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Spoils of War (Azrael x Spellbinder)

Paul was just so amazed by everything he had been seeing and this just had him dumbfounded. He really wanted to understand why this human would be willing to serve this beast, what really killed him was the fact that it sounded like they really got along well together as if they had know each other for years. Though he had never really heard about any of the beasts taking humans before the war started in true honest. He gave the slightest shake of his head as he was lead around the huge building his eyes taking in everything that they could. "This place is so very massive I might get lost going to the kitchen and back." He said as he walked along with them his eyes wide, surprised with how much the massive building was like a human structure. As the tour continued there were a few rooms that held his interest, like the library, training room, and the crafting room. If he had to stay here for a long time his might find some way to hide himself away in one of those rooms. As the tour ended and things came to a stop he had taken control of himself and he body and face was neutral again.

When the wolf talked about unfinished business he looked over to the to the half breed wondering once again what could possibly be going threw its mind. He just followed as the thoughts went thre his head and he tried to prepare himself for anything that could be waiting for him.
 
Dorian led the way to a room at the end of a hallway on the third floor. He paused at the door long enough to pull a key out of his pocket that Kyle had given him earlier and unlocked the door. He turned back to smile at Paul before ushering the human into the room and closing the door behind him. He gave his slave a chance to look at what the room held as he locked the door.

The room wasn't all that spacious, or well furnished. There were a couple cabinets and a few chests as well as a bed but that was it. A large beam ran across the length of the ceiling and from it dangled a set of shackles. The wolf chuckled as he approached his human.

"I did tell you that it was a punishment that awaited you when we got here, and punishment is what this room is for, at least for new slaves. There is a chamber in the basement devoted to bigger and more creative punishments," Dorian said as a shiver of delight ran through his frame. He reached out and grabbed one of the shackles and moved to put it on Paul's wrist. "Go ahead and struggle all you want if it makes you feel better, but you will be chained, you will be punished, and you will submit," the wolf promised with a growl as he fought to get the magically reinforced metal around the human's wrist.

He tried to grab Paul’s wrist as he dodged, barely missing each time. Dorian saw his chance when Paul gathered himself to try and charge him though. He used Paul’s momentum against him and ended up shackling both wrists in rapid succession. The wolf smiled at the visibly frustrated human.
 
Paul's eyes widened as he looked around the room that he was led into. It was not that large of a room at all it had some room for movement but not much, there was one way in and one way out. He maybe had 20 feet in any direction, less with what was inside the room already. The chains hanging from the thick beam was not a really good sing ether. He started to to move into the room as far way from everything that he could since he already had an idea what the room was for and did not want to make things easy for his captor. "You will have to capture me first he said with a growl." he stated as his whole body tensed for the fight that was going to come. As the wolf went for the shackles he tried to move and dodge out of the way but there was really no room to truly avoid the wolfs powerful grabbing hands. He tried charging at the wolf to break the grip but that was a mistake instead of catching him off guard it gave the wolf was ready and was given a perfect chance to lock his wrists up. Which the wolf somehow did, that beast may not have been that strong but he was fast and he almost did not catch the movement.

Once his hands were locked up he started to pull at the chains and kick at the wolf trying to take out his frustration for doing something so stupid that the beast was ready for. All he could do was spit curses and try and attack with what little he could.
 
Dorian smiled at his visibly frustrated human after he took a step back.

“Thank you for the assistance, but don’t think that any good behavior on your part now will lessen your punishment. You are here for your actions back at the auction house, and you will be punished accordingly,” he said as he turned and began digging through one of the trunks for the items he was going to need for the punishment.

A few moments later the wolf turned back to reveal a crop, a paddle, and a whip in his arms. He laid the items across the top of one of the trunks closer to where Paul was bound, dodging the human’s kicks and lunges as well as laughing at his curses, before picking up the whip.

“First you will be punished for attacking me like you did,” he said as he cracked the whip against the floor threateningly. “I think 20 lashes ought to do it for that,” was all the warning Paul got before the first strike of the whip bit into the exposed flesh of his back.
 
Paul started to glare at his captor after he was chained into place this was not going to be good and it seemed to be getting worse by the second. He tried to pull at them and escape, but they were just too strong and there was very little chance that he could break free. He swore at himself as he tried to break free, trying to kick the wolf when ever he got close. "You can try, if you can reach me without getting hurt yourself." He growled out, the person that had survived many battles on the front line starting to peak his head out. The fear taking a back seat to what ever may happen that could not be controlled. "You think mere lashes will break me? Come on now you know the things I have been threw in the war would be more than anything you could do to me." He said not flinching after that first crack of the whip. When he felt the first lash on his back he bit back any sound of pain and just let out a grunt from the impact and then turned his head and gave the wolf a smile.
 
Another lash followed shortly after the first accompanied by a smile from the wolf to match the human’s own smile.

“Oh, the lashes aren’t meant to break you. That will come later. You’re right about the fact that there is no pain I can inflict on your body with this whip that will match what the war caused. That is why I have a different sort of pain in mind for when we reach that step,” Dorian said with a smirk, a few more lashes occurring as he spoke.

The smell of blood in the air and the sounds that were escaping Paul in spite of his efforts to keep them contained had the wolf harder than he had been in quite a long while. He looked down at the man’s ass and licked his lips at the prospect of what would be happening next.

“There are things I can do to you, and I will do them at one point or another, that I highly doubt that you have experienced before and that you have no way of preparing yourself for,” the wolf promised, even though he knew he could be wrong in his assumptions.

Soon the count hit twenty and Dorian put the wolf on the trunk by the crop and paddle before turning to face the human and smile.

“Now that that’s done we can move on to the next punishment,” he said as he reached for the next implement.
 
Paul looked at the wolf man as he started to talk to him again. "Oh is that so? I wonder how long you will keep me in suspense before you tell me what you plan to do to TRY and break me."He said calmly between the grunts from the almost playful lashes, after all nothing had really started yet it was more a chance to talk at this point. Once the wolf started to really get unto it, it started to become harder and harder for him to only grunt away the pain. Soon, pain sounds started to really escape him after all no person could stand there feeling nothing for so long. When the wolf finally stopped the whipping, he started to take some deep breaths to try and help himself recover from what he had been just put threw. He had no idea what was going on behind him or what the wolf had in mind to do to him before he would be done.

He took in a deep breath to steady himself before answering. "Talk is cheap. Many of your kind have told me that and you know what? They never did break me so what makes you think you will be able to do it when so many others have failed?" He asked as he watched the beast set one thing of pain down to reach for another.
 
Dorian picked up the paddle and slowly walked around Paul's bound form and looked at his plump, toned ass. It was framed just perfectly by the jockstrap he was wearing. His lightly furred cheeks were perkily pressed up and out for all to see, but only for him to actually touch from this day forward. The wolf reached out with his free hand and ran it along that perfect rump before giving one of the cheeks a hearty grope. The muscle tone was perfectly balanced with a slight bit of softness had a low, pleased growl passing from his lips before he pulled his hand back with a chuckle as the human began to thrash about.

"Come now, can't I appreciate the art form on display before me?" he asked before giving Paul a quick swat of the paddle right across the ass. "I think a few of these will help with that attitude of yours," he said before giving another swat.
 
The captured commander took in some deep breaths, as he heard the creature behind him waiting for the next punishment. Though since it started with the lash he was wondering where it would lead to from there. He gave a startled jump feeling a hand grip his ass. His eye lifted as he turned his head looking into the wolfs face. "Well I suppose.... since you own me now it is for you to admire." He said sarcasm dripping from his voice.

When the first smack from the paddle hit him he was more shocked then anything. The stinging in his ass gave him a slight smile, it seemed that he was taking it down a notch. "Mmmm something as tame as what a paddle? After the whip that is a welcome change." He said giving his lip a slight bite, his ass tencing up as the impacts hit his ass. He was starting to wonder if his now owner didn't want to do any major damage to him for some reason. He did not really need another servant did he?
 
Dorian smirked at Paul's comment as he kept up and even, almost lazy, pace in his swats.

"Not everything is meant to be painful, but sometimes," he said before giving the human a harsher strike, "pain can be a great teacher, about ourselves and others."

After that the strikes alternated between fast, stinging swats and slow, forceful swats. Paul's cheeks were starting to get red and swollen and Dorian began slightly panting in arousal. His pants were getting unbearably tight but it wasn't time to undress yet.
 
"Yes it can be a teacher.... for those that are not me." He stated showing a feral grin, hiding the pain that was being inflicted on him. This was interesting the first stages of figuring out each other. One could say it was the first steps of a dance between captor, figuring out on another finding eachothers lines.

"It almost seems like we will be having fun." He said shivering as his ass became redder and redder as as the punishment continued.
 
"Oh, we'll definitely have fun together," he said before putting some magic in the paddle and making it cold and giving an experimental swat. He didn't want to damage Paul too much after all. If he was too sore then the pain would outweigh the pleasure when they got there. Hopefully the cold would alleviate the worst of it so he could get some more punishment in before the main event.
 
Paul looked over at the creature as it responded to his words, what in the world did the creature have panned for him? He braced himself ad the next seat came, making his body jump when the ice cold paddle hit his ass. "What the?" He gasped not expecting the sensation, the coolness feeling good against his shining backside. It was odd to have the sensation of stining and soothing at one time. He took in some deep breaths trying to rebile his composure since it through him for a loop. He started to wonder as his body recovered slightly what may start to come next.
 
Dorian smirked as he saw Paul begin to relax as the cold soothed the rough edge of his pain away. Satisfied that he had made an impression at least he placed the paddle on a nearby surface and shrugged his way out of the vest he had been wearing and picked up the crop as he walked around to be in front of his captive. He took in this side of Paul with an appraising, hungry gaze while lightly drumming the crop against his leg. "I hope you enjoyed that little break," he said with a smirk. "I doubt this will be quite as enjoyable for you," he finished as he brought the crop up and ran the end of it along Paul's side and stopped against the side of his chest.
 
The commander let his body relax as the implement was put down on the table. His head turned to watch the wolf move about taking off a vest and taking a crop in hand. That was an interesting choice considering for something like that to do any real damage you would have to practically break it on someone. "Enjoyable? I dont know if any of this could be called so.... maybe just a little break?" He said with a farral grin, some for the reason why he was able to fight toe to toe with the others kind showing. The glimpse of the fighting spirit that everything had more akin to a savage animal then a human.
 
Dorian gave an equally feral grin before giving Paul a swat on the pectoral near his nipple where the skin would be more sensitive. "I suppose you're right. After all, I am sure you are used to a bit of spanking aren't you?" he asked with a casual tone. He couldn't wait to see how far he could push the human this time. The savagery he was displaying was incredibly arousing.
 
Paul's grin turned into a smile as a shiver went through his body from the last hit. Looking into the nonhuman eyes he gave a chuckle. "You know its interesting...... I would have thought I would have been put in a cell to display off to the winners if not killed. Could it be I was spared for some reason?" He asked randomly the words taking himself off guard.
 
Dorian froze at the question. It had come out of left field and was actually rather close to the mark. He looked up at Paul's eyes, his own now serious rather than playful. "You aren't wrong about what your fate could have been. Some of the other leaders of your armies and countries were locked away, whether publicly or privately, and others were killed outright. Then there were some like you that it was believed could be sold off to appreciative individuals for whatever they may desire, whether that be for a bodyguard, a servant, or something else entirely was for the buyer to decide," he told the human in a calm voice. There was no point lying about any of those facts as they were all common knowledge that Paul would be able to easily figure out if he asked anyone else anyways. He had kept his desire for the human male out of the conversation for now though, and gave him a slight swat with the crop on the outside of his left leg to try and distract him from asking anymore questions until he was in a more stable headspace.
 
Paul gave a nod. "That is really interesting. My people would put to trial and then kill them mostlikely..... I am not sure if I really think personally that it would be a good idea to keep me around." He stated with a chuckle looking up at the ceiling. His thoughts swimming before he felt the swat with the crop brining him to the situation he was in. It seemed like it was time to get down to the good old business. "Times up for thoughts I guess." He said with a grin getting his head back into the right space. "Soooo now what are we going to move on to?" He asked as he tried to stretch what muscles he could to get out the knots that have been forming.
 
Dorian smirked before putting the crop down and moving to a small cabinet on the wall. Inside were multiple glass bottles filled with liquids of varying colors. He grabbed one that was a pale green and one that was a light yellow before turning around. "I think you are right about it being time to move on to the next step of our agenda," he said before moving behind Paul. He put the bottle full of yellow liquid down near the toys that he was no longer using and opened the green liquid's bottle. An earthy, minty scent filled the room as the wolf coated a couple fingers with the viscous fluid. He placed the bottle with its compatriot before moving both hands down and cupping the human's ass. "This will be so much fun," he said before running a slick finger along and inside Paul's crack, pressing firmly against his hole.
 
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