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 8
Now, Adam was fully confused. He lay on his back panting, unable to stop as his husband deep throated him. He didn’t understand. There were no beatings, no whippings.
Why? Is this some new form of punishment? Couldn’t be…Lucé isn’t that stupid.
A moan tore trough Adam’s body as he came into Lucé’s hot, waiting mouth. His lover milked him until the orgasm past, then popped off Adam’s dick. He kissed a trail up Adam’s body then stopped at his lips.
“What is it Adam?...Did you not enjoy it?”
“Well, I d-did enj-joy it,” Adam had never dared to tell his true thoughts to Lucé. It seemed now they were pouring out like water, “Did I do s-something wrong? O-or right? Or…I d-don’t know. I-I’m so conf-fused.” Tears of frustration spilled from Adam’s eyes as he tried to understand the shift in his stable world.
I just want it to be like normal again...
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“HE WHAT!?!?!”
Kris nearly shit bricks trying to understand or even comprehend what Tommy had just told him. “He…He got married? To Lucé. Yesterday. He…got married…….To Lu-“
“Yes, god damnit, to Lucé.. He said I do, the bastard said I do, they both willingly fucked each other’s brains out on the dais, Adam’s brained turned to goo and then they left. Oh yeah, and Adam got branded somewhere in there.”
Kris was pale and speechless. He never would have thought this kind of thing to happen. Maybe…Maybe Lucé just isn’t the guy I thought he was…Maybe he and Adam get off on rough play or something…ugh. I’m so confused right now.
“So…what should we do?” Tommy had no ideas what so ever. He was just as lost as Kris was in this situation. “Kris, it’s ok. I’ll shoot some texts, and we’ll find out what’s really going on.”
“How is texting going to find out what’s going on?” Kris was confused to the point where anything that Tommy would do would be ok. He did, however, worry about the fact that his blue eyed beauty wasn’t really his anymore…
…But he will be. That bastard can’t be trusted, and I’m sure that Adam would pick me over that guy.
His mind was invaded by the images of his dream a while ago. He did willingly kill himself for the man…And he called him fiancé. Lucé and his relationship may have a smidgen of love? Or maybe it’s just loyalty…God, I don’t know anymore. Kris’ head fell into his hands as silent tears of frustration slid down his cheeks.
“Got someone. They go undercover to that VIP all the time. They say they knew Adam since he was a kid. Guy’s smart but acts like a complete loon. Think you wanna shoot him a text.”
“Sure. I have no other options, right?...What’s his name?”
“Bradley Bell?...Just don’t call him that. Call him Cheeks.”
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Adam was breathing heavily now. It seemed to be a common thing now a days. After the wedding, his life got flipped upside down, and he didn’t know what to do. Lucé has been soft with him, making him feel equal and loved. Adam didn’t understand the gestures of gratitude. All his life, he was gifted to people for pleasures, not companionship, much less, love. Why would Lucé be willing to give him love when it’s obvious, he’s not supposed to.
He’s supposed to be alone.
Maybe I’ll talk to him. Tonight. Yeah, I’ll talk to him tonight. I’ll tell him the truth, how confused I am. Maybe he’ll tell me why.
“Kitten? You seem off, honey. What is it?” Lucé was rubbing Adam’s ass as he sat on all fours. He didn’t realize that while he was thinking, his body had become unresponsive.
“Uh…N-nothing…L-Lucé. I…d-don’t feel well a-actually. I f-feel kind of s-sick.” What he said wasn’t all a lie.
“Oh…well then…we’ll finish this and then I’ll let you rest. I’ll get something from the store that will make you feel better, and we’ll have a nice night in, ok Adam?”
There it was again. The man insisted on using Adam’s name all the time. He missed being called pet. He missed his title. With it, he had understanding of who he was and what was expected of him. Adam had always been uncharted waters for him. When he did what he liked, he was punished. When he did what his owner wanted, he was rewarded. So logic stands to say, Adam equals punishments. The only problem is Adam hasn’t been getting punishments.
Adam was in mid thought when he felt his ass cheeks being spread. Forget Adam. Focus on Kitten. That’s who you are. You’re Kitten. Behave! He felt a tongue sliding up the inside of his cheek. It was so close. “M-more…” Lucé chuckled low then began to lick up the inside of Adam’s ass, rubbing his tongue over the hole every now and then. His tongue would slip inside evey so often, earning gasps of pleasure from his shaking lover. He dipped his tongue in and held it there, waiting for a reaction. When he felt Adam pushing back, he took that as an ok and began to fuck into the tight hole with his tongue. Adam writhed underneath it, begging for more. Lucé swiftly pulled out of Adam and grabbed the lube off the table. No need for a condom anymore. A generous amount was poured over Adam’s hole. Lucé had been being extra careful with his man lately, not wanting to ruin that beautiful body. He pushed his middle finger in and pulled in and out repeatedly, making Adam arch and moan. His baby had a beautiful arch in bed. He added another finger, moving faster than before. Then with his third edition he began to scissor his lover. “You like that Adam? You want more?” Black hair bobbed up and down quickly, for Adam had no breath for words at the moment. Lucé quickly rubbed his cock down with lube and put the head at Adam’s entrance. He held completely still.
“Adam…Do you want to play nice tonight? Or do you want to play dirty?”
“I…I m-miss…my mas-ster…I want…n-need to be…p-punished.” Lucé looked at Adam and chuckled. It grew into a sinister laugh as he got off the bed and ventured into the closet. Even if they were on their honeymoon, Lucé brought his toys. He came into the room with his set of goodies and went to work. He fastened Adam’s arms down to the headboard and got him onto his knees. He then, leaned over his back and fastened a blindfold over his eyes and put a ball gag in his mouth. Adam felt the bed dip and knew his master was retrieving more toys. He felt the bed dip again and hissed through the gag as a slicked up plug that was too big for him was worked into his tight body. It hit his prostate though, which sent waves of pleasure through him every time he shifted.
The finishing touch was made known when Adam felt his back being torn open by a whip. It didn’t hurt as much as it stung and Adam felt tears of joy falling due to the familiarity of the object. He was now doing his proper duty towards his master and would take it as long as his master gave it. The confusion was washed away as he took in the pain, knowing he was doing a good job. He didn’t know how long he was being whipped but he could feel his lungs burning from the screaming and gasping he didn’t realize he had been doing. His body ached and began to convulse, pulling away from the whip’s burn. Lucé put the whip away and got off the bed. He moved over to the side to admire Adam’s marred body. This “loving husband” façade of his couldn’t last forever because tonight he couldn’t get enough of mutilating his toy. He leaned forward and undid the gag and blindfold. With a lot of work and tears from his pet, he roughly pulled out the plug and picked up his other toys. He disappeared into the closet, but Adam could still hear, “Face forward slut. Assume your position and stay that way.” Adam complied, making his body look as though he was bowing to an emperor the best he could manage. He kept his eyes forward, towards the headboard’s posts, waiting for instruction.
His waiting was rewarded with relentless slaps to his ass. He hissed in pain as his master brought down the paddle again and again. He had forgotten how much a paddle can hurt someone when wielded by a man with Lucé’s strength. The paddling only stopped when Adam’s ass had reached a red color and was warm to the touch. Lucé used this as the perfect opportunity. He spread Adam’s cheeks and slammed into him.
Whatever love he previously had while rimming Adam flew out the window.
Adam was finally in tears of pain. His ass breached over and over. His skin was broken and his ass was sore. While His master slammed into him, he slapped his ass, ripping screams and pleas from Adam’s throat. His master grunted as he pushed in and out, over and over. “Ugh…Take it Kitten…Be that slut…Yeah…Ugh…Be the whore…You were trained …to be…let me hear that moan…and feel that arch,” Adam complied and arched as much as he could, moaning the whole way through tears “…See slut…That’s all you want…To be used…Fucked…Take it baby…Oh God…Take it!” Lucé started to lose his rhythm but slammed faster and faster and pounded harder and harder. Finally, he pulled out and undid the handcuffs. He threw them aside and picked up Adam and threw him to the floor. Adam had to catch himself as he fell but before he got balanced, Lucé pounced onto him, straddling his chest. Adam fought for control but couldn’t as Lucé pried his mouth open and slammed into it as though it was his hole. New tears and gags were the soundtrack in Adam’s ears as his hair was pulled so his head could suck down more. Lucé furiously rammed into Adam’s mouth until he felt thick streams flow out of him and into his gagging lover. Adam was good and drank it all down and continued to suck on his lover, letting his softening cock slip out and moving to his balls, licking them torturously slow. His licking stopped when Lucé pulled his face back and backhanded it, making his kitten’s head hit the floor with a thud.
“I’m going to the store, you little liar. I’m not getting you meds because it’s obvious you’re not sick. I’m getting dinner and you should be happy if you get anything from me. Goodbye Kitten.” The words were spat in Adam’s direction as Lucé walked out the door and for the first time since he began this “job” Adam was satisfied.
Mostly.
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 8
Now, Adam was fully confused. He lay on his back panting, unable to stop as his husband deep throated him. He didn’t understand. There were no beatings, no whippings.
Why? Is this some new form of punishment? Couldn’t be…Lucé isn’t that stupid.
A moan tore trough Adam’s body as he came into Lucé’s hot, waiting mouth. His lover milked him until the orgasm past, then popped off Adam’s dick. He kissed a trail up Adam’s body then stopped at his lips.
“What is it Adam?...Did you not enjoy it?”
“Well, I d-did enj-joy it,” Adam had never dared to tell his true thoughts to Lucé. It seemed now they were pouring out like water, “Did I do s-something wrong? O-or right? Or…I d-don’t know. I-I’m so conf-fused.” Tears of frustration spilled from Adam’s eyes as he tried to understand the shift in his stable world.
I just want it to be like normal again...
MWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMWMW
“HE WHAT!?!?!”
Kris nearly shit bricks trying to understand or even comprehend what Tommy had just told him. “He…He got married? To Lucé. Yesterday. He…got married…….To Lu-“
“Yes, god damnit, to Lucé.. He said I do, the bastard said I do, they both willingly fucked each other’s brains out on the dais, Adam’s brained turned to goo and then they left. Oh yeah, and Adam got branded somewhere in there.”
Kris was pale and speechless. He never would have thought this kind of thing to happen. Maybe…Maybe Lucé just isn’t the guy I thought he was…Maybe he and Adam get off on rough play or something…ugh. I’m so confused right now.
“So…what should we do?” Tommy had no ideas what so ever. He was just as lost as Kris was in this situation. “Kris, it’s ok. I’ll shoot some texts, and we’ll find out what’s really going on.”
“How is texting going to find out what’s going on?” Kris was confused to the point where anything that Tommy would do would be ok. He did, however, worry about the fact that his blue eyed beauty wasn’t really his anymore…
…But he will be. That bastard can’t be trusted, and I’m sure that Adam would pick me over that guy.
His mind was invaded by the images of his dream a while ago. He did willingly kill himself for the man…And he called him fiancé. Lucé and his relationship may have a smidgen of love? Or maybe it’s just loyalty…God, I don’t know anymore. Kris’ head fell into his hands as silent tears of frustration slid down his cheeks.
“Got someone. They go undercover to that VIP all the time. They say they knew Adam since he was a kid. Guy’s smart but acts like a complete loon. Think you wanna shoot him a text.”
“Sure. I have no other options, right?...What’s his name?”
“Bradley Bell?...Just don’t call him that. Call him Cheeks.”
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Adam was breathing heavily now. It seemed to be a common thing now a days. After the wedding, his life got flipped upside down, and he didn’t know what to do. Lucé has been soft with him, making him feel equal and loved. Adam didn’t understand the gestures of gratitude. All his life, he was gifted to people for pleasures, not companionship, much less, love. Why would Lucé be willing to give him love when it’s obvious, he’s not supposed to.
He’s supposed to be alone.
Maybe I’ll talk to him. Tonight. Yeah, I’ll talk to him tonight. I’ll tell him the truth, how confused I am. Maybe he’ll tell me why.
“Kitten? You seem off, honey. What is it?” Lucé was rubbing Adam’s ass as he sat on all fours. He didn’t realize that while he was thinking, his body had become unresponsive.
“Uh…N-nothing…L-Lucé. I…d-don’t feel well a-actually. I f-feel kind of s-sick.” What he said wasn’t all a lie.
“Oh…well then…we’ll finish this and then I’ll let you rest. I’ll get something from the store that will make you feel better, and we’ll have a nice night in, ok Adam?”
There it was again. The man insisted on using Adam’s name all the time. He missed being called pet. He missed his title. With it, he had understanding of who he was and what was expected of him. Adam had always been uncharted waters for him. When he did what he liked, he was punished. When he did what his owner wanted, he was rewarded. So logic stands to say, Adam equals punishments. The only problem is Adam hasn’t been getting punishments.
Adam was in mid thought when he felt his ass cheeks being spread. Forget Adam. Focus on Kitten. That’s who you are. You’re Kitten. Behave! He felt a tongue sliding up the inside of his cheek. It was so close. “M-more…” Lucé chuckled low then began to lick up the inside of Adam’s ass, rubbing his tongue over the hole every now and then. His tongue would slip inside evey so often, earning gasps of pleasure from his shaking lover. He dipped his tongue in and held it there, waiting for a reaction. When he felt Adam pushing back, he took that as an ok and began to fuck into the tight hole with his tongue. Adam writhed underneath it, begging for more. Lucé swiftly pulled out of Adam and grabbed the lube off the table. No need for a condom anymore. A generous amount was poured over Adam’s hole. Lucé had been being extra careful with his man lately, not wanting to ruin that beautiful body. He pushed his middle finger in and pulled in and out repeatedly, making Adam arch and moan. His baby had a beautiful arch in bed. He added another finger, moving faster than before. Then with his third edition he began to scissor his lover. “You like that Adam? You want more?” Black hair bobbed up and down quickly, for Adam had no breath for words at the moment. Lucé quickly rubbed his cock down with lube and put the head at Adam’s entrance. He held completely still.
“Adam…Do you want to play nice tonight? Or do you want to play dirty?”
“I…I m-miss…my mas-ster…I want…n-need to be…p-punished.” Lucé looked at Adam and chuckled. It grew into a sinister laugh as he got off the bed and ventured into the closet. Even if they were on their honeymoon, Lucé brought his toys. He came into the room with his set of goodies and went to work. He fastened Adam’s arms down to the headboard and got him onto his knees. He then, leaned over his back and fastened a blindfold over his eyes and put a ball gag in his mouth. Adam felt the bed dip and knew his master was retrieving more toys. He felt the bed dip again and hissed through the gag as a slicked up plug that was too big for him was worked into his tight body. It hit his prostate though, which sent waves of pleasure through him every time he shifted.
The finishing touch was made known when Adam felt his back being torn open by a whip. It didn’t hurt as much as it stung and Adam felt tears of joy falling due to the familiarity of the object. He was now doing his proper duty towards his master and would take it as long as his master gave it. The confusion was washed away as he took in the pain, knowing he was doing a good job. He didn’t know how long he was being whipped but he could feel his lungs burning from the screaming and gasping he didn’t realize he had been doing. His body ached and began to convulse, pulling away from the whip’s burn. Lucé put the whip away and got off the bed. He moved over to the side to admire Adam’s marred body. This “loving husband” façade of his couldn’t last forever because tonight he couldn’t get enough of mutilating his toy. He leaned forward and undid the gag and blindfold. With a lot of work and tears from his pet, he roughly pulled out the plug and picked up his other toys. He disappeared into the closet, but Adam could still hear, “Face forward slut. Assume your position and stay that way.” Adam complied, making his body look as though he was bowing to an emperor the best he could manage. He kept his eyes forward, towards the headboard’s posts, waiting for instruction.
His waiting was rewarded with relentless slaps to his ass. He hissed in pain as his master brought down the paddle again and again. He had forgotten how much a paddle can hurt someone when wielded by a man with Lucé’s strength. The paddling only stopped when Adam’s ass had reached a red color and was warm to the touch. Lucé used this as the perfect opportunity. He spread Adam’s cheeks and slammed into him.
Whatever love he previously had while rimming Adam flew out the window.
Adam was finally in tears of pain. His ass breached over and over. His skin was broken and his ass was sore. While His master slammed into him, he slapped his ass, ripping screams and pleas from Adam’s throat. His master grunted as he pushed in and out, over and over. “Ugh…Take it Kitten…Be that slut…Yeah…Ugh…Be the whore…You were trained …to be…let me hear that moan…and feel that arch,” Adam complied and arched as much as he could, moaning the whole way through tears “…See slut…That’s all you want…To be used…Fucked…Take it baby…Oh God…Take it!” Lucé started to lose his rhythm but slammed faster and faster and pounded harder and harder. Finally, he pulled out and undid the handcuffs. He threw them aside and picked up Adam and threw him to the floor. Adam had to catch himself as he fell but before he got balanced, Lucé pounced onto him, straddling his chest. Adam fought for control but couldn’t as Lucé pried his mouth open and slammed into it as though it was his hole. New tears and gags were the soundtrack in Adam’s ears as his hair was pulled so his head could suck down more. Lucé furiously rammed into Adam’s mouth until he felt thick streams flow out of him and into his gagging lover. Adam was good and drank it all down and continued to suck on his lover, letting his softening cock slip out and moving to his balls, licking them torturously slow. His licking stopped when Lucé pulled his face back and backhanded it, making his kitten’s head hit the floor with a thud.
“I’m going to the store, you little liar. I’m not getting you meds because it’s obvious you’re not sick. I’m getting dinner and you should be happy if you get anything from me. Goodbye Kitten.” The words were spat in Adam’s direction as Lucé walked out the door and for the first time since he began this “job” Adam was satisfied.
Mostly.