Possession

Connor sat up in the room to which he’d been confined. He was constantly surrounded by at least three guards, and after his Doctor’s appointment the number of guards doubled. Surprisingly they hadn’t chained him up again. They just sat him in his cold cell of a room. He examined every corner of it. He looked for loose brickwork, a poorly welded bar on the window, a crack in the floor, or at the edge of a wall. A loose bolt in the chain loops that sat against one wall. Nothing.

The door opened. Connor spun around, immediately taking a rigid stance.

“I see you’ve found nothing in here to help with your escape.” General Vesperian leaned against one wall.

“Not yet.”

“I really suggest that you give up on trying to get loose, but you can continue all you like.”

“I will get free eventually.”

“I would believe you if it were anyone other than me you’d pitted yourself against. I assure you if you try you will immediately fail.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Enough of this. I have come to speak about an entirely different matter.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. Tomorrow you will be going to a fitter’s for a new wardrobe and then a jeweler’s for some proper adornment, then we will purchase you a of groomer and two keepers.”

“What?”

“I’ve decided you are going to be the first pet in my harem.”

Connor’s jaw hit the floor. “What?” Pets were demur… they were refined… they were toy dolls to be paraded around in ridiculous outfits and used as sexual outlets for the elite of Banpo. He was most certainly not going to be any of those things.

Vesperian chuckled. “I see you understand the full connotation of such a decision.”

“You’re fucking nuts if you think that’s going to happen.”

“I assure you that I have no intention of using you as one would a pet, but for all intensive purposes you will become one. Which means you will dress as one, behave as one, etc.”

“No fucking way.”

“I think you will find the arraignment to your approval. The other option is that I sell you to a public bondage brothel. They seem to be the only others willing to purchase you. In fact, they’ve already explained to me in detail why they want you. You’re already scarred up, which is perfectly beneficial to their work, you have a high pain tolerance, and are completely non-submissive. They could earn quite a bit of money renting you out to some of their more violent costumers and no one would bat an eye. You would be a top seller in no time. They’re willing to offer a small fortune for me to turn you over.”

Connor’s eyes were completely narrowed, his teeth and fists clenched tight as Vesperian finished his explanation.

“Or you can agree to be my pet and our little tryst exist only in the public eye.”

“Fuck you!” Connor launched himself at Vesperian. Quickly finding purchase on the other man’s clothing and attempting to bring him down. He immediately realized this was a mistake.

Vesperian, predicted the attack. Finding a hard stance and spinning Connor around to bash into one wall and then tossing him down to the floor. He was immediately upon the boy, wrenching one arm behind the boy’s back while pining the youth’s boy beneath his own. “That sort of resistance is exactly why they want you.” He spoke into one of the boy’s ears and brought the arm up higher as he struggled. “You’ll be taken four or five times a day. Beaten. Used.” Vesperian used his free arm to wrap under the boy and harshly grab Connor’s member through his pants shocked to find it half hard. “They won’t care if you fight to escape. That’s what they’re paying for. That’s why they want you” Vesperian added a few thrusts of his pelvis for demonstrative purposes before the boy struggled again and the member in his hand hardened. Vesperian’s mouth went dry and he stilled above the boy, not wanting to take this any further than it had already gone. “And eventually some particularly rich customer will pay for the privilege to kill you while he fucks you.”

Vesperian stood up. Quickly distancing himself from the boy. “Think about it, Connor.”

Connor was left alone shaking with rage and disgust. He pounded one fist into the floor.

. . .

Selix sat in his newly appointed chamber. Completely dressed to be called upon for that evening, he sat patiently on his bed waiting to be called on to service his Master. He’d spent every moment for four hours carefully making sure to clean and primp himself until he could find no flaw in his appearance with Rae’s patient assistants. The poor groomer had spent two and a half of those four hours assuring him that he was absolutely stunning and that nothing in his appearance would be labeled ‘disgusting’, a word that the pet seemed to repeat every time he found a hair out of place, or a fold of fabric wrinkled. He waited and waited. Worried that the summons would come before he was ready, and now worried it would not come at all. He stared at the door late into the night. Far past the time that Vesperian would call for him. Eventually he allowed Rae to pull him back into the bathroom to remove his robe for the evening and his makeup before tucking him into the bed and assuring him no less than ten times that they would get up early the next morning and repeat the process before breakfast until he was once again flawless for his Master. Selix fought tears for nearly an hour, scarred that one would fall and turn his eyes puffy and red and ruin him for the next morning as well. He forced himself to sleep. Convinced that if he didn’t he would immediately get those puffy dark rings and his Master would once again send him away for the day.

. . .
Commander Vesperian sat across from his brother at the dining room table. His face clearly displeased with last night’s stresses. “How could you let them bring that pet into this house?”

“I could hardly let you refuse a gift from a Coronel and you know that. Misha may be a very dear friend, but he is also your superior as is Lionel.” Darius concentrated on his eggs, tired of the conversation already.

“Now what am I supposed to do with it? I can’t raise a pet. It’s shameful for a man to be treated like an animal or a toy and it’s worse now that I have to do so myself. It’s positively ridiculous.”

“Mikhael, you will do exactly what you are meant to do. You will care for your pet and you will treat him with all the respect and dignity you would treat any gift from a superior officer and a friend.”

“But I don’t want that pathetic thing anywhere near me.”

It was exactly at that moment that Selix entered the room. The bright smile on his face immediately faltered, slipping away. He stared at the floor desperately fighting the quivering in his vocal chords. “Good morning, Master. Good morning, General Vesperian.”

“Good morning, Selix.” General Vesperian replied shooting his brother a rather harsh look.

Selix immediately went to his Master’s feet, his heart thumping loudly. He feared more than life itself that his Master would once again deny him a seat at his Master’s feet. “I’m sorry I’ve displeased you again this morning, Master Vesperian.”

“There is nothing to apologize for. Get up and sit at the table.”

“Yes, Master” Selix’s voice was low and quiet, he fought to keep his voice still and steady. His mind was racing a million miles a minute. He begged for a single moment alone with his Master so that he might apologize profusely and properly. Exposing his emotions only to his Master as proper pets must. He desperately fought tears, fought to take long slow breaths as opposed to the hyperventilating ones that his body longed for. His heart practically stopped as if stabbed. Tears shined in his eyes as he sat next to his Master, praying with all his heart and soul that he would not be commanded to move further away. He was trying so hard. He must have missed something this morning. For the life of him he couldn’t imagine what. They’d spent hours upon hours grooming him. His longer gown was appropriate for the season and the meal, and the time of day. It was the only thing that he had besides last night’s formal robe, his sleeping gown from last night and the clothing he’d been auctioned in which consisted of a plain pair of pants and a sweeping white top, nothing formal enough for a breakfast with his Master. He ran over every option in his mind. He must have messed his hair while walking through the halls. Had his cheeks begun to flush under his makeup? Was his eyeliner too long in the corners of his eyes? He’d told Rae he thought it was a bit too long, that it might make him look cat-like. Rae said it looked charming and sensuous on him. But no he probably looked like a cold and disheveled cat-boy and not the elegant creature that his Master deserved. Again he forced his breath in steady breaths, desperately trying to remain composed. Completely fearful that he would cry and ruin himself beyond repair. He would have to come up with something beautiful for this evening. Something that would truly be worthy of his Master.

“I’m going to buy my pet a new wardrobe this afternoon. Perhaps you should do the same for yours.” Darius said, fully aware that his brother would not know that his pet probably only came with a day or two of clothing tops.

“Perhaps you should take him with you brother.”

Selix wanted to stab himself in the chest with the butter knife beside his plate. He stared at the fruit on it and thought he might be sick. How could he eat at a time like this?

“I think its only appropriate that his clothing be purchased to suit your tastes and not mine, Commander.”

The brother’s shared a heavily weighted stare.

“Yes I suppose I shall have to do so this afternoon then.”

“Well I’m off for the morning. Good-bye, Selix. I hope you enjoy shopping.”

“Good-bye General Vesperian. I’m sure to enjoy anything with Master there, General Vesperian.”

Darius chuckled as he left the room. His poor brother had no clue how to deal with such a delightful pet.

“We will leave around mid-day, Selix.”

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry to be of trouble, Master.”

“No trouble, Selix. It must be taken care of.”

Selix stared at the table. “Yes, Master.”

“Selix.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Look at me.”

“Yes Master.” Selix raised his eyes to his Master, Utterly afraid of what he would find.

“You don’t have to call me Master.”

Selix’s eyes became big and round. He was being given away already? But it had only been one night? Tears really did fall from his eyes before he could stop them. He immediately moved to brush the ugly things aside. “I’m so sorry, Mas…” Selix cut himself off with a light sob. “I’ll excuse myself from your presense, Master.” Selix immediately stood and made his way quickly from the room.

For a moment Mikhael was stunned. One moment the boy had been completely calm and the next he was bawling openly. “Selix, stop.”

Selix immediately froze a step in front of the door. Attempting to stop his body from trembling and stop the tears, ruining his make-up and the pitiful sobs that kept building in his chest.

“What is wrong with you?”

Selix turned and immediately through himself at Master Vesperian’s feet. “I’m so sorry, Master. I really did try hard after last night. I’m so sorry that I disgusted you last night. I didn’t mean to… I waited all night and I realized that you were so displeased you couldn’t even see me and I tried this morning… I really did. Only Rae said my eye liner was fine and that the gown would be okay and I was worried that you’d hate it and you did and now you’re getting rid of me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Master. I really did try, Master. Please don’t get rid of me already, Master. I know I don’t deserve to sit at your feet, but I’ll try harder! I can do better! Really I can! I promise.”

Selix was crying hysterically over his boots. His fists clenched as he hunched over as if to prevent himself from grabbing onto them. Mikhael dropped to his knees and pulled the smaller man into his arms. “Calm down. Selix. Calm down.”

The younger man visably tried and failed.

“Shhh… shhh… It’s okay. I’m not getting rid of you. You didn’t do anything wrong. Here Sit up.”

Selix looked up at Mikhael his eyes welling up and spilling over even as he fought not to cry.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. Nothing. You looked radiant last night and you look radiant this morning.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“No more of that, Selix. Really you looked beautiful. You still do.” He wiped the tears from the younger man’s eyes. “I’m not used to having a pet Selix. I’m really rather opposed to the idea of treating you like some toy. I didn’t call you last night because I don’t want to use you. I don’t want you to just be some toy, okay? I tried to treat you like any other man.”

“But I’m yours, Master. I just want to be yours!”

Selix broke into tears again and Mikhael pulled him into his arms.

“Calm down… How about we start over okay.” Selix still cried into his shoulder. “I’m still not okay with treating you like a pet, but we can go shopping and you can pick out all the cloths and jewelry you want. Tonight we’ll have dinner and discuss this further okay?”

Selix nodded in his shoulder. “Yes, Master.”

“Now go and get cleaned up and we’ll leave okay?”

Selix beamed brightly dispite his tears. “yes, master.” He sniffled and left the room to return and clean up.

Mikhael stood up and collapsed in his chair. “What the hell am I supposed to do with him?”