Domination [Anzy] [pg13]

[RuetheDay]

The cool winds ruffled Cain's pitch black hair as he continued to wander the grounds outside the school. It wasn't worth it to enroll, they'd ask question, they'd want to know... He'd be forced to tell them. He couldn't believe what he had done only nights ago. This gift. This power. It only brought him grief. He didn't deserve his family any how. They loved him and he was so stupid that he put such a fate upon them. He should have known. He should have thought it through. He should have just died. He was worthless, useless. There was never anything truly special about him anyway. He wanted to just die... so he wouldn't have to watch himself screw up again.

Tears streamed from his eyes as he fell to his knees, sobbing as he reduced himself down to his worst details, picking bit by bit at his own soul only driving his inner turmoil down an even more dark and terrible path, spiraling down and down and down... He lay on the floor a whimpering sobbing mess, clawing at the ground sobbing "Why?" repeatedly in hysterics. Why? Why? Why? If he could only look into himself and see it would he have found out but he was ignorant, stupid. And so very, very emo. xD

[Anzeh]

Mobait was wandering the grounds of the school. Lately he'd been on the market for a nice new pet to take home. His last pet had died recently, unable to deal with his needs. Of course, straight sex was enough to feed the Incubus male, but he'd gotten too creative for his little body to handle. This was why he didn't take pets younger then 16 usually. They just couldn't handle--

What was that?

He saw a lone boy, collapsed on the ground near the school grounds, but not on them... he looked to be in his late teens... 17 at the youngest... and from what he could see of his body he looked rather delicious. That was more than enough for him.

Mobait lunged forward, quiet as a shadow and grabbed the boy, taking off into the air, his hand resting on the ass of his new pet.

[RuetheDay]

Buried in the deths off his merseries, his mind clouded, his shattered thoughts swirling about, he lost track of how long he'd been there. Time, space, life itself as smeared together in the spiraling vortex that had begun to enter. Slowly winding downward and downward.

But suddenly... He was soaring, above all else through the night skies starry and bright. He could feel it, the wind rushing through his bands, but as his eyes eased open... It was not that his soul had passed onto to a state as a carefree being but instead he had been taken captive by that of this winged creature, of what sort he could not take a guess.

He reacted, struggling againt the arms that held him, a strong hand groping his ass. Assesing the situation, this was damn ****ed up. He was a sobberly mess on the grounds of the forest and now in the arms of a strange beautiful winged man. WTF.

"Lets go of me! What the **** do you think you are doing!?" He kicked and squirmed relentlessly. "Who the hell do you think you are???"

[Anzeh]

Mobait had expected his pet to retaliate against him, for him to scream and writhe and shout expletives at him until he ran out of air in his lungs, but that was all part of the fun of training a new pet. They learned what could be done and what could not be done, and question master in any way, shape, or form was against the rules and resulted in punishment.

But of course, his little pet would learn these rules soon enough.

When they got to his hotel room, a luxurious bit with the total outfitting a rather large apartment, he brought the boy to his room and threw him roughly onto the floor. He wasn't so tactless as to take his new pet without ground rules first. Examining him in the light, he noticed that his little pet already wore a collar. But it was the collar of freedom, a statement that he was a young, lusty youth who could defy all rules and regularity with this collar. He needed a collar to bind him as his forever. As long as he lived, anyway.

But again, he was getting ahead of himself.

He pulled back his foot and kicked the boy hard in the side. "Listen up." He said in his clearest and most authoritative pet-training voice. "Rule number one: You don't question me. 2: You never swear, except for during sex. 3: You are never allowed to leave this room." He pointed to the doorway to infer that the bedroom, not the hotel room, was the room he couldn't leave.

"4: Anything I put on you stays on unless I say you can take it off. If I think we need more rules, I tell you them." Mobait walked over to a drawer and pulled out a collar. "I am Mobait. You will call me Master, understand? Now, Pet, what's your name?"

After thinking a little, he added: "Rule 5: Do not speak unless spoken to."

[RuetheDay]

As he was whisked away he tossed a bit attempting to fight it, sadly all in vain. He never got any answers either. And as he continued to shout, he realised how dumb it was... He's trying to tire me out... He thought. Cain was not stupid, just a bit stubborn.

After what seemed like forever they arrived at a luxurious hotel room with the whole bit. Cain's mind was still on the subject of WTF. So much so, no real reaction came to this as he was carried through the divine living space to another room, a bedroom, where he was roughly thrown on the ground, he landed hard on his shoulder, bruising it more than likely. It didn't help when the asshole who brought him here kicked him in the stomach as well.

This just wasn't his day.

He sat in silence as his captor read out a list of rules and such... Cain then realised just what he'd gotten into. This guy, who was obviously not mentally right, thought he would get away with making him his new pet? Ummm, right... When he finished Cain looked up at 'Mobait', what kind of name is that anyway? And call him master? ****ing hell no.

"Who the **** do you think you are?" He asked in disgust sat up. "Honestly, who are you to order me around? You don't know me, man. Back off."

[Anzeh]

Mobait stood, not really listening to Cain's rant, merely counting off how many rules he was breaking on his fingers. At the end, he was holding up three fingers, estimating that, since he was sitting on the floor, he was about 3 or 4 feet away. He dropped his hand and in the blink of an eye, 5 gashes about 3 cm would lace the others torso.

"You broke three of the five rules my dearest pet." Mobait spat the last word and played with the collar in his hand. "Do you want me to repeat them again? No? Then you'll stop acting high and mighty and do as I say. Or... you will get many more of those, and much deeper."

[RuetheDay]

Wincing as his rant was rewarded by a cruel pain, five gashes opened on his torso, deep enough to draw blood... He felt it run down his side instantly quieting. Staring at the other in terror. He didn't even see what had caused them it happened so fast. He was dealing with something much more than human.

And it would probably do him best for now if he cooperated. Without strength, he wouldn't be able to negotiate of make any sort of escape. He wanted to leave the terrors and sorrow of his past. Instead he was sure he was entering a hellhole of far worse.

"Yes... master." With that last word he looked away scornfully, his already quite low self esteem, he could feel take a much larger dip.

[Anzeh]

Mobait watched his pet closely as pain laced his face and he muttered out the correct term. A smile came to his face as kneeled down to him, touching his cheek and one and sampling the feel of his hair in his fingers, found it to be lovely, the softness of both his skin and hair. He was perfect. No other word to describe him other than completely and utterly perfect.

He brought the other into his lap ran his fingers over the cuts he gave him. He closed them a little so he bled less, but allowed them to remain open for the most part, a throbbing reminder that you always followed the rules. He'd wanted the boy to cry too though... that would have been wonderful...

"I'd rather not have to hurt you, pet. At least not in that way. But..." he let the sentence hang bringing him closer with the collar. Incubi were many things. Handsome, hated... hot, but they were not cruel. In general at least. Mobait probably fell into the group of non-general.

The male sampled his lips first, and then removed that defiant collar on his neck, replacing it with his own.

"You do not take this off." he said, reiterating one of his rules so Cain understood. "Never.

"Now, pet, what is your name?"

[RuetheDay]

Master, Cain even with his very little bit of self esteem still pondered how he could ever get used to calling anyone that. It was completely and totally degrading... as the pain started to null and he began to ignore it. Though the sting was bad he still lay there, in an effort to keep from breaking any more of Mobait's 'rules'. As he knelt down and felt Cain's hair and skin he waited patiently for him... He hated it but the only way to keep from getting hurt worse was to cooperate.

And this was rewarded with a more gentle reaction from the other. As his wounds were closed a bit, a certain bit of relief came over him but their was still a certain maliciousness to the others demeanor and Cain knew his tortures were not over just yet. Things would only get worse in time and he knew it...

His thoughts were interrupted as the others lips pressed against his own, testing them, trying it out. Cain didn't know what to do as something told him to jerk away, this wasn't right and another wanted to stay and give in. Did this mean he was gay? Cain had never had a girlfriend... Still a virgin, this was his first kiss... Cain's life was ****ed and if things kept in the direction not only his life would get ****ed but he would end up envying how much gentler his life was ****ed.

Oh, god I'm gonna be an ass toy... A lovely first thing to think as your lips part from another males and you stare up at him in a combination of shock, fear and... intrigue? He quickly dismissed that possibility. And focused on what was happening as he was stripped of the collar he was wearing and it was replaced with a new one... much tighter, less comfortable... it kinda itched as well.

He wanted to complain as he was given permission to speak but decided not as he could do without dying here... in some pervert's arms...

"Cain."

[Anzeh]

"Cain..." He whispered softly, his arms around his pet in a softer gesture than he was accustomed too. Although seeing the wounds open again would be most entertaining and deeply erotic for the incubus, if the wounds opened he would have to wait until they closed completely before he could even consider having sex with the young male. After all, it wouldn't do if his lovely pet was to expire before he could get good usage out of him.

Having given the boy his collar and explained the rules, now that he knew his name... it was time to sleep. First was simple sleep. He'd awaken the boy with more training tomorrow. So he lifted the boy onto the bed and set him down. Mobait himself looked around. These four walls would be the extent of the boy's world unless he said otherwise, and this thought gave him a feeling of well-due satisfaction.

With Cain in bed he joined him, laying with his back against the male's back for now.

XXXXX

Just before sun's first light, he rolled over to Cain, whom he assumed was still asleep. He wrapped his arms around the teen, one hand moving up to play with the nipples that were rightfully his and the other deftly undid the pants he'd allowed him to keep on, his hand moving into his undies, hand working too.