TEASER
The beginning of my fic. Unbeta'd. Just wanna give y'all a little taste of whats to come. I'm kinda nervous about it because I just wrote this all real fast and I'm not sure if it's good at all :P
The sound of the paddle swiftly connecting with Cody's raw ass bounced off the dimly lit bedroom walls. A sharp intake of breathe ghostly followed after, then a sigh of pure contentment echoed.
Although his vision had adjusted to his ill-lighted surroundings, the pools of tears that have accumulated in his icy blue eyes made it difficult to see his familiar surroundings. His vision might have been blurred, but he didn't need his vision. He felt the other man's ominous presence hover over behind him where he knelt. He was nothing but a shadow of a man who's radiance shined brighter than the sun, fueled by beauty, power, determination...and sins.
The rise and fall of Cody's glistening chest caved in and expanded more rapidly. He's frail naked figure was torn and battered. Blood drops snaked down his chest from his perfectly sculpted cheek bone made by a tender kiss of a sword blade. The various open wounds on his back, made by the unforgiving whip, created more crimson red trails down to his ass, in his inner though until he was kneeling in a pool of his own shameful blood.
He was mutilated again, stuck in an overwhelming state of agony that Cody was all to familiar with. Even his arms, elbows to the air and hands clasp eloquently behind his neck, ached and felt heavier as if they weren't his own. But none of this pain could hold a flame to the fiery pain he held in his untouched cock and under the circumstances of this particular night, in his heart. But his eyes portrayed a different emotion, actually...his eyes were completely vacant. It was almost insane.
He knelt in place without any motion. Just a face carved out of stone to any other person. Oh, but not him. Certainly not him.
Footsteps circled his pathetic figure, a muscular shadow of an half naked man studied him. The pit of Cody's stomach boiled with anticipation but still he did not move. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to find the gall deep inside his once dignified heart.
Cody felt the wooden flat tap the bottom of his quivering chin, forcing him to look into the eyes of his master, his Prince, the only thing he has in his world.
"Say that I own you,"
what do you think?
The sound of the paddle swiftly connecting with Cody's raw ass bounced off the dimly lit bedroom walls. A sharp intake of breathe ghostly followed after, then a sigh of pure contentment echoed.
Although his vision had adjusted to his ill-lighted surroundings, the pools of tears that have accumulated in his icy blue eyes made it difficult to see his familiar surroundings. His vision might have been blurred, but he didn't need his vision. He felt the other man's ominous presence hover over behind him where he knelt. He was nothing but a shadow of a man who's radiance shined brighter than the sun, fueled by beauty, power, determination...and sins.
The rise and fall of Cody's glistening chest caved in and expanded more rapidly. He's frail naked figure was torn and battered. Blood drops snaked down his chest from his perfectly sculpted cheek bone made by a tender kiss of a sword blade. The various open wounds on his back, made by the unforgiving whip, created more crimson red trails down to his ass, in his inner though until he was kneeling in a pool of his own shameful blood.
He was mutilated again, stuck in an overwhelming state of agony that Cody was all to familiar with. Even his arms, elbows to the air and hands clasp eloquently behind his neck, ached and felt heavier as if they weren't his own. But none of this pain could hold a flame to the fiery pain he held in his untouched cock and under the circumstances of this particular night, in his heart. But his eyes portrayed a different emotion, actually...his eyes were completely vacant. It was almost insane.
He knelt in place without any motion. Just a face carved out of stone to any other person. Oh, but not him. Certainly not him.
Footsteps circled his pathetic figure, a muscular shadow of an half naked man studied him. The pit of Cody's stomach boiled with anticipation but still he did not move. Even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to find the gall deep inside his once dignified heart.
Cody felt the wooden flat tap the bottom of his quivering chin, forcing him to look into the eyes of his master, his Prince, the only thing he has in his world.
"Say that I own you,"
what do you think?