Puppet

CHAPTER 7:

Kiyoshi was pushed against the wall. His wrists and ankles had no chains, yet he could not move. Luke was using his strange power to keep Kiyoshi from moving. Kiyoshi wanted to scream, but knew no one would hear, or care, if he did or not.

“Believe me,” Luke spoke quietly, “I do not wish for this, either, but it can’t be helped, can it?” Kiyoshi could not blink. He only watched, frightfully, as Luke began to undress himself. Luke began to unbutton his smooth, black shirt slowly, before finally pulling the shirt off of his broad shoulders. The shirt slipped to the floor and Kiyoshi’s throat tightened when Luke pointed at him. “You’re turn…” Kiyoshi shook his head, but his arms weren’t listening to him. He tried desperately to resist Luke’s power over him, but he was forced to remove his shirt, letting it fall to the ground, as well. Before Kiyoshi knew it, his hands were back up on the wall, frozen in place from Luke’s power. Kiyoshi gave off a slight grunt of surprise when Luke appeared in front of his face. Luke began to playfully touch Kiyoshi’s neck, rubbing it softly. His other hand was busy tracing an invisible line up and down Kiyoshi’s chest. “So fragile…” Kiyoshi squirmed as Luke whispered seductively into his ear, “Perhaps I can learn to…live with you…”

“Uh…” Kiyoshi couldn’t resist the moan clogged deep in his throat. This excited Luke more.

“Oh,” Luke smiled, “Is somebody all ready for me?” Luke trailed his hand down Kiyoshi’s bare chest, then stuck his hand down Kiyoshi’s sweats and slowly began to rub him up and down in a slow motion.

“Gah,” Kiyoshi gasped, “No…stop it! W, why are you doing this?” Luke ignored Kiyoshi’s pleas, however, and continued to rub Kiyoshi gently.

“You’re already hard,” Luke removed his hand from Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi let out a soft moan, though wet tears were forming at the sides of his eyes. He did not want this, but his body was telling otherwise. “You feel nice, but do you look it?” Kiyoshi gasped, then, as Luke moved his hands to the waistband of Kiyoshi’s sweats.

“No…” the tears in Kiyoshi’s eyes were released, “Please don’t…” But Luke did not stop. Rubbing his hands softly against Kiyoshi’s hips, he slowly took his time to pull the gray sweats down Kiyoshi’s smooth legs, along with Kiyoshi’s underwear. Kiyoshi began to shake as he looked down at himself. Kiyoshi closed his eyes, too embarrassed to stare at Luke.

“Hmm,” Luke gave off a little chuckle, “You’re larger then I expected.” Luke fully removed Kiyoshi’s sweats and underwear, setting them aside. He stayed in a kneeling position, slowly beginning to rub Kiyoshi’s legs. Kiyoshi could feel his entire body stiffen at the touch of Luke’s cool hands on his bare skin. Luke slowly moved his hands closer towards in between Kiyoshi’s legs. As Luke did this, Kiyoshi desperately tried to break free of Luke’s strange power, but with no luck. Luke loved how Kiyoshi struggled. “You’re wasting your time,” Luke whispered, his hands moving further up, “It is not possible for a mortal to break free from my magic,” Luke’s hands had finally reached their destination, and grasped on tightly. Kiyoshi let a loud gasp escape his throat as Luke quickly began to rub him in a swift motion.

“Don’t…” Kiyoshi wined, feeling his entire body heating; sweat began to form over his chest. Luke did stop; Kiyoshi grew thankful, and let a huge moan flow from his lips. Kiyoshi has never breathed so hardly before. Luke could tell it was Kiyoshi’s first time. A new grin formed over Luke’s lips. Taking a stand, Luke stepped back from Kiyoshi a few steps. Kiyoshi gave Luke a questioning look, hoping that what had just happened was all that was going to happen. Unluckily for Kiyoshi, Luke was just beginning.

“Now,” Luke slowly removed the rest of his clothes. They fell before to the ground in a swift motion, and Luke quickly stepped out of them. Both men were now nude and as Kiyoshi looked over Luke’s body, he wished he could look away, but his head would not turn, “let us get on with the process…”

Kiyoshi made no sound as he was pushed down onto Luke’s bed. Kiyoshi’s cheeks were red; wet with warm tears. He still shed them as Luke crawled over him, slowly licking the left side of his neck. Luke could feel Kiyoshi’s body was stiff. Grabbing Kiyoshi’s two cheeks between his hand, Luke turned Kiyoshi’s face to look into his. Kiyoshi’s blue eyes were wet and full of fear.

“You’re too tense,” Luke whispered, giving Kiyoshi a soft kiss to the lips, “Try to relax…” Relax? That was the last thing on Kiyoshi’s mind! He wanted nothing to do with this, but he could not control his own body! Luke continued to play around with Kiyoshi’s body. Kiyoshi really did feel like a puppet and he was frightened.

“Please,” Kiyoshi cried, “Stop it…” The smile on Luke’s face has disappeared. He looked down at Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi was whimpering underneath Luke: his eyes were closed, his head was turned away, and Luke’s sheets were getting wet from Kiyoshi’s tears.

“Spread your legs…” Kiyoshi’s eyes flew open. He turned to Luke, whose expression was serious. Kiyoshi’s lips began to quiver…

“N, no,” Kiyoshi shook his head, holding his legs close together, “no, I won’t!” But once again, Kiyoshi had no choice. With his eyes widened, Kiyoshi could feel his legs slowly spreading wide apart. He had no control; no control over his own body! Before he knew it, Kiyoshi’s legs were spread open for Luke: knees in the air, feet touching the end of the bed, Kiyoshi’s downstairs was hard and sweaty. Luke began to massage his self, getting prepared for the main job. Kiyoshi’s eyes, though they sparkled from the tears, were horrified. Soon Kiyoshi’s hands were above his head, also tied by invisible string. Kiyoshi felt like he was the fly trapped in a spider’s web. Luke was the spider, slowly taking over his prey. “Please…” Kiyoshi whimpered, watching Luke harden, “I beg you…”

Luke was finally ready. Getting on his knees, Luke pushed Kiyoshi’s legs out a little further, getting into position. Ignoring Kiyoshi’s pleading; Luke concentrated on the duty at hand. Luke moved his hand over Kiyoshi’s genitals, slowly lifting Kiyoshi’s precious testicles. Luke lowered his head for a brief moment, and spat his saliva onto Kiyoshi’s anus. Kiyoshi let a soft grunt escape his lips once feeling the wet spit run down his skin. Luke scooted his body closer to Kiyoshi’s, touching his self to Kiyoshi. The two men, then, both just stared into one another’s eyes. Kiyoshi saw determination in Luke’s eyes. Luke saw hate in Kiyoshi’s eyes. Neither man was truly prepared for what came next. Without a warning for Kiyoshi, Luke slowly inserted himself within Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi, in return, let out shocking stutters. Luke gave a pause, keeping himself inside of Kiyoshi. As he stayed in position, a most evil of smirks formed over Luke’s face. Kiyoshi, however, suddenly found himself to be the victim of a trickery man, and hell broke loose.

“You’re mine now,” Luke whispered, and then began to move back and forth, in and out of Kiyoshi as steadily as he could. The sudden movement Luke made left Kiyoshi shocked. Kiyoshi was surprised of what Luke was doing. Before he knew it, Kiyoshi found himself screaming; Kiyoshi screamed with each thrust, the pressure making it difficult for Kiyoshi to even think straight.

“Ah, it hurts,” Kiyoshi screamed, “it hurts, please stop!” Kiyoshi kept turning his head; left and right, only thinking of the deathly pain shooting up inside of him. Luke did not stop, he only kept going faster.

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Within their dining chamber, Luke’s immortal group stopped everything that they had been doing. Kiyoshi’s screams echoed throughout the area. The immortals listened hard, some scared by the sudden screams of Kiyoshi, others not too worried about them.

“What,” Ivalyn began to talk; though finding her words was difficult, “What’s Luke doing to him?”

“Luke’s fucking him,” Rod answered, getting all eyes on him, “Never heard a mortal have sex before? It hurts them the first time…”

“That’s…” Ivalyn blinked, trying to think of what to say, “Terrible. It’s terrible.” Ivalyn couldn’t take the screams, “Poor kid…” The screams grew silent, however, giving a relief to some of the immortals. Ivalyn was the most worried of them all.

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Back in the bedroom, Luke continued to thrust in and out of Kiyoshi. Kiyoshi’s screams had come to a halt, but Kiyoshi still felt pain. Almost a few minutes after Luke had began, Kiyoshi felt something sticky below, and knew that he had begun to bleed from the sudden impact of being seduced by Luke. With his mouth dry, Kiyoshi lay helplessly on the bed as Luke finished the job.

Luke had noticed the blood spill almost immediately, but continued with his job. He did not dare stop. He wanted to finish what he had started. Luke also noticed that Kiyoshi’s screams had come to a halt, but Kiyoshi still let soft grunts escape his lips.

“Uh, uh, uh…” each grunt Kiyoshi made got quieter and quieter, but he did make one after each pounding thrust. Kiyoshi’s injured arm lay above Kiyoshi’s head; the wound had stopped bleeding, but it did not hurt near as much was what Kiyoshi was now experiencing. Luke decided he better finish his job. Raising his head towards the ceiling, Luke went faster then he had been. He heard Kiyoshi let out a tiny scream, but it soon died down. One, two, one, two…Luke counted in his mind, and as soon as he counted one last time, he felt himself explode inside of Kiyoshi. Luke slowly let himself out and watched as his semen oozed out of Kiyoshi, falling onto the bed. There’d be a mess to clean up, for sure.

“There,” Luke stepped off the bed and walked over to his clothes, “finished.” Kiyoshi felt ashamed of himself. How could Kiyoshi let this man have his way with him? Kiyoshi slowly pulled his legs together, for he still was in pain. As Luke pulled on his clothes, Kiyoshi stayed on the bed, too scared to move. Kiyoshi didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what Luke would do next.

Luke turned to stare at Kiyoshi. Luke, though it was a thought of stupidity, wondered what the boy was thinking. Kiyoshi was not looking at Luke. Luke lowered his head to the ground; thinking of what he should say…what he should do…

“Your house,” Luke began to spoke, “I’ve come to a decision.” Kiyoshi listened to Luke, but pretended as if he weren’t. “I will return you to your home, tonight.” With that said, Luke left the room, leaving Kiyoshi alone.

Kiyoshi slowly rose to a sitting position. He stared down at his naked body. His blood and Luke’s semen soaked into the sheets. Kiyoshi was a mess: his hair, his chest was sweaty, and below…Kiyoshi found himself crying. He whimpered loudly, covering his face in his knees.

“Why…” Kiyoshi’s voice was cracked, tired, and sore, “why’d he do this to me?”

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Luke got a group of unsatisfied stares when he made his way into the dining area, but out of his entire group who glared at him the worst, it was Ivalyn. Though Ivalyn had done nothing, she felt ashamed. She felt ashamed and heartbroken.

“Luke,” Ivalyn whispered in a hiss, “Where’s Kiyoshi?”

“…Resting,” Luke said, “I’ve come to get him some food.” Luke walked over to the dining table, and then began to pile food onto a silver, fancy looking plate.

“He was screaming,” Ivalyn spoke out, which got her many questionable stares from the immortals, “he was…” Ivalyn quieted down when Luke turned to glare at her, his eyes full of darkness.

“Your point?” Ivalyn was shocked by Luke’s question. Her hands formed into fists; her entire body was shaking.

“You told us,” Ivalyn whispered, “To not come near Kiyoshi, correct? To not hurt him?” Ivalyn looked up into Luke’s dark brown eyes, her own eyes glimmered angrily, “But just a moment ago, it was not any of us who were hurting him…” The immortals could not believe that Ivalyn was talking back to their leader, “It was you.”

“Ivalyn,” Teo rushed in to protect his puppet, “Luke she doesn’t mean it…” Luke finished piling food on to the silver plate. He grunted as he walked pass Teo and Ivalyn. Ivalyn, however, had just begun.

“Bastard…AH!” Ivalyn found herself flinging to the floor by Luke’s power. She winced in pain as Teo rushed next to her side. Teo looked up at his leader, putting his hand in front of his body.

“Luke, please don’t,” Teo turned to Ivalyn, “please don’t hurt her.” Luke’s eyes cooled down, as did his face. He gave Ivalyn a warning glare before vanishing from sight. Teo helped his puppet up, wiping her cheek with his finger, “Are you all right, my puppet?”

“I’m fine, Teo,” Ivalyn’s face was filled with fury, “Why Luke,” Ivalyn though to herself, “Why did you do it? What made you hurt that boy?”

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Luke reentered his bedroom with the plate of food. Peeking his head in, he found Kiyoshi lying in the bed. Kiyoshi had put his clothes on, but the messy sheets now lay on the floor, and Kiyoshi’s head was turned from Luke’s view.

“Kiyoshi,” Luke whispered, entering into the room and closing the door, “I brought some food. You should eat…” Luke stopped talking when he saw that Kiyoshi was asleep. Setting the food on the nearby dresser, Luke softly sat on the bed beside Kiyoshi, and brushed back Kiyoshi’s tangled bangs. Luke moved his head down, and gave Kiyoshi a soft kiss to the cheek, “I’ll take you home now…”

*End of Chapter 7*