Dimitraeus let out a low growl. Physical, yes, Kane was stronger than him. Dimitraeus was more limber, and was also guilty of being a dirty fighter. But they were in a bedroom, and the scene was already plenty dirty. He gasped out when Kane's long tongue plunged into his asshole, causing his dick to jerk and a tremor to rush through his body. Groaning, he shoved himself back against Kane's face. It was erotic, and hot, and fucking filthy. The pleasure stole his strength and he let out a grunt, eyes hazy with lust when Kane snapped a collar around his throat.<br/><br/>"You bastard," he hissed, half-heartedly. It was clear he was enjoying this, due to how hard he was and how flushed he was. His pale skin was already darkened with arousal. He was indeed thrown off guard with the leash jerking him over Kane's lap. He could feel Kane's cock against his stomach and he groaned again. Then Kane's hand came down on his ass and he hissed. "Are you fucking serious?" he snapped, glaring over his shoulder. But Kane was relentless, and brutal. Dimitri had<i>never </i>been spanked before. The sharp sting caused endorphins to flood through him, the repetitive slaps sending him into a hazy, euphoric state. He didn't know it but Kane had rendered him into subspace. His cock was making a mess all over Kane's leg, and it wouldn't take much at all for him to cum. Hell, why hadn't he so far? He couldn't think, and only moaned when Kane leaned over to bite his ass. He shuddered, ears lowered, tails limp on either side of him. There was something wet trailing down his face, and he realized he was crying. But he couldn't bring himself to care. It just felt that fucking good.