Enigma Nocturne

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Part Twenty.


Nairicks watched Jore out of the corner of his eye, as the boy hunched over in pain, cursing under his breath. The Headmaster grinned and released his light hold on Amgine’s chin before addressing Jore.

“Having a bit of trouble, are we, Mr. Meili?” Nairicks cooed, and then left Amgine on his knees as the older man walked over to where Jore was doubled over, practically lying on the floor, shivering from pain.

“You are… sick…” Jore hissed through is teeth, raising his head to glare up at Nairicks.

“Hmm,” the Headmaster sighed, as if he hadn’t heard Jore. “You look rather fatigued, Mr. Meili. Maybe you should sit down.”

Nairicks dragged his favorite back over to its place behind the desk, then turned back to the boy lying on his floor.

The Headmaster smiled as he crept around Jore, then grabbed the boy from under his arms and hoisted him to his feet. Jore groaned loudly in pain, becoming dizzy as he felt more blood escape his wound. The Headmaster dragged Jore over to his big, plush desk chair, and sat the boy down carefully. Jore could barely move, so he just slumped back on the chair when Nairicks set him down. The man stood up and raised an eyebrow at Jore’s worsening condition.

“Sorry, I don’t have any fresh bandages here,” the Headmaster said with a dismissive gesture towards Jore’s heavily bleeding torso. “I meant to procure some from the infirmary yesterday, but the nurse informed me that her supply had recently run out. It appears that someone has been stealing most of her gauze and large bandages in the past few days.”

Jore watched as a sadistic grin spread across Nairicks’ face, but he didn’t even have strength enough to glare back at the man. Nor did he have any strength to resist or protest with more than a soft moan as Nairicks began to loop thin leather restraints around the chair’s arm rests and tie them around Jore’s wrists. By the time Nairicks finished securing both of Jore’s wrists and ankles to the chair, the boy’s head lolled to the side and he was nearly unconscious. Pain had mingled with nausea, and inside, Jore was writhing. No matter what was going to happen next, he just wanted to be out cold, and he was almost to that point.

Then he felt something prick his arm, and he shuddered.

“It’s just something for the pain, Mr. Meili,” the Headmaster said as he removed the needle from Jore’s muscled arm and set the syringe on his desk. He turned back to Jore and hesitated. “Well… it’s not exactly meant for the pain, actually.”

“Wh… what… did you… do to me…?” Jore breathed, his eyes fluttering open. He took in a deep breath suddenly, and then moaned as his lungs stretched his wounded flesh. He felt his heart rate speed up abnormally quickly, and his forehead became hot. Nairicks had injected him with something… some weird drug. Not a pain reliever. An aphrodisiac? Jore thought. But… no… it’s making me wake up…
Jore’s dizzyness soon faded, but all of the pain was still there. And every second that ticked by, Jore became more awake and aware.

“It’s a kind of adrenaline solution,” the Headmaster stated as he turned and walked back to where Amgine was still kneeling on the floor. The blonde was staring at Jore with wide, pleading eyes.

Please forgive me, Jore, Amgine tried to convey with his eyes. I’m so sorry. I hate to see you hurt. But I can’t… I can’t help you…

“Am…Amgine… ah..I… gg-aughh…!” Jore looked into the younger boy’s eyes and attempted to speak, but his words were cut off as the adrenaline drug brought all of his pain back into focus. He watched through a haze of agony as Nairicks resumed running his cool hands over Amgine’s soft blonde head, forcing the young boy’s head back to look up at the Headmaster.

“He is a well-behaved pet, unlike you,” Nairicks told Jore while gazing lustfully down at Amgine, who was trembling again. “Amgine here,” Nairicks began as he ran his hand down the side of younger boy’s face, then pushed a thumb past quivering lips into his mouth, “Is loyal. And… very obedient.”

Amgine’s lips closed around the Headmaster’s thumb, and the boy started to suck and lick the digit slowly, bearing down on it with a practiced mouth. The Headmaster hummed in approval, never breaking eye contact with the boy. Nairicks’ other hand went to the buttons on Amgine’s shirt, unfastening them quickly and letting the garment fall to the floor.
Then, the hand brushed over one of Amgine’s naked shoulders, and its fingers wrapped around the boy’s fragile neck, squeezing slightly.

Amgine shivered and his eyes widened with fear, but he didn’t dare stop.


“Agghh… S..shit,” Jore groaned, and swore aloud. “Stop…s…stop that…You… you get… get away from him,” he choked out pitifully.

“I do not believe you’re in much of a position to make demands, Jordan,” the Headmaster answered softly. “However… if you’d like to keep a better eye on us, I can oblige.”

Mr. Nairicks slipped his finger out of Amgine’s mouth, and used the cold hand he had wrapped around the boy’s pale throat to pull him to his feet.
Even the use of that slight force was hardly necessary. Amgine seemed to be able to foresee the Headmaster’s every move, and obey his commands without so much as a flinch.
He had done this before… Jore knew. The existence of this behaviour had been implied in the boys’ conversations earlier… but seeing it firsthand was more than a little disturbing to Jore.
Amgine was an entirely different person around the Headmaster… He had to be. It was his only defense.

Nairicks kept a hand on the back of Amgine’s neck as he lead the boy nearer to the desk in front of Jore’s seat.

“There now, you have a more suitable view, Jordan,” the Headmaster said, and then turned his full attention back to Amgine.

Nairicks held onto Amgine’s neck with both hands, squeezing only lightly, but the skillfully applied pressure was enough to cut off most of the boy’s air. Amgine’s whole body was trembling, his eyes wide in fear, his hands twitching at his sides. He didn’t fight.
As the Headmaster leaned his head down slowly, Amgine’s eyes began to close, and he let out a choked-off whimper as Nairicks’ cool tongue slipped inside his mouth, and chilling lips brushed over his warm ones.


Jore watched, helpless, and horrified.


Nairicks continued to kiss Amgine as he moved the boy by his neck, turning the two of them around and forcing Amgine to lean backwards onto the desk. The Headmaster still had a strong grip pressing against Amgine’s windpipe, and after a few more moments, the boy’s hands rose up and started pulling weakly at Nairicks’ grip on his throat.
Amgine was running out of air.

The Headmaster was either oblivious to Amgine’s suffocation, or the man was enjoying it. He moaned loudly into Amgine’s mouth, renewing the force of his kiss and pushing the boy down until his back was nearly flat against the desk. Nairicks then straddled one of the blonde’s thin legs, and began thrusting his hips against Amgine’s thigh.

Amgine clawed at the Headmaster’s hands more insistently, but his desperate efforts had absolutely no effect.
Jore would have screamed for Amgine to be let go, if the pain had allowed him. But it did not.


And then, finally, Nairicks released his hold on Amgine’s throat. The boy collapsed onto the desk beneath him, coughing, tears in his eyes.

The Headmaster stood up and stared down at his prey, panting slightly, and shifting his suit jacket to hide his very obvious arousal.
Jore had never seen the Headmaster lose control like that. The man had become so entranced by Amgine and his struggling, that he had lost his wits for a minute and nearly killed his precious pet.


“Stand,” Nairicks commanded cooly.

Amgine quickly wiped his eyes and slid off of the desk to stand in front of the Headmaster. His breathing was shallow, and Jore saw that bruises were beginning to form on the front of the boy’s neck. Amgine was shaking like a leaf, and he visibly flinched as the Headmaster spoke to him in a cold, dark voice that boded extremely unwell for the boy.

“Now… down,” Nairicks purred.
Amgine dropped to his knees once again, his head tilted down.

Jore saw the blonde’s stance, and had an idea of what was going to happen next. Jore grit his teeth in pain and frustration. “S…stop,” he choked out, “L…leave him… alone. Please… Use… use me instead. P..please… just leave ah…Amgine… alone…”

“Don’t speak, you might exacerbate your injury,” Nairicks scolded, then reached down to tilt Amgine’s head up and stare into the boy’s different-colored eyes.

Jore shook his head slowly. He couldn’t let this happen… not to Amgine… Poor, innocent Amgine… the boy had been through this too many times already. Jore could see Amgine’s heart breaking as the Headmaster touched him. Just watching this scene was destroying Jore… It was hard to imagine how Amgine must feel.

“Just watch, Jordan. You may learn something,” Nairicks said, then released his light hold on Amgine’s chin. On cue, the younger boy leaned forward and rested his hands on each of the Headmaster’s thighs. Then, leaning forward more, he touched his mouth to the fly of Nairicks’ pants.

Jore’s jaw dropped. He couldn’t speak.

Amgine used his mouth to unclasp both of the buttons on the hem of the Headmaster’s pants, and then took the zipper in his teeth and slowly pulled it down. Nairicks’ member was hard and strained against the thin fabric of his tight boxers, and Amgine shuddered as he was forced to continue undressing it. The boy’s eyes were closed tight, and he was shaking with fear and shame as he timidly grasped the edge of the undergarment in his mouth and slowly pulled it down.

The Headmaster smirked and hissed in approval as his member was exposed to the air, then his eyes closed from pleasure as Amgine brushed his trembling lips over the tip.

Jore shivered as a wave of nausea rushed over him. This was so wrong, in so many ways… it was too much. And the worst part was that he could feel his own body starting to react. Despite the pain, the trauma, everything… he was betrayed once more. Now he really felt sick.

With an unspoken command from Nairicks, Amgine began to slide his mouth over the Headmaster’s shaft, slowly swirling his tongue around it and suckling gently. Nairicks’ eyes were closed, his expression tense, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. Amgine started to take more of him in, but he was too slow. The Headmaster groaned quietly and bucked further into the boy’s mouth, making him flinch. Tears formed at the corners of Amgine’s eyes, and as Nairicks thrust again those tears began to flow down his face.

“Nnhh… good, pet,” the Headmaster breathed, opening his eyes and looking down at Amgine as he bucked forward again. The boy let out a whimper of pain, but it only served to fuel the Headmaster’s desire. He reached down to hold Amgine’s head in place as he thrust quickly into the boy’s mouth, gasping with pleasure each time Amgine squeaked in protest.

Tears of anger came to Jore’s eyes as he watched Amgine’s tears flow down the blonde’s face. He couldn’t stand being helpless. It was destroying him.
“S…Stop!” Jore yelled, his hatred overshadowing his pain, “Stop it! …You sick bastard… Get the fuck away from him!!”


The Headmaster released Amgine’s head, and pushed the blonde off of him. Amgine dropped to the floor, sobbing and choking as quietly as possible. Nairicks watched the boy as he zipped his pants up. And then, before Jore could say anything more, Nairicks was towering over him, the man’s icy eyes glaring at Jore with a terrifying mixture of annoyance and lust.
A strong palm pushed mercilessly hard against his bleeding wound, and as Jore threw his head back to scream, the Headmaster’s jaws bit into the side of his neck. As the man’s canines pierced his skin, Jore screamed as loud as he could, but it came out rough and broken. His voice was all but gone, so he merely gaped at the ceiling in agony as blood flowed out of him.

And then the Headmaster suddenly stopped his assault and stood up, looking down at his leg. Something had drawn his attention…
It was Amgine.
The boy stopped tugging on the leg of Nairicks pants then, and his eyes widened in fear as the Headmaster stared down at him coldly, Jore’s blood on his pale lips.

“M…Master, please… Please don’t hurt him,” Amgine breathed, begging with all his energy. His multicolored eyes filled with tears again, and he gazed up at the Headmaster pleadingly.

Nairicks knelt down in front of Amgine. “I had to punish him, my dearest pet. You heard how rude he was being.”

“…Yes, Master,” Amgine replied, “But…”

“No ‘buts’, dearest,” Nairicks said, shaking a finger at the blonde. “…Why do you protest? Is there something troubling you?”

“I…” Amgine began, then stole a worried glance at Jore. The older boy had lost even more blood, now, and was panting, and shivering in his restraints. But Jore managed to meet Amgine’s eyes, and the older boy shook his head.

Amgine swallowed. “I, I am worried about him, Master,” the blonde stated. “He may be truly hurt, Master, and I--”

“You worry about him?” the Headmaster interrupted, and Amgine looked at the floor, nodding slightly. “Yes, of course… of course you do,” Nairicks said. “Maybe… you’d like to check up on him yourself?”

Amgine’s head shot up and his eyes widened. Jore could see from the blonde’s expression that there was a message in Nairicks’ words that the older boy didn’t catch. It couldn’t be good.

“No… Master, ah… please, forget I said anything,” Amgine tried to recover, but the Headmaster shook his head, smiling down at the blonde.

“No, here dearest, I insist. You must see to him,” Nairicks said, and reached into his pocket, fishing something out, and then handed it to Amgine, who began to look even more afraid.

Jore didn’t see what was put in Amgine’s little hand, but the older boy did see Nairicks’ smile, and he instantly knew that things were about to get a lot worse.


The Headmaster stood, then, and moved back to lean against his desk. Amgine put the unknown item in his shirt pocket and then moved closer to Jore, kneeling in front of the chair the older boy was bound to. The younger boy stared at the floor, too ashamed to look Jore in the eye.

Jore swallowed nervously, looking from Amgine, to the Headmaster, and back again for any sign of what was to come.

“Now pet, don’t dilly-dally,” Nairicks urged, and there was a grotesque sweetness to his voice as he addressed Amgine, that made Jore’s skin crawl.

The older boy watched in amazement and shame as Amgine crawled on top of him slowly, being careful to avoid hurting his torso. Jore followed the blonde’s hands with his gaze as Amgine situated Jore’s ruined, blood-covered jacket so that it was tucked behind the older boy, out of the way. Then Amgine’s hands moved lower, and began to unbutton Jore’s pants.

“A…Amgine,” Jore stammered weakly, his eyes wide. He would have blushed if he had more blood to spare for the task. At the soft uttering of Amgine’s name, the younger boy looked up and met Jore’s gaze, and Jore saw everything in the boy’s eyes. Terrible guilt, shame, fear, and longing. Jore opened his mouth to try and speak to the younger boy again, but the smallest shake of Amgine’s blonde head kept the older boy silent.

Nairicks was not oblivious of the boys’ silent communication, and he sighed impatiently, causing Amgine to jump back to the task of sliding Jore’s pants down to his bound ankles.

Once he had that accomplished, and the older boy was left wearing nothing but slightly blood-stained boxers, Nairicks looked over Jore’s weakly trembling body from his relaxed position at the desk. “Hmm… you’re looking rather pale, Jordan. …I suppose I do regret giving you that injury, now. It would have been nice to see all of your skin again …But no matter. Amgine… begin.”


Jore had no time to prepare before Amgine had reached into Jore’s boxers and taken a gentle hold of the older boy’s hardening member. Jore whimpered as Amgine pulled down the boxers and immediately took Jore’s shaft into his mouth, caressing the tip with his tongue and suckling gently.

Jore gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tight, trying to fight the arousal that Amgine’s expert ministrations caused. Even as he ached all over with pain, and his thoughts whirled with shame and fear, Amgine’s touch brought his weak body to attention. “Nnnhhh…” Jore whimpered helplessly as Amgine ran his tongue over the length, making the older boy twitch.

“Am…Amgine,” Jore gasped as the blonde’s warm hands slid up his thighs. Amgine’s soft fingers then gently rubbed at Jore’s balls, and curled around the base of his now hard and erect shaft.

Nairicks watched, grinning. His pets were so perfect together… he wanted to ruin it so badly. But he would restrain himself, at least for now. This was getting better by the second.
The Headmaster leaned down behind Amgine and whispered in the boy’s ear, “Finger him. Slowly… like how you do it yourself.”

Amgine could have cried right then and there, but he fought back his tears. He had to stay strong, to keep himself from losing hope. He had to endure a few minutes more of this torture, and pray that Jore could endure it too. For Jore’s sake… he had to hang on for just a little longer.


Amgine’s mouth slid slowly off of Jore, and his left hand gently caressed the length as his right hand went to his own mouth.

Jore was trembling all over, aching in more ways than one, and panting softly. He opened his eyes for a moment, wondering why Amgine had stopped his oral assault.

When Jore felt two saliva-slick fingers pressing against his opening, he yelped and tried in vain to move away. Jore opened his eyes and watched in disbelief as Amgine’s hand moved forward, and the two small fingers slowly pushed inside Jore’s body. Amgine was too horrified himself, and too ashamed, to look Jore in the eye while he obeyed Nairicks’ orders. The blonde felt awful doing this to Jore. It was so wrong.

“Gg..gaauh…” Jore groaned breathily as Amgine’s fingers moved out and then back in, and the younger boy’s other hand slid up and down Jore’s member faster.

Everything hurt. Jore was in agony on all levels; his body was battered and bleeding, his immune system was crashing, he was weak, disoriented, out of breath, and now this new sexual torture. He knew that Amgine couldn’t do anything about this, and Jore didn’t feel any ill towards the blonde. But his hatred for the Headmaster had sapped all his energy, and now he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore.

“S…stop… please… p-please…” he croaked out, and felt Amgine’s movements slow to a stop.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Nairicks asked Amgine, his tone venomous.

“N-no, Master, but--”

“Do NOT make excuses, pet. Continue as you were.”

“But Master, he’s… he’s very hurt! He’s bleeding, I can’t--”

“You can’t?” Nairicks interrupted, hissing into the boy’s ear. Amgine winced and bowed his head.

Jore listened to the exchange. He could feel Amgine trembling.

“Well… if you can’t do this job, I have another use for you,” the Headmaster said, then without warning he removed Amgine’s hands from Jore and picked the younger boy up by his shoulders. The blonde squeaked in pain as he was practically tossed onto the chair on his back, unable to stop the impact of his body on Jore’s aching form.

“AAHHHH!!” Jore nearly screamed in agony as Amgine’s body landed on top of him.

Amgine tried to scramble off of the older boy. “J-Jore, I’m so sorry, I--”

“Do. Not. Move.”
The Headmaster growled at Amgine, making him freeze in place. Nairicks grinned as he leaned over the two boys on the chair, and he reached for the button of Amgine’s pants.

“N-no, please Master, not like this, please,” Amgine whispered desperately, but was silenced by a strong hand around his throat.

“Obey me,” the Headmaster hissed, and his other hand tugged Amgine’s pants and underwear down to his knees.

“Oh… n-no, no,” Amgine gasped as he was pushed back into the chair, forced to use all his arm strength to keep himself from crushing Jore beneath him. But it was becoming harder by the second as Nairicks leaned in closer and grabbed the blonde’s legs.

“Kkkkhh,” Jore made a terrifying choking sound as Amgine’s back and shoulders were pushed against the older boy’s torso. The pain was excruciating; almost worse than when he had first received the wound. Then Jore was slipping into unconsciousness, and he was more than grateful for it.

“I haven’t had you like this in so long, pet. I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold back,” the Headmaster hissed into Amgine’s ear.

Amgine whimpered in response, tears already flowing down his face in anticipation of what was to come. His pants were off, his legs were propped over the Headmaster’s shoulders, and the man’s hardness was brushing against Amgine’s entrance.

The blonde gritted his teeth as he felt Nairicks begin to slide into him almost totally dry. Amgine knew what to expect. He knew how much this was going to hurt, how much it would damage him, and how long it take for him to recover again. All of this made him begin to sob… But most of all, he thought of how Jore would never treat him the same again. How the older boy must feel now that Amgine did those things to him. And the pain he caused… Jore was now out cold because of it. It was unforgivable. Nairicks had ruined yet another young life.


“So… good, my sweet pet,” the Headmaster breathed, and licked at Amgine’s tears as he slowly pushed in an inch, enough to make the small boy start sobbing, and the tears flow freely. “You are mine. No one can save you now. I will always have you like this, dearest. Forever.”

Then there was a very loud knock on Mr. Nairicks’ office door.

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