The thick, freshly cut green grass in the back yard of Stewart's manor was damp with dew, but the wet patches on his pants were the last thing Stewart cared about as Ash laid next to him. He watched the lovely angel gaze up at the stars longingly, and Stewart could feel the yearning to fly within Ash. In his calm mood Stewart felt privileged to lie next to such an amazing beauty as Gyth's most forbidden son, to touch his flawless skin, and to be Ash's momentary lover; the moments only limited by Stewart's own bi-polar mood swings. As the night's cold air swirled around them Stewart knew he could make Ash fall in love with him, if he wasn't already on the way, but it wasn't in Stewart's desires to have another lover. He had already lost one of the only men to ever truly love him, even with all his flaws, and every time he held Ash, Stewart felt guilty. Back when him and his lost lover where in love Stewart had never truly treated him right. His greed to always have what he wanted got in the way, and Stewart never showed his affection until it was too late. Deep down he longed to have a second chance at loving that man, but he was the one thing Stewart could never force to come back.

Ash sighed so sweetly next to Stewart. He was tired, Stewart could sense it, but the fatigue wasn't brought on by sleepless nights. Ever since Stewart told Ash the lie about his father abandoning him Ash had been an empty shell of the innocent boy Stewart knew, but Stewart took pride in that. With Ash in his betrayed mindset he was easier to control, more willing to do as Stewart commanded, and that's all Stewart wanted; control over the precious son of Gyth. Maybe it was his greed, or even envy that drove him to desire the things the world said he couldn't have, but either way Stewart never questioned why he wanted the things he did. From as far back as he could remember he'd always sought to fill his wants and desires. As a child it was a trait that lead his own father to loath him, but it was his thrill to kill that brought his father's love back. The apple never fell far from the tree in his family; Stewart loved painful howls as much as his father did, and the same for most of Stewart's own children. It made Stewart proud to think of his most valued son Vergal, and even more to think of the darker side Gyth tried to hide.

Then there was Ash, the most innocent being Stewart even knew in his family, or at least the only one he accepted. As a child Ash was a brief glimpse into the heaven Stewart would never enter, and the greed in him longed to corrupt the innocents that was Ash. That greed was what lead him to rape Ash as a young boy, and what lead him to possess him now as a 19year old young adult. Stewart rolled over on his side to place a hand on Ash's smooth bare stomach, and Ash looked up at him slightly scared.
"Master?" Ash questioned with a shaken tone, and Stewart smirked at him while running his fingers down to the silver button on Ash's black short shorts. Ash didn't move, he knew better than to try and stop his great-grandfather from getting what he wanted when he wanted it, and Stewart felt pride in his ability to train Ash. He leaned down and rolled his tongue over Ash's cold nipple, and the most lustful, quiet moan escaped Ash's tightly closed lips.

As Stewart used his fingers to slip the silver button out of its place, slyly sneaking his hand down to Ash's already hardening cock, Ash reached down by instinct to grasp onto Stewart's wrists.
"Master," Ash whispered in a groan, and Stewart growled in pleasure to hear Ash being pleased. With his lips locked tightly sucking on Ash's hard nipple Stewart teased his cock between his fingers until there wasn't enough room in his shorts, and then sat up. Ash looked up at him with a pleading gaze as Stewart pulled the black shorts off to relive his hard cock. On instinct Ash tried coving himself with his hands as his face flushed red, but Stewart smirked evilly at him. No matter how many times Ash laid naked in front of him Ash was always embarrassed to show himself to Stewart, and it was one of the qualities that made Ash his perfect pet.
"Now Ash," Stewart said leaning over him to whisper in his ear, "why must you hide it from me, Huh? It's not like you hide it from all the other men at the strip club." Stewart laughed sinfully as he slowly moved Ash's hands away to grasp onto the head of his cock. "Are you only a whore for strangers?" His word cut Ash like a knife, and Stewart felt the pain in Ash's heart. Again he laughed, but as he continued rubbing Ash's cock his breath fell in quiet moans on Stewart's neck.

In his palm Stewart teased Ash's cock slowly, making every breath Ash took come out in a groan for more, and as he rubbed his hand up and down on the shaft of his cock, gently pushing his fingers along the tender areas Stewart knew by heart, Ash griped onto Stewart's arm again.
"Say it bitch." Stewart commanded in a growl into Ash's ear, and without hesitation Ash fallowed his order.
"Master," He called out with a longing for more, and his lustful tone made Stewart growl again. His own pleasure was pushing his hard cock against the rough unforgiving material of his pants, but he wasn't stopping until Ash came in his hand.
"Good boy, now tell me what I'm doing to you." The order made Ash paralyzed for a second. He knew Stewart only wanted to humiliate him, but he was in no position to refuse.
"You're…." Ash closed his eyes tight with resistance to finish what Stewart wanted to hear, but since hearing his father abandoned him he'd been yearning to make his great-grandfather proud of him. "You're rubbing my cock." Ash moaned out, and Stewart smiled. He began rubbing him faster, squeezing onto his cock like gently milking a cow, and with his lips he kissed Ash's neck.
"Good little bitch," he breathed onto Ash's neck while jerking him off, and Ash wrapped his other arm around Stewart's neck.

The sudden lover act froze Stewart. It reminded him to much of the lover he lost, how he'd hold onto Stewart while he tortured him with pleasure, and Stewart's mood changed. In a split second his heart was filled with regret, guilt, and sadness, then in the next moment he was filled with rage. He pulled back from Ash and punched his nose so hard it snapped, and Ash screamed out in pain. He was confused as he rolled onto his side holding his nose as pain rang through his head. Stewart's body was shaking with rage as he forced Ash onto his back and punched him again. As Ash howled out in pain and tears Stewart felt himself calming down, but it wasn't enough. He shoved Ash onto his stomach and slapped his ass so hard that it immediately turned red.
"Master?!" Ash cried out confused trying to get away, but Stewart pushed Ash's face to the ground by his neck. Stewart forced open Ash's legs with his knees, and used his free hand to shove two un-lubed fingers into Ash's unprepared ass. Ash screamed out in pain while trying to push himself up, but Stewart pushed so hard on his neck that it was starting to crack. "Stop! Please Master! I'm sorry!" He cried, but Stewart wasn't listening. All he wanted was to take Ash the way he wanted to, not as a lover, but as a master.

After using his fingers to spread Ash's tight hole Stewart reached down and unzipped his pants. He took his hard, painfully throbbing cock into his hand and began pushing it into Ash's resistant ass.
"NO!" Ash screamed, but Stewart pushed harder onto his neck.
"Shut up!" he yelled, and fear was sent though Ash. His tears were falling as he continued to try and fight his way out, but as Stewart's cock penetrated him with one final push he couldn't breathe. The pain was unbearable as Stewart's large cock tore through him, and without wait Stewart began pounding deep into Ash's bleeding ass. He didn't care if Ash came or not, all he wanted was to show him who was boss; who was his master.

It felt amazing to Stewart as Ash's ass continued to tighten around his cock the more pain he inflicted, and Ash's cries for mercy only made it better. The silk walls of his ass strangled Stewart's cock trying to push him out, but the resistance only made Stewart thrust deeper. Soon Stewart was as far into Ash as he could, and Ash was unable to breathe correctly between his moans and cried for compassion. His stomach hurt as Stewart continued to thrust violently into him, and his head was spinning from all the pain. Stewart felt Ash was about to pass out and he moved his hand from his neck to his hair, and pulled Ash's head back so roughly that Ash screamed out again.
"You better stay awake or you'll wake up in the basement!" Stewart yelled into Ash's ear before pounding his cock in his ass again. Ash cried, but said nothing. The only thing he feared more than Stewart's random out bursts of anger was the darkness of his basement, and he knew he'd rather sleep in pain in the corner of Stewart's room than in the distant growls.

Stewart's pleasure feed off the smell of Ash's blood and the sight of his tears, and before Ash could cum Stewart gave one last thrust deep in his ass and let his seamen fill his ass. Before Stewart even pulled his cock out the white cum was dripping from Ash's ass, mixing with the blood pouring out his torn hole. Stewart shoved Ash off his cock and stood to pull up his own pants.
"Get inside." He commanded, but Ash couldn't move. Stewart's anger rose higher as Ash didn't show any sign of moving, and he stomped on his leg so hard it snapped. Ash screamed out and rolled onto his side holding his leg, crying even harder.
"Why…are you doing this?" Ash asked behind his breathless pain, but Stewart just started walking inside.
"Be inside in 5 minutes or you'll be sleeping in the basement." His cold attitude stunned Ash. He couldn't understand how easily Stewart could go from being so loving to so mean, and it only reminded him of how easily his father had done it. When the five minutes was over Ash made sure he was inside the house, but Stewart wasn't waiting for him.