Imparted Fear

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Imparted Fear

He felt numb. His body was still a little sore and his new cramped position curled in a far corner wasn’t helping.
It had been fast, muddled, too hot for comfort, pleasurable beyond words.
It had been rape.
Jono closed his eyes from his view of the wall. He had no tears to cry, this was something he’d expected to have happen for years now. It was just that Seth had lured him into a false sense of security. He’d made him think he was safe from being used like that.
And now look at him.
Seth had cleaned him up and put him in his room and laid him down on the bed rather than the mat Jono usually slept on. He knew what this meant; he was a bed slave now. He would be used night and night again and when Seth was tired of him he’d be put to work out in the sun until he died.
This time he did cry.
All this time, he’d fought and fought and scraped together his dignity and for what? So the ruler of a country that wasn’t his could drug him and let a priest take him.
It didn’t matter that Orugi had let him enjoy his body first. Not in poor Jonos’ stressed mind anyway.
He never heard the door open and he didn’t hear the sandaled footsteps approach him either. He was too lost in the horror he saw of his future. He could fight the traders, he had cost them too much to just kill off or sell as a laborer, but Seth, Seth could do anything.
It hurt.
There for a while he’d thought..
“You’re crying.”
Warm hands slid onto his shoulders.
Jono didn’t respond. He couldn’t fight Seth, he had to just give in and let him take what he wanted.
“I’m sorry.” His voice was so calm, so understanding, so.. very sorry. “Forgive me.”
“It’s what I’m for.” Jono said blandly, or would have if he hadn’t choked on the tears when he spoke.
Seth only sat down behind Jono and circled his arms around the smaller male. “I know what you think has happened. But you’re wrong.” He only felt Jono tense up. “I won’t lie, I want you.” The body in his arms shuddered with a sob.
“And when you’re done with me?” The words were slurred again, just like when he’d first come to Seth.
“Who ever said I would be done with you?”
“It’s what they said.” He sniffed and rubbed tears from his honey eyes. “When the Master has had enough of my body I will be sent away to die.”
Such cruel words. “Jono. That won’t happen.” He took one of several gold bracers off his wrist. “You’re mine.” He slipped the bracer onto Jonos’ left wrist and couldn’t help but kiss his neck.
“I belong to you.” It came out halting and choked, he tilts his head to the side but was too tense for this to be a loving motion. an’tan’t deny you anything.”
Seth stopped his hand from snaking down the blonds’ stomach. He sighed and stood up. “Jono, go sit on the bed.”
“Y-yes Master.” Jono got up shakily and approached the bed in a daze. He was so close to simply breaking down into tears that Seth had to pause and think very hard about what he was going to do.
He knelt down in front of Jono and slid his hands up his legs feeling just how absolutely terrified his little blond slave was. When his fingertips had slipped up under Jonos’ kilt he rubbed back down to his knees and then back up going farther under the material. “Only time will prove my intentions.” He reached up undoing the belt of Jonos’ kilt and slowly pulling the cloth away. “But I still desire to hear you scream my name.”
Jonos’ breath hitched in his throat as his legs were pushed slightly apart and his Masters’ lips gently brushed his.
“Listen to me very carefully Pet.” Seth said running his fingertips farther up Jonos’ legs. “When you take it to heart that I will keep you and never get rid of you. When you accept what I’m giving you I want you to say my name. Understand?”
Jono nodded and inhaled shakily. He gasped loudly and clutched at the linen on the bed as the slick warmth slid down over his exposed member.
Why was he doing this?
A pale moan escaped him as his head went back. He wound his fingers into dark hair without realizing it and let out a second deeper sound.
Was he serious?
“Ah, Master..” He felt his hips being held in place by warm insistent hands as pleasure coursed up his spine.
Was he lying?
He felt an arm slide around his waist as Seths’ tongue rolled against him. He let his head roll forward mouthing words of approval in a scatter of barely learned languages.
Was this proof? He wasn’t being thrown into the bed and taken for all he was worth. He wasn’t crying in fear anymore, and.. and it felt so good.
He opened his eyes a crack and caught sight of the gold bracer on his left wrist. He exhaled slowly then inhaled sharply and gave a half cry as Seth continued to take him. He could feel the end approaching.
Did it matter? Lie or not his life rested in Seths’ hands. If the man that was currently fogging his mind with pleasure really wanted or even loved him then there was no harm in returning the emotion. If not, then he was going to wind up dead at the bottom of a quarry no matter what he did.
His back arched and he lifted one leg, holding it tight against his body to give one of Seths’ hands enough room to fondle him where his mouth could not reach. He lost his balance and fell back on the bed and grabbed another fistful of the linens.
He’d better be telling the truth; by the gods he’d better be telling the truth.
Seconds after his head hit the bed his orgasm washed over him. He inhaled in the same moment his mind decided to hell with it all and cried out in the middle.
“Seth!”
He shuddered hard and felt flushed all over. He closed his eyes still feeling his Masters tongue and mouth licking and sucking at him. The priest was slowly making his way up the body he’d just pleasured.
“You taste glorious Pet.” The words were whispered into his ear before that tongue and mouth kissed him furiously. The flavor was.. arousing.
Seth pulled away panting slightly. “You said my name. Did you mean it?”
“Did you?”
“Yes Pet I do.” Seth slipped an arm around his stomach.
“Then so do I.” He curled closer to Seth hoping he’d made the right decision.