Altheras moaned softly when the first finger slipped into him, quickly followed by the second. Though he was accustomed to being taken, it still was mildly painful and it also felt so damn good when done right. He might never admit it, but he had become quite the masochist over the years of abuse. In the end, he had even learned to enjoy being beneath his own father. He even missed the brutal man sometimes.<br/><br/>He offered no struggling or resistance as Jace manhandled him, his submissive nature taking over. Though on the outside it might seem like rape to some people, Alth never once said 'no', nor would he ever ask him to stop. He had been trained not to beg in the past, and he wouldn't do so unless he was told to. Some tops did seem to enjoy the sound of his pleas, and he wouldn't deny them that pleasure if it was what they wanted to hear.<br/><br/>He gasped when fingers were so suddenly replaced with the thickness and length of Jace's cock. His body shuddered and he arched his back against him, instinctively taking him as deep as he would go. A loud moan escaped him, though he struggled to repress it, afraid that a guard would hear. He knew Jace had told him to keep quiet, and he didn't want to anger him now that he was completely at his mercy.<br/><br/>As the larger man began to pound into his lithe body, he braced himself against him, biting into his bottom lip to keep his own cries and groans as muffled as he could. The teeth and nails against his flesh brought such a delicious pain to their coupling and his own length was now achingly hard beneath him.