A few more guttural cries reached from the bedroom, and naked Gene came out into the living room, wiping the blood from his hands with a handkerchief. Seeing the picture, he clattered his tongue and raised his eyes to the sky.
“Oh, well,” the man sat on the table, on the side of the Stine, Aletta and Alon, propped face with his hand, looking at them with concealed impatience.
“What the hell?!” Stine cried.
Gene silently lifted eyes to the sky. Looked at Aletta. Sighed.
“I want to drive you off, and skull fuck him... but, I have the slave bleeding,” said Gene.
“Don’t even try to kill him,” croaked Amir, raping young Skit.
“Oh!” protested Gene, looked boringly at Stine. “Have you cummed?”
“No,” replied Stine.
Gin looked around, found a cigarette and lit it, waiting for Stine to cum.
Alon tightly clenched his muscles several times, forcing Stine to pour out. But Stine didn’t get out, only stood, waiting for being able to turn on again. Gene turned away from the window and looked at Stine.
“Well, have you cummed?”
“Get off me, will you?!” Stine hissed.
“Al, has the master cummed?” Gene asked.
“Yes, master Gene,” Alon had expected Stine to beat him but he wanted to see Ad.
Gene quickly jumped off the table, looking around for something interesting to put the cigarette out. Alon distracted from the boot of Aletta, stuck his tongue out, offering to crash a cigarette butt on it. Sharp erection of Gene said that Alon had got to the point, the man put the cigarette out on the tongue of Alon, not sophisticatedly, just like on the ashtray, left the cigarette in the mouth of Alon, took him by the collar, pulled off of the dick of Stine. Vividly smiled to everyone. The phenomenon of excited Gene was rare; apparently, the new slave was really good, as the innocent little trick of Alon could not turn the sophisticated sadist on. Stine smiled. Gene was able to suppress the outbreaks of his rage. Stine walked up to Amos, laid him on the floor and began to trample his genitals. Amos cried.
“Make coffee for all,” said Aletta to Selena. The girl with the burn on her cheek, left yesterday by Stine, was sitting at the feet of Aletta. Melinda was telling the ship's gossip.
Gene dragged Alon in the bedroom, closed the door. Ad was lying on a yellow sheet, around him flowed a puddle of blood. The boy was clamping his genitals. Gene sighed, pushed Alon to the bed. Alon gulped the butt, sat on the couch, leaned to the boy's genitals, removing his hands. It was impossible to understand anything because of the blood. Alon several times collected saliva, cleaning the tongue, knelt and began to lick the fragrant, sweet blood from the genitals of Ad. The man was like an animal that tormented his prey. Ad started shining; tears flowed down his beautiful face. He saw how handsome Alon was.
“Fuck him in there,” said Gene, uncharacteristically short.
The beast froze, wondering what to do, moved, hanging over Ad and entered the wound between the testicles of the boy. Ad woundedly cried out, arching under Alon, it was hurt to breathe, he moved towards Alon, loudly shouting, the scream hysterically broke, then Ad was crying soundlessly. The boy sobbed in pain and admiration when he took one look at Alon. Ad turned away to breathe. Alon was stung by the pain of Ad, hugging his face and not allowing to look away. Gene looked at the couple from the side to see everything. He chuckled, caressing himself. Gene just wanted to warn that if someone looked for a loophole, they would go to the living room, to the Kingdom of Goblins.
“It hurts, my God,” Ad melodiously whimpered. “It hurts! My God ... yeah…”
“Deeper,” said Gene.
Alon frantically gasped and went deeper. Ad choked with tears, clinging to Alon, frantically kissing him, suffocating from sensations. Ad periodically poured out, screamed in pain as realizing that Alon continued to move. Muscles hugged the penis of Alon, reluctantly moving apart, it made him crazy. Alon flinched and poured out. Ad got blackout, but he came out of nowhere to look at Alon. Consciousness refused to think clearly. Pain turned into a delight, not letting Ad go.
Gene walked over, gently pushed Alon from Ad, jerked into his wound, pouring there, exhaled a moan. He walked to the table and got into his thoughts. Ad was writhing in pain. Alon was holding him.
“We need to stop the blood,” said Alon.
Gene nodded.
“I’m thinking…”
Alon hung over Ad by pushing it with one hand to the bed and began to urinate into the wound. Gene smiled. Alon was impressive that day. Ad, as a painful living embodiment of desire, fitted the ideas of Gene, Stine had found him not for nothing. Ad looked at Alon and cried. The beast patted him on the face, finished peeing, bent to Ad and kissed him gently. Ad trustingly obediently put his arms around his neck.
“My god,” Ad whispered.
From the depth of the wound, urine, semen and blood leaked away, barkening in places.
“Yes,” resigned Gene. “One is deeper, he has twitched. I told you not to move. What do you want, Alon? For some reason, the new guy calls you this way.”
“It’s necessary to oil with the "Lifeguard", master Gene.”
The man made a face, shook his head, boringly looked on the door, obviously, intending to expel Alon.
“I'll fire the wound,” Alon silently responded, looking around for a suitable subject.
Gene looked incredulously at Alon as if deciding whether to give to the slave another chance. Alon was consoling himself only by the fact that when Ad would wake up, he would run away.
“Either you put a red-hot dildo in the wound, or I wrap a sheet of metal around your penis and heat it, and you cauterize yourself if you want to share the pain,” Gene suggested.
Alon nodded. Gene pointed to Alon, waiting for a response.
“I want to share,” said Elon.
Ad was crying wiping his tears of Alon. Gene opened the box with belongings of Aletta, fumbled, took a golden plate. Aletta used it to heat and fry the slaves' genitals on it. Gene bent the thin metal wrapping around the penis of Alon, removed the tube through the cockhead, a scratching it a little, painful but without leaving marks, took the tongs, and lit a scented candle, heating the metal.
“You can blow now,” Gene looked at Ad. Ad looked at the man, slid down. Gene shook his head.
“Get up, and you sit down on the bed, Al...on, foot in the wound,” said Gene shortly.
The beast obeyed, Ad threw a look shining with a dark flame at Alon, exhaling, turned away, went to the phallus of the man and let him into his throat.
“No, you suck, not fuck, I’ve seen it already,” said Gene.
Ad released Alon and began to caress the phallus of the man with his tongue and lips.
The boy was letting Alon deep into his throat, penetrating to the man's urethra with his tongue. The pleasure stretched out, turned into sweet torture. Ad got still, feeling the approaching of Alon’s orgasm, waited until the sensations subsided, and again began to caress him. Ecstasy bound the body of Alon. The leg tore the wound apart, moving inside. The boy shook with the waves of pain.
Alon poured out, without even noticing that, being so delighted.
“Put the foot in,” Gene told Alon who was in unknown, unusual euphoria, like if orgasm left, but was not over, rolling over with new waves.
Alon cursed and entered the foot in the supple, resilient muscles. The man was under a strange thrill, even pure Inko, - a drug for the rich ones in Firokami that hit the pleasure centres, - was inferior to the feelings that took possession of him. Nothing created by man could surpass the pure endorphin, fully absorbed by the body. He wanted to share it with Ad. The boy smiled knowingly through his tears. Alon, smiling happily, bent to the lips of Ad clung to them. Happiness was digging consciousness; never the kisses were so delicious. The pain didn’t make the boy upset, Alon suddenly saw that the boy was crying from the unbearable sweetness, a thought flashed quickly - how can it be? And immediately gave way to something more fun. The man pulled away and turned to Gene. The master put the hot sheet with the tongs to the penis of Alon. The beast suffocated, pain gave some new sharpness, not reaching the brain like a pain, changing on the way to pleasure. Alon pulled a foot from the wound of the boy, Ad was screaming, tearing his throat, leaving a silent cry of the soul. Alon entered the torn wound, gently caressing with the cockhead Ad inside, and forming with the heated penis, the walls of the boy’s wound. Ad lost consciousness, being unable to bear the beauty of his happy owner, he couldn't take it anymore, the heart was torn, the consciousness was enveloped in darkness.
Alon began to move, tearing the burnt walls, polishing them with gold. Gene stood leaning on the table, poured out, looking on this. The sadist was happy; he hadn’t met the scene, looking at which it was possible to cum without caressing himself for a long time. Alon owned the unfeeling body frantically, deliriously. The pain was for the first time friendly as if he knew its secret. The pain carried away into the abyss of bliss, brought feelings that had no name, carried away to the tops, which could not be measured. Alon was pouring out long, he screamed, the orgasm gave way to complete satisfaction, happiness, fullness of joy. Gene slightly smiled. Good pair.
Alon slipped from Ad, fell on the bed, put the plate off with hand, threw it away. The beast fell into a short euphoric dream or happy delirium. Gene walked over, looked at Ad, the satisfied beast had beautifully done his job. The room smelled with fire as if someone was burning fragrant trees. Gene looked at the open for a penis entrance on the genitals of Ad, smiled and shook his head. In such moments Gene as if woke up from brumation and started to live. He even heard his heartbeat, which froze when the life froze. Alon's satisfaction was in the air, giving Gene a sense of anticipation. The sadist now somehow resembled a young crocodile. Usually, the resemblance was wiped. Of medium height, he could seem taller than tall people, Gene often changed in different colours his dark, of an indeterminate colour, hair and now he was blonde. His dark, some sort of brown eyes were tattooed with the permanent, thin lips were also tattooed with a bright dark colour. The skin of the sadist was clean, with golden shade, without moles, scars, any other marks. Gene didn’t wear any piercings, no tattoos, no crystals on the body; he had nothing implanted. Gene was dim, inconspicuous, widely known in narrow circles, there were no legends about him, only the mannered saying made every one smile, caught ones by the charm of a bored pessimist.
Gene, with the backhand slapped the unconscious Ad several times, bringing him to consciousness. The boy moaned sweetly. Gene pulled Ad's hips to his and entered the burnish burn. Ad was warily looking at the rapist for a few seconds, exhaled and began to move in response. Owning Ad was all-consuming, he smelled something native and vital, something that you can neither really remember, nor really forget. As a brother or a friend. But Gene ever had neither one nor another. Gene was moving rhythmically and for a long time, Ad, staring absently to the side, suddenly shuddered.
“Thank you,” suddenly said Ad and started moving his hips in a painful pattern under him.
Gene breathed out; the new slave was delicious. The boy waited until the man cummed, he gave pleasure skillfully.
“If I cum before, and that's what you are waiting for, you’ll be surprised,” said Gene.
Life slowly stagnated in him.
Ad viciously opened his lips and poured out. Gene poured out in several seconds after the slave. Ad could not control the burned muscles, he gasped, feeling someone else's seed in himself, as in a vessel. Gene walked to the table, leaned on it, watching the pieces of beauty on the bed. Ad was sinking into pain; it was coming back with the being. The handsome writhed snaky on the bed around the beast, touching him. Alon moved, pulled the boy under himself. Ad whined. Alon covered his face with kisses. The beast moved as if he was already living with Ad in a house near the sea. Like there was no one in this room, and moreover, there was no other room. He dreamed about his dream, and it was real.
Blended in the room Gene blinked, decisively falling asleep. He wasn't interested in purring of the pair. He headed to the exit. Alon noticed the master, twitched, courageously turning, and cringed. Gene provoked to forget about slavery. Now it was back, fell, the illusion was over, it seemed that Gene finished it, but he wasn’t the one who had created it. Alon bitterly exhaled, tightened Ad in his arms. The boy groaned sweetly. Alon knew as soon as Gene got out, the rest of them would break in, finally breaking into Ad. Bitterness was eating away consciousness.
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