Texas II part 7
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!!
He felt hazy and heavy. He remembered being pulled from his cage and a sharp prick to his arm. He blinked and tried to focus.
Paul could tell he was lying on a table. He could feel the tugs and loud pops around his body. In his ears, his nipples, and his belly, the piercings, he thought groggily.
“He does not have much hair to begin with.” A new voice muffled by a medical mask.
“It will help to prevent infection in his cock.” The vile man replied. He hovered over Paul with a sick, satisfied look on his face.
The buzz of clippers drifted up and he could feel his cock and balls being lifted.
“He’s going to need another sedative before we do the final piercings. I still want to advise that it is not wise to tattoo him now. He needs some recovery time.”
“No. No more sedatives and we continue on. He needs to have this done so he can begin his training.”
The man behind the mask rolled his eyes.
Paul moaned at the shocking cold below his balls. The tender sac tightened and drew up. Then he screamed at the blood red agony that flooded his body. He wasn’t given time to breathe when a second bolt shot through the head of his dick.
A gentle hand touched his shaking thigh, “It’s over, kid.”
“That’s all.” The vile man said gruffly. He loomed over Paul once again. “So you are the famous Puppy who almost never broke? What bullshit, no one worked over your cock and balls, did they, pet?”
Paul sobbed. He was in agony.
“Do we need to move him?”
“No, I can set up here, there’s plenty of light.” A new voice, he was going to lose his matching mark that bore Jug’s name.
He tried to remember Sal’s hand in his hair the first time he had this done. He whimpered. Why did this happen to him?
Paul tried to retreat into his mind as his body was manipulated. The mark seemed to start at one hip bone and crossed his lower back above his ass to end at his other hip.
The man would not let him. He whispered how he was looking forward to training Paul. That he had a lot of work to do, that he should just give up and be a good pet.
He was finally given another shot and sank into blissful darkness.
It was becoming almost routine. Paul’s eyes snapped open at the door creaking open. It was the boy again.
“Why do you keep coming here?” Paul asked hoarsely. He realized he hadn’t spoken words outside of crying out in days.
The boy shrugged and knelt beside his cage. He did not seem as nervous.
“Shouldn’t you be running away?”
The golden eyes blinked at him. “The master is away, I thought you would like some company. I brought you these.”
Paul took the pain relievers and the cup of water. “Can you let me out?”
The boy shook his head. Figures, Paul thought darkly. He rested his back against the bars. The kid was so young. “What’s your name?”
“Don’t have one, the master calls me Angel. He says that when I’m bought my new master will name me.”
“You are not his?” Paul felt his eyebrows crawl into his hairline.
“No, I’m being trained for the auction block. My master is a trainer. He has connections throughout the crime syndicates.” The boy leaned against Paul’s cage.
Paul bit back a moan at the feeling of soft flesh against his own. It felt good to be touched with kindness. “You are an angel,” Paul said quietly. “You don’t have to help you know, my master will come and get me. If you want to go, I’m sure he would take you too.”
Angel gave him a sad look. “It is best to give up hope; my master has you well hidden. They will never find you.”
“You don’t know my master.” Paul replied quietly. He felt the boy’s fingers against his leg.
“I know mine.” Angel whispered. Then he slipped away leaving Paul once again in the dark.
He tried to hold back his tears but he could not. The fleeting connection with another person made him ache. Why was he trying so hard to hold on? Sal had not come for him. He promised to never let go. Maybe he had. Paul curled around his knees, ignoring the searing pain from his multiple piercing. They were dull compared to the pain of his heart breaking.
*~*
“You are sure about this?” Nick asked with concern. Greg nodded his head. He had relayed the message to the man Brooks and got a phone hung up in his ear for his trouble. It was conclusive.
“Then I can start processing for other evidence?” Nick said looking over the chain. He felt a hand against his neck and looked up. Greg covered his mouth and kissed him deeply.
Neither one of them heard the door slam.
“Is this what we are paying you for?” Texas snarled. He felt his Kitten tug at his hand but ignored him.
Nick pulled away and forced his lover behind his back. He knew what they were getting into by dealing with Texas but he would not put Greg in danger.
“We gave your guys the information that we have,” Nick said steadily. “I had to make sure the DNA evidence was not compromised before moving forward.”
“It’s the boy’s blood.” Greg stated quietly. He cringed at the blood draining from the kid's face. “There are also some unknown contributions that I’m going to have to pull from other resources to see if I can narrow them down.”
“I’ll start on fingerprints and any other trace elements.” Nick stated. “You gotta give us time, Texas, and we’ll give you answers.”
Texas glared at both men as he lifted his boy into his arms. His Kitten was almost passed his endurance. He had never been physically separated from his twin for this long. The days were quickly moving into weeks.
“How’s Sal?” Nick asked quietly.
“Find his boy.” Texas snapped and carried his Kitten away.
“Damn.” Greg breathed.
“You can say that again, G. Meet Texas, what a bastard.” Nick agreed pulling his lover into his arms.
“It is how much he cares.” Greg said peering into Nick’s brown eyes. “If it were you or your family, I probably would do the same.”
“I would to.” Nick said pressing his forehead against his lover’s. “Back to work?”
Greg smiled and kissed him.
*~*
Paul stood before the mirror. The man stood behind him with a cruel twist to his lips.
He had changed so much already, he thought. He did not know the boy in the mirror.
His hair was longer, shaggier. His ribs were prominent like his hipbones. He saw the swirling black ink at each of his hips. Jug’s name was gone. He wore small silver hoops in his ears, in his nipples, and in his navel. His cock looked strange to him, hairless and small. He turned his head to the side.
“You see it don’t you?” The man asked. He stood behind Paul and covered his genitals with one hand. “You are completely under my control.”
Paul watched as his penis was lifted. He saw the ring under the head of his cock and the thin silver chain that dangled. He felt the man trace a fingertip along the chain until he reached under his balls. Through the man’s touch, he felt the second ring that anchored the chain to his body.
“You will be able to cum chained down like this, but you won’t be able to penetrate. I told you wouldn’t need your cock anymore.” The man sneered at him. “But your buyer has requested no mutilation to your body. He is paying quite a sum of money for your ass so I want to make him happy.”
Paul closed his eyes and prayed for his master.
The man licked his neck and Paul shuddered. “You really think he’s coming don’t you, pet. You haven’t given up yet?”
The boy bit back a cry as his hair was jerked. The man shoved him to his knees. The pain in his groin from the new piercings almost made him black out.
“Here.” He closed his eyes at the stack of photographs. “You will look at each one, bitch, or you will pray they will be able to stitch your ass back together after I’m through with you.”
Paul’s hands shook as he took the pictures. The first one made his heart stop.
It was Sal. With a dark haired boy in his arms. He traced a finger over the smiling lips of his master. He forced himself to look at the next one. His master was kissing the boy. He thought it was a fluke but the next shot was at a different locale. The boy was seated on a booth table leaning towards his master. The lust on Sal’s face was so familiar.
He looked up at the man as the pictures slipped from his hand. The man smiled in triumph at the deadened look in the boy’s eyes.
Paul’s heart shattered. He gave up.
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!!
He felt hazy and heavy. He remembered being pulled from his cage and a sharp prick to his arm. He blinked and tried to focus.
Paul could tell he was lying on a table. He could feel the tugs and loud pops around his body. In his ears, his nipples, and his belly, the piercings, he thought groggily.
“He does not have much hair to begin with.” A new voice muffled by a medical mask.
“It will help to prevent infection in his cock.” The vile man replied. He hovered over Paul with a sick, satisfied look on his face.
The buzz of clippers drifted up and he could feel his cock and balls being lifted.
“He’s going to need another sedative before we do the final piercings. I still want to advise that it is not wise to tattoo him now. He needs some recovery time.”
“No. No more sedatives and we continue on. He needs to have this done so he can begin his training.”
The man behind the mask rolled his eyes.
Paul moaned at the shocking cold below his balls. The tender sac tightened and drew up. Then he screamed at the blood red agony that flooded his body. He wasn’t given time to breathe when a second bolt shot through the head of his dick.
A gentle hand touched his shaking thigh, “It’s over, kid.”
“That’s all.” The vile man said gruffly. He loomed over Paul once again. “So you are the famous Puppy who almost never broke? What bullshit, no one worked over your cock and balls, did they, pet?”
Paul sobbed. He was in agony.
“Do we need to move him?”
“No, I can set up here, there’s plenty of light.” A new voice, he was going to lose his matching mark that bore Jug’s name.
He tried to remember Sal’s hand in his hair the first time he had this done. He whimpered. Why did this happen to him?
Paul tried to retreat into his mind as his body was manipulated. The mark seemed to start at one hip bone and crossed his lower back above his ass to end at his other hip.
The man would not let him. He whispered how he was looking forward to training Paul. That he had a lot of work to do, that he should just give up and be a good pet.
He was finally given another shot and sank into blissful darkness.
It was becoming almost routine. Paul’s eyes snapped open at the door creaking open. It was the boy again.
“Why do you keep coming here?” Paul asked hoarsely. He realized he hadn’t spoken words outside of crying out in days.
The boy shrugged and knelt beside his cage. He did not seem as nervous.
“Shouldn’t you be running away?”
The golden eyes blinked at him. “The master is away, I thought you would like some company. I brought you these.”
Paul took the pain relievers and the cup of water. “Can you let me out?”
The boy shook his head. Figures, Paul thought darkly. He rested his back against the bars. The kid was so young. “What’s your name?”
“Don’t have one, the master calls me Angel. He says that when I’m bought my new master will name me.”
“You are not his?” Paul felt his eyebrows crawl into his hairline.
“No, I’m being trained for the auction block. My master is a trainer. He has connections throughout the crime syndicates.” The boy leaned against Paul’s cage.
Paul bit back a moan at the feeling of soft flesh against his own. It felt good to be touched with kindness. “You are an angel,” Paul said quietly. “You don’t have to help you know, my master will come and get me. If you want to go, I’m sure he would take you too.”
Angel gave him a sad look. “It is best to give up hope; my master has you well hidden. They will never find you.”
“You don’t know my master.” Paul replied quietly. He felt the boy’s fingers against his leg.
“I know mine.” Angel whispered. Then he slipped away leaving Paul once again in the dark.
He tried to hold back his tears but he could not. The fleeting connection with another person made him ache. Why was he trying so hard to hold on? Sal had not come for him. He promised to never let go. Maybe he had. Paul curled around his knees, ignoring the searing pain from his multiple piercing. They were dull compared to the pain of his heart breaking.
*~*
“You are sure about this?” Nick asked with concern. Greg nodded his head. He had relayed the message to the man Brooks and got a phone hung up in his ear for his trouble. It was conclusive.
“Then I can start processing for other evidence?” Nick said looking over the chain. He felt a hand against his neck and looked up. Greg covered his mouth and kissed him deeply.
Neither one of them heard the door slam.
“Is this what we are paying you for?” Texas snarled. He felt his Kitten tug at his hand but ignored him.
Nick pulled away and forced his lover behind his back. He knew what they were getting into by dealing with Texas but he would not put Greg in danger.
“We gave your guys the information that we have,” Nick said steadily. “I had to make sure the DNA evidence was not compromised before moving forward.”
“It’s the boy’s blood.” Greg stated quietly. He cringed at the blood draining from the kid's face. “There are also some unknown contributions that I’m going to have to pull from other resources to see if I can narrow them down.”
“I’ll start on fingerprints and any other trace elements.” Nick stated. “You gotta give us time, Texas, and we’ll give you answers.”
Texas glared at both men as he lifted his boy into his arms. His Kitten was almost passed his endurance. He had never been physically separated from his twin for this long. The days were quickly moving into weeks.
“How’s Sal?” Nick asked quietly.
“Find his boy.” Texas snapped and carried his Kitten away.
“Damn.” Greg breathed.
“You can say that again, G. Meet Texas, what a bastard.” Nick agreed pulling his lover into his arms.
“It is how much he cares.” Greg said peering into Nick’s brown eyes. “If it were you or your family, I probably would do the same.”
“I would to.” Nick said pressing his forehead against his lover’s. “Back to work?”
Greg smiled and kissed him.
*~*
Paul stood before the mirror. The man stood behind him with a cruel twist to his lips.
He had changed so much already, he thought. He did not know the boy in the mirror.
His hair was longer, shaggier. His ribs were prominent like his hipbones. He saw the swirling black ink at each of his hips. Jug’s name was gone. He wore small silver hoops in his ears, in his nipples, and in his navel. His cock looked strange to him, hairless and small. He turned his head to the side.
“You see it don’t you?” The man asked. He stood behind Paul and covered his genitals with one hand. “You are completely under my control.”
Paul watched as his penis was lifted. He saw the ring under the head of his cock and the thin silver chain that dangled. He felt the man trace a fingertip along the chain until he reached under his balls. Through the man’s touch, he felt the second ring that anchored the chain to his body.
“You will be able to cum chained down like this, but you won’t be able to penetrate. I told you wouldn’t need your cock anymore.” The man sneered at him. “But your buyer has requested no mutilation to your body. He is paying quite a sum of money for your ass so I want to make him happy.”
Paul closed his eyes and prayed for his master.
The man licked his neck and Paul shuddered. “You really think he’s coming don’t you, pet. You haven’t given up yet?”
The boy bit back a cry as his hair was jerked. The man shoved him to his knees. The pain in his groin from the new piercings almost made him black out.
“Here.” He closed his eyes at the stack of photographs. “You will look at each one, bitch, or you will pray they will be able to stitch your ass back together after I’m through with you.”
Paul’s hands shook as he took the pictures. The first one made his heart stop.
It was Sal. With a dark haired boy in his arms. He traced a finger over the smiling lips of his master. He forced himself to look at the next one. His master was kissing the boy. He thought it was a fluke but the next shot was at a different locale. The boy was seated on a booth table leaning towards his master. The lust on Sal’s face was so familiar.
He looked up at the man as the pictures slipped from his hand. The man smiled in triumph at the deadened look in the boy’s eyes.
Paul’s heart shattered. He gave up.