Ian's Story

Chapter three: Frustrations

The dripping perspiration from Ian’s brow burned his eyes and from it emitted an unpleasant scent. It had been days since Ian had showered. He imagined that he was quite filthy after everything that had occurred the past few days. It was finally morning and the sun glowed brightly in the beautiful crystal blue sky spotted with thick white mounds.

Ian exhausted from such a hard night could barely breath and was frankly having a hard time controlling his urge to scratch his aching wounds. They were beginning to crust over and stick to the sheets beneath him. Though this was true the pain had never really subsided. There was still a dull sting that caused his eyes to twitch periodically.

Silently Leandro walked into the room barely acknowledging the chained up Ian lying inaudibly and nearly falling in and out of a fainting spell. He opened the curtains wide causing a bright yellow ray of sunlight to invade the room highlighting everything in its path.

“Your punishment is officially over Ian,” Leandro said, loosening Ian’s painfully tight chains. Ian nearly blacked out after being relieved from his binds. They left a bright red ring around his ankles and wrists almost down to the bone.

“I Hope you have learned your lesson my love. I don’t want to ever have to go through that with you again,” He said, lifting Ian’s weak body into his arms. His creamy skin looked dingy almost brown from the dirt he had been exposed to and his hands and ankles were covered in dried blood and sweat. Ian’s legs dangled weakly from side to side as they had been flung over Leandro’s arms gently.

“Don’t…don’t touch me,” Ian said weakly, moving slightly to adjust. He had only managed to bury himself deeper into his masters arms.

“I’m going to bathe you. You’ve been through quite a lot in only four days of being with me,” Leandro said, carrying Ian off and into his bathroom. The lighting inside was dim almost calming. The walls were covered in a shelves holding a variety of shampoos and conditioners along with some sponges and wash cloths. The floors were black and silver marble that glistened under his feet like diamonds in the sunlight but the focal point of the room was the exceptionally large bathing area. Like and island all on its own small pebbles and tropical plants lined the bath tub. Steam rose and disappeared from the surface of the scolding hot water while soft ocean sounds echoed throughout the room. It was like nothing Ian had ever seen before.

The hot water felt good on Ian’s skin as Leandro dipped him into the burning liquid. His cuts sizzled and burned with contact, sanitizing and closing the wounds. He grimaced at the feel but his toes curled in the excitement of finally getting a decent bath. One he had hoped would be of his own accord.

“Are you going… to stay?” Ian asked, letting his body relax in the comforting waters.

“Yes. I have found out that I absolutely cannot trust you being alone. Your judgment skills are quite distorted so if I have to I will be with you always until you decide that you want to obey my orders,” He replied, pushing Ian’s head underwater to get his hair wet. Ian rose to the surface nearly choking on the scolding hot water as Leandro began messaging a fruity smelling substance into his knotted tresses of scarlet.

“I can bathe myself…master,” Ian said under his breath. He hated addressing him in the manner but in order for him to gain Leandro’s trust he needed to be as obedient as possible until he let his guard down enough for Ian to escape for good this time. He had a new plan one that couldn’t possibly fail.

“I understand that fully Ian but until I can trust you everything dealing with you will be done by me,” Leandro said, dunking Ian’s head beneath the water once again. He grabbed a small scrub brush lathered in soap and began to scrub Ian’s nooks and crannies. Bathing Ian was beginning to arouse him highly. The boy was unusually beautiful. His skin so creamy and smooth just like rose petals dipped in the creamiest of creams and his silky hair was remarkable, slightly curly at the ends and shoulder length just like he preferred it. He was toned perfectly, nearly every part of his beautiful body and he longed to feel that perfect mound of flesh between his legs. It bounced slightly with each movement he made and rose slowly as he messaged Ian’s abdomen with the scrub brush. He could feel Ian’s body tense.

Ian’s face turned a bright red when Leandro moved ever so close to his personal parts. He moved away almost instantly.

“Come back over here Ian. We’re not done here yet,” Leandro said, watching Ian in the most stern but lustful stare. Ian only moved back further.

“I can…I can wash myself master,” He responded, covering himself with both hands. He sunk deeper into the now warm water.

“I understand that Ian but right now I am the one bathing you and you will be still now come here. I hate to repeat myself,” Leandro warned, folding his arms somberly.

Ian didn’t move an inch only stared straight ahead, eyes covered by the wet mass of hair atop his head. He knew that it was wrong for his master to touch him in that way. He knew of his intentions and he knew what would happen to him in the process.

“No…master,” Ian said, moving back even further.

With the flick of Leandro’s wrist Ian’s body uncontrollably began to glide towards him. Once in arms reach he backhanded Ian viciously nearly causing him to black out from the shock.

“Listen to me the first time I request something of you Ian. It will only end in pain on your part,” He said sternly. A bright red hand print began to emerge on the left side of Ian’s face.

Ian’s lip quivered as the tears began to cloud his eyes. His face numbed and felt as if he had been hit with a piece of sheet metal. He reached up to nurse the now throbbing area.

Leandro pressed Ian’s back against his chest gently his head resting in the crook of Ian’s shoulder.

“Ian you are so remarkably beautiful,” He whispered into his ear. Ian shivered as Leandro’s warm breath collided with his sensitive lobe. He wanted so much to block him out. He wanted so much to turn around and give him the punch he so much deserved but he knew that he was no match for his master. He had known that Leandro was nearly 1000 years old by the paleness of his skin. His hair was breathtakingly long and silver and nearly covered every inch of his thin face. His eyes were also silver and thin almost frighteningly thin and daunting. Everything about him spoke fear. There were a variety of rings covering his ears and one above his brow and dangling from his lip. It made a clinking sound every time he spoke.

“Master please….please,” Ian pleaded, wishing that what he expected to come wasn’t going to.

“Shhh Ian. I have not intended to take you just yet. I want your first time to be special Ian…very special,” he whispered once again. His tongue slithered from between his lips and delicately sucked at Ian’s ear lobe before turning him so they were face to face. Ian turned away immediately.

“Look at me Ian,” Leandro commanded, biting at Ian’s sensitive neck. With surprise Ian turned and at the very moment Leandro captured Ian’s lips in a passionate kiss. He sucked gently at Ian bottom lip until he was granted entrance into the warm passage, nipping and sucking at Ian’s tongue.

“No!” Ian shouted, biting down almost by instinct onto Leandro’s tongue. Immediately Leandro pulled back to nurse his injured and now bleeding tongue.


“You have harmed your master,” Leandro said with a bit of surprise in his voice. He still held Ian tightly in his grasp.