Possession

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Connor fought as hard and effectively as any one man can against three. As much as he flailed, kicked and bit they ultimately carried him toward the Vesperian Estate with ease. After launching every insult he could think of, they gagged him and continued on their way. No one on the street paid much attention to the scene. He wasn’t the first to disobey orders and he wouldn’t be the last. The cold tile against Connor’s now bare feet almost felt comforting against the heat of his skin and temper.

The rope in Vesperian’s hand felt coarser than he liked but it would do and struggling against it would be deterred by the tougher threads. The off white tone of the rope appeared white next to the deep tan of Connor’s skin, making the later glow in sun kissed rays. With a hand between Connor’s shoulders, Darius forced Connor forward until his shins collided with the raised platform.

The momentary struggle didn’t really mean much. Connor ground his teeth together against the cloth gag between them. He rolled his shoulders back uncomfortably as Vesperian pulled the rope down to tie his ankles to his wrists. A groan escaped his lips as Vesperian wretched his arms another few inches back, forcing his spine to reflexively arch.

“I hope that you’re comfortable.” Darius smirked, “I want you to be certain of every word spoken tonight, because tonight will be the last time you and I are going to speak like this.”

A noise something akin to a snort or scoff accompanied a roll of Connor’s eyes and a swift smack cut the look in half.

“I made a grave mistake in treating you above your station. I assumed that as a man of the resistant forces you had a basic understanding of strategy and self respect. I no longer assume that about your training. Since no trainer will take you on, I am determined to train you to standards.”

Connor let out a loud bored breath and another smack came down.

“Anything else you’d like to say?”

Connor glared at Vesperian.

Another smack, “Now be a good boy and wait quietly while I go and make arrangements for your education.” Vesperian’s boots made a harsh beat as they exited the room.

. . .

“You would like what of me, General Vesperian?” Selix met the other man’s eyes only to bow them again instinctively.

“I would like a private trainer to come in and teach Connor but I’m afraid he’ll meet extra attention.” Vesperian smiled. “I was hoping to convince you to help in his training.”

“I’m afraid you’ll need to discuss the matter with Master Vesperian.”

“I spoke with him; he asked that I defer to your decision.”

“I’m glad to help you but I’m not sure I can offer much by way of mentoring.” Selix bowed his head. “I’m not even sure that whoever you hire will want my help. Most trainers are very specific about their protocol. A trainer won’t want another pet’s training to contradict his own. I don’t have much to offer Connor that a trainer can’t teach him.”

Heavy unspoken words hung in the air.

“I’d be more than pleased to have your assistance. Your own training has yielded beautiful results. You were first in your class. I will be certain that the Trainer will accept your help. I think Connor would benefit from as much help as possible.”

Disgust rolled in Selix’s stomach but he smiled prettily and bowed again. “Thank you. I will help whenever I can, as long as I’m not serving Master Vesperian during Connor’s training.”

“I understand completely, Selix. I also ask that you spare no discipline. He will need a firm hand and a sharper eye.”

“Yes, General Vesperian.” Selix bowed.

. . .

Connor stretched back into his bonds only to find the knots hold with or without tension between the bonds. Pulling the rope tighter just bit into his skin. He attempted to bend far enough back to reach the knot under his ankles but couldn’t rotate his wrists around his feet far enough to reach the knot work that traveled back up to tie his thighs to his calves. The click of the door signaled the end of his time.

“I see you’ve found my work rather comprehensive.”

Connor glared.

Vesperian smacked him.

The most infuriating part of being smacked wasn’t the actual physical pain of being smacked but the insult of being hit so succinctly with the sole intention of degradation. “I think I’ve had quite enough of those looks Connor. You’re going to get tired of glaring at me long before I tire of hitting you. Or maybe you’re enjoying this.” Vesperian smirked.

Connor glared.

Vesperian smacked him. “Done?”

Connor kept his eyes forward.

“Good boy.” Vesperian raised Connor’s face to his own.” Now I’m going to teach you the principles of being a pet.” Vesperian reached down and caressed the line of Connor’s chest. “Do you have any idea how tempting you actually are, Connor? Typically the military class looks for smooth curves and gentle touches. That’s not my preference.” Vesperian roughly grabbed Connor and began to massage his bare cock to life. “I don’t think it’s your either.”

Connor’s jaw tightened as he stifled a surprised groan in his chest. He glared at Vesperian.

Darius smiled and slapped Connor across the face. “It’s amazing how you’re still hard after that.”

Connor’s shoulder ached as he reflexively moved to push away from those questing fingers.

“No Connor. Your pleasure and your pain belong to me. At the moment, I want both.”

Connor shook his head and pulled back from the warm palm.

“None of that.” A sharp slap followed the calm words. “You’re hard for me. Good boy.” Darius released Connor’s length as soon as it was clear Connor wasn’t struggling. “Are you hungry?”

Connor kept his face blank and his eyes forward. He knew a trap when he heard one. The click of the opening door preceded the click shut and the patient return of Darius into his view. The tray was heavy with food that smelt of rich butter and fresh spices.

“Let’s move someplace more comfortable.”

For a moment, Connor thought he might be able to find the time to get away, but Darius quickly tied Connor’s legs in new rope before releasing the old bonds.

Keeping a close eye on Connor, Darius quickly stretched out Connor’s legs and secured them to the floor.

In this new position with his arms stretched over his head and his legs pulled straight, Connor felt even more vulnerable; especially when fingers began to run up and down his arms and over his shoulders before moving to his waist.

“Close your eyes Connor.”

Something about the soft tone of voice and the gentle stroking against his skin made his eyes close and his mind ignore the order.

“Good boy.”

Connor’s eyes snapped open and up into Darius’s.

“I said close your eyes, Connor.”

A glare, saying ‘fuck you’ as clearly as words, answered.

A quick thunk on the head only deepened the look. “You know better than to behave like this.” Vesperian stepped away from Connor. “Obey me and you’ll get to share this wonderful meal. Ignore me and you’ll be punished and go without.”

Connor’s glare didn’t end.

“Very well.”

The tap of boots rolled into the creak of a cabinet door before the swift tip of a cane slapped across his stretched, exposed stomach.

“I’ve had enough of these pants haven’t you?”

The cold edge of a blade against his hip was the only precursor to the shredding of fabric that pulled his gaze downward. The cool air pushed against the warm flesh now left open to the cold. Connor remained still even as the blade flattened against his stomach, making the muscles hiccup against the cold.

“One last chance. Close your eyes.”

Connor locked eyes with Vesperian, ignoring the click Darius made in the back of his throat.

“Fine then.” Darius worked Connor stiff even as Connor thrashed in his bondage. Darius waited patiently, squeezing and playing with him.

Connor pinned him with his eyes and was rewarded with a sharp slap across his stomach. He doubled over attempting to hide his stomach but failed against the next whack of the cane and the one after that as well.

Darius watched the thick red lines glow against the tan of Connor’s skin. He swallowed back the heavy taste of arousal creeping across his tongue. Another two strokes and he shifted his pants to give room to his growing ardor. He drew his fingers up the growing swell of welts to the firm untainted muscle of Connor’s shoulder, which now bared the full weight of his body as his leg slid against the frictionless floor on sheen of sweat.

Connor was almost too distracted keeping his delicate balance, which he nearly missed the cloth being pulled from between his teeth just as the cane came down across his chest. The blow left his body swinging until he tightened his abs and steadied himself slowly. “Sick bastard.”

“So are you, pet.” Darius stroked one hand down Connor’s still erect length.

Connor growled as his hips pressed involuntarily into the grip.

“Good boy.”

“Let go.” Connor grunted as a well aimed strike caught him in the upper thigh.

“Your cock jumped in my hand just now.” Darius smirked.

“Shut-unh” Connor bucked up as Darius took the opportunity to stroke him while hitting him with the length of the switch. A sharp hiss echoed the stroke. A rim grip on his balls made Connor moan openly, the touch so gentle in comparison to the rough hand job.

Vesperian stared at the long line of the body in front of him. The pale line of the rope around Connor’s wrists and ankles made Vesperian’s stomach clench unexpectedly. His mouth dove against Connor’s and met in a hungry kiss that left Connor completely weak.

A desperate moan boiled up in Connor’s throat before pouring into Vesperian’s mouth. A swift slap at the inner thigh made Connor slam his hips forward seeking the tight grip that disappeared as soon as he knew he wanted it.

“By Banpo that’s sexy.” Vesperian groaned as Connor’s head fell back between his shoulders and his hips pushed forward into Darius’s open palm.

A pained noise escaped Connor’s clenched teeth.

Connor’s frustrated growl didn’t escape Vesperian as the younger man thrust against the open palm of his hand, desperate for more pressure against the sensitive head of his cock.

Darius smirked as the slick precum smeared against his hand before he pulled away completely. “You finish when I say you do.”

Connor clenched his eyes and whimpered in frustration. “Fuck you.’ The hoarse reply caught in his throat leaving it sounding tight and bitter.

“Close your eyes.”

Connor gritted his teeth and shut his eyes.

“Good boy.” Vesperian ghosted his hand down Connor’s chest and delighted in the trail of goose bumps that followed behind.

Connor shivered under the gentle caress and the sudden firm grip around his dick made him gasp.

“Open your mouth.”

Connor groaned as something warm traced against his lips. He took a breath and opened his mouth. The warm, tender meat lay against his tongue. Immediately his lips closed around the fingers in his mouth as they slid out after placing the treat. The rich flavor fell over his tongue as the meat fell apart against his palette.

The firm grip moved up and down the achy flesh jutting up from between his legs in such a way that Connor swallowed to avoid choking.

“Good boy.” Another chunk pressed against his lips and Connor immediately opened to accept the offer, his stomach clenched in hunger and in pleasure.

“Good boy. Are you ready to come?”

Connor nodded as he swallowed the mushy warmth of the potato.

Vesperian gorged himself on the site of the plains of muscle and the subtle submission of Connor’s prone figure. Feeling the occasional flick of a tongue across his fingertips as he fed Connor his meal left him aching and shifting to relieve his own needs. “Open your eyes.”

The brilliant blue flashed open, glazed with pleasure and deep with passion.

The soft kiss, barely a press of lips, surprised both men.

The constant pressure and glide of Vesperian’s hand brought a few more pleasured moans before Connor felt his control snap and his orgasm overtake his senses.

Vesperian took deep calming breaths as he watched the pale slick spurts shoots up Connor’s chest. The body slumped in the ropes. He took his time releasing the tight rope on Connor’s wrists. His fingers pressed into the red marks on Connor’s wrists and they both basked in pleasure.

Free of his bondage for a brief moment, Connor let himself fall back against Vesperian; his sore abs ached with freedom.

Vesperian found himself staring up toward the blue eyes of his slave.

“You think one orgasm is going to make me a perfect little pet?” Connor shoved a hand into Vesperian’s pants. “You get off on it. The idea that you can force me to come like it’s some brand of ownership on my ass.” Connor’s grip on Vesperian’s wrists wasn’t vicious. “I came for you, now you’re going to come for me.” Connor pumped the member in swift rough pulls that had Vesperian groaning and spilling over Connor’s hand and into his own pants.

Vesperian buried a hand in Connor’s hair and pulled him down into another hungry kiss. “Enough play, pet. I have work to get to.”

Connor raised an eyebrow onto to be pulled down and spun around with an efficiency he hadn’t quite predicted in the afterglow of orgasm. Connor pulled away only to be shoved forward against cold tile.

“Don’t tempt me, pet. I don’t think you want to follow through with the rest of my plans yet.” Vesperian pressed a kiss into Connor’s shoulder. “Thank you for the service, pet. Be a good boy.”

Connor glared as Vesperian left the room but something about the cum slicking his chest prevented him from putting any real venom in it.

. . .

I’m pleased to see one of my former students in such a prominent household. “The trainer known as Maril Clientina, smiled broadly.

“Thank you Trainer Clientina.” Selix bowed low to the floor; his wide sleeves brushed the marble at his feet.

“I was pleased to hear that you were available to train Connor.” Darius continued the conversation, aware that Mikhael might venture in and be upset by the display.

“Not at all, General Vesperian. It was an honor to receive the opportunity.”

“I’m sure you’ve hear quite a bit about my slave.”

“I reserve judgment until I’ve met a slave; I’ve yet to meet one that I could not train affectively.”

“We will see,” General Vesperian motioned to the door of the brand new training studio.

“Selix took a gentile seat at the central table of study.”

“Even after so long, I’m pleased to see you still remember protocol.” The trainer petted Selix’s head and Selix reflexively tipped his head into the motion.

Mikhael entered the room and his eyes immediately found the point of contact between Clientina and Selix. “Excuse my late entrance.”

In accordance with ceremony, Selix stood and crossed to Mikhael before executing a deep flourished bow. The act was graceful efficient, the peak of a pets conscious and natural presentation. “Good afternoon, Master Vesperian. How might I serve you?”

“Stand up.” While Mikhael saw the beauty in Selix’s movements he tasted falsehood.

Selix nodded and stood.

“Commander Vesperian.” Clientina offered his hand and received a curt and firm handshake in response.

“Yes.”

“You have one of the best and brightest pets I’ve ever trained.” Clientina petted Selix’s hair once more, Selix bowed his head properly. “When I heard he’s previous owner died and was selling him I was shocked. Thought I might pick him up for myself only to find he’d already been snatched.”

“Selix is indeed an extraordinary pet. He was a gift.” Mikhael kept his eyes forward and his focus at the task at hand.

The word gift cut through Selix like a knife. He no longer lived the life or fulfilled the role of a pet; he served as a slave only. Every lesson he assisted would be a sharp reminder of his failure.

“Ah Connor has arrived.” General Vesperian motioned to the dressed pet, led by the two bodyguards.

“Is hi intelligent?” Clientina stepped forward to examine the pet further. Connor pulled away from the hand that pushed his chin up.

“He’s certainly stubborn enough.” The trainer pulled open Connor’s pants.

Connor pushed forward, trapping Connor between the guards and pulled Connor out of his pants. “He’s well endowed but clearly doesn’t realize he belong to someone else. Good musculature.”

A thumb lodged in Connor’s jaw forcing it open painfully.

“He has decent hygiene and all of his teeth for a mutt breed. He’ll be beautiful when trained.” Clientina stepped back again, ignoring Connor’s struggle.

“You’ll train him then?”
“Of course. I can’t resist the urge to have two pets in the Vesperian household.” Clientina smiled. “We should release the pets and speak about contracts and training protocol.”

Darius followed Clientina out of the room.

“I’m sorry, Master Vesperian.” Selix kept his head bowed. “I didn’t wish to shame you by behaving outside my training.”

“There is nothing to explain, Selix. I understand how pets must behave in public even if I don’t approve of it.” Mikhael waved the apology away.

“Will you need my assistance today, Master Vesperian?”

“Not today. Please assist Connor in his training.”

“Yes, Master Vesperian.” Selix nodded and the second Vesperian brother left the room.

Selix turned back to the struggling and disgruntled pet. “Hold still so I can cover you up.” Tucking Connor back into his pants, Selix gave Connor the only dignity he would be allowed during his training. Modesty is not one of the models that Trainer Clientina used. His nimble fingers made quick work of the buttoned shirt. “Just be what he wants you to be. There is nowhere else to go and nothing else to do.” Selix whispered as he folded Connor’s collar.

“I belong to no one. I am a man not a toy.”

“Then be the man they want you to be. General Vesperian wants you. Don’t you see the power in being what he wants you to be?”

“You have no power, that’s want Vesperian wants of you.”

“Yes, but what General Vesperian wants of you is different. He will give you everything you want. Give in.”

“He won’t give me freedom.”

“He could give you enough freedom that you’d never know the difference without reaching up and touching the collar around your neck. He’ll give you happiness. You’ll never miss what little freedom you won’t ever have again regardless of your position. What’s your alternative… hard manual labor? Death?”

“Why do you care?”

“Because you can have what I always wanted. Stop wasting it.”

“He doesn’t want me. He wants the prestige of my submission.”

“There isn’t a difference.”


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