by Emma Jaye
Finally, not even a vampire coming hard inside him produced a flicker in his groin or mind. Angry voices rang around him; he didn’t bother trying to understand. Fingers pried his eyes open. He stared blankly up at the frowning face. A hand slapped his cheek; he didn’t react. There was no point. He was no more than a toy.
“Who broke his toes? Come on, that doesn’t happen by accident. And you didn’t even bother to put them straight again.”
“Maybe he fell.”
“Or stubbed it on the bed frame.”
“Both feet?”
“He can’t see well in the dark, can he?”
“I’ll straighten them.”
“I bet you bloody well would. Don’t think I don’t know you did it, Bones. Get out, just get out the lot of you. I leave you with him for a couple of hours, and this is what happens?”
“Oh, come on Silas, don’t get your underwear in a knot; he’ll heal. What else is he here for?”
“My son’s right, this is unacceptable. Leave.” Footsteps sounded on stairs.
“I’ll tell you this one more time, son. He’s not a pet. This is probably due to him being overfull; he’s drunk on it. I suppose we should think ourselves lucky that he’s a quiet drunk rather than a violent or overly emotional one. He probably didn’t even feel his toes being broken. All you need to do is straighten them, let him sleep it off and ration him a little more.”
“Yes, father. But I would have been here supervising if I hadn’t been dealing with–”
“Are you criticising me, boy?”
“No, my Lord, of course not.”
The following silence was blissful.
Strong arms lifted him out of the bed as if he was a baby and sat him in the chair still wrapped in the sweat, semen and blood-soaked sheet. He sat where he was put, staring at nothing. His feet and backside throbbed. The sheet was taken away and a cloth wiped him in places only his human Nanny had seen before he’d come here.
Silas returned to a clean bed, apologised, grasped his foot and tweaked his toes, one by one. The pain caused him to whimper, but he didn’t fight. After Silas had seen to both his feet, a hand tenderly brushed the hair away from his face. The tender gesture broke through and he turned away, tears running down his face as he sobbed. Silas climbed into the bed, and turned Ezra, gathering him with strong arms against his cool, bare chest.
“Sshhh, my dear, it’s over, you did well. Sleep now. Nothing horrible will ever happen while I’m with you.”
CHAPTER 15
Ezra dreamed of the coal boy, arousal surrounding him like sweet-scented smoke. The blond boy smiled, as Ezra sat on his own bed. Kneeling between his knees, the boy kissed and licked his erection. It didn’t seem strange that they were alone in his bedroom, or that they were both naked.
“We shouldn’t, mother says I can’t. She–”
“It’s fine, she knows, enjoy it,” a voice soothed him. The boy bent to him again, taking him in his hot, wet mouth, fondling his balls. Ezra didn’t want to wake up. His hips twitched, thrusting into the youngster’s imaginary mouth, as he got closer to coming.
Half awake, Ezra reached down, his hand touched hair. He went with the vivid dream, fisting the hair and worked the mouth onto himself as he reached for his climax. A second later, his spine tingled, his balls boiled, and he shot his first unforced load with a gasp, straining into the wet heat that surrounded him. Whoever it was between his thighs sucked hard, milking everything from him, until Ezra relaxed and let go.
Opening his eyes, he registered the stone ceiling and his location. Not a dream. Depression sucked away every ounce of the pleasure he’d just experienced. He was still in hell, but a little voice inside asked, ‘Where else should a demon like you be?’
Lifting his head up, he saw Silas, grinning broadly, as he licked his lips from his prone position between Ezra’s legs. Groaning, Ezra tried to turn onto his side, wanting nothing more than to shut out this new horrible reality. The vampire’s strong hands stopped him.
Sensing Silas still stared at him, he asked, “How long was I out?”
“Long enough to heal.”
Ezra assumed he wasn’t going to get another answer. Not only was he being treated like a mushroom physically by being kept in the dark, it appeared information about time would be as scarce as light and heat.
Even though he’d come mere moments before, his dick perked up as Silas was still aroused. Ezra laid his forearm across his forehead, shutting out his tiny world. The weight moved off the bed as Silas got up.
Last night, or last week, Ezra had no idea how much time had passed, he’d begged, genuinely begged for them to stop. It hadn’t helped with Fabian, and it hadn’t stopped the other vampires. All it had done was turn the bastard fucking him on even more, but not as much as when they broke his toes. He flexed his feet. That they only ached didn’t cheer him up.
He couldn’t stop them doing things to him, but he refused to cry and beg again. They kept telling him he was an incubus and sex was his thing, so he would own it. Vampires fed from humans and they assumed they were superior to their food source. The vampires were his food.
“How are you feeling?” Silas asked as if hoping Ezra would dissolve into a puddle of tears and snot again.
Instead, of giving the demon what he wanted, Ezra leaned up on his elbows and gave the vampire who loved to console him, a grin. “Just dandy, how are you?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Seeing as the vampire had just sucked him off, Ezra thought the question odd, but saying either yes or no would damn him. A yes would mean he wanted this; a no could result in Silas leaving and the return of the other vampires. His toes throbbed at the thought.
Ezra didn’t pull away; he just shut his eyes.
Through the mattress, Ezra felt Silas climb up the bed toward him. The vampire’s speed gave plenty of opportunities for Ezra to move, to turn his head away, but he didn’t. The kiss started slow, a soft, teasing brush of lips. Ezra let Silas control it, he didn’t want to admit that he wanted this, but his body had no problem expressing its need. It hummed with desire for the vampire’s passion.
Silas lay on his back and pulled Ezra on top of him. The kiss deepened. Ezra shut off his conscious mind as Silas’s cool hands stroked over his heated body. His shoulders, his back, and finally his buttocks. When Silas squeezed, Ezra groaned and pushed his erection against the vampire’s belly.
Abruptly their positions were reversed. Ezra found his back on the bed, looking up.
The contrast in Silas’ sensual caresses and the other vampires grabbing, clawing hands was extreme. Silas exhaled and then nibbled his ear. Ezra shivered in anticipation as Silas explored every inch of him with his hands and mouth.
Silas’s erection against his bare flesh, made him ache for the energy simmering below the surface. He could feel it, taste it, but he wanted more. It was like sneaking crumbs of cake when the whole thing sat gloating, daring him to take it. When the vampire’s confident hand wrapped around both their dicks, Ezra couldn’t help a moan escaping his lips as extra energy flowed into him, making his entire body buzz with need.
Silas pressed himself against Ezra, their twin erections touching each other. To his surprise, Ezra realised his cock was bigger, both wider and longer, than the vampire’s. I suppose I really am built for the pleasure of others. The urge to touch the source of the energy he craved overwhelmed Ezra, and he reached out a tentative hand to the vampire’s balls. It was the first time he’d voluntarily touched anyone sexually.
Ezra heard and felt the vampire moan as Silas tilted his hips, pushing his nuts into Ezra’s palm. That the powerful being was trusting him this much was a heady experience. Ezra didn’t want to hurt Silas; he wanted to feed from him, to use the vampire as the other demons had used him. He’d never touched another bloke’s balls before, and Silas’s were large and hard as he rolled them gently. A hand pushed down on his shoulder. He tensed.
“You’re going to have to learn
to suck sometime. I can either teach you or my father will. He likes his partner to bleed and beg, I just like mine to come.”
He didn’t have many choices, but Silas was offering him this one. Knowing the offer wouldn’t be available for long, he moved down the vampire’s body. Every few inches, he paused to taste the musky, sandalwood scented skin, which made the vampire’s erection move as if it had a mind of its own.
A thrill went through the young incubus as he realized he had power over this formidable being. Right now, he was the predator and Silas the prey.
When he got down between his legs, the urge to have a taste overwhelmed him. Without hesitation, he licked the tip. Rather than being revolting, as he had been at the thought of his mother’s old men, the small drops of fluid were delicious. He wanted, no, he needed more.
He took the vampire in his mouth, sucking strongly as Silas gasped and thrust his hips up. Ezra hated to admit it, but Fabian, in his warped way, had made a valid point. He needed this, more than physical food, more than water and almost more than breathing. He was disappointed when Silas sat up, grabbed him under the armpits and dragged him up his body, before putting him on his back again.
“I need you inside me.” Silas sounded as desperate as Ezra felt at the thought of fucking someone for the first time.
“I haven’t...”
“I know. Don’t worry you’ll love it,” Silas grinned down at him. He palmed Ezra dick. “Mmm slick already.”
Even though he thought it wasn’t possible, Ezra got harder.
“Think about making more fluid. Only sex demons produce slick in their holes, for the rest of us, we need extra lubrication. If you concentrate, and we go slow at first, you’ll produce enough for both of us.”
Ezra pictured his dick dripping with precum. Spikes of pleasure followed as he felt it beading at the tip then flowing slowly down his shaft.
Silas groaned. “First time, and so good at it already. I bet with a little practice, you’ll blow the mind of everyone you’re with.”
Silas straddled him, grabbed Ezra’ dick and positioning it at his opening.
Ezra let out a groan as, after a brief resistance, Silas slid down onto him. He was tight, cool and beautiful, his face scrunched with pleasure or pain. Ezra had never imagined the first time he had his dick in someone it’d be a male vampire, while he was on his back and chained to a wall. It felt fantastic all the same.
The vampire’s breath hitched as he pressed down, impaling himself fully. Remembering the pain he’d had with Fabian, he asked, “Does it hurt?”
“By Beelzebub’s balls it burns like fuck, you’re huge, best cock I’ve ever had.”
Ever since he’d gotten here, Ezra had been forced to take whatever the vampires dished out, pain, humiliation, and fear, apart from when he’d landed that kick on Morvan.
He sat up, forcing Silas off balance till he slipped off him. landing on his side. The vampire looked up at him with red eyes, whether he was angry as well as aroused, didn’t matter. With a grunt of effort, Ezra flipped Silas over onto his belly, wrenched his legs apart and shoved back inside him.
The vampire struggled half-heartedly, but after two short, hard, stabbing thrusts he pressed back into Ezra with a groan.
“Do you like that you bastard?” Ezra, hilted himself, again and again, making his belly and thighs slap against Silas as he battered at the vampire.
“Harder, I need it harder.”
Ezra rose to the challenge, crashing into his jailor. He reared back and pulled Silas up onto his knees, while shoving his head into the mattress. After a few more brutal thrusts, he reached underneath Silas and pumped his rock-hard cock without mercy.
“Give it to me, feed me, you evil fucking bastard.”
Silas came with a roar, and Ezra followed him into a gasping climax. He made sure the vampire took all his seed, holding his hips hard enough to bruise as he strained against him. When he let him go, Silas collapsed bonelessly forward onto the bed.
“Fuck Ezra, that was the best damn climax I’ve ever had.” The satisfaction in the vampire’s voice at getting his own way, yet again, flipped a switch in the young incubus.
Ezra stood up on the bed and aimed a kick at the pale backside. Every fibre of his body tightened with righteous anger. His first time coming inside someone should’ve been with some sweet and willing, curvy, soft girl, or a cheeky youth like the coal boy, not some skinny arsed, centuries-old bloodsucker. It shouldn’t have been Silas, it shouldn’t have been in this place, and it shouldn’t have even happened at all.
Silas turned over as Ezra, pummelled the vampire with his fists shouting obscenities. His blows didn’t have an ounce of finesse, and he knew Silas was letting him do it, might even be enjoying it. His fury combusted, leaving nothing left.
Silas took the punishment for a minute until he wrapped his arms around him, stopping his movements.
“Calm yourself, my dear, it’s going to be alright.”
In that moment, Ezra realised he’d never win, it would never be alright, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. The bleak chasm of the rest of his life caused rage to turn to tears, and he sagged against the softly lying demon.
The pain inside clawed at his vitals; it far worse than anything Fabian or the other vampires had done. He’d enjoyed taking his frustrations out on Silas; had enjoyed using and hurting him. He was as bad as them.
His very soul felt soiled, and his body had been irreparably altered. He was lost, utterly lost. The Ezra he’d been didn’t exist anymore, and he mourned the ambitious, horribly naive boy.
Violent sobs turned to silent, almost numb tears. He wished Silas would produce his stinking cloth again. Oblivion would be good right now.
The need to have more violent, pounding sex, hovered at the edge of his consciousness as soon as the pool of emotion drained.
“You need to stop thinking, my dear; it’ll rip you apart. Just try to exist, enjoy the pleasure and ignore the rest.”
The vampire patted him on the back, indicating he should let him go, which Ezra did.
“I’ll get you something to drink.”
“What time is it?”
“Time to have something to drink,” came the expected cryptic reply.
Ezra watched as Silas dressed and left the cellar, going up into the world, which no longer belonged to him. The chair was the only real option; the bed was wrecked, and the floor was freezing.
Drawing his feet up, he considered what Silas had said, maybe he should do what he advised, and just try to exist, at least until his libido calmed down. It would be a hell of a lot easier than wallowing in self-pity and beating himself up with ‘what-ifs’.
Minutes passed. Hunger clawed at him, making him shift in the seat. Every second was a second less he had to spend here, although he had no real idea of how long he’d been here already. He’d only been here a short time, and already he didn’t know whether two days, five or more had passed.
The only thing he knew for sure was that he was in Scotland, and it was winter. When it got warmer and then colder again, he’d know he’d been here a year. It didn’t frighten him as much as he’d thought. Just ‘being’ worked. He’d sleep, fuck and get fucked and learn how to please vampires, how to use them for food.
When he got out of here, he’d find his parents, kick their arses for conceiving him, for condemning him to this, then he’d hunt down that bastard Avery and do the same to him. One thing he was sure of, he was never going to be used to put any other poor bastard in this situation.
CHAPTER 16
The door opened, and Ezra pulled himself out of his thoughts. Time to implement his plan for survival. Silas and Stephen, the red-haired, Scottish vampire, manoeuvred a huge folded blue padded mat through the narrow doorway. They placed it on the floor near the centre of the room, but to one side of the eyebolts in the ceiling.
Silas disappeared again, leaving him with the broad bloodsucker. The vampire sniffed, frowning.
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“You’re nae scared.”
Ezra staying on the chair, the blankets wrapped around him. “Should I be? You’re not going to kill me.”
Stephen grinned, obviously liking the answer. “I could hurt you, make you beg.”
Ezra stared blankly at him. “Maybe, maybe not, but I’ll heal. Either way, you’re going to feed me.”
“I’m not your servant.”
“Didn’t mean that.”
A smile spread over the vampire’s face as his hands went to his belt.
Ezra stood up, dropping the blankets. “What d’you want?”
“Suck me.”
Ezra tilted his head to one side as he looked the vampire up and down slowly, confident that his body was appealing.
“Teach me how to get out of a choke hold, and I will.”
The vampire’s smile dropped from his face. “That’s not how this works, toy.”
Ezra flopped back into the chair, he knew he risked another beating, but this was more important than more pain. Unless he set the rules he could now, he’d have no chance.
He held up his hand as the vampire curled his hands into fists and took a step toward him.
“Yes, you can hurt me, make me do what you want eventually, but a blowjob from an incubus beaten half unconscious isn’t in the same league as one provided by a motivated one.”
Ezra was stretching the truth, apart from Silas earlier his experience was zero, but he bet on his natural talents. He’d literally blown Silas’s mind along with his dick. The vampire didn’t attack, so he continued. He had nothing to lose.
“But if you show me how to get out of a basic choke hold, you’ll piss Morvan off, and get my best work.” Ezra shrugged, trying to appear uninterested. “It’s up to you.”
Stephen could probably hear his heart pounding in fear, hell, he could nearly hear it. He almost heaved a sigh of relief as a slow smile spread across the vampire’s face.
