Warning:
This chapter contains molestation, rape, and some very little BDSM references. Proceed at your own risk.
Chapter One: Accommodations.
Julian stood still as ever, staring down at a very fine paper in his hand. He scanned over it once, twice, thrice, and then raised his head to peer at the building before him. He was in Salma District, in front of a well kept Noble townhome, made of fine stone. The residency was gated in, and there was an overgrowth of weeds, but some actual flowers here and there, they were yellow. There appeared to be a back patio off to the side, though he was not terribly interested in looking further into it at the moment. He closed his eyes and exhaled softly, before taking a few steps up the stairs, cement crunching under his very fanciful boots. Julian wore his suit, proper attire for a butler, really. It fit him snug, and he felt he looked rather dashing in it. He smoothed back his hair a bit and straightened his back, standing tall, tall as he could for a man that was a mere four feet, eight inches, and rapped on the door gently with his middle knuckle.
The door opened slowly, to the form of a man whose lips held a cigarette between them. Those green eyes of Julian's raised from the brass doorknob as it opened, to Alexei's face. Slowly, though, as he was studying the man's fanciful attire, the smoke circling around the man, and the expression the man held. A near stoic one. He finally dipped his head respectfully towards the man, "Julian Kai, at your service, Sir." Julian said formally.
The man regarded Julian's diminutive form, the man on his doorsteps, for a few more long moments before he stepped to one side and indicated that Julian should enter, sweeping the hand that had plucked the cigarette from his mouth and now rested in his hand, in a semi-circle into the hallway. "Please, do come in." The man implored before replacing his cigarette in the corner of his seemingly pouting mouth.
Julian dipped his head once more and took a step in, as requested he should. He blinked as the man had sniffed quietly, smelled him. Smelled his lavender scent as he walked into the home. His steps were near silent as he entered, though he stopped halfway into the living room and turned to face the man. His new employer, should he pass the man's inspections. Julian's hands fell behind his back, as he straightened his posture. "It is an honor to be here, Sir." His brows furrow very slightly at the look the man had on his face.
The man smirked at something as Julian had his back turned to him and he followed the boy into the living room, seemingly unperturbed that Julian has caught him in a rather sinister expression when he turned around. The man sized Julian up once more in the light levels to which he was more accustomed. "Is it?" He asks. "I am sure you could have wished for a more illustrious lineage than mine." He stated matter-of-factly, and then soon after began to pace around Julian in a circle to get a better view of him. Like some kind of vulture.
Julian's facial features suddenly fell into a look that was similar to confusion and discomfort as he watched the man's expression, however, seconds after Julian's face displayed emotion, it faded back to his usual, stoic expression. He puffed out his chest ever so slightly as he was inspected. Standing straighter, and again, assuming proper positioning as he was in before he entered the home. He pushed his glasses up his nose, hands falling to his sides. He did not respond the the man's question, as he figured it had been rhetorical. Those big green eyes of his followed the man, but he did not move his head.
He watched as that man peeled off one of his calfskin gloves and stalked around him. The man extended his bare hand after completing one full circle around Julian. He stood there, poised as if he had expected some sort of waltz, hand extended in waiting. "Your documentation." The man said finally, his words accompanied by a puff of smoke as his gaze honed in on Julian's androgynous facial features. There appeared to be some sort of air of approval from the man, or more accurately, satisfaction in the way he sized him up. "And of course, you will recount a bit of your work experience."
Julian nodded once more, quickly. He pocketed the paper he had from earlier, then pulled out an envelope from the inside of his jacket pocket, and extended it delicately to the man's hand. He watched him closely before speaking. "I have worked with a few families in my life, my chores were to cook, clean, and run any errands that needed to be done. Simple tasks, and at times, tasks that required more thinking than others. I have studied many subjects; Astrology, Reading, Writing, History, and much more. I was head of my class in every subject." He smiled slightly, showing off one dimple. He was proud of this, apparently. However, his eyes lowered from the man's as he finished. He found it difficult to hold the man's gaze. "You are Lord Alexei, correct? I am pleased to meet you." He says, eyes flickering up to those icy blue eyes, then back to the ground.
The man's eyes skimmed over the paper; Julian Kai, age twenty, and there was some background on how he was born into servitude and spent his early childhood training for such things. He looked from the paper, to Julian's face a few times. His expression became unreadable when that proud smile graced Julian's lips, and for the moment, he felt as if the man was looking through him, rather than at him.
Julian took the documents as the man handed them back, and simply watched as his new employer puffed off his sputtering cigarette, expelling a cloud of smoke directly into his face as he leaned in closer to look at Julian's face. His smile faded as he inhaled that smoke, and he did everything he could not to cough, but he took the documentation and tucked it back into his jacket.
"That is excellent." Alexei said as he tilted his head to the side, craning his neck to inspect Julian's feminine jawline. He straightened back up and raised his ungloved hand, up to Julian's well kept locks and took some of them between his fingers without any actual explanation. His expression remained distant as he continued his inspection, rather expecting to simply be allowed to do as he pleased. "Hmn… yes, you'll do perfectly. Appearances are everything in my endeavours, and yours appears presentable."
Julian glanced off towards the door as he felt his hair being messed with. "I keep myself tidy, Sir." Julian stated simply, closing his eyes to rest thick, long black lashes to flawless, clean skin. He did not move, however, his breathing did seem to pick up in pace. He felt intimidated. A bit anxious even. Many thoughts raced through his head. Most about whether or not he would pass whatever test the man was putting him through. He inhaled slowly. At least he had appearance on his side.
Alexei smirked again as Julian remained still and closed his eyes, running the boy's silky raven black locks between his fingertips before releasing them and making for his cheekbone. He brushed his fingers over Julian's pearly complexion, humming softly as he continuously puffed on a softly glowing stub of a cigarette. "Good. We'll need to have your measurements taken for a proper uniform. Can you sing?"
Julian twitched slightly at the sudden contact, but resumed position immediately. "Sing, Sir?" He questioned the man. He didn't seem to understand the question entirely, well, the reasoning behind the question, really. He stared up at him in silence now, then lowered his green gaze to the soft glowing ember of Alexei's cigarette as he puffed on it.
"That is what I said." Alexei stated as he gave Julian's left cheek a final pinch between his knuckles, just to see his reaction. "That is what I said." He repeated. "Can you?" Alexei reiterated patiently, and stepped sinuously around to inspect Julian from behind. He eyed the boy's poise, and posture from head to toe. "If I wanted you to sing, would you rupture my eardrums? I was under the impression that music was part of a rounded education. If you can't sing, are you capable of playing any instruments?"
Julian's left eye closed as his left cheek was pinched, like a child's. He answered quickly. "Yes, Sir." He remained still, that eye opening as his cheek was released. He practically glared at the front door of the home, but closed his eyes to calm himself. "I can sing properly, and play the harp." He adds after a few seconds, eyes opening to try to get a glimpse of the man behind him.
"Very good." Alexei clapped his hands suddenly and stepped back around Julian on his way to a new door. He raised his ungloved hand up behind him as he walked, curling his fingers in the direction he was heading. "Come, then. And we will sign your contract. Congratulations on your new position." He intoned with a bit more enthusiasm than he had previously shown. It matched the slight spring in his feline gait as he led down the hallway and up the stairwell, not once pausing or looking back to see whether Julian had followed or not.
Julian frowned slightly as he watched the man suddenly switch and become energized as he followed the man who practically pranced up the stairs. He took his time, and spent a good while looking around. He stopped at the top of the stairs as Alexei had come to a stop, and immediately his gaze rose to meet his icy blue ones.
Alexei smiled sweetly down at the small male before him when the boy looked up at him, and gestured to the doorway which led back into the study he'd occupied until he had heard the knock on his front door. "It should be on the desk. After you." He paused by the door to wait for Julian.
There was a conspicuously legal-looking and officially-sealed paper sitting on the desk, atop a mound of documents. At the top in bold lettering was a statement of the contract with a space for one name. As the text continued down the scroll, it became progressively more arcane and legalese, until by the time Alexei's signature appeared, it was virtually in a foreign language, however, the very boldest and easily discerned sections concerning pay and compensation were quite straightforward.
Julian walked over to the desk, slowly, eyeing Alexei out of the corner of his eyes as the man hovered behind him, waiting eagerly for the boy to sign the contract. Julian placed his hands atop the desk as he looked over the scroll and the words written upon it. He took the time to read the first few paragraphs, though he found himself skimming over the rest. He was tired from his journey there, and he expected the contract to be exactly like every other contract he had signed prior to this one. He picked up the quill, dipped it in the ink a few times, and printed his name neatly. When he was satisfied, he looked over his shoulder at Alexei.
Alexei reached over Julian's shoulder and plucked the freshly signed contract from the desk. He brought it up to the light to inspect the signature before blowing the ink dry and folding it up carefully. He slid just a few inches around Julian to a locked drawer on the inside of his desk, and produced a key from his sleeve to open it and settling the document inside, before locking it once more. Alexei's gaze raised to Julian's face as the boy looked to him from the other side of the desk. He grinned and offered his ungloved hand to the boy for a shake.
Julian had been watching the man carefully, somewhat suspicious of the locked drawer, but, everyone had their secrets. He extended a white, silken gloved hand towards Alexei and clasped the man's hand in his own to shake firmly. "It will be a pleasure working with you Sir." He stated softly.
Alexei gave Julian's hand a slight squeeze before releasing him, and stepped back around to the other side of the desk. "I suppose you'll want to see your accommodations, then." The man mused almost idly as he looked at Julian with a faint smirk before making his way for the doorway and pausing. "This way." Alexei indicated in a more forceful tone than the one he had been using earlier, and started back down the hall to a closed door on the lefthand side. He turned and made way for Julian to open it and enter himself. "There's an interim change of clothes on the bed for you. Hopefully they fit." The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he discarded the smoldering remnants of his cigarette in a conveniently placed ashtray in the sill of the window just behind him at the end of the hall. There were ashtrays littered throughout the house to accommodate Alexei's habit.
Julian nodded once as he followed the man down the hall. He opened the door slowly and took a step into the room, scrunching his nose slightly and holding his breath as to not inhale the smoke from the man's cigarette. The room was uncharacteristically free of smoke, likely due to the fact that Alexei preferred his own accommodations to the servant's quarters. The room was clean, if a bit lacking in decoration, but there was a wardrobe and a writing desk and bedside table, and a serviceable looking bed. Julian's brows furrowed as he spotted that 'uniform' on the edge of the bed. A conspicuous bundle of frills lay upon the bed.
Julian glanced back at Alexei in confusion, who merely smirked wider at that point. Julian made his way to the edge of the bed and stared at the dress. He reached a hand down to flip over layers and such, examining the frills, and the ribbons, the entirety of the attire. He stared. Gods, he stared for a long time before looking back at Alexei. Clearly, there was a mistake.
The door closed with a click, and Alexei leaned back against it, arms crossed over his chest. He smiled toothily at Julian, unperturbed by the glowering at him. He turned to sit on the edge of the bed with a sigh. "Put it on." He ordered. "Don't give me that look, boy. You were going to have to learn what you're meant for from someone, you're just lucky it's me."
Julian watched as that door closed. He swallowed slightly at the sound of that audible click, eyes trailing after Alexei as he sat himself on the bed, and soon that stoic expression was consumed by one of confusion, and discomfort. He lowered his eyes to the dress in his hands. "It's… a woman's uniform… Sir…" He trailed off, frowning at the clothing in his hands, then at Alexei.
"Mhm. That it is." Alexei affirmed, leaning back on his palms and stretching his long legs out and crossing his ankles over one another. He indicated the Maid's dress with a bob of his head. "It'll suit you."
Julian swallowed once more. As if the dress wasn't bad enough, there were stockings and a garter laying beside it. He gave Alexei a pleading look, but when the man kept a stern gaze on him, he immediately looked from those icy blue eyes and back down at the dress. He slowly began to shrug out of his jacket, then fold it neatly onto the bed. He slowly, very slowly stripped and did the same with each article of clothing. He had a narrow waist, and a plump ass, his stomach was toned, but it was not very spectacular. There were barely any muscles there. He left his black silken boxers on, and slowly began to dress himself. He was unsure how to even put some of it on, but he did manage to get most of it. The back of the dress remained unzipped. He stared down at the dress with a very displeased look, refusing to look the man in the eyes, at this point. This was degrading. And he fucking hated it.
Alexei's eyelids drooped lazily over his nevertheless alert gaze, watching Julian as he undressed, like a panther sizing up his next meal. His eyes lingered on the suggestion of the boy's hips and on his stomach, before falling to his pert ass. He hummed placidly to himself as he observed the little show of frustration and indignation unfold, mildly amused at Julian's inability to figure out how women's clothing worked. He sat up fully finally, uncrossing his ankles and sitting properly, he patted his knee, offering Julian a perch. "Come." Alexei commanded with easy authority.
Julian stared at the man's knee as he patted it. He just, stared for a long moment, his expression filled with confusion. He walked over to the man slowly, however, he stands before him instead of sitting. "Sir… is this necessary?" Julian inquired the much larger male as his hands fell to one of the many layers of his new frilly skirt. He did not enjoy the idea of cross-dressing, nor wearing itchy frilly clothing. He didn't understand what was going on, as his life, up until now had been sheltered. His life revolved around work and studies.
Alexei sighed and raised an eyebrow at Julian's weak little attempt at an escape. He reached up and caught the boy's lithe wrists together in a vice grip, and jerked him downwards with strength that belied his willowy form. "Don't talk back. Hush and let me help you with your dress." He ordered, a sharp edge cutting into his until-then placid tones.
Julian's lips parted slightly to let out a breath of surprise, and clear discomfort as he was yanked forth and onto the man's lap. He shifted awkwardly on the man's leg and looked away, towards the door. He yearned to escape this embarrassment. Just what kind of weird shit was this man into? He certainly did not sign up for this. "My apologies…" He trailed off, though there was a hum of irritation in his tone.
Alexei's body posture softened as soon as Julian showed a bit of contrition, content to leave the sass in his tone lying for the moment. His hands released Julian's wrists and made for the zipper at Julian's back, slowly dragging it up with an audible zip until he had fully encased the boy in his frilly prison. He peeled the single glove he'd been neglecting to remove all that time off his hand, and worked his fingers under the top hem of the dress to feel the fit, tugging it up into proper position in the act.
Julian inhaled slowly as he felt the dress tighten considerably around his feminine form. The skirt complimented his body well, whether he liked it or not. It was a perfect fit, surprisingly. Julian stood immediately and stared at the door. Just one quick dash, and he would likely escape. He was certainly contemplating it, Gods it would only take a moment. His family would disown him, no one would believe him. Julian pondered his consequences as he stared longingly at that door. He felt like a prisoner, not a butler.
Alexei allowed Julian to stand, however, he caught one of the boy's wrists to keep him close. He eyed the snugly fit ensemble, reaching out to adjust a bit of lace that had flipped up and out of place at the hem of the skirt. "Those ruin the effect. I'm supposed to see nothing but leg." He mused, flipping the back of Julian's rather short skirt upwards to indicate his ill-suited boxers. "But aside from that, it is a vast improvement, don't you think?" He asked, looking at Julian now, his grip tightening on his wrist.
Julian's fingers flexed as his wrist was grabbed, again. Those digits curled into the palm of his hand to create a small fist after a moment. He kept his gaze averted from Alexei's, head turned away, towards the door. "It is not attire I am accustomed to wearing… Sir." He said quietly, trying to stay calm in the entire situation. His fist tightened at the grip on his wrist.
Alexei squeezed the wrist he held, a bit more painfully, his gaze hardening. He reached out with his free hand boldly, and grasped Julian's boxers by the seat, balling the material in his fist and yanking the garment downwards to his stockinged thighs. "It suits you far better than what you were wearing. You'll learn to love it." He stated firmly, keeping his grip on that wrist,
Julian's head turned to narrow his eyes to the grip on his wrist. He parted his lips to say something, but all that escaped through those lips was was gasp as he was relieved of his boxers. He reached down for the bottom of the skirt to tug it down as much as the material would allow, his knees pressed together tightly. "Sir…" He said sternly, trying to compose himself now. This was humiliating enough. To be wearing women's clothing, but to not be wearing undergarments, this was where he drew the line. He'd end this kind of behavior right now.
"I bet if you turned around and I flipped that skirt up, your body would be singing a different tune than the one your mouth is." Alexei posited cooly. He smirked as Julian's knees met. "It's as if you can't help yourself from acting like a blushing, scandalized maiden. Turn, Julian, or I'll keep you with your back turned and we can call you Julie for the evening."
Julian's lips pursed into a very thin line. What did he just say? He turned, very, very slowly, brows knit tightly together as he pondered on the man's words, his head was reeling, spinning with thoughts. He swallowed. He didn't want to be called Julie, that was a woman's name, and his name was Julian. He didn't want to be wearing this.. dress. He didn't want to be here. His skirt lifted during the slow spin, and he stopped before Alexei, a sullen expression on his face.
"Legs further apart. It won't do if you have those hanging there all night while you're dusting." Alexei smirked to himself in amusement, gesturing to the boxers that rested baggily at Julian's knees. One of his fingers traced the inside of Julian's wrist, along his veins, with something of a hint of affection. "And stop making that face. Do you want your lips to be stuck like that, or do you want to have the nice, pretty ones you were born with?"
Julian moved his legs further apart, but only slightly, and allowed those boxers to fall. He cleared his throat, as he turned his head away, avoiding his gaze, still. His fingers twitched as he felt Alexei's rough finger tracing the inside of his wrist. It tickled, and caused his fingers to flex ever so slightly. He remained silent, though within his head, a storm raged, a fire roared as anger and an alarmingly unsettling array of emotions flooded into him. "I do not like this." He stated firmly.
Alexei eyed Julian from head to toe, nodding to himself for his impeccable taste in dress-up ensembles. He placed his free hand on the boy's inner thigh, running his palm up the soft fabric of the stockings until he reached the garter. His fingers wormed beneath it, between the fabric and his bare flesh, and he adjusted the article's position. He completely disregarded Julian's state of discomfort. "A bit of lipstick and some rogue and I would actually believe it, too."
Julian's body tensed considerably as he felt that hand glide up his inner thigh. Goosebumps raised and raced along his ivory flesh at the touch, and he visibly shivered. He let out a soft breath as those fingers reached into the garter to adjust the stocking. His toned wavered, only slightly before returning to its usual, emotionless one. He needed to be remain calm, he needed to show he was serious. He had heard of these kinda of things happening, to women, but never men. His sisters were always told to be stern and calm. He cleared his throat. "I do not like this." He repeated. "I am done playing 'dress-up'. It is degrading, and it is not what I was sent here to do, Sir."
Alexei's eyes glinted as he heard that breath that left Julian. His hand made its way to Julian's other thigh, repeating the action. This time, his fingertips lingered and traced a few lines just above his garter, and just a bit under the hem of his skirt. He tugged the boy closer by his thigh and wrist, indicating his lap once again with a dip of his head. "We don't disagree and rebel against our employers, do we? Especially not when they've just given us a nice new dress. I was going to get you something more modest, but I think you'll have to be suitably contrite before we lengthen your skirt."
Out came a loud "Ooffnn!" From Julian as he was tugged into the man's lap. It was easy. Julian was a small, frail thing. He squirmed, only slightly at first, though he stopped to listen to the man's words. "Sir..." He mumbled in warning. He found himself clearing his throat a few times as he listened on, his gaze lowering to the attire he was wearing. His face was, slightly reddened. This was embarrassing. He was being manhandled, while made to wear a dress. This was fucked up, it was degrading. He turned his head to glance at Alexei out of the corner of his eyes, a slight glare to his gaze. He looked away immediately. Back to the door. If he could free himself from the man's grip, it might take only thirty seconds to reach that door.
Alexei pulled Julian further up his leg, until the boy's rump sat dangerously close to the center of his lap. He brushed his fingers around Julian's wrist, and up over his bare arm, as the other hand continued to brush and knead at his bare thighs. "Look at me Jules. Do you mind me calling you Jules? No? Excellent." He continued without a breath between each clause. "Tell me you're sorry as sweetly and prettily as you can, and I'll forgive you for it, this time."
Julian froze as he was scooted back, his fingers flex a few more times as he felt those rough fingers brush along that sensitive flesh of his wrist, and over his arm. His eyes fell to that hand on his thigh, though soon he turned his head to look at Alexei. He opened his mouth to respond to the question, though, closed it as Alexei allowed him no time to answer. He glared off at the door once more, brows furrowed in irritation. He did finally look back at him, though. "I'm… sorry…" He says quietly, looking away as he said it. The door. It was close.
Alexei pinched the tender flesh of Julian's inner thigh after a moment of consideration. "Try again. Look at me and pout this time." His fingers drifted further up Julian's leg, resting comfortably at the very uppermost of his thigh. "Or you can apologize with your face in the pillows, and your skirt upside down. Your decision."
Julian stared at Alexei, more or less, deadpanned. What did he just say? He blinked a few times, lips parted. He glanced off to the side, then to the hand on his thigh, which caused him to shift uncomfortably. He swallowed thickly, then looked over at Alexei once more. Fear, was evident in those green eyes of his. "I'm… sorry…" He said in a softer tone, though the pout was real, mostly discomfort, and confusion, and a legitimate fear as he was beginning to feel an arousal under his skirt.
Alexei noted the movement as Julian shifted, and gave the boy, possibly, the most smuggest look anyone had ever given anyone else. He raised the hand he hand been stroking the boy's pale arm with and thumbed over the boy's bottom lip. The hand under his skirt ran as far up Julian's thigh as it could go, then, to the side. "Mhm. That's better." He cooed as his palm met the underside of Julian's rising manhood. "Maybe you'll end up with your face in the pillows anyway, if this keeps up. Are you trying to seduce your Master, Jules? It won't get you out of housework."
Julian's face took on a deep red hue from embarrassment, really. He did all he could not to turn his head away as that thumb ran along his bottom lip. It tickled, and it was an odd sensation. He widened his eyes as he felt that hand on his slowly growing member. It even twitched once at the touch. Immediately, his hands found Alexei's wrist, and he pushed back against the man, his knees raising slightly and pressing together. "Ah-.. S-... Sir! I'm n-.. I'm not, I wasn't…" He stammered. What was happening anymore. His eyes raised to the door. The door.
Alexei calmly moved his arm and flipped the front of Julian's skirt up to expose the sight of his fingers wrapped around the boy's rising shaft. And he bounced him on his knee as he teased and stroked with almost an air of disinterest. "Now, Jules, what do I do with a maid like you? I know what most men would do. It's a time honored tradition, even. But what do, I, do with you? Any thoughts?" He said quite calmly as he kneaded the hardening flesh of Julian's cock.
Julian's hands gripped Alexei's wrist tightly. "Ahh-hnn..mmnng…" He breathed out, sounded out, as he was slowly stroked, and teased. His body jerked as he felt those bursts of pleasure. "Please.. Sir… I haven't ever…" He cuts off to swallow hard. "STOP!" His voice was urgent. Dire. Filled with panic. His legs twitched, and his breathing was slightly off now. He didn't like this, he didn't want this.
"Doesn't sound like you're too attached to your purity, Jules. Sounds like you want me to have you over his bed." Alexei hummed to himself happily as he grasped Julian by the hip with his free hand, and pulled the boy's bare rump directly into his lap. Despite his overly placid mannerisms, the obvious outline of his clothed shaft pressed heavily into Julian's bared cheek. "If you can tell me you don't want it, and make me believe you, I'll stop. Go ahead."
Julian bit down on his lip as he was pulled further into Alexei's lap, out came a whimper. He squirmed ever so slightly for a second, until he noticed that shaft against him. He stopped immediately. He'd not been in this kind of situation before. Never before felt such pleasure and fear. He had been taught it was wrong. Sexual pleasure. His hips bucked instinctively against that hand that stroked him, before he let out a heavy breath through his nose. "I…" He trailed off, swallowing once more. What the fuck did he want. He wanted to get out of there. He wanted to cry. He could feel his eyes tearing up already. He leaned back against Alexei and tilted his head back against his shoulder, his chest heaving heavily. Oh no. Down came tears, streaming from emerald eyes as he glowered ahead, at the door.
Alexei followed Julian's movements with his eyes, his fingers still wrapped around and gliding over his stem. He raised an eyebrow as the boy's head slumped back onto his shoulder, and then the hand on his hip made for his dress' zipper. Alexei slowly unzipped Julian as if unwrapping a present, pausing to roll the confused little thing's full sac between his dextrous fingers before he resumed his slow, milking strokes. "Get on your knees," he ordered, suddenly withdrawing his hand.
Julian breathed out shakily as that glorious feeling stopped and Alexei's voice pushed through. Through the fog of anger and fear, and confusion that lingered around Julian. He let out a slightly frustrated sound, albeit, rather quiet. He slipped off of his lap and onto the floor, to his knees and turned to face him, head tilting back to peer up at him with those green eyes. He didn't know what the fuck he was doing. His fingertips rested against the floor's surface, between his knees. "Please... I want to go home..." He whimpered, staring up at Alexei with moist eyes. He was sobbing quietly now.
Alexei reached down and popped open his belt, leaving his trousers still clasped, before reaching down and tangling his fingers in Julian's sable coif. He brushed his long bangs down into his tear filled eyes, smirking at the effect it had on his appearance, before using his hair to lead the boy closer, probably on his hands and knees, until he knelt just at the bed's edge. "Undo my pants," he gave Julian one last muss to his hair, then lounged back on his hands, watching intently.
"Undo..." He echoed those words. Those words rang in his head. Bounced off the walls inside his skull. He knew what lay beneath the fabric that concealed Alexei's lower half. He did have to practically crawl to him as he was guided by his hair and his eyes lowered to the man's trousers, then back to those blue eyes, then back to the trousers. He raised up to his knees a bit and cleared his throat, sniffling softly before trembling hands reached forth to pop open a button and unzip his pants. He glanced back up at him. "Please..." He pleaded. "I don't want to do this..." He trailed off, raising his hands to wipe at tear streaked cheeks.
Alexei reached back down and drew his fingertips over the nape of Julian's neck after he'd obeyed. He toyed briefly with the blush of his full, wet cheeks before leaning back. Alexei's cock stood proud from his open fly, its flesh concealed by the fabric of his own silk boxers just as its length and breadth were not. He waited patiently a few minutes, watching the boy on his knees before him. "Pull them down, Julian. Will you be needing a map, as well?"
Julian blinked back a few tears, then lowered his eyes to the arousal waiting just under Alexei's boxers. He leaned between Alexei's legs and curled the tips of his fingers into the waistband of those silk boxers. He raised his eyes to Alexei's as he tugged them down, though, that erection was revealed all to soon as it had sprung to freedom and whapped Julian right on the left cheek. His left eye closed at the sudden attack. He let out a sound of displeasure.
Alexei let out an uncharacteristically inelegant snort as Julian treated himself to a grade A cockslap. He shot the boy a pearly smile after his little fit had died down, then reached down and drew his thumb over his bottom lip. "Open and stick your tongue out. Next time you'll know not to stand too close, won't you," he murmured, still chuckling, and stroked with his fingertips those pout-ready lips he was about to deflower.
Julian did as he was told, surprisingly without any actual defiance. Plump pink lips parted slightly, and his hot wet tongue darted out, hanging like some kind of dog. He stared up at him for a moment before closing his eyes. He couldn't look at him.
Alexei peered down at Julian's expression for a few moments before he let out an exasperated sigh and cupped the back of the boy's head, tugging him closer until the heavy, blunted crown of his cock rested on his outstretched tongue. "Open wider and let it slip along your tongue."
Julian breathed out through his mouth heavily, hot breath against Alexei's cock as he parted his lips wider, mouth opening, inviting now. His eyes squeezed shut tighter, forcing out a few tears. He sniffed a few times, chest heaving as he tried to keep from sobbing uncontrollably.
Alexei set both of his hands on Julian's head. Slowly, painstakingly, he pulled the boy's lips and tongue down over the first few, thick inches of his pride. He sighed slightly at the sensation against the turgid flesh of his cock, and it flexed, pulsing a fragrant bead of precum onto Julian's tongue.
Julian's tongue twitched as he felt those few inches push into his mouth, over his tongue. His brows furrowed deeply as he could taste precum now. He gurgled a bit. at the taste, it made him want to vomit, and he could feel his stomach churning.
"Relax," Alexei cooed as he sunk more of his flesh past Julian's soft lips. "Open your throat," he ordered with a hint of urgency as he felt the beginnings of the boy's tonsils brush his now-copiously drooling crown.
Julian had expected to choke, but, nope. Apparently this was Alexei's lucky fuckin' day, because he took it like a champ. He definitely could open his throat up. As any good singer could. He does let out a whimper of sorts, however. Though he apparently, had no gag reflex, it didn't mean that having something lodged into his fuckin' throat was the best feeling in the world.
Alexei sighed softly as the slick walls of Julian's esophagus struggled to accommodate his girth. He held the boy there for a few long moments, his hips raised from the mattress as his catamite kissed the smooth flesh of his pelvis, albeit somewhat of an unorthodox first kiss. His hands gripping Julian's head stroked the silken black locks that entangled their digits. "I knew it," Alexei purred and let himself fall back onto the edge of the bed, the freshly-exposed portion of his cock glistening with Julian's saliva. "You can open your throat like any trained singer." He smirked.
Julian pulled away slowly and looked off to the side, away, at anything else. In the process, part of the dress he was wearing fell to expose his shoulder as he leaned back. He wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand, attempting to rid his mouth of his own saliva, and some of Alexei's precum, which had now dribbled from his mouth and down the corner of his lips along his chin. His body heaved. He felt like he was going to be sick.
Alexei released Julian's head as his pride slipped from its previous sheath. He leaned back on his hands and peered down at the kneeling form at his feet, regarding that pale shoulder with hunger. "Take the dress off and keep sucking," Alexei said finally, reaching up to undo the top buttons of his silk shirt before shrugging out of his jacket, leaving the waistcoat he wore beneath on for the moment.
Julian let his green eyes fall on Alexei as he spoke to him. Anything to get out of this dress. He seemed in a hurry to remove the it, to escape his frilly confines, and perhaps, even appeared relieved at that point to do so. He let it fall to his knees and leaned forward once more, closing his eyes and opening his mouth like before. The tears had since stopped, and he was quiet now, save for the sniffles here and there, and whimpers and whines ythat escaped him.
Alexei waited patiently for a few seconds, his spit-slicked cock twitching as he settled back on his hands. He waited, and looked down at Julian around his thick mast. "Julian, I thought I told you to suck my cock." he said after a few moments, and reached down. Alexei caught the boy's tongue between his finger and thumb, tugging it closer to his beating shaft. "You'll need to open your eyes to see what you're doing."
Julian opened his eyes as his tongue was grabbed, and he was tugged on closer. He didn't know what he was doing. He felt sick to his stomach. He was frightened, and above all else, he was confused. He gave an experimental lick to the tip of Alexei's cock, those emerald eyes wandering up to look at Alexei for some form of approval. Anything. He wanted this over with.
The heavy crown twitched as Julian's tongue met its already-wet surface. A thick droplet of clear pre-cum dripped from the very tip onto Julian's waiting orator. Alexei huffed with exasperation, "Jules, this is for your own good. I'm going to use this to make you into a girl in a few minutes, and you'll want it as slicked up as it can be. Do you understand? I'm going to bend you over this bed and fuck you raw while you watch yourself in the mirror on your dresser."
Julian sat there, on the floor, wedged between Alexei's knees. Staring blankly at the mans cock. Where was that supposed to go? "I... am not trained in that Area... Sir." He states finally, and slowly stands. Apparently, somehow now confident. He assumes his proper positioning. Standing, shoulders back, chin up as he looked down at the other. He was done. He turned on his heel to leave, a had extending towards the door, though he was not anywhere near it just yet.
"Oh, you will be," Alexei's arms shot out and grabbed Julian by his bare hips, yanking him off of his stocking-clad feet and throwing him bodily across the bed on his stomach. He slid to his feet, placing a hand on the back of the boy's neck and pressing him heavily into the mattress. Alexei stood over his exposed form and planted a hard slap against one of his shapely cheeks, resting his glistening cock against the other. "I'm going to train you, and you'll be begging for it in a few days."
Julian flailed his hands in front of himself as he was thrown across the bed onto his tummy. He squirmed a bit and rested his hands open palmed onto the bed. "S-." He was cut off by the feeling of that slap to his ass, and soon what followed was a yelp. He gathered the blankets and sheets in his palms tightly and turned his head to press a cheek to the bed, and peer at Alexei out of the corner of his eyes. A glare fixated itself on Alexei's icy blue eyes.
Alexei caught Julian's big greens in his own icy stare. He kneaded over the evident red mark his hand had left on the boy's ass, stroking the reddened flesh. "You like that." he stated simply. Alexei spanked Julian again, and ground his hips down. His thick cock left a glistening trail over the unmarked cheek as it slipped over the smooth, untouched skin. "See, I know you. You like to think you're a disciplined servant, don't you? Well, what kind of a good servant lies to his Master, hm? Things would be so much easier for you if you'd just be honest with yourself." He chided firmly and delivered another smack to the boy's red backside. Alexei nudged his dripping pride to the side, letting it rest significantly between his mismatched ass cheeks. He reached up and caught Julian's wrists, clenched in the blankets, in one hand, holding them firmly against the bed. "You should have sucked. This is going to be painful for you."
Julian swallowed as he gazed into those piercing eyes of Alexei's. He sucked in air sharply through clenched teeth as he was spanked, again. "I'm not ly-." He was cut off, once more by another smack to his ass, which earned Alexei a groan of pain, frustration, maybe, maybe a hint of pleasure there, buried deep. He found himself in a fierce panic. "Sir." He stated firmly. Oh ho, he was trying to be assertive. It almost sounded like a warning. But trailed off into a whine of sorts. "Please... stop! Please!" He cried out, his body squirming wildly.
Alexei raised his hand and reddened the other cheek as he caught the hint of defiance still in Julian's tone. Alexei left his palm on the boy's rump, clutching the irritated flesh cruelly as he spread it open. The underside of his drooling cock met Julian's entrance, dragging over it as a foreshadow. "If you keep sassing me, I'm going to make this pretty little ass of yours bleed. Just be the good little cocksleeve you truly are and I'll only bruise you. You'll probably like that, too, won't you?"
Julian clenched his ass cheeks as tightly as he could, even as Alexei tried to spread them. "Men don't..." His voice cracked for a second. "Do that with men." He finished after taking a breath, though, he tried to lift himself up in some weird push up type position. He was struggling at this point, squirming in a fit of complete panic. He was about to be raped, if he didn't escape. He could feel his throat tightening, his chest swelling, eyes tearing up. "Please..." His voice cracked.
"You're not a man," Alexei cooed, his gentle tone completely mismatched by the way he held Julian down with inexorable force. He dipped his head at the image of them in the mirror. He raised his hips, and the thick crown of his cock slid down the boy's split, poised to deflower him with just a few pushes downward. "Look at yourself in the mirror. You're barely even a boy. By the time I'm done with you, the only thing on your mind will be my cock, and just how much you love it when I force you down on your chest and pump you full of cum. Can you say 'cum', little Julie? Say it."
Julian raised his head up slightly, enough to glance at the mirror and the, position he was in. He half looked like a girl from where he was looking into the mirror. He raised green eyes to meet Alexei's in the mirror's reflection, fingers flexing slightly in discomfort as his wrists were held above his head and against the bed. His hands felt hot, and full, as the circulation was being cut off from the vice grip. He almost glared at him. He said nothing, but his eyes were challenging him to go further. See what happens. He began to squirm more.
"Bad girls get punished." Alexei purred, and jerked his hips downward. The blunt, dripping head of his shaft battered against Julian's untouched flower. He tried again, this time splitting the resistant ring open around the slicked crown of his cock. He smirked at the boy in the mirror. "Apologize and follow my orders. Say 'cum'."
Julian's face lost that cocky look, that proud stern glare on Alexei's piercing blue eyes in the reflection of the mirror. The look was replaced with one of surprise, and discomfort, pain, fear. He inhaled sharply through his mouth, a loud gasp as he felt him enter. He could feel his flesh tearing, sending searing pain that shot through his body and forced tears to his eyes. Oh Gods... "I'm I'm sorry, I'm.. Sir!" He closed his eyes tightly as the disgusting word rolled off his tongue and into the air. "C-..um..." He choked that word out, his hands tightened into fists and out came a very loud, pained cry as he felt himself being forced open. The pain was dizzying.
Alexei's cock sunk a few inches past Julian's pucker, aided by more thick rivulets of precum. He licked at his bottom lip and kept his gaze on the boy's face in the mirror, a bit of sultry heat making it through even though his expression remained stony. "That's not quite good enough, but you tried. Say it again. Try using it in a sentence this time. Try saying 'I want your cum, Master'." He squeezed Julian's wrists as his hips drooped ever lower, his conquering pride stretching its virgin prize painfully.
Julian soon screamed out in pain, a lot of pain. His eyes welled up with tears as he gazed at a now blurred reflection in the mirror. He let out a loud pant that ended with a choked out whimper. He was tensing, a lot. And he could feel himself stretching still. He could feel just how big Alexei was now, just how thick, how hard. "I want..." He exhaled loudly, slowly, as if trying to keep himself from either crying from the discomfort, and pain, or to keep himself calm, or not feeling disgusting from the arousal he himself had from the situation. It was hard to tell at this point. "Y-...your cum... Master..." He whimpered, shoulders shaking as he felt Alexei push further into him. This was not pleasure. This was pain. Tears stung his eyes and trailed down his cheeks as he began to breathe quickly. "Pl-ease…" He cried out. "Stop…."
"Good," Alexei cooed, still in the process of turning Julian's ass into a cunt. "Now you know how to ask for your meals. But you've been a bad girl tonight, on the whole, so I'll be giving you the punishment you need. If you're very good from now on, tomorrow will be a brand new day." He grunted as he worked his cock further past the boy's twitching, shocked muscles. "I'll give you some advice, if you say 'Please tell me how I can take your cock better, Master'." He said as he ignored the boy's pleas.
Julian whimpered loudly in protest, his fingers curling into his palms, fingers digging into his flesh harshly, to the point that his blood from the nails in his palms gathered in his hands. He gritted his teeth as he felt Alexei's cock thrust in deeper, his mouth parted slightly as his muscles twitched from the pain. He buried his face into the blankets. "P-p-... please..." He whined pathetically. "Please... tell me how..." He cleared his throat, letting out a heavy pants, taking a minute to sob and sniffle. "I can take your... cock better... Master..." He turned his head to peer at the mirror, at his messy hair, at his tear streaked, reddened cheeks. He was panting heavily. He could feel the acid in his stomach churning about, and taste the saliva in his mouth, watering and filling it. He felt like he might be sick.
"Go limp, pretty Julie." Alexei mumbled, smirking. He waggled his hips from side to side, pulling the twitching flesh of Julian's passage looser around the throbbing flesh of his cock. Alexei craned down over his whimpering little cock-sleeve, and dragged his long tongue up the top of the boy's spine, still holding his wrists. "Yours isn't the tightest cunt I've made mine. Soon you'll fit me like a glove. It'll hurt tonight, but I can make you cum for me anyway. Do you want that? Do you think you deserve some pleasure at the end of your punishment? Beg me."
Julian dropped his face to the blankets, and breathed heavily into it, his own hot breath heated up his face as it lay nestled within the cotton blankets. He shivered at the feeling of that hot, wet tongue along his spine, raising those goosebumps along his flesh once more, hair stood up seemingly at attention. "Y-...yes.. Master.. please..." He said, though muffled, into the blankets. He had tried to relax, but the pain, is was nearly unbearable. He felt vomit raising up his throat slowly.
Alexei purred wordlessly against the back of Julian's neck. He opened his mouth and closed his lips over the boy's flesh, sinking his teeth into his shoulder hard enough to slightly break the skin. He dragged his lips over to the other shoulder, repeating the action with a groan. His cock buried itself to the stem in Julian's tight canal, and he kissed each of the slightly bloody bite marks with the uttermost care. "There. I said I would make you bleed for sassing me, and now I have. You like me better when I'm kind, don't you." Alexei muttered, his breath hot against Julian's ear. "Besides, I'll be wanting your sex intact, my sweet little blushing maiden. It'll hurt less and feel better every time; you really should be begging me to breed you night and day so that you fit me."
Julian wailed out, rather loudly as those teeth pierced his flesh. It left him trembling in pain. He shivered for the third time that evening as he kissed at the wounds he had caused. He turned his head away as Alexei whispered into his ear, and he did not respond any further. His eyes focused a blurred gaze at the mirror, his teeth bit down onto his tongue at some point, and he could taste the metallic of his blood now fill his mouth. His body jerked as he dry heaved, saliva and blood dribbled from his mouth to his chin, dripping onto white sheets, staining them.
Alexei stretched further up and pressed another kiss into the side of Julian's neck. He nipped, this time, and then ran his tongue up the boy's upturned cheek. He stroked Julian's wrists once more as he pinned them, bringing his hips up until only the flared crown of his cock remained to hold its sleeve open. Out came a generous amount of blood, the consequences of a virgin's ass. His thick, violating length slid back into the boy's slightly more pliable cunt, the gentle curve of its shaft brushed against Julian's bundle of pleasure nerves. "You didn't believe me when I said it could feel good, did you." he mumbled, his breath heavy against Julian's neck as he treated the quivering ball of confused arousal to another slow prod against his prostate. "It's like nothing you've ever felt, isn't it?"
Julian bit down on his bottom lip, enough to draw blood, really, enough for a whimper to be caught in his throat. He seemed to relax as Alexei withdrew, and he let out a shuddering breath, and of course, he tensed up slightly as he re-entered his violated ;cunt'. He cried out lewdly as he felt that pleasure shoot through him briefly, causing his legs to twitch. He inhaled in surprise quickly, then opened his mouth to protest, though the only 'protest' Alexei was greeted with was another sound, a lewd moan, followed by his famous whimper. He was breathing heavily now, mouth open as he peered into the mirror with had lidded eyes. He'd given up on the struggle at that point. He could smell blood. He could feel blood, dripping from his abused hole, down his thighs.
Alexei let out a deep, clove-scented breath as his hips began to do their work, and he finally felt the steady, lapping pressure of a proper rut against the aching flesh of his cock. He battered Julian's prostate on each steady, fluid thrust into the boy's abused sleeve. "I always bite, Julian, but you don't have to always bleed. Do you want to love your Master, or fear him? The choice is yours: I can make you do either. I can make you love me and your life will be featherbeds and this pleasure you're feeling. Or I can use you like a piece of meat and have no regard for how badly it hurts. Take my advice and choose my affection."
Julian simply stared into the mirror as Alexei thrusted into him, his once pure 'cunt', that now welcomed his cock. His passage tightened around his length with every brush to his prostate, and each time it earned Alexei a moan, a sound that Julian was trying terribly to choke down. His eyes half lidded and soon his body seemed to relax properly as he took what his Master offered him. His lips were parted as he stared into his own green eyes in the mirror's reflection. "Yes... Master..." He almost whispered within a moan. With each thrust, his mouth opened further, and out trailed a mixture of blood, and saliva, and a small bit of stomach acid that had crawled up his throat. Julian stared into that mirror for what seemed to be an eternity. His brain was fuzzy, and his thoughts would not form properly, he became increasingly nauseous and dizzy. All he made out as the creaking of the bed, his faltering cries, Alexei's moans and groans. And the pain, the nauseating pain.
Julian no longer felt that intense pain he had felt previously, at the start, though there was still pain. Now stray tears trailed down moist cheeks as he watched himself lose his purity, watched himself become a cock-sleeve. He stared at his reflection as Alexei destroyed what innocence he once had. Soon, between cries for help, and pleading to stop, between moans of pleasure and groans of pain, between dry heaving to the smell of sex that filled the air, and staring at his trembling, defiled reflection, Between Alexei releasing hot strings of cum into his newly made 'cunt', and his own orgasmic high, that thrust him into a headspace he'd never known, his eyes focused on the mirror, and that door. The door...
He watched Alexei unsheath his cock from his abused hole. He watched as his trembling, shaking body fell to the bed in a disgraceful heap. He watched as Alexei's cum dripped from within him, mixed with his own blood, dirtying the blankets and sheets of his new bed. He watched as Alexei got up and headed for the door. Through that reflection, he had seen it all. He had witnessed it all, like some kind of nightmare. And as he watched that door shut with that familiar audible click , he had heard not so many hours ago, his world did indeed fade to black in a mess of trembling tears, and loud ringing in his ears. Emerald eyes, eyes on that door. Yes... the door... as his eyes finally closed.