Laziness

He panted softly and lay against the bench, his joints beginning to get sore from bring forced into this position while he struggled against the restraints.

It was times like this were he envied women, they could keep on going and have orgasm after orgasm, they would be out of here in a few hours maximum while he had to wait for his body to recharge.

He lay there, still and silent for a few minutes, he was glad that at least he didn't have to wait too long for his body to be ready again. He only had to go through this ten more times then he would be allowed to leave, perhaps.

"I'm ready, Sir."
He muttered bitterly as he continued to stare down at the ground.

The few minutes silence went by slowly for Zakhar.

He was plotting different ways to make the man come. He wasn't going to stick to jerking him off all the time. That would be far too boring.

Zakhar glanced up when Tyrael spoke again.

A grin curled his lips. "Shall we try something a little bit different?" he purred softly, eyes flashing.

Zakhar had told him only to talk when he was telling him he was ready.

As such he did not respond the the Lycan's question and instead simply lay there, completely still as he waited for what the man had in store for him.

He reminded himself that he only had to do this ten more times, a relatively small number but when put into context of what he had to do it was a very difficult task.
Made worse by the fact that he was already tired from his run and swim.

Zakhar grinned when Tyrael didn't speak.

Good, he was taking orders. "Good boy," he purred softly, stroking the Elf's backside and thigh.

"I think you deserve a rewards for your obedience."

Once again, Zakhar reached out to pick up one of the two things he had left on the floor. He skipped the crop and picked up the vibrator.

His tongue laved over the toy before turning it on, running it up the man's thigh slowly before pressing it to his entrance.

Tyrael held his tongue no matter how much he wanted to snap back at the Lycan.

He may not have been a Slave before but he wasn't always a Slave Master, you had to rise up the ranks, be trained, know how to take orders.

That was one thing the Elf knew how to do, grit his teeth and take orders, even if it was in a different context.

His body tensed as he heard the distinct buzzing that came from a vibrator, he knew what was coming before he felt the tingling up the back of his thigh and pressing against his entrance.

The Elf took in a deep breath as he calmed his body, this was something foreign to him and his first anal experience left him limping and sore for days.

He stroked down Tyrael's spine gently when he tensed.

The thought of receiving anal made him tense. Was he scared of it? He wouldn't be surprised, he hadn't given him the best first experience.

The toy moved from the Elf's entrance to press against his balls, running over them gently.

The vibrator didn't have to be used for anal.

The Elf's body relaxed visibly as the vibrator was moved away from his entrance, returning back to his prior limp state under the Lycan's hand against his spine.

His breathing returned to normal as he took in steady breaths, laying his head against the bench.

His eyes slid shut and he gave a soft moan as the vibrations caressed the sensitive skin and ran up his body, spreading through his member and pelvis.

Okay then, for the moment, anal was a limit.

He could deal with that. Today's session was more about Tyrael's pleasure than his own.

The toy ran over his skin, smoothing up his member then back down slowly and caress his balls again.

it didn't venture back to his entrance.

He was more than a little relieved when the vibrator didn't venture back there though he was annoyed with himself because it was obvious that the Lycan had sensed his fear.

Though it could not be helped, last time he was torn apart, stretched so quickly to the point that he had found himself bleeding as he limped his way back to his room.

Pain he could deal with but that had been a different sort of pain, one that was foreign to him, frightening even.

He kept his eyes shut as he melted into the touches, purring softly in appreciation for the alternate use of the vibrator.

"You like this, don't you?" he purred when he heard the purr.

The toy moved up his arousal again slowly, pressing against his head, moving in small, tight circles.

"You like me pleasuring you. Love the fact that I can make you come. Twice in a row so far. Are you anticipating number three?"

His tongue laved up his spine as the vibrator slid back down to his balls.

"Tell me when you're about to come."

He moaned and writhed slightly as the toy was pressed against his head, the vibrations running down the length of his member causing him to shudder softly, he was sensitive at the moment, more so than before and with each release it would only get worse.

He gave a slight nod as he lay against the bench, panting softly, acknowledging that he had heard the Lycan's new order.

Tyrael was a smart man, he knew he would have to fall into the role of the submissive sooner or later, he had agreed to it after all. In Zakhar's sessions if he did as he was told he would save himself a lot of pain.

His free hand moved to begin pumping the Elf.

The toy pressed against the man's balls, running over them, massaging and caressing them.

His eyes flickered over Tyrael as he watched the reactions he had to how he was pleasuring him.

He didn't like the bench, it was more restrictive than a lot of the other equipment in here.

That was probably why Zakhar has chosen it, he had full access to his body and there was very little he could do unlike last time where he bucked about and damaged himself in spite of the Lycan.

His back arched up in a very feline manner as he gave a moan, biting on his bottom lip roughly as he was pumped again, his body was becoming accustomed to Zakhar's hands, more responsive the more he touched him.

He shivered again as his balls were given special treatment, a soft purring sounding deep within his chest.

Zakhar chuckled when Tyrael's back arched.

It reminded him of a cat. When he had pounced on him earlier as a cat, he had wondered idly how similar his behaviour was to a felines. Right now he looked more like a cat than he had ever seen the ban bar when he actually was a cat.

He ran the vibrator down Tyarel's back, over a cheek, down a thigh then back up again to caress his balls again.

The hand pumping him sped up.

The Elf gave a shuddering moan as the hand stroking him sped up, the vibrator traveling around his body waking his sensing as it left tingling paths everywhere it traveled.

He had already come twice and his third was quickly approaching, the time between each one lessening a faction as his body awoke to the pleasure it was being offered.

His breath came in soft pants however his body did not tense like last time and instead stayed calm, accepting what was happening to it and taking everything the Lycan offered.

"I'm a about to..."
He mumbled, breaking the silence between them as he gave a groan, his body would would get there at any moment.

"Good boy," he purred once again when he mumbled to him.

His thumb rubbed circles on his slit slowly as he pumped him and pleasure him with the toy.

"Come," he ordered softly.

"From now on you'll tell me every time you're about to come."

He let out a loud moan as Zakhar continued to pleasure him dutifully, his back arching again as a shudder ran through his body.

Tyrael leaned his head against the bench and tried to make himself come when the man ordered him to, he was so close so it seemed as if it may be possible.

He didn't manage it on cue but after a few short moments he did come, writhing against the bench as he arched and moaned, falling still as he panted more heavily as his body throbbed and ached.

He tried to pull away from Zakhar's touch, he was hyper-sensitive and being touched post orgasm was beginning to become painful.

He nodded his head, taking in the new order as he panted against the bench, letting his eyes shut as he rested for the moment. Three down, nine to go.

Not quite on cue but it was close enough.

Zakhar pulled away when the man tried to pull away from him. He'd let him recover without the pain of him touching him.

Zakhar stroked the Elf's hair gently as he waited for him to rest up a little.

"Good boy. Three done."

His lip twitched. "You're doing very well."

He lay there, the sound of his gentle panting was the only noise he made.

His body was slick with a thin layer of sweat, he was getting tired and he wasn't even a third of the way through yet.

His eyes fluttered open softly as he looked up at Zakhar while the man ran his hands through his hair.

He gazed up at the man, the usual vibrant blue of his eyes dulling slightly as he got more exhausted.

"Only a quarter of the way through and you're already tired."

Zakhar gave a soft tut as his eyes met with Tyrael's. That was rather disappointing. The Session would end when Tyrael got too exhausted and Zakhar didn't want that to happen until he had at least met the number Tyrael said he'd push himself to.

Zakhar tugged a lock of teal hair sharply.

"If you get too exhausted, I'll leave you down here and come back in a few hours to start again."

He pursed his lips, he wanted to tell Zakhar that he wasn't anywhere near done yet, he would get to twelve whether his body wanted him to or not.

But he couldn't say a word, there was no defending himself, no biting back, simply accepting what Zakhar said to him.

He growled softly as his hair was tugged but did not look away from the Lycan, he didn't wince like his body wanted him to.

His eyes flickered with a new found ferocity, he wouldn't have this man count him out so easily, there would be no stopping and starting again later, he would get this done.

"I'm ready to go again, Sir."
He replied sternly, one of the few things that Zakhar had permitted him to say.

Zakhar grinned down at the Elf when fire flickered behind his eyes.

"So soon? Are you sure you're not pushing yourself to get rid of me faster?"

Zakhar crouched in front of Tyrael, grinning a little before leaning forwards to give him a soft kiss.

"Or are you just so eager to feel me pleasure you?"

He stared up at the Lycan, his eyes practically crackling with electricity, his gaze didn't waver as the man crouched before him.

Always with the questions, questions he was not permitted the answer. He suspected that Zakhar already knew his reasoning for wanted to go again, to prove himself and to get this done as fast as possible.

Tyrael didn't reply softly to the Lycan's kiss, instead he pushed into the kiss as best he could, letting the man feel the ferocity of the fire that burned within him.

Zakhar pulled back, grinning at the Elf.

"So eager. Well, if you want it, I'll be happy to provide."

The Lycan stood and strolled around to the back of the bench again. His hand stroked over hiss back slowly, caressing the Elf's skin.

His hand dipped between the man's cheeks, stroking his entrance before massaging his balls.

Round four begins, he took a steadying breath and lay back against the bench, lowering his head back to its usual position.

By this point his skin was alive with sensitive nerves and the Lycan's warm hand against his back caused goosebumps to rise on his lightly tanned skin.

His body tensed slightly as the fingers brushed past his entrance but not as badly as before, a soft, contented sigh passing his lips as his hands caressed his balls.