Bitter Taste

Vladimiro simply leaned against a nearby wall, hands near his chest, fingers picking at nails as he watched the new boy. He took a sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing the newbie’s reactions once it hit them they were truly slaves now. “That’s very much possible, as it is the truth. It’s very likely they gave you some very strong medication to transport you here.” Vladimiro shrugged as if it was nothing. In the world of vampire reign, or at least to him, it was norm to treat other species in such manners. “What you want doesn’t matter anymore. You’re a slave to us vampire and our wishes and desires are the only thing that matters. You will obey us or face punishment. You are our slave. Just like the rest of these pathetic creatures down here.”

Choked, theatened and tied, the slave just didn’t seem to give up his faul mouth. Anger boiling over, Vladimiro threaded his fingers into the boy’s hair and ripped his head backwards, so that he could speak eeriely right next to his ear. “I could fuck your little hole for hours, leaving you raw, bleeding and screaming for it to stop. But simply, due to your ridiculous mouthiness, you don’t deserve my cock. All you deserve is plastic, nothing that will take you over the edge. Only torture you of so sweetly until I decided to stop it..” He growled, pulling away from the boy, only to deliver a painful smack to his ass.

Once again Vladimiro was off to the Undercroft. His personal pet was busy and rightfully so, but that meant little action and blood for the vampire. Slowly walking though the basement, watching all the men, it was clear many of them were already hurt. Usually that didn’t stop Vladimiro from abusing them even more, but in the moment he wasn’t in the mood for leftovers. So when he came by a fresh boy’s cot, he stopped and watched him. “That’s too bad your mood doesn’t matter to anyone here. Stand, child.”

“That, perhaps, could be blood. Or urine. Who knows what those petty creatures down here do in their spare time.” Vladimiro almost chuckled at this boy’s confusion, but it simple manifested as a cold smile instead. There was always something sadistically fun about watching the newcomers all disoriented and in disbelief of their new home. “You’re in Russia, child. Krov Castle. And that collar around you neck, that means you’re now a slave to us.”

A quiet, deeply buried part of Vladimiro found it a bit admireble that the boy tried to fight him. Some balls the warrior had. But the power advantage unfortunately wasn’t on his side in the moment and Vladimiro took the upper hand as soon as he could. Once it was clear Einar soon would need air, the boy’s face growing paler and miscoloured, Vladimiro let go of his throat and mouth, only to grab him and haul him up to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, front to the wall. The master didn’t say anything as he secured the boy’s wrists and ankles to the structure. “Now now, how do we teach you to behave? A rain of lashes from the whip? Maybe the cane? Or perhaps I should let one of those fucking machine at you, until you’ve learned to obey and open, when a master requests so.”

It was almost amusing, how hard the dancer tried to get his attention. Vladimiro did follow every roll and sway of the young man’s body.. He was beautiful, the vampire would admit that. But never did he let himself be seduced easily, if at all. With the dancer’s crotch right near his face, Vladimiro let his eyes linger there for a second, before casting them up to look at his face. Davy certainly seemed to enjoy giving a show and going all out on himself. Once the boy’s eyes finally opened, Vladimiro assesed his body, before reaching a hand up, slowly motioning for him to turn around. Give him a good view of his ass.

“Ah ah ah, no.” Vladimiro was out again for once. His lettering back and forth with his children was getting to him and he need to leave his office for a bit. Luckily though, he found a little blond creature on the way. “How about you come with me instead?”

One thing Vlaidmiro did hate was how disrespectful other species could be sometimes. They understood nothing. Had no respect for their rightful superiors. And thus the master’s nostrils flared with every words coming out of the slave’s mouth. Fueled by anger, he used his supernatural speed to close the distance between them, only to grab the boy and throw him to the floor. No consideration of any pain it might’ve caused him. Then just as quickly, Vladimiro kneed by the top of his head and laid his hand tightly over Einar’s mouth, the other seizing his throat. “Without air, you cannot speak. Do you really wish to die so desperately?” He spat, leaning down to whisper errie things in the slave’s ear. “I slit my own pet’s throat. Don’t think for a second I won’t stay here until the light leaves your eyes.”

Vladimiro flatout ignored the boy’s cries and curses. They all did that. Swore him to hell and back and little did it help their course. The vampire simply held on tightly to those brunette lock, until they reached a playroom and he pushed the slave inside, before letting go of him and locking the door behind them. “Now, how are we going to clean that faul mouth of yours?” He hummed, staring at Einar as he approached him again. “You look like on of those boys, who’s just begging for it. A little whore hidden underneath all that foolish attitude, simply because you cannot let yourself give in. Now see where that has gotten you, child.”

Feeling the slave suddenly struggle and protest against his hold, only made Vladimiro even more annoyed. Spurred him on and made his blood boil. As every time that happened, the feeling crawled beneath his cold skin, making his fingers itch. And so with that sensation travelling through his body, Vladimiro growled and whipped around, quickly deliviering a hard smack to the dragon’s cheek. “Every time you open your mouth, child, that boy is going to get another needle stuck into his skin or another ten lashes with the cane.” The master then grabbed Axel’s jaw roughly, fingers digging into his cheek. “Maybe I’ll evne make you do it. Now go.” Another growled escaped him, as he pushed the slave into the playroom they had reach. “Strip, puppy.”