Renegade's Revenge - Dark Love 2

CHAPTER 7

It was late, almost dawn when Zak left them. They had blended well, and the promise of continued progressed warmed his heart. William had been the love that he knew he was, giving and taking freely, never once holding back. And when he had made love to him, oh the finality of their connections had left them both clinging to each other in tears afterwards. And Robyn, she had fit in so well, willing to join them in each joining, giving so much and asking for nothing in return but to be welcomed. It would only be a matter of time before he would offer her the same bond as he shared with William, and then his life would have completeness. Even if, he were unable to win the acceptance of his Kin, he would still have, love.

'I wonder if I will hear the call again tonight' . The thought nagged at him. If it came, would he be able to respond this time. Did he dare, or even more to the point, did he dare not. He knew that they might not welcome him, but he had to know. If there was even a chance to be reunited with those of his own kind. Perhaps even with those of his, own, Line. He swore to himself that if the call came tonight, he would be ready for it, and he would try to answer it.

His wait wasn't long. He had no sooner reached a quiet state of slumber, mind seeking outward as his body rested, than again, the sweet pull, the call that tugged at him so. * Welcome , * it called. * Join us, one and all. Be with us, safety, a Covenstead, for Kin. * He his breath, hoping for the promise that he had heard the day before.. * Safe haven for all, Line and orphan, young blood and old . * Over and over the call came. Beckoning and promising, a single shining hope where for so long there had been none.

* Help me ! * His soul cried out with his thoughts as they sang out into the darkness. * Hear me, please . * Oh, please someone answer me. He prayed.

* Who ? * Another, mind, one that responded. * Who are you name your Sire . *

* Gabriel, my name is Gabriel. My Sire was Thorne, his before him was Azrael, and before him Osiris. Please, can you help me ? * His whole body waited, aching for an answer, for an end to the alienation that had been his for so long.

* Gabriel! Is it truly you * a flood of emotion, pain and joy. * Childe, it's Megel, do you remember me? You're Sire is my brother . *

* Megel , * y es, he knew this one. The image of the Elder vampire rose in his mind. This was his Line, his family, and one that he had a right to beg help from.

And then, suddenly, there was another voice in his mind. * Yes Childe, Megel is here with you . *

* Who ? *

* Relax little one, you are safe. You know my name, spoke it just moments ago. I am, your Grand-Sire, I am Azrael . * Love and pain flowed back towards Zak . * Childe long have I wished to, have known about you. Only just have I been told of your existence. Forgive us for not hunting you out sooner. Megel looked for you, but could not find you. We thought you dead . *

* Grand-Sire, Uncle * the unbearable, pain the unbelievable joy, in his mind. They found him, wanted him. The loneliness would end. * Thorne, he made me hide. Promised to return as soon as the danger was over. Then, I knew he was dead, I felt him die. For so long I didn't know myself, I, hid in fear, I am Rogue . * The cry of pain and despair was brutal, the fear and loneliness pouring from him with his thoughts.

* No. * Both voices in his mind, * we know where you are now, Childe, sleep safe. You're seclusion is over. At sunset tomorrow, I will come for you. You are my Childe's First-Born. My lair, my protection and my love are yours. Never again will you be forced to live alone. Sleep for now, my precious Grand-Childe. When you wake on the morrow, I will be with you . * A gentle power flowed over him, calming him. Forcing a relaxed state to over take him, leading him down safely into his dreams. * Sleep for now, no more pain . * And his mind turned inward towards slumber, even as the call broke away.

Azrael held Michael as he cried. "Ssshh love, you heard him. Thorne sent him into hiding, and afterwards. Shock can mask so much. We will have him again. We will do all we can to help him to overcome the pain he has suffered. There is no blame here. You did nothing wrong."

"I failed him, I failed Thorne. I promised Thorne if anything ever happened to him, I would care for Gabriel. But I failed. The pain, oh Gods the pain the Childe feels. How will he ever forgive me, how can he not hate me for leaving him alone to suffer." His greatest fear was realized, the one that used to keep him up during the day. He had never found the boys body, not a trace. He had assumed him dead, and now. "Azrael, Sire. If the boy will forgive me, allow me to fulfill my sworn duty, will you allow me to make him mine? Or do you plan too?"

Azrael thought about this. It would be the easiest way of healing the boy, but this was not some Fledgling. This was a Vampyr grown to adulthood, there was no way they could force this on him, unless he wished it. "Wait love. Let us speak to our lost Kin first. See what he needs, and then, if a new Sire will ease his agony, then yes. You made an oath to your brother, I will allow you to fulfill it." He stroked his hair as he cried. "Rest now precious. Tomorrow night will be here soon enough. We will have him again, and the past will be put to rights." And as he had done with Gabriel, he did to Megel, pressing gently, easing the pain. Inducing sleep. So he lay there in the dark, holding his, most, precious of all children safe in his arms, as in the silence of his chamber, his tears of joy and of sorrow found release.

* * *

Casey looked at Torin as he undressed. Selene had been with him for most of the evening, promising him safety, that no one would ever hurt him like that again. But here it was all over again. What would this one want him to do? How much would it hurt him? "Wh--What are you going to do?"

Torin crawled into bed beside him. "Don't be afraid Casey, I'm not going to hurt you. You're Lady might not be much in the way of the Kin, but I promise you. If she thought I hurt you, she's more than capable of making me pay. You've got to believe that. It's the only way you're going to survive here." He reached out, making shushing noises as he pulled the younger boy close. "Wait, let me show you. I promise. If I hurt you or frighten you in anyway, all you have to do is tell me. I will stop."

"Please, don't do this to me again." There was such resignation in his voice; such a tone of hopelessness to his plea, that Torin knew Derrik hadn't been the first to take this boy.

"Listen to me." A little firmness was just what was needed. If he could get him to accept that there was nothing he could do that one way or the other, he might as well come to terms with it, then maybe he could walk him through it. "Casey, it's time you listened." The boy made to say something. "No, I said listen." Gray eyes locked with brown. "Derrik wasn't the first man to hurt you was he?" A shudder was the only indication that Torin's words had hit close to home. "Casey, talk to me. Am I right? Someone else hurt you too didn't they?"

"Yes." Torin had to strain to hear the boy's words. "My Step-father liked it that way."

Okay now he was making some ground. "How long has he been sodomizing you?" He stroked his hair, pulling his head to rest on his shoulder. "Come on Casey, talk to me. How can I help you if you won't be honest."

"The last five years or so, since I was twelve."

Torin swore softly to himself. Poor kid, no wonder he was scared out of his mind. He was willing to bet that the pervert had never explained anything to Casey, had done nothing to teach the boy that there could be anything more to it than just humiliation and self-recrimination. "Did you like what he did at all?"

A shudder of self-disgust past through Casey why did, this, guy want to know all of this? Why didn't he just fuck him and let him get some sleep. Was there nothing that they would leave him in the way of dignity? "Yes." There, he had said it. He was like them, sick and twisted.

Telepathy wasn't one of Torin's strong suits, but he was very empathic. And the shame that Casey felt over his admission radiated from him. "It bothers you, that it felt good doesn't it?" The head on his shoulder turned inward, trying to hide from his gaze, as he nodded. "Why?"

"He made me gay." There was more confusion in his voice than pain, and for that Torin was grateful. Confusion could be dealt with. "Made me like it too much, and then made fun of me because I did."

Torin turned so he could lay the boy beneath him. "I won't make fun of you. None of us will." He brushed his lips against Casey's. "There is nothing to be ashamed of, you shouldn't feel bad because you like it. Trust me. I was born as straight as an arrow, but thanks to my Master, I have learned that as long as there is love, or at least honest caring, in the actions, that nothing two people did to bring pleasure to the other was bad. Love is so hard to come by these days, so many people live all their life looking for it and never finding it. You step-dad was wrong. Not because he liked boys or that he liked sex with guys. He was wrong because he took you too soon, and then didn't even let you accept who you were." Again a soft kiss, only this time he didn't pull away at once, but rather continued the kiss for a few seconds longer, just enough to begin to draw a response.

Casey's world was so out of focus, things were so confusing, that the simple kindness of Torin's kiss warmed his heart. "You're not going to hurt me like he did, I mean the other vampire?" He swallowed back a lump, continuing before Torin had a chance to respond. "I mean if all you want to do is fuck me, I'm okay with that. Just don't hurt me again. I was good, I did like he said."

"Casey" again the kiss teeth nibbling gently on his, lower, lip. Before closing on his mouth, tongue seeking entry. "No one is ever going to hurt you like that again. I promise. I will show you all you need to know to make life easier on you. You would rather smile, wouldn't you? If your life here could be one that was pleasant, would that make you happy?"

This time when Torin kissed him, he reached up with one hand to hold his head to him as the other wrapped around his waist. This felt nice. He wasn't laughing at him, or calling him names. And after all the abuse he had suffered, this was a pleasant change. "Is this what you want?" Casey was so timid so hopeful.

Torin grinned down at him. "Yeah, this is nice. We can be friends if you'd like. My name is Torin, but everyone calls me Tori. Azrael gave me that name. It made it easier for me, to separate myself from my past life. Maybe you should ask Selene if she would give you one as well." Another, kiss this one less timid, responding to Casey's acceptance to the first four. "And Casey," he pulled up so he could focus on the boys face. "You're step-father didn't make you gay. Just because you liked what he did, doesn't mean you're solely homosexual. I bet when Selene takes you to bed with her that you're going to be thrilled to find out that you work just fine with girls. Humans are by nature, Bi-sexual. As I said, I grew up straight as a ruler, never once thought about guys, ever. Then I met my Master, and well, there is not a happier man alive right now."

"What are you going to do?" The fear was still there, but it didn't overwhelm Torin like it had earlier. He was getting through to the boy.

Torin adjusted himself so that he lay on his side looking down at Casey. "Will you answer a question for me?" He made a shushing noise as his right hand moved over Casey's chest. "Tell me what you are used to. Not with Derrik, that, doesn't, count, but what did your step-dad usually do?"

Casey closed his eyes. "Please, I don't want to talk about it."

Torin shushed him. "Casey, I want to be your friend. I don't want to have to hurt you, or have you punished. But you have got to answer my questions for now. You don't have to get graphic or anything, just tell me what he did, what part of it did you like, what part didn't you like. Start at the, beginning tell me how it started. Tell me when it began to be enjoyable, everything. Let me help you." He brushed the tears away. "Here, hold my hand. I'll be with you each step of the way."

Casey closed his eyes. "My dad died when I was about eight. Mom re-married just before my tenth birthday, she couldn't cope without a man. At first Tom was really cool, he'd take me to foot ball games, fishing, he called it man time." He stopped fighting back the break down he knew was coming. "I loved him. He was so good to me, and I had missed my father so much."

"Take it easy Casey. Take your time, we have all day." The fact that, Casey's stepfather, had, molested him was not near as appalling to Torin as his abuse of his trust.

"Thank you." He looked up at Torin. "Can I have something to drink?"

Torin reached for the pitcher that Selene had left on the nightstand, and filled the glass. "Sit up for a second." He helped him to drink the water; his hands were shaking so badly that he couldn't have held the glass without Torin's help. "Now, go on. Tell me about it."

"Everything was cool, till my mom started to work nights." Another, sip, "I guess I was almost thirteen when he first did it. Mom had been working nights for about two months by then, and Tom was feeling lonely. So he came into my room, to talk, he said. Told me how he felt, and how much a man needs certain things." The self-loathing he felt was almost as painful to Torin as it was to him. "I was a kid, I thought he was treating me like his friend, his buddy. I felt so big because he had confided in me. I was stupid. I should have figured it out. But no, I listened, and agreed with him, that mom shouldn't be neglecting him like that." He lost control for a minute, fighting not to cry. Torin pulled him close, trying to offer some comfort. "He stood up, and." His shoulder shook as he buried his face in his hands. "He pulled his cock out, and asked me if I would blow him. Said he needed something, or he was gonna leave us."

"Did you?"

"Not at first, I got scared. I didn't know anything, so I tried to talk him out of it. I was just a kid. But all he did was slap me, and tell me that he'd helped to keep a house over my head, and food on the table. Been good to mom, me and my sister, and unless I wanted to see everything I had yanked away, I'd best learn to take up my mothers slack." There was such pain, so much betrayal in his words. "Tom had never hit me before, never needed to. I was a good kid. But he did then, slapped me around a few times, and threatened to take his belt and beat me if I didn't do what I was told. Made me take my clothes off, and then--I hadn't never done nothing, how was I supposed to know what to do. But he made me get on my knees in front of him, and blow him. I had never been so afraid and sick in my life. Thing's like that weren't supposed to happen to good kids."

Torin held him, rocking slowly as he cried. Thanking, the Gods that his first experience with this had come when he was grown up, and was introduced to him by people, who cared, who had wanted only to share joy, not to use him. "It's over Casey. Your stepfather will never touch you again."

"Afterwards, he--he made me lay back and he did me. Telling me that it was okay, just a little fun between the guys. But if I told on him, he was going to deny it, and I would be sent away. That there were places for boys like me, who weren't good, who didn't know when to keep their mouths shut and be happy for what they had. I was just some kid and he was an adult. They would never believe me." He looked up at Torin. "You believe me don't you?"

"Of course I do. Hey, I'm your friend, I'll believe anything you tell me, unless it's proven to be a lie."

"Well, it went on like this for almost a year. Got to the point that it really didn't bother me anymore. Hell, I Kind of got to, liking, it. I mean shit, it was just a blowjob, and he always did me too. But Mom's job kept taking more and more of her time, and Tom and I spent almost all ours alone. I guess he got tired of just blowjobs, cause one night he told me as we were laying in bed, that I was old enough to really have sex, and he was going to teach me how." He had to stop for a minute. Memories were so painful to him. "He said he was going to teach me how a man did it with another man. And I should be grateful that he thought me man enough to do it."

"You weren't a man Casey, you were a boy. He should have never touched you." Torin was beginning to worry. If Casey's stepfather had broke him so much, he might never go into anything without Selene making him.

"He made me bend over the bed. Told me that men liked it differently with each other, than with women. You don't hit girls, he said. They didn't need it to get going nature had made then so that they were always ready. But guys needed a little pushing. So he went and got a couple of ties and a rag, tied my arms behind by back and gagged me so I couldn't wake my kid sister if I screamed. Then he." He broke again, seeking the comfort that Torin offered. "He beat me. I mean really beat me. It hurt; it was the first time I had ever been beat. My folks never believed in spankings so this was it, the first time anyone had ever taken a belt to me. I cried, I screamed, I tried to beg him to stop, but he kept it up. Then he--he, said he needed to get some Vaseline. Said that he couldn't do it right without it."

"You don't have to tell me anymore about it, he raped you didn't he?"

"Yes, three times that night. It hurt so, bad, that I passed out. He called me a pussy, said I wasn't a man if I couldn't take it. Said he was going to make a man out of me. He wasn't going to have no girlie boy for a son, and I had best learn to be a man."

Torin wondered to himself as Casey cried, if Azrael would allow him to make a visit to see this jackass. See how much of a man he really was.

"Afterwards he told me not to tell anyone what I had done with him. That if I did he really would send me away, and he would turn to my sister Emily, she was ten. Said girls mature faster than boys do and she was almost old enough to have her period. So he wouldn't, be, without. So I kept my mouth shut, and let him fuck me every night. Would come in as I was going to bed, and we'd blow each other, then he'd tie me up, beat me and fuck me. Got to the point that I liked it."

"So what made you run away?" After five years of being used like this, what could the man have done to push him over?

"I--I started looking a guys. I couldn't help it. I mean I like girls and all, really man, but guys turned me on too. Tom found a gay magazine that I had, and hit the roof. He wasn't having, no, faggot in his house. He was a man, and I had better be too. He began to really fuck me up, like the other one did. And he would stand there sneering at me asking me if I liked it, telling me I did," another, loss, of composure. "So I ran away. Emily is almost fifteen now, and she's a bright girl. He won't get away with the shit he did to me. She's not just some kid who doesn't know any better."

"I think we made a mistake on you. You never belonged downstairs. I'll let Azrael know about this tomorrow, we'll make sure Selene gives you all the help you need." He pushed, him, backwards laying him down. "But for now, it's late, you're scared, and I need to prove something to you. Will you let me? I don't want a fight, so will you let me do this?"

Casey shrugged. "Don't guess it matters does it." But his eyes told a different story. "Want me to roll over, or should I blow you first?"

Torin grinned down at him. "Well actually, I was going to let you do the honors. But for now, I just want you to lay here and let me love you. Could you do that? Let me show you that it doesn't have to hurt. That when two men love each other, it's beautiful?"

Casey looked up at him, wanting to believe so much. "It won't hurt?" Did he dare hope, could Torin really be telling the truth?

"Tell you what, you can do to me anything I do to you. So if I hurt you, you can hurt me too, all right?"

Casey nodded. Torin had been so nice to him so far. Hadn't done anything like what his step-dad or the other vampire had done. What the hell, if he was going to have to do this anyway, might as well enjoy it? And he knew he would. Torin was so like the guys at school that he had thought were so good looking.

"Tell me if I go too fast for you. If you have a question, ask it. I promised your lady that I would take care of you, and so I will." All Torin had to do was get him to relax. He felt confident that if he could ever get the boy to let down his guard, that the two of them would hit it off. Between Azrael, Michael, David, Joey, Jason and Mark, he knew what to do.

Casey sighed as Torin kissed him. It was so light as to almost be teasing. Nothing aggressive, nothing harsh, just light, soft, kisses that made him want to wrap his arms around him and hide. And as Torin's mouth moved over his neck, licking and biting playfully. He realized that, yes he did want this, and no Torin would; not, hurt him. There was no way that anyone who would go to the trouble his new friend had gone to, to put him at ease, would throw it all away just to fuck him over.

"Want to know a secret?" Torin whispered softly in his ear. "You're the last person I'm making love to as a mortal. Tomorrow night, my Master is making me his Fledgling." He lifted up to smile down at him. "So after tonight, it you still want to spend time with me you can, and you don't have to worry about me biting your neck. It would make me sick. Fledglings during their first year can't drink from anyone but their Sire. Just thought you'd like to know that."

Casey looked up at him with wide eyes. It was his last night as a human, and he was willing to spend it with him. He didn't understand why Torin would do that. "Why?"

"Why what? Why did I think you needed to know that? So you knew that there was at least one of the vampires in the house that you didn't have to worry about."

"No, why are you here. If this is your last night, why aren't you with the others, your friends?"

"Because, they are my friends. They understand what living here means and me. You didn't, you needed me. Besides, after we're finished and I chain you for the night, I'm going to take the car and go spend the rest of the day enjoying the sun one last time." His mouth closed on Casey's. "You taste so good." The soft whisper between kisses. "I bet your lady ends up adoring you."

Casey felt himself harden as Torin's mouth began to move over his chest. Why couldn't it have been Torin that he was given to? Selene seemed to be nice enough for a vampire, but if they had given him a choice, he'd have chosen Torin. 'Oh well, maybe she'll let me spend time with him'. His sighs and moans sounded out softly through the room. This was so nice, so warm. His stepfather had never made him feel like this.

Torin moved to lay over him. "How are we doing up here?" Again his wonderful kisses.

"Great." He blushed. "I didn't know it was like this."

"No, I guess if all you ever got were blowjobs and beatings before he fucked you, you wouldn't would you. See that's the difference between what he did and what we are doing. He used you, fucked you so he felt better. Me I'm sharing this with you, we're making love." He slowly ground his hips against Casey's. Feeling the boy under him respond. Maybe he had been worried about nothing. If all it, took, was a gentle hand to make him respond then Casey would do just fine here. He couldn't imagine anyone in the household, other than maybe Derrik who would hurt him. And Derrik wasn't a problem any more.

Casey had known when he ran away, that there had to be a better way of living, than what he had lived through for the past five years. But nothing had prepared him for his life now. But as he felt Torin's mouth and hands explore his body, and he thought over how he had been treated here tonight. He decided that being owned by one of them, when it was personal wasn't so bad.

Torin felt bad for the kid as he began to make love to him in earnest. His old man had really fucked him up. The one thing the kid didn't know, and Torin swore that he'd never learn it from him. Was that he had been, up to just a few hours ago, HIV positive. Not full blow Aids yet, but heading that way. To be seventeen, have almost half your childhood stolen from you, and dying. No, the kid deserved any kindness that the Kin in this house offered.

"No." Casey sighed as Torin began to blow him. "Torin, wait."

His head lifted. "What is it Casey? I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No." He blushed. "I--I just thought that if you wanted, you could turn around." He looked anywhere but in Torin's eyes. "That is, if you want to."

Torin grinned. "Want to, kid, I live for times like this. You want to share it with me, far be if from me to turn you down." He moved, twisting around so that they lay head to groin beside each other. "You don't have to do anything Casey, I'm not asking. I know how scared you are. But if you want to join in, I would love it."

Casey refused to break down into tears again as Torin's mouth found him. It felt wonderful, with none of the old guilty feeling he used to have when Tom had done it. This wasn't his mother's husband. And he wasn't making him do anything he didn't want to do. Torin was his friend now, said so himself. Maybe, with as much as people around here played around, they'd let him continue to be his friend. He'd never had a boyfriend before.

Torin moaned softly as Casey's mouth began to tease him. No the boy wasn't shy. Selene would find comfort in this one. Both too shy to be any danger to the other. He would love to get Casey between Joey and him. The things the two of them could show this kid. The very thought added hardness to his manhood as the mouth on it brought such pleasure.

Casey trembled with feelings almost foreign to him. Never once had Torin's touch turned hard, the mouth that held him was wonderful. Pleasure that had once been so shameful was now wonderful. And as he let the feelings overwhelm him, driving him to a blissful ending, even as he received his partners' release, swallowing it with joy, he knew this was what he wanted.

They met each other half way, arms reaching to pull the other close, even as mouths met. Happiness that had, for so long, eluded Casey now dared tease him with its promise. "Now." He held Torin, pulling him back as he lay against the bed, holding him to him. "Please, now."

Torin laughed looking down at him. "That's usually my line. You sure you want this Casey? If you want, I'd be just as happy on the receiving end. Have you ever made love to anyone?"

Tear bright eyes looked at him shyly, as Casey shook his head no. "You want me to do you?"

"No, baby." Torin cupped his face in his hands, kissing first one cheek then the other before capturing his mouth. "I don't want you to do me, I want you to love me. Can you do that?" Again, hands that brought no pain, only pleasure began to touch him, his arms, his, chest pinching nipples gently, before moving to caress him again. "Make love to me Casey." Torin's voice was the softest of whisper.

Casey dared a brief moment of aggression as he twisted, pinning Torin beneath him. He wanted this. Wanted him to make love to him. Make love, what a concept. After all he had been through, could he? Could he make love to anyone? Did he even know how? "Help me." His voice was tight as for the first time in his life; he was the one in the lead.

"Ssshh, hang on baby. Torin lifted up, reaching for the nightstand, and the jar he had left there. "I will, don't cry, please. I hate to see you cry, there's no need."

Casey moaned as Torin's fingers found him again, stroking softly as he spread the cream over his erection. "I--I don't know what to do. What if I hurt you?" There was pain and fear in his voice. Pain at his ignorance, and fear at what he might do in it.

Torin laughed hugging him. "Hurt me, kid that is the last thing I'm worried about. You haven't got a mean bone in your body. A hard one yeah" Torin squeezed him tight, "but a mean one never. Don't, worry, about it, just enjoy. Now, give me your hand." He dipped two of Casey's fingers into the jar. "Do you know what to do?" The boy nodded. Yes, he knew what to do with this he had had it done to him. "Make love to me Casey, you have no idea how much I want you too." Torin turned, resting on his knees, opening himself to his bedmate.

Casey's fingers were trembling so badly that he had trouble finding Torin's rectal opening. But as he slipped one, then two fingers in, he felt a little calmer. Torin wasn't protesting, if anything, the moan that echoed through the room, as he thrust shyly, was encouraging. He hadn't had to hurt him to do this. Never once had either of them been forced to cause the other pain. Hope flared in his heart.

'Oh God' ! Casey's mind went blank with the first feelings of entry. It was so tight, so hot; nothing could compare to this. And as Torin lifted up, pressing his back against Casey's chest, the feeling of tightness increased. And for a moment he felt for sure that he was going to die.

All restraint was gone, as fear and concern became a thing of the past. The wonderful feelings that rose as he moved thrusting, feeding his passions into the man in his arms, rose to take him.

Torin's cries sounded out through the room, drowning Casey's in their honest tribute to the pleasure he felt. "Harder." He moaned, turning his head, reaching for Casey's lips. "Harder, baby. Don't be afraid, you won't hurt me." The kiss was almost brutal in its openness. "Give me your hand."

It made sense to Casey as he began to stroke Torin in rhythm with his thrust. He should have thought of doing this himself, but Tom never did. But then Tom liked to hurt him. But there would be no more pain, ever, again would he have to suffer for his pleasure. And as Torin pressed down, rocking against him with each movement he learned, that force and pain need not go hand in hand.

This time when he came, he almost passed out. He, was, light headed and giddy. Too much, too soon, he figured as he felt the wetness of Torin's cum run down his fingers, and heard the climatic cries from him. Maybe later, he would do this again, but for now.

Torin turned, catching him as he fell back, pulling free. "Casey?" His power reached, sought to make certain that there was no wrong here. "Poor baby." He chuckled. "It's okay, you're weak that's all."

"Yeah," he smiled up at Torin. "I feel it."

"So, did I prove my point? If not, we'll have to wait until you're better to try again. I don't think you have enough energy to pull this off again tonight." He gathered his friend close. "Rest for a minute Casey, let me go get a cloth to clean you up." He bent and kissed him gently before pulling away.

Casey watched him move across the room, to the small bathroom in the corner. He was so tired now. Who would have thought that sex would have taken so much out of him? He felt bad, he didn't like to think that he was going to be one of those guys that once he was done, rolled over and went right to sleep.

Torin washed him gently, amused that as wore out as the boy was, parts of his body seemed to have a mind of their own. "Behave." He bent and kissed the tip of Casey's erection. "You're master is all tuckered out little man, you will just have to wait." But he didn't pull back as Casey's hips seemed to call him downward. "Cay?" He looked up into the sleepy smiling face of his new friend. "Are you going to be able to rest like this? Or should I deflate this little monster?"

"I can't Torin, I'm," he shrugged with an apologetic expression on his face. "I can't even move."

"Then don't. Lay back Casey, I'll take care of you." He leaned up and kissed him. "Unless, of course, you don't want me to." There was a mischievous glint in his dark gray eyes. "You want him to just stand there all alone, with no one to play with?"

"I can't believe I'm hard. I guess it really does have a mind of it's own." He blushed. "I'd like it, if you want to. You've been real nice to me Torin, thank you."

"Look lover, call me Tori like everyone else does. The only one who calls me Torin is my Master, and only if he's making a point, or fussing at me about something. As for being nice, when you live like I do now, it's not hard." One, more, soft kiss, and he turned his attention to the problem at hand.

Casey had been a little worried that he'd fall asleep before Torin finished, but that fear fled as soon as Torin took him into his mouth. It didn't matter how tired he was. There was no way he could fall asleep with his body as tight as the pull of his bedmate mouth made him. So he lay there, moaning softly, allowing the pleasure to take him once more.

This time, when Torin finished, Casey's maleness stayed down. "Better now?"

"I've died, and gone to the pervert's heaven." The boy sighed reaching for him.

"No! Don't even say that! Even, in jest." Torin's words were hard. "You have no idea how close you came. Death won't come for you again, for a long time. Believe that." He pulled him close, allowing him to rest his head on his chest. "Sleep now pretty boy. You're Lady will come for you soon enough."

"You gonna leave me?"

"Not until you're asleep." He reached for the manacle that hung on the headboard. "Let me fasten this before you doze off." He took his left wrist and chained it to the bed. "It won't be long before you don't have to wear this. Just till Selene is sure you're all right with being here." He kissed him. "Now go to sleep, baby. We'll talk tomorrow."

"Thank you." He didn't argue, he knew Torin wanted out of here. Wanted to enjoy his last day in the sun. "For being my friend."

"Sleep, baby." His head rested against Casey's, offering the security that the boy had lived so long without. Promising himself that he would make sure that this one never had reason to feel fear again.