Those soft lips caressed bruised ones, their comforting presence soothing the ill-tempered breathing coming from a pounding chest of a young body. Skin barely came into contact, the feasting on each of their mouths being enough to tame their innocent hunger. The picture of a gentle love blossoming around the two; they have become absorbed in nothing but each other.
A sharp screech scraped down one's ears, the sound of shattering glass breaking away and never hitting the ground. The scene becomes broken, and the sinful pleasures ooze from a small smile that once seemed to be just simple soft lips. A blinded one, one who believes in the idea of love existing, shines as the weaker and drowns in a never ending despair devoted to a sin.
Lust.
Ciel's quick intake of breath brought distress to his lungs, causing his body to protest and begin to choke. He had woken from a dream; one that he wished had never entered his head during his slumber. The thoughts were yet to show as to how they made him feel, but he did know they weren't good thoughts to begin with. Lies sewn into more lies, that is and will always be what a whore house is made up of. There will never be anyone inside of it to be expected as any different. Ciel knows how life works in the eyes of all human beings, how they are all greedy and selfish down to their very core. There are only those who rob and who are robbed, and trust does not play into the role of life. Now that he was in this foreign place, he would have to be on a higher guard for himself than usual. He should have never made the mistake of helping another when his situation is bleak. Ciel will have to blend in from now on, not get into any more trouble and figure out what this punishment Mr. Faustus had referred to was.
As the thought struck Ciel, he had realized he was all alone. He was quite used to this feeling from the life he has been living, however, something was off now. He remembered a certain blond creature resting against his shoulder, who no longer seemed to be there. The boy began to wonder where he even was, for when he opened his eyes to wake from his dream, darkness still enveloped his being. There was a cloth around his face; Ciel felt it when his eyelashes slid against the fabric, blocking his view of the setting around him. There were ropes around his wrist, for when he tried to reach up and take away the blindfold; his hands did not come apart but started to feel soar from the friction. He could feel a cold ground beneath him, one made of stone that chilled him to the bone. He began to recognize himself as being completely stripped of all clothing, for his skin rubbed against the ground beneath him with a scowl of discomfort. It was as though he were a slave being placed in a cellar as a place to say, and not being able to know what was going on.
Suddenly, there was a loud burst of noise, erupting around him as fast as the spread of a plague. Men's voices were all around him, murmuring in an excited tone, a desire soaring from their mouths and hitting Ciel across his cheek. His body began to suffer from fear and he scooted back, away from the voices, only to hit against a wall. It was freezing, but Ciel pressed his bare back against it with all his being. There was no possible way he'd stay close to those heathen, especially when he knew that he was nude in front of their eyes. What is going on?! Ciel's mind went on a rampage, trying to understand the circumstances as he crossed his legs to cover himself as much as he possibly could.
"Welcome all, please, do take a seat and calm yourselves, the show you've been waiting for will begin shortly."
Ciel's thoughts had been answered. That voice, the low, monotone, horror of a voice that had been bouncing around in his head since the other night. He now came to understand why he was blindfolded and thrown onto the floor with his wrists tied tightly behind his back and no memory as to how it had happened. The idea never struck him before; he was focused on how ridiculous he was feeling being this way in front of men he couldn't even see. The punishment.
It was now time for Mr. Faustus to show Ciel why he shouldn't interfere with his butterfly.
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Pleasure tore through bodies, ripping through their souls and grinding them into each other as if to become one. Tongues greeted for spontaneous moments of heat and passion, met with a grind to the waist and moan to aid in the song of lust. Legs wrapped together with bodies that want to be pushed against one another. They need to. There is no time for an ending, cutting them in two; lust will drive through them brutally with no sense of peace.
Blood...
Blood...
Blood!
Blending together, creating a powerful bond that is foiled with a one sided adoration, sealing the deal with the Devil and permitting to sin.
"Claude, more!"
"Wake up ye!" A hand came down and smacked Alois against his forehead, where the boy had been building up a sweat in his dreams. His eyes slowly decided to take a peak out at the world, and he spotted one of the popular whores of the tavern, Beast. She had a hatred for Alois, always wanting the role that he played in Claude's view. The blond was always excited by this need of hers and he loved to play around with her and show off what he had. Unfortunately, there was nothing to brag about the punishment he was about to receive, for it wouldn't be Claude delivering it to only him. The little pup is involved to ruin the excitement! Alois bent his lower lip out of shape, a frown that never graced his lips when thoughts of Claude were usually flying through his head; this time he couldn't keep the man to himself. The pain that the spider always combined with pleasure drove Alois insane with want, it is a shame he does not get to experience those wonders under Claude's hands alone today.
"Stop ye'r daydreaming and get up," Beast sounded ready to slap him again as she pulled Alois off of the large armchair in Mr. Faustus' office, her envy radiating off of her and causing her beauty to turn sour. Her dark brown curls wilted and sparkling eyes drooped with grief. She had nothing but a love to please Mr. Faustus, and if that means bringing this piece of scum to his punishment for her master's appeal, she would bother herself with touching it. There is nothing in this blond devil that Beast found more attractive then herself. She let out a long sigh, ignoring the boy's psycho giggles from the enjoyment of seeing her upset, and led him to the door. Men were waiting out in the parlor, desperate for the show to begin. Upon seeing the two come out of the office, they all whistled, calling out towards them to take off their robes.
Beast grinded her teeth with jealousy, she knew the calls where not to her; none of them cared for an average big breasted woman. She couldn't stand the look of absolute yearning he expressed to them, for she knew it was all his little game. His façade that he played to get to the top and be with the one man Beast ever thought mattered.
She tossed him over to the men, not being able to take the false feelings and crazy thoughts that came with the scum's smile. Her brown curls bounced as she laughed, watching him fall into their arms like the pathetic leech he was, being pulled at and touched unexpectedly by many hands. There was nothing more she'd want to see now and she spun around, moving toward the stairs with slow moving legs, and passing Claude in a sensual manner to try to entice him. Although it never seemed to go in her favor, Beast always went for it.
She noticed a small, pale body pressed against the wall back beside the bar. He was shaking, and the blindfold around him was obviously causing a painful terror inside of him. Turning her head back, she caught Alois stumbling away from the men and staring at the boy, instead of being entranced by only Claude for once. It was a strange look; filled with hatred and lust forming together and making him exude such an alarming beauty, it was frightening. The men had all gone silent, fixated on what Alois would do next. She shivered and needed to pull her gaze away from that disturbed kid.
You foolish boy, she thought to herself as she went up the stairs, shaking her head with disdain for the poor dark haired child, getting involved with that selfish creature will only cause you to suffer in the end. Beast felt some sort of hope inside of her that he will learn his lesson after today's punishment, there was no way Alois would take anything from it, he never does, but it may be a different story for the other.
There was a short gasp of breath in the heat of the silence when Alois took a step toward Ciel's shaking body. He seemed to be calming down as the sound of the voices had disappeared, but there were still small tremors making him unable to sit still. Alois let his tongue slip from his mouth and glide along his lip, as he let out a quiet groan. This punishment was not what the blond was expecting at all. Usually he is in a room alone with Claude, getting amused by a whipping, but he didn't mind an audience watching this little show, especially if Claude was viewing as well.
His fingers came up to the silk of his robe, ready to let it fall from his shoulders, but before he could drop it to the floor with his own elegance, hands came up behind him and tore it off of his back. Alois flinched at the sudden cold and tried to spin around to catch a glimpse at who had done such a thing, taking him out of his own moment. There was no time to catch a look as his body was pushed forward against the bar, and his hands pulled above his head to be tied up on a lamp. It swung back and forth while Alois pulled at the ropes on his hands with a playful laughter. He had thought the punishment seemed as if there would be no fun, but he was wrong! His laughter crumpled into a deeper emotion and did not seem to express joy. The men fell hushed as this sound pierced their ears; it was painful to listen to, his despair being poured into a mindless chuckle that didn't seem to stop.
Claude saw an uncomfortable feeling begin to form in the parlor and he pulled his handkerchief from his coat pocket, grabbing Alois' head forcefully and wrapping it around his mouth. The blond stared up at this wondrous man with a wanting gaze, his eyes pricked with small tears building up. They didn't become larger, nor slide down his cheeks, just stayed in place and adding to the desperate picture he possessed. His want was becoming more and more powerful and he lolled his head to the side, panting from lack of breath and feeling as though he'd pass out. The quiet parlor was now eager to see what was to happen; sensing the erotic tone Alois was building all by himself and being pulled into it.
"Now, gentlemen," Mr. Faustus raised his hands to calm the lot down, his revulsion for them showing as a vacant expression on his stone face. His tall figure moved over to Ciel's frail body with no sense of thrill, he left it all for the men to feel. Long, graceful fingers pulled at the blindfold around Ciel's head, and let it loose, slipping it off of the boy with a flick of his wrist. The room went mad as the deep blue eyes were exposed and looking toward the crowd as they pushed at each other to see him. His vision was blurred, for his eyes were half closed and straining against the new found light. Once his mind recollected itself, his heart pounded in his ears as the horror that had been building up inside of him exploded around him, drowning him in panic. Although Ciel had the overwhelming fear inside of him, he let his face drop to a composed appearance, unwilling to show them he was troubled. His arrogance made him this way and there was nothing that would make him feel beneath these hopeless men.
"Let the show begin."
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A dark figure loomed by the doors of the Silk Tavern, peering through the windows of the place to get a view of the ruckus that was going on inside. The man was tall and clothed in black from head to toe, blending in with the many people who walked the streets through the days and nights. Nobody noticed as he stood by the tavern, peering inside as a show was happening. All his view could see was the backside of a young blond male, who was getting turned on by the mere thought of being tied to a light. There didn't seem to be anything too exciting for the man, and as his feet began to turn, something caught his eye. A stiff, proud looking boy who was undressed but still thought he was above everything; quite the comical scene. His dark hair had fallen in his face, but those emotionless blue eyes were still visible. He surely was enticing to the man.
Without second thought, he found himself opening the door to the inside of the tavern and walking inside, to stand in the far right corner and watch the scene from afar. They were untying the delicate hands of the darker haired boy, while someone began to speak in a voice that could put one to sleep if they weren't distracted.
"This new young whore has not yet learned the rules of the tavern," Mr. Faustus looked to him and didn't change his expression, but Ciel could feel the implication behind his words. His plan was to shame him to a complete extent, and suck away all the pride that was stored within him. The boy did not like being called a whore; it was as if he was being degraded down to the level of needy lust that Alois was an expert in. Being demoted to the same level as that boy wasn't an idea that pleased Ciel at all.
"Those who don't finish the job are those who are punished," Claude stated, handing Ciel a paddle, "today, you are to beat the one who went against this rule, until his arse bleeds." The sick men shouted with glee as Ciel turned his head, gradually and with hesitation, for his nightmares were about to shine free. His eyes broadened at the sight of Alois' stripped back and he realized Mr. Faustus knew Ciel wouldn't be able to touch him, let alone beat him with a paddle. That would be utter humiliation and it would take Ciel's conceited attitude and plunge it into darkness for it to never be surfaced again.
I will prove him wrong, Ciel told him and brought the paddle backward, before bringing it forward and letting it thump against Alois' backside. It was a light graze, barely a slap against his bottom, and the crowd roared for more. Ciel bit into his lip, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face, he could taste the blood in his mouth from being so nervous. He found that he could no longer move, his hands shook and he could not think clearly. This is truly-
The hairs on the back of Ciel's neck stiffened and his mouth suddenly became very dry. The paddle was moving in his hands, as something rubbed itself against it, roughly trying to stay in contact with the wooden piece. Ciel was in too much shock to pull it back and he just watched as Alois grinded his arse into the paddle. A lewd expression tainted the blonde's features, his eyes half closed, mouth shape in an odd form, dripping with saliva. He was completely lost.
"More," Alois breathed, his head tilting back and his eyes gazing into Ciel's puzzled ones. The darker haired boy finally got the nerve to shift freely again, and he dropped the paddle, bothered by what the blond had done. He stumbled backwards, not wanting to be close to him anymore, especially in front of all these men. Before he could turn away, arms came around him and pushed him beside Alois, tying him up just the same. Ciel protested, but they kept him tied, and under Claude's command, they released Alois. It was as though Ciel had become the prey, and Alois was the predator being observed by spectators that were waiting to witness how the predator feasts.
Ciel was taken aback to find that Alois did not pick up the paddle to replace him. There was some bit of relief that rolled through his body and he closed his eyes, covering himself as best as he could. All his thoughts were paying attention to now was to make sure he wasn't being too shown to all of these people. In the midst of his thoughts, Ciel's entire body shuddered with a violent shakes at the feeling of cold hands resting on either side of his waist, caressing his skin like it was a pillow. The hands squished his hips and made Ciel squeak with surprise. A wet, slippery substance stroked Ciel along his arse, and he couldn't help but make himself quake at this incredible touch. Through all of his pleasures he wanted it to end; forming disgusted thoughts for his self, to put on this show for these men was horrid. Alois was licking his backside while he was tied to a pole in front of men who were part deranged. If there was any sort of pride left in Ciel now, it would be a miracle.
Greed spread over the crowd and the men wanted more than this; it was almost like their cravings were driving them mad. A large oaf came crashing through everyone, his desperation being one of the highest in the room as he knocked Alois out of the way. The old man was in a complete daze and began to unbuckle his pants, positioning himself to enter Ciel's virgin body. The whole room was filled with cheers, telling him to go further and teach the kid a lesson; even when more than half have forgotten what was being taught here now. Alois' trance had dropped and he watched the buffoons, feeling loathing overtake him. They were all deprived and didn't seem to comprehend that they weren't needed in this show.
Abruptly, sooner than the man could penetrate Ciel, a blazing red headed woman came forward with a stride of determination. Her finger stuck itself up in the air as her arm shot up as well, bringing forth the attention to herself. She opened her mouth in a wide frown, anger and a demand for respect pouring out of her aura and making everyone obey. Madame Red untied Ciel and held the shaking boy close to her, making sure her long red shawl covered his body.
"I will not have behavior such as this performed in my parlor," Madame Red sneered, holding Ciel in a warm hug, "to do such a thing, one must rent a room and buy him out, not shamelessly perform a show of blind lust in front of a mindless crowd." She didn't bother with thinking of how Claude may react to this; she had no need to see this happen in front of her eyes.
After setting the men straight, she turned to Alois who was lying on the floor, covered in sweat. His face was hidden by his hair and yet again he refused to look at her, not even trying to glance at her to conceal his true feelings against her. She sighed with annoyance and handed Ciel her shawl so he could stay unseen. She did not bother with finding something for Alois, knowing he wouldn't mind being bare.
"Lead him back to your room," Madame Red ordered Alois, "this show is over."
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It's like I'm back from the dead or something!
Sorry for being so m.i.a. guys! I am totally grateful for the review from coconut911, you really took me from my slump and made me want to write!
I do feel as though this chapter was extremely rushed though... But I just had to get this out, you know? I will hope to post another chapter again soon, I really do enjoy writing for this story!
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(Also, including Beast in the story was a huge thing for me because I just finished the mangas with Noahs Ark Circus, and I felt the needed to put in someone from the circus to show my complete adoration for that storyline! So perfect, I loved it!)
