Chains of Love
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
9,400
Reviews:
30
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
"Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
Chapter Three
Title: Chains of Love
Writer: Lorettasilks
Summary: Deep in the forests, isolated a mansion where men are turned into pleasure slaves a Father will do anything and everything to save his son. But dwellings of the mansion are sacred, and Alex will soon learn there's a bigger force out there controlling them all.
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Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited"
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Chapter Three
David looked at the newly made empty bed.
They’d taken one of the boys in the middle of the night without having wakened anyone. When they’d waken they’d seen the bed had been made with no evidence that someone had ever slept on it.
Billy had cried even though he hadn’t known who the boy had been. Lucas had merely crossed himself and said a prayer. Leo had merely watched them.
When the basket came around that day, they’d done the same; Leo had separated the meals and had given everyone their share.
There was nothing to do in the room but sit around with each other. No one wanted to talk, at night the bed stayed empty and Billy had crawled into David’s and Luca’s bed unwilling to caught sleeping alone. But there had been no need, no one fell asleep that night and no one had come had walked in at the dead of night to whisk one of them away.
“What do you think happened to him?” Billy nervously thumbed the thin shirt that draped over him, a new set of clothing had been provided to them this one a pair of white silk tunics and matching set of pants, the other clothes had been collected to wash.
“Probably what’s going to happen to us,” Lucas thumbed the glittering jewelry on his navel and looked up at them through a fall of dark hair, David watched.
It would be later when the guards walked in and separated the group. Lucas glanced back at David as he was led away with another group the opposite way. Billy clung to David as they were led the other way, Leo followed emotionless as the guards kept close to them.
Just as they were nearing a double-sided door one of the guards pushed into the group and grabbed Billy wrenching him from David.
“Ah! Help! David! David!” Billy kicked and flailed as the guard picked him up and threw him over his shoulder heading away from the group. David rushed forward and held onto Billy’s hand until one of the guards ripped him away, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as Billy cried out for him to save him before his voice drifted further away and David couldn’t hear him anymore.
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“David—!”
A hand clamped down over his mouth as the burly guard dragged him to where the two other men awaited for them. They walked down the clearing to a hidden path where overgrown vines wrapped around the coarse stone walls. The shade of tree brush had been left unattended and now spread above them to nearly obscure the light of day. They dragged him deeper into the forest and further away from the majestic mansion. Inside the dense forest the sweltering of plants hid the sun, rays of light peeked through snarled branches and lit their way to a small clearing to a stone wall stood where a door made of heavy iron and wood stood, one of the guards grabbed the ancient iron handle and pulled. Though dark, the opening revealed a row of stone steps leading down towards the underground earth.
The guard holding him picked him up from where he had fallen to his knees. He wrapped a muscular arm around his throat and pressed against him as they made their way inside. Another door stood there but this one was made of steel with one additional guard standing by to open the door for them.
The new guard grinned, “A new one?”
“Pretty little prison bitch.”
He laughed and locked the steel door behind them, “They’re going to love you,” he said as they continued through a row of hallways.
Alex watched with startled wide eyes, heart hammering, the arm around his throat cut off much of his breathing passage way and he felt ready to pass out. The guard though appeared to have noticed and let off on the pressure just slightly but continued to hold him tightly against him as he let him walk on his own, an arm still tight against his chest and arm.
The hallways were dome shaped, made of heavy stone with only the dimness of the bulbs illuminating their way. A draft crept through the halls that made him shiver a little as they neared another dim lit corridor where another guard sat beside a new door.
It was of steel and iron, the bolts around the door were the size of a dollar quarter, a steel-trapping latch was set in place locking the door. The guard took one look at him and gave a smile before standing and opening the little messenger window, he spoke in a low rumbling noise before shutting it closed and moved to lift the latch. The door opened and a low wind crawled past them ruffling Alex’s hair, revealing another guard from behind the door. He watched them enter before shutting the door and closing the latches again.
They had entered a large circular room, where cells littered the walls bars in each one. Where the hallways had been silent this one was filled with the moans and whimpers of men.
“Please—" he began, turning to the guards.
The backhand he was dealt caused his ears to ring. He was dropped onto the stone floor so abruptly it jarred his bones as he heard the waking sound of a cell door opening. Hands grabbed him and dragged him into the cell, the lock clicked into place and he was shut in, the smell of earth, wood and stone heavy in the air. Alone he heard the whimper and felt the sting of tears burn his eyes as he realized it had come from his own throat.
Movement caught the corner of his eye and he backpedaled clinging to the bars, crying out “Oh my god!”
A body was curled in the corner of the cell.
A bruised young man who couldn’t have been more than nineteen watched him with wary eyes. Bruises littered his body, cuts marred his bony back and looked as though they had been made by a belt. He was propped on his knees in the corner, bare. Wearing nothing but the abuse visible on his slender body. His hair a dark blonde was dry and his skin appeared gray in the dim light. He eyed Alex like an animal ready to bolt.
“Oh my god,” he breathed and reached a hand towards the young man “Who—what happened to you?”
The young man only stared back with those sunken, empty, blue eyes.
“He’s done for,” replied a voice that startled Alex. He turned to look for another occupant but did not find one besides him and the boy. He noticed a small little opening covered in bars nearing the wall adjacent to him, to what looked like water filters attached to the floor. He bent down and caught sight of a hand in the next cell.
“The kid, he’s done,” said the voice, and then Alex saw a brown eye staring at him as well. He couldn’t see the other man’s face because of the bars blocking his vision but he could make out the face of a man who appeared to be a little younger than he in the next cell.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“They don’t want a broken toy to play with.”
“Who—who doesn’t want a broken toy?”
“The suits who come.”
“My son,” tried Alex and felt the sting of tears, “They took my son, where is he?”
Silence answered him.
He tried again “My son, he’s only seventeen and they took him up into the mansion and they brought me here. Why? What do they want from us?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No! What do they want?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? My son, they took my son away from me! My husband, we were supposed to meet him at Nestle Lodge! He knows we were to meet him, he’ll--he'll call the police when we don’t show up.”
The man gave a tired throaty chuckle, “No one’s coming.”
Before Alex could reply a ringing bell sounded across the walls and the sounds of whimpers and cries began to fill the air. The young man in his cell began to scream at the sound scratching at his face, long lines digging into the flesh of his cheeks eyes wide mouth agape releasing a guttural scream.
“Oh my god, oh my god!”
The cell door was thrown open as two guards burst into the cell and made their way inside. They grabbed the young man by the throat pressing him against the floor keeping him down with a boot smashed against his bloody cheek, they trapped his hands in handcuffs and then proceeded to beat him.
Horrified Alex could only watch as the two over grown men pummeled the frail boy with fists, elbows and feet. They punched repeatedly to the floor, hitting every body part in sight. When the boy stopped moving they paused before each grabbed a hand and foot and carried him away out of the cell, the boy but a mere broken doll in their hands.
One of the other guards cornered him against the cell shoving his head between his own thighs, a hand putting pressure on the back of his neck. Alex could feel the pain that bloomed across his neck as he was held in the awkward position.
“The next time I catch you talking,” gritted out the guard holding him down, “I’ll cut that fucking tongue out of your mouth,” before shoving him against the wall and releasing him.
The cell door clanged shut and Alex cried in fright. He was left on shaky hands and knees as he palmed the back of his neck, bruised and hot it burned and ached when he tried to lift his head. Tears leaked down his cheeks as he brought his knees to his chest, helpless.
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Comments: Apologies for the long wait and any spelling mistakes. I've come to realize from the people who have commented on my stories that there is a wide array of likes and dislikes. For one, Chains of Love seems to be a favorite for many, for others its 3-Corner Love who takes the cake and very few who've come across Sin's Fall, or are impatient for the romance and sex to start >.< sorry. Its fascinating and I cant help but be happy that so many people are so gracious and nice saying how much they like my story. It really does mean a lot for an amateur to hear such nice feedback, on that note I'd like to thank Dekorx_Ao, Lisa, Lilac, Takumi Fujiwara, a fan, preciouslittlehope, bambi4real, and SunaoTsuji and to those who rated as well your reviewing really pushed me into updating so you're entitled to this chapter and thank you for commenting it really drives me to work on my writing and posting.
Writer: Lorettasilks
Summary: Deep in the forests, isolated a mansion where men are turned into pleasure slaves a Father will do anything and everything to save his son. But dwellings of the mansion are sacred, and Alex will soon learn there's a bigger force out there controlling them all.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited"
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Chapter Three
David looked at the newly made empty bed.
They’d taken one of the boys in the middle of the night without having wakened anyone. When they’d waken they’d seen the bed had been made with no evidence that someone had ever slept on it.
Billy had cried even though he hadn’t known who the boy had been. Lucas had merely crossed himself and said a prayer. Leo had merely watched them.
When the basket came around that day, they’d done the same; Leo had separated the meals and had given everyone their share.
There was nothing to do in the room but sit around with each other. No one wanted to talk, at night the bed stayed empty and Billy had crawled into David’s and Luca’s bed unwilling to caught sleeping alone. But there had been no need, no one fell asleep that night and no one had come had walked in at the dead of night to whisk one of them away.
“What do you think happened to him?” Billy nervously thumbed the thin shirt that draped over him, a new set of clothing had been provided to them this one a pair of white silk tunics and matching set of pants, the other clothes had been collected to wash.
“Probably what’s going to happen to us,” Lucas thumbed the glittering jewelry on his navel and looked up at them through a fall of dark hair, David watched.
It would be later when the guards walked in and separated the group. Lucas glanced back at David as he was led away with another group the opposite way. Billy clung to David as they were led the other way, Leo followed emotionless as the guards kept close to them.
Just as they were nearing a double-sided door one of the guards pushed into the group and grabbed Billy wrenching him from David.
“Ah! Help! David! David!” Billy kicked and flailed as the guard picked him up and threw him over his shoulder heading away from the group. David rushed forward and held onto Billy’s hand until one of the guards ripped him away, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as Billy cried out for him to save him before his voice drifted further away and David couldn’t hear him anymore.
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“David—!”
A hand clamped down over his mouth as the burly guard dragged him to where the two other men awaited for them. They walked down the clearing to a hidden path where overgrown vines wrapped around the coarse stone walls. The shade of tree brush had been left unattended and now spread above them to nearly obscure the light of day. They dragged him deeper into the forest and further away from the majestic mansion. Inside the dense forest the sweltering of plants hid the sun, rays of light peeked through snarled branches and lit their way to a small clearing to a stone wall stood where a door made of heavy iron and wood stood, one of the guards grabbed the ancient iron handle and pulled. Though dark, the opening revealed a row of stone steps leading down towards the underground earth.
The guard holding him picked him up from where he had fallen to his knees. He wrapped a muscular arm around his throat and pressed against him as they made their way inside. Another door stood there but this one was made of steel with one additional guard standing by to open the door for them.
The new guard grinned, “A new one?”
“Pretty little prison bitch.”
He laughed and locked the steel door behind them, “They’re going to love you,” he said as they continued through a row of hallways.
Alex watched with startled wide eyes, heart hammering, the arm around his throat cut off much of his breathing passage way and he felt ready to pass out. The guard though appeared to have noticed and let off on the pressure just slightly but continued to hold him tightly against him as he let him walk on his own, an arm still tight against his chest and arm.
The hallways were dome shaped, made of heavy stone with only the dimness of the bulbs illuminating their way. A draft crept through the halls that made him shiver a little as they neared another dim lit corridor where another guard sat beside a new door.
It was of steel and iron, the bolts around the door were the size of a dollar quarter, a steel-trapping latch was set in place locking the door. The guard took one look at him and gave a smile before standing and opening the little messenger window, he spoke in a low rumbling noise before shutting it closed and moved to lift the latch. The door opened and a low wind crawled past them ruffling Alex’s hair, revealing another guard from behind the door. He watched them enter before shutting the door and closing the latches again.
They had entered a large circular room, where cells littered the walls bars in each one. Where the hallways had been silent this one was filled with the moans and whimpers of men.
“Please—" he began, turning to the guards.
The backhand he was dealt caused his ears to ring. He was dropped onto the stone floor so abruptly it jarred his bones as he heard the waking sound of a cell door opening. Hands grabbed him and dragged him into the cell, the lock clicked into place and he was shut in, the smell of earth, wood and stone heavy in the air. Alone he heard the whimper and felt the sting of tears burn his eyes as he realized it had come from his own throat.
Movement caught the corner of his eye and he backpedaled clinging to the bars, crying out “Oh my god!”
A body was curled in the corner of the cell.
A bruised young man who couldn’t have been more than nineteen watched him with wary eyes. Bruises littered his body, cuts marred his bony back and looked as though they had been made by a belt. He was propped on his knees in the corner, bare. Wearing nothing but the abuse visible on his slender body. His hair a dark blonde was dry and his skin appeared gray in the dim light. He eyed Alex like an animal ready to bolt.
“Oh my god,” he breathed and reached a hand towards the young man “Who—what happened to you?”
The young man only stared back with those sunken, empty, blue eyes.
“He’s done for,” replied a voice that startled Alex. He turned to look for another occupant but did not find one besides him and the boy. He noticed a small little opening covered in bars nearing the wall adjacent to him, to what looked like water filters attached to the floor. He bent down and caught sight of a hand in the next cell.
“The kid, he’s done,” said the voice, and then Alex saw a brown eye staring at him as well. He couldn’t see the other man’s face because of the bars blocking his vision but he could make out the face of a man who appeared to be a little younger than he in the next cell.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“They don’t want a broken toy to play with.”
“Who—who doesn’t want a broken toy?”
“The suits who come.”
“My son,” tried Alex and felt the sting of tears, “They took my son, where is he?”
Silence answered him.
He tried again “My son, he’s only seventeen and they took him up into the mansion and they brought me here. Why? What do they want from us?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
“No! What do they want?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know? My son, they took my son away from me! My husband, we were supposed to meet him at Nestle Lodge! He knows we were to meet him, he’ll--he'll call the police when we don’t show up.”
The man gave a tired throaty chuckle, “No one’s coming.”
Before Alex could reply a ringing bell sounded across the walls and the sounds of whimpers and cries began to fill the air. The young man in his cell began to scream at the sound scratching at his face, long lines digging into the flesh of his cheeks eyes wide mouth agape releasing a guttural scream.
“Oh my god, oh my god!”
The cell door was thrown open as two guards burst into the cell and made their way inside. They grabbed the young man by the throat pressing him against the floor keeping him down with a boot smashed against his bloody cheek, they trapped his hands in handcuffs and then proceeded to beat him.
Horrified Alex could only watch as the two over grown men pummeled the frail boy with fists, elbows and feet. They punched repeatedly to the floor, hitting every body part in sight. When the boy stopped moving they paused before each grabbed a hand and foot and carried him away out of the cell, the boy but a mere broken doll in their hands.
One of the other guards cornered him against the cell shoving his head between his own thighs, a hand putting pressure on the back of his neck. Alex could feel the pain that bloomed across his neck as he was held in the awkward position.
“The next time I catch you talking,” gritted out the guard holding him down, “I’ll cut that fucking tongue out of your mouth,” before shoving him against the wall and releasing him.
The cell door clanged shut and Alex cried in fright. He was left on shaky hands and knees as he palmed the back of his neck, bruised and hot it burned and ached when he tried to lift his head. Tears leaked down his cheeks as he brought his knees to his chest, helpless.
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Comments: Apologies for the long wait and any spelling mistakes. I've come to realize from the people who have commented on my stories that there is a wide array of likes and dislikes. For one, Chains of Love seems to be a favorite for many, for others its 3-Corner Love who takes the cake and very few who've come across Sin's Fall, or are impatient for the romance and sex to start >.< sorry. Its fascinating and I cant help but be happy that so many people are so gracious and nice saying how much they like my story. It really does mean a lot for an amateur to hear such nice feedback, on that note I'd like to thank Dekorx_Ao, Lisa, Lilac, Takumi Fujiwara, a fan, preciouslittlehope, bambi4real, and SunaoTsuji and to those who rated as well your reviewing really pushed me into updating so you're entitled to this chapter and thank you for commenting it really drives me to work on my writing and posting.