Master/Slave NSFW RP (Northern Ranger & Noise)

Devitt was tired.

This fact was so painfully obvious, both to the human and to Devitt himself. His ass was terribly sore, the abused, puckered hole twitching around the wooden plug keeping the liquids inside and ensuring the bulge in his stomach would remain. Said liquid, the cum and piss, merely reminded him of all the humiliation he had gone through in the last few hours. The hot liquid inside rested against his torn and raw inner walls, leaving an ever present reminder. It made him squirm, which only served to rub the wooden plug against him. This caused more fidgeting and was rewarded by the dull pain and pinch of the ropes around his cock and balls, further weighed down by those hated rocks.

It certainly did not help that the thrice cursed, abhorred side of him loved it. No matter how much he tried to focus on the pain, to forget about the phantom pleasures he had felt and allow the pain and venomous words to fill him, it always returned to the forefront of his mind. The memories of the human’s playtime with him played on repeat through his mind, the images refusing to leave him be. All in all, the result was an exhausting and quite annoying state of pain coupled with reluctant but stubborn arousal. The added ache to his arms and shoulders as they were held above him, taking all of his weight, merely added yet another needle to the problems that refused to let him rest even though the human’s attention wasn’t actively on him anymore.

Rumble rumble. And now his stomach wouldn’t leave him alone. The smell of the cooking rabbit aggravated his hunger, causing his weary eyes to close and his mouth to water. Oh, what he would give to get even a little of what the human was cooking. Of course, he would give just anything, but still… That self-loathed side of him reared its slutty head, leaving dark thoughts of exactly what he could do for the human for that delicious food. He growled softly to himself, shaking his head to clear such thoughts from his mind and wincing when he only managed to sway the rocks and have his tender balls pulled at.

So lost in his own mind was the Kitsune, that he didn’t notice the human’s own thoughtful state as he ate and moved throughout their little camp. If he didn’t have his own civil war raging inside, Devitt would definitely have savored the blessed silence and somewhat reprieve from the rough and hateful torture. As it were, he barely noticed the human checking over his oh-so-clever setup, but started quite violently as he felt the hand traveling over his faintly trembling body.

He lifted exhaustion riddled eyes to meet the other’s gaze, the usually bright violet darkening in fear as he stared up at the human. The flash of fear was gone within moments, but there was no doubt that it had been there; such a look was rather foreign on the normally stubborn Kitsune, marring the delicate, undeniably attractive-in-an-adorably-seductive way features into a mask of fear and pain. Nevertheless, that defiant spark was near instantly rekindled even as he whimpered hoarsely, fighting against the shamed flush that threatened to color even the edge of his upper chest.

Seeing how vulnerable he was to the human’s anger should it flare once more, he only dared to huff weakly, acknowledging the words but doing little else as they weren’t as heated as they had been earlier. Still, his eyes widened in thinly veiled surprise as the cooked meat was offered to his lips; no matter the motivation, he hadn’t thought he would’ve been fed. Once he mentally shook himself out of his shock, however, he wasted no time in parting his lips and eagerly taking the food. He actually couldn't hold back a moan at the, to his starved but not-yet-completely desperate self, heavenly taste, his tongue swiftly peeking from his cracked lips to lick at the human’s fingers, picking up whatever taste he could. He continued to accept each piece the human held up to him, each time his tongue unconsciously sweeping out, much like a little puppy scrambling for more from its master.

“Th-Thank you, sir.” He murmured almost silently, hesitating a moment before offering the human his genuine gratefulness. He was still considerably wary and had half a mind not to say anything in case he said the wrong thing and garnered even more punishment, but figured if he didn’t express his thanks, he would be in trouble anyway. His voice broke a bit at the end nonetheless, as his throat was still a bit raw from all the screaming and moaning, and now from eating without anything to drink in hours.

He hadn't been expecting a thank you but Sebastian did like it. He liked even more that the other ate. If nothing else it showed he was still willing to survive. Whether this was due to some plan he had to escape or simply a natural instinct, it was unclear but it was ever present and Sebastian took note. He was careful in feeding the bits of chicken to the animal, making sure he swallowed and didn't choke or bring it back up. Once the skewer was clean, Sebastian was satisfied that he had done his duty in keeping the Kitsune fed. It was almost cute the way he had accepted the food, eager for more with each bite but Sebastian wouldn't over feed him and he was less inclined to actually give the other what he wanted. Stepping back, Sebastian was silent as he studied the Kitsune hanging there, a dusting of bruising on his hips and thighs, more around his throat. He had beautiful skin, something Sebastian would love to see in the grip of a collar, painted in claiming ink but he was just the delivery boy, he could never afford a slave never mind one like this.

"Rest," was all Sebastian uttered before he turned on his heal and strode back to the log, setting down onto the ground and using the log as a headrest. His gaze lingered in the fire, already thinking ahead to the morning. How the Kitsune would look, how he would feel after being strung up and full for so long. He would trick him into thinking the worst was over as he took him to the river to get clean up inside and out, before once again reminding him of his place. The Ranger cast a glance over to where the other was hanging before his eyes slipped closed and he quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Thankfully it stayed dry throughout the night and Sebastian slept soundly, not disturbed by the crackling fire or the huffs from his horses. He woke just after dawn, rolling over and stretching, tucking an arm behind his head and watching the sun rise up over the tree's. He felt sated and pleased with himself before he glanced over to where the Kitsune was hanging. The sight was enough to rouse him from his position and walk over. The bruises were darker, his abdomen showing a slight rise with the cum and piss that was inside him, yet it was not that which had Sebastian's interest. It was the sheen over his skin from his dried cum that Sebastian ran his fingers over, curious. He then made a quick check to make sure there were no serious injuries before crouching and giving the rocks a kick to send them swinging and wake the other up.

He was definitely proud of how his balls were taught and swollen from the weight of the rocks and the grip of the string, the way his cock was swollen, he presumed from the constant pressure on his prostate yet the string preventing any release, not even to relieve himself. It was then he decided that relief would be the Kitsune's reward if he pleased Sebastian that morning, otherwise he would be stuck, tied up and at the hands of a Ranger that would easily tease him constantly and never allow relief.

"Hey, c'mon, wake up. Unless you'd like to stay here?"

The skewer of chicken went by entirely too quickly, and by the time he had finished it, he was hoping for more while he could get it. At the same time, he knew that he certainly wouldn’t be getting more, and as such, wasn’t too surprised when the human merely moved away once it was over. Instead of showing his desire for more, though, he simply kept still, stifling the urge to squirm as the human’s weighted gaze roamed over his bruised and battered body.

His ears twitched faintly at the single word, but the Kitsune didn’t otherwise show any other reaction. Once he decided it was safe and the human’s attention wasn’t on him anymore, he risked a quick glance up, weary and slightly puffy eyes taking in as many details as they could in that short moment. Swallowing quietly and wincing silently as the action merely served to irritate his hoarse throat, he patiently waited for the human to fall asleep before finally letting his guard down a bit. He dare not relax completely, in case the human awoke during the night and decided it was amusing to play with an even more unsuspecting victim. Humans most definitely were cruel enough, so such a thought was a valid threat to the slender Kitsune.

Even when he had deemed it safe enough, it was quite difficult to relax his body. His arms and shoulders were straining to hold his weight, and even though it wasn’t overly much, he was beginning to lose feeling in the bound limbs. Nearly every inch of him was sore with bruises and small cuts, what parts that weren’t temporarily marked still aching from his whole ordeal. The most prominent ache, however, was his abused ass, his puckered hole colored an angry red around the wooden plug. His bowels ached with the liquid, and yet that thrice-damned plug kept everything inside. The weight, while not drawing his attention immediately, seemed to be something that grew worse the longer it was there. It didn’t help that his prostate found it rather stimulating, and while that dark side of him would have loved to grind down and move the liquid to garner even more stimulation, he dare not move a centimeter for fear of swinging the tied rocks.

Combine all of that and you get one very frustrated Kitsune. This in turn kept him up most of the night, and even when he did manage to fall asleep, it was a light and annoyingly restless doze. By the time the sun began to color the sky and the human started to stir, he had barely three or four hours of sleep, if that. During that time, though, his body began to show signs of his frustration, particularly his bound cock and balls. Even so, he remained asleep as the human studied him, even at the light touches, unaware of how smug he was becoming.

His awakening was quite jarring, unlike the human’s. He hissed quietly, stifling the instinct to growl threateningly at whatever dared to wake him, as he was brought to consciousness from the harsh tugging of the rocks and rope, his tired eyes blinking blearily up at the human. “’m up, ‘m up.” He mumbled scratchily after taking a few quick moments to regain his bearings, mentally sighing at the false thought that everything had merely been a bad dream, a nightmare. Still, he didn’t waste time, in case he became too impatient, slowly bringing his gaze to meet the rested and demanding one of the human before him. His mannerism was much meeker and docile that the day before due to the strain on his body and mind, his body language clearly displaying his weariness and frustration, yet he still managed to look the human in the eye as he murmured softly, “N-No, don’t leave me here. Pl… Please.” Just as before, it practically killed him to plead like that, but he knew the human would have no scruples about keeping him strung up all day, nearly driving him mad with physical and sexual frustration. As it was, it took most of his will and the odd comment from his pride to keep his sense of self-preservation from taking over and having him beg outright to the clearly dominant creature.