Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 07

"Mmmhhhhh!" Rayne nodded as fervently as he could manage in the head collar.

Before him, Carlsen began to stroke his painfully erect nipples with one of the silver-steel pins. Rayne pulled furiously on the wrist restraints but the welded titanium-steel cuffs held, just as Carmine had told him they would when she buckled him in. He remembered then... a little flash of something other that broke through his shields.

Xavier, leaning back against the wall in the hallway of Aldo's house, his arms lifted and pinned by Rayne's hands as they fucked like life depended on it.

The little ripple of Xav's pleasure at being held and contained.

Xavier would have loved this. Not the extreme stuff, maybe, but the frame and the cuffs and the cruel little cock-lock. That would float his boat, for sure.

NO! Rayne shook his head, trying to clear it. He had been doing so well, but little rivulets of memory kept trickling in through the cracks in his defensive walls. It was important to fight it. If he could not master something as basic as controlling his emotions and memories then there really was no hope for him.

Carlsen pricked tormentingly at the sensitive bud of his left nipple then pushed the needlepoint deeper. Tongues of cold fire licked through Rayne's chest and made the nerves around his erect teats dance and spark desperately. He bucked his hips again, feeling that hard claw between his cheeks press harder on his entry button. The smooth, cold, metal ring around his cock and nut-sac was a throbbing ache that only eased a little when he ground his pubic bone slowly against the steel bars of the X-frame where they crossed beneath his thrusting crotch.

The collar stopped him looking down. He could not see what Carlsen was doing to his tits, he could only feel it. For a little while the sharp, clear pain drove all thoughts out of his head except the ones screaming silently that it hurt, and the pain was so fucking good. It felt like rats were biting his nipples and his prick lurched excitedly as he sensed the blood running down his bared chest.

"Yes!" he panted eagerly. "Don't stop!"

Rayne pulled hard on the cuffs again as he felt the claw-tip at his rear begin a minuscule circular motion within the tight pucker of his sphincter. It tickled and teased there for an eternity, moving in and out and around in the confines of his ring until he wanted to scream for more. The little shivers it sent through him set off the flames around his left nipple again.

Carlsen smiled as he picked up another of his little pins and slowly pressed it against the tiny indentation in the centre of the vampire's pierced bud. Rayne closed his eyes and let out a little huff of breath as the man mirrored the circling motion of Henning's claw in each of his client's erect nipples with the tip of the little needle before slowly pushing it through the flesh of the vampire's right teat, piercing him.

"Nnnnn..." Rayne whimpered, clenching his back teeth again and closing his eyes tightly as he concentrated on the cold, sharp pain in his breast. It hurt like hell but at the same time it felt so good. His fangs extended automatically and pricked the flesh of his lower gums.

Carlsen must have seen it because he murmured; "Endtlich brauchen wir vielleicht das Knebel, ja?"

Henning slowly pushed his talon deeper inside Rayne so that it curled under the lip of his ring and he was able to tug steadily on it, rotating his finger to pull their captive's anus up and down and side to side almost experimentally. In a low, quiet, rumbling voice he responded; "No. We do not need the gag. He is collared and cuffed, the only way he will bite is if you put something too close to his mouth."

"I thought that was the idea," Carlsen reminded him sullenly, in English for Rayne's benefit.

"If you are afraid that he will rip your cock off, maybe I should take his mouth," Henning said atonally. He pressed his finger into Rayne to the second knuckle and the lean, naked vampire bucked into the ring again with a hiss of mingled pain and pleasure as he drew it back down, letting the curved tip rend soft, internal flesh. A little trickle of blood ran from Rayne's twitching ring as he withdrew his finger completely.

The vampire keened almost inaudibly, though it was hard to say if his cries were born of pain or disappointment at being left empty. He was not robbed of the sensation fix for long though. Carlsen knelt to examine his cock where it protruded through the metal hoop where the X bars crossed over. He grinned on discovering that the vampire was clearly aroused by their handling of him. Even with the ring screwed tight he was swollen and hard.

"You are a bad little bloodsucker," he chuckled, reaching for his collection of tools as Henning slowly clawed Rayne's bare back again, opening new tracks on his pale skin to replace the ones that were gradually fading there. The Were impassively watched him shivering like a junkie in need of a fix.

Carlsen rose and held up a little silver object, about the size of a proper, metal biro refill with a similarly tapered tip. It was curved at the other end though, with a pair of silver balls situated at the top and bottom of the curve.

"Do you know what this is, dead boy?" he asked with a waggle of his thick, dark eyebrows.

Rayne nodded awkwardly. The collar made it difficult to move his head up and down too far but he knew what a cock wand looked like and he knew what they were used for.

"Ever had one in your dick before?" the German grinned at him.

"Yeah." Rayne held his glinting eyes, refusing to look away.

"Bet you've never had one like this though," Carlsen sneered and knelt down to insert the little spear of silver carefully into the opening of the vampire's urethra like a catheter, except that Rayne knew from the size and weight that it was not hollow like a catheter. This little wand was designed to keep fluids from passing out of his piss slit. The curve and the silver balls were for added stimulus.

He winced as he felt it go in though. The pain was very different to the clean cold sensation in his nipples. This was like electricity, or a very thin, sharp knife lancing open his sensitive cock shaft. His jaws parted and despite his resolve not show weakness, he cried out, his fingers curling around the frame beyond the wrist cuffs and gripping it harder. It took every ounce of will not to buck and struggle like a trapped animal as he felt the slender, silver shaft slide deep into his erect penis until the first silver ball was pressing down into his slit, effectively closing the escape hatch on his urethra. The curve fitted snugly around the swell of his cock head and the second ball rested neatly against the sensitive ridges of skin at the root of his foreskin. Carlsen now stroked his curving shaft slowly and rubbed his thumb over that second ball until Rayne was shuddering and panting with longing. The initial cold flame lancing through his cock was dulling to a slow, throbbing ache but every movement brought fresh, exquisite agony.

He squirmed awkwardly in the restraints and made little yipping noises as Henning moved forward and showed him a new toy. The dildo was a plump, 9" black rubber shaft with a large tapered glans and a metal core. There were little steel nodules on the shaft and head. Henning picked up an object that looked like a candle-lighter. He touched the metal tip of the wand to the base of the dildo where the steel core was exposed. It sparked and the nodules along the shaft protruded from the rubber like small silver nipples whenever he connected the wand to the base. Now, the huge, silent Werebear touched the shaft gently to Rayne's fingers. Another spark leapt from one of the nodules and made him jump violently as it earthed itself in his hand. It shocked more than it hurt, but the pull of the restraints and the cock wand hurt more.

Rayne tried hard not to wriggle as Henning walked back between his legs with the big rubber cock. He lubed it carefully before pressing the tapered tip against the vampire's quivering ring and slowly pushing it into his tight rectum. Rayne moaned long and low in his throat as he felt it fill him, long and cold and hard inside him. It was incredible, a beautiful length and thickness, just perfect proportions for the stimulation of his arse. He was aching to be fucked and almost sufficiently horny to beg for that big rubber tool to shaft his restless passage.

But not quite slut enough. Not yet.

As Henning was twisting and turning the dildo inside him, getting it deeper and further between his firm, white arse-cheeks, Carlsen picked up the 'lighter' and murmured his partner's name.

It was all the warning his Were colleague needed. Henning released the dildo and stepped clear as Carlsen touched the little charger to the silver ball in the head of Rayne's cock and the spark leapt across and found its path. Rayne could not see what he was doing but he heard the click of the spark moments after he felt its bite.

His whole body jerked violently as the current shot down the little metal spike in his dick and earthed through his throbbing balls. Rayne screamed. There were no words at first just a long, high, frantic whine of protest.

"Jee...jee...jeeeeesus!" he exhaled at last, still twitching and struggling, no longer concerned by the pull of the cock ring. He had a more pressing imperative. His balls felt as if they were bleeding. Not for the first time he was glad that his colon was empty. A mortal would have crapped himself by now.

"Sorry," Carlsen chirped, sounding not one bit contrite. "I didn't realise it was set high."

Henning murmured; "Noise disturbs me, Monsieur Wylde. If you scream like that again I will have no recourse other than to gag and hood you. You understand?"

Helplessly, Rayne nodded, though he was still shaking from the shock that ripped though his muscles and nerve endings.

"If he won't use a safe word, he doesn't need his mouth open unless we want to fuck it," Carlsen pointed out casually. "Can't we just gag and hood him and be done with it?"

The way that his large, thick penis was forcing out the front of his tight shorts suggested that he was already aroused by the idea of their pretty, undead client blindfolded and tightly gagged as they tormented him and ultimately fucked him; naked and splayed, strapped helplessly to the frame. Wylde had given them permission for just about any form of sexual punishment or humiliation they saw fit to inflict. His only conditions were that he wanted them to make him bleed and that when they fucked him it had to hurt and he had to remain tightly restrained throughout.

Henning shook his head though, and Henning's word was law in here. If the Were said that they were going to kill the vampire, then it would be done. Carlsen would not disobey his Master. He knew that Henning's people had no truck with the Undead. Furthermore, Wylde had never stipulated that they could not kill him.

Carlsen had never seen a vampire executed before and the idea turned him on something bad.

The muscular German sadist had never been quite sure what it was that floated Henning's boat. The Were liked to use his whips and claws but there was something a little obsessive about the way in which he handled a client. He liked to touch them slowly, taking his time. Henning was a craftsman; his punishments were a work of art. Sometimes he talked to them whilst he was opening their skin or paddling their behinds; casual talk like you'd make with any person in the bank or on the high street.

They used the shocker on him for a little while now, passing the trigger back and forth and sending little blasts of electricity through their captive, enjoying the way that he bucked and squirmed. He kept quiet on the whole though, uttering little half-gasping sounds sometimes as the pain ripped through him and moaning low in his throat from time to time. He did not scream again, though his naked body shuddered furiously every time they shocked him. And he stayed hard whilst they were abusing him, which had Carlsen leaking into his tight denim shorts by the time Henning called a halt to this round of punishments.

The Were did not try to stop him when Carlsen removed the dildo from Wylde's ass and unzipped his fly. Szarbo watched impassively as Carlsen mounted, entered and fucked the helpless vampire on the frame, standing between his splayed thighs and taking him from behind with long, firm strokes of his straight, ten inch rod. Wylde quivered and made small, frantic, gasping noises, the sounds of a man fucked almost to the edge of his sexual endurance. He clearly enjoyed the feel of that big, hot cock inside him.

"Fuck! I love my work!" Carlsen panted happily, his balls slapping against the firm white cheeks of their client's cold, smooth arse.

Henning moved to his head now and unfastened his leathers, slapping the pretty vamp's face with his huge Were-bear penis. Wylde half turned his head so that he could lick that obscenely fat, hard shaft, stroking his little, studded pink tongue up and down it greedily.

"Feed me your dick," he panted, the first words he had spoken since they began to abuse him. "Please, I swear I won't bite you. Just let me suck you while he's fucking me. I want you both, together."

"Fuck his mouth," Carlsen panted as he pounded the vampire's tight hole. "Make him gag, Henning. I wanna hear him choke on your fuck-rod while I breed the deadboy bitch."

He gripped Rayne's skinny hips harder and banged his cold, tight arsehole like it was the last chance he'd ever have to fuck. The vampire squirmed under him but didn't fight it. His mouth opened wide as Henning took hold of a handful of his soft, dark hair and tilted his head back to enter his throat. The Were's knob was huge and fat, even bigger than the impressive human dick pumping his raw, twitching colon. Henning was plump and curved, his shaft ridged like the grip on a bike's handlebars. It was hot and salty in Rayne's mouth and he wrapped his lips around it, sucking and licking it willingly.

Their earlier session with the shocker had aroused Carlsen nicely and it did not take the German long to peak and empty his balls. Wylde was making soft, moaning sounds around the long rod in his mouth and throat, his pale eyes closed; lashes fanning his creamy cheeks as he fellated Henning greedily. The Were laid a hand on his dark head and drew his claws steadily through his vampire client's silky black hair as he thrust slowly in his soft, cold mouth and tight pharynx. When Carlsen groaned and bucked hard into him, spilling his load, Henning felt Rayne Wylde shudder with need, a little tremor that ran through the whole of his slender body. The Revenant was hungry for more than just their cocks and Henning pulled out of his mouth slowly, not willing to trust him any longer than he had to. Wylde had agreed to a contract that left him submissive to their whim but Henning had not survived this long in Paris by taking the word of vampires. If Wylde decided he was unhappy with the arrangement he could just as easily subvert it.

Carlsen might be taken in by that deceptively fragile frame but Henning had fought and killed vampires. And he had seen his own people taken by them in turn. If Wylde wanted to fight them he could do it. It might take him a little time to get free of the frame but he could probably do so eventually.

No, Henning Szarbo would be happier once the weird little vamp was off his premises for good. But in the meantime, he was also a lovely cocksucker and a nice tight fuck. The big blond Were moved around behind him now as Carlsen pulled out from between Wylde's bared cheeks, rubbing his wilting cock contentedly. His sperm dripped in long, slow ropes of pearly whey from the gaping 'O' that confronted them.

"That was something else!" the German grinned, exchanging hi-fives with his buddy before Henning took his place between Wylde's legs.

The vampire exhaled a little groan as he felt Henning's thick, well-sucked rod press against his raw, pink ring then quickly pop inside him, plunging deeper at once. That big, ridged cock tugged on his rectal walls as it surged in and out and he shuddered again, furiously horny though he knew that it was somehow very wrong to desire a creature only a short step away from being an animal.

Henning was a very shrewd operator though and he sensed the vampire's tension and also guessed at some of the reasons behind it. As he stroked his hands over Rayne Wylde's naked buttocks and tugged the little vamp back onto his thrusting cock so that the metal ring yanked on his tightly caparisoned genitals, he also made small talk with their pretty, undead submissive.

"This must be a trial for you," he suggested, curling his long, strong fingers around Wylde's narrow hip bones and sinking his talons firmly into the hollows of his pelvis until he could feel the blood running over his hands. The vampire twitched and shuddered again, making a low, urgent whining sound in his throat. Henning was unperturbed. "I mean," he went on, stoking his cock slowly in and out of Wylde's fabulously tight passage; "this probably seems as low as bestiality to you, doesn't it? If I were to shift now, you'd be riding a bear. And you know it, don't you?"

He watched Rayne Wylde writhe slowly in the frame, turning his slim, padded wrists and circling his lean hips as his nude body undulated beneath Henning. The vampire groaned quietly, shaking his head.

"I'd be prepared to bet that you've never ridden a shifter before, huh?" the Were teased, pumping his rod into Wylde a little harder, enjoying his relentless struggles.

"You'd lose," his client answered hoarsely, the cries he had been suppressing finally forced up into his throat. "Aaahhhhh... nnnnnhhhh! Yuuuuhhhhh!"

Henning pounded him just that little bit faster, his curiosity piqued by the response. Plus, he liked to hear Wylde moan like that for him. It made his balls clench in a good way. His client was indubitably crazy but he was also an incredibly satisfying fuck.

"What d'you mean by that?" he huffed, leaning forward and releasing the vampire's hips, sliding his claws slowly up the creature's slender waist to his ribs. Slowly he dug those long, hard talons in and drew them back slow, opening ribbons of scarlet across his bared torso.

Rayne whined low like a stuck gear-wheel. He juddered furiously under Henning as the Were dug his claws in hard again and used them to pull himself balls-deep into Wylde, piston-fucking him urgently.

"What do you mean?" he growled again as he jabbed his sex into the lean, squirming body beneath him.

"What I said, idiot! You'd lose. You're not my first Were." Rayne spat the words out like bitter olive pits.

"You've got a taste for them, huh?" That was Carlsen who had been watching and stroking himself as Henning fucked the vampire and ripped his chest open. "Kinky little bloodsucker, are you? You like a big bear cock in your ass?"

"Not as much as you like watching it," Wylde hissed quietly. He bucked again as Henning clawed his heaving torso a second time. "Ahhhhh... God! That... uuuuhhhhhh!"

"It makes him fuckin' hard," Carlsen said, admiring the curve of their client's erect cock, which was a good size for such a skinny little boy. "If he didn't have the stopper in he'd be spurtin' like a fountain by now."

"Shut up!" Wylde snarled at him, shaking his dark mane with some difficulty. The collar was still restricting his movement.

"Would you like me to shift my form for you?" Henning rumbled eagerly. "I am bigger in my proper form. Much bigger and I last much longer. Would it please you to ride my Beast?"

Rayne's lips parted around a little gasp and for a moment he could not speak. His eyes were wide and the pupils dilated abruptly as he felt Henning's cock twitch and thicken inside him. The huge Finn was easily eleven and a half inches without fur. Rayne had been ridden by a Were in wolf form and guessed that the bear's dick was boned and rigid like a wolf's cock, just from the feel of it inside him. They were not flexible like human pricks, it was more like being fucked with a solid dildo. He could only begin to imagine what kind of size Henning could attain in his true form. Gabriel, Dom Warren's gypsy Werewolf lover, was around ten inches in his human form but nearer to fourteen as a wolf, though his cock was not as thick as Henning's tool either.