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The Leather Rose [ Saria and Cathouse ]

Devon cried out when the whip hit him, just a little sound, but it sounded loud to him, and he wriggled up the mattress as if to escape, but there was no escape, and he looked back at Orien fearfully, but also with a strange excitement flickering in his pale eyes. Part of him wanted to escape, and part of him wanted more, more of the sting of the whip, that had him writhing and whimpering such delicious little sounds to Orien. He moaned and tried to roll over, no easy task with his arms bound as they were.
 
Orien struck him with the whip a few more times before helping him roll over with a shove against hip, planting a foot against Devon's thigh and striking the other with the whip as he raked his eyes over the other male, pleased to see he was at least partially enjoying himself. He brought the whip down against Devon's chest, striking against the piercings in his nipples, then again across his stomach. "So much I could do with you," he murmured, trailing the whip down over Devon's cock. "Maybe I'll just fuck you until you scream. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he purred, dropping down with a knee between Devon's legs, pressing his thigh against him as he pulled a nipple into his mouth and bit down, worrying it between his teeth.
 
Devon gasped and moaned when Orien bit down on his nipple, and he tried to writhe against the other man's thigh because this hurt but felt really good too, and his cock throbbed with his heartbeat, faster and faster. He moaned again and murmured, "Please, yes!" to the question about fucking him, because that is part of what he wanted, to be sure. He wanted to be fucked hard and rough and damn worrying about anything, and this man's teeth on his flesh only inflames Devon's desire.
 
Orien growled around Devon's nipple, tugging the ring with his teeth as he shifted to unfasten his pants, tossing the whip to the side and fishing a condom out of his pocket. He licked his way over to the other nipple, biting down on it in the same fashion as he worked the condom on. He was nice enough to get the lubricated ones just for scenes like this. He sat back and gripped Devon's ass, spreading his cheeks and lifting his hips, hardly giving him time to brace himself before he was pushing inside and burying himself as deep as he could.
 
Devon yelped out loud at the pain of just being taken roughly like this, but the yelp feathered away into a long moan as he scrambled hands underneath him as if he could possibly get free and what? Clutch at Orien, stroke himself? He can do nothing, though, tied and bound as he is, and he cries out "Oh please yes, please!" Helplessly he gives in to his own desire, inflamed by the pain as much as any pleasure he might feel.
 
Orien shifted his hips and rocked forward before pulling back, settling into a rhythm of thrusting hard and fast at varying angles, causing as much pain as pleasure as he dug his fingers into the marks he'd cut into Devon's ass. He grunted and leaned over the other male, not touching his dick. Yet. He wasn't about to let him off that soon. He licked his lower lip and slowed his thrusting after a few minutes, stopping completely and pulling out when he got close to coming. He grabbed Devon's arm and pushed him back over onto his stomach. "On your knees," he growled, tugging Devon's hips back to force him up. He clamped a hand on Devon's shoulder and hip for leverage as he pushed back into him, grunting between the sounds of flesh smacking together as he worked on fucking Devon raw.
 
Devon kept making this keening, whining, groaning sound as he was fucked, and turning him over and fucking him harder only made him louder, desperate as he was by this point, as much as it hurt and felt wonderful at the same time, he could not do anything but kneel there and take it as Orien fucked him, the only little thing he tried was to clench down tightly on Orien's cock when he shoved it all the way in, but that made it hurt even more so he only did it every few thrusts.
 
Orien shifted his hips and angled in deeper, the sounds from Devon sending shivers of pleasure straight to his groin. He leaned forward with a groan, tugging Devon's upper body back and pressing up against him as he slowed his thrusts. It took all his self-control not to simply take his pleasure and leave Devon there naked and wanting for the staff to find. His breathing was ragged against Devon's ear as he felt the way Devon clenched around him every few thrusts. He bit the other male's ear and reached down to roughly palm his balls before curling his fingers around Devon's cock with a tight grip.

"I could leave you here," he murmured, groaning and biting down on Devon's ear again as he gave a sharp thrust. "Gag you. Leave you here for someone else to find." He flexed his fingers around the hot flesh in his hand, giving a slow stroke and rubbing his thumb against the tip. "How badly do you want to come?"
 
"Please let me come, I need to come," whimpered Devon sounding desperate, as he is arching and straining to thrust into Orien's hand, barely able to move in the position he is in. "Please don't leave me here!" he plead helplessly, not caring about how he sounds or anything else but that hand around his cock, and the hard cock fucking him relentlessly, the sharp teeth in his flesh.

"Please, please.." he writhed in his bonds as much as he was able to move, and teased Orien by clenching tight inside him around Orien's thrusting hard flesh.
 
Orien shivered from the begging and pressed his lips against Devon's neck before picking up the pace again, stroking Devon in time to his thrusts to finally give him the friction he wanted. He moaned and gave up on holding back, taking his pleasure and biting hard at Devon's shoulder with a deeper groan, burying himself deep as he came. His hand continued moving over Devon's cock, hips continuing to grind forward as he stroked the other male to his own orgasm. Once Devon had come, he moved his other hand to the rope, releasing the knots to pull the rope away.

He rubbed his hand against Devon's arm before running fingers through his hair, giving him a minute to recover as he pulled out. "You good?" he asked quietly.
 
"Mmmm...." is all Devon said, trying to catch his breath after coming harder than he could ever remember, he nuzzled against the hand in his hair, and did not say anything for a long pause, and then he murmured, "Nothing ever felt so bad or, then, so good... isn't that insane?" Looking up at Orien, he smiled beautifully, looking every bit as if he's had the fuck of his life. "You can't even ..imagine.." he breathed.. Devon had stretched once the ropes were undone, and he looked almost transfigured, as if something deep inside himself was finally sated. "And you didn't leave me down here for someone else to find, either." He sounded a little teasing now, now that he could. "Just very fucking wow.." He is almost gushing, simply that thrilled with the experience.
 
Orien laughed softly and shifted to sit next to Devon, pulling the condom off and fixing up his pants. "The first time is always exhilarating. I'm glad you enjoyed it." He smirked at the mention of leaving him for someone else. "I considered it. Briefly." He stood and retrieved the first aid kit from a cabinet, sitting next to Devon again to disinfect the cuts he'd made with a warning that it might sting. Once that was done, he relaxed a bit and stretched out on his back on the mattress and glanced at Devon, pleased he'd enjoyed himself enough to look more at ease. "I'll walk you back up when you've recovered. No rush."
 
Devon did not complain while Orien cleaned his little wounds, and he simply lay, looking very content. "Do you want to play again sometime?" he asked Orien, casually. He got up and started gathering his clothes together, too, as he was asking. And he began to dress...
 
Orien couldn't stop the soft hum of appreciation that escaped as he watched Devon dress. "If you'd like. I won't say no to having you at my mercy again," he said with a smirk. "Did you have something in mind?" If he had some time to prepare he could make sure it lasted a bit longer. "How do you feel about being worked over by two of us?" he asked as he got to his feet as well and straightened out his clothes.
 
"Two.. two of you?" Devon appeared a bit startled by the thought... but then he smiled.."If the other guy is ... you know. Nice, like you? That'd be ok.. I always wondered how two at a time would... Feel. Like being used at both ends at once?"

Devon finishes dressing, "And next time you could use handcuffs, being tied is sexy but so are handcuffs. I mean, not if you're actually getting arrested," he said jokingly. Devon knew nothing about that, never having been arrested for anything, but it wasn't on his list of fantasies. "I think I'm really glad we met, Orien. And I didn't even have to use my 'stop' word..."
 
Orien smirked and headed over to the gate, reaching through and flipping a latch on the other side to open it up. "Give me a few days and I can have someone." He looked Devon over as he considered something. "I'm sure we can work something out. With handcuffs. Among other things." He smiled and stepped out of the room. "It was certainly a pleasure meeting you, Devon. I hope next time is just as memorable."
 
Devon made a side trip to the bathroom to use the facilities and make sure he was presentable, then headed out of the club. He wondered how many days was a few, and decided he would return next weekend and see if Orien was around, as he really liked the thought of seeing the other man again after all of the fun they had had. Life was going to seem boring until then, he had a sinking feeling, and worried about what if he never saw Orien again...
 
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