Never Wanted This

Yay! People are actually still reading this! Cool!

Um, I’m afraid I can’t e-mail people all the time to let them know I updated anymore, school and three jobs are just keeping me too busy, I’m really sorry, but it’s hard just getting the chapters done.

Okay, I feel the need for another disclaimer before this chapter.
This is fantasy, pure and simple, I don’t know that a lot of the things I describe in here are actually physically possible, but I don’t care either, it’s fantasy, please don’t flame me for messing up details. Please? I’ll need therapy for weeks. Honest. (of course for writing stuff like this I probably need therapy anyway... but...)

Also, I must apologize to everyone who is asking me to be nice to Will... the story simply won’t let me. Do forgive me.

That said, off we go to more gratuitous violence, BSDM and Will abuse...
~EmmaElf


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CHAPTER SIX:
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Trip my light fantastic
Rub me in your wound
I'm not broken, I'm not plastic
I'm no whore...
Used against me - use me up again
--Stone Sour

The cool breeze ruffled Will’s hair. The grass was green and palm trees tossed in the tropical air. A picnic blanket was spread on the grass and Will was busy picking up the used dishes and putting them away. Varga had gone on a routine inspection tour of the Island and taken his young slave with him, along with his troop of soldiers. Halfway through the day the company had halted in this secluded spot to take food.

Still aching with unfulfilled emotions from the night before, Will found it hard to keep his mind on anything, much less following the rather mundane string of orders Varga was giving him to deliver to the cooks regarding his complaints about the afternoon lunch that had been packed to accompany them.

“William, you’re not listening to me,” Varga’s voice was amused when he tipped Will’s chin up.

“I’m sorry,” Will apologized quietly, trying to get his mind to focus on something other than the feel of Varga’s fingers on his skin. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. God, but he truly was becoming a whore. His body ached to be touched and his mind was obsessed with thoughts that disgusted him. He wanted to feel Varga’s hands on him, wanted him to caress him intimately... and for that Will would have liked to cis ois own head off.

Varga smiled at the distracted young man. He knew very well what was on Will’s mind. He had decided to supplement the boy’s punishment with healthy doses of aphrodisiacs hidden in Will’s food and drink. He probably had enough in him now to drive a man nearly mad with need, and still bound as he was... well he was surprised that Will hadn’t fallen down, begging to be taken a long time ago.

“Something’s bothering you William, what is it?” Varga stilled the boy’s cleaning-up motions, laying his hand on top of the slave’s.

Will froze, the touch on his hand like a live wire. What in the hell was wrong with him?

“William?” Varga’s voice was soft and seductively gentle. “What is it? Won’t you tell me?”

Will turned his eyes up slowly, hating to let Varga see what was there.

Varga smiled. “You need something Will...?”

Will tried to check his rapid breathing and nodded. “I-I need... I think...” he was confused but Varga’s dark, strong featured face and parted lips, now quite close to his, were inviting and irresistible in his drugged, pent-up state. Will leaned forward and kissed them because he could not seem to stand to do otherwise.

Will didn’t understand why he was doing this, why he was acting this way... why on earth was he initiating the contact that he so despised? He didn’t love this man, he didn’t even *like* him, his heart was with Elizabeth and always would be, and yet he could no longer deny the strong feelings pushing him onward. He was a traitor and an adulterer and that seemed to be all there was to it.

Will hated himself as he slid forward into Varga’s arms, kissing him passionately.

Varga smiled and responded in kind. It was arousing to have Will being the one coming on to him and he rather liked it.

Will pealed his shirt off without being asked and slid his hands inside Varga’s tunic, undoing the long row of buttons.

Varga laughed at the boy’s eagerness. “You sure you want to do this here William, like this?” he chuckled softly, devouring the boy’s lips as he glanced around at the soldiers milling around across the glen.

Will could not have stopped if he wanted to. Because, in fact, he *did* want to stop... or at least his mind did, but his body was over-ruling his mind and the whole situation confused him greatly. The drugs in his system were far too powerful and had been given in doses far larger than was safe.

“Yes...” Will murmured, sliding inside Varga’s tunic with him and lightly kissing up the side of the older man’s face. “I don’t care who’s watching, I-I need... this. I need... you.” The small whisper was loaded with shame, but breathless all the same. He pulled the small jar of oil that Varga forced him to carry out of his pocket.

Varga slid out of his tunic and undershirt and pulled Will close, running his hands over the boy’s body and laughing. “How can I refuse a plea like that?” he murmured. “And when you come so prepared...”

Will’s mind was a little hazy with the drugs he had unwittingly been ingesting and he didn’t quite remember how they both ended up with their breaches off, but the hot, intoxicating feel of Varga’s hard length rubbing against his burned into his memory quite vividly. Already only one or two steps from peaking, Will moaned softly as Varga chaffed against him, cupping Will’s head in one hand as he laid the boy down on the picnic blanket below them. Varga slid on top, straddling his eager lover and nudging his legs apart.

Some of the soldiers had seen what was going on and drifted closer, although keeping a somewhat discrete distance. Will and Varga barely noticed them.

Will’s body, well trained by this point, accepted Varga’s intrusion with only a little pain and soon they were moving together in rhythm.

“William...” Varga murmured. “Do you want me to be gentle, or do you want me to take you hard?”

Will was riding high on feelings that were nearly indescribable and rational, coherent thought was beyond him. “Whatever pleases you,” Will panted, wanting only for Varga to continue.

Varga smiled widely. “Now, *that* is the kind of attitude I like to hear.”

Will’s body was ing ing for release as Varga took him, but the cords he was tied with still denied him and tears came unbidden to his eyes. “Please...” he whispered, gripping Varga’s arms tightly as they moved together.

Varga knew very well what he wanted, and he had more than half a mind to give it to him, but he hesitated, a new thought coming to him. “And what will you do for me if I give you want you want?” he asked temptingly.

Will moaned and pushed himself down against Varga harder. What more could Varga possibly want from him? “Anything you ask.”

“Anything?” Varga smiled, not entirely pleasantly. “Very well then,” he pressed his lips against Will’s, and with one, swift motion pulled free the bindings that had been holding him captive.

Will cried out at the sudden freedom, climaxing nearly immediately. Varga however, was not finished and continued to ride Will firmly while the boy gasped through his long-awaited release. But the drugs in Will’s system made the young blacksmith extremely hyper-sensitive and he had barely finished one climax before Varga’s firm stroking inside him was bringing him back up for another. Will had never been this aroused and writhed helplessly in shameful ecstasy as Varga drove him through his first climax and right into a second.

“Oh God... Oh God...” was all Will could murmur, his mind blank and his body overriding everything. His lips parted in a silent scream and his eyes completely glazed as Varga walked him through the last climax, coming more or less at the same time.

Varga collapsed down onto Will and he could feel the younger man’s body trembling under him from fatigue... but also from need. Despite having already come twice, Will was ready again and after a few moments he started moving against Varga, trying to get the older man to take him again.

Varga however, had other ideas. Getting up he reached for a bottle of wine. Will followed him up, kissing the man’s neck and dropping his hands down to caress his thighs intimately. He didn’t care anymore if he were acting like a whore, after all that was what Varga had made him, why keep fighting it? Besides he couldn’t fight it, his body was far too drugged and ready for that.

Varga laughed; nearly spilling the wine and catching Will in a deep kiss before pulling back again. “God you’re an eager and inviting little slut when you want to be Will. Here, drink some of this.” Varga passed Will the bottle of wine. It was cruel, Varga supposed. The boy already had a massive overdose of aphrodisiacs in his system, giving him another heavy dose in his drink as he was doing now was going to make the boy’s body go positively mad, but Will was so damn attractive when he was flushed and needy and willing to do anything to get release. Besides... he’d make sure the boy could work it off.

Will took a long swig, but Varga shook his head. “No Will, go on, drink all of it.”

Will did as he was told, finishing the bottle off in several long draughts. The alcohol burned its way down his throat, mingling with the other drugs already in his system and increasing the burning in his body, the eminent desire to be touched... Sliding onto Varga’s lap he pressed himself against the elder man’s hard member, trying to entice him into another round of mind-bending ecstasy.

Varga grinned, letting himself be seduced to a certain point, but then stopping Will. Oh, he would have the boy again, but he had other plans first. “Ah ah, not yet Will,” Varga pushed the boy back a little. “We made a deal, you said you’d do anything I want.”

Will nodded, still trying to get close to Varga. He was acting drunk now, which in point of fact he was, drunk on wine and drunk on drugs. He no longer even had enough clear thinking to hate what he was doing. The drugs in his system made it feel so *right* that he couldn’t stop to think it was wrong. He couldn’t think at all in point of fact. “Anything...” Will slurred slightly in agreement.

Varga grinned. “Then you won’t mind entertaining my men for a while...” he gestured to the soldiers who had all been drawn by Will’s cries before and were watching the pair openly now. The soldiers seemed to like that suggestion, glancing at one another suggestively. Varga felt he would enjoy watching Will with someone else for a change.

Will didn’t like the sound of that, even dead drunk and drugged. That had been a threat for a long time and the thought scared him. “But... but I haven’t done anything wrong... to displease you...” he murmured, his fear obvious.

“No puppet, you haven’t displeased me,” Varga assured with a wry smile. “But you said anything I wanted, and it would please me to see you with my men... besides William, you have more need in you than just I can satisfy I think... it’s for your own good.”

Will still didn’t like it, but he could deny Varga nothing he asked him at this point. “All of them?” he whispered, his voice sounding small. There were well over a dozen men present.

“Of course all of them precious,” Varga laughed, laying a hand on Will’s shoulder encouragingly. “And then you shall have me again and I will make you forget any pain they have caused you...”

The soldiers found this turn of events very interesting and four or five of them were already opening their breaches.

Varga moved back a little, gesturing that they had carte blanche and could do as they liked with Will.

One quickly pulled Will onto his lap while another knelt over Will, encasing him between their bodies. Will squirmed slightly at the rough touch of the unfamiliar men, but his poor, confused body registered the thrill of their contact and he gave himself over to their caresses.

He squirmed and struggled to breathe between them as one went in him behind and the second latched onto his member with searing and experienced hands. A third man joined them, filling Will’s mouth with his length, so that Will was being touched on all angles. It was supremely disturbing and yet supremely arousing and Will came rather quickly, almost before the men inside him from in front and behind had finished. They laughed at how very ready he was as they all rotated positions, giving a new person access.

Varga smiled with twisted pleasure as he watched the guards take Will on the picnic blanket. Not all the men were particularly gentle and Will spent several long minutes squirming and crying under a few of the rougher ones. But the boy was so far gone into the haze Varga had put him in he still responded wantonly to their touch, even as they hurt him. Nearly everyone who had him made him come and Varga knew that that could only be the result of the drugs... he knew that under normal circumstances Will did not have that kind of stamina... no man did. And he should know, Varga thought smugly as he popped a grape in his mouth, watching as a large soldier with particularly massive gear took Will on his knees, making the boy cry out. He had intentionally drained Will dry more than once, making him come until he was unable to come anymore. However Varga had a feeling that would take a long time today.

And he was right. Each time Will’s body peaked it seemed to leave him only the more desperate and ready for the next time. The climaxes almost didn’t even seem to satisfy anymore as his over-drugged body searched for a higher level of excitement, a bigger rush. It was nearly an addiction now, and each moment it wasn’t being fed was a painful withdrawal. Dimly, some corner of Will’s mind was still aware enough to feel complete and utter devastation at his own actions, but it was small and could not cut through the haze surrounding him, drowning him.

The guards were rough, and left him hurting, feeling used, and totally unfulfilled. Then Varga came back to him when they were done, using those damnable knowing touches of his to bring Will quickly back into a state of desperate ecstasy. By now he knew exactly where to touch Will to get the most response, what Will liked, and what he didn’t... sometimes Will thought Varga knew his body better than he did.

Varga knew how to push Will from one climax to the next, to the next... until Will was literally totally delirious, unable to do anything other than beg Varga not to stop whenever he paused. Somewhere by the time they got to number three in a row, Will passed out, his abused, drunk and over-dosed body refusing to support him any longer.

Varga chuckled, pushing the boy’s sweat-drenched hair back from his flushed face. Will was a mess and Varga was highly amused. He had never seen anything quite so entertaining. He was going to have to keep those drugs on hand more often. Although after today Will could never again with a clear mind be able to tell him that he did not want Varga’s attentions.

“He’s going to hurt like hell when he wakes up,” one of the soldiers laughed.

“He’s going to hurt like hell for weeks,” another shook his head. “God, what did you do to him sir? I’ve never even seen a whore that eager for punishment.”

Varga just smiled knowingly and re-dressed himself. “Don’t get too used to it,” he warned. “I don’t intend to loan him out like that often.”


TBC...