by Quil Carter
Once Kheva’s plate was cleared, Sasha was full, for the first time since coming here he felt satiated. His head was still hurting and his tender body aching from Kel’s attack, but all of that was momentarily pushed to the side to make way for the content feeling of being stuffed. Even his body was celebrating, Sasha was surprised to see that he was trembling lightly and spurts of energy were rushing through him. It was like a fire with only dying coals getting cedar bows thrown on top of it.
Kheva nodded at Kel and he took their plates. When Kel turned around and headed towards the kitchen, Sasha felt compelled to show his appreciation. “Thank you,” he said to Kheva. “I… really needed that.”
Kheva wiped his mouth with a kerchief and drank the last of his single glass of wine. “You’re welcome, nightcrawler,” he replied. “You’re experiencing a migraine, aren’t you?”
Sasha nodded. He glanced over when he saw Kel disappearing up the stairs. “Yeah… two days was the shortest amount of time it took to come back, this was a bit better though,” he said. He hesitated, wondering how he could bring up getting some of Kel’s blood.
“The fluid we delivered to you wasn’t enough for a full dose, it will be three to four days usually. But, they’ll come more frequently as your abilities advance,” Kheva said, and he rose to his feet. “Put away the food, then lay on the couch. You may relax there for the time being.” Then, just like that, he walked across the living room, and went up the stairs too.
Sasha looked around, completely alone downstairs. He got up and did what was asked of him, and put the food away into Tupperware containers that were stacked by the fridge. After he was done, and also after sneaking a few more spoonfuls of mashed potatoes, Sasha laid down on the microfiber couch and closed his eyes. It was dark down here at least; the main living room light was turned off and only the desk lamp was illuminating the room. The paneling on the walls plus the brown and black furniture helped aid the darkness, and after a short time, Sasha felt his body begin to relax.
His head was still pounding, but the small bright spot on an otherwise horrible four days, was appreciated. He was fed, inside, and both Kel and Kheva seemed happy with him… it might not be much, but after being treated like an unwanted dog, it was everything to him.
Without realizing it, Sasha drifted off to a half-wakefulness, half-sleep, and because of that state, when he heard Kel say his name, only inches away from his face, Sasha jumped like a lit matchstick had been pressed to his forehead, and gasped.
Sasha’s hand flew to his head and the room spun around him. The shock of being roused from his nap in such an awful way had his migraine exploding with pain, as if someone was stomping on his brain with cleats.
He felt Kel put a hand on his shoulder. “Wake up, Sasha,” Kel whispered. “It’s time.”
It’s time? Sasha sat up on the couch, his hand still holding his head. “Time for…? Is it time for me to…” It always sounded so bizarre to say ‘Drink your blood’, they weren’t vampires… right? “Get rid of this migraine?”
Kel petted Sasha’s hair back. “We call it recharging. Yes, Sasha, it’s time for you to recharge.” Sasha’s brow knitted when he heard a weird octave to Kel’s voice. It was catching, and there was a tightness to it like he was anxious about something.
Sasha rose and Kel took his hand. He’s even breathing heavy…
That realization ignited the first spark of anxiety in Sasha. He let Kel lead him across the living room and towards the set of wood stairs.
He’d never even looked up the stairs, let alone been up to the second storey. This did nothing to quell Sasha’s apprehension, if anything, it stoked the flames of unease that were steadily turning from yellow to white hot.
Sasha hesitated as Kel slowly walked up the steps, one hand holding his arm, the other on the railing. “Couldn’t we just… do it on the couch?” he asked.
Kel shook his head. “Come up stairs with me, Sasha. Kheva’s waiting.” He kept climbing until he was pulling on Sasha’s arm.
Sasha’s mind screamed at him not to go up the stairs, that there was something incredibly off about what had happened in the last five minutes. His guttural instincts, that sixth sense, was telling him to not go to the second level, that Kel was hiding something from him.
But what choice did he have? It was an outlandish thought to even play with the idea of not obeying Kel. And if he turned and ran, what then? The migraine was getting worse and he’d only just gotten back into Kheva’s good books. It was like he was dropped inside of a maze but there were no possible exits, you just remained trapped inside.
He was just being stupid. What could possibly happen? If they wanted to kill him, he was miles and miles away from civilization––They didn’t need to bring him upstairs to kill him.
That thought made Sasha feel sick. It was a small window into just how many mistakes he’d made up to this point, and the huge amount of danger he’d put himself in when he got inside of that truck. If bad decisions were dollars he’d have enough money to buy himself a car to use to drive home.
This is what I get for wanting to be understood, for being stupid enough to think I belonged somewhere. Sasha’s head hung, and the depression that had been temporarily veiled due to his quick sleep, came back with vengeance that said it had been growing all the more powerful while he’d been dormant.
And just like that… he no longer cared what happened to him.
Sasha began walking up the stairs, Kel leading him firmly by the hand.
The stairs brought him to the middle of an open room, with the same taxidermy and pelt-decorated dark paneling and polished hardwood floors as the downstairs. It also held large windows, giving one an incredible view of, not just the field and the lake, but the thick coniferous forest and tree-covered mountains. The room itself had more bookcases full of books, antique cabinets and desks, and what appeared to be a large dog bed and several chewed cat and dog toys.
And also in that room were four doors. One right in front of him, one to the left, one to the right, and one directly behind him. The one in front of him looked to be a bathroom, and the other three were shut.
Kel led him towards the door on the right. He put his hand on the knob then turned back to Sasha. He was smiling, but when he saw the concern on Sasha’s face, the smile disappeared. “Don’t be scared,” he said simply, then he turned back around.
Scared? Sasha’s heart began to beat wildly, in sync with the alarm bells that were ringing in his head. “Scared?” he stammered. He took a step back but Kel’s grip only tightened, further adding fuel to the panic that was rising like burning bile in his throat. “Scared of what?”
Kel opened the door and Sasha looked behind him to see just where he was being led to, but all he could see behind the man was a king size bed, the frame made of carved wood stained almost black, and on top of it, a matching black comforter and red sheets. The rest of the room was still hidden by the door, and he couldn’t see Kheva anywhere.
Sasha looked from the room back to Kel, but when he made eye contact with the weird man he’d wished he hadn’t. Kel’s blue eyes seemed to eat him alive. How can a single look seem so vile, so…
…lustful.
Sasha’s body turned to ice.
“Don’t be scared of what we’re going to do,” Kel whispered. “You’ll have fun, I promise.”
Sasha stared at Kel, the blood draining from his body and being replaced by cold liquid.
Then it hit him – it hit him with such clarity Sasha didn’t know how he didn’t see it before.
No…
Oh… fuck…
…no.
Sasha turned around to run… only to slam right into Kheva. Sasha stumbled backwards, Kheva barely even flinching, and he felt himself get grabbed from behind by Kel.
Panic exploded inside of Sasha like a nuclear bomb had gone off inside of him. His fight or flight instincts kicked into overdrive, and they were telling him to turn tail and run.
And fucking run fast. It didn’t matter where just run.
RUN!
RUN!
“NO!” Sasha screamed; the fear tearing him to shreds like he’d suddenly been pushed inside of a blender. “Please, please… no, no. NO!” Tears of terror burned the corner of his eyes, and when Kel began to drag him backwards, he felt his mind become unhinged. Sasha thrashed like a wild animal caught in a snare and screamed, panic radiating from his body as it baked into his bones.
There had to be something he could do––some way to get out of this. Oh fuck. No. Anything but this… there had to be something.
There had to be something.
They’re going to rape me.
Kel turned Sasha around and pushed him onto the bed. Sasha tried to slide off the other end but shrunk back when he realized that Kheva was already there.
“You’re going to make this worse if you struggle,” Kheva said. The calm tone that he was speaking in only poured more anxiety onto Sasha. He was speaking like he was about to pull out a splinter from Sasha’s finger, not… not this.
Could he be reasoned with then? “Master Kheva, please don’t do this…” Sasha backed away from Kheva with his feet, but in doing so, he slid to the middle of the bed. Kel snatched his arm as soon as it was in reach, then he wrenched it back and got onto the bed.
Sasha gave a cry of fear and began to thrash, pushing every store of energy he could into escaping.
How can one body and mind hold so much terror? If fear was a weapon Sasha would’ve blown up the world. He didn’t know what to do, what he could say to make them stop, all he knew was that he had to… he had to escape this.
Kel began wrapping a nylon rope around Sasha’s hand, and even though Sasha was putting all of his strength into ripping his hand away, he was no match for Kel. He was weak from the past four days and Kel could easily hold his wrist back.
Kheva was standing over the bed watching Kel restrain Sasha’s arm, and when he was successfully tied, Kheva opened a drawer in a nearby nightstand and withdrew a large pair of scissors. His green-yellow eyes flickered up as he held them, and with a smirk that made the yellow blots glow bright, he snipped the straps off of Sasha’s undershirt.
But as he cut through the thin fabric, Sasha jerked his body away and the scissors slipped, a cut appeared in between the slices of cloth and started filling up with blood.
This drew out a fresh surge of panic. Sasha retracted his leg like it was a spring, and aimed for the first thing he saw, which happened to be Kel’s stomach.
Kel yelped, and the force of the well-aimed blow had him falling backwards off of the bed. Kheva’s eyes flashed at this, and before Sasha even knew what was happening, Kheva slapped him right across the face, then hit him hard in the head.
Shimmering lights descended on Sasha’s vision and the world tilted around him like an amusement park ride. Then his head released an assault of agony so powerful all screams of desperation were snatched from Sasha’s throat and he found himself temporarily stunned.
Sasha groaned from pain. He opened his eyes and saw Kheva in front of Kel, his mouth was moving like he was speaking to him but Sasha didn’t know what he was saying. His ears were picking up nothing but a roaring sound, like rushing water.
“Please…” Sasha whimpered. He began to twist his wrist back and forth in a feeble attempt to free himself. By now he was breathing heavily, and the fear that was a raging storm inside of him, was throttling all other emotions. “Kheva… please… I’ll do anything. I’ll do anything.”
Kheva’s attention turned to Sasha, and then Kel’s did too. They both looked at Sasha but their expressions couldn’t have been more different. Kel’s face was pouring lust, his mouth slacked and his breathing panting. His hands kept clenching and unclenching and his stance was poised, as if he was a dog with a treat in front of him, and he was waiting for his owner to give him the command to devour it.
And Kheva… his eyes were on fire, flames of emerald encircling the purest of gold. His expression was carved from the most refined stone imaginable, a beautiful figure that held a deadly poison inside.
“Such a difficult slave,” Kheva murmured. He kneeled onto the bed and crawled over to Sasha. “Don’t you want relief?” Kheva’s lips disappeared into his mouth, the lower lip then paled from the pressure of his teeth biting down, and when the pink lip slid free, the skin had been broken.
Blood filled the wound, and a single crimson pearl slipped down Kheva’s face.
Sasha stared at him, his body shaking and his breathing laboured and short. He’d never been this scared before in his life. “Not like this,” he cried. His eyes closed tight and he let out a low sob. “Please don’t… I don’t want my first time to be this.”
He recoiled when he felt Kheva’s lips push against his cheek. “You wanted to belong, nightcrawler,” Kheva whispered. “You insisted, did you not? Tonight… mmm.” Sasha jerked himself away when he felt Kheva’s tongue lick the blood the kiss had left behind. “Tonight, we will all drink. Tonight, we will forge a connection that nothing will be able to break. My nightcrawler… my second created. I cannot wait until I claim you as my own.”
When Sasha felt a hand rest against his crotch, his mind broke, and like a dam that could no longer hold back the millions of gallons of water, the anxiety, the fear, the terror inside of him spilled out and flooded him.
Sasha’s eyes snapped open… and he screamed.
And as he emptied his lungs, screaming as loud as he could, a potent anger took hold, giving him a temporary life raft against the torrent of panic he was currently drowning in. Sasha grasped onto that anger, he reached out and seized it. Then he did something he knew would be a death sentence the moment the impulse burst into his mind.
Sasha made a fist, and punched Kheva in the side of the head.
The strength of the blow had the Master thrown backwards, and like Kel minutes before, Kheva fell off of the bed. With this distraction, the only faint hope that Sasha had, he grabbed the scissors and began to cut the nylon rope.
To his luck, Kel went to Kheva. Kheva’s first slave cried out his master’s name and began spewing his insanity in the form of desperate stammering. Sasha ignored it and kept cutting the rope.
And then he was free.
Sasha wasted no time. He jumped off of the bed and ran straight for the door.
“You idiot! Get him!” Kheva snarled.
Sasha gasped and reached for the door handle, but before he even had a chance to turn it, someone hit him in the back of the skull. The impact threw his head forward, where it made hard contact with the door, hard.
“NO!!” Sasha screamed. He twisted his body around and desperately tried to get away from Kel, tears streaming down his cheeks. It was no use though, Kel’s grip was iron, and unlike the first time he’d grabbed Sasha, there was also flames of rage behind those eyes.
Kel shoved Sasha onto the bed, the screams ringing out and bouncing off of the walls. Kel then ripped Sasha’s cloth pants off of him, anger obvious in each hostile movement, and once they were gone, he tore off Sasha’s briefs.
Sasha scrambled away, now naked, but as he struggled to get to the edge of the bed, a fist came out of nowhere and punched him in the side of the head.
The hit stunned him. Sasha, now on his back, stared up at the ceiling. The world spun around him like he was trapped inside of a washing machine, small bright lights illuminating the corners of his vision as his brain desperately tried to get a pin down the spinning top.
He heard things, many things, but the blow to his already damaged mind registered nothing. It wasn’t until someone grabbed his leg that he finally got enough of his senses back to look up.
And what he saw, made his resolve crumble into ash.
Kel and Kheva were kneeling on the bed, naked and erect. Sasha found himself once again stunned as he looked at them. He’d never been in a room with a naked man, let alone two of them in an aroused state.
Sasha whimpered an
d shook his head back and forth, but Kel only smiled. Not the smile of a man about to rape another man, but a sheepish, almost coy smile. The insane nightcrawler crawled over to Sasha, his larger than average cock going up and down with his movements.
“Relax, Sashy,” Kel whispered. He glanced over at Kheva as the man shifted position as well. “If you relax and you’re good… we don’t have to tie you.” He leaned down and kissed Sasha’s lips. “This is a good thing. You want to belong, right?” Kel stroked back Sasha’s hair, his breathing quick with anticipation. “Belong to us.”
‘For fuckfaces, Sasha, fight him,’ the voice inside of his head suddenly whispered. ‘You need to be stronger than him.’
I have to fight this.
And with that single thought, awareness snatched Sasha away from the stunned state he’d slipped into.
His eyes suddenly focused, locked on Kel––and the anger returned
Sasha grabbed Kel’s head with his free hand. He dug his fingernails into the side of the crazed man’s head, and with all of his strength, he raked them down.
Kel gave an angry scream, that of a beast more than a man, and slapped Sasha across the face. “You piece of shit!” he snarled. He raised his hand and hit Sasha, then pushed himself away.
But he wasn’t leaving. No, it was worse than that. As Sasha felt rope get wrapped around his wrist, Kel grabbed Sasha’s left leg and began pressing it back.
“NO!” Sasha cried. He tried to struggle, but he realized with fresh new horror that both of his arms were now bound.
This was it. This was it. They were going to do it.
“NO!” he screamed again, his voice breaking from the intensity. He tried to kick his legs, but in a flash, Kheva was there.
But the Master wasn’t there to hold back Sasha’s legs. With a swift movement, Kheva locked his hand around Sasha’s neck, and squeezed it so hard the breath was sucked out of his throat.
“If you kick him…” Kheva growled. “I’ll have him enter you raw. If you stay still, I’ll allow him to use lubricant. What’s your choice, nightcrawler?”
Sasha choked. He shook his head back and forth, the breath becoming trapped in his panicked lungs. “Don’t do this… I didn’t come here for this… I just wanted to be understood! Please… please…” Sasha began to cry. “I’m a virgin.”