I was His
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Adult ++
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6
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61
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I am
I am…
by
Kiix
March 23, 2007
Word Count 6,000
Q: herry was give an option to sleep alone.why didn't he take it?
A: Hans is still a brothel boy. He has not found his sense of worth / being /Soul. It was a test, which he didn’t pass.
Q: The silver collar means freedom or slavery?
A. I haven’t decided yet. Remember, this was just a oneshot. I had no plans to make this a full story. I’m working things out as I go. Thanks for staying with me though!
Q: “He was almost mine". some how i think that C might even love him deep inside more then he think and by not allowing herry to touch himself. wants to make H to dependent of him.i am right? he would rather have him aS a lover and not a son.
A. To the outside world, and to the mysterious “THEM” who have the power of life and death, orphans are expendable. If Cedric can show familial ties to a son, and not a slave, Hans just might be allowed to live. A permanent lover…..maybe, I’m not done plotting
Q: i like the words "very lion was once a cub". so that means the C was once a cub, a "whore". and because he was once in herry place that is why wants to help him, because he know what he feels. and because some one helped him, no?
A: Yes, Cedric was once a whore. He found his way out of that life and is offering that lucky break to a chosen few..if they haven’t been broken totally.
Thanks for the reads & reviews – and the beginning. Yes, this was a one shot but ya seem to like this darkness of mine. It’s freaking me out a bit, but I’ll continue. By the by – hey Loyal….new name for the 3 installment “Caramel” sticking with the “C’s” and the food/essence. Toodles. : Drkdreamer; Saminada, Lioncourt; lala11; sesshomarunaraku; CaFFy and Black Opal (poor kitten with the mangled paw)
The door to my room unlocked and swung open. I turned toward the sound. The approaching gait wasn’t Him. “Summers?”
“You got it right the first time, Hans.”
“Did I…did I hurt you?
“Not much. You have pretty wicked fingernails…which I am here to trim. Then you can come out of your room.”
I tried not to flinch as he sounded closer than I expected. He took my hand and lead me back to the bed. He clipped my nails quickly. He inspected my toenails as well and trimmed those that needed it. He caught my chin and turned my head to the right then the left inspecting the tape to make sure I didn’t touch my bandages.
“I’ll run a bath. You can’t get the bandages wet.”
I sat in a warm bath, the water scented with lavender. Summer handed me a nylon scrubbie and basically watched as I cleaned myself. That wasn’t something new. I never left alone for any thing, even if I had to use the toilet. It was something I just had to endure, because I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Scoot up toward the taps, Hans. I’ll wash your hair. It’s looking pretty greasy. Lean back, keep your face up.”
My hands gripped the side of the tub carefully as warm water washed over the my forehead and back through my hair. A floral scented shampoo got worked into my scalp. I couldn’t remember anyone ever doing this. Not even mom. My throat tightened. Summers dumped handfuls of water through my hair. I started crying. I pressed my hands to my eyes and hunched over pressing my chest to my knees. A towel got rubbed into my head immediately.
“Drop your hands. Did you get them bandages wet?”
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“No harm done. Get up. Here.” Summers handed me a towel then helped me step out of the bath. He combed my hair as I dried myself. “There is a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the bed. Get your pants on. You back is all red and scratched. I have a suave to put on before your put your shirt on. You’ll eat up in the dining room from now on.”
My back was tender. I thought it was because I was chained in the bed, but I could feel the raised welts and scratches as Summers rubbed something greasy into my back. I was glad my eyes were taped shut as my body reacted just by that gentle touch. Cedric was right. I was broken to the bed. Someone just trying to help me have me a hard on. I hunched my shoulders forward. I don’t want to be a slut. I didn’t have to be one now. But…aside from being the bastard kid of the county whore, what else could I be? I knew nothing else. What did He say? Can I get out of that bed? Where do I go once I get up? There is nothing out there for me…except Him.
He wants me either as the whore or as something else…someone who could stand up. I can stand up…can’t I? I have to try. I…I deserve better than this. I’ve done nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have to pay for what my mother did. None of this was my fault.
“Get your shirt on. We’ll go upstairs…then we’ll go outside. You’re pale, Hans. You could use some sun.”
I never cried. Not once. Even when they first started raping me. I just went someplace else. Somewhere not so horrible. Even when Mr. Happy Knife attacked me, I didn’t cry. But…I couldn’t stop now. My hands grabbed at the cool grass and the warm dirt. Something so simple, meant so much. I laid down in the softness I survived 1460 days of hell yet a handful of grass cut me deep. I rubbed my face against the soft blades and cried for all that I lost in those 1460 days.
Finally there was a crunch, crunch, crunch of someone approaching. I was never alone. I’d gotten used to that. I lifted my head and sat up then pushed myself into ‘position’. I thought I hear a low curse. Summers spoke up from the left of me. “You’ve got a sunburn. I forgot to give you sunscreen.”
“Do I have to go inside? Can I just move to the shade?”
“Give me your hand. I’ll lead you to a tree.”
I sat up and stuck my hand up and Summers caught me by my fingers and pulled me up. Summers let me touch the bark of the tree before moving my hand off his shoulder. I pressed my forehead to the rough texture and whispered to him. “You were broken to the bed too, weren’t you?”
Summers stilled. The only sound was the soft summer wind rustling the leaves of the maple tree. At least I thought it was the maple tree.
“Why would you think that?”
‘Because you’re kind.”
“No, I’m not.” He returned gruffly.
“I know kindness, Summers. I haven’t had any in a long, long time.” Silence rose up between us. I nodded and let my hands snake around the trunk.
“Once…not as long ago as I would like.”
I closed my eyes behind the bandages. My voice was barely a whisper but this was more than I spoke in years. I didn’t count, “Yes, master”; “harder”; “faster” or screams of pain as conversation. “Can I make it beyond the bed?”
He let out a deep breath. “Cedric will not allow this kind of conversation.”
“Just a yes or no.”
“My opinion shouldn’t matter to you. It’s up to you to decide your fate, Hans.” He stepped in close until his lips touched my ear. I tensed but kept still. “I didn’t see much hope for you until you ran. Now…maybe. The rest is up to you.”
“Thank you.” I hugged the tree. It was natural and it didn’t judge. It didn’t care I didn’t know who my father was. It didn’t care that I’ve had more cock up my ass or in my mouth than I wanted to remember. It didn’t care that I was scared enough, to the point of wanting to go back to the cage and the whore’s bed cause it was familiar. Tears wet my bandages worse than the bath tub.
“I want you to live. It’s that simple and that difficult.”
Cedric’s words played around my head. I sank down into the grass at the base of the tree and just felt the wind, the sting of the sunburn, the heat of the day. My cock was still hard in my pants. I couldn’t do anything about it…Yes I could.
Cedric
I leaned against the rough bark and felt the grass beneath my hand. He had given me a choice…a simple one. Live or die. I pulled one blade of grass and held it up to my nose relishing the fresh scent. Live or die. I’ve already made that choice.
That evening before dinner, I heard the metallic thunk of Cedric’s watch on the table. “Begin.”
“I woke up.” My voice trailed off.
“That’s it? Two seconds?”
I took a steadying breath. “No, Cedric. It’s eighteen years.”
There was nothing but silence in the room. I could hear the sound of the blood pounding in my ears. “Good boy. Sit down. Let’s eat.”
Summers caught me hand and lead me back to the table. He pushed the chair under me and then walked off. I brought my hands up and felt for the plates and the silverware. I turned my head toward my benefactor. “Cedric….I would like you to …I….”
His warm hand landed on the back of left hand. “I said you did not have to beg. I am honored…” He picked my hand up and pressed warm lips against my knuckles. “I am honored to be your first lover, Hans.”
I started crying again. Now that I had found my tears, I couldn’t shut them off. The chair scraped back and I found my head pressed against his waist. Tentatively I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his waist. I felt a hand under my chin and I raised my face. Cedric kissed me, like an equal, like a man…like someone who had worth.
“Eat…you’re too skinny.”
He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip then returned to his seat. A slight smile crossed my lips. I can’t remember the last time I smiled—even a slight one. Cedric began to chat with Summers. I didn’t mind being left out. I was… No. I am. I reached out my left hand. Cedric caught it and ran his thumb across my knuckles.
I am His.
by
Kiix
March 23, 2007
Word Count 6,000
Q: herry was give an option to sleep alone.why didn't he take it?
A: Hans is still a brothel boy. He has not found his sense of worth / being /Soul. It was a test, which he didn’t pass.
Q: The silver collar means freedom or slavery?
A. I haven’t decided yet. Remember, this was just a oneshot. I had no plans to make this a full story. I’m working things out as I go. Thanks for staying with me though!
Q: “He was almost mine". some how i think that C might even love him deep inside more then he think and by not allowing herry to touch himself. wants to make H to dependent of him.i am right? he would rather have him aS a lover and not a son.
A. To the outside world, and to the mysterious “THEM” who have the power of life and death, orphans are expendable. If Cedric can show familial ties to a son, and not a slave, Hans just might be allowed to live. A permanent lover…..maybe, I’m not done plotting
Q: i like the words "very lion was once a cub". so that means the C was once a cub, a "whore". and because he was once in herry place that is why wants to help him, because he know what he feels. and because some one helped him, no?
A: Yes, Cedric was once a whore. He found his way out of that life and is offering that lucky break to a chosen few..if they haven’t been broken totally.
Thanks for the reads & reviews – and the beginning. Yes, this was a one shot but ya seem to like this darkness of mine. It’s freaking me out a bit, but I’ll continue. By the by – hey Loyal….new name for the 3 installment “Caramel” sticking with the “C’s” and the food/essence. Toodles. : Drkdreamer; Saminada, Lioncourt; lala11; sesshomarunaraku; CaFFy and Black Opal (poor kitten with the mangled paw)
The door to my room unlocked and swung open. I turned toward the sound. The approaching gait wasn’t Him. “Summers?”
“You got it right the first time, Hans.”
“Did I…did I hurt you?
“Not much. You have pretty wicked fingernails…which I am here to trim. Then you can come out of your room.”
I tried not to flinch as he sounded closer than I expected. He took my hand and lead me back to the bed. He clipped my nails quickly. He inspected my toenails as well and trimmed those that needed it. He caught my chin and turned my head to the right then the left inspecting the tape to make sure I didn’t touch my bandages.
“I’ll run a bath. You can’t get the bandages wet.”
I sat in a warm bath, the water scented with lavender. Summer handed me a nylon scrubbie and basically watched as I cleaned myself. That wasn’t something new. I never left alone for any thing, even if I had to use the toilet. It was something I just had to endure, because I couldn’t do anything about it.
“Scoot up toward the taps, Hans. I’ll wash your hair. It’s looking pretty greasy. Lean back, keep your face up.”
My hands gripped the side of the tub carefully as warm water washed over the my forehead and back through my hair. A floral scented shampoo got worked into my scalp. I couldn’t remember anyone ever doing this. Not even mom. My throat tightened. Summers dumped handfuls of water through my hair. I started crying. I pressed my hands to my eyes and hunched over pressing my chest to my knees. A towel got rubbed into my head immediately.
“Drop your hands. Did you get them bandages wet?”
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“No harm done. Get up. Here.” Summers handed me a towel then helped me step out of the bath. He combed my hair as I dried myself. “There is a pair of jeans and a t-shirt on the bed. Get your pants on. You back is all red and scratched. I have a suave to put on before your put your shirt on. You’ll eat up in the dining room from now on.”
My back was tender. I thought it was because I was chained in the bed, but I could feel the raised welts and scratches as Summers rubbed something greasy into my back. I was glad my eyes were taped shut as my body reacted just by that gentle touch. Cedric was right. I was broken to the bed. Someone just trying to help me have me a hard on. I hunched my shoulders forward. I don’t want to be a slut. I didn’t have to be one now. But…aside from being the bastard kid of the county whore, what else could I be? I knew nothing else. What did He say? Can I get out of that bed? Where do I go once I get up? There is nothing out there for me…except Him.
He wants me either as the whore or as something else…someone who could stand up. I can stand up…can’t I? I have to try. I…I deserve better than this. I’ve done nothing wrong. I shouldn’t have to pay for what my mother did. None of this was my fault.
“Get your shirt on. We’ll go upstairs…then we’ll go outside. You’re pale, Hans. You could use some sun.”
I never cried. Not once. Even when they first started raping me. I just went someplace else. Somewhere not so horrible. Even when Mr. Happy Knife attacked me, I didn’t cry. But…I couldn’t stop now. My hands grabbed at the cool grass and the warm dirt. Something so simple, meant so much. I laid down in the softness I survived 1460 days of hell yet a handful of grass cut me deep. I rubbed my face against the soft blades and cried for all that I lost in those 1460 days.
Finally there was a crunch, crunch, crunch of someone approaching. I was never alone. I’d gotten used to that. I lifted my head and sat up then pushed myself into ‘position’. I thought I hear a low curse. Summers spoke up from the left of me. “You’ve got a sunburn. I forgot to give you sunscreen.”
“Do I have to go inside? Can I just move to the shade?”
“Give me your hand. I’ll lead you to a tree.”
I sat up and stuck my hand up and Summers caught me by my fingers and pulled me up. Summers let me touch the bark of the tree before moving my hand off his shoulder. I pressed my forehead to the rough texture and whispered to him. “You were broken to the bed too, weren’t you?”
Summers stilled. The only sound was the soft summer wind rustling the leaves of the maple tree. At least I thought it was the maple tree.
“Why would you think that?”
‘Because you’re kind.”
“No, I’m not.” He returned gruffly.
“I know kindness, Summers. I haven’t had any in a long, long time.” Silence rose up between us. I nodded and let my hands snake around the trunk.
“Once…not as long ago as I would like.”
I closed my eyes behind the bandages. My voice was barely a whisper but this was more than I spoke in years. I didn’t count, “Yes, master”; “harder”; “faster” or screams of pain as conversation. “Can I make it beyond the bed?”
He let out a deep breath. “Cedric will not allow this kind of conversation.”
“Just a yes or no.”
“My opinion shouldn’t matter to you. It’s up to you to decide your fate, Hans.” He stepped in close until his lips touched my ear. I tensed but kept still. “I didn’t see much hope for you until you ran. Now…maybe. The rest is up to you.”
“Thank you.” I hugged the tree. It was natural and it didn’t judge. It didn’t care I didn’t know who my father was. It didn’t care that I’ve had more cock up my ass or in my mouth than I wanted to remember. It didn’t care that I was scared enough, to the point of wanting to go back to the cage and the whore’s bed cause it was familiar. Tears wet my bandages worse than the bath tub.
“I want you to live. It’s that simple and that difficult.”
Cedric’s words played around my head. I sank down into the grass at the base of the tree and just felt the wind, the sting of the sunburn, the heat of the day. My cock was still hard in my pants. I couldn’t do anything about it…Yes I could.
Cedric
I leaned against the rough bark and felt the grass beneath my hand. He had given me a choice…a simple one. Live or die. I pulled one blade of grass and held it up to my nose relishing the fresh scent. Live or die. I’ve already made that choice.
That evening before dinner, I heard the metallic thunk of Cedric’s watch on the table. “Begin.”
“I woke up.” My voice trailed off.
“That’s it? Two seconds?”
I took a steadying breath. “No, Cedric. It’s eighteen years.”
There was nothing but silence in the room. I could hear the sound of the blood pounding in my ears. “Good boy. Sit down. Let’s eat.”
Summers caught me hand and lead me back to the table. He pushed the chair under me and then walked off. I brought my hands up and felt for the plates and the silverware. I turned my head toward my benefactor. “Cedric….I would like you to …I….”
His warm hand landed on the back of left hand. “I said you did not have to beg. I am honored…” He picked my hand up and pressed warm lips against my knuckles. “I am honored to be your first lover, Hans.”
I started crying again. Now that I had found my tears, I couldn’t shut them off. The chair scraped back and I found my head pressed against his waist. Tentatively I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his waist. I felt a hand under my chin and I raised my face. Cedric kissed me, like an equal, like a man…like someone who had worth.
“Eat…you’re too skinny.”
He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip then returned to his seat. A slight smile crossed my lips. I can’t remember the last time I smiled—even a slight one. Cedric began to chat with Summers. I didn’t mind being left out. I was… No. I am. I reached out my left hand. Cedric caught it and ran his thumb across my knuckles.
I am His.