Keep Young and Beautiful

DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. FICTION. FICTION. FICTION.
M/M Rape, Non-Con, whatever you wanna call it.
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Aiden spent the next two years trying to be kissed. He felt, deep in his gut, that if he could prove himself impure to kissing, he could avoid Master and his cold hands completely. Deeper down, in his brain, he knew this wasn’t the case.

But he tried all the same.

He tracked down one of the few slave girls who, because the female population of slaves outnumbered the male population, was not yet paired off. Aiden knew that, sooner than later, she would go to one of the men that had already been paired up, and he knew that she was very aware of this fact as well.

She was as brusque with him as all the other slaves were, but with the same signs of respect. Or, that’s what Aiden thought it was.

She kept her eyes down, avoided touching him as she worked and he tried to talk to her. She wasn’t much for conversation, and so Aiden got to the point.

“I want you to kiss me.”

She looked at him, now. Her eyes were bright green, the whites of her eyes were clear of red. Aiden shivered, feeling her gaze. She frowned, her brows sinking and softening her eyes. She just shook her head.

That was when Aiden realized he wasn’t being respected. He was being pitied.

“Please?” He stepped forward, wondering about forcing her.

She shook her head, looking at him with her sharp eyes again. She shifted, moving so he could see her board shoulders and the taunt wiry muscles of her arms.

He stepped back.

Aiden didn’t try with the slaves again, knowing that their lives, where childhood had been replaced by hard work, had made them stronger than him. He had seen the men fight before, knew that they, and their women, were used to pain in such a way that they knew better than freeborn people how to deal it out.

He tried with the guests that came and went. Those who were put up in the manor’s many apartments took him to be a man servant, versed as he was in nearly everything they were. The women, who Aiden naturally looked to for affection first, were charmed by him, but while they became friendly they acted in much the same manner as the slaves did. They avoided touching him, some even avoided him completely.

One woman, a lively girl with thick black hair, let herself be courted by the awkward, inverted Aiden. She was oft to give him a smile full of straight white teeth. The gesture made Aiden blush. A very touchy person, she had trouble avoiding contact, something that bothered Aiden a great deal. Slowly she learned to keep her hands to herself.

Aiden continued to court her, walking with her on the avenue of terraces and talking with her for hours at a time. Finally, near the end of her stay at the manor, he leaned in for a kiss. She started to reciprocate, then pulled back. Aiden looked at her as she rubbed her face.

“Why?” he squeaked.

She held her head in her hands for a moment, then looked at him.

“Not allowed.” She said simply.

“But you’re a freewoman.”

She looked at him with the same soft eyes as the slave woman.

“It’s a rule, Aiden. No one is allowed to touch you.”

His blood ran cold, his stomach twisted inside him, making him feel sick and empty.

She left two days later.

It was that summer, when he was eighteen, that he was called for. He was led to the section of the manor that was devoted to the apartments. Aiden, thought not for lack of trying, could not find a means of escaping his escort.
Finally they came to a place where the doors to the apartments stopped, though the hall kept on. Aiden felt his heart throbbing in his chest. He stopped, but his guide pulled him on. At the end of the hall was a large door, fashioned in such a way that it looked industrial and grim. The wood was old, as were the few metal finishings on it. The lock, Aiden noted, was new.

His guide, a big man who had yet to speak, pulled the door open. Aiden felt the strength in his legs, but before he could find time to move them his Master was staring at him from inside the room.

The other slave, seeing that Aiden was not going to move, pushed him inside. Not unkind, he averted his eyes as the boy stumbled in.

Aiden was frozen to the spot as his Master came forward, towards him. But, as the body moved close, the black eyes rolled over to his guide.

“Get the curtains, Sulja.” The slave shook, his big shoulders trembling as he entered the room. There were six big windows, three on either side of the room, and the curtains on all of them were drawn.

Sulja, the slave, tried to hurry about the task of opening the curtains. He could hear Master’s footsteps coming closer to the boy he had brought. He closed his eyes and hurried to the other end of the room, having finished with the first set of curtains.

Aiden couldn’t take his eyes off of Master. The man was taller than he remembered, his features sharper and his teeth bigger. The air in the room was thick with summer heat, and as it was the middle of the day, Aiden could feel the sun pressing into the room even through the curtains. He started to sweat as Master stopped a few inches from him.

The man’s long arms unfolded, wrapping around Aiden and pulling him up and against his Master. He held his breath as his Master whispered into his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you, Aiden.”

Aiden exploded with energy then, thrashing against his Master’s hold until he dropped back to the floor. He turned and made for the door, where Sulja was just about to leave. Aiden was close, almost passed Sulja, when an arm wrap around his waist and start pulling him back. He reached out and grabbed Sulja.

There was a moment when time stopped for the two slaves. Aiden looked at his former guide, his fear pouring out of him in a wave of emotion as he held onto the man’s arm. Sulja could feel it in his skin, more than where he was being held. He looked to Aiden, but his eyes were caught by Master. He was holding Aiden with one arm, watching Sulja and smiling. It was easy to see that Aiden didn’t stand a chance against their Master. Sulja looked at the smile. It welcomed the possibility of rebellion.

Sulja shrugged Aiden off and hurried out. He pulled the door closed behind him, making in snap shut loudly to soften the scream that issued from Aiden.

Master turned, pulling Aiden off the ground again. He was laughing, more audibly than the boy could remember, the sound coming from his teeth and throat when it had been trapped in his chest before. He dropped Aiden, who fell numbly to the ground.

Aiden crawled away, then turned and got up. His Master was directed between him and the door. He heard the lock on the outside being thrown. His chest vibrated with the beating of his heart. He felt sick all over.

Master took a step forward, Aiden stepped back. Master continued, Aiden continued, until his back connected with the foot of the large bed. The boy turned just enough to see the bed, edging along the footboard as he tried to find more space to put between himself and his Master. An arm at his side stopped him quest. He turned to see one big hand with its fingers closed on the footboard, its arm leading across him to the rest of his Master.

He couldn’t find his hands as his Master moved in, pushing Aiden into the footboard with his big hips. One hand stayed on the foot of the bed, while the other traced its fingers along the boy’s neck. His eyes caught and held Aiden’s own as he spoke.

“I have a small request for you, Aiden. Y’see,” he pushed his hips into Aiden, rubbing a hard lump into the boy’s stomach, “I have this little fantasy about you.”

Aiden gaped, craning his neck to see his Master now that he was so close. He held up his hands, leaning back, but the hand on his neck wrapped around his chin and pulled him forward. An arm wrapped around his back.

“Me?” he squeaked, the noised squeezed out of him as he was pulled up onto the footboard, his legs pushed open to accommodate his Master’s hips.

“Mmm hmm. See, I want you under me, screaming for me to stop till you’re hoarse. And then I want to see you laying there mute, but still trying to get me off of you.” His Master was leaning in, his eyes hungry and dangerous. “Now,” the hand on his chin ventured back into his hair, “d’ya think you could do all that for me?”
Aiden twitched all over, his skin shooting off electric sparks as he felt an animalistic fear roll through him.

His eyes watered and he shook his head slowly.

Master frowned, his eyes glowing as he pulled himself onto the footboard and pushed Aiden down into the bed covers.

“That’s too bad.”

Aiden scrambled away, only to be grabbed and pulled back. Master’s hand, cold as ice in the thick air, slipped down the back of his pants and palmed his ass before it pulled the garment away completely. Aiden fought his hold, throwing his elbows and fists and what little weight he had around desperately. He felt his shirt being pulled up, and tried to push it back down. Master leaned down, rubbing his nose against Aiden’s side before closing his jaws around the edge of his ribcage. The boy screamed and squirmed, but stopped fighting long enough for him to get the shirt off. He released Aiden’s ribs and pushed him face down, into the covers.

Aiden struggled more and started to beg. Master felt himself getting harder. He turned the boy over, keeping his hand flat in the center of his chest. Aiden’s legs were going crazy trying to kick Master away.

“Please—Master, don’t do it. Don’t do this—I’ll do anything you want just not this, please, Master, please!”

He leaned in, easing his weight down on Aiden. The boy gawked at the pressure, silenced long enough for Master to interject.

“Call me Shiva, sweetheart.”

Aiden whimpered and kept thrashing as Shiva started to undress. He slid out of his shirt, revealing a thin, wiry body, and started on his pants. Aiden started to try turning himself over. He rocked back and forth under Shiva, his eyes closed, his legs beating against the bigger man’s hips. Shiva took hold of his knees and pulled his legs wide apart, smiling down at him. He leaned in and licked the boy’s eyelids. When they didn’t open, he whispered into the boy’s ear.

“Open them or I’ll bite.”

Aiden whimpered pathetically, making Shiva want to dive into him then and there.

“Please, don’t!”

Shiva nipped his earlobe, twisting it between his jaws before he moved back to the eyes. They were open, big and green and terrified as they looked down between his legs.

Shiva felt the muscles in his stomach tighten up with wanting. He didn’t waster anymore time. He pinned the boy’s hands over his head and moved into position, feeling Aiden’s puckered entrance with his head.

He thrust inside, keeping a hand on the boy’s hip to keep him steady. Aiden gaped, feeling discomfort rather than pain. He tried to adjust to the feeling, only to have Shiva start thrusting. The boy twisted under him, trying to pull himself away. The hand on his hips pulled him back, as Shiva started to thrust into him in a rhythm. Every thrust pushed Aiden’s ass up, more of Shiva coming inside as he rocked his hips slowly to enjoy the boy’s tightness.

Shiva released Aiden’s hands, holding onto his hips with both hands now and pushing all of himself in now. He licked his lips, feeling Aiden contort under him to try and pull away. That’s when Shiva started thrusting hard.
He slammed their hips together, making Aiden scream. He did it again, this time pulling Aiden towards him and winning another scream. They sounded just the way he had imagined, shrill and helpless. He rocked his hips against the boy, feeling how tight he was. Shiva slammed into him again, pulling them together. Then again, and again, picking up his rhythm and keeping a quick pace to keep Aiden screaming. He pushed in harder, feeling something give inside the boy. Blood help to lubricate his passage, and Shiva could move in deeper. He slammed in harder, again and again, arching his back as he kept up with an unhuman speed. Aiden was weeping under him, driving him crazy with lust. He went deeper, harder, faster, blood oozing down the back of his leg. He crushed in, as deep as he could go, and felt himself throbbing inside the body.

He pulled out completely.

And drove all of himself back in. Aiden howled, growing hoarse. Shiva fell back into the rhythm, fucking Aiden hard again until he couldn’t go further. He pulled the boy up against him, using his weight to push his penis deeper. He bit Aiden’s neck, chewing the tender skin and smelling the fear and pain that emanated through his little body. He thrust harder, just moving inside him to keep the pain fresh. He felt the boy’s hands on his neck, trying to choke him. Shiva reached up, keeping one hand busy with Aiden’s hips, and pushed the heel of his hand into the boy’s throat. Aiden gagged and sputtered, begging noiselessly for Shiva to stop. His eyes rolled back as he choked.

Shiva took his hand away from the boy’s throat then, kept fucking him as he lay unconscious.

Finally he slowed, seeing the teary, sweaty mess of a boy that was under him. He pulled out slowly, leaning his weight down on Aiden’s hips and looking at the boy’s face as he came around.

The boy squeaked and squirmed under him, crushing into the mattress. Shiva leaned in close.

“Kiss me.”

Aiden noised helplessly and shook his head.

“C’mon, Aiden.” Shiva was smiling, talking like they were old friends. He held Aiden’s head, his cold hands making his headache worse.

“No…” he whimpered, Shiva pushing his head back and exposing his long neck. He felt the man’s hot tongue lick his Adam’s apple.

“Not even one little kiss?” He nipped the skin, grinding in between his teeth before letting go. Aiden felt sick and empty.

“No.”

Shiva ran one hand down Aiden’s body, moving down to push two fingers into his bloodied asshole.

Aiden agreed, begged him to stop. Shiva added another finger and stirred them around, making Aiden pant and plead to be kissed.

“Tongue?”

Aiden grabbed Shiva and pushed their mouths together, breathing in a lungful of his air and sliding his tongue into Shiva’s mouth. He felt the bigger man’s tongue slide against his own, tasting him. Aiden started to pull back, thinking about giving his first kiss to such a man. Shiva locked his jaws around Aiden’s tongue, smiling wolfishly as the smaller man stopped pulling back and watched him.

He pulled his fingers out of Aiden’s ass and kissed him again, invading his mouth now and twisting their tongues together. He pulled back enough for the boy to breath and played with his lips, biting the bottom one and tasting the wound, kissing them lightly until the puckered up for more.

Shiva pulled back, pulling his weight off of Aiden and turning him over. He pulling the boy up onto his hands and knees, tangling the fingers of one hand in his hair and rubbing his still hard dick against Aiden’s ass.

“Tell me how bad you want it.”

Aiden looked over his shoulder at Shiva, his eyes red and wet. The other man’s smile had disappeared.

“Give it to me.” He replied, meekly.

“What was that?”

“Give it to me.” Louder now.

“More.”

“Give it to me!” Shiva bucked against Aiden, making his yelp. He pushed the boy’s front down, leaning into his ear.

“More.”

“Give it to me, I need it!”

“What do you need?”

“Your cock! I need you to fuck me!”

“How hard?”

Aiden choked.

“How hard?” Shiva growled, grinding against the boy.

“Fuck me till I break…” Aiden whimpered.

Shiva thrust in, harder than before. He pulled Aiden’s head back, using his hair to pull him down on his dick. He thrust again, moving deep inside him.

“Fuck back, ya little whore.”

Aiden sobbed but thrust against Shiva, trying to meet his thrust as they came, again and again, faster than he could move.

“Harder.”

He pushed hard, connecting each time some hard that his bones aching. Shiva moved inside him, his hands grabbing onto Aiden’s hips suddenly. He thrust faster, pulling Aiden to meet him, harder and faster than Aiden himself could. A quake went through Shiva’s body. He pushed in as far as he could go, blood and sweat easing him deep inside as he neared a climax. He kept thrusting, feeling the boy’s tightness and smelling his fear. He leaned in, licked his neck, and bit down as he released.

Pain shot through Aiden’s body. He felt the rape in his fingers, his toes, his hair, behind his eyes. Shiva’s cum was hot and sudden in him, making his scream and writhe. The bigger man, satisfied, collapsed onto Aiden, kissing and biting him. His hands found Aiden’s dick as he pulled out, rubbing it.

“I’m going to fuck you until just the thought of me makes you cum.”

Shiva let go of him and Aiden collapsed into the mattress.

He looked out the window, seeing another some distance away. There was a woman there, her eyes wide. Shiva played with Aiden’s hair.

“You think our guest liked the show?”

Aiden passed out.

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There's more where that came from. Please R&R.