One-Shot series

“Get moving, you scum!” Frank grunted when he felt his knees collide with the sickly green-brown mud on the ground, and hesilently cursed himself for pausing. He struggled to his feet and he steppedforward, following the burly ogre of a man in front of him.
This was the life he had been forced into. Hiswrists were bound, and he wore a pair of faded slacks. No shirt, no shoes, hedid not have the opportunity to embrace such luxuries. The man before himstopped, and as a result Frank almost collided with him. He did not dare lifthis eyes to look around. He could hear the moans of agony through the rain, andthe whip cracks hitting both air and flesh. The Slave Market was a horribleplace; one Frank loathed with ever fiber of his being.
The slaver who had brought him in dragged him toa wooden post suspended several feet in the air, and he tied Frank’s wristssecurely in place. Frank groaned, but he did not protest. He was too short, andhis feet barely touched the ground, and the result was his arms aching from thestrain.
Hours passed, and the rain came down harder.Frank’s head was slumped forward against his chest, and he was violentlyshaking with cold. He had not eaten in several days and he was sure he wasgoing to get sick, given that the rain felt like ice against his skin. Frankmoaned in agony, but he soon regretted it when he felt the Slaver’s whip grazehis side—bruising, but not cutting the flesh it came into contact with. “Quiet,you.” He growled, “You’re scaring off the customers.”
Frank fell silent, though once in a while hewould try to stand properly, only to have his bare feet slip and slide in themud. He sighed and closed his eyes, though only for a moment. That was all hehad before he heard the sloshing of one’s footfalls approaching him. Thefootfalls ceased and a mid-range, gravelly voice spoke. “Aren’t you over-taxinghim, just a bit? Surely this rain isn’t good for his health.”
“He hasn’t been out here that long,” his slaverreplied, “You interested?” The man did not speak; instead he approached Frank,who tensed when he felt a strong hand grasp his jaw, and lift his head, forcingFrank to look this man in the eyes.
Frank squirmed, but he hadn’t the strength toresist him. He stared up into the hazel eyes so like his own and shivered,knowing his future was set before this man had even said a word. The manreleased Frank’s jaw, ands his head fell forward limply. “How much?” he asked,and Frank’s hands clenched into fists.
Frank’s slaver and this man haggled for a fewminutes, finally coming to an agreement on price. The Slaver walked over toFrank and released him from the post, and he crumpled to a heap in the mud. Hemade no noise, and he struggled to stand before his new master. His wrists werestill bound by leather cord, and he fell once more, splattering his side withmud before he managed to stand on shaky legs before the man.
The man in question made Frank’s insides squirm.He was tall and muscular with short, bristly hair and he wore a leather jacketand snakeskin pants. He looked Frank over with a look of revulsion, before heturned and twitched his hand, “Come.” He walked off, clearly intending forFrank to follow.
With a grimace, Frank limped behind the man, andhe groaned, finding out quickly that they were walking. The rain was beginningto let up, but the wind was getting worse, biting at his wet skin fiercely.
They walked for what felt like an eternity, andFrank was aching all over. He was following the man through a forest path, allthe while doing his best to keep quiet. He had sliced the bottom of his footopen on a rock, causing him to leave bloody footprints in his wake. With everygasp of pain he froze momentarily, praying the man did not notice. He neverdid, but this did not quell Frank’s fear.
As the trees thinned around them, they came upona large, elegant manor. Frank swallowed a gasp at the beauty of it, but headmired it only for a moment, before he stumbled to follow the man up to thefront doors. In his haste, he gasped and fell, grimacing as a few stray rockson the grassy lawn dug into his skin. He quickly forced himself up, the manturning back once to look at him with a cocked eyebrow.
“Hurry up. I don’t have all day.” He then turnedand headed to the doors with Frank at his heel. Frank stopped, and he wastrembling with exhaustion. He opened the doors, and led Frank inside. He closedand locked the doors and turned to Frank briefly to cut the bonds from hiswrists, “I need to clean you up and make you presentable for your new master.”He said, then turned and led Frank up an elegant Oak staircase.
Without daring to question the man, Frankfollowed him up to a large, beautiful bathroom on the second landing, easilytwice the size of any normal bathroom. The man stepped over to the tub and ranthe water, and Frank leaned back against the closed door, watching himsilently. “Come here, remove your clothing and get in.” Being perfectly used tobeing naked in front of others, he removed his only garment, and he limped tothe bath and slipped into the warm, perfumed water.
Frank savored the next half hour, where this mancleaned him as if he were a helpless infant, dressed the wound on his foot, andgave him clean, warm clothes.
Warm, dry, and smelling faintly of vanilla, Frankwas returned to reality as the man led him from the bathroom, up another flightof stairs, and into a large sitting room.
A roaring fire was alit in the stone fireplace,several large couches were placed around it, and the floor was carpeted. Frankquickly lowered his gaze to hide his fear. A man, presumably his new master wassitting comfortably in one of the armchairs, watching them both with a neutralexpression.
“He’s ready,” the man next to Frank said, towhich Frank instinctively moved closer to him, longing for any sort ofreassurance. If anything, the man lurched away from him.
“Shadows,” the low, quivering voice said, “out.”The man Frank now knew as Shadows spun on his heel and left, almost frightfullyfast. The man then turned to Frank, who was trembling with fright. “Come here,boy.” He said extending an arm, and twitching a finger towards himself in a‘come’ movement.
Frank walked forward quickly, and he kneeledbefore him with his eyes focused on the floor. He tensed when he felt a warmhand comb through his hair. He trembled, but forced himself to stay in hisplace. The man moved his hand to tightly grasp his hair, and he lifted Frank upand halfway into his lap. Frank swallowed nervously, with his feet stillresting on the ground; his upper body was splayed across his master’s lap.
He looked down at Frank and smiled, his fingersbrushing over his cheek, then his lips, every touch feather-light. “What isyour name?”
“F-Frank,” he replied softly, and he could nothelp the smallest of whimpers from passing his lips when he felt his master’sfingers brush across his cheek once more.
“Frank, lovely,” he purred the words, as ifFrank’s intense fear was somehow pleasing to him. His finger slid down hischeek, then up and across the shell of his ear. “To you, I have no name. I amyour Master. Remember that.” Frank closed his eyes and suppressed anothershiver, while the man’s hand moved to the buttons of the silk shirt he had beenwearing, and unbuttoned it slowly, slow enough to cause Frank’s heart rate toalmost double. He knew what would be asked of him in this household, but thatdid not in any way prepare him for it.
His shirt was half open, and he stopped. Frankdared to look up at him, but he quickly glanced away when he saw his masterstaring intensely down at him. “Stand,” he said the order firmly, and Frankstood up quickly. His master followed in one fluid motion, and he approachedFrank in two swift strides.
He roughly grabbed Frank’s hair, and Frank yelpedin pain. His master groaned and kissed him hard, invading his mouth with histongue and shocking Frank. The kiss was so powerful…so demanding, Frank couldnot help but shiver with fright.
He released Frank abruptly, and began to walktowards the doors. “Follow,” he said simply, to which Frank obeyed, fearing theconsequences of not doing so.
He led Frank down the hall and into a large,extravagant bedroom. The bed itself was large enough to fit four peoplecomfortably, and the room was warm, absent of any drafts. The walls were adark, forest green, and it too had a warm carpet covering the floor.
Once the two of them were inside, his master shutthe door and strode towards Frank, and he hastily unbuttoned his shirt the restof the way, then forced it off. Like before, he roughly grabbed at Frank’s hairand kissed him. Frank moaned in pain, it felt like his master was bruising hislips in the process. Breathing hard, he pulled back and stared down at Frankwith an animalistic hunger in his eyes. He pushed Frank back onto the bed, andhe kissed him again, while holding onto the back of his neck in an almostbruising grip.
Soon, he pulled back gasping for air and herolled over, allowing Frank to be on top—for the moment. “Undress me,” hemurmured while lifting up his arms, looking at Frank expectantly.
With trembling hands, Frank’s hands moved to thehem of his shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He moved to the leatherbelt, unbuckling it and pulling it off. At that same moment, he noticedsomething large and heavy tumble onto the bed. How he had noticed it earlier,Frank did not know, but at that moment he was frozen with terror. It was athick whip, the end decorated with an assortment of iron hooks. His breathingtoo had stilled and he just barely restrained himself from crying out when hefelt his master’s hand brush across the back of his neck. “Be a good boy and dowhat I ask, and you will never feel those hooks on your back.” Frank looked up,and his master was looking down at him with a look that could almost have beencompassion.
“Get moving, that was not an empty threat.” Frankswallowed and nodded, and returned to the task at hand. He pushed the alreadydiscarded clothing and whip onto the floor, then unbuttoned his master’s pants,but he wasn’t surprised when he found there was a lack of underwear.
“Come here,” his master murmured when he hadfinished, and Frank moved to his master’s side, still shaking a little, thoughnow more from nervousness than actual fright. He kissed Frank tenderly, and heslid one hand down to the button of his pants, and undid and pulled them offone-handed.
“Shadows chose you well,” he murmured when hepulled back from the kiss, while his right hand brushed across Frank’s chest,causing him to shiver. “Physical beauty,” he kissed the hollow of Frank’sthroat, “docile natured,” he kissed across his clavicle, “Weak.” He breathedthe word against Frank’s skin, and he suppressed a shudder. He kissed down to Frank’s belly button,then slid his tongue down Frank’s happy trail, then stopped when he heardFrank’s strangled moan.
With a grin, he moved back up and kissed Franklightly, “Who is the master here?”
“Y-you,” Frank stuttered, while averting his eyesshamefully.
“And who do you serve?”
“You.” Frank was trembling a little—it had beentoo long since he desired another like this.
“On your knees.” Frank hid his shock behind anunresponsive mask, and he slid off the warm bed to rest between his master’sspread legs. He sat up and looked down at Frank, “You know what to do.”
Frank took a deep breath to steady himself, thenhe grasped the base of his master’s hardened member, and slid the head into hismouth. He groaned, and combed one hand through Frank’s hair. “G-good boy, keepgoing…” Frank slowly bobbed his head, with shameful tears streaking his cheeks.After a few moments, he deep-throated him, and his master thrust into his mouthin response. Frank hummed, creating a very pleasant vibration, and he gasped.Frank gripped his master’s hips to keep himself steady, alternating betweendeep-throating him and bobbing his head tantalizingly slowly.
Above him, his master moaned, his hand tighteningon Frank’s hair. “That’s it,” he breathed the words, and took anothershuddering breath, “Just…just a little bit more…” He gasped sharply and buckedinto Frank’s mouth, groaning as his release came in one fell swoop.
Trembling, Frank pulled back and forced himselfto swallow, while struggling against a strong urge to gag. Against his betterjudgment, Frank looked up at his master, who was all but hyperventilating, athin sheen of sweat causing his skin to almost glow in the dim light of the room.He looked down at Frank, and smiled. “Come,” he purred softly, to which Frankmutely climbed up alongside his master.
Frank looked at him silently, much like a shychild to a new face. He tensed a little when he felt the other man’s handgently brush along his cheek and rest there. He pulled Frank in for a deep andpassionate kiss, one which Frank returned almost too eagerly.
Frank’s hands linked behind his master’s neck,and he pressed himself up against him. “So eager,” he breathed as he pulled backfrom Frank, “You forget who the master is here!” Frank cried out, andtumbled down to the ground, for his master had backhanded him so hard that hewas surprised that the bone had not snapped under the pressure. He nowunderstood why Shadows had acted as if he feared this man.
He stood over the frightened slave with a fireburning in his eyes. “You do nothing without my permission, nothing!”He grabbed Frank’s wrist in a painfully tight hold, and tossed him onto thebed. He was trembling, watching his master with wide eyes, though this innocentfear seemed not enough to spare him from his master’s scorn.
All but seething, he flipped Frank onto hisstomach and grabbed both of his wrists in one hand. He tightly tied them to theheadboard of the bed, to which Frank began to cry. “M-master, please—don’t dothis—“ he yelped, feeling the cutting of a ring in his shoulder when he punchedhim. “Silence.” At that same moment, he heard the distinct rushing noise of hismaster brandishing his whip. Frank clenched his eyes shut…
Crack.

Frank shrieked in pain—it hurt more than he couldhave even imagined. He squirmed and wept, barely able to get a handle on theburning, fiery pain before it came down again.

Crack.

Frank buried his face in the soft blankets andmoaned in pain. His movements slowed a little, in hoped that if his bodyrelaxed, it would hurt less.

Crack.

Blood splattered the sheets, and Frank shuddered.
Crack.
Frank whimpered, but he did not scream. Thistime, instead of another whipping, he heard the weapon tumble to the floor.Whimpering in pain, he felt his master lie beside him and pull the slave closein what was supposed to be a comforting embrace. He felt the bonds on hiswrists loosen and fall, and he pressed himself against his master. “Neveranger me, Frank. It will only be your end.”

Frank had stopped moving, assuming that historment was over for the night. It only took a backhand to the side of his faceto realize that he was mistaken. “Don’t fall asleep, I’m not finished withyou.” His words were spoken in a cool monotone, while he rolled Frank back ontohis stomach.
Weak from blood loss, Frank could not haveprotested even if he tried. He felt his master force him into a half-kneeling,doggy style position, and his hand brushed across Frank’s back, causing hismultiple wounds to sting. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling his masterposition himself behind Frank.
He groaned and eased himself into Frank. Franktrembled, but it did not hurt half as much as he expected. For a brief momentthis confused him, then he felt the bile rise in his throat. ‘He used myblood as lubrication…’ Frank closed his eyes and swallowed thickly, tryingto block out the guttural moans his master was emitting.
Frank closed his eyes, and he imagined himselfsomewhere else, anywhere else but here. His master’s moans grew louder,and Frank let out the smallest of cries when he felt his master’s release.
He collapsed forward on the bed, dragging Frankwith him.
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Shadows looked up at the ceiling with a smallfrown. “Hey!” His comrade, a young man with shoulder-length dark hair and ablack fedora shoved his shoulder. “It’s your move, don’t space on me now.”Gates glared at him past a hand of cards, and Shadows looked at him afterrolling his eyes.
“The screams stopped,” Shadows said simply. “I’llbe right back.”
“Bad idea, dude! I wouldn’t, if I were you. Youknow how Gerard gets if you interrupt his playtime with his toys.” Shadows hadalready stood up, and he was heading for the door. “Well, it’s your funeral.”Gates mumbled, while reshuffling the deck and mumbling obscenities under hisbreath.
Shadows ignored him and headed up to the mainfloor, and he listened hard. In spite of Gates being the world’s biggest wuss,he did have a point—if Gerard wasn’t finished, he wouldn’t want to be the oneto interrupt. Hearing nothing, he silently ascended the next flight of stairs,and headed to the door of the master bedroom.
He pressed his ear to the door and listenedhard—silence. He carefully turned the knob on the door and opened it justenough to peer in.
They were both asleep. Gerard was snuggled underthe bed sheets like an overgrown child. Frank was lying on top of thebedcovers, the welts on his back still bleeding slightly, and Gerard was clutchinghim like a human teddy bear. Bruises were blossoming on his cheek, along hisarms and across his chest.
Smiling with relief, Shadows closed the doorsilently and he headed back down to where Gates was waiting. He looked up whenhe saw Shadows enter, and he raised an eyebrow questioningly. “How’s the kid?”
“He’ll live,” Shadows replied as he sat down,“But if Gerard keeps this up, I’ll need to get him a new slave—again. He’s toorough, He’s already bloodied up his new bed sheets.”
“Dumbass.” Gates muttered as he dealt the cards.Shadows nodded in agreement, but he didn’t speak. He knew better that to feel sympathy for the slaves, compassion would lose him his job.
“Agreed.”

Notes

Told you some of them were weird............