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[He spots the marks, and makes a note to ask about them later. For now he just strikes the crop against his inner thigh harder, before trailing his thumb over the red skin left behind. Still curious. He shifts to the other thigh, his strikes precise as he experiments. He lets the crop hit the skin closer to his groin, and he shifts it to just where the fur starts going down his leg. Seeing which is the most tender.

He breaks up his whips with soft explorations with his fingers, entranced by the way Niles reacts and the way his skin flares up red and angry. A few strikes break the skin, and Connor watches with great interest as the blood wells up and starts to slide down his leg.]

[Niles thighs tense on each strike, relax in the aftermath, and twitch as Connor runs pleasantly cool fingers over the inflamed skin. The further up the thing the more conspicuous drastic the reactions, and not just on his legs. He'd been flaccid when he stripped down, but as Connor worked him over heat began to rise under his skin, and his cock began to swell. By now he's at his full length, and it rests against his stomach, the still hooded head of his erection obscuring his belly button.

As the number of hits increases and the welts begin to crisscross, his cock visibly twitches, and he has to hiss in sharp breaths through clenched teeth to keep himself quiet. It's not a pride thing, but this was a demonstration of his pain tolerance wasn't it? He'd make Connor work for those noises. He does deserve some praise and encouragement however.]

Ohhh yes.~ Alternating between gentle-! ...and harsh treatment is very effective. The pleasure and pain mix and mask one another.

[The third strike to draw blood prompts a deeper, full body twitch, and a grunt. Shit, he really needed this. He pants, and beneath Connor his tail starts twitching again, any visible fur fluffed up and bristled.]

Edited 2020-01-04 21:20 (UTC)

[He wasn't coming into this expecting to get off on it, but seeing Niles aroused like that is making him react in kind. He bites his lip as he trails the end of the crop up between Niles' legs and over his cock, before focusing again on the task at hand. He rubs a thumb over the blood coating his thigh, presses it in hard to make the cuts sting under the touch, then pulls it away and idly sucks the blood off. His gaze is intense as he watches Niles, studying the form beneath him.

He leans over until his lips are just barely touching his neck, and strikes him across the hip hard enough to leave another bleeding wound. Then he runs the crop up his side, across his chest, and over his cheek, smearing a streak of blood across his skin. His mind wanders to the bag of his own under the bed, but for now he just smiles to himself and taps Niles' lower lip with the end of the crop.]

I don't think anyone has ever reacted this way to me causing them pain before.

[Niles doesn't shrink from the mistreatment, far from it. He pushes into Connor's hand as he gathers blood on his fingers. His pupils go wide as Connor sucks it off, and beneath the tip of the crop his cock jumps, hard enough now that it's free standing rather than flat against his stomach.

Connor leaning in is equally exciting. Had he forgotten Niles' warning? For now things were still flirty and experimental, but the more lasting pain Niles is under the more perilous being quite so close to his fangs is. He squirms under Connor, licking his lips as he takes stock of his range of motion.

The strike has him pull down sharply with his arms, drawing the chain of his cuffs taught, and feeling the metal edge dig into his skin. Breaths heavy and deep he arches his back as the crop trails up his side. He chuckles darkly, tongue flicking out to taste his own blood.]

I can guarantee you I'm not the first. You're a little too good at this.

Edited 2020-01-05 14:18 (UTC)

[He seems mildly surprised to be told that he's good at it, before letting out a soft hum that basically amounts to "well, of course I am". He was built to be good at everything he puts his mind to. He does also briefly scan his memory files for anything resembling this kind of reaction, even subtle, but he can't really find anything interesting.

As for Niles' fangs, he isn't worried. He can move freely, while Niles can't. He can also tell if Niles is tensing up ready to strike long before he does it.

He lets out a huff of warm breath against Niles' neck as he gives a soft chuckle, and pulls back to sit up. He's looking down at Niles with obvious amusement, finding this activity more fun than he'd expected it to be. He looks down between them to touch at the bloody stripes on Niles' thigh, and gets an idea when he spots the tail resting beneath them. Shifting back slightly to give himself room, he runs a hand down the soft fur before grabbing it and yanking on it hard.]

What about this? Does this hurt?

Edited 2020-01-12 23:18 (UTC)

[A sharp, high, entirely involuntary yipe, is likely all the answer Connor needs. Despite the warning that stroking the tail had been, the unfamiliar sensation itself takes Niles by surprise. The pain sends a shiver up his spine, and his dick twitches again as his hips are roughly pulled forward by the force of the tug. He snaps his mouth shut with a wince, cutting his noise short. It's the closest thing to embarrassment or shame he's shown this whole time, and it's brushed aside a moment later.

He flicks his head to keep his hair out of his eye and smiles. In Connor's grip the muscles of his tail tense as it tries ruefully to flick side to side. He licks his lips.]

Only in the best way.

[He raises a leg slowly, dragging his furred calf along and up Connor's side. ]

I hope you plan on taking responsibility for riling me up so much.

Maybe.

[He tilts his head, and raises his eyebrows.]

Maybe not.

[Though his mind does go back to that bag again. He liked that reaction, and he'd like more. He looks at Niles, obviously considering it.]

What's in it for me?

[He's not nearly as worked up as Niles, but the way he looks at the other man says enough. It's a hungry gaze, almost a little predatory given their current situation. He releases the tail, watching it flick to the side.]

[Niles' smile turns combative, and he raises his other leg high, reaching out to rest his ankle on Connor's shoulder, trying to get himself into position to hook his feet behind the man and trap him, pull him in close again. Get him in range again.

At the same time he makes a show of stretching his back and pulling hard against his restraints. He shifts his weight, bracing it against Connor to lift his hips up in a needy thrust.]

Whatever you can take from me.

[It's not exactly an invitation to fuck him, more like a challenge.]

[Connor allows Niles to rest his ankle on his shoulder for a moment, before slipping out from underneath him and firmly pushing his foot back down against the bed.]

Anything at all?

[He's ready for it... but while fucking him would be enjoyable, he wants to at make him wait a little longer. Maybe if he plays his cards right, he can get Niles to beg him for it. He slides off the bed to find more restraints- a length of rope this time- and he ties Niles' feet to the end of the bed, legs spread wide apart. Any struggling is met with the crop, so Connor finds that ultimately it's not too difficult.

Smirking at the sight he makes like that, Connor casually pulls his own bag out from underneath the bed and plops it between Niles' legs. He rummages in it with no intention of telling Niles what he's looking for or even what's in the bag, though it probably will become apparent what it contains when he pulls out a thick, flesh-coloured dildo. Moving the bag back off to the side, he walks around to the drawer by the bed to pick out a tub of lube, and then he settles himself back between Niles' legs. He runs a hand over the cuts on his thigh, smearing his blood up over his hip, before curling his fingers around his cock and giving a slow stroke.]

You're lucky I'm not leaving you like this...

As long as you earn it.

[Niles struggles against Connor tying his legs down, kicking out with his hooves, his tail even swinging up instinctively in a harmless, sheath covered strike. Each punitive strike of the crop causing a twitch and a grunt, followed by a momentary stillness. Between that and Connor's undeniable upper hand, all Niles' struggling amounts to is leaving him breathless and panting once he's finally fully restrained.

He smirks when Connor brings out his own toy bag, and beams when the dildo is brought out. His thigh twitches as his fingers paint his skin, and a spasm travels the whole length of his leg as he tries again to kick, relishing the feeling of the rope holding his ankle fast. When Connor's hand closes around his cock Niles lets out a rough, deep groan.]

Ohhh yes, thank you.

[Connor tips his head to the side, rubbing his thumb idly over the head of Niles' cock.]

That goes for the sounds you make, too. I don't want you to make noises to satisfy me. I want you to make them because you can't hold them back.

[He doesn't like it when people make sounds they don't mean. How can he learn what they really like if they do that?]

Deal?

[He presses his thumb lightly against the slit, before moving away to lube up his fingers. Of course if Niles begs him for anything, he wants it to be genuine. There's no real point in it otherwise. He wouldn't have accomplished anything.

He presses a finger inside Niles, and then another. He works on stretching him, occasionally rubbing his fingers up inside him, ignoring the way his own cock is starting to press against his jeans. He can wait.]

[Niles chuckles.]

Contrary to appearances, I have quite a lot of self control. If I go out of my way to hold my tongue it'll get awfully quiet. Think your ego can handle that?

[As if to prove his point, Niles doesn't even let out a sigh as Connor starts to finger him. It is nice, and that's evident enough in the way the tension is leaving Niles body and his hips grind down to meet Connor's hands. There's less resistance than he might expect. Niles knew full well what state this would put him in and went out on a limb and prepared himself some before he arrived.]

I think so.

[He can feel that Niles is already prepared, so he removes his fingers and lubes up the dildo instead, pressing it slowly inside him. He angles it just right, and after making sure Niles has it comfortably inside him he sets it to a low vibrate. At the same time his other hand traces over the cuts on his thigh again, making them sting under his touch.]

[Niles licks his lips again as the dildo fills him. His tail, once again trapped under Connor, twitches and jerks, reacting instinctively to the pressure. The muscles in his lower back contract with the motion, and it changes the pressure on the cock inside him. His eyelids flutter, for a moment, but his expression stays the same. Confident, challenging, eager.

And then his cocky grin shatters the instant the vibration is turned on and to his horror an audible gasp is ripped from him. He's never felt anything like this. It's intense and unexpected and the combination is lethal. He thrashes against his bindings, body undecided between trying to escape the new and nearly overwhelming sensation or greedily grinding down for more.]

WhaaaAAAT is thaAAAAAT??

[Trying to talk was a mistake, he can't keep the quaver out of his voice, and after his question he clenches his jaw shut with a snap to keep those stretched vowels from becoming a full on moan.]

[He manages to keep a straight face, but the delight is there in his eyes. Connor watches Niles as he jerks underneath him, his voice even when he replies.]

A vibrator. You've never used one?

[He moves his hand from his thigh up to his cock, finger lightly tracing up his length. Maybe he could just make Niles come like this. If it's new for him, he should get the full experience.]

[Niles can't be annoyed at Connor's expression because he has his head thrown back on the pillow, eyelid fluttering heavily. He's fought down his vocalizations, resorting instead to heavy panting and occasional gnashing of teeth. As he starts to adjust to the sensation he snaps out a short, clipped reply.]

Never.

[Then Connor touches his cock it jumps in response, a bead of precum forming at the tip. Niles lets out a full, deep snarl, and it takes everything in him to resist the urge to grind his hips up and chase that oh so light contact. Connor might have a massive advantage in this struggle, but Niles had a reputation to uphold. His knees might be shaking, but he hasn't yet lost all control.]

[Connor finally smiles slightly, the pad of his finger circling the head of Niles' cock, catching the precum and smearing it over the tip.]

You're trying too hard to control yourself.

[He gives Niles a light stroke, tipping his head to the side slightly.]

Why don't you just let go and enjoy yourself?

[Something disastrously close to a whimper is pulled out of him at the attention Connor pays to his cock. His eye rolls back, the lid flutters, and it becomes glassy and unfocused. But at Connor's words it snaps back to attention.

It's tempting. It's so tempting. Getting fucked he can handle, but with the vibrator there's no rhythm he can adjust to, no push and pull to focus on, just unrelenting, intense sensation. If he hadn't bragged about being unflappable moments ago he'd fold in a heartbeat. But Connor wanted a challenge and he'd promised to deliver one.

He clenches his jaw as Connor taunts him, not quite managing to stifle his grunts of frustration.]

Nghk- N-not until you maaaAY-ke me.

[These vowel sounds will be the death of him.]

Edited 2020-01-30 20:21 (UTC)

[Connor raises an eyebrow, before turning up the vibration slightly. Not too much, he doesn't want to completely overwhelm him, but enough to make it more intense. He keeps toying with his cock too, the stroking becoming a little more insistent.]

It would be more fun for you, I'm sure.

[He moves his hand down to knead his balls almost roughly, still watching with a mild, amused smile.]

[Whatever retort Niles might have had died on his lips as Connor acts. It may be only a slight increase to Connor, but Niles wasn't aware these things had higher settings, and was certainly not prepared to adjust. He lets out a wordless yelp, quickly twisting his spine to bury his face into the pillows. He bites down, muffling his now truly uncontrollable moans.

He's on the edge, the very edge, and there's almost nothing left he can do to fight back anymore.]

Edited 2020-02-05 08:26 (UTC)

[Connor lets out a soft "tch", grabbing the crop from beside him and striking Niles across the thigh again. That's not fair, he can't just muffle the moans Connor worked so hard for.]

I want to hear you, Niles.

[He scolds him as he trails the crop over the raw skin of his thigh, eyes on Niles' face. He can see him losing control, and that is satisfying.]

[The smack of the crop easily sends him over the edge. All his focus was on weathering the pleasure Connor was putting him through and the sudden, unexpected, exquisite pain pulls the rug out from under him. His guttural bellow is only minorly impeded by his mouthful of bedding. In fact his jaw clenches so hard and his body jerks and arches so powerfully that there's a distinct tearing noise as his fangs shred the pillow he's clamped his jaw on.

His cock throbs, long spurts of come decorating his stomach and chest. Some even makes it all the way onto his chin. It's a long, powerful orgasm, and as the roaring burning wave passes over him he sees black and white specks dancing in his vision. His chest is heaving, trying to breath through a mouth of shredded cotton. He's lightheaded and barely has the strength to raise his head to look at Connor properly. His head is swimming in the afterglow, occasional irregular spikes of pleasure scattering his feeble attempts to pull his thoughts together into something more coherent than pleasure addled awe.

But the vibrator is still thrumming deep inside him. He whimpers as a particularly strong aftershock milks another few drops out of his cock, and then his head falls back onto the pillow and his whole body goes slack.

He's out cold.]

Edited 2020-02-13 17:13 (UTC)

[Connor turns off the vibrator after Niles passes out, slowly pulling it from him and setting it aside. He's a little ticked off about his pillow, but that can wait. He doesn't dare try to pull the pieces of cotton from his mouth even while he's out cold, so he elects to just stare intently at Niles until he wakes up.

His own cock is still pressing insistently against the inside of his jeans, and he finds himself wishing he had fucked Niles after all... but if he had, it probably wouldn't have ended as beautifully as this. Maybe next time. If there is a next time. For now, he just watches with his head tilted slightly to the side.]

[He's only out for a few minutes, and when he wakes up it's with a start, then an abrupt bout of sputtering as he spits out his mouthful of cotton and stuffing. When his airway is free, he lets out a long contented sigh. He arches his back and lazily squirms a little on the bed, doing his best to stretch even while still confined.]

That....was impressive.

[He sinks back into the plush bed, blinking his eye slowly, and taking in long, deep, content breaths.]

[Oh, he's awake. Connor had been wondering if he should try to wake him up himself.]

I'm glad you think so.

[He just assumes Niles is referring to the vibrator, having never used one before.]

Do you want me to free you now?

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