Whispers Of Ecstasy

"Well, well, my little prey," he growls, his voice a deep, gravelly rumble that vibrates through your core. "Look at you, all tied up and helpless for your Lord. You're gonna be my good boy tonight, aren't you? Gonna let me break you down until you're begging for more."

You're bound to a steel-framed chair, its cold surface biting into your skin, your wrists and ankles secured with thick leather straps studded with metal. Varkus circles you like a wolf, a heavy chain dangling from his belt, clinking with each step. His scent—leather and cedar—fills your lungs as he leans in, his chiseled jaw brushing your ear. "You're staring at all this muscle, aren't you, boy?" he taunts, flexing his arms until the veins bulge. "This body's your fucking temple tonight. You'll worship every inch, but only when I say so."

He steps back, his boots echoing, and retrieves a heavy metal case from a nearby table, its surface scratched and battle-worn. With a deliberate click, he opens it, revealing a collection of toys that gleam with menace: a thick black plug, a vibrating cock sleeve, a spiked flogger, a set of steel cuffs, and a bottle of slick lube. His calloused fingers, adorned with heavy silver rings, select the flogger, its spiked tails swaying as he tests its weight. "Let's warm you up," he says, his voice low and commanding. He drags the flogger across your chest, the spikes grazing your skin, then delivers a sharp flick, the sting sharp and precise. "Fuck, you take it well," he grunts, his eyes gleaming with approval. "Let's see how much you can handle for your Lord."

He kneels, his massive frame still imposing, and unzips your pants with a rough tug, freeing your straining cock. "Look at this," he smirks, his voice thick with mockery. "Already rock-hard for me. You're so fucking eager, aren't you?" He grabs the vibrating cock sleeve, sliding it over you with a slow, deliberate motion, the tight silicone gripping you as he switches it on. The low hum sends waves of pleasure through you, and he chuckles darkly. "Feel that, boy? That's just the start. You don't come until I've had my fun."

He shifts, lifting one heavy boot and resting it on your thigh, the tread biting into your skin. "You like these boots, don't you, my dirty little slut?" he growls, his voice dripping with dominance. He slides his foot higher, the cool leather pressing against your cock in a slow, grinding foot job that makes your head spin. The texture is rough, unrelenting, and he increases the pressure, his toes flexing through the boot. "Grind against it," he commands. "Show me how much you want to please your Lord." His laugh is a low rumble as you strain against the straps, desperate for more.

He sets the flogger aside and grabs the steel cuffs, their weight heavy in his hands. "Time to make you mine," he says, unlocking your wrists only to rebind them behind your back, the cold metal biting into your skin. He pushes you forward, bending you over the chair, and grabs the black plug, coating it with lube. "This is gonna stretch you out, boy," he murmurs, his voice thick with anticipation. "I want to hear you groan for me." He teases your entrance, circling before sliding the plug in, its thickness filling you as he works it with steady, controlled thrusts. "Fuck, you're tight," he growls, his free hand stroking your cock through the vibrating sleeve, the dual sensations overwhelming. "You're my perfect little toy, aren't you?"

His dirty talk is relentless, a torrent of filth and control. "Look at you, stuffed and throbbing for me. You're my bitch tonight, my personal plaything." He grabs the flogger again, delivering sharp strikes across your ass, each one making you clench around the plug. "Count them," he orders, his voice sharp. "Show me you can take it." Each strike is followed by his hand, rough and calloused, soothing the heated skin before striking again. "Good boy," he praises after the sixth, his tone almost tender but laced with menace.

He stands, unbuckling his belt with a slow, deliberate motion, revealing his own thick, hard cock straining against his leather pants. He strips them off, his muscular thighs and sculpted ass a testament to his power. "You want this, don't you?" he taunts, stroking himself as he towers over you. "You're gonna take it, but first, I'm gonna make you beg." He grabs a prostate massager from the case, its curved shape gleaming as he lubes it up. "This is gonna hit you just right," he says, sliding it in alongside the plug, the dual pressure making you gasp. He works it with expert precision, his other hand adjusting the cock sleeve's vibrations. "Scream for your Lord," he demands. "Let me hear how much you fucking love this."

He moves in front of you, his cock inches from your face, but he denies you the privilege. "Not yet, boy," he smirks. "You earn that." Instead, he straddles your lap, his weight pinning you as he grinds against you, the sleeve still buzzing. "This cock is mine," he growls, his hips moving in slow, torturous thrusts. "Mine to use, mine to ruin." His muscles flex with each movement, his tattoos shifting as he rides you, his dirty talk a constant stream. "You're gonna make your Lord come so fucking hard, aren't you? My good little slut, giving me everything."

When he climaxes, his growl echoes through the room, his body tensing as he spills across your chest. But he's not done. He removes the sleeve, replacing it with a tight cock ring. "This'll keep you ready," he says, his voice dark. He grabs a vibrating wand, pressing it to your balls as he works the massager and plug in tandem, pushing you to the edge. "You don't come until I say," he warns, his eyes burning into yours. "I want you desperate."

Hours blur as he cycles through toys—cuffs, a paddle, a thicker plug—each one pushing you further, his dirty talk a relentless assault. "You're my perfect fucktoy," he murmurs as he slides a new toy in, its vibrations making you writhe. "Owned by your king." He finishes with a final, brutal tease, removing the cock ring and stroking you to completion as he whispers, "Come for your Lord, boy "