Slave Dancer by A.C. Ellas

Author:A.C. Ellas [Ellas, A.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Adult, Fantasy, Gay, GLBT, BDSM, Erotica, Action
ISBN: 9781487401832
Publisher: eXtasy Books
Published: 2015-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine: Sija

Sandar was waiting for him, and he picked Rak up and swung him into place on the rack. He quickly strapped down Rak’s ankles and wrists then murmured in Rak’s ear, “This’ll keep them on you and not on the capt’n.”

“Thank you, master,” Rak hissed then said loudly, “Please, master, use me, I beg you, I want to feel your manhood in me.” He wiggled his butt as much as he could within the confines of his bonds.

Sandar looked Rak in the eye as he penetrated. “Keep looking at me, little slave,” he crooned.

Rak flushed, but he couldn’t disobey. He stared into Sandar’s murky green-brown eyes as the man’s cock seated itself in his gut, rearranging his insides for its pleasure. He cried out when Sandar’s body began to rock, thrusting in and out of him with great vigor. He worked his own hips to aid Sandar’s efforts and continued to look the man in the eye, knowing that Sandar was reveling in his submission.

Sandar rested a hand on Rak’s package as he continued to pummel Rak’s hole. “Do you want pain?”

“Yes, master,” Rak breathed, wishing he could look away from the eyes flaying him to the quick, striping his soul bare and finding it worthy only of this.

Sandar’s hand slapped against his ringed cock and balls, causing Rak to cry out anew. Sandar’s hand rhythmically punished him in time to his thrusts, until Rak’s false climax spurted up to decorate his belly. Sandar finished with him a minute later, and Rak came again, this time for real, with a relief from fires that proved very short-lived as Mett took his place and thrust in before Rak had recovered from the first user.

Rak groaned and his hips went right back to work. Mett played with Rak as he pumped, exploring the rings that now adorned Rak’s body.

Mett tugged on his belly ring. “What’s this one for, slave?”

“Chaining, master,” Rak gasped.

Mett moved to the left nipple ring. “And this one?”

“Play, master.”

And then the nose ring. “This one?”

“Leashing, master.”

Mett tugged on the nose ring. “I like this one. Makes you look like livestock. And you are, aren’t you? You’re Lord Virien’s broodmare.”

“Yes, master.” Rak allowed his internal muscles to play on Mett’s shaft, hoping to hurry the man along. Mett’s hand found his scrotal ring next and he tugged there, too.

“What’s this one for?”

“Play, master, or leashing.”

Mett stroked Rak’s ringed cock. “This is nice, too. Marks you unmistakably as a sex slave for all the world to see. I hope Lord Virien puts one of these on the other one, too.”

Rak prayed that Virien hadn’t heard that. He cried out when Mett came in him, grateful only that the men were actually coming in him tonight instead of on him. Mett backed away and another guard took his place. Mett came over to his head, though, and pushed his package at Rak’s mouth. As Rak obediently cleaned then sucked Mett’s cock, he reached for Scorth with his mind. Any chance

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