everybody about what he just discovered.

"Yes! Yes!", he cried as Malik had added more pressure to his fingers the last few seconds, making it feel as if his chest was on fire.

"I've done this before, yes, but it had been years ago", and Altair breathed hard between the words hoping desperately that Malik would please, please just let go of him?

But if anything happened then that Malik started to pull and twist.

"Sir!" And Malik let go and Altair slumped forward in relief.

He could hear a dark chuckle behind him.

"And that was only my first question." Malik walked around him, his fingers brushing against the skin of his shoulders. "Come on, get up. Don't tell me it was that bad? Maybe I should strip you off your pants to see if your dick's still there or if it run away like the scarred little pussy you are."

Altair growled at him but he slowly lifted his body to an upstanding position again.

"You bastard", he spat at him angry for the insult and because he had whined like a little girl and all Malik had done so far was using his fingers on him.

A hand was suddenly between his legs grabbing his manhood and twisting hard. He bit on his lips to keep himself from crying out loud once more. All which escaped his throat was a strangled groan.

"That wasn't nice for you to say now was it?"

Altair guessed not as it felt like his dick and balls were hold by an pair of pincers and if Malik kept this up he was sure he wouldn't be able to have any children – though he didn't want to any way but, hell it hurt.

Malik leaned closer, his hand trapped between their bodies as he still wouldn't let go and his shoulder pressed against Altair as one of his elbows dug into his side. "But I like it that you still got a little fight in you – now", and he squeezed just a little harder and this time a high-pitched noise came from Altair, "their are rules. Otherwise this game wouldn't be much fun don't you think?" He laughed quietly and Altair tried to take one step back away from the hand, but Malik followed his movement.

"Tell me about it."

"What-?" Altair could feel sweat standing on his brows as his jaw clenched. It was getting harder and harder to focus on anything else than the pain that Malik's hand caused. His breath came short and he felt nausea rising up inside of him. He could already taste the sour flavor of bile in the back of his throat and, dear god, he didn't want to throw up. He groaned in pain. Twisting his upper body to pull away he ended up against a wall. He heard a thud next to his head, Malik's hand still on him, as the other man leaned close to his body, his breath crawling in hot waves over his exposed throat and chest.

"Tell me about it. When you have done this before."

His legs started to tremble and tears formed at the corner of his eyes. He couldn't take this any longer. What were Malik thinking who he was? This was insane, absolutely insane. If his arms weren't bound behind his back Altair would've slapped himself in the face for all his stupidity. It fucking hurt and if Malik wouldn't let go within the next few seconds then-

"Poor thing." And the pressure was gone.

Altair heard someone whimpering and soon realized it was him as he felt tears running over his cheeks, disappearing into the soft cotton of the mask he wore. His legs finally gave away and he slumped down the wall when Malik's arms caught him just in time, one of it pressed against his collarbone keeping him in place. "Now, now. Maybe I was wrong about you. It seems you don't have it after all."

There was a hand on his neck and suddenly there was light as the mask was ripped off his head. Altair blinked a couple of times before his eyesight could adjust. His breathing was erratic as he starred at Malik's face which was hovering in front of him. Malik stood close, really close and if he wanted he could lick over the other man's lips. He starred at him confused.

Malik suddenly let go of him and Altair could caught himself just in time before his legs would give away. He pressed his back against the wall to keep himself upright. Through half-closed eyes he watched as Malik turned around and walked a few steps away from him.

For the first time Altair had enough time to have a look at his surroundings. It was a dark room with a really nice black velvet carpet covering the floor. There was a cross at the wall on the other end. In the left corner stood a gynecological examination chair with chains and leather attached to it and he shuddered. In the middle of the room he could see a penalty bench covered in black leather and right next to it, in the right corner, his eyes caught sight of a small cage that wasn't nearly big enough for a grown man to stand in. Everywhere on the walls were different tools hanging. Nipple clamps, various whips, paddles, cock rings, canes, something that looked to be electronic, dildos and vibrators, equipment to perform enemas, blades, candles and speculums, pinwheels, penis pumps, strapons, chains and ropes and ropes and oh, did he mention ropes? And so much more Altair didn't know the name for. This looked like a torture chamber. He felt a lump forming inside his throat and swallowed hard.

"What- what do you mean?", he finally asked as he found his voice again. His eyes burned into the back of Malik.

The other man turned around, one of his hands resting on his hip and he leaned his head to one side. He somehow looked a little disappointed. "I'll untie you. You can go then. You clearly can't take what I can give you."

He swallowed hard as the nausea slowly faded. His dick and balls still hurt though. He pushed himself from the wall stumbling a few steps forward. "What?", Altair asked dumbfounded.

Malik sighed.

"It's my fault though. Come here and I untie your arms." He tapped his foot and gestured to the ground in front of him.

Altair couldn't believe those words. No, this wasn't right. Any of it just wasn't. That arrogant little bastard. Altair wasn't just some toy you get bored with, that you could just trow to the side and forget you ever had it. Wasn't it Malik who was so eager to get into his pants, who had whispered all those dirty things to him? This couldn't be over now. After all they had just started. What, did he think he couldn't take him? He wasn't weak and Altair scoffed.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Every second now the pain faded slowly and soon it became just a small memory at the back of his head. Instead it seemed as Altair's fighting spirit slowly started to come to live.

"You heard me. It's not time for you yet."

Altair slowly went forwards until he stood in front of Malik. He got to his knees until his head was at the same level as Malik's crotch. "You can't break me", he hissed between clenched teeth as he looked up at him.

"There are tracks of tears on your face", Malik whispered and his voice sounded cruel.

"Isn't it what you wanted?", he challenged him. He could smell the alcohol on Malik's breath as the other man looked down on him. Altair didn't want this to be over. Not like this. Not with Malik thinking that he was a poor little bitch that couldn't take the pain. He watched as the man lifted one of his arms and fingers wrapped around his throat pushing his head upwards to meet Malik's gaze.

"I like it though. That you think you're able to fight back. But you're not, Altair. I own you. Just seconds ago you couldn't stand the pain and now you here kneeling at my feet."

And Altair finally saw the trap. Malik had him right where he wanted him to be. Fuck it, he had played him all along and Altair had let him.

"You could have just said 'Stop' and I would have. But you chose to keep silent. Why?"

Altair swallowed thickly but it was difficult with Malik's hand around his throat. He didn't say anything because he knew Malik already had the answer to it. Him and his fucking pride... it was what got him into this position the first time.

"Get up", he were told and Malik let go of him. He followed the order without any fight. As soon as he stood Malik's hand were opening his jeans. He yanked at his waistband to pull them down before knelt on the floor to open his shoes. "Get out of them."

Altair just did. He moved his legs until his shoes and pants came free of him and he stood naked in front of the other man. He didn't feel like it though. Not even vulnerable. There was no shame, no uncomfortable feelings. His anger and pride were too big to let him feel anything else. He starred Malik in the eyes. "Now what?", he asked him and his voice was husky.

Malik grabbed his cock and Altair was surprised at the sudden movement but didn't show any of it. As he begun to slowly stroke him, Altair was reminded of the pain. He clenched his teeth as he fought to not show any of his discomfort. But what Malik did felt good despite the pain and he could only watch as he were stroked into hardness. Soon his breathing was short and flat and he moaned softly.

"Feels good?", Malik teased and grinned at him. "Here is what we do. I'll change tactics Altair. And I still want you to tell me what it was like back then. You do remember, right? And please, don't forget your manners. I don't want to punish you so soon again."

Altair had to close his eyes against the bliss he felt and kept wondering how this night would end.
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