[M] Roaming Around

He responded with a soft moan as he was stroked more firmly, after his earlier panicking it was doubtful that he would be able to come again, his body was still distressed even if his mind had calmed itself and detached from the current situation.

Either way he didn't care as long as it would be over soon, he simply hoped that after this the Lycan would not expect more from him.

He had been through a lot in this dungeon so far, and he would be damned if he let anyone drag him in here again without a fight.

He didn't want to have needles stabbed into him, be immobilized and then hurt like this.

Zakhar groaned softly.

Slowly the heat and pressure was building.

Tuzik was tight. He had stopped whimpering and growling at him. Zakhar was content with this.

He bowed his head to nip sharply at the skin of the Hound's neck.

The sharp nip on his neck drew him out of the place he had hidden himself inside his mind, drawing him back to his current situation.

Zakhar had picked up his pace again, his backside felt like it was tearing apart and his insider being beaten.

He body quickly became overwhelmed with the sudden rush of pain again and he cried out, his body jerking violently as he came once again.

He slumped forward and panted heavily, his mouth gaping open slightly as he held in the pained cried of having his body used like this.

Zakhar groaned loudly when the man clenched around him.

His body stilled for a moment before he picked up his pace again, thrusting into the man quickly.

More. Just a little more.

He could feel the head smouldering even hotter in his stomach as his thrusts became slightly more erratic.

His lips parted and he gave a low groan.

His body continued to jerk and spasm as Zakhar kept moving, bowing his head he bit his lip and simply hoped for him to finish soon.

He would be smarter from now on, just because he was one Earth didn't mean that he could follow anyone he wanted around and not have to worry about getting in trouble.

If nothing else he now knew that creatures not from Hell could hurt him in ways he never knew possible.

He whimpered softly as his eyes cast over to the door, soon he would be able to run off and find Master again, curl up on his bed and sleep like he had the night before as he had rubbed his stomach.

His breathing came in heavy pants and his thrusting became more erratic.

Zakhar's lips parted and he gave a loud moan as he came.

He stayed still, eyes closed as he waited for his body to calm.

Eventually it did and he pulled out of the Hound, stroking his back affectionately. "Good boy," he purred softly, reaching forwards to unclasp the cuffs around his wrists before he unbound him from the frame, stroking his skin gently all the while.

Tuzik couldn't help but cry out again as the Lycan's movements became erratic, their fast jerking movements proved even more painful, breathing out a sigh of relief as Zakhar pulled out of him.

He didn't perk up as he was praised as he normally would, he didn't want to be told he had done good, he didn't feel good.

As soon as he was free from his binding he bounded toward to door, turning back to look at the man, he could attack him now if he wanted.

Instead he gave a soft bark and ran out the door on all fours, he didn't want to, he just wanted to get back to his master as soon as possible.

As he made it up the stairs it hit him just how much his body ached. His member felt hot and tender from the piercings and having the reddened skin touched so soon as well as the stretched and immense stinging of his backside added to that the dull pain in the pit of his stomach.

For once he hoped his Master would bathe him, he could feel the dampness inside of him and he didn't like it.

Quickly he followed his way back to Alyosha's bedroom, scratching at the door frantically.

Like any other time Alyosha had some free time, he had his nose buried in a book.

He glanced up when he heard frantic scratching at the door. What the-

He set the book down and stood, padding over to the door and opening it, eyes turning down immediately.

"What have you done with your clothes?" he sighed heavily. He had liked those clothes. Those jeans were some of his favourites. He had only let the Hound wear them because he had no others that were clean.

He felt his annoyance spike. He had told him to keep his clothes on.

The Necromancer reached down to snag a handful of Tuzik's hair, dragging him across the room towards his bed, sitting down heavily and slinging him across his lap. Right now he didn't care if it hurt the Hound. He was annoyed.

His hand reared back to slap the hounds presented backside before pausing.

What was that? His hand dropped, fingers dipping into the white substance oozing from his ass. he rubbed it between his fingers, brows drawing together before lifting it to his nose to sniff.

Semen.

He had been fucked.

Tuzik yelped loudly as his Master grabbed him by his hair and dragged him across the room, his struggled in his grasp slightly as he was strung over the Necromancer's lap.

This wasn't the tender welcome he had been hoping for, he just wanted to curl up and go to sleep, what had he done to be treated like this today, had be done something bad?

He whimpered loudly as his Master touched his aching backside, he didn't want to be touched there again, that much was evident from the way he tore himself out of his Master's grasp, losing some of his bright red hair in the man's grip as he pulled free of his hold and scrambled away from him.

He crouched on to the floor looking up at the man, his brows furrowed, his backside kept low to the ground without sitting, it would hurt to sit but at the same time he didn't want anyone having access to him.

He stared down at his fingers silently for a few long moments.

Someone had fucked him. Someone had fucked his pet; his Tuzik.

He was angry. No, he was absolutely livid. Someone would die for this. Someone had signed their death warrant when they shoved their dick inside his Hound's ass.

His hand clenched into a fist around the strands of red hair in his grasp. He was going to kill someone. He wouldn't be happy until someone's blood was staining his hands.

Lyo's fiery blue eyes turned up to Tuz then faltered. He looked terrified.

Now was not the time for his anger. Right now Tuzik needed him. he could go on a murdering rampage later.

Lyo slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor, reaching out to stroke the Hound's head gently. "I'm sorry," he murmured softly. "Its okay, I won't hurt you."

He flinched slightly when his Master's hand stroked his head, he could feel the liquid dripping from his backside onto the floor.

His head bowed slightly as he let out a soft whine, everything hurt, his wrists were sore from struggling in his bonds, his member hurt, as did his backside and his stomach.

From this angle the collar around his neck was clearly visible.
Tuzik could sense his Master's anger and he was mad because of him.

He looked up at him with sorrowful red eyes, he had upset his Master.

Alyosha bowed his head to press a gentle kiss to his pet's forehead as he gently removed the collar, tossing it aside in disgust.

How could someone use him like this?

It was absolutely disgusting.

"It's okay," he murmured again, stroking Tuz's head and neck gently.

He wasn't angry with Tuzik. He was angry with whoever had used him like this. It's their blood he wanted.

He leaned into the gentle touches on his neck as he took a tentative step forward, leaning up to nestle his face in against his Master's neck.

He was a strong and powerful Hell-Hound but this body was foreign to him, he didn't fully understand it and right now, he wished he hadn't changed out of his hound form to begin with.

His hands pressed up against his Master's chest as he leaned up against him, this was the Master he remembered from the previous nights, tender and caring.

He nuzzled into the Hound's red hair, still stroking him gently.

Someone had used and abused him. It made him angry and sad all in one. How could someone do that to someone like Tuzik?

What had the pup done to deserve it?

"Come one, let's get you cleaned up a little."

He pulled back and stood, striding towards the bathroom, beckoning Tuzik to follow him. He wanted to clean him off; get rid of all physical traces of what had happened to him.

Despite everything he had been through today the hound was still able to purr as his master stroked him.

He loved his Master's touch and would enjoy it regardless of what was happening at the time.

Tuzik did as he was told, getting onto all fours and slowly following Alyosha to the bathroom, this would be the only time where he would be able to bathe and clothe Tuzik without protest or him struggling, for once he wanted to be cleaned.

The turned the hot tap on and stuck the plug in the drain.

While the bath was filling, he knelt down in front of Tuzik and stroked him gently, fussing behind his ears and cooing to him softly.

"You must have been such a brave boy to go through all of that."

His eyes weren't red so he couldn't have cried through it. Alyosha probably would have if he had been in that situation.

Lyo reached over to turn on the cold tap, sticking his arm in the bath, hissing softly at the heat, then swirling it, trying to circulate the cold water.

Tuzik leaned into the gentle touches, his eyes sliding shut as a small whine sounded from being scratched behind his ears, he loved being stroked like this.

He looked up at his Master and whimpered, he hadn't been brave there just wasn't anything that he could do.

Tuzik couldn't talk meaning he couldn't scream out for Zakhar to have stop.

Alyosha had been there when he first took on human form, he had seen the hound stumble around clumsily, surly his Master would've guessed by now by how he had yelped when his fingers touched his backside gently and how he recoiled that Tuz must've been a virgin.

Alyosha smiled softly when Tuzik whined.

"Bath's all done," he declared as he turned off the cold tap and splashed the surface of the water.

"Come on, Tuzik, let's get you all cleaned up."

He wanted Tuz clean about as much as Tuz wanted himself clean.

Tuzik crawled over to the bath, gripping onto the edge of it as he looked down at the water.

His pale pink tongue poked out as he lapped at its surface, taking a small drink of the warm water before climbing into the water.

This would be the only time that Lyo would see the hound get into the bath willingly.

He whined loudly as the hot water hit his sensitive backside and still raw member, stinging against the sore skin, he leaned out of the water for a moment until the stinging settled before kneeling in the water on his hands and knees.

Alyosha sighed softly when his pet whined.

Whoever did this to him was dead meat. He wouldn't let them live. Not after scaring and torturing his pup like that.

Lyo picked up a cloth and dipped it into the water, running it over a cheek gently. "This is going to hurt," he warned gently as he pressed the cloth against his backside to clean off the semen as gently as he could.

He didn't want to do this because he knew it would hurt him, but he had to do it.

While he was cleaning him off, he lifted a hand to stroke his head gently.

Tuzik could read auras easily enough, Lyo was mad, very mad but it wasn't directed at him, he took a little solace in that fact, his Master wasn't mad at him, he wasn't going to be hurt again.

His body tensed greatly as the cloth moved over his backside, the water stung and even the soft pressure of the cloth hurt when pressed against him.

His toes and fingers curled and bundled as he tried to stay still for the man, it wasn't easy but he could tell that he was doing this for his own good.

"I'm sorry, Tuz."

He stroked the Hound gently as he continued to clean him. He wanted to do this thoroughly and make sure he was cleaned properly.

"Just a little more and then hopefully we'll never have to do this again."

Alyosha could only wish.

He let out a soft whimper, his head turning to nudge against the hand stroking him, his tongue lapping out over the man's finger gently.

This was unpleasant and it hurt but at least he wouldn't feel so bad after he was cleaned, he would be able to curl up with his Master in the nice warm room.

He wouldn't be wandering down to that dungeon again, not if he could help it and if anyone besides his Master tried to tie him up again, they would lose fingers.

"There. All done."

He had thoroughly cleaned the Hounds backside and he was pleased with his efforts. And now, because he doubted he'd ever get Tuz in a bath this willingly again, he would clean the rest of him.

His hand slid under Tuzik's chest and pressed upwards, coaxing the Hound to sit up on his knees.

"I'm going to clean rest of you now. Lord knows I will not get good chance again."

His lips curled upwards as he passed the cloth over the Hound's marked chest.

As the hand pressed up on his chest Tuzik sat up, gingerly lowering his backside against his feet, he was barely sitting, instead opting for just kneeling in the bath water.

At least no one would be touching his backside again, that was enough to pick the hound's spirit up, after a sleep he wouldn't be so sore and everything would be alright.

Despite how his body ached a small smile curled at the hound's lips as he looked at his Master, he was lucky to be summoned by someone so caring.