Songs from the DARK Jukebox

Back in Black
By
Kiix

July 26, 2009
Word Count: 4138


The bastard was on the cellphone watching me with those hazel eyes as his thumb randomly skipped to different buttons on the controller. He was channel surfing. The only problem was that controller was attached to a cord that was attached to an egg that was lodged within me. It would buzz, rattle or hum at different intensities and revolutions all in time with his fiddling fingers. This was his doodling.

“I believe we hammered out that clause already, Anders. It was agreed to in principal at the time and all forward momentum has been based on that.”

AAaahhhhh. I screwed up my eyes as my head fell back. I was hanging in the back of the limo from specially designed straps. My wrists were wrapped in leather straps that were twisted around my hands. If I wanted to, I could get loose from them but Magus’ sexual torture was better than real torture. Only needed to get on the wrong side of him once to figure that out. I grit my teeth together as he shoved the speed up to the vibrator.

“Hold on for a second, Anders.”

A hand tangled in the back of my hair and jerked my head back up. “Neko-laus...you are to be silent.”

I knew that. I was trying to be but.....I stiffened and snorted as the egg hit my prostate. I felt his palm run up the side of my thigh, cupping my naked ass cheek. “Are you trying to make me mad, Neko?”

I shook my head no.

“I’m in the middle of a business meeting.”

“I’m....sssoooo....” I snapped my teeth together and shuddered as a wave of intensity washed over me.

The vibrator was turned off and I shivered in the air conditioning. My body was covered in sweat and I reeked of enjoyment. Magnus twisted my hand around until the strap loosened on one wrist. I actually listed starboard toward my remaining bound wrist. I hit the door.
“You have permission to touch yourself. Make it good. Show me everything. You cum without my permission you will be punished. Understood, Neko-laus.’

“Yes...Magnus...”

“Good Neko. Now, keep it down.” He eased himself back into his seat and picked up the cell. He made a nod with his head and I wearily pulled myself together. The vibrator was still deep inside me but the controller was on the seat beside him. I leaned heavily against the door, my one hand extended up above my head. I tried to lay myself out as enticingly as possible. My knees parted as I hunched my hips forward.

I was hard. I’d been hard for a while. I think Magnus preferred me to have a hard on most of the day. Kept me out of trouble. I licked my lips. They were parched from my panting. My lids hooded my eyes making look as if I was lost in sexual desire but I was watching my silver haired master. The cell was up to ear but his eyes were eating me alive. I could feel his gaze on my pink tongue as I licked my lips again.

My name is Nicky. My full name was Nicholas Smythe but I lost the right to that when I was convicted of theft by the use of magical means. It was twenty years to life in prison or seven years as a state familiar State familiars have a notoriously short life span. The State Mages are always on the front line of Wild Magic. The familiars take the blow meant for the Mages. Some familiars burn under the intensities of the wilds. When I say burn, I mean suddenly burst into flames. Some, like me, are made of stronger stuff. Of stranger stuff.

I’m from the Wild. I made it over the border in my teens and hid out in the underground and the slums until hunger forced me out to get food. Turned out I was good at it. Too good. I ad a shitload of talent and a little bit of training, which was more than the people I was living with so soon I was make the runs for everyone. At a hefty profit, of course. I was the one taking the risks, so it was only natural that I get the biggest rewards. Too much by some people’s thinking. I got ratted out. They knew right away that I was from the other side of the border. All magically talented individuals on this side were tagged and id chipped from birth. I didn’t have a blip on me when they ran the scanner around me. My crime went from petty theft to crimes against the state which while they said was only twenty years, it really was life...and it wouldn’t be any twenty years to get dead.

There was one chance for me after sentencing. Mages would come in who needed a replace fallen familiars. These were magic hardened fighters who had seen the effect of dark wild magic could do. Since I was from the Wild, and therefore the enemy, the guards took it upon themselves to eliminate any chance I had to getting my sentence commuted to state service. I was laying in a bloody lump, shoved in a corner when the Mages came in. All of us who had been deemed special – meaning magical – were dumped here. All of us had inhibitors on our necks that were just inhuman torture devices. Any attempt at magic would result in a severe shook that only intensified as the magic was prolonged. No one came close to me. I just laid there watching boots walking around the green gray tiled floor. Feet began to leave. A few barefooted inmates went with them. One set of highly polished boots finally made its way over to my corner. He stood there for some time before turning away. I did it out of desperation and fear. I wasn’t going to make it to prison if I didn’t get chosen here. I would rather die out in the open under a magical attack than be clubbed like a rabid dog. I reached out and snagged his ankle. I cursed him with every ounce of power that I could send in a heartbeat. The collar shocked me the same time the bottom of a size ten boot tread got up close and personal.

Needless to say I got his attention.

Arthur Magnus chose me as his replacement familiar. He had me registered with the State as “Neko-laus.” I owe him my life. I’ved saved his life countless of times by absorbing the attack or deflecting it. In gratitude he took me to his bed. I didn’t appreciate it at the time so now I’m his little sex kitten. His show cat. There are times I want to take a lamp to his head because he is so high handed and arrogant but then he could be so caring. I got hit with friendly fire in the back one mission. I heard from the Medics that he linked our magical energies together to insure that I wouldn’t die until all the internal damage could be repaired. Once I was stable, he back traced the bolt and hung that mage out to dry. Of course, I never heard of it from him but it was all over camp that if anyone messed with High Mage Magnus’ wildcat, that would be it for them.

I touched myself. My own hand was a balm to my sensitive flesh. It was so tempting to just start jerking off hard and fast but that wasn’t going to happen. I wouldn’t be allowed. Besides, I would bite out my own tongue rather than admit it, but I got off on making High Mage Magnus all hot and bothered until he lost control and jumped me. His magic was superior to mine, but physically, I could make up the difference. I was taller. I was stronger. Though my body was scarred from various battles, I was prettier. Petite doesn’t last long out in the Wild.

I got a tap to my foot. I turned towards him allowing my knees to fall further apart. I was rewarded with a nod and a slight tightening of the skin around his eyes. I tossed back my hair, the blonde and copper strands laying around my upper body. Once he took possession of me from the prison, that was the one thing he started right away – my hair. I haven’t had a cut in seven years. I began stroking my hot bar of flesh. I could feel the vibrator cord hang out of my portal and brush against my balls. I began to writhe slightly, using the carpet of the limo as a sensation, my arm that was still tied had fallen numb as I rested my head against it.

Hhuunnnnn.

I got a kick to my foot. I opened my copper colored eyes and looked at him through the curtain of my hair. He raised a finger to his lips. He had been sexually stimulating me almost from the first moment I had gotten into the limo with him. My State uniform was folded on the seat beside him. I was close...so close.

There was a snap of a phone closing. “You cum without my permission, you will be punished, Neko...”

I clenched my teeth and stilled my hand.

“I never said to stop.” The vibrator kicked back to life.

Aaaahhhh! I came hard, jerking my hips forward as an unexpected but much anticipated orgasm ripped out of me. I barely bit back a loud scream as a cock forced its way into my twitching portal. I found my other arm pressed upwards, bound to my other wrist. I didn’t fight him. In the beginning I did but over the years the High Mage had shown me how to be a love cat. His entry prolonged my orgasm. I shivered, I shuddered and I clenched around him tightly as his cock shoved the egg vibrator deeper.

“Neko-laus....” His voice whispered in my ear as he began to shaft me. It was hard and fast. I was almost folded in half as he began to move in me.

Nnnnuughhhh....aaaaah.

He bit the bottom of my ear lobe. Aaaaahhhh. I hung there lost in sexual ecstasy. His hips crashed up against my portal with a slap, slip, suck sound and motion. The egg hit that special spot and I shivered. The energy within the car began to rise. His magic called to my own elemental enchantments. My hair began to separate and stand on end as our energy began to ride each other. The first time this happened shocked the hell out of both of us. He called his Master, his teacher and described what happened. It turned out our pairing was one out of tens of thousands. Our magics were like ying and yang. Compatible. Where he was weak, I was strength. Where I lacked, he fulfilled. When we fucked...we released our powers.

“Again... Neko...” Magnus licked my neck. I turned my head toward him but he blocked my kiss with his forehead. That was the one thing he wouldn’t allow – a kiss. He fucked me with abandon. He let him cover him when we were allowed leave from the front lines but he wouldn’t kiss me on the mouth.

He kept me hanging there in desire and lust as he pounded into me. His hand closed around my cock and be stroked me back up to orgasm. This time...he withdrew with a sloppy pop. I opened my eyes about to make a protest when he yanked the vibrator out of me. The buzzing vibrations the egg gave off as it spread my portal’s mouth wide sent me off again. I bit my lower lip as he rammed his cock hard into me. I came. Our magics erupted into glittering showers of golds and pinks and oranges – fireworks spinning within the confines of the limo cabin. Magnus slammed into me a dozen times then flooded me deep with his cum.

Uuuuuhhhh.

I felt his teeth scrap along my jaw line. Pressing sucking kisses to my throat around the lip of my inhibitor collar. His hand came up and brushed my hair off my face. His finger tip ran over my lower lip tracing my teeth marks I had left there. My body shuddered again and I closed my eyes against the sensation.

He gave a slight chuckle then reached up and untangled my wrists. My arms dropped artlessly down and he began lightly rubbing them to get feeling to return...all the while we were still docked together.

“Neko-laus.” I had the presence of mind to open my eyes and turn my face towards him but that was about the extent of thinking I had. “Neko...are you with me?”

“Magnus...”

The collar that had been locked around my throat for the last seven years suddenly just dropped off, hitting my chest and resting between our bodies. Uh? I didn’t get it. My hands weren’t working right. My fingers raked my throat but I really didn’t feel anything. Magnus was still lodged deep within me as he picked up the collar and tossed it over his shoulder to have it land heavily on the seat.

“Magnus?”

“Seven years is up, Neko. You have served your time.” I winced as he withdrew from my portal. It always took me a few minutes to get over the magical and physical release when we did the deed. I blinked a couple of times and brought my hands, which were now getting to tingling pins and needles mode, to my forehead. The limo had stopped moving. Where the hell were we?

Magnus never seemed to have the drain I did. He was cleaned up and dressed, back on the long bench seat before I had the presence of mind to pull my legs together.

“Neko-laus...”

I slumped heavily against the door.

“Neko-laus. You have been pardoned and your record has been expunged from the State system with completion of your Service. Neko, are you listening?” His hand cupped me around the back of the neck and I was hauled up to my knees. “You are no longer my familiar.”

“I’m free?”

“Yes. You have been chipped and you are now a member of the State. You have the same rights and privileges as everyone else. I am required by law to return you to your home that was listed on your former records.”

I turned and looked out the tinted windows. We were in the outer shambles. The slums of the cities. I looked back at Magnus. “You’re dumping me here?”

“This is your last known address.”

“I’m chipped now. I don’t have to stay here.”

“No you don’t.” Magnus sat back and glared out of the window. “You’re better than this.”

“Magnus.”

“I am required by law to return you to your former address. It doesn’t state anywhere in the regulations that you have to stay there.” Magnus turned and pulled the sealed package that had been sitting on the seat and thrust it at me. “Open it.”

I ripped the package open to find seven year old rags that I had called clothes in there. These were my personal effects at the time of my arrest. “As a citizen, you are required by law to serve in the army. You have already provided your service--that cannot be disputed. Since you were a prisoner, you are not eligible for retirement benefits or compensation for any injuries. Basically what you came with, you leave with.”

So Magnus was telling me I was freed from State labour but I was penniless.

These rags were filthy. When I was eating garbage and stealing second rate food, I thought I was living the good life. It was better than whoring myself out in the Wild for something to eat and protection.

“I’m a career man, Neko-laus. My skill level is too advanced to be allowed to retire. The State Corp is my home and always will be. That choice was taken from me when I was tested for abilities. Not that I’d want to live in abject squalor. Get dressed and get out.”

I was confused. Yes, I knew other familiars on the front. I wasn’t the only one being dominated by their Mages but I thought it was a little more mutual. I reached for my uniform but Magnus pulled it away from my reach. “You are no longer a State Familiar.”

I struggled into my old rags. I’d put on weight since then. I remember these being so baggy that I had to tie rope around my waist to keep them from falling off my hips. They were snug. I didn’t have shoes. I swivelled around and reached for the door handle.

“Neko.”

“What?”

“You are a citizen now.”

“So you’ve said.”

A hard plastic card was pressed into my hand. “You can re-enlist. That pass is good for a week. It will get you back into the city proper and it will give you access to my quarters. Even if you don’t want to be a familiar any more, you should be able to get a job and your own apartment within a week.”

I took the card and climbed out of the back of the car. Few limos came to the shambles and we had been parked for quiet a bit. “Thanks, Magnus.” My voice was sarcastic. “It’s been a slice.”

“You know what dangers there are to familiars. I can’t ask you to come back to the Corp. You were damned lucky to survive that long.” We stared at each other for a while then I made a move to shut the door. “You look good in black, Neko.”

I shut the door. The limo purred back to life and began to drive away. That fuck. He was going to leave me here. I could feel his seed begin to ooze out of my body. I stared after him his vanishing car like a lovelorn virgin. Damn it. I didn’t come across the border just to live a scrabbling existence at the poverty level.

“Yo, fucktoy.” I narrowed my eyelids and turned toward the insulting assaulting tone. Seven punks crowded together backing each other up with bravado and balls. “Looks like you got dumped by your townie.”

Thats what I was seven years ago. A punk assed kid who thought the world had taken a personal interest in fucking me over. I had a little bit of magical control and a set of cajones that were so big I could barely walk. I thought I was the cock of the walk. The hell I’d seen in the Corp made this just a pathetic attempt at a shake down. I turned and looked at him. A little bit bigger. A little better dressed. Looked like those boots would fit.

I crushed his heart with the squeeze of my fingers. He dropped were he stood. “Who’s next?” They scattered like cockroaches. No one cared what the hell happened in the shambles. We could kill each other off all we wanted and the State wouldn’t care...but if we took one step into the cities and tried that stuff there, well prison would be the least of our worries. I took Magnus passcard and put it between my teeth. To the victor go the spoils. I stripped the corpse, re-dressed in his clothes and boots and started off toward the city.

It wasn’t forbidden to train your familiar but it was frowned upon when it was a prisoner. Magnus taught me magical control in secret. If I wanted to stay in this hellhole, I could probably set myself up as a big fish in this murky dying pond. Not the plan. Not my plan. I was a house Neko after all.

It took me two fucking days of walking and killing a few interlopers to get back to the city. I stunk and while the clothes I wore now were in better condition than those in that bag, I was still marked as a shambler. If it wasn’t for the fact that I was chipped, I probably wouldn’t have gotten two hundred yards into the second city.

It wasn’t hard to find his building. As High Mage he had the pick of condos and he always did like the view. His passcard got me into the building. Activated the elevator. Opened the door to his quarters. Sure enough he was standing there savouring an drink in a huge balloon type glass while he stared out at the twilight sky – looking north towards the shambles. I was reflected in the glass almost like a mirror when the door opened for me. I looked like total shit.

He turned on his heel and looked towards me. His one eye brow arched up in a question.

“I’m back in black.”

He nodded and took a sip of his drink. “Good to hear that, Nicholas. Now take a bath and burn those clothes, I can smell you from here.”

I threw the passcard on the nearest table and stalked towards him. He could have stopped me with a binding at any time. I knew I was better than most familiars but I wasn’t High Mage level. I’d never get to his level, but I could drag him down to mine. I caught him by the back of the neck and dragged him to me. He met my kiss. I knew he could fucking kiss. His tongue swept along mine, invading my mouth and claiming ownership. I could taste the warmth of whatever he was drinking clinging to me. We duelled. We sucked. I slipped my hand down to cup his ass and jerked him up against me. He was hard...so was I.

“Fuck you Magnus...you left me out there.”

“Nicholas...”

“Neko...I’m your fucking little Neko-laus, Magnus.”

“Two days and your language reverts back to the common denominator. Letter of the law, Neko. I had to leave you there. Nothing said you had to stay there. Now, take a fucking bath because you reek and I want to make you scream – after your punishment for cumming in the car without my permission.”

“You’re kidding me.”

“Am I a kidder? Shower now. I’ll fuck my little Neko then I’ll cook you something to eat.” He gave me another warm kiss then shoved me backwards. He gestured towards a side corridor. “Down the hall, first door on the left. Don’t bother getting dressed, you’re just going to be naked for the rest of my leave.”

I turned on my heel and headed toward the hall. “Neko.” I stopped and looked over my shoulder. Magnus stood there in a pale grey robe that was a little darker than the silver hair that he had left loose so it cascaded around his face like a waterfall. He was not a good looking man but that hair more than made up for his lack of visual appeal. Besides, I always was a sucker for power. He lifted his drink to me in salute. “Glad you’re back.”

I snorted and continued on to the bathroom. I felt good to stand under the heated shower. I pressed my hands against the tiles and hung my head under the heavy flow. Each Mage and familiar was given a code name. Something that identified pairs quickly and decisively on the battlefield. We were called Precious – for precious metals; our hair color. Magnus was silver. Mine was a mix of gold and copper. His eyes were the color of sapphire. Mine were a shiny copper. I shivered as a blast of cold air hit me. I turned my head toward the now open doorway. Magnus stood there clad in his dress uniform. I bit back a wry grin. I was in for a hell of a time tonight.
One thing about precious metals. They looked damn good against the black uniform of the State Corp.

“Neko.”

I was going to look damned good against that black. I really didn’t have any options. I was back with black. I reached out and turned off the shower. I turned towards Magnus with a feral smile on my lips. Oh yeah, I was glad to be back.

Back in Black – AC/DC


Okay, the lyrics aren’t that inspiring but I was jamming away on Rockband when this song came on and I got the little visual of Neko and Magnus in the limo. Yes, I forced the last paragraph to try and tie it to the song but damn...another quickie. This was a four hour writing jag.

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Later loyal.

Kiix out