Doctor He Calls Master

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 (𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩.)

Derek was glad to be held in place after making his mess. His body wished nothing more than to collapse. Never having been on the receiving end of such fierce  animalistic lust. It took a lot out of him, surprisingly enough, but then again it was natural for his body to want to give after his last 'meal' being who knows how long ago and that God forbidden thing being through a tube no less. The effects of what his body has been through showed enough by how weak he felt after being used for pleasure.

Greyson lightly twisted his wrist to milk whatever was left, squeezing out every last drop onto the cushion as they both caught their breath. Derek's head moved with the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

"Good boy." Greyson relaxed the hand around Derek's neck and trailed it back to hold Derek by the shoulder so he didn't fall forward or back. "That was a lot." Greyson receded his hips back and pulled out, his cock still somewhat stiff, but his head was in a bit of a haze from the flood of pleasant chemicals. He continued to hold Derek as he dropped his head back so he could recollect his senses.

Once he came down a little from the high, he began to untie the rope artwork on Derek. In place of the rope were indents in his skin that Greyson found admirable.

"Hm," Derek closed his eyes. Not wanting to be empty of cock, but knowing he couldn't keep Greyson next to him forever either. So once his hands were free, he reached forward to the back of the chair and leaned against it with his head on the top most part while he tried to regain any kind of composure. His breathing was still uneasy before registering Greyson's words.

The rope was entirely removed and all that remained on Derek was the leash and collar.

"Take a moment to get back your bearings. When you do, stand up." Greyson went towards the desk and tossed the rope onto the surface then opened a top drawer, removing a cigarette and a lighter. The lighter was returned then Greyson walked over towards the fireplace taking a deep drag, blowing smoke towards the fire.

"... You're a piece of work, darling. A piece of fucking work." Greyson looked over towards Derek, leaning an elbow on the mantle as he stared at him with a look that was undefined, but it was scarily developing into something more. "Tell me the truth; how bad do you wish I were fucking dead? And don't lie to me, you bastard." He raised the hand he held the cigarette in and jabbed it in the air in the slaves direction. "No fucking lies." Greyson's gangster demeanor upheld in that moment as his glare held authority. He wanted a serious answer. Derek would be a fool to think he wouldn't notice, but then again Greyson had already been senile to who he really was.

The audacity of this man.

They were both naked, his ass was dripping with his masters cum and Greyson wants to talk about grudges!? Fucking hell.

He cleared his throat to try and get in the mindset while his eyes were having a hard time not being so glossy with pleasure before standing up. Despite the aches in his shoulders, he moved his hands to clasp behind his back for the sake of trying to stand almost at attention, the only way he could keep his body focused on anything other than collapsing in that very moment.

This man's form was yet again sending Greyson over the edge. He could have a replica of it sculpted in marble as a statue in his home that would put David by Michelangelo to shame. Despite loving every bit of it, Greyson's dignified hues held in place a direct line to Derek's pupils.

"Well....if this isn't a more appropriate time to ask then I don't know what other time it could be," he chuckled lightly as his head felt all sorts of dizzy before looking back to the other. "When you stick tubes down my nose, when you leave me in small spaces and torture the living hell out of my cock and balls, I want you dead. I want you to burn in hell for every ounce of pain that sounds from my lips," he explained honestly. For him as a veteran marine, it took a lot to make him sound out in pain, so for Greyson to have pulled so much agony from him should speak volumes, "but when you're not torturing me… I don't want you dead. I think you're an interesting person… this life you live… this place you've made. It's not something I've ever seen before. When you fuck me and edge the living hell out of me, all I want is to suck your cock 'til I know you're proud of me." His mind and heart wasn't sure if they were on the same page with how submissive that sounded, but he didn't take back his words. "Right now, I don't want you dead. I just want to be close… and I want food… that's it..." he explained, having to touch the edge of the chair just to be sure he wouldn't fall over as he tried to remain still.