Innocence Broken

Chapter 7: Disobedience

Ezra sat in the high backed chair, watching the flames consume the logs and listening to the darkness as it wrapped around the world. He could felt the rage inside him burn, he touched his now healed chest, Matthew had struck him, wounded him. Ezra reached out to the table beside him and picked up the thick collar that sat on the table, hearing the car approach the house a smile curled his full lips, time to show Matthew where he belonged.

Matt sat in the silence car trying to guess how long he had left to live; he couldn’t imagine what was going to happen to him, he didn’t want to. Fear clung to his body, as he saw the mansion coming into view he felt the whimper escape his throat, fear made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. He closed his eyes tight hoping that somehow this was all a bad dream that he would wake from.

Jason chuckled, ‘scared Matt?’ Matt glared at Jason, the man had become more cocky and arrogant throughout the drive, Matt didn’t understand why, they had been friends; he stared at Jason in the mirror. His whole body and demeanour had changed becoming cold and distant; suddenly t clicked in Matt mind, Jason was distancing him, preparing himself for Matt’s death. Matt hoped this was true that their time together meant something, it didn’t mean that if he somehow survived this he wasn’t gonna make Jason wish he’d never been born.

As the care slowed Matt looked at Warren, the vampire had not said a word the whole ride, he seemed to be in his own world, but Matt had noticed that the vampire would sometimes steal glances at him and had been careful not to touch Matt. As the car stopped, Warren lent over Matt his face barely inches from Matt’s as he undid the bindings that held him to the car, Matt felt the ropes go slack and using every bit of force he could he brought his head up, smashing it into Warren’s nose. A sickening crunch was heard and Warren pulled back with a cat like hiss, but Matt didn’t stop; he had already yanked open the door and stumbled out into the darkness, without pausing he started to run.

He knew they would follow, that they would catch him this time, but he didn’t care, he was not going to just roll over and die. He felt the branches of the trees tug at his clothes and tear his face, he didn’t slow just kept stumbling and tripping but all too soon he heard the tell tale sounds of branches snapping behind him. Matt tried to push his legs faster, he could already feel them starting to ache, his chest burnt; his vision was starting to blur when swiftly a powerful arm wrapped around his waist jerking him backwards into a firm chest. Matt struggled to move, as if a warning the grip around his waist tightened and a hand snaked up to hold his chin in place. Warm air moved against his neck and slowly up to his ear, teeth gently bit the lobe; Matt tried to stop but his body stirred at the simple touch.

‘I was going to go easy on you Beloved, but now I see you need me to show you a harsher lesson.’ Matt had time to hear the regretful note to Ezra voice before a flash of pain pieced his neck and then soft sucking sounds could he heard as Ezra began to feed. Matt tried to stay conscious as the blood seeped from his wound but the darkness began to creep into his vision, the last thing he was conscious of was Ezra’s soft moan as his tongue moved other his neck.

Warren stood beside the car and watched as Ezra carried the unconscious boy back towards the house, he could smell fresh blood coming from the boy. When Ezra paused in front of him, he glanced at the human nestled in his master’s arms; Matt’s brown hair was stuck to his face, which had become pale and hollowed since his capture. He looked up and locked eyes with his master, ‘what do you want me to do master?’ The smile that crossed Ezra face sent chills down his spine, ‘make sure we are not disturbed, I need to show him who his master is.’

Ezra continues to the house, Warren felt unknown feeling wash over him and before he could stop himself he had reached out and grabbed a hold of Ezra’s arm and turned his master around to face him. A black rage filled Ezra’s gaze as he locked eyes with Warren, ‘it is as much my fault as it is his, I allowed him to escape.’ Ezra smiled letting his fangs become visible, ‘you’re turn will be next Warren. Do not allow anyone to disturb us.’

With that Warren’s hand dropped to his side and he watched Ezra carried his prize into the house. He turned as he heard the door of the car open; Jason stood and stretched his arms about his head and smirked at him. Warren really wanted to rip the human limb from limb; Jason seemed to know what images flashed through his mind, making the human smirk more and approach him.

‘You know your master told you I was not to be harmed,’ Warren felt the hairs on his neck raise at the way the human envisaged your master.

Warren nodded then quicker then the disgusting man could blink he pinned him against the car, his hand easily wrapping around the fragile throat. As he tightened his grip he felt the human’s Adam’s apple bob against his hand as he tried to draw a breath. Warren lent forward and inhaled deeply, enjoying the terror that emendated from the man and moulded around his senses.

‘I know what my master said, but if you touch that boy again...Nothing will stop me from killing you.’ He dropped the man watching with satisfaction as the man landed painfully in the dirt, heaving and coughing, as he started towards the stairs a sadistic smile played on his lips. ‘And I promise to make it painful.’ Warren stepped into the darkness without as much as a backwards glance.

Matt opened his eyes, his whole body felt as if it was on fire, his muscles screamed in pain and his head pounded. He tried to move, to turn his head but each time he tried he felt binds biting into the raw skin of his wrists. His arms had been tied about his head; his feet just touched the floor if he tried. He again tired to move his head but his arms and back screamed in protest, sending bile to his throat. Anger roar through his body as he realised that not only was he hang but once again he was naked. He could just make out blurred dark objects, there seemed to be a faint light behind him, but it didn’t help to light the room. Matt didn’t know how long he had been hanging there but he refused to beg for help he’d rather die then beg.

A noise behind him made him jump, he struggled to turn, he didn’t like the idea that something else could be in the darkness with him. The light seemed to brighten and a deep throaty chuckle came from beside his body just out of sight. ‘Well Matthew, don’t you look good enough to eat?’

Ezra walked towards Matthew, watching how the light played on the pale naked skin before him, he reached out and tenderly ran his cool fingers over Matthew’s taut back. His body burnt with raw desire as he felt Matt shudder under his touch, he made sure to keep his touches light as he moved around so he could look up into Matt’s beautiful face. The boys eyes where wide in fear, making them appear darker, full lips parted and slightly open just begging to be kissed. Ezra slowly slid his hand up Matt’s waist enjoying the feel of the warm tight muscles, he lets his finger tips flick over Matt’s pale nipple and delighted in the sharp intake of breath.

‘Why did you have to run away my love?’

Matt closed his eyes and tried to ignore the butterfly touches of Ezra’s cold hand as it slid lover on his body. He could felt his blood rushing through his veins, his cock twitched as the hands moved to his hips. He heard the deep rumble of Ezra’s laugh, his eyes shot open as he felt a warm dampness touch his stomach, he watched memorized as Ezra’s tongue slid up his stomach. He clamped his teeth into his lips, he felt the warmth of his blood sliding down his chin as his teeth broke the skin. Matt felt Ezra’s strong arms wrap around his waist pulling their bodies together, Matt tried to hold in the groan as he felt Ezra’s leg rub against his hardening erection.

‘Just call me Master beloved, just once and I’ll let you go.’

Matt opened his eyes and stared into twin orbs of crimson, anger took a hold of him and he began to struggle against his bindings and the arms that encircled him. ‘Fuck you! You are NOT my master! I swear to...’

Matt’s voice was cut short as Ezra pressed his lips against Matt’s, Matt tried to pull away but Ezra’s fingers tangled into his hair, forcing him to stay put. Ezra’s tongue wormed its way into Matt’s mouth tasting and teasing, Matt tried to stop himself from reacting, he didn’t want to, but soon he was returning and deepening their kiss. When Ezra finally broke the kiss Matt was breathing hard, his lips tingled and his cheeks where flushed, a whimper escaped his throat as Ezra stepped back. Matt hated himself for wanting the vampire, but something about him called to Matt, it seemed to draw him in and force his body to react.

Matt’s body jerked as Ezra’s cool fingers enclosed around his length and began to gently move, Matt tried to pull away but Ezra’s other arm just wrapped around his chest. Matt blushed as he felt himself being pulled against the bare chest of Ezra, he turned his head away in shame as he felt himself drawing closer to his release. Ezra’s tongue flicked over his skin, he nipped and sucked at the vein in Matt’s neck.

‘What the hell?’ Matt cried out as Ezra placed a cold metal ring over his length, the ring was just a little tight stopping Matt from his immanent release, Ezra’s lips brushed against his ear. ‘This is a punishment Matthew, but if you call me master, I promise you great pleasures.’ The precome dripped from the head of Matt’s betraying cock, he tried to turn away but Ezra held him still, his hand still pumps Matt’s dick. Matt bit into his lip and closed his eyes he wanted it to stop, he wanted to tell Ezra where to go but the vampires skilled hands just made Matt’s body react to strongly. He hated himself, how could he be letting this happen, he was a cop, someone who took control, but as Ezra’s lips pressed against Matt’s ear he lost all control he had left. His head fell back and he allowed the repressed cry to tear from his throat, he died for release but the ring that was place firmly over his cock stopped it and made Matt’s body burn all the more.

Ezra’s laughter vibrated through Matt’s back, for a moment he forgot the burning pain in his arms and the painful throbbing in his dick, the feel of Ezra’s naked chest against his back, made his hips grind into the hand wrapped around him. He felt Ezra’s smile against his neck and then the hand slide away from him and to his hips, and to the round butt, gently moving his checks apart. He tried to guess what Ezra was going to do but then the warm, wetness of Ezra’s tongue against the circle of muscles of his opening caused him to cry out. He bucked and twisted in pleasure and shame, he didn’t want this, not with Ezra, he felt Ezra’s tongue enter him and a sob broke from his lips.

‘Stop, please no more.’

Ezra continued for a few more seconds before stopping and coming to stand in front of Matt, he stared into grey blue orbs, filled with pain, lust and confusion.

‘You know what to say to make this stop Matthew.’

He watched as Matt’s mind tried to understand his words, ‘call me Master and it ends.’

‘No!’

Matt roared and bucked trying to kick him, but Ezra just laughed, he was going to enjoy taming him. He reached out and closed the gap between them; he could feel Matthew’s still hard cock against his stomach. He smiled and reached up into the velvet soft hair, forcing Matt to look at him, he placed his mouth against Matt’s chest and began to lick, suck and nip his way upwards. He broke away once or twice to watch as the rage still played in those eyes, but lust and desire began to take over, causing the boy to try and move against him. Ezra pulled up and lent into Matthew, his lips grazed over Matthew’s with each word, ‘just say it Matthew.’

He watched the battle run over Matthew’s face and his heart felt as if it where going to shatter, this youth had captured his long dead heart and awakened it. Matt however didn’t seem to see his love for him, he need to have him, possess him, he just saw a jailer.

‘You are not my master, and you never will be.’

Rage flashed through Ezra, he didn’t mind stubbornness about his pets but this one...Matthew locked eyes with him, a cold and arrogant deviance glistened in his green eyes.

‘Fine, this is by you’re choice Matthew.’

Matt let out a shaky breath as Ezra moved away, his body ached with the need to be touched, his skin felt as if it would burst into flames with each of Ezra caresses. He heard Ezra coming towards him again he began to force himself to calm; he stared into Ezra cold eyes and opened his mouth to speak. Quicker then he could see, Ezra hand clamped around his jaw and something was forced into his open mouth. He tried to push it out but Ezra just clipped it into place a gentle smile played on his face, the gag tasted of rubber and stretched his mouth uncomfortably. Panic began to take over as Ezra moved behind him again letting his fingers trail down his face before letting his fall to his side, he looked Matt over and Matt could see from the bulge in Ezra’s pants that he was excited by what he saw.

A whistling filled the air then a sharp burning pain ripped into his back. Matt tried to scream, tears rolling down his checks, but all he could do was make painful whimpers as the whip bit into his flesh. Matt lost count of how many times Ezra cracked the whip onto his back, legs and arse, but he could feel the blood seeping down his legs, tears stained his face he’d tried to get Ezra to stop bit nothing had stopped the violent attack. Slowly Matt let himself slip into the blissful darkness.

Matt tried to swallow around the gag in his mouth, he whole body hurt and he felt sticky and cold, he tried to raise his head but the small movement made his stomach lurch. He realised his arms where no longer tied above his head, he was laying flat on his stomach, on the freezing floor; he could see his blood covered the floor. A voice filled with cold malice spoke next to his ear 'finally you're wake again...now we can continue with the fun.' The gag was undone and slide out of his mouth, Matt tried to speak, but a finger was gently pressed to his bleeding lips. 'Wait for it. I want you to scream for me.'


Matt tried to estimate what he was going to do to him but he was unable to understand, his mind felt sluggish and his body too heavy to move. He tried to fight as Ezra’s arm slid around his waist lifting him slightly off the floor, but his tired body refused to co-operate. Matt tried to move away, even as the pain ripped through his body, the only thing he could manage was to let the screams of agony come, he tried to grab onto anything but the floor was too slick all he could do was let Ezra hold him and take him.

Ezra was big and had used nothing to prepare Matt, he felt as if his body was going too ripped apart as Ezra forced himself into Matt tight body. Tear started to roll down his cheeks again and pain flared through him, he heard Ezra moan above him, his head swam and the room spun around him. Matt tried to pull away from Ezra as the man thrust mercilessly into his body, each plunge pulled open the wounds left by the whip, he could feel the blood trailing down his legs, and a sob escaped his broken and bloody lips.

Ezra moved and pushed deeper into Matt, hitting his prostate, it didn’t help, all Matt could feel was the pain of Ezra moving over the broken skin and ripping new skin. Matt couldn’t take it anymore; the pain and humiliation of being taken on the cold floor finally forced the word from his lips.

‘M...master.’

It was barely a whisper but Ezra stopped and listened, Matt’s broken voice spoke again, ‘stop, please master.’

His voice sound like a child, soft, broken and hopeless, Ezra’s heart shattered, pulling out of Matt he pulled the human into his arms. He felt the thick sticky blood cling to him, guilt and shame washed over the vampire as he held his most precious treasure against him.

‘My beloved, my precious heart, forgive me, please. I love you.’

He didn’t know if Matthew heard him, the boy clung to him and began to sob, into his chest, Ezra just sat in the cold thick blood and let Matt sob into his chest. At last Matthew calmed, Ezra gently picked him up, careful not to injure the boy more, he carried him up the stairs into the main house, and into the warmth of his own room. He placed Matt on the bed, exhaustion seemed to take over the boy and his green eyes gradually slid closed. Ezra sat heavy at the end of the bed listening to the each shuddering breath the boy took. Ezra looked at Matt and the image of the boy, who he’d first seem in the club, the young cocky, confident man now lay broken and frightened on his bed. Ezra rose and pulled the thin sheet over the boy, leaning down, he place a single kiss against his beloved cheek.

‘Stop...Please...’

As Ezra left the room he slid down the door letting the pain and despair take over his body, how could Matthew ever love him now?