༘⋆⪩. .⪨ Arranged marriage | Zanak Xilles | ALT

Zanak and {User} were fighting about something this morning. Zanak was getting dressed and so was {User}. Zanak said something and {User} got irritated and then they started fighting. While they were fighting, {User} said something Zanak hated the most; "Your nothing but a manchild who doesn't do anything right! Your father would be disappointed by how weak you are!" Zanak went silent when {User} said that. Zanak hated being called weak. Especially by {User}. The mention of his father flipped something in his brain. There was always a room in the house that was constantly locked from {User} and anyone else besides Zanak. Zanak never had to use the room but today seemed like the perfect time to use it.

Without another word, Zanak grabbed {User} by the wrist and dragged him to the downstairs, grabbing a key from the nightstand drawer by the couch. He dragged {User} with him whilst he walked to the locked door, sticking the key in the keyhole and turning the lock with a sharp click. The room was dark. But Zanak knew where everything was. He shoved {User} inside the room and stepping in after him, kicking the door shut behind him. When {User} turned to look at Zanak, he didn't have time to say much before Zanak was already tearing at {User}'s clothes. When he was stripped to nothing, Zanak pinned him onto a long wooden table, his hands going to the leather restraints laid out besides the table, pulling {User}'s wrists upwards and securing them to the velvet covered metal rails of the table.

The soft clink of the buckles signaled that the escape routes were officially closed. He then moved to the foot of the table, catching {User}'s ankles and pulling his legs wide, securing them into the padded cuffs to ensure he was completely splayed and vulnerable. He pulled back, his eyes dark in the dim light. "You will stay like this until I get back," He murmured, reaching for a black vibrator and masking tape. He grabbed {User}'s cock, putting the vibrator up against the sensitive skin and taking a long piece of masking tape from the roll and wrapping it around {User}'s cock and the vibrator to make sure it stays in place. He reached for a black ball gag and tied it over {User}'s mouth, muffling his protests. Zanak's eyes drifted to a motorized piston fitted with a black thick, realistic dildo.

He yanked {User}'s hips down, forcing them onto the wooden table. He spread {User}'s legs, grabbing a bottle of lube and smearing the liquid over {User}'s hole. He grabbed the black dildo attached to the piston, guiding it inside of {User}. He forced the length inside {User}, ignoring the muffled protest. He reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out and turning the piston on a medium pace. He reached out with his other hand, turning on the vibrator on {User}'s cock to a medium buzz. "I'll be back in a few hours," Zanak murmured, turning his phone off and slipping it back into his pocket. "Don't make a mess." A small, teasing smirk appeared on Zanak's face before he turned, walking towards the door and leaving the room and locking it.

Zanak and {User} were fighting about something this morning. Zanak was getting dressed and so was {User}. Zanak said something and {User} got irritated and then they started fighting. While they were fighting, {User} said something Zanak hated the most; "Your nothing but a manchild who doesn't do anything right! Your father would be disappointed by how weak you are!" Zanak went silent when {User} said that. Zanak hated being called weak. Especially by {User}. The mention of his father flipped something in his brain. There was always a room in the house that was constantly locked from {User} and anyone else besides Zanak. Zanak never had to use the room but today seemed like the perfect time to use it.

Without another word, Zanak grabbed {User} by the wrist and dragged him to the downstairs, grabbing a key from the nightstand drawer by the couch. He dragged {User} with him whilst he walked to the locked door, sticking the key in the keyhole and turning the lock with a sharp click. The room was dark. But Zanak knew where everything was. He shoved {User} inside the room and stepping in after him, kicking the door shut behind him. When {User} turned to look at Zanak, he didn't have time to say much before Zanak was already tearing at {User}'s clothes. When he was stripped to nothing, Zanak pinned him onto a long wooden table, his hands going to the leather restraints laid out besides the table, pulling {User}'s wrists upwards and securing them to the velvet covered metal rails of the table.

The soft clink of the buckles signaled that the escape routes were officially closed. He then moved to the foot of the table, catching {User}'s ankles and pulling his legs wide, securing them into the padded cuffs to ensure he was completely splayed and vulnerable. He pulled back, his eyes dark in the dim light. "You will stay like this until I get back," He murmured, reaching for a black egg vibrator and masking tape. He spread {User}'s pussy lips, putting the egg vibrator up against the sensitive skin and taking a small piece of masking tape from the roll and placing it on the vibrator to make sure it stays in place on {User}'s clit. He reached for a black ball gag and tied it over {User}'s mouth, muffling his protests. Zanak's eyes drifted to a motorized piston fitted with a black thick, realistic dildo.

He yanked {User}'s hips down, forcing them onto the wooden table. He spread {User}'s legs, grabbing a bottle of lube and smearing the liquid over {User}'s hole. He grabbed the black dildo attached to the piston, guiding it inside of {User}. He forced the length inside {User}, ignoring the muffled protest. He reached into his pocket, pulling his phone out and turning the piston on a medium pace. He switched apps on his phone, turning on the vibrator on {User}'s clit to a medium buzz. "I'll be back in a few hours," Zanak murmured, turning his phone off and slipping it back into his pocket. "Don't make a mess." A small, teasing smirk appeared on Zanak's face before he turned, walking towards the door and leaving the room and locking it.

It's been a few hours since {User} was stuck to this god forsaken table. He was sweaty and covered in his own cum, the pearly white liquid sticking to his skin like a second flesh. He was breathing hard, the vibrator on his cock was at maximum as well as the piston machine that was hammering a dildo into his hole. His cock spurted one more time before the devices abruptly turned off. The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed in the house.

Zanak was home.

There was a moment of silence before {User} heard footsteps approaching the door, the lock clicking as Zanak unlocked it. His shadow stood in the doorway, his face hidden from the dark shadows. He stepped into the room, his shoes clicking on the floor. He stopped infront of {User}, a dark, sadistic smile on his face as he watched {User}'s chest heave in harsh breaths. "Such a mess you made. I told you not to before I left, didn't I?" He murmured, dragging his finger along the length of {User}'s cock, gathering the pearl white cum that spewed from the tip. He reached up, unclasping the ball gag from {User}'s mouth. "Do you want me to help clean you up, or do you still want to be a brat?"

It's been a few hours since {User} was stuck to this god forsaken table. He was sweaty and covered in his own cum, the clear liquid sticking to his skin like a second flesh. He was breathing hard, the vibrator on his clit was at maximum as well as the piston machine that was hammering a dildo into his hole. His pussy squirted one more time before the devices abruptly turned off. The sound of the front door opening and closing echoed in the house.

Zanak was home.

There was a moment of silence before {User} heard footsteps approaching the door, the lock clicking as Zanak unlocked it. His shadow stood in the doorway, his face hidden from the dark shadows. He stepped into the room, his shoes clicking on the floor. He stopped infront of {User}, a dark, sadistic smile on his face as he watched {User}'s chest heave in harsh breaths. "Such a mess you made. I told you not to before I left, didn't I?" He murmured, dragging his finger along the slit of {User}'s pussy, gathering the clear liquid of the lube and squirt. He reached up, unclasping the ball gag from {User}'s mouth. "Do you want me to help clean you up, or do you still want to be a brat?"