A Dragon's Tail

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Sting felt the activation of the magic circle ticking along. It was a self destruct  magic circle, operated by the man who had captured Rogue and him. He knew Rogue was getting the worst of it, he shivered just thinking about it. But he knew if Rogue didn't follow the man's orders, the magic circle would go boom.

Rogue looked at the man, who stared down at him with a smug smile.
"I told you the rules, now obey my little pet, or the magic circle blows your friend away." Rogue grunted, the tear tracks on his face doing nothing to intimidate the man.
"What do you want?"
"Ehem."
"What do you please... Master." Rogue whimpered as the man grabbed the leash to his collar, the cords undoing around his waist. The man dragged Rogue to the floor, pulling off his trousers.
"Suck." He said, pointing to his lower regions. Rogue blushed, recoiling slightly. A cord grew long around his finger as he cracked it like a whip against Rogue's back. He tugged at the leash around his collar, brining his head forwards. The little golden tag attached to the collar jingled in reply. "Do it, my little pet." Rogue put the man's... Areas... into his mouth, grabbing the base. The man moaned, a small smile creeping up his face. "Butt up!" Rogue blushed as he adjusted his hips. He finally pulled back, kneeling on the floor while panting.
"W-was t-that to your l-liking M-Ma-master?" He said.
"You missed a spot." The man smiled. "I'm going to have to punish you my little pet." He grabbed a fistful of Rogue's ebony locks, throwing him onto the bed. He slipped Rogue's pants back on, pulling a knife from the drawer. A gas released into the room, making Rogue feel tired. He aimed the knife over his heart, tracing it until tiny droplets formed.
"ROGUE!"