Tobys cabin

[Jamie D'vart]

"...I want to try. At least once, I want to try the way you want it. Want me."

[Toby]

I growl low the pull out some silk rope. "I'm gonna tie you up now princess so you can't run away" my voice is deep and silky. I bind his hands simply before tying the slack to the head board. "Ready?" I purr, at the slight nod I flip him on to his stomach

I run a nail down his spine watching goosebumps rise. "Stay" I whisper in his ear before reaching under the bed for my special tools. The first tool is a studded paddle of red leather. I run the spikes down his back leaving red scratches... I savor the moment before rearing back and bringing the flat side down with a crack eliciting a yelp. I don't stop trusting him to tell me what he needs.

I drop my masks and finally show my sexual sadism. I paddle him till my arms tired and there's red welts on his ass and thighs. I then pull out a candle and lighter. While the wax starts to melt I scratch my initials into his shoulder and cover him with bites and kisses.

"It's a shame to leave the front neglected princess" I chuckle turning him onto his back. I pick up the bottle of lube and grease myself up before pushing into him with one hard thrust. I then pick up the candle and drip the wax across his nipples watching his cock twitch with need...

"You like that don't you? You like being my fuck toy? Go on say it!" I larder thrusting in to him listening to his whimpered response. I grin and blow out the candle. I start pounding away relentlessly at him. Feeling myself getting closer to the edge. I reach out with one hand and grip his throat pinning him beneath me as wrap the other around his shaft, jerking him intime to my thrusting. Finally I cum filling him to the brink and he squirts on my hand.

I pull out and grab a washcloth and wipe the cum off him and myself. I then gently scrap the wax off and untie him pulling him into my arms.

[Jamie D'vart]

I run a nail down his spine watching goosebumps rise. "Stay" I whisper in his ear before reaching under the bed for my special tools. The first tool is a studded paddle of red leather. I run the spikes down his back leaving red scratches...

Jamie whimpers, feeling the burning pain -- and a strange pride, that he can handle this, that his dom wants him this way, that he's being given special attention. That he's worthy. His world begins to narrow, to just the pain and the pride, the sensation of Toby's hand on the back of his neck holding him still as the paddle scratches down his back and

I savor the moment before rearing back and bringing the flat side down with a crack eliciting a yelp. I don't stop trusting him to tell me what he needs.

the bright line of pain sends him deeper, resonating through him, and the pain feels good, not sharp like the scratches but dull and heavy on his ass. Another blow, and a third, and he begins to feel the rhythm of it, his heart pounding in time with the paddle, his breath coming between blows as he strives to endure, endure, hold on, let go of everything but the pain...

I then pull out a candle and lighter. While the wax starts to melt I scratch my initials into his shoulder and cover him with bites and kisses.

Alpha is proud of me. I'm his. I'm his toy, his to mark and claim, his to hurt and his to spare. Every bite is a mark of pride, of ownership; every kiss is an emblem of love and trust.

I pick up the bottle of lube and grease myself up before pushing into him with one hard thrust.

It doesn't burn this time; instead it feels satisfying, more fullness than pain. A little aching as he stretches in ways he's not used to, but he's so proud of himself, such a good boy, a good toy for Alpha.

I then pick up the candle and drip the wax across his nipples

Jamie jerks and twists as the pain hits one of his more sensitive areas, gasping as his world contracts. There is nothing but the pain and the fullness and the disgust and the pride and the shame and the heady exhilaration

"You like that don't you? You like being my fuck toy? Go on say it!"

Jamie can barely find words, mostly a whimper, but he manages to croak, "yes sir, yes alpha, yes," as he squirms and writhes, desperate for release.

I reach out with one hand and grip his throat pinning him beneath me

there's no air, nothing but Alpha, and he only exists for Alpha's pleasure. He can't see anything (his eyes are closed? when did that happen?) and his body feels far away, the sensations are too much, too much pain and fullness and firm grip around his throat and he's going to die and that's okay because it's for Alpha and Alpha owns him and he'll do anything for his Alpha

as wrap the other around his shaft, jerking him intime to my thrusting

tears of relief leak from Jamie's eyes as he's gifted pleasure to go with the pain, a rough and tumble sort of pleasure, clumsy but fierce.

Finally I cum filling him to the brink and he squirts on my hand.

Jamie almost doesn't even notice himself cumming. The influx of air feels as good as the orgasm as Toby lifts his hand off Jamie's neck. "thank you, thank you," he sobs, tears flooding his face.

I pull out and grab a washcloth and wipe the cum off him and myself. I then gently scrap the wax off and untie him pulling him into my arms

Jamie is boneless, helpless; all he can do is whimper and whine like a puppy, nestling his face into Toby's shoulder and neck.

[Toby]

I hold him gently and rub his back. "good boy. You're such a good boy Jamie" I murmer softly to him. " You're safe here mate. Take all the time you need to come down. When you're ready we'll go over this and how you feel. But for now I got you. And you're safe. "

[Jamie D'vart]

Soon, before they can have their talk, Jamie is drifting off to sleep in his arms. 

[Toby]

I smile softly and follow suit.

.............................


my father's face stares at me grinding from the grave. " You're just like your old man Toby. You take innocent boys and twist them into whores to be used and abused"

"That's not true" I growl "he wants it!" My father laughs and my stomach sinks. "how many times did I make you beg like that boy?! Hmmn?" His voice turns cold and mocking " please daddy, fuck me daddy, I'll be good for you daddy" " enough! This is different! He loves me he tells me yes not just with his words but his actions!" I scream at him suddenly there's a blade in my hand and I plunge it into him just like the night he became my first kill.



The sunrises and I stid Jamie still in my arms.....

[Jamie D'vart]

Jamie chases his father, all four legs working as fast as they can to break through the thick snow drifts, but Acutis gets further and further away and he can't keep up.

A large hand picks him up, like he's a tiny puppy and not a mostly-grown wolf; he's cuddled close to a massive chest, tucked into a jacket so he can hear the enormous heart beat. "Shh, there, little one," rumbles Toby's voice, massive and all-consuming. "Easy. Easy."

Jamie whines, watching the spec that is his father get further away. All around him is the smell of Pack. Finally, he turns away, closing his eyes and nestling into the warmth of Toby's smell.

Jamie whimpers a little in his sleep, a canine sound, not a human one.

[Toby]

I stork his back Abit as he whines. "there there little one it'll be alright" I murmer as he stirs. I smile gently at him. "morning" I say placing a kiss on his forehead

[Jamie D'vart]

"Mrng," he mumbles, sleepily. 

[Toby]

"hey baby.... How'd you sleep?" I can see still there's bite marks and brushes on him and can't help tracing them with my fingers.

[Jamie D'vart]

He hisses a little as Toby hits a tender spot. "Um... okay I guess. You?"

[Toby]

I smile gently at him " the dreams were odd but I slept better with you in my arms than I've ever slept before" I stroke his hair absently "when you're ready we should talk about last night what you liked what you didn't. How it made you feel...."

[Jamie D'vart]

"I.... I'm scared," he whispers. "I don't want to think about how it made me feel."

[Toby]

I panic slightly "why did you want me stop? I'm so sorry baby I should have been paying more attention "

[Jamie D'vart]

"No, no, it's not-- it's not like that, it's just.... this is... this is all so..."