Sex in C Major
Chapter 77

"It's noisy."

"I did warn you."

His master's voice was distant and bored.

"You can always gag it again."

"No. I like them to scream. Nobody to hear them, after all."

That crushing grip moved to his breasts. Stefan yelled and thrashed, then stilled with a choked cry as one nipple was brutally twisted, and caught between teeth. Crushed. Rolled. The pain was blinding, and he gasped for air. It hurt. Oh God, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt-

Blood. He could feel blood. Being smeared around his breast. Hot and wet and vile...

"Just like that."

Stefan cried as the other breast was squeezed and scratched. Nails scored at the skin. They scraped lower over his ribs, then his dick was gripped until his vision went white.

"Problem is..."

The stranger's voice was very far away. He released Stefan's cock, and scraped his fingers roughly against Stefan's cunt.

"Problem is, you enjoy this."

Stefan was wet. Pulsing with heat. He sobbed as the stranger's fingers punctured him, hard and cold, and dragged him dry. Pulled his lips away as his own arousal was smeared over them. Smelled his own sex, and felt his cunt ache in reply.

He did.

He wanted-God help him-he wanted it. He wanted that immense cock to-to-

"You want this, don't you?"

Stefan whimpered as the hand, slick from his own body, began to smear the heat and wetness over his cock. Began to massage. Probing his flesh and jerking at his shaft as it swelled. Stefan found himself trying to push forward, sliding his feet up the wall, trying to thrust.

"Tell me what you want."

"I-I-"

"Tell me."

"Master, please!"

"Master's not asking."

"Please!"

Teeth gripped his bloodied nipple, and twisted. Stefan screamed, and whimpered when his dick was massaged again.

"Tell."

"M-Ma-"

Teeth. Pain. Cock. Pleasure.

"Me."

Stefan was reeling. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't rake enough air inside. There was pain. Blinding pain. And a torrent of pleasure. It burned. God, it burned.

Teeth. He screamed, and fought to close his thighs around the wrist and thrust.

"What."

"Sex!"

Lips kissed the ruined nipple, and Stefan sobbed blindly.

"Fuck me. F-fuck me until I'm bleeding. F-fuck me until I'm l-leaking cum. Until I can't move. B-beat me and fuck me, use me, rip me open on your cock, please, God please, fuck me so deep I can't breathe, until-until-"

Hands on his thighs. Lifting. Pressure. A stretch. A burning pain. Steel wrapped in hot, wet silk. Stefan sobbed as he was shoved up the wall with the force of it. He tried to pull away, only for hands to seize his hips and drag him down the immense shaft.

When it buried itself to the root inside of him, he groaned.

Arched his back. Clenched. Felt heat and the hammer of a pulse. Inside. So very deep inside. The rub of the flared head. The first shallow thrust felt like it was dragging his soul out of him-the push back inside felt like the world teetered on the brink, and fell.

Fell hard.

"No!"

The second thrust hurt. Hard. A slamming of weight and want. And again, and again, and again. The plaster scraped his back. The cock stretched him to the seams. He could feel every vein. Could feel the head scrape him raw. Could feel the strike of every thrust from his cunt to his crown. And he couldn't move. There were teeth in his torn nipple. Hands on his hips.

And-

And yet-

He was defiled. Soiled. Disgusting. A whore being fucked bloody by a stranger. Dragged there by his master. Naked. But his cock burned. He wanted more. He opened his throat and begged for it. Begged to be fucked. Pleaded to be filled. Asked to be cut down and crawl to his master and have his face fucked until he couldn't breathe. Demanded his other nipple to be bitten now. Wanted-wanted-

To serve.

To be enslaved.

He went limp.

His body jerked with every thrust. His skin slipped with blood and sweat. Hot grunts of breath washed over his caught breast. Rope burned his wrists.

Slave.

Slave.

And he wanted more. 29

"I-I enjoyed that."

Stefan's whisper was so quiet, even he could barely hear it. But Daz apparently did, for he smirked and continued to massage the cream into Stefan's nipple.

"You did."

Stefan swallowed, twisting his fingers in the dressing gown.

"Why did I enjoy it?"

"Because that's the kind of thing you enjoy."

"Being r-"

"Playing out a fantasy," Daz interrupted smoothly. He capped the tube and tugged the dressing gown up over Stefan's shoulders. For a brief moment, his hand cupped Stefan's other breast, and he leaned over to kiss the undamaged nipple. Stefan shrank away from the touch, feeling disgusted, and tugged the robe closed.