A Dark Love |Under Construction|

Chapter 7

I seized the kid's throat, lifting him into the air with a swift, aggressive motion. His eyes widened in terror as he attempted to shriek, but my grip constricted his airway, silencing his cry. Despite the panic etched on his face, he didn't struggle, his arms remaining limp at his sides.

"Ugmh!... M-Mmm... asss... t-t-teerrrr!..." he stuttered, his voice barely audible.

A sly smile spread across my face as I watched him struggle to breathe. I noticed the precum glistening on his tip, and my curiosity got the better of me. I reached out, wiping the sticky liquid off with my finger, and brought it to my lips, savoring the taste.

"Slave, you taste so good... But only I can say when you can cum..." I whispered, my voice low and husky.

I squeezed his neck, feeling his body tense beneath my grip. A low chuckle escaped my lips as I released him, tossing him onto the bed. He gasped, coughing violently as his body trembled. While he struggled to catch his breath, I rummaged through his backpack, searching for secrets.

He let out a pained groan, "Ah... hah... Ugh.. M... Mas... ter?" his voice barely above a whisper.

I yanked his head back, pulling him towards me, and swiftly blindfolded him. He gasped, his eyes scanning the darkness, trying to adjust to the sudden loss of sight. I seized both his arms, pinning them behind his back, and tied them together with a length of rope. His knees and ankles followed, bound tightly together, rendering him completely immobile.

As he struggled to move, the ropes bit into his skin, causing him to wince in pain. Every time he shifted, the knots dug deeper, leaving him to moan softly into the darkness. I finished by tying a cloth gag over his mouth, silencing his cries. His breathing grew labored, his nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths through his nose, his skin slick with sweat.

"Slave, just so you won't cum...", I whispered, a mischievous glint in my eye.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft, and he winced, anticipating what was to come. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to lick the head of his cock, my movements slow and deliberate.

"Mgghhhg!...🖤", he groaned, his voice laced with a mix of pain and pleasure.

Without warning, I jammed a metal pin into his penis, and he let out a blood-curdling yell as his dick throbbed in agony. The image of a baby deer, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby, flashed in my mind, and I couldn't help but laugh at the twisted thought.

As I did, my arms and hands began to grow, my body transforming in ways I couldn't control. Panic set in, and I struggled to calm myself down.

"Shit... I have to calm down..." I muttered, trying to regain composure.

I turned my attention back to the boy, my voice firm and commanding. "Slave, I'm going to tease you now, so don't ask me to stop."

He nodded weakly, his body still squirming despite the rope burns. I pulled out a small, plastic vibrator, its string and button glinting in the light. But before I used it, I decided to tease his entrance with my thick, large finger. My finger danced across his outer skin, which felt strangely lubricated, and I began to kiss his neck softly, inhaling his scent.

As I did, his body stopped squirming, and I took the opportunity to sink my teeth into his neck, drawing blood. At the same time, I inserted my finger inside him, and he let out a pained yelp.

"Mhh!.. Mhah!... 🖤", he cried out, his voice muffled by the gag.

I was taken aback by how tight he was, and my finger wiggled around inside him, causing him to moan even more. My teeth sank deeper into his flesh, and I let out a low moan, my breath hot against his ear.