Danger Grounds

NOTE: If you've read my other story Two-Dimensional World, it's the same kind of other world as that, because I loved writing about it so much :)  please rate/review if you enjoy, thanks :D

 

 

 Lace Werthins looked over at his two best friends, feeling left out as they giggled, hands clasped together, both leaning close to exchange soft kisses as he trailed behind them. They were walking through the local park, spacious and lush green all around, trees lining each side and faraway in front of them, one lone oak standing guard on a hill.

It was a sunny day, but hardly anyone was about. The three seventeen-year-olds were the only ones heading towards the playing area, where empty red swings swayed with the breeze. His friends, Carla and James, were no doubt going to hang out on the swings, completely oblivious to Lace for the time being. While James pushed Carla, he wandered over to the monkey bars, even with his small height he was still able to reach the bars easily, smiling a little as he remembered how impossible it had seemed to ever be able to reach them.

Now the metal bars were chipped and beginning to rust, after years of constant use. When he’d been a kid, they’d been new, shining a brilliant blue that you could see a mile away across the park. It made him sad to see it so worn out now.

“Hey Lace! Come over here, I’ll push you” James called. Tall, gorgeous James. The one Lace had always yearned to have as his own, and almost had, until Carla had come along. He plastered on a fake smile and strolled back over to them, sitting on the swing next to Carla, who was swinging back and forth higher and higher, screaming with delight. His breath hitched when he felt James behind him, gentle hands on his back, pushing him forwards. How had it come to this? He closed his eyes and tried to feel happy, tried to think about the times when it had been just James. Him and James together, having fun and flirting a little until they ran out of confidence. He’d simply waited too long. James couldn’t wait forever.

As he rose higher, Carla’s screams began to fade, his mind wandering into its own little world, which it did a lot these days. He imagined that Carla was gone, James was pushing him on the swing, laughing and calling him sweet silly names, love-filled eyes watching him rise and fall back to his awaiting hands.

His eyes snapped open though, when Carla’s screams turned from being filled with joy to terror. He just caught the sight of her figure flying away from the swing, falling down into a…black pit? Yes, a black pit. A gaping hole in the ground beneath them, that was growing wider and wider, and humming with energy. Lace gripped the metal chains tighter, fear clogging his throat as he realised James had ran around to the black pit, leaving him swinging, his momentum slowing. Somehow he knew if he stopped, he’d end up in that hole too. He could feel it trying to suck him in every time he passed over it, but he held on with all his strength. “James! Come back!” he yelled, and cried out when he saw his friend get sucked into the hole before he could grab hold of anything.

In that moment, his heart thud painfully as he watched James disappear, and his fingers loosened on the chains as he tilted forwards in shock. He realised his mistake too late, and felt himself being dragged away from the swing, down into the blackness, spinning like Alice down the rabbit-hole, glimpsing the light in the world above slowly winking out.

It seemed to go on forever, falling and falling down, until he finally began to slow down, feeling like he was passing through some thick gel that made his face cold and wet as he sank into it. Panic rose in him as he struggled to get free, needing air. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold his breath much longer, he was free and landed with a hard thud on solid ground. With a cough, he slowly got to his hands and knees and lifted his head, looking around to see a dark wasteland, burnt and bare trees scattered here and there. He reached up to push his light brown hair, now lathered in gooey gel, out of his big light brown eyes. It was then he heard movement, and looked around to see James and Carla huddled on the floor behind him.

“Are you guys okay?” he asked, suddenly nervous about what things might be creeping about in the trees farther behind them. They looked dark and dangerous, as if the forest was alive with malice. “We’re fine, but where the hell are we?” James replied, standing up and pulling Carla with him. She was shaking badly, eyes wide and lips trembling.

“I don’t know, but it feels like its not a great place to be” Lace said softly, eyes darting around with alertness. He’d always been the cowardly one, the rabbit that ran for cover at the slightest noise, the one that jumped at every shadow. It was as he was thinking this that they heard clattering, like horse hooves upon  the ground. “Run!” James yanked Carla with him towards the trees, but Lace hesitated, squinting into the darkness beyond. It was open ground, there was nothing to hide whatever was coming, but he couldn’t see anyone. “Come on!” James called, snapping Lace back to reality. He gasped and ran over to his friends, fear fuelling him as they ran through the darkness of the trees, stumbling over snapping twigs and fallen branches.

The sound of running horses was getting louder, spurring them on into a different direction. Lace was ahead, if only by a few yards, and he was beginning tire when he heard Carla scream. He looked back to find horses, large black and white horses so much bigger than any he’d seen before. They were right on their heels, and one cloaked rider had already snatched Carla up and turned to gallop away as the others closed in once more, advancing on James who cursed at them and grabbed a thick branch as a weapon.

“James! Don’t fight them!” he called desperately, and kept on running when he saw them yank James up into the crowd before he could put up a decent fight. Lace cried out as he fell over, scrambling back onto his feet as tears blurred his vision. He wished there was something he could do to help them, he wished he’d be able to get away but a part of him knew it wasn’t going to happen. The trees seemed to be going on forever.

It took him a few minutes to realise he wasn’t being chased anymore. He stopped and clutched his aching side, leaning against the thick trunk of a tall tree, not noticing the branches bending towards him from above. With a squeal he was yanked upwards, branches and vines wrapping around his slender form, squeezing so tight he was sure his bones would snap. He had no breath to scream, he could only stare wide-eyed at the leaves closing in around him, obscuring his vision.

Lace felt relief flood through him when the branches let go slowly, and he slithered back onto the ground, dazed and confused. His eyes were drawn upwards when he realised someone was standing next to him. A tall, pale man was there, cloak billowing in the breeze. He had sharp, elfish features, eyes a bright, vivid green, hair long and pale blonde. He was absolutely beautiful, making Lace’s breath catch as he stared up at him. The man radiated authority and looked like an angel.

He was about to thank the man, for whatever he’d done to help, but the man stepped up and smacked him on the side of the head with the handle of his sword, knocking him straight out so he slumped sideways onto the leaf-covered ground.

*

It was so cold, and his head ached so much. Lace opened his eyes, blinking at the green wall in front of him, which he soon realised was the side of a tent.  He rolled over onto his back, looking down to see his wrists were bound with a thin wire that bit into his skin painfully. Blood oozed from the little cuts that the wire had created.

“Awake then I see, finally” a lazy, soft voice said from across the wide tent. Lace turned his head so he could see who it was. The blonde man who’d knocked him out, sat at a writing desk, legs sprawled as he sat facing Lace lying helpless on a bed of blankets. “Where am I? What’s going on?” Lace demanded, though his voice was shaking with terror at what the answer might be. The tall Elf smirked and withdrew a short-bladed dagger, curved at the tip and gleaming in its sharpness. “My name is Lexi, I am your new Master, and that is how you will address me, do you understand human?” The man’s voice was like bells tinkling, hypnotic and yet with a dangerous edge underneath the beauty . Lace bit down on his lip as he nodded, and then watched the man turned back to his desk.

“Excuse me…Master, but…where are my friends?” he gathered the courage to ask, simply because he was so worried about them, his heart ached at being separated from James. Lexi sighed and stood up, walking over to peer down at him with impatient pale eyes, “They are being sold as slaves, I kept you as my own personal toy. Now stop asking stupid questions” the sentence was ended with a slash of the knife across Lace’s cheek, not deep enough to scar but it still stung and made him cry out.

“Oh dear, I really hope you have more resistance to pain than that. After all, that was nothing compared to what I can do to you” Lexi was smirking again, amusement swirling in the depths of his eyes.  He then turned on his heel and strode out of the tent, leaving Lace trembling and hiccupping between the sobs that escaped his lips.

He had no idea how long he lay there, eyes eventually closing as he imagined he was somewhere else, far away back home with people he knew and loved. He was so deep in thought that he jumped when a cold hand touched his neck, making his eyes snap open to look up at Lexi, who was kneeling beside him. Those cold fingers tightened and then pulled him upwards so he choked at the hard grip around his throat. Lexi flipped him over, hands fumbling at Lace’s tight denim jeans, yanking them down along with his boxers, leaving his firm ass bare and thrust slightly in the air. “No! No please don’t!” Lace cried, tears blurring his vision as Lexi positioned himself behind him. A hard smack across his already aching head was the only reply he got, and then he felt like he was being ripped in half, searing pain shooting up his spine.

Lace screamed and screamed, but Lexi seemed to enjoy the pain and terror he was giving him, laughing madly as he thrust harder into the unwilling, petite body twisting beneath him. Just when Lace thought he couldn’t bear any more, he felt hot stickiness shoot up inside his body, and the intruding member was pulled out. Lexi cleaned them up and then grabbed a fistful of Lace’s gel-caked hair, “Thank me” he hissed, and when Lace could do nothing but whimper, he brought up his knife and pressed it to his captive’s throat. “Thank you, Master!” Lace gasped, closing his eyes as he waited for more pain. Lexi let him go and stood up, stripping off all his clothes, and lying on his own blankets with a satisfied sigh.

  

Lace wanted so badly to pull his clothes back on, and huddle under the blankets, but it hurt too much to move, and little trickles of blood were running down his inner thighs. Instead he cried quietly, until finally he was took away into merciful sleep.

*

The next morning, Lace awoke as he felt himself being lifted into strong arms. He blinked sleepily up at Lexi, who was carrying him out of the tent. It took him a moment to remember his jeans and underwear were still around his knees. He stiffened as he heard whistles and rude comments shouted from other beautiful pale-haired Elves sitting round fires outside their tents. Lace buried his blushing face in his captor’s shoulder, trying to ignore the stares and calls as he was carried through the crowd and down a path towards a clear stream. He was dumped onto his feet next to it, “Clean up, you have ten minutes” Lexi cut the wire binding his wrists and then shoved him into the water so he fell with a loud splash, making the Elves laugh and cheer.

Lace shivered as the cold water drenched him, standing up on shaky legs. Lexi rested on the ground, face tilted towards the dim sky, a slither of sunlight sparkling on his blonde head. “Get undressed, I want to see your body” Lexi commanded. Lace slowly stripped out of his wet clothes, throwing them on land as he knelt in the water to wash his hair and skin. Even with everything happening right then, he wished he had some soap.

He could feel the eyes of most of the camp gazing at him as he bathed, and it made his hands shake with nerves, trying to be as quick as possible. When he was finished he hurried out of the water, heading for his clothes, but Lexi grabbed hold of his arm, yanking him close and leaning down to run his lips across Lace’s soft, moist skin on his bare shoulder.

“I would take you again, but I don’t want to damage my new pretty toy too much, just yet” he murmured, hands running up and down Lace’s small waist. He then pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around Lace’s shivering body. “Leave your clothes, I’ll give you better ones”. He then dragged Lace back up the path to the camping ground.

“Let’s get packed up and move on, never  know when those slimy bastards will turn up” Lexi called, and everyone got to their feet in an instant to begin packing away the tents. Lace watched in a daze as Lexi’s writing desk and chair were carried into a large wooden carriage, two huge horses waiting to pull it along. He was then pulled over to a small, more elegant carriage, lined with red silk inside. Lexi sat beside him, and as soon as the door was shut and they were moving forwards, he slid a hand up under the cloak covering Lace’s bare form, groping him roughly. “If your good, I’ll give you a reward. Now, get on your knees and use that pretty little mouth of yours” Lexi growled.

Lace slid onto the floor of the carriage, watching with sad, hooded eyes as Lexi pulled down his trousers, revealing his long hardness. Lace leaned closer, closing his eyes and trying to put his mind in another world, imagining he was about to give James a blowjob. Once he had that image in his mind, he found he wasn’t as nervous, and he darted out a tongue to taste Lexi’s member, licking the tip for a while before sucking on it gently. Lexi moaned, head lolling back as his hands buried in Lace’s damp hair, urging him on.

He almost gagged when he slid his mouth along the hard shaft and Lexi pushed him down further, making the image of James waver as panic spiked through him. Lexi didn’t seem to notice him gagging as he thrust forwards with desperate pleasure.

When Lexi came in his mouth, Lace swallowed all that he could and pulled away to cough and gasp for breath, pearly whiteness trickling out the corner of his lips. Lexi pulled him up onto his lap, making him straddle his legs. He licked the trail off Lace’s chin and then reached down to stroke Lace’s member into hardness, “You’ve been such a good boy” he whispered in Lace’s ear, as the small teen moaned and pressed against him, despite his feelings of revulsion at being touched by the man. The pleasure soon consumed him and he couldn’t help but rock his hips against Lexi’s hand, crying out when he came.

“So beautiful” Lexi murmured, looking up at Lace’s flushed face as he panted for breath. He then deposited him back on the seat next to him, righting his clothes as Lace snuggled beneath the cloak and fell asleep against the soft-cushioned seat.