Pretty Please
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,870
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Pretty Please
DISCLAIMER!!!!
Adult situations ahead, read on if you wish, but I did warn you. I own everything in this story, except the suggestions given by my roommate at the time of writing...enjoy if you wish.
The room was cold, freezing cold. Nothing like the cool breeze one should find in Kentucky in the fall. Apparently, wherever Jordan was waking up, the a/c was working overtime. Clouded brown eyes fluttered open, the dark pupils widening to let in the much-needed light to see. Body tensing at the cold air, Jordan shook his black hair out of his eyes, confused as to why he couldn’t move his arms to do the job.
“That would be the drug; it tends to work in different ways for different people. Either that, or the cuffs are preventing you from moving,” a quiet voice whispered from the shadows.
Jordan jumped, clearly startled at the man or woman’s voice, expecting to be alone in the sparsely decorated room. Black linen drapes hung from the ceiling, hiding only God knows what, and Jordan stared hard, expecting someone to jump out to scare him.
“Tut tut boy, that is not the way to greet a Master. Repeat after me please, or the punishments will be quite harsh,” the voice said again, from a different spot, closer to where Jordan lay on the bed, “Say ‘Hello sir, I am pleased to be here for your enjoyment and your enjoyment alone.’”
“Fuck you!” Jordan answered, not caring that he was in no position to defend his self. The famed Collins’ pride making an appearance at the worst possible moment only amused the hidden person, but no disrespect or disobedience was going to be tolerated.
“I warned you boy,” the voice said, swinging the thin riding crop downward, the whistling sound raised goose bumps on Jordan’s slightly tanned skin. The shrill sound was Jordan’s only warning before it hit the exposed skin of his shoulder, a scream ripping itself from his parched throat.
“Ahhh! Fuck bitch that fucking hurt! Why the hell did you do that? Who the hell are you anyway?”
“I said to repeat after me, ‘Hello sir, I am pleased to be here for your enjoyment and your enjoyment alone.’” the voice commanded once more, now appearing to be farther away from Jordan as possible in the small room.
“And I said ‘Fuck you!’ I want to know who the hell you are, and why I’m chained to this bed!” Jordan screamed, pulling hard on the handcuffs holding him in place, rattling the chains on the metal headboard.
The shadowed man smiled, happy for once that his playmate had so much animosity at the first meeting. The enraged brown eyes searched the shadows, dancing upon each dark corner before giving up and moving onward. 'This one will be fun to break. I can already see the future’ the man thought, before brining his weapon down on the other shoulder.
“Shit! What the hell was that one for?” Jordan asked, clinching his teeth to keep from screaming out the pain in his shoulders.
“For disobedience of course, you do as I command, and I might answer your questions. Quid pro quo boy, I can’t give you something for nothing,” that man answered as if it was the simplest concept in the world.
Jordan didn’t answer, concentrating hard on the past few hours trying to figure out how he was put into this situation. 'Oh fuck, I’m screwed! This guy is for real, I’m going to die, I just fucking know it,' he thought, fear clouded his common sense and blocking out any chance for escape. Taking calming breaths, Jordan worked through his fear expecting any moment that the tool would be brought down upon his exposed body for more punishment.
“Hello sir, I am pleased to be here for your enjoyment and your enjoyment alone. My name is Jordan Collins,” Jordan answered, figuring that playing this guy games would insure at least some hope.
Slightly displeased with the boy’s response, Master gauged his sincerity. Hoping that the boy wasn’t broken yet, Master took down one of the black drapes, exposing a cork bored with different cords, each one with a specified thickness and material used in the making. Choosing a fairly medium whip made from leather, Master turned toward the boy, his own bright blue eyes staring into Jordan’s brown ones, which widened more if that was possible at the sight of the whip in Master’s right hand.
“You said nothing would happen. You said you would answer my question if I answered yours. You said ‘quid pro quo’,” Jordan whispered, moving away as much as allowed on the queen size bed.
“You’re right of course, but I only said I might answer your questions, and you didn’t ask one. And for the record Jordan, you no longer have a name. Names are signs of freedom, and right now you a pet, simply here for my amusement. Just think of your self as a dog or cat, an animal,” Master said, walking toward the bed, moving into what little light there was in the room. Cotton lounge pants encased long, well-muscled legs, Master’s bare feet making close to no sound on the carpeted floor. A broad chest, lightly covered with a black fringe of hair peeked out of a long button up shirt. Everything about Master glowed power but his eyes; bright blue, even the pupil was blue, somehow gazing into a person’s very being and found their darkest secrets and exposed them to the light. 'Demon eyes', Jordan thought, falling deeper into the false trust those eyes contained.
“My name is Master, you will refer to me as such in everything you speak or think. I am your world, your reason for existing, and your motivation behind every task you perform. All that you need I will provide. Your quality of life depends on my happiness. Do you understand?” Master asked.
In a controlled voice, not really knowing where the courage came from Jordan answered, “Go to hell and fuck yourself on Satan’s horns. I am no animal, and I take orders from no one!”
Master smiled, showing off straight white teeth. Rising the whip, Master swung down, the tip biting harshly into the taut flesh of Jordan’s body. One lash for each infraction, Master’s rough voice speaking out the reason for punishment after each strike, “You didn’t say Master after your speech,” strike and scream, “you didn’t answer my question,” strike and scream, “and you didn’t please me,” the final blow ended, three angry cuts marred Jordan’s legs, deep crimson blood trickling onto the pristine while bed sheets.
“Maybe some time by yourself, will curb your anger boy. When I return, you had better be thinking more clearly, or I would hate have to harm before I even get to play,” Master said, leaving the room through a door hidden behind one of the drapes.
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Hope you guys enjoy! Review if you wish
Adult situations ahead, read on if you wish, but I did warn you. I own everything in this story, except the suggestions given by my roommate at the time of writing...enjoy if you wish.
The room was cold, freezing cold. Nothing like the cool breeze one should find in Kentucky in the fall. Apparently, wherever Jordan was waking up, the a/c was working overtime. Clouded brown eyes fluttered open, the dark pupils widening to let in the much-needed light to see. Body tensing at the cold air, Jordan shook his black hair out of his eyes, confused as to why he couldn’t move his arms to do the job.
“That would be the drug; it tends to work in different ways for different people. Either that, or the cuffs are preventing you from moving,” a quiet voice whispered from the shadows.
Jordan jumped, clearly startled at the man or woman’s voice, expecting to be alone in the sparsely decorated room. Black linen drapes hung from the ceiling, hiding only God knows what, and Jordan stared hard, expecting someone to jump out to scare him.
“Tut tut boy, that is not the way to greet a Master. Repeat after me please, or the punishments will be quite harsh,” the voice said again, from a different spot, closer to where Jordan lay on the bed, “Say ‘Hello sir, I am pleased to be here for your enjoyment and your enjoyment alone.’”
“Fuck you!” Jordan answered, not caring that he was in no position to defend his self. The famed Collins’ pride making an appearance at the worst possible moment only amused the hidden person, but no disrespect or disobedience was going to be tolerated.
“I warned you boy,” the voice said, swinging the thin riding crop downward, the whistling sound raised goose bumps on Jordan’s slightly tanned skin. The shrill sound was Jordan’s only warning before it hit the exposed skin of his shoulder, a scream ripping itself from his parched throat.
“Ahhh! Fuck bitch that fucking hurt! Why the hell did you do that? Who the hell are you anyway?”
“I said to repeat after me, ‘Hello sir, I am pleased to be here for your enjoyment and your enjoyment alone.’” the voice commanded once more, now appearing to be farther away from Jordan as possible in the small room.
“And I said ‘Fuck you!’ I want to know who the hell you are, and why I’m chained to this bed!” Jordan screamed, pulling hard on the handcuffs holding him in place, rattling the chains on the metal headboard.
The shadowed man smiled, happy for once that his playmate had so much animosity at the first meeting. The enraged brown eyes searched the shadows, dancing upon each dark corner before giving up and moving onward. 'This one will be fun to break. I can already see the future’ the man thought, before brining his weapon down on the other shoulder.
“Shit! What the hell was that one for?” Jordan asked, clinching his teeth to keep from screaming out the pain in his shoulders.
“For disobedience of course, you do as I command, and I might answer your questions. Quid pro quo boy, I can’t give you something for nothing,” that man answered as if it was the simplest concept in the world.
Jordan didn’t answer, concentrating hard on the past few hours trying to figure out how he was put into this situation. 'Oh fuck, I’m screwed! This guy is for real, I’m going to die, I just fucking know it,' he thought, fear clouded his common sense and blocking out any chance for escape. Taking calming breaths, Jordan worked through his fear expecting any moment that the tool would be brought down upon his exposed body for more punishment.
“Hello sir, I am pleased to be here for your enjoyment and your enjoyment alone. My name is Jordan Collins,” Jordan answered, figuring that playing this guy games would insure at least some hope.
Slightly displeased with the boy’s response, Master gauged his sincerity. Hoping that the boy wasn’t broken yet, Master took down one of the black drapes, exposing a cork bored with different cords, each one with a specified thickness and material used in the making. Choosing a fairly medium whip made from leather, Master turned toward the boy, his own bright blue eyes staring into Jordan’s brown ones, which widened more if that was possible at the sight of the whip in Master’s right hand.
“You said nothing would happen. You said you would answer my question if I answered yours. You said ‘quid pro quo’,” Jordan whispered, moving away as much as allowed on the queen size bed.
“You’re right of course, but I only said I might answer your questions, and you didn’t ask one. And for the record Jordan, you no longer have a name. Names are signs of freedom, and right now you a pet, simply here for my amusement. Just think of your self as a dog or cat, an animal,” Master said, walking toward the bed, moving into what little light there was in the room. Cotton lounge pants encased long, well-muscled legs, Master’s bare feet making close to no sound on the carpeted floor. A broad chest, lightly covered with a black fringe of hair peeked out of a long button up shirt. Everything about Master glowed power but his eyes; bright blue, even the pupil was blue, somehow gazing into a person’s very being and found their darkest secrets and exposed them to the light. 'Demon eyes', Jordan thought, falling deeper into the false trust those eyes contained.
“My name is Master, you will refer to me as such in everything you speak or think. I am your world, your reason for existing, and your motivation behind every task you perform. All that you need I will provide. Your quality of life depends on my happiness. Do you understand?” Master asked.
In a controlled voice, not really knowing where the courage came from Jordan answered, “Go to hell and fuck yourself on Satan’s horns. I am no animal, and I take orders from no one!”
Master smiled, showing off straight white teeth. Rising the whip, Master swung down, the tip biting harshly into the taut flesh of Jordan’s body. One lash for each infraction, Master’s rough voice speaking out the reason for punishment after each strike, “You didn’t say Master after your speech,” strike and scream, “you didn’t answer my question,” strike and scream, “and you didn’t please me,” the final blow ended, three angry cuts marred Jordan’s legs, deep crimson blood trickling onto the pristine while bed sheets.
“Maybe some time by yourself, will curb your anger boy. When I return, you had better be thinking more clearly, or I would hate have to harm before I even get to play,” Master said, leaving the room through a door hidden behind one of the drapes.
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Hope you guys enjoy! Review if you wish