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Angel blinked into consciousness in the darkness. He was naked, tied hand and foot to a chair, blindfolded and gagged.
He wasn’t afraid. He knew immediately that this was a scene. The restraints were all satin – he had picked them out himself on a date with Val. He had no pain anywhere in his body – the ties chafed a little, but not outside his “green” window of tolerance. He could move his foot well enough to signal the non-verbal safe word. He wasn’t even cold.
He shouted into the gag experimentally, and was immediately rewarded by a low moan from Val, somewhere on his right.
“Finally ready to play, princess?” his warm breath on Angel’s neck made his blood run hot.
Angel shook his head wildly and yelled again behind the gag.
SMACK.
A slap cracked across his face. Angel groaned as he felt his cock begin to stiffen.
“Shut up, whore,” growled Val, who must be crouching in front of him. His guess was confirmed as Val’s hands came down on Angel’s thighs, forcing them apart. “No one is coming to save you.”
Angel moaned again and he heard Val laugh. He felt his legs being spread farther, and his breath began to grow ragged as he felt the cold air on his flushed pussy. After a moment of confusion at the touch of metal, he discerned a wide spreader bar was being fastened between his legs. He almost forgot to struggle as he melted into the force prying him open for Val.
“Shut you up easy, bitch,” chuckled Val, somewhere between Angel’s thighs.
Angel shouted some more, but was indeed quickly dissolved under Val’s tongue on his clit. Soon his cries were of ecstasy, though he thought he was a good enough actor to make them sound at least somewhat terrified.
Val tore off his gag. “You’re a pitiful excuse for a captive,” he laughed indulgently.
“You won’t get a word outta me, I ain’t no rat!” shouted Angel.
“We’ll see about that,” said Val, slapping him.
Angel felt the endorphins begin to release in his mind. “You’ll hafta do betta than that wiseguy, you’re not even heavy.”
The slap came from the other side this time. Angel stifled a moan. “What makes you so sure? Given your whorish show a few seconds ago, I think I’ve got you in the palm of my hand.”
“Do your worst,” said Angel, jutting his chin. Val slapped Angel’s pussy. Angel moaned. Val laughed. “No fair!”
“Some tough guy you are,” he could hear Val’s smile.
“Lemme try again,” said Angel. “I don’t even have a character!”
All of a sudden Val’s hands were on his throat, and Angel struggled in a moment of real fear.
“Okay bitch,” said Val in his ear, dangerously. “Try again.”
He had a paddle now and struck Angel’s cunt with it again.
“Is that the best ya got ya fuckin stooge?” rasped Angel.
“Oh I’ve only just begun,” Val’s voice was sinister and playful, grabbing Angel’s heart and squeezing it. His hands found their way back to Angel’s labia, letting his claws scrape them as Angel threw his head back with a strangled sound. “You know what I think, putito?”
“What?” Angel was struggling to breathe, much less speak.
“This is the most excited you’ve been since our little game began.” Val let go of him and Angel gasped for air. “I think you don’t want a roleplay. I think you want the real thing.” He kicked the chair Angel was tied to, and Angel fell, hitting his head hard.
“Fuck, Val, mercy!” he pulled the safeword, head swimming. He was suddenly glad he couldn’t see, he was too overwhelmed. “What the hell was that for?”
“Don’t be a little bitch, Angie, you didn’t like the game!” Val rolled Angel onto his back, still tied to the chair. “And I’m not going to waste a perfectly good concussion.”
“No no no, the game was good!” Angel squirmed. “Fuck, am I bleeding?”
“Gets you hard, doesn’t it, baby?” Val was smug above him, spreading Angel’s legs wider. His finger was in Angel’s mouth now, metallic with what must be Angel’s own blood. He sucked it clean and felt the shiver run down his body.
“Mercy, Val, I’m done playing,” he said, a little softer this time. Val’s chuckle came rich as velvet. Without a word, he sank into Angel’s cunt, a pressure Angel could barely process with his murky mind.
The confusion spinning through his head was akin to being high, and Angel let himself ride it as Val fucked him, pleasure swirling through his consciousness. Forced to enjoy it, his body, stupid and disoriented, opened itself up to Val, under praise Angel could barely hear.
“Eso es, querido. Te pones tan sexy cuando sangras. Apuesto a que ni siquiera puedes entenderme, ¿verdad? Buen chico. Mira qué bonito eres. Coño…. Solo quiero violar esa carito tan lindo.”
Val was panting over him and Angel was floating, dizzy and euphoric in sensation. Still blindfolded, Val’s cock controlled him completely, too lost to find any port in the storm.
“Look how vulnerable you are…..” Angel felt a line of drool drip from his mouth and heard Val growl above him. “Just a needy slut who needs daddy to take care of him…” Angel’s head hurt too much to nod, though the way it was lolling from being fucked, he probably looked like he was nodding anyway.
Angel was close, his body singing for Val far more than he consciously realized, completely laid bare for him to play as he pleased. Val began to cum, grabbing Angel’s cock as he let himself go. The pleasure drove him higher and higher as Val pumped Angel’s cock, forcing him past the edge of orgasm.
Angel came with such intensity that he couldn’t remember it properly afterwards.
And suddenly it was all over. Val released him and unbound his eyes, lifting him and bringing him to the bathroom before Angel could say a word.
“Wha-” Angel was too tired to finish the sentence. He had just cum. He wanted nothing more than to sleep.
“No no no tontito, keep your eyes on me,” Val said, soft insistence. “No sleeping yet.”
“But I wanna….”
“Too bad,” he said gently, setting Angel on the bathroom counter, where he perched precariously. Val heated a washcloth under the water. “Are you okay there?”
“I dunno…” Angel’s dizziness was setting in with a vengeance. Val placed the compress on his head and lifted him to the floor, setting him on a plush bathmat.
“Better,” he pronounced. “Now keep talking to me babycakes. How do you feel?”
“Weird,” said Angel as Val knelt next to him and began washing his fur with the cloth.
“Weird how?”
“Slow.”
“Coño, tan sexy,” Val breathed and then shook his head. “That’s good, I mean, normal. You’re going to feel a little slow Angie, but don’t fall asleep for me, okay?”
Angel nodded obediently, half asleep, with no intention of keeping his unspoken word.
“I mean it amorcito,” he said, taking his face in his hands “You gotta stay awake for the first four hours. Come on.” He helped Angel to stand and walked him to the couch instead of the bed. “What do you want to drink?”
Angel nestled into the couch. “Vodka?” Val turned on the popcorn maker.
“No alcohol,” Val responded. “Have some water.” He pressed a glass into Angel’s hands. Angel gulped at it greedily before stopping.
“Nauseous.”
“I know baby, that’s normal. Just take slow sips.” Val came to sit with him, rubbing his back while the popcorn popped. “I’m right here.”
Angel gave a small whimper and took another sip of the water. “Movie?”
“No screens, cariño. Let’s listen to some music, okay?” Val got up to turn off the popcorn and turn on his stereo system. Soon a bolero was floating through the air. Angel closed his eyes. Val sat down next to him. “Eyes open baby, what did I say? Now keep drinking water, and breathe, and later, if you’re not nauseous, I’ll make you some hot chocolate, okay?”
Angel nodded and snuggled into his arms.
Val kissed his cheek. “You did so good for me, baby.”
“I said mercy,” he whispered into his glass of water.
“Don’t worry mi vida, I knew you didn’t mean it.”