Innocence Broken

Chapter 4: Warren

Ezra’s fingers travelled slowly up the inside of Matt’s leg, his touch like a butterflies wings. His hand gently passed over Matt’s cock, making the smaller man’s breath catch in his throat. A deep chuckle rumbled through Ezra’s chest. Matt placed his hands flat against the hard plains pushing against him, ‘Stop please... don’t do this.

Ezra didn’t acknowledge Matt’s plea. Instead his cold hands slid the leather jacket off Matt’s shoulders letting it gently fall to the floor. His lips played along Matt’s neck, gently sucking on his collarbone. Matt tried to focus, to fight, his mind screamed that this was wrong but his body didn’t seem to care. All his body cared about was the way Ezra’s teeth gently teased his skin and how every time Ezra moved his leg it rubbed against Matt’s hardening dick.

Matt tried to stop it but his eyes fluttered shut, letting Ezra’s lips slowly explore his neck. Matt didn’t even notice that they had moved until, suddenly, he felt Ezra lower him onto the cold, black silk sheets. His body froze and his eyes snapped open. He was naked and Ezra’s shirt was somehow gone. Fear flooded his senses. ‘No! Stop please!’ Matt shoved at Ezra’s chest. There was a deep growl above him and a hand cruelly hit into his chin, forcing him to stare into icy blue eyes, ‘this will be happening Matthew. If you fight me, it will hurt you.’ Matt felt the blood in his veins freeze, his body going numb and the dark dead gleam in Ezra’s eyes left Matt with no doubt of his choice.

Matt swallowed around the sudden dryness in his throat and tried to speak, but Ezra crashed their lips together in a possessive battle. Ezra’s hand started to explore Matt’s body; the large cool hands slid slowly down over his ribs and down his narrow waist. The cold iron-like fingers stopped only to dig slightly into Matt’s narrow hips. Slowly, kisses trailed down Matt’s body, until Ezra reached the pale rosy nipples. A burning heat flickered across his right nipple, pulling a surprised gasp from Matt. Leisurely Ezra’s tongue teased his nipples, gently drawing each one into his mouth and rolling it with his tongue. Matt bit hard into his lip trying to suppress the groans that threatened to burst from him. He squeezed his eyes shuts and bit harder as pleasure rocked his body. Blood suddenly began to seep down his chin as his teeth broke his skin.

Ezra’s tormenting stopped. Twin red orbs looked up into Matt’s frightened green eyes. A smiled tugged at Ezra’s full lips as he pulled himself up Matt’s body, letting his own body brush against Matt, until he was directly looking into Matt’s eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he leant down and licked the blood from the swollen lips. This was too much for Matt; anger over-rode his fear and he brought his knee up quickly, connecting with Ezra’s genitals with an animal like roar. He pushed against the momentarily stunned vampire, managing to knock him sideways. Matt scrambled off the bed, crashing onto the floor landing painfully on his hands and knees.

Matt had barely hit the floor when Ezra’s larger body was upon him, pinning him underneath him. Matt’s air rushed out of him with a swoosh. ‘Matthew, stop this! I was going to make you’re first time enjoyable… but now it seems a lesson is in order,’ Ezra hissed the last words against Matt’s ear. Matt tried to move away from the vampire but a strong hand grabbed Matt’s right arm and twisted it painfully behind his back, forcing Matt’s face onto the wooden floor. Matt choked back a sob as he felt Ezra force a finger deep into Matt’s anus. Matt wanted to die. Tears began to slide down his cheeks he tried to move, to pull away from the abusing finger, but the more he moved the more Ezra twisted his arm behind him.

‘This is you’re own doing Matthew, I can be a gentle, caring lover. Maybe this,’ Ezra forced a second finger into Matt, ‘this is what you really wanted?’ Matt shook his head. He opened his mouth to speak but all that escaped was a sob as Ezra forced a third finger within him, scissoring his fingers. Matt could feel something warm sliding down his leg, fresh tears slid down his cheeks, knowing intuitively that he was bleeding. Relief flooded Matt as Ezra pulled his fingers out. Matt started to relax, only to tense once more as Ezra forced himself inside of Matt in one violent thrust.

An animal-like scream tore from Matt’s throat and pain rushed through his body. He felt as if he was being torn in half. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to block everything out. He wanted to feel nothing; not the way Ezra’s fingers dug into his hips or the warm breath that tingled his neck. He heard Ezra’s moans and dug his fingers into the floor, trying to focus on anything else. After what seemed to be an eternity he felt Ezra’s speed change and finally, after thinking that this couldn’t get any worse, Ezra cried out his name and released his seed deep into Matt’s abused body.

Ezra let Matt slowly slide to the floor as he stood. Matt didn’t think he could move. He heard Ezra open the door, then Ezra’s voice floated to him penetrating his despair. ‘Think of that as pleasure, if you misbehave again I will punish you Matthew.’ Matt didn’t want to think about what kind of ‘punishments’ Ezra could do to him if what he had just experienced was pleasure. Matt gingerly rolled onto his side, reaching out to the bed. Matt pulled the silk sheets over his body and slowly let the exhaustion take over. Why is he doing this? Why me? Why did you do this Jason, why?

Matt awoke sometime later; the bloody semen had dried in flaky patches on his bruised body. Matt felt sick at seeing himself this way. He slowly pushed himself up, pain pulsed through him but he refused to stop until he was standing. He looked around the room and found a small silver tray with some bread and a note left by the door.

Beloved, please eat this when you are ready. If you want to wash, use the bathroom to your left. Ezra

Matt looked around the room. He hadn’t noticed another door earlier. Gingerly he moved around the bed and pulled the heavy door open, stepping into a bathroom that was bigger then Matt’s apartment back home. The room was decorated in blood reds and black marble and directly in front of him was a floor bathtub that looked like a pool, four sinks and a shower that could hold at least five people. Why does a vampire need four sinks...? Shaking his head, Matt looked longingly at the bathtub but didn’t really want to try sitting at the moment. He walked over to the black marble shower, turned the water on and let the hot water burn his sore skin. He didn’t know how long he stood under the spray nor did he remember rubbing the skin raw where Ezra touched him.

Finally, he turned the water off and turned around to find himself staring at the chiselled chest of another man. Slowly Matt’s eyes wandered over the man’s body, tight black pants were tucked into knee-high riding boots, a loose blood red shirt brought out the dark red hair lights in the short chestnut brown hair. Twin hollow brown pits glared down at Matt, who swallowed and slowly backed up until his back was pressed against the chilly tiles. A hand shot out, quicker then lightning, roughly capturing Matt’s chin and forcing him to be still as the man leant down, not stopping until his empty brown eyes bore into Matt’s alarm filled green globes. His captor smiled, flashing long gleaming white fangs, which pressed against his full, inviting lips. Matt held his breath too scared to try and pull away from the stranger.

A chuckle left the man’s mouth moments before he pressed his cold lips gently against Matt’s neck. It was a strange contrast of gentle, full, soft lips and cold, hard fangs, making the hair on the back of Matt’s neck stand. A voice, like melted chocolate, rolled over his skin making Matt’s breath hitch and heart skip. ‘So you are my master’s new toy?’ Matt felt anger rise within him causing his cheeks to flush. He shoved at the man in front of him, who didn’t move for a heartbeat and then straightened and stepped back. Matt’s breath rushed out of him, hard and sharp. He hadn’t released it for a while. He had been holding it. Shame and embarrassment rolled over Matt as he realised he was stood completely naked in front of a complete stranger.

‘Why the fuck can’t you all just leave me alone?!’ Matt’s voice was hoarse and shook. He glared at the other man, who gently tilted his head as if trying to understand what Matt was saying. Neither moved for a moment until the vampire curtly nodded and turned, walking towards the door. Matt tensed as the vampire stopped and turned back to him, ‘I will leave you, for now, but remember this. When my master tires of you... he will kill you.’ Matt felt his mouth drop open at the vampire; he had spoken so candidly. As if he’d told Matt it was cold outside. Matt just stared at him for a moment before words tumbled from his startled lips. ‘Who are you?’ Matt wasn’t really sure he wanted to know, but the vampire flashed another fanged smiled at him as his honey coated voice played along Matt’s skin, ‘my name is Warren.’