Blood Vane
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
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Category:
Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
27
Views:
10,507
Reviews:
123
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter one
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Chapter one:
His honor, Judge Royal A. Pope sat scowling down at the small, effeminate boy currently standing accused before his bench.
The defendant was small and wiry with longish platinum hair that was already beginning to show a darker blond at the roots and smudges of black eyeliner announcing the tear tracks down his thin face. His jeans and the button down shirt he had tied as a halter did very little to hide the fact that he was emaciated and several small scars stood out in stark relief against the smooth young skin of his chest.
You could tell at a glance that the boy was terrified. This was his first major offense and he looked like he might burst into tears or faint at the slightest provocation. Royal Pope was a large imposing man with a deep and commanding voice even when not doing his job. Add in the elevated height so he could glare down at suspects with accusing black as soot eyes, plus the obvious muscle behind the booming voice and you often had a truly terrifying sight if you were a criminal.
At the moment though, he really wasn’t trying to be terrifying. This was a sad case to be sure, so young, so very young.
“Do you have anything to say in your defense young man?” Judge Pope rumbled as gently as he could.
The boy glanced up for one second and Royal caught his first real look of the boy since he had been lead in. Small and blond, delicate features, long eyelashes surrounding watery blue eyes and a soft girly looking mouth. Royal very nearly groaned at the sight. This boy wouldn’t last ten minutes in a prison, even if it was juvenile.
The boy shook his head no and then immediately dropped his head again so that Royal was left speaking to the top of his head.
“Seth Crowley Edwards,” The judge pronounced grimly, “ You are then hereby found guilty of the charges of soliciting to prostitute and possession of a controlled substance.”
The boy had managed to look up at him again as he spoke but now all the blood had fled his face leaving it a ghostly white and he was swaying on his feet as he stiffened in preparation of his sentence.
“It is also noted in your record that you are a runaway, is that true?” Royals lips twisted in disgust as he asked. Not at the boy, no. It was just that running away had been only one of quite a few things noted in this young mans record.
The boy nodded yes silently, still trying to stare a hole through the floor.
Royal actually felt an almost physical stab to his heart with the pity that was flooding over him for this child whore. He chewed his lip for a moment before pronouncing the rest of the sentence.
“However,” The judge spoke lower and in a kinder tone now, “ having reviewed this case, I find that there were “extenuating circumstances” which brought the defendant to his current situation through no fault of his own and am keeping this in mind for sentencing.”
Royal rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It was far from a perfect solution, the place did have a nasty reputation but given the situation there was very little else he could do for the boy and it would still be a million times better than sending him to prison to be raped and abused constantly because of his feminine looks wouldn’t it?
He allowed his eyes to wander over the young man still shaking violently in front of him again. Its not like he would be better off at home, he assured himself dismally.
“ You are herby sentenced to the Hillbern A. Boot facility for wayward boys, until you are eighteen years of age, pending a show of good behavior at that time.” he banged his gavel hard as the delicate sixteen year old boy in front of him slowly crumpled to the floor.
TBC....
Chapter one:
His honor, Judge Royal A. Pope sat scowling down at the small, effeminate boy currently standing accused before his bench.
The defendant was small and wiry with longish platinum hair that was already beginning to show a darker blond at the roots and smudges of black eyeliner announcing the tear tracks down his thin face. His jeans and the button down shirt he had tied as a halter did very little to hide the fact that he was emaciated and several small scars stood out in stark relief against the smooth young skin of his chest.
You could tell at a glance that the boy was terrified. This was his first major offense and he looked like he might burst into tears or faint at the slightest provocation. Royal Pope was a large imposing man with a deep and commanding voice even when not doing his job. Add in the elevated height so he could glare down at suspects with accusing black as soot eyes, plus the obvious muscle behind the booming voice and you often had a truly terrifying sight if you were a criminal.
At the moment though, he really wasn’t trying to be terrifying. This was a sad case to be sure, so young, so very young.
“Do you have anything to say in your defense young man?” Judge Pope rumbled as gently as he could.
The boy glanced up for one second and Royal caught his first real look of the boy since he had been lead in. Small and blond, delicate features, long eyelashes surrounding watery blue eyes and a soft girly looking mouth. Royal very nearly groaned at the sight. This boy wouldn’t last ten minutes in a prison, even if it was juvenile.
The boy shook his head no and then immediately dropped his head again so that Royal was left speaking to the top of his head.
“Seth Crowley Edwards,” The judge pronounced grimly, “ You are then hereby found guilty of the charges of soliciting to prostitute and possession of a controlled substance.”
The boy had managed to look up at him again as he spoke but now all the blood had fled his face leaving it a ghostly white and he was swaying on his feet as he stiffened in preparation of his sentence.
“It is also noted in your record that you are a runaway, is that true?” Royals lips twisted in disgust as he asked. Not at the boy, no. It was just that running away had been only one of quite a few things noted in this young mans record.
The boy nodded yes silently, still trying to stare a hole through the floor.
Royal actually felt an almost physical stab to his heart with the pity that was flooding over him for this child whore. He chewed his lip for a moment before pronouncing the rest of the sentence.
“However,” The judge spoke lower and in a kinder tone now, “ having reviewed this case, I find that there were “extenuating circumstances” which brought the defendant to his current situation through no fault of his own and am keeping this in mind for sentencing.”
Royal rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It was far from a perfect solution, the place did have a nasty reputation but given the situation there was very little else he could do for the boy and it would still be a million times better than sending him to prison to be raped and abused constantly because of his feminine looks wouldn’t it?
He allowed his eyes to wander over the young man still shaking violently in front of him again. Its not like he would be better off at home, he assured himself dismally.
“ You are herby sentenced to the Hillbern A. Boot facility for wayward boys, until you are eighteen years of age, pending a show of good behavior at that time.” he banged his gavel hard as the delicate sixteen year old boy in front of him slowly crumpled to the floor.
TBC....