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Post by Behax on Jul 30, 2013 22:55:23 GMT
When he felt Brahm’s hand wrap around the shaft of his hard cock, teasing him and stroking him he let out a choked moan. Still keeping his eyes closed tightly in what was becoming a feeble effort to keep the feelings of arousal at bay. His mind was fast losing the battle against his body and the things Brahm was making it want.
His back arched a little and he let out a short, sharp gasp as the incubus kissed him in his most tender and sensitive places. Soon pre-cum was beginning to drip from his cock as he continue still to hold it back, but really he knew it was a miracle he’d lasted this long given how inexperienced he was.
He was dizzy with the effort of not giving his captor what he wanted and his mind swimming with pleasure and ecstasy that he couldn’t even form the words to beg Brahm to stop anymore.
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Post by Grimm on Sept 12, 2013 3:47:56 GMT
Brahm kept his steady pace of strokes, fingers gripping with just the right amount of pressure around his pet's erection. He used the slick pre-cum to lubricate the motion, allowing his illustrious touch to glide even more effortlessly over the tender skin.
The incubus poured all his attention into making his captive reach ecstasy and even though he wanted to see the emotions in Cameron's eyes, he made no such command for him to open them. He would let the half angel keep them squeezed tight, there would be pliantly of time to see that lust in those fantastic eyes, plenty of encounters where he could feed off the raw emotions he hoped he would see in them one day.
He kissed along the boy's jaw line until his heated breath came to pulse in his pet's ear. "You are beautiful…so very beautiful…" he whispered the sweet nothings into Cameron's ear, watching the boy's body heave with restrained pleasure.
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Post by Behax on Sept 12, 2013 22:22:07 GMT
It was too much, too much pleasure and too much ecstasy coursing through his body and drowning his mind. He shuddered at the hot breath that rolled over his ear and the words at how beautiful he was. Every touch and every word pushed him closer to climaxing and he no longer had the ability to home it back. His fingers scratched at the surface underneath them.
He came with a choked moan, covering his own chest and stomach with his white essence. His skin was hot to the touch and his mind confused, muggy and tortured. He was breathing heavily, gasping.
((Sorry it's short.))
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Post by Grimm on Oct 3, 2013 16:15:57 GMT
And when his captive orgaismed Brahm felt his victory rippen just a little more. His large cock was heavy against Cameron's pulsing spent erection. His hand that had been stroking the delicate flesh captured some of the warm white esseances and began to rim the edge of his virgin hole, growing a little bolder with each breath he began to stretch the opening.
He didn't want to rip his new pet and ruin any pleasure that could be had the next couple of nights...although Brahm was sometimes hardcore when it came to pain and pleasure...but his newly bought pet wasn't. Two fingers became three fingers and Brahm readied the tip of his penis into the tight opening. "remember to breathe..." He warned, slowly thrusting his length into the cavity. He stayed there for sometime to allow Cameron's opening to relax before Brahm began to rock his hips, thrusting and pulling his engorged cock into his pets ass.
The pale blue eyes fixated on Cameron's face to soak up any of the emotion he saw there into his memory. While he pumped, his hands parted Cameron's legs a little more, pushing them up to the boys chest. The sex dolls once again began to moan in their empty shells. His thrust became more powerful and deeper as he went on.
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Post by Behax on Oct 12, 2013 20:52:47 GMT
Cameron panted softly in the aftermath of his orgasm; the pleasure fading leaving only the emotional confusion. He hissed quietly and painfully as he felt Brahm’s fingers stretching him slowly. He gasped painfully once more when Brahm pushed a third finger into him.
The half-breeds breath hitched as the incubus pushed into him slowly; he whimpers and every muscle in his body seems to tighten in response to the pain. He wishes Brahm would just pull out but he doesn’t even have the ability to beg to be let go. He gulps down air with shuddering breaths, some of his body relaxing but still remains a little taut.
Once his captor starts to thrust into him, forcing Cameron’s knees to his chest, he chokes out a pained sob, his back arching upwards towards the other’s body slightly. His eyes open just a crack, already brimming with tears which slowly fall down the sides of his face.
His body was beginning to become aroused again though this time Cameron couldn’t feel it, all he felt at this point was various types of pain, physical and emotional.
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Post by Grimm on Dec 12, 2013 6:59:22 GMT
As the Incubus continued to violate his virgin, he did so with the most restrained of desires. There was a dark desire that sat just under the pale serenity that Brahm portrayed, a desire to use and abuse the creature in his clutches, to rip and claw at the flesh for his own sadistic desire. At one time there could of been a glimpse of guilt in those pale blue eyes as he watched the tears fall from his captives eyes, but those days had long since faded…
A steady pace was kept, until he was able to sink his cock deep into Cameron's cavity and he lingered there, pushed to the base, flesh to flesh, his bulging balls laid across the spread crevice of Cameron's ass. The pain across his pet's face excited him and he felt himself trying to press himself deeper, but he still had yet to release although he was sitting on the brink. Brahm released Cameron's legs letting his fingers rake across the flesh and to the sides of young man's face, leaning in closer as if to inhale the life that Cameron panted from his lips.
"How exceptional…." He whispered brushing cheek against cheek as he ever so slowly began to withdraw his cum engorged cock from Cameron's tight ass. "Everyone will dull in comparison…now that I have you." White tendrils of hair kissed at his skin, and Brahm ran his fingers through Cameron' s strands before grasping them tightly and with a not so gentle thrust buried himself deep with his pet's body once more, his large cock pulsing as he released his seed. There he remained for sometime as he relished in his release of pleasure, the victory of his conquest. A deep inhale brought their mixed scent deep into his nose and it also brought the desire to take more from his pet, but his hips remained still in an incredible show of self control.
With a groan he withdrew from Cameron, knowing he would have to take his time with the newly former virgin. He didn't want to break him, either in body or in mind….but spirit was another matter. That he would cruelly twist and manipulate it to his liking, for Brahm was mysteriously wicked in his ways.
A doll was quick to retrieve a towel for him and he cleaned himself up, but left Cameron covered in a the sticky substance. Still naked he sat on the couch admiring his newly used pet and he would do so in silence.
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Post by Behax on Dec 23, 2013 0:12:48 GMT
When he felt Brahm's hands on his face Cameron titled his own back, trying if only a little to get away from his captor in any way possible. He wanted this man to know that he wasn't going to get his compliance.
He wasn't listening to his captors words, and a brief glimmer of hope crossed his mind when he felt him withdraw, only for it to be cruelly smote when he felt the tug of his hair and the rough thrust back into his body. He gave a pained cry, his body releasing a second time though Cameron himself was scarcely aware of it. He was more aware of Brahm's orgasm then he was of his own, squirming and trying to pull away as he felt himself being filled.
Though he was relieved when the incubus did finally pull out his body lost none of its tension despite Cameron feeling exhausted. He turned his face away when Brahm sat down to admire his work. The half-breed had never felt so intensely or intimately violated, so wretched or filthy.
He wanted to go home.
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Post by Grimm on Jan 15, 2014 5:45:21 GMT
Brahm's ghostly blue eyes swallowed every ounce of suffering that Cameron displayed. The Incubus could see the emotion gathering around the young man like a frigid mist, but remorse was beyond Brahm's compacity. He had thrown those useless feelings out long ago...this was the world...cruel and unforgiving.
Just when it seemed like his silence observation would continue, the Incubus finally spoke. "Maybe, you can go home..." Brahm stirred from his seat on the couch and approached his bound slave on the lounging chair. "But it would require you to pay off your debt. I paid quite the pretty penny for you." He had been thinking of a way to deal with Cameron in order to have his full cooperation.
The sinful creature took a seat on the chair, fingertips hovering just above Cameron's skin. He leaned in close, his lips just short of caressing the half-angel's ear. "If I was never to violate you again, I could see you working off your debt to me in 15 years." Brahm whispered gently before sitting back up.
"The other option of course will leave you bound to this chair a slave with no future." He added in as a servant doll came to clean mess off cameron with a cold wet wash rag.
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Post by Behax on Jan 24, 2014 21:12:54 GMT
"Maybe, you can go home..."
That grabbed Cameron's attention, he slowly turned his head to face Brahm. When his blue eyes met the other's there was pain there and also the beginnings of hate already stirring. He listened to as he Brahm explained the condition to him ever leaving, it filled him with bile and spite to think that this man expected to be repaid.
He closed his eyes when Brahm lent in close to him to whisper in his ear, fully expecting him to start again. "If I was never to violate you again, I could see you working off your debt to me in 15 years."
It wasn't until the incubus pulled away that he opened his eyes again, only for his skin to be met with a cold wet wash cloth. He jolted and pulled slightly, shuddering slightly. "What do you want from me?" Cameron asked seriously doubting there wasn't some other agenda behind this, or that Brahm wouldn't touch him like that again.
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Post by Grimm on Jan 28, 2014 4:50:13 GMT
The attention his new pet directed toward him made the Incubus smile just a bit on the inside. He wanted to make Cameron feel as if he ever had a chance of controlling his own destiny.
"What do you want from me?"
"You're cooperation as my pet. You're company as my companion. You're services as my servant and you're body for its pleasure." Brahm's voice sung like angels music caught in chains while his hand hovered just a breath away from Cameron's now clean skin, the power of seduction permeating through mere proximity.
"Of course, if I have to force myself upon you I'll only pay you half of what it would of been worth." Another doll took the place of the one that was cleaning Cameron and began to draw a circle on Cameron's chest along with other script.
"I do hate Demonologist, but they do have their uses." Brahm explained as the doll drew a smaller circle with script on the back of the incubuses pale hand. He nicked open his thumb with his teeth and completed the circle with the blood from his thumb. Both designs glowed before dissolving into light and leaving not a trace of it behind.
Only afterward did Brahm unlock Cameron's bonds, freeing him from the lounging chair. "So what will it be? Will you accept this new offer or remain just a slave?" The Incubus asked not bothering to tell Cameron what he had just done to him. Brahm had created a weak bond between to two, in which Brahm was able to extend pleasures and punishment without having to do much other then will it. He remained seated next to the now freed Cameron, calm and collected knowing the young half angel would be unable to leave the room, let alone the penthouse.
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Post by Behax on Feb 28, 2014 22:25:47 GMT
"You're cooperation as my pet. You're company as my companion. You're services as my servant and you're body for its pleasure."
Cameron's eyes narrowed, that sentence by its very nature seemed to contradict the previous one in so many ways. "That seems to contradict your notion of, not, violating me," Cameron points out, thought with some difficulty. He could tell the aura coming off of Brahm was doing something to him.....clouding his judgement. The angel in him offered some resistance, but he was only a half-blood after all, he was no where near as strong as a full blooded angel.
Again he tried to pull away when the doll began to draw the circle on his chest. He had no experience with this sort of thing, but his instincts told him what was happening was bad. He hissed with displeasure when it glowed and disappeared. It wasn't visible but he knew it was still there, he could feel some sort of restriction on him.
Once freed he sat up, placing a hand on his chest where the circle had been. "What did you just do?" He ignored Brahm's question to make his own, defiance in his blue eyes as he asked it.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 6, 2014 4:25:15 GMT
Brahm felt his black heart skip a beat with the defiance he saw in the brilliant blue eyes his pet was blessed with. Perhaps there was a hint of an upward curve in the very corner of the Incubus' pale rose colored lips that betrayed the pleasure he got from new pets. Hopefully this young white haired beauty would entertain him longer then the last one. Brahm felt a demonstration was in order.
"Think of it as your leash." Brahm turned the back of his hand to show Cameron, the circle design slowly starting to appear again. "Punishment," A pale finger stroked the circle to the left. The young angel would of felt pain equal to how far Brahm 'dialed' the strenght. Brahm increased his stroke to the left.
"Or Pleasure," Brahm reversed the direction in which he caressed the symbol on the back of his hand with the finger from his other hand. The pain the half angel would of felt stopped completely and another feeling would of started to pulse in Cameron's loins. As he continued to turn up the pleasure, Cameron would of felt nothing short of estacy.
"And I never said I wouldnt violate you again. I said IF i was never to violate you again, but that's a pretty big if." Pale blue eyes watched for a time before he stopped the demonstration, the circle fading once again like it was never there.
Just below Brahms placid exterior was a sexual beast screaming to ravish the flesh from Cameron's bones, but one would never know it. "Would you like another demonstration?"
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Post by Grimm on Oct 9, 2014 18:53:09 GMT
The months passed in slow succession for Brahm as he trained his new pet, mixing pleasure and punishment. As each month passed, he would reward Cameron with a little extra freedom to roam his spacious penthouse which included two whole floors with the added bonus of granting him a few articles of clothing. It was how he usually trained his new toys, but his approach with Cameron was a little less forced. He liked the boy, liked the spirit he saw in his eyes and in some tiny way felt pity towards the half angel.
As for Brahm, he went about his usual business of trading pleasure for a high price often leaving his new pet to his own devices while he worked, only to return in the morning for a little satisfaction of his own.
But tonight would be different. As his servants dressed him in layer upon layer of extravagant clothing, his pale blue gaze never left the distance moon that hovered just over the edge of the city. It would be a new moon in a few days and the Incubus felt the desire to haunt the underground streets of the marketplace. Cameron was offered humble black clothing to cover the nakedness that Brahm required of him while in his company.
"You will accompany me tonight my Pet, but please know this," the words were soft as they left his pale pink lips turning his eyes to Cameron. "Escape is futile." His low voice cooed with a soothing tone, reaching out to brush a single finger down his properties cheek. He didn't feel as if he needed to remind him of the unseen leash connecting the two together through the bond that Brahm had placed on Cameron after the incubus brought him home.
In silence Brahm led them from his home on the top floor of the lavish hotel and into a service elevator that descended down into the underground labyrinth of tunnels. It was dark and dank, with little light to guide the way as he walked along the cobblestone walkway. And then the cramped passageway gradually grew larger until they were in the Underground City.
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Post by Behax on Oct 9, 2014 20:25:04 GMT
Cameron hadn't known what hate felt like, not in his whole short life. Now however he was sure, he understood what it was. He hated the way Brahm touched him, looked at him, spoke to and of him. He could even go so far as to say he hated the very demon himself. Most of all he hated himself, he hated that some part of him was being made to enjoy this. In his distress his childhood mutism had resurfaced, and he hardly spoke. The only people inside his cage, and it was a cage no matter how wide the border got, that he didn't hate were Brahm's servants....No he pitied them. They had no souls nor wills of their own, and he hated Brahm for that too.
Usually Cameron would keep to himself, as far away from his 'master' as was physically possible, keeping himself inconspicuous. Not that it ever actually worked for long. He was a play thing to this demon, there to sate his his boredom and desire for carnal pleasure. The longer things dragged on, the colder Cameron felt. The more aware he became of a burning in his chest, it was the bond connecting him to his jailer, and it felt like it was cutting him off from part of himself. Something he hadn't known was there before. It was probably the part that was starting to bother him more than anything else.
He dressed himself in clothes he was offered, and took little heed of the warning. He already knew, the leash wasn't the only thing preventing his escape. Cameron was only a half-breed, he was half angel that had wings but couldn't fly, he doubted running would prove very effective either, and he had no weapon (that he knew of) to call his own, that he could fight with.
He followed in silence to the elevator, and through the tunnels, he didn't ask where they were going and he couldn't even bring himself to feel joy at actually leaving the pent house. He heard the market before they arrived, the noise of many voices talking all at once. When they got there he had to admit he'd never seen...Or felt anything like it. There were more supernatural being here than Cameron could ever imagine seeing, and all mingling with humans, watched over head by the guards, there to prevent trouble before it starts. (Now there were many more than there used to be following a certain incident years ago.) The air was filled with intentions, good and bad, and it was all a little overwhelming.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 9, 2014 23:30:24 GMT
Brahm paused for a brief moment, taking in the sight of the market, it's smells, it's memories. It wasn't often that he choose to visit and when he did it was always near the auction block to purchase slaves, but those times were few and far between. He continued on at a leisurely pace letting his eyes wander back and forth between the market stalls, shops and buildings. From time to time he would reach out to let his gloved fingers stroke Cameron's luscious white hair, almost as if he was reassuring himself that he wasn't here alone. Although he didn't show it, Brahms stomach was tying itself into knots remembering the madness that he had become lost to during his stay here.
Even with all the layers of clothing he used to cover himself, it was hard to douse the charisma that radiated from the Incubus. As he passed, strangers gazes would follow him for a time being, those of a weaker will would find themselves drawn to him as he neared but he would wave them away, uninterested in what they had to offer.
The further he wandered into the market, the more he began to have doubts that returning here as a good idea. In an uncharacteristic gesture he pulled at his collar, feeling as if it had grown tight against his throat. Lusive's stall was just up ahead and Brahm felt a little insecure about returning to such a time in his past.
Startled by what he thought may have been a glimpse of the vampire, the Incubus turned and grabbed Cameron, forcing him into a narrow passage way between shops, pinning him up against the wall. He pressed his body against his pets and buried his face into the boys neck. His bottom lip quivered, his breath hitched upon Cameron's warm skin, nerves rattled. It had been years since he had felt this raw emotion of fear and over what?
He chuckled at himself and his foolish behavior, like some frightened child. In an attempt to brush away the emotion, he began to kiss Cameron's neck and jawline, finding a type of tranquillity in having his pet here. Even if the feeling wasn't mutual, it was reassuring that Cameron wasn't just another one of those empty husks he had surrounded himself with.
When he felt the calm return, Brahm ushered himself and his pet away from Lusive's stall wishing to see if a certain Oracle still lived. After all it was Frowly that had allowed him to peek into his future and it had been Frowly's affirmation that Septimus was still alive that lead him down this twisted path that he followed now.
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