Living Doll

Chapter Two

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Jesse had joined the shelves amongst the other young boys. Haldir from deep within the desert lands, where I was so parched that he had looked like an angel, if such things actually existed. Daija from the east, dressed elaborately in colorfully layered fabrics, as was considered normal for the noblemen of his homeland. There were many others, of course, but I preferred not to look that them now.

After making a new doll I found that I didn’t want to look at them for a few days afterwards. It was as though they needed that peace and alone time in order to become acquainted with one another. Or maybe I just wanted that time to myself, to reflect upon their making and to create a whole life story for them. Right now Jesse was just a doll, he needed a story in order for him to come back to life.

Leaving the third floor, the floor I had dedicated to my dolls, I headed down to the first, intending to take Nikkie for a walk. I needed to clear my head and a slow activity such as this did wonders for me. As I reached for her leash I paused and ran my fingers over the weaved length. There was someone in my territory.

This was the first time it had happened in this area but I wasn’t that surprised. There were many homeless humans here, though none stayed long due to the lack of water. For one to have travelled this far in, they must either be well prepared or near death. Either way I would take care of them one way or another.

Abandoning the walk I headed outside, Nikkie soon joining me and whining. She knew the intruder was there too. They were in the metal shed I had put up just outside the fenced in yard. I left her inside as I jumped the gate and landed soundlessly on the other side. The human didn’t move, didn’t hear me, and as I opened the door he looked as though he were dead.

His heart was still beating though, as weak as it was, and his stomach shuddered with each drawing breathe. Approaching him I turned him over and was taken a back by his beauty. I have seen many beautiful humans before, both men and women, but still there were times when I found one that surprised even me. His skin was the color of dark chocolate and his hair was of the predawned sky.

He isn’t the first ‘black’ human I have encountered, but with this one his skin was smooth and unblemished and there was just something about him that made me want to keep him for myself. It wouldn’t be fair to Jesse though, to start another project before creating a history for him but I couldn’t control my desire to have him and before I knew what I was doing I had picked him up and was carrying him back inside.

There was no food here or other human accommodations, aside from the bathroom and other basic essentials that an old office/industrial building had, but it would be enough for him to live for a few days time. He would need to be fed and so I would shop for what I thought the boy would eat. I had no idea of what humans ate these days but by observing the other shoppers I should be able to make an educated guess. That or I’d have to act as an ignorant first time father and have one of the workers do the shopping for me.

Nikkie sniffed the boy as soon as I brought him in, whining again and wagging her tail. I ignored her for the moment and took him up to the second floor, the one in which I had converted into my living quarters and bedroom. I did not own much, aside from my dolls, but I have accumulated enough wealth over the years to support myself and live comfortably. I set him down on my bed, stripping him of his dirty clothing.

His body was beautiful.

My eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to his uncircumcised penis. It was normal sized for his age, which I estimated to be around sixteen, but it suited him. Brushing my fingers over the length I felt a tinge of arousal as it twitched beneath my touch. He was sensitive and I desired to explore him, but now was not the time.

Taking a wet rag from the bathroom I washed him up the best I could. Throughout the time he remained unconscious, letting me know how bad off he was. I needed to get water into him soon. When he was as clean as I could get him I did just that, bringing a cup from the bathroom and setting it on the bedside table momentarily before propping him up. It was a task to get him to drink but once he started he gulped it all down as fast as I would allow.

I did this several times until I knew he couldn’t take anymore. Humans were always greedy and didn’t know when to stop, but with this boy his thirst was understandable. My home may have water to it, but the other unoccupied buildings had the pluming shut off by the main city. The area was like a concrete desert.

Laying him out once again I took the time to brush his hair, wanting to see the beauty of it without the tangles and frizz. It was only slightly beyond shoulder length but I could tell he didn’t take care of it often or well. Though when you’re fighting for survival the last thing on your mind is appearances.

I would let him rest as I gathered supplies for him and sought out what I could learn. If he were homeless, though, it’d be hard to get anything on him, if there were any records to begin with. Cities like this didn’t do much for the poor, preferring that they leave and die in a place where they wouldn’t have to see or acknowledge them. Records for homeless people, therefore, were useless.

Commanding Nikkie to keep guard over him I picked up my wallet and left, using my speed to quickly get into town. My home was quite a few miles in and it’d take a human at least an hour or two to get there—if they knew where they were going—whereas for me it took only a few minutes. That is partly why I purchased said place. It was far away from humans and therefore I could take my time and live there as long as I liked. As long as I visited different stores every few years I’d be fine.

Standing in front of the coolers I stared a package of frozen peas on the self. I knew what peas were but I had never tasted them and knew nothing of a human’s typical like or dislike for them. Quite frankly, I was at a loss as for what to get him.

Just then my ears were assaulted by the high pitched scream of a child in the cart moving passed me. I resisted the urge to cringe and glared out of the corner of my eye at what I considered to be the monstrosity of the human race. Sure, some grew up to be beauties, but at this age all I wanted to do was crush their little heads in and shut them up; Ungrateful, vile little brats.

None-the-less the child was closer in age to the boy than I was and I nonchalantly watched to see what the mother picked out for her. She was old enough to be off mush and eating normal human food but still all she wanted and screamed for was candy and ice cream. Even I knew that those things weren’t good for her, as did her mother, and she was ignored as frozen dinners were picked up.

Once the woman had left, taking the monster with her, I picked up several of the little dinners myself and put them in the basket I was carrying. They needed a stove or a microwave but I believe I had one or both of them in the kitchen. Either way these meals were already prepared, which was a good thing because I had no idea how to cook.

In paying for the food I got an idea of what it would be like to keep the human alive for a long period of time, if I had the desire to do so. Their needs were sometimes expensive, though I couldn’t talk when taking stock of my own needs and for those of my dolls. Either way it didn’t really matter in the long run and I left the store as soon as I could, eager to get away from the masses.

The run back to my home was just as fast as the run in had been and as soon as I returned I plugged in the fridge, which had been useless before, and placed the meals in the freezer even though it wasn’t yet cold. I had no where else to put them for the time being so they might as well be in there.

The moment I shut the freezer door I heard rustling from the bedroom and knew the boy was up. Nikkie barked at him as he probably tried to get out of bed and I went to call her off. The boy wasn’t frightened though, not of Nikkie nor of being alone in a strange man’s bedroom, naked and without his clothing in sight. He merely stared at me and looked me over, assessing how much of a threat I was to him. It amused me when he visibly relaxed.

“Sorry for falling asleep in your shed, I guess.” He glanced around for this clothing. “If you’ll just tell me where my clothes are I’ll be on my way.”

“It’s alright. Why don’t you stay and rest up? There’s food in the freezer.” The boy probably thought I was a pedophile, the way I was looking at him, and in a way I was, but even so he didn’t really seem to care and looked to me for directions rather than asking again for his clothing. That was fine with me. I definitely didn’t mind it if he stayed naked for me.

With Nikkie following at my heels I lead him into the kitchen, letting him get himself food and prepare it. I’d look like a fool trying to figure it out anyway. My eyes roamed over his body as he leaned up onto his toes to reach into the freezer. He had no modesty about him and I was drawn to his careless way of being.

“You actually eat this stuff?” I shrugged, not knowing what was wrong with what I had chosen. The mother had seemed fine with it. He laughed and went about cooking his food, continuing talking as though he had known me longer than a few minutes. “I haven’t seen stuff like this for ages—I thought only little kids ate it! No offense, by the way.”

The gap between their ages, at least mentally, must have been larger than I thought. Oh well though, the boy would be fed and I’d have done my part in keeping him alive. What he said next though, surprised me.

“I suppose you’ll be wanting payment for this, huh?” He leaned back on the counter across from me, deliberately spreading his legs to attract my attention. He had it, and as I was about to comment he continued on. “I noticed the way you were looking at me, and my missing clothing was a dead give away. How about I give you a show in gratitude and we call it even?”

Intrigued wasn’t even the proper word for it as I watched him take his penis in hand and slowly start to masturbate himself in front of me. He moaned after a moment and let his eyes drop half-liddedly, watching me watch him as his other hand ran over his chest and his nipples before dropping down to roll and squeeze his balls. He was beautiful.

I watched as he wanted me to until his eyes fell closed and his head fell back. The moan he let loose affected me in ways I hadn’t felt in a long time. I wanted him and so I moved foreward to take him. He jumped in surprise at my cold touch and cut off in mid-protest as I took over in stroking him.

“What do you think you’re—A-ahhh!” Automatically he thrust into my hand as I leaned in against his neck, tasting his skin. The smell of his desire and his essence clouded my senses and I allowed myself to go as far as to rest my teeth on his skin. I wanted to bite him but I couldn’t make him into a doll just yet. I had to restrain myself.

“Shit.” He muttered upon feeling my fangs, but instead of moving away he tilted his head to the side, giving me his neck and growing harder in my hand. He was turned on by it and so I went with it, scraping my teeth over his skin gently. His hand clenched a handful of my shirt, using me to stabilize himself, and I found that I didn’t mind it at all.

Panting hard now, the sound of the microwave’s beeping was barely heard in the background as the boy whined and moaned. He was growing close and I desperately wanted to taste him, to drink him down, but I would not scare him off by my feeding. I wanted him, no, needed him here with me. Mine.

He would be mine and to seal my own promise I detached his grasp from me and swiftly moved down, keeping his erection in hand but replacing the hand strokes with that of my tongue. I ran it over his head and dipped down into the foreskin as he jerked and cried out. I had not seen many uncircumcised in a long while. I played with it before slowly taking him all the way in. As soon as my teeth accidently brushed over him he tensed and soon was coming with a cry, trembling as I milked him dry.

I loved the taste of him and rose to share it with him, grasping his chin and sliding my tongue passed his parted lips. He met me with his own without hesitation but easily allowed me to dominate him, something I thoroughly enjoyed. Although I could tell he was inexperienced he gave me all that he had and I had to admire him for it and for his bravery.

A moment later I parted to allow him to breathe and he didn’t try to move or escape me. It fascinated me, the way he was reacting. Then as the microwave beeped again he opened his eyes and caught mine before gently removing himself to go and eat his meal. Despite having felt my fangs he felt no fear, only an excitement that peaked my interest, and looked to have no desire to run away.

I watched him calmly as he moved around the kitchen, searching for utensils, finding them, and then sitting down to eat, still unconcerned about his nudity. I was aroused from his show and from touching him but I would not make a move on him right now. I could wait—have gotten used to waiting—and this boy wasn’t going anywhere.

“What’s your name?” He asked me in between bites. He ate like a starving man and perhaps he was. He was a bit on the thin side but at least his ribs weren’t sticking out like some.

“Aloqurien.”

“Cool, mine’s Rhyaine.” It sounded like ‘rain’ only with an accent I wasn’t sure I’d be able to pronounce. The boy might have to accept being called Rain for the time being. As for giving him my name, it really didn’t matter to me. He couldn’t track me and I couldn’t see any harm in it. It held no power over me.

There was no further questions throughout the remainder of his meal, which didn’t last very long, and when he was done he cleaned up after himself before looking back to me. The excited look was still in his eyes and I wanted to know what he was hiding from me. Did he think he could use our sexual encounter against me?

“So…how long can I stay?” He was looking for a free meal then, but that didn’t mean that was all he was thinking about. I was no mind reader though and so I was left to my curiosity as he volunteered nothing more. There’d be time for me to interrogate him later.

“As long as you’d like.” As long as it took me to give proper time for Jesse to live once again and become part of my collection. Then this dark beauty would join the others, properly preserved as he should be. He would be a beautiful addition to my collection.

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Jules: Thank you for the review! I’ll have to take a look at that video.