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Adult ++
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6
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61
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I Won't Be His
I Won’t Be His
By
Kiix
Done
March 20, 2007
Word Count: 10,200
I hated him. No…I feared him…no. I buried my face into the softness of the duvet. I wanted him. Tears streamed from my eye making it impossible to see. All those client masters…and somehow he looked past the whore in me, past the marred beauty and somehow….and somehow he took my heart. I loved him? There was a sharp answering agony in my chest. No… I didn’t want to love him. Whenever I did take someone into my heart, they just kicked me in the teeth. Mom. Uncle Joey.
I turned on my side and curled into a fetal position. I couldn’t love him. I wouldn’t love him. Somehow, I’d drive him out of my heart. Otherwise, there would be nothing left of me. Which I think was his ultimate goal. I heard his voice out in the hall speaking to Summers. My body reacted. I groaned as my traitorous body began to ready itself to welcome him. My nipple buds tightened and peaked off my chest. I dug my fingers into the covers as my knees opened and spread and my ass arched up in offering. My cock was hardening in my pants. No…I was more the whore now than when on my back in the brothel.
I survived the endless cocks in the brothel but he was going to kill me. No. I pushed myself off the bed. No. I was still fully dressed and my headache had faded back to a dull throb. I ran to the window, misjudging the distance again by a couple of feet. At least I didn’t run into it this time. I let my fingers scrabble along the glass searching for the latch.
A claxon sounded as I wrenched the window open. I froze for a second then the door to the bedroom slammed open. “HANS!”
I climbed out the window and grabbed onto the sill. We were on the second floor. I lowered myself over the side hanging onto the sill. Maybe if I landed wrong, I would break my neck and at best I might just break an ankle. I felt a hand grab at my wrist. I let go. I hit the ground hard, landing in bushes. I rolled feeling gravel cut into my back. I bit back a cry as my side burned. I broke a rib. I fought my way out of the bushes.
“HANS!”
Off in the distance I saw lightening brighten the sky for a moment.. I heard the crunch, crunch of running feet on gravel. I couldn’t stay here. I held my arm to my side and lurched off into the direction of the woods. Any place was better than here. Even my old cage was better than this one. I staggered toward my woody sanctuary.
Everyone came after me. Why? I was just a whore…I could be replaced. There were others who would love to be His pet. My side was a deep stabbing pain. I could hear voices behind me, calling my name like a dog. I let a grimace cross my face. “Come here boy…let me fuck you into oblivion.”
It started to rain…a cold icy rain that had me shivering as I slipped and slid. The dress shoes I had on for my uniform were offering me nothing. I kicked them off and continued barefoot. The ground ripped at my feet but I didn’t stumble as much Every time I lurched my broken rib stole my breath. Just keep moving.
“HANS!”
A voice called off to my left. I trudged right and walked into a bush. Something poked me in the eye. I grabbed uselessly at my eye. I was blind now. Lightening speared the sky and all I saw the brightness. No shapes, no form. No…
“He’s over here.”
I held my eye. I held my ribs and I staggered blindly forward. The ground collapsed under my feet. I slammed hard on the embankment of the stream and just laid there panting. Someone thundered over the embankment and grabbed my shoulder. No…
I squirmed away sliding deeper into the stream and I tried to run forward. I made about three steps and I was tackled. My ribs screamed in protest. I turned and raked my nails across my attackers face. I kicked and pushed. I didn’t know how to fight.
“Stop it….Hans, you’re hurt. You’re just making it worse.” I didn’t know the man’s voice. I connected my barefoot with his groin. His grip loosened. I scrambled away on my hands and knees. I had no idea where was I going.
Another man, or it could have been the same one, drove me down into the bank. My rib shot a spark of white into my brain in protest. I threw up…or tried to. I had nothing in my stomach. I slumped heavily down into the mud. I dug one hand into the mud and tried to drag myself away from whoever held me down. I got punched in the ribs. I curled up into myself and wretched on myself. My eye stung. I couldn’t tell if I permanently blinded myself, it was raining too hard. I lay back in the mud, hand over my eye, and just starting sobbing.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Summers voice sounded in my ear as he shifted off me. I felt for his arms and ran my hands up to his shoulders. “What did you do to your face?”
I shoved him as hard as I could off me. He slipped in the mud and I twisted and crawled up the bank. My hand hit a leg. Damn it. “You cannot escape, Hans. You have no where to go. You are a disfigured whore who would only get more cut up if I let you go on the streets.” I scrambled backwards but Summers caught me, and other guard. I got dragged up on top of the rise and forced down on my knees in front of Him. A bright beam of light shot into my face. I ducked my head. Whoever stood behind me, jerked my head up by my hair.
He turned my face to the right and looked at my eye. “Stupid, stupid boy. Let’s get him up and we’ll have to take him to emergency. He might lose that eye too.”
I didn’t need eyes to know a leash had been attached to the silver filigree collar locked around my neck. I cried out as my arms were wrenched behind my back. I shivered as He pushed my chin up and worked his hand in the collar of my shirt. He ripped it open. He hissed. My chest must have looked as good as it felt. He prodded my ribs and my knees gave out.
“Leave his hands free.” I shivered as the warmth of his body leaned into mine and his lips moved against my ear. “If I didn’t see you fight, Hans, I would have thought that you’re trying to kill yourself. Nobody who wants to die, fights that hard. Let’s go save that beautiful gray eye.” I grabbed onto my leash as he dragged me off behind him.
I had a cracked rib. I had a scratched cornea. The rest of my injuries were minor but I was now chained to my sick bed. Both my eyes were patched over but that didn’t stop Him from visiting. It was worse now that I couldn’t see at all. My skin was now hyper sensitive, my hearing was acute. My body still craved his touch. I could hear him outside of door. I pulled on the cuffs for the thousandth time. My body was horny, but my mind was bored.
I twitched as a hand touched my stomach. I hadn’t heard Him come in. He whispered into my ear. “Position.”
My traitorous body yearned for him. My knees lifted and folded back toward my chest. My feet pressed into the mattress beside my ass. My knees fell open and my hips came up. He slid his hand into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and enclosed my stiffening cock. He stroked me, slowly, drawing me in against my will. He made me participate in his molestation. I bit my lower lip and turned my head away from him. I grunted as he jerked hard on me. “Unacceptable.”
I turned my face toward him and licked my lips. He continued stroking my cock, rubbing his thumb over the head, waiting for my own natural lubricant to betray me. My hands caught my chains and I pulled against them uselessly. “Loss of form is punishable, Hans. You know what I want from you. Perfection. I know you are capable of it. Therefore I expect it each and every time. This is your final correction.”
He took what weeped from my body and began to tap at my puckered portal. Each press a little deeper, each circle a little wider. When he finally invaded my body his finger pushed in as deep as he could twisting as it went searching for that hidden spot. He pressed it hard. I arced off the mattress then cried out in pain as my wrapped ribs protested. In my pain, I clenched down on his invading finger. “Please…Cedric. Stop. My ribs…”
“I had nothing to do with your injuries. You brought them upon yourself. Endure them.”
I gasped and grimaced in pain and pleasure as He worked his digit inside me. I was allowed to grab at the covers but I couldn’t hold my bonds. The bed shifted as He climbed onto it. I let out a startled cry as his teeth bit my budded nipple. I tensed and hurt my side again. “Yes, my raven beauty, show me that you are with me.”
“Please…stop….don’t do this.”
“You’re my slut, Hans. What else am I supposed to do with a slut? You fuck him.” I groaned as he flicked my prostate repeatedly. He had stopped stroking me when he had gotten enough to slick my passage. He tapped me internally again. I shook my head and clenched my teeth. My breathing tightened and…..I ejaculated all over my stomach just from him finger poking my ass.
I started crying. I didn’t deserve this. I wasn’t just a whore….I wasn’t .
“Is there something you want to say to me, Hans?” He kept flicking that finger inside me. My body quivered and jumped.
“Don’t touch me.” I turned my head away from Him.
“What was that? I didn’t hear it from your mumbling.”
“Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. DON’T TOUCH ME ANYMORE!” I screamed at him. I heard nothing but silence. His hand was still on my ass, his finger buried deep inside me. My stomach clenched tight. He was going to hit me. Defiance was meet with brutality in equal measure. Suddenly he moved and the bed creaked. He withdrew his hand from by body. I stilled everything and even tried to control my breathing. I heard him cross the room then the door opened and closed.
I began breathing again. He left? He left because I told him to? I could feel my cum drying on my waist and chest. What happened? I didn’t understand. Why did he leave me alone...in here? What did He want from me? I closed my legs and curled up as much as I could with my arms chained the way they were. I don’t understand…what does He want from me? What could He want? I’m just a stupid boy of a whore. How can anyone want that? Why would anyone want that.
I screamed. And I screamed…until I couldn’t scream anymore.
By
Kiix
Done
March 20, 2007
Word Count: 10,200
I hated him. No…I feared him…no. I buried my face into the softness of the duvet. I wanted him. Tears streamed from my eye making it impossible to see. All those client masters…and somehow he looked past the whore in me, past the marred beauty and somehow….and somehow he took my heart. I loved him? There was a sharp answering agony in my chest. No… I didn’t want to love him. Whenever I did take someone into my heart, they just kicked me in the teeth. Mom. Uncle Joey.
I turned on my side and curled into a fetal position. I couldn’t love him. I wouldn’t love him. Somehow, I’d drive him out of my heart. Otherwise, there would be nothing left of me. Which I think was his ultimate goal. I heard his voice out in the hall speaking to Summers. My body reacted. I groaned as my traitorous body began to ready itself to welcome him. My nipple buds tightened and peaked off my chest. I dug my fingers into the covers as my knees opened and spread and my ass arched up in offering. My cock was hardening in my pants. No…I was more the whore now than when on my back in the brothel.
I survived the endless cocks in the brothel but he was going to kill me. No. I pushed myself off the bed. No. I was still fully dressed and my headache had faded back to a dull throb. I ran to the window, misjudging the distance again by a couple of feet. At least I didn’t run into it this time. I let my fingers scrabble along the glass searching for the latch.
A claxon sounded as I wrenched the window open. I froze for a second then the door to the bedroom slammed open. “HANS!”
I climbed out the window and grabbed onto the sill. We were on the second floor. I lowered myself over the side hanging onto the sill. Maybe if I landed wrong, I would break my neck and at best I might just break an ankle. I felt a hand grab at my wrist. I let go. I hit the ground hard, landing in bushes. I rolled feeling gravel cut into my back. I bit back a cry as my side burned. I broke a rib. I fought my way out of the bushes.
“HANS!”
Off in the distance I saw lightening brighten the sky for a moment.. I heard the crunch, crunch of running feet on gravel. I couldn’t stay here. I held my arm to my side and lurched off into the direction of the woods. Any place was better than here. Even my old cage was better than this one. I staggered toward my woody sanctuary.
Everyone came after me. Why? I was just a whore…I could be replaced. There were others who would love to be His pet. My side was a deep stabbing pain. I could hear voices behind me, calling my name like a dog. I let a grimace cross my face. “Come here boy…let me fuck you into oblivion.”
It started to rain…a cold icy rain that had me shivering as I slipped and slid. The dress shoes I had on for my uniform were offering me nothing. I kicked them off and continued barefoot. The ground ripped at my feet but I didn’t stumble as much Every time I lurched my broken rib stole my breath. Just keep moving.
“HANS!”
A voice called off to my left. I trudged right and walked into a bush. Something poked me in the eye. I grabbed uselessly at my eye. I was blind now. Lightening speared the sky and all I saw the brightness. No shapes, no form. No…
“He’s over here.”
I held my eye. I held my ribs and I staggered blindly forward. The ground collapsed under my feet. I slammed hard on the embankment of the stream and just laid there panting. Someone thundered over the embankment and grabbed my shoulder. No…
I squirmed away sliding deeper into the stream and I tried to run forward. I made about three steps and I was tackled. My ribs screamed in protest. I turned and raked my nails across my attackers face. I kicked and pushed. I didn’t know how to fight.
“Stop it….Hans, you’re hurt. You’re just making it worse.” I didn’t know the man’s voice. I connected my barefoot with his groin. His grip loosened. I scrambled away on my hands and knees. I had no idea where was I going.
Another man, or it could have been the same one, drove me down into the bank. My rib shot a spark of white into my brain in protest. I threw up…or tried to. I had nothing in my stomach. I slumped heavily down into the mud. I dug one hand into the mud and tried to drag myself away from whoever held me down. I got punched in the ribs. I curled up into myself and wretched on myself. My eye stung. I couldn’t tell if I permanently blinded myself, it was raining too hard. I lay back in the mud, hand over my eye, and just starting sobbing.
“What the hell did you think you were doing?” Summers voice sounded in my ear as he shifted off me. I felt for his arms and ran my hands up to his shoulders. “What did you do to your face?”
I shoved him as hard as I could off me. He slipped in the mud and I twisted and crawled up the bank. My hand hit a leg. Damn it. “You cannot escape, Hans. You have no where to go. You are a disfigured whore who would only get more cut up if I let you go on the streets.” I scrambled backwards but Summers caught me, and other guard. I got dragged up on top of the rise and forced down on my knees in front of Him. A bright beam of light shot into my face. I ducked my head. Whoever stood behind me, jerked my head up by my hair.
He turned my face to the right and looked at my eye. “Stupid, stupid boy. Let’s get him up and we’ll have to take him to emergency. He might lose that eye too.”
I didn’t need eyes to know a leash had been attached to the silver filigree collar locked around my neck. I cried out as my arms were wrenched behind my back. I shivered as He pushed my chin up and worked his hand in the collar of my shirt. He ripped it open. He hissed. My chest must have looked as good as it felt. He prodded my ribs and my knees gave out.
“Leave his hands free.” I shivered as the warmth of his body leaned into mine and his lips moved against my ear. “If I didn’t see you fight, Hans, I would have thought that you’re trying to kill yourself. Nobody who wants to die, fights that hard. Let’s go save that beautiful gray eye.” I grabbed onto my leash as he dragged me off behind him.
I had a cracked rib. I had a scratched cornea. The rest of my injuries were minor but I was now chained to my sick bed. Both my eyes were patched over but that didn’t stop Him from visiting. It was worse now that I couldn’t see at all. My skin was now hyper sensitive, my hearing was acute. My body still craved his touch. I could hear him outside of door. I pulled on the cuffs for the thousandth time. My body was horny, but my mind was bored.
I twitched as a hand touched my stomach. I hadn’t heard Him come in. He whispered into my ear. “Position.”
My traitorous body yearned for him. My knees lifted and folded back toward my chest. My feet pressed into the mattress beside my ass. My knees fell open and my hips came up. He slid his hand into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and enclosed my stiffening cock. He stroked me, slowly, drawing me in against my will. He made me participate in his molestation. I bit my lower lip and turned my head away from him. I grunted as he jerked hard on me. “Unacceptable.”
I turned my face toward him and licked my lips. He continued stroking my cock, rubbing his thumb over the head, waiting for my own natural lubricant to betray me. My hands caught my chains and I pulled against them uselessly. “Loss of form is punishable, Hans. You know what I want from you. Perfection. I know you are capable of it. Therefore I expect it each and every time. This is your final correction.”
He took what weeped from my body and began to tap at my puckered portal. Each press a little deeper, each circle a little wider. When he finally invaded my body his finger pushed in as deep as he could twisting as it went searching for that hidden spot. He pressed it hard. I arced off the mattress then cried out in pain as my wrapped ribs protested. In my pain, I clenched down on his invading finger. “Please…Cedric. Stop. My ribs…”
“I had nothing to do with your injuries. You brought them upon yourself. Endure them.”
I gasped and grimaced in pain and pleasure as He worked his digit inside me. I was allowed to grab at the covers but I couldn’t hold my bonds. The bed shifted as He climbed onto it. I let out a startled cry as his teeth bit my budded nipple. I tensed and hurt my side again. “Yes, my raven beauty, show me that you are with me.”
“Please…stop….don’t do this.”
“You’re my slut, Hans. What else am I supposed to do with a slut? You fuck him.” I groaned as he flicked my prostate repeatedly. He had stopped stroking me when he had gotten enough to slick my passage. He tapped me internally again. I shook my head and clenched my teeth. My breathing tightened and…..I ejaculated all over my stomach just from him finger poking my ass.
I started crying. I didn’t deserve this. I wasn’t just a whore….I wasn’t .
“Is there something you want to say to me, Hans?” He kept flicking that finger inside me. My body quivered and jumped.
“Don’t touch me.” I turned my head away from Him.
“What was that? I didn’t hear it from your mumbling.”
“Don’t touch me. Don’t touch me. DON’T TOUCH ME ANYMORE!” I screamed at him. I heard nothing but silence. His hand was still on my ass, his finger buried deep inside me. My stomach clenched tight. He was going to hit me. Defiance was meet with brutality in equal measure. Suddenly he moved and the bed creaked. He withdrew his hand from by body. I stilled everything and even tried to control my breathing. I heard him cross the room then the door opened and closed.
I began breathing again. He left? He left because I told him to? I could feel my cum drying on my waist and chest. What happened? I didn’t understand. Why did he leave me alone...in here? What did He want from me? I closed my legs and curled up as much as I could with my arms chained the way they were. I don’t understand…what does He want from me? What could He want? I’m just a stupid boy of a whore. How can anyone want that? Why would anyone want that.
I screamed. And I screamed…until I couldn’t scream anymore.