Hounds and bitches, chap.20

Posted by admin on March 16th, 2008 filed in Hounds and Bitches

“Kiss me, dammit,” Keith whispered. He smiled darkly.
He pressed himself closer again and put his arms around Aodh’s neck.
“I think I like the darkness,” he said. “With you I like it.”

Aodh chuckled.
“That might just be the sweetest thing I’ve ever been told. You see - I believe it when you say it.”
But he said no more and granted Keith his wish. Those kisses were bittersweet and oh how delicious.

You crazy crazy man, no, creature of the darkness, Keith thought and answered each one of those kisses. Almost sweetly and tenderly. Almost.
This. This was life. This was what he wanted.

Aodh pulled his lips free, bleeding.
“Now fuck me. We have but little time. I believe you want to. I want to. I want you. Fuck me. Trust in me and fuck me.”

“Oh, I will,” Keith said and licked his lips. “We just need some grease.”

“Use the lotion, silly,” Aodh whispered.

Keith blushed. “See? You make me so horny I start to forget things,” he said, took the lotion and coated his fingers with it. Teasingly he went down, until he could start preparing Aodh and at the same time he kissed him hungrily. He would never get enough. Never.

Aodh moaned into those kisses. Hungry? Oh yes, damn starving. He clenched those muscles around Keith’s fingers and bit into his partner’s lower lip, nibbling on it.

Keith explored Aodh slowly, looking for that one special spot. So damn strange and wrong, but so right at the same time. Wasn’t like it was anyone’s business anyways. Besides them, of course.

The sought was soon to be found and Aodh threw his head backwards, groaning. “That… Yes. Right there. Oh dammit.” He laughed lowly.

“You sound like you like it,” Keith said with a smirk and continued teasing.

“Perhaps I… sound like I… seek revenge,” Aodh murmured and a moist finger slid inside Keith, going right at HIS magic spot.

Keith sighed softly, his eyes going wide. “That way we…won’t get to fucking…” he managed to say.

Aodh grinned. “I can keep that…up…whileyoufuckme!”

“No,” Keith whispered. “Can’t focus that way.”

An eyebrow rose.
“Oh well. Concentrate, aye? Alright then. Do concentrate. I cannot say I’d mind…” And Aodh laughed heartily.

Keith did find easier to concentrate now that he was not drowning in pleasure. He prepared himself as well, then pushed Aodh onto his back and slowly entered him. It was such a strange feeling, as he usually used to take only those fools who claimed to love him.
However, Aodh here was no fool.
Damn it, how tight and hot. Oh yes.
He looked at Aodh with half-lidded eyes full of lust, lips slightly parted, body burning. His hands were at Aodh’s hips, gripping pale flesh.

Aodh cried out. Would have been louder and his eyes spoke of it, but he muffled it into Keith’s lips and just shivered in pleasure. He laughed quietly and rather madly, arching upwards to have that wonderful cock even deeper. It hurt - a bit, it pleasured - gods how much.

“Oh yes,” Keith whispered into Aodh’s lips and began thrusting inside him. The sensations were overwhelming. But so good…
So damn good…

Aodh flung arms around Keith and pulled him closer, so that not even air could get between them. Nipple to nipple, skins meshing, becoming one, just as lips did.
He closed his eyes and forgot about the world. His darkness became Keith.

Keith also forgot himself inside Aodh, but he liked that. He liked being able to forget, to drown into this dirty mad pleasure, the single-minded simple movement of back and forth, the taste on his lips. Oh yes. He forgot.
He became faster and more fervent, as his pleasure peaked. He came with a low guttural growl, almost biting into Aodh’s lips, body wrecking in shudders.

Aodh caught him and held him, shudders meshing and creating a new symphonic rhythm. Hot seed flowing inside him and between them, gluing them together even stronger.

Keith just slumped on him, breath erratic and heart beating wildly.
“Damn good…” he whispered. Just that damn good. He smiled, his hair sticking in his eyes a little.

“Yes,” Aodh whispered. “So damn good.”
And then the door creaked. Somebody pulled it. Aodh jerked up, listening. If it was some servant or maid, they would find the door locked and leave. However, if it was not… Aodh held his breath, hands around Keith, still.

Keith also raised his head in confusion. Damn it.
Who could it be?
“Is the hunt over?” he asked Aodh with a very soft whisper. The prince was not supposed to be back, right? And what gave you the idea that the prince would want to see you again, stupid?

“Must be…” Aodh breathed in response.
But then the someone pulled again, stronger, and they could hear some surprised grunting.
Then the someone knocked.
“Father? Let me in, god dammit! I know you are back!”
“Seoras,” Aodh breathed. “What do you wish to do with him?”

“Could we?” Keith asked softly.
kill him, were the words he did not say. Because he did want to kill the bastard. He did.

Aodh nodded.
“But you will have to play it well,” he replied, hot breath going over Keith’s ear. “Seduce him, lure him. Nighttime. Drunk time. Sometimes the drunk take long walks on high places. Sometimes they slip and fall…”
Meanwhile Seoras kept banging at the door.
“Father, please. Let me in. I want to talk to you. I want to apologize.”

“Of course,” Keith replied wickedly, then pulled himself out and put a shirt on. He opened the door a little and peered out. “I am sorry, but your father is not here,” he said quietly.

“Keith,” Aodh hissed, but the lad had already gone to the door. So he had nothing better to do than to get a hold of his clothes and disappear behind the bath curtains.
Young sir Seoras certainly did look fancy in his new set of blue robes. But his face contorted in anger and disgust at the sight of Keith.
“Why you little rat,” Seoras fizzed. “Don’t you dare and lie to me. Why is the door locked if my father isn’t here? What court do YOU hold behind closed doors?!”

Oh, damn it. Seoras hated him. Well, now he had to make the bastard like him again. He could do it. Quickly he wracked his mind to come up with the best possible solution,
“I am sorry,” Keith replied, keeping his head down and his posture subservient. “I am sorry about what happened. I did not tell him anything. I kept the door closed, because I did not want to be disturbed.”
Then he raised his eyes and shivered as if he were slightly afraid.

Seoras still bore welts on his face, and pretty angry ones. After all, older Kester had not spared the whip. “Oh really? And you know what the goddamned geezer told me? That he’d disown me! Disown ME!”

“I…gods, I…he’s so old…I don’t want to be with him. Honestly. And…I think he kinda loves me…gross. He is crazy for me…but…I don’t like him at all…”

Seoras grinned, eyes still suspicious.
“So, you’re keeping the door locked, bolting the relic out? Or maybe hiding some young lover? We would have had some good time, you and me, if only the dirty old man hadn’t barged in like a maniac.”

Keith licked his lips slowly and lowered his voice.
“I truly enjoyed being with you. I loved the way you claimed me…” Keith took a deep breath and his cock twitched noticeably, because the shirt barely reached his hips. “It was like burning, so good…you made me ache, I so wanted to have you inside me.”
He took half a step forward, his flesh growing harder and his voice throatier with every word.

Seoras peered at him intently, as if trying to detect a possible lie, but he saw none, then how hard he looked. Instead he saw heat and a swelling cock. He just had to touch it to convince himself he wasn’t deceived. Nope, he wasn’t. NOBODY could fake a hard-on. If they didn’t like you, they were limp. They did not look and feel like this.
He smiled.
“You can still have it, you know. Yes you can. All you have to do is ask.”

Keith walked closer and pressed himself against Seoras.
“See? So hard for you. Yes. Yes, I want it. But not here. In your chamber, for example. He will never find out. I will not tell.”

Seoras laughed lowly, running fingers over Keith’s swelling.
“That’s right. You won’t. Because should I find out you have I shall find you and kill you. Rip your balls off, chop off your dick and smother you with it. You understand that, don’t you, dear?”

Insane. Oh yes, an insane mad dog. Who will die soon. Very soon.
“I do understand it. I will not say anything, I promise,” Keith whispered, looking suitably intimidated. “Let me get my clothes and let us go.”
He sighed softly, rubbing his hard flesh against Seoras.

“Good,” Seoras smiled, licking hungrily over Keith’s cheek and earlobe. “Very good. Go and return swiftly. I’ll be waiting in my room. It wouldn’t look good to wait you here like some silly servant or my dear old father. Put on something sexy and come.”

Keith sighed again and gave a sultry smile. When Seoras had left, he closed and bolted the door again. “He is gone now,” he said quietly. His cock slowly became limp again.

“And no need to repeat what he said,” Aodh replied, appearing from between the curtains again, now quite fully dressed. “You did well, Keith. I wish you wouldn’t have to do what you must do now, but it is better to do and know what you do it for than do and keep doing for nothing.”
He slid fingers over Keith’s cheek and lips.

“I don’t think he will be wanting to use a whip for quite some time, so I think I will manage it.”
Keith smirked.
“So, I just go there and let him fuck me. Should be enough. Or do you want something else as well?”

Aodh smiled grimly.
“You will kill him soon, the snake. Think of it. Think of it each moment so that he cannot poison you. But as for me… A kiss, perhaps, if you feel like it. Nothing less, nothing more.”

“A kiss, then,” Keith whispered and gave his lips to Aodh.

Aodh pulled Keith against him, burying his partner into his golden curls. His lips were as hungry as ever. Just like he’d never had Keith before but always longed. Finally he stopped and pulled away.
“Go now. I shall keep Lord Kester busy until you return. I’ll tell him I’ve taken the liberty to send you to town to get me a special surprise for him. That will keep him from prodding deeper into this.”

“And what is that special surprise?” Keith asked while getting dressed. He was still slightly breathless. Damn those kisses which were so good.

Aodh chuckled. “Now, wouldn’t you want to know? Alright, I’ll tell you. Even let you try them on me - or you - in case you’d find handcuffs and chains erotic. I would. Think of that, Keith…”

Keith flinched.
“I…do not find being restrained pleasuring,” he finally said.

Aodh nodded.
“I figured you wouldn’t. Perhaps I would. By you.
And Lord Kester certainly does enjoy some good bondage. But go now, go. Else he will return and find you here with me. I’d rather he found me alone, half naked on his bed and waiting in anticipation. You know how it goes…”

“I will go,” Keith said and went.
He hated chains. Hated them. Because those who used them were usually into some other rather painful things too. But it did not matter - he was a whore and he could take it.
He vaguely remembered where Seoras’s room was, but he found the way well enough.

He found Seoras in an airy, lavishing, luxurious room adorned with blue silks and drapes. The young man with the body of a god and spirit of a venomous snake lie half naked on the bed, leaning on his elbows, peering at Keith.
“Well come in, dear. Close the door. Bolt it. We wouldn’t want some old dirty relic to storm in and rescue you, now, would we?”

Keith pretended to be amazed and hardened in his pants. His heart beat a little faster, knowing that he would die if the other found out his deception. The stakes were higher than ever this time.
He gave Seoras a slightly mystical smile, then turned and bolted the door as he had been ordered. Now he wore black again.
The color of death.
“Exactly. Because I do not want to be rescued,” he said quietly and began taking off his jacket.

“Looks as if you truly don’t,” Seoras replied, eyes measuring Keith both hungrily and lazily. “So tell me, dear, what do you want to do before we get involved with the main act? Any special requests? And don’t give me that - “what ever pleases you, sir”. I’ll get pissed when you say that and you don’t want me pissed, now, do you? It pleases me to hear your opinion on the matter, dear. It cannot be whip, this time, or anything else that would leave much of a track, because otherwise my old man will come down on me again. Oh, lucky day when I can cut his damn throat, I say. And I will, my dear. I will. He is a fool and doesn’t understand where it would be wise to lay his loyalty. Future lies not with the mad Queen or that silly Fingall. The wise know where it lies. Are you wise, my dear?”

 

Damn. Most of them did not care about what he wanted. He had hoped that Seoras would be the same. All right. Keith finished with his jacket.
“I am, my lord,” he whispered, putting on a lusty demeanor.
He took off his shirt, as if he could not wait and then began to work on his pants, eying Seoras’ cock with a look that pretended to be hungry.
“I want to suck your cock and ride upon it, while you kiss me,” he said, revealing his own, which was hard again.
He could do this. He had to. Aodh would be waiting. Aodh cared about how well Keith did this. All of this. Just a mad mad game. He was fully naked, when he got on the bed gracefully. He got closer and closer.

“Good,” Seoras murmured. “Be wise, my dear, be good and I might introduce you to some people. Help you guide your loyalty. It pays off very well, trust me.”
He ran a claw over Keith’s side but without much grazing it.
“Giving head sounds fine to me. Kissing? Why not. But it is still boring, my dear, boring. It’s not fun if it doesn’t hurt, Keith. Don’t you miss it? The pain meshed with pleasure and turning into endless burning lust?”

“I trust you,” Keith said, shivering under the touch. He could find things out this way, oh yes, he could. “Pain. Of course. Maybe you could spank me. I would like that. And candles. Candles are nice. They hurt.” He got even closer, so that he could rub himself against Seoras and show him how much he wanted all of this. For real inside his head he of course wanted just to push the bastard off the roof to his death. Yes.

Seoras laughed lowly.
“Candles. Yes. Very good. Candles. I love candles. I’ll get us some. You just stay here, dear. Feel comfortable. I will get us some…candles.”
He rose and picked up a candlestick of five, placing it near the bed and plucking one thin yellow candle.
“Look, now isn’t it nice. Burning, dripping just like a cock in heat. I’ve often wondered when and who was he that first found how much pleasure a candle can bring.”

Keith reclined on his side, displaying all that he had got, trying to make himself look as desirable as possible. His eyes followed intently Seoras’ every movement.
Comfortable? Hell no. He nodded when Seoras talked and finally answered quietly: “It feels so good, that moment when the wax touches the skin. Like a flower of pain, isn’t it?”
To every discerning eye he appeared completely hard and needy, almost insane of lust and just barely reining it in.

Seoras chuckled, slithering unto the bed by Keith’s side.
“Flower of pain? Now, aren’t we just poetic today, dear Keith. And looking inviting. IN, Keith. In. It’s a pretty word. Now, do tell me, where do you want it? I’ll give you the first pick.”

“Here,” said Keith, rolled on his back and touched his nipples. He would have rather gone without pain, but the game demanded it.

Seoras grinned.
“Ah. Yes. Excellent choice, my dear. I couldn’t have picked better myself. It makes a good appetizer. Because you see, I have plans for you.”
He ran his hand over Keith’s chest and abdomen.
“Such a soft tender canvas.”
He licked teasingly over left nipple and then tipped the candle over, waiting for the wax to dribble and drop, bleeding over the nipple, hot and searing.

Keith cried out softly, keeping the lustful smile well in place and pretended to enjoy.
“What plans, if I may ask?” His voice was low and husky. From lust, of course. At least it would sound like that to Seoras.

“Wouldn’t you want to know, curious dear,” Seoras smirked. “Well maybe I tell you and maybe I don’t. I’m not a fool, my dear. Why should I trust you? How do I know you won’t run to daddy dear if I SHOULD tell you? Not as if anyone would believe him, but still… don’t want troubles on my pretty head. But now, where were we? Oh yes.”
And he dipped the candle over, wax dribbling down over the other nipple, running down the side and towards neck.
“Like it, my dear?”

“I trust you and won’t ask no more. You will tell me if you want to,” Keith said, putting in his best effort to appear completely sincere. And when the wax hit his tender skin again, he mewled and moaned, cock twitching. “Oh yes…so good.”

Seoras kissed the red marks, picking off the wax. Fingers ran over Keith’s length.
“So eager, my dear. You will have what you ask for. What you twitch for. Close your eyes.”
And the next flaring hot dribbles bled all over Keith’s swollen equipment.

It took all of his self-control and considerable experience to keep himself hard under this painful onslaught. But he did and opened his mouth to groan in pleasure, tears welling up in his eyes.

“You look so beautiful,” Seoras whispered. “So hot. Turn around, my dear. A bit more and you can have the whole of me. Screw the blowjob, we can have that any time. Right now you look the way I want to thrust into you and screw you senseless.”

“Yes, please. Yes,” Keith whispered and got on all fours, presenting his ass. Just a little more. This would be easier. He would not have to make his eyes perfect. Damn it. He even envied Aodh a little. But this was good. This was needed. He had to do this. He was a whore. He could manage. Just a plaything of pretty flesh.

Seoras kissed a welt on his back and then another on his ass cheek. Fingers ran over the crack, and then there was a moment of silence along with husky breath before drops of wax fell, finding there way between the cheeks, right over the little bud.
Seoras sighed in pleasure.

Keith dug his nails into the sheets and jerked when he felt the burning heat. He let out a soft sob and shuddered, going almost entirely limp.
Damn. He hoped Seoras did not see that.
Damn.
Damn, it hurt.

Luckily Seoras appeared to be a bit too occupied, admiring the crime scene. He picked some of the wax off and licked it over. His tongue had a cooling effect, though. Then he teased Keith with candle and finally began pushing it inside.
“The many ways to use a candle,” he commented happily. “Just warming you up, my dear. Or maybe you don’t want me any more? Tell me,” he commanded with a rather angry thrust. “You’ve grown terribly quiet, Keith…”

“I’m sorry, I do want you,” Keith said huskily, willing for his cock to become hard again. He tried to loosen up around the intruding object, then clench himself again, knowing that Seoras would see it.
“I am so hot inside. For you. Please…please…” Then he just made some animal noises and pushed back, impaling himself upon the candle.

“Mmmm…. Now that would have felt good,” Seoras muttered. “Now, where’s that damn grease. Ah. Here, yes. Now, I’ll anoint myself - and you, my dear, yes. After all, I’m no cruel bastard, am I? I want us both feel terribly good.”
Actions followed his words, and soon enough he had not only covered his cock with grease, but also thrust greasy fingers inside Keith several times.
“Ready, my dear? Say pretty please if you want it…”

“Oh yes,” Keith moaned and clenched himself around Seoras’ fingers, wishing that he could strangle the bastard slowly. “Please take me, please. I want your cock inside me, please. Fill me up, yes, fill me up…”

“Such a pretty little beggar,” Seoras grinned, positioned himself comfortably and thrust deep into Keith. Instead of stopping or letting the other catch some breath he just dug nails into soft hips and rocked backwards and forwards, each stroke ending with a hearty thump.
And he swore, using perhaps some of the dirtiest words Keith had heard. He swore all the way through the fuck.

Oh, Keith had heard them all. He had been called every name a man could think of in this world.
And he did his best to moan and groan and mewl all the way, clenching himself, holding onto the sheets. I hate you, he thought with pleasure. I hate you and you will know only the moment before you die. And I will kill you. The whore whose ass you ride will kill you.

Seoras claimed him like a savage beast, his swearing finally succumbing into guttural groans and grunting. He came as violently, digging nails deep and leaving bloody tracks, perhaps unaware and perhaps just plain ignorant of what he had said about being cautious. Then he just fell on top of Keith and gnawed into his shoulder tip.

Nothing new under this sun, Keith thought bitterly and played his little game of enjoyment to the end. He remained there then, under Seoras’ disgusting weight and hissed lowly in pain.

Finally Seoras rose, without a kiss or any tender words.
“Get dressed,” he told Keith while putting on his jewelery. “Then call me some pretty servant boy. I want to have a bath. You better leave. It wouldn’t look good if people saw me hanging around with my father’s valet - or even less, his whore. I’ll send for you if I need you. And trust me - I will need you soon enough. I can introduce you to some very important people. Please them as you have pleased me, be loyal to them, be wise and there will be a whole new shining future ahead of you, my dear. But now move your pretty ass. And remember…”
A claw ring dug deep into Keith’s hip. “… one word to daddy dear, and you will wish your daddy never thought of fucking your mum.”

Keith turned around, nodded obediently and began to get dressed quickly.
“Yes, my lord. I understand. I will remain silent and wait patiently until you wish to see me again.”

“Perhaps tomorrow night, dear,” Seoras promised. “Yes, to recall it now… Tomorrow night, Keith. I might send for you, so do wear that prick out so he’d sleep soundly while you and I have a lot of fun and meet some really interesting people. You’ll love it, my dear, I promise. I wish you well, I really do, Keith. Do you believe that? Look at me.”

Keith raised his eyes. “I believe that. I said I trust you. I do.”
He smiled softly, wishing he had a dagger so he could drive it into the man’s heart. Feed him his own cock while they were at it. Yeah. See him hurt. He had to pay. They all had to pay. Would pay.

Seoras grinned.
“As long as you believe me when I say I kill you if you betray me, I don’t really care if you do, you know. But go now! Get me a pretty fuckable bath boy! Go! Good bye, see you around.”
And he pushed Keith towards the door.

“Yes, my lord,” Keith said and left. He did find a boy whom he sent to Seoras. Then he went back, hoping that Kester was exhausted enough not to want to be with Keith.