Teaching a Vampire Lord

“Oh, God, Lucian, please let me cum…” he panted. The lycan was tormenting him, yet Viktor always returned for more. Lucian wouldn’t even tie him, the elder’s hands were free, he could just touch his body, jerk off and release himself from the agonizing fire between his legs, the erection he wasn’t “allowed” to ease, but those were not his “orders”…

He hated it, needing it so much. Every single time he swore himself that he wouldn’t return, that he didn’t need the bloody animal after all. This was humiliating beyond belief, he was subduing to the very species he used to detest and scorn. But he couldn’t persuade himself to leave now. And there he was, with his legs spread, his hands holding the cane above his head and Lucian staring at him, grinning sneeringly.

And Viktor felt such urge to cum… this was so stimulating. “Can I at least lower my hands?” he pleaded, desperately trying to make a deal. But Lucian’s stern look was enough to discourage him.

His legs were beginning to get tired, his hands too. He had been standing there- just standing- for almost an hour now, and Viktor hadn’t been used to standing. Holding that damn cane above his head... He felt his hands going numb and he tried to move them slightly whenever Lucian was not looking, but the lycan rarely left him by his sight.

Lucian turned his glance elsewhere, this was even worse than when he actually looked at him… Viktor hated, and in the same time he was getting so turned on, when Lucian would order him to lean on the wall, naked. He would look at him then, inspect him from head to toe with an expression that usually revealed nothing. And the elder could not tell if the lycan was approving of his appearance or not, Lucian would just stare, almost indifferently. And Viktor hated it; and loved it. And he hated that he loved it…

The vampire Lord looked at his attire, folded now on Lucian’s chair. The velvet knitted cloth his tailor had ordered from France; Viktor was freezing now and just wished he could slip into his clothes again. The room wasn’t so cold, but the wall he was forced to lean on felt like ice. His rump was cold; his entire back was cold… And Lucian was gaudily lying on his mattress, among the warm blankets… Viktor gulped, his throat feeling unbelievably sore.

He leaned back on the wall and sighed, Lucian seemed to be in the mood of playing with him that night and he was taking his time. The lycan didn’t even look at him any more; he was too busy playing with his mane, right there on his bed. Letting Viktor stare back at him, not offering anything in return, of course, he was still fully dressed. And, strangely, that excited his “captive” even more.

The lycan knew that the elder was too impatient; he hadn’t learnt to be tolerant. And soon enough he would open his mouth and cause Lucian’s dismay.

“What is this, lice?” the voice sneered and the lycan turned to cast an angry look at the elder who had decided to provoke him, insult him.

Yet Lucian smirked playfully, “Stupid, stupid vampire… Asking for a spanking…” he uttered.

“I’m not.” the elder protested. “I’ve been standing here for an hour, I will…”

“Shhh…” Lucian placed a finger on his lips, and Viktor silenced, lowering his glance slightly, when Lucian left the bed and approached him. “Are you questioning me?” he asked the naked man.

“I am not…” Viktor replied softly. Feeling Lucian so close to his bare body made him shiver, a little closer and they would touch, but the damn lycan stopped just a few inches away, making Viktor frown again.

“You are not what?” Lucian insisted.

“…questioning you…” the vampire Lord continued his sentence reluctantly.

“Is that all?” Lucian stared at him intensely, unnaturally serious all of a sudden.

Viktor knew what the lycan wanted, but he wasn’t prepared to give it to him just yet. “This is all…” he replied unenthusiastically, knowing of what would come next. A spanking across Lucian’s lap possibly…

But the slap across his face came totally by surprise. It wasn’t hard, but totally degrading. Viktor almost hit his head on the wall and he turned to look back at the lycan with fiery eyes, to find him smirking back at him sarcastically. What was so funny about it? But he didn’t have the chance to protest, Lucian’s hand moved on his chin, forcing the elder to look into his eyes, keeping his face immobile.

“Up with the cane…” Lucian simply ordered, moving his other hand to adjust the wooden object on Viktor’s raised hands. “You are tired, right?” he asked. “Well, it doesn’t matter; you will keep the damn thing up all night if I tell you so. Do you understand?”

Viktor nodded, but lowered his hand to rub his cheek, which earned him another sudden slap on the same spot, only this time Lucian’s hand hit his nose too. The elder winced and moved his hand on his face, to protect himself should the lycan decide to hit him again, but Lucian’s iron grasp caught his hand and moved it up again, to the cane. His nose still hurt a lot, and he sniffled, he felt his cheek so damn hot and he glared at the lycan like a punished child that refused to comply, unwisely…

“It seems we have a discipline problem here…” the lycan sighed in disapproval after he made sure Viktor wouldn’t move any more. “After all those nights, after all my efforts you never learn, Viktor. What am I going to do with you?”

No answer came from the elder; Viktor was looking anywhere else but Lucian’s eyes. It was those moments that he felt so ashamed of what he was enduring, coming here to be humiliated and punished. Why did he need that, why did he have to be addicted to this kind of vice? He should get his clothes and leave and never come back.

But he didn’t move. He just sulked and looked down. He couldn’t stand facing him.

To be continued…