Chapter 15

Chapter 15

The prisoner crawled onto the thin pallet that was placed at the foot of the luxurious divan in the bedroom, and pulled the sparse grey woollen blanket that had been allocated to him around his shaking shoulders.

Cloud's body ached from all the so called 'playing' the two men had done with him. His arms and legs, his entire torso, showed the evidence of how rough they had been, with fresh new abrasions and bruises discolouring his already marked pale skin.

As his mind dwelled on what had just taken place, he burrowed into the pillow beneath his head, and sobbed his curses and his rage out into the feathered cushion, knowing that it would absorb his words and his tears, and deny the sadistic general and his bastard friend the pleasure of hearing his hurting.

"Not the boy's face, Zack," the silver haired man had warned, holding Cloud upright, tight against his chest, after picking the boy up from the floor where he had landed after Sephiroth had back handed him. "Only I get to mark him there."

The general had then proceeded to push Cloud away from him forcefully, sending him spinning and crashing into the hard body of the other man stood a few feet away.

Zack had laughed, catching Cloud easily and turning him back around, his fingers digging into the tops of Clouds arms painfully as he addressed Sephiroth.

"That's hardly fair. You've already marked so much of him already. What have you left me with, the palms of his hands? And how am I supposed to mark him there? Heated irons? Spikes driven through?"

Cloud had shuddered in the man's hold, mental visions of the threats flashing before him. He had turned his face to look at the dark haired man, his eyes silently beseeching, hoping to find out if it were just idle threats being made. But he had found himself being pushed back towards the general before he could make eye contact.

At first he had tried to resist being passed to and fro between the two men, had tried to break the momentum of the movement that they were forcing on him. But it seemed the harder Cloud tried, the rougher they had started to push and shove him, until eventually he had given up, and had simply let his body be jostled around like a disjointed doll, just trying to maintain an upright stance, focusing on staying on his feet.

He had managed pretty well too, until one particularly vicious shove from the man named Zack had sent him stumbling and crashing to his knees in front of the tall general. His hands had automatically reached out for, and grabbed on tight to, the nearest thing in order to save himself.

"Horny little fucker, isn't he?"

Zack's comment had been made in reference to the image that the prisoner and the general made.

Cloud had stopped his fall by clasping hold of the top of the silver haired man's pants. As if frozen in place, Cloud had knelt there, arms up by the mans zipper, head and face level with the man's groin.

"You think he wants to suck my cock?" Sephiroth had mocked, teasingly. "Tough! He'll have to learn to control his libido. Any sexual pleasure to be had between us will be solely for my benefit...and entirely at my discretion."

Cloud had snarled with disgust as the first of the words were being spoken, whipping his hands and fingers away from their contact with the general legs almost as if touching the man there burned him.

"Don't even think about it. You try and make me do that, and I'll bite your dick off and spit it back in your face."

While venting out this tirade of heated words, Cloud had quickly gotten back up to his feet, a guarded look alternating between the two men in the room with him. His blue eyes glared with suppressed anger, and his arms tensed by his sides, his hands now fisted, ready for the blows he knew to expect.

"Whoa!" Zack had said laughing, holding his own hands up waist high, showing his palms as if in submission. "Down, Tiger..."

"He's no tiger," the general had scoffed, his voice low and threatening. "He's a bull. A mad, raging bull. And you know what Zack?" Brilliant green eyes narrowed. "I fancy a bit of bull riding..."

Sephiroth and Cloud had clashed right there in the middle of the room, the naked blond prisoner trying to give back as much as took from his fully clothed aggressor. He knew he was outnumbered, and that his blows hardly affected the silver haired man, but that didn't stop him trying to defend himself.

A deliberately extended foot behind Clouds leg saw the conflict come to an abrupt end, as the boy stumbled over the dark haired man's strategically placed limb and began to fall. Cloud had twisted around at the very last second to land heavily upon his hands and knees, panting and breathless.

Almost instantaneously, the general had straddled himself across Clouds exposed back, pinning him in place, and grabbing hold of the boy tightly by the hair, shaking the blond head as he spat out his words.

"Zack...go to the play room and fetch me some rope."

The dark haired man had smirked, almost running towards the room that housed the painful torture devices. He came back seconds later with some loose cord playing through his fingers.

"Are you trussing him up, Seph?" he asked, holding it out towards the general.

"No. You're going to bridle this savage animal for me, and pass me the reins," Sephiroth replied, before pulling painfully on Cloud's hair, forcing the prisoner's neck up sharply and causing him to gasp out in pain.

Zack had quickly slid the rope across Cloud's face and had forced it into his open mouth, twisting the two ends and knotting them at the back of the trapped boys head, before handing the makeshift 'reins' to Sephiroth.

Now that the boy was bridled, Sephiroth lifted his feet up off the floor, his full weight making the blonde's spine dip alarmingly.

"Walkies!" he had called out, digging the heels of his boots sharply into Clouds ribs.

When Cloud had resisted, and stubbornly tried to buck the heavy load from off his back, Sephiroth clicked his fingers at Zack, and pointed towards the large desk.

The dark haired man quickly caught onto what it was his friend wanted, and he had grabbed the long wooden ruler from the tabletop, passing it to the general with a grin.

Sephiroth, still resisting being thrown, proceeded to reach around and whack at the boys bare ass cheeks, hard enough to leave large red welt marks across the skin with every strike.

After several minutes of this harsh treatment, Cloud had finally gave up trying to dislodge his rider, and reluctantly began to move forward, having to pick up his slow ambling pace a little faster as the boots continued to kick him, and the ruler continued to rain down across his buttocks.

He just as quickly learned which way to turn, depending on which side of his face the rope was pulled. The vicious tugging and yanking of the cord had started to burn and bite into his mouth, and Clouds teeth began to ache where his jaws were clamped down hard on the rough fibred binding.

Zack had been hollering with laughter as the general made the boy crawl around the room, and each time that Sephiroth made Cloud go past the dark haired man, he would slap at the prisoners unprotected and exposed ass, delighting in leaving his handprints on him, alongside the ruler marks.

This cruel treatment only stopped when Zack decided to jump on behind Sephiroth, and the extra weight, plus Clouds exhaustion, proved too much and his quivering elbows finally gave way and he crashed to the floor.

Pushing himself up off the boy, Zack had stared down at the marks on the boys skin, an obvious erection tenting the front of his pants.

"Well, I guess I'm just going to have to head into town and find me a pretty little blond boy whore like this one," he had said, making his way to the door. "Seeing as how you won't share your toy, Sephiroth, in that way."

It was while the general had been seeing his friend out, that Cloud had taken the opportunity to escape back to the bedroom, and the sanctuary of the pallet.

He was so wrapped up in his own misery, that he wasn't aware of Sephiroths presence in the room until the silver haired man spoke.

"Don't be upset," the general said casually. "I'm sure that by the next time Zack comes to call, your training will have progressed far enough that you will be able to carry the two of us on your back perfectly well."

Cloud turned, brushing the tears and the snot from his face with the back of one hand, before pushing himself upright to sit gingerly on his sore and beaten ass, leaning heavily to one side to try and lessen the smarting pain that shot through him.

Sephiroth watched him keenly. "I do hope you're not thinking of wiping your dirtied hand on me?" he said. "Because, I promise you, the punishment I would dish out for that insolence would make it seem, so not worth it."

Casting his eyes to the floor, Cloud grudgingly proceeded to clean his hand off on the blanket that was still wrapped around him. He had indeed intended on doing just what the man accused him of. But now, having been warned of a possible harsh punishment for doing so, he decided not to push his luck. The last few weeks had been bad enough, with beatings virtually every day. He was learning, slowly, who was the boss.

"Stand up."

With only the slightest show of hesitation, Cloud did as he was told, allowing the blanket to fall to the floor, knowing that he wouldn't be allowed to keep it wrapped around himself. The general liked to see him naked.

"Go the wall and face it. Arms out, head down."

Cloud obeyed, walking to the nearest wall, placing his hands palm down against it, and lowering his head as he did so. This was nothing new to him. This was just one of the ways in which the silver haired man had beaten him before.

He wondered what it was he had done this time to deserve a flogging. Perhaps because he didn't have the strength to carry both men at the same time? Or maybe because he had left the room without asking for permission?

As Sephiroth approached him from behind, Cloud tensed his back muscles, waiting to feel the crack of something over his back. On the last occasion, it had been the generals thick leather belt, the buckle catching him a smarting blow between his shoulder blades. And that had been because Cloud had dared to say something to the man after he had ordered that Cloud remain silent.

Cloud was not prepared for the soft, gentle caress of a finger running down his spine, rubbing almost tenderly at the fresh bruises and gashes on his ribcage.

Sephiroth tutted when the boy lifted his head and dared to glance back over his shoulder, and he used his free hand to gently push the prisoners face back towards the wall.

"You don't move...unless I tell you to move," he instructed, the finger that was on the ribcage digging into the boys skin with malice, driving his point home.

Biting his lip to prevent himself from crying out, Cloud squeezed his eyes tight shut as the silver haired man proceeded with his soft touches, his hand now trailing down lower, sliding over Clouds marked ass, the fingers cupping the abused and flamed cheeks, sometimes making small circular motions, sometimes gripping and squeezing the fleshy globes hard.

The general smirked when he delved his hand between the tops of the boys thighs, and his fingers brushed lightly up against the prisoners testes as he dragged his long nails up and down the sensitive area. He deliberately let his thumb stroke and touch the hanging sac.

Cloud felt himself starting to harden at what the man was doing, and tried to will the sprouting erection away. He kept telling himself that this was wrong. But, it felt so good. And his body hadn't felt good since he had first been captured.

He shuddered, trying desperately to concentrate, to stop the sensations of pleasure that were shooting though him. Suddenly, Clouds whole body was a mass of tingles, as the other mans hand closed around his cock, and held on.

"Don't!" he begged, his eyes flying open, his head spinning round to face the general, totally forgetting to obey the order he had been given.

"Why not?"

"You...you can't do this," Cloud cried, confusion showing on his face. Where was the beating he had been expecting? That he could handle that. But this...

"Sssh," Sephiroth whispered, his closed hand beginning to pump the boy. "Just enjoy it. Imagine I'm a woman, if it makes you feel better."

Cloud turned his flushed face away, lowering his forehead till it touched the cooling smooth surface of the wall. He now had to bite his lips together to stop the cry of ecstasy that wanted to be uttered, to prevent himself from begging the man to pump harder, to squeeze tighter.

"You like this, don't you?" Sephiroth purred, whispering the words in the boy's ear, his hand continuing to manipulate his prisoner's cock. His fingers were squeezing the rod of hard flesh, while the thumb caressed the tip of the mushroom shaped helmet, relishing in smearing the leaking pre cum all over the sating smooth crown. And all the while the general watched with interest the expressions fleeting across the prisoners face, as the boy struggled vainly with his conflicting emotions. "You like this...a lot!"

Cloud could only nod dumbly at the statement. He could hardly deny that his body was enjoying the administrations and attention it was receiving, nor the sensations that were shooting through him. Not when the general held the evidence of his growing pleasure in his strong hands. Unable to control himself, his hips began to thrust in time with Sephiroths hand movement.

In a mental act of defiance over what was being done to him, Cloud did as the general had suggested, and imagined that it was the pretty, shy, brunette haired girl at home whom he fancied, that was masturbating him.

"Aerith...Aerith..."

With a shudder that tore through his entire body from head to toe, he climaxed, his breathing hitched and panting, the girls name echoing one final time around the room.

Sephiroth's hand remained tight around Clouds pulsating cock, helping to milk the organ dry. The general was amazed at how hard and how heavy the boy had come. His orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and at the end of it he flopped back easily into Sephiroths arms, almost as if his ejaculation had totally drained him, and left him helpless.

Lifting the hand that was now covered in the boys leavings, Sephiroth proceeded to wipe the gooey thick mess off in the spiky blond locks, smiling as the prisoner slowly regained his composure.

"Remember, that was an important lesson that I taught you there," he said, his words slow and deliberate. The hand that was cleaning itself of sperm tightened in the boys hair. "You have just learned that it is me who governs whether you feel pleasure..." The hand suddenly pushed the boys head forward sharply, causing him to head butt the solid brick wall.

"...Or whether you feel... pain."