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I know A LOT of you guys are probably like 'hey! This isn't the sequel I was heavily anticipating!' and trust me, I'm working on the first chapter of that, but I was hit with HEAVY inspiration when I was writing this, so please give it a chance.

Warnings: Violence, rape.

THIS STORY IS YUURAM, KEEP THAT IN MIND!

It had started off as a normal day in Blood Pledge Castle, and to any spectator, it would seem to be a nice day in the sunshine, the members of the castle sipping at cool glasses of lemonade and nibbling on the tiny ham sandwiches provided by the maids. It was a normal setting, a simple picnic, which had quickly taken a turn for the worse.

The blackguards swept from nowhere when the sun had peaked in the heavens, surprising the party with the organization that belied their dirty and meagre looks, masks of filthy brown rough cloth, shaggy horses that haven't seen a curry comb in as long as their masters haven't seen a bath. Gwendal and Conrad pushed the king behind them, driven by the need to protect the monarch. Wolfram took a defensive stance behind and to the left of Gwendal to stave off any rear attacks. Neither of the older Mazoku even thought about the possibility that the intended target was indeed their youngest brother. They believed him to be able to care for himself; after all, he was the commander of a platoon of troops

Just when they thought the attackers were retreating, they noticed Wolfram's head bobbing to the cadence of the ragged horse's hoof beats. A rag soaked with a sweet, heady smell the only witness to the kidnapping. They were too occupied with protecting the king, they had completely overlooked Wolf.

Gwendal and Conrad couldn't reach Wolfram in time, too occupied with the swarm of strangers that they were trying to fight off. Yuuri, too frozen in shock to actually help, had only realized what was going on when Wolfram was being slung over the man's shoulder and carried to a horse that one of them had taken out of the stable. The man tossed Wolfram over the saddle as if he was no more then a sack of flour, and in a few seconds, they were gone, as if they had never arrived in the first place, only abandoning the single man who had been captured by Gwendal.

And all Celi, Gwendal, Conrad, Greta, and Yuuri could do was watch as the beautiful boy was carried away from them.

Celi sat in shock, had she been so horrible a mother to let her baby be taken from her? She was suddenly overcome with the need to take care of something…someone. She reached out to His Majesty, the closest one to her…she could take care of him for now…where she had failed her baby…her little Wolfie…

While Yuuri stands there, not willing to accept what happened. Wolfram was right there. He was standing just beside him. It's Wolf's hand shaking his shoulder and dusting the dirt off his black shirt…It was Wolfram's feminine chest that he was pulled to…wait…

"W-Wolfram…?" But no…it was just Celi…Wolfram was gone…not here…away…

Greta looked to her left, tears running down her face as she looked at the crushed flower crown, laying among the boot prints. She couldn't fight back sobs any longer and let a long string of questioning erupt from her quivering lips, most of them consisting of 'Where's P-Papa Wolf-f...W-Why is he gone? Why wasn't anyone watching him-m?'

Gwendal and Conrad shared a shame filled look between them, as they uncovered the absence of their youngest brother, self hatred blossoming deep in their aching chests.

Wolfram had roused from the blackness surrounding him, greeted with only sound being the odd drip of water hitting stone. He blinked his eyes open and swung his head around to see where he was. All he could see was black…he was cold…cold and tired. He blinked again, trying to shake the inclining to sleep, and tried to figure out where his limbs were. He wriggled his fingers and tapped his foot.

Okay, He thought, at least those still work.

He waited only a few more moments before trying to swing his legs around and stand. He felt something restricting him and the rattle of chains. They had shackled him…he was being held in a cell…

The only question that Wolfram had was 'what the hell did anyone want from me?' He looked around the room once more trying to see if the darkness had lifted anymore, which was in vain because it was just as bleak as it had been before.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of foot steps echoing throughout the cell. Wolfram whirled his head towards the sound, but was met with only darkness.

"W-Who's there?" He stuttered out.

A low chuckle resounded and a candle was lit. Wolfram lifted his head to the light and saw a man staring down at him greedily. Wolfram shuddered under the look, wishing to be home.

"Hello, Pet…" The man said, kneeled beside Wolfram and stroking his face. Wolfram tried to jerk away from the touch but was met only with a harsh slap across his right cheek.

The man chuckled at Wolfram tried once more to back away, glaring at the man. "Ah, ah, ah, Pet…don't be naughty now, or I'll have to punish you."

Wolfram glared even harsher at the man. "What do you want with me you cretin?"

The man smirked and reached behind him to grab something, bringing around to face Wolfram. A length of cloth. "Now, Pet, we can't let that mouth of yours move of its own free will, can we?" The man leaned in and grabbed Wolfram's chin, forcing him to look upwards, and kissed him deeply, shoving his tongue into Wolfram's mouth. Wolfram tried to bite the tongue that had been shoved down his throat, but instead, the tongue left him, only to be replaced by the cloth. A gag.

Now, Wolfram was left bound and mute…and at this stranger's mercy…and the odd man used that to his advantage.

He began immediately, taking a knife and cutting away at Wolfram's uniform jacket and undershirt. Wolfram turned his face away as he braced himself for the inevitable. The man ran his tongue down his neck, nibbling on the juncture between shoulder and neck harshly, before latching onto his nipple, the other too, biting hard enough that Wolfram thought he would draw more blood.

"Mmm…Your taste is so good, Pet…" He moaned as he bit down on one of the rosy buds, causing it to erect against Wolfram's will.

Wolfram was soiled now…Yuuri wouldn't want to even look at him after this…

The man had moved to his neck, nipping at that now, most likely leaving marks in his wake, his teeth taking the smooth, creamy flesh between his teeth and chomping on it, leaving purple and blue marks all the way down to Wolfram's hips. Wolfram squirmed as the man tried to get his pants undone. He would at least try to keep his virginity for Yuuri, if nothing else.

The man was having none of that, he quickly grabbed Wolfram's hip with one hand and held him down and used the other to slap Wolfram even harder then the first time…Wolfram tasted blood.

"Now, Pet, be good for your master."

Wolfram panicked, he knew he should fight, run him through with his sword…but fear quickly took hold of his body where his instincts wouldn't.

The man made quick work of his uniform pants, pulling them down all the way to his ankles, his undergarments following. He was now bear before this man…more naked then he had ever allowed himself to be in the presence of other. He whimpered against the gag.

The man cruelly flipped him over, pushing his arms at an odd angle behind him and spreading and bending his legs, leaving his legs spread wide and his ass in the air. Wolfram tried to buck away from the man, feeling exposed to the chill air, even more so to the disgusting man, but the grip he had on him was too tight. The thick fingers greedily grabbed at the bony hips, marring the once milky flesh with large, hand shaped, bruises. Never before had Wolfram been more ashamed of his combat skills. To be taken so easily…Had his entire career as a soldier been for naught? Had he not been good enough? This capture was a testament to his life on the battlefield…clearly portraying it as a failure.

Tears streaked down his face as the man forced Wolfram to suck his cock after removing the gag. The man grabbed onto the back of Wolfram's head and slammed him down onto his cock, thrusting into Wolfram's mouth, moaning the entire time. He gagged as the foul tasting length was shoved all the way to the back of his throat. Wolfram couldn't escape…

Wolfram contemplated biting the foul thing forced into his mouth, but suddenly, a harsh whisper cut off heavy moans, the man's putrid lips suddenly right next to his abused ear lobe. "Don't even think about it!"

After the man had gotten off, Wolfram thought that it would be over…but it was far from it. The man stuck his dirty fingers into Wolfram's mouth and forced him to suck them, wetting them with his saliva. Then, the gag was suddenly back in place and the man was moving behind him to shove his dirty, meaty fingers into Wolfram's unprepared entrance. Wolfram let out a shriek of pain against the cloth that restrained him. The man thrust the fingers harshly inside of him.

"You know, Pet…" He began, lining his cock with Wolfram's entrance. "I chose you because I knew you'd be the easiest…and the prettiest…" The man punctuated his words with a sharp smack to his ass, reddening it. And suddenly, the man thrust all the way to the hilt, shoving his length into Wolfram. Another shriek of pain.

Wolfram had tears running down his face at a rapid speed and sobs shaking his body. He had never been in so much pain before…it was excruciating. He felt a wetness between his thighs and assumed it was blood.

The man set a fast pace, thrusting harshly and steadily tearing and braking Wolfram's bleeding body.

Mercifully, the man got off quickly and pulled out of Wolfram and removed the gag, leaving him a shivering mess on the cold stone floor. The man grinned at the broken figure and began walking out of the room, leaving the candle lit. He would be back in a few minutes…he wasn't so bad…he gave his Pet break times…

The man stepped out the door to be greeted by three angry Mazoku and one seriously pissed off Demon King.

Wolfram shivered on the ground, bleeding from his head, pooling with the blood and semen from his behind, his knees drawn up under his chin. He ached all over and knew he wasn't a very pretty sight. He would never be the same after this; he only hoped that his family wouldn't miss him too much…

He heard footsteps echoing in the cell once more, though it seemed there were more of them this time…

He whimpered against the cold air and didn't bother looking up, sobbing out a few words. "P-Please…no more-e…p-please…" He felt even more tears running down his face.

A voice was heard amongst the –what he assumed was—four people. "Wolfie? Baby, is that you?"

Wolfram whipped his head to the sound, looking all around for it. "M-Mother…?"

He was suddenly wrapped in warm arms…ones that he recognized. He leaned heavily into the embrace sobbing against her long hair, blood mingling with tears.

"I'm so sorry, Baby…We're getting you out of here…His Majesty and Conrad are dealing with that…creature…outside…"

Celi looked at Wolfram and noticed his lack of clothes, and the blood. Celi gasped in shock, green eyes widening as she lay her eyes on her broken son, the only sound escaping her suddenly chapped lips being a weak "Oh, Wolfie...W-Wolfie…please tell me he didn't…"

Wolfram burst into wracking sobs once more, this time louder, each one ringing with his shame. He was tainted now; impure. His mother wouldn't want anything to do with him now. Suddenly, he was being wrapped in something. He looked down to see that it was Gwendal's jacket, the heavy green material swallowing his quivering and shaking body.

Gwendal lifted quivering form into his arms, holding the blonde steadfastly to his broad chest. Celi stood with Wolfram, keeping one hand attached to his, holding it as tightly as she dared. The three moved to the thick wooden door where Conrad and Yuuri waited, a glare still present on both their faces, easing into a worrisome gaze as their eyes landed on Wolfram's still shivering form.

Wolfram looked tiredly to his mother. "I-I'm so…tired-d…Mama-a…"

Celi clasped Wolfram's tiny hand even closer, nodding for Gwendal to hurry to the carriage awaiting them. She let a quiet whisper escape her lips once he, Yuuri, and herself were safely enclosed within the wooden walls of the carriage, Wolfram's head laying on her lap and his feet on Yuuri's, sandwiched between the two. "Sleep now, Baby…we'll be here for you when you wake up…"

Wolfram nodded to the soothing lullaby that was uttered from his mother's lips, recognizing it from his childhood.

"Little blue jay, hiding in a tree

Waiting for the breeze to let him flee

Sly old fox weaving on the ground

Soft padded feet don't make a sound

Shy baby Wolfie sleeping on my knee

Waiting for his dreams to set him free."

And all that awaited him in the darkness of his nightmares was a aching touch of loneliness, shrouding him in its grasp.

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