Episode 1 #5
Sudden blinding pain, his hand broke beneath the unhesitating force. Lubricated by blood, his shattered bones slid through the steel of the shackle. He fell to his knees. All air was gone. All sight erased. He was falling beneath this hell.
Arms wrapped around him from above and below. There was a wide chest beneath his face and fierce footsteps. Somewhere beyond there were shouts and cries. He broke inside the arms holding him against a quickly drumming heart.
The man carrying him knelt down in a dark place. Cold cement touched his bare legs. He sank to his side, touching a wet surface. His skin burned from the inside out. Rain kissed him.
Someone called.
The man touched his shoulder. “Stay. You’re safe here.”
Rei forced himself to turn his face to look up. An angel in a singed pale suit with long blond hair was just stepping away. Beyond him the roof of the neo-traditional Chinese manor roared with flames. Dark clouds rolled overhead, pouring out rain.
Rei dropped his face to his arm, unable to hold up his head.
For a dark moment, he knew nothing. Footsteps moved back and forth and voices rose and fell.
He burned beneath the rain, succored only by the ever deepening storm.
It couldn’t take the heat out of his cheek or his side.
His right hand lay on the stone, broken and bleeding, staining the pattern of the ornamental design in the surface of the garden stones.
The world quieted. Sounds of crackling wood and fire faded. Footsteps arrived.
“Is this one alive?”
Hands turned him over. Someone gasped. He blinked up at them. One of his current owner’s security.
“It’s the idol catamite,” the muscle reported. “Face is ruined.”
Rei’s owner approached. This one was Han and spoke with a rough Beijing accent.
“Fucking waste.” He gripped Rei’s chin, turning his head this way and that.
“That will never be the same again.” He grabbed Rei’s half-destroyed sleeves, looking at each of his hands, the broken one and the burned one. “This one is finished.”
The muscle dropped Rei to the ground. Rei caught himself on his forearms. He stared up at his owner. Between them was a gun, its barrel pointed at Rei’s face.
The muscle backed away.
“Tell them to get a body bag out here,” Rei’s owner said. “We’ve got to have this place clean before the authorities are crawling over us.”
Rei closed his eyes. It was always coming to this. Merchari catamites rarely survived for long.
“Stop.” Another voice, deep and commanding, approached. Rei turned his head. His angel in the pale suit with long blond hair was striding through the half-ruined garden. He’d lost his coat and his white shirt was torn open from throat to belt. Blood smeared across his chest.
“This one’s wasted. Face’s burned.”
“Not his brain.” The angel moved closer, stepping between Rei and the mouth of the gun. “Give him to me.”
“What for?”
“I don’t need a pretty face for my work,” the angel said.
“How much?”
“Oh, fuck off, Ming,” the angel snarled. “I’m saving you the trouble of getting rid of a body with a bullet.”
“Fine, since you want the waste so much. What’s it to you?”
“He’s got a fucking mouth for languages. Got a use for that.”
“Thought you didn’t do human property.”
“Shut your mouth. I just don’t stick my dick into questionable holes.”
“Fine. Fine. I’ve got better things to do.”
The man in the pale suit leaned down over Rei. His lips whispered near Rei’s ear. “Just close your eyes, little one.”
He lifted Rei from the cold ground.
Rei
Present
Rei followed Sevastyan’s fingers as they caressed the fading burns along Rei’s little finger.
He swallowed again. He could submit to almost anything Sevastyan asked of him.
Being tied with both wrists to a bed was still one of the harder forms of submission Sevastyan could demand.
Rei knew, deep in his chest, that Sevastyan would never leave him.
And yet the fear remained.
“It’s rope, beautiful,” Sevastyan husked against his shoulder. “Not steel. Pull on them. Feel the difference.”
Tears rolled down Rei’s cheek. He pulled on the bonds as Sevastyan ordered. It was different. If he could do this, he could do almost anything Sevastyan asked. Walk naked into a social soirée, free climb a cliff, jump from a plane.
Sevastyan laid himself over Rei’s back, his hips pressed against the swell of Rei’s ass, his chest brushing Rei’s shoulders. “I’m here, little one.”
“Master.” Rei struggled not to sob. He needed to find that place beyond thought where his body was Sevastyan’s, where he obeyed without question, without fear.
It was always like this whenever their routine was broken, when Sevastyan was gone too long and Rei was left alone with his demons and his nightmares, unable to run, unable to speak to another living soul, left with nothing but his work, his music, and his hard drive of downloaded shows and films.
“So good for me,” Sevastyan whispered against Rei’s spine.
He nuzzled his way down each vertebrae, forcing Rei to strain and twist against the sensation.
He reached Rei’s ass and framed it in his hands.
He rubbed toward the crease with his fingers, kneading and massaging, pulling the globes of Rei’s rear apart.
Rei worked his fingers in and out of fist shapes, anticipation building in his throat.
“Who owns you?”
“You, Master.”
“And what rights do I have, thrall?”
Rei’s hands fell open. “All rights, Master.”
“Remember that.”
Sevastyan’s hair fell against Rei’s hips and then Sevastyan’s tongue was there.
Rei gritted his teeth to keep his thighs parted and flat against the bed.
Sevastyan dragged his tongue deep over Rei’s hole.
Rei stifled a groan and screwed his eyes shut.
He never wanted to put his tongue there on anyone.
It was a place he had gone, but not willingly.
He would do it for Sevastyan but it left him weak, weepy, and clinging, feeling like the lowest of the low.
Sevastyan had no such reservations. He ate at Rei’s hole, his tongue working Rei’s entrance, seeking admittance, his lips biting at the fleshy mounds on either side, suction and spit all employed to own the gate of Rei’s body as if he would never release the ground he had claimed.
Rei writhed, gripping at the ropes. The onslaught of sensation rushed up his body and into his head.
His back arched and his feet flexed. While Rei would have given service, Sevastyan consumed Rei’s essence from his skin.
The tingle of his nerves built up across Rei’s flesh. He cried out against the mattress, his legs moving against the sheets.
Sevastyan pinned him down, his knees on Rei’s legs.
Rei shrieked as Sevastyan’s tongue pierced him. It wasn’t good, it was overwhelming. He was lost, taken and devoured.
“Master!”
Sevastyan stopped, his nose and his lips still in the cleft of Rei’s ass. “Who do you belong to?”
“‘You, Master.” Rei struggled weakly. Tears splashed down his cheeks. All thoughts and fears of the ropes and the bindings to the bed were gone. His nerves were overwrought. He needed to be touched in more than one place before he flew apart.
“Give.” He removed his knees from Rei’s thighs.
Rei cried into his own shoulder. He inched his knees higher on the bed until he could spread them further and arch his back, offering Sevastyan his hole to plunder.
Sevastyan let him stay like that, supplicant and on display, before he reached out, dragging his thumb through the wetness his tongue had left on the softness in Rei’s center.
“You make me hungry, beautiful.”
“Master.” Rei trembled.
Sevastyan slid a hand beneath Rei, his palm turned upward.
He stroked Rei’s lower belly, playing with the softness there wrapped over the hardness of Rei’s well-honed abdominals.
He dragged his palm down, placing the heel of his hand just above Rei’s cock and applying pressure, forcing Rei’s ass to tilt higher.
His other hand settled on the small of Rei’s back.
He lifted Rei from the bed and brought Rei’s hole to his mouth.
He feasted, Rei’s legs draped over his arms, helplessly dangling. Rei gripped the ropes, his chest dragged down the mattress, his arms spread wide and stretched between the posts.
Sensation roared through Rei’s head. His limbs twitched and thrashed.
Only years of training and discipline kept him from beating his feet against his master.
He wept into the sheets until the static in his ears was louder than his breathing and the rising wave broke through his nerves, leaving him weak and floating, limp in Sevastyan’s grip.
Sevastyan’s tongue was deep in his hole now.
His master dragged his teeth along the soft tissue and bit down.
Rei’s thighs spasmed, but the dreamlike drift had him firmly in its grasp.
He didn’t even whimper as the pain crested and washed through him, passing without a sound leaving his lips.
“There you are,” Sevastyan whispered. He lowered Rei to the bed, straightening out his boy’s legs when he lay as he was placed.
Sevastyan reached for slick and spread it across Rei’s hole, swirling his fingers inside. Rei listened to the sounds of Sevastyan covering his cock with the same and then Sevastyan’s cock was kissing the rim of Rei’s entrance and sliding inside.
It was always so much, each time when Sevastyan would enter him again after a period of abstinence.
But Rei was in that drifting place, his stomach feeling lower than the mattress, his mind beyond resistance.
Sevastyan sank into Rei, into the space where he belonged, and Rei’s mind fell, surrendering his form to his master, the angel of his nightmares and dreams.
Sevastyan slid his hand under Rei’s hips, finding Rei’s cock.
He squeezed, measuring Rei’s hardness in his grip.
Then he released. It would be up to the angle of Sevastyan’s plundering whether or not Rei would come.
He could neither touch himself nor beg for relief.
In training he was often forbidden from finding release, but in these moments Sevastyan neither cared nor restricted.
Rei would come as Sevastyan pounded into him and Sevastyan would come sometime after as Rei writhed under him, overstimulated and driven to the edge of madness.
It came, a slow flood, filling Rei from above and below.
Orgasms always started in his throat and rushed through his ribs down his belly to his loins.
He anointed the bed as his master plunged deep into his channel.
He tightened, spasming around the cock inside him.
Sevastyan grunted, driving his hips deeper.
Rei’s body shook, overwrought and wrung out, covered in sweat, his face a mess of tears and other emissions from his nose and his mouth.
Sevastyan lay on him, his forehead pressed to Rei’s shoulder. He ground his hips in and flooded Rei’s innermost parts.
A few breaths later, his master reached for the ropes binding Rei to the posts, plucking the knots apart, leaving the strands still bound around Rei’s wrists. He rose up on his elbows, withdrawing from Rei’s hole and resting his body on the mattress alongside Rei.
Rei turned, curling into Sevastyan’s chest, pulling his arms in against his ribs, sobs racking his chest. Sevastyan wrapped Rei in his arms and trapped Rei’s legs beneath his own. Rei wept against Sevastyan’s chest until the world was quiet in his head and his breath came gently.
“Better, little one?” Sevastyan whispered.
Rei gripped at Sevastyan’s chest, feeling his pectorals beneath his palms. “Yes, Master.”
It was better. The tension was gone. His head was soft inside. He’d fallen apart again and Sevastyan had caught him, pinned him, and carried his broken pieces to the other side. His body was sore but loose. His lungs drew air in deeper.
Sevastyan shifted onto his back, inviting Rei to lie on his chest. Rei crawled on top of him, his legs spreading naturally to either side of Sevastyan’s hips, and Sevastyan stroked his back. He reached for the blankets and together they covered themselves.
Sevastyan checked the ropes on Rei’s wrists. “These can stay.”
Rei nodded. They would help. He’d wake with the reminder of what he was, what they were, of what they might face as they traveled west in the morning.
“Empty, Master,” Rei murmured against Sevastyan’s areola.
Sevastyan slid his hand down to Rei’s ass under the blankets. He pressed two fingers inside Rei’s pliant hole. “Sleep, little one.”