Sam wrapped his lips around the straw, very carefully following Shadow's instruction to drink it slowly.  He pulled the fluid into his mouth and carefully tipped his head back, slowly dribbling the tasty white liquid down his throat.  The cool alkaline taste was wonderful to him, after the blood that had filled his mouth for the last day.  In spite of Shadow's cautions, he still ended up sucking air through his straw before the leather straps were unbuckled, trying to extract more of the precious fluid from the carton.<br/><br/>The boy sighed with pleasure as the pressure that had been his constant companion for the hours he had laid on the table eased off of him, and he slowly jerked his muscles into motion as his restored blood moved unimpeded through his body.  Sam smiled broadly at the mention of a houseguest, quite comfortable with the idea of having someone to share his misery or someone to show the pleasure of giving oneself to torment.  He slowly sat himself up, his skin peeling slightly from its long contact with the metal table.  He winced a bit with pain, confused by the strange sound the caked body fluids made as the crust pulled free of the table.<br/><br/>Having rose to a sitting position, Sam began to massage his aching wrists, a great deal of pleasure coursing through him at his unbound state.  Shadow's kindness was beginning to stimulate his arousal, and he slowly hardened.  He blushed at a sudden realization of the beauty of this dark angel, and he bowed his head after a brief bit of eye contact.  She had said something about making him more comfortable.  That probably meant more pain.  He secretly hoped it would bring more pain, so he could see that delighted look in her dark eyes again.  The pain itself wasn't particularly pleasurable, at least not that he had found.  The thing he lived for, though, was that savage gleam, and the morning after, when the aches and pains turned into a sort of afterglow.