Slave to Love Ch. 01

Daman reached out, his fingertips lightly sliding over the lifeless member between the younger mans legs, and when he did, Eko made the most painful helpless sound deep in the back of his throat. It was almost a whimper, but it held a hint of something worse, as if the touch pained him though Daman knew logically he'd been supremely gentle. Hence, the touch could have only brought humiliation up in his sweet slave's body. "You'll learn to always be hard and wanting for me, sweet Eko. When you touch yourself, do you think more often of men or women?" he asked, watching with amusement as those eyes snapped up to his own, embarrassment on every line of his face.

"I... I… don't like girls." He finally managed to get out, his cheeks flushing a deep delicate crimson. Daman smiled.

"Look back up into my face, Eko. I want to see your embarrassment." He told him, watching as Eko struggled to obey and do as he was told. "This is a good thing, because you will not be allowed to touch or be touched by anyone but myself, or anyone I loan you too." He told his slave, "Though I might find amusement in teaching you to please females despite your body's choice."

Daman began to curl his fingers around the warm flesh beneath his fingers, and Eko fought hard not to close his eyes or cower away from the touch. His breath caught in his throat and purely physical pleasure sparked a response to the stroke. He felt with intense humiliation his cock beginning to grow and firm beneath that warm touch, and he watched with tears stinging the back of his eyes as Daman's lips twitched into that almost-smile he seemed to be partial too.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Daman whispered to his slave, and Eko swallowed hard, nodding his head. "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?" he asked, to which Eko wordlessly shook his head, sending his soft black and lavender locks flying in all directions. Just as suddenly as he'd begun, Daman released the length of the boys cock, bringing his hands up to stroke over his belly and hips.

Eko had to fight himself to keep from pulling away form the touch, and he couldn't stop the sound of surprised dismay as those fingers scratches red trails along his pristine flesh and even louder when those fingers pinched and tugged at his sensitive little nipples. He wanted to close his eyes, he wanted to hide, to crawl away and hide under the bed, but he could do nothing but stand still, eyes open and locked on his master's admittedly beautiful face and accept the unwanted undesired touches. This was not how Eko had expected his first sexual experience to go, and soon each breath was hard to draw in and let out, the tightening from both physical pleasure and emotional anguish.

Eko was so confused. Daman watched that confusion slide over his face, watched the blushes spread, watched his eyes glisten and glaze when he did something that the boy liked in particular, and he watched as the desire to draw away fluttered across Eko's face when he did those pleasurable things. The sensations were simply so foreign, and the man giving them to him was a stranger. Daman loved that the boy was so incredibly innocent, that he'd never had hand laid on him before, because it meant that he could be present for every new thing, it mean he could watch the surprise and excitement and fear cross over his face.

Moving behind him, Daman began to stroke his fingers over the boy's wings. They were soft, so incredibly downy soft, and as he trailed the feathers, over the delicate bones that made the structure up, he heard a sound from his tender little pet. A sigh, not a pained sigh, but one of pleasure. A real sigh of pleasure. "You like that?" he whispered, stepping in close so his body nestled right in between the two huge feathered wings.

"Y-yes, M-master. It f-feels good." Came the soft reply, his eyes falling closed since Daman was behind him and couldn't see.

Daman continued to stroke and fondle along the wings, and as his hands began to get closer and closer to the bases where they met his back, Eko began to draw in sharper little breaths. He was clearly beginning to get excited, and Daman was willing to bet that his sweet pets face was bright red with reaction. "This feels different down here at the base of your wings then the other parts, doesn't it Eko?" he whispered in against the nape of his neck. Eko nodded softly, swallowing audibly. "Feels good?" Daman pressed.

"Y-yess..." Eko stammered the word out, letting it end in a soft hiss of pleasure as Daman leaned his head down and placed a heavenly nip along the tender flesh where his back met wing.

Reaching around his little slave, Daman gripped his shaft in one firm hand. His slave moaned, leaning back against him, his wings fluttering in a way that had Daman buffeted in buttery softness. His cock was hard, hard as a rock, and Daman realized this was something truly special about his young slave. "Does all of your kind feel this way when you touch the base of their wings?"

"Y-yes, Master... it's a v-very s-special place. T-touching there i-in public m-means your mated." He whispered, swallowing hard and gazing down at the ground. He was getting really worked up, never having been touched like this before, never having this manner of intense sexual excitement. It was almost more then he could handle, and Daman, unaware of how sensitive his wings were, still touched, stroked, and then began to lick and nibble at them gently.

Moans and groans soon began to escape, much to Daman's excitement. Touching the wings, he was certain it would just be a horrible tease to his little pet, so he held tight to the boys cock but did not stroke it, wanting to be absolutely certain he didn't over do it. The more he teased those wings, the more intense those sounds became and after a moment, he finally got the response he was looking for.

"P-please..." came the soft hesitant words, "S-so sensitive..." he whispered, shaking his head and biting his lower lip. "Scared. Master, p-please!"

"You're scared?" Daman breathed, "I haven't done anything to you yet, young one, I haven't hurt you yet." His free hand crept in a slow line down the boys back to slide over the gentle swell of his ass. He had an absolutely perfect ass, soft and warm beneath his fingertips, and when he touched Eko jumped and trembled, clearly anxious.

"Y-yes, s-scared." He stammered out again, nodding his head frantically. When Daman's hand spread the boys ass and began to probe and touch along one of his most intimate places, Eko cried out and humiliation washed through him, coursing through him like a living thing and coiling in his belly, tightening and terrifying him beyond all coherent thought. "Please no. Please!" he begged, and Daman drew back his hand.

Eko thought for sure he was safe, but a split second later that hand came back and slapped hard over his ass. "I will touch you everywhere and anywhere I want, Pet. You belong to me." He growled, then suddenly picked Eko up and carried him to a soft plush lounge chair.

Taking a seat, Daman positioned the boy face down so he lay over his lap, and he struggled to get comfortable with his hard cock pressed to Daman's thigh. He didn't want the evidence of his arousal pressed against his new master, it was too horrifying a thought to even consider, but every time he tried to move, Daman would simply hold him still. "D-don't h-hurt me, p-please M-master, p-please!" he wailed, and Daman ignored his please, his wailing.

Well that's not entirely true, he didn't ignore it, he savored it. The sound of fear on the little ones tongue was sweet nectar to drink down and relish. "Eko. I am only going to ask you this once. It's something that you'll have to learn on your own, but I'm going to ask you to consider and try to do this for me because it will make things so much easier." He began slowly, stroking his palm over the sweet warmth of the boy's ass. "Trust me. It may sound difficult, it may even sound impossible. But if you can learn to trust that you're precious to me, my precious slave, my pet, that I don't want to do you real damage, things will become much easier. I will teach you how to enjoy the things I do to you, but it will be harder unless you trust me. I'm not a cruel master; I'm not half as bad as the other men out there that could have snatched you up before I could take you home with me. Have you seen anyone in my home that did not look content and happy?" His words held a hint of compassion, kindness, and Eko had to stop and ponder.

He'd seen naked and clothed slaves, he'd even seen one that was being punished for some crime or another, but when thinking back on the faces of each slave, Eko couldn't truly say he saw any miserable person. Everyone seemed well fed, happy, and Eko was miserable, he was truly miserable. So frightened, so anguished, so terrified inside at the idea of what will happen to him. "I d-don't want to have s-sex." He stammered out suddenly, voicing his concern.

"That's not your choice any more, it's my choice." Daman countered, and without another word Eko began to cry. Soft crystalline tears that rolled down those fair cheeks of his. The boy was breakable, so tender and innocent inside. He could break him at the drop of a hat and the realization made Daman consider how he could train the boy. He truly didn't want to shatter his soul, he wanted him to be happy and he wanted himself to be happy – both could happen but it would take finesse and tenderness, two things Daman hadn't really worked on for quite some time in his life.

"I will make you a deal." Daman said, continuing to stroke over the boy's rump while his free hand slid up to fondle and caress the wing bases. "You will do the very best you can to please me. You will follow my orders, you will accept your punishments, and you will trust in my teaching you and your body the pleasures and pains that I have to show you – and I will not take you until you ask for it. I will not rape you." Daman knew he was putting himself on the line as much as the boy, he knew that to give him so much control over what happened to himself opened his own heart up to the boys needs, his desires, it opened his heart to loving the little angel, but ... he knew inside he could never rape the boy anyhow. He never was good at out and out rape, he liked his partners to cry, but he wanted them to reach for him afterwards. Twisted logic, mayhap, but it was how he thought none the less.

Eko sniffled softly, turning his head so he could look up at his Master. "W-will you touch m-me *there*?" he whispered.

"Yes, I'll touch you there; I'll even put things inside of you. But I will not force my cock inside of your ass without you wanting it there. Are you going to try trusting me?" he murmured, and after a moment Eko nodded his head and made another adorable sniffling sound that pulled at Daman's heart-strings. "Good!" he said, giving Eko a smile. "Very good. You work hard, and I know you won't disappoint me, Eko."

Reaching down to the side of the chair Daman opened a small toy chest that was situated just within Eko's view. Glancing down, the boy could see every toy and implement of torture that he had at his immediate disposal. His hand stroked, gentle, teasingly raking fingernails over that soft rump, and then suddenly he drew back and came down with a sharp intense spanking.

Eko wasn't expecting it, having grown used to and even comfortable with the stroking and teasing over that part of his body, that when the spanking came he nearly leapt off his lap with a cry torn from his throat. "Ooow!!" he yelped, and Daman chuckled.

"Hush up, take your spankings." And another came, jerking the boy's hips and partially hard member against his thigh, rubbing it pointedly and causing mixed reactions from the boy. Pain and humiliation warred with pleasure, and he fought to keep himself from crying again. Another sudden slap came down, and the jarring of it, the strength of it pushed Eko against his new Masters thigh, sending his cock grinding and sparks of pleasure dancing behind his eyes despite the pain. A broken moan, a whimper and a stifled sob escapes, and Daman began to just gently strokes his hands over the aching soreness of his rump again.

"Good, shhh, breath, that's it little one." The murmurs came soft, and Eko couldn't help but want more of that comforting sound. He was just so scared and nervous, and he ached inside and out, but he wanted to be comforted and Daman's voice was all he had to cling to. He choked back another sob, then shook with his arousal and humiliation and the pain in his rump. A moment passed and Daman drew back for another sharp smack, hitting him hard enough to jerk him forward once more, rubbing him pointedly against that thigh once more, and this time the moan came louder, sharper as it mingled with the pain of the slap.

It wasn't too bad, not really. It was a spanking, nothing that should make him cry and yet it DID make him cry. Cry and whimper, plead silently and writhe in his Masters lap. And it was all so beautiful to his new Master. Daman wanted the sweet little angel in his power to cling to him and beg for more, he wanted him to find that line where pain becomes pleasure and all was good. He wanted the little creature to mewl and whimper and beg to be taken. Time. It would take time.

The spankings came, one at a time and between each a soft word, gentle murmur and a tender stroking over the little ones body. He looked so tender as he cried, as he pleaded. Each slap jerked him forward, rubbing him against Daman's thigh, and by the end of a half hour, his ass was so sore he knew he'd have a hard time sitting on it, but at the same time his cock was so hard it ached and Eko needed release so badly he didn't know what to do.

Hand on his rump, Daman began to slowly push his hips forward, using the position he'd chosen to heighten that sense of need, that unending spiral of desire that Eko was feeling. A free hand slid down, stroking between his wings, an action that had him catching his breath, and when that hand began to circle the fleshy part of his wingbases Eko was moaning loud again despite the heat of pain in his ass. A slap! Quick, sharp, the sound resounding off the walls of the large room, bouncing from place to place only to remind Eko of where he was, cause him to writhe, and feel the humiliating burn of shame as the spanking wasn't enough to doused the flames of arousal and need that still tore through his small form.

"You're so, so excited, little one." Daman murmured, "I feel it each time I spank you. Do you know how proud I am of you, Eko? No sweet one? You don't? Oooh little bird I'm so proud of you, take a deep breath, that's it, now let it out slowly..." SLAP! Another quick spanking, hard, unyielding, and Eko cried out as his hands searched for purchase and his cock lept and throbbed helplessly against Daman's thigh. His new Master clenched his fingers about his wingbases, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure down his spine to settle in his belly and coil in his groin. Climax was close, so close, so, so damned close.

"Don't make me, please don't make me." Eko wailed finally, knowing where this was going. He was going to be forced to humiliate himself for his new Master. He was going to be forced to and past that brink a brink he'd barely gone to with himself let alone with another person present.

"Shhh, it's not so bad, Eko. I promise." Daman nearly purred the words out. He didn't want to break the little birds soul, but he wanted it, in fact he was so hard with his need he could barely breathe but he couldn't just out and out rape the angelic creature. He had to take things slow. Damn! Damn, damn, damn!! It wasn't fair. He lifted Eko up in his arms then, slowly, shifting him on his lap so he could rest his back to Daman's chest. His hands came down and spread the Angel's legs so they straddled Daman's, opening him to the room, and Eko mewed out his discomfort. His ass was red and sore, bruised mightily. Daman wouldn't have hit him so hard and so many times but the sight of him writhing and the feel of him so hard was more then he could bare, he couldn't stop himself.

The price one pays for being to adorable in the presence of a brutal and loving Master, mayhap.

Buffeted by the softness of Eko's wings, Daman looked over the little creatures shoulder, down the long line of his beautiful body to the cock that was so hard and bright purple pressed to his belly. Eko may not realize it, but Daman did. He needed release or he'd be in more pain the next day than he'd ever experienced in that part of his body. What he did was a blessing more then a curse, though the Angel wouldn't agree with him on that most likely. Daman took one of Eko's hands in his, the small thing trembling with uncertainty, his chest heaving with excitement and fear. Daman could taste those things on him, his scent thick – it only made it harder for him to concentrate. No one should smell this good. No one had the right to smell this good!

He curled Eko's fingers around his own aching cock, his nose nuzzling at the Angel's neck softly. "I know you've done it before." Daman purred softly, "Tell me, Eko, have you touched yourself before?"

"Y-yes." Eko stammered out, his voice breaking on his sob and his eyes falling shut as he held himself in a tight grip.

"And it felt good?" Daman murmured.

"Y-yes." Eko said again, trying to hold back his helpless tears.

"Show me." Daman's voice came out like an auditory caress, like music, like Mozart or Bach. Sweet and beautiful and deceptively mundane.

Daman watched as Eko, with trembling hand, began to stroke himself, holding his length awkwardly with an audience watching, as if he'd never held onto his cock before in his life. "I c-cant." Eko whimpered out, frightened and tense, unable to get himself to perform the way his Master wanted.

"Yes you can." Daman's hand returned to cover Eko's, guiding him, leading him, forcing him to stroke the length of his own member again, and again, and again, and again. Each stroke drew whimpers, moans, sharp breathes and soon Eko couldn't help but rock his hips and writhe in time with each and every stroke. "Tell me what you want, Eko." Daman whispered in his ear, and the little Angel cried out, his head falling back to rest against Daman's broad chest.

"Tell me." Daman whispered again, when no answer was forthcoming.

"D-don't..." Eko cut himself off with a moan, soft and pure and sweet.

"Don't what?

"D-don't... D-don't ... don't s-stop." He stammered out again, mewing his unease and fear and discomfort but unable to beg for anything but more. His body was taught, tight with his need, tight with the closeness of something far more intense then anything he'd ever experienced in his life. He knew it was coming, like a wave in the distance he could see swelling into something monstrous while he stood on the shore and watched with baited breath, unable to stop it, unable to do anything but watch it come, unable to run because there was no where to go.

Daman didn't stop, he continued to force the young mans hand up and down his shaft, stroke after stroke, moment after moment. "That's it." He murmured against the boys neck, then opened his mouth to lightly graze two sharp pin-pointed fangs against his fluttering pulse. Eko didn't know what he was doing, he didn't care, he didn't care if Daman killed him and tossed him in a gutter after this, all he cared about was that approaching wave he could see in the distance and couldn't stop.

Those tiny fangs raked over that pulse again and again as the boy grew closer to the brink of release. His breath caught and Daman knew, he knew as Eko arched into his body that there was no turning back now and just as Eko tripped Daman sank his fangs into his pulse-point, causing a cry to rip from the boys throat, a cry of surprised pain and unending pleasure.