Nameless Master

Chapter Two: My Master

Reno awoke to a strange sound. It sounded like a muffled
scream from a room over. As soon as he opened his eyes it
dissolved from his hearing range. He was on his stomach and
a scratchy sequin shirt was digging into his chest.

Oh god!!

Reno jumped onto his hands and knees, and then held his
pounding head in misery. “Fuck…” he groaned.

“I was wondering how long you’d make me wait.”

Reno looked over his shoulder and saw the familiar face again,
mostly disrobed but still somehow cloaked by long rivets of black
hair. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?” he asked as
comprehensibly as he could.

“We’ve met once or twice,” the man replied. “Do you know where you
are?”

Reno looked around and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
This was one of those rooms in the Honeybee Inn that he just didn’t visit,
though he frequently peeked on his way to a tamer room. This was the
Tools Room for the freaks weirder than he was. He liked to hurt yes, but
maybe not to this degree or fashion. “Look, I’m not really a—,”

“I know.”

“Then take it easy there, killer! I don’t even—,”

Reno’s words were interrupted when the man’s inhuman arm lashed
out and raked the back of his thighs, leaving deep and bloody gashes
on his freshly shaved legs. Reno sucked the last words of his sentence
back through his teeth. The feeling of his blood trickling down to his inner
knee sent a jolt through his cock, which perked immediately.

“What did you call me?”

“I’m uh… sorry…” Reno choked, gripping the satin sheets.

“I’m sorry… what?”

For the life of him he couldn’t remember this guy’s name, though he
undeniably knew the face. So he blurted out the first thing that popped
into his head.

“M-master!”

There was a silence that stretched. Reno feared and prayed for more
reprimand due to his bad memory. Then a raspy chuckle ensued from
behind him. The chuckle built up to a quiet and eerie laughter that didn’t
really match up with that face. “I like that,” the Master finally said. “Say
it to me in it’s entirety.”

“Um… I’m sorry master?” Reno asked weakly, still just a little too drunk
to comprehend very well.

“Say it right!” That was a threat.

“Forgive me Master—I won’t do it again!” Reno pleaded, biting the pillow.
Dear god—this guy was freakier than him and that was a huge turn-on!

“Hm.” A sound of satisfaction. Reno felt the hair drape over his calves as
a hand and a claw held his ankles firmly in place. Something wet and nimble
snaked around the wound. A tongue. The Master was licking the blood away
from the gashes that would leave yet more scars on his marred body. The
action sent shivers up his spine and the erection solidified.

He let out a moan when the tongue stroked his balls and gouch, then
wormed it’s way into his ass. So thoroughly lubricated with saliva and blood,
Reno tensed, waiting for the Master to have his way… but no penetration came.

Instead, a hard and sharp SMACK! consumed his entire bottom. He yelped
something that sounded like, “JESUS CHRIST!” and looked over. The Master
was wielding a large flat paddle and swung again with something of a smile on
his face. SMACK!

Reno moaned again as the pain subsided to a tingle and rose to another
sharp level of pain as the paddle came down again—SMACK! He couldn’t
stand the arousal anymore. “Are you going to fuck me or what?!” he demanded,
forgetting who was in charge for the moment. This was answered with a series
of fast and agonizing blows from the Master. Reno felt tears actually sting his
eyes.

“Say it,” the Master growled.

“Forgive me Master—I won’t do it again…” Reno sulked, just dying for release.
Without permission from the Master however, nothing of the sort was going
to happen.
A hand and a claw were on his hips and the penetration he had expected earlier
and even begged for came suddenly and painfully. In an instant the Master was
buried up to the hilt in Reno’s ass and the hand was groping the very fake breast
about ready to fall out of the gaudy shirt. Reno cursed loudly and received a hard
spank for it. He bit his lip until hi tasted blood to help endure the pounding
silently—but god it turned him on!

After Reno was obediently silent for a few moments the Master was kind enough
to reach around and pump his cock. Reno let a sound escape, but it went
unnoticed—the Master was breathing heavily and thrusting frantically. He would
come soon and so would Reno.

Reno went first, still too drunk to practice restraint. The muscle spasm sent his
Master off with a grunt and at last Reno was free to relax. The claw released him
and he fell forward in exhaustion. His ass ached and tingled, so it took a moment
to recover and at last face the Master on the bed.

He squirmed out of the outfit and sat naked before the Master, who was perfectly
content to set back and give his slave a little freedom.

“So really, where do I know you from?”

“You still don’t know?” the ex-Master asked, sounding amused.

“Gimme a hint.”

“Alright. I’ll start with my name. It’s Vincent Valentine.”

Reno suddenly felt like kicking himself really hard. He covered his face in
the frustration of the blunder. “FUCK!! You’re from AVALANCHE, aren’t you?”

Vincent nodded slowly, still looking amused. “Cloud is running a few errands.
I had time to kill and along came you. I would say that this was quite an
entertaining night, wouldn’t you?”

“I’m s’pposed to be out to KILL you, JESUS!” Reno brooded.

“Your mascara is running.”

“Shut up!”

“Are you going to—?”

“No! Jes’ … Fuckin’ Christ, just go!” Reno shouted. He was a little disappointed
that there was just no way that this could continue. The bastard knew it the whole
time too. “What the hell possessed you to pick me up if you knew?!”

Vincent dressed himself. “You just struck a little fetish of mine I suppose. I won’t
say anything if you won’t.”

Reno was silent.

“Well goodbye then.” With the whisper of his cloak, Vincent was gone, along
with any chance Reno had to seduce or assassinate him. He messed up, sleeping
with the enemy. Big time.

But then again, what goes on in Honeybee Inn stays in Honeybee Inn.

End

*That was the strangest thing I’ve ever written. I’m not big on the whole transy thing, but that was oddly easy off of my fingers. [shudders] I’m so fucking weird…*