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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Magi:_The_Labyrinth_of_Magic
  Relationship:
      Jafar/Sinbad_(Magi), Jafar/Judal_|_Judar_(Magi)
  Character:
      Sinbad_(Magi), Jafar_(Magi), Ren_Kouen, Ren_Kougyoku, Ren_Kouha, Judal_|
      Judar_(Magi), Yamuraiha_|_Yamraiha, Sharrkan_(Magi), Alibaba_Saluja,
      Kassim_|_Cassim_(Magi), Hinahoho_(Magi), Pisti_(Magi), Drakon_(Magi),
      Spartos_Leoxses, Masrur_(Magi)
  Additional Tags:
      Heavy_gore, Murder, Self-Harm, PTSD, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse,
      Implied/Referenced_Torture, Implied/Referenced_Drug_Use, Implied/
      Referenced_Underage_Sex, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Physical_Abuse, Branding,
      slight_BDSM, Smoking, Insanity, Sexual_Abuse, Heavy_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-26 Updated: 2018-03-04 Chapters: 3/? Words: 14097
****** Wolf In Sheep's Clothing ******
by BrokenWings395
Summary
     Ja'far always knew there was a monster in the room.
     He could feel it staring at him, teeth bloodied and claws sharp.
     He never realized that the monster he was staring at was just his own
     reflection.
     The monster. Was him.
***** The Life Of An Assassian *****
Blood.
Ja'far had forgotten what the liquid was even for.
The red, iron smelling fluid was the only thing on his hands after a day of
hard work.
He kinda liked the warm feeling, it made him feel alive. It gave him a purpose
in life.
A reason to live after all his pain and suffering as a child.
His victim laid dead under him, the girl's hazel eyes dull and lifeless, blood
dripping down her pale face.
She was an easy kill, and sent a message to her father in debt.
He got up and started to walk away from the scene, the road barely illuminated
from the street lights with dying bulbs.
The night was silent, like death, the one thing he was surrounded by his entire
life.
Ja'far took out his box of cigarettes, along with a lighter. He took a
cigarette out, put the box back into his pocket, and lit the cigarette.
He put it in his mouth, breathing in a good whiff of nicotine. He sighed as he
blew out a puff of smoke, leaning against a brick wall.
"So, great job with that," a voice said from above as a figure jumped down from
the rooftop.
Ja'far sighed, taking another whiff of the cigarette, "Just hand me the money,
Judar."
Judar laughed, his red eyes nearly glowing in the dark alleyway, handing the
pale haired boy a large stack of cash, "Here ya go."
Ja'far sighed, taking the cash and stuffing it in the pocket of his hoodie.
Judar chuckled, "Come back to headquarters, we have a new target for you after
your little 'break'."
Ja'far nodded, puffing out the smoke.
Judar smirked, walking over and running his finger along Ja'far's chin before
walking away, vanishing into the darkness of the night.
Ja'far sighed, walking back to his apartment, he was thankful he wore a black
hoodie, where blood was nearly impossible to see on.
The complex was silent except for a few barking dogs, which annoyed Ja'far
every night. His cat, Bella, played with the small toys he had bought her. The
calico was pretty happy with her toys, even if she didn't have many.
Ja'far made sure to get his small I.D, which they had given him so they could
identify him easily. He set his weapon for this kill down, a small knife, and
walked over to Bella, stroking the small cat behind her ears.
She purred in delight, loving the feeling of her owner's touch.
Ja'far smiled softly as he stopped and went to fill her food bowl as well as
replace her water with fresh water. Bella watched him from her cat bed, where a
small mouse toy lay between her two front paws.
Ja'far tried to keep the monster inside of him caged, but the bars were rusted
and easy to break.
It scratched and it growled, roaring in his mind. Ja'far tried to tell himself
the monster wasn't him.
But the monster only became stronger with each kill.
Sometimes he would look in the cracked mirror, seeing himself in every panel of
glass. Instead of a human, he saw a monster.
A monster who spilled blood on these streets, and yet, he could still feel the
blood on his hands. The blood he had washed off moments before, it forever
stained his hands.
Bella letting out a loud meow snapped Ja'far out of his thoughts, him gently
smiling at the cat as he got out the pack of cat food and the bowl. He filled
it while he felt Bella's eyes on him, watching his every move.
Ja'far sighed, using the scoop inside of the bag to fill up her bowl, his ears
catching every little sound. The sounds of footsteps as people walked to their
apartments, people opening and closing doors, dogs barking, every sound filled
his ears.
He sighed as he tried to block out the sounds, putting Bella's food bowl down
on the ground. The cat jumped from the counter and started eating her food.
Ja'far smiled, walking over to the sink to fill her water bowl.
He had to meet Judar at headquarters in a few minutes. So he hurried to fill
her bowl, put it on the floor, and ready himself to go back out into the
darkened world.
The complex was silent when he walked out, the only sound was an owl hooting
from the forest behind the complex.
Ja'far's eyes looked around before walking off, heading towards an abandoned
warehouse only a block over. His mind was everywhere, stuck in a constant loop
between sanity and insanity.
A few kids walked by him, talking about normal things, not giving a care in the
world for the pale haired teen.
Ja'far didn't mind, his dark green eyes focusing on the road in front of him.
He kept walking, turning a corner to where the slums of the town were. Gangs
roamed here, drugs were sold here, and Ja'far's headquarters were here. It was
the abandoned warehouse at the end of the street.
He could feel the eyes of others on him as he walked down the cracked sidewalk,
a few whistling at him to try and get his attention. Ja'far ignored them,
walking past them as he got closer and closer to what he called hell on earth.
Judar was waiting at the entrance in his black leather jacket, ripped black
jeans, and black boots. His red eyes locked onto Ja'far as the assassin got
closer and closer.
"Looking broken as always," Judar sneered as Ja'far stopped in front of him.
Ja'far's expression didn't change at the comment, and he took off his hoodie.
He had his black tank top underneath which showed his tattoo. His mark. His
title.
The tattoo was of a white snake appearing to curl around his arm, it's long
fangs bloodied.
Judar flicked his finger at Ja'far's lip piercing, smirking, "Come inside now,
you have work to do you know?"
Ja'far nodded and walked inside, heading directly to the large meeting room
where he was assigned every target.
Judar closed the door and walked beside him, grabbing the waistband of Ja'far's
jeans and pulling the side down slightly.
On his hip was a black sun. Ja'far was branded. Nothing more than property.
Judar's property.
Ja'far sighed as they entered the room, Judar taking his place at the table at
the front. He pulled out a sheet of paper from the drawer, handing it to
Ja'far. It was his new target's information.
Name: Sinbad
Age: 18
Occupation: Student at Sindria High School
Ja'far continued to read the information, taking it all in.
Judar chuckled, "I have got you enrolled in the school, you start your mission
tomorrow. Here is your schedule for the school. Make sure you memorize his
classes too and when he is away from others."
Judar handed Ja'far another sheet of paper, the assassin taking it and looking
over it. He nodded, "Is there anything else you want of me, Judar?" He sneered
the last part, his green eyes locked onto the other's menacing red.
Judar smirked, "Not at the moment. But maybe later I will." He winked at
Ja'far, before motioning for him to leave.
Ja'far nodded and left the room, walking out of the building and lighting
another cigarette. Dogs started barking at him as he walked down the sidewalk,
more people whistling at him.
Ja'far sighed, putting the lit cigarette in his mouth and breathing in the
tobacco and nicotine.
His mind swirled with thoughts from both the angel and the devil on his
shoulder, but it seemed his angel was slowly dying. He felt he was on a
tightrope, and the rope was on the brink of snapping under him.
He kept walking, puffing out the smoke from the cigarette, waiting a few
seconds, then breathed in another whiff of the drug.
When he made it back to his apartment, he stripped down to his boxers and
crawled under the covers, the cigarette from earlier in an ashtray at the front
of the complex.
Bella crawled into her cat bed near Ja'far's bed, giving a small swish of her
tail before she settled to fall asleep. Ja'far buried his head in the soft
pillows as he closed his eyes, falling sleep slowly.
Soon, the light of morning arrived, Ja'far waking up early as usual. He slowly
opened his eyes and sat up, stretching as he started to fully awake. Bella was
awake already, playing with one of her toys.
Ja'far got out of the bed and started to dress in his usual attire, sliding his
hoodie over his head. He yawned a bit before heading to the bathroom to brush
his teeth. Bella followed him, the small mouse toy in her mouth.
Ja'far sighed as he picked up the toothbrush, putting some toothpaste on it,
and started brushing. Bella meowed and pawed at the cabinet, her pretty brown
eyes staring up at her owner.
Ja'far refused to look in the mirror as he brushed, already feeling the monster
awake and ready to start another day of torture.
Ja'far turned the faucet on and spit out the remaining toothpaste in his mouth,
rinsing his mouth out good before grabbing his comb and running it through his
hair a few times.
He walked into the kitchen and ate a quick breakfast, looking over his
schedule. He could drive to the school, it wasn't that far. But he could walk
too, he had no problem with it.
Ja'far heard a knock at the door and got up, walking over to the door and
opening it to reveal Judar. The black haired teen chuckled, "I thought you
could use a small lift to the school, don't want you wearing yourself out."
Ja'far could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and he sighed, "Fine."
Judar smirked, "I'll wait for you in my car." He then left and headed to the
recognizable black Porsche in the parking lot.
Ja'far quickly got his stuff together, knowing Judar already had his supplies
ready for him.
Bella meowed at him one more time before he left the apartment, walking to
Judar's black Porsche.
Judar smirked, one hand on the wheel with his other holding a cigarette. He
rolled his window down, "Want a small smoke before school?"
Ja'far nodded as he got into the car, Judar putting his cigarette in his mouth.
Ja'far pulled out one from his box and put it in his mouth, leaning over to
press the end against the lit end of Judar's.
Judar smirked as Ja'far pulled away, pulling out his cigarette and puffing out
the smoke. "You sure like to make smoking so damn sexual," he said with a
smirk.
Ja'far stared at him before leaning over, pulling his cigarette out of his
mouth, and blowing the smoke in Judar's face.
Judar coughed a bit, growling at Ja'far, "You are getting punished for that
later." The assassin rolled his eyes, "Just start the car."
Judar huffed and started up the Porsche, backing out of the parking lot and
onto the road. Ja'far put the cigarette to his lips again, breathing in the
drug.
Judar kept his eyes on the road, putting his cigarette to his lips as well. The
car was very smoky, though the two didn't mind. Ja'far puffed out more smoke,
staring at the many cars that went by them.
These people had normal lives.
Unlike the two of them.
Judar glanced at Ja'far now and then as they neared the school, Ja'far already
seeing his target at the entrance to the school. His purple hair and yellow
eyes matching the picture on the paper perfectly. He was with a red headed
girl, whose red hair was tied back with a hair pin.
Ja'far kept his eyes on him as Judar pulled into the parking lot, letting
Ja'far out. "Remember what you are supposed to do," Judar said as Ja'far tossed
his cigarette onto the ground. Ja'far nodded as he climbed out of the car and
headed for the door. Judar reached over to close the door and drove off.
Ja'far sighed as he walked up to the door, Sinbad going inside with the girl
beside him.
Ja'far walked in behind them, immediately pulling out his schedule and finding
his home room. ELA. Just lovely.
He quickly located the room, walking by many different people who didn't seem
to notice him. He didn't care, hearing the bell ring.
The teacher smiled at him as he walked in, noticing how he had the new kid
aura.
"You must be Ja'far, right?" She said in a gentle tone. Ja'far nodded, the
teacher pointing him to an empty desk.
He saw his target right there in the desk beside his.
He walked over and sat down in his seat, feeling Sinbad's eyes on him.
He didn't make eye contact, though he smiled to acknowledge he knew Sinbad was
staring at him.
--------
Sinbad sighed as he opened his binder to start working on their warm up poems.
He heard the door open and his yellow eyes trailed up, seeing a beautiful,
pale, white haired boy. His eyes were the gorgeous color of a dark green
emerald, and freckles dusted his cheeks.
Their teacher smiled, "You must be Ja'far, right?" The boy nodded and their
teacher directed him to the empty desk beside Sinbad.
Sinbad swallowed as Ja'far sat down in the chair, locking his eyes onto the
pale beauty.
He saw the smile and smiled back, maybe this class wasn't so boring after all.
***** Who You Belong To *****
Ja’far was bored out of his mind during the school day, and he was lucky Judar
had packed him something to eat.
Finally a caring act from the bastard.
He sat at a deserted table, pulling out his food from a normal paper bag.
He saw someone out of the corner of his eyes as he pulled out a sandwich and
began eating it after removing it from the bag.
“Hey,” he heard, turning to his left to see Sinbad sitting right beside him
with a brought lunch as well.
He had that look of love in his eyes, like a school girl looking at her crush.
His attire did not match his personality from what Ja’far had seen. It was
mostly black, a choker around his neck and-
“Is that a pack of cigarettes in your pocket?”
Sinbad chuckled, “Yes, yes it is.”
Ja’far chuckled as he took a bite of his sandwich, chewing it well before
swallowing, “Think I can have a smoke with you after school?”
Sinbad smirked, “Sure, do you have a phone? I can put my number in.”
Ja’far smiled as he pulled out his phone and handed it to Sinbad, who put his
number in along with his name.
Ja’far smirked, this man didn’t seem so bad after all.
But since this is his target, having him fall for him made his job so much
easier.
For Ja’far, it was fun to play with the hearts of his unfortunate victims.
Sinbad handed him his phone back and Ja’far shoved it in the pocket of his
hoodie.
Sinbad chuckled, “So, how has your day been so far?”
Ja’far took another bite of his sandwich, “Mostly boring, makes me wanna go
have a smoke more than ever.”
Sinbad smiled, leaning against his hand, “That’s why I always have a pack on
me, a way to release all that stress.”
Ja’far chuckled as he swallowed, watching Sinbad wave to someone and three
people walk over, sitting down across from them.
One was a short girl, blonde hair in a side ponytail that outlined her small
face. She had wide, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle.
Another was a taller male, his red hair spiky and his eyes and menacing red. He
had a piercing below his bottom lip, and he had a very muscular build. He was
very quiet, and seemed to only make small grunts and nods to questions and
others.
The third was a tan male, longer white hair trailing over his shoulders. His
eyes were sharp with a deep green color, and he seemed to be a very sociable
man.
Sinbad smiled, “Ja’far, this is Pisti, Masrur, and Sharrkan.”
Ja’far nodded to acknowledge their presence at the table, giving a soft smile.
They seemed nice, and Sinbad soon started a conversation with them. Ja’far
listened intently as he continued to eat, before feeling Sinbad’s hand on his
thigh.
His face flushed a dark red as he glared at Sinbad, who only winked at him
before continuing to talk.
He put his sandwich down and packed his lunch back up, not feeling very hungry
anymore as he looked at the newest arrivals and listened to them.
He will need to get these three out of the way if he wanted to get to Sinbad.
Sinbad pulled out an apple and took a bite of it, before sliding a flask out of
his pocket.
He looked to make sure no one was paying attention to them before unscrewing
the top and taking a good solid gulp of whatever alcoholic liquid was in there.
Ja’far smirked gently as Sinbad screwed the top back on and put it back into
his pocket.
Then, Ja’far heard the bell ring and he pulled his schedule up on his phone.
Sinbad snuck a quick peek at Ja’far’s schedule and chuckled, “Seems I have the
same class as you. Again.”
Ja’far chuckled and got up, “Come on, let’s hurry up.”
Sinbad smiled and waved goodbye to his friends before following behind Ja’far,
soon catching up to walk beside him amongst the crowd of students heading to
and from lunch.
Ja’far had put his lunch in the trash before shoving his hands into the pocket
of his hoodie, Sinbad right beside him.
“So, Where is our next class?” Ja’far asked with a sly smirk.
Sinbad chuckled, “Just follow me, it’s physics.”
Ja’far groaned at that, rolling his eyes before following Sinbad down the hall.
The school was huge, covering a lot of ground and having two stories stuffed
with classes.
Sinbad chuckled as he passed through the students, before stopping at a locker,
“This is yours, correct?”
Ja’far nodded, “Yes, it is.” He started to put in the combination in the lock,
opening his locker and taking the binder and books he needed, along with a few
pencils.
Sinbad smiled as he leaned against the locker beside Ja’far’s, waiting
patiently for him to get done.
Ja’far closed his locker, books in hand, “Where are yours?”
“Oh, already in the classroom, I dropped them off before heading to lunch.”
“Very clever, no wonder you showed up late.”
Sinbad chuckled before walking down the hall, Ja’far following beside him as
they passed numerous classrooms and lockers.
Soon, Sinbad stopped at one with a wide open door, covered in multiple
decorations as to try and cheer up the students here.
Ja’far walked in first, Sinbad following close behind.
Sinbad chuckled, “Follow me, I know where you can sit.”
Ja’far felt Sinbad’s arm wrap around his waist and he blushed again, Sinbad
leading him to a table on the side of the room.
It was next to the window, a sink on the side and a binder next to it,
presumably Sinbad’s.
Sinbad sat down at one side, patting the table to signal Ja’far to sit down,
which the pale haired teen obeyed and sat down beside Sinbad.
His face was still flushed, “What is with you and your flirty advances?”
“Oh, but they are working, aren’t they?”
Ja’far huffed before he heard the tardy bell ring and the teacher enter the
class.
Sinbad whispered to him, “You can copy my notes from past lessons you missed.”
Ja’far nodded before resting his chin on the palm of his hand, watching as the
teacher introduced the lesson for today.
Ja’far felt Sinbad’s hand on his thigh yet again, and he was glad they sat in
the back of the classroom.
Ja’far rolled his eyes before the teacher asked the students to prepare a sheet
of paper to take notes on.
“Great,” Ja’far groaned, Sinbad chuckling softly.
“Don’t worry, this teacher is actually kind about taking notes. She lets us
have more time to copy them down correctly.”
Ja’far watched as she turned to the first slide, and he started taking down as
much information as he could.
He couldn’t believe he had to go to school all for his fucking job.
- - - - - - -
Ja’far sighed in relief when the bell rang, looking down at his schedule again
on his phone.
“Physical Education,” He said with a groan, Sinbad laughing.
“Again, same class.”
Ja’far rolled his eyes, but he was really glad about this. No memorizing most
of Sinbad’s classes, most of them were with him.
Ja’far got up along with Sinbad, “Now you need to lead me to that class.”
Sinbad chuckled, “Follow me, the gym is easy to find.”
Ja’far smiled and followed behind Sinbad, before seeing Sinbad stop.
Ja’far looked in front of Sinbad and saw a group of red headed teens, all seem
to be of different ages.
One walked towards Sinbad, his red hair tied back and a goatee at his chin. His
eyes were a deep red, similar to Masrur’s, but these had a very suspicious
feeling to them.
He spoke to Sinbad with a deep and serious tone, students backing away to make
a circle around them.
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
Sinbad kept his composure, chuckling softly, “What did I do this time, Kouen?”
Ja’far looked behind said man, and saw the girl from earlier that day. She was
conversing with Sinbad.
“You know exactly what you did,” Kouen growled, “My sister was crying earlier
this morning because you rejected her.”
Sinbad laughed, “I did not reject her, I merely said no to a date because I was
busy this afternoon, turns out I’ll be busier than ever after some events
today.”
Kouen seemed more angry now, “So, you reject her and walk off?”
Ja’far noticed how defensive he was over a small subject. He was protective of
his family it seemed.
“Like I said, Kouen, I said no to a date due to being busy this afternoon.”
Then, Sinbad walked beside Kouen, whispering something into his ear before
beckoning Ja’far to follow him out of the view of the crowd.
Ja’far walked by Kouen swiftly, making eye contact with him only once before
they safely made it to the gym, which happened to be very close by.
The bell rung the minute they stepped through the door, Sinbad walking over to
a group of people.
Ja’far followed, seeing a woman, and two men.
The woman was dressed in black, with long, wavy, blue hair trailing over her
shoulder. Her eyes were a lovely shade of blue. She had earrings on in the
shape of seashells, unusual as it did not match any of her outfit.
The shorter of the two men had red hair, a long section of his bangs concealing
part of his face. Again, dressed in all black.
The taller one had green hair, short and spiked. He had one earring that had a
red jewel hanging from a long, gold chain.
Sinbad chuckled as Ja’far walked forward, the taller male asking who he was.
Sinbad smiled, “This is Ja’far. Ja’far, meet Yamuraiha, Spartos, and Drakon.”
Ja’far smiled and gave a small nod, seeing the others introduce themselves to
him.
“So, what are we doing?” Ja’far asked, seeing the class head outside.
“More ‘do what you like’ stuff outside with the sports equipment,” Yamuraiha
said, “We’re heading under the bleachers, the teachers don’t have a good eye.”
Ja’far chuckled before he set his books down along with everyone else’s near
the bleachers inside the gym.
Sinbad chuckled, starting towards the doors, “Come on, Ja’far, this is what we
do daily.”
Ja’far nodded and followed behind Sinbad, the other three walking with them and
chatting along the way to the outside bleachers.
The field was huge, and students were already throwing footballs, soccer balls,
and other sports equipment.
Ja’far huffed as the sun’s light hit him, his black clothing doing nothing to
help cool him off. He felt Sinbad grab his hand as they headed under the
bleachers, where it was nice and cool.
Sinbad sat down, his hand still grasping Ja’far’s. The pale teen sat down
beside him, look at the other three sitting across from them.
“So, um, what do you guys do down here?” He asked, obviously knowing what other
kinds of activities go on underneath the bleachers. More inappropriate things.
Sinbad chuckled, “Relax, drink, smoke. You name it.”
Ja’far chuckled before Sinbad leaned in towards his neck, feeling his hot
breath on his neck as Sinbad placed his lips gently against it.
Ja’far blushed furiously, but didn’t push away. He instead wrapped his arms
around the other, letting out a soft moan.
“Wow, guys, have you forgotten we are here?” Drakon said, “Or are you guys so
horny you can’t wait to get a room?”
Ja’far stared at Drakon as Yamuraiha gently shoved him, Spartos chuckling as
Sinbad continued his assault on Ja’far’s sensitive neck.
Sinbad then removed his lips from Ja’far’s neck and kissed him passionately,
taking the other by surprise.
Sinbad wrapped his arms around the other’s waist as he moved him to sit in his
lap.
Ja’far sank into the kiss immediately, kissing back as the other three watched
and conversed.
Sinbad pulled away with a laugh and Ja’far chuckled, his face still a deep red.
“Think you don’t mind stay over at my house?” Sinbad asked, leaning against the
inside of the bleachers with Ja’far still on his lap.
Ja’far smiled, “Sure, not like I have anything to do when school is out for the
day.”
Sinbad chuckled, Ja’far moving to sit in between the purple haired teen’s legs.
Yamuraiha pulled out a flask from her pocket and starting drinking it, Drakon
and Spartos conversing about their previous classes and illegal activity on
school grounds.
Ja’far pulled out his phone and quickly texted Judar that he was staying over,
Sinbad kissing the back of Ja’far’s neck.
‘Wow, being a slut already? I expected more of you.’
Ja’far rolled his eyes before putting his phone away, smiling at Sinbad’s
affection.
They continued on like this, conversing about different things, drinking, and
Ja’far being attacked by Sinbad’s affection.
Then the teacher blew his whistle to signal all the students to head back
inside as class was about to end.
Yamuraiha out her flask away and followed Drakon and Spartos towards the gym.
Sinbad and Ja’far followed after them, Ja’far looking down at his schedule.
Sinbad was about to speak, but Ja’far spoke for him, “Don’t tell me, we’re
going to the same area.”
Sinbad laughed, “Exactly.”
Ja’far chuckled, “For me, it’s a free period, no class.”
Sinbad smiled with a wink, “Students with a free period head to the library,
work on stuff or read.”
Ja’far smiled as they walked inside the gym, heading towards where Ja’far’s
books sat.
He picked them up, Sinbad wrapping his arm around Ja’far’s waist as the bell
rang, “Follow me, this is the last period of the day.”
Ja’far waved to the other three before Sinbad lead him out.
This was going perfectly. Sinbad already made his move on him, convinced the
other loved him back. He was falling for the bait, making himself an easier
target.
Sinbad walked down the hall through the ocean of students, Ja’far still beside
him as they headed to the library.
The library was easy to recognize with the darkest color of doors with the
windows covered.
Sinbad opened the door and Ja’far walked in first, looking around at the many
books that lined the shelves.
Sinbad walked over to a table and sat down, Ja’far setting his books down
before walking over to pick out a book to read.
Sinbad watched him before turning his attention to the television.
It was a news report on the string of murders happening town, and detailing how
every crime scene had the symbol of a black sun on the wall behind every
victim.
Ja’far turned to the television, seeing the report on his most recent victim.
He walked over, Sinbad speaking in a low tone, “Everyone has been tense since
these murders started happening, what is going on?”
Ja’far sat down beside Sinbad, “It is kind of frightening.”
Sinbad put his arm around Ja’far’s waist, “I’ll keep you safe, don’t worry.”
Ja’far chuckled, “Thank you, but I can handle myself.”
Sinbad chuckled, watching the news report as Ja’far got back up to go get a
book.
He went to the mystery section, index finger tracing over the books in the
search for something that catches his eye.
He acts like he found a interesting book and pulled it off the shelf, walking
over to Sinbad and sitting beside him before opening the book.
Sinbad peered over and kissed Ja’far’s cheek lightly, the smaller male
chuckling as he started to read.
But his ears were elsewhere.
Picking up different sounds.
The thumps of students and faculty as they walked across the carpet floor. The
eerie screech of the wheels on the cart as the librarian transporting her cargo
to their homes in the library. And the almost monotone voice of the news
reporter on the television, detailing the events.
It was unbeknownst to Sinbad that the murderer was in the school. Or, more
precisely.
The boy sitting right beside him.
Ja’far looked up as he felt a shadow consume his form, seeing a tall man in
front of them.
Sinbad smiled as he acknowledged the presence of the other, “Hey, Hina.”
The man was very tall. His long, light blue hair was tied back in a ponytail.
He had more of a formal outfit on rather than what Sinbad was wearing.
Sinbad smiled, “Ja’far, this is another one of my friends. This is Hinahoho,
he’s the swimming coach.”
No wonder he was dressed formally.
Ja’far gave a slight wave as he looked back down at the book, looking at the
various sentences along the thin pages.
Hinahoho chuckled, “I’m sorry but i have limited time, I need to be over at the
pool right now.”
Sinbad nodded, watching as the man left to do his job.
Ja’far continued to read, Sinbad waiting patiently as he watched the time. He
then got out his phone, looking through various websites.
This period seemed to go by pretty fast, Ja’far not even realizing how long he
had been reading before hearing the last bell of the day ring.
He quickly closed the book and hurried to put it back on the shelf. Sinbad
watched with an amused smile, getting up from his chair.
Ja’far walked back over to the taller male, Sinbad smiling before heading for
the door, “You don’t have to get anything from your locker right?”
Ja’far picked up his books and binder, “No, I don’t.”
Sinbad smiled, waiting for Ja’far to get closer before opening the large door
and walking out.
Ja’far followed behind him, staying close to him through the swarm of students.
The hallways were filled with the sounds of lockers opening and closing,
students chatting, doors opening, and footsteps as students headed to leave the
school.
Sinbad was headed towards the parking lot, Ja’far looking around it for his
car.
He only knew which one it was when Sinbad pulled out his car key and pushed the
button, Ja’far seeing a black Porsche give a short whistle.
He stayed beside Sinbad as they walked, seeing parents picking up their kids
and other students go to their cars.
Sinbad opened the passenger door and Ja’far climbed in, closing the door as
Sinbad walked over to climb into the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?” Ja’far asked as he put his books down and buckled his
seatbelt.
“Just to a more secluded side of the school,” Sinbad said as they slowly
started to drive over to the back of the school, where a few other students
were having a smoke as well.
Sinbad stopped the car and pulled the key out of the ignition, getting out with
Ja’far.
The other students didn’t seem to mind them, Sinbad pulling out his pack of
cigarettes and a lighter as he leaned against the brick wall.
Ja’far stayed beside him, Sinbad handing him a cigarette, the pale teen taking
it greedily.
Sinbad lit his first, putting it in his mouth to inhale the drug before
removing the cigarette and releasing the smoke, giving Sinbad a dragon like
appearance.
Then he lit Ja’far’s, the drug filling him with a sense of relaxation. The
nicotine going through his body was a nice feeling, and he blew out the smoke
in puffs.
Sinbad smirked, “You seem to enjoy this.”
Ja’far chuckled, taking a quick whiff of the drug, “It helps me relax, it’s a
nice feeling when you have the nicotine in your body.”
Sinbad chuckled as he wrapped his arm around Ja’far’s waist, the smaller male
now not blushing whenever he made an advance.
Sinbad moved to kiss Ja’far’s neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin.
Ja’far moaned softly, letting Sinbad abuse his neck and cover it with bruises
and marks.
Sinbad smirked before pulling Ja’far against him, locking the other’s lips in a
deep and passionate kiss.
Ja’far wrapped his arms around Sinbad’s neck, kissing back with just as much
force, deepening their kiss even further.
“God damn,” Sinbad whispered as he pulled away a bit, “You’re so fucking
beautiful when you’re like this.”
Ja’far smirked and bit his lower lip, “I can show you more, if you want.”
He had a slight purr in his voice, and Sinbad knew what he meant by that. “Get
into the car, more specifically, the backseat,” Sinbad said, eyes darkening
with lust.
Ja’far smirked as Sinbad unlocked his car, allowing Ja’far to climb into the
backseat.
Sinbad climbed in after him, cigarette still in hand and lit.
Ja’far smirked as Sinbad sat down, and he closed the door before situating
himself on the floor.
He traced a finger over the bulge in Sinbad’s jeans, and started to unzip them
as Sinbad continued to smoke, his face remaining calm.
Sinbad emitted a groan as Ja’far unsheathed his length from his boxers, feeling
the tip of Ja’far’s tongue flick at the head.
Sinbad swore he saw a shimmer when Ja’far flicked his tongue out.
“Your tongue is pierced?”
Ja’far chuckled, “You know what they say, a blowjob is better with a tongue
piercing.”
Sinbad gave a soft groan, causing Ja’far to smirk, his hand wrapped around the
base as he took the head into his mouth, sucking on it as he listened to
Sinbad’s soft groans.
Sinbad took a whiff of his cigarette, one hand reaching down to grip Ja’far’s
snowy white hair.
Ja’far smirked and took more of him into his mouth, gently bobbing his head.
His legs were under him, struggling to find a comfortable spot in the tight
space he was confined to.
Sinbad kept on smoking as Ja’far continued to suck him, now deep throating him
to have all of his length in his mouth.
“Fuck,” Sinbad groaned, forcing Ja’far’s head to stay on his cock, “Keep going,
baby. Shit, you’re good.”
Ja’far smirked and bobbed his head, adjusting his body position to fit
comfortably in the tight space he was given.
Sinbad groaned louder and louder as Ja’far continued on, the pale teen loving
the sounds emitting from the man.
Sinbad gripped Ja’far’s hair tightly and groaned loudly, “F-Fuck, I’m going to
c-cum-“
He was cut off by his own release, spilling everything into Ja’far’s mouth. The
pale haired teen smirked as he swallowed most of it, pulling away with a smile.
He did stick out his pierced tongue, Sinbad’s release still on parts of it, the
milky white substance was gone when Ja’far swallowed everything.
Sinbad pulled Ja’far up and kissed the darkening mark on his neck, “Look at
you, you want more don’t you?”
Ja’far nodded and Sinbad smirked, “Let’s head to my house then.”
Sinbad adjusted his jeans and boxers before getting out and getting in the
driver’s seat, Ja’far doing the same.
Sinbad turned on the engine with the turn of his key and started to drive
towards his house, Ja’far feeling his body hot and wanting more after their
little session.
It was an uncomfortable feeling as he sat in the seat, watching as Sinbad drove
through a neighborhood.
The car was silent, except for a few soft and quiet moans from Ja’far, exciting
Sinbad even further.
It wasn’t long until Sinbad pulled into the driveway of his house, getting out
and heading to unlock the front door.
Ja’far got out after him, watching as Sinbad opened the door and headed inside.
Ja’far followed, feeling a rush of cool air as he entered the home.
Sinbad closed the door behind them and grabbed Ja’far, shoving him into a room.
It was Sinbad’s large bedroom. A king sized bed was in the middle of the room,
the front against the wall. A canopy hung overhead, the fabric a transparent
black. The sheets were black as well, his pillows white with black lining.
Ja’far blushed as Sinbad shoved him onto the bed, watching as the taller male
started stripping himself of his clothes.
He was pretty well built, his muscles defined perfectly. Ja’far was a bit
hesitant to strip off his clothing, but Sinbad gently took off Ja’far’s hoodie,
admiring the scars peppering his skin.
Ja’far went to remove Sinbad’s lower garments, but felt Sinbad start to remove
his instead.
Ja’far hid his face as he felt cold air hit his lower body, the pale teen now
completely nude.
Sinbad’s eyes trailed over his body, seeing Ja’far’s hard cock and then
noticing something interesting.
A black sun, the same one that was seen at the places of the recent murders.
Sinbad removed his eyes from it before he started to trace his fingers over the
scars alongside the inside of Ja’far’s legs, poorly made stitches lining them.
Ja’far bit his lip before seeing Sinbad go to his nightstand and open a drawer,
pulling a small bottle of lube out.
He smirked before walking back over to Ja’far and pouring some onto his
fingers.
Ja’far watched carefully as Sinbad lifted his legs up and put them over his
broad shoulders, gently sliding one lubed finger into him.
Ja’far’s length twitched as he moaned softly, his hands going to grip the black
sheets.
Sinbad smirked, “You like that, huh?”
Ja’far nodded with eyes darkened with lust, his face flushed a deep red to the
point his freckles nearly disappeared.
He felt Sinbad’s finger go deep before feeling another one join it, stretching
him wide open.
Ja’far moaned softly, “Ah-“
Sinbad smirked as he continued, stretching Ja’far wide open, his fingers making
scissoring motions.
Ja’far moaned, his toes curling slightly as they remained on Sinbad’s
shoulders.
Soon, Ja’far felt the sensation of the fingers vanish, and watched as Sinbad
lubed up his hardening erection.
He was surely bigger than Judar, and this will stretch him real good.
Ja’far moaned as he felt the tip rest against his entrance, Sinbad groaning
before sliding in.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Sinbad moaned as Ja’far’s walls clenched around him.
Ja’far moaned as he felt Sinbad enter him, “Ah-ngh.”
Sinbad sheathed his length entirely into Ja’far, the smaller male moaning
underneath as he felt his body react to the waves of pleasure coursing through
him.
Sinbad groaned, letting Ja’far get used to being filled before starting to
thrust.
Ja’far’s legs were still over his shoulders as he continued to thrust. Ja’far’s
hands gripped onto the sheets as he let out loud moans.
Sinbad groaned as he thrusted into Ja’far’s tight heat, the smaller male
letting out delicious moans in response to the pleasure Sinbad was giving him.
“M-More!” Ja’far moaned, completely lost as he begged for more.
Sinbad grabbed Ja’far and pulled him against his chest, thrusting faster and
harder than before.
Ja’far wrapped his arms around Sinbad’s neck, moaning loudly as he felt Sinbad
thrust directly into his prostate.
“F-Fuck! Harder!” Ja’far moaned, the entire house echoing with the bed’s freaks
and Ja’far’s moans.
Sinbad’s room was filled with the sound of skin meeting skin as the violet
haired man continued to thrust into that spot, harder than before on Ja’far’s
command.
“Fuck-“ Sinbad groaned, “You’re so fucking-ngh beautiful when you’re like
this.”
Ja’far smirked and moaned more, “God! Holy-ah! Keep going! Keep going-ah!”
Sinbad lowered Ja’far back down onto the bed as he thrusted a lot harder, the
bed shaking from the force of Sinbad’s thrusts.
Ja’far’s face was completely red, his eyes almost rolled back into his head and
his mouth wide open.
Sinbad groaned, “Fuck, I’m close-ngh.”
Ja’far smirked as he moaned again, “So am I. Ah!”
Sinbad gave all his strength into his thrusts, pushing him and Ja’far closer to
their climaxes.
Then, Sinbad came, thrusting deep into Ja’far as he spilled everything into
him.
Ja’far came soon after, moaning with the feeling of being filled as he came,
his seed coating his stomach.
He panted as he stared up at Sinbad, almost exhausted from their climaxes.
Sinbad panted along with him, pulling Ja’far up into a deep kiss. He slid out
of Ja’far and let the pale man lay down, knowing he was tired.
Ja’far heard his phone buzz and went to get it, reaching for his hoodie on the
front of the bed and pulling it out.
It was a text from Judar, asking where he was so he could pick him up.
He texted him the address, and started to dress back into his clothing.
“Leaving so soon?” Sinbad said with a cocky smirk, Ja’far chuckling.
“I’m afraid so.”
Sinbad climbed off the bed and kissed Ja’far again, wrapping his arms around
the other’s waist.
Ja’far heard a car horn and looked out, seeing Judar in his car.
Sinbad smirked and kissed Ja’far’s neck, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Ja’far smiled, “See you soon.”
Then he gathered his things and left, climbing into Judar’s car.
The raven haired man didn’t seem happy at all, “You still have a punishment,
and I need to show you who you belong to.”
Ja’far swallowed as he buckled his seatbelt and Judar drove back to the
warehouse.
Ja’far watched as Sinbad’s house vanished and they entered the slums they lived
in. The warehouse stood proud among the smaller buildings, but was a reminder
of Ja’far’s pain and suffering.
Judar parked the car and got out, Ja’far following behind him. Once inside,
Judar looked the door and shoved Ja’far to the ground.
“Strip. Now,” he commanded, walking over to one side of the room to grab some
‘accessories’ for his punishment.
Ja’far did as told, stripping down to nothing as Judar grabbed his wrists and
shoved him into a wall, handcuffing him before commanding him to stand and
follow him.
Ja’far followed obediently, Judar leading him into a room where Ja’far was
shoved to the floor.
Judar also grabbed a black leather collar, and locked it around Ja’far’s neck.
He also clipped on a chain leash, and pulled back to the point Ja’far’s head
was violently pulled back.
Ja’far felt his airways cut off, his lungs screaming at him for any sort of
breath, whether it be small or large.
Judar laughed maliciously, walking over to the closet on the side of the room
and pulling out a riding crop.
“You need to learn who owns you,” Judar said, shortening the leash and pulling
Ja’far’s head back further. He raised the crop and brought it down hard on
Ja’far’s back, causing the male to let out a choked cry.
Ja’far raises his handcuffed wrists to grasp the collar, only to receive
another hit from the crop. Ja’far was gasping for air, Judar then letting him
breathe as he stripped down.
“Look at you,” Judar said with a mocking tone, “So broken and scarred.”
Once Judar was stripped of his upper garments, leaving him in his jeans, he
grabbed the leash and did the same thing.
He kept choking Ja’far, slapping him with the crop as he enjoyed watching
Ja’far suffer.
Then Ja’far felt Judar pin his legs down as he felt the man roughly enter him.
Even with his entrance already stretched and lubricated, it hurt like hell.
“Ah!” Ja’far yelled, but his yell came out more as a choked cry. Judar was
merciless as he started thrusting into Ja’far, tightening his grip on the leash
and further restricting Ja’far from getting a decent breath of air.
Judar slapped him with the crop as he continued to thrust, enjoying the cries
Ja’far was emitting.
Ja’far felt tears leak from his eyes as he felt every slap, feeling helpless
and defenseless.
Judar laughed, “Look at you! So broken!”
He knew his back would start to bleed the more Judar hit him with that crop,
but he tried his best to keep calm.
Judar was a twisted and sick bastard who loved torturing the ones who
unfortunately worked for him.
More choked cries emitted from Ja’far as Judar continued his painful thrusting.
It wasn’t long until Judar came, his seed mixing with Sinbad’s as his grip on
the leash loosened.
Ja’far was finally able to breathe, and laid on the ground, nude and bleeding.
Judar pulled out and grabbed Ja’far’s face, slapping him before undoing his
restraints.
“Remember who you belong to.”
***** Lesson Learned (Or Not) *****
Ja’far went home soon after his ‘punishment’ from Judar, walking through the
down ridden streets of the slums as he saw his apartment slowly appear through
the smoke and fog.
“Bella must be hungry,” Ja’far whispered as he approached the building, pulling
out his key before proceeding to the walk up a flight of stairs to reach his
apartment.
He neared the door as he heard Bella meow from the other side, and Ja’far used
his key to unlock the door.
The calico immediately rubbed against his leg whilst purring, happy to see her
owner home. He smelled weird to her, and started to make sure he smelled like
home again.
Ja’far smiled and winced as he leaned down to pick her up. The bruises
littering his body causing difficulties while moving.
Bella meowed as Ja’far gently scratched behind her ears. Then Ja’far set her
down and went to fill her food bowl.
He stayed silent, giving a few smiles to Bella as he filled her food bowl and
replenished her water.
“Here you go, Bella,” he said as he set each bowl down. Bella started eating
out of her food bowl.
Ja’far stroked her back before going to change into thinner and looser clothes.
He removed his shirt, revealing the bruises underneath. He cringed at the sight
of them, already hearing laughter fill his ears.
“That’s right, scream for me!”
Ja’far blocked out the sounds of Judar’s malicious laughter. His green eyes
trailed up to the shattered mirror, a crack going straight through his face.
Ja’far growled before stripping down to his boxers, rummaging through his
drawer to find his loose t-shirt and gym shorts.
He slid on his clothes before going to do his homework, which was actually
pretty easy since Judar phoned him the answers.
Ja’far’s phone buzzed with a text and the pale haired assassin opened his phone
to find that Sinbad had texted him.
‘Heading out on the town this Saturday, wanna join?’
Ja’far chuckled and texted back.
‘Sure, I have nothing to do over the weekend anyway.’
‘Great! So, I’ll pick you up at around seven?’
Ja’far smiled, typing back, ‘Sounds good, let me send you my address real
quick.’
After Ja’far texted Sinbad his address and apartment number, Sinbad replied
with a smile emoticon.
Ja’far smiled again before going to the fridge to get a bottle of whatever
alcoholic drink he had in there.
Ja’far sighed as he chugged down the drink, Bella playing with her mouse toy as
Ja’far’s ears listened out to different sounds.
The small rustling of Bella rolling on the floor.
The sound of cars driving on the roads outside.
People talking from the apartment complex’s pool.
Dogs barking.
His ears were trained to always listen out, and it drove Ja’far insane at
times.
He put the glass down and he walked over to the T.V, using the remote to turn
it on.
More news stories about his victims, he scoffed at it.
He started to close his eyes, sleep engulfing him in its warm and comforting
embrace.
But his sleep turned into a nightmare quickly.
“No!” Sounded the scream of a young child.
The six year old boy was frantically trying to get away from the larger men,
leaving a trail of blood from the deep gashes down the inside of his legs.
“Mommy!” The pale haired boy cried, but he knew his mother would never come for
him.
For she and his father were dead, killed by the hands of their own son.
The boy screamed again when he felt one of the men grab him, pulling him
towards the group of men chasing him.
He struggled to get away, kicking out with what strength his injured legs could
produce.
“Let go of me!” He yelled, before one of the men hoisted him up into the air.
The boy had lost.
“Please, just let me go,” he begged, his legs dangling now with blood dripping
onto the cold concrete below.
“Shut it,” the man replied, dragging the boy back inside the warehouse. The
hellhole the child was forced to live in since birth.
The boy had tears streaming down his cheeks, his dark green eyes looking up
into red ones.
A child, much smaller than the other pale haired one, stood in front of him
with a tall and slender woman next to him.
“He’s trouble, make sure he gets punished. Little ones need to learn from a
young age so they don’t cause trouble once they have grown into adults,” the
woman said, sharp eyes narrowing at the runaway.
“Come, Judar. We still have work to do. As for you,” she looked to the men, “Do
what you wish as long as it gives him a lesson.”
The boy watched as Judar and the woman left the room, and then he was dragged
to a smaller room and chained to the floor.
He was in that kind of room.
“Please,” he begged again, only to scream as he was yanked up by his hair.
“I said shut it!” One of the men ta yell, “Are you deaf?”
The boy shut his mouth as he felt his clothes ripped off, giving more access to
fresh skin ready to be bruised and cut.
Tears streamed from his eyes and onto the cold floor below, the darkness in the
corners of the room seeming to get larger and take on more of a monstrous form.
The boy kept his mouth shut, waiting for the pain and waiting for the long
recovery they would probably never happen.
One of the men grabbed what appeared to be a whip. The way these monsters treat
children was inhumane, horrific, and could cause even the strongest of people
to shiver with fear.
The boy held his breath before the wind was knocked out his small lungs by the
blow of the whip on his back.
It hurt like hell as the hard leather made contact with his pale skin, tears
still streaming down his cheeks before he felt a hand wrap around his small
throat.
His legs started to shake as his airways were cut off, leaving the small child
unable to breathe.
Then the boy heard the sound of something unzipping, and he feared the worst.
“Have I ever told you how feminine this one looks?” One of the men said,
grunting as he slowly removed his lower garments.
The boy stayed silent as he listened to their conversation, only to whimper
when he felt a hand spread apart his ass cheeks.
“God damn, he is a beauty when you look at him hard enough,” another man said,
walking over to the front to lift up the boy’s head.
The boy stared up at the man, eyes glossy with tears before he watched as the
man unzipped his pants.
“N-No! Please don’t!” The boy cried, but it was too late for him.
He watched as the man pulled out his erect length, shoving it directly into the
boy’s small mouth.
The child’s eyes filled with even more tears as his mouth struggled to stretch
around the large length.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned, reaching to grab onto the boy’s hair, “His mouth
feels so good, shit.”
The boy tried to use his hands to pull the length out of his mouth, but another
man grabbed his wrists and tied them behind his back.
“Relax and enjoy it, kid,” the man growled, before the boy felt something prod
at his entrance.
No.
Please.
Don’t!
His pleas were silent as the man shoved his erection into the unprepared hole,
sending waves of agonizing pain throughout the boy’s body.
The boy screamed around the man’s length, feeling both start to thrust into the
small child.
Tears streamed down the boy’s cheeks and dripped onto the cold floor below.
The boy felt something stir up inside of him.
It was getting bigger. And so were the monsters in the corners of the rooms.
They were getting closer and closer.
And he screamed for help.
Ja’far shot awake, breathing heavily on the couch. He held his chest as he
looked around the room.
No monsters in the corners. No red eyes peeking out among the blackness.
He was safe.
He took a deep breath as Bella hopped into his lap, snuggling against her
owner.
Ja’far swallowed thickly as he got up, walking towards his bedroom as his mind
swirled through the events of his nightmare.
He went to the nightstand and opened a drawer, pulling out a pack of
cigarettes.
Ja’far pulled one cigarette out of the pack and grabbed his lighter from the
same drawer. He then headed outside in the frigid night air to light it.
He put the end to his lips and breathed in the drug, his entire body relaxing
under the influence of the nicotine.
Ja’far sighed as he looked out from the balcony, seeing the lights of downtown
shine among the stars.
It lit up the darkened sky around it, creating a hue like a halo.
It seemed like fun, but Ja’far didn’t understand fun at all.
He never had fun when he was a child. He only knew pain, suffering, and
emotionless stares.
He took another whiff of the cigarette, the drug reminding him of when he was
about eight years old.
When he felt one of the men shove a drug down his very throat.
God, his past always came back to haunt him with every single thing he did.
He heard a meow and looked down to see Bella again, but with a new friend.
A pretty black tomcat, his eyes the color of the setting sun.
“Hey there,” Ja’far said gently, reaching out slowly to pet the cat.
The tomcat purred as he rubbed against the hand, Ja’far letting out a small
chuckle.
“I don’t see a collar on you. You must be a stray. I think I have room for one
more cat alongside Bella.”
Ja’far smiled as the tomcat followed Bella inside. And then Ja’far knew he
needed to spend some more time out in the streets than cooped up in his
apartment.
He put out the cigarette before heading to get dressed in more appropriate
clothing.
His night attire consisted of a loose, black top, baggy black jeans, and black
boots.
And a little surprise which he hid in his back pocket, a pocket knife.
He also added a few more piercings, with a golden hoop earring adorning his
right ear and a small nose ring on his left nostril.
Ja’far slid on multiple bracelets and a choker before heading out to the more
run down part of town, where gangs and prostitutes were every night.
Ja’far headed out at about eleven, walking towards the run down buildings with
a cigarette in his mouth and his phone in his hand.
He had pent up tension again, and went looking for a victim to take it out on.
He looked around, seeing women and men walking around, moans echoing from
alleyways here and there.
He then saw a gang, a group of men clad in black. Some had baseball bats with
dried blood on them, and one had a knife.
Ja’far smirked and walked over, walking up to whom he presumed was the leader.
“Hello there~” he purred, dark green eyes meeting the other’s lifeless gray.
The man seemed to gain interest immediately, one hand immediately going to
Ja’far’s waist.
Ja’far knew from the look in the man’e eyes that he was hooked, and that the
strategy was working like a fresh saw to wood.
The man sat down on some wooden crates, pulling Ja’far into his lap so the
smaller male could straddle him.
“How much are ya?” The man asked, licking his lips.
“Free,” Ja’far replied with a smirk.
“Hell yeah,” the man said, Ja’far grabbing his shirt and pulling him in for a
kiss.
Ja’far kissed back, wrapping his arms around the other’s neck as he prepared
himself.
First thing is to have sex to weaken them, to lower their guard.
Then to strike once he drags them away from the sight of others.
Seeing the red liquid cover the ground and walls seemed to calm down the
assassin.
Red was a soft and calming color to him.
Ja’far felt the man ease himself, the tension in his arms now vanishing as he
started to deepen the kiss even further.
Ja’far smirked, going exactly as planned.
The pale haired teen then started to remove his shirt, pulling it over his head
and revealing his pale body to the man.
Ja’far broke the kiss in the process of removing his shirt, and the gang leader
took the opportunity and started kissing along Ja’far’s neck.
Ja’far smirked, tossing his shirt onto the floor and reaching to his back
pocket to feel for his pocket knife.
It was there, ready to be used.
The man’s other hand went to rest on Ja’far’s thigh, the one on Ja’far’s waist
moving to grip his wrist.
“You are a fucking angel,” Ja’far heard the man say as he took in the sight of
the other, “God damn.”
Ja’far scooted up to grind his ass against the man’s hardening erection,
causing the other to groan.
“Like that don’t you?” Ja’far teased, sliding a hand down the other’s chest, “I
bet you want even more. End the night with a bang.”
And by a bang, he meant the night would end in some spilled blood among the
cold concrete of the alleyway.
The man smirked, “Then get those jeans off and I’ll show you a good night.”
Ja’far smirked, “Patience, good things come to those who are patient.”
The pale haired teen then got off the other’s lap, and started to remove his
lower garments.
“I see the look in your eyes, liking the show?” Ja’far asked.
Soon, the teen was completely naked, and the gang leader’s hard on was visible
through his pants.
Ja’far smirked, walking over and situating himself in the other’s lap.
He reached down to unzip the man’s jeans, then pulled down his boxers to reveal
his hard on, already leaking pre-cum.
“Wow, you got so horny over a small lap dance?” Ja’far teased, putting the tip
on his index finger over the slit, the digit getting covered with pre-cum.
“You’re big too, not too big though. I can take you easily.”
Ja’far smirked as he watched the leader pull out a bottle of lube, “Show me
that ass so I can lube it up.”
Ja’far chuckled, switching his position to where his legs rested on each side
of the leader and his head faced away from him.
Ja’far let out a fake moan as he felt a lubed finger prod at his hole, and gave
a light shake.
“Like what you see here?” He said with a smirk.
“Hell yeah I fucking do,” the man said, sliding the finger in, “Damn, you’re
tight too.”
Ja’far chuckled, looking up at the other members who were either looking away,
taking photos, or palming themselves.
“You guys are sure enjoying yourselves. A-Ah,” Ja’far stopped as he moaned, a
second finger now joining the other already inside him.
He felt a thin line of lube run down his thigh, and he smirked.
His green eyes locked onto one in the back, and he motioned him over.
“Come here, out of the darkness,” he called.
The man walked forward, swallowing as he looked down at Ja’far, “What do you
want? I saw that tattoo on your hip, are you linked to the murders-“
Ja’far cut him off, “Just because I have a tattoo that is similar to the mark,
doesn’t mean it’s the same thing, dumbass.”
The man smirked, “I like your tone, but how about I keep you quiet by giving
you a little something.”
Ja’far smirked as the man shoved his length into his mouth, and it was much
larger than the gang leader’s.
Ja’far sucked on the head as he felt a third finger, now stretching him open so
he could take the leader without pain.
“All of you will have to wait in line to fuck this slut,” the gang leader said,
pulling out his fingers and gripping Ja’far’s waist.
Ja’far moaned around the length in his mouth when he felt the leader roughly
slam in.
“God- fuck,” the leader groaned, “He’s fucking tight.”
It was going perfectly, they were hooked onto him like a fish on a hook.
But now it seemed to him that he wasn’t going to kill one.
He would slaughter them all.
Ja’far felt the man in front of him grab a fistful of his hair, forcing him to
deep throat the rest of his length.
Ja’far smirked as he choked a little, the leader’s thrusts getting harder as he
dug his nails into the teen’s sides.
The skin broke, small droplets of blood now appearing among the pale flesh.
Ja’far moaned again, taking what he could in his mouth and sucking on it with
no mercy.
“Holy fuck,” the man groaned, his grip on Ja’far’s hair getting tighter, “Don’t
you dare stop.”
The man started to thrust at a much slower pace than the leader, who was merely
a wild animal now as he fucked Ja’far hard and rough.
Ja’far continued moan loudly, his entire body shaking with each thrust, and he
started to bob his head along with the tempo the leader’s thrusts had.
“Fuck!” The man groaned, “Grab his wrists!”
The leader then reached for Ja’far’s arm, but Ja’far put his hands behind his
back for him.
The leader smirked, grabbing Ja’far’s wrists and pinning them down, the
pressure of his thrusts not faltering.
“It’s not everyday a slut like this comes to you in need of some cock,” the
leader said with a smirk.
Ja’far moaned louder, the entire gang crowding the three now.
“F-Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” the man said, the leader smirking at him, “So early?”
Ja’far’s eyes were now darkened with lust as the man thrusted harder and harder
into his mouth.
Ja’far soon became messy, choked sounds emitting from his mouth as he kept
going.
He started to meet the leader’s thrusts, moaning even more and sending
vibrations down the man’s length currently in his mouth.
“Oh f-fuck,” The man groaned, pulling on Ja’far’s silky white hair, “I’m gonna-
I’m-“
He couldn’t finish his sentence before he came into Ja’far’s mouth, the
assassin swallowing every bit of it and removing his mouth from the man’s limp
dick.
“Oh my fucking god, you’re beautiful,” the man groaned, backing away before a
few more came up.
“What will it be? Suck or fuck?” Ja’far asked.
“Fuck.”
“Definitely fuck, look at that ass.”
“Fuck here too.”
Ja’far smirked, so all of these men will fuck him.
“Three fucks, order up,” Ja’far smirked, “Ah! Harder!”
He moaned that out as soon as he felt the head collide with his prostate. His
eyes almost rolled back into his head as he moaned louder.
“Fuck me! Harder! Oh fuck!” Ja’far moaned, feeling his climax start to get
closer as his prostate was repeatedly hit over and over again.
The once silent alleyway was now filled with the echoing sound of skin slapping
against one another and moans of pleasure.
He felt the leader’s thrusts get harder and faster, sending Ja’far closer and
closer.
“I’m gonna cum! Keep going! Fuck! Ah!” Ja’far moaned, smirking up at the other
men around them.
Everyone watched the two with anticipation, waiting for their turn to have
their way with the smaller male.
Ja’far felt his climax dangerously close, “Harder! I’m gonna cum!”
“Fuck, I’m close-“ the leader groaned, now ruthlessly slamming into Ja’far.
Ja’far moaned louder, eyes rolling back into his head as he cried, “I’m coming!
Ah!”
Ja’far’s seed covered the ground, his walls tightening around the length
already inside him.
The leader groaned, the heat surrounding him now forcing him to cum.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned, emptying himself into Ja’far’s tight heat.
Ja’far panted as he moaned, loving the feeling of being filled up with such
warm liquid.
The leader stayed in for a few seconds before sliding out, pulling Ja’far back
around to smash their lips together in a lustful kiss.
Ja’far kissed back, opening his mouth somewhat in the kiss so the leader could
use his tongue to explore the other’s mouth.
The pale haired man moaned softly, before feeling the sensation of a hand
gripping his waist.
Without hesitation, he felt one of the members slam into him, causing Ja’far to
break the kiss and let out a loud moan.
These men were onto him like he was a bitch in heat, touching him and taking
turns fucking him.
Unbeknownst to them, this was all a set up so they wouldn’t think he would do
anything to them.
Every member took their turn, the leader continuously lapping at the sensitive
flesh of Ja’far’s neck.
They were complete animals at the sight of him, fucking him with no mercy as he
came over and over again.
Some semen was on the concrete below, dripping from his overflowing entrance
which was stretched wide and overly lubricated.
Ja’far moaned as the last man finished, spilling everything inside him and
adding to the mess.
“Ngh-“ Ja’far moaned, panting softly as he was still resting in the leader’s
lap.
He looked like their pet, but was everything else but.
He got up, walking over to dress himself. His eyes looked at the men, looking
at their stance and composure.
“Well, it’s been a fun night,” he said, reaching behind him to pull out the
pocket knife, “But I going to have my share of the fun.”
He smiled, walking towards one of the members who was resting against the wall.
In a flash, he whipped the blade out and slid the blade quickly and smoothly
through the man’s throat.
There was dead silence for a few quick seconds as they all observed in shock,
watching the man’s head dangle to the side before his entire body fell over
with a thud.
Blood was on Ja’far’s hands already, covering the knife with small splatters on
the pale skin of his face.
A few white strands were red, and then everyone started to freak out as they
watched blood crawl across the cold concrete from the wound on the man’s neck.
“So, who’s next?” Ja’far mocked, eyes now filled with a sinister look as he
scanned the crowd.
Another member clenched his fist, raising his baseball bat, ready to fight this
insane teen.
Ja’far smirked, motioning him to come towards him with his index finger.
He was mocking them, wanting to get them riled up. He hated it when people
accepted their fate, he wanted them to fight back.
Fighting back equals more bloodshed. And more bloodshed satisfies the monster
lurking in the shadows. The monster that followed Ja’far since his early years.
The man then charged at him, bat raised high and ready to hit its target.
Ja’far smirked, gripping the handle of the pocket knife, watching the man
closely before grabbing his wrist.
He broke it quickly, using techniques he learned from training, and moved to
sink the knife in the man’s throat.
The member’s eyes were lifeless, blood dripping from the wound. More of the red
liquid spilled onto the concrete when the knife was removed from the soft flesh
of the throat with a sickening sound.
“Too easy,” Ja’far laughed, the body falling to the ground below.
Everyone was tensed, ready to fight and protect themselves.
Ja’far walked forward, almost entirely covered in blood.
“Then let’s fight,” he said with a sinister laugh.
The monster was using its strings to control the different limbs that Ja’far
possessed.
It moved his hand to grip a member’s throat, digging his nails into the soft
flesh before sinking the glistening metal into his gut.
It controlled his legs as they ran up to another member, and moved his hand to
slice the blade through the man’s arm.
It controlled him with every kill.
And before long, every member, including the leader, laid dead in a pool of
blood.
Ja’far was covered in dark red, a sinister smirk on his face as he looked over
his mess.
He realized he had no black spray paint on him nor a template, so he walked
over to the leader and started to carve a sun into his chest.
“There, can’t go unmarked now can we?” He said with a small chuckle, before
pulling out his phone and texting Judar.
‘So I snapped. Covered in blood. Can’t head home like this. Need to be picked
up.’
‘Good boy! We’ll see if you get rewarded or punished, because I know you whored
yourself and became a slut just for a bit of bloodshed.’
Ja’far sighed, pushing the blade down and putting it back in his pocket. He
waited patiently for Judar to arrive, looking around the bloodied mess of the
alleyway.
Finally he watched as the lights of the Porsche shine through the darkness,
Judar in the driver’s seat.
He saw him smirk once he caught sight of his bloodied pet, but then growled
when he saw bruises on Ja’far’s wrists.
He stopped the car in front of Ja’far, eyes locked onto him as he unlocked the
door, “Get in, I have to teach you a lesson.”
Ja’far obeyed, sliding into the passenger side once he opened the door, closing
it and buckling his seat belt.
Judar growled, grabbing Ja’far’s bloodied shirt, “You little fucking whore,
don’t you realize that you are mine? I branded you!”
He was pissed, black hair tied messily in a ponytail.
“You are not going to school tomorrow! You are staying home and accepting the
punishment I have decided for you!”
Then the entire car was silent as Judar drove to the warehouse, the looming
threat of painful punishment in Ja’far’s mind making it very quiet.
When they got into the warehouse, Judar shoved Ja’far to the ground.
“Get undressed you whore,” he growled, walking towards the back while Ja’far
stripped himself of his clothing.
He waited on the cold floor for Judar, whom came back and put a muzzle on him,
one that was meant primarily for large dogs.
And of course, he put a collar around Ja’far’s neck, clipping a chain leash
onto it.
He grabbed a riding crop from his belt, sneering at the sight before him.
“Turn around, put that stretched and whore ass up in the air,” he commanded,
watching as Ja’far did exactly as told.
“Good boy,” Judar said with an amused smirk before he raised the crop and
slapped Ja’far’s ass hard.
Ja’far shuddered at the feeling, the sting causing his ass to shake a little.
Judar bend down and ran a finger over Ja’far’s stretched hole, causing the
other to moan softly.
“Hold on, let me get something to fill up this needy hole,” Judar said before
getting up and grabbing something from his closet.
Ja’far waited patiently, feeling a cold and phallic object penetrate him. It
slid in perfectly, and he felt the tingle of hairs on his thighs.
“Yes this dildo has a dog tail on the end, it’s white, matches you. It makes
you look like the little pet you are.”
Ja’far shuddered as Judar slid it all the way in, “Don’t you dare take it out.”
That was not to be taken lightly.
Ja’far nodded, looking down at the floor before Judar gave a harsh yank on the
chain leash, causing the white haired teen to fall forward.
He quickly regained himself, sitting back up and looking directly into Judar’s
menacing red eyes.
“Get up,” he said sternly, reaching to his back pocket and pulling out a pair
of handcuffs.
Ja’far did exactly as told, getting to his feet and standing in front of Judar.
“Hand me your wrists.”
Ja’far lifted them and held them out to Judar, who clipped on the handcuffs.
“Good,” Judar said, looking over Ja’far’s bloodied body, “You’ll be taking a
bath soon, but you are going to stay like this until I say so.”
Ja’far nodded, watching as Judar walking to where he had made the warehouse a
home.
With a harsh yank of the chain leash, Ja’far followed behind him.
He felt like he was being humiliated, muzzled and handcuffed with a white dog
tail swaying from his ass.
A certain part of the warehouse had been furnished, a living room and a
bedroom.
Judar sat on the couch, turning the T.V in front of them on.
“Hands and knees, now.”
Ja’far got onto his hands and knees like a dog in front of Judar, feeling the
other rest his feet on his back.
It was nothing unusual, Judar used him as a foot rest a lot when he was bored.
Ja’far breathed heavily, the muzzle becoming hot now.
Judar still held onto the chain, it wrapped around his wrist as he watched the
news.
“Someone found your recent kills already, isn’t that the alleyway I just picked
you up from?”
Ja’far turned to look at the T.V, seeing the bodies of the gang hidden behind
police and caution tape.
Ja’far then turned to face the floor again, trying to balance under the weight
Judar was putting on his back.
“Stay there for another ten minutes and you can get a bath.”
Ja’far nodded, keeping himself up as Judar continued to watch the news. He
looked down at the floor, feeling Judar tug the leash at times as a way to tell
him to relax as he was tense.
He waited and waited, blood starting to dry now. It caked his hair and body,
leaving dark red flakes across his body.
“Okay, now you can go take your bath, and I give you permission to remove your
tail. I want you to get every trace of those men out of you,” Judar said,
tugging the leash.
Ja’far got up and allowed Judar to remove his collar, handcuffs, and muzzle,
before turning around and moaning a bit as Judar slid out the dildo.
“Good, now go take your bath and clean yourself up,” Judar said, pushing Ja’far
towards the direction of the bathroom.
Ja’far almost stumbled but regained himself and headed towards the shower,
turning it on and wait for it to get warm before getting in.
The water below his feet turned red as he washed the blood off of him, but then
moved his finger to open his hole and try to clean out the mens’ semen.
“A-Ah,” he moaned softly, sliding a second finger in and trying to scissor
himself.
Guess his body was still horny after what had happened not too long ago.
More moans filled the bathroom, mixing with the sound of the falling water and
the sound of water draining.
Judar smirked from the living room, hearing Ja’far’s moans. He was certainly
enjoying himself in there.
But if he kept it up for too long, Judar would have to do it for him.
“Ja’far! Don’t be pleasuring yourself in there! You know what that means!” He
called, hearing the moans abruptly stop.
Ja’far was listening obediently, and then Judar heard the water turn off.
The pale haired teen got out of the shower and dried himself off, heading
towards the living room soon after.
Judar smirked, getting up and clipping the collar back on. The muzzle and
handcuffs went back on too, and he said sternly, “Get on your hands and knees
again, now.”
Ja’far nodded, doing as told. He got onto his hands and knees in front of
Judar. He looked like a dog now, standing obediently in front of his owner.
Judar grabbed the leash, wrapping most of it around his wrist to the point
Ja’far lifted his head up like a dog in a dog show.
The dark haired man smirked, grabbing the dildo and sliding it in, but this
time, he didn’t keep it in.
He kept sliding it in and out at a slow speed, Ja’far letting out soft and
quiet moans.
“Good boy,” he said, sending a small shiver of excitement down Ja’far’s spine.
He then started to speed up, now basically fucking Ja’far with the dildo,
“Don’t you dare cum, you do not have permission.”
Ja’far nodded, keeping himself together as the dildo’s head started to touch
his prostate.
“A-Ah,” he moaned, his body swaying gently with every thrust the dildo made.
Judar smirked, “Look at you, enjoying this so much. No wonder you keep
thrusting your body to every person you can find.”
Judar gave a harsh thrust, causing Ja’far to let out a loud moan as it made
contact with his prostate head-on, “Ah!”
The black haired male smirked, “My god, such a slut.”
He kept on, thrusting the dildo in and out at a very fast speed. He didn’t slow
down, and Ja’far felt his climax get closer and closer.
The muzzle was tight on his face, filled with hot air with saliva dripping down
onto the floor.
“N-Ngh, close! Oh-ah-f-fuck!” Ja’far was going to get lost in the pleasure
sooner or later, feeling his climax get closer at a rapid pace.
“I’m gonna-! Ah! AH!”
Ja’far came, spilling everything onto the floor below. He panted, Judar leaving
the dildo in as he brought Ja’far’s face to his.
Giving a teasing kiss to the muzzle, he removed it and pulled Ja’far in for a
lustful kiss.
Ja’far kissed back hungrily, wanting more as his body was focused on having
sex.
Judar pulled away with a smirk, “You came didn’t you? You disobeyed me. You are
in trouble now.”
Ja’far moaned, Judar getting up and leading him to another room. It was the
same room he was tortured in daily.
Judar shoved the assassin to the floor, the handcuffs making a cling sound as
they hit the floor.
Ja’far looked up at Judar, whom started to move behind him. The collar moved to
have the leash clipped behind his neck, and Judar gave a violent tug.
The assassin gave a choked cry as he was flung backwards, hitting the floor
again.
Ja’far coughed, only for Judar to pull him in against his knees and pull back
on the collar.
He was strangling the teen.
Ja’far’s hands reached up to grip the collar, which was digging into his throat
and cutting off his airways.
He took in desperate and rushed breaths, trying to get any sort of oxygen in
his straining lungs.
Judar smirked, “This is what you get, you slut.”
Green eyes started to leak tears, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he
couldn’t breathe at all.
Judar kept it like that for a minute before releasing the collar, Ja’far taking
in huge gulps of air as his body shook rapidly.
He then dragged Ja’far to a wall, where there were many hooks to clip chains
onto.
Judar put a certain part of the leash onto the hook, which was still somewhat
cutting off Ja’far’s airways.
He went to remove the handcuffs, and instead tied Ja’far’s hands to the hooks
above, which raised his arms up.
“Look how helpless you are. No one is coming to save you now.”
Ja’far coughed, looking up at Judar. He felt the other grip his chin and
watched as he slapped him. Ja’far didn’t budge at it, it didn’t faze him.
Judar smirked, “I hate to mess up your pretty face, but when you’re begging me
for it with that face, I can’t help myself~”
Ja’far coughed before Judar walked away, heading back to another room only to
bring back many items that hurt much worse than any slap.
He held out a gag, which was one that strapped on around your face. But the gag
was a metal bar, similar to that of a horse’s bit.
Ja’far swallowed thickly, watching as Judar walked towards him with the gag.
“Open wide,” Judar said with a mocking tone, forcing the metal bar into
Ja’far’s mouth. He clipped the strap and backed away.
Ja’far felt his body freeze as he flicked up his tongue to taste and feel the
cold metal on his mouth.
“So beautiful,” Judar smirked, licking his lips.
Judar then took a riding crop from underneath his arm and slapped it across
Ja’far’s face, “You fucking whore, are you enjoying this?”
Ja’far wasn’t enjoying it, but he couldn’t speak any audible words with the gag
in his mouth.
Saliva was already dripping from his mouth, creating a small pool on the ground
in front of him.
His green eyes were starting to become classy as Judar continued to smack him
with the leather crop, sharp and stinging pain now rushing through his entire
body.
Ja’far was lost, his body screaming for mercy but his mind wanting more.
He was twisted by this sadistic bastard.
“Is that the face you showed to those men? Eyes glossy and begging for more,
but your body is shaking and begging for mercy. Such a broken toy.”
Ja’far growled, only to be smacked with the crop again, leaving a red mark on
his cheek.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Judar teased, waving a finger back and forth, “Don’t growl at
me.”
Ja’far rolled his eyes, before he felt something prod at his ass.
His speech was jumbled by the gag, but he tried to say when the hell Judar
grabbed a fucking dildo.
“Aw, like that? You look so much like the slut you are. Take it!” Judar yelled
as he shoved the dildo straight up into Ja’far, and the pale haired man soon
realized which one it was.
The motherfucker got the vibrating one with a point on it, and that point dug
into your prostate.
Ja’far panted, saliva dripping onto the floor from the metal bit. His eyes
stared up as he saw Judar hold out the remote with a sinister smirk on his
face.
“Let’s see how long you can last~” Judar said before turning the vibrator on
high.
Ja’far threw his head back as he moaned, hand dangling above the ground in
their chains as they shook with the sudden waves of pleasure coursing through
his body.
It was almost painful in a way, the pleasure giving him pain instead of the
intended sweet feeling.
Tears leaked from his eyes as Judar watched him, coating his chapped lips in
chap stick, “You’re staying like that for two hours, Ta-ta~”
Giving him a mocking wave, Judar left the room, waiting two hours while
listening as Ja’far moaned and cried as orgasm after orgasm was ripped from
him.
Ja’far felt the torture that he was being put through, and he begged for it to
stop.
JUST STOP IT ALL.
Judar counted down the hours before he walked back to the room, seeing Ja’far
sobbing and sitting in a pool of his own cum. He was panting and begging with
his eyes for it t stop.
“Have you learned your lesson?”
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