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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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He
couldn't help himself but to shudder against those words –
somehow they warmed him from his insides and was it... was it... He
couldn't name the emotions he felt right now, only that he actual
felt good.
Despite
the pain Altair did
feel good. His breathing was heavily and he thought his arms would
snap any moment now from the awkward angle they were hold, but right
now he couldn't care less. Malik seemed to be proud and it pleased
Altair to no end. He suddenly realized he would do everything to hear
his gentle voice again, everything to please the other man.

It
suddenly wasn't about him showing Malik how much he could take
anymore. The knowing that Malik could and would break him if he chose
to do so sunk into his mind, slowly running through his thoughts like
a small creek.

“Hold
your arms. I'm tired to do your work.” His voice cold and firm
again and Altair flinched. When Malik's fingers left his elbow he
hold them up himself and heard how Malik straightened again. He
walked around Altair's kneeling body until he stood behind him.

His muscles were trembling from
the effort. If he would have the strength he would have laughed. He
would have laughed at his own stupidity. Did he really believe he
would have a chance against the other man right from the beginning?
He knew that it wasn't done yet, that he still didn't understand
completely. So far Malik had showed Altair something about himself he
hadn't known existed yet – he was eager to find out what else
was there for him to discover.

The whip came down again, hitting
his buttocks and a small part of his back. This time Altair didn't
cry out as he knew what to expect and how it would feel. The pain
wasn't as sharp as delivered by Malik's hand but it hurt him all
over, the whip not just meeting a small part of his skin but almost
all of it. He grunted into the carpet, his hands turning into fists.

He heard the leather-strips
cracking through the air as Malik brought his hand back up. He
expected another blow, squeezing his eyes shut tightly but it didn't
came. Instead the whip brushed gently over his skin once more,
leaving a tingling sensation where it touched him.

The leather was withdrawn and for
a long moment nothing happened. All Altair could hear was his own
laboured breathing and he wished that Malik would just get on with
it. It was easier to endure the treatment if the hits were fast, the
sensation would mix into a blur of hot white pain but now... Now he
had time to feel each single strike and it was so much worse as it
forced him to focus on the feeling on his back and behind. It would
take a while for the pain to ease but never to fade completely. After
a while the burning sensation just started to turn into something
dull but it never really vanished.

He heard Malik moving and since
he couldn't turn his head to see what was going on Altair knew that
his hearing was his only sense he could trust right now. Again he was
hit. This time it were his thighs and fuck, his knees almost gave out
from underneath him. He bit into his lips, the blow itself strong and
leaving nothing but hot agony behind.

“F-fuck!”, he cried.
That was low! That was really mean and he wondered for a moment what
had stopped him from turning around to just kick Malik into the nuts.

And then, then the whip came down
again, over and over and Altair didn't have the time to recover
through the hits. They came too fast and without mercy and before he
knew it he was crying out, his voice soon horse and his arms fell
down to protect his back and with spread fingers tried to do the same
with his backside. Malik kicked them away, covering his lower back,
buttocks and thighs with strong blows without giving him time to take
a breath in between each hit.

Before he was close begging for
mercy, Malik stopped and it left Altair lying breathless onto the
floor. At first he hadn't had the energy do to anything, his main
goal to focus on his breathing to make it out of this with some
dignity at least. But then he started to smile, a low smile which
soon turned into a grin. With his cheek pressed against the carpet
Altair was grinning like a fool as he felt utterly happy –
happy it was over, somehow pleased that he made it through Malik's
punishment without asking him to stop even though his whole body felt
now as if it stood on fire.

He was tired and drained of his
energy, not able to move even if he wanted to. His mind didn't
register what Malik was doing right now, and he didn't hear the sound
of plastic being squeezed.

Out of the sudden something cold
hit his buttocks and it run down his thighs and over his entrance.
Malik was standing over his body again, his legs framing his waist
and smearing the liquid over his heated skin and it felt so, so good.
It eased a bit of the pain and Altair smiled lazily, sighing in
relief. He was relaxed now, the pain still there but turning into
something bearable. Before he could loose himself in the feel of
bliss, a finger danced over his hole and soon entered.

His eyes snapped open and he went
tense again.

“Ssh...”,
Malik soothed him and buried his finger further into Altair's body.

God
– it felt weird!
It felt as if he had to take a shit and it wasn't at all pleasant. It
didn't hurt it just made him feel so uncomfortable that he tried to
crawl away but Malik simply hold him with his legs where he were.

“Stop
acting so pathetically”, Malik murmured, moving his finger
deeper still and giving Altair a hard slap onto his right cheek which
earned him a yelp. His digit was buried completely within the other
man now and he slowly started to move it back and worth before he
decided Altair could take another one.

Altair
didn't really feel the second finger moving in. All he could focus on
was the sensation that something was inside of him that didn't belong
there. It felt wrong and not at all good – at least it wasn't
painful but when Malik started to thrust his fingers into him he
thought he couldn't take it. He actually whimpered, moving his hips
towards the ground until he lay flat against the carpet. But Malik
was still there, his fingers still moving. The tight ring of muscles
became loose and the feeling itself changed. It was still weird,
still uncomfortable and Altair wanted to tell him to stop. No, he
couldn't do this and no, he didn't like it and you fucker,
just fucking stop!

But
then something happened. Malik had changed the angle of his hand,
causing his fingers to slip deeper still and then... then they hit
something and Altair could tell how the other man curled his fingers
upwards. He hold his breath, his whole body going tense as he didn't
dare to move. He could make out Malik's chuckle but didn't care right
now. The man had managed to touch something inside of him and –
could he please do it again?

As
Malik had said, he was a sadistic bastard but not cruel. Without
hearing Altair's silent plea he moved his fingers again and he could
see how Altair's body twitched underneath him. He grinned darkly,
doing the same movement again.

A
small, very quiet moan escaped Altair's lips. This actually felt...
good. He could tell that Malik was rubbing his fingers over something
inside of him and it made it difficult for Altair to describe how it
felt – just that the uncomfortable sensation slowly faded and
it almost was like a small tickle. This wasn't so bad... it was
actually really good. Surprisingly good especially since there was no
pain at all.

“Such
beautiful reactions you're giving me”, Malik whispered
hoarsely, drawing his fingers back until they almost left his hole
and pushed them all the way in again. Altair moaned, this time louder
and he pressed his hips back and into Malik's hand. “Enjoying
yourself?”, the other man teased and Altair didn't care. He let
himself fall, relaxing deeply as his whole body was swamped by this
new feeling.

Malik's
movements soon became rougher, more demanding, his thrusts more
erratic and less gentle. He curled his fingers upwards, the tips
brushing wildly over Altair's hidden spot, stimulating his prostate
in such a wonderful way. This – this was something he had never
felt before. The touch itself so different from sex, so different
from when he lay hand on himself.

“Ngh...
hah, please...”, he whispered without knowing what he was
asking for – all he knew, all he could care for that he didn't
want this to stop. Not now, not never. Malik hit him again with his
flat palm right onto the inner side of his thigh and Altair squirmed,
pressing more into the man's touches. The pain caused by Malik was
incidental, something he couldn't really focus on while he
experienced something that wonderful. “Please...”, he
begged again and another blow hit him, this time right on his
buttocks. It drove him wild, almost mad and his hips bucked off the
ground as Malik's fingers drove him higher and higher. He was very
aware of the fact that he was incredibly hard, his dick pressing into
the carpet underneath his body and Altair moved his hips without
shame, rubbing himself to seek more of that blissful friction.

Malik
stopped without giving him a warning, pulling his fingers free and
getting slowly up. Altair groaned and it sounded more like a low
whine. He didn't want this to stop! Why the hell did he stop?

Malik
nudged his leg with his foot. “Kneel”, he told him again
and Altair saw from the corner of his eyes how he picked up the dildo
again. He swallowed thickly, guessing what was about to come. He felt
nervous but not uncomfortable. Somehow he was very eager to feel that
foreign object inside of him. With trembling legs he did as he were
told and it took some effort for him to push himself off the ground
to get into a kneeling position. In the end he managed it, his gaze
locked onto Malik's face. Altair's cheeks were red, his chest and the
tips of his ears covered in a deep blush.

The
man stood in front of him, the sex toy in his hands and he grinned
smugly down on Altair. “You will come to realize that I am a
man of my word. I hope I didn't disappoint you so far?” He
crouched down in front of him and took Altair's chin between his
fingers, his face only inches away from his own. His gaze was so
intense that Altair felt the need to flinch as he couldn't stand it –
it was as if Malik could right see into his very own soul. There
wasn't anything he could hide from.

“I
said I would tie you up and here you are, kneeling to my feet with
your arms behind your back. I told you I would make you cry and I
did. I told you I would make you beg and you did. There's only one
thing left of my promises to you... maybe two.”

He
didn't know why but maybe it didn't really matter. He nodded his head
slowly and he somehow knew that his body had long given into what
Malik could offer him while his mind still tried to fight it. He
never would have thought that it would be that... exhausting to admit
his own desires. He had thought the hardest part would be the pain
Malik could make him feel but never, never
would he had thought that it would be a lot harder to fight his own
demons.

Malik
grinned again. “Just as I thought. Just as the good, little
slut you are.”

He
shuddered again and it felt humiliating to hear those words but at
the same time they made his cock twitch.

“Now,
all what's missing to make you perfect is that collar and the leash.
But I don't collar just everybody Altair. I only collar those who
have earned it. Are you worthy enough for me to take you as my pet?”

He
blinked a couple of times, not really knowing what the other man
meant. Malik saw the confusion within his expression and stroke his
cheek again, his thumb brushing over his bottom lip. “I want to
make you an offer, Altair...” The way how the syllables rolled
from Malik's tongue made him moan again and he had to close his eyes
for a brief second as he thought he could cum any moment now.

“I
think you're extraordinary. There's so much potential in you and it
only waits for someone to set it free. I can do this. I can give you
this. The only question is if you're willing to accept this about
yourself. I can show you so much, I can give you a new life. But in
return I want you to hand yourself over to me. I don't mean just for
tonight.” Malik leaned closer, his lips touching his ear as he
spoke next: “I can be your master.”

He
starred straight ahead of him for a long time. Altair had heard about
people living BDSM 24/7 – it was huge and no, he didn't want
that. He didn't want to become somebody's sex slave and even though
he enjoyed himself right now, this was not
what
he had in mind. He swallowed thickly and leaned his temple against
the side of Malik's head. “I can't do that”, he
whispered, his voice hoarse and sounding so foreign to his own ears.

Malik
rose one hand and rubbed it up and down his bound arms. It felt nice,
almost soothing and he realized now how much he craved for the man's
gentle touches as much as he did for the power he held over him. “Are
you afraid?”, Malik asked, his words soft and they hold a
mesmerizing effect to Altair, the man's voice his only connection to
a sane mind. “I want to meet you again and you don't have to
decide right away.” Malik got up and Altair fell a bit forward
since he couldn't lean against anything anymore. His eyes followed
Malik and he watched how the man pulled down the zipper of his pants.

With
a predatory smile he starred down on Altair while he palmed himself
through his pants. When Altair licked his lips he actually laughed.
“Are you that eager for my cock?”, he asked him and
Altair snapped out of it.

“You
said you would fuck”, he told him and yes, the anticipation was
killing him now.

Malik
chuckled. “Those were my words.” He walked around his
bound frame and placed the dildo once more between Altair's leg,
kneeling next to him to hold the toy steady between his fingers. “All
in good time my dear”, he told him hoarsely and one hand pushed
against Altair's lower back, gesturing for him to move downwards. “I
will help you at first but then you have to do it on your own. Can
you manage that?”, Malik asked him.

Altair
nodded, swallowing heavily again while his breath hitched and his
heart skipped a beat. He shifted his legs further apart, trying to
see behind himself but it was no use. His movements were almost
painfully slow as he felt nervous as fuck. Seconds turned into
minutes before he finally could feel the tip of the cool dildo
touching his skin. He heard Malik shifting, his fingers curling
around Altair's waist to guide him. The first inch wasn't so bad and
moved in rather smoothly. Altair straightened his back, legs parting
wider still as he eased himself down onto the foreign object.

The
feeling wasn't as weird as it was before. He know knew what to expect
and it made the experience all the more better. He felt his muscles
stretched and he took a deep breath through his nose – but the
more he got down, the wider the toy got and the harder it became for
him to lower himself onto the dildo. Suddenly he doubted he could
take it.

“Relax”,
Malik murmured and it amazed Altair how the man was able to switch so
fast between being sadistic and caring. “Make me proud boy, I
know you can do it.”

Simple
words. Words which wouldn't hold much meaning for anybody else. Maybe
Malik wasn't really aware of what he was saying but it hit Altair
like a fist to his guts, knocking all the air out of his lungs.
Goosebumps spread over his arms and back, making him trembling from
the sheer force of them. He slowly licked over his lips. Yes,
he wanted to make him proud, wanted to show him that all of this
wasn't a waste of time. He wanted to please Malik and hell, if he
believed in him Altair could do so as well.

He
pushed all the way down and his movements were ever so slowly, until
all of the plug was inside of him and the tight ring of muscles
closed around the slim end of it so it wouldn't escape him should he
move or even walk.

“Good”,
he could almost hear the smile within Malik's voice. Without a
warning he slapped Altair hard on his behind and he hissed with the
pain. “Get up so you stand on your knees.”

He
did although his movements were carefully. The motion caused the tip
of the toy to press against his prostate and a shudder went through
his body. Altair looked down and he saw how his arousal was dark and
leaking pre-cum, his balls tight with the need to cum.

With
skillful fingers Malik opened the rope which hold his arms. “Left
or right?”, Malik asked and tapped against his hands.

“Right
Sir”, he answered him, licking his lips as he felt nervous for
he didn't know what the man was up to. Malik pulled the rope free
from his body and his arms fell down his sides. It hurt as his
muscles were stiff and Altair groaned in pain. Before he had time to
think any further, Malik looped the same rope around his throat and
let the loose end fall down his chest. He walked around Altair and
grabbed his left arm, tying his wrist against his chest. He realized
that it wasn't tight enough to hold the weight of his arm and he had
to hold the limb up himself or otherwise he would choke himself since
the rope was also connected to his throat.

Malik
pushed his head down against the ground so his ass stuck up high in
the air once again.

He
stood next to Altair's side and didn't give him any further
instructions. Altair waited for him to tell him what he should do. He
anxiously peered up at him with his cheek pressed against the carpet.

Malik
sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes. He sat his gaze back onto
Altair and it was so intense that he thought he might burn through
it. “Entertain me”, he was told and suddenly knew.

His
free hand slowly turned to his entrance and he could feel the end of
the plug. Altair's fingers slowly wrapped around it and he had to
shift his weight a little to get into a more comfortable position. He
slowly pulled against the dildo and dragged it almost all the way out
before he pushed it slowly in again. He didn't find the right angle
at first and had to change it a few times, but then he hit his
prostate and his whole body shuddered in bliss.

He
moaned shamelessly against the ground and his eyes closed on their
own as he slowly started to pull out the toy and push it back in,
fucking himself with it right in front of Malik's eyes. The whole
situation felt far more intimate than sex ever would. He lay bare and
naked in front of the other man, showing him everything he could
offer. Soon the movements of his hand became stronger as he had
adjusted to the feeling of it, trying desperately to hit his hidden
spot again and again. His moans became louder and the room was filled
with Altair's panting and the wet sound of the dildo moving out and
into him over and over again.

“Slut”,
Malik smirked and when Altair opened his eyes to look at his master
he saw how his gaze had darkened, his face flushed and lips slightly
parted as he had pulled out his member and lazily stroke himself.
“Just like that boy.”

Altair
groaned and the sound came deep from the back of his throat, needy
and showing all of the lust he felt right now. His hand moved faster
now, more urgent as he already felt close to his own climax. He
gasped and rolled his hips back and into his hand, soon turning into
a picture of misery caused by want and need.

Malik
nudged his foot as he slowly walked to Altair's side to get a better
view. “Don't you dare to cum”, he warned him darkly as
the motions of his hand sped up as well.

At
those words Altair slowed down as he knew if he wouldn't it would
only take him a minute or two to find his release. But it was the
wrong choice as Malik picked up the whip with one hand and brought it
over his bare back. “Don't slow down”, he told him icily
and Altair yelped when the leather hit him on his tired muscles.

He
sped up his pace and fuck, it felt good.
His cheeks where burning and it was humiliating to lay in such an
exposed pose in front of the other man but at the same time he wanted
Malik to see.
He
was close now, really close and his balls drew tight against his body
and it was as if he would shrunk back into himself, the edges of his
vision blurring as a firm knot started to form in his lower stomach.

He
could hear Malik's own moans mixing with his and shit, shit,
shit, shit...!

Altair
moaned deeply, his voice hoarse with a muffled cry escaping his lips
as his dick twitched and the evidence of his climax pooled between
his legs onto the carpet.

Within
an instant Malik's hand was at his ass, pulling the plug violently
out of him. One hand grabbed his hair and pulled him painfully
upwards.

“...
the fuck
did
I tell you?”, he growled near his ear and Altair was still
confused and too overwhelmed from his orgasm. A goofy grin spread
over his face and he knew he better shouldn't do that as it would
piss off Malik even more. But his whole body felt so relaxed right
now and his mind at ease... for a moment the world was alright,
everything was alright and it didn't matter what Malik would do to
him if only he could linger a bit longer into that mind-numbing state
of peace.

The
man grabbed the rope around his neck, pulling him up onto his shaking
legs. “You shouldn't have done that”, he hissed into his
ear and slowly reality came back to Altair and anxiety crawled up his
spine. His legs were trembling and he couldn't tell if it was because
he had spent such a long time on his knees or if it was because of
fear.

A
fist closed around his balls and since his orgasm was only seconds
ago all of it was so very sensitive right now that it even hurt more.
Altair yelped and tried to get away, but Malik hold him in a firm
grip.

“Oh
you shouldn't have done.”

His
voice was dark and icy, causing Altair to shiver. A lump of ice
settled into his stomach and he gulped. His gaze slowly shifted upon
Malik's face and all he could see was hot fury. To make things worse,
Malik's lips pulled into a tight grin. It was the most terrifying
sight Altair had ever seen.

Malik
pulled Altair with him to the trunk and opened it with one hand as
the fingers of his other one were still curled around the rope on his
neck, making it difficult for him to breath.

“I'm
sorry Sir”, he tried, his voice trembling, but it sounded more
like a question.

“Shut
the fuck up”, Malik growled and came up again with a gag
between his fingers. Altair's eyes widened but he didn't have a
chance to fight as the man quickly forced the ball between his lips
and fastened the gag at the back of his head. The next item he pulled
out of the trunk was a mask, similar to the one he was wearing
earlier. This one would cover his face completely which would it make
impossible for him to see. Just as quickly Malik pulled it over his
face, leaving him without his voice or ability to see.

“You
will pay for this dearly my boy.”

It
was the last thing he heard as something which he could only assume
was a hearing protection was put over his ears.

Without
his voice, without his eyes and without his ears he was at Malik's
complete mercy.

It
didn't need a cell or handcuffs to imprison Altair.

He
soon realized the worst cage was his own mind.
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