To be honest, I kind of did this story on a whim, so tell me if you like it, or this may be discontiued for a little while.

I have plans for other stories, so expect updates sooner or later.

Sooner.

~Luv Fairylust~

It had started out nice. It started out gentle, but now he knew he was being punished. It hurt, not as badly as the first time, but it still hurt all the same. He was unused to being taken without any lubricate to lessen the friction so he wasn't too surprised when the pain intensified. He forced himself to loosen up a bit more, his blood acting nicely as a lubricant to his respite, easing the friction a little bit. Not much, but enough that it wasn't so bad. He buried his face into the mattress as he felt his partner's hips rock slightly.

"Awww, you're bleeding? Am I too rough for you?" his boyfriend chuckled sadistically. "Should we stop?" he asked mockingly with a sneer. The small body didn't move. He said nothing.

It was the wrong thing to do.

Teeth clamped down on his shoulder until blood came. "N-no…." he moaned weakly. "N-no…p-please…."

There was a small, teasing thrust. He whimpered as he felt more of his boyfriend being forced into his small body. "It's your fault though," he said starting at a slow, merciful pace, "you're so fucking tight…I just can't help myself…" he said between small moans of bliss. Then he started to increase his pace causing the small boy beneath him to fist the bed sheets as his thrusts slowly, but surely became brutal and fast.

They weren't going to last long at this rate, they both knew it.

He shuddered and bit down on his lip hard, but couldn't contain his voice for long and he let a scream trapped in his throat escape. He closed his eyes, tightly, hoping it would be over soon. He suddenly felt like he wasn't really there anymore. He felt as though he was having an out of body experience. The pain was numbed and pleasure took over as a soft dizzy sensation took his brain over by force. The only thing he could feel now was the burning searing hot pain-like pleasure that kept growing in the pit of his belly.

Then everything stopped. "You are evil." His seme whispered into his ear. "You're a very bad person. You don't deserve to live. Why are you bad?"

"I-I…don't…so-orry…sorry…p-please…."

"Say it."

"I-I…can't…." He couldn't say it, nor would he admit to being a child molester. It was a sick fantasy that his lover enjoyed hearing. The seme loved hearing the small boy admitt to molesting and raping little children. It was sick and it was wrong, but when the uke thought long and hard about it, so was their love.

"You shouldn't be defiant!" the elder snapped angrily. "You should obey me!"

He let out a loud scream as a fast, cruel pace began. His cries of pain echoed off the walls. He looked to the discarded dress, which lay on the floor. It was pink. He hated that color. It was too girlish. Only moments ago he was forced to wear that disgusting colored garment. He tried to concentrate on that, but couldn't when he felt his back arch. Blood stained the bed sheets and the pale white skin of his legs. Then he felt that warm, sticky white substance spill inside of him and he let his body go limp while orgasm hit him hard.

His lover pulled himself out not bothering to be gentle, got up, stretched and went over to the video camera, which he'd placed on a table an hour prior. He took the tape out and smirked. He popped it back into the camera with a snicker. It wasn't the first time they had done this. It was just another sick thing that the seme liked to do to his partner who endured it. "That was fun, wasn't it?" he asked frigidly expecting an answer almost immediately and sure enough he received one.

"Y-yes…." The younger boy sobbed. "…F-fun…."

"Will you behave yourself now or will we have to go another round or maybe you'd like another up close talk?"

The younger boy shook his head slowly.

"Now you get cleaned up, mister slut-dog." The elder said forcing the small boy to his feet. "You've got work to do, but you can't do it if you're like this." He said looking at the mixture of cum and blood running down the slender legs he'd caressed and nipped only minuets ago. He pulled the younger boy into a dominating kiss making sure to bite harshly at the soft pale lips. The small boy knew it was time to open his mouth, so he did. The tongue, which entered explored for only a second, then left. A blow to his face sent him stumbling backwards. He was quick to pick himself up and leave.

Once he got the bathroom he drew himself a hot bath and got in wanting nothing more than to soak his aching rear and body. After a while he got out and started to do his chores hoping that he would please his boyfriend who watched him carefully while he worked and was downstairs.

He scrubbed the floors he got blood on so that nobody would know their little secret, he cleaned their room a bit since it was destroyed from the night before, he cleaned up the attic, which had vomit and blood all over the hardwood floor, and he spent a few hours rearranging things as he was told to. Then he moved to the living room where dusted, polished, vacuumed, scrubbed and inspected the white painted walls carefully. If he found a crack or discoloration he ran to the attic and grabbed some paint to fix it. There was the sound of a bag being opened and then the sound and crunch of chips.

He turned to see that his lover had smashed chips into the fuzzy blue-gray carpet. He didn't make a sound as he collected pieces by hand and carried them to the garbage then vacuumed the area for a couple minutes. He inspected the spot until he was certain that every crumb was gone. His boyfriend watched with amusement.

"I'm done." He announced with a hopeful smile.

"Oh really?"

He nodded still holding that hopeful smile.

"You missed that spot of blood on the kitchen floor though." He said smiling coldly. The younger boy's smile vanished instantly. He began to tremble, and then he ran for the kitchen to see if he was telling the truth or if he was just joking. He looked and looked, but couldn't find it. He turned to his lover confused.

"I-I don't see a s-spot of blood."

"Look a bit closer." His lover encouraged. "It's right below your face. Just look real close, and you'll see it."

He done as told, and then felt a boot as it collided with the back of his head. His face collided with the floor and blood slipped from his nose dripping onto the floor. He yelped in pain, but sure enough he saw what his boyfriend was talking about. There were a couple spots of blood on the floor. "Clean that up." He ordered with a smirk. The younger nodded before obediently scrubbing the blood away making the floor clean again. He then turned looking to the elder for advice on what to do next. "Polish the floor, re-clean the attic, clean your kinky little outfits and then we'll talk." He ordered

The younger didn't want to, but he did not complain hoping to please the one giving commands, so he nodded and padded off to do as told. The elder sat down at the kitchen table watching the small boy as he worked on the floor. He smirked loving how compliant his little slave had become in the past four years. The beginning of their relationship was a bit unsteady, complicated and tricky, but he felt he shown the boy who was master and who was slave.

And now they had a great relationship, in his opinion, where he called the shots and the younger fulfilled each request and order he was given. The fact that the boy had developed DPD (Dependant Personality Disorder) shortly before they got together only made things better…well…better for him, the ginger, at least.

"May I ask a question?" a small, tentative voice asked.

"Hmm?"

"What will I do when I am done?"

"Are you?"

"N-no."

"Then finish working and I'll tell you then, bitch."

"Okay." He padded off to the attic where he spent the next three hours working. Not only did working make the house clean but it shown how obedient he was as well. Once he finished with his chores he checked the clock and saw it was eight at night. He padded to the living room where the elder teen was reading a book. He looked to the pale boy with a grin. Tossing the book onto the coffee table he smirked.

"Now," he said smirking menacingly, "I want you to come here."

He done as told standing in front of his lover waiting for his next command. "Get on your knees." he said watching as the boy hesitated but obeyed all the same. He watched as the teen undid the zipper to his pants and pulled them down so his hard-on was showing. The boy grimaced blushing crimson red, but did nothing else.

"Suck."

He groaned internally, but after a moment of uncertainty pressed his lips to the tip of his lover's erection, slowly moving forward. There were soft moans uttered from the one he was pleasuring. He began bobbing his head when he felt a hand grasp a handful of his soft curls he knew it was time to start sucking and licking.

The moans became louder. Hips were thrust forward and he let himself be choked and gagged for the next few moments, and then swallowed the white substance as soon as it was in his mouth. It felt gross sliding down his throat, but he hoped that this would satisfy the teen that shoved him backwards as soon as it was over. He lay on the floor appearing pathetic as he begun coughing horribly for several minutes.

His throat hurt.

"That was pleasant, wasn't it?" he snickered. "Was that gratifying for you, you cum-thirsty slut?"

There was an uneasy silence as the younger nodded.

"Go change and meet me downstairs." He said, still not satisfied, heading for the basement. "I'll have the camera ready."

"…."

He was quick to go to his room. He then changed into a pair of navy-blue knee-high socks, lacy navy-blue panties, tiny navy-blue miniskirt that had a white rim, white sailor-uniform-inspired top, navy-blue scarf, and a large white and navy-blue striped bow was placed on top of his curly white hair. He inspected himself in the mirror before heading off to the basement.

There his boyfriend waited for him with one of his devious looking friends.

The boy swallowed as he was examined by them both and then forced to sit on the bed. "Why don't you give him a little kiss?" his boyfriend snickered grabbing his instant-developing camera. He done as told pressing his lips against the unfamiliar ones ignoring the snap and flash the camera made. A picture was instantly developed. He ignored the snickers, the taunts and kept as quiet as he could.

He was forced to lie down and felt perverted hands slide under the skirt to touch wherever they pleased. He could feel fingers as they ran up and down his soft inner thighs. He moaned softly, but was quickly and harshly punished for making a sound, even though it wasn't his fault. Pictures were taken, things were said and clothes were slowly removed. He forced himself to stare at the teen snapping pictures instead of the one about to take advantage of him.

When everything was done he was forced back into his outfit and pictures were taken of his face, which was a strawberry red, he had tearstains on his cheeks, he had beads of sweat on his forehead making his bangs stick to his forehead, his eyes were still watery and he was shaky, quaking. He was forced to go through it all again when it was decided that it would be recorded on the video camera as well.

So he was redressed, his face was cleaned up and the bed was cleaned up and remade. Everything was remade and the boy was forced back onto the bed.

It was worse than the pictures.

It was worse because he was forced to say things he didn't mean like, 'I love you' or 'Please don't stop' or 'Keep hurting me' or 'Toy with me' or even something like 'Feel me' and other stuff like that. Also because he was forced to do things he didn't want to, unpleasant things that made his stomach do flipflops.

At least with the pictures he didn't have to do much except react and be quiet when he could help it. When he was recorded he had to make noises and do things and say things whether he meant them or not. And most, if not all, of the time he didn't mean a word he said and didn't like it either. He looked to the one video taping him silently pleading that he make it stop, but he only snickered as he continued recording his lover having sex with another man.

It ended after a few long hours when they grew bored with playing with their little sex toy. He was shaking worse than before and he felt so dirty, but was thankful that it had finally ended. He knew that if he disobeyed then he'd get punished or if he displeased his lover he was sure to get a talking to.

Yeah, he'd get a real up close talking to. He let them do whatever they wanted and when it was over he sat up watching the two talk as though nothing unusual had happened.

They sounded idle and seemed unconcerned with his wounded state. His body ached and he felt tender all over. He thought that his leg was bleeding really badly and he wondered if it was as bad as it seemed. He was unsure if he should ask, so he sat in silence watching as more and more blood leaked out. After five minutes he couldn't take it any longer. He looked up to the two elder males. He was hesitant but was quick to speak so he didn't chicken out this time.

"Um…do you…does this look real bad?" he asked looking down at his wound.

His boyfriend looked it over for a moment, shrugged and pulled his friend over to examine it. "Yeah, looks real bad." He said. "Might need to stitch it."

"We don't have that kind of money," the unconcerned ginger said sternly, "we'll bandage it."

"No," his friend argued, "it needs stitching or it could get infected."

"Bandaging will do."

"No," his friend argued, "it needs stitching. I've seen this before. You need to stitch it or else it'll get infected and he'll get sick."

"Bandaging will do." He said sterner than before.

"No!" his friend exploded. "It needs stitching! Bandaging won't do! It won't! You need to take him to a hospital and-"

"Tell them my friend raped my boyfriend and that was how his leg got cut open."

"No! You can-"

"Go to the police and say that my boyfriend was raped by a stranger who came into my home and stole several items while here."

"That's blackmail!" he snapped obviously angry. He turned to the small body who was watching them blankly. "You! You know that's a lie!"

"Yeah, he knows, but who do you think he'll obey?" the elder asked smirking. "He's my boyfriend, Mac. Not yours. Mine. He'll do whatever I tell him."

Mac stared at the small boy silently pleading for backup.

"I-I do not know you, nor does my lover." He said voice monotone. "You broke in and forced yourself on me. I tried to fight back, but you beat and raped me, before stealing some things." He looked to the other teen who was smirking evilly.

"Good boy."

"No way! No way! The police would investigate they'd find-"

"Nothing." He hissed venomously. "If you're silenced or if I turn you in have a solid alibi and someone who agrees with my story."

He left in a huff, but the small boy knew better than to be glad, because he knew that Mac would be back the next week to apologize. He always was. And as soon as the apologies were over he and Mac were video taped in bed again. If not him then it was someone called, Heath or Chad or Brock or Diego or Perry or Orlando. It was always one of his boyfriend's friends. The only girls he'd been forced with were a Brietta and Damita.

Both were his cousins and major sluts. He was just thankful that they were only photographed because he was forced to let the girls come off as dominate. It would have wounded his male pride more if they had been dominate during actual sex as well.

"I-is Jace satisfied?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, but let me tell you something mister," he said seriously, "you'd better get upstairs and wash off. Then clean that outfit. We'll be using it later this week when Heath and Damita visit. After that is done go to the bedroom and wait for me in that skanky maid's dress I'll be there for sex shortly after finishing up here. Understand that you slutty reject?"

"Yes."

"Good. Hop to it."

He left as quickly and quietly as possible, then done as told. He made sure that the outfit was perfectly clean and made sure that the maid's outfit fit him perfectly, then he waited on the bed. As he had said Jace appeared and they had sex. It was the same as earlier that day when he was being punished, but this time lubrication was used and the pain wasn't as horrible. He actually enjoyed it.

Around midnight the phone rang. A hard jab to his ribs woke him up. "Go see whose calling at this damn hour." Jace snarled angered at being woken up so early. Complying to the order he got up, ignoring the fact he was naked, from bed and stumbled downstairs.

"Yes?"

"Hello?" a voice he couldn't recognize spoke. "Near?"

"Who is this?" he asked feeling a bit shaky. "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

"Near," the voice sounded a bit hurt, "it's me, Matt, remember? I ran away a couple years ago, but nobody except for you knew. We went to school together and were friends? Our parents knew each other? Hated each other? We got along though. Matt? It isn't my real name. Mail Jeevas. Does the name ring any bells?"

Near then remembered a tall, lanky redheaded boy with dark blue eyes and copper red hair. He wore stripes and smoked. He loved playing with tech, but didn't like the way his parents babied him and embarrassed him and was sometimes too restrictive. Matt. Matt was his friend or he had been all those years ago.

"Why is Matt calling?"

"I'm back in town but things have changed. A lot. I can't find hardly anyone I know and the ones I do know are too preoccupied or unwilling to help me."

"Is Matt in trouble?"

"Huh? No! I'm not…well…maybe…no…I mean I don't think so…."

"Why is Matt calling here so late?"

"I need to know if you'll help me and fill me in on what all happened after I left. I mean, if you aren't too busy. If you aren't too busy or if you don't mind me dropping by, that is. I mean we're still friends, right? You don't hate me like everyone else does, do you?"

"Matt-"

"My little sister and brother even hate me! Gloria and Wedy and Aiber all hate me! And so does Light and Sayu acts like she doesn't know me! Misa is a bitch! She slapped me! I can't find BB or my parents anywhere. And I can't find A, either. It's like L vanished from the face of the planet."

There was a long pause.

"And everybody else is just giving me a freakin cold shoulder. I don't know what I did, but I'm sorry okay? Please, if there is one person in this damned, godforsaken town that doesn't hate me, please tell me that that person is you."

Near inhaled some cool air. "I do not hate Matt. I will explain everything tomorrow. Over the phone. I do not think that Matt should come over."

"Why? Self-conscious about your looks?"

"N-no." Near replied looking down at his naked body, which was also bruised and cut. "I just think that Matt and I should converse over the phone. I is simpler that way."

"You gained weight?"

"No. Actually I've lost…some…of my weight."

"Wait, so you're a walking skeleton now?"

"No."

"Oh, well, are you a prostitute or a whore, something like that?"

That question stung a bit. He knew that that was what he could have been classified as, since he allowed himself to be taken advantage of just about everyday of his life. But it wasn't his fault. He just didn't want Jace to punish him. "M-Matt just can't come over. There is a lot I have to do and can only spare so much time. Besides it'd be better if we just converse over the phone."

"Okay, okay, well I guess I'll call later." He said and then hung up.

Near hung the phone up and a fist met his face. He yelped from pain. A foot kicked him repeatedly while he was on the floor. He attempted to protect his face and head and let the other parts of his body get abused. Near cried out when a plate was slammed down and broken on his back. Shards of glass cut his back up. He sobbed and hiccupped staring up at his boyfriend who glared down at him pitilessly.

"Who was that?" he demanded.

"An old fr-friend."

"It's all your fault." He muttered scanning the boy's body. "You shouldn't have let them call." He hissed angrily.

"I-I couldn't st-stop them, Jace, i-it wasn't my fault." He whimpered.

"Lies! You could have stopped them, but you didn't. Are you saying that I'm lying?"

"N-no!" he shrieked, but it was too late. Near screeched, as another plate was broken across his back. He whimpered and cried. He shook horribly as blood pooled beneath him. "I-I'm…so…so…p-please…sorry…s-stop…p-please…Jace…p-please stop…." He sobbed brokenly curling up into a ball hoping to protect his body from imminent abuse. An angry growl let him know that it wasn't over.

He knew what was coming next.

Near was forced to his feet and shoved against the wall. He wailed loudly and the wails grew louder and louder as he was thrust into. It was over quicker than he expected. He fell to the ground sobbing and hiccupping shaking like a dead leaf just before a hurricane hit. "Clean this mess up and clean yourself up that damned cut on your leg is bleeding again." Jace snarled before heading back to bed.

Near laid there on the floor with no hope, no devotion, and hardly any independence and in a lot of pain. Around five in the morning he done as he had been told, cleaning everything up and bandaging his wound tightly. He hoped that would satisfy his lover. He wanted Jace's love and approval instead of the abuse and condemnation he had been putting up with for the past four or so years.

But silently deep down he knew that nothing he did would ever keep Jace content for more than a couple seconds. When he finished he crawled to the living room and curled up in a chair. He didn't want to face Jace in bed after that. Mostly because he knew that he'd get hit or kicked or…something worse…if he did.

So he just curled up in the chair to get a few hours of peaceful sleep, but that was denied to him as soon as some very hot water was poured onto his small body causing him to scream in pain and leapt out of the chair from both fear and pain. Near trembled inhaling deep breaths on the floor. He looked up into Jace's dark green eyes, which sparkled with amusement. "You got blood all over the furniture dumbass." He growled angrily.

"I'll clean it up." he muttered standing shakily. "I'll clean it up. I promise."

"Good." he said with a smirk. "When you're done meet me downstairs."

Thus began another demanding day with Jace.