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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.	By : Foraoo Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 5- Who We Were.

*~* William Hayes III*~*

We hurt the ones we love the most, it’s a subtle form of compliment. Well that’s what I told myself, as I stood before the washbasin in my private suite.

“My son,” I whispered. ‘My flesh!’ My mind seethed. Here locked amongst these walls having God knows what pain and pleasures performed upon him.

Vice has always been an occupation in my bloodline, right back to the olden times I should think. There was probably a pimp by the name of Hayes scrounging for cash in a dirty back street not knowing this is where our family’ fortune would be made. But the pain? The sheer pleasure in surrendering your body to a vindictive stranger? That was my gamble and mine alone, and now look at me. One of the richest men alive and the world on tenterhooks wanting to know where all this money came from. No matter how seedy people felt my occupation was I’d always felt pride in what I did. That I solely could provide theses little pleasures to the hungry masses. At least pride was what I felt until shefound out. After that I felt weak and useless. I barely felt a man. The things she took pride in were very different. She took pride in the fact that I, rich and powerful, could not provide the one thing we were put on this earth for. She basked in this pleasure, although she never said. I saw it in her eyes when we made love, along with her misery. As much as I loved her, I knew she was no longer mine. Finally when she was gone that pride was taken over by rage, by a sense of duty, by lust. I threw myself into the enterprise, for the first time ever actually lying with the slaves. I fucked them and I hurt them and finally it returned. I felt a man again, powerful and superior. Now that I had it back I couldn’t give it up, I couldn’t return to that crippling existence. Not even for my only son.

I gazed into the mirror before me, my image almost hidden by the steam of the shower. I stared at the eyes, nose, and jawbone; none of the things Darren had to resemble me, none of the things that would make a person stop and say. “My God, William! He’s your double!” No, Darren had too much of his mother in him. Physical and emotional. I needed him broken and then I needed him structured. Structured into the man I wanted him to be. I wanted him to be me. I loved him and God I loved his mother, but those feelings were in the past now. I’d made my decision, ruthless as it was and God forgive me.
We hurt the ones we love the most, it’s a subtle form of discipline.
With a sob, I splashed the water onto my face. Washed the features that were so unlike Darren’s. Washed away the sin.

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*~* Darren *~*

My eyes flew open and that was it. No screaming, no struggling, no confusion. One minute I was asleep and the next I was awake. I felt the man’s body next to me, warm and pulsating. My own body throbbed in a dull ache. I never imagined anything in the world could be so painful, that coming here could be so painful. Even as I thought this I knew my naivety.
Instinctively I knew the figure next to me was awake, and I froze. His hand pressed down on my shoulder and gently he turned me onto my back. I winced as my wounded flesh made contact with the silk and closed my eyes against the pain.

“Does it hurt?” He whispered in that low way of his. He blanched. “Of course it does. Would you like more lotion? It cools the stinging.”

“No.” I stared straight ahead at the white ceiling, not as a sign of defiance but indifference. Right now there was nothing he could do to hurt me.

“I’m sorry…It…It wasn’t…All I can say is I’d do anything to take it back.” His face took on an angry look “To take it all back.” He spat.

Finally I gazed at him and my eyes locked to his. He looked shocked and couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away.

“I remember when I was five, my mother coming into the kitchen. I sat in the middle of it, with this giant mound of dirt almost knee high. I smiled at her and continued attempting to feed it to my dog Sparks, but he kept spitting it back out.” Although my memory was a happy one it wasn’t evident in my monotone voice, I paused as I noted my Master’s ghost of a smile and then continued. “My mother went ballistic because the maid had only just cleaned the floor. And I hated when my Mother shouted at me, god I hated it. I instantly burst into tears. I told her I was just making mud pies, like she had made me and then she just started laughing, she was shaking with laughter and tears were running down her cheeks. Then she scooped me up and took me to make some actual mud pies.” I didn’t realise it but tears were running down my face now. “I guess I’m saying…I guess I want my Mum.” The last part I whispered, my eyes locking out my master’s sad expression. I felt his hand upon mine and he gave a gentle squeeze.

"Your mother?" He looked surprised, as if he never actually thought about my father being married before.

"Annabel Lee Hayes."

“She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love--
I and my Annabel Lee." His whispered as if it were a sacred text.

“You know ‘Annbel-Lee?’” I didn’t try to hide my surprise.

“I used to think it was beautiful. I think all of Edgar Alllan Poe's work is beautiful;
‘For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee’." Then he smiled a real smile, large and silly but as soon as it came, it was gone

“My mother. She was named after the poem…” I murmured, sorry the moment was lost.

“You must get up we have to train.”

The fear returned as he helped me off the bed. I could crawl into the past as much as I wanted but that Darren was gone and buried.

As I stood there, I couldn’t help but tremble a bit. I hurt. And I was hungry. And I needed to go to the bathroom. He went to the wall with ‘the implements’, took down a riding crop and a leather collar. He came back and fastened the collar around my neck. Then he attached a chain. It looked just like a dog leash. He wouldn’t, would he?

“Now listen,” he started seriously. “You’re my first, and I’m making mistakes. I—I’m supposed to be harsh… I need… to make you strong. You—“ He shook his head sadly, looking down at the floor. I could tell, in some ways, this was as hard for him as it was for me. Maybe even harder. “You’ve got to be silent when we leave here. Or I’ll have to use this.” He held the small whip up again. “Now get down on your hands and knees and for fucks sake, whatever happens, be quiet. Unless you’re required to make noise. And you’ll know. Believe me, you’ll know.”

I groaned, my sore body and stiff muscles protesting my actions. He brought that little whip down on my already sore back and I cried suddsuddenly. “Shit!”
He brought it down again. This time I remained quiet, cursing him in my head. I didn’t realize it then, but his strokes weren’t heavy. It was simply that last night’s beating hadn’t healed yet. However, it got the point across. When I’d finally gotten to all fours, he jerked on the leash and led me out into the hallway.
I immediately felt my body grow flushed with embarrassment. So much so I didn’t realize there were others like me out there as well.

He showed me where our communal facilities were and then he showed me how I was expected to bathe masters and the privileged, by bathing me. He was very gentle, especially on my still tender back and wrists. I didn’t miss the vitriol to his low voice when he mentioned the people we were being trained for, though.
Then it was my turn to clean him. I hesitated for the longest moment and he seemed to understand.
“They’re old, mostly. Healed… mostly. You won’t hurt me.”
I felt chastised by that quiet admission. How could my father allow this type of abuse? I swallowed. How could he be a part of it? I did my best to copy all his moves. I must have pleased him, because he allowed the tiniest hint of a smile to the corner of his mouth before becoming serious.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back.” And with that he left me standing naked and wet in the slave showers.

“Well, well…” I turned, eyes wide. Richard! What was he doing here? And… talking?
He ran his hand over my wet hair and I trembled again. His fingers brushed against my cheek… along my jaw… down my chest… my eyes widened as they wrapped around my cock and began to work it. I wanted to look around, find Daniel, but my eyes were held by his dark, predatory gaze. I was helpless. His free hand wrapped itself behind my head and pulled me forward, his tongue thrusting inside as our lips met. I whimpered… in fear of what would happen next. I began to harden under his hands as I frantically wished for my master. Just as Richard began nipping my throat, I heard a growl. I didn’t believe it human, but the next thing I knew Richard was being pulled from me. I stumbled back against the wall as Richard was thrown to the floor.
Daniel was beautiful in his wrath and he scared the hell out of me. He didn’t say a word as he stood over Richard, raining blows down on him. Then the woman I remembered as Madame Kay grabbed his wrist. I cowered back, amazed at her strength.

“Enough, Daniel!”

“Teach him his place!”

Their eyes locked and I watched wide-eyed. Finally she let go of his arm. He lowered it slowly and then turned toward me. I cringed as he grabbed my leash and yanked me along. I started to drop to my knees. “No!” he ordered harshly. I shot back up, not quite as stiff, and followed him quickly. Loathe to have that anger directed any more fully at me.
The trip back to our room took mere moments, it seemed. Once inside, he dropped the leash and paced the room. What he was thinking, I had no hint and he was obviously not going to tell me. Soon he seemed calmer and he turned to me. His eyes were hard.

“Never look into the Master’s eyes unless told to do so.” I dropped my gaze immediately. He walked over to me and I cursed myself as my body shook.

“Suck my cock.” He said the words so quietly I almost didn’t understand. I fell to my knees, but hesitated. The crop struck my back. I didn’t cry out this time. I don’t know why I hesitated. It wasn’t like I hadn’t done this before.
Since he was soft, I thought I’d start by running my hands up the inside of his legs to massage the soft flesh, but apparently that was wrong. The crop hit my back again.

“When you’re told to suck, that’s what you do. Nothing else.” His low voice was calm. No hint of the terrible anger that had been there earlier. I thought about the task at hand... or out of it, actually. Fortunately he seemed patient, as if he understood my dilemma. I didn’t really want to feel that sting again.

I leaned in, but my balance was off, so I braced my hands on my knees and pushed my face into his groin. I smiled inwardly as it was his turn to tremble. The flaccid muscle jumped beneath my face as it began filling rapidly. I teased him, took the tip in my mouth, curled my tongue under it and sucked softly. A low moan slipped from my master’s lips and he hardened further. I smiled again, not bothering to hide it. This was something I did know how to do, after all. I’d show him.

I swallowed his length slowly, rubbed my nose in thick curls when I reached the base, then made my way back up just as slowly, swirling my tongue around the end when I reached it. He keened lowly and I picked up my pace. Suddenly he fisted my hair and began fucking my mouth. I began to choke. Frightened by his sudden, forceful assault, I made the mistake of pushing against him. He gripped my hair harder, bringing tears to my eyes. For a just a moment I considered biting, but his words reminded me of my position, what I’d given myself over to.

“Don’t. Don’t make me hurt you, Darren. I—I don’t want to, but I will if I have to…

So I let him use me, without a fight. Finally he came. I choked and coughed, unable to swallow around his cock pressed to the back of my throat. When I thought I would suffo, he, he finally pulled out and released me. I spit out what hadn’t run out, or managed to find its way down my throat. The crop struck my back.

“Never spit out the offering of a better. Now clean it up.”

I stared up at him, incredulous. He couldn’t mean… but when he raised his arm, I knew he did. I lowered my eyes to the floor. At least it was concrete, and not dirt. The crop hit my back again and I flinched. “It will only get worse, Darren. I—I have to hurt you to help you…” A short knock at the door before it opened. The crop fell again and this time I knew it was hard. There was quite a difference. I bent down and began to lick at the floor, heat flowing over me again at the humiliation of others seeing me do this.

I heard the door slowly creak open and footsteps behind me. The burn of my humiliation increased as I lapped up the cum.

“Master Daniel?” A quiet voice that I guessed belonged to a fellow slave. My Master paused for a moment.

“Leave the food over there.” I heard the movement of the slave behind me as he hurried to obey. The floor now clean I risked a glance at my Master. He stared at the other slave, his cheeks reddened yet his eyes were hard. “You may leave Philip.” His voice low and gentle now, full of empathy. The slave gone, Daniel felt my gaze he looked towards me and nodded to himself.

“Our training isn’t over Darren, you still have so much to learn.” My heart beating almost out of my chest, I realised how right he was.
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