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A Slave for Who?	By : hachi-miitsu Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 7320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I am in no way making money off of this Yu-gi-oh portrayal or the characters and settings therein. If I was well, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. Ha...So it follows that I don't own the Yu-gi-oh fandom either...that would be Kazuki Takahashi.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
It has been brought to my attention that I should probably clarify ages. Dartz is (I think) 18 or something and Pegasus is going to be 25 or 27. Haven't really decided which. Ryou and Yugi are 17, Atem is like 19 and Bakura is 18 too. Who else...Ah. Jou is 17 on the verge of becoming 18 (so I can writes me some b-day sex xD) and Seto is 20. Mokuba is 14 or thereabouts. Malik is also 17 and Marik is also 19. There. Clear as mud?
That said, standard hubris; work is shit, school is harder than Pegasus's dick when Dartz is on the menu...oh. Speakin a which. Le backstory, and le porn. And then more plot next chapter. Cause I like DartzxPegasus. I think they're kinda cute x3

Chapter 13
Teal and gold robes billowed, snapped behind him with each angry stride. The Atlantean king snarled as he reached the large oaken doors at the end of the hall. He threw them open knowing full well what he'd find on the other side. His son, his good for nothing seed knelt on his haunches, slurping intently at his guard's cock like it was some sort of delicacy. At his Lord's entrance, the soldier straightened and threw Dartz off him from where he'd been lying half on, half off the lush bed, beside himself with filthy desire.
"Si-sir", his salute was shaky and one handed while he tugged his jerkin back in place.
"Out", Ironheart roared. His crown hadn't weighed this much since the day his wife died. But now as he stared down at this boy that was more whore than prince, the Atlantean knew a decision of the most difficult kind needed to be made. He draped his namesake around his shoulders like a shield. Ironheart indeed, he must...if he were to salvage their decaying kingdom.
The guard scurried around him while he placed the full fire of his glare towards his son. The brat rose languidly to his feet, wearing naught but a smirk as he pulled his body into a long, lewd stretch.
"Father", he yawned, a hand scratching absently at his belly. "What's the occasion?"
"I'm offering you one last chance boy; cease this foolishness." Dartz stifled a scoff but his father waved it off, stalking closer. "You are royalty, my heir! You need to start acting like it."
"Please", the boy, a scant fifteen years of age, still managed to stare down his nose at his father as he sneered, "You never cared before. I must say, you're timing's impeccable. Besides, you said it yourself, I'm not cut out for the throne."
"Please", his father implored, catching hold of Dartz's creamy shoulders and kneading gently. "You can if you only try." He didn't notice how his breathing quickened a little, how his eyes dilated and his fingers tightened as they became damp with sweat. The king roamed his son's body, succumbing to the pull Dartz had been cursed with since birth. He didn't notice, but Dartz did.
The androgyn slapped the hands from his shoulders and stepped back. "I would", he hissed, "If you could manage for five minutes not to eye-fuck me."
It stung, the slap his father branded against his cheek. "Fine", the man growled over him. "You want to stay a whore? That can be arranged."
Dartz's veins flooded with ice.
Dark lashes fluttered as Dartz floated into consciousness.
A dream. It was just a dream. His chest stuttered with a phantom sob as he felt the warm swipes of a rag cleaning his back, the sharp sizzle of pain that zipped through his blood with every downward stroke. The slave's breath hitched with a groan.
"Finally awake I see."
He turned his head to the side and did a double take that made him hiss in pain. Pegasus loomed over him, a hard glint in his visible eye despite the gentle motions of his hand.
The androgyn tried to lift his hands, move his legs. It was then he felt the tension in his limbs. He was bound to the bed, lying on his stomach with his arms stretched taut on either side. His legs were allowed a little more leeway, they were fastened at the ankles by the standard leather cuff but not attached to anything.
Dartz winced. Pegasus usually allowed him his selfish dislikes, being restrained while lying on his stomach was one of them. On his stomach he was vulnerable, having to trust the person behind him implicitly. He hated people at his back. He was not Pegasus's favorite in this position. He was nothing but a brat in his father's palace again, a sniveling whelp about to get punished.
"Sir…I—", he started to stammer.
"Quiet." Pegasus snapped before the boy could offer him an excuse.
There was a rustle of clothing and the bed shifted as Pegasus rose to his feet. Dartz peeked over his shoulder and saw his master yank the silk cravat loose from his neck with two brisk fingers. His velvet overcoat was off but he was still in a poet's shirt and tight slacks. Dartz swallowed.
"When I wish to hear you speak, I'll order you to do so." Pegasus continued in a terse tone, knowing that his boy was watching him. "Do you enjoy this? Sending my authority to hell, over sentiment we both know you sneer at? I'll have you know that you'll not undermine my rules and hope to get away with it."
Dartz swallowed hard, working up his courage as his brows knit together stubbornly. "But … it wasn't faul- ow!"
Pegasus was across the room in two strides, twisting his hand into aqua strands and jerking Dartz up until his neck was arched at a painful angle. As he'd learned days into his new life at the Compound … Pegasus J. Crawford was not only an elite in various branches of martial arts, but one who wasn't afraid to let people know it. It was here, the way Dartz was restrained…he was in the uttermost agony as his scabs split open again… yet he was safe. There was control in this aggressive hold.
His back exploded with pain, the nerves and flesh shrieking in tandem as little trickles of blood oozed from the coagulated crap his master had been cleaning from his back prior to Dartz regaining consciousness.
That Pegasus was holding back and let him know it made Dartz's blood burn.
"What does 'be quiet' mean?" Pegasus murmured against the shell of his ear.
"Sh-shut up."
"Yes, very good. And what is it Master expects to hear out of your mouth when I tell you to 'shut up'?"
"Ngh...quie-t..."
"Precisely." Pegasus snarled. The merchant released him and turned towards the attendant who was knelt atop a silk encased pillow beside his door. He snorted. She was a comely girl, one of Mai's if the collar around her neck was any indication. "I am not to be disturbed tonight. Leave us", he ordered without sparing her another glance.
"Yes Master." She nodded once and padded across the room to pour a bit of wine into a crystal flute. The girl tucked her hair behind her ears with both hands then strode out, shutting the double doors to the inner apartment behind her as she went.
Back in the room, Dartz could practically feel the tendrils of shadow as they shifted across his sore back. The fire was the only source of illumination in Pegasus's quarters.
The merchant strode over to pluck the wine glass up and sipped intently before coming back to drag a single finger up the curvature of Dartz's ravaged back. He enjoyed the way the teen's muscles rippled with apprehension, the way Dartz chewed his underlip in an effort to stifle a whimper.
Pegasus took another sip of the fragrant wine and set his glass down on the bedside table. Without warning his hand came down, all claws as he raked it viciously downward.
Razor edged pain shuddered through Dartz. Gooseflesh rose on his skin and the boy's cheeks flooded with heat, adrenaline coursing into his veins like a drug. "Ma-master…" He grit through his teeth as pure fire became a dull, permeating ache.
"You will speak loudly and clearly, if you do not wish me to repeat any strikes", Pegasus warned him. His hand rose and with an elegant flick of the wrist Pegasus scratched him open again.
Dartz's gasp came out strangled, though it was much louder this time as his dewey eyes squeezed shut. "T-thank you."
As abysmal as these punishments were, they were still an extension of Master's will. Every burning thud, every stinging strike heated Dartz's blood with both pain and intense pleasure. Time crept on in a slow sinuous haze and his jaw eventually went slack. Gruff sounds tumbled from his dry lips as the fifteenth and sixteenth strikes fell. Dartz squirmed, rutting himself against the sheets once, twice as throbbing blood swelled between his thighs. Whimpers slithered from him.
This was a different form of punishment, not a public display as it had been earlier. These blows came from a practiced hand, one used to meting out pain in specific amounts. This play of power was for the sake of reminding Dartz who he belonged to. These cries - both of pain and ardor—were for Pegasus's ears alone.
The merchant loathed having to share what was his on a fundamental level. No other would ever get the satisfaction of hearing the teen's vulnerability, not even those who his master approved to use him. Dartz buried his face in the pillow, back arching as he moaned again at that thought, cock jumping and sweat beading while his neck lolled heavily to one side. The teen's chest heaved from a mixture of heat, hurt, and muscle strain. His face had grown so red that it was nearly purple. Still, Dartz forced himself to focus through the ache in order to thoroughly receive his master's discipline … just as he'd been taught.
Engrossed in concentration, Dartz didn't notice how the sight he presented was currently wreaking havoc on his master's ability to stay angry with him. The pearlescent line of Dartz's back was stretched and undulating with each of his strikes, ablaze with the evidence of its abuse yet still … fiery and swollen as it was, the pale perfection stretched taut across perfect, corded muscles and a supple ass that rippled every time his charge rutted into the sheets with a muffled groan.
Dartz was a canvas, painted in shades of Pegasus's emotions—agitation, disappointment … affection. The merchant had, for a very long time, tried not to succumb to the weakness of favoritism, and he certainly maintained that front in the presence of his other merchandise. But when he was alone with this boy, with this study of infuriating, elegant contradiction it was next to impossible to hide the way he felt.
Pegasus's striking arm dropped to his side and he stepped forward as if drawn by gravitational pull. A second later cool, soft lips touched to Dartz's back … The shush of a glove being tugged from his hand by his teeth superseded a tingling burn as Dartz's master traced along the raised, welted bands from his nails with a combination of the barest kisses and punishing bites. His cruelties were kind when he paused occasionally to swirl his tongue in the coppery salt of Dartz's fresh blood. His lips became stained with it and he found himself feeling a buzz more heady than the wine he'd sampled earlier.
The fingers of Pegasus's other hand busied themselves, danced down the bumps of Dartz's ribcage, then even lower, stealing between sweaty flesh and satin sheets.
A gritty whine buzzed the pillowcase—wet from his screams and tears and saliva—pressed against his cheek as his sovereign followed the V of the boy's pelvis into damp nested curls. The manicured nails of Pegasus's naked hand scraped at teal fuzz a few times before finally, mercifully gripping Dartz's sex. Silver brows shot into his hairline, eyes narrowed in amusement to find it pulsing hot and half-hard against his palm.
"You do realize this is a punishment", Pegasus mused darkly.
"Ye-yes Sir", Dartz panted.
"Absolutely hopeless", he growled into the teen's neck, unable to sift lust from his velvety baritone as the length of his own dick pressed stubbornly against his breeches. The merchant squeezed two fingers around Dartz, yanking back the foreskin in order to reveal the slick reddened knob of his tip. The boy moaned and sucked in a harsh breath. It burned his lungs like shattered glass, his heart acting as the hammer that tried to batter more screams from his sore throat. He continued to hold them in though, they were the only thing preventing him from giving into his master's touch.
Pegasus smirked at the effort. His grip tightened to the threshold of pain before he slicked the combined moisture of sweat and precum up and down Dartz's stiffening cock. Like the rest of his pets, Dartz was locked with an engraved ring.Unlike the others however, Dartz's was crafted from solid gold and hugged his manhood like a lover's caress when his master's fingers couldn't afford to dally.
It was quite the devious little bobble, reputed for it's adaption to any situation and...it's vast capabilities. When Dartz was good, it acted as a medium to heighten the pleasure of various toys. When he was bad, it could burn or freeze or shock. When he was neutral, well...
Not to say that he hadn't been bad tonight. Pegasus had a different form of punishment in mind though. The cockring was currently attached to a bit of leather strapping that held a thick plug inside him, preparing Dartz's body in the event that his master had the compulsive desire to make use of it during their stay in Italy.
"Really …" Pegasus husked, thumb prodding against Dartz's covered hole and rotating the black latex in a slow circle. Dartz squirmed and snapped his eyes shut, biting back a gasp. "Fighting like a child, then getting aroused instead of reflecting on your mistake. What a disobedient bitch I've raised. I ought to let Haga have you after this, remind you what punishment is meant to feel like …"
"Ma-ster", Dartz cried. "Not...m'f-fault." It choked into a feeble whine when nails dug into the tender flesh of his tensing dick. Dartz shuddered at both the plug's subtle shifting inside his ass and the prospect of seeing the fearsome inspector whose sadism was infamous.
"It wasn't your fault?" Pegasus hissed, drawing back as he was reminded of Dartz's misbehavior, and it stung. "You are owned. Insults or praises, the only words that hold weight come from my mouth. How dare you give another man power that is not yours to give … Remind me who this body belongs to."
"Y-you", Dartz rasped.
"This …" Pegasus husked, climbing fully on the bed to straddle the teen while his palm clutched Dartz's smarting ass cheek.
"Yours."
"That impudent mouth", the merchant snapped, gripping pale jaw between clenched fingers and yanking Dartz's head around to crush his pout in a possessive kiss.
"Yours", Dartz groaned breathlessly.
"And these hands?"
"Every-thin..ngh.… belongs to you."
"And when do you make use of my property?" Pegasus's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"When you...Hnn..l-et me."
"When do you fight?"
"When … you tell me t-to."
"And who do you disgrace with your continued disobedience?" The Merchant snarled.
"Master", Dartz whimpered.
"I see." Pegasus slid his hands over Dartz's abused back before he alighted on the twin milk drops of the teen's ass, spreading him wide. "You fully understand all of that and yet you persist with this behavior?"
"I'm sorry..."
"What use is a goddamned apology if my order, my reputation is upturned because of you!"
"I'm sorry!" His chest ached and something inside him died. He'd be nothing...nothing but a whore the rest of his life and he couldn't even seem to do that correctly.
"You are my responsibility now, do you understand? In my castle, in my dungeon, in my realm; I'm the only one that makes the threats."
Dartz sobbed quietly into his pillow, burying his face into the sweat soaked satin. His arms strained but he schooled the urge to fight his restraints as he'd been trained to. He must stay still and trust in Master at his back...he must...he must...
"Do you want to be back there so badly? Fighting for your life, for your sanity just to provide cheap entertainment to some bourgeois filth in that ridiculous room? You let your father fuck you, and I plucked you out of that terrible place. Isaved you and this is the thanks I get? Have I not been kind? Have I not given you everything; safety, shelter..." A home, here with me.
"Ye...yes, please..." Panic turned his blood to a slurry of ice just as it had that day before his father raped him then drew up the paperwork to sell him off. "I won't … fight anymore. D-don't send me off."
Pegasus rose from the bed and straightened his clothes, stepped back, laid down another scratch, the hardest yet. Dartz jerked with a feral snarl followed by a shaky 'thank you' as his fists balled tight above their cuffs.
After a moment's pause the merchant leaned back in then slowly licked the newest cluster of welts which stretched across Dartz's shoulder blades. The boy gasped at the sensation of wet tongue stinging over his fresh wound. His body writhed … but in a way that was entirely unrelated to hurt.
"Sir …" He begged between gasps, grinding himself into the bed.
"Did I say I was going to send you away?" Pegasus murmured against pale skin.
"No … b-but."
"But?" The elite hummed, twining teal locks around his fingers and tugging sharply to expose the near side of Dartz's neck. Before the boy could blink, his master swept down and bit hard just above his thin leather collar.
"Wanna stay … with you" Dartz moaned.
"Then why do you disobey me?" Pegasus sucked over his teeth's savagery as his hand reached around to clasp his slave's stiff cock again. "Do you think it's necessary to act out? That your master isn't perfectly aware of how much you need his attention?"
"I'll … d-do better", Dartz rasped again … then he repeated the words over and over, desperately trying to communicate his sincerity.
"Hush" Pegasus breathed into his ear. He flipped the teen over and wedged himself between shaking thighs.
Dartz fell silent, trembling in his restraints from both physical strain and that of his emotions. His lashes fluttered, mismatched eyes tracing every fine curve, every shadow that played over Pegasus's face.
Deeming his punishment well served, the elder male carefully freed Dartz's arms from the headboard. The handsome mahogany four post was made up in dark silky linens which were designed to be extra forgiving against sore skin, so the elder male gave no warning as he sank down atop his charge with a fluid if exhausted grace.
The man rolled onto his back beside Dartz. He stared blankly at the ceiling, allowing his favorite a moment to recover. It was one of the many privileges he granted to no other. "My shirt", Pegasus commanded, unrolling his sleeves to make the task easier and divesting himself of his other glove with a lazy yank of his teeth.
Dartz rose to his knees with a nod and, ignoring the fierce burn of his punishment he shakily pushed twelve genuine pearl buttons through their corresponding holes, then stripped Pegasus of the velvet garment. After he'd draped the shirt over the nearest chair, Dartz turned back. Without thinking, he slowly ran both palms over Pegasus's shoulders and down the man's solid arms. Even though he hadn't told him to do so, Pegasus allowed Dartz the leeway with a grateful sigh. It'd been a long day, and in truth he was so tired that he hadn't even planned to indulge in any of his pets that evening. But as usual Dartz's antics rarely took into account his master's weariness.
"Selfish." The merchant muttered with distaste. "Absolutely selfish."
Dartz's hands stilled and he swallowed, knowing that the other male was referring to him. Guilt tugged in his gut. Protecting his business and overseeing the Compound was no easy job. Dartz knew that Pegasus worked tirelessly … yet he still misbehaved. At the very least his punishments guaranteed that he'd get to see his master daily even if it wasn't to receive his kindness. But just as Master said, that was selfish. Not to mention immature and even worse, Dartz couldn't stop … No, he just didn't want to stop.
The slave leaned down at that thought, about to kiss Pegasus's neck when he stopped himself, breath fanning lightly over warm skin as he quickly recalled his position.
"C-can I", he whispered.
"You may", Pegasus answered and tilted his head just a bit.
Dartz kissed his master's neck, sucking then biting, rubbing over the expanse of his tan sculpted chest and thumbing at the man's stiffening nipples—both of which had been pierced through with tiny bars of precious metal. He loved the soft moan that his teasing finally wrested from the stoic man's lips. A small shiver tensed through him at the sound, making him half forget the pain in his body and reviving his erection in the process.
Pegasus's cock was in a similar state. The length was aching and throbbing with his every breath as it protested the confines of his clothing. Pegasus palmed himself with a low groan, grabbing Dartz's wrist with his free hand.
"If you're courting forgiveness", he droned, "You'll have to do much better than that."
Dartz's breath hitched and he leaned in closer, dragging bared teeth along the elder male's jugular. "What should I do …" he murmured.
"You can begin … by taking care of this." Pegasus dragged the teen's hand down his bare chest and stomach until it settled over the curve of his dick. "I want to see your lips spread wide around me. You'll tend to every inch and you'll not stop until I'm satisfied."
Dartz moaned into the hollow of Pegasus's neck, tightening his grip. "Yes..."
The other man snatched his wrists and squeezed hard until he'd wrung a cry from his androgyn. "Yes, what?"
Dartz buried his face in Pegasus's chest and ground himself against the warmth of the elder male's body. "Yes sir."
Pegasus eased back to recline against his pillows, pulling both booted feet onto the bed as Dartz climbed fully atop the mattress and between the man's long legs. He kissed up along the stiff leather of his master's riding boots, which sloped into a dressage cut over his breeches. When he finally met soft fabric Dartz settled onto his belly and worked the trousers open. He licked his lips then pulled Pegasus's cock into the open.
The proud length stood at full mast, swollen and flushed with need. A curtain of blue slid over his shoulder as Dartz's mismatched eyes worshiped his master, spread bare and haughty before him. He barely held back a groan at the sight of it. Panting softly, the teen leaned down to lave over Pegasus's ruddy cock, working the circumcised tip into his mouth without hiding his greed. Tasting the briny hint of Pegasus's pleasure, Dartz rolled his tongue while his palm closed tightly around the velveteen heat. His strokes were slow, he timed them with each hungry suck. It was a mere pittance...it would never suffice, yet Dartz took comfort that it was only the beginning. There was much more to come.
"Eyes up", Pegasus breathed, winding the boy's collar chain around his knuckles and fisting into silky hair as pleasure heated his lap.
The slave obeyed, casting his gaze upwards while his mouth trailed wetly in his fingers' wake, eyes steady as they locked with Pegasus's steely irises.
"Good?" The elder husked, tugging at Dartz's tether as his abdomen suddenly contracted with a spasm of rapture. "Mph-hh, that's good."
A mouth-filled groan was his response. "Fucking...perfect", Dartz gasped as he pulled back a bit before engulfing Pegasus in a single swallow.
Pegasus smirked at the oath. This is why he enjoyed their sessions so; to watch this boy unravel on a level that shattered his icy etiquette, to strip that aloof mask away and run his fingers over the nakedness of his shame and pleasure.
Pegasus guided the teen's head up and hummed in amusement, watching the urge to resist flash through mismatched eyes before it died and Dartz relaxed in his grip.
The merchant shifted his foot then ground the heel of his boot against the teen's erection until Dartz doubled over, shuddering and whining at the bite of pressure but not daring to move away.
"Never forget this hand, it feeds you. Take care not to bite it again." He swept the pad of his thumb over Dartz's lower lip and smirked when the teen drew it in and swirled his tongue around the digit with a throaty moan. Pegasus smirked and crooked his finger. "Come."
With his cock both smarting from hurt and throbbing with want, Dartz shifted onto his knees then moved up astride the elder male's lap. As soon as he was within reach Pegasus gripped his warm ass and yanked the boy closer, making the slave groan as their bodies pressed skin to skin. Pegasus kissed his throat and nipped at the softness just below his jaw, sucking over Dartz's neck as he ground the willing body onto his cock.
"It is infuriating to have to punish you this often." Pegasus husked against the shell of a trembling ear, his nails digging crescent moons into artfully shredded skin.
Dartz growled into the man's shoulder, then nipped … hard. Pegasus nearly chuckled at the response. At times his androgyn really was like a puppy, though it remained to be seen whether this little...trait was more an aggravation or amusement.
The merchant's hand slid into the sexy mess of Dartz's hair, chuckle successfully smothered into a smirk. He stroked the teen with the back of his hand."Oh, I know …" He mused. "I know precisely what I took on when I brought you under my care. Fire and Ice, not an ounce of patience or respect. But that's fine", Pegasus murmured. "You may continue contending with the world if it pleases you. However, you will obey me and the rules I've set. Without question or exception Dartz."
Shivering, the teen's eyes squeezed tighter. His jaw clenched, whether he wanted to hold back praises or curses God only knew.
"The moment you swore to serve me, I assumed responsibility for you." Pegasus's lips played over Dartz's earlobe. "Thus you needn't fear being sent away—"
"Thank you si—"
"—however I've had enough." Pegasus cut him off. "I won't undertake your punishments any longer, instead I'll leave your discipline to Haga and you will be banned from my chambers until you can behave. Do you understand?"
"… Yes … Sir."
Without another word Pegasus rolled them over and pinned Dartz to the bed, wedging between his legs, kissing him for the very first time that night without vicious intent. The slave winced at the insistent sting of his back against the bedcovers but moaned at Pegasus's mouth. He could forget any pain when he was allowed to bask in the sweet taste and nimble touch; soft hair like precious silver that slid through his fingers like cool water and sun-kissed skin which contrasted so perfectly with his own. For all his steely power, Pegasus was truly a beautiful sight … so beautiful it hurt.
As the boy's grip twined roughly into his hair, Pegasus's lips moved over Dartz in a kiss that was both savage and gentle. Locked together as they were in the shifting shadows; hips grinding, hands clutching firm bodies, mouths sharing tender moans and soft gasps … The pair painted a picture that spoke of lovers far more than a Master and his slave.
However, Pegasus wasn't about to let that distinction fade from Dartz's mind. He pulled back suddenly, and ignoring whines of protest he flipped the androgyn onto his stomach and mounted him. He fisted Dartz's nape then slammed him back down with a feral growl when Dartz tried to buck upwards in his impatience.
"You know better."
"Pl...ease..." Dartz mewled into the rumpled sheets.
"Speak properly."
"Please …" the boy growled. Clearer, louder. "Use me."
He was almost shaking with need as he said the words, however this time his hips stayed put. Pegasus didn't answer, nor did he need to. With his free hand he loosened Dartz's strappings, removed the plug and pulled the boy's hips up higher. After pausing to roll on a condom he positioned himself behind the supple ass, giving it a playful swat that made the younger male jerk under him. His head nudged the dimpled pucker for a good minute just to tease, then he slowly, intently fed every inch of his thick cock into the snug embrace of Dartz's body.
"Mmm…" Pegasus halted with a grunt as oil slicked heat suctioned perfectly around him. Dartz babbled nonsense, beside himself. "Don't cry now", Pegasus chuckled, "We're barely getting started." Dartz gasped and arched his back when a hand dragged down the bumps in his spine.
Pegasus bucked against him, shallow and painful as his hands turned to claws and hooked the teen's thighs wide. Swiping his tongue over his top lip, the merchant rolled his hips in a sudden gut wrenching thrust. Under him Dartz bit down on his knuckles to stop himself from trying to rock backwards, eyes shutting tight as pleasure burned and blood spilled atop his tongue and down his back. When Pegasus flattened one palm against the hot, wounded skin, Dartz hissed in pain. His mouth pulled off his fist as sweat bloomed in a light, stinging mist. Pegasus's hips slowly retreated … only to slam deep and hard this time...with perfect aim.
"Oh god!" Dartz muffled his cry by pressing his forehead to the mattress, his fist slamming against it at the same time.
Pegasus's teeth caught his lip at the cry, sterling strands spilling over his shoulders like damp silk as he bent and found his slave's ear.
"That's it", he whispered. "This warmth and those cries … they are mine."
"… Master", Dartz groaned, mouthing the pillow helplessly.
Pegasus gripped teal hair in his fist, breath fanning hot and quick as his hips began to piston forward. Eyes fluttered shut in rapture at both the tightness of Dartz's ass and the sound of his resulting moans.
"Wait", he choked. "I'll … god … not there!" The boy tugged fiercely at the bedcovers, trying to pull himself away from his master's torturous thrusts which were pinning his prostate dead on.
"Where do you think you're going", Pegasus growled, jerking Dartz back against him as he continued to drive inside the suffocating clutch.
"I-I'm gonna...!" Dartz gasped, his entire body shaking.
"You're not to cum." Pegasus warned.
"B-but …"
The merchant yanked at wild teal strands once more then forced Dartz's ass up even higher from the bed, lips pressed flush to his ear.
"You are not… to cum … do you understand me", he whispered, punctuating each word with a slamming thrust.
"Y-yes sir", Dartz whimpered.
Pegasus sat up, both hands anchoring the younger male's waist so he could move even faster as his head tipped in ecstasy. Pegasus was proving it yet again, that he craved Dartz the most. He held a great affection for all of his concubines, but none of them pleased him like this. The way the boy cried out, the heat of his body coiled around his cock. The way he smiled, spoke, even his insufferable mischief … It was all seared into the merchant like a brand. Everything about the whore-prince drove Pegasus to the edge; especially the way the boy so desperately sought to stay by his side … the way he loved him intensely, without any fear or restraint. To outsiders it probably seemed as though Pegasus had chosen the perfect pet, however the merchant knew it was very much the opposite … Dartz had in fact, chosen him.
From the day Lionheart brought Pegasus into that room, the first glimpse of the haughty wounded child that dared him with his body as he spread his thighs atop rumpled bed sheets soiled with the fluids of other men...
Pegasus groaned softly, his balls tensing as his arousal soared. He leaned down again and sucked hard over Dartz's racing pulse, shivering when the teen's moans sharply changed in pitch.
"Does that please you", the noble husked between lingering flicks of his tongue.
"Hnn!"
"Answer me."
"Yess …" Dartz growled.
"What does", Pegasus coaxed, biting his own lip as he felt familiar pressure building at the root of his sex.
"Master's mouth … 'n cock", the teen gasped. A strangled cry bubbled from him as his body strained, legs wrapping around Pegasus's hips. "Feels so … good."
A husky grunt fanned the younger male's ear while his master's eyes slipped shut. Strong fingers dug into Dartz's sweaty flesh while his dick drilled deep and hard. A twisted desire suddenly disintegrated the last of his cognizance. Without warning he pulled out.
Dartz cried out with distress and pain, reaching for his master. Pegasus rolled back in an instant and when he pressed himself back into the inviting pink again Dartz's eyes widened.
He thrashed. "M-mast...no!"
"You'll stay still while I breed this ass and you'll like it", Pegasus snarled. His head dipped, pinning his slave to the mattress with his weight as he pursued an urge that'd been niggling him for weeks. "Dear god you please me like nothing else … I … hnn, I'm— ugh!" Pegasus's body went rigid as stone. The tendons in his neck corded while his cock tensed then emptied itself, pouring hot ribbons of lust into the vise of Dartz's body.
"Mmm!" Dartz turned his head to the side, face scrunching with rapture at the foreign sensation.
"Swallow … it", Pegasus whispered between ragged pants.
Dartz shuddered then began flexing himself around the pulsing shaft as he'd been commanded.
Pegasus moaned, grinding himself harder against the teen's ass. "That's it …Every drop."
The elder male stiffened then finally sagged low as climax receded and his seed dwindled, leaving his body lax in its wake and his mind shrouded in a fuzzy sort of satisfaction. But even dazed as he was, Pegasus didn't fail to notice the dire state of his pet …
Beneath him, Dartz was quietly gasping for stuttering breaths to keep his orgasm at bay; a feat which the impatient whore-prince failed in far more than he ever succeeded. Pegasus's lips curved with pride at his boy's growing control as he ran his thumb down the sweaty slope of the younger male's neck.
"Barely holding it, aren't you", he murmured, hooded eyes roving Dartz's handsome features which were twisted now from pained concentration now that the edge was dulling. He was half hidden in the sheets when Pegasus cupped his cheek and coaxed their gazes to meet.
"Yes Sir …" Dartz wheezed.
"You've obeyed me well. Would you like to be rewarded?"
"Y-yes!" The teen gasped.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, p-please …" Dartz corrected himself.
Pegasus shifted, then slowly pulled out. Dartz shivered as the elder male rose above him to sit back on his heels. Pegasus gently eased Dartz over and onto his back once more.
"Unfortunately you've misbehaved today", the merchant sighed, stroking one broad palm down the damp contours of Dartz's lean stomach which was still wracked with tremors from his quickly fraying control. "Were you not here for punishment's sake, I would have enjoyed allowing you to cum … inside me."
Dartz whimpered at the rare treat and rarer invitation, gripping the bedcovers in a mixture of bitter regret and frustration. Pegasus tilted his head at the noise, tongue swiping over his lips as his fingers trailed lower then traced an outline around Dartz's leaking erection. His fingers were everywhere...except the place Dartz needed them most.
"Seeing as you are here, yet again, to be disciplined, we'll have to do this another way, and you are not permitted to touch yourself. Understood?"
Dartz's eyes squeezed shut and a gruff whine rose at the cruel restriction...he nodded in affirmation.
"Good boy", Pegasus purred.
Elegant digits took their sweet time caressing a path down Dartz's smooth thigh, over his balls which were drawn up tight, then lower still. Pegasus's brows furrowed with passion as he nudged the teen's heavy sacs up so that his hand could slip underneath and into the cleft of warm ass cheeks. Dartz shuddered when his master's touch bumped against the slippery ring of his entrance, slick with oil and his master's cum. Dartz parted his thighs wide, inviting Pegasus further.
"Ngh!" His eyes snapped shut and he threw his head back when the invitation was abruptly rewarded. Pegasus shoved not one, but three fingers knuckles' deep inside him.
Splaying his touch wide, he then slowly drew his wrist back, only to drive his digits forward again just before they slipped out. Dartz's jaw ached from grinding his teeth and he drew in a sharp breath through his nose. His limbs twitched every time his master's deft touch stroked inside him, feeling around for his prostate. It wasn't at all hard to find, considering how swollen it was at that moment.
Dartz cried out and arched off the matress.
Pegasus smirked and rubbed over the sweet spot again, scraping with his nail as he withdrew.
"There we are", Pegasus hummed. He pressed in again, began milking the tiny gland.
"F-fucking hell", Dartz grimaced.
"Mm", the elder male's eyes narrowed to slits. He slowly reached up and gripped his free hand around the root of Dartz's balls before tugging them down as hard as he could.
"Ugh!" Dartz spasmed, choked, body shivering in both pain and pleasure.
Pegasus's lids fluttered. His punishing grip remained tight, but to balance the sensations, long fingers started to move just a bit faster inside the boy's ass as Pegasus hungrily watched his pet unravel. It was always fascinating to see Dartz struggle to prolong his torture.
Trying to prolong his pleasure while stubbornly fighting it at the same time, clearly wanting more … yet valiantly battling against his urge to disobey his sovereign's commands. His chest heaved with husky sobs, lips wet, hands desperately clutching the covers with white knuckles while his hips rocked down against Pegasus's fingers, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Pegasus's breath hitched as his own lust began stirring again, roused by this enticing show.
"Open your eyes", he growled.
Dartz's lids felt like lead but he obeyed as much as he could.
When their gazes met in the dim chamber light Pegasus added more force to his touch, teething his lip as Dartz's limbs thrashed. "You're not to forget …" Pegasus husked, fingers never stopping. "That this is where you belong. Those days of earning your way are over. Your sole purpose now, is to obey and serve me."
"Yes", Dartz moaned shakily, knowing Pegasus expected an answer.
"And why is that?"
"B-belong … to y-ou."
Pegasus leaned over and dragged his lips across the teen's damp chest. "That is why your insides are slick and warm with my seed right now", he growled between kisses. "That is why I punish you, why I praise you … the reason you're on your back with your legs spread and your body clutched around my fingers. Isn't it?"
"Y-yeah", Dartz stammered thickly. His teeth started to chatter.
"Every single part of you exists for me", Pegasus drawled. "Now and for always, you are mine."
"Master", Dartz moaned.
"Say it."
"You-rs."
"Yes", Pegasus husked. "In pain and pleasure … you, are my precious boy."
Dartz's hands shot up and tangled into sterling hair, tugging their faces together as need rose in his gut. "So much", he snarled.
"Hm?" Pegasus swirled his tongue over the younger male's mouth.
Dartz whimpered, pressing his own lips hard against Pegasus until their exchange evolved into a brutal clash of wet nips and sucks. "W-worship you", the teen rasped.
"How fortunate I am, for that", Pegasus whispered, breaking their kiss in order to sit upright as desire chipped away his patience. "Your nipples …" He breathed absently. "Are quite sensitive, aren't they?"
Dartz flushed at the question. "H-how the hell would I know something like tha—"
"Play with them", Pegasus said before the teen could finish.
"Uh?"
"Now", Pegasus snapped. "Don't make me repeat myself. As you can see my hands are occupied."
"B-but, you said …" Dartz's hands were already half way there in his desire weakened submission, though he hesitated.
"When I told you not to touch yourself, I was referring to your cock." Pegasus's tone was patient. "Go ahead …"
Dartz gave a rumble of acknowledgement as his hands rose up his own stomach. The moment roughened fingers coasted over two stiff, sensitive nubs the teen's body jerked and a husky sound ripped from his sternum. "Ahh …" Dartz rasped, voice hoarse from overuse. His fingertips started to flick and tug the pebbled buds, wishing that Pegasus would fill him again, but knowing better than to beg.
In Master's bed, you were to take only as you were given. It was one of the first rules Dartz had ever been taught, in that terrible room in his father's palace. It was one of the most difficult for the feisty teen to obey, since by nature he was the type who reached for the things he wanted rather than waiting for a handout … His cloudy gaze fell longingly on the merchant and Dartz swallowed as intensity filled him. His heart whispered, told him that regardless of whether it was hard or not, for Pegasus he'd learn to do it. Anything and everything the man asked of him.
"Mmm!", Dartz moaned suddenly, colors exploded behind his lids and his thoughts smeared into a grey mess. The teen curved up into his own touch as Pegasus's fingers began to milk against his swollen prostate rougher than ever.
That hike in stimulation proved to be the last straw for his overtaxed tolerance. Dartz's cock twitched, jumping against his stomach as his muscles began to spasm violently. "I'm gonna … c-cu—mm!", he rasped. "God so good, nghh!"
Dartz's pelvis stabbed up and his fingers twisted both nipples as hard as he could. His teary vision splintered into a kaleidoscope of fire and shadow as his cock and his balls throbbed in Pegasus's palm, sending the heat of semen exploding up in a fountain of gluey spurts …
A second broken shout left the boy's gaping jaw when he felt wet lips encircling his sensitive head, lapping at and swallowing his seed as it left him. Dartz was helpless as he quivered, skull slamming back against the mattress in an equal mixture of shock and ecstasy.
The teen's nails dug cruelly into his own skin as he felt Pegasus's tongue and lips gliding up and down his sex, it was all he could do not to shed tears. Fellatio from his master... was a religious experience in itself, but being sucked off while he came without any warning to mentally prepare himself was too much. "D-don't", he begged, desperately clinging to consciousness by a fraying thread. "I'll … p-pass out … I'll, ah!" Dartz's mismatched eyes rolled back, half delirious as the precious heat of his master's mouth suctioned even tighter around him.
Pegasus didn't let up until his pet's orgasm had been fully exhausted and by the time the whore-prince's cum dwindled, Pegasus was beyond ready for more. He gave Dartz no warning as he moved between splayed legs once again, pressing both creamy thighs down against Dartz's chest. The younger male stared up at him, breathless, mind-blown as Pegasus intently fed every inch of his cock back inside the tight ass with a feral rumble of pleasure.
"P-ega-sus! Wha...wait!" Dartz still shook from the aftershocks of his climax and was painfully oversensitive in every way imaginable.
He was so far gone that he didn't even realize he'd grievously misaddressed his master. Thankfully Pegasus had bigger concerns to attend to. He was in no way concerned with protocol at that moment. The rare sound of his given name staining Dartz's lush pout only served to heat his lust. He'd make sure to punish the misstep later. For now...
"Endure it", Pegasus commanded, brows drawn close as Dartz's body jerked and twitched around his cock.
Dartz let out a hapless whine and his sweaty palms gripped at the linens while Pegasus's shaft slid inside then halted, slid inside then halted... over and over, slamming so deep he swore he felt the merchant prodding at the base of his spine. His lean body rippled with the flood of sensation.
"M-master", Dartz panted.
"What is it", he grunted softly, hips never relinquishing their speed or force.
"Pl-eas...sorry."
Pegasus curved down at the admission and pressed lips to Dartz's neck as his slender fingers gripped into the boy's wild hair.
"I'm well aware …" The elder male husked. "But you mustn't be selfish."
"Can't...help it."
"You will", Pegasus growled sternly. "If I handle all of my duties … despite the fact that you are never absent from my thoughts or my desires, then you shall do the same."
"I … y-yes sir", Dartz surrendered.
His chest burned with a bittersweetness. Despite being chided, it was the first time he'd felt hope … a sliver of chance that perhaps he wasn't just another servant in Pegasus's view.
Above him the steely irises smoldered. He tugged through unruly teal then kissed Dartz again, this time pounding into him hard and deep in a feverish race to the finish line that drew husky sobs from the younger male's parted lips. Just as tolerance neared its breaking point Pegasus's fingers hooked the slave's leather collar, chest heaving as he twisted down and cut off Dartz's air supply.
"You have no idea, do you", Pegasus rasped as his hips jerked forward even faster. "Just how much … you're worth."
Mismatched eyes swam with tears, his hands tightened on the rumpled linens above his head. He didn't fight the chokehold and through glazed, half-opened lids he peered at his master. His expression was naked save for a stark adoration even as his oxygen was stolen away.
"Cum", Dartz begged with his dwindling breath. "Let me...serve you."
Pegasus shifted forward on his knees, hand straining the collar tighter around the teen's bruising throat. "Greedy little bitch", He murmured against swollen lips which tasted like the sweetest of poisons. "You haven't earned my cum inside you, especially not twice. My indulgence is precisely why you're so spoiled. And yet … " Pegasus whispered in reverence, "You feel so good, I'm at a loss to deny you a goddamned thing."
Dartz locked his legs tight around the elder male's waist and began to roll his hips upward, passion flickering in his hooded gaze. "Ple-ase…"
"Mmm", Pegasus rumbled hoarsely, tremors wracking his limbs as his testes pulled up and his thrusts lost their rhythm. "God … ugh— Dartz!" He finally let go of the collar and air flooded back into Dartz's lungs just as he felt thick warmth rushing into his ass for the second time.
Pegasus groaned his slave's name again and shuddered, half in pleasure half in utter exhaustion. Beneath him hands slipped into the elder male's hair; mouth craning upwards as Dartz spent hungry bites over tan neck and the sloping planes of his broad chest while Pegasus's climax spilled.
Pegasus wrapped Dartz in his arms at the subtle affections, kissing between gasps for air as he rode out the high of release. They finally collapsed into each other, and mindful of the pressure on Dartz's back, Pegasus pulled out then rolled onto his side. He sighed through his nose, utterly exhausted.
Despite the fact that his legs and arms felt like they'd been reduced to molten jelly, Dartz dutifully staggered up to retrieve a tie from the dressing table. He returned with the black ribbon then pulled Pegasus's sterling hair back. Privately, the man preferred it down but he also tended to be incredibly displeased when he awoke in a mass of tangles, so Dartz—who was well-versed on taking care of a companion with too much hair—always made a point of securing the long strands into a loose bun when he served his master.
With that taken care of he set to work removing Pegasus's boots and breeches then called in the maid to set the room into order. Once she entered with a bow, Dartz turned on his heel. He was intending to stumble to the adjacent apartment where him and a few choice others bedded down during the annual Galas. Before he could take more than a few steps however, Pegasus's hand shot out and snaked around his wrist. Then the rest of Pegasus wrapped him into a loose hug from behind. They fell back into bed.
"Fetch the salve … on the end table", he murmured tiredly, unhooking Dartz's collar then brushing his knuckles over the boy's left cheek. "I'll finish tending your back."
Dartz's heart seized, eyes blinking stupidly like Pegasus was speaking to him in Italian again. He hadn't expected this, especially not after being punished. Even abroad, healers travelled everywhere in Pegasus's entourage. Once the merchandise returned to their sanctuary, all of them were seen to with the utmost care after a session with their master. And though each of them had experienced Pegasus's healing powers more than once, it was always a special privilege to receive such aftercare from him directly.
Pegasus patted the bed twice, smiling at the boyish excitement which Dartz was poorly concealing. "Lie down and turn on your stomach."
Dartz groped for the desired item then handed the small jar to Pegasus. His brows drew together as he settled into the desired position with a chest so full of emotion he thought it might burst.
His confusions were gone, he knew this wasn't about master/slave protocol or even laxity on Pegasus's part. This treatment was being granted to him simply because his master wished it to be so.
Dartz realized that and it heightened his soaring affections for the man beside him. Considering the teen was rarely capable of holding his tongue, it took but a few seconds before his face turned towards Pegasus, flushed cheek resting against the rumpled bedcovers.
"I like it … here", he mumbled.
"Do you?" Pegasus's smirk was small. "You certainly had me fooled."
"What's there to say I don't", Dartz grumped.
Pegasus snorted and ticked them off, "The lack of respect for rules aside, how about your blatant aversion to combat training."
Dartz instantly twitched upon mention of his other Achilles heel. "Well … t-that's ridiculously, hilariously unnecessary!"
"Mind your tongue", Pegasus warned calmly. "There are many things in life that are difficult, however that does not make them any less necessary. What would you do if I weren't here to protect you, hm? And your 'fight' earlier. You could've at least given Malik a sound left hook like I showed you, for all the trouble it's gotten you in. But you were", Pegasus cringed, "Cat-fighting. Scratching, and pulling hair." Pegasus shook his head with a sigh. "I thought I taught you better."
"There's...I don't have to think about stuff like that."
"That is not for you to decide, is it?"
Dartz winced as Pegasus's fingertips simultaneously swept over one of his welts, with way more force than was needed.
"I'm sorry. I'm just never … going to be strong, not like Master", Dartz muttered, frustration lacing the statement.
"I've told you many times, your strength is not the sort measured by weights or matches lost. Yours is rare and comes from your craft. That is how I started."
Dartz felt his cheeks grow hot at the praise.
"As exceptional as you are... in other areas", Pegasus continued. "I will not allow you to neglect your training. We'll continue your regiment until I'm satisfied that you're fully capable of defending yourself."
Dartz didn't reply. Inwardly, his thoughts drifted to those troublesome extra sessions which stretched back almost as far as he'd been living at the Compound. As soon as Pegasus found out through his most trusted Dinosaur that Dartz was being periodically kicked around because of his fall in reputation, he'd fired those responsible and promptly started to baptize his charge in the fires of battle.
Nothing close to him would ever feel the pain of helplessness unless it was by his hand...and so the preparation began.
A circuit of strength training in the morning, followed by hours of sparring either with the master himself or a double-team from Ryuzaki and Keith. All this took place in the courtyard, a special privilege because it was only them. If he did well enough, Pegasus fucked him right there on the grass while he was still sweaty and panting. If he didn't, he had to let Keith and Ryuzaki take him at the same time.
After, Dartz would accompany Pegasus to his study where they'd cool down with Tai Chi, stretching in a synchronized dance. In that austere room bursting to the seams with shelf upon shelf of scrolls and texts, Pegasus taught his boy the essentials of an elegant warrior, often reading to him from The Art of War about concepts he could barely wrap his brain around.
But Pegasus was infinitely patient. He didn't coddle his charge, and was quite cool and composed outside of sexual situations. Yet, he had his own way of being warm. Dartz was well aware that Pegasus didn't need to teach him anything. Deep down he knew that the merchant only taught him because he never wanted Dartz to feel inferior to anyone or anything. Mismatched eyes slowly sheathed themselves under heavy lids and the teen let his body slacken. "…I", he whispered after a moment.
"Hm?"
"..."
"Dartz, speak up."
"...nevermind."
Pegasus smiled as he focused more energy into his hand. He dragged the cool rag down Dartz's back a final time to clean off the fresh blood then started to dab ointment in the nastiest spots. The teen hissed then groaned in pleasure as his welts throbbed. He glanced at them in the adjacent mirror, so different yet the same. In the soft warm light, it almost looked like his master's fingers were glowing. The medicine was designed to sap just enough of the ache away so that Dartz could sleep, but not enough to prevent later bruising or allow the boy to forget the severity of his punishment.
"Dartz", Pegasus hummed once he'd finished rubbing the glistening gel in.
"Yes sir?"
"I do as well."
Dartz propped himself up with a frown and looked over his shoulder. "Master?"
Pegasus smirked down at him. "Nevermind."
Dartz blushed, frown melting into an exasperated sigh. He began to stir drowsily, sat up, swung his legs over but Pegasus pulled him back once more.
"You'll sleep here tonight."
His grin hitched into something painful, head dipping in a short bow of gratitude. He nudged closer, wrapping himself fully in the beloved warmth of his master's body. They laid there, drifting in a satisfied haze. All was right with the world...
Neither one of them heard the strangled cry of a dying man a few doors down.

Not Perfect. Never perfect. But it's prawn. A little protein never hurt nobody ;p. K. Now that my Easter gift to you is taking care of (that whole second cumming, rebirth shtuff), back to Logic hw. Shit's hard yo.
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