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He is Mine
He is Mine
By
Kiix
Okay, because you begged so nicely, this has moved from a oneshot to something else. What? You may ask. I don't know. If the inspirition keeps in-spire-ing, I'll keep adding chappies.
Mucho thanks for the reviews. (Wow, the Loyal sure get around!) :)
LAUR: Hans was sold to the brothel by his Uncle. As Cedric mentioned, the rest of the boys at the borthel knew why they were sex workers and that they would eventually be freed to go back home with considerable cash. Hans just thought it was punishment for being born out of wedlock.
March 19, 2007
Words 8,500
I walked up to Summers and peered over his shoulder as he watched the monitor. The boy..no, the young man stood off to one side of the huge room and stared out the window. His arms were around his chest loosely. Except for the slight shifting of weight from one leg to the other, he looked like a statute.
“What did he do today, Summers?”
“Good evening Sir. He did exactly what you are seeing. Nothing. I honestly think he is not even really seeing what is outside the window. If the truth be known Sir. I found it easier to watch him when he just sat in the corner and leaned on the wall.”
“You have told him he could explore the grounds.”
“Yes Sir. He doesn’t leave this room. He just…waits.”
I bit back a curse and looked at the black haired man. He still had on the school uniform the instructor had insisted on. “When did the tutor leave?”
“At four o’clock.”
“Why didn’t he change?”
“I didn’t go in and order him to. I really hate bossing him around, Sir.”
“Get him changed. He will eat with me tonight. He needs to be socialized. I did him a disservice isolating him from the rest of the boys. I thought I was being kind… apparently I have been more cruel that I thought I was capable of.”
“Sir, what if he stays like this?”
“I cannot fail him, Summers. All his life he has known betrayal and abandonment from those who are supposed to protect him. I will not be put into that category.”
“Sir, the Teacher left this for you.” Summers handed me a folded piece of paper. I patted his shoulder and left to have a shower. I threw the letter on the bed and stripped off. The day had been long and the endless negotiations with suppliers and service providers for all the sundries of the whoring business had given me a slight headache. Throughout the whole day, though, the raven haired, scarred beauty ran through my thoughts.
Each night, he lay under me or rode me without protest. I learned when he pretended. I would not accept that from him. After the first month, I gave him the option of sleeping alone or with me and I made it clear that with me, meant WITH me. The first time I suspected his faking it. I went back to the brothel and pulled his logs. Each and every encounter was recorded. Eventually if favors were needed, this evidence had a way of making it to the proper people to ensure that those favors were granted. Watching my raven beauty, I learned his facial expressions, his movements, his cries…and they all were artistically acted out. Maybe out of his last year of service there was actually three times, he got swallowed by pleasure, then his reactions were complete devastation and withdrawal. Since that first month, I made sure that Hans was devastated after each encounter. I didn’t need artistic cries of delight. I took his sobbing tears of loss of self into myself.. Yes, I made sure Hans was with me.
If I caught him faking. I stopped and started over again, slower, drawing the acts out even if the wait seemed unbearable. It was glorious to see him succumb to my ministrations. While I pinned him on his back, his knees highly hiked over my forearms as I repeatedly pushed into his heat—there was nothing more desirous than to see the line of his neck as he thrashed his head. His voiced cry of agonized pleasure, sent shivers down my spine. When he rode me, his form was perfection. My palms cupped his hips perfectly. His hair had grown long enough that he tried to hide in it now. That was not permitted. I had him securely tie his hair back when he came to me. I wanted to see his expressions. My raven beauty was worth watching…even if he wasn’t tamed to my hand. He offered pretty obedience, but I wanted true obedience from him. I demanded his total surrender..
And I was getting it. He was withdrawing into himself. Again, not permitted. He was approaching the breaking point and I had informed the staff to watch him. He had tried once. I knew he expected to die the day he came to my house. He welcomed it. I was not losing my raven beauty now I was so close to freeing him.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled my head. Just letting his cool features linger in my mind’s eye made my body react. The towel at my waist tented. I ignored it. I would bury myself in my boy soon enough. I picked up the letter the teacher had left.
I read the contents. Not acceptable. I crumpled the paper in my hand and proceeded to get dressed. My beauty was kneeling just inside the door way to the dining room. Summers caught my eye and shook his head meaning Hans had said nothing which was par for the course. I took my seat at the head of the table then composed myself.
“Hans, come here.”
He rose, elegance personified. He moved to kneel but I point to a chair. He paused then moved and sat down. “How do you find your tutor?”
“Good, Sir.”
Two words.
“How was your lessons today?”
“Good, Sir.”
“Your teacher is quite impressed with you. He feels you have a sharp mind and can probably finish up your schooling in two years. He believes that you are intelligent enough to continue on to college.”
Nothing.
“He feels however, that you are lacking in public speaking. That will be a drawback to your education.” I took my watch off and set it on the table between us. “We will have you start practicing. We will start with a short exercise. Let’s say fifteen minutes. Starting now…tell me about your day, Hans.”
His face flushed crimson. Since he wasn’t in my bedroom his hair was hanging free and he bowed his head to hide in it. Again, not acceptable. “This was not a request, Hans.”
“I got up and took a shower. I ate a little breakfast and waited for the teacher to arrive. We did math and accounting. We had lunch. We worked on English and Composition. The Teacher went home. I did my homework. I watched a squirrel in a tree.” Hans fell silent.
“Twenty seconds. You summed up your entire day in twenty seconds. You still have fourteen minutes and forty seconds left, Hans.”
He bowed his head further.
I pulled the book out from underneath the table and slid it across to him. “Your teacher says you like the classics, especially Shakespeare. If you can only sum up your day so quickly then I want to you read aloud to me.”
“Sir?”
“Again, this is not a request.”
I thought I caught a tremor in his hand as he reached for the book. I watched him carefully as he pulled the book toward him. “Open it anywhere and start to read out loud.. Make the words come alive, Hans.”
It was as the Teacher suspected. Hans leaned over and basically pressed his nose to the printed page to read it. So…the headaches were probably a real thing too. “How long have you been keeping this from me, Hans?” I received no answer. “From the beginning?”
“Yes, Cedric.”
“And the headaches?”
“Yes, Cedric.”
“Stupid, stupid boy. You have one eye left. You need to take extra special care of your vision. I will make arrangements to see a specialist. Now stand up and read out loud. You still have fourteen minutes and forty seconds. Begin.”
He read, his voice was hesitant and low but he responded to prodding. I could tell when he stared getting one of those headaches. It was only about twelve minutes in of intense reading with the book mere inches from his face. He kept reading through the pain. Finally he had to drop the book and hold a hand to his forehead and eye. Summers caught him before he collapsed.
“Take him to my room. I’ll be up shortly after dinner.” Summer helped Hans leave the dining room. I got up and retrieved my book.
Defiance. Even after four years of service and three months in my house, he has the backbone to still brook defiance…over the only thing he thinks he had control of. He was wrong about that. I owned him body and health. If treatable, I was going to get his eye lasered. He was ashamed of his white eye, so I’d allow a patch during the day. He needed muscle tone, so I will design a plan.
He feared me now. I didn’t have to get rough with him. He knew that I could not be played. He knew that I knew when he wasn’t with me during sex. He knew that I would give him pleasure beyond his endurance. He knew his body craved me now and there was nothing he could about it. Ellen came from the kitchen carrying the first course.
Soon I would get him to that point where I could start to remold him into something different. Something better. I snapped my napkin and laid it across my erection. I do this because, he is mine.
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By
Kiix
Okay, because you begged so nicely, this has moved from a oneshot to something else. What? You may ask. I don't know. If the inspirition keeps in-spire-ing, I'll keep adding chappies.
Mucho thanks for the reviews. (Wow, the Loyal sure get around!) :)
LAUR: Hans was sold to the brothel by his Uncle. As Cedric mentioned, the rest of the boys at the borthel knew why they were sex workers and that they would eventually be freed to go back home with considerable cash. Hans just thought it was punishment for being born out of wedlock.
March 19, 2007
Words 8,500
I walked up to Summers and peered over his shoulder as he watched the monitor. The boy..no, the young man stood off to one side of the huge room and stared out the window. His arms were around his chest loosely. Except for the slight shifting of weight from one leg to the other, he looked like a statute.
“What did he do today, Summers?”
“Good evening Sir. He did exactly what you are seeing. Nothing. I honestly think he is not even really seeing what is outside the window. If the truth be known Sir. I found it easier to watch him when he just sat in the corner and leaned on the wall.”
“You have told him he could explore the grounds.”
“Yes Sir. He doesn’t leave this room. He just…waits.”
I bit back a curse and looked at the black haired man. He still had on the school uniform the instructor had insisted on. “When did the tutor leave?”
“At four o’clock.”
“Why didn’t he change?”
“I didn’t go in and order him to. I really hate bossing him around, Sir.”
“Get him changed. He will eat with me tonight. He needs to be socialized. I did him a disservice isolating him from the rest of the boys. I thought I was being kind… apparently I have been more cruel that I thought I was capable of.”
“Sir, what if he stays like this?”
“I cannot fail him, Summers. All his life he has known betrayal and abandonment from those who are supposed to protect him. I will not be put into that category.”
“Sir, the Teacher left this for you.” Summers handed me a folded piece of paper. I patted his shoulder and left to have a shower. I threw the letter on the bed and stripped off. The day had been long and the endless negotiations with suppliers and service providers for all the sundries of the whoring business had given me a slight headache. Throughout the whole day, though, the raven haired, scarred beauty ran through my thoughts.
Each night, he lay under me or rode me without protest. I learned when he pretended. I would not accept that from him. After the first month, I gave him the option of sleeping alone or with me and I made it clear that with me, meant WITH me. The first time I suspected his faking it. I went back to the brothel and pulled his logs. Each and every encounter was recorded. Eventually if favors were needed, this evidence had a way of making it to the proper people to ensure that those favors were granted. Watching my raven beauty, I learned his facial expressions, his movements, his cries…and they all were artistically acted out. Maybe out of his last year of service there was actually three times, he got swallowed by pleasure, then his reactions were complete devastation and withdrawal. Since that first month, I made sure that Hans was devastated after each encounter. I didn’t need artistic cries of delight. I took his sobbing tears of loss of self into myself.. Yes, I made sure Hans was with me.
If I caught him faking. I stopped and started over again, slower, drawing the acts out even if the wait seemed unbearable. It was glorious to see him succumb to my ministrations. While I pinned him on his back, his knees highly hiked over my forearms as I repeatedly pushed into his heat—there was nothing more desirous than to see the line of his neck as he thrashed his head. His voiced cry of agonized pleasure, sent shivers down my spine. When he rode me, his form was perfection. My palms cupped his hips perfectly. His hair had grown long enough that he tried to hide in it now. That was not permitted. I had him securely tie his hair back when he came to me. I wanted to see his expressions. My raven beauty was worth watching…even if he wasn’t tamed to my hand. He offered pretty obedience, but I wanted true obedience from him. I demanded his total surrender..
And I was getting it. He was withdrawing into himself. Again, not permitted. He was approaching the breaking point and I had informed the staff to watch him. He had tried once. I knew he expected to die the day he came to my house. He welcomed it. I was not losing my raven beauty now I was so close to freeing him.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled my head. Just letting his cool features linger in my mind’s eye made my body react. The towel at my waist tented. I ignored it. I would bury myself in my boy soon enough. I picked up the letter the teacher had left.
I read the contents. Not acceptable. I crumpled the paper in my hand and proceeded to get dressed. My beauty was kneeling just inside the door way to the dining room. Summers caught my eye and shook his head meaning Hans had said nothing which was par for the course. I took my seat at the head of the table then composed myself.
“Hans, come here.”
He rose, elegance personified. He moved to kneel but I point to a chair. He paused then moved and sat down. “How do you find your tutor?”
“Good, Sir.”
Two words.
“How was your lessons today?”
“Good, Sir.”
“Your teacher is quite impressed with you. He feels you have a sharp mind and can probably finish up your schooling in two years. He believes that you are intelligent enough to continue on to college.”
Nothing.
“He feels however, that you are lacking in public speaking. That will be a drawback to your education.” I took my watch off and set it on the table between us. “We will have you start practicing. We will start with a short exercise. Let’s say fifteen minutes. Starting now…tell me about your day, Hans.”
His face flushed crimson. Since he wasn’t in my bedroom his hair was hanging free and he bowed his head to hide in it. Again, not acceptable. “This was not a request, Hans.”
“I got up and took a shower. I ate a little breakfast and waited for the teacher to arrive. We did math and accounting. We had lunch. We worked on English and Composition. The Teacher went home. I did my homework. I watched a squirrel in a tree.” Hans fell silent.
“Twenty seconds. You summed up your entire day in twenty seconds. You still have fourteen minutes and forty seconds left, Hans.”
He bowed his head further.
I pulled the book out from underneath the table and slid it across to him. “Your teacher says you like the classics, especially Shakespeare. If you can only sum up your day so quickly then I want to you read aloud to me.”
“Sir?”
“Again, this is not a request.”
I thought I caught a tremor in his hand as he reached for the book. I watched him carefully as he pulled the book toward him. “Open it anywhere and start to read out loud.. Make the words come alive, Hans.”
It was as the Teacher suspected. Hans leaned over and basically pressed his nose to the printed page to read it. So…the headaches were probably a real thing too. “How long have you been keeping this from me, Hans?” I received no answer. “From the beginning?”
“Yes, Cedric.”
“And the headaches?”
“Yes, Cedric.”
“Stupid, stupid boy. You have one eye left. You need to take extra special care of your vision. I will make arrangements to see a specialist. Now stand up and read out loud. You still have fourteen minutes and forty seconds. Begin.”
He read, his voice was hesitant and low but he responded to prodding. I could tell when he stared getting one of those headaches. It was only about twelve minutes in of intense reading with the book mere inches from his face. He kept reading through the pain. Finally he had to drop the book and hold a hand to his forehead and eye. Summers caught him before he collapsed.
“Take him to my room. I’ll be up shortly after dinner.” Summer helped Hans leave the dining room. I got up and retrieved my book.
Defiance. Even after four years of service and three months in my house, he has the backbone to still brook defiance…over the only thing he thinks he had control of. He was wrong about that. I owned him body and health. If treatable, I was going to get his eye lasered. He was ashamed of his white eye, so I’d allow a patch during the day. He needed muscle tone, so I will design a plan.
He feared me now. I didn’t have to get rough with him. He knew that I could not be played. He knew that I knew when he wasn’t with me during sex. He knew that I would give him pleasure beyond his endurance. He knew his body craved me now and there was nothing he could about it. Ellen came from the kitchen carrying the first course.
Soon I would get him to that point where I could start to remold him into something different. Something better. I snapped my napkin and laid it across my erection. I do this because, he is mine.
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