Arel!
And Kors already out of habit, not at all restraining himself, just as he spanked Nik, gave Arel a box on the ear; and he, like Nik, only shrank slightly and swallowed it without answering.
You need to put a chastity belt on him. Otherwise, he will make children and continue the spoiled family.
Who needs him!
Are you kidding? His expensive clothes, long hair and tall stature will perfectly attract peasants and slaves, this is quite enough for them. Valentine, can you hear thoughts? Suddenly asked Kors, abruptly changing the subject from an unexpected guess.
And Valentine trembled again and timidly answered:
Yes, sir. Quite a bit, only sir Arels, sir Niks and sir Verniys.
Kors shook his head.
Yeah Arel, and all your fault is your carelessness and stupidity! Gods, what am I to do with you all? How to fix this mess?
Put it back on, Arel ordered Valentin, nodding at the helmet, and the boy immediately began to pull it over his disheveled head, slipping a hard leather collar under the collar. He couldnt himself tighten the lacing on the back of his head, and Arel helped him and closed the back with a lock again.
Kors watched as Valentine himself put on a slavish attribute, as it seemed to Kors, he did it even with some kind of joy or relief he humbly bowed his head when Arel laced him up.
But his character is not at all the same as that of Chester, remarked Kors, or is it you, Arel, who knocked all the crap out of him?
Valentine, get out, get out! Arel ordered, and Valentine rushed to the exit.
We should have sent him to Verniy to at least wash his face, hes grimy as a pig, said Kors.
Arel didnt answer, he was clearly tired of being busy with a slave. He held out his hand to Kors.
Go here.
Kors responded, and Arel threw him onto his skins, holding him to himself.
Arel, do you love me?
Yes, Arel whispered, leaning on Kors with his whole body and pulling off his pants.
Chapter 5
Why have you got drunk? I let you go play your fucking cards! I gave you permission! I fulfilled your wish, because I know how much you love it! And you got drunk!
Kors shouted at his Nik, who returned to their tent in the morning and was pretty drunk.
All clear! Dull silence! A rams look!
Kors kicked in annoyance at their camp bed, on which Nik was sitting, and Nik quickly moved aside.
I drank quite a little
Have you seen yourself from the side?
Forgive me
Yes, for you to say I'm sorry is as easy as to go have a piss!
You said one cant say that express himself in this way.
Why have you got drunk again? I dont understand, explain to me!
Nik thought for a while:
Because its its very pleasant.
Pleasant?! Is it pleasant to drink and hang around with all sorts of obscure personalities?
Personalities?
With all sorts of garbage!
Its fun
Kors literally gasped with indignation:
Fun?! Well, for goodness sake! I have no words! Your drunken friends will break your head sooner or later! Mador will split your stupid head, this will be also fun!
No.
Yes! This is usually the end of such adventures, believe me, I know. And you choose your friends the right way only crap!
Nik slid off the trestle bed and knelt in front of his father, bending down to him and kissing his boots. He knew that Kors really liked this demonstration of humility and obedience: at the very beginning of their relationship, Kors forced Nik to do it, angering and humiliating him, but now, as time passed, he taught his son to such an expression of love and gratitude. Nik was used to this and often, without orders, crawled at Kors feet, licking his boots like a faithful dog. Kors was always happy to let him do it, but now he brutally threw him away.
Having slightly lost his balance (both from Kors kick and from the fact that he was very drunk), Nik fell on his side, but quickly pulled himself together and sat down. He didnt rise from his knees and was silent, allowing his father to scold him. No matter how hard he tried, Kors didnt feel a stream of suffering or any kind of experience from Nik. Deciding that it was alcohol to blame, which blocked his sons consciousness and prevented him from being sad and fully feeling the burden of guilt, Kors stopped scolding him:
Put on the mask! I cant see your drunken face! Oh, demonic nature, why should I be so punished to have such a son!
Nik, upset, but obediently reached for his mask and put it on. He finally got up from his knees and lay down on their trestle bed on his side, facing the wall, clearly trying not to stick out like a sore thumb and not provoke Kors. Frustrated, Kors left him alone and lay down on the skins next to him, defiantly embracing Arel.
They slept almost all day and only woke up in the evening.
Can I take off my mask? Nik asked cautiously. Ill wash and brush my teeth.
What for are you asking me?! When you get drunk, you dont ask me! Kors snapped sharply and irritably.
Nik sat in front of him with his head down, and Kors saw that he had not touched the mask, didnt take it off without permission.
You can take it off!
Thank you, daddy, please forgive me.
Oh!
Nik took off his mask and looked at his father apologetically. He looked sad. Unable to remain serious at the sight of his cute face, Kors involuntarily smiled.
Well, enough to flutter your eyelashes!
I dont do it on purpose! Why are you making fun of me? You made me this way yourself, and now you laugh!
I made it beautifully!
Yes, you just went too far! And now it amuses you that I look so!
Im not laughing
No, youre laughing.
No!
Vitor, I want to spend time with you, I'm yours. But please dont laugh at me. I am not a toy!
Im not laughing or playing with you, my doll, my porcelain figurine. Yes, I can scold you a little, but with love and for your own good. Can I do it this way?
This way yes.
Yes, honey, yes.
Please, Vitor, l am open to you, do you understand? Dont break my heart!
I am also open, Kors strongly supported him, and it is you who break my heart with your behavior! How can I trust you if you only care about drinking and partying?
No, I dont care about it! I love you!
I love you too! Shouted Kors. And it makes me vulnerable to your antics! One wave of your eyelashes, and I succumb to you for everything!
No, I yield myself to you! When you scold and beat me, and I dont dare to answer you, because I am afraid of losing your love.
And it is right. I fell out of love with Arel precisely because he didnt listen to me well. If you dont contradict me and obey me, I wont stop loving you, I will never stop loving you! Well be happy. I will make you happy, Kors reached out to his face and gently ran his fingers over the scar. I would rather do your treatment! I will remove this scar from you, I will heal it.
Are you ashamed of me because of it? It spoils everything, doesnt it?
I havent said that.
Even when you fuck my mouth, you always try to shove you cock into a healthy cheek and never into a scarred one.
Damn it, Nik! Sometimes you really need to be dicked to keep you quiet! Unable to restrain himself, Kors raised his voice again.
And Niks face immediately reflected tension, he shied aside and quickly said:
Dont please, Vitor!
Don't read my mind! Can you see me doing something to you?
But you want to all the time you want to hit me. I said I love you, and thats why you are going to beat me now? Yes?
Kors saw Nik turn pale, his lips trembling with excitement and frustration, and his voice was filled with resentment; he literally stumbled in mid-sentence, fell silent, swallowing nervously. His face was so sad that it was impossible to look at Nik so as not to feel your heart contracting with pity.
Stop pouting capriciously, its just vulgar! Kors tried not to give in, so as not to start feeling sorry for him.
Im not pouting anything, Nik objected resentfully. You never beat Karina, but you constantly kick me! You slap me on the eyes and lips that you like so much. There are endless slaps from you for everything that is wrong, in your opinion. For a wrong look, for every wrong word you immediately hit me. Yes, maybe not at full strength, but its humiliating.
Kors saw now that the constant wearing of a mask still affected his Nik. He, like most slaves and commoners, when his face was open, poorly controlled facial expressions and emotions. If he was upset, this was fully reflected on his face. He didnt even try or somehow didnt know how to restrain himself, because he was not used to receiving feedback from the interlocutor, depending on the expression of his face. He didnt understand that this was important, and didnt care about it. It was unbearable for Kors to see this inferiority.
Forgive me! Forgive me! He grabbed his head. You evoke in me some trashy feelings! And Karina is a complete fool, of course, but she is my only girl. I took care of her, although in an amicable way she should have been punished very harshly. But this idiot in the end at least found herself the same fool. And youre completely crazy, do you understand? You are wild, neglected. Why are you looking at me with your eyes and keep silence? My little white, little white boy! Oh, oh, my doll Come here, crawl to me, immediately! Like this You feel good with me, aren't you? I love you so much, my beloved darling, I love your dolls eyes and lips.
You keep on beating me!
Im sorry, Im sorry, my doll! Im doing this for your own good. If you werent so stupid, you would thank me for that. Thank me
Thank you.
My boy. My stupid boy
It hurts me, dont dont touch me
Be patient, you got drunk yesterday, and no matter how I love you, you will be punished for it
Ah, ah Enough, let me go!
Kors still let go of his cock and balls, ceasing to squeeze them so hard and dig into them with his nails.
Only obedience will lead us to success, my love. I love it so much when your bright eyes are filled with tears
Nik clenched his fists and stubbornly wiped his eyes with them.
Its not my fault that I have such eyes and eyelashes, and that they turn you on so much. Ask yourself why you like white half-bloods so much that you are drawn to them all your life!
Keep silence! Be silent. Open your mouth, show me your shameful, leaky tongue.
Nik immediately opened his mouth and pulled his piercing with his teeth slightly upward, so that the thick steel bar that pierced his tongue vertically and onto which the balls were screwed along the edges was now clearly visible.
Oh-oh-oh a complete whore, I really will beat you right now! Kors jerked him closer.
No, no!
Obey me, you fool who fucked up your life and became a whore!
I told you stories from my life so that you would reproach me later?!
Im sorry, Im sorry Lie on your back, lie down, Kors sat down on his chest, pressing his hands trembling with excitement into the fluffy skins, hastily pulling out his long erect and sweetly aching cock.
Let let me cum on your beautiful eyes
They continued, and Kors didnt hit him and no longer hurt him or made him feel bad, because he was madly in love with him.
However, the next day he saw that his Nik was sad and indifferent to everything. Kors understood that he wanted to go to his unclean ones, but didnt understand how to stop him.
Nik, are you offended by me? He asked finally.
No, Nik muttered. Still, he sounded very displeased, and, as Kors felt, not respectful enough.
Talk to me normally! When will it reach your head that I am doing everything only for your good? If it happens that you cannot use the Demons power, what will you do?
I managed to cope without power too
Why are you snarling now? There is no doubt that as a person you are weak and not smart, to my great regret. I saw how you managed. You couldnt handle it, Nik! And they put you so that it was more convenient to walk on you. Only your appearance helped you, and even then others played with you and wore you out, made you a slut. I understand it sounds unfortunate, and I still love you very much, even such one, but you need to develop your human mind, it can save you at a critical moment, and for this you must learn to listen to me.
I obey you.
You must learn to obey the right way, without any offense or discontent, but with gratitude.
Thank you, dad, Im sorry
Gods, you utter this phrase without any understanding! You just say the same thing thoughtlessly. Its not that its not that Kors paused in frustration, and Nik lay down on his face, his face buried in the skins.
Finally, Kors raised his head and smiled, as if a thought had crossed his mind.
Nik Do you want to tattoo me? Make me a tattoo.
What?!
Do you want?
Are you kidding?
No, Im not.
Do you really want it? Nik raised himself on an elbow with interest, his face came to life.
Yes, I do, smiled Kors, feeling a surge of interest from Nik and the fact that the desire to go for a walk faded into the background.
Which one?!
I dont know, just anything you want.
And where?!
Where you want!
But I dont know
Write on me: Belongs to Nik and Arel. Do you want it on my chest? Write that I am your thing, that I am shit. Something dirty and vulgar. Write: I, Kors, a true black, love two cocks in my ass at the same time!
Nik laughed, and Kors heard that he was no longer thinking about going for a walk. With his non-trivial proposal, Kors seemed to have managed to overshadow all his thoughts about unclean ones, cards and night gatherings.
Write: pound me like the last brute or I suck unclean cocks.
Vitor, why are you doing this, dont do it, Nik came to life completely, and his eyes stopped being like empty glass, I'd rather make beautiful patterns.
You can do whatever you want with me. Oh, right, draw your portrait on me! Draw yourself on one side of my chest, and draw a portrait of Arel on the other. Just like the albino has Salafael drawn on his chest.
Oh, Vitor! It is very beautiful, but I cannot
Why? After all, you are great at drawing. You painted the prince beautifully.
Yes, but getting a tattoo its a little different. My hand will not allow it, it trembles with effort, I can only make neatly simple patterns.
Okay, make patterns, I'm ready for anything!
Thank you, daddy! Said Nik, and now these words sounded very sincere and real.