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Post by Behax on Feb 1, 2013 1:04:56 GMT
Everything was dark and his body felt heavy. He could not say for certain what had happened. One moment he had been walking home from the orphanage where he volunteered, the place where he had been raised after his mother’s death. The next moment he was being forced into a car and he assumed drugged because that’s when everything went dark.
He could hear voices and clattering around him, he was somewhere busy though he could make no sense of anything that was being said. It was all garbled like coming through some sort of filter.
Before he knew it he was being hauled to his feet, it was here he became aware that he had no clothes as he felt the flesh of someone’s hands on his body as they pulled him up and guided him to where ever they were taking him. There was definitely something wrong with his body, it was heavy and his ability to move was impaired, he tried to talk but found he couldn’t. He wasn’t sure if this was because of the anxiety caused by his current situation or what they had done to him. He tried to resist his body didn’t move.
He slowly became aware of something like a metal collar around his neck and similarly shackles on his hands too.
“Here we have our second to last lot! And one of the more spectacular pieces in tonight’s auction!” A voice boomed enthusiastically near him.
He was being pushed to his knees, he could tell there was a lot of light in this room, he could feel the heat from the lights and some of the light was filtering through whatever was covering his eyes. He was so confused and his mind was very muddled.
The blind fold was removed and the whole room swam before him, a sea of blurry faces and bright lights. He looked down and as suspected he was completely naked. He swayed slightly on the spot, dizzy from whatever drugs they’d forced into him to keep him from making a fuss no doubt.
“This spectacular specimen is a pure and untouched half-breed of Angel and human blood by the name Cameron Piece!” The voiced boomed again, and by ‘pure and untouched’ the auctioneer was announcing that Cameron was a virgin. His exotic blood status already made him valuable to most, but being ‘untouched, made him even more so.
Cameron was of a slim build and slight muscular tone and average height. His angelic blood meant he had handsome features, a light golden circle on his forehead and a shock of white hair and deep blue eyes with a slight green tint.
He felt someone press against his naked back and could hear words just on the cusp of his hearing though he could make no sense of them and suddenly a pair of pure while feathered wings shot from his back, hanging almost majestically in the air before they became limp as well. There was a gasp from the crowd which should not have been unexpected. This move was obviously to prove the authenticity of the auctioneers claim that he was a half blood with angelic heritage. His wings were not the size of what people familiar with angels would expect had he been full-blooded.
“We will now start the bidding! Opening bid is $50,000!”
Hands were immediately shooting into the air and the price skyrocketed quickly. In only a few minutes the price was at £100,000.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 1, 2013 3:00:15 GMT
Brahm had been sitting silently in private viewing booth awaiting the prize that he had been told about from the traders that they had captured a rather impressive lot this time around. They teased with words like 'exotic' and 'come see for yourself'. With his curiosity peeked, he secured a booth bidding on a few slaves here an there, never seriously trying to out bid anyone. The nicer ones were always toward the end of the Auction, and only the best would do.
"This spectacular specimen is a pure and untouched half-breed of Angel and human blood by the name Cameron Piece!”
Those pale blue eyes took only a moment to look over the naked flesh that stood exposed on stage. He knew in an instant he wanted Cameron, the shock of white hair, those deep blue eyes. You would never of noticed the instant infatuation with the young man on display. He need him, wanted him, desired him.
“We will now start the bidding! Opening bid is $50,000!”
His heart would flutter if it had the ability as the bidding started. He waited to bid until some of the buyers had bowed out. The price rose higher and higher, until it seemed that Brahm was about to be out bid at what seemed like an ridiculous amount already.
"I'll double the current offer to 500,000 and every bid there after." Brahm Tiberius took a stand holding up his bidding card and casting a gaze over the crowd who where suddenly hushed either by surprise or in awe of the amount that the Mysterious Mr. Tiberius was prepared to spend for Cameron. It only took another two attempts by another bidder until the price had reached a small ransom for virgin slave.
"Have him prepared and waiting for me in my chambers. The rest deliver like usual." Brahm instructed one of his paid servants to take care of things while he stayed at the Auction to bid on a few more choice pieces….but Cameron. Cameron was his prize, a gem to his collection.
When Brahm had returned to his Penthouse, his slave had been delivered and prepared for him. Whenever Cameron found himself awake, he would find that he had been primped and cleaned during his drugged state. His body hair had been removed, finger nails trimmed and polished. Cameron would also find that he was also bound in leather shackles to a type of soft lounging chair that had been obviously built with the ideal of bondage and sex in mind. There was other furniture in the room, things one would find in a private bedroom. A lavish bed, hidden behind drapes and curtains. Two of the walls were windows looking over the city scape, the glass built well enough to keep the sun out during the day time, but becoming clear during the night. No expense was spared on the craftsmanship.
Brahm took a seat, slowly and tediously loosening the many layers of clothing he was wearing, but he did not bother to remove it. Pale blue eyes soaked in the nakedness of his new untrained pet.
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Post by Behax on Feb 1, 2013 10:31:48 GMT
Everything else passed in a confusing and convoluted blur. Cameron thinks he remembers hearing some obscenely high numbers, he definitely remembers being hauled roughly to his feet. Everything after that was all hands and blurred faces. People touching him in places and doing things that he had no strength or will to protest.
By the time he ended up bound to the chair the drugs that had been used to incapacitate him were slowly wearing off. Totally exposed as he was it would have been easy to see that save for some bruising caused by being roughly snatched from the streets around his shoulders and upper arms, and light freckling on his face Cameron’s skin was practically flawless. He had no scars, tattoos or piercings.
He was finally starting to come around, regaining some feeling in his body as some of his muscles tightened slowly. His vision was slowly come back into focus and he didn’t feel as dizzy but his head was pounding. He tried to life a hand to it but found his progress marred by the shackles keeping him in the chair. Slow realisation dawning on him that he was not where he wanted to be and in a situation completely alien to him as his eyes scanned what they could of the room, some things still a little out of focus or blurring at the edges.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 1, 2013 15:17:07 GMT
Brahm made no attempt to move or even speak as he watched the naked body of his new pet. He just sat there, eyes steady in their visual exploration of a new body, a virgin body. Over each detailed muscular ridge those pale blue eyes roamed as if he was memorizing the untouched flesh. There was a glow of accent light that bathed Cameron's flawless skin in a soft and sensual light.
He was ripe with anticipation, not that one could tell since he barely batted an eye since he sat down to wait the drugs to wear off. He wanted the virgin to be able to feel every moment of bliss and agony that was in store for the highly prized hybrid. The chime of the chains had acted as signal to demon that things were about to start. Standing from his seat Brahm casually strolled over to a long bar area that showcased a wide variety of luscious fruits, breads, and wine.
In silence he poured a glass of water, the ding of the glass against the counter and the ice settling in the cup was the only sound that betrayed him in the dim city night light. With a relaxed effort Brahm turned, approaching Cameron with the cool liquid clasped loosely in his gloved hand. And again he said nothing, allowing his keen eyes to get a better look, a closer look. Down the edge of his nose, phantom colored eyes pierced out from the white tendrils of silky hair that laid gently against his face. Perfect rose petal lips, plump with a pale blush laid across in a flatline of supernatural beauty.
There was much in the stillness that Brahm managed to instill in the objects around him. His mere presence would seem to suck the color from around him, leaving the splash of his red coat to burn in bright contrast. But no matter how placid his demeanor was, Brahm's heart burned at the very sight of Cameron's beauty. Had it not been for some of the obvious differences, it was almost as if he was staring at himself in the past. 'The eyes are different,' he thought to himself, Brahm could never recall possessing that kind of innocence. Although he had never been bought or sold, he knew what it was like to find himself a prisoner to a beautiful stranger.
As he brought his visual caressing to an end, Brahm sat down next to Cameron's naked body bound to the comfortable lounging chair. He held the glass of water over the exposed skin, allowing the cool droplets of condensation to drip absentmindedly on warm flesh. His other hand reached behind Cameron's neck to help support his head while he brought the glass to the edge of Cameron's lips.
"I can imagine you are thirsty. The drugs will do that." Brahm's voice was like a velvet feather rich in tone.
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Post by Behax on Feb 1, 2013 17:11:00 GMT
With the lack of light and slightly unfocused vision Cameron had managed to miss the spectacular vision that was Brahm. It was only the sound of the glass that had alerted him to the presence of someone else, all else was quite and still so to not hear the sound little as it was would have been impossible.
And now that his eyes had found him, Cameron found it impossible to take his eyes off of him. Brahm cut an intimidating figure in Cameron’s eyes. He could tell the other man was not human just by looking; it set the angel blood in him aquiver, a small voice in the back of his mind telling him this man was dangerous, telling Cameron he was in danger. Anxiety and panic beginning to set in again as his brain regained coherent thought.
His body tried to shy away from the coldness of the water that fell onto his warm skin. He tried to shy away from Brahm’s touch but couldn’t, though he was right…Cameron was thirsty. Wearily and hesitantly he drank from the glass slowly, not trusting the person giving it to him but also not wanting to choke in his weakened state.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 1, 2013 18:23:14 GMT
His lips almost tugged upward, but the nuance of the motion would tend to be missed by most. Silence again engulfed the room as Brahm listen Cameron swallow the refreshing liquid, he knew the importance of keeping his subject's body hydrated and healthy. When Brahm had felt Cameron had enough he pulled the glass away and placed it on the floor next to the chair.
Again he returned his eyes to Cameron, soaking in the panic in his captives blue eyes. "You will never go home, you will never escape." Again that rich and elegant tone would be soothing if not for the arrangement of words they contained. Brahm grabbed a handful of Cameron's white hair and pulled his head back to expose the young man's neck.
"You belong to me now. You are mine. To do as I please." His other hand ran over Cameron's smooth body, his fingertips separated from the skin by the thin white leather gloves he wore. He wasn't hesitant to explore more of the inmate areas, stroking and teasing. Brahm knew just where to touch to get the body to do what he wanted, As an Incubus he was after all an expert of carnal knowledge and the gloves where there for Cameron's sake…he wouldn't want to send the virgin into fit. Brahm's touch was legendary among his clients, and those seeking his help. Just to touch Brahm's bare skin could send waves of pleasure through even his hardest clients.
"Until your debt is cleared, you are my 'pet'." Brahm put emphases on the word pet, allowing his warm breath to roll over Cameron's vulnerable neck. The Incubus wetted his lips, drawing in to kiss and suck on Cameron's flesh. The places that Brahm's moist warm lips would meet with naked flesh would ripple with sensation and fade away when Brahm's lips departed. His roaming hand withdrew for a moment before returning with a piece of ice he had fished out of the glass.
He pushed the ice over Cameron's body, watching the skin react to the violation of warmth. He left a trail down the man's chest, brushing it past Cameron's balls and letting it slip between the cheeks of his buttocks. Without the ice, his hand followed the watery trail left behind. Brahm brought the glove to his lips, grabbing the offending clothing and removing it from his hands in a gentle motion.
Now his bare hand followed the trail it had taken before, flesh upon flesh. The sensation would of cascaded through Cameron's body. Brahm was by no mean's gentle either with his touch. He groped and squeezed, sucked, and nipped at the name form that was helpless before him.
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Post by Behax on Feb 1, 2013 21:24:07 GMT
‘You will never go home’
Those words caused the worry that had been building in his mind to deepen, showing clearly on his face. What exactly was going on!? And why was it happening to him? Questions his mind couldn’t even think to answer even if it hadn’t been inhibited by the effects of the drugs that were fast leaving his system now.
He gasps as his head is pulled back, letting Brahm’s voice wash over him as it told him there was little chance of him getting out of here and the small voice in the back of Cameron’s mind quietly agreed. His body shuddering at the demons touch and giving away just how inexperienced Cameron really was.
His mouth formed the word why though no sound came out and he looked so helpless. At the mention of debt he was completely lost, how did he owe this man a debt? And why did he had the inclination this was a thing he was never expected to repay?
Brahm’s kisses brought a high pitched gasp from Cameron, the feel of the ice on his skin only making his voice higher as his body tried to shirk away from the cold. His body gave a sudden and violent jolt when he felt the ice travel over his more sensitive regions and get stuck between his butt cheeks.
Cameron gasped and moaned at Brahm’s touch, being touched in ways and places that he’d barely begun to explore himself.
“P-please…” he tried to please with the demon to stop.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 1, 2013 22:51:24 GMT
"P-please…"
Brahm felt his breath stop at the plea that had escaped his squirming captive. He let the moans and gasp excite his eardrums, letting his ears drink in every whimper, every heartbeat.
"Please, what?" The demon seemed ever so interested in hearing more of that beautiful voice, what would he have to do to coax it out into the open. He released the tendrils of white hair that he had been tugging on with some force. Now with both his hands free of their gloves, fingertips danced across the skin and for the first time Brahm smiled. A sensual smile that only lasted a few moments before his facial features became still again.
A tongue slipped out again, circling Cameron's nipples, rubbing them back and forth under his pink muscle. Never taking his attention away from his through exploration, he managed to reposition himself with a knee dividing the hybrid's legs. Fingers rimming Cameron's virgin opening while he cupped his balls in his palm. His other hand stroked along his slaves sensitive length. Brahm felt himself getting aroused as he fondled and ran his lips across his nakedness.
"So beautiful, your innocences is intoxicating." Brahm's breath swooped over Cameron's lower region. He continued on before placing his lips against Cameron's penis, tongue circling the tip with a tease before taking it into his mouth. Slowly he slipped a finger into the man's virgin ass.
Brahm was using all the restraint he had. Something about Cameron was testing his discipline over his urges. As much as he wanted to strip down and take the man for every last penny of flesh, but doing that might break his new toy. And he had yet to find a pet that he had really taken a fancy too. He shoved his finger in down to the knuckle in the tight opening.
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Post by Behax on Feb 2, 2013 0:00:33 GMT
It was almost torture being asked ‘Please, what?’ because he was certain that this man was smart enough to work that out himself and he just wanted to hear Cameron say it. He signed when he felt his hair being released momentarily relieved, though that voice in the back of his head told him what he knew, this wasn’t over by a long shot.
He squirmed at the feel of Brahm’s tongue and feel of his hands and fingers toying with his nether regions. He could feel tension building down below and he tried to will himself to ignore it, to not feel anything. It was hard when some stranger was exploring your body more thoroughly than you had ever done so yourself.
His body quivered at the feel of the tongue against the tip of his hardening manhood, he gasped as it was then taken into Brahm’s mouth and he felt a solitary finger slide into his ass. He tightened as Brahm’s pushed his finger deeper into Cameron. He wanted to push the man away but the restraints on him prevented any such action. His fingers scrapped at the arms of the chair in desperation.
“P-lea…….S-stop…” He begged his voice starting to fail him as fear crept in to mix with the worry and anxiety.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 2, 2013 0:49:13 GMT
Brahm paid no heed to any pleas that escaped Cameron. He would continue with his agenda with or without the willingness of his subject. His pet would just have to accept things for what they were.
"I will not stop." He replied taking just a moment to speak before returning his mouth to that hard member he was sucking upon. The taste of the skin was exquisite and Brahm patiently played with his toy, making sudden thrusts with his single finger from time to time.
Leaving his finger inside, Brahm pulled his mouth away from Cameron's erection.
"You are mine." He kissed a spot of flesh. "I own you." He nipped at his neck. "Mine." He repeated sucking up Cameron's jawline before his lips got personal with the young man's ear lobe.
"We will explore the many pleasures of your flesh together." Brahm's magnificent voice whispered into Cameron's ear, his hot breath pulsing over his ear and neck. He pushed in another finger and started to thrust in rhythm.
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Post by Behax on Feb 2, 2013 1:13:49 GMT
"I will not stop."
These words were the start of the driving force behind the hopelessness that was starting to engulf Cameron. What had he done to meet with a fate such as this!?
His body jolted as Brahm continued to suck on his hard member, gasping at each sudden thrust that the demon made with his finger as he toyed with his prey.
And again his mind came back to why? He had a feeling it was something he was going to ask himself many times and never get an answer. What had suddenly given this man the right to claim ownership of him and play with him as he pleased?
Tears were brimming in his tightly closed eyes by the time the demon had started to become intimate with his ear, a sound catching in Cameron’s throat as he strained and wished to be free and rid of this. The feel of Brahm’s breath on his skin sending a strange sensation through his body.
His back arched slightly as his captor pushed another finger inside him and he gasped, his eyes still clenched shut.
“Ngnh!!”
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Post by Grimm on Feb 2, 2013 3:48:02 GMT
Brahm enjoyed watching the emotions sprawl across Cameron's face as he violated personal space. He had to admit that the young hybrid was holding up well against his Incubus charm, most others he had had chained to this chair would of already crumbled under the intense sensations that Brahm's touch radiated. It was promising to say the least.
Three fingers probed inside now, stretching the opening as not to rip it later. "Open your eyes. Let me see them." The demon's face was impossibly close, the oddity of his eyes was that the black of the pupil was missing, leaving only a slight discoloration against the pale cerulean. If his command wasn't followed, Brahm spread his fingers apart with impossible strength before relaxing them and repeating the command again until Cameron did as he was instructed.
"I can be kind....or I can be cruel. That part is up to you." He removed his fingers and stood up, letting the heat evaporate between them. He snapped his fingers, and from the stillness of the bed emerged several humanoid forms. From the shadows they surrounded Brahm, removing the elborate costume for him. These slaves were completely naked as they did their job diligently, their eyes glassed over in a trance like stare. They were all beautiful, both the males and females alike. But Brahm didn't enjoy playing with his dolls much. They were just that, living sex dolls that he had created by devouring their souls in their dreams, leaving these hallowed out and obedient shells to do as they were told.
The moment his stifling costume was removed the sex dolls gathered near by on a couch, each laying provocatively over the next but remained like statues in their empty state. Naked he sat down next to his new pet, once again touching and fondling. He let his body rub against Cameron's, the scars of the past marred Brahm's otherwise perfect body. Brahm rubbed his massive erection against Camerons.
From the couch the sex dolls slowly began to moan, their bodies coming alive as they grinded against each other in mindless lust, reacting to the aura that the Incubus was emitting
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Post by Behax on Feb 2, 2013 19:09:08 GMT
The only thing keeping Cameron from falling apart was his sheer force of will not to give in otherwise he’s had probably lost it long before now, it was the same force of will that he was exerting to stop himself from climaxing otherwise he would have probably ejaculated long before now simply due to his lack of experience. But the strength of his will power was starting to crumble away as Brahm continued to toy with him more and more intimately.
The demon would have found that he needed to repeat his command and the actions along with it twice more before Cameron complied and his eyes eased open. A deep blue tinted with green like the ocean.
When Brahm stood Cameron felt some of the tension drain from him and some of his muscles relax, and he breathed the breath of one who is relived though that voice in his head warned him this was not over, and he knew his resolve was crumbling.
At first the hybrid paid no heed to those that had emerged from the bed to relieve Brahm of his clothes. Before long his attention was drawn to them, they had an oddness about hem and it took the half-breed a moment to realise what it was. It was how vacant they looked, and he could feel how hollow and soulless they were with no will of their own. A deep fear started to grow in him that that would ultimately be his fate, broken beyond all recognition.
The half angel’s attention was snatched away from the hollow shells that were undoubtedly once people the instant that Braham began fondling him again.
“Ahh!” He gasped as he felt Brahm’s cock rubbing against his own.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 4, 2013 15:48:31 GMT
The living breath was halted within Brahm's lung as the light sparkled off of Cameron's eyes. The Incubus was captivated by the color of the oceans that lived within Cameron's eyes. By this time Brahm had repositioned himself to where he was hovering over his captive, his hips between Cameron's legs. All the while rubbing his cock against the edges and contours of Cameron's own impressive arousal.
The Incubus let a hand slip across Cameron's lips before grabbing a hand full of hair again, as so to keep the hybrids head still. "I admire your determination, Cameron." Brahm inhaled his pet's snow white hair, free and pure from perfumes. The Incubus very much enjoyed the natural beauties of the world, and Cameron was very much one of those. And everything in Brahm desired to possess the Angelic Human.
"But let's see how strong your will is. If you manage to keep from cumming, you shall remain intact," Brahm once again began to rim Cameron's ass with a finger, "but if you cum before me, well..." He slipped a finger into Cameron's ass as a warning. He removed the offending finger and returned his hand to pumping both their cocks, while remaining to grind their bases together.
If the sex dolls on the couch where any indication of their masters hidden ecstasy they were all moaning loudly, body wiggling and grinding together where they laid. Brahm's grinding became faster, his lips hovering just above Cameron's, his other hand still holding the silky threads tightly. The Demon inhaled the breaths that departed Cameron's warm lungs, licking and kissing his jaw line only to stop at his ear.
"I want to fuck you." The incubus whispered into the man ear, sucking on the edge of the lobe. Brahm's cock was dripping wet with precum, throbbing on the edge of release. But Brahm, being the creature he was had extreme discipline when it came to orgasms.
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Post by Behax on Feb 4, 2013 23:09:51 GMT
‘Remain intact?..What does he mean by that’ Cameron briefly questioned inside his own mind, his body trying t shy away from Brahm’s touch, wondering next about Brahm’s threat and exactly what the consequences would be should he fail to continue to restrain himself. A nagging feeling that he was expected, even wanted to fail, feeling the demon insert his finger once again in his ass confirming that theory before the sensation completely wiped it from his mind.
He gasped as Brahm’s returned to jacking them both off while grinding against him, his eyes screwing shut once again and his teeth gritting with the effort of focusing on not allowing himself to climax. He was almost painfully aroused but he just felt that he didn’t want to give this creatures the satisfaction of making him reach orgasm.
The words whispered into his ear almost tipped him over the edge and his strength of will was crumbling fast, precum beginning to leak from his tip as he let out a groan.
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