Possession

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Vesperian let out a sigh as he began to remove his shirt. Peeking in the hall, he waved over the attendant there. “Please have Connor escorted to my rooms for the evening.” Ducking back into his room, Vesperian stopped in his side room to examine the documents from the past two days. The first morning he’d visited with Commander Lee and that afternoon he’d spend with Commander Hein. The two of his subordinates discussed the ordered given in the siege of the northlands with haunted eyes. That evening was filled with visits to several of the heavy labor camps and farming lands on the edges of the capitol. Visiting the growing children and resisters from Kirotikri gave him quiet the picture of what happened during and after the raids. The meeting with Leader Tiananmen capped a two day trial of his patience.

The shower ran cold for a movement before warm water cascaded down. Taking a long look into the mirror, Darius sighed at the stubble covering his chin before entering the shower.

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Connor yawned as the groomer flitted about, playing with his hair and grumbling in low, angry tones.

“Take off those pants now.” The groomer flipped through the wardrobe for a robe to present Connor in.

Connor pulled the ties loose and jumped when hands began to run down his body. “What the hell?”

“Stop using such harsh language. It’s a wonder Vesperian doesn’t have you whipped.” The groomer moved around his body, occasionally adding more cold lotion to his hand, “It you would pay attention to your skin I wouldn’t have to do this for you.”

A yawn escaped Connor’s lips as he ignored the complaints. He jumped again as cold hands quickly passed over his soft length and balls. “Hands off.” Connor pushed the groomer back.

“Yes, I know Vesperian prepares you himself.” The groomer misunderstood and pushed a sleeve over Connor’s shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, Connor caught the smirk on the lips of one of his ‘keepers’.

The groomer yanked his head straight forward to apply the make-up to his face.

Connor smiled at the keeper’s mistake. The rest of preparations, Connor made it a point to piss of that keeper as much as possible. He followed the groomer down the corridor to the large chambers of General Vesperian. At the last step in the door, he stalled making an effort not to oblige the hand on his back.

“Move, you stupid whore.” The keeper hissed.

“No.”

A hand clamped down on his arm and Connor delighted in the bruises it would leave.

“Now you insolent pet.”

“Connor, Get in here.” Darius ordered

“Yes, Master. It was Connot’s turn to smirk as he walked demurely into the room.

“I trust you will control your temper when handling my things in the future.”

The keeper burned and nodded “Yes, General Vesperian.” The red faced keeper bowed and exited.

“Don’t think I’m falling for that nonsense at the door.” Vesperian sighted, turning his bare back to Connor. “I’m not going to short you a keeper over your games.”

“Why am I here?”

“I haven’t sated myself in two days, your services are needed. “Vesperian disappeared into the bathroom. “Or they would be if I used you as expected.” Vesperian returned in a pair of soft cotton pants, his towel abandoned. “Go ahead and use the bathroom. I’m sure you’ll be more comfortable without the makeup.”

Connor moved to the bathroom to wipe away the layers of powders and creams applied to his face. The glittery specs of powder clung to his entire body, something mixed in with the lotion.

He returned to the common room to find Vesperian leaning over a stack of paperwork and drinking from a glass of brandy. “Sit down Connor.”

Connor made it a point to avoid the offered spot and sit in the chair opposite of Vesperian.

“I’m in no mood for this behavior tonight.”

“Free me and you’ll never deal with it again.”

“No.” Vesperian scolded Connor.

“We both know I’ll escape sooner or later.”

“You run and I’ll catch you. You’ll be punished.” Vesperian rubbed his eyes. “I didn’t bring you here to argue.”

“No you brought me here to continue this little charade.”

Vesperian bolted from his seat and pinned Connor where he sat. “Be careful Connor. Maintaining my distance is for your sake and not mine. I could chain you down and fuck you until you bled and no one would blink twice.”

“Get off me.” Connor ground out.

“Worse than that, I would make you want it. I would make you beg for it.” Vesperian leaned in close and ghosted his lips over Connor’s. When Connor lunged forward, Vesperian used the momentum to spin Connor around.

Connor kicked and struggle, succeeding only in winding up bent over the back of the plush chair with Vesperian pressed up against him.

“You’re hard.” Vesperian stated.

“No.” A hared palm passed against his cock and he gasped.

“Yes, You are.” Vesperian chuckled, “You get off on being held down. You like struggling only to be caught and conquered.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

A groan escaped Connor when the hand on his arm tightened.

“I can tie you up Connor. I could let you fight and all the while hold you down as easily as I am right now.”

Connor struggled anew and groaned as teeth sank into his shoulder.

“That’s it, Conor. Give in.”

“You’re enjoying this you sick fuck.”

“A hard, fit body under me. Of course I’m enjoying it. Makes it better knowing that you’re just as dangerous as I am.” Vesperian purred into Connor’s ear.

Opening his mouth to protest, a low groan escaped as the hand on his cock gripped him in a tight massage.

A groan of sympathy passed through Darius’s lips before he yanked Connor’s head back with a firm grip in his hair. He took the opportunity to appreciate the blushing heat of passion staining Connor’s cheeks and neck. “Don’t push me, Connor.” Vesperian forced himself to release Connor from his grip. “I brought you here to discuss Kirotikri.”

Mention of his previous life sobered Connor completely. He’s been through torture; they’d tied him up; they’d broken limbs and never once had he gotten aroused while they did so.

“Don’t push this any further Connor. If you attack me again, I’m going to make it clear who is Master.” Vesperian took a long drink from his glass. Connor stood in from of him with clenched fists and a tightly set jaw. “I did a little research into the battle there.”

Conner turned his back to Vesperian, determined not to let the other man get to him.

With one raise eyebrow, Darius continued, “Officially the village was turned over peacefully and the inhabitants fled before the battle even started.”

The sharp stare from Connor seeped through his guard.

“Unofficially, Kirotikri was specifically chosen to be burnt to the ground along with six other villages in that campaign.”

“So you did plan it.”

“No. My plans were the official ones. Burning villages only served to create more insurgents, not scare them away.” Locking eyes with Connor he continued. “There were few casualties.”

“Fuck you.”

“Only 30 died in the raid.”

“Fuck you. We all died the day you took our freedom.”

“All the inhabitants have been cared for.”

“Sold you mean. Sold into labor and the five of us that led the resistance were tortured and put through hours and weeks of interrogation.”

“Only five of you were questioned.”

“That makes it better? How many children were beaten or raped after that night? How many sleep on cold floors and eat once a day?” Connor accused. “To you Banpo scum a child’s freedom means nothing. It’s a matter of cheap service to you.”

“I’ve had enough of your self-righteous nonsense.” Darius sighted. “You may as well accept who you are and your new position. It makes no sense to fight something you can’t really stop. I highly doubt that anyone would be so difficult about something so small. It is not as if all Masters are cruel. Most are good people. You work just as you would as free people, but we house you, feed you, cloth you. In the northlands you would be free, yes. Free to starve, to die; free to freeze in the cold of winter. It is a fair trade, your freedom for your life.”

Connor hauled back one strong muscled fit and punched him in the face. There was a scuffled for space and leverage between flying fists. With anger and rage pumping through his veins, Connor overpowered the equally built man and the two fell to the rug grasping for leverage. “You think slavery is fun. Let’s see how you… agh.” Connor took a well jabbed elbow to the ribs. “like it.” He ripped the cotton tie from Darius’s pants in one sharp tug.

Darius knew where this was heading and managed to pull himself a few feet from the heavy body over his own before a well tied loop slipped over his hand and yanked his wrist back from under him.

“Go ahead and scream for help Vesperian. They will not take me alive again. I won’t let them.” Growling out his words, Connor yanked back Darius’s second hand. “Let’s see how you enjoy losing your freedom.” Connor pulled Darius’s pants down, sitting on the writhing body of Vesperian. He bound Darius’s feet together and stood, watching the able body roll over.

Vesperian struggled with his bonds.

Years in captivity taught Connor well in the ways of bondage. “Time to show you what those young woman and children suffered. I’d kill you, but we both know there would be no escape after that.”

“Go ahead.” Vesperian smirked. “I Don’t you leave half the honor you claim.”

A sharp pull of Vesperian’s hair bared a tan throat. “I’d be very careful with what you say.” Connor pulle dVesperian’s face into his crotch. “Go ahead and kiss it.”

Vesperian didn’t move.

Connor ground his hips into Vesperian’s face. The robe around his body parted easily and he looked down at the blue eyes staring up at him expressionlessly. No pleas or fear lay in those eyes. He stroked himself, trying to make his limp length harden for his task. Closing his eyes he’d remembered all the cries and screams he’d heard that first night of capture. The voices of women he knew crying out for help. He dropped his hand and glared down at the head at his pelvis. “You’re lucky I’m not as disgusting as you Banpo.”

“Or you’d do what.” Darius smirked.

Connor released the silken, black locks in his hand. “It’s better than you deserve.” He took a step back and stared down with an open mouthed gape.

Vesperian smirked up at him before licking another stripe up his cock.

Jerking backward, firm hands prevented Connor from moving away. All thought left him quickly and faintly he wondered how long Vesperian had been free.

“If you wanted a blow job you should have asked. Next time let me in on the game before hand.” Vesperian grinned and tongued the tip of Connor’s now thickening cock.

“Stop.” Connor pulled back again and Vesperian stood after him.

Catchin up to Connor, Darius shoved him back onto the couch. He immediately descended on his prey, pressing his lips hard against Connor’s. “Fuck me if you want.” It was a hard demand that flowed in his words as he pressed himself against the line of Connor’s rigid body. “you have my permission to be as rough as you want, slave.” Vesperian yanked Connor’s lips back to his. He groaned at the hard press of fingers at his hips.

Connor shoved Darius back, wiping his mouth of the traitorous kiss. “Stay the hell away from me.”

“Make me.”

Connor stalked away from him. “Fucking Banpo are insane.” He cried out in shock as he collided with the wall.

“Or maybe that’s not the relief you need, pet.” Vesperian growled into his ear before nipping at the lobe. “Maybe it’s you that needs to be taken.”

Connor flattened his palms against the wall and pushed; Vesperian pulled them out from the wall and slammed his chest into Connor’s back.

“Stay still”

A questing hand found Connor’s, now hard, length.

“I thought so,” Darius chuckled.

Connor kicked at Darius’s shins before Darius pressed a hard thigh between Connor’s and kicked his feet apart. Struggling again, Connor slammed his head back and missed. A rough grip in his hair ended the rebellion.

“I said stay still.” Darius roughy gripped Connor’s dick. “That’s a good slave, get hard for your Master.”

Connor groaned and the hand in his hair tightened further.

“You’re hard and leaking.” Darius laughed in Connor’s ear. “You’re enjoying my hand on your dick. It’s perverted.”

“Let go.”

“No, you’re enjoying it. You want to be held down.”

“Fuck you!” Connor released his hands were free just as Darius slammed his head into the wall.

“Maybe I should take some well placed advice and spank you.”

Lust bolted through Connor’s veins and poured into his groin.

“Or maybe that’s too soft for you. A caning perhaps?” The heat in Darius’s hand grew harder. “You like that idea.”

“Get off me.”

“Not until I get what I want first, pet. You’re Master’s wishes come before yours.” Vesperian leered and pumped Connor harder.

A harsh groan escaped Connor’s lips.

“The next time you talk back to me, I’m going to make you regret it.” Vesperian whispered. “Now come for me, Connor. Show us both who owns you.”

Connor’s fingers grasped for purchase against Vesperian’s.

In one large hand, Vesperian captured both of Connor’s wrists and squeezed them hard over Connor’s head.

Connor cried out in pain.

“Go ahead and scream, Connor. You’re file said you never screamed. I’m glad I could be your first.” Vesperian mocked.

Connor gasped and grunted in pain and pleasure. He endured torture and made not a sound, but he couldn’t stop noises from flowing from his lips. Orgasm plowed through him.

“Let it out. Go on Connor. Give me all of it.” Vesperian’s hand didn’t stop moving until he’d milked the last of Connor’s orgasm from the arched body.

Connor let out one long shaky breath and collapsed into dead weight.

“Woah there.” Darius shouldered Connor’s weight, leading the other man to the bed. The sticky release in his hand washed away easily. He returned to the bedside and ran his fingers through Connor’s hair.

Connor flinched but didn’t say anything.

“I’m proud of you, pet. You gave me what I wanted and were beautiful as you came in my hand.”

Connor’s lips parted to say something but a finger pressed to them and Connor fought to find words.

“Sleep, Connor. We’ll talk in the morning.” Darius cooed and placed a kiss to Connor’s lips out of habit to his lovers.

Connor didn’t say anything as Darius headed away from him. His body was suddenly dragging him into sleep.

Watching his pet from the doorway to the side room, Darius shook his head and turned to the pile of work awaiting him.


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R&R please.

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Jeazard: Mikhael's had is share of 'real' lovers the last few scandals have kept him from using that outlet again. Mikhael is very confused both about his own feelings for Selix and how to deal with Selix's clear interest in him. Can't blame the poo boy, I'm a little surprised too.

Kylee; I'm glad to make your fourth of July a spectacular one. Seduction always make holidays better.

Lambent: I'm really flattered with how much you've thougth about Mikhael's thought process. You're right about Mikhael's decisions coming from the gut. I really wanted to tell the story of a reluctant Master, but I didn't want to neglect the more likely truth of the war going on in Banpo, which is that there are real casulties and atrocities going on. Connor is a heaping dose of reality over the decadence of Banpo Elite life, but Selix is the epitome of those that adapt to the wonderful parts of the Banpo Empire. There was a lot of story to tell and these four men are packed full of it.

Takumi: You'e wish is my command. I'm really glad that you're only guessing th subject of the chapters and not the plot or I'd be in trouble.

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Saminada: Connor and his Maser definitely dominated this chapter, though I'm left feeling more confused than relieved at where we've ended things this time.

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