[C][M] Flying Stones

Ger wasn't satisfied until he saw that his fingers had blood on them. After a few more thrusts he pulled out.

Sometime he and the boy would have to fuck in a proper dungeon setting, he decided. He'd be able to do much more.

The German man whipped his bloodied fingers off on Den's blankets. It wouldn't matter. By the time they were done, the sheets and blankets would have many blood stains.

Still jacking Den off, he leaned in and bit into his other thigh, piercing the skin yet again with his fangs.

He drank slowly as he beat the human off.

A dungeon setting would be fun.

Den would definitely be up for that if the man could find a dungeon setting. It would be a lot of fun for the human.

The man flinched when his thigh was bitten. He could feel the Vampire's fangs tear through his skin. He could feel the blood running down over his skin. He could feel the draw of blood being pulled from his veins.

Den groaned, hips rocking with the thrusting of Ger's hand.

Each rock of his hips pulled at the skin of his thighs, tugging at the torn skin around Ger's fangs.

Gerhard pulled his lips away from Den's thigh and licked them slowly. He then licked up the blood that slowly trickled from the human's flesh.

He then stood up and rubbed his free hand up Den's abdomen. The hand he was jerking against Den's arousal slowed down to a slow, deep motion while he began tweaking at the nubs of the young man's nipples until they were as hard as pebbles between his fingers.

He then cruelly began to dig his nails into Den's nipples, twisting tauntingly and cutting into the aroused skin.

The man gave a soft whine when the hand around his arousal slowed, his hips rocking upwards desperately to try and coax Gerhard into speeding up again.

His head tilted back with a soft moan as his chest arched upwards into the rough pinches of his nipples.

His hair fell away from his forehead as his head tilted back adn his back arched further upwards, a soft groan parting his lips as his nipples were pinched and twisted harshly. A few strands of black and green stuck to his damp forehead.

By now, the bulge in Gerhard's trousers was more defined and tighter then ever.

He licked his tongue over his bottom lip, something he often did subconsciously when he was very aroused.

He stood up straight and unfastened his own belt. He stared at the bound man's body.

All ready Den had two prominent bite marks on the inside of his thighs, welting scratches down his chest, and his budding nipples were now bleeding slightly.

The poor human's body was torn up and the fucking hadn't even begun yet.

Den's eyes flickered open when Ger pulled away from his body.

He watched him with a dark, lustful gaze as Ger began to unfasten his belt.

His legs spread a little, planing against the bed as he liefted his hips slightly, inviting Ger to play with him some more.

He already felt sore. His body was scratched and bitten so much already, but he wanted more. He wanted Ger to use and abuse him as much as he could.

His tongue ran over his lips slowly.

The German Vampire watched Den in his struggle, his obvious need for abuse and ultimately, release.

"schmutzige schlampe." He muttered under his breath, a slight grin on his face. The more aroused Gerhard became, the less English he remembered.

Did the boy think that the reason he was taking his belt off was to simply remove his trousers? Hell no.

He reached out and grabbed the human by the hair and held tight as he ran the leather wickedly down his torso.

The blond tormentor then raised his arm back and with a swish landed it across the poor lad's exposed chest, right across the nipples.

Den didn't know what those muttered words meant. He didn't know German. But the tone he used said all. He was being insulted. Called names.

A shiver chased its way down Den's spine.

His lips parted and he gave a soft, breathless moan as he felt the gentle stroke of the leather against the skin of his chest.

His muscles jumped in anticipation as the leather ran over his skin.

Den's head tossed back, pulling sharply at the hair in Ger's grip, and he gave a cry as he was lashed. The leather caught a piercing, yanking on it roughly.

Gerhard's eyes flickered in delight at the sound of Den crying out. Such a beautiful sound that was.

Beautiful and intoxicating.

The whip continued to snake across the human's body. Thin red welts were left behind.

Gerhard's face was one of intense concentration as he continuously brought the belt down, blow after blow.

Den's body jerked with each lash of the makeshift whip.

His panted and moaned, back arching and body jerking as the belt came down on his body over and over again.

He loved the sharp pain of the initial blow and the slow burn of the area afterwards.

He didn't get to rest after each lashing, though. They just kept on coming. Lash after last. Whip after whip. Jerk after jerk. Cry after cry.

Den writhed on the bed, his thighs pressing together as he bit his lip, eyes clenching shut.

A low and husky laugh escaped Gerhard the more that Den's body writhed and welted from the beating.  

Without a word he tossed the belt away, giving Den's hair a last rough tug before going back down between the human's legs.  

For the first time Gerhard exposed his hardened cock, pulling it out of his briefs and rubbing it.  It was long, veiny, the tip a dark pink color.  

Using one hand, he gripped Den's ass and spread the hole some, his other hand guiding the head of his cock into the warm, tight entrance.  He was going slow on purpose, still having fun tormenting the young man.  He entered millimeter by millimeter.  

The human would be able to feel Gerhard's cock twitching and throbbing inside him

Den's tongue laved over his lips slowly as Ger settled between his legs.

He parted his thighs eagerly for the Vampire.

He bit his lip, eyes on the man's cock as he pulled it out of his briefs and stroked it.

Den wanted that. He wanted it pounding into him and causing him to ache for days.

He wasn't disappointed as he felt it push into him slowly.

A pleased groan sounded as he tried to push down a little and take the man into him faster. He wanted to feel him deep inside of him.

Gerhard was an individual who had an amazing sense of self control when it came to his body. Be it pain endurance or arousal, he controlled himself.

Denzel Ellis was the opposite of that. And Gerhard loved it. He loved needy people, the ones who writhed and twisted and bucked and moaned. The made him hot, they excited him.

In his own mind he imagined that Den was a prisoner of war, and that he was allowed to interrogate him using whatever means of torture he wanted.

It was a fantasy that Gerhard had, something he loved. And seeing the welts and blood on Den's thin, masculine body made it even better.

With each push he got more rough, went in more deep. He wasn't pounding into Den yet. But he'd get there, and he'd get there soon.

Den felt like a prisoner.

Tied up, held in place as Ger did whatever he wanted to his body.

It excited him. Ger could do anything. He could play with him; wind him up and leave him. Force him through numerous releases and then force him further.

Ger could do anything to him.

Anything at all.

The excitement of that thought had him groaning loudly to himself as his hips rocked downwards again.

As Gerhard picked up speed, his body slapped against Den's ass.

He held a firm grip on the young man's thighs as he fucked him harder and harder from behind.

His hard member rammed in roughly now, he wasn't teasing or going slow anymore.

The man's pace got quicker and quicker and his face was one of an intense, serious look; a look he always had when fucking someone.

Den's lips parted in loud cries when Ger's hips thrust into him roughly.

His hips rocked and bucked, pressing himself down as Ger thrust into him.

He bit his lip as he felt Ger's his rocked into his harder and harder. He could hear his heartbeat hammering in his ear; the slap of skin against skin with each thrust; his little gasps and cries.

"Ja, weinen meine kleine Haustier." Gerhard murmured with a sick grin, thoroughly enjoying what he was seeing and hearing.

This was good sex. And unlike some people, Den was more than willing to submit his body for Ger's pleasure.

It didn't matter either way to Gerhard, but at least with Den he knew he wouldn't have to leave a body behind. He could let this one live.

He liked letting them live every now and then.

Den couldn't understand Ger's words.

He couldn't concentrate for long enough to even listen to the words right now.

He was too distracted by the delicious feeling of Ger thrusting into him hard and fast.

Den was happy to submit to Ger as much as he could. He adored the feeling of being used so completely like this.

Gerhard's breathing was heavy, and his muscles flexed as he roughly rammed himself into the human. He had to admit, he was impressed with how much of a masochist Den was. Not many could take the pain he was inflicting, let alone enjoy it.

This human was a rare kind among his species.

Definitely worth letting live.

He reaches his hand up and pinched Den's nipple mercilessly. He sunk his nails in and twisted. He wanted to hear the poor human scream. Of course he never stopped his thrusting while doing this either.

Den strived for pain.

It was the pain that let him know he was alive. The strong emotion that ran with letting someone control his body and the physical cues were what kept Den going.

His back arched and he gave a cry as nails sunk into his skin and his nipples were pulled and tortured.

He wasn't quite screaming.

Yet.

Amazing. This one's pain threshold was most impressive to the sadistic German man.

He thrusted and pushed into Den's body as deep as he could, as rough as possible. Which was pretty damn rough. Rough enough that most would be writhing and crying out without the other tortures Den had endured.

With the hand that was steadying Den's hips, he let his nails dig into the flesh deep and drag along the outside of the human's thigh. In it's wake a dark trail of blood followed.

The scent of blood aroused Gerhard even more. The metallic tang delighted his senses and filled him with desire, which he channeled into lust.

The rougher pace and the nails carving his thighs were what made the boy come undone.

He cried out loudly, thrashing against the man as his hips continued to rock.

Den bit his lip roughly, panting as he writhed.

His thighs trembled as he felt heat pool.

"I need to come," he groaned.

A grin stretched to Gerhard's face.

"Not yet." He said, his voice authoritative.

He certainly didn't let up on his aggressiveness. Now that he had Den doing what he wanted, he wasn't going to stop until it was over.

And he had no intention of it being over yet.

"Oh God." His voice was a breathless, desperate moan.

His lips quivered in a soundless cries as his body trembled in the Vampire's grasp.

"Please. Oh God, please!"

He didn't know how much of this he could take.His body was trembling, the promise of pleasure was so great and so close. He didn't know if he could hold out like Gerhard wanted.

"Please. Please."

Gerhard closed his eyes and let Den's plea's resonate in his ears. Hearing a grown man make those desperate sounds brought the most insane pleasure to the sadistic man's entire being.

He lived for it.

"You will be sorry if you disobey, wurm" He warned in a threatening grunt.

Den wouldn't have to wait too much longer though if he kept up his begging. The very sounds sent Gerhard's body aflame.