CHAPTER 2: THE SUMMONER, HIS TOY

I summoned him for strength. Not to become his toy. He was supposed to serve me, but now…

“Eurgh!!!" I gagged, my jaws aching as I sucked harder.

The chains tightened around my body, sinking into my flesh and drawing blood. I gasped, but the sound was swallowed by Thrakos’ dick as it filled my mouth, burning against my tongue. I sucked harder, trying to draw his cum. 

This isn't me. Why am I…?

“Oh, yes," Thrakos groaned, a low guttural growl echoing across the empty cathedral. 

He thrust his cock deeper into my throat, choking me. My eyes watered, drool dripping down my lips as my lungs burned for air. His meat throbbed in my mouth and I could tell he was close. 

I wanted to scream, to spit him out. But instead… I welcomed him. I wanted his hot cum to fill my mouth. 

What the hell did he do to me?

I pulled my face forward, pushing his rock-hard dick deeper. He hit the back of my throat as I massaged him with my tongue, desperate to push him to the edge. 

Thrakos snarled.

His hands gripped the back of my head as he began to fuck my face with hard thrusts. My vision blurred, but I held on, my own dick pulsing between my legs, a strange pleasure cutting through the pain. 

He was almost there. I could feel it—taste it coming. 

But just as he was about finishing, he ripped himself out of my mouth with a snarl. I coughed, tears brimming down my face as I lifted my gaze to meet his glowing amber eyes. 

Why did he stop?

Thrakos cupped my head in one massive clawed hand, turning my face up to meet his. His lips curled into a twisted smile as he caressed my cheek with his thumb. 

“My pet," he whispered, his smile widening. 

A string of saliva curled off my lip, running down my chin. But just before it dropped, he snapped it out of the air with his forked tongue, curling around it before sucking it into his mouth.

My cock twitched. 

“Sleep, Kaelen,” he breathed as his hands went over my face. 

I tried to move, tugging at my chains, but my body refused to obey me. Soon, my vision began to blur, my muscles loosening as I grew weak. Before I could understand what was happening, darkness clouded my vision and I blacked out. 

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I groaned softly and shifted on the cold floor as my eyes fluttered open. My body ached badly, pain shooting up my arms and thighs as I tried to sit up. My muscles trembled and my arms gave way under me. I dropped to the floor with a soft grunt. 

“What in… the hell?” I breathed as I looked down at my aching body. 

Glowing across my entire body were markings – red runes pulsating with a crimson glow. They twisted around my body like snakes, feeding into my very being some kind of ancient energy. 

“You're awake.”

I looked up at the sound of the voice. 

Thrakos was back on his throne, his body relaxed, legs spread wide, one arm lazily propped against the armrest and like before… completely naked. His amber eyes gleamed as he watched me, a grin etched in his face. 

My throat burned as I fought to sit up, one elbow holding me in place. "What… what did you do to me?" I breathed. 

Everything that had happened rushed back at me–the taste of his cock in my mouth, the way he spoke my name, his hands grabbing a fistful of my hair as he fucked my face. I had tried to resist but I could not. It was as though I wasn't myself. 

And the pleasure from the pain…

My body trembled as rage seethed within me. “What the fuck did you do to me?" I shouted, my voice echoing across the empty ruin. 

Thrakos smiled, cocking his head to one side. "I gave you what you asked for, Kaelen,” he replied. “Power, strength, enough magic from the Hades to tear your enemies apart.” He grabbed his still hard cock and began stroking. "And there is still enough to keep you recharged.”

"Not—" I gulped down the acid scorching in my burning throat. "Not what I wanted."

"Oh?" He stood from his throne and in a second, closed the distance between us. "What did you want instead?"

I dragged myself up onto my elbows, panting. "I wanted you to be bound to me," I said through clenched teeth. “You were supposed to follow me. You were supposed to be my dog."

Thrakos' smile faltered.

He grabbed me by the throat, lifting me up in the air as his eyes blazed with hellish fury. "NO ONE BINDS THE KING OF HELL," he growled, his hands tightening around my throat, clogging my airway.

“Let… me… go,” I rasped, clawing at his hands. 

“You think you can control me?” he snarled, his voice dripping fury. “I am no puppet”

I grabbed his hands, squirming under us grip. But slowly, the pain began turning to pleasure. My tongue stuck out of my mouth, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as I ran my hands over his chiseled arm. My cock hardened, tears falling down my throat as Thrakos let out a deep chuckle. 

"This pleases you?” he muttered as his hands grabbed my dick, slowly stroking it. 

The markings on my body pulsated, feeding me with more power with each stroke Thrakos made. I thrusted my waist forward, my entire being shaking with desire. But before I could reach my climax–

“FAN OUT!!!”

My head snapped in the direction of the sound as my eyes shot open. Footsteps erupted from the alleyway outside and shouts flooded through the broken front doors of the cathedral. 

“HE WENT THAT WAY!”

“SEARCH THE TEMPLE!"  

"DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY!"

Fear surged through me as I spun back to Thrakos who still held me up in the air. "They've come," I whimpered, my lips trembling. "They are going to kill me."

Thrakos cocked his head, and his lips curled into a nasty smile as he let go of me. "You wanted power, kaelen,” he snarled as he took a step back, fading into the shadows. "Use it…”