A common desire
It's a disturbing thing, to be pulled so far over the edge, losing all thoughts of morality and decency in the sake of a fix, that indescribable sensation that rides through the veins of those plauged, those caught with the slow, lonely death that is addiction. Enter the protagonist, cursed with the need, pained by the sorrow, and finally caught with no shame, no rights, and no freedom, all in the sake of a drink, free and endless, but only in the order of a good service provided. A service in which the details may have been un-included. Or may have, our main character, a meager and slim human, who is hooked on the demon, was not surprisingly smashed at the time of signing.
"Wake slut, you've got work to do!!" A large and heavy voice along with a dry crack of a whip were instantly stung into the hung-over human's mind, as well with a lingering blurry pain along side, one that only got worse over time. "Huh? What?" Within a dull cloud, the drunkerd human was violently shaken back into reality with a fresh slash of the whip. One which was felt in it's entirety, slowly trailing down as a small blood tract slid down the protagonist side. "You heard me, get the fuck up or your chop-meat for the butcher."
Such horrifying words had never been murmered, and for that simple fact, many things were at current, a first time for our protagonist. A slow, tired whine escaped him as his limp body was dragged down a long corridor. "W-where. . ." A strike interrupted the soft words of the human. Blow after blow struck against the near death human, a river of blood had begun to flow from his mouth, and yet the only pain that had betrayed his mind was the pain of sobreity, the unbearable clutch that wrung his entire being was far worse than the strikes that were sliding off the poor human. "You are only to speak when fucking spoken to! You worthless shit!!"
A quick winding hallway and the shaking frame of the human was at it's destination. Tossed aside through an open doorway, into a small, yet elegant abode, occupied by only a single, well groomed, dressed, and mannered buck, slowly pacing back and fro across the small dimensions of the room.
"Good lord, what poor soul do you toss at my doorstep now?" The inquisiting buck, a young man with a small, yet firm frame. At first glance it would appear this man a match for any, and yet the chain circling his leg limited his seemless prowess to the room itself.
"Your fuck-toy, at your father's request." The rough serviceman snarled at the buck, his fangs brushed out as he roared with fury at the chained man. "The fool, he still believes you to be ailed with this simple curious phase. But one day, he'll get it. He will soon lay birth to his new family and dispose of a worthless man-fag like you!! Your just a disease on the good royal name, and when the Soverign allows me, I'll slit your pathetic throat and watch your black blood spill!!"
The door slammed, leaving both a shaking human and a cradled buck, curled into a weak fetal position, both miserable and depressed, in their own world of torment.
"So, your finally coming to, eh?" A lonely stare was all that was returned to the prodding buck, who was poking the previously inebriated human with a candle douser. "Glad to see a face that seems capable of response for a change."
The protagonist cringed, the first round pains of sobriety hitting him like a sack of nails. "Huuaagahhrrr!!"
"Oh? Sorry, I forgot. They almost always send me addicts. Whats your fix, the devil's work?" A nod left the tossing and turning male as he writhed. The fact he'd experienced the pains this soon indicated some time of incapacitation, maybe two or three days. It seemed right, before he'd been nabbed, he was sipping so bootleg hooch in an alley, trying to forget anything an everything. Needless to say, the royal gaurds that came within a seconds notice caught him off guard, the beating they delivered was even more shocking, although it was only a few moments, for he passed out within seconds, result of a thick blow to the skull from a guard's bludegoen.
The antagonist rushed to a raised pedestle across the room, pulling a skinny white bottle from it's emplacement as he hurried back to the ailing man's side. "Here, drink." The young buck grinned deviously as he held the drink to the protagonist's lip's,
The smell of alcohol swept through the beaten nose of the protagonist, from there his body took the reigns, taking the bottle as he chugged down the liquid, unaware of the potency or effect, only aware that it would dull the sorrow and pains currently afflicting him.
A second later and the bottle was gone, a trace of alcohol slid down his soft white lip as he 'hic'ed and groaned. A comforting warmth slowly flew over him, blanketing his beaten frame as his body began to melt away again, the soft eyes drifting off into a drunken stupor. "T-thank you." The desperate eyes slowly traced into the eyes of the other, the savior. The one that pulled him from the depths of an in-satisfactory reality.
"No, don't. Your going to hate me in seconds." The buck quietly whispered to himself as he clammored to his knees, quickly de-clothing his frame as he propped himself into a position that was all to familiar, his lean masculing figure pressing hard against that of the incapacitated man's ass, while his small, timed hic's only lead to fuel that of the young buck's furious sex drive.
"So? You gonna fuck me or something?" With a grin the man tossed his body weight, allowing him to swing himself onto is hands and knees, his small ass swaying in a certain anticipation. The words spraying from the tossing man's mouth rang most queerly and strange in the forceful buck's mind. "I-I'm the fag, though?."
A small thing, seeming as a glitch in time passed as a single golden moment ran through both the buck and the torn human's mind. Neither freedom for the buck nor satisfaction for the human were a thing of thought within their mind's, as they both ln unison had the feel of something they longed for dearly, the human giving a soft stare back at the quiet buck, his ass swagging stopped for what seemed like an eternity.
"Are? Are you gay? They said you were a dirty, sword fighting sailor?" The buck waited for a response as he gazed deeply into the eyes of his other. "Uhh, well, booze is hard to come by. And. . . . sailors usually like "services" on the seas, plus, I guess I . . . . . kinda like it."
The two sat, simply staring into the other's empty gaze. A quick look away, and the buck tore through the soft pace of reality which had a glimmering hope for the human, instead a sharp, horrid pain rang from the back of the protagonist's mind, a pain which caused him to cry out in an uncomfortable familiarity. Even worse, the dull of the booze was slowly fading as the male's mind was ripped back into reality by the vicious thrust's of the buck.
"I'm sorry! They only release me when they find a new man, just be quiet!" The buck muffled the struggling protagonist with a rag. Used in a previously similar manner as the gangrey cloth was pushed down against the man's mouth, holding his tongue and any hopes of a simple plea in the depths of his own mouth, the earnst buck already lining his taut thickness against the squirming male's hole.
"Ngghhmmmphh!!!" The protagonist tossed and wrestled with all that he had, but his weak, withdrawing frame was no match for the well fed, horny buck, as he slid himself forcefully within the already trampled body of the human, his previous candor and fight quickly fleeting as his tight hole was forcefully entered by the buck's throbbing dick.
A light sobbing came as his small hole was pounded senseless. The buck shrugged it away as whining as he roughly fucked the tired man into a stupor. Each thrust was filling the beast with a primal lust, while draining the fuel from the protagonist's fight, instead filling him with a soft sensuality .
The vicious fucking went on and on as the buck pounded the sore human's recieving hole, his furry body meshing onto the frail, weak frame, they're faces brushing on as they looked with emptyness at one another. "Y-yeah, just lemme cum, then I'll give you a drink, just a little more!!" The buck began to pound as furiously as he physically could, until one final thrust when he pushed himself as far in as he could into the tight male hole, his throbbing buck cock burying in the man's ass deeply as it could.
"Yeah! Cumming!" The buck's entire frame continued into a solid thrust motion as his head jerked back, his hand's roughly gripped onto the weak protagonist's frame as he pulled back, his smooth cock erupting within the man's ass as he came in a frenzied delight.
The flow was intense within the man as he felt as large push within his belly, the feeling of another man's seed flooding into his belly was as intense as any other time, leaving a full, panting human on the ground, his rear left high in the air as it dripped, the buck's fresh spunk lightly escaping the man's used hole as the buck pulled his tired stick from the human's hole.
Awaking to a small clamor, the man's eyes begain to peak open from a soft and warm sleep, unlike any he'd felt before. As he attempted to reposition hiself, he felt a sharp pain from his ass. A pain which confirmed the fresh memories in his head had in fact happened. Deciding to not test his luck, the protagonist stayed on the warm bed, deciding his consciousness was something best kept to himself for the time he that he could.