Warning(s): AU, underage, sexual content, mpreg, language, etc. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Summary: Barely ten years old when he was abandoned by the people he called a family. Hermaphrodites weren't liked and were sold to old men for whatever they please as slaves. They were the lowest of lowest, treated as whores. Fragile and weak the young hermaphrodite Chase was sold to a handsome young man who would do anything to protect him. But will Chase accept his new fate or will he runaway?
Chapter one: It Starts in the Beginning
He was sitting by the window sill waiting the arrival of his parents. Chase Harrington was a normal nine year old boy with two loving parents, Tasha and Donald Harrington. But not every family is what it seems. Chase was born a hermaphrodite, a male with a complete functioning uterus. That's right, he could carry and give birth to a full term baby.
Turning ten signifies his maturity as a hermaphrodite. A week before he will enter something similar to a heat. This means his body will prepare for a baby and his body will actually crave it until he is. His heat will happen at least twice a year.
Though they weren't rare they are viewed as whores. They aren't accepted by society and are of the lowest class. Most parents abandoned their own children when finding out the horrible truth.
Despite the difficulties both Tasha and Donald were happy to have a wonderful son. He was a straight A student but shy and reserved. Because of this he was picked on a lot but made a good friend named Leo.
In a few month's time it would be his tenth birthday. He was eagerly waiting for the day to arrive. So he was completely perplexed when a man he didn't know walked through the door to the living room.
"Chase Harrington?"
The little boy nodded. He was scared and confused as to why a stranger was standing in front of him. He didn't notice another man behind him with a cloth covering his airways. He felt like he was suffocating. But he didn't want to close his eyes. Tears slowly dripped down his pale cheeks as the world spinned turning black.
"What now?" the shorter of the two asked.
The masked man smiled wickedly, "we take him."
When Chase regained consciousness he thought it was a dream. A nightmare. Until he surveyed his surroundings in a locked room. It was dirty and small. It had a rotten smell to it that was so strong you could taste. How long has he been out?
No one came for the first two days. Not even to give him food, just water. On the third day the door knob turned and in came both men that had kidnapped him.
"I was getting worried," the shorter mocked.
"W-who a-a-are y-you?" Chase asks trembling from fear.
"None of your business-" another replied but was cut off.
"I want my mommy and daddy!" he cried.
"He wants his mommy and daddy!" they snickered.
Masked man 1, Chase decided to call him, kicked him for talking back. The poor boy fell whimpering in pain. He let a few tears out before taking deep breathes. Being bullied taught him how to manage the pain, no matter how bad.
"Mommy and daddy are dead," man no. 2 said.
"Liar! They're coming to take me away and you'll be in big trouble!" he screamed.
"Insolent kid! Disgusting herma-whores!"
He was beaten until he was broken down into a bleeding sobbing mess. Then the second man knelt down and showed him a video. It was of both his parents struggling against big men. A few words were exchanged until Tasha started screaming. One of the men pulled out a gun and pointed it to her head. He told her to shut up. He finally got tired of her and simply pulled the trigger. Even now the sound echos through the room. Donald cried out and it wasn't long until he followed suit.
"M-mommy..."
He was manhandled and stripped off of his torn clothes. They cleaned him taking their time. They pulled him up and blindfolded him pushing him out the door once done. Chase had no strength left in him as the men dragged him to a stage. He could hear excited whispers of men as he was turned around and touched down there.
"Isn't he a specimen! A great and healthy breeding whore as well as beautiful. Just look at that."
Those voices will forever be engraved in his memory.
"$1,000,000!" Someone yelled out.
"$1,500,000!"
"$3,000,000!"
"$10,000,000!"
"Ten million dollars going once, twice, th-"
"$100,000,000!"
"Sold to #56! Please come claim your prize in the back."
Adam's P.O.V
I don't know what I was doing here, in a place so rotten like this. A prize. These people don't even call them humans. It's rather disgusting. But as soon as I saw him my heart skipped a beat. From fear for him or another reason? I don't know. But that little boy is so beautiful and fragile. My heart just started to beat faster and faster. Then when those old men began to bid on him I just knew I had to have him. No matter how dirty I feel for desiring him so much.
Waiting outside in the back I was patiently standing by the door. Suddenly it creaked opened and out came the little boy from the auction. He was wrapped in a white sheet probably still naked. As soon as his blindfold came off the door closed and locked. We stared at each other's eyes until he coward back and began to whimper.
Instinctively I pull the hermaphrodite into my arms holding his small body to mine. His heartbreaking sobs continued until they were reduced to whimpers and hiccups. I pull him away to check him over. He looks at me with tear filled eyes full of pain. Slowly his eyes begin to droop. I pick him up and I can't help but smile when he clings to me. I take him over to my car and place him in the back.
"P-please," he whispers hoarsely.
"Hey hey what's wrong?" I ask brushing away his fringe.
"D-don't g-go s..sir," he replies.
"It's okay I gotcha. Are you hurt?"
He slowly nods.
"I'll take care of you from now on. Think of me as your brother or dad okay?"
"I want my real dad," he sniffles.
"I'm sorry but...he's not here. I don't know what happened but I'm sure he'll come back." I sigh.
He shakes his head "no."
"Why?"
"He's...he..." The little boy breaks down again.
I pull him in letting him cry his heart out. I don't care about my new shirt getting ruined as long as I can comfort him.
"It's okay. My name is Adam. What's your name?"
"Ch-Chase Harrington," he answers.
"From now on it'll be Chase Davenport."
He nods again. I close the door and go to the driver's seat. As I drive toward home I check the rearview mirror and notice Chase is sleeping soundly. His features soft and delicate while he sleeps peacefully. A big mansion starts to come to view as we arrive.
Not wanting to wake him I scoop him in my arms carrying him bridal-style through the big wooden double doors. I make my way upstairs and gently lay him on the bed in the room next to mine. I notice how light he weighs. As I change him in some comfortable clothes I notice how thin he looks. You can practically see his bones. Once done I throw away the once white sheets.
"I hope I can protect you Chasey. I hope you can open up to me."
I dim the lamp light near the queen sized bed and walk out the door.
"Adam?"
I turn to see Bree standing there.
"Is he...?"
"He's going to be my..."son" please take care of him."
She nods and smiles sadly.
"Is something wrong?" I ask sighing tiredly.
"Your manager is on the phone," she says.
I walk away with a muttered "thanks" and go to my study.
If you haven't guessed I'm an actor. I'm 20 years old and a very successful actor working in movies, dramas, and tv series. Like Chase I'm an orphan of father and mother. They both died in a car accident when I was fifteen. It was hard growing up without them but I managed and became very successful in the end. When I turn 21 I'm supposed to marry and take over Davenport Inc. my father's business and pride.
As much as I don't want to, it's my job. I know my father would be proud of me. If only he was here...
I hang up the phone after speaking with my manager and decide to call Dr. Owen, family friend and doctor. He also has a thing for my head maid Bree. It's cute.
"Hello Dr. Owen speaking?"
"Hey Owen," I smile.
"Dude what's up?"
I chuckle as he loses all formality.
"I...have this kid and he looks hurt. Can you come over and check him?"
"Of course! I'll be right over."
One thing less I should worry about. Now with Chase in the picture my lifestyle will completely change. God how I wish I can help him and stop his pain. Why is the world so cruel to someone so innocent?
Shortly after our talk on the phone Owen pulls up in the driveway and I lead him to the darken room. He does the usual and checks his vitals.
"He's suffering from a traumatic experience which is understandable from what you've told me. He has bruised ribs so it might be hard and painful to breathe. Also he has minor bruising and cuts. I suggest he has plenty of rest since he might have a small concussion as, well," Owen explains.
"Is that all? Will he be alright?" I ask concerned.
"Only time will tell."
