In the Air Chapter 5
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Halsin almost dropped his book when the apartment door opened. He was allowed into the library, and he had been explicitly allowed to use a chair, but he still knelt next to it, the book on the table. With his head down, Halsin listened to the footfalls in the hall.
Tarlyn. Alone.
It wasn't unusual. But if Mistress wasn't going to join them, this would be torture.
"Bedroom. Undress, wait there." Tarlyn swatted at Halsin with a glove the second he wasn't immediately on his feet after the command. A mere slap to the shoulder, but a sign of things to come.
Hurrying to the bedroom, Halsin did as he was told, kneeling next to the bed. With time, Halsin had learned what pleased Tarlyn when he wasn't with Mistress, although it remained a guessing game. If Tarlyn wanted to punish him, he would find an excuse for it.
Halsin had time to still his mind as well as he could before Tarlyn pushed open the door. He brought the scent of wine, the heavy kind Mistress would sometimes indulge in. Tarlyn certainly had, he was not quite steady on his feet, strands of hair escaping from his braid. He was dressed as if for celebration, loose pants in high boots and an immaculate white tunic under a long embroidered jacket, cut to show off his waist. It wasn't hard to see what Mistress found in him, although Halsin suspected she valued his cruelty more than his beauty.
"Hands on your back."
Halsin thought about how easy it would be to grab him. Break his neck, bite his throat, smash his skull against the stone floor. He thought about it every time Tarlyn visited him alone. He thought about it while he allowed himself to be shackled, his hands bound and a metal collar with a chain around his neck.
Clipping the chain to an iron ring in the floor, Tarlyn gave it just enough slack that Halsin could kneel upright. That ring had been the center of Halsin's world for months after being brought to the house, back when he had been kept chained almost permanently. Mistress never used it any more. Tarlyn used it every time.
Tarlyn stepped back, unlacing his pants and letting his gaze wander across Halsin. His face was the same blank mask Mistress wore, but his was cracking and anger leaked out from it.
"I don't know why she ever allowed you out of this room. You belong right here." Taking himself in hand, Tarlyn stepped in front of Halsin. "Now open your mouth."
"Please, may I take out the plug?" Halsin knew it wasn't smart to talk, but Tarlyn always delighted in making him spend against his will. And Halsin couldn't be sure Tarlyn remembered he was wearing it. He waited for an answer, keeping his mouth open like Tarlyn had demanded.
"Can you?" The smile curling Tarlyn's lips said that he remembered very well Halsin was wearing the plug, and had no intention of allowing him to take it out.
"You need to give me permission. Please—"
"Why would I do that. She had it made just for you and she wants you to wear it. So you will." Tarlyn dragged his cock across Halsin's lips before thrusting into his mouth, fucking him with slow rolls of his hips. He kept it shallow, cock resting heavily on Halsin's tongue and leaving a musky taste. "Even if I wanted, I couldn't. She made sure no one but her can allow it. You will simply have to control yourself."
One hand buried in Halsin's hair, Tarlyn gripped it hard enough to hurt, pulling him forward and sinking his cock down Halsin's throat. Halsin was used to that. He caught a breath when he could and made sure to swallow at the right moment. It won him a pleased moan from Tarlyn but not gentler treatment.
Stepping even closer so Halsin had nowhere to go, Tarlyn thrust himself as deep as he could, and stayed. His free hand strayed to Halsin's throat, petting the bulge of himself with the back of one finger. Halsin dug his nails into his palms, desperate for air. He froze when Tarlyn squeezed, only for a moment, before finally allowing him to take one short breath and thrusting right back in.
Foamy spit ran down Halsin's chin and flecked his chest when Tarlyn withdrew, stroking himself. There was no longer any trace of drunkenness in Tarlyn's gaze. It was cold and sharp, considering Halsin like a piece of meat to be cut.
Mouth open, Halsin waited for what Tarlyn would do, fighting the urge to cough. If he was lucky, Tarlyn would be content with having his pleasure. But he hadn't felt lucky since the moment he had been taken prisoners. Unless one counted the fact that he was a prisoner, and one with a privileged life. He had seen what happened to people who didn't catch the fancy of someone important.
Tarlyn rammed himself down Halsin's throat, holding him in place as Halsin gagged and tried to draw back out of a desperate instinct. Setting a fast pace, Tarlyn ruthlessly chased his peak. He cried out, thrust deep into Halsin and stayed, riding out his pleasure, hot liquid sluggishly trickling down Halsin's throat.
"Swallow." Tarlyn waited until Halsin had obeyed before withdrawing. He let go, allowing Halsin to fall forward on his hands, coughing and gagging.
"Don't you dare spit." Forcing Halsin to sit up again, Tarlyn pressed his hand over Halsin's mouth until he had managed to swallow all of Tarlyn's spend and his own saliva, the taste bitter enough to make him queasy.
"Good boy. Do you want to spend?" It was clear which answer was expected but the sheer agony of the plug was fresh enough in Halsin's mind that he grew dizzy with it.
"Please, no—"
A slap to the face whipped his head around, a handprint of blazing heat on his cheek.
"I don't think I heard you quite right."
"Yes. Please, allow me to spend." Halsin hoped that Tarlyn wouldn't merely order him to take care of it himself. He was sure he wouldn't manage.
His legs shook with a swirling mixture of relief and dread when Tarlyn ordered him to stand and bend over, giving the chain barely enough slack. Tarlyn wandered behind him, trailing one hand down Halsin's spine, over his ass and between his thighs. He took hold of the leather bindings around Halsin's wrists, staggering him with a quick pull backwards and then waiting until Halsin had regained his balance, legs spread wide. The soft noise of the dresser sliding open and the click of glass against glass gave Halsin warning before a cool weight was placed on his back. Not one of the big ones, at least.
Halsin breathed as deeply as he could, closing his eyes and bracing himself for the pain. Mistress had told him that he would be hurt if he tried to remove the plug without permission, but she hadn't mentioned anything about spending with it in place. Perhaps she thought it impossible.
He flinched when Tarlyn dragged a finger across his hole and then pushed inside, giving him barely time to adjust before adding a second. Tarlyn had made a study out of the best ways to touch Halsin, and he used the knowledge to torture him. Halsin had never had a lover who knew so exactly what to do. Some of the things Tarlyn did he hadn't even known he liked. He wished he had had the time to find out with someone who cared, someone who wouldn't use the knowledge to turn Halsin's body against himself.
"If you stay this tense, it's going to hurt even more."
Halsin bit hard on his tongue to control the irrational urge to laugh. Tarlyn had forced him to take so many of the toys in the drawer with much less preparation that this. Even at its worst, none of it had been able to compare to what the plug would do.
When Tarlyn did finally shove the toy into him, it was barely uncomfortable. But it was shaped in such a way that it pressed down right on that sensitive spot behind Halsin's cock, the textured head rippling across and sending a flash of pleasure through him. The pain followed like thunder after lighting, making Halsin whimper, no air in his lungs left for anything else.
"If you scream, I will pull that plug out of you." The casual tone of Tarlyn's voice frightened Halsin more than anything. There was no doubt in his mind that Tarlyn would do it.
Struggling to stay on his feet, his whole body shaking as if in a fever, Halsin clenched his teeth to keep as quiet as he could. Wave after wave of blinding agony crashed into him, the pleasure a steady undertow, never quite strong enough to carry him away. Every time he thought he had managed, the plug sliced into him, cruel thorns stretching and retreating in a pulsing rhythm.
In the dim room, the stone in the ring glinted bright and he fixed his eyes on it. The green light shattered into a hundred facets every time he blinked away the tears gathering in his eyes. He was crying in heaving, silent sobs, too overwhelmed to tell how long this had lasted already or how close he was to his release.
It came with no warning. For a moment, he had miserable, aching pleasure, his balls drawing up tight. And then the pain caught up with him in a roaring storm, dragging him under.
Halsin found himself curled up on the floor with his legs drawn to his chest, shivering hard. He hurt all over. His knees from falling, his wrists from pulling on his bonds, his cock and balls from being forced to spend. Tarlyn was walking around behind him, putting things in order. He had taken the chain, collar and bindings off Halsin and now slid the toy drawer shut before coming to hunker down in front of Halsin, his anger hidden behind a satisfied smile.
"It has been a while since I made you cry."
Not for lack of trying. But after the first few months, Halsin had grown numb to some of Tarlyn's favourite cruelties. They still hurt, or humiliated, but not quite as much. He doubted he would ever grow numb to this, though.
"Clean yourself up. She might want you in the bed later." Tarlyn frowned at Halsin and cast a spell, muttering under his breath. The pain in Halsin's knees and wrists went away. There would be no bruises. The hollow ache in his balls was there to stay.
Walking out without another glance, Tarlyn left him alone. It took Halsin a long time to find the strength to stand. He only made it to the bathroom by holding on to the wall and once he was there, he collapsed to his knees again and threw up into the basin. It burned his already raw throat and took what little strength he had gathered. But he knew he had to be back in the bedroom soon, so he crawled into the shower and reached for the chain. It slipped from his fingers a few times before he finally caught it, raining icy water down on himself.
He was shivering so hard that he barely was able to dry himself off, ending up wrapped in a big towel until he had warmed up just a little. The way back to the bedroom seemed endless, each step a monumental task. When he had finally reached his bedroll, Halsin curled up under the blanket, one hand cradling his cock and balls against himself in an effort to soothe the pain.
He was woken by voices a moment before the bedroom door opened. Mistress almost stumbled inside, supporting herself on Tarlyn's arm. She was dressed in silky robes of the lightest blue, carrying with her the same scent of wine Tarlyn had. Shrugging of her clothes, she crawled onto the bed and lay down with a heavy sigh, turning her head to face Halsin where he was kneeling on his bedroll.
"Come up here. Hold me." Her tongue stumbled over the words, her eyes half-lidded. Halsin joined her, gathering her up in his arms. She nestled into him and lay still, her head pillowed on his forearm, one hand resting on Tarlyn's chest after he had dragged the blanket over them. Guarding her reverie, they shared her bed in an uneasy truce.
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