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Paris
And here we are at the end! Whoo and hoo!
This entry is rated 4
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four and final part
Lex looked up, around, he looked into the face of the man on his knees in front of him and quaked, he wanted to cry. Oh god, what did he do? What happened to him?
The men around him moved away, laughing, talking as they did. He was dismissed, no longer of interest now that his part in the evening’s entertainment was concluded. Father was looking at him—he couldn’t place the expression, couldn’t begin to ascribe a particular emotion to it—satisfaction?
He tried to cover himself, and shrank back when his father reached out to him but Lionel stopped short of touching him.
“Alexander…thank you,” he said and smiled. He backed away from Lex and pulled a large white handkerchief from a pocket in his jacket, wiped at his hands. “You’ve proven to be more valuable than I ever thought possible.”
Lucas stood at his father’s side, staring at Lex. He looked angry and when Father glanced away, rather unhappy. Paris turned his head away from him as the tall thin man in black appeared behind Father. He stared down at the floor, looking equal parts ashamed and sad.
“You won’t be coming home with us Alexander, but take solace in the thought that I’ll miss you, and you made my life immeasurably richer.” He laughed and stood to the side, made a sweeping bow at the thin man. “Meet your keeper. Mr. Black will introduce you to your new owner. I suggest you do what he says.”
The room grew darker and darker and swung wildly, a strident voice called his name over and over as Lex plunged head first into darkness.
Fainting, he discovered, could be a very relaxing experience.
When he came to, he was in a smaller room, lit by a single electric bulb. He was spread out on the cold damp floor, and his head was cradled in the young man’s lap.
“Paris,” he croaked and tried to rise, but Paris stopped him with gentle pressure on his chest.
“Shhhh.” he said as he stroked his head with strong, even but gentle pressure, rubbed at his temples until despite himself Lex’s stiff muscles began to unwind. He lay quietly until he realized that he could hear voices from behind the door.
“Remember, this seals things between us for good.”
“Didn’t I tell you that we’d be kings? We will be. I’ll enjoy your gift and I hope you enjoy yours.“
“That’s quite a lot of money, Father. Have you counted it?”
“Don’t be crude, my boy.”
“Do you wish to take your leave of your…your…”
“No, not necessary. I’ve already done so.”
Paris looked down at Lex with sad eyes, laid his fingers across his lips when Lex wanted to speak, held him still when he tried to get to his feet.
The door creaked on it’s hinges and Mr. Black entered the room and tossed some clothing towards the two.
“Dress him if he needs help and make it quick Clark, we don’t have all night.” Mr. Black spun on his heel and slammed the door behind him.
Lex looked at the boy puzzled. “Clark? Why…”
“Me. My real name. That other name—I hate it, it’s stupid, a--a…stage name--” and he laughed bitterly.
Clark helped him to his feet and helped him to dress. His fingers lingered over skin, and Lex found himself watching his face, drinking in his expression…Clark smiled when Lex’s skin rippled with goose bumps and his nipples hardened; he blushed when he realized Lex had seen him smile. Lex gaped at the boy, who minutes ago was displaying himself to strange men in an unbelievably erotic, lascivious manner and was now coloring under his gaze like a virgin.
“You’re very pretty, Alexander,” he said as if that explained all. He went on, “You have beautiful eyes, and your skin…so soft…” Clark trailed off as he drew his fingers down Lex’s still exposed chest and Lex opened his mouth to speak.
Before he could, Lucas stormed into the room, pushing between Clark and Lex as though Clark didn’t exist.
Lucas grabbed Lex’s arms, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Lex winced in pain as Lucas tightened his grip again. He leaned into Lex’s face and hissed, “Soon, soon--I’ll get you back, Alexander. When I have my own, when I’m my own man, I’ll get you and bring you back.” He looked frighteningly determined. “You do what you have to do but never forget this.” He yanked down Lex’s unbuttoned pants, grabbed his prick, squeezed. “This belongs to me. All of you…mine.” He grabbed Lex and kissed him, bit his lip until it broke and bled.
Lex gasped in pain, and Lucas pressed his hand against his mouth. “Lick. Make it wet.”
He did so and Lucas stroked him roughly, smearing blood and saliva over his raw prick. Lex cried out and Lucas smiled. He pulled Lex’s head to his mouth, sinking his thumb in his throat and whispered harshly in his ear. “Don’t forget me brother,” and he left without a backward glance and Lex sagged in relief.
Clark stared after him, jaw working with anger and hate burning in his eyes. Lex begged him not to speak and Clark nodded reluctantly.
They dressed in silence, and Clark led Lex to the rear of the mansion and Mr. Black’s waiting van.
The other boys, the ones that had been in the cages, sat on the narrow wooden benches inside and looked up as Lex and Clark climbed in, their eyes roving over them with no real interest.
Mr. Black said. “Welcome to your new life, Alexander.” He laughed and closed and locked the van door.
Clark reached out and took his hand. “Don’t worry Alexander--”
“Lex, please call me Lex,” he interrupted. “ My friends call me…” his throat closed—friends—he no longer had friends, no longer had a life.
“Lex,” Clark smiled back. “Lex.” And tightened his grip on Lex’s hand. “I’ll help you; we’ll help each other. I knew the moment I saw you that my life was about to change.” He smiled and leaned against Lex and his warmth seeped into Lex’s frozen body and he slowly uncoiled.
“Lex, both of us were waiting even though we didn’t know it, we were waiting for this moment!”
Clark glowed, overcome by joy, and Lex felt like crying and felt like laughing. The poor boy was obviously insane. They were whores, slaves even, with no life of their own and condemned to horror and this--Clark--thought that this was the greatest moment of both their lives?
Clark pulled Lex closer to him, moved him a little so that more of him made contact with his furnace like body. “You’ll see Lex, it will be wonderful, one day we’ll be free and the world will belong to us, if we want it.” He looked so content, so confident that Lex finally did chuckle, little sobbing bursts of laughter escaped him, and he managed to gasp, “You’re insane, Clark, insane.”
Clark nodded, a huge bright grin on his face. “You’ll see, Lex, you’ll see.” he winked at him and held his fingers tenderly against his swollen lips. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “You’ll be safe. From now on, I’ll keep watch, and you’ll always be safe.”
06-01-2005
I had fun, I hope you did too!
This entry is rated 4
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four and final part
Lex looked up, around, he looked into the face of the man on his knees in front of him and quaked, he wanted to cry. Oh god, what did he do? What happened to him?
The men around him moved away, laughing, talking as they did. He was dismissed, no longer of interest now that his part in the evening’s entertainment was concluded. Father was looking at him—he couldn’t place the expression, couldn’t begin to ascribe a particular emotion to it—satisfaction?
He tried to cover himself, and shrank back when his father reached out to him but Lionel stopped short of touching him.
“Alexander…thank you,” he said and smiled. He backed away from Lex and pulled a large white handkerchief from a pocket in his jacket, wiped at his hands. “You’ve proven to be more valuable than I ever thought possible.”
Lucas stood at his father’s side, staring at Lex. He looked angry and when Father glanced away, rather unhappy. Paris turned his head away from him as the tall thin man in black appeared behind Father. He stared down at the floor, looking equal parts ashamed and sad.
“You won’t be coming home with us Alexander, but take solace in the thought that I’ll miss you, and you made my life immeasurably richer.” He laughed and stood to the side, made a sweeping bow at the thin man. “Meet your keeper. Mr. Black will introduce you to your new owner. I suggest you do what he says.”
The room grew darker and darker and swung wildly, a strident voice called his name over and over as Lex plunged head first into darkness.
Fainting, he discovered, could be a very relaxing experience.
When he came to, he was in a smaller room, lit by a single electric bulb. He was spread out on the cold damp floor, and his head was cradled in the young man’s lap.
“Paris,” he croaked and tried to rise, but Paris stopped him with gentle pressure on his chest.
“Shhhh.” he said as he stroked his head with strong, even but gentle pressure, rubbed at his temples until despite himself Lex’s stiff muscles began to unwind. He lay quietly until he realized that he could hear voices from behind the door.
“Remember, this seals things between us for good.”
“Didn’t I tell you that we’d be kings? We will be. I’ll enjoy your gift and I hope you enjoy yours.“
“That’s quite a lot of money, Father. Have you counted it?”
“Don’t be crude, my boy.”
“Do you wish to take your leave of your…your…”
“No, not necessary. I’ve already done so.”
Paris looked down at Lex with sad eyes, laid his fingers across his lips when Lex wanted to speak, held him still when he tried to get to his feet.
The door creaked on it’s hinges and Mr. Black entered the room and tossed some clothing towards the two.
“Dress him if he needs help and make it quick Clark, we don’t have all night.” Mr. Black spun on his heel and slammed the door behind him.
Lex looked at the boy puzzled. “Clark? Why…”
“Me. My real name. That other name—I hate it, it’s stupid, a--a…stage name--” and he laughed bitterly.
Clark helped him to his feet and helped him to dress. His fingers lingered over skin, and Lex found himself watching his face, drinking in his expression…Clark smiled when Lex’s skin rippled with goose bumps and his nipples hardened; he blushed when he realized Lex had seen him smile. Lex gaped at the boy, who minutes ago was displaying himself to strange men in an unbelievably erotic, lascivious manner and was now coloring under his gaze like a virgin.
“You’re very pretty, Alexander,” he said as if that explained all. He went on, “You have beautiful eyes, and your skin…so soft…” Clark trailed off as he drew his fingers down Lex’s still exposed chest and Lex opened his mouth to speak.
Before he could, Lucas stormed into the room, pushing between Clark and Lex as though Clark didn’t exist.
Lucas grabbed Lex’s arms, his knuckles white with the force of his grip. Lex winced in pain as Lucas tightened his grip again. He leaned into Lex’s face and hissed, “Soon, soon--I’ll get you back, Alexander. When I have my own, when I’m my own man, I’ll get you and bring you back.” He looked frighteningly determined. “You do what you have to do but never forget this.” He yanked down Lex’s unbuttoned pants, grabbed his prick, squeezed. “This belongs to me. All of you…mine.” He grabbed Lex and kissed him, bit his lip until it broke and bled.
Lex gasped in pain, and Lucas pressed his hand against his mouth. “Lick. Make it wet.”
He did so and Lucas stroked him roughly, smearing blood and saliva over his raw prick. Lex cried out and Lucas smiled. He pulled Lex’s head to his mouth, sinking his thumb in his throat and whispered harshly in his ear. “Don’t forget me brother,” and he left without a backward glance and Lex sagged in relief.
Clark stared after him, jaw working with anger and hate burning in his eyes. Lex begged him not to speak and Clark nodded reluctantly.
They dressed in silence, and Clark led Lex to the rear of the mansion and Mr. Black’s waiting van.
The other boys, the ones that had been in the cages, sat on the narrow wooden benches inside and looked up as Lex and Clark climbed in, their eyes roving over them with no real interest.
Mr. Black said. “Welcome to your new life, Alexander.” He laughed and closed and locked the van door.
Clark reached out and took his hand. “Don’t worry Alexander--”
“Lex, please call me Lex,” he interrupted. “ My friends call me…” his throat closed—friends—he no longer had friends, no longer had a life.
“Lex,” Clark smiled back. “Lex.” And tightened his grip on Lex’s hand. “I’ll help you; we’ll help each other. I knew the moment I saw you that my life was about to change.” He smiled and leaned against Lex and his warmth seeped into Lex’s frozen body and he slowly uncoiled.
“Lex, both of us were waiting even though we didn’t know it, we were waiting for this moment!”
Clark glowed, overcome by joy, and Lex felt like crying and felt like laughing. The poor boy was obviously insane. They were whores, slaves even, with no life of their own and condemned to horror and this--Clark--thought that this was the greatest moment of both their lives?
Clark pulled Lex closer to him, moved him a little so that more of him made contact with his furnace like body. “You’ll see Lex, it will be wonderful, one day we’ll be free and the world will belong to us, if we want it.” He looked so content, so confident that Lex finally did chuckle, little sobbing bursts of laughter escaped him, and he managed to gasp, “You’re insane, Clark, insane.”
Clark nodded, a huge bright grin on his face. “You’ll see, Lex, you’ll see.” he winked at him and held his fingers tenderly against his swollen lips. “Go to sleep,” he whispered. “You’ll be safe. From now on, I’ll keep watch, and you’ll always be safe.”
06-01-2005
I had fun, I hope you did too!
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*ahem*
You? Evol Genius.
:)
Ooh, i can see a murderous and obsessed Lucas sometime in the future...
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