Thread: Master/Slave NSFW RP  (Northern Ranger & Noise)

Though he was somewhat reassured that the human couldnt harm him in a way that would cause permanent scarring, Devitt was still considerably tense as he felt the edge of the blade remain frighteningly close to his manhood. He wasnt even able to move away, for any of the limited range of movement his chains allowed him would only end up with him accidentally cutting himself. He truly hated feeling so vulnerable, and if he wasnt in such a compromising position, he would have enjoyed giving in to his fox-like instincts and mauling the human threat beyond recognition. Still, all he could do at the moment was stare up at the human with a mix of thinly veiled anger and fear. And although he fought said emotions harshly in order to remain straight-faced and not give in to the humans intimidation, he couldnt help bristling a bit at the allusion that those like him were mere things to be owned. Nor could he help the particularly vicious strike of fear at yet another blithe statement such as that, coupled with the feel of the cool point of the knife against his skin. He bit back a soft grunt as he was repositioned onto his stomach, though hissed lowly as his arms were forced to straighten out a bit more in order to make up for the length of chain that had been twisted and therefore shortened slightly. Again, though he reverently wished to hide such weakness, he was unable to stop himself from gasping softly, a shiver traveling up his spine at the sensations forced onto him from the touches to his tail. Next, a whimper was wrung out of him as he was manhandled and his virgin hole was bared to the human, the puckered flesh twitching a bit as he tensed once more in fear and anxiousness. Since he was on his stomach, he had to look over his shoulder in order to see what the human was doing, and even then, it was hard to get a look at everything. As such, he inhaled sharply as he felt his hole being moistened, then flinched lightly at the pressure he felt from the hilt of the knife. His eyes widened in realization as he frantically flexed his muscles and attempted to tighten his entrance so the hilt wouldnt be able to slip through. Unfortunately, the human was adamant in this, and eventually, his body began to yield and accept the foreign object against his will. He managed to stop himself from screaming outright, but cried out nonetheless. A litany of whimpers and pained whines followed after as he felt each and every inch, each tiny bump rub against his inner walls and invade a place that had previously been untouched. He wasnt yet begging for the human to stop, but his haughty, arrogant air had all but disappeared completely. Even if Devitt hadnt decided against acting in such a way in order to avoid aggravating the human even further, he currently was too busy dealing with the pain of being breached like that to bother with pretenses and facades. By the time the knifes hilt had nearly completely been swallowed up by his hole, Devitt was sweating, the sounds he was producing, if not for the inflection of obvious pain and fear, having the potential to be quite suggestive, especially if his body was played the right way. He hadnt yet lost consciousness, as he expected he would sometime later if the humans treatment were to continue as it was, though his eyes had long since closed from the stress of not only keeping somewhat silent, but also remaining still. Early on in this activity, he learned it was prudent to avoid any and all movement. It made the whole experience worse, but also served to cause him even more pain, as his tail was still tied up and whatever movement he was able to do merely served to pull on it. All in all, he hadn't a moment of rest, and even through the haze that had taken up his mind, he registered the ominous feeling that the human was far from done with him.