Possession

Darius Vesperian often referred to as the Invincible Prince, heard all types of languages from all over the empire on a daily basis. This, however, did not prepare him for Connor’s use of the language. After being called several times, ‘A vicious, child murdering son of a calcua whore’ he thought he finally heard it all, only that quickly digressed into even more flavored language, that he dare not repeat even in his own mind. This all led to the situation at hand. Connor sat in the corner of the bathroom cell, head completely soaked as he wretched over the edge of the bathtub a few times, not wanting to go anywhere near Vesperian’s seat, i.e. the toilette. “Are you quite finished?”

Connor glared up from his position on the floor.

“You can keep going. The sink is still full of that lovely soap water you seem so thirsty for, this morning.”

Connor flipped him off and swept his dripping hair back behind his head.

“Pity. I guess we’ll have to relent our play for now.”

Vesperian pressed the lever and the plunger in the sink rose and the water drained. “Now shall we proceed with the day, or are there any other behavioral issues we should deal with.”

“Fuck You.”

“Connor.” Vesperian warned. “Now let’s try to finish our previous discussion. Do you agree to become my pet?”

“Yes.”

“Address me properly.”

“Yes, master Vesperian.”

“Good. Now there are rules to this arraignment that I think you will find favor me entirely.“ Vesperian stared at Connor, who lifted himself to sit on the edge of the tub rather than the floor. “ The first rule being that you are my possession. You are a toy, a pet, something that completely belongs to me and as such completely obeys me. If I want you to hop on one foot you will do so, and you will do so respectfully and immediately. The second being that in public or private, at all times, you are to be seen baring my mark. In this case, I have something special waiting at our second stop. You will obey me and your keepers in public and in this house. I don’t suggest that you continue to defy me. Behave and you will receive more privileges, misbehave and you will be punished immediately. As demonstrated moments ago.”

Connor said nothing, but his eyes spoke out defiantly enough.

“I don’t see why you insist on fighting all of this. I guarantee you I will not be cruel unless you demand it. This is your last chance Connor. This is it. It’s me or a short lifetime of torture. This life I offer you really is worth such little submissions.”

Connor stared at the floor, knowing that this really was his last chance, but not in the way that Vesperian mentioned. It was his last chance to get away. One last ride before he died. He knew he’d come close to it this last time. He would behave. Hell, he could play the pet for a week and then be free of all of this for life. Become this banpo-pigs pet and at the perfect time he would get away… he had to because the alternative meant he would give them no other option to kill him. His next capture would be his last. “Yes master Vesperian.”

“Good. Now let’s go.” Vesperian lef him from the room, where their guards waited to escort the pair for the day.

. . .

Selix happily strolled beside his Master, the robe from earlier that morning had been augmented with the pants from his purchase to create the look that he wore a light jacket and pants. The robe hung upon revealing the taught muscles in his body, not too muscular, but enough so that Mikhael could imagine that he worked his body regularly. They stopped first at the dressers. Mikhael sighed in boredom as the vendor spoke about the various textiles in the shop and styles of the season. Mikhael looked over to find that Selix remained standing and nodded attentively as the shop keeper spoke, absorbed completely. It seemed that the boy was rarely little less than passionate about every moment of his life.

“So what would you like to look at first, Commander Vesperian?”

“I think Selix and I shall browse a bit and call on you when needed.

Selix was in awe of the fabrics. Row after row of beautiful reems of patterns and colors made even his previous wardrobe look like a meager token. Occasionally his eyes caught the perfect shade or pattern, more often than not the price tag was more than he could even imagine spending. It made him question what his previous trinkets and toys had cost. He resisted them entirely, determined that he would be as easy to care for as possible so Master Vesperian would not again be disappointed. He wasn’t a priced pet anymore; he was an inconvenience and sought nothing to exacerbate the already precarious situation.

Michael watched Selix closely. He smiled briefly as Selix tweaked the gown on one of the manikins and immediately made the garment look ten times better, a look of thrill spread over his face before he’d turned back to his task with an amusing amount of serious on his face. Michael watched Selix’s eyes grow wide at the shelves and shelves of cloth, occasionally deft fingers tugged at a few of the fabrics. Each time Selix immediately looked at the price tag and paled, his sight never falling on that shade again, even as he stared at the area around it, checking out other fabrics. Mentally Michael took note of these rolls few and far between.

Again the store clerk came to his side. “Commander Vesperian. What sort of wardrobe will you be looking for today? We have several standard packages available.”

“What are your standard packages.”

“Usually we dress in terms of weeks, Commander. Our standard package is a two week wardrobe, featuring 14 evening outfits, 14 bed dressings, 14 day outfits, 7 morning dressings, 3 sleeping gowns, 9 formal fittings and 5 pairs of shoes. It’s a moderate sized package meant to seasonally augment a wardrobe already in place.”

“And what kind of package to you recommend for a pet with no wardrobe in place?”

“It depends on the level of pet sir.”

“Meaning?”

“For a primary pet I would double or perhaps even triple that. It gives the pet enough of a selection to go for quite some time without replacing items or repeating usage. It incorporates a week or two worth of winter or summer clothing for usage on travel occasions to locals that do not feature our climate and such packages usually include travel luggage for all garments, and traveling cloths as well. Of course, we recommend, oncee a year, coming to buy a standard package to update your pets wardrobe and replace older and worn out garments and four times a year coming to fit your pet with a week’s worth of seasonal wear such as coats, boots, shoes, hair fittings, and lighter or heavier garments.”

“Of course. We’ll take your recommendation and fit him with a full wardrobe. Three times the standard.”

The store owner smiled in pure elation. “Yes, Commander. Are there any fabrics you or your pet are drawn too?”

Mikhael shook his head and leaned back in his chair again.

“We’ll pull up some pieces right away sir. “

. . .

Connor scowled as he sat between the two large keepers on either side of him. Vesperian hired the two strictest and most muscular keepers of the bunch before purchasing the most picky and obsessive keeper only after visiting four separate shops and weighing their staffs. Fortunately enough that meant he had little more to do than sit there while Vesperian and the groomer scanned and picked out jewelry fittings and hair combs.. The price of the keepers alone made him scowl. That type of money could have fed his village for a year. The draper they’d visited after that had been worse. Forced to parade around like a ridiculous pet he’d modeled several outfits and been measured intimately and preciously, down to the length of his cock before they’d left. The sight of the jewelry made his stomach tight and his lips form a more severe frown.

“Here it is.”

Connor looked up and immediately grew skeptical at the look of amusement in Vesperian’s eyes.

In his hands lay a thick brown leather band. Around the leather sat a heavy but thin pair of gold circlets that boldly said in manuscript font ‘General Darius Vesperian’ across them both.

Connor could have thrown up then and there. He attempted to turn around as Vesperian circled him, but two weighted hands came down on his shoulders again. He ground his teeth together as Vesperian wrapped the leather around his neck. The smooth underside warmed and soothed the heat of his skin. One circlet came around his neck and then the other. What he hadn’t expected was the heavy click that came after. Immediately his hands jerked to the back of his neck. His fingers grasped around the small but sturdy lock that now sat in place behind him. His eyes narrowed as he spun around to a smirking Vesperian.

“It looks lovely on you.”

“Take it off.”

“No. You’ll wear it from now on.”

“Take it off.” Connor growled this time. His hands falling to his sides and his fingers forming tight angry fists.

“No. You will wear my mark, pet.”

“I said take this ridiculous thing off of me.”

“I think you are forgetting who is Master here.”

Connor’s hands moved to the circlets again, this time he moved his fingers behind his head and rather than attempt the lock he pushed two fingers on either side and attempted to pull the thing off him, jerking hard in either direction and finding it strangely solid for being made of gold.

“I thought the iron base would come in handy.” Vesperian was behind him again, this time whispering in his ear.

Connor pulled more frantically, as if trying to disprove him.

“If you bend the gold on that circlet I will not be pleased.”

Connor didn’t hear him any longer. He was grunting and indeed bending the thick gold plating around the inside of the top circlet in a sad attempt to free himself.

“Step outside all of you.” Vesperian commanded the group. The groomer left immediately fussing and complaining about his new charge, while the two keeper’s looked shiftily at eachother before leaving the room. Vesperian waited until they were gone. “I said stop pulling on that collar.”

Connor looked right into his eyes before giving it another tug. “Take it off.”

Vesperian’s hands came up before he thought and immediately Connor’s wrists were yanked from the collar.

Connor yanked them back, his attention now centered on freeing his hands and not his neck.

Vesperian immediately slapped the other man, which out of shear shock sent Connor back a few steps and turning. Darius wrapped his hands around Connor’s wrists more firmly and immediately began to wrench his arms forcing Connor to kneel or risk a break.

Pain shot through Connor’s world as his arms screamed in pain. They’d used this technique on his before. He knew if he didn’t kneel they’d break. He grimaced as his knees smacked against the floorboards with a heavy thud.

“You are my pet and you will do as I say. You belong to me. Now and always.” Vesperian’s voice was strained.

“I belong to no one. Never” Connor let out a grunt as his arms wrenched up higher.

Vesperian applied calculated pressure. His mind cold and serious as it planned the training ahead. “You kneel in front of me. My dominance is proven. Accept it already.”

“I’ll die first.”

For the first time in this little spat Vesperian’s temper truly flared. With any of his men this fight would be over. He’d made many a young recruit kneel just like this and they gave in. They accepted his rule, his dominance. The refusal brought his temper to the surface, but with it came a string of something else that made a low growl sound in his throat. He kneeled behind the younger man, transfering both wrists into one palm, “You call me Master. I own you.”

“No own ones me.” Connor jerked his head away and attempted to free himself again now that the angle on his wrists wasn’t as pressing.

Vesperian’s hand came up and circled his throat. “You are mine and you will call me Master.”

“No.” This wasn’t about the word anymore. This was about freedom and that was the one thing Connor never gave up. Never. The hand at his throat tightened again, bruising the flesh beneath the leather band.

“It’s me or death Connor.” You made this choice before. Give in to me or I have no use for you. Vesperian could feel the struggle in the other man. His body huddled away from him and remained tense. Once again it attempted to jerk from him, but he held Connor still. “Choose.”

“Yes Master.”

It came out as a whisper and something thrilled inside Vesperian. “What?”

“Yes Master Vesperian.” The tone was barely above a whisper but it was enough.

Vesperian let him go. His long legs raised him up to his full height. A wide smirk lay across his lips.

Connor stayed where he was. They were just words. That was all it was. Just words. No one owned him. He would still escape, but the words killed something in him. Forced to choose between a chance at freedom and death, he’d chosen but immediately regret it.

“Stand up.”

Connor stood up. His wrists once again bled through his bandages, dripping onto the floor.

“We’re leaving. Follow me.” Vesperian walked from the room.

Connor absently followed, mourning the absence of his last stronghold.


. . .


Michael Vesperian sat simply speechless in the chair at the end of the modeling room. The source of his astonishment and intrigue stood not 10 feet away.

“I think Master likes this one a lot.” Selix flirted to the stunned man in the seat.

“Very well then. I think we have a good idea of what you’re looking for. We’ll send a few garments this evening and the rest of them will arrive within the next two weeks.” The merchant looked between the two men. Shaking his head at the obvious sexual tension, he left Master and Pet alone in the room to enjoy themselves in privacy.

“Do you really like this outfit Master?”

Selix slinked toward Mikhael with enough sensuality that his movements put even the most powerful of cat’s to shame. The tone of the teal set off the boys eyes like shinning gems. The kimono styled garment itself was loosely wrapped around the boys’s waist and dipped now in front to bare more of that slightly toned skin, revealing to those defined abs.

Unaccustomed to such reaction, Selix found himself slipping into the unfamiliar sensual roll with ease. Skills not practiced since the academy came back in an instant as he kneeled in front of his Master. With just the tips of his fingers he traced up Master’s thighs and looked up coyly at Master Vesperian.

As if freed from a block of ice, heat scalded Mikhael wherever those gentle fingertips traced. His body snapped from its frozen state and before he could really think much about who he was or where he was, he grabbed Selix. Pulling the slighter man into his lap, Vesperian crashed his lips over the other man.

For a moment Selix stilled, slightly terrified at such a strong reaction. The second that hot mouth captured his own, his body melted into his Master’s. Master Crus never used him this way, he’d said it was improper, but Selix’s heart raced with the idea that Master Vesperian wanted him.

Mikhael quickly lost the battle between the heat in his pelvis and the nagging in this head. The body in his lap, molded itself to him, fingers gripping tightly while tangling in the back of his hair. Mikhael’s tongue plundered forward into the heated wet mouth attached to his own, plucking small moans and whimpers from his prey. The heat continued to burn him up until he couldn’t breathe and pulled away, his eyes immediately falling on kiss-swollen, red lips.

“Master-“

The one breathless word snapped Mikhael from his undeniably heated state. He stood placing Selix on wobbly legs and turned from the slave to leave.

Selix watched as Master Vesperian left the room. A large smile crossed his face and he sat down in the chair in the room. He touched his lips and felt the heat of his first real kiss burn there. Master Vesperian wanted him…

. . .

Connor said not a word the entire ride home. He remained slump shouldered in the corner of the carriage, his body attempting to blend in with the seat and walls. The silence continued into house and late in the day.

When the doctor came to visit to check on his wounds, her eyes fell on the boy huddled in the corner of the room as worry crossed over her face. “Connor?” Doctor Lanix attempted to wake the boy from his day dreaming.

He didn’t move.

Doctor Lanix approached him and kneeled in front of him. She moved to bring his wrists away from his legs.

He didn’t fight her, he just let her move him.

Surprise lit her angry eyes as she stared at the boy’s wrists, blood soaked well through the bandages far before it should have. “Connor what happened?”

Nothing.

“Connor did you attempt to hurt yourself?”

Nothing.

“Did someone else hurt you?”

Nothing.

She removed the bandages, wincing as dried blood pulled away from reopened wounds.

Connor didn’t flinch.

She redressed them and stormed from the room. Down the hall she stomped, a fire burning in her eyes that left the guards and keepers behind her staring at each other puzzled.

“What the hell happened?” Lanix burst into Vesperian’s office to find him milling through a pile of paperwork and reports.

Vesperian looked up, unamused. “I don’t have time for guessing games Doctor. I’m busy.”

“Darius Vesperian don’t you take that voice with me. General or not you will listen to me.”

He slammed down the file he was reading. “What do you want Lanix?”

“How about an explanation?”

“For what?”

“Don’t play stupid with me Vesperian? I’ve seen the boy’s wrists. I told you not to use wrist restraints. I told you that they’d break open the wounds again and there he is bleeding all over himself. Don’t tell me you didn’t notice. With the way those bandages are soaked it through he had to bleed over everything he touched.”

“I didn’t use wrist restraints and that’s why I called you to look at him.”

“Then what the hell happened.”

Vesperian refused to look her in the eye turning back to his paperwork.

“You did that?” Shock echoed through her voice, her tone becoming accusatory and dark. “You fucking bastard.”

Vesperian said nothing.

“Of all the things I knew you were capable of I never thought torture was one of them.”

“I didn’t. He-“

“He is in a practically comatose state, huddled in the corner of that pitiful little cell you have him in. There isn’t even a bathroom attached to that room. There are blankets, but the mattress is on the damn floor. Do you know how cold it must get in there at night? Pants and a shirt, but no shoes… What the hell is wrong with you? You wanna make this kid a pet project, go ahead, but I told you not to bring him to me bleeding. Not two days later he comes back and is bleeding like a fucking geyser. I never thought torture was how you got your rocks off but now that the secret is out, fuck you!”

“I told you I didn’t torture him!” Vesperian slammed his desk again.

Lanix jumped at the sound

Vesperian’s entire body crumbled into his chair. “I didn’t do it. I just grabbed him… I didn’t mean to- I didn’t think-” Vesperian’s body hardened again, his back becoming rigid against the chair. “Just take care of him.”

“No more messes Darius. This sort of thing doesn’t become you.” With those cold words she left.