Never Wanted This

WOW! Reviews!! Thank you all! I’m glad you like/hate Varga. LOL You’ll hate him more soon. I’m afraid I can’t keep Will from getting hurt... he’s gonna get a lot of hurt in this story. BUT I will put him together again by the end, promise. hankhanks again and please keep reviewing! Keeps me writing faster!

BIG BSDM warnings on this chappy.

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CHAPTER TWO:
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Somewhere between my tongue and cheek
I can feel the hands on me
Pulls me in so we are face to face
I don't wanna see it...
I don't wanna see.

Hold my head up, can't avert my eyes
Spotd rad rats on me,
I don't wanna see
Claw the ground up, get me out of this
Never wanted this - Never needed this!
--Stone Sour

Will spent the better part of four or five days in the coal cellar. The dark monotony was oppressive, but guards brought him food and drink regularly enough. Grimly, Will reflected that whenever Commandante Varga *did* decide to turn his attention back to him he would probably be fervently wishing that he were still locked up and ignored down here in the cellar. Unfortunately the long hours with nothing to do gave his mind plenty of time to conjure up many dark and horrible thoughts about his future which did nothing to ease his restless apprehension.

When the soldiers finally came and dragged him out, Will followed them with a growing sense of dread. He was taken into the Governor’s mansion, which by now had been done-over as Varga’s new dwelling. Not much had been changed really, but it burned Will to see the familiar surroundings littered with the Spanish Commandante’s personal effects and trophies. It was like the house had been raped... Will immediately wished he hadn’t thought that particular expression as it made his body heat start to rise again and sent the panicked little ants in his stomach dancing even harder.

The guards took Will to the bath room first and commanded him to wash and change into the garments laid out for him, and if he didn’t want to comply, they had orders to do it for him. With a biting glare, Will informed them he was perfectly capable of washing himself and left them outside the door.

The small room was lighted, but windowless, a fact which Will had never had cause to notice before although he had lived in this house for several months now. Despite what he had promised Varga, Will would try to escape if ever he got the chance. His departed mother had raised him to always be a man of his word, but in this instance he did not think that even she would fault him.

He did not hurry about getting washed up and lingered as long as he dared, until the guards started threatening him again from the other side of the door. With a sigh Will hesitantly put on the clothes Varga wanted him to wear. A pale, cream-colored shirt with an open chest and flowing sleeves and a light brown pair of breeches. There was nothing really very unusual about them except that the shirt was open a little too much and the breeches were a little too tight in certain places. Will resisted the urge to flush again. This was not going to do, he could not let Varga keep flustering him with all these little insignificant ploys. He had a feeling he was going to have to be strong if he was going to survive this situation he found himself in.

Straightening his shoulders he opened the door. His guards were impatient and muttered things at him under his breath, hurrying their charge along, up the stairs to the bedrooms.

Varga had taken up residence in Governor Swann’s chambers, and Will was slightly relieved by this. He did not want to have to face Varga in his and Elizabeth’s rooms... did not want to go through the cruel mockery that lay ahead in the bed where they had shared real love.

Varga was waiting for them and motioned Will in, gesturing for his guards to leave them and shut the door behind them.

Will stood uncertainly just inside the doorway where he had been left while Varga poured himself a glass of port.

“I must say, you English certainly know how to enjoy the fine things,” the officer commented as he savored the bouquet of the alcohol. “Well come in boy, didn’t anyone ever teach you it was rude to linger in doorways?”

Will moved forward into the room some more, but then stopped again. He was horribly uncomfortable and more afraid than he wanted to admit. Subconsciously he didn’t want to get too far into the room because he didn’t want to have to go near the Governor’s big bed, but he felt incredibly vulnerable just standing there and awaiting Varga’s attention.

Varga smiled and re-filled his glass. The boy’s discomfort and unease was easy to see, and he enjoyed it. Draping one arm around Will’s shoulders and holding his glass in the other, the Commandante led Will to the window, smirking slightly at the way Will’s body automatically tensed under even his casual touch.

Drawing aside the curtains Varga looked out at the panoramic view of Port Royal spread out beneath them. The fort was busily being rebuilt and the Spanish flag flew high and proud from every mast in the city.


Will felt his blood-pressure rising anew. These men were worse than pirates. At least pirates just attacked and then left. They took goods, not your homes. Will’s eyes fixed on the scaffold in the courtyard where Captain Jack Sparrow had nearly been hung almost half a year ago. Five corpses dangled from it, twisted and limp like rag-dolls hung out after a wash. With a start Will realized that that was no longer the only gallows in town. It seemed that every open space in Port Royal, from the market center to the public parks had been filled with hastily erected scaffolds, dangling their dead and detestable fruit out as if it were something to be proud of. The young blacksmith thought he was going to be ill again with the sheer rage that was now seething inside him.

“You see William, I’ve been busy these past few days. So I do hope you’ll forgive me for neglecting you so long.” Varga saw where Will’s eyes had fixed. “Ah, yes... we’ve had quite a lot of trouble with the local population. Full of troublemakers and malcontents who don’t seem to appreciate what the Spanish Crown has to offer them. But don’t worry, over the past few days since the gallows went up and the food is being strictly rationed things have been *very* quiet and peaceful.”

“The peace of the dead,” Will muttered darkly.

“Yes, it is a pity that itso oso often only the dead who know how to keep their tongue when it would better behoove them to remain silent,” Varga gave the younger man a pointed look. “But no matter. The people here will soon come to learn all that Spain wants for them...”

“It *seems* that she wants to burn their cities, sack their towns like common pirates, beat them, starve them and murder their people!” Will turned away from the window in anger.

Varga smiled as he pulled Will back around to face him, pulling the boy a little closer and looking down at him with an intense, unpleasant look on his face. “You forgot to mention rape them, William,” he said quietly.

The words had the desired effect and the color in Will’s cheeks rose despite himself. Will suddenly found that he was breathing faster and he couldn’t help it; his heart was pounding, demanding more oxygen as Varga held his face between his calloused hands. Varga let his hands slide down Will’ouldoulders to his waist, pulling the young man closer until they were touching.

“But then we don’t need to talk about that, do we? Because everything that happens up here is purely consensual, isn’t it? Varga held Will so they were face to face, smiling mockingly into the boy’s suddenly frightened but still smoldering dark eyes.

Will looked away and dropped his gaze.

“Look at me,” Varga’s command was soft but lethally firm. “nt ynt you to look at me when I look at you. You will not hide from me, do you understand?”

Gathering his strength Will turned his head back to meet Varga’s hungry glare.

“That’s better,” the officer murmured, sliding his hand up to the back of Will’s neck and pulling him forward before pressing their mouths together.

Will winced slightly and half-pulled back as Varga assaulted his mouth with hungry fervor. Varga simply tightened his hold on the boy’s n cru crushing forward harder and making the Commandante’s short, rough beard scratch Will’s lips and jaw.

After a moment Varga came up for air, but a scowl darkened his face. Quite unexpectedly he slapped Will hard, throwing the younger man sideways onto the bed they were standing beside.

Will gave a short cry of surprise. Varga shoved him, pushing him all the way onto the bed and straddling over him menacingly.

“Understand this William, I am not going to do all the work here, you meet me at least half way or I will make this hurt for you like you were in the deepest pit of hell.” With that warning Varga kissed him again, pushing his way inside Will’s mouth.

Hopelessly, Will realized what the older man wanted and reluctantly gave it to him, accepting the unwanted affections and returning the kiss in ki


Varga remained straddled over the boy’s hips, kissing him so hard that it seemed he wanted to suck all the breath of Wif Will’s body, cutting off his air and leaving the younger man gasping for air. Presently he seemed to tire of this however and swung off. “Take your clothes off. Now.” He commanded roughly, a fevered glint in his dark, lust-hardened eyes.

Will sat up a little unsteadily. His hands felt frozen with repulsion, anger and fear and he fumbled slightly with his shirt. He didn’t want to do this. God! He didn’t want to do this. He had never not wanted to do something so much in his whole life!

“Do it or I’ll do it for you.” Varga was impatient and pulled Will’s shirt roughly down off his shoulders. Trapping the younger m wri wrists against the bed in the tangled cuffs of the shirt, Varga suddenly leaned forward and kissed Will’s neck, lightly teasing the soft flesh with his teeth and working his way down the boy’s shoulder until his hot breath fell against Will’s chest.

Will squirmed without meaning to when Varga latched on to one of his nipples, teasing the flesh to a hard point.

“You see? You like it. You know you do. You want this as much ado, do, justjust don’t want to admit it.” Pulling back, Varga released Will’s shirt, motioning impatiently for the boy to continue undressing.

Somehow Will did, although with Varga watching his every move like a vulture waiting to devour him it was a painful and humiliating experience.

“Now lay down,” Varga told him and Will had no choice but to obey. Varga didn’te ate at once, but let Will lay there for a few minutes, just looking and enjoying the subtle curves of his body and the way his exposed state made Will even more uncomfortable.

Varga leaned back a little, enjoying the power and control he had in this situation. This was why he liked a willing victim. Or at least, an unwilling one who had no choice but to obey him. He smirked slightly. “Spread your legs.”

Will closed his eyes and cursed silently. Varga was playing with him and he knew it. Worse, it was working. His heart was in his throat and his skin felt clammy... and Varga hadn’t even touched him yet.

“William...” the word was a threat and clenching his teeth, Will obeyed, opening his legs a little. Damn but he felt so vulnerable he wanted to throw up.

There was a change of pressure on the bed and Will opened his eyes. Varga had gotten up and gone to pour himself another drink. “Don’t move William,” he said without turning arous hes he corked the bottle.

Mentally cursing Varga down one side of hell and up the other, Will did as he was told. Presently Varga returned to the bed, drinking his port and watching the naked young man on top of the sheets as if he were some kind of free show.

“Want some?” he offered Will his glass.

Will hesitated to accept but when Varga put the glass to his lips he went ahead and drank. Varga obviously wanted him to and it certainly couldn’t hurt anything at this point. Honestly, Will would not have minded getting dead drunk right about now, if only that meant he didn’t have to think, didn’t have to feel what was happening.

Varga leaned over and kissed Will again, savoring the taste of the alcohol on the boy’s lips and tongue. Will felt the almost mockingly gentle caresses melt into the heat of the drink he had just taken as Varga’s hand trailed down his chest to explore the flat planes of muscle across his abdomen. Will felt a strange stirring of arousal that he could not deny, no matter how much he wanted to. Forcing himself to breath slowly and deeply, he tried to rid himself of the unwanted feelings.

“Admit it William,” Varga whispered in the younger man’s ear. “You find all this exciting... you’re enjoying it. You want this.”

Will shook his head mutely. No. He would never admit that. It would never be true. He did not want this. He was terrified, not excit


“Your body tells me otherwise,” Varga glanced smugly at Will’s hardening arousal. “So maybe you don’t actually know what you want.”

Varga’s hands slid down and closed around a very sensitive place, stroking Will with callused, but experienced moves.

Will twisted and squirmed slightly, unable to deny his body’s reaction this time as Varga expertly brought him quickly up to full arousal. He felt maddeningly helpless, and yet at the same time it was confusingly arousing as Varga’s ministrations began to make his body burn with need.

Suddenly the fondling stopped and Will had to stubbornly resist the part of him that was disappointed. What sick madness was that? He didn’t WANT Varga to be touching him like that for goodness sakes! He didn’t care how good it could be made to feel, it was disgusting. It was disgusting and it was a betrayal of the trust between he and Elizabeth that was close to breaking Will’s heart.

Now Varga disrobed, freeing his own hard arousal and kneeling over Will’s prostrate form once more. Leaning down to kiss Will again, he stroked his own length against Will’s, creating a sizzling heat between them that took Will’s breath away.

Will shifted a little, trying to bring himself under control and cut down his response, but there was no where he could go to escape from Varga’s probing hands, probing mouth, probing...

Varga ran his thumb teasingly over the head of Will’s erection, making the boy shudder under him and eliciting a soft half-groan. The unwanted, undesired friction was making Will nearly delirious with hated pleasure. He couldn’t help his reactions and found himself thrusting up against his tormentor’s hands, seeking release for the heady feelings being forced upon him.

Varga laughed as Will moved under him, returning his kisses and thrusting up against him like the eagerest of whores. Suddenly Varga held Will’s hips down, not letting him move anymore, nor touching him.

Will squirmed in earnest then, his body burning from having been pushed to the edge and then denied release. He cursed himself, cursed himself hard. What in the world was his problem?! Here he was nearly in tears because Varga had stopped touching him. GOD what was wrong with him? Wasn’t he stronger than this?

Varga just smiled at the flushed, panting, confused young face under him. Like this Will looked so much younger than his true age. He could see the self-condemning confusion in the boy’s widely dilated eyes and that pleased him. Who knew? If he played his cards right and gave the the the right kind of training, Will might actually come to believe he cared for him after a fashion.

“You like it William?” he asked slightly tauntingly, a little breathless himself. “Id yod you you would. BUT... you are here for my pleasure, not yours. Yours is incidental, and only to be given at my wish and if I think you’ve earned it. Understand? All right then. We have things to do...” he smiled. The boy looked so damn innocent. This was going to be fun. “Do you want it on your front, or your back?” he inquired with a smutty grin.

Will didn’t understand so he didn’t answer. He was still trying to get his body and his breathing under control again.

“Well?” Varga’s voice turned dark and his grip on William’s hips tightened, his fingers digging painfully into the soft flesh there. “Front or back? I’m being nice to let you choose you know.”

“Front or...? I-I don’t understand,” Will shook his head, too flustered by now to be very embarrassed that he couldn’t figure out what Varga was talking about.

Varga laughed hard then. “Bless you boy you are an innocent son of a bitch! Have you no idea what it means to lie with a man?”

Will was truly disconcerted and angry now and he gave his head a small shake. No, his whole attention and thoughts in his life had been towards women... Elizabeth in particular. He had never given much attention to considering what went into intimate relations with another male. He knew there were such things done of course, but it had never particularly crossed his path or his thoughts before. He realized with a sickening jolt that there was something Vargntednted from him that he didn’t even know. That was frightening.

“No, you’ve no idea,” Varga couldn’t contain his wonder or his twisted delight. This was going to be more fun than he thought. “Almost like having a virgin,” he chuckled to himself. “But you ain’t no virgin, are you boy? You’re a married man, so I’m assuming not. But it’ll be your first time with a man, and that’s something.” Varga’s amusement was grating and unpleasant. “You’ll get the ide we we go along.”

Sliding to the edge of the bed, Various dipped his fingers in a little jar of oil that he had left on his nightstand before coming back over. “Right, we’ll do it on your back then, I want to see your face when I take you.”

The words made Will’s flesh crawl although he still didn’t really understand.

“Spread your legs again for me then,” Varga said much too cheerfully. “No, wider boy, a lot wider than that.”

Flushing hard and no longer even caring, Will complied only hesitantly, and in the end Varga just grabbed the boy’s knees and pulled his legs to where he wanted them.

“All right William, now don’t struggle and this won’t hurt as much. Because if you *do* struggle, I’m going to do you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.” With that unceremonious introduction, Varga forced a finger inside Will’s body.

Will jerked in shock at the intimate and disgusting invasion and tried to pull back, but Varga kneed him sharply in the groin, half-kneeling on him and holding him down. “Now William, what did I just tell you? Lie still or I’ll make you wish you had!”

“Let me up,” Will panted, fear mounting inside him as he began to figure things out. He struggled against the hands and the weight of the body holding him down. “I don’t want to do this, I don’t!” His word were painted with anger, but Varga could hear the terror underneath.

“That’s too bad boy because you don’t get a choice,” Varga kneeled down on him harder, making Will gasp in pain as he forced a second finger in before Will’s body was adequately stretched and prepared for it. “Now you promised to obey me in all things, and you’re not holding up to your word. So we can do this one of two ways. Er yor you make me tie you down and force myself on you, in which case I dee deem that you need to learn a serious lesion in submission that can best be taught by loaning you out to my men to take at their pleasure down in the guardhouse for a while, or you submit to me on your own and show me that no lesson is necessary and then I’m the only man you have to worry about pleasing. Neither will save you from the licking you have coming when we’re done for fighting me, but I would suggest you consider carefully. My men can be vicious in their sport and if you’ve ever seen a pack of wild dogs get onto some downed critter, you’ll get the picture.”

Will felt a sense of hopeless despair spear through him like a knife, cutting out his heart and soul. He was trapped here, what choice did he have? He wanted to fight, wanted to defy Varga simply because he hated him and hated the idea of being a willing party to his own rape, but at the same time if this had to be anyway it was better to keep it private, between he and Varga, ant bet become passed around like a barracks whore.

With a crushing sense of shame, Will forced himself to relax and stop struggling.

Varga smiled. “Good lad. We’ll see if we can’t make this worth your while.”

Will inhaled sharply when Varga continued to stretch him demandingly. It hurt quite a bit, but there was something strangely erotic about it that he didn’t want to admit either. Then suddenly the probing fingers found some place that sent an electric jolt all the way up Will’s spine. Varga saw it in Will’s eyes and smiled, working his fingers over that spot again anain ain and making the boy’s eyes glaze and his stomach muscles tighten helplessly.

“See? Not so bad is it?” Varga mocked. His own desires and needs were becoming hard to resist, so he knelt closer, hooking Will’s knees over his shoulders and leaning forward so that his body’s weight and position opened Will up a little farther. It was still not quite big enough for him but it would have to do, he could wait no longer.

Will felt a jittery stab of panic as he felt something hard, blunt and hot come to rest against his throbbing flesh. However, trapped as he was under Varga, he couldn’t have moved if he had wanted to. And he did want to. Desperately.

Varga nudged himself into the opening slowly, but Will gasped at the unfamiliar intrusion anyway as he was stretched painfully wide. It hurt, it hurt like hell as Varga slowly thrust into him, sliding forward inch by excruciating inch... but if it hurt so bad why was his body responding so readily? His erecting was going hard again and he felt the heat building in his groin. By the time Varga reached the midway point and paused to rub himself against Will’s most sensitive area, the pain had inexplicably morphed into an intense kind of heady pleasure. Oh it still hurt, but somehow the pleasure was mingling with and enhanced by the pain and it was growing stronger. Much stronger than Will liked or could stand. He desperately wished it would just hurt and stay at that. Pain he could deal with. Pain he could live with... he was not sure he could live with this... this twisted response that Varga extracted from him against his will, turning his own body into a traitor.

Will shifted and groaned softly without meaning too. God he wanted out of this! And yet he could already feel his traitorous body beginning to for for more, beginning to crave feeling that hot, probing length ever more deeply inside him. He hated this, hated it!

Varga felt Will’s unwanted but unstoppable trembling anticipation as the boy lightly thrust himself down a little harder against his captor’s invading length. He smiled and caught Will’s hands up by his head, giving a little rougher push into the boy’s body before pulling out a little and pushing back in, intentionally working the boy’s sensitive area.

Will gasped and twisted, responding to the touch just as Varga wanted, so the Spaniard did it again. By the powers, just looking at Will under him, his body covered with a thin sheen of sweat and his face flushed and filled with a strangely arousing mix of pain, fear, hate and desire was almost enough to undo him. He needed to move this along a bit faster.

“I had it in mind to take it easy on you Will, since it’s your first time, but I want you. I want you now, I want you hard. I want to feel you break open upon me and hear you beg me to stop until you beg me to go on... I want to feel your deepest parts... and I think it’s what you want to, isn’t it?”

Will could do nothing but shudder and sob somewhat desperately for air. He couldn’t deny that his body did seem to want that, although Varga’s words terrified and enraged him anew.

Suddenly Varga thrust completely into him in one, swift move. Will stifled a scream at the searing flash of pain, but Varga didn’t give him time to recover. Grabbing the boy’s hips he pulled him closer, burying himself inside Wills’ body as far as he could go and rocking forward to drive even deeper.

Will’s body spasmed at the rough invasion, tightening around Varga and driving the older man nearly mad with desire. Holding Will’s hips roughly against the bed, Varga pulled himself out nearly all the way, only to thrust back in as deep as he could go again.

Will twisted and squirmed on the sheets, whimpering in pain without meaning to. Bright flashes of light exploded across his closed eyelids as his world was consumed with one constant, driving agony. He bucked and writhed against his tormentor, but Varga didn’t comment because it would hardly be possible for the boy to do anything else at this point, he knew how hard he was driving him.

Varga held Will down with the strength of a man possessed, riding him roughly and without mercy.

Will curled upward, away from the bed, held down only by Varga’s punishing hands on his wrists. “Stop... please, oh god please stop!” Will begged shamelessly. He was wrong. He couldn’t take the pain, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before and it was tearing him apart.

“When *I* want to, not when you want to boy,” Varga ground out, his breath coming short and fast as he thrust repeatedly into Will’s body.

Will didn’t know when the change occurred, but one moment he was sobbing in pain and the next it was shuddering courses of sheer erotic pleasure in with and coupled with the pain that were shaking through his body as it suddenly seemed to accept and become used to the painful intruder within. Varga’s strong stomach muscles pressed down, moving hard against Will’s erection which was trapped between their straining bodies. Will still didn’t know which was worse, the pleasure, or the pain. Yet the two had become inexorably intertwined and all he could do was endure.

“Look at me!” the sharp command was fierce and Will snapped his eyes open, not having realized they were still closed. He found himself staring up into Varga’s face as the man shifted and started thrusting even faster.

Varga could see in Will’s eyes that his body was no longer fighting it. He could tell in the way Will curled up helplessly against him, clinging to his arms and leaving Varga’s hands free to hold the boy’s hips once more, which in turn let him go even faster.

Will felt so damn weak he hated himself, but he was unable to do anything but grip Varga’s upper arms tightly, convulsively, as his body was driven mad by the hard man claiming and dominating it.

Will’s whole world seemed to focus down into that moment, the movement, the feelings, each breath... he had never felt anything quite like it. He had of course had sex before, with Elizabeth after they were married, but that was very different. It had been a mutual giving, a tendeovinoving and exciting experience. Here he was simply being used and he knew it. Varga didn’t care if he hurt him, hell he seemed to *want* to hurt him and that kind of domineering was both hateful and yet horribly arousing in a dark kind of way.

Will had no control, not even over his own body as it bucked and thrust to meet the rhythm that Varga set.

Suddenly, inexplicably, Varga stopped moving and held them both very stillill ill struggled, straining against being cut off again when he was already far past the point of safe return. It took an incredible amount of will power on Varga’s part as well, but the devastated look on Will’s face was worth it.

“What’s the matter William?” he gasped somewhat thickly. “I stopped, isn’t that what you wanted?” He gave a small, firm move inside Will that made the boy’s body arch with pleasure, but then was still again. “Isn’t it?” he let his hand brush over the boy’s hard, swollen member.

Tears squeezed out between Will’s eyes as Varga taunted him lightly with gentle finger touches along the length of his arousal, moving only ever so slightly inside him. This was torture and his strained body couldn’t take it. “No...” he murmured, although he hadn’t meant to speak at all.

“I didn’t think so...” Varga smiled, giving a sudden hard thrust that made Will moan sharply, but then being still again. He pinned Will’s wrister her his head again so that the boy was completely helpless under him and unable to move or feel anything unless Varga permitted it. “What do you want Will?”

He saw the struggle in Will’s glazed eyes and smiled. “You have to say it Will... I’m not going to give it to you otherwise. You want it you have to ask for it, or else I can end this now...” that was a lie. Varga couldn’t walk away now anymore than Will could, but he wanted the boy’s complete submission. He wanted Will to know that he had *asked* t tak taken. “What do you want?”

“I-I want more...” Will murmured, horribly confused and ashamed of what was coming out of his own mouth. God, Varga had said he would stop, why in hell was he asking him to go on? Because somehow he couldn’t help himself, somehow his body was desperate to this time find release for the emotions Varga had been taunting him with.

“More *what* William?” Varga gave an excruciatingly slow thrust. He was nearly going mad himself, but Will’s reactions were worth the enforced self control.

“More... this... I don’t want you to stop...” Will sobbed helplessly as Varga thrust into him again and dragged himself out so slowly that it kept Will at near peak, tottering on the brink but unable to climax without Varga’s consent.

“What *do* you want me to do?” Varga pressed again, continuing his frightfully slow, maddening movements.

“I... I...” Will squirmed hard on the bed, trying to find some friction against his captor, but Varga knew what he was doing. Will would only find release through him, and through complete and utter humiliating submission. Will hated him. Hated him more than he’d ever hated anyone in his life. He wanted to see Varga rot in the deepest pit of hell for all eternity. No, eternity wasn’t long enough.

The slow, teasing movement inside him shifted slightly and came from a new angle. Another sob broke through Will’s lips.

“You what?” Varga had him where he wanted him and was not going to let him out of this e


“I want you to take me,” Will moaned softly, utter shame coloring his words.

“To what?” Varga smiled evilly.

“To take me damn it!” Will snapped, gasping and squirming against the mockingly gentle caresses that were driving him mad. “Finish this, please!” his tone turned pleading. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“And what do you want to feel?” Varga was thrusting a little harder now, not much, but a little. Will’s body responded eagerly, curling upward and moaning between his teeth.

“You,” Will murmured helplessly between gasped breaths. “I want to feel you inside me. Please, stop torturing me, take me damn it isn’t that what you want?!”

Varga grinned. “No little one, it’s what *you* want, and because you asked me to, I will.”

Will convulsed upward as Varga suddenly picked up a hard, steady thrusting again. Varga kept his hands pinned above him so that Will couldn’t move as Varga drove him to completion.

Will came first, his pent-up arousal finally finding release, shaking and tensing at the supreme over-stimulation as Varga continued to thrust inside him while he climaxed. Varga looked down into those chocolate brown eyes locked on his as they widened and glazed further, lost in the throws of passion and let his breath out sharply as he too found his peak, spilling his seed into the boy’s body.

Will’s face was burning. His body was burning. Shame, disgust and utter self-contempt flooded his being as he felt Varga heat his insides with his passion.

Varga relaxed down onto Will then and they just lay there a few moments, both of them breathing hard; sweaty, trembling bodies attesting to the rough games they had just played.

The burning need that had griped Will a few moments ago was gone and an equally deep sense of despair and loathind ald already replaced it. Oh God, what had he just done? Why had he behaved that way? Why did his faithless body even now feel as if it craved another touch from Varga’s rough hands... desiring again the spastic pleasure that it had experienced moments before. Will hated Varga, but he almost hated himself more.

After a few moments Varga pulled himself roughly out of the boy’s body without preamble or warning, smiling when the abrupt movement made the other man inhale sharply. Varga ran a hot, moist hand down Will’s cheek and laughed at the bitter hatred in the boy’s eyes.

“You’ll be a little sore for awhile I should think,” he remarked. “But remember that you *asked* me foat Wat William. It was your choice and you made it.”

Will just lay there, his breathing still ragged. He felt more used and worthless than he ever had his whole life and that was saying something because he had been made to feel insignificant and without value many times growing up as an orphan. His attention snapped back to the present when he felt Varga gripping his wrist and pulling him towards the edge of the bed a little.

“Now we have that little matter of your punishment to settle,” Varga’s grin was wicked as sat on the edge of the bed and picked up his thick leather belt from the pile of clothes he had discarded by the bed earlier. “Come on, over my knees.”

Will pulled back, shaking his head in silent protest. He winced, beginning to feel what Varga had meant about him feeling sore. It was a strange, unsettling ache he was not used to that pulled painfully when he moved. Hadn’t he been humiliated enough? He didn’t want to be put over Varga’s knees and strapped like a disobedient child. Even Master Brown had stopped doing that by the time he was sixteen.

“You’re not making this any easier on yourself William,” Varga warned. “You make me come and get you and it’ll be three times worse than otherwise, I can promise you that.”

Will sighed. He had already given Varga the deepest, most tearing kind of submission possible. What did a little more matter now? Wishing he could die, Will crawled hesitantly over and allowed Varga to pull him over his knees, tilting the boy’s backside up in the air a little as held Will’s wrists together with one hand, pressing them down against the small of the young man’s back.

“Now this *will* be hurt for quite a while,” Varga said as he settled Will into a comfortable hold across his lap. “I’ll warn you now, I don’t intend to go easy on you. You’ve got to learn your place and learn it right up front.”

Varga drew back his arm and gave Will a sharp crack with the belt. Will closed his eyes and let his face press into the bedspread. His place... it seemed his whole life people had been trying to teach him his place. That usually involved pain, either emotional or physical.

The strap came down across his backside again, drawing a burning line of fire across the pale skin. In this at least he had had practice before. Master Brown was not a violent man by nature, but in his younger days when he got a full bottle of drink in him he had terrorized his young apprentice’s life. No one knew. No one knew why Will always wore long sleeved shirts to hide the bruises. No one knew the drunken rages that gripped the elder blacksmith, causing him to hold the boy down against the work table and beat him until he bled and screamed. When he sobered up he was always sorry, but it never changed anything, and no one else ever knew. No one knew why Will practiced with his beloved swords for hours every day until he was able to defend himself from anything... including his Master. When he finally became good enough to keep out of Brown’s clutches when the rages were on him life had become considerably more tolerable and he and his Master had settled down into a more peaceful relationship as drink slowly robbed the elder man of his mind, leaving Will to run things more and more until it was practically his shop, although credit was always given to his master.

Will turned his head, pressing his other hot cheek against the sheets as the pain of the beating continued to build.

Varga grinned sardonically, enjoying watching the red stripes begin to color and flush the boy’s pale flesh. He found it very exciting to feel the boy squirm in his lap and dropped down to let the strap work across Will’s thighs. Pushing his knee up a little into Will’s groin, he shifted him up to a new angle, exposing new flesh to redden.

Will bit his lower lip hard. He had forgotten how much this could hurt. And yet following on the heels of what had just happened, with Varga’s knee pressed up into his groin and each stroke pushing him forward, rubbing his trapped member against tan’san’s hairy leg, there was a strange, sensuous undertone to the spanking that *was* unfamiliar. Damn! Did his body have to respond every time Varga touched him? No matter how painfully or humiliatingly?

Varga felt a gleam of satisfaction as he felt the boy beginning to stiffen against him, even as the harsh strapping started to make Will’s breath hitch dangerously. He kneat hat he was doing and pushed Will up a little more, carefully trapping him so that every blow to his backside thrust his hips forward against Varga’s body.

Will held his breath, counting backward to ten, then let it out quickly, grabbed another one in, and counted backward again. It was a technique he had learned early on in life. He was determined to be strong this time, and not let Varga make him show his pain.

Varga however, had no intention of stopping until Will lost control. The beating would do no good otherwise in his mind. Just how bad it got depended on Will and how stubborn he wanted to be.

Will’s backside was flushed a deep rose from his low back to his knees, so Varga pushed his legs apart a little, letting the blows fall on his tender and yet untouched inner-thighs as well.

Will bit back a scream. His breath caught and choked in his throat and tears squeezed out between his clenched eyelids, but he remained silent. God it hurt. And just as bad was the burning that had started up again in his groin.

Varga was amused and a little surprised. The boy had a higher pain tolerance that he would have given him credir. r. Most people would have been crying out long before now. “You really are a masochist at heart, aren’t you boy? You really do like my hand raised in a fist just as much as in a caress... You enjoy this you little slut!” he laughed as he felt Will beginning to lightly thrust himself forward against his leg in rhythm with the beating.

“Well enjoy it while you can because you’ll be feeling it for a long time yet. And every time you do I want you to remember who owns you.”

Will gave a small cry as Varga stopped moving the blows around and focused painfully on the broad part of the younger man’s backside, striking him in the same place again and again. Will was beginning to struggle now, even his high pain threshold beginning to become surpassed.

“You never, *NEVER* fight me again, do you understand?” Varga demanded as Will began to struggle with him in earnest, no longer able to take the beating in silence. “Because if you do I won’t go this easy on you again. Do you understand?”

Will buried his face in the sheets, trying to muffle his painful sobs without success. If this was easy he did not want to see what Varga considered hard. “Yes, I understand,” Will murmured into the bed around his choking cries.

“And you won’t do it again?” Varga questioned sternly, his hands tightening on Will’s wrists and grinding down against his back to hold the now viciously struggling boy still.

Will gave a small scream he couldn’t help. Once started he couldn’t stop, sobbing with the pain. “No, I-I won’t, I promise. Please stop!”

“No boy, no,” Varga shook his head with a cruel smile. “You still have to be punished. Up to know it’s just been lesson time, punishment can’t start until you’ve seen you were wrong.”

Sobbing and squirming helplessly, Will could do nothing but cry out as Varga continued to beat him mercilessly for quite a bit longer. When Varga finally felt that Will had truly been broken enough to understand that he did not ever want to cross Varga ever again on even the smallest matter, the man finally stopped.

To Varga’s amusement, Will was still thrusting against his leg when he stopped and it took the young man a moment to realize it before he forced himself to stop, the familiar sting of shame settling on his abused heart and body.

Varga didn’t let him up right away, but ran his hand over the boy’s flaming, welted buttocks, sliding down between his legs and enjoying the feel of Will’s body shuddering helplessly under his touch. Then he rolled Will over and back onto the bed in one swift movement, straddling over him again as he had before.

Will winced ananedaned as his hurting backside was pressed into the bed. Will’s face was flushed almost as deeply as his buttocks and wet with tears and perspiration. Varga found that highly attractive, as he did the way Will was still trembling under him.

Will’s erection was hard and tight again and Varga eyed it in amusement. “When you punish a child, you make them correct the actions they were punished for...” his hands slid down to tease the heated flesh, making Will buck up into his hands again. “So I’ll give you a chance to do it right, without fighting me...” he laughed. “We’ll try it on your front this time, hm? Give that pretty racksackside of yours a bit of a break.”

Will didn’t fight as Varga rolled him over onto his stomach and made him pull his knees up so he was half kneeling, half laying on the bed with his forehead resting on his arms.

Varga’s hands explored Will’s injured flesh with slow, deliberate movements as he slid behind him. There was less teasing this time, less foreplay. Varga was already ready and simply wanted to be inside Will’s hot, tight body again. Holding Will’s hips and sliding his fingers forward to circle the boy’s erection he pushed himself inside.

Will squirmed but didn’t fight, despite how his injured skin outside and inside screamed at the harsh, demanding movements. He didn’t dare risk fighting again, by now he knew that Varga would keep all his threats and Will could not take anymore pain.

Varga grinned as the trembling boy submitted to him, holding still when he would obviously rather try to get away. This was going well. Will was learning fast. He rode Will demandingly, more concerned with his own pleasure than the boy’s this time. But he kept his finger circled around the younger man’s cock, so that every thrust he put forward rocked Will through them.

Will cried quietly into the sheets as Varga brought him back to that unwanted place of pleasure and pain, too broken down to even feel angry anymore. Will had no control, no honor, nothing left to fight for. All he could do sim simply shake in his captor’s arms as Varga’s thrusting made his hateful body respond eagerly again.

“You’re good at this William,” Varga murmured as the boy began to respond, thrusting back against him and trying to push faster against the hands at his groin. “You excite me in a way I haven’t felt in years...” he buried his face in the boy’s neck, laying across his back as he continued to ride him. “I havingsings I have to do... but they can wait. To hell with all of them. I’m not leaving until I have had you at least a dozen times... and still I shall be left wanting you. I don’t want to feel anything but you under me until I’ve spent everything that’s in me, and everything in you.” He laughed. “Oh William, I shall fill empty you out and fill you up at the same time...” he murmured. “Empty you of all your seed and fill you so full of mine that you don’t know where I end and you begin... Tell me you want that too.” It was a command, not a request.

Will shuddered, filled with the hopeless, helplessness of his situation.

“Tell me...” Varga hissed, his hands digging painfully into the welts on the inside of Will’s thighs.

Will cried out in muffled pain. “I-I want it too,” he murmured. He didn’t mean it, not a word of it, but that didn’t matter.

“I knew you did...” Varga murmured with a malicious grin, picking up his pace and enjoying the feel of Will’s body’s reaction. “You and I have a lot of future together William... I’ll make you my whore, and you’ll enjoy it, won’t you? Who do you belong to boy?”

“You,” Will choked softly as he felt himself rising up to the edge again, his hurting, torn body finding solace in the building tide of pleasure that at least for a few moments promised to override all his pain... even if he hated them both.

“That’s right boy...” Varga hissed, his own pleasure rising. “That’s right. And don’t you ever forget it.”


TBC…