The End of Lohengrin

"I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth and the literal blood of angels coursing through my veins. There has never been a point in my life where I have been left wanting. I have never been told no, never been denied anything that I requested," Durell pauses, licks his finger and turns the page before continuing where he left off. "I long to feel what it is like to be told no, to have something taken from me, to be humiliated, humbled, and helpless, to feel like a commoner even if for a brief moment. What is it like to be denied a basic freedom?"
Durell stops, lowering the book and looks at the young man standing in front of him. Lohengrin's face is flushed red and his eyes are focused on a point near Durell's feet.
"You've never been denied anything?" Durell asks, closing Lohengrin's journal and setting it on the table beside him. "You're a beautiful, rich young lord and you want to know what it's like to be stripped of your freedom?"
"It's," Lohengrin fumbles for words. He isn't sure how to explain it. "I- yes," he finally sputters out.
Durell nods and steps forward.
"Sounds like an easy task to me," Durell states as he steps up and towers over the blonde. "Would you like me to be cruel to you?"
"Uh," Lohengrin's blush deepens, spreading to his pointed ears. He shivers slightly but doesn't move away.
"Do you, want me, to be cruel to you, Loh?" Durell repeats himself, sounding annoyed that he had to ask twice.
"Um, uh- y," Lohengrin stumbles over his words again as Durell pulls the flaps of his pants back, slipping his hand inside and wrapping his fingers around Lohengrin's stiffening cock. "You would want to do something like that with- with me?" Loh finally says, his voice quiet and breathy.
"Are you kidding?" Durell asks as he begins to stroke him slowly. "You are the most beautiful, flawless thing I have ever seen. You're disgustingly perfect, literally descended from the angels. I would pay for the honor of tormenting a spoiled little rich brat like you... And you WANT me to ruin you? You're a dream come true."
Lohengrin gulps, and smiles. He closes his eyes, tilting his head back. Durell grabs a handful of his hair.
"Open your eyes," Durell demands. Lohengrin complies, opening and looking Durell in the eyes. Durell pulls his hair, tilting kırşehir escort bayan Lohengrin's head downward to focus on his hand slowly stroking Lohengrin's cock.
"I want you to watch as I ruin you." Durell smirks as he feels a tensing of muscles in Lohengrin's cock as he prepares for a climax.
"Are you close to coming already?"
Lohengrin glances up at him without moving his head, shame evident in his eyes.
"Yes," Lohengrin squeaks. Durell laughs.
"Pathetic. Do you think you're just going to cum, or are you going to ask for my permission first?"
A grin tugs on Lohengrin's lips.
"May I cum, please?" Lohengrin says, quietly and playfully.
"That's not what I want to hear," Durell says. "Beg me to let you cum."
Lohengrin nods, takes a breath and tries to act desperate.
"Please, Durell. I want to cum so badly, please let me."
Loh's body gives an involuntary shiver as Durell speeds up his stroking. He can feel the pressure building as he nears the tipping point.
Durell leans forward, brushing his lips against Loh's ear.
"Once more, Loh."
"Please," Lohengrin begins, but pauses as a quiet moan escapes his lips. His cock throbs, ready to burst. "Let me cum."
In a quiet, breathy voice Durell says quietly; "No."
Durell stops stroking suddenly and Lohengrin's hips thrust forward into his hands before he can react. He thrusts a second time before getting himself under control. Lohengrin's eyes bulge from his head as he watches his cock shrink away from Durell's hand, shriveling away to a flaccid state, then even smaller.
"Ah," Lohengrin lets out a breathy whimper as he fails to orgasm, but the sensation of being right at the edge remains.
"Ahh," Loh whimpers again, trying to talk but incapable of overpowering the orgasmic energy that refuses to burst from him. He tenses his muscles and shamelessly begins to stroke his own cock despite Durell's presence. Durell chuckles at his frustration as his cock neither hardens, nor releases the pent-up energy.
"Wow, I got you at just the right moment," Durell says with a chuckle, watching Lohengrin's futile attempts to cum. "Your nervous system is still trying to tell your body to orgasm, but the muscles in your little limp dick don't escort kırşehir work anymore. It will probably take a few minutes for that feeling to pass."
"Wh-, what did you, did you do?" Lohengrin whispers, taking gasping breaths between each word. He's beginning to sweat, his eyes beginning to water at the overwhelming sensation. He's still frantically trying to stroke himself off, but it remains a futile attempt.
"I put a curse on you," Durell says.
"What... what curse?" Lohengrin pants.
"Information isn't free, Lohengrin. Are you willing to pay the price for it?"
Lohengrin nods frantically.
"Wonderful. Take off your clothes and get on your knees and I will tell you the name of the curse."
Lohengrin stands, panting in frustration for a full minute before his shivering hands begin to unbutton his shirt. It takes him a moment, but he manages to pull his shirt off his shoulders and lets it fall to the ground. He hooks his thumbs into his pant hem and pushes them down around his knees, then to the ground, stepping out of them. Lohengrin stands naked, shivering, in front of Durell. His flesh is smooth and creamy, made flawless by the angelic blood that runs through his veins. He looks at Durell.
Durell smiles and points to the ground. Lohengrin shakily lowers himself to his knees.
"The spell I used was one of my own creation. I call it withering limb. It's usually used for arms and legs to cripple my foes, restricting blood flow and diminishing the muscles. I'm honestly surprised it worked on your little cock."
Lohengrin winces at the light jab.
"How long... does it last?" Lohengrin asks, his gaze focused on the floor.
"Information isn't free, Loh."
Loh sighs and shifts on his knees.
"How can I earn it?" Lohengrin asks.
Durell undoes the front of his pants and removes his throbbing cock. He takes a step forward, all it takes for the head of his cock to press against Lohengrin's cheek.
"I'll tell you the duration... when you swallow."
Lohengrin whimpers as he brings his hands up to grip Durell's cock and slowly strokes it. He turns his head and wraps his tongue around the tip before closing his lips over the head. He leans into it and swallows the full length.
"Mmm," Lohengrin kırşehir escort moans around Durell's cock as a new wave of frustration surfaces from his own member.
Durell smiles and pats Lohengrin on the head as he gently moves his hips, pushing his cock deeper down Loh's throat. Before long, Durell spasms and sends his seed into Lohengrin's mouth. Loh gags, but Durell pulls his hair, keeping him from pulling away. Lohengrin gags again and coughs, a small ball of semen shoots from his nose. Durell pulls away and lets him breath. Lohengrin coughs several times, wiping his mouth before looking up at Durell.
"Alright," Durell says. He leans down to take Lohengrin's arm and help him to his feet. He reaches down, taking Lohengrin's flaccid cock into his fingers.
"I'll tell you how long it lasts," Durell says as he gently strokes the small member in his hand. Lohengrin shivers; despite being flaccid and useless, the nerves are still active, and he can feel it just fine. Loh's shoulders seem to relax as he anticipates the removal of the curse.
Durell leans in to whisper in his ear.
"Forever," he says as he casts a permanency spell upon the curse.
As Lohengrin redresses, Durell rests his hand on his shoulder.
"Was that good? Do you feel that I have been sufficiently cruel to you?"
Lohengrin smiles brightly at him, leans in and kisses him, wrapping his arms about his neck.
"Yes, wow, you're really good at this... Um, are you actually going to keep my like... um..." He shifts his hips forward, pressing his soft, withered member against Durell's thigh. "Like this?"
Durell frowns, raising an arm between them and gently prying Lohengrin off. He continues to push him away until he's at arm's length.
"Yes. You're my disgustingly pretty little plaything now. I want to make sure you're ready for action when I want you to be, and needy enough to perform eagerly. I told you, I'm going to ruin you."
Lohengrin's smile remains, but his eyebrows raise with a question.
"Will you ever... let me, uh... let me... cum again?"
Durell shrugs.
"Durell?" Lohengrin pleads.
"Probably. I must remind you occasionally of what you're missing, so you don't forget what you're trying to earn. Maybe every few months or so." Durell chuckles as Lohengrin's smile vanishes and is exchanged for a look of dread. "We'll see," he says, pulling Lohengrin's shirt over his shoulders and helping him button up.
Lohengrin finishes dressing and heads for the door.
"By the way," Durell says. "You have cum dripping from your nose, should fix that before returning to the group."