Texas II part 2
Title: Texas II (or until I can come up with something better)
Fandom: Slave fic
Summary: Sequel to Texas. Everything is perfect now, right? This is Texas.
Rating: NC-17, Adult, FRAO, and any other rating that says not for kiddies!!
Texas fought the grin curving his mouth. His Kitten jogged across the beach, kicking at the waves with pure joy on his face.
The creamy skin had turned golden under the sun of the Greek Isles. His boy wore low slung denim cutoffs that hung from the narrow hips. Texas would prefer his Kitten to be naked but they were not on a nude beach.
His Kitten had wanted sun, sand, water, and people. Texas would deny his boy nothing. He, too, had needed time to decompress. The ripples of the Orcelo downfall were still being felt. He had yet to permanently replace Jug. The man that hovered behind them stuck out like a sore thumb. It was unacceptable.
Looking back at his boy, he noticed that his Kitten had stopped ankle deep in the water, the waves licking at his calves. He stared off into the setting sun with a pensive expression that tightened into a frown.
“What is it, Kitten?” Texas cupped the boy’s shoulder and drew him close.
His boy fished the electronic notepad from his back pocket. He punched in a few words and handed it to Texas.
~Something is not right, Master~
Texas lifted the boy’s face and studied the worried purple eyes. “Anything specific.”
~Paul~
“Boss,” Texas looked over his shoulder in annoyance, Baxter, no Prax, hell.
“What?” the man growled.
“It’s Mr. Alonzo, sir; he says it is an emergency.”
Texas looked down at his Kitten, whose eyes had closed in pain.
*~*
Paul’s eyes fluttered open once again. He was lying in a small cage. There was just enough room for him to sit up, albeit hunched over.
The sounds of sex made him turn.
It was the man. The vile man who had taunted him about his love. He lay on the bed as a young boy rode his cock. The large hands gripped the slender hips. Paul could see the healing whip marks and bruising across the boy’s back and ass.
The boy tossed his golden head and arched his back. He was collared. Paul heard the man grunt his completion. He bit back the bile that rose in his throat.
“Very good, Angel,” The man said matter of factly. Like he was reading the newspaper, Paul thought. He sat the boy aside.
Paul watched with wary eyes as the man slipped on a blood red robe with the naked boy at his feet. He cowered back as the man came and stood before his cage, the boy crawling behind him.
“Ah, perfect.” His cage was opened and the man hauled him out. Paul landed in a painful huddle on the floor.
“Would you like a reward, Angel?” The other boy knelt up expectantly.
Paul bit back a cry as his hair was pulled viciously. “Suck him. Hurt him and I will castrate you. You won’t really need your cock anymore, anyway.”
Thinking back to his days with Texas, Paul opened his mouth.
*~*
Salvatore tugged at the dark hair bringing his boy away from his groin. He quickly turned them so that he was covering Paul’s warm, silky soft body.
He was surprised at the dark frown that settled on the boy’s face. “Beautiful?”
Paul actually turned away from him and curved into himself.
Sal gripped his shoulder and eased him back onto his back. “Talk to me, Paul. I don’t know what is going through your head.” He knew he had to have patience with his fragile lover. The boy could sink deep and Sal would not know what set him off. Like now.
Paul’s limbs moved restlessly. He had lowered his eyes and would not meet Sal’s gaze.
Unacceptable, “Paul, Tell me.” Salvatore’s tone was firm.
“Fuck,” the boy hissed and surged up. He caught Sal off guard when the boy’s mouth crashed into his.
Sal pulled the boy into his lap and cupped the back of his neck. He touched from the sensitive nape to the chain and back. Paul’s breathing steadied and Sal’s heart squeezed at the look of shame that flittered across the boy’s face.
“Oh, beautiful,” Sal kissed his boy and held him close.
“Why don’t you like me to suck you, Sal?” The words were muffled against his throat and the man tightened his grip.
“I do, beautiful.” Sal cocked his head to side in confusion. He sat the boy back in his lap.
“No, you don’t!” Paul hissed angrily. “You let me get started and then you pull me away. You drink my cum but you won’t let me return the favor. I can deep throat with the best of them. Hell, Texas would auction off the right for me to suck off clients. Is that it? You don’t like where my mouth has been? What about my ass? You sure as hell don’t mind shoving your cock in me!”
Sal strengthened his grip on Paul’s neck until the boy quieted. He was still trembling violently and the man knew he would have to tread very carefully.
“I want to please you, Paul. I like watching you cum, watch your body arch and hear you cry out. I like teasing you and caring for you, beautiful. I did not realize that I was taking away something from you.” Sal carded the dark silky locks. “A part of me remembers the first time I met you. You were punished for not sucking me off in front of Texas. I guess I subconsciously shy away from the act.”
Paul bit his lip and considered.
“I’m human, beautiful. I will try to do better but I need your help. I will never reprimand you over a question. But if you pull away or hold back until you lose your temper I can’t help.” Sal placed a tentative kiss against Paul’s forehead. “I have told you before and will tell you again. I do not see you as a whore, I never have. I know your past but to me that is inconsequential. You are my boy, mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
Paul pressed into Sal’s neck and moaned quietly, “Why do you put up with me?”
“You know why,” Salvatore responded. “Besides you are my good boy.” Paul snorted and received a gentle swat to his ass.
Sal stretched them out on the bed once again. Paul trembled, feeling uncertain. “Easy, beautiful, no more for tonight,” he picked up the quiet whimper, “Oh don’t worry, now that I know, I’ll be taking advantage of your mouth. Just not now, rest awhile, let me hold you. You need some time, beautiful, and we’ve got all the time in the world.”
*~*
Paul bit back a whimper as the moist, leaking flesh slipped into his mouth. His eyes watered, not because the boy thrust hard into his throat. He wanted to cry. He hated to think of Sal finding him like this once again. On his knees with his mouth around an anonymous cock, like such a good little whore that he was.