His Pet: New Sensations

Wrote this from an unfinished RP with a friend and after watching too much "Bible Black", which is why Aya is in the position he is in now.
This contains slight scat but nothing too hardcore.
And, of course - Thanks for reading!

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When Aya began to shift uncomfortably on the floor, Crawford took notice and looked up from the opened newspaper in front of him. “What’s the matter, pet?” He asked lightly before turning back to the paper, as if whatever was bothering the naked redhead was of no concern to him.

“N-nothing.” Aya muttered quietly, his gaze falling back down to the floor in an embarrassed gesture. Of course, that peeked Crawford’s interest more so than the uncomfortable squirming. With a jerk of his wrist on the chain that Crawford held, Aya’s neck was pulled over toward the sitting man. “It’s nothing.” A little firmer, but his voice still seemed a bit shaken.

Crawford only made a soft sound in his throat that could have been a chuckle but was too short, though more amused. “Oh, come now, pet. You can tell me what’s bothering you. The floor too cold?” He glanced down to the tiled kitchen floor and then to Aya’s naked backside.

Aya shook his head, still looking to the floor rather than his master. “I... have to use the bathroom.” his tone was tight with the same embarrassed anger that was pretty much his entire mood since he was swept from his bedroom in the middle of the night by the Schwarz leader.

“Bathroom?” Crawford’s thin brow rose in pure amusement, making Aya shake with a silent fury. “You must forget the position you are in.” Crawford stood from the table, laying the paper into a neat pile off to the side. “Come on, then.” It was inevitable it would come to this, it had been six hours since he brought the Weiss assassin into his little hide-out. Crawford walked from the table and gave the leash a tug for Aya to follow. On all fours of course.

“You... you’ve got to be kidding me!” Aya felt his muscles tighten when Crawford wasn’t heading to take him into the bathroom, but to the back door. Aya tried to stall going out, unmoving on the floor as Crawford kept going. That didn’t work, being so worn out from the exhausting sex earlier he was no match at all for Crawford’s strength.

The precog turned his head down to Aya who looked just like a dog not willing to go out of the house. “Don’t be silly, kitten. Pets go outside, not inside.”

Aya’s face streaked a violent red that could have easily matched the color of his hair. Despite the rain that came down in a half-hearted drizzle when Crawford picked up the Weiss member, it was now sunny and a picture perfect spring afternoon. Despite the chill that went down Aya’s spine when he heard Crawford sniffle into his wrist, no doubt the spring day not agreeing with the man’s sensitive sinuses, the red-head was still mortified at what Crawford was going to make him do.

Being secluded so well, Crawford led Aya through the back yard to a patch of thick oak trees that outlined the thick woods that made up the rest of the spacious backyard. Aya tried his best to make his way through the fluffy thick grass, dew clinging to his knees and hands when he moved.

“Here’s a good spot.” Crawford stopped at one of the first trees that led to the woods and pulled Aya over to it. “Let’s get this done quickly.” He muttered, looking around at the blooming nature around him. Sure the house was perfect for the little plan he was executing, but for his hayfever it was pure hell.

Aya stooped low on the ground, unmoving in a defiant fashion. “Nevermind. I don’t have to.”

“It’s either now or later. We’re already here.” Crawford told him with a rather airy sigh. “Come on. You’ll get a treat if you go.” He added in a forced sing-song voice that only made the blush that crept over Aya’s features rush down his neck.

Aya felt as if he was in a dream. Like one of the ones where he would try and run but could only move in slow motion. He was scared, shivering in embarrassment and bright red with anger. He attempted to stand, hoping to feel like he was on a camping trip, but Crawford clearly didn’t let him get away with it and tugged on the chain attached to that bright red collar on his neck and almost pulling Aya off balance. He hated to give in, but this was Crawford he was dealing with. So he did. Closing his eyes, Aya placed his hands next to his heels and tried to relax his muscles which were tight and anxious. When, at last, the warm liquid from his bladder was released onto the grassy ground and Aya sighed quietly from the release.

Crawford stood perfectly still, watching the golden arch of liquid splash against the ground right in front of Aya’s crouching body. The red-head seemed to be relaxing a great deal when his eyes closed, perhaps using his mental blockage of the situation to help his body relax. A little too much, it seemed. Twice they had sex and that was twice the semen built up into the redheads body. He made a audible moan when some of it slipped from the relaxed ring of muscle of his backside.

“Oh?” Crawford’s lips lifted up in an amused grin, brows raising behind his glasses. “Seems you’re not done, pet.”

“N... no!” Aya groaned as he sat rather ungraciously into the soft grass in a defiant action. His eyes were near watering from having shown Crawford his real reason for uncomfortableness. His muscles in his backside clenched tightly, but both men knew Crawford wouldn’t let this go.

“Well, pet.” Crawford crossed his arms over his chest with a bemused grin. “You have two choices. Either you let it go, or I give you some help.”

Aya’s brilliant violet eyes widened at the words, shivering harder and enough that Crawford took notice. “I... I’m fine!” He lied savagely before taking a breath to control himself. “I’m done.” Even if it was humiliating, he moved to rub his cheek against Crawford’s leg.

“No use being cute now. Come on.” Crawford stated simply, and began to walk Aya over back to the house. At first, the Weiss assassin thought it really did work, but Crawford didn’t head to the backdoor, rather to the side of the house. Confused, Aya followed with a little apprehension. When Crawford stopped, Aya’s stomach dropped when he seen the rolled up green hose attached to a faucet on the house’s side.

“N... No. Crawford!” Aya began to stand, moving away from the man in horror at the thought. It wasn’t long before Aya’s face was planted into the grass and dirt, groaning from the weight of the brunette on top of him. Crawford made quick actions, taking Aya’s still cuff-wearing hands and pulling them behind his back. The clasps in the wrist cuffs were then locked together once more. Aya squirmed with all his might, but that only made Crawford’s clothed cock throb against his bare back.

“Poor little pet. You shouldn’t be so scared.” Crawford crooned, digging his hips against Aya’s arched back. “It will hurt a lot more if you are tense.” The gasp he got from Aya made him smile and get off him, one hand holding the red-head’s neck down. “Hmmm.” Crawford’s free hand went to Aya’s backside, poking the ring of muscle with a finger, watching the muscles clench tighter. “You’re a mess down there, kitten. You’ll have to be cleaned up.”

Aya’s heart thudded in his throat, gasping breaths as his lungs didn’t seem to be working fast enough. Crawford’s fingers weren’t making his situation easier, and knew with the semen inside of him it wouldn’t be easy to hold himself long.

Moving from Aya, Crawford threaded the leash through the linked wrist cuffs and leaned to turn the hose on. Water fell from the nozzle in a steady but gentle stream, hitting Aya’s leg and making the redhead jump slightly. Crawford laughed at this before forcing Aya’s hips upwards with little resistance. His one hand was used to spread Aya’s cheeks as the other prodded the tight muscles that made Aya squirm with a groan of anger. “Very nice.” Crawford muttered with a long sigh, holding his cheeks open more when the other hand went for the hose he brought now.

Funny, Crawford thought as he looked over Aya curiously, the redhead’s cock seemed to be very hard at this point, the red tip pressing into his stomach. He decided not to bring attention to it just yet and went on with the job at hand. The tip of the hose was brought up, bringing cool water to run from the entrance to Aya’s body down to his hanging balls and making the redhead squirm more than before. Crawford didn’t let up and soon the metal ring of the hose slid inside Aya’s body and soon the water was going inside of him rather than on the ground.

The cry that fell from Aya’s mouth, Crawford thought, was nothing short of amazing. His cheek came up from the grassy ground and the long shout filled the precog’s ears like a wonderful melody. The muscles that were around the hose tip twitched and tried to push out the invading object, but that only made Crawford push in more.

Aya felt the hose slip in further and knew that it would be impossible to get it out while Crawford was pushing it in further. The water filling his body was cold and - to his utter horror - quite erotic. “S... stop it!” He was having a hard time holding himself before but now it was a whole other story. The amount of water was increasing and he knew he would explode soon. What made him angrier was that his cock was hard, painfully so. No doubt Crawford would take notice to something like that. The few moments the hose was inside him, forcing in water into his bowls, felt like an eternity but it was then over.

Or so Aya thought.

Crawford removed the hose from inside the redhead’s body and turned the water off, but he was not finished with him. With a quick movement, his sleeping pants were off and he was positioned behind Aya with his own raging hard-on.

“N... No! Crawford, no!” Aya turned his gaze back, eyes widened in horror. His attempt to move from Crawford was weak and wasn’t sure if his body was really trying. Though it didn’t matter as Crawford aligned the thick head of his cock against the puckered hole, a deep chuckle bubbling in his throat.

“This wasn’t part of the plan, but I want to see how you feel.” Crawford muttered, fingers digging into Aya’s hips. With a swift thrust of his hips, he sunk his throbbing cock into Aya’s body. He was rewarded with the most unique feeling and a throat tearing scream from his pet. His body burned with heat when he felt the coolness of the water contrasting with Aya’s hot body. “Oh fuck. This feels so damned good.” He groaned out, fingers pressing into the pale skin, sure to leave bruises.

Crawford wasn’t sure what it was that had turned him on so much, but he was lost in a dreamlike euphoric state when his cock was swallowed by the wet heat that was Aya’s body. He didn’t care for the ‘why’ and began to thrust quickly and eagerly. Despite being controlled and almost stoic in the bedroom, Crawford felt all of that slip this time and got lost in the feelings.

The hard pounding of Crawford’s cock made Aya’s insides feel tight with pressure, even heard the water inside him sloshing with the rhythmic pounding of Crawford’s hips. He was still in a rather uncomfortable situation with his hands locked behind his back, but despite all of that, Aya felt his body responding as if on command to Crawford’s. he screamed out a few choice words, legs spreading further to draw Crawford deeper inside. “Fuck! FUCK! I... I’m going to explode!” Aya cried out, unaware of the tears that were falling down the corners of his eyes.

Through rugged and chopped pants and moans of lust, Crawford heard words fall from his lips that were only supposed to be thoughts in his head. “Oh fuck, Aya... You are so damned tight. I could fuck you like this forever. So tight... Fuck!” His sharp gaze fell down to where his body was connected to Aya’s and seen the water trickling out from the tight ring of muscle and down his cock and legs. He moaned deeply at the sight of it, drawing out a few thrusts just to see more of the clear water run out and over his thick muscle.

Aya was first to come, screaming out into the desolate area around them as his cum splashed against his stomach and ground. Crawford’s orgasm was more intense than any he ever had before. Every muscle tightened when his head was thrown back with a deep resounding groan that Aya felt shake him from the inside out. Into the hot cavern filled with cool water, Crawford came rather violently with short hard thrusts. Spent, Crawford’s head fell against Aya’s back and attempted to start breathing normally.

The redhead seemed to be doing the same, his cheek pressed into the soft grass while trying to collect himself. When Crawford slipped his cock from his body, Aya cried out and clenched his muscles hard when water began to rush out of him and down his bare legs. “Ahhh! No!”

“Come here,” Crawford muttered in a ragged voice, taking a hold of the leash and pulling Aya up to his knees. Despite his hands that were still pinned behind his back, Aya was able to use his knees to follow Crawford while painfully holding his muscles together. Crawford pulled him to the area were Aya had urinated before and stopped. “This is where you’ll go. Get used to it now. Now, let it go.”

“N-no!” Aya’s violently red cheeks were tear stained and made him look like the most pitiful human on earth. “No! No! No!” He cried over and over, shaking his head so the crimson strands shook in protest.

Crawford only smirked when he kicked Aya’s legs further apart. That set some of the water inside splashing to the ground, but didn’t get it all out. The brunette only smiled at the challenge and squatted himself down level with Aya. His fingers poked the tight ring of muscle and tempted Aya to release. When he didn’t comply, Crawford used that hand to pull the tight ring apart and got a loud cry from Aya.

“I... it’s coming out! No! I can’t... stop it!” Helplessly he cried, but it was too late. Crawford’s hand moved just in time to watch as water gushed out of Aya’s body and to the ground, with it his body’s waste and his cum that was mixed in as well.

Aya’s face was a dangerous shade of red as the water fell along his feet and couldn’t help it when the stool inside him easily came out as well. For a few moments he complied with Crawford’s wishes and squeezed everything out. To the precog’s pleasure, Aya made the most adorable grunting sounds while he pushed everything from his body. It wasn’t that Crawford had a fetish for watching such a thing, he would could never get into people defecating and certainly would never touch it. But it was Aya being so helpless and so under his control that made Crawford’s body burn with a hot lust.

“Good boy.” Crawford purred when Aya finished, turning his head to the side but not able to draw his eyes up to Crawford. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He bent to unfasten the cuffs so Aya could go back into the house with four limbs instead of two.

When they got into the house, Crawford sat Aya on the floor as he drew him a warm bath. He carefully and rather lovingly washed the redhead from head to toe, making sure to care over all of Aya’s body. Not a word was spoken between them and when the bath drained out and Crawford was drying Aya, the Weiss assassin passed out in his arms. Crawford sighed softly and placed a gentle kiss on Aya’s brow. Like a child, Crawford carried him back into the bedroom where he laid him down and let him sleep peacefully.