Texas II Part 9
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!!
“You are early. He’s not ready.”
“No matter, I will finish his training. I’ve gotten reports that they are getting close. You might want to shut down as well. His wrath is legendary.”
“For a whore? That’s beneath him.” A sneer.
“Don’t say that I did not warn you. Bring him to me.”
With a snap of a finger, the golden boy scampered away and brought the dark haired counterpart on a leash. The dark eyes were still hidden.
“Blindfolded?”
“I told you he was not ready.”
“Hmmmm.”
He was led forward until he felt the presence of another in close proximity.
“Show me what you have learned.”
He moved against the man, winding his arms about the neck and sliding his body against the unyielding planes. He melted and curved as he settled against the man’s chest.
“Very nice,” The man trailed a hand down his naked back and cupped his ass. He was pulled closer so his aching erection pressed into the soft cloth of the man’s trousers.
“No disobedience?”
“No,” the vile man replied. “He knows his place.”
A hand to his nape lifted him to receive the aggressive, bruising kiss. His mouth opened and followed. He could feel the hand on his cock and the gentle tug to his chain. His body knew it was not time for climax and held its hardness.
“Very good, boy,” At the pressure to his shoulder, he slid down to the feet of the man and pressed his head against the thigh.
“This one is beautiful, as well.” He felt the hand go into his hair and pet him. As much as he wanted to press into the kind touch, he knew better. It was not his place. “How much?”
“I planned on auctioning him off.”
“I’ll take him. He and this one would make a nice set, the gold and the dark. Come here, boy.”
He felt the weight of the angel settle against him. Their bodies fit together and they heard the quiet hum of satisfaction.
The words traveled over their heads. But the tugs to leads had them standing.
“For the paper work, name them Apollo and Night.”
“Alright.”
“Heed my words; get the fuck out of here. Texas takes no prisoners.”
That word was familiar but it flittered away as he fell in step with the pull of his lead. His former life was over; the people in that life were gone. He was in his new master’s possession.
*~*
“Come here, my little Night.”
He moved and curled into his master’s arms. He kept his body still as the roving hand touched his ears, his nipples, and his belly. “Such a gorgeous boy,” His groin was cupped but his hips did not twitch.
“Is this the boy?”
He heard the click of heels on hardwood floors.
“Yes and I bought a little friend for him as well.”
“You haven’t had a day and already, you spoil him.” He felt the soft, cool hand trail down his arm. “Is he trained for cunt as well?”
“Did not think to ask, my dear, I thought your girl was keeping you satisfied.”
“She is, just a thought.”
He heard his master kiss the woman. “Go on, now, I have pretty boys to play with.”
He was given no warning. A thick finger breached his body. He was then lifted onto the thick meaty cock that stretched his body. He felt teeth bite his flesh as he moved up and down on the invading erection. The man grunted and jerked at his hips. He felt the man’s cum and barely noticed the burn in his own balls.
He was cuddled against the barrel chest as he was carried into a darkened room. The other boy knelt in the middle of the bed, biting his lip nervously.
“Not tonight, golden Apollo. Sleep, I will see you both in the morning.”
He felt the other boy pull him into his arms.
“This is nice, being able to sleep next to you.” Apollo, his little angel, whispered.
Paul blinked dully. He turned their bodies so that they were spooned. Deep in his mind, the small boy reminded him of his brother. But the pain to his heart was so sharp that he pushed it away. He placed a gentle kiss to boy’s nape and fell into a dreamless sleep.
*~*
She purred as the talented tongue teased and lapped at her. She fisted her hair into dark hair and pulled the girl up into a deep kiss. She tweaked the perky, pierced nipples and propped herself up on her elbow.
“It’s done, my little pussy.”
Flat hazel eyes flared, “Thank you, mistress.” She groaned as the thick dildo was pushed into her body.
“She must have been important to you.”
The girl recognized the trap and answered accordingly, “No one is as important as my mistress.”
“You are right, my sweet, but I’m glad we were able to do something for you as well. It worked out that we could hurt them both. No one destroys my family without retribution.”
The girl cried out at the painful thrust of the dildo in her body.
*~*
Salvatore’s head rocked back on his shoulders. Texas had struck him with the force a jackhammer.
“Do I need to fuck you to get you in line, slut?”
Alonzo shook his head to clear the ringing. “Go away, Texas.”
“The roles are reversed, moron. What do you think your boy will think of you when we find him?”
“We won’t find him, he’s gone.” Sal replied hugging himself.
“I thought you had more faith in Nick than that.” Texas snarled. “We have a lead and are getting ready to move tonight. Do you want to be there? Or have you forgotten that you promised to never let him go?”
Dull blue eyes met fiery dark orbs. He nodded slowly and was hauled to his feet.
“Get yourself together.” Texas jerked him close. “I’ve sent the kid at the club packing. If you fuck another boy, you’ll answer to me.”
*~*
Texas walked in amidst the rubble and dead bodies. He felt Alonzo at his shoulder. He had a pissed off Kitten, pacing in his home. But he had flat out refused to put his boy in danger.
“He’s in here, sir.” Brooks called.
Sal grabbed Texas’ bicep. “Paul?”
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!!
“You are early. He’s not ready.”
“No matter, I will finish his training. I’ve gotten reports that they are getting close. You might want to shut down as well. His wrath is legendary.”
“For a whore? That’s beneath him.” A sneer.
“Don’t say that I did not warn you. Bring him to me.”
With a snap of a finger, the golden boy scampered away and brought the dark haired counterpart on a leash. The dark eyes were still hidden.
“Blindfolded?”
“I told you he was not ready.”
“Hmmmm.”
He was led forward until he felt the presence of another in close proximity.
“Show me what you have learned.”
He moved against the man, winding his arms about the neck and sliding his body against the unyielding planes. He melted and curved as he settled against the man’s chest.
“Very nice,” The man trailed a hand down his naked back and cupped his ass. He was pulled closer so his aching erection pressed into the soft cloth of the man’s trousers.
“No disobedience?”
“No,” the vile man replied. “He knows his place.”
A hand to his nape lifted him to receive the aggressive, bruising kiss. His mouth opened and followed. He could feel the hand on his cock and the gentle tug to his chain. His body knew it was not time for climax and held its hardness.
“Very good, boy,” At the pressure to his shoulder, he slid down to the feet of the man and pressed his head against the thigh.
“This one is beautiful, as well.” He felt the hand go into his hair and pet him. As much as he wanted to press into the kind touch, he knew better. It was not his place. “How much?”
“I planned on auctioning him off.”
“I’ll take him. He and this one would make a nice set, the gold and the dark. Come here, boy.”
He felt the weight of the angel settle against him. Their bodies fit together and they heard the quiet hum of satisfaction.
The words traveled over their heads. But the tugs to leads had them standing.
“For the paper work, name them Apollo and Night.”
“Alright.”
“Heed my words; get the fuck out of here. Texas takes no prisoners.”
That word was familiar but it flittered away as he fell in step with the pull of his lead. His former life was over; the people in that life were gone. He was in his new master’s possession.
*~*
“Come here, my little Night.”
He moved and curled into his master’s arms. He kept his body still as the roving hand touched his ears, his nipples, and his belly. “Such a gorgeous boy,” His groin was cupped but his hips did not twitch.
“Is this the boy?”
He heard the click of heels on hardwood floors.
“Yes and I bought a little friend for him as well.”
“You haven’t had a day and already, you spoil him.” He felt the soft, cool hand trail down his arm. “Is he trained for cunt as well?”
“Did not think to ask, my dear, I thought your girl was keeping you satisfied.”
“She is, just a thought.”
He heard his master kiss the woman. “Go on, now, I have pretty boys to play with.”
He was given no warning. A thick finger breached his body. He was then lifted onto the thick meaty cock that stretched his body. He felt teeth bite his flesh as he moved up and down on the invading erection. The man grunted and jerked at his hips. He felt the man’s cum and barely noticed the burn in his own balls.
He was cuddled against the barrel chest as he was carried into a darkened room. The other boy knelt in the middle of the bed, biting his lip nervously.
“Not tonight, golden Apollo. Sleep, I will see you both in the morning.”
He felt the other boy pull him into his arms.
“This is nice, being able to sleep next to you.” Apollo, his little angel, whispered.
Paul blinked dully. He turned their bodies so that they were spooned. Deep in his mind, the small boy reminded him of his brother. But the pain to his heart was so sharp that he pushed it away. He placed a gentle kiss to boy’s nape and fell into a dreamless sleep.
*~*
She purred as the talented tongue teased and lapped at her. She fisted her hair into dark hair and pulled the girl up into a deep kiss. She tweaked the perky, pierced nipples and propped herself up on her elbow.
“It’s done, my little pussy.”
Flat hazel eyes flared, “Thank you, mistress.” She groaned as the thick dildo was pushed into her body.
“She must have been important to you.”
The girl recognized the trap and answered accordingly, “No one is as important as my mistress.”
“You are right, my sweet, but I’m glad we were able to do something for you as well. It worked out that we could hurt them both. No one destroys my family without retribution.”
The girl cried out at the painful thrust of the dildo in her body.
*~*
Salvatore’s head rocked back on his shoulders. Texas had struck him with the force a jackhammer.
“Do I need to fuck you to get you in line, slut?”
Alonzo shook his head to clear the ringing. “Go away, Texas.”
“The roles are reversed, moron. What do you think your boy will think of you when we find him?”
“We won’t find him, he’s gone.” Sal replied hugging himself.
“I thought you had more faith in Nick than that.” Texas snarled. “We have a lead and are getting ready to move tonight. Do you want to be there? Or have you forgotten that you promised to never let him go?”
Dull blue eyes met fiery dark orbs. He nodded slowly and was hauled to his feet.
“Get yourself together.” Texas jerked him close. “I’ve sent the kid at the club packing. If you fuck another boy, you’ll answer to me.”
*~*
Texas walked in amidst the rubble and dead bodies. He felt Alonzo at his shoulder. He had a pissed off Kitten, pacing in his home. But he had flat out refused to put his boy in danger.
“He’s in here, sir.” Brooks called.
Sal grabbed Texas’ bicep. “Paul?”