Nearly making me jump out of my own skin, the door opened. I softly gasp and closed my eyes, awaiting my punishment.

"Sai, you're not even fully undressed."

I lowered my head, pursing my lips.

He let out a patient sigh. "It's okay. Continue."

I bowed my head and sat down on the floor, quickly taking off my clothes.

I handed them over to Lance and he put them aside.

"Hey."

I paused, mid crawl to the bath tub.

"Let's do something different. I'll feed you first, then clean you. That should've been the obvious answer from the start."

I looked over to him. "...Then, where do you want me, sir?"

"Oh, you can continue to the tub. Turn on the water, too."

I did as I was told, waiting for him in the shower. My back faced him as I looked down.

Suddenly, I heard his voice. It was so close, it was almost as if he had snuck up from behind.

"Move over, please."

I jumped, then quickly scooted over to the right. I scooted right under the running water, drenching my hair.

Lance smiled at me. His eyes had a different look, though. A sort of affectionate look.

Suddenly realizing my mouth was agape, I shut it. I looked away from his eyes.

He slowly reached his hand out to my hair and grasped it. He carefully untied my ribbon and braid.

"I like it wild and long when we're about to do things like this." he mumbled to me.

Trying to hide my fluster, I awkwardly smiled and glanced down to his--

My eyes widened in shock at myself. Ablush, I whipped my whole head to the left to avoid.. his... goods.

A faint, breathy chuckle escaped Lance's nose.

"Anticipating? Could it be you're... excited?" he teased, his tone dropping as he cornered me.

Slightly shaking my head, I swallowed. My eyes fluttered over to his, then back.

I can feel a hand, the same hand that untied my hair, trail down my arm from my shoulder. Then, from my arm, to my stomach. Slowly, it persisted down, to my crotch...

I swallowed again, scrunching my face into itself. I reached behind me to only find a wet wall. I clung to that wall as if my life depended on it. My core tightened as I let out a small whimper at the sensation.

All the while, Lance only got closer and closer to me, driving me further and further into the unforgiving wall.

"Sai..." he grumbled into my ear.

At the odd sensation, I tightened up my posture even more.

"I've had a long day. It would really make me happy if you were to work for me."

Still a little cross, my eyes meet his.

"Would you... Would you turn around for me and do the job yourself?" he said, eyebrows raised and with the confidence of a lion.

I diligently nodded and turned around to face the wall.

"Yes~. Good boy." Lance praised as he felt all over my hips.

I'm still not sure if it was the water running down my back, the felling over of my body, or the fact that Lance was touching himself, but I felt incredibly dirty. Not only physically, but mentally, spiritually as well. I felt... marked.

I put my hands on the wall to steady myself. They were shaking. I was still petrified of him. Almost faintly, I could feel a sob fester up deep inside my throat.

Then as if he were done with me, Lance gave my ass a smack and let off my hips.

"Alright." he reached behind him. "Now for the fun."

I could feel the smile on his wretched face.

He put his hands on my head, rifling his fingers through my hair. As quickly as his moods change, his grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it back. I was forced to look directly overhead.

I saw the small bottle of blood dangled over me like a carrot and something in me... A switch was flipped right then and there. It was like a different person from deep within was awoken and surfaced itself.

Almost torturingly slow, Lance tilted the bottle, trickling the blood into my mouth. I involuntarily let out a growl, catching all I could.

"Atta boy~!" Lance said as he returned his hand to my hip.

He rubbed in small circles, but it didn't feel nasty at all anymore. It felt dirty. Like I was a bad boy.

In that moment, I decided to take the bold liberty of grinding up against him. With a loud snarl and a pound of my fist up against the wall, I practically thrusted my ass into Lance's groin.

With a small grunt, he pulled my hair even more. His tight grip was so intense, it made me stomp my foot a the pain.

"Impatient, are we?" he growled at me.

I just persisted with a snap of my jaws.

"Alright, fine. Daren't I keep the beast waiting."

He reached behind himself to put the blood away.

Lance handled his member, lifting it up to meet with my ass. Slowly and gently, he nudged it up to my entrance and fitted it inside. I, with my source of blood to occupy me with taken away, with a pained and nearly inhuman moan, thrashed my head about. Lance's grip on my hair broke. Hard as I could, I smacked the wall.

Soon enough though, he had compressed his full length into me and the initial pain was over.

"All your's." Lance permitted with another slap to my ass.

A sly grin painted its way across my face. I looked back at him from the very corner of my eye. He was grabbing the bottle back.

"What?"

With a giggled, I took the bottle from him and took big gulps.

As I drink, I felt the overwhelming need to satisfy my standing erection. I easily give in, pumping my length with my free hand. I supported myself on the wall with my elbow.

I completely drained the bottle of all fluid and tossed it out the tub.

"Whoo~!!!" I yell, throwing my head back.

"Oi, oi." Lance pestered. "What about me?"

I chuckle as a smirk wipes across my face. "Oh, I didn't forget about you, big boy."

I slid my hand off my dick, which was already dripping with precum. I firmly set both of my hands on the wall, licking my lips as I prepped myself.

Quickly, almost surprising myself, I slid forward, then as hard as I could, I thrusted back too Lance. Even he wasn't ready and let out a grunt. At the- nearly welcomed pain, I rolled my whole spine and grinded my teeth. Of course, the overwhelmingness of it all made me moan, too.

Regathering myself, I started up a pace. I bobbed my body back and forth. Admittedly, it was much smoother than the last push of mine.

Even so, Lance still found it pleasureful. With one hand, he rested it on my hips again. With the other, he slicked back his wet, blond hair. His eyes were closed and his breaths were deep. With every exhale, he let out the faintest groan.