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"writing": "\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b]Kansas City, KS, March 6th[/b]\n\n\n\n“Are you sure you should be going with them?” Grant asked as they stood partway between Gilbert’s van and the hotel entrance.\n\nThe return trip had been surprisingly uneventful, if cramped. Along with Thomas, Grant, Olavo, Gilbert and Limbani, they’d packed in the three Chamber agents. Unlike Grant, who looked at the near non-stop sex with amusement and joined once in a while, those three had not enjoyed having that happen so close to them.\n\n“Yeah,” Donal added. “I know they don’t mean you any harm anymore, but you’re welcome to stay with us.”\n\nThe squirrel had met them outside the hotel Olavo had set him up to stay in while they were away. Thomas was the only one Donal was friend with, and when they’d been about to leave, it had become apparent to the rat the squirrel might go back to the street instead of staying at the safe house, so he’d asked for options. Olavo had made two calls, and Donal had a room in this hotel, which wasn’t a Marriott, nor anywhere high class, but it still looked like a good one to Thomas.\n\n“Madoc’s family is working on rescuing my family, and they’re trying to find someone able to fix our memories. And it isn’t like you aren’t going to be busy already.”\n\nThey turned to the hotel’s entrance, where Limbani stood, so eager he could be vibrating. He hadn’t said why he was going back to the room with Grant and Donal, but he’d been the first one out of the van. It was Limbani, so Thomas figured he’d seen himself having sex with one or both Grant and Donal, and now he couldn’t wait for it to start.\n\n“He’s going to be disappointed,” Grant said.\n\nThomas snorted. “Don’t sell his vision short. And he knows that phrase that lets normal guys like you keep up with guys like us.”\n\n“Normal guys like me?” Grant said, as if he’d been insulted, then chuckled. “Well, I’m still pretty sure I’m not going for an all week long thing with him, no matter what he claims to have seen.” He hesitated. “Look, you have my number. The moment things don’t go the way you want, call me and I will get you out of there.”\n\n“And I’ll help,” Donal added.\n\n“It’ll be fine. But yes, if I have to, I’ll borrow someone’s phone and call you. And you have Olavo’s number. If you need something, we’ll just be at the safe house catching up with the others. I’m sure that other than the sex we weren’t part of, they barely noticed we were gone.”\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Kansas City, KS, March 6th[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas froze as he stepped into the living room on seeing the man seated in the center of it. The older rat had an air of angry imperialness as he looked Thomas over, then Olavo, who stepped to his left , before also freezing in place and straightening. Gilbert steeped around Thomas to the right, looking at him curiously, before seeing who was in the living room and going still with a soft curse under his breath.\n\n“What the fuck were you thinking?” Raphael demanded, and Thomas swallowed. He couldn’t believe how scary the man was, and he was there, alone, with no guards looking menacing.\n\n“A friend of mine,” Thomas started\n\n“A friend?” the elder demanded. Pushing himself up. “You abandoned your family for a friend? Do you have any idea the problems you gallivanting off caused? What? I didn’t have enough dealing with the mess Minneapolis turned into, you wanted to—”\n\n“Mess?” Thomas asked, his heart racing. “What happened? Is my family okay?”\n\n“We are—” Raphael closed his mouth with visible effort. “This Henry turned the Richard to his side. When my team got there, instead of dealing with a handful of kids in over their head, there was an entire security force waiting. The only reason I know everything went balls up is that Ettore’s power let him escape. Other than him, the reports I’m getting are that everything’s fine. This Henry you told me about’s a figment of your imagination. Fortunately for us, the Richards are oh so very understanding of our presence in their city under the circumstances.”\n\n“But what about my family?” Thomas asked.\n\n“I don’t have any—”\n\n“Find out!” Thomas yelled.\n\nRaphael glared at him, hand clenched into fists. “I think that you need to be reminded who is the elder, and who is the boy. Hopefully, you’ll learn what your place is in this family faster than your brother.”\n\n“My brother’s here?” Thomas asked, confused. “You said that…” he looked at the older rat in shock. “What have you done to Victor?”\n\nRaphael smiled. “I brought him back to his family. Did you think I’d keep him from the privilege it is to be a Lewiston? To show him that his god wants him, even after being kept away for so long?” He snorted. “He doesn’t get how lucky he is, but he will. He might be stubborn, but he’s a Lewiston, and he’ll learn to love it just like the rest of us.”\n\n“You son of a bitch!” Thomas was across the room, first raised and down, just as the older rat vanished from sight. Thomas had a moment of confusion. He was supposed to be the only teleporter, but momentum kept his fist moving and it impacted who he wasn’t seeing. Raphael reappeared, staggering back, “I’m going to—”\n\nSomeone wrenched Thomas away, and before he could teleport, pain exploded in his wrist, then he crumpled to the floor, utterly drained. He saw the thick metal manacle around it and blood dripping from inside the cuff.\n\nThere were also a lot of booted feet. Where had they all come from?\n\nA boot rolled Thomas on his back. Gilbert and Olavo were being restrained by men in body armor.\n\n“I figured you’d get uppity after dealing with that brother of yours,” Raphael said, wiping the blood from his lip with a handkerchief.\n\n“Unhand me,” Olavo demanded.\n\n“Shut up!” Raphael yelled. “You think you can defy me? You think you get to just walk away from this? Take these two with the others. Have the ones at the hotel collected. Him.” Raphael looked down at Thomas with a malicious grin. “I’m going to deal with myself. I have such a—”\n\n“Wow, they so were not kidding,” a new voice said. “You are looking to piss everyone off, aren’t you, Raph?”\n\n“What are you doing here?” Raphael demanded.\n\nThomas turned his head excruciatingly slowly. A badger in a blazer stood in the archway, looking the scene over. Samuel, that was his name, Thomas remembered.\n\n“See, when I heard Ettore was back, I figured I’d check in on him. You know, see if his cock’s still as fun, if his sense of humor improved any.” He paused and his tone darkened slightly. “If my family members are safe. You do remember there are two Mercier in Minneapolis, don’t you?” The badger forestalled any reply with a raised hand. “Don’t bother with the lies. I can hear you never gave any instruction about them. My elder is going to have a word with you, or two. Possibly three, once I’ve made my report. And don’t voice what you’re thinking, you’re already deep enough in shit as it is. Any more, and you’ll have to swallow some.”\n\nRaphael glowered. “Are you threatening me, Mercier?”\n\n“Do I look like the kind of guy who makes threats?” Samuel asked innocently, then grinned at Thomas. “Okay, to you I do, but you’re still a kid. Give it a few years.” He looked at Raphael while Thomas tried to figure out if he’d even been thinking. “No. I’m not making threats. I don’t have to. While I was looking for Ettore, who I wasn’t allowed to see, by the way, I happened to overhear that you have two Xu and a Chouteau in custody. And now I see you’re planing to add a Rowling, an Adesida, and the son of the Medeiros elder to your collection. Tell me, Raphie. Is it a death wish, or are you dead set on becoming more hated than even the Orrs?”\n\n“They broke my rules,” Raphael replied, and Thomas thought he was trembling from restraining the shout, but he wasn’t certain he could trust his eyes, as exhausted as he was. “Covered up for them. They need to be punished.”\n\nSamuel winced. “Oh, you have no idea how lucky you are I showed up before you got to implement what I’m seeing. Solitary confinement is way beyond what you can do to them.”\n\n“This is my city!”\n\n“So kick them out!” Samuel yelled back. Then calmed himself. “That’s what you do when one of us pisses you off. You don’t throw them in some dank basement with promises of ongoing celibacy. What are you looking for here, Raph? A war? Because you’re about to start one with five families.”\n\nRaphael glowered. After a few seconds, Samuel opened his mouth, only to close it and grin. \n\n“Well?” the badger finally asked.\n\n“Get the fuck out of my city, Mercier,” Raphael ordered. “Take the kids with you, and if you ever set foot here again I will—” he stopped, and Thomas thought Samuel was beaming. The elder pointed to Thomas. “He stays.”\n\nWhat? No. He couldn’t mean that. Samuel, Thomas pleaded mentally. You have to take me away. I have to rescue my family. I have to rescue Victor.\n\nSamuel’s expression fell. “Sorry, kid, but you’re his blood.”\n\nNo! My family’s Hertz, not Lewiston. I don’t want to have anything to do with that asshole.\n\n“What’s not what it’s about. What he’s planning is all sorts of wrong, but I don’t have the power to stop him. Don’t even think of acting on that thought.” He rounded on Gilbert. “You want to help him, you talk to your elder. That’s who has the power to talk this asshole—my apologies.” Samuel grinned toothily at Raphael. “This elder down.”\n\n“If you aren’t—” Raphael growled.\n\n“We’re gone,” Samuel cut him off and pointed to the door.\n\nOlavo looked at Thomas and opened his mouth, but Samuel grabbed him and forced him out of the room.\n\n* * * * *\n\n[b]Kansas City, KS, March ??[/b]\n\n\n\nThomas groaned as the man moving on top of him came.\n\nHow many did that make today? This week? It hadn’t been a month, had it? Thomas spend all his time in that state between wakefulness and sleep the manacle kept him in. The only way he had kept track of passaging time was by the number of guy who fucked him, and he’d been unable to keep counted after sixty-eight.\n\nSometimes he berated himself for having stopped one short of sixty-nine. Others he thought that to have reached it would have been too cruel since not one guy had let him suck them off. All they ever did was help themselves to his ass.\n\nAt least he was on the bed this time. The guy before him had dragged him to the shower, fucked him before and after washing him, then just dumped him on the floor by the bed, his fur still mostly damp. This one had fed him food, then fucked him on the bed and left him there.\n\nHis first days of imprisonment, so long ago, had been without feeling fingers through his fur, the weight of another guy on top of him, or cock pumping in his ass. One of the guards, while the other fed him, had suggested using him, and the argument had lasted until they were done, and Thomas hadn’t been fucked. The discussion had to have made its way back to Raphael, because Thomas heard the elder verbally ripped the guard apart a few hours later, through the door.\n\nOther than the tone, most of it was lost to Thomas, except that Raphael’s fear seemed to be centered on the fear that any kind of sex would give Thomas enough strength to teleport away. Maybe the man hadn’t known how this magic worked, or hadn’t bothered asking how it worked from whoever had made it. Not that it mattered. Thomas had still been drained to near unconsciousness, but not allowed to fall unconscious.\n\nStrangely enough, Thomas hadn’t minded at first. It had been nice to not have sex for a while. But only for a while. Within days, he’d wanted it. Not enough to ask one of his guards to do anything about it, but the hard on he was constantly sporting should have been an open invitation to suck him off, or fuck him, or sit on his cock, something.\n\nA couple more days and he needed it. However the manacle drained him, his body needed to recharge him, and that came in the form of sex. Sex he wasn’t getting.\n\nFortunately for him, Raphael must have been informed, because about the time Thomas was considering going mad as a way of dealing with the craving for a cock up his ass, the elder came in and fucked him. That marked the open invitation to his ass and Thomas rejoiced in it.\n\nUntil it got boring.\n\nBeing fuck shouldn’t be monotonous, and yet, that’s what it became as guy after guy came in to take care his non-sexual needs, and in the process took care of their sexual needs. Not that foreplay was much of a thing with his frat brothers, but there was a playfulness when they fucked that was utterly lacking here. \n\nAdded to that was the complete disregard for his situation. They treated him as if he was no more than a toy, to be dropped where they were once they were done using him. Half the guys who fucked him didn’t even bother cleaning him up. And he suspected it was because the other half was in charge of his shower time, so it was just happenstance.\n\nThomas did his best not to think of when he needed to go to the bathroom, since all he could do was croak for help and then be dragged there. At least they weren’t letting him shit the bed he was forced to sleep in, but fuck, did it suck being an invalid.\n\nThe door opened and closed. Thomas didn’t bother looking. That was too exhausting. He just sighed. Here he went again.\n\nThe hand grabbed his muzzle roughly and turned his head. Raphael smiled at him. “And how are you doing? Due for another recharge, I’m guessing?” He let go of the muzzle and Thomas’s head rolled back to the side. “You have no idea how lucky you are. Do you know what some of the men in this family would do for the privilege of being fucked by me? And how often have I graced you with my cock these last weeks?” he patted Thomas’s ass. “You do have an irresistible ass.”\n\nThe hand rested on the ass, then grabbed hold and used it to turn Thomas on his stomach. Thomas didn’t react to the pain. That took too much strength. The weight was on his ass, then his hole stretched as the cock pushed in. Thomas moaned. He didn’t want to, but it was a cock up his ass and that was always good.\n\nRaphael was thick. Not Chima thick, or even as much as Laurence, but enough Thomas felt it each time the older rat penetrated him. The thrusting started, And Thomas couldn’t keep another moan from escaping.\n\n“You know,” Raphael said, his thrusts languid. “There’s something to be said for a docile guy.” He slammed his cock in, making Thomas groan, then slowed again. “You could be considerate enough to tighten that ass, you know.”\n\nThomas didn’t. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the strength.\n\n“Got to live with the side effect of magically induced tranquility, I guess.” The rat leaned on top of him and picked up speed. “You make a nice rest from that brother of yours. All that whining, all that crying. You’d think he was destined to be a monk or something.”\n\nThomas’s rage was deadened by the lack of energy. He wanted to buck the other rat off him. Strangle him, for that he was doing to Victor. But all he could do was fantasize about doing it.\n\nRaphael picked up speed again, his cock slapping in wetly. He pounded Thomas’s ass, then bottomed in, grunted as his cock twitched and sighed. Thomas felt the energy enter him. before he could do anything but wish he could grasp it, it was siphoned away.\n\n“You know,” the older rat whispered in his ear. “You will be trained; you and that stubborn brother of yours.” He nuzzled the back of Thomas’s head. “I’ve located someone with the right power. Do you know what that power is? You’re going to like it, considering how messed up your memory already is. This guy’s going to fix that completely. Isn’t that nice? No more messed up memory.” He chuckled. “No more memories at all. You’re going to be a blank slate for me to educate. You will know all the proper ways of serving your elder; with your body and your power. Oh Thomas,” he said lovingly, “you are going to make me the most powerful man in the Society.”\n\nRaphael pulled out, stood, sighed as bones popped, and left.\n\nThomas didn’t have the energy to wail.\n\nIt couldn’t be real, he wanted to scream. He wanted to deny what the man had said. Convince himself it was a trick to get him to sink even more into despair.\n\nBut why would Raphael bother? Thomas couldn’t escape, didn’t have any secrets the older rat wanted. All he wanted was to use Thomas.\n\nAnd magic was real, so why wouldn’t there be someone out there who could erase him and make him someone else entirely? Maybe he wouldn’t even bother making him into someone. Magic was real, so maybe they’d turn him into some magical automaton that had no choice but to do what he was told.\n\nThomas could cry, he discovered.\n\nCrying took no energy at all.",
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Kansas City, KS, March 6th
“Are you sure you should be going with them?” Grant asked as they stood partway between Gilbert’s van and the hotel entrance.
The return trip had been surprisingly uneventful, if cramped. Along with Thomas, Grant, Olavo, Gilbert and Limbani, they’d packed in the three Chamber agents. Unlike Grant, who looked at the near non-stop sex with amusement and joined once in a while, those three had not enjoyed having that happen so close to them.
“Yeah,” Donal added. “I know they don’t mean you any harm anymore, but you’re welcome to stay with us.”
The squirrel had met them outside the hotel Olavo had set him up to stay in while they were away. Thomas was the only one Donal was friend with, and when they’d been about to leave, it had become apparent to the rat the squirrel might go back to the street instead of staying at the safe house, so he’d asked for options. Olavo had made two calls, and Donal had a room in this hotel, which wasn’t a Marriott, nor anywhere high class, but it still looked like a good one to Thomas.
“Madoc’s family is working on rescuing my family, and they’re trying to find someone able to fix our memories. And it isn’t like you aren’t going to be busy already.”
They turned to the hotel’s entrance, where Limbani stood, so eager he could be vibrating. He hadn’t said why he was going back to the room with Grant and Donal, but he’d been the first one out of the van. It was Limbani, so Thomas figured he’d seen himself having sex with one or both Grant and Donal, and now he couldn’t wait for it to start.
“He’s going to be disappointed,” Grant said.
Thomas snorted. “Don’t sell his vision short. And he knows that phrase that lets normal guys like you keep up with guys like us.”
“Normal guys like me?” Grant said, as if he’d been insulted, then chuckled. “Well, I’m still pretty sure I’m not going for an all week long thing with him, no matter what he claims to have seen.” He hesitated. “Look, you have my number. The moment things don’t go the way you want, call me and I will get you out of there.”
“And I’ll help,” Donal added.
“It’ll be fine. But yes, if I have to, I’ll borrow someone’s phone and call you. And you have Olavo’s number. If you need something, we’ll just be at the safe house catching up with the others. I’m sure that other than the sex we weren’t part of, they barely noticed we were gone.”
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Kansas City, KS, March 6th
Thomas froze as he stepped into the living room on seeing the man seated in the center of it. The older rat had an air of angry imperialness as he looked Thomas over, then Olavo, who stepped to his left , before also freezing in place and straightening. Gilbert steeped around Thomas to the right, looking at him curiously, before seeing who was in the living room and going still with a soft curse under his breath.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” Raphael demanded, and Thomas swallowed. He couldn’t believe how scary the man was, and he was there, alone, with no guards looking menacing.
“A friend of mine,” Thomas started
“A friend?” the elder demanded. Pushing himself up. “You abandoned your family for a friend? Do you have any idea the problems you gallivanting off caused? What? I didn’t have enough dealing with the mess Minneapolis turned into, you wanted to—”
“Mess?” Thomas asked, his heart racing. “What happened? Is my family okay?”
“We are—” Raphael closed his mouth with visible effort. “This Henry turned the Richard to his side. When my team got there, instead of dealing with a handful of kids in over their head, there was an entire security force waiting. The only reason I know everything went balls up is that Ettore’s power let him escape. Other than him, the reports I’m getting are that everything’s fine. This Henry you told me about’s a figment of your imagination. Fortunately for us, the Richards are oh so very understanding of our presence in their city under the circumstances.”
“But what about my family?” Thomas asked.
“I don’t have any—”
“Find out!” Thomas yelled.
Raphael glared at him, hand clenched into fists. “I think that you need to be reminded who is the elder, and who is the boy. Hopefully, you’ll learn what your place is in this family faster than your brother.”
“My brother’s here?” Thomas asked, confused. “You said that…” he looked at the older rat in shock. “What have you done to Victor?”
Raphael smiled. “I brought him back to his family. Did you think I’d keep him from the privilege it is to be a Lewiston? To show him that his god wants him, even after being kept away for so long?” He snorted. “He doesn’t get how lucky he is, but he will. He might be stubborn, but he’s a Lewiston, and he’ll learn to love it just like the rest of us.”
“You son of a bitch!” Thomas was across the room, first raised and down, just as the older rat vanished from sight. Thomas had a moment of confusion. He was supposed to be the only teleporter, but momentum kept his fist moving and it impacted who he wasn’t seeing. Raphael reappeared, staggering back, “I’m going to—”
Someone wrenched Thomas away, and before he could teleport, pain exploded in his wrist, then he crumpled to the floor, utterly drained. He saw the thick metal manacle around it and blood dripping from inside the cuff.
There were also a lot of booted feet. Where had they all come from?
A boot rolled Thomas on his back. Gilbert and Olavo were being restrained by men in body armor.
“I figured you’d get uppity after dealing with that brother of yours,” Raphael said, wiping the blood from his lip with a handkerchief.
“Unhand me,” Olavo demanded.
“Shut up!” Raphael yelled. “You think you can defy me? You think you get to just walk away from this? Take these two with the others. Have the ones at the hotel collected. Him.” Raphael looked down at Thomas with a malicious grin. “I’m going to deal with myself. I have such a—”
“Wow, they so were not kidding,” a new voice said. “You are looking to piss everyone off, aren’t you, Raph?”
“What are you doing here?” Raphael demanded.
Thomas turned his head excruciatingly slowly. A badger in a blazer stood in the archway, looking the scene over. Samuel, that was his name, Thomas remembered.
“See, when I heard Ettore was back, I figured I’d check in on him. You know, see if his cock’s still as fun, if his sense of humor improved any.” He paused and his tone darkened slightly. “If my family members are safe. You do remember there are two Mercier in Minneapolis, don’t you?” The badger forestalled any reply with a raised hand. “Don’t bother with the lies. I can hear you never gave any instruction about them. My elder is going to have a word with you, or two. Possibly three, once I’ve made my report. And don’t voice what you’re thinking, you’re already deep enough in shit as it is. Any more, and you’ll have to swallow some.”
Raphael glowered. “Are you threatening me, Mercier?”
“Do I look like the kind of guy who makes threats?” Samuel asked innocently, then grinned at Thomas. “Okay, to you I do, but you’re still a kid. Give it a few years.” He looked at Raphael while Thomas tried to figure out if he’d even been thinking. “No. I’m not making threats. I don’t have to. While I was looking for Ettore, who I wasn’t allowed to see, by the way, I happened to overhear that you have two Xu and a Chouteau in custody. And now I see you’re planing to add a Rowling, an Adesida, and the son of the Medeiros elder to your collection. Tell me, Raphie. Is it a death wish, or are you dead set on becoming more hated than even the Orrs?”
“They broke my rules,” Raphael replied, and Thomas thought he was trembling from restraining the shout, but he wasn’t certain he could trust his eyes, as exhausted as he was. “Covered up for them. They need to be punished.”
Samuel winced. “Oh, you have no idea how lucky you are I showed up before you got to implement what I’m seeing. Solitary confinement is way beyond what you can do to them.”
“This is my city!”
“So kick them out!” Samuel yelled back. Then calmed himself. “That’s what you do when one of us pisses you off. You don’t throw them in some dank basement with promises of ongoing celibacy. What are you looking for here, Raph? A war? Because you’re about to start one with five families.”
Raphael glowered. After a few seconds, Samuel opened his mouth, only to close it and grin.
“Well?” the badger finally asked.
“Get the fuck out of my city, Mercier,” Raphael ordered. “Take the kids with you, and if you ever set foot here again I will—” he stopped, and Thomas thought Samuel was beaming. The elder pointed to Thomas. “He stays.”
What? No. He couldn’t mean that. Samuel, Thomas pleaded mentally. You have to take me away. I have to rescue my family. I have to rescue Victor.
Samuel’s expression fell. “Sorry, kid, but you’re his blood.”
No! My family’s Hertz, not Lewiston. I don’t want to have anything to do with that asshole.
“What’s not what it’s about. What he’s planning is all sorts of wrong, but I don’t have the power to stop him. Don’t even think of acting on that thought.” He rounded on Gilbert. “You want to help him, you talk to your elder. That’s who has the power to talk this asshole—my apologies.” Samuel grinned toothily at Raphael. “This elder down.”
“If you aren’t—” Raphael growled.
“We’re gone,” Samuel cut him off and pointed to the door.
Olavo looked at Thomas and opened his mouth, but Samuel grabbed him and forced him out of the room.
* * * * *
Kansas City, KS, March ??
Thomas groaned as the man moving on top of him came.
How many did that make today? This week? It hadn’t been a month, had it? Thomas spend all his time in that state between wakefulness and sleep the manacle kept him in. The only way he had kept track of passaging time was by the number of guy who fucked him, and he’d been unable to keep counted after sixty-eight.
Sometimes he berated himself for having stopped one short of sixty-nine. Others he thought that to have reached it would have been too cruel since not one guy had let him suck them off. All they ever did was help themselves to his ass.
At least he was on the bed this time. The guy before him had dragged him to the shower, fucked him before and after washing him, then just dumped him on the floor by the bed, his fur still mostly damp. This one had fed him food, then fucked him on the bed and left him there.
His first days of imprisonment, so long ago, had been without feeling fingers through his fur, the weight of another guy on top of him, or cock pumping in his ass. One of the guards, while the other fed him, had suggested using him, and the argument had lasted until they were done, and Thomas hadn’t been fucked. The discussion had to have made its way back to Raphael, because Thomas heard the elder verbally ripped the guard apart a few hours later, through the door.
Other than the tone, most of it was lost to Thomas, except that Raphael’s fear seemed to be centered on the fear that any kind of sex would give Thomas enough strength to teleport away. Maybe the man hadn’t known how this magic worked, or hadn’t bothered asking how it worked from whoever had made it. Not that it mattered. Thomas had still been drained to near unconsciousness, but not allowed to fall unconscious.
Strangely enough, Thomas hadn’t minded at first. It had been nice to not have sex for a while. But only for a while. Within days, he’d wanted it. Not enough to ask one of his guards to do anything about it, but the hard on he was constantly sporting should have been an open invitation to suck him off, or fuck him, or sit on his cock, something.
A couple more days and he needed it. However the manacle drained him, his body needed to recharge him, and that came in the form of sex. Sex he wasn’t getting.
Fortunately for him, Raphael must have been informed, because about the time Thomas was considering going mad as a way of dealing with the craving for a cock up his ass, the elder came in and fucked him. That marked the open invitation to his ass and Thomas rejoiced in it.
Until it got boring.
Being fuck shouldn’t be monotonous, and yet, that’s what it became as guy after guy came in to take care his non-sexual needs, and in the process took care of their sexual needs. Not that foreplay was much of a thing with his frat brothers, but there was a playfulness when they fucked that was utterly lacking here.
Added to that was the complete disregard for his situation. They treated him as if he was no more than a toy, to be dropped where they were once they were done using him. Half the guys who fucked him didn’t even bother cleaning him up. And he suspected it was because the other half was in charge of his shower time, so it was just happenstance.
Thomas did his best not to think of when he needed to go to the bathroom, since all he could do was croak for help and then be dragged there. At least they weren’t letting him shit the bed he was forced to sleep in, but fuck, did it suck being an invalid.
The door opened and closed. Thomas didn’t bother looking. That was too exhausting. He just sighed. Here he went again.
The hand grabbed his muzzle roughly and turned his head. Raphael smiled at him. “And how are you doing? Due for another recharge, I’m guessing?” He let go of the muzzle and Thomas’s head rolled back to the side. “You have no idea how lucky you are. Do you know what some of the men in this family would do for the privilege of being fucked by me? And how often have I graced you with my cock these last weeks?” he patted Thomas’s ass. “You do have an irresistible ass.”
The hand rested on the ass, then grabbed hold and used it to turn Thomas on his stomach. Thomas didn’t react to the pain. That took too much strength. The weight was on his ass, then his hole stretched as the cock pushed in. Thomas moaned. He didn’t want to, but it was a cock up his ass and that was always good.
Raphael was thick. Not Chima thick, or even as much as Laurence, but enough Thomas felt it each time the older rat penetrated him. The thrusting started, And Thomas couldn’t keep another moan from escaping.
“You know,” Raphael said, his thrusts languid. “There’s something to be said for a docile guy.” He slammed his cock in, making Thomas groan, then slowed again. “You could be considerate enough to tighten that ass, you know.”
Thomas didn’t. Even if he wanted to, he didn’t have the strength.
“Got to live with the side effect of magically induced tranquility, I guess.” The rat leaned on top of him and picked up speed. “You make a nice rest from that brother of yours. All that whining, all that crying. You’d think he was destined to be a monk or something.”
Thomas’s rage was deadened by the lack of energy. He wanted to buck the other rat off him. Strangle him, for that he was doing to Victor. But all he could do was fantasize about doing it.
Raphael picked up speed again, his cock slapping in wetly. He pounded Thomas’s ass, then bottomed in, grunted as his cock twitched and sighed. Thomas felt the energy enter him. before he could do anything but wish he could grasp it, it was siphoned away.
“You know,” the older rat whispered in his ear. “You will be trained; you and that stubborn brother of yours.” He nuzzled the back of Thomas’s head. “I’ve located someone with the right power. Do you know what that power is? You’re going to like it, considering how messed up your memory already is. This guy’s going to fix that completely. Isn’t that nice? No more messed up memory.” He chuckled. “No more memories at all. You’re going to be a blank slate for me to educate. You will know all the proper ways of serving your elder; with your body and your power. Oh Thomas,” he said lovingly, “you are going to make me the most powerful man in the Society.”
Raphael pulled out, stood, sighed as bones popped, and left.
Thomas didn’t have the energy to wail.
It couldn’t be real, he wanted to scream. He wanted to deny what the man had said. Convince himself it was a trick to get him to sink even more into despair.
But why would Raphael bother? Thomas couldn’t escape, didn’t have any secrets the older rat wanted. All he wanted was to use Thomas.
And magic was real, so why wouldn’t there be someone out there who could erase him and make him someone else entirely? Maybe he wouldn’t even bother making him into someone. Magic was real, so maybe they’d turn him into some magical automaton that had no choice but to do what he was told.
Thomas could cry, he discovered.
Crying took no energy at all.",
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