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The lamb was told before this, informed he would be blind until the ritual started. Some said it was to keep purity throughout the affair- some said it was to keep wandering eyes from looking too far. So he laid, patient, making out the room as best he could from his other senses.
The floor was stiff, mats of wicker laid beneath his skin. The air was cold around him, wrapping around the ‘sacrifice’s’ bare skin as it laid dense. He could feel as flashes of heat lapped at his arms, presumably candles lit to light the area around him. Their flame dancing about his marred flesh left a sensation he almost craved once it was gone… A sensation he was sure to feel here soon.
He could hear as a hollow bell tolled thrice, ringing to signal the commencement of the rite. Andrew thought it was torture, through and through… though a torture he was willing to partake in. He knew full well the means to salvation. He had been informed their suffering was all for their God, and what was he to tell them otherwise? He had long since forgotten his own means of prayer.
However, once the bell had rung, he could hear as footsteps moved closer towards him, the shifting of weight onto the mat beneath him. He could feel as a clothed hand carefully drifted down his cheek, and it reminded him of just how vulnerable he was then. His eyes bound in dark cloth, his skin bare to the world… nothing to defend himself with. In a way, it was almost exciting, though terrifying nonetheless.
The hand caressing his cheek slowly traced downwards, moving across his body to his wrists. The person moving said hand lingered there, rubbing the old scars that remained there, reminders of his old life. They took his wrist and pulled his arm up, slowly binding the wrist with cold iron. Then, they continued, doing so for his other wrist. Their hands tracing the skin ever gently in the process, the feeling lingering to the body. It was delightful, ever so… and if Andrew still worshiped his God, it would be truly sinful.
Once his wrists were bound, the hand moved ever so slowly back to his collarbone. Whomever it was, they seemed to be taking their sweet time enjoying his freshly cleansed body. Some parts of his skin were still damp to the touch, and one could almost smell the cleansing flowers they had used to clean him beforehand. The scent of lavender and iris wafted off as they rubbed down on his collarbone. Eventually, their hand moved, though to Andrew’s minor discomfort. They let their hand wander down his chest, his stomach, and rest on his hip…
Why did you have to stop there…?? He grit his teeth and bore it, though he couldn’t escape the internal feeling of lust budding in his chest as the hand continued to stay there. He couldn’t even see the person doing this to him, yet he could still feel that disparagingly enticing feeling of lust. It was in his best effort not to be too pleased with just the preparation…
The hand did move, eventually, drifting down his thighs and calves, taking a hold of his ankles and shifting his legs to be more open, binding them once they had done so. He could feel as the hand grazed over his skin and rested on his hips. They moved inward to his limp member and stroked it from the base to the tip. The motion alone was enough for Andrew to let out a gasp, and he could hear the softest chuckle in response. The voice he heard was rough, low and crackly, as if rarely used. It almost had a warmth to it, though, and from it, he could determine to whom the hand raking his body was attached to.
This was Roll Call.
He shuddered a little at the realisation, not to mention the cold metal that slipped around his dick. He could feel as Victor made sure to pull the metal to the base, then his hand let off. A ring…
He could feel the hands wander up his stomach before he could really stop and think about it, his hand stopping in the centre of his chest. He could feel as he tapped out something, a pattern almost. A light press here, a longer one there- Morse code. It took most of his concentration to realise what he was ‘saying’...
“I’m going to start.”
Andrew nodded softly, his hands clenching up as the nails dug into the skin. He braced, even though Victor let him lay there for what felt like hours. It was pure silence, the only sound breaking through was the sound of their breathing and the crackling of the candles around them. He couldn’t hear anything to tell him what exactly Victor was doing, and for all he knew it was nothing.
Nothing, until he could feel a burning flare across the centre of his chest. He cried out with the sharp change in pace, though could feel as the burning subsided. His chest felt heavy, and he could almost feel a cracking as he took a deep breath in.
Victor had let the feeling process before pouring another round onto Andrew’s chest, more this time, letting the wax flow down in a line from the centre of his collarbone to his belly button. The burning surged through Andrew, and sweet, pained notes escaped him. He really sang like an angel…~
However, the ache that flowed through Andrew’s body as the wax cooled against his pale skin seemed to thrum through his muscles. He could feel as a different heat pooled in his stomach, and he could feel as the ring around his cock grew tighter. He heard as another soft chuckle escaped Victor, enjoying the view beneath him.
As he chuckled, his gloved hand gently grasped Andrew’s pec, feeling the muscle there. He may as well indulge a little, shouldn’t he? After all, this ‘torture’ has to be good for the Lord. His hand gently thumbed the pec as the other moved and made a circle of hot wax around Andrew’s navel. That sweet moan of his escaped him once again, and all Victor could do was smile.
Vic continued, though, marking more lines across Andrew’s chest and stomach. Each time the wax dripped from the candle, the lamb let out more delightful cries and moans. He strained against the restraints he was bound with, though at no point did he call to stop… As painful as it felt, the burning melted into glorious bliss, blitzing out his mind into joy. He could feel the full strain against the ring around the base of his member now, knowing he couldn’t get any more excited, but he couldn’t help but yearn for more.
The lamb was a babbling mess by the time Victor had finished drawing the sigil across his scarred canvas, his hips bucking slightly as his half hard cock strained against the metal around it. He let out soft whimpers as Victor placed the candle down in its proper place, knowing full well he wanted more.
What didn’t help that desire was the feeling of Victor, straddling his waist. He could feel as he shifted his weight, grinding down on his desperate member as he leaned down closer to Andrew’s head. He could feel a distinct wetness as Victor ground down, and his breath against his ear as he felt his hands move to his blindfold. That crackly tone filled his ears next, as he spoke in a very hushed tone, “...you’re doing so well, Choir boy…~”
His body shook at the voice, and he strained against the bonds holding him splayed open for view. He could hear as Vic chuckled, “Keep doing well for me, lamb~”
With that, he could feel as Victor finally pulled off the blindfold, the light of the candles striking him first and foremost. It took him a moment to adjust to the light around him, before he could see the golden hair in the corner of his vision. Victor pulled his head up, and Andrew could see the full frame before him. He could see as the Roll Caller smiled, his aureate eyes almost unnatural in the soft glow around them. His flushed skin was mostly bare, much the same as Andrew himself, littered with scars and sun kissed freckles. Soft burn marks littered his arms, it was a wonder he was so comfortable surrounded by flames… The only thing that he still bore was bindings around his chest, and his gloves, which were coated in a thin film of wax.
Victor bowed his head for one final message, “Relax, I will care for you, lamb.”
He nibbled Andrew’s ear lobe before pulling up and sitting back fully onto his waist, his hands lifting to his mouth to bite at the cuffs and pull them off. They were promptly tossed to the side, so that his hands fell and gently traced down the skin that wasn’t already coated by wax. He watched as he did so, enamored by how Andrew jolted at each little touch, his mouth still agape as soft noises escaped him. His hands still clenched tightly as he whined softly, Victor shifting a bit on purpose to hear him whine further. He knew full well what Andrew desired, and all he could do in response was smile, teasing him until he couldn’t take it…
“Please… Please… Victor…” He begged, his mouth sticky as he could feel more pain in his groin from purposeful denial and neglect. He couldn’t take Victor and his needy pussy without being able to take him. No one could, he had that sort of effect on everyone…
He smiled, however, and tisked his tongue. He lifted himself up onto his knees, his hands slowly dragging down Andrew’s skin, dancing little touches until Vic’s hand reached the cock ring. He slowly worked it off his member and let it fall to the ground with a blissful tink. Andrew could feel as Victor stroked his cock once or twice, the half mast quickly growing to it’s full girth. He let out a soft sigh of relief, before the momentary bliss was over.
Victor had moved his other hand to stretch his pussy out, his other hand keeping Andrew’s cock upright as he lined himself up. He could feel as Victor slowly brought himself down onto him, the familiar, wet, warmth surrounding his tip. The two of them let out a shudder as the sensation of each other ran their nerves through the wall, Andrew letting out a strong huft of air as he resisted thrusting all the way into Victor then and there. He knew he was far too much for the little Roll Caller to take all at once, he would probably tear his insides to shreds…
Thus the two went at Victor's pace, his hips slowly lowering down onto Andrew’s cock until he got as much as he possibly could into him. His nose flared as he reached his breaking point, his hand still holding onto the base, if only a couple of fingers at this point.
They stayed like that for a moment, before Andrew could feel as Vic lifted himself off and back down onto him, starting up a gentle pace. As he did so, his free hand slipped down and caressed his markings, the same cold smile lacing his lips. All the while, Andrew let out soft grunts and moans, his hips thrusting up into Victor despite his best efforts to let him go at his pace. He could feel as warmth quickly built up in the pit of his stomach, and he could feel as Victor’s warmth clenched around him with every slam down against him.
As Victor continued to ride into Andrew, the quiet grunts grew louder, and the two could feel as Victor slowly lost control of the situation. Andrew’s hips bucked up into Victor until the two were moving in sync, his hands falling and bracing against Andrew’s stomach for support. Letting go of the last little bit and letting all of Andrew in, the rest of him forcing into his body with a hefty thrust- That one moment was all too much for the lamb, and as what sounded like a warbled mewl escaped his lips, his seed spilled out into Vic…
Victor, in trade, shuddered at the feeling, a little cry sounded in his throat as his eyes rolled back. He clawed into Andrew’s stomach and pushed down onto him, trying to make sure everything was out from his first round. As Vic did so, a distinct mark budded just above his crotch, slowly snaking up his skin as it formed. It had a dark glow to it, it's maroon ebbing weaving a heart into the skin, laced with runes much like the ones of wax on Andrew’s skin. Unnatural as it was, the ‘tattoo’ took its place as Victor milked out the remains of Andrew’s seed. The incubus mark…
It glowed softly once its intricate little heart had formed, and Victor let out a hefty sigh, pleased with the ‘sacrifice’. He lifted his hips off of Andrew, slowly pulling off to reveal none of the cum had escaped. He moved forward and leaned into his ear once more, “I’m not done with you yet…~”