Becoming His Slave

by Talon P. S.

  “Yes.” Paris did his best to sound vulnerable.

  Sasha took a deep breath and his hand floated up to touch Paris on the cheek. It worked. Paris played the wounded bird and Sasha was slipping back into the protective Dom he was known for being.

  “I got great boys.” Sasha shook his head as troubled thoughts boiled up in him. “Ever see those kids so overly sheltered by their parents you just bet they’ll go insane once they’re on their own?”

  Paris nodded.

  “It's true. That really happens. Isaac and Isaiah—they’re so damn smart. Their parents were fanatics when it came to tutoring the boys. You know Isaac and Isaiah both were reading, writing and playing violin by the time they were in kindergarten. Both of them master violinist by age seven. They’re whole life revolved around what their parents wanted them to do. School, after school tutors, music lessons, then dinner, homework, family board game at the table then go to bed—day after day always the same. Never got to go out and play, never allowed to be in sports. By the time they were sixteen they were taking college classes, because the high school didn’t know what to do with them. But when they turned 18, University rules say they have to do a year in the dorms.” Sasha took a long breath and let it with a huff, his fingers combing through Paris’ hair while he went on. “Eighteen years old and neither of them had ever even kissed a girl, or a boy for that matter. They’d never drank before either. So guess what dorm life did to them? The hazing, the pledges, the booze, next thing they turned to each other for comfort.”

  Sasha’s thoughts drifted to that fateful call from 911 dispatch. He knew the address. That was where his knew lover lived, they’d just started dating about a month ago and he was already considering asking Isaac to move in with him. He loved his frail, mixed heritage lover. Part American, part Chinese. He loved the eyes—he was a sucker for the eyes, dark as night and the exotic slant in them. He was a ball of nerves the second the call came over the radio waves and he rushed as fast as he could make the ambulance go, fearful something had happened to his lover Isaac.

  When he rushed through the door of the dormitory he found Isaac hovering over someone on the floor. Heat and rage filled his face to find his lover clutching to another man, that is until Isaac turned to face him and he caught a glimpse of the other man in his arms. He remembered rubbing at his eyes for a long moment and stared even longer, seeing double.

  ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

  TWO YEARS AGO

  “Sasha please.” Isaac pleaded. Sasha blinked, then reality slapped him in the face when he saw the row of two inch cuts running up Isaac’s twin brother’s arm. One in particular had gone too deep and he was losing a considerable amount of blood.

  Sasha shoved his lover from his brother and quickly went to work on the man’s wounded body. There was no doubt in his mind they were self inflected; he’d seen enough of them to know. “Want to tell me why he was trying to commit suicide?”

  Isaac’s eyes bugged wide and shook his head.

  “Isaac. Tell me why.” He commanded with some restraint. He didn’t want his lover to think he was heartless, at least not for his own twin.

  “He wasn’t trying to commit suicide Sasha. I swear it.”

  “Isaac, I’ve seen suicide attempts before. Now tell me what this is about.”

  Isaac started crying instantly, “He’s obsessed with pain. When he gets upset he needs to feel it, and he got too close.”

  Sasha sat back on his heels, staring at Isaac then down at his brother. They were identical in every way. They didn’t even try to look different from each other, if it weren’t for the different shirts and the blood at the moment, he’d have had a hard time telling them apart.

  Addicted to pain. Isaac had been so quick to become his submissive it nearly made his head spin. It was as if Isaac had been waiting for someone to take over his life, that he was a wreck without it. Now he wondered if his brother were the same way. That he too needed to be controlled only for him the implication ran far deeper. Sasha finished the preliminary dressing, than loaded Isaiah on the gurney and he and his partner rolled him out to the ambulance. Isaac fast on his heels.

  In the ambulance Sasha made a call, “Cliff— hey it’s Sasha. I know you got your sister and all, but you think you could come in and finish my shift? I got a family emergency— (he paused)— no we’re heading for the hospital now. I’ll be in the emergency room— (another pause)— thanks.” He turned to Isaac and grasped his hand in his, reining in his lover’s fears and roaming thoughts. “We’ll get Isaiah put back together. And then you can sit and tell me how all this came to be.”

  Isaac nodded. It wasn’t a request, he knew that. Sasha if anything demanded open honesty, and he hadn’t been very open about the most important member in his life outside of Sasha. Now was the time to fix that.

  Several hours passed while they waited in the ER waiting room. Cliff had arrived and taken Sasha’s spot for the remainder of his shift on the ambulance. Never the slightest annoyance for the request, because Sasha had done the same for him many times and would again he was certain. This was one favor neither of them had to feel bad about asking for.

  Isaac had since fallen asleep in his arms and his shoulder was cramping from keeping to one spot for so long, but he didn’t dare move too much. Isaac had seemed so exhausted by the ordeal. Learning Isaac had been up with his brother for the last two nights, which explained why Isaac had stood him up the night before.

  A man in blue scrubs came down the hall heading their way. Sasha knew him right away, his heart thumping, hoping his brother had been the one working on Isaiah. And he felt the relief when Pavle approached him. Sasha shrugged Isaac, but when he didn’t wake he shifted him in his arms holding his weight while he slid out from under him then gently lowered him down on the sofa bench and stood.

  “Pavle?” Sasha faced his older brother.

  The doctor looked at Isaac then to Sasha as if seeing him for the first time and gave him a nod. “He’s going to be fine. We had to put seven stitches in along the brachioradialis muscle and immobilized the arm so he doesn’t tear them back out from moving around. The rest were easily sealed with butterfly tape. He’s lucky, any deeper and he might have suffered permanent muscle damage. Now for the bad news Sasha.” He gave him a careful nod. “We have to place him under state psychiatric hold—”

  “No. That won’t be necessary. I’ll see to it he’s cared for properly.”

  “Sasha if that were the case—”

  “Look the boys tried to hide his condition out of fear of rejection.” Sasha cut his brother off, “But now that I’ve been made aware of it, Isaiah’s just gonna have to get use to a few new rules in his life or the return of some absent ones.”

  “It’s not that easy, Sasha. The boy has inflicted some serious cuts on himself. I can’t just hand him over to anyone— you’re not even his rightful guardian.”

  “He’s nineteen. He doesn’t need a guardian.”

  “Sasha—”

  “Look if I have to, I’ll get Pyotr down here to sign him off.”

  The doctor scratched his head. He knew Sasha meant well, but that didn’t make Sasha a doctor. And hospital rules weren’t going to let him release the young lad to just anyone. As far as the state was concerned Isaiah had attempted suicide, only option afforded him was he could sign Isaiah over to a doctor’s care or ward under the terms that he was mentally disturbed and unaware of what he was doing kept him from being arrested, since suicide was illegal in the state of New York. Ironic wasn’t it? That if a person was so deep in despair to even try such a heinous act only to find that if you survived to end up arrested instead? As if that was going to make the person feel so much better. But regardless of what he thought of the law, Pavle was bound to it. However their brother Pyotr was a psychologist. Even though his methods were a bit unorthodox by medical standards, from personal experience he trusted Pyotr above all others. “I don’t have time to make the call, but tell Pyotr that if h
e’ll at least agree to oversee Isaiah’s case I will release Isaiah to your custody. That’s the best I can do for you, but next time—”

  “There won’t be a next time.”

  “For yours and his sake I hope so.”

  “Thanks Pavle.” Sasha closed in and hugged his brother, “Can we see him now?”

  The doctor nodded as his shoulders gave a bit of slump to them as if he’d been bowed up ready for a bigger fight, or just simply holding his breath. Sasha hadn’t been sure, he was so focused on how to keep Isaiah out of the state phsyc ward he hadn’t been reading the other man’s body language. Maybe he was just tired and there was some relief that at least one mentally disturbed patient would be turned over to someone who actually gave a shit. Or that he assumed Isaiah was his lover and expected Sasha to go ballistic over his lover being turned over to the ward. Knowing his brother it was a little of both.

  Sasha and Isaac went to the room where Pavle directed them to, finding Isaiah awake if not entirely coherent. Isaac was instantly at his side sitting on the bed touching him as if that was the only way to reassure himself that his twin was still alive and well. Sasha approach at a much slower pace allowing a moment to pass for Isaiah to make eye contact with him.

  Isaiah’s expression was tinted with despair. He recognized Sasha as his brother’s lover and it was obviously he felt left out. Sasha found himself wondering if that were the cause for his mental crash. Pyotr would undoubtedly unearth the cause and he would talk with his brother about what he was seeing in him as well.

  Sasha waved a hand sideways and Isaiah was obediently shifting over without a word from either of them and Sasha slid up on the bed next to Isaiah, taking him by the shoulders and pulled him back to rest against his chest. “It seems neither of you know how to stay out of trouble unless your master is there to keep you from it—” Sasha just started talking out loud, while his hand reached into his pocket and pulled something out. Isaac’s eyes widened with surprise when he saw the collar in Sasha’s hand.

  “I didn’t come prepared to collar two lovers, but since you need to be brought under control in the worst way, Isaiah—” he paused so the wounded twin would gather that he was talking to him, while his hands brought the mahogany red leather collar up around his neck. Isaiah’s hand darted up to catch the collar. He twisted it so he could admire the craftsmanship in it.

  The buffered dark red color of the leather was gorgeous; it actually looked like mahogany wood. In the center was a heavy brass D ring and it was decorated to each side of the ring, on one side the face from a time piece, on the other a brass cog, quite possibly from the same time piece. Isaiah let it go and Sasha finished the collar’s journey and fastened the brass buckle behind his neck. “So—as I was saying I’ll just have to have another made up for Isaac. This also means I will be setting some ground rules, but we’ll go over them later. But your first one—” Sasha hooked Isaiah’s chin with a finger pulling his head about to look at him. “Rule number one is you will never do this again.” His other hand lifted up Isaiah’s arm to make it clear what he referred to. Isaiah nodded and Sasha curled up and kissed him lightly before releasing his chin.

  Isaac was thrilled, tears flooding his eyes and he quickly blanketed over his brother kissing him, one hand stroking over his body and the blanket till it found Sasha then sought out his cock to stroke him as his way of thanking his lover.

  “Isaac stop. Let your brother sleep now.” Sasha’s command was soft now and reflected his own weariness. “Come over here, you could use some sleep too.”

  Isaac again did as he was told; shifting across the bed till his body weight was on Sasha’s body, keeping one arm and part of a leg draped over his brother as well. Sasha relaxed back into the hospital bed, his arms wrapped around Isaac and the twin he never knew existed. Never in his life did he think he would take on two lovers, but now having the twins in his arms, he couldn’t imagine it being any other way. It just felt damn right to have them both. And as he felt their own bodies relax in a way only a true submissive can, the kind of relaxation that comes when the body and mind completely surrender total control, he knew it was right for them too.

  “Guess this means I have to start looking for a bigger apartment.” He whispered aloud, drifting off to sleep.

  ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

  “What about their parents? Where were they in all this?”

  Sasha blinked a moment when Paris’ question pulled him back to the present. “Yeah— well that part didn’t go over so well. They showed up at the hospital and found me in the bed with both of them and flipped. They went as far as to start berating the boys for being sinful and evil. Every ugly thing you could think of, they said it. I could see the damage they were doing tearing the boys apart right there in front of everyone in the hospital. I had no choice, but to hold them and tell them how much I loved them both and that they weren’t evil for being gay. My brother had to order them out; their parents haven’t spoken to them since.”

  “Sasha.” Diesel was suddenly standing over them.

  Sasha pulled himself from the conversation blinking several times as before then looked up at the large muscular man. “Is it over?”

  “Not yet, but it’s time for you to come and join him.”

  Sasha rubbed at his eyes, he felt numb liked he’d fallen asleep a hundred years ago, like the time he had waited in the emergency room that first night after he discovered Isaiah even existed. He pushed off the sofa taking a step to follow Diesel, but stopped, “Patronus, your slave—he’s pretty unnerved by all this. I appreciate all you’ve done for my Isaiah, but I think he needs you too.”

  “Go on then, I’ll take care of Paris. Trenton will instruct you on what to do.”

  Diesel glanced down at Paris, who didn’t for any part looked unnerved or scared and he couldn’t imagine what it was Sasha was thinking. He squatted down in front of Paris. “Sasha thought you were scared, are you okay?” Giving him the benefit of the doubt that perhaps he did need some reassurance.

  Paris’s expression suddenly altered from lusty hunger to a bad rendition of pity. “Would you fuck me if I said I was and only your cock could make me feel better?”

  Diesel let out a slight chuckle, “You’re obviously fine.” And pushed back up towering over the man still seated on the floor.

  “No I’m not.” But Diesel ignored him turning away, “Can’t I at least get a kiss for being good?”

  Diesel turned back to glance at him, “If I did kiss you, it would just feed your conceit that you can keep toping from the bottom.”

  “No. I’m certain that I’m just begging from the bottom to be topped by my Patronus.”

  “Yet I’m certain you’ll get along fine without it.”

  Paris blinked up at him, then rather unexpectedly tossed himself down in a classic Katianna pouting fit. It was so comical that Paris would even dare let lose his own poignancy to attempt such a stunt, had Diesel shaking his head in disbelief and the laughter threatened to take over. He reached up rubbing at his eyes and shook his head some more. “Stop. It’s not going to work.”

  Paris surrendered his act instantly, like blowing out a candle and only looked up at Diesel from the floor, “Works for the little mouse.” He lifted a leg, propping it up on the sofa and rubbed his cock through the jeans he wore, trying to put on a display of eye candy to tease Diesel.

  “Yeah? You think so? Ask her how well it works for her when we go back downstairs.” And turned to head back to the room, but stopped. “In fact to be more specific, ask her when the last time she got any sex.” Then headed off, leaving a trail of laughing behind him.

  Sasha stepped around the corner, Trenton stood at the doorway of the private room waiting for him. He froze just as he spotted his boy through the doorway strung up and hanging in the ropes in a Jacob’s ladder from the ceiling his arms wrapped into bamboo stocks that stretched them out to either side and one leg was hitched and bond up towards his chest, while his other leg ba
rely touched the floor on tiptoes. Even from the doorway Sasha could see the solid red welts on Isaiah’s ass and legs from Trenton’s cane. Even the lines of spilled red wax over his shoulders and back—aside from the heat from the wax, the color would have added more reception to Isaiah’s sensories, minimizing the amount of blood letting needed in the treatment.

  A closer look would soon reveal the rows of clothes line clips on his limbs. He knew when he circled around there would be lots more then what he could see from behind him. He took in a long hard breath, drawing back his lips, some part of him wanted to be angry at Dominus for hurting his boy, but then Trenton had done anything but. But it was still hard for Sasha to stomach putting his dear sweet lover through so much.

  “Did you find out what drove him into the fit this time?” Sasha kept his eyes on his lover.

  “You.”

  “Me?” Sasha snapped around to glare at Trenton, “How did I—”

  “You sent him to go hang out with friends.” Trenton cut him off right away.

  “Yeah, but how did that—” he shook his head it didn’t make sense. Isaiah was doing really good, the night out was suppose to be a reward.

  “You know how you told us the boys never got to play as kids, always controlled by their parents—that when they got in collage they didn’t know how to act?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Same thing here, you sent him off to hang out with friends when he doesn’t know how to just hang out. So he did what they told him to do. When he got drunk, they took advantage of him. Then he got caught in a position that naturally so pissed off his lover. The guilt made him crash.”

  Sasha’s head dropped instantly in shame. “I am such a fool.”

  “Why because you love him and want him to have a normal life?”

  “Because I thought I could fix everything for him.”