The journey
Title: They Journey, Book One: Save Me
Beta: FictionFreak15 <---my soul <3
Rating: Nc-17
Length: about 1500 words
Disclaimer: none of this is mine, other than: some OCs and the plot
Summary: Kris' world is shaken by a beautiful man in a dream. Now Kris must rescue him from the horrors of his past and tormentor of the present.
WARNINGS: This is a dark fic! There are abusive relationships, non-con, dub-con, drug use and other forms of deep pain. Do not read if you are soft hearted. sorry :C
Chapter 6
The next morning:
Adam lay down on his bed. He and Lucé have shared it for a number of years. He remembered being brought here. He remembered the fear and the pain the first months. He remembered feeling trapped, wondering if this was where he would die. Now, this is his sanctuary. He knows here, he pleases his master. Here he takes his punishments and learns how to behave better. Here, he is safe in his tormenter’s arms.
But here, he remembers.
*flashback*
It’s cold. I wanna go home. This is stupid. I could be watching t.v right now, but NO! Dad wants to take me somewhere. He never wants to take me anywhere…Maybe were going to the movies. I like it when Mommy takes me to the musicals. They’re always fun and colorful. I like color…and makeup…and costumes. When I grow up, I’m gonna be just like them. Colorful and happy and made up all pretty. It’ll be perfect!...I’ll sing and make a whole BUNCH of money and buy Mommy a new house! Dad can’t come though because he’s mean and always gone…or drunk.
The cramped, beat up car little Adam was in came to an abrupt stop.
Dad must be stupid. I’m not allowed in clubs. I’m only six! Why are we here?
Adam’s dad sat facing forward for a while as his little son watched him like a hawk. He was in his early twenties but looked much older than he was. His lined face made him look a good six years older. His hair was a ginger blonde color. The same as Adam’s, and he had light dusty freckles. Adam could tell he had his mom’s shape and physique, but deep down he had his father’s physical qualities. His dad was breathing heavily as well as sweating. His rumpled dress shirt was beginning to get damp at the collar as the beads trickled down his neck. His eyes were contemplating something.
This something, Adam saw, was very important.
“Dad? Whaf’s wrong wif you?...You’re actin’ funny. And why are we here? I can’t go in…”
Adam’s father had reached a decision as he climbed out of the car. He trotted sloppily over to the other side of the vehicle and opened the back door. He grabbed a bag and closed the back door, going to Adam’s door. As he opened it, he got down on his knees pulling the contents out of the bag.
“You like makeup, right buddy? Mommy said that you could wear it tonight, if you wanted. Do you want to, buddy?”
Adam wanted to more than anything. His face lit up, and he nodded his head vigorously, letting his dad know how much he wanted to wear it. His dad wasted no time in making Adam’s face look to what Adam thought was beautiful. He then undid his boy’s seatbelt and slipped his son out of the car.
When in the club, Adam was told to put on some new clothes which were a little tight on him, but he liked them enough. They even sparkled some. The inside of the club confused Adam because he had never seen so many bright lights, and the music was giving him a headache. Luckily, his dad was pulling him away from that place into a corridor that had a strange looking elevator. It had bright lights on it like a vanity mirror, and it was painted in many different neon colors, mostly golds and reds.
It looked as though it would say, “Come on in…You’ll never leave.”
Adam was trembling at that point. He didn’t want to go in, but he trusted his dad to keep him safe. Even if the elevator reminded him of the clowns at the circus that he hated so much.
Once down to the bottom, Adam saw the strangest room. It was unlike anything Adam had ever seen, filled with blending colors and difficult themes that Adam couldn’t understand. By that time, Adam was very confused. He saw many people doing things he thought were wrong.
Maybe they aren’t wrong?…
In the middle of the room, he saw a platform. It was really tall, and Adam saw a young man perched on pillows. He had a young boy who sat next to him. The boy could be no younger than thirteen, but Adam thought he was the most gorgeous thing ever. Especially, his blindingly beautiful green eyes. The older man, however, was near his forties and was very menacing. He had greasy, shaggy hair and haggard lines on his face. He wore expensive clothing and looked like a predator. He looked at Adam in an expression Adam didn’t know, and Adam felt a pang of fear shoot through his body. He knew he didn’t want to be here anymore.
“Eber…what is this…” The man stood up and sauntered down the platform, stalking towards Adam.
“This, Dimitri, is my payment. I have no money, as you can see, but I have a beautiful, young boy who can do you good service. He is young, and a bit defiant, but with proper training he could suit even your sadistic nature. Please, take his life instead of mine.”
Dimitri ran this through his head a few times while examining Adam’s face, hair and arms. “Boy, would you do me a favor and undress?”
Adam looked up to his father in shock. He couldn’t possibly do that! Mommy had told him never to do that. “Dad…Daddy? I don’t wanna' take off my clothes.” Eber crashed to his knees and pulled Adam close to him so he could whisper into the boy’s ear. “Look, you little shit, I don’t want to lose my life and yours doesn’t matter near as much as mine. Now you take off your clothes or I will rip them off your fucking body!”
Adam was blinking back tears by then. Fine, I’ll show him. That man will want me…I’m not sure why though. With that Adam slowly discarded his tight clothing and making himself bare to this Dimitri. The older man seemed satisfied as he circled Adam. Every now and then he would touch or caress random spots and finally, after circling him three times, Dimitri leaned down and kissed Adam on the lips. Not knowing what to do Adam opened his mouth at the feeling and Dimitri’s tongue slipped in between Adam’s parted lips. Dimitri drew back and nipped Adam’s lip, earning a squeak from the small boy.
“Tell me boy, do you like your father?” Adam thought about this question as well as all the things his father didn’t do for he and his mother. Provide, care for, protect, love. He then looked into the pleading eyes of his father and shook his head no. He hated his father. And now, being humiliated and confused, he hated him more.
“Eber Lambert. You have been in debt to me for three years, you offer your son as a payment. Yes. I accept the boy. But also, you will accept your death. Boy, you will live here and be taught all that you need to know. You will continue your schooling but will only leave to do so. When you become of age you will be broken and sold away to the patron with the best price. Do I make myself clear?”
Eber was in tears and shaking so Adam supposed he didn’t mind one bit. He had mixed emotions about the place, but never the less, he nodded, not understanding what he was subjecting his body to. Dimitri pulled out a gun and set it on Eber’s temple. Eber shook in fear, knowing he would die. “Boy, cover your ears and look away if you wish.”
BANG!
*end of flashback*
Adam sat up, covered in sweat and trembling. “I’m sorry, Dad.” He knew it wouldn’t help. He knew he should hate his father, but the only one Adam truly hated was Adam. I made that choice. I let myself be pulled into this. It’s my entire fault.
Adam knew he was beginning to break down, and he couldn’t, not today, not tonight. “Lover! Master p-please! I…I-i need you.” Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he waited. Lucé at last, came into their room with a soft look on his face.
“Yes, Kitten? You called?”
Adam climbed off the bed and onto his knees for his master. Tears streaked his face and continued down to the floor, creating dots of discoloring. “I-I need you. In a-any way, master. P-please, l-love me. Let me love y-your body. L-let me suck your cock?” Adam knew if he resorted to what was familiar, the meltdown would hopefully subside.
Luckily for him, Lucé undid his slacks’ button, and then nodded to Adam, who crawled forward and tugged at the zipper with his teeth until it was down. He then pulled out Lucé’s pulsing dick and lightly licked the head. As Lucé moaned, Adam held up his wrists. “Not this time, kitten. You were willing; you may stay unbound.”
Adam nodded then continued to suckle the head of his lover’s cock. He licked into the slit and moaned as the salty flavor burst in his mouth. Adam looked up into the eyes of his master and saw that he was indeed, doing his service well. He licked from the base to the head, feeling the pulse of blood through his master’s vein. Adam then moved to his master’s balls, carefully nuzzling in the soft, short hair with his nose, before sucking one into his mouth. He earned a moan from his beloved, and he let go with a pop , only to worship the other. Adam noticed that Lucé was fully hard and leaking now so he licked the bead off of the head, loving the familiarity of the taste.
“M-master. P-please. Hold me and d-do as you wish.”
Lucé smiled in a way unlike his usual sadistic way. He was soft as if he was looking into the eyes of a lost puppy. He curled his hands into Adam’s beautiful, black hair.
“Oh Kitten. I intend to. But, we’ll do that tonight.”
A/N: thank you all for reading! I love you guys so much. <3
Beta: FictionFreak15 <---my soul <3
Rating: Nc-17
Length: about 1500 words
Disclaimer: none of this is mine, other than: some OCs and the plot
Summary: Kris' world is shaken by a beautiful man in a dream. Now Kris must rescue him from the horrors of his past and tormentor of the present.
WARNINGS: This is a dark fic! There are abusive relationships, non-con, dub-con, drug use and other forms of deep pain. Do not read if you are soft hearted. sorry :C
Chapter 6
The next morning:
Adam lay down on his bed. He and Lucé have shared it for a number of years. He remembered being brought here. He remembered the fear and the pain the first months. He remembered feeling trapped, wondering if this was where he would die. Now, this is his sanctuary. He knows here, he pleases his master. Here he takes his punishments and learns how to behave better. Here, he is safe in his tormenter’s arms.
But here, he remembers.
*flashback*
It’s cold. I wanna go home. This is stupid. I could be watching t.v right now, but NO! Dad wants to take me somewhere. He never wants to take me anywhere…Maybe were going to the movies. I like it when Mommy takes me to the musicals. They’re always fun and colorful. I like color…and makeup…and costumes. When I grow up, I’m gonna be just like them. Colorful and happy and made up all pretty. It’ll be perfect!...I’ll sing and make a whole BUNCH of money and buy Mommy a new house! Dad can’t come though because he’s mean and always gone…or drunk.
The cramped, beat up car little Adam was in came to an abrupt stop.
Dad must be stupid. I’m not allowed in clubs. I’m only six! Why are we here?
Adam’s dad sat facing forward for a while as his little son watched him like a hawk. He was in his early twenties but looked much older than he was. His lined face made him look a good six years older. His hair was a ginger blonde color. The same as Adam’s, and he had light dusty freckles. Adam could tell he had his mom’s shape and physique, but deep down he had his father’s physical qualities. His dad was breathing heavily as well as sweating. His rumpled dress shirt was beginning to get damp at the collar as the beads trickled down his neck. His eyes were contemplating something.
This something, Adam saw, was very important.
“Dad? Whaf’s wrong wif you?...You’re actin’ funny. And why are we here? I can’t go in…”
Adam’s father had reached a decision as he climbed out of the car. He trotted sloppily over to the other side of the vehicle and opened the back door. He grabbed a bag and closed the back door, going to Adam’s door. As he opened it, he got down on his knees pulling the contents out of the bag.
“You like makeup, right buddy? Mommy said that you could wear it tonight, if you wanted. Do you want to, buddy?”
Adam wanted to more than anything. His face lit up, and he nodded his head vigorously, letting his dad know how much he wanted to wear it. His dad wasted no time in making Adam’s face look to what Adam thought was beautiful. He then undid his boy’s seatbelt and slipped his son out of the car.
When in the club, Adam was told to put on some new clothes which were a little tight on him, but he liked them enough. They even sparkled some. The inside of the club confused Adam because he had never seen so many bright lights, and the music was giving him a headache. Luckily, his dad was pulling him away from that place into a corridor that had a strange looking elevator. It had bright lights on it like a vanity mirror, and it was painted in many different neon colors, mostly golds and reds.
It looked as though it would say, “Come on in…You’ll never leave.”
Adam was trembling at that point. He didn’t want to go in, but he trusted his dad to keep him safe. Even if the elevator reminded him of the clowns at the circus that he hated so much.
Once down to the bottom, Adam saw the strangest room. It was unlike anything Adam had ever seen, filled with blending colors and difficult themes that Adam couldn’t understand. By that time, Adam was very confused. He saw many people doing things he thought were wrong.
Maybe they aren’t wrong?…
In the middle of the room, he saw a platform. It was really tall, and Adam saw a young man perched on pillows. He had a young boy who sat next to him. The boy could be no younger than thirteen, but Adam thought he was the most gorgeous thing ever. Especially, his blindingly beautiful green eyes. The older man, however, was near his forties and was very menacing. He had greasy, shaggy hair and haggard lines on his face. He wore expensive clothing and looked like a predator. He looked at Adam in an expression Adam didn’t know, and Adam felt a pang of fear shoot through his body. He knew he didn’t want to be here anymore.
“Eber…what is this…” The man stood up and sauntered down the platform, stalking towards Adam.
“This, Dimitri, is my payment. I have no money, as you can see, but I have a beautiful, young boy who can do you good service. He is young, and a bit defiant, but with proper training he could suit even your sadistic nature. Please, take his life instead of mine.”
Dimitri ran this through his head a few times while examining Adam’s face, hair and arms. “Boy, would you do me a favor and undress?”
Adam looked up to his father in shock. He couldn’t possibly do that! Mommy had told him never to do that. “Dad…Daddy? I don’t wanna' take off my clothes.” Eber crashed to his knees and pulled Adam close to him so he could whisper into the boy’s ear. “Look, you little shit, I don’t want to lose my life and yours doesn’t matter near as much as mine. Now you take off your clothes or I will rip them off your fucking body!”
Adam was blinking back tears by then. Fine, I’ll show him. That man will want me…I’m not sure why though. With that Adam slowly discarded his tight clothing and making himself bare to this Dimitri. The older man seemed satisfied as he circled Adam. Every now and then he would touch or caress random spots and finally, after circling him three times, Dimitri leaned down and kissed Adam on the lips. Not knowing what to do Adam opened his mouth at the feeling and Dimitri’s tongue slipped in between Adam’s parted lips. Dimitri drew back and nipped Adam’s lip, earning a squeak from the small boy.
“Tell me boy, do you like your father?” Adam thought about this question as well as all the things his father didn’t do for he and his mother. Provide, care for, protect, love. He then looked into the pleading eyes of his father and shook his head no. He hated his father. And now, being humiliated and confused, he hated him more.
“Eber Lambert. You have been in debt to me for three years, you offer your son as a payment. Yes. I accept the boy. But also, you will accept your death. Boy, you will live here and be taught all that you need to know. You will continue your schooling but will only leave to do so. When you become of age you will be broken and sold away to the patron with the best price. Do I make myself clear?”
Eber was in tears and shaking so Adam supposed he didn’t mind one bit. He had mixed emotions about the place, but never the less, he nodded, not understanding what he was subjecting his body to. Dimitri pulled out a gun and set it on Eber’s temple. Eber shook in fear, knowing he would die. “Boy, cover your ears and look away if you wish.”
BANG!
*end of flashback*
Adam sat up, covered in sweat and trembling. “I’m sorry, Dad.” He knew it wouldn’t help. He knew he should hate his father, but the only one Adam truly hated was Adam. I made that choice. I let myself be pulled into this. It’s my entire fault.
Adam knew he was beginning to break down, and he couldn’t, not today, not tonight. “Lover! Master p-please! I…I-i need you.” Silent tears ran down his cheeks as he waited. Lucé at last, came into their room with a soft look on his face.
“Yes, Kitten? You called?”
Adam climbed off the bed and onto his knees for his master. Tears streaked his face and continued down to the floor, creating dots of discoloring. “I-I need you. In a-any way, master. P-please, l-love me. Let me love y-your body. L-let me suck your cock?” Adam knew if he resorted to what was familiar, the meltdown would hopefully subside.
Luckily for him, Lucé undid his slacks’ button, and then nodded to Adam, who crawled forward and tugged at the zipper with his teeth until it was down. He then pulled out Lucé’s pulsing dick and lightly licked the head. As Lucé moaned, Adam held up his wrists. “Not this time, kitten. You were willing; you may stay unbound.”
Adam nodded then continued to suckle the head of his lover’s cock. He licked into the slit and moaned as the salty flavor burst in his mouth. Adam looked up into the eyes of his master and saw that he was indeed, doing his service well. He licked from the base to the head, feeling the pulse of blood through his master’s vein. Adam then moved to his master’s balls, carefully nuzzling in the soft, short hair with his nose, before sucking one into his mouth. He earned a moan from his beloved, and he let go with a pop , only to worship the other. Adam noticed that Lucé was fully hard and leaking now so he licked the bead off of the head, loving the familiarity of the taste.
“M-master. P-please. Hold me and d-do as you wish.”
Lucé smiled in a way unlike his usual sadistic way. He was soft as if he was looking into the eyes of a lost puppy. He curled his hands into Adam’s beautiful, black hair.
“Oh Kitten. I intend to. But, we’ll do that tonight.”
A/N: thank you all for reading! I love you guys so much. <3