Texas 19
This is actually the first half of 19...I want to write more but I'm exhausted...will finish it tomorrow but here's what I've got so far. *snuggles Paul*
Title: Texas
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: One cold ruthless man and two hot little slaves
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
He was warm and comfortable. The ungodly ache in his body was gone. He knew he must be dreaming. Kyle was in his arms, his pert bottom snug against his groin. He didn’t sleep with Kyle any more. Kyle was the Kitten who shared the master’s bed.
Sleepy brown eyes widened at the familiar blonde locks near his nose. Kyle! He slowly traced his fingers across the soft flat stomach and his cock hardened in the crease of his brother’s ass. This was home and so familiar that Paul’s eyes burned with unshed tears.
Kyle stretched and wiggled his ass before turning in his brother’s arms with a smile. It faded a little at the pain in his brother’s face. The blonde pulled his brother into a soft kiss. Paul sobbed and deepened the kiss almost desperately. They broke apart with Kyle’s chest heaving in silent pants. He clawed into the bedside drawer for the lube that had been stored in the prospect of his brother wanting to be intimate again. Kyle kept his hand on the back of Paul’s neck and worked his fingers inside of himself, preparing himself quickly. Kyle gently lubed Paul, watching for any signs of distress or fading away. Seeing heated lust, he nipped his brother’s lips before turning back into a spoon and pushing his upper leg forward.
As Paul pushed into his brother, groaning as the familiar heat surrounded him, his eyes fluttered as flashes of memories needled at his bruised psyche.
*~*
The Puppy stood by the fireplace of his client’s home. This was his first service call since his collaring and he really wanted to make his master proud. He wore black satin pajamas and his feet were bare. He reached up and grasped his collar to reassure himself.
“So you are the rare beauty everyone has been talking about? Texas sure knows how to find them.” Paul looked over his shoulder at the man who was old enough to be his father.
The man was obviously an executive. He had loosened his tie and his salt and pepper hair had furrows as if he had dragged his fingers through it. It made him seem human. Paul closed his eyes and pictured his master. When he opened them again, his eyes were hooded and his lips were parted in invitation.
The man sat in his chair with hungry eyes roving over the boy. “Aren’t you a beautiful bitch?”
Paul pouted a little at the name. His tempting lower lip made the man squirm.
“Undress,” He snapped, and then amended, “Slowly.”
Paul slipped the soft fabric from his shoulders, drawing his fingers across his stomach and across his nipples. He did not tweak or pull them, just brushed them lightly. He shivered at the thought of his master’s rough fingers twisting his small nubs until he cried out.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the man groping his dick through his pants. He knew what he should do so he played it up. He let his pants slide slowly down his slender legs and stepped out of them allowing the firelight to caress the planes of his body. He knew he had the man when the low moan slid from his lips.
He prowled close to the man and fell gracefully to his hands and knees, just like the Puppy he was. He nuzzled against the soft wool trousers and looked up at the man between the spread thighs.
“Oh yeah, bitch, suck me.” The man’s voice was hoarse with want.
Paul licked his lips slowly as he opened the man’s pants. He breathed in the arousal and peered up at the man one last time through his spikey bangs. He felt the fingers grasp his head and guide him down to the hard leaking flesh.
*~*
Paul’s hips slowed and he squeezed his eyes shut at the memories. Kyle looked over his shoulder in concern for his brother.
*~*
The man pressed wet kisses against Paul’s neck and slide the robe away from the boy’s shoulders. Paul moaned in want and pushed his ass into the man’s groin.
“Uh uh, little bitch,” The man growled with a nip to his ear. “I’ll have your ass, but I want it nice and red before I fuck it.”
He had Paul lean against the bed. He placed firm even strokes against the rounded ass with the leather covered paddle. If he wanted the Puppy to cry out, he was sadly mistaken. Paul hissed at the sting and thrust back into the blows.
The sensation of his fiery ass and the cool lube against his opening had Paul rocking back wantonly.
He felt the hand at the nape of his neck squeeze him as the cock slowly stretched his body open, “Such a good little bitch.”
*~*
Paul’s cock went flaccid without orgasm. He cried out in despair and pushed away from Kyle. The pain in his body was like a thousand knives.
Kyle grabbed his face between his small palms. The question was clear in his expression.
“I can’t,” Paul wailed. “I don’t deserve you, I don’t deserve the master. I’m nothing but a fucking whore, the perfect fucking bitch.” He pushed his abused body out the bed and huddled against the wall.
Kyle knelt down hesitantly but Paul covered his head with his arms. “Go away. Please, Kyle, go away.”
Tears rolled down the blonde boy’s face. He couldn’t reach him. He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and looked up into Alonzo’s concerned face. The boy gripped the man’s shirt in desperation. How he wished he had a voice to be the intercessor for his broken brother.
Alonzo brushed Kyle’s tears away, “Let me try.” Kyle nodded and hugged himself, his naked body wracked with shivers.
“Hey, beautiful,” Salvatore said quietly, “Let’s get you back in bed. You don’t need to catch a chill.”
“Why?!?” Paul howled in agony. “Why the fuck do you call me beautiful? Don’t you know what I am?”
Salvatore sat very still, as if not to frighten a wild animal. “I know exactly what you are, Paul. You are a beautiful boy. You are good boy. If you will allow me, I would like to show you.”
“How?” Paul said derisively, “By fucking my ass? Get in line.” Then he shuddered. “Better yet, just send me away.”
“No.” Salvatore returned, “You are worth everything to me. And I’m going to show you that you are much more that a piece of ass.”
Paul’s expression was guarded as the man lifted him into his arms. He was sure that he was going to be put on his face and rode like the whore that he was.
But Salvatore surprised him. He was snuggled under warm blankets and a gentle kiss was placed on his forehead. He was ordered to rest and then the tall blonde man led his brother away.
Fuck it all, Paul thought angrily, they should just let him go. He no longer had his master, his brother was well taken care of, maybe the world would be better without him. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the abyss of his dark thoughts.