[M] Roaming Around

Zakhar dropped to his knees and stroked Tuz's cheek.

He shook his head gently. "No."

He wouldn't be letting Tuzik out of his bonds quite yet. Not for a good long while. He still had a lot that he wanted to do to the Hound.

For now Tuz was staying put.

The hound's brows furrowed as the man shook his head, he had called him 'good boy' before, if he had done well then why was he still tied up like he had misbehaved?

He didn't understand and a soft, pathetic whine left his lips as he gazed at the man with his kicked puppy expression.

Tuzik didn't understand the mixed messages as he leaned into the man's hand as it stroked against his cheek.

Had he been good or bad? What happened if his Master needed him and he was still tied up?

Tuzik had been good. He had been very good.

But there was still more he wanted to do. A lot more.

He stood back up and strolled around the Hounds bound body until he was stood at his backside again.

He leaned down to lave his tongue over the Hound's entrance again.

He squirmed and wiggled about as he tried to get loose, however as soon as Zakhar's tongue laved against his skin he stopped moving.

Last time he had licked him like that, when he had calmed down good things had happened.

If he behaved himself again would the same thing happen again?

Through trial and error Tuzik would work this out and try to understand.

As such he relaxed his body against like he had when Zakhar had sat their stroking him.

"Good boy," he purred softly, pulling back to lave his tongue over his fingers.

How would he react to this, he wondered.

He'd see.

The Lycan pressed one finger into him, pushing it in slowly. It would be fairly uncomfortable if he hadn't felt it before. But it was a small intrusion so it shouldn't feel too uncomfortable.

Yet.

A small smile spread across his lips, 'good boy' there was those words again, he had done well again, his mood picked up and he stopped his whining, he was understanding now, when tied up, don't struggle.

The hound's body reached on its own as the finger pushed into him. His legs tried squeeze together, he didn't think he liked this, not like what happened before, it felt strange, he didn't understand this.

He didn't whine but he leaned forward in his restraints, trying to wiggled away from the intrusion.

He stroked the Hound's backside gently as he tried to pull away from him.

The thrusting of his finger continued in the same slow pace. If he got used to this then he wouldn't fight so much and he could continue.

Zakhar stroked the man and crooned at him softly as his finger slowly began to pick up pace.

The sooner Tuz accepted this, the sooner he could move onto something more.

The stroking was reassuring but the finger inside of him had the hound concerned.

This was something else completely knew and Zakhar would probably be able to tell that by how tight he was even with just one finger inside of him.

The mixture of stroking and crooning had the creature relaxing slowly until after a few minutes he no longer tried to get away from the finger, instead he lay there, not quite sure what to do other than laying completely still.

Relaxed. Good.

He pulled his finger almost all the way out then pressed a second finger into him along with the first.

Once again, this would be uncomfortable, but with time it'd start feeling less uncomfortable. It would just take time.

He stroked the Hound's back and neck again gently.

Tuzik ground his teeth as the second finger was added, whining as he tried to pull away again, a growl rumbling in his chest, this was stretching him and it was uncomfortable.

He squirmed again as expected, his arms tugging on their restraints as he tried to get free once again.

The stroking was helping to calm him down but this had a slightly painful side to it as his entrance was forced to expand in order to make room for the second finger.

"Shhh, its okay," he murmured soothingly.

Just a little initial pain and then it would feel so much better.

Tuz just needed to get through this and then he'd feel pleasure again. Just a little more before that happened though.

A little bit more.

His growls quietened down as he looked back at the Lycan, his brows inching together.

It was hard to tell if Zakhar was going to do something he would enjoy or dislike, first he had petted him, then he had pierced him, then sucked him and now he had his fingers inside of him.

The hound simply hoped that if he endured, he would be rewarded in the end like he was before.

He let his head droop back down in his restraints as he tried to calm down, the muscles in his lower body slowly relaxing once more.

"Good boy," he murmured as he relaxed again.

His fingers parted, scissoring a little as they thrust in and out of him.

Now he needed to work on stretching him a little more. He didn't want to do any major damage to him while he was fucking him.

Zakhar was cruel but he wasn't that cruel.

Being stretched was uncomfortable and held a painful side to it, more so when Zakhar began separating his fingers while inside of him.

His backside was virgin and as such being stretched always hurt for the first time, this experience would not be the most enjoyable.

Even still, despite the discomfort and pain he stayed still, not protesting beyond the soft whines that escaped him as he was stretched further.

He stretched him for a few minutes before his fingers slipped out of him.

Zakhar leaned forwards to press a kiss to a cheek before turning his head to the side and laving his tongue over his entrance again.

He stood once more and press his arousal to the Hound's entrance.

His hips pressed forwards, pushing himself into Tuzik slowly with a low groan.

After a few more minutes the pain had dulled down a fair amount though the feeling of it was uncomfortable, however that was not going to go away until he had been through this a fair few times.

His body relaxed completely as the fingers were removed, a small smile graced his lips, he had done well, it was over now.

The hound yelped loudly as Zakhar pushed himself into him, Zakhar was quite a bit larger than just two fingers.

It hurt despite the stretching, he tired his hardest to push away from him as a growl erupted in the hound chest, his feet scrambling against the ground as he tried to push free of the heavy metal frame.

"Shhh."

He stroked his back and neck, fingers weaving through his bright hair. "Shhh. Shhh. Calm down, its okay."

He leaned over to press his lips to the Hound's skin.

"Just a little pain. It'll fade," he crooned softly.

Tuzik barked loudly between growls, in response to the Lycan trying to hush him.

He couldn't be quiet, this hurt, he didn't want that inside of him. The hound just didn't understand what was happening, what Zakhar was trying to do to his body, as such he had no fathomable way of bracing himself for this.

His head drooped as his growls turned into whimpers, his body shuddering slightly as he couldn't move away from the unwelcome intrusion as his breath came in heavy pants.

"Shh, its okay."

A little pain and then it'd feel good.

He had learned that rather quickly himself. The more relaxed he was, the less it hurt and the more pleasure he got from it.

He stroked the man's back gently.

He whimpered loudly, why wasn't he taking it out? other than his physical reactions and whimpers the hound had no way of protesting this treatment.

He could no longer move and he couldn't speak, there was no way for him to tell the man to stop.

Tuzik became still again, he couldn't do anything and thrashing about was only making this more painful.

His hands bundled tightly as he grasped onto the bindings, the man couldn't understand him.
Slowly he became quite again, he wanted to go back up to the bedroom and curl up with his Master even if he had to wear clothes, he didn't care right now.

His slow thrusting began to pick up in pace.

A soft groan sounded, head tilting back as he continued to thrust.

His free hand slid from the Hound's hip to stroke his member gently. Perhaps giving him some pleasure would take his mind away from the pain somewhat.

Tuzik's eyes shut tight as the man moved inside of him, his whimpers were falling on deaf ears so he didn't bother continuing.

Other than the sound of his heavy panting and the occasional pained grunt when Zakhar picked up his pace, he remained silent.

The hound was erect because he simply could not help it, it may have hurt considerably but there were small, fleeting moments of pleasure that were enough to get him aroused.

He gave a soft whine as his member was stroked, he tried to focus on that instead of his backside, but it wasn't working very well, the pain overrode any pleasure he was feeling though despite that it was likely that the hound would climax simply because of his over sensitive nature.

He stroked and pumped the man's arousal in time with his thrusts.

Pleasure. Pain.

What Tuzik was feeling was a delicious mix of the two that Zakhar would have absolutely adored.

Tuzik was a fuckmutt, but he wasn't a masochist from what he could tell. He probably wouldnt have the same reactions as Zakhar would in this situation.

Tuzik had been trained for this, endure, block out all pain. He closed his eyes as took in deep breaths as his heart rate slowly calmed down from its erratic beating and his panting evened out.

The more he panicked the worse things got, he knew that, but in the moment he had forgotten.

His eyes hazed over as he blocked everything else out, he would usually do this when wounded in a fight however he was adapting it.

Slowly the pain dulled and he focused more directly on the hand around his member, a soft moan passing his lips as he jerked his hips forward into the hand.

His lips quirked upwards.

"There, doesn't that feel better?"

Zakhar pumped and stroked him more firmly as he continued to thrust into him. he wanted Tuz to feel some pleasure in this. Even if it was only a little pleasure amidst the pain.

He could feel a heat start to build in the pit of his stomach.