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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
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Chapter 7 – Blood Ties.

*~* William Hayes III *~*

I stood before my mirror again. When had I become so unfeeling? So cold?
It was all her fault. She had driven me to this. I frantically scrubbed at my hands under the cold water. I shivered, remembering how I’d let them… how I’d encouraged them to take my frustration out on him.
I remembered how he looked when they had finished. His back was completely raw and open. Bloody meat and then I’d used his own blood to roughly lube him.
I remember the rush when my hot cock slid through the blood. I’d felt pure power. An adrenaline blast like never before almost overwhelming that dull ache of self-loathing that burned in my guts.
I remember the look on Marcos’ face, too. I didn’t think anything could shake him. I’d always trusted him to do anything I needed that was too much for me to do alone… but I had the feeling I’d gone too far for even his baser side.
How dare Daniel disobey me in this. He was mine. Body and soul. He did as I wished, and nothing more.
I’d see to it that he followed my directions, even if it killed him.
I looked at my hands. Was there really still blood on my hands? Or was it some leftover remnant of conscience?
No! I scrubbed my hands again. I was not wrong. I did what was necessary to maintain order. To get what I deserved. Nothing more. My reputation was at stake. Everyone must know that no one crossed me whether it be a poor insignificant whore, a wronged son or…a wife.
I stared at the blood staining my palms and a shiver tingled down my spine, almost delicious in its intensity. I am William Hayes and no one crosses me.

No one.

*~* Darren *~*

The night before I had been raped by three men on my father’s orders. I was on my way towards another sexual suitor on my hands and knees as if I were a mere animal. I had signed a contract to live my life like this.
It was as if the shock had been rubbed and rubbed and now it was peeling away, leaving only raw terror. This terror consumed me, over whelmed me and yet at the back of my mind I thought of him. Daniel. I knew that I should hate him but I couldn’t. My father had done this to him, made him what he was. I could feel no hate, nor see him as a monster. Monsters are created by greater evils. I knew he was one of the stolen. Perhaps his family had sold him into the trade, perhaps they had just taken him from his bed one night for him to wake up the next morning in hell. His eyes held such pain and exhaustion. My own reasons for being here haunted me. I had chosen a selfish and naïve path and now I must walk it. My father was… he was… no amount of rebellion would ever make him break character. If anything, my defiance had created more weaknesses for me, more ways for him to neglect and hurt me. My situation may not be a positive one but it wasn’t one I could blame on others. We live with our mistakes.

I still see her. The long wavy black hair, so much like my own, billowing out behind her. Those sapphire eyes stared forever skyward, although they didn’t see anything, nor would they ever again. The gentle motion of the water pushing her slowly to and fro, betraying reality and suggesting life remained in her silent body. The water, that’s what I remember best. The pool that we played in so often was wrong, terrifying, the colour of blood.

And at the side he stood. My father. Watching as I dived in and swam towards her. As I tried to drag her to the surface, my twelve-year-old body fought a losing battle. I remember someone screaming and crying. Sounds of such awful fear, it took days to realize the screaming had been me. Then the feeling of abandonment as he stared into my eyes for the last time and turned away, leaving me holding the corpse of my mother in my shivering arms.

Nothing I could ever do would bring the truth to the surface. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t save my mother. But Daniel? There was still hope! He hadn’t drowned yet. My father wouldn’t claim another victim. I would rescue Daniel. This would be my penance.
I was disturbed from my thoughts by the lash to my back.

“We’re here.” The attendant nudged me in the hip with his foot, moving me towards the wrought iron door. “You will not speak until asked to. You will follow orders and remain at all times a slave, nothing more. Understood?” I nodded in response as my mind raced. Please God, forgive my mistakes. Don’t let them hurt me, not again. Not the way they’ve hurt Daniel. As I prayed the door creaked open. The attendant’s voice was muffled as he asked the woman to sign the form. One last chance?

*~*~*

“Well what do we have here? Richard come and see this. Look at the state of him. If you ever makod ood on your threat to be a Master I hope you learn from this.” As I kneeled in the middle of the room they stood before me. Their fingers prodded my wounds, but not harshly. Their fingers ghosted over the cuts and bruises leaving a whispering sigh in their wake.

“Is this the work of that bastard Daniel?” I jumped at the sound of Richard’s voice. Did he not realize what he had just done? To speak of another Master in such a way was bound to bring a punishment. I braced myself for Madame Kay’s response.

“It disgusts me the way some of the slaves are treated here. I mean look at him. He’s shaking like a leaf. I doubt he’s had anything filling to eat since he got here. Richie, fetch him some chicken from the dinner cart.” I gasped. She was speaking to him like an equal! I was even more shocked at my disappointment that she hadn’t scolded him.

Her hands caressed my back as ‘Richie’ carried out her order. “Sit up now. Let me look at you.” She eased my shoulders back until our faces were inches from each other. “Oh, you’re a pretty one. No wonder Richard’s so keen on you.” She noticed the confusion on my face. “You’re wondering why I don’t use the methods your Master does? That your father does? Because that’s not pleasure, that’s control. Rape is an act of dominance not lust. Me, I’m in it for lust.” She trailed her finger along my cheek. “This
doesn’t mean that pain should be excluded…” Her hand viciously grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me to her lips. “It should just come with benefits.” She murmured into my mouth. Hungrily I kissed her, drawn by the subtle taste of honey that lingered on her lips.

“Ahem?” Richard’s voice above us. She pushed me away and grinned at him. Rising she took his hand in hers.

“Darren, for now I want you to eat. That’s all I’m concerned with right now. The rest will come…when it comes.” With that she left us and entered the bathroom.

Richard lay the food down before me. I was surprised to see he was wearing black trousers. He saw my puzzled frown and laughed softly.

“I was wrong, Darren. I made this place out to be a haven, when it’s far from that. This isn’t the place that I thought it would be. Not to say I’m not happy. I’m wonderfully happy it’s just…it hurts me to see what they’ve done to you and so many like you.” I concentrated on eating, pretending to be busy yet careful not to break the ‘no talking’ rule. He smiled at me as if he realized this. “Kay’s wonderful. She knows the boundaries. Absolute power with no rules sounds tempting but it isn’t. When you can have everything you want, do anything you want without conscience, then what’s left? When you have everything you want more. There’s always got to be more. If not, what’s the point of living? Where’s the impossible dream that builds us, pushes us and
eventually kills us? That’s why everyone’s so twisted here, Darren. That’s why they hurt you so much. They want to feel alive again. They’d settle for anything—hate, fear, despair; but it’s desire they strive for, they want to feel that illicit bliss once more, but it’s been abused so much, it’s gone.” The food seemed to choke me as I listened to his words, staring into his eyes I felt almost light headed.

“Richard…” I murmured not sure what to say next.

“Shh…finish your food then we’ll talk.” In silence we sat and ate. Usually I hated people watching me eat, but I found I didn’t care. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now, and everything tasted so good. It occurred to me that Madame Kay must be held in high esteem to receive such allowances. When I finished I sat back on my heels unsure of the next move.

“It was so wonderful to see Richard again.” Madame Kay announced sudd. “I. “It’s been so long since we last met. Imagine my surprise and delight at running into him again?” She poured me some wine and lazily ran her hands through my hair.

“We were lovers.” Richard interjected. “Once, long ago.” He smiled at her. “We lost touch. And it’s hard finding another who appreciates our approach to the act of love.”

“Always so careful with your words, Richard, a virtue I’ve missed.” She pulled me by the arm. “But let’s save the words for later. We have more pleasant activities to contend with.” She left me beside Richard and brought a chair into the room. “I should have a good view here, shouldn’t I?” Amazed I followed the direction of her gaze. The double bed lay behind us.

“Are you sitting comfortably?” Richard said as he removed his trousers. “Then we’ll begin.” I turned to him but my response was lost as he flung me onto the waiting bed.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since I got here…” He sighed, running his fingers over my chest and thighs. I found myself desperately kissing him back. It was just as he said. I craved his desire. Rolling me onto my back, he pinioned my arms above my head and kissed me hard. Drawing back I saw his lips were as dark as over ripe cherries. He ground his hips against mine, our erections clashing. An ache coursed through me, a need. I knew he felt it too, a bond was formed from our twin desires. Still restraining my wrists he pulled himself up so that his cock beat urgently at my parted lips. I tasted the faint saltiness on the tip of my tongue as I gingerly licked at it. Feeling braver I embraced it with my mouth, desperate to please him. His head was thrown back, hiding his face but I heard him sigh deeply. I sucked almost greedily on him. My tongue darted over the sensitive skin. He began to ride my mouth with abandon. I let the cock slide from my lips and slipped my tongue lower. When he realized my intention he pulled himself up further and down onto my exploring mouth. With my salvia I lubed the hole. He shifted round quickly, to take my own organ into his mouth. is is what I thought he would do, until I felt his finger slip into me. I shuddered. ”Please!” It shocked me that after all that had happened I could feel so much pleasure. As I writhed he moved again. This time pushing his hole down onto me. My cock entered him. He was so tight. With a muffled groan he began to grind his hips so that I pounded into him. His steel blue eyes never left mine, not even when I climaxed. As I lay recovering he turned me over, his lips left traces all over my naked back. Pulling my legs apart so they encircled his waist I felt him enter me. My gasp quickly turned into a moan as I squirmed. He was slow at first, then he moved with grace as he delved deeper, I saw his left foot appear beside my face and barely registered it as I sighed. The red mists approached. No longer slow, this was fucking incarnate. I pushed backward with all my might as we climaxed together. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed, Richard’s warm body lying atop mine.

“They call that the ‘wheelbarrow’.” He whispered as I giggled lazily.

“Boys, we are no where near done yet,” Madame Kay called. She approached the bed naked.

Desire isn’t control, unwilling pain, or forced submission.

This was desire.

*~*~*

As I was led back to my room I noticed my dark mood had lifted. If I could only show Daniel what I had experienced. Show him what pleasure could be. Bizarrely, I felt excited at the prospect. The attendant called Cyril stopped outside Daniel’s door.“ End of the line my friend.” He whispered, patting my back as if I was a dutiful pet. The door swung open and he ushered me inside. Not even glancing inside, he left me. I turned to face the room.

I saw my mother, I saw her glassy eyes, I saw the bloody water, and I sa fat father’s unfeeling eyes and his disappearing back. But these images passed instantly and I saw Daniel. I saw the blood.

“Oh my god!” I cried and leapt to my feet, sprinting towards him. His body had been tossed onto the bed like a bloody rag doll. Used, abused and forgotten. I gathered him up into my arms and hugged him to my chest. I pressed two fingers against the pulse point of his neck and searched for a heartbeat. It was there but faint, too faint.

“Cyril!” I screamed over and over, staring as the blood stained my hands.

“What in hell are you doing?” He said when he appeared hours later, at least that’s what those seconds felt like.

“You have to help him! We can’t let him drown!” I cried as he stopped dead in his tracks and stared at the broken body. I didn’t even realize I’d referred to Daniel in the same context as my mother. “Get someone! Madam Kay or my father or someone!”

“I…I…Your father was the last in here. If he’s like this it’s because your father wanted it like this. I don’t know what I can do!” He
cried, fear evident in his voice.

“You’re not going to drown, Daniel. You’re not.”

I won’t let you.
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Pleasure Island-By LindaG and Foraoo.