Say, "I want to fuck you."

Pinned beneath you, his eyes grow wide and his face flushes as he stutters, "No, you- you can't. I- I -I'm not gay."

"Sure you aren't," you say, rolling your hips from side to side and grinding your crotch against his, where you feel a responding stiffness beneath the cloth. "And I suppose that isn't a hard on I feel beneath my balls." He cringes as you lean down, putting your face close to his. "I won't tell anyone if you don't," you whisper, and then kiss his dry lips, running your tongue over the rough flesh, licking into his mouth. You feel his tongue flutter against yours and he swallows noisily.

"Well...I suppose I- I may have thought about it once or twice..." he says, his voice trailing off as you release his wrists. You wait, watching to see if he's going to try to fight you again, but he doesn't move.

"Good, master," you murmur, your hands moving to his throat, where you unfasten the clasp of his cloak, pushing the material back off his shoulders. Underneath, he's wearing an old T-shirt. You slide down his body, peeling back the cloak to reveal a pair of faded jeans concealing a promising bulge. He makes a soft, breathless sound as you cover his crotch with one hand, cupping the heat and hardness of him, before swiftly unbuttoning and unzipping his pants.

"Oh, shit," he gasps as you suddenly jerk down his jeans and underwear, his cock springing free. You rise up and grab him by the hips, using your demonic strength to flip him over onto his stomach. Your hands grab his firm, round ass cheeks and give them a appreciative squeeze. He gasps and cries out, "Wait! We don't have any lube! You- you can't fuck me without lube. Please!"

You laugh, amused by the memories that are now a part of you. Humans can be so entertaining, especially when they're scared out of their wits. "Oh, I assure you, I most certainly can fuck you without lube." You grab your master's sneakers and jerk them off his feet, before stripping his jeans and underwear off and tossing them aside. Naked from his waist down to his socks, he looks over his shoulder at you with the eyes of a frightened rabbit. Before he can try to escape again, you place your foot on his leg, above his knee. With your strength, you could easily snap his femur in two. However, you can see the thin golden thread that tethers you to him beginning to fray. Fear will do that, as will pain and hatred. You need to make him happy, or at least not so afraid, or the line will snap and you will be lost.

"I'll make a deal with you," you say. "If you promise not to try to run away from me again, I'll make sure to lube your ass real good before I fuck you. Or, I can break your legs and fuck you raw and bleeding. Your choice. What do you say?"

He doesn't look very excited about his options, but finally he nods. "Okay. I- I won't run away."