The Rape of Innocence

\" Please Father, I must speak to you\"

The priest nods solemnly, before stepping aside. The young woman entered, clutching her rain soaked shawl tightly around her thin shoulders. This is not the first night that some disheveled youth has found their way to the steps of the church. This woman seems different from the others though. Despite her haggard, rain-soaked appearance, the woman appears to be more than some street rat. Her graying red hair has been pulled back into a bun, the loose wet strands of hair plastered to the pale skin of her face. She wears a dull gray dress, which is plastered to her slim frame.

\" Come my child, we shall speak of things. But first I must get you out of those wet clothes\" the priest says, closing the doors behind the woman.

He is stopped by the woman\'s dainty hand clutching the sleeve of his robe. There was a wild look in her eyes, her skin growing paler as she quickly shook her head. This alarmed the priest, who moved to remove her hand from his sleeve. He wondered if the woman was suffering from some type of sickness, the dark circles underneath her eyes suggesting she had been without sleep.

\" Please, I must speak to you in confession Father\" the woman said, her hands clenching into fist.

The priest nods, before turning, leading the woman towards the row of confessional booths. She follows after him, almost silent in her steps, her hands clenching the fabric of her dress. He is almost tempted to look behind him, though does not. The young priest cannot help but wonder what has driven the woman to come to this church in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.

\" Very well my child, I will hear your confession,” the priest says as he enters the confession booth.

The woman enters also, silent for a few minutes. The priest knows she is there, he can hear the sound of her breathing heavily. Once again he wonders what weighs so heavily on the woman\'s mind. He knows he cannot push, sitting in silence before finally she speaks.

\" Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been two months since my last confession\" she begins softly, voice barely above a whisper and the priest strains to hear her. \" I have committed a most horrible sin.\"

He could hear the woman crying, moving closer to the wall that separated them. \" Go on my child.\"

\" I... Seventeen years ago I sold my only son to slavery.... He was a beautiful little boy. Had blue hair just like his father\" the woman said, wiping at the tears gently sliding down her face. \" So beautiful... I was young; I thought I would never see him again... But I...\"

The woman stopped, her sobs growing louder at this point. The images of her child, the man he had become now were burned into her mind. Each time she closed her eyes she saw the sin she had committed replay itself over and over again. She had not only doomed herself, but also her child to the burning pits of hell.

\"I too became a slave. My master, he was a very cruel man... In order to free myself I had to....\" she cut off once again, covering her face with her hands. \" The sin of incest! My own child... I did not know when I first met him. A small part of me knew but I could not believe it!\"

The priest\'s eyes went wide with surprise as he heard the woman’s confession. \" What do you mean? What are you saying woman?\"

The woman presses her hands over her mouth, muffling her screaming sobs. \" That bastard! He made me sleep with my own flesh and blood! Him and that man, they laughed about it. I lied to my son, playing out some sick fantasy they wanted to see...\"

The woman rose quickly, and before the priest could stop her, fled from the confession booth. He heard the doors of the church being thrown opened; the doors slamming behind the woman as she quickly disappeared into the night. He ran out into the night, stopping as he felt the heavy drops of rain beating upon him.

\" God forgives you!\" he shouted into the cold night\'s air, hoping that it would bring some small bit of solace to the woman.

xxx

Michas relaxed back against the velvet chair, watching in boredom at the slaves who danced before him. Once again he had been suckered into attending another of his cousin\'s wild parties. The only reason he had come this time was because Kaiser had told him that Korin was sick and in need of his medical attention. However, when he had arrived, Kaiser had banned him from seeing the boy; instead dragging him off to attend this stupid party.

\" There\'s no need to look sour, cousin. You shall see Korin later on,” Kaiser said, taking a flute of wine from one of the servants.

He knew about the previous interaction between his cousin and his slave. He had been the one to order it after all. Kaiser was a man that enjoyed having all the pieces on the playing field under his control. By using Korin, he knew he could control his cousin, knowing all about the man\'s ridiculous crush on the boy. It was amazing on some days, though annoying on most days.

\" I told you over the phone that I did not want to be here\" Michas muttered under his breath, looking away from one of the slaves who smiled and beckoned him to come forward.

Kaiser noticed the look on Michas face. It made him grin. Taking a strand of his cousin\'s blond hair, he twirled it around his index finger. Every since they had been children he\'d always had a special -- interest, on might call it-- in Michas. There was just something about the man, his almost obsessive belief in religion, the way he buried his lust and wants under a veil of worship. It made Kaiser want to make him sin.

\" If I had blue hair like him, would you be as interested in me?\" Kaiser asked, leaning over to breath in the scent of his cousin\'s hair. \" Perhaps, I will give you a chance to prove how much he means to you.\"

Michas pushed his older twin away from him, staring at the man in shock. This is not the first time his brother has acted this way towards him, yet he still has not gotten quite used to it. As children, his mother used to keep them separated, saying that she did not trust his cousin. Kaiser\'s father had been a strange man, Michas could remember not being allowed to spend nights there anymore. The family had always believed it was because of Kaiser\'s father, that Kaiser was the strange man that he was today. Michas believed that had nothing to do with it.

\" Do not touch me in that manner\" Michas hisses, knocking Kaiser\'s hand away.

The elder of the two say nothing, simply looking back at the show as if nothing had happened. There is a smirk on his face as he glances over towards his cousin, who is now sitting tensely in his seat. His eyes linger on his cousin, slowly moving downward. Michas is dressed in plain clothes as usual; a simple white button down shirt and tight blue jeans. Even in such plain clothes, they still look good on the man. His lips curl into a smirk as he imagines what his cousin must look under those clothes, how helpless Michas would look bound to his bed.

\" Calm down cousin, no one will judge you here. Not even your god\" he says, chuckling as he sees Michas beautiful lips turn downward in a frown.

He turns in his seat, slowly trailing a finger down Michas\'s chest. \" Such beauty... It is no wonder Korin desires you so badly\" he whispered, leaning over, lips brushing against his cousin\'s ear. \" What would you do, for a chance to be with him?\"

Michas\'s tensed beneath that touch, his heart racing. \" I don\'t want him in that way.\"

\" Don\'t lie to me Michas. I know you much too well\" Kaiser replied, slowly beginning to unbutton Michas\'s shirt. \" I see how you look at him. The way you touch him when you think no one is looking. I know, how much you enjoyed his touch. The feel of his lips around you, driving you to a place that not even your god can take you...\"

Kaiser was a master at seduction, lips trailing down over his ear to his neck, biting his skin gently. Michas trembles beneath his lips, gasping softly as Kaiser\'s hand dips beneath the waistband of his pants, fingers teasing the front of his underwear.

\" A thong? I would have never imagined you wearing something like this\" Kaiser murmurs, chuckling softly. He moves his hand deeper, feeling Michas\'s hips jerk forward as the tips of his fingers press gently against his slowly hardening shaft.

\" Kaiser please!\" Michas whispers, his voice anything but aroused.

Once again he is reminded of the incident that caused the two of them to be separated. He had been young, only six or seven at the time.

\" Let me touch it!\"

Kaiser had been twelve at the time, and Michas\'s personal hero. Whatever the older boy had told him to do; Michas did with no questions asked. Even on that day he had been afraid of disobeying Kaiser.

\" K-Kaiser, it hurts!\"

\" It hurts because you\'re not doing as I said. Now be quiet!\"

That day, Michas\'s mother had walked in to see her son being sodomized by his older cousin. Kaiser\'s father had simply blown if off as two boys experimenting, while Michas\'s parents had been enraged. For hours they had taken turns shouting at Kaiser\'s parents. Michas could remember his mother holding him, crying as she apologized for leaving him alone with a monster like Kaiser. He had not understood at the time why every one was so upset. He had only thought they had been playing a game. Now that he was an adult, he knew better.

\" There\'s no need to be upset cousin. We\'re not children anymore\" Kaiser whispered, looking down at Michas\'s now fully aroused penis. \" Do you remember? That day I put my dick inside of you? Even though you cried, I know you liked it. \"

Kaiser\'s hand gripped him both tightly and gently at the same time, his body stiffening as his cousin\'s hand moved up and down in his lap. Several times Michas\'s hipped jerked forward, biting down on his lower lip in an attempt from having his moans heard. Around them, several people watched them, giggling amongst themselves at they’re host\'s newest toy.

It amazed him to hear his cousin\'s breathe become shallow, quickening as he throbbed and pulsed in his hand. His lips were against Michas\'s neck, nibbling and suckling. It was not long before his bites became harder, tugging at the tender flesh of his neck, leaving bright red marks against his pale skin. The growing crowd around them grew closer, their comments becoming louder as even the slaves stopped their dancing to watch.

\" Such a good boy...\" Kaiser whispered, the movements of his hand beginning to speed up. \" Just like when we were children... Do not hold back.\"

Michas came with a loud sob, his body shuddering as a large stain appeared on the front of his pants. His mouth hung open, eyes squeezed tightly as his hips continued to jerk several times. When finally the spasms ended, he sat panting heavily against the seat, his mouth moving to cover his mouth. It was in that moment, when the high of his orgasm had died down, that he was filled with shame. He moved to rise, only to be held down by a large gray haired man standing behind him.

\" We\'re not finished yet, love\" Kaiser sneered, holding his come-stained hand in front of his cousin\'s hand.

The blonde knew what was wanted of him, the events of the past playing out before his eyes once again. Closing his eyes tightly, he leaned forward, face flushed as he began to lick his release from the hand of his cousin. His body shuddered in disgust, as he tasted the salty substance, gagging as he quickly finished before moving back. He felt sick in the pit of his stomach, his face reddening more as he heard the people around them laughing and whispering. He knew they were laughing at him, whispering about how much of a whore he must look.

As Kaiser rose from his seat, the entire party went silent, all eyes on him. This was the way he preferred things, wanting to be the center of attention of all things. Standing before the crowd he begin to undress, hearing the appreciative sighs coming from several of the partygoers.

\" I have an offer for you cousin. An offer I believe you will not refuse\" Kaiser said, moving to seat himself in his cousin\'s lap. His hands pushed aside the folds of the shirt, fingers skimming over light pink nipples. \" If you please me, I promise, he will be yours.\"

This caught Michas\'s attention, a battle ranging inside of him as he was torn between his cousin\'s offer and what he knew deep inside was right. What he was doing was a sin. A mortal sin. No amount of prayer would cause God to forgive him, not this time. He was in full knowledge that he was committing a sin. It was a slap in the face to God.

\" I.... can\'t\" Michas said softly, his voice trembling as he spoke. \"Please don\'t make me.\"

Kaiser smiled, leaning forward to nibble Michas\'s nipple, hearing the younger man groan. Even if Michas protested, he knew his cousin well enough to know what it took to seduce him. It was not long before he felt his cousin pressing against his backside, grinning as he rocked back against him.

\" I\'m not making you do anything Michas\" he replied back, taking Michas\'s hand in his own, gently suckling his index finger. \" Don\'t you love him Michas? I will let you take him from me. This is what you\'ve always wanted, right? The chance to have him as yours. I know you would treat him much better, you would never hurt him.\"

The words weighed heavily on him. If he owned Korin, the boy would never have to fear being hurt again. Never again would Korin be forced to have sex with some stranger. In fact, he would not force Korin to have sex at all. He would treat him better than Kaiser, than anyone who had ever owned the boy. He would prove to Korin how much he really loved him. They would be able to live happily ever after.

\" I accept your offer.\"

A tube of lube was pressed into his hand, whispering voices egging him on. Running purely on instinct, he coated his fingers, gripping Kaiser\'s hip as he eased a finger into him. He felt his cousin tense for a moment, before relaxing, his finger sinking further inside. He felt both aroused and disgusted by this act at the same time. He told himself that it was his love for Korin that fueled him on, denying the dark feelings dwelling inside of him. Soon a second finger was pressing against his cousin\'s entrance, slowly sinking in to the first knuckle.

\" M-Michas\" Kaiser moaned, his body shuddering once again as it adjusted to Michas\'s fingers.

Gripping the arms of the chair, Kaiser lowered himself down onto the erect shaft beneath him, his soft groans filling the air. He whispered his praises to the crowd, his hands resting on Michas shoulders as he began to move. The others watched, some beginning to touch them self, while others turned to each other and the slaves. It was usual for Kaiser to put on shows like this, though never before had his toy been this handsome. It also pleased some to see Kaiser\'s usually uptight cousin acting just as debased as one of them.

\" What a lover. Will you give us a go too?\" one of the people from the crowd asked jeeringly.

Michas gripped Kaiser\'s hips tighter as thrust upwards into the man. It was the first time since his teenage years that he had been with a man. Back then, he\'d only been with two men, each one just strangers that he had picked up from some bar or tavern. Even though he hated admitting it to himself, the men both had something in common. Both had resembled his cousin in some way.

\" Tell the truth Michas, I\'m the best you\'ve ever had\" Kaiser whispered into his ear, sinking his teeth into his cousin\'s earlobe.

Michas closed his eyes, even though the image of his cousin\'s face was permanently burned into his mind. Even with his eyes closed, he could still see Kaiser\'s slightly flushed face. He could not deafen himself either, each moan passing his cousin\'s lips seeming to blare in his ears. Inside he knew he was tarnishing his soul, making a deal with the devil.

He groaned as he felt Kaiser tighten around him, gasping as he felt a cooling heat against his stomach and chest. Kaiser\'s orgasm triggered his own, groaning out Kaiser\'s name as he came inside of the man. His fingers tightened around his hips, the two moaning softly as they panted softly for air, Kaiser\'s head rested against his shoulder, the man breathing softly into his ear.

\" You were as good as I thought you would be\" Kaiser said, a grin on his face as he sat back. \" As agreed, Korin is now yours. I will have his papers turned over to you tomorrow.\"

Michas felt relief spread through his body; his head tilting back against the chair. He shuddered as he felt Kaiser\'s fingers running through his hair, soft kisses being pressed against his shoulder. He wanted Kaiser to move, feeling ill as he felt Kaiser release cooling on his body. All that mattered now was that soon Korin would be his, and the boy would be safe.

\" I don\'t think Korin likes that idea too much\" he suddenly heard Kaiser say, his eyes widening as he looked up.

Standing there in the doorway of the ballroom was Korin, a scowl on the young man\'s face. His eyes moved from his master to Michas, and the man could see tears forming in the boy\'s eyes.

\" Korin, wait!\"

It was too late, the blue haired young man turning and running from the ballroom, slamming the doors behind him. Michas stared blankly at the spot where Korin stood, looking up as he heard Kaiser chuckling softly. He could not help the sinking feeling growing in his stomach that he had just made things worse between himself and Korin.

Author\'s Notes: Finally, another chapter done! Sorry it took so long to get this uploaded. Only one more chapter left before the end of The Rape of Innocence.