Worn Down

[Well, I guess this is a Christmas present, heh. This chapter is mostly sex and took me way too long to write due to computer issues. Damn machine. Thanks for reading- feedback and suggestions are always appreciated!]


Adren lay there for a long time, his back burning and aching so badly he couldn't think, couldn't speak. He listened to his breathing, hoarse from screaming.

Slowly, thoughts filtered back in. Things he'd said, things he'd promised...

The thoughts stopped filtering and came rushing. He'd sworn. He'd -godsworn- that he'd do as that bastard asked, that he'd let him have his way... how had he been so -stupid-? Promises- even unwilling promising- that were made on the names of the gods had power. He'd be forced to obey that bastard now.

It took Adren several days to recover from the beating- the silent maids treating his wounds with the same impersonal care they'd given him while he was bound. He saw neither hide nor hair of his owner while he lay there, even the most cautious movements causing him to hiss in pain.

It was only when he could sit up and walk a little without pain that Tiric came, watching from the door. Adren saw him and paused in his circuit of the room, scowling.

"Ah, don't look like that, pet. Don't you remember what you promised?" His owner crossed over to the bed, smiling a little.

"How could I forget? -Sir-." Adren managed to make the honorific a term of contempt, but Tiric simply laughed.

"Come here, boy." Tiric gestured, and Adren walked over, his reluctance clear. The older man ran his fingers over Adren's face, smiling a little at the way the boy had to keep from pulling away. "It won't be so bad after a while, lovely."

"So you say." He shuddered as Tiric stroked his bare chest lightly.

"Don't be so stiff, child. This is much better when you relax."

The best Adren could manage was nonresistance, letting Tiric kiss and caress, letting the older man's tongue into his mouth, exploring and tasting, not pulling away from his hand as it ran through his hair. He did stiffen when Tiric pulled him close, his free hand squeezing his ass. He closed his eyes, taking the deepest breaths he could, trying to space out so this could be -over-.

Tiric's fingers were skilled, knowing how to elicit unwilling pleasure from his toys. He took his hand from Adren's hair and wrapped it around the boy's cock, coaxing it to hardness. Adren bit his lip, trying not to moan, and Tiric stroked a nail up his back, the sensitive skin tingling, making him squirm. "There, see, it's not so bad, lovely. Just relax..."

The light touches and strokes were nearly hypnotic and Adren found himself letting go of his tension against his will, leaning into Tiric's hands. He let out a sound when Tiric stopped stroking, but then one of the hands came back, coated with something cool and wet, playing around his entrance. He stiffened and pulled away, but the older man's other arm held him in place. "Stay put, pet."

Adren tightened as a finger pushed its way in, hissing at the pain. "Stop, please?"

"Ah, very polite now, but no. It'll be all right, just relax. It'll hurt less if you relax." Tiric's breath was warm against his earlobe, and his tongue flicked over the shell of his ear lightly, teasingly. Adren tried to relax, taking deep breaths again as Tiric kissed and bit his neck, his finger pushing deeper inside of him. He squirmed in discomfort, concentrating on the other feelings, on Tiric stroking his cock and licking his neck. Nothing else was happening, nothing... another finger pushed in and he bit back a pain-sound

It hurt, it burned while he stretched and stroked in and out, deeper each time. He whined, ashamed of the sound but unable to hold it back anymore, it hurt too much. Tiric's fingers pushed in further, twisting and-

Adren bucked as the fingers hit -something-, something that spent hot spirals up his spine, and he wanted more. Everything more. He clutched at his owner as the pleasure receded, then let go quickly, ashamed of his reaction. But then the fingers hit there again and sparks lit up behind his eye and he pushed onto the fingers eagerly, ignoring the pain so he could feel that place again.

He was relaxing now, so the stretching, searching fingers didn't hurt so much, and every time they hit that spot he relaxed more until he was almost floating. Then they pulled out slowly, and he was almost sad, barely grasping at a wisp of thought that said he should be hating this, and a flush of shame came over him, nudged aside by the feeling of something else at his entrance, something much larger than the fingers had been.

He almost tensed in horror, but Tiric's hand on his shaft twisted and stroked and he melted even as the older man's cock pushed in. It burned even worse as it slowly slid in, feeling like it was splitting him open. The pain overwhelmed how good Tiric's hands felt on his body, burning and throbbing like fire. He felt his owner's body press up behind him, sheathed fully inside him, and leaned back against him, hoping to find some way, some position that would ease the pain.

It eased a bit as Tiric didn't move- except the one hand, still working Adren's cock, slow, sure strokes that had him unwinding again. He let out a sound- not sure whether it was from discomfort or pleasure, and the older man seemed to take it as a signal to move, rocking his hips a little inside him. Each movement set off little sparks, burning unpleasantly, and he squirmed. Tiric chuckled. "Getting better, pet?"

An emphatic head-shake, which only encouraged him, thrusting, an almost gentle motion that nonetheless wrenched unhappy whimpers from Adren. Tiric nibbled his ear and his neck, leaving heat and pleasure behind his mouth. The boy leaned his head to the side, wanting -anything- to distract him from the pain, and Tiric's attentions to that part of his body increased- as did the handjob. Now there was more pleasure than pain and he was moaning and pushing into the hand, the pain of his owner's cock inside him much less.

It didn't take much longer for him to climax, gasping for breath as he shot into the older man's hand, his muscles squeezing his cock. Tiric pushed into his tight body a few more times before biting down on his neck, shooting off hard.

He pulled out slowly, turning Adren around to give him a gentle kiss. "Well done, lovely. You're so very good."

Adren twitched a little, pulling away. "Leave me be. -Gods-, just leave me be."

Tiric pulled one of the boy's hairs out, smiling. "Sorry, darling. I paid good money for you and I -do- intend to get my worth. You'll come around soon enough."

[Next Chapter: A strange ceremony. Is Adren beginning to enjoy his slavery?]