Chapter 16
Chapter 16
Cloud stood dejectedly beneath the shower as the stinging jet of hot water cascaded over his hunched shoulders, before flowing down over his stooped back and trickling between his ass cheeks.
His whole body was tense, his eyes and his fists closed tight. He wanted to hurt something, to smash something, to dispel the wretched way he felt about himself and the situation he found himself in.
For the past three days, the general had subjected Cloud to the same humiliating treatment as he had done when the dark haired man had come to visit. Forcing Cloud to his hands and knees, straddling him and making Cloud bear the brunt of his weight as he lifted long lean legs from up off the floor and kicking at Clouds sides, each day sitting on the boys bowed back a little longer, hitting and slapping at Clouds ass with the ruler a little harder.
Cloud had found by the third day that his arms felt much stronger, that he was able to ignore the stinging blows to his rear and concentrate on keeping his arms and legs moving in unison. Instead of only just being able to carry the general once or twice around the room, by today, the third day, Cloud found that he had been able to continue until the silver haired man himself had put a stop to it, and had climbed off the sweaty boys back, dismounting and standing beside him with his hands on his hips and a pleased smile on his face.
If that were all that the general had demanded of him, Cloud would not now be in the shower, berating his misfortune.
No, Sephiroth had also continued with what had happened after his friend had left the room that day, touching Cloud inappropriately, taking hold of his manhood and forcing him to hardness, not releasing his grip until he had made Cloud climax, proving over and over again that that he did indeed have the power of pain and pleasure over Clouds existence..
The first time he had done it, had taken Clouds cock in his gloved hand after riding his back again, Cloud had tried to stop him, had tried to resist. He'd recalled how easily the man had got him to an aroused state the day before, recalled the mortified way he had felt as he spilled all over the generals fingers. And recalled too the way his head had been slammed into the wall as he was still shuddering from his orgasm. Cloud didn't want to lose control over his body like that again, and so he had tried to prevent the silver haired man from touching him.
And had gotten beaten badly for his efforts.
The second time, the very next day after Clouds beating, he had tried only marginally to prevent the man's fingers from taking hold of his cock, of making him hard. Of making him come. Instead, Cloud had tried to fight the feelings that were sweeping thought his body, rather than the man himself. But the general had refused to release Clouds member, stroking and pumping it, until he had made the boy climax. And then he had left the room, a mocking smile dancing on his thin lips.
Today though...today had been different.
After successfully carrying the general around the outer room on his back for over an hour without stalling, the man had stood up, apparently pleased with the boys efforts, and had sent him to rest on the pallet, where Cloud had laid curled up, one arm tucked beneath his head, waiting for the order to present himself.
He could hear the general in the outer room, his quill pen scratching on parchment, signifying that he was busy. Cloud had kept his eyes glued to the door.
When the tall silver haired man had come into the bedroom, and he fixed his gaze on Cloud with that sardonic leer of his, Cloud had felt his heart quicken, had felt his face flush. But worst of all, he had felt his cock stiffen in anticipation of what the man was about to do.
He tried to tell himself that he didn't crave the man's touch, that he didn't want this. And yet at the same time, his traitorous body was crying out to be handled, to be stroked.
Suddenly, and without being told to do so, Cloud had sat himself up in the present position, placing his hands behind his head, opening his knees wide, pushing his hips forward and displaying his erect cock.
He'd waited with baited breath, hoping against hope that the man's fingers would grip him, would pump him, would make him feel good again.
And yet at the same time, he had feared the man ignoring his obviously blatant need, of mocking him for offering himself, dreading the humiliation of rejection.
But Sephiroth hadn't denied him.
And now no amount of scalding water could wash off the filth that Cloud felt inside. To let the man do that to him, to offer it to his captor himself...and to enjoy it.
With a strangled sob, Cloud lifted his arms and began to assault the walls of the shower cubicle surrounding him, pounding his fists against the ceramic tiles in a rage, telling himself over and over again that such a thing wouldn't happen again, that the next time the general reached for him, he would move away, that he didn't care if the man beat him to death for it.
Eventually, worn out and unconvinced, he sank to the floor and just sat there with his head bowed, his arms clasped around his drawn up knees, and his tears falling and washing away with the cascading water.
He wanted to go home. He wanted to be with his friends again, drinking and smoking, flirting with the women. This imprisonment he was in was wrong. He should have been interrogated, sent for trial, sentenced. Not penned in and treated like some sort of wild animal. He had rights. And yet, according to the general, he had no such thing. Cloud recalled a certain conversation from two days ago.
"You can't do this to me," he had yelled, curling up into a ball as the silver haired man's fists had pummeled into his body.
"Oh, I think you'll find you're mistaken," Sephiroth had calmly replied. "I think you'll find I can do pretty much what I want with you."
"I'm a prisoner of war," Cloud had argued, his voice rising shrilly as he fought the pain that tore through his body at the prolonged beating. "I demand a fair trial."
"You are nothing. And nothing begets……. nothing."
"My name is Cloud Strife...I am an officer in..."
The beating had continued on relentlessly. Eventually, Cloud had given up trying to insist on his rights, trying instead to reason with the man the next day, when he seemed almost sorry for the bruises he had caused.
"You know, my friends will be asking about me, wondering where I am," he had said, as the general had rubbed soothing ointment over Clouds aching skin. "They won't give up until they hear from me."
The fingers touching him pressed a fraction harder as they circled the darkening flesh, the only sign that his words had annoyed the general.
"As far as your friends are concerned, you're already dead," Sephiroth had replied. Cloud had shaken his head in disbelief.
"They wouldn't believe that, just because you said it was so. They would demand to see my body."
"A body is an easy thing to provide," the general had answered, matter-of-factly. "You'd be amazed at how easy it is to find one much like yours in both size and shape. Malnourishment...Punishment...Suicide. So many different ways for a person to die in here. Of course, our sincerest condolences were also sent back with the body."
Cloud had known instinctively that the man hadn't been lying. He had no need to. And that was why, when the general had reached again for Clouds cock, Cloud had only tried resisting a little. He knew there was no point in fighting the man. Not without the hope of being released, or rescued.
And today...
Well, today Cloud had come to realize that if he were to live, and if he were to live pain free then...
Then that was why he had found himself on his knees, offering himself to his abusive captor. The general wanted Cloud submissive, so Cloud would become submissive.
But that didn't mean he had to like it. Or that he had to forgive himself. It was just something he knew he had to do, in order to survive.
"No matter how long you stay in there, you won't dissolve and find escape down the plughole."
Clouds head flew up and he stared at the silver haired man standing in the bathroom, holding out an open towel. With a quick scrub at his face to hide any traces of his tears, he stood up and switched the water off, stepping out of the cubicle and walking slowly towards the waiting man.
Sephiroth wrapped the over sized piece of fluffy white cloth around the boy, rubbing briskly at wet skin, drying forearms and shoulders, before walking briskly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Cloud followed behind sheepishly, making sure to completely cover his lower half from view with the towel, holding on tightly to the ends so that they wouldn't unfold. He knew it was only a temporary cover, and that the general would have him discard it within minutes. But for now, it was all he had, and he clung to it.
The general seemed to be busy sorting something out on the bed. Cloud could hear the clinking of chains, and for a moment his heart dropped. He hadn't been chained to anything for quite a while now, and he wondered what sort of sadistic plan the man had in mind for him.
Without even turning from what he was looking at on the bed, Sephiroth threw something small and light back at Cloud. It was a semi sheer scrap of fabric, and Cloud stared at it in puzzlement as it settled on the floor.
"Well, don't just stand there. Put it on," the general snapped in irritation when Cloud continued to just look at it.
It was a loin cloth, and a very small loin cloth. The two parts that were supposed to cover up the ass and the crotch area were barely adequate. And the shiny textile of the material was virtually see-through. Donning such a garment somehow made Cloud feel even more undressed than if he were naked, and he stood there wearing it awkwardly, a blush rising on his face.
The general turned around from the bed, his eyes appraising the view before him. He seemed satisfied with what he saw, and laying hands on Cloud's waist, he slowly spun him around to take in a long lingering look at the boy's rear.
"Very nice," he purred, his covered fingers sliding over the smooth curvature of the boy's ass cheeks. "Very nice indeed," he said again, as he felt the soft trembling from the body he was touching.
Reluctantly pulling his hand away, the general turned his attention back to the bed, and what remained lying upon it.
It was a chained leash, and Sephiroth picked it up lovingly, letting his fingers caress and feel the cold metal links in the same way they had just caressed and touched the boy's firm warm body.
Catching his full lower lip between his teeth, trying to contain the inner excitement that was building inside him, the general held onto the leather handled looped end of the chain and turned to face the blond, who stared at him with frightened, large blue eyes.
"Head back," Sephiroth ordered, holding out the attachment end towards the collar on the prisoner's neck. "I'm going out, and I'm taking you with me."
Without question, Cloud obeyed.