My Fairy Tail (BxB yaoi collection)

Your Burn

So I found this photo and I'm like 😏 I know where this goes...
Attaches file to wattpad...
WARNING WARNING
MEGA FUCKING WARNING
The following story has high levels of darkness and pain. If not liked please do not respond with death wishes and horrible comments. But friendly criticism is okay.
This isn't exactly my area of expertise so... Don't judged the bad so harshly.
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Similarly to when Natsu first awoke however many months it had been since he'd been abducted, he couldn't see which was probably less distressing than the fact that he was upright hung from the wall by what sounded like chains. The cold metal cuffs bit into his skin and burned fiercely, and for Natsu to consider something was burning meant something was off. He guessed he'd been tied up for a while now and the cuts on his wrists, there would have to have been some as he could feel the dried trails of blood that ran down his arms, he guessed they were infected. His body ached with bruises and his leg throbbed with pain, if ever he got out of this situation he'd have to have it rebroken and set properly. His breaths were shallow and it hurt to exhale. He heard someone move and he noticed the scent he had grown to fear.
"So, your finally awake. About time. I was getting impatient." Came the arrogant voice he knew so well, it had been the only voice he'd heard in so long that Natsu actually yearned to hear it to know he wasn't alone. Sting had become Natsu's whole world, just as the blonde Slayer had wanted.

At first he'd fought back but soon Natsu learned, was trained into being obedient. He also learned not to speak unless told too. It had been made very clear some time ago, Natsu was only alive because Sting allowed it. In return Natsu had to please his master. It still brought a bitter taste to Natsu's parched mouth but he daren't fight against his oppressor he was in no shape to protect himself.

The chains came loose and though the cuffs still remained on his wrists the relief of not holding his weight on his injuries was immense. For a while Natsu simply sat on the cold floor, stone no doubt. "Are you going to do your job, or do you need more training." His master growled. Natsu crawled over, knowing Sting had a thing about Natsu walking upright, it wasn't right for a slave to walk on the same level as its master. He also wasn't allowed to remove the blindfold. He had to smell his way around. Which didn't end well as Sting shoved Natsu's face against his already erect penis. All Natsu could sense was Stings deep musky scent. It's every defining smell burned into Natsu's mind. Natsu hadn't seen anything for so long he relied completely on hearing and smelling, and all he ever heard or smelt was Sting. He'd long since given up on escaping, he'd come close a few times but once he was caught, and he always was, he was severely punished to the point that the ground was covered in his blood, he couldn't move and Sting was having his filthy way. "Stop zoning out and do your fucking job." Sting snarled. Natsu flinched as he heard the sound of a pocket knife clicking into place. He held up his hands like he'd been taught and Sting guided them to his erection. Pleasuring a man is not something that came naturally to Natsu but he had to do well or he'd be punished. He didn't know if it was better or if it was worse that he could not see Stings expressions, better because he hated the man who held him captive, worse because he didn't know if what he was doing was right.

"As usual your horrible at Handies." Sting sighed. Natsu flinched back and hoped to God what he feared was about to happen didn't happen. But his hopes went unnoticed as another laceration was added to the growing amount that littered his arms, legs and back, but never his face. Natsu grunted not letting Sting hear his pain, it was the last sign of resilience he had left. Another Laceration and two more after that. "Use your mouth."

"Yes." Natsu's voice was flat, monotonous and dull. Sting kicked him, hard, in the chest knocking the wind out of his victim.

"Yes what, bitch?" He snarled smirking at the gasps of pain.