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The Bhaalspawn let out a loud, feral growl. His limbs thrashed against the golden gauntlets that held his entire body fully exposed to the tyrant. His arms were pinned by his head and his legs held in the air. In truth, Calax could probably find a way to break out of his current predicament.
However he didn’t particularly want to.
“That’s a better look for you,” Enver chuckled. His shirt had been thoroughly torn apart and the pieces were scattered around the floor. Multiple claw marks crossed against his chest that leaked even more crimson. Calax’s eyes followed the trail of blood as it went from his chest all the way down his stomach. “My eyes up here,” Enver grabbed Calax by his horns, forcing him to stare into the dark eyes.
Calax stared into his eyes and attempted to lunge his body forward and bit Enver, however he had quicker reactions. Pulling his head away making Calax chomp on the air. Calax glared at Enver, red eyes traced his body wishing for nothing more than to rip into it and taste everything it had to offer.
“You brat,” Enver huffed as he let go of Calax’s horn and took a few steps back. He picked up a riding crop from a rack. “First you ruin my favorite shirt well refusing to take your place, and now you have the audacity to bite at me,” Gortash smacked the crop against Calax’s ass.
Calax didn’t so much as flinch.
“Oh I love it when you attempt to hide the pain,” Enver hummed as he brought down another welt, and then another. “It is oh so entertaining to watch that shell to break.”
Calax stayed in complete silence as the whip marred his yellow skin a scarlet red. It burned in it’s own way, but Calax kept his breathing steady. He could feel blood droplets running down his back from the angle, eventually dropping onto the table underneath him and pooling.
His cocks strained, it was hard to the point of being uncomfortable.
“Well look at how excited taking my whip has made you,” Enver reached a hand out and grabbed ahold of Calax’s dick. The gold and sharp melt pressing itself into his shaft which was straining. “It seems a good old fashioned whipping isn’t the kind of punishment I should be dishing out.”
The stoney expression wavered for a moment, and a moment was all that was needed for Enver to notice.
His hands began to move up and down along him, precum being an excellent lube as the metal scraped along him. Calax clenched his eyes shut as undeniable pain ran through him as it deliciously fused with twisted pleasure.
Enver’s pumping got faster and faster, Calax’s cum released onto his own chest. Calax let out a groan as his head twisted backwards. “Fuck-” he cursed.
“You are certainly hard to get vocal,” Enver smirked. “I wonder if I can make you get louder in this method,” Enver said as his thumb rolled over Calax’s tip, teasing him until he rose again.
Calax thrashed about futility as Enver’s hand continued its pumping, having an easier time as the cum from his first release added to the slickness, mixing with a dribble of blood the metal ends had managed to pull.
It was a sickly feeling, one that brought Calax to a second orgasm. The bhaalspawn roared as he was milked for more of vile seed.
“Fantastic,” Enver chuckled as his hand picked up the pace of its pumping. His head lowered down to Calax’s head and began to tease with the tip of his tongue, tasting the bodily fluids. Calax hissed as his clenched his eyes shut. His body wished to fight but there was simply no energy left in him as all of it was funneled into handling the agonizing combo of too much pleasure and too much pain.
“Enver-” Calax choked his name out as he tried to look at the lordling, but the hot feeling of Enver’s mouth around his head forced him to throw his head back.
“Look at how easy it is to break the Chosen of Bhaal,” Enver grinned as he moved his head back, watching the writhing bhaalspawn. “Already unraveled under such small touches,” Enver chuckled. “I wonder how far I can take you with just my hands,” Enver mused as he rubbed his thumb along a vein. Calax bite his bottom lip and let blood flow onto his tongue.
The taste was what set him off that time. Calax opened his mouth and the trail of blood began to flow from his lips. Enver licked his lips and stole Calax into a kiss, tasting the crimson for himself.
Calax bit down on Enver’s lip which only got a groan as Calax enjoyed his flavor, away to ground him as Enver refused to stop his handjob.
“Now that wasn’t very nice,’ Enver tsked, he moved away and spat on Calax’s face, blood mixing with the salvia. “I think I know exactly how I am going to make you pay for that,” Enver said as his other hand lowered, gathering up the delightful mix of fluids upon his fingers.
Once they were lubed up enough Enver shoved them into Calax’s anus, getting a scream.
Enver thrusted his fingers in sync with his hands. Calax’s red eyes rolled back into his head as he came for a fourth time. He let out heavy pants and his body fell limp against the bounds.
“Oh are you finished after so little?” Enver asked. “Because I certainly am not. If that is all you can handle then you are going to have a long night ahead of you, my dear Calax,” Enver smirked as he didn’t slow his pace, his fingers reaching deeper into him and curling in a sinful arch.
Calax let out a choked groan. “Enver- fuck-”
“I am not finished fucking you yet, Calax… we haven’t even gotten to the main event,” Enver assured. “I wonder if you will last that long.”