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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/
      Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV), Sherlock_Holmes_&_Related_Fandoms
  Relationship:
      Sebastian_Moran/Jim_Moriarty, Sebastian_Moran/Severin_Moran
  Character:
      Sebastian_Moran, Jim_Moriarty, Severin_Moran
  Additional Tags:
      Spanking, Stockholm_Syndrome, Blood_Kink, daddy_kink_(sorta),
      Prostitution, Underage_-_Freeform, age_gap_(Sebastian_16, Jim_28), Guns,
      Bondage, twincest(Moran_twins), dub-con, Blow_Jobs, Vibrators, brain
      fucking., Burning, Whips
  Series:
      Part 1 of Ma_Petite_Putian
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-13 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 7540
****** Ma Petite Putain ******
by BendyDick
Summary
     Sebastian has resorted to prostitution to keep his twin brother
     ,Severin, from going to jail. A man propositions him with an
     opportunity to make a lot of money but Sebastian might have gotten
     more than he was bargaining for.
     *now edited
Notes
     Now beta-ed! HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALEXANDREAJEWELS!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Sebastian sat outside on what seemed to be the only curb not covered in a thick
sheet of ice in front of the sketchy looking hotel he was told to wait at. He
wasn’t worried about the patrons inside or the scum staring at him as they
passed by, this was his home away from home. He knew the name of the kid that
worked the pay window, he knew the fastest way out of the building from almost
every room and best of all he knew most of the people who regularly serviced
the men and women who came here looking for a disposable lover. He could
remember the first night feeling anxious the way he did now, as if there was
something trying to climb its way out of his chest. He wasn’t a newbie anymore,
but he had certainly never done a full weekend with such a high paying client.
Client was just a nice name for whatever fuck wanted to claim him. It had
started when Severin couldn’t seem to stop getting caught with dope, then it
was breaking and entering and now it was money for a lawyer to get the stupid
sod off for raping a minor. With a heavy sigh Sebastian checked the small
disposable phone, no texts from Rin; he wasn’t expecting any, and only a few
more minutes. His chest started to feel strange again and he closed his eyes
just for a second. The cold chill burning his nose as he took a deep breath.
“I love the school boy outfit. Didn’t have time to change after rugby I see. I
should pay you extra.” The same lilting voice he’d heard the weekend before
teased and Sebastian’s eyes snapped open. The man looked rich, like he claimed
to be, he paid fifty in advance and that was a good enough reason to trust him.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to be late.”
The man smiled and it made his perfectly gelled hair move back across his
rather large forehead. He wasn’t at all unattractive though, even with his
unusual looks and Sebastian caught himself staring into the dark eyes with
slight admiration. “I see, well Tiger, do you have a name?”
“Sebastian.”
“James, but you can call me Jim or daddy if you’d like, Basher.”
The teen’s cheeks went red but it wasn’t the first time he was told to call a
client that so he nodded and stood up. “Shall we?”
--
James had already purchased a room. It was one of the nicer ones without the
stank of mildew and whoever else had been there last. The first thing Sebastian
was told to do was undress, Jim sat in one of the fading textile chairs that
positioned on either side of the window and watched him.
“Leave on the tie and your socks.” Sebastian nodded and threw the rest of his
clothes and shoes into a far corner and stood stock still. He had been proud of
his body once. He used to be captain of the rugby team until Rin started acting
out. He still had a tan from days when the sun came out during practice and it
gave his built, lean body an earthy glow under his blond hair. “Gorgeous.
Plenty blessed too. Diseases?”
Sebastian shook his head honestly at the late twenties, possible lawyer. He had
gotten tested. He was clean. “Good.” James smiled in a way that showed off the
almost mental gleam in his eyes. Sebastian continued to watch him as he walked
closer, they were about the same height, Jim being just a tad shorter but his
personality seemed to make up for it. The man ran a hand over Sebastian’s chest
and giggled to himself. The fingers crept to a nipple and gave it a little tug
causing the teen to gasp. “Sensitive are we?” There was no answer and Jim took
both the boy’s nipples in his hands and started to tease them until Sebastian
was finding it hard to stay still and quiet.
Jim’s tongue darted out and slid down the teen’s chest until it reached the
start of his blond happy trail. “Please don’t hold back on those delicious
noises.” With that the man’s warm mouth closed around Sebastian’s half hard
cock quickly bringing it to full mast with an excited little yelp.
The teen’s hands fluttered about trying to find a place to hold onto, they
settled on Jim’s shoulder’s barely pulling him closer. He was shaking already
and with every extra inch Jim was able to fit into his wonderfully warm mouth
Sebastian got closer. He was used to being used, use to being on his knees for
his clients but never-never had he felt this and it was amazing. It took mere
minutes to get him over the edge and coming with heavy pants and groans into
the man’s mouth. Jim swallowed easily and kissed his way back up to grin at the
blond.
“Feel less awkward?” Sebastian’s blue eyes were unfocused and hazy as he nodded
contently. “Good, up onto the bed.” He gave a small look of confusion before
following the order and climbing up onto the king sized bed still covered in a
moss green comforter. He hadn’t noticed the straps hanging from the celling
until Jim pulled them down and giggled. “I know you probably aren’t used to
this, but it will all be okay, my tiger.” Sebastian swallowed hard and felt his
stomach clench.
“Hands out in front, dear.” Sebastian stuck out his wrists without hesitation
and didn’t even flinch as they were pulled up above his head on some sort of
pulley contraption that consisted of leather cuffs and a rope. It pulled his
arms tight and kept his chest still, but he was able to kneel comfortably.
“How’s that feel?”
“Fine sir.”
“Oh I much prefer Daddy or Jim.” The rope that was attached to Sebastian’s arms
was yanked and the teen’s knees were no longer able to touch the bed
comfortably making his arms strain and it hard to breathe. A bit of panic
flashed across his features but the other remained perfectly calm.
“How old are you Sebastian? Sixteen? Seventeen?”
“Six-sixteen.” Sebastian stuttered, watching as Jim unbuckled his belt from his
pants and pulled it out with a snap. He could feel the happy flutters dying in
his stomach.
“Has your daddy ever spanked you?” The leather was dragged across Sebastian’s
exposed chest, pushing away the tie before trailing down his tauntingly thighs.
Sebastian looked away and stared at the wall, waiting for the worst. “When I
was little I suppose.” Even though he was ready and all his muscles pulled
tight into a slightly uncomfortable position he hadn’t been ready for the burn
the fast lash left across his thigh and instinctively he pulled down to try and
cover that area but it only worked to yank on his shoulders.
“Very nice. Shall we try that again?” Sebastian didn’t answer; he pushed his
toes under him trying to relieve the pressure from his chest and arms. The belt
was brought down across his thighs, his back, shoulders, and stomach-
everywhere. The thick leather wrapped around his body leaving wide pink welts
that stung and made him jump against his best intentions. Still he didn’t make
a noise other than chocked yelps that were caught in his mouth. “This is what
use to be called tanning a hide; do you know why people tan a hide?”
“No sir.” A lash hit sharp across the soft flesh right under his arse and he
let out a small whimper. “No James.”
“Good enough. Hunters do it before they skin their beasts. You have such a
lovely hide, my tiger.” Sebastian’s breathing got heavier and he started to
yank on the ropes holding him, feet curling under him as he tried to lift
himself up and away from the psycho. The belt was brought down harder and
faster until Sebastian stilled with a panicked whimper. “Now, now that was
stupid. Is your brother as stupid as you?”
Sebastian’s whole body froze at the mention of his brother. His head snapped up
and a feral growl left his chest. “Don’t you dare talk about him.”
“Why not, if he looks anything like you I’d love to play with him.” The belt
was brought down across Sebastian’s arse and he snarled, twisting futilely at
the ropes in hopes of getting his hands around the other’s neck. “So angry. He
is your twin isn’t he, a little trouble maker; he could use a good spanking.”
“Stop! You have me! Stop.” Pain seared through the teen’s body as the leather
was snapped across any place that was left untouched, leaving him a fairly
uniform shade of pink. This time he let out a groan every time it kissed the
skin that was already welted and hissed each time it slapped across his groin,
just above his already tender prick. He was grateful, at the very least, that
Jim seemed to know what he was doing.
The belt lashed out one last time across Sebastian’s cheek and he cursed. “Oh
tut-tut, your daddy should have paid a lot more attention to you. Nothing but a
little whore aren’t you, filthy mouth and all. And Severin, or you call him Rin
don’t you, is just as bad.” Sebastian ran his tongue across the split skin of
his cheek then spit with all the courage he could muster but it landed
pathetically against his welted chest. “That was just disgusting. Clearly this
method isn’t getting through.”
James turned away from the young whore, setting the belt down next to him and
moved to a sleek looking luggage case. Sebastian tried to push himself up on
his toes to stop the sting in his arms that throbbed over the ache of his body.
This had been a dumb idea. This had been so dumb. Rin didn’t even know where he
was. “I’m sorry sir! Please, you don’t have to pay me the rest! Just let me go,
I changed my mind!”
There was a shrill giggle and the man turned around with a serrated hunting
knife. It was completely silver and glinted in the low light of the room.
Sebastian’s heart jumped and he started scooting as far back as the ropes would
let him but it yanked on his shoulders and make it harder to breathe than it
already was. He kept muttering nonsense apologies and making promises, promises
not to tell and to be good. Anything. “Hush, hush, I don’t want to kill you,
yet.” While the words were said as if to comfort the scared teen it only worked
him up more and the promises were replaced with vile curses. “Is that any way
for a young man to behave. I might just have to cut that tongue out if you keep
this up.”
Sebastian closed his mouth and whimpered. His eyes darted about the room for a
means of escape but it was no use if he couldn’t get his arms out. “I prepaid
you fifty, are you going to give me my money back or did you already spend it.”
Sebastian’s chin dropped to his chest and he started shaking. He just wanted to
go home and make dinner for Rin. Dad wasn’t home for the weekend; then again,
he was never home, always something about war and politics. No time for his
messed up twins.
“I can get you the money, just please!”
The tip of the knife was pulled across Sebastian’s strung up arm and Jim
brought his face in close enough that each little breath sent hot air into the
teen’s face. “What did you spend the money on? A lawyer? To make Rin’s charges
go away?” Sebastian pulled he face away only to have the knife dig into his
forearm, not hard enough to make it bleed but just so he’d know it was there.
“There is no escaping me my dove. Rin is an adult now isn’t he. Looks like jail
for him. So sad, maybe they will let you take his place.” The knife was pressed
in hard so it pushed through the first few layers of skin. “Or you can ask
daddy to make it all better for you, to take care of you. I only ask for one
thing in return.”
Sebastian gulped and looked up into the dark eyes of his client. “What?”
“Your loyalty to me and your body.”
“Fuck off.” Jim clicked his tongue and the knife was shoved the rest of the way
in. Sebastian screamed and bucked around in the bounds as fear surged through
his body. Jim just laughed, a high pitch cackle that suited him more than
Sebastian would have liked to admit. The knife was pulled from his arm and the
warm blood seeped from the hole, running down to the nook of his elbow and
congealing there in an itchy warm glob.
The knife was shoved flush against Sebastian’s jugular and the boy whimpered
out another pitiful plead. “Oh my sweet darling, I bought you for the whole
weekend and I intend to get what I paid for. By the end of this you might even
find you enjoy it but if you don’t there are only two ways out of here, both
will be given by me.” The knife was pressed a little closer and the boy just
nodded weakly. “Good boy, now behave, I know you want the money.”
Sebastian’s stomach dropped through his body, he needed the money, and it was a
lot of money. He swallowed hard when the knife was removed from his throat and
looked up at the wound on his arm. Not too deep, still bleeding, stinging but
ignorable. Relief washed over the boy as he heard the knife get set on the
wooden dresser but panic quickly rushed back when he saw a bull whip and a
small rounded purple piece of plastic.
“You can fuck me! That’s what we agreed to!”
“No, actually we agreed to the whole weekend, nothing else. Be more careful
with your words tiger.” Sebastian thrashed against the rope but couldn’t get a
grip to pull himself up without dropping and finding it hard to breathe.
Already his arms were starting to get sore, burning around the rotator cuffs
and wrists, but he needed the money, Sev needed the money. He stilled his
movements and hung his head again. “There’s a good boy.”
Jim crawled up on the bed behind him and Sebastian tried to crane his neck to
see what was going on only to get whacked and told to look forward. He felt
lube get worked up inside his rectum, fingers brushed lightly against his
prostate, then something wide- probably the purple thing he had seen- was
worked up inside him. He was already fairly stretched, he’d learned the hard
way to prep before you did a job but the object still stretched him and caused
him to keen softly. It was nestled right under his prostate and every squirm he
made to keep his breath from stopping made it push up against it, wasn’t bad
though, not until it started buzzing of its own accord.
Sebastian screeched and pulled himself up by his arms as if that would help get
away from the strange sensation that was sending shocks straight to his cock.
“Now, now dear, you are going to hurt yourself like that.” He was already in
pain though, his body felt sore and too warm, arms tired and anus, god.
Sebastian closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath, trying his best
not to clench around the vibrator but that had been a mistake because the
instant his eyes were closed the whip was lashed against him, curling around
his back and snapping at his thigh. He screamed. He didn’t mean to but he did
and his eyes went wide in shock. That had hurt. That had hurt a lot.
“Please don’t-” Another strike rained down and soon there was barely any time
between them. He could feel blood seeping from some of the welts but it didn’t
stop James, lash after lash cracked against Sebastian’s skin and echoed through
the room along with his small yelps. It stung, it burned and he wasn’t able to
keep count but he knew it had only been a few and already he wanted it to stop,
wanted to be able to breathe properly and move. Bleary eyed the teen looked up
at his client once the whip stilled and glared. “Stop… please!”
“You don’t like this?” The whip was brought down on the boy’s back and he
arched up, pulling the vibrator up with it which sent jolts of pleasure along
with the pain. “You shouldn’t have been so naughty.” There was another stroke
and Sebastian was whimpering. The pleasure and the pain paired with not being
able to breathe or move without making his arms ache had him dizzy. Confusion
and panic claimed him. His breathing was coming sharper, quick inhales and
panting exhales, his face was twisted into a grimace and his pleas were
interrupted by shrieks each time the leather spilt skin.
When the whip was finally put away there were dark lines of red and purple
across the whore’s chest, back and thighs. His head was spinning, breath still
coming too fast and sharp and tears threatened to start falling. “Please… I’ll
be good…” He kept muttering, unsure if that’s what he was supposed to say but
knowing he wanted it to stop. The vibrator hadn’t stilled, it was less
noticeable under the pain of his body but still it buzzed against his prostate
making it impossible to focus on anything. “Please James…”
“Hush now, that part is over.” Sebastian let out a small sob at Jim’s words.
The whip was set in the case and a cup of water was taken back over. “You
thirsty?” Sebastian nodded and gulped gratefully at the cup pressed against his
lips. His throat was so raw. The cup was taken away once it was empty and
Sebastian thought about asking for more but didn’t, he didn’t want to be taken
care of. He wanted to be let down.
The vibrator was still going, but the low buzz was being covered by the ache in
his shoulders, he must have twisted more than he realized. His legs were
shaking and arms but he couldn’t get close enough to the bed to give his body a
break. “Are we done?” He asked numbly, toes scraping along the cotton sheets.
“Oh my innocent little darling.” James purred and Sebastian had his answer. He
gulped against the lump in his throat, and whimpered when he saw Jim head back
to the trunk. “You really are quite the looker Sebastian.”
“Thanks.” The boy grunted past his fear. “You are too.”
“Ah-ah-ah, no flirting is going to save you my dear. I think some of my friends
would love to see you. They would be so jealous. Shall we tease them?” Jim
giggled and turned around holding a sharpie and a smart phone as if they were
platters of food balanced in the palm of his hands. “You don’t mind do you?”
“Well-”
“Doesn’t matter!” The man sing-songed and skipped over to the bound whore. The
ropes were lowered so that Sebastian’s knees rested on the mattress and
shoulders could relax, he gave a grateful sigh. His breathing coming easy again
as dark spots washed across his vision for a second. “What should I write...”
He didn’t respond this time, he knew better, just hung his head and let his
shoulders slouch as much as they could. He could hear Jim behind him, crawling
up onto the bed and settling down. There was a pop from the cap of the marker
and then something cold was drawn across his back. He wouldn’t be able to wash
it off, it’d be stuck there until soap finally faded it. He was nothing but a
stupid whore, this was all his fault. Severin; Severin needed this, this would
make it all better. He took several deep breaths and closed his eyes, fighting
the urge to try and look back.
Jim giggled behind him with each line of the cold felt tip. He could tell the
difference in pressure and with of marks but still had no idea what they were.
The fake shutter of the smart phone went off and Sebastian winced, not from
pain, just embarrassment. “Almost done, just got to get the front. Straighten
up for me.” Sebastian followed the orders, this side was easier, he could watch
as the word ‘SLUT’ was written in big bubble letters across his abdomen. “What
do you think?”
Sebastian looked away, earning himself a harsh slap to his cheek. “We aren’t
finished, I know the perfect touch.” Jim bounced off the bed, over to the
wardrobe and came back with a thick black collar, name tags hanging off the u-
loop and Sebastian could just barely make out a JM.
“I don’t wanna…” He twisted away, pushing the vibrator higher up his rectum and
moaning.
“Aw, but it’s the perfect piece, daddy insists.” The collar was wrapped tight
around his wind pipe, making him gag at first before Jim loosened it and
buckled the clasp. It felt strange against his throat and try as the boy did,
he couldn’t see anything other than the gleam of the little tags and the
degrading words. Jim’s hand slid into his pocket and Sebastian’s eyes went
wide. Suddenly the buzzing wasn’t ignorable anymore, it was throbbing making
his thighs clench and mouth hang wide and his body adjusted to the stimuli.
“Ja-James…” Sebastian begged, eyes fluttering closed and hands desperately
pulling to touch his now aching erection. The sound of the cheesy shutter went
off over and over again and Sebastian’s cheeks went a deep red. “Don’t, send-
please!” His mind was shorting out on him and the only thing he knew was that
suddenly the vibrating seemed to shake everything, his prostate, his balls, his
cock, but it wasn’t enough. A string of curses fell from the teen’s lips as
well as promises if Jim turned off the thing, or gave him something- anything.
The sensation kept going up until Sebastian was practically crying and begging
for Jim to touch him. It just wasn’t enough, he needed more, needed relief.
Being able to move and bounce around in his restraints only made it worse
because every time he moved the probe shifted and hit a new spot. The teen was
moaning and seeing stars. “Please, daddy, please!” The sickening sound of the
shutter was still going off recording the humiliation Sebastian was under.
“My friends are going to just eat this up, and once they know you have a twin…”
“Leave Rin Out!”
“So feisty tiger. Are you afraid I will let one of them touch him like this?
Maybe I will just take him myself, I am kind, don’t you think?” Sebastian
squeezed his eyes shut in attempts to block out the lilting Irish drawl. He
felt sick having the warmth of his impending orgasm fluttering through his
stomach as he pictured his brother. “Does he have a big cock ‘Bastian? Big and
inexperienced like yours?” He didn’t want to come to that image but the
flutters were getting stronger and the buzzing was too. “Have you kissed him?”
“No! Stop!”
“Do you want to? Do you want to run your hands across his chest? Twist his pink
nipples?” The shutter went off again and Sebastian felt a tear roll down his
cheek. He was so close. He could see Rin’s chest, it was slightly slimmer than
his but only they could tell and there was a birth mark that Sebastian didn’t
have right under his left rib. He was a good looking boy. No. No, that wasn’t
what he was going to picture. “I bet that tongue could do so much.” Sebastian
opened his mouth and screamed as the vibrator milked out stream after stream of
hot semen from him then he collapsed into the last twitches of his orgasm with
Rin’s tongue still on his mind and a dirty feeling settling in his chest.
The vibrator went dead seconds later and Sebastian was still panting, tears
rolling down his cheeks and the most pathetic puppy dog pout playing across his
features. “Did you have fun?” He didn’t answer. He was in pain, his arse was
raw and his shoulders throbbed, as did his head. Jim laughed and refilled the
cup of water, bringing it over with two little red pills that he shoved into
Sebastian’s mouth claiming it was for the pain. Sebastian swallowed without
caring.
He was cleaned up after that. His come was wiped away, collar tugged back
around to show off the little tags and the vibrator pulled out of his arse. Jim
kissed his cheek and told him he did ‘so well that they’d make a good boy of
him yet’. He was left chained up to the celling when Jim pranced out of the
room wishing him a good night and telling him he’d be back later. Sebastian
felt scared and alone, echoes and the streets chatter seemed to be more
threatening knowing that there was nothing he could do to fight off an attacker
but all the same sleep came easy due to his worn out body and the pain meds.
Not soon after the door slammed shut was his head lolling to the side and
peaceful snores rolling from his mouth.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I broke it into chapters for convince of reading.
Sebastian woke up to his hair being stroked gently and a plate piled high with
toast and fruits being shoved under his nose. He lifted his head with a groan
to see the man who bought him, the man who tortured him and left him there all
night. Everything in the room was left the same expect for the green comforter
had been taken off the bed sometime while Sebastian had been sleeping. He
wondered how long he’d been out but his thoughts were interrupted by his body.
His shoulders ached as did the rest of him, but his shoulders the most.
“There is my little whore. Good morning Sebby, I brought you breakfast.” Jim’s
cheery disposition did nothing for Sebastian’s headache. He grunted and looked
away. “Just some toast, and pineapple to make your come taste better. Open
wide.”
“Let me feed myself.” Sebastian shook the ropes, begging to be release but Jim
just laughed and held out a piece of pineapple. “Let me feed myself please.”
Sebastian’s stomach gurgled. The fruit smelled sickly sweet, it’d probably burn
his chapped lips, but the bright yellow fruit was appealing all the same.
Jim dragged the fruit across Sebastian’s lips teasingly, allowing the juices to
run down the teen’s chin after stinging his chapped lips. “Open up.” Slowly
Sebastian did as he was told and the food was slid carefully into his lips,
fingers helping to push it farther then lingering. “Go on, eat it.” Jim’s
finger was still in his mouth, resting lightly on the top of his tongue but he
swallowed around it which seemed to make Jim giggle with glee. The rest of the
food was given to him in the same manner; even the bread got torn apart and fed
to him in small bits. As much as he wished he could say he hated it, he
couldn’t. His stomach growled and begged for more as the empty plate was taken
back to the dresser despite having just eaten.
“Thank you…” Sebastian whispered, half-hoping Jim didn’t catch it.
“Of course baby.”
The teen blushed at the pet name and licked his lips. “Is there anymore?” His
hopes were crushed by Jim’s snicker and he felt his stomach growl yet again.
“A little piggy aren’t you? Acting like you’ve never eaten before, don’t worry,
you’re in my care now and I'll make sure you're fed.” Jim had his back turned
to Sebastian the whole time he spoke. It was obvious he wasn’t getting more
fruit, he wasn’t sure what he was doing but he hadn’t been expecting the man to
turn around with the knife that had been pressed against his throat the night
before.
Sebastian swallowed hard past the fear balling up in his throat. Jim wouldn’t
kill him. He didn’t know the man, but he wouldn’t kill him. “I don’t like
knives.”
“I like knives and you are here to please me. Where should I start?” The man
asked, trailing the tip down Sebastian’s stomach, the boy lashed out, bucking
and scooting away on his knees frantically. “Ah-ah-ah, such a naughty thing.”
Jim stepped away and yanked on the end of the rope, pulling Sebastian’s knees
off the bed again and causing him to swing forward on his already sore muscles.
“You stay right there, now, where I should start.”
Sebastian whimpered as he watched the tip of the knife drag across his pecs,
down to his hips and criss cross his thighs, never enough pressure to cut. When
the knife finally did break skin on his right side, spilling his bright red
blood across his leg he had to look away. The pain wasn’t all that bad, it
stung and tingled as air hit it but it wasn’t so bad. Jim kept muttering about
how pretty he looked, tan skin covered in deep red blood, and he made an
identical cut on the other side.
That seemed to be the last of the controlled marks.
Jim went wild, knife slashing across Sebastian’s thighs with ease, then across
his pecs and arms. Sebastian was like a pure canvas just waiting for him to
mar. Each flat surface opened an endless array of possibilities. Sharp jabs
that left shallow but flowing holes, long gashes that left Sebastian mewling
and squirming in the other direction, quick drawls across the whore’s back and
thighs crossing and weaving streams of blood flowing down to the white linens.
“Tell me how it feels.”
“Hur-urts!”
“Good.”
“Stop! Please!”
Sebastian earned himself a deep slash across his stomach and Jim leaned in
close to the whimpering teen. “Who do you belong to?”
“No one! Let me go!” Tears were hanging from the blond's eye lashes and his
chest was heaving in fear. The knife was shoved into his thigh right above his
knee and he screamed. “Please! I’ll behave, learned my lesson!”
“Who do you belong to, whore.” The words were harsher than anything the man had
said the whole weekend. Sebastian didn’t know what he wanted so he just looked
away and waited for the worst. With a snarl the knife was brought up to his
pecs and he could feel the skin splitting apart. It was more planned than the
other cuts, one line starting where another ended but it also burned more and
Sebastian found himself pleading and closing his eyes against it. Once finished
Jim took a step back and smiled. “Who do you belong to?”
“Please…”
“Tell me!”
“I don’t know sir…” Sebastian let out a scream as the knife pulled across his
nose and blood pooled into his open mouth. He spit and started shaking because
his chest was heaving so fast trying to hold in sobs that threatened to spill
forth.
“You’ll learn.” Jim snapped and tossed the knife so that it stuck in the wall
behind Sebastian, missing him but barely. The boy gulped and opened his eyes
slowly. “You thirsty?” Jim’s voice was calm again, almost as if he hadn’t been
ready to kill seconds ago, but Sebastian’s racing heart remembered. Still, he
nodded and happily drained the water offered to him.
He was allowed to catch his breath, arms not lowered but nothing happening to
his pain-ridden body. Blood was caked onto every crevice of his body. His nose
had stopped bleeding along with some of the smaller gashes, but they still
stung though and every time he stretched he could feel the skin split further.
He just wanted to sleep.
Jim turned around after a few minutes, holding in one hand a riding crop and in
the other a small Bic lighter. Sebastian couldn’t help but gulp. “Pick one.”
“What?”
“I despise repeating myself dear.”
Sebastian’s eyes went wide and he looked between the two torture devices. He
was used to burns. Burns were localized while the whip could crash anywhere
across his broken flesh. “The lig-ght-ghter.” Jim gave it an appraising look
then set the whip back on the dresser.
“Good choice.” Jim flicked the flame on and watched it intensely as did
Sebastian. “Have you ever been burned before?”
“Yea-”
Jim smiled and let go of the thumb pad, putting out the flame then pressed it
against Sebastian’s inner thigh. The teen jolted backward and cursed as the
sweet smell of brunt hair filled the room. When Jim clicked on the flame again
Sebastian was already scooting backwards and crying. The hot metal got pressed
to the inside of his thighs, to his lower abdomen and across his chest. Each
time it pressed it gave off a sizzling noise and left a pink mark that looked
like a one-eyed smiley face.
It didn’t matter how far Sebastian jumped back, the lighter still made contact
with his skin. It was when he moved the most that there would be light pink
burns blistered into the yellow wounds and made him snivel. “Oh honey, the
noises you are making.” He just wanted it to be over. The realization he still
had a one more day with the sick bastard made him start to sob in earnest. Jim
reached down to pull at his balls and giggled.
“Wh-what are you doing?” Sebastian stuttered, twisting his sore arms away from
the man.
“I should make these the Crown jewels.” He said before pulling them as far as
he could away from his body then letting them slap back against Sebastian’s
arse. The teen was sniffling, trying to regain composure over his aching body.
His shoulders felt like they were burning right along with the rest of his skin
and it was a struggle to keep himself propped up on his toes to keep from
putting more weight on them than needed.
Jim turned around with a silver wire shaped into a small crown that had a long
end so Jim could hold it and a new lighter. The flame had started to flicker
out on the other one. “Do you plan on having kids Sebastian?”
“Oh god. Oh god. No, please don’t!”
“No? Well that’s a good answer then. I haven’t done this before, might fuck it
up.” Jim giggled and twirled the shaped wire easily between his fingers. “But I
rarely mess up anything tiger, don’t fear.” Sebastian’s bottom lip was
quivering and he was giving the best puppy eyes he could as his thighs pulled
close together in hopes of hiding his junk. Jim just slapped his thigh and told
him to stop, reaching between his legs to play with his balls again. The man
pulled out a rubber band from his pocket and wrapped it around the base of the
boy’s balls so the skin was pulled tight. “This is going to hurt.” Sebastian
pleaded for him to stop, he twisted on his ties, yanking his arms painfully
every time. Jim held the flame to the tip of the poker until it started to glow
red, by that time Sebastian had stilled, he had a feeling that if his movements
fucked up the little crown James would just redo it until he liked it or ran
out of space.
“Take a deep breath and hold it, try not to scream” Jim commanded once he
flicked off the flame and moved so he could get a good angle. Sebastian tried,
but his breathing just picked up and he started to hyperventilate as the thin,
red metal got closer. When it was pressed into his skin he screamed. He
couldn’t help it. The skin there was so sensitive and everything just seemed to
go white with pain.
He didn’t know when he had stopped screaming but when he opened his eyes his
thighs were covered in ice water and Jim was watching him thoughtfully.
“You make an awful lot of noise.”
“You branded my nuts.” Sebastian snapped, groaning when it made his chest move
and caused the cuts to start throbbing again. Jim nodded his agreement and
walked closer.
“I was just wondering if Severin was a little noise maker too.” Sebastian’s
face went white. “I bet he is, probably even louder since he always had big
brother to take care of everything for him. Wonder how loud he’d scream after a
couple of-”
Sebastian kicked off the end of the bed, his blue eyes glowing and mouth pulled
into a snarl. He didn’t even make it two inches from the bed before he gave a
loud scream and crumpled, tears pouring down his cheeks, toes hanging above the
floor barely brushing the carpet and arms twisted the wrong direction. He
looked like a marionette just hanging there swinging back and forth.
“Now tiger, that was so very dumb.” Jim pushed him towards the bed and let the
ropes down a smidgen. “See what you did to yourself.” Sebastian was crying
silently and didn’t have the strength to fight off the older man. He was going
to die. He was going to be left under the bed to be found by the next patron,
he had been so stupid. So stupid. “I had something fun planned for you but
it’ll probably just hurt you now.” Jim’s voice was uncharacteristically sweet
and caring. “But that was your fault baby, daddy didn’t want to hurt you.” The
teen didn’t care anymore.
“Can I go home please…”
Jim tutted at him and kissed his lips gently. He reached to the side and bought
up a giant dildo, at least twice as thick as a normal dick and long enough to
look skinny. Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat once more. He couldn’t
take that. Not after everything. It was going to hurt so damn much. He just
wanted to go to sleep. He just wanted to eat. “It’s pretty huh, look at you
staring. I could tell you were a size queen.”
The dildo was placed under Sebastian’s rectum and he was told to hold it still
with his feet then bounce on it. Lube was smeared up in his rectum but no other
help was given. “Well, go on.” Sebastian couldn’t pull his legs up with his
arms without screaming, his stomach was growling and stinging but he managed to
get it angled under his arse and started to sit down on it, keening as it
pushed open his rectum and tore open his arse. There was nothing he could do to
make the drop easier so he just plopped down and screeched as blood seeped down
his thigh.
“Now up.”
“I-I can’t.”
“Use your arms tiger.” The boy whimpered but did as he was told, pulling up on
the dislocated joints but only making it up a few inches before he was
screaming and had to let go. Everything hurt. It hurt so bad. “Are you really
this useless? I don’t have time for such useless pets.” Jim reached in his
trouser pocket and pulled out a small hand gun and pressed it to Sebastian’s
temple. “Try again.”
Sebastian was bawling, sobs wracking his chest. He couldn’t do it, he just
couldn’t. He swallowed hard and tried once again to lift himself off the fake
prick jammed up his arse. He barely moved that time. Slumped over himself he
started pleading pathetically. He promised to pay Jim back, promised his life,
to try again later, to make it better but the man just cocked the gun and
pressed it against the boys temple harder. Panicked for his life Sebastian made
a desperate attempt to lift himself up and despite the throbbing and shocks of
pain that felt like everything in his shoulders and chest were being torn from
his body he managed to bounce twice, both sad little humps but a bounce none
the less then flopped forward. He was going to die. It was so funny. He was
going to fucking die.
“What are you laughing at? I have no use for a broken pet.” The trigger was
pulled and Sebastian took a deep breath waiting for the pain to end. That’s
what happened when people died, the pain ended. He was in so much pain, he felt
so sorry for Rin. He failed him. Maybe there was a heaven and he’d get to see
his brother again and explain that he had tried.
The end never came, just a hollow click and slowly the teen opened his eyes to
peer up at his captor. The gun was empty. Fucking empty. Laughter shook the
teen’s chest and he couldn’t stop. It had been fucking empty. Tears rolled
silently down his cheeks as he cackled madly to the sight of Jim’s bored face.
Empty.
He didn’t remember falling asleep.
--
When Sebastian woke up he was in a warm bath that smelt soft like rose petals.
His cuts were sewed up and all the blood was washed away. It must have been
washed away before he got in the bath because the water was still clear. His
shoulders were back in place, he could tell because he could move them. Slowly
he sat up, grunting at the movement.
“Ah-ah-ah baby, lay back. I’m taking care of you.”
“James?” Sebastian asked, swallowing down his pride and leaning back to let the
man pour warm water across his chest. The man smiled down at him and nodded
before pressing his soft lips to the teen's. Sebastian was washed off, helped
out of the tub and wrapped in a thick fluffy towel that definitely wasn’t the
hotel's. He was brought to the bed that had been changed. It was soft to his
wounded back and he smiled to himself.
“Are you hungry dear?” Sebastian nodded enthusiastically even though he was
still trying to process this shift. He didn't think he had died. In death he
didn’t think his body would still ache the way it did, he didn’t think he’d
still have those vile words written across his chest or the cuts that resembled
a jagged JM. “What do you want?”
“Gummy worms and beer.” Jim gave him a disgusted look as he texted something on
his phone. “And, and I want my money…”
Jim chuckled and patted the boy’s thigh gently, everything about him now was
gentle. “You will get your money, you will also find that they found the real
rapist and Severin is off the hook. They have a DNA link to the criminal and an
eye witness.” Sebastian’s eyes went wide as he processed the information.
“How.”
“The DI’s a friend.”
“Thank you.” Sebastian let out a sigh of relief and let himself relax back in
the bed. He’d cry later over the generosity Jim showed. He’d get to keep Rin
close, they wouldn’t be separated and they’d get money. He could get them
winter coats.
“But my gifts can be taken away just as easily as they were dealt.” Sebastian
whimpered and looked up to Jim’s face that had suddenly gone dark. He was
flipping through pictures on his phone and turned it so Sebastian could see. It
was a photo of Rin, he was eating a hamburger with a group of soccer mates. He
looked happy and almost exactly like Sebastian but his hair was a little darker
and his jaw a tad narrower. “He’s a looker. It’d be a shame for him to get
locked up, or used.” Sebastian didn’t react at that anymore, just nodded. “The
reaction to you was priceless.” The picture of Rin was flicked away and text
messages from faceless names flashed across the screen of the smart phone. ‘God
I want a bottle of his blood.’ ‘Is his arse still tight?’ ‘Is he a screamer?’…
‘How much?’ Sebastian looked up at James waiting for the disgusting slide show
to end. “Imagine if they knew there were two of you. But you, and your brother,
will be safe under my protection.”
“What do I have to do?”
"You are mine, when I come get you, you will come willingly without a scene and
you may never say no. Or else." Jim’s finger’s brushed away the wet blond hair
that was sticking to the teen’s forehead. “And only mine.”
“I get money and Rin is safe?”
“Of course my Tiger.”
“Okay.” Sebastian said quickly. Jim had been kind enough to clean him up after
hurting him, he’d kept his promise to give him money and he was offering him
more than he could ever wish for. He was like a sick fairy god father. “I’ll do
it.”
“Very good, ma petite putain.” Jim kissed him and Sebastian kissed back for the
first time. “Yes, ma petite putainn.”
“What’s that mean?” The teen asked and Jim just smiled.
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