Pain

“You can’t have him, I want him and I get what I want, you won’t ever have him. He’s too good for scum like you. You are the filth that the 5 families were made to destroy. You are worthless, and I’m just doing my part not that I'm not enjoying this you’re a great fuck toy even if you aren’t worth much else---“

Chase looked up noticing that his prisoner had gone silent and saw that Caleb had passed out. Chase’s face twisted into an ugly grin, “Couldn’t take it huh?” He took a few steps back from Caleb to admire the destruction he had caused, the latter’s body was so mangled and bruised, blood and dirt covering every inch of skin. Chase looked down at himself and noticed he too was rather dirty, “Can’t have that now can we,” he mused. His eyes became a stretch of black and suddenly he was immaculate once again.

“Now...What to do with you?” He mockingly questioned Caleb. “Can’t have you dyeing, and besides toys that fight back are that much more fun to break.” For the second time in the span of only seconds Chase’s eyes darkened. He healed only the broken bones all the other injuries he left open and throbbing. With a wave of his hand, Chase also removed some of the blood and dirt from Caleb’s face and mouth leaving the rest off his body in its state of disarray. Finally some boxers were put on the unconscious teen, and then with another blink of his eye Caleb was forced awake and turned around.

Chase smirked as he saw the wince that filled the bound boy’s face when the pain his body was in slowly registered with his mind. Caleb let out a few quiet moans and his body slumped slightly down, his eyes looking at the floor, though they seemed to not see anything before him. For a second he hung there, limp and broken. But then, seeming as if to try and move past the haze of pain that was almost visible around him, Caleb straightened himself with noticeable effort. He brought his eyes up to meet Chase’s who was laughingly watching his progress from across the room.

“What the hell do you want now?” Caleb asked, the words angry but the eyes were cold and emotionless. He hadn’t quite given up but there was a definite dent in the golden boy’s armor.

“Oh now, now why the anger?” Chase mocked, “Don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy that as much as I did! I was here remember?“

At that Caleb scoffed, “how could I forget?”

“Mmm...” Chase responded, “I AM unforgettable aren’t I... but still the anger you are projecting. I can’t think of a reason. You weren’t quiiiiite this angry when you were pressing back up against me; all that moaning and begging for more. “

“Liar!” Caleb flushed angrily at Chase’s words.

“Oh am I? Perhaps you want to see the play by play; I could you know with a wave of my hand we could watch the whole thing over in wide screen high def.” Chase relished the embarrassment he saw on the younger boy’s features, ohh this was going better then he could have imagined.

“You wouldn’t.” Caleb choked out.

“Oh wouldn’t I?” Chase laughed out loud, “You really want to wager on what I would or wouldn’t do?”
“Please,” Caleb said quietly “don’t, don’t do that.”

“What not man enough to bear it? Well obviously not you’re begging; lucky for you I prefer live action to instant replay. Or maybe it’s not so lucky for you...” At those words, Caleb physically tried to shrink back into the wall, as his body moved he let out a pained groan, his still injured body protesting at the movement. He of course did not accomplish much from his struggles, other than reawakening the throbbing pain of all the bruises, cuts and tares.

“Come on Caleb, you’re not stupid; you know you can’t get anywhere, and you won’t be able to get me to focus on you so called ‘escape attempts’ instead of you.” Chase walked up to Caleb and ran his hand down one of the many cuts on the man’s chest. As soon as the finger touched him, Caleb violently flinched back.

“Oh, afraid are we,” Chase continued moving his fingers, tracing the many networks of red on the expanse of skin in front of him. “Not too afraid to enjoy this I hope.” He added in a fake worrying tone.

Caleb turned his head to the side, and said in a mostly steady voice which was broken by quavers here and there ruining the illusion of stability, “I'm not afraid off you Chase, and I certainly don’t enjoy you... you monster.” In response, Chase closed in completely on Caleb, his body pressed right up against the bound body.

“You were made to be a fuck toy,” he hissed in Caleb’s ear. “Your body, your lips, a perfect whore, and all good whores enjoy their masters. You said you’d be my slave remember.” He licked the ear and down the neck, and then moved back up and kissed the lips in front of him. Slowly he moved his body up and down, just slightly grinding into Caleb’s still sensitive body. He was pleased to hear the small stifled cries of pain at the pressure.

“I could make you enjoy it you know, if I really wanted too, but I’d rather this way.” He punctuated the words by increasing the pressure of his body on Caleb’s; and was delighted to hear the whimpers of pain again, this time though with the smallest hint of pleasure mixed in.

“Just give in,” He whispered to Caleb, whose face was contorted with both anger, which Chase suspected was both aimed at him and at Caleb himself, and pain. “Maybe if you were stronger,” Chase continued, “You wouldn’t want this at all; but admit it golden boy you’re weak, you crave this.” Steadily Chase increased his pressure on Caleb, simultaneously increasing the speed in which he was grinding into the other man as well. “Succumb to it,” Chase breathed across Caleb’s face, “break for me.”

Caleb remained silent, merely shifting his eyes back to meet Chase’s. Chase saw the blatant defiance and refusal they projected. “Fine,” Chase replied with a dangerous quiet, “If you won’t break for me- I’ll break you for myself.” Tapping into his power, he used it to make Caleb’s hips thrust back up to meet his as he ground into him. Then with another burst of magic, Caleb was moving up and down against him. Chase groaned at the increased contact, “Wow Caleb, you’ve really been holding out on me.” Caleb opened his mouth respond but before he could another burst of power flowed through him and instead he moaned loudly.

Chase grinned, “and so eager now! I told you you’d make a good little whore.” Chase ran his hands down along Caleb’s back and brought him even closer; stroking up and down his back and eliciting more and more sounds from Caleb, sounds that he could no longer stifle. Chase had seen to that. “I'm in complete control of you,” he taunted, “anything I desire, I can make you do, hurt yourself, kill your friends, kill yourself- you can do nothing. You are powerless to fight and now whether you like it or not you are my slave.”

“You can’t control me,” Caleb ground out with visible effort as if every word was costing him dearly.

“Oh no?” the bound man’s back arched as another burst of power was sent through him, “I think you’ll find I can. How about a demonstration?” With those words Chase stopped moving and blackened his eyes, suddenly Caleb found himself moving once more against his will as his chains were loosened to allow movement. He tried to stop his body but it was like a leaf fighting the current of a river. Caleb found himself kissing Chase, and then slowly licking his way down the man’s chest. The he started to grind up against him but much more powerfully then what Chase had been making him do before. He was now moving his whole body up against Chase’s, from his hips to his chest and he was going up and down the entire length of Chase’s body-from the standing position down to almost Chase’s knees and back up again. Then after a few seconds, Chase froze him in a standing position and twisted Caleb’s face to face his.

“See, complete control.” As he pushed himself back up against Caleb, making the latter moan loudly. “The next time I come in here, I suggest you be a little more willing in your behavior or I will make you willing. The choice is yours but once I control you, it will probably be difficult to limit myself or be gentle, so I’d keep that in mind. I’m sure it would be easier for you to blame your actions on me, but what is worth more to you? Your pride? Or your body’s well being?”

With one last smirk, he rebound Caleb, dropped his control and willed himself once again out of the small room.