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Adult ++
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He is Almost Mine
Thanks for the reads and reviews. Much appreciated. Sesshomarunaraku your insight is scary. That is exactly that I was trying to show.
He is Almost Mine
By
Kiix
Done March 21, 2007
Words 6000
I listened outside of his room as he screamed. Summers came running up but paused when he saw me standing at the door. I shook my head. He glanced with a look of concern at the door then turned and headed back down the hall. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes. I knew my raven beauty would start up bad habits long forgotten. Since his panicked run a couple of days ago, the nicotine craving had come back with a vengeance. I flicked my lighter and listened as the cries started to fade.
They disturbed me more than I wanted to admit, but they were necessary. He came to me dead. A once pretty fuck toy. He wouldn’t survive anywhere like that. His screams turned into soul wrenching tears. My raven beauty was getting to the point where he could live again. He was being reborn…and it was going to hurt. If I was honest, it was going to take a toll on both of us. I took a long drag and then blew the smoke up in the air.
Orders were to kill him. The family contracts were protection. Those workers who were freed were returned to a family who knew the benefits of silence. Hans had no incentive to keep this quiet. He had no reason to be silent. If I left him alone…he would have killed himself…or they would have killed him. They still might kill him if I couldn’t show progress. I cocked my ear toward the door. There was nothing. I stubbed the cigarette out on the bottom of my shoe.
He was exhausted. He never stirred while I moved around the room. He didn’t even twitch when I cleaned him. I pulled the key and unlocked the cuffs that kept his hands away from his eyes. I wasn’t kidding when I said that he would have to be extra careful with his vision. Still…I lay my hand on his chest, my finger tips touching the delicate silver filigree collar locked around his soft throat. Watching that fierce determination as he crawled up that embankment three days ago, set my heart on edge.. His core fire was banked, not extinguished. That was acceptable.
Now, I just had to stir the coals. He had to find his sense of self. He had to find it soon. We were running out of time. I wanted him free; but, if he had to stay in a cage --that cage would be mine.
I unbuckled his wrists from the leather cuffs and rubbed some salve into the bruises and broken skin. He shouldn’t fight the restraints so much. He might damage his nerves in his wrists.
His voice cracked from the stress he put it under, “What do you want from me, Cedric?”
He turned his bound eyes toward me. I continued to rub at his abraded skin. He seemed calm. The teacher had said that he was intelligent. He caught onto concepts quickly and usually right away. He could as far as he wanted even though he was older than the normal high school student.
“I want you to live, Hans. It is that simple, and that difficult.”
He raised a hand toward the patches on his eyes. “If you touch them, I will lock your wrists back over your head. The physician said to leave them covered for five days. You have two more days to wait.”
“Why…”
“I explained when you first came here, Hans. Where you not listening? You cannot be freed. You must have a Master and I am the only one that wanted you. Why? Because you are beautiful…in spite of this.” I ran a finger lightly up his face. He twitched but didn’t pull away. “You would be too beautiful if you weren’t marked this way. Aside from your physical beauty, I see beyond the surface, Hans.”
“What do you see in me, Cedric?”
“I see a lion, born free but captured and confined. You pace your cage wanting to run the wilds again. I’ve heard your cry, Hans. I’ve heard that lion’s roar. I want that lion’s roar. You fought like a lion in the mud and rain even though you couldn’t see. When you came to the brothel, you were a cub. You fought and raged and they broke you to the bed. Can you get out of that bed? A slut gets fucked. Are you a slut, Hans?”
“I don’t want to be.”
That admission was weak but it was a step in the right direction. “Then find that lion…he’s inside you but he’s been so beaten back so often only tremendous provoking brings him out. If you cannot, you will be nothing more than a slut. I will keep you either way.” For as long as they will allow.
I laid atop him. He stiffened and tensed then his body that I conditioned so lovingly re-acted to the my nearness. “They broke you to the whore’s bed but you learned to hide in it. That is why, I will not allow you to pretend with me.” I splayed my hand on his stomach and used my thumb to circle his navel. “We must break bad habits. You have forgotten how to feel I am giving that back to you.”
“Freedom is earned in degrees, my raven beauty.” I kissed his throat. He breathing hitched but he didn’t pull away. “Since you denied me so vehemently earlier, you will only be relieved at your request. You are not allowed to touch yourself. You are not allowed to rub yourself on furniture. Basically, if you want to cum, you must ask me.” I thought I saw a smirk on his face for the briefest of seconds. “It will not be as easy as you think, Hans. You’ve been conditioned for sex. More sex than you could handle. Your body calls to me.”
I held my hand over his cock. I didn’t touch him but I was close enough to feel the heat pulsing near my hand. He groaned as his cock began to stir. “See, I just have to near you and you hear my call. Ask me, Hans. Ask me and I will fuck you. I will make you cum.”
“Please…don’t…”
“I will touch you, Hans. I will caress you. I will not get you off. If you want that you’ll have to ask me. You won’t have to beg. Just ask.”
I rolled off the bed. “Do I need to chain you down again, little cub? Do not touch your bandages. Do not touch yourself.”
“No, Cedric. I don’t need to be chained. I’m blind, where can I go?”
“I don’t know. You were fighting pretty damn hard to get away, even though you were practically blind then. Think about what I said, Hans. You need only ask and I will be here.”
I got to the door and opened it. “Why? Why are you doing this? No body was picking me anymore. I wasn’t making any money. Why am I here? Why am I still alive?”
He hands were clenched into the covers. His knuckles were white with the strain. “Can you handle the truth, little cub? It’s not pretty.”
“I’m supposed to be dead, aren’t I?”
“Yes. Those I work for, find you to be a dangerous loose end. I have six months to make you less of a hindrance into an asset.”
“Then why are you doing this?” His head was bowed forward. His black hair hung like a shroud of mourning around him.
“Every lion was once a cub, Hans. It was your mother’s job to raise you stand on your own. It was your uncle’s job to provide guidance and values. They failed to do good by you. So, this old cub, who started out like you but had the good fortune to find a private patron is passing on my luck. It is up to you to do something with it. In three months, I will either be your lover/father figure, or I will be your gravedigger. I have dragged you as far as I can. You either walk the rest of the way with me, or you got back to that whore’s bed you’ve been in.”
I paused at the door but there was no sound from him. I shut the door behind me and locked it. He had a steel core but would it be enough? He was not the first cub I tried to help. He would not be the first I shoveled dirt over. It was up to him now. I knocked another cigarette out of my pack and lit it up. He was almost mine.
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He is Almost Mine
By
Kiix
Done March 21, 2007
Words 6000
I listened outside of his room as he screamed. Summers came running up but paused when he saw me standing at the door. I shook my head. He glanced with a look of concern at the door then turned and headed back down the hall. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cigarettes. I knew my raven beauty would start up bad habits long forgotten. Since his panicked run a couple of days ago, the nicotine craving had come back with a vengeance. I flicked my lighter and listened as the cries started to fade.
They disturbed me more than I wanted to admit, but they were necessary. He came to me dead. A once pretty fuck toy. He wouldn’t survive anywhere like that. His screams turned into soul wrenching tears. My raven beauty was getting to the point where he could live again. He was being reborn…and it was going to hurt. If I was honest, it was going to take a toll on both of us. I took a long drag and then blew the smoke up in the air.
Orders were to kill him. The family contracts were protection. Those workers who were freed were returned to a family who knew the benefits of silence. Hans had no incentive to keep this quiet. He had no reason to be silent. If I left him alone…he would have killed himself…or they would have killed him. They still might kill him if I couldn’t show progress. I cocked my ear toward the door. There was nothing. I stubbed the cigarette out on the bottom of my shoe.
He was exhausted. He never stirred while I moved around the room. He didn’t even twitch when I cleaned him. I pulled the key and unlocked the cuffs that kept his hands away from his eyes. I wasn’t kidding when I said that he would have to be extra careful with his vision. Still…I lay my hand on his chest, my finger tips touching the delicate silver filigree collar locked around his soft throat. Watching that fierce determination as he crawled up that embankment three days ago, set my heart on edge.. His core fire was banked, not extinguished. That was acceptable.
Now, I just had to stir the coals. He had to find his sense of self. He had to find it soon. We were running out of time. I wanted him free; but, if he had to stay in a cage --that cage would be mine.
I unbuckled his wrists from the leather cuffs and rubbed some salve into the bruises and broken skin. He shouldn’t fight the restraints so much. He might damage his nerves in his wrists.
His voice cracked from the stress he put it under, “What do you want from me, Cedric?”
He turned his bound eyes toward me. I continued to rub at his abraded skin. He seemed calm. The teacher had said that he was intelligent. He caught onto concepts quickly and usually right away. He could as far as he wanted even though he was older than the normal high school student.
“I want you to live, Hans. It is that simple, and that difficult.”
He raised a hand toward the patches on his eyes. “If you touch them, I will lock your wrists back over your head. The physician said to leave them covered for five days. You have two more days to wait.”
“Why…”
“I explained when you first came here, Hans. Where you not listening? You cannot be freed. You must have a Master and I am the only one that wanted you. Why? Because you are beautiful…in spite of this.” I ran a finger lightly up his face. He twitched but didn’t pull away. “You would be too beautiful if you weren’t marked this way. Aside from your physical beauty, I see beyond the surface, Hans.”
“What do you see in me, Cedric?”
“I see a lion, born free but captured and confined. You pace your cage wanting to run the wilds again. I’ve heard your cry, Hans. I’ve heard that lion’s roar. I want that lion’s roar. You fought like a lion in the mud and rain even though you couldn’t see. When you came to the brothel, you were a cub. You fought and raged and they broke you to the bed. Can you get out of that bed? A slut gets fucked. Are you a slut, Hans?”
“I don’t want to be.”
That admission was weak but it was a step in the right direction. “Then find that lion…he’s inside you but he’s been so beaten back so often only tremendous provoking brings him out. If you cannot, you will be nothing more than a slut. I will keep you either way.” For as long as they will allow.
I laid atop him. He stiffened and tensed then his body that I conditioned so lovingly re-acted to the my nearness. “They broke you to the whore’s bed but you learned to hide in it. That is why, I will not allow you to pretend with me.” I splayed my hand on his stomach and used my thumb to circle his navel. “We must break bad habits. You have forgotten how to feel I am giving that back to you.”
“Freedom is earned in degrees, my raven beauty.” I kissed his throat. He breathing hitched but he didn’t pull away. “Since you denied me so vehemently earlier, you will only be relieved at your request. You are not allowed to touch yourself. You are not allowed to rub yourself on furniture. Basically, if you want to cum, you must ask me.” I thought I saw a smirk on his face for the briefest of seconds. “It will not be as easy as you think, Hans. You’ve been conditioned for sex. More sex than you could handle. Your body calls to me.”
I held my hand over his cock. I didn’t touch him but I was close enough to feel the heat pulsing near my hand. He groaned as his cock began to stir. “See, I just have to near you and you hear my call. Ask me, Hans. Ask me and I will fuck you. I will make you cum.”
“Please…don’t…”
“I will touch you, Hans. I will caress you. I will not get you off. If you want that you’ll have to ask me. You won’t have to beg. Just ask.”
I rolled off the bed. “Do I need to chain you down again, little cub? Do not touch your bandages. Do not touch yourself.”
“No, Cedric. I don’t need to be chained. I’m blind, where can I go?”
“I don’t know. You were fighting pretty damn hard to get away, even though you were practically blind then. Think about what I said, Hans. You need only ask and I will be here.”
I got to the door and opened it. “Why? Why are you doing this? No body was picking me anymore. I wasn’t making any money. Why am I here? Why am I still alive?”
He hands were clenched into the covers. His knuckles were white with the strain. “Can you handle the truth, little cub? It’s not pretty.”
“I’m supposed to be dead, aren’t I?”
“Yes. Those I work for, find you to be a dangerous loose end. I have six months to make you less of a hindrance into an asset.”
“Then why are you doing this?” His head was bowed forward. His black hair hung like a shroud of mourning around him.
“Every lion was once a cub, Hans. It was your mother’s job to raise you stand on your own. It was your uncle’s job to provide guidance and values. They failed to do good by you. So, this old cub, who started out like you but had the good fortune to find a private patron is passing on my luck. It is up to you to do something with it. In three months, I will either be your lover/father figure, or I will be your gravedigger. I have dragged you as far as I can. You either walk the rest of the way with me, or you got back to that whore’s bed you’ve been in.”
I paused at the door but there was no sound from him. I shut the door behind me and locked it. He had a steel core but would it be enough? He was not the first cub I tried to help. He would not be the first I shoveled dirt over. It was up to him now. I knocked another cigarette out of my pack and lit it up. He was almost mine.
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