Chapter 1:
The cold hands were roaming over his exposed slender hips and a hot tongue was abusing his neck and ear. Shivers were sent down the small body and a muffled whimper left his lips. Everything was dark and the young boy couldn't see what this man was doing to him. Nor could he feel him due his hands were tied up to what he presumed was a bed post.
Soft caresses were planted over his chest and the slender fingers stopped to rub against his nipples. He gasped through the gag and arched his back as they were pinched and tugged in. Pain mixture with pleasure.
The fingers continued to tease the pink buds and soon his left one was let go of but was soon replaced by the hot wet tongue and it twirled around the nipple, making the young boy shudder and moan lowly.
The hands continued down his body and grouped his ass and lifted his right leg up a bit and the boy felt the older hover down over him and his length made contact with his thigh.
That was when he started to fight back a bit, he hated this part and just wanted to avoid the pain going through his veins as his insides ripped and made him bleed. Often he couldn't walk for days if the older weren't gentle with him.
Grunts were sounding from above him and a wet kiss was placed on his collar bone. The older sucked on it lightly at first and moved to rub against the younger's erected member.
Moaning.
The sucking became more tense and he felt his sharp teeth pierce the soft skin and he chocked a gasp out and small tears fell down his cheeks and onto the silky bed underneath him.
Don't I have enough marks already?
He thought for himself and trembled lightly as he pressed against his entrance. He knew what was to come so he prepared himself mentally and held his breath.
There it was, the pain and moans from the older man. Alois screamed but the painful cries was muffled from the gag and he arched his back up. He didn't breath properly as he slowly pushed further and further into his tight hole. He felt himself slowly ripping and he whimpered.
Soon he pulled out only so the head was inside and waited for some seconds before thrusting in with force and moved roughly inside him.
In some way he tried to wiggle away from it and whimpered as his hips were gripped harder and he was tugged back. A new flow of hot tears fell down his cheeks and he started to sob quietly.
The man didn't listen to his painful cries and moved roughly inside him.
He took a shaky breath and moaned lowly. It still hurt but it was starting to fade a bit. Muffled sounds came from the young boy and he felt the hands roaming over his waist again. His hands were warmer now and they were grouping and gripping his skin.
"I didn't mean to hurt you this late at night pet." He heard the velvet soft but firm voice purr into his ear.
Yes the young boy was this man's pet. Well at least considered as one. He didn't really have any freedom and he let the older do as he liked with him.
Warmth.
He gasped as he arched his back and with a muffled cry came onto his chest and moaned lowly. A hand caressed his cheek and he leaned into the touch as the thrusts got more powerful and hard as in the beginning.
But the young pet was to lost in his orgasm to feel anything but pleasure and he moaned more. Saliva was dripping down the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his jaw line. He shivered as his prostate was hit and he moaned again.
He knew it would last long now, that this soon would be over. The familiar feeling of the thrust getting slower but brining more force at every move. His master was getting close.
A low grunt came from above and soon he felt the ball gag was removed and he took a deep breath through his mouth and panted softly. The sounds of his whimpers and moans were not muffled anymore.
He didn't get to breath for so long before a pair of soft lips pressed against his. The kiss was wet and sloppy.
With a last thrust the older man filled the younger to the brim and some cum dribbled out his tight hole still filled up with the others member. He soon pulled out and panted against his neck, collecting himself.
Shivers went down his spine as the sticky and odd feeling of being filled up with the white seed after a rather long time.
The rope around his wrists were tied up and he rubbed them, feeling a bit sore in his ass and his arms. He let the older remove the blind fold.
Light.
His sky blue eyes fluttered open and he looked at the naked chest in front of him. Sighing softly he wiped his mouth.
"It was a long time ago, Alois. You've gotten tight again." The raven haired man said with a chuckle and raised himself from the younger boy. He took a night shirt, a plain white button up shirt and some boxers.
Alois, Alois Trancy, this was the blonde young boys name. It was an odd name but after all it was made up by the blue eyed youth.
Alois glanced up at his master. He felt dirty and wanted a bath. But if he asked maybe he would get punished.
"Master, can I take a bath?" He asked and curled up in a ball, looking into the golden eyes that felt like they stared into his soul.
"Yes you may. But do not use my bathroom, use the butler's." He said coldly and ran a hand through his black hair.
"Of course, I would never be in your bathroom" The small boy mumbled and pulled his knees up to his chest to hide his bruised body. He looked around and saw his nightgown. He crawled of the bed and got down on the floor, feeling it's cold and solid floor under his feet. He bed down and took it up. It was ripped and all the buttons were gone.
It was in the middle of the night so no one else of the servants were awake, or so did he thought. He knew they could hear his cries when he was punished but hoped he didn't meet them on his way to the butlers bathroom.
He pulled it over his shoulders and walked to the door. "Good night master." He said softly, but his voice was a bit raspy from screaming.
It was cold in the corridor and it was dark, after all it was winter now. He took one of the candles from the wall and carefully put his hand in front of it so the flame wouldn't go out as he walked. The shadows were dancing upon the wall as he walked past the different objects.
Stearic was dripping down on his hand and burned it slightly as he walked down to the bathroom and found it. He opened the door as quietly as he could and locked it behind him.
A small sigh escaped his lips and he lit the candles in the small room. There was a toilet, sink, a bath tub that looked rather dirty and a cabinet. He opened it and took a towel out, placing it on the floor before turning the water on.
He let the broken shirt fall down his shoulders and pool around his feet on the floor. There was a mirror hanging on the wall, he looked at himself.
Disgusting.
In the dim light his bruises was more visible and you could see the contours of every imperfection. His ribs were jogged out from his skin and so was his hip bones. His collar bones were also to visible. He turned his body around and looked at his back. There was scars over it and dark blue prints on his waist. What was most frightening was that his spine was jogging out as well.
Ugly.
Unwanted.
Trash.
The thoughts that filled the youth's head wasn't pleasant for a fourteen year old to think. But they fitted him, they described him.
Alois snapped his eyes away from the hideous body in the reflection and turned the water off. He stepped in and let the warm water surround his small body, letting it reach every place, letting it heal him.
Those ice blue eyes closed and his head disappeared underneath the water for some seconds. He reached for the wash cloth and scrubbed some soap on it before rubbing his arms.
When doing so, the small white lines on his wrists started to get more visible due his skin flushed while rubbing it.
Those were both from his doing and the doing of is master.
After he was done he emptied the tub and fast wiped himself dry before running to his room, closing it behind him and took out a new nightgown.
It felt good to have clothes on again after all this, to cover up what he called his body.
His room was the biggest of the servants rooms. After all he was the favorite and pet. His bed was soft and he would spend most of his time there if he didn't have work to do.
His small hands traveled over it and he folded the corner before crawling in and then pulling it back over his body. His window didn't have curtains so he could see the moon and stars that was setting on the sky. He leaned back and cuddled into his pillow. It was warm and soft but not as comfortable as Claude's bed. Those nights when he was in a good mood and let him sleep curled up in his strong arms were his favorites. The feeling of being held until morning.
The youth pulled the blanket over his shoulders and closed his eyes, trying to sleep. It was hard, his whole body seemed to hurt.
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In the morning he was awaken by his clock and the late November sun shining through the window and down next to his bed.
His arm reached out to turn it off and then went to rub his tired eyes as he yawned. He was used to go up at six thirty in the morning, but after late nights as yesterday, it was harder and he wanted to go back to sleep. That was also one of his favorite things when sleeping in his masters bed, he let him sleep until he awoke, then treating him with a bath and breakfast, and if the morning had passed, lunch.
But he couldn't lay in his bed all morning, he had to get dressed, then walk to the kitchen to eat his breakfast before going to his master's bedroom with his.
He brought his small body up from the bed and limped over to the closet. His back and bum was hurting from yesterday but he didn't have time to take a warm bath.
Opening the doors to his small closet he sighed as he started to take out the things he needed for his outfit. It contained a white button up shirt, long black slacks that were hugging his legs perfectly, a dark grey waist coat that was a bit too big for him, a black tail coat and socks. Of course he had small black heeled shoes as well. Actually servants were not supposed to have heels but Claude wanted Alois to reach a bit higher than he did in flat dress shoes. After all he was only 164 centimeters while the other servants were at least over 175.
After getting all his clothes on he closed the closet and straightened his outfit out a bit in front of the mirror before walking out his room and towards the kitchen. The hallway was lighter than in the middle of the night and the shadows were not frightening and dark, they were small and soft.
Alois entered the kitchen and got eye contact with the chef, he gave him a polite nod and the blonde did the same before he stepped up to the table and sat down in his usual chair, closest the door.
Two of the maids were here too, but the boy was ignored by them. He didn't care, he didn't want to talk to them either way.
"Oi Trancy!" Came a soft but high voice and a small hit on his back that made his body tense up. He recognized that voice from anywhere, the gardener, his name was Hans. The boy was the only one who he had have a real conversation with. He had dark brown hair long enough to put up in a small ponytail but is bangs were still falling over his eyes and sides of his face. He had freckles and olive skin. He had big green eyes and wore his usual clothes when he was inside.
"Good morning Hans." I breathed out and forced a smile on my lips. He flumped down on a chair next to me and sighed, looking at me. I always got nervous when people stared at me like that, he could be staring at the hickey on my neck, but my collar and tie covered it so that couldn't be it. He leaned closer whish made me lean away in reflex.
"You're pale…" Hans mumbled with furrowed brows and I let out a sigh, pushing him away from me a bit. "I am always pale, I can't get tan and it's the middle of November." I said and smiled at the chef as he handed me my breakfast. "Than usual I mean of course."
I ignored the comment and ate, I had to hurry a bit if I wanted to wake up my master at eight. "Are you sick?" I shook my head and drank from my cup that was filled with hot tea. "I'm not sick. I just didn't get enough sleep I guess." He frowned and looked away from me. I continued my eating.
"But really, Alois. If you are sick, just tell Faustus. He'll let you have some days off until you are alright again." Alois finished his tea and looked at the older male. "I am not sick." Actually he didn't know, he could be. But he knew what waited him after he got some days off.
Punishment from Claude.
He glanced at the watch, seven forty-six. "I have to go now Hans, I'll see you at dinner I hope." He stood up and pushed the chair in after himself and stretched his arms, then straightening out his clothes.
He got the tray that was filled with the delicious breakfast too his master. The way to his room was straight down the corridor. Before entering he knocked on the door lightly. "Good morning master, I am here with your breakfast." He said softly and walked in. The room was dark and he could see Claude laying still in his bed.
He pushed the tray in a bit more and then walked to open the curtains that kept the room away from the morning sun. When he turned to the bed again, his master was turned with his back towards him.
Slowly walking up to him, he reached out for his shoulder and shook him lightly. "Master, it's time to wake up." He said again and pulled his hand away and waited for some seconds. A thing he didn't know was that Claude was awake, he just didn't move or spoke to him. He had something else in mind.
"Master please wake up…" He breathed and walked over to the closet instead and took his masters clothes out for the day. It was a simple but beautiful outfit. When he turned back to the bed Claude was standing at the window and looked out at the fine day.
Alois jumped, he didn't expect him to be there and got scared. With small shaky steps he walked back to the bed and put the clothes on his bed. "Good morning master." He said for the third time.
"Good morning Alois." The ink haired man said back and moved away from the window and over to the bed where his clothes were. Slowly the older man started to take of his night gown and handed it to the blonde who folded it and placed it back into the closet.
"Today you have to go through some letters and invitations. And at four after lunch you'll have a meeting with lord Phantomhive." He said and helped him to fix his tie and shoes. "Vincent Phantomhive?" The blonde haired male nodded and stood back up, handing his master his cup of tea.
The morning was quiet and calm, he had left the dishes in the kitchen before heading up to his office where Claude were answering letters at the moment. He was standing behind his chair and looked at how he wrote. "There will be a ball tomorrow." The stoic voice came from his master. "The queen is hosting it so we'll have to be there, why didn't I get informed of this earlier?"
Alois opened his mouth but didn't make any sounds at first. He tried again. "This is the mail we got today, I would have informed you earlier if I had known. Master I promise this came toda-"
"Alois, it's okay. I believe you." He said and put the sheet of paper to the side. The blonde let out a small sigh and closed his eyes. When opening them again, Claude was standing in front of him. Alois shrieked a bit and took a step back, hitting his back on the wall. He trembled lightly as he looked up at the taller figure.
When standing next to him like this you could see the length difference. Claude Faustus was 191, almost thirty centimeters more than himself.
A hand hit the wall next to his head and the male leaned down. "Why are you scared?" He purred into his ear whish made the younger shudder. "C-could you please…do your work master, it has to be done…before," He swallowed. "lunch. Or the schedule won't work o-out…"
A small chuckle came from the dark haired man. Alois shuddered and took a step to his left to escape this position only to be stopped by another hand next to his head, he was trapped.
Claude pulled away and looked at the shaking boy underneath him. "About the ball, Alois." He begun and then kneeled down to his length. "I want you to attend it as well." The blonde just stared at him. "The invitation from the queen tells you to bring company. And I do not like looking for a girl to go with at this time before the ball. So you'll have to take that place."
Smirk.
Alois only nodded, it was not like he had a choice anyway. "Of course. But master, I am not a girl. Isn't it inappropriate to go with a male?" He asked and meet his golden eyes.
More chuckling. "Who said you would be dressed as a male. You know you have the body of a female if you discount your chest." He murmured into his ear. "And it wouldn't be the first time you dress as a lady I presume. Hm?"
Alois shook his head. "No." This was humiliating, but he had too. And it wasn't his first time.
Claude liked theater and role play, so it was not a surprise that he had dressed the young boy up as a girt several times as foreplay, but also at some gatherings.
After a while his master spoke again. "Come to my room tonight. At ten." With that he pulled away and walked back to his chair and sat down.
Alois blinked and took a step away from the wall. "Of course."
"Don't be as much as a second late."
"Of course…."
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It was around seven and Claude was in the parlor with Vincent Phantomhive, what they talked about he didn't know.
He was counting down every hour, minute and second that was left until he would have to be in his masters room. It was hard to relax when you didn't know what was coming.
While his master talked he had some free time and decided to spend it in his room and relaxing until he was called back to work. The black feather on his bed side table caught his attention and he took it between his fingers and turned it around, scanning over it.
He watched as the black shone in green as it hit the sun. It was perfectly angled and a bit fluffy in the end of it. This was his birthday present from Claude. He loved it a lot but he knew there had to be a meaning behind it. Some kind of joke or hidden message.
He closed his eyes and let the feather run it's tip over his cheek. A small shiver went down his spine and he opened his eyes again. When he looked at the watch he almost thought he was crazy. Had he fallen asleep? He hurried up and ran through the corridor towards his masters room. Up the stairs and then stopping in front of the big wooden doors.
With a shaky hand he reached to the door, bringing it to knock. "Come in." Came a voice from inside the room and the blonde did as he was told, closing and locking it after him.
Claude smiled softly at the young boy, he was laying on his bed. Naked. Alois gulped and stood still. "You are late little one." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Alois looked at the watch, three minutes. He looked down at the floor. "I'm sorry."
"I told you too be here ten, not ten three." He mused and tilted his head. "Come here and remove your clothes." He ordered, his voice sounding more firm.
On his way over to the bed Alois kept his eyes on the floor. He stopped in front of the bed and started to remove his jacket, laying it on the floor, after he did the same too his waist coat and let it drop to where his jacket was.
Claude watched him closely with a smile. Soon he was only in underwear, shakily he removed them as well and bit his lip as he looked to the side.
"Lay down." His master purred and pulled up the covers, exposing more of his toned chest. Alois hesitantly laid down, keeping a bit distends. He was scared of what would happen now, he had a idea, but he didn't want it to happen.
A hand ran through his hair and pulled it away from his eyes, the sound of a inhale med him look up at his master who smelled his hair. "Why do you always smell so good?" He asked and pulled their chests together.
Alois kept quiet and leaned into his chest, closing his eyes. Honestly he was still tired. After a minute his master spoke again. "I called you here because I felt lonely last night." He said honestly and made Alois look up on him. "I wanted to call you back but presumed you were asleep."
Hope and happiness build up within him as he said so, that he wanted him to just lay down and sleep next to him. Not having to do things…
"Thank you master." He said softly and leaned into him. He was pulled up a bit into a kiss. "But you were late after all…I should punish you." He said with a sly smirk and tilted his head. He brought a hand down to his ass and grouped it roughly.
The young boy whimpered softly and shivered, moving his body closer to Claude's in a attempt to get away from his grip. His hand moved down a bit and teasingly pushed his finger against his hole. "Hmm…" He purred softly into his ear and looked down at the slightly panting boy as he inserted one finger.
Alois gasped and bit his lip. "P-please…" He said in a hushed tone. "Please what little pet?" The black haired man asked teasingly and added a second finger. "s-stop…"
Claude raised a eyebrow at his request and pushed his fingers in deeper. "What was that? You want me to stop?" He asked and scissored his fingers, hearing the soft moans from his servant.
Alois nodded and lifted his body up too get his fingers out. "But you are my servant, and the one who came late. And this is not as much off a punishment, more like a reward." He whispered and licked over his ear, pushing the fingers further in.
The younger knew he could do it worse. But he didn't want any of this.
"P-please stop…" He almost sobbed out. Claude only smiled and pulled his fingers out and licked them. Alois shuddered and curled up, hoping it was done.
After some minutes he had calmed down and thought he wouldn't do anything. But when Claude got up from bed and walked up to his closet and tool the box out he knew it wasn't over. He shuddered and made himself appear smaller under the blankets.
He heard the sound of a whip snap down on the bed next to him. "On your knees Alois." He said softly but firm.
The blonde did as he was told and let the blanket fall down over his ass and down on the bed. His head was hanging down and his frame was shaking slightly. He was preparing himself for what would come and squeezed his eyes shut.
The bed flumped down a bit as Claude got on it and he felt how a hand caressed his back and ass. "You could have avoided this. But you are hard to tame I guess." He muttered and gave his soft ass a playful slap.
Everything went quiet as the whip was brought down over his back. Alois gasped and arched his back up in pain, shivering all over. Soon he felt another and he couldn't hold back his cries as it got harder by every time.
Alois fell to the bed, his arms giving in under him. His face hit the pillows and he trembled in pain and sobbed into the pillows.
The sound of something hit the floor and Claude getting of the bed made him look up a bit. A ritching sound filled his ears and he looked at his master who was ripping his white button up in pieces. Soon he was back on the bed and wiped away access blood from the whip wounds.
Alois whimpered softly and more tears fell down his stained cheeks. Everything was hurting and his wounds burned like hell.
His master tossed the shirt to the side and laid down, pulling the younger to his body, leaning down to his ear. "Have you learned yet? That you shouldn't ask for me to stop." He almost growled into his ear.
The youth had his back against Claude's chest. He gave a hasty nod and let out a raspy "Yes.."
One thing they both knew was that someone would have heard them, Alois wasn't so quiet and it was still not after twelve. It scared Alois at the thought of being questioned like that, not knowing if to lie or tell the truth.
Claude smirked and kissed his neck. "Good. You may stay here until morning. I'll wake you up if I need you." He said in monotone and leaned his head against the soft, fluffy pillows.
Alois was still sobbing but kept it quiet, not wanting to disturb his master who was trying to get his sleep. His small figure was trembling in the older man's arms and he was curled up in a ball not wanting to take much place.
A quiet sigh came from the black haired male and a hand caressed his hair. "Alois I just want to teach you what's right and wrong. And pain is the best way." He said in a hushed tone into his ear whish made Alois shudder and crawl away a bit from Claude.
"Come on. Don't you want to cuddle? I thought that was your point and reason I punished you." He said and pulled the smaller back to his chest and held him firmly.
Alois was still silently sobbing as he turned around in the man's grasp and cuddled into his warmth. The older caressed his hair and smirked. "Good boy." He mumbled lowly and ran his hand down his sore back whish made the boy hiss in pain and arch into him.
It was burning as his master continued to move his hand over his back but soon his back started to go numb and he started to relax a bit. The pain actually making him tired.
After a good forty minutes Alois had fallen asleep in his masters arms. "I do wonder, Alois." He spoke to the sleeping boy. "How you stand with me and not run away." He whispered and moved his hand up to his soft blonde hair.
It was true, Alois had never tried to run away from him, not once. It surprised him a bit, thinking the young boy didn't want to live with him. But of course, Alois didn't have family or friends outside this mansion. But he wanted the youth to try, so he could punish him. He loved punish his little pet.
He knew he wasn't treating Alois good, but he belonged to him.
Alois was his.