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After that, Cayden moved to his shirt. The cuffs were released. The buttons down the front were opened, but when Cayden reached in to caress Ela's chest, he got another warning noise. Obediently, the man moved around him, slipping the shirt from his shoulders like a proper manservant before folding it to go with the rest. He came back behind Eladehl and reached around to open his pants.
The flap opened and Cayden hooked his thumbs over Eladehl's hips, guiding both the pants and underwear down together. Slowly. With each inch exposed, Cayden's breath fell on the back of Ela's neck, driving him higher. Enough that when his dick sprang free, it was not only hard, but glistening in preparation.
And Cayden couldn't resist. His hand found Eladehl's shaft, stroking once with a delirious moan. Immediately, Ela reacted, grabbing Cayden's arm to sling the man against the wall. That quickly, my partner shifted from a calm, coolly detached master and into a punisher.
Ela's other hand found Cayden's throat and he squeezed hard, leaning right into his face. "Did I say you could touch?" he asked.
"No," Cayden whimpered. "I just…"
Eladehl silenced him with a kiss, crashing his mouth into the smaller man's. His tongue plunged between the guy's teeth, diving deep enough to push Cayden back. I dared to glance at Shiran, making sure this was still within bounds, only to find the guardian breathing slowly, clearly fighting against his own desire and the teeth of the ring wrapped around his dick.
"You're here to please me," Eladehl warned him, "not the other way around. If you touch me without my permission again, I will hit you. If you dare to speak without my approval, I will shove my cock so far down your throat that you can't complain."
"Yes, sir," Cayden breathed.
And Eladehl pushed, forcing Cayden to his knees. Cayden didn't stand a chance. Eladehl's biceps flexed as he manhandled the guy. His hands forced Cayden's face up, and then he tilted his hips, angling his dick right at the man's lips. Cayden's mouth opened obediently, but this wasn't the way I'd treated Nari. There was nothing gentle about it.
Eladehl fucked the man's face, offering him no pleasure back. He didn't take his time. He wasn't careful not to hurt him. He rammed his dick through Cayden's lips with a fury, and the smaller man simply knelt, allowing himself to be used. But before Eladehl could come, he stopped.
"Where's your lube?" he asked. "Because riding you dry isn't of any interest to me."
Cayden looked to the table beside the bed.
"Get it," Eladehl ordered.
Still on his knees, Cayden crawled over to retrieve the bottle, but he didn't get the chance to return. Eladehl followed, snatching the lube with one hand and the back of Cayden's neck with the other. That grip was enough to haul his lover to his feet and push him at the bed. Cayden landed against it ass up, his feet still on the floor and his hands on the mattress, but Eladehl was stalking him.
And maybe Shiran couldn't see it. Maybe the other guardian thought this was all just role playing, but I knew better. Shoving the guy around spoke to some need in Eladehl. Some desire to cause pain and suffering. Humiliation even.
But from there, it only got worse. Eladehl wasn't trying to love him. I wasn't even sure if he was trying to please Cayden. This was completely selfish, yet the smaller man seemed to be enjoying it. Once, Eladehl slapped Cayden on the ass hard enough to leave a handprint on his skin. Next, he yanked the guy onto his back, dick up, and stroked him hard. Hard enough to make the man whimper.
Then, finally, my best friend was ready to go. Thrusting a knee under Cayden's thigh and onto the bed, he spread the man open. After angling himself into alignment, Eladehl leaned closer, easing himself in, only to slam his dick to the hilt once he was inside the man's body. Cayden's back arched, lifting his torso away from the bed, and I couldn't be sure if it was from pain or pleasure. Possibly both.
Eladehl leaned over, pushing his dick in a little further. For a single moment, I thought he was going to kiss the man again, but I was so wrong. His right hand simply wrapped around Cayden's throat, Ela's face hovering only inches away, and he began to thrust, his fingers growing ever tighter.
"How many times can you come, pretty boy?" Eladehl asked. "I want to see your jizz sprayed up across your chest, your balls so tight they're trying to crawl back into your body, and then you will come again. Then again. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Cayden breathed, sounding delirious. "Oh, fuck yes."
"And that cum is the only way I'll let you breathe. If you pass out, I'm fucking you until I get off and leaving you here in your own mess."
Cayden couldn't answer because Eladehl was already squeezing harder, cutting off his words with the fist around his neck, but Cayden didn't seem to care. Each thrust made the man writhe in pleasure. His legs had lifted to wrap around Ela's back, but from the pale color of my best friend's hand, I knew that grip wasn't just for play. If Cayden could breathe at all, I'd be surprised.
I looked at Shiran. He noticed the movement, he met my eyes and shrugged. Clearly, he wasn't worried about this, but I knew Ela meant what he'd said. If Cayden didn't come, he'd be choked unconscious, fucked, left with an ass filled with cum, and Shiran would have to clean up the mess.
Over and over, Ela rammed himself into the guy's ass, making no effort to be graceful or impressive about it. Cayden gasped, struggling to get a breath through the pressure on his neck, and then he came, ropes of white splattering across his chest. Eladehl immediately let go just to smear his hand through the mess and stroke the man's dick. His hips never stopped, and from the way Cayden reacted, his body was too sensitive for the continued stimulation. Eladehl didn't care.
He pumped Cayden's dick, keeping it from softening while he continued to fuck the man's ass. Yet the moment Cayden was breathing almost normally, Eladehl grabbed his throat again. Over and over, he repeated the process, making the man come three times without a break, and the respite to catch his breath got shorter each time.
Until Eladehl was finally satisfied. And then - only then - did he allow himself to finish. With a groan, he buried his cock as deep as it would go and let his eyes close, sucking in a breath when his balls were finally empty. I half-expected him to simply pull out and walk away, but not Ela. He was only cruel to those who deserved it.
"That's my man," he breathed. "You're ok. I got you."
And Cayden threw his arms around Eladehl's back and clung to him, finally allowed the contact he'd been craving. For the first time all night, Ela was gentle, kissing the guy's face, hair, and even arms as he gently withdrew from his body.
"You need me to stay?" he asked.
Cayden's eyes flicked to Shiran. "We're ok," he promised, but the look spoke volumes.
