~BENOIT'S POV~
I tug on the little blond's leash, loving the look of absolute fear in his
beautiful blue eyes. I watch as the two slave girls, Lita and Terri, carry
my heavy luggage in. I wave them away with a flick of my wrist. They huff
as they stomp away. Women. Women don't even begin to interest me.
I grin as I hear the little blond whimper as I yank him to me. His body
trembles against mine. Oh yes, this is going to be fun.
"What's your name?" I ask as I stand face to face with him.
"Chris," he answers meekly.
I smile. He even has my name. Perfect.
"What's my name?" I ask, toying with him, enjoying making him nervous.
"Master," he whispers, bowing his head in submission.
"Look at me, bitch!" I growl, roughly lifting his chin, grinning inwardly
at the visible trembling of his body.
"I'm sorry, Master," he whispers, not even sure what he is sorry for.
I can see the tears forming in his eyes. Grinning, I shove him hard to
floor watching with a satisfied smirk as he lands flat on his ass. I kick
off my sandals and proceed to take off my shirt as he looks up at me,
fighting back the tears. I see hate shining in those wet, shining in those
bright blue orbs. I smile to myself, yes, I want him to fear and hate me.
I continue undressing and push my shorts down and stand before him naked.
"Worship me," I growl with a slight smile.
He crawls to me on his hands and knees. His hands slowly caress up the
inner side of my thighs as he leans forward and kisses the head of my cock.
I wasn't expecting that and I almost stumble backwards in surprise. I look
down at him and he looks confused. He thinks that he did something wrong.
"Continue," I growl, angry at my response to his gentle worshipping kiss.
As his velvet tongue laps at my cock, a soft growl escapes my throat.
~CHRIS' POV~
I can't believe that I'm doing this. I've never been with a man before.
Trish knows that. What was she thinking? I'm not ready for this. I look
up at him and hope that he can take disappointment well. As I suck at his
cock, I'm trying to control my gagging reflex, but it's hard. Trish had
tried to train me for all types of sexual situations, but I never expected
to be picked this soon by a man.
I feel his hands running through my long blond hair as he tries to push his
cock deeper into my mouth causing me to almost gag.
I yelp as he yanks my hair, pulling me up into a standing position.
"Take the thong off," he demands, his voice deep with desire and lust. He
reaches down and slowly caresses his cock.
I suddenly feel nauseous, but I slide the thong down. As I am about to
stand, he smacks me hard on the ass causing me to jump and almost trip.
He laughs at me. Fucking laughs. I feel so humiliated.
I whirl around to face him, my fists clinching in outrage. He just stares
at me with a mock expression of fear on his face.
I know I've just broken one of the golden rules, but I really don't care. I
can't handle being with a man. More precise, being with him.
"Go fuck yourself!" I yell at him as I turn to leave.
I yelp as he grabs a handful of my hair and throws me onto the bed.
"Let me go!" I scream as I squirm underneath him.
"You're mine! I paid for a week with you and I'm going to get my money's
worth."
~BENOIT'S POV~
Oh yeah, I love how his body feels as he struggles underneath me. I knew he
was a virgin to male/male intercourse from the first moment I had laid eyes
on him. Hell, that's why I had chose him.
A cherry, ripe for the picking. I want to be the one to break him in.
I smile as he calms down and lays underneath me, no longer struggling, but
his chest is heaving and I can still feel him trembling. He sobs as I
roughly spread his legs, but he doesn't resist. He knows that I'm right.
I'm his master for the next week, like it or not.
I have to admit, he's beautiful.
~CHRIS' POV~
I finally control my urge to resist. I know it's useless. Mistress Trish
would be so disappointed in me right now. I'm such a failure. I have to
do this. He paid money to bed me. I'm his.
I close my eyes, not wanting to see the smug look on his face as he looks
down at me.
I jump as he slaps me hard across the face. "Open your eyes," he demands.
I do as he orders, hating him even more. I jump as one of his fingers probe
my tight opening. He smiles as he realizes that I'm already lubed.
I tremble as he flips me onto my hands and knees. I feel so vulnerable as
my ass is lifted upwards. He yanks my hair, forcing my head backwards until
I think that my neck is going to snap. He brushes the hair out of my face.
I look forward and see the mirror in front of me. Bastard. He wants to
watch my face as he fucks me.
I gasp for air as he slowly, painfully methodically shoves his whole length
inside of me. Unable to control the pain anymore, I scream at the top of my
lungs.
~BENOIT'S POV~
God, he's beautiful. I ram harder into him, watching his face intently,
loving the pain and agony that I see there. I rut on top of him without
mercy. He's mine and he will accept whatever I decide to do to him.
With my free hand, I reach underneath him, smiling as I'm pleased to find
that his cock is already hard and leaking. He's enjoying it, but refuses to
admit it to himself.
I stroke his shaft hard and fast as I pound into him without mercy. He will
never, ever, forget the first man that claimed him.
I feel him tense, and then his warm seed fills my hand. I smile as I milk
him of every drop before gripping his hips and pumping ferociously into him.
I lean down and bite his right shoulder, causing him to scream once again.
The scream sends me over the edge, and I come hard and fast, filling his
bowels with my seed. Marking him as mine.
~CHRIS' POV~
I can't believe that I just came for the asshole. I didn't want to, but I
couldn't stop myself. What the hell is wrong with me?
I whimper as I feel his foul seed filling me, spurt after spurt. God, will
it never end?
My head is spinning and it's so hot in here. I feel his hands wrap around
my waist as I sway unsteady on my knees. The dark embrace of
unconsciousness is quickly claiming me and I couldn't be more grateful,
because he is starting to pump into me again.
~BENOIT'S POV~
He's passing out, but I can't release him. Damn, he feels so good. I could
take him all night long.
As he passes out and lays limp upon the bed, I reluctantly pull out of him.
My cock is still rock hard, but it will have to wait. I check for his blood
on it, but find none. Mistress Trish would kill me if I actually hurt him,
after all I had paid her extra to make sure that he was extra lubed for me.
I grin as I lay down beside of him, pulling him to me. Wanting desperately
to whisper words of love and endearment to him, but refusing to admit that I
am that weak.
It's better that he hates me. It's safer.
~TBC~
