“P-please n-no!” he cried, shaking helplessly. The hands wordlessly continued their exploration, moving from his chest to slide around behind him. To his horror, he felt those hands beginning to stroke along his soft feathered wings, safely along the edges at first but slowly growing closer to the erogenous zones of his wing bases.
His breathing grew quicker, faster.
A warm naked body pressed to his, and he felt lips brushing the bend of his neck as those hands continued their torment. Eko shivered, and then dimly he realized that ‘Angel’ had no breasts. He felt a light stubble against his flesh. Angel was a man!
Just as that realization hit him, the other began to speak. “I was his favorite before you came.” He said softly, “One day, and you have taken up all of his attention, all of his time.” He sounded young, and bitter, oh so incredibly bitter. “You don’t even understand what he is, how wonderful he is.” Angel continued, sounding love sick and wounded.
“Y-you c-can keep him.” Eko whimpered out, and the moment the words left his mouth he felt his heart clench tight in protest. No, he couldn’t feel love for his brutal master, no! But Eko had always been a tender sort, and he yearned for the touch of Daman’s hands more then he’d care to admit in such a short period of time. Lust, it couldn’t be love, no never!
“Oh, I will. He’ll tire of you, and he’ll be back to me in no time. You’re pretty, but you look too delicate to hurt. Who do you think he came to when you couldn’t satisfy him last night?” There was a smirking pride in the other boy’s voice, and Eko cringed internally. He hadn’t considered that he didn’t satisfy his Master, he had only thought of himself and his predicament. Now, said on Angel’s lips he found himself humiliated beyond words that he hadn’t been good enough to keep his Master with him the entire night.
Tears stung his eyes, caught by the blindfold for the most part though the tell tale wetness leaked from beneath the covering on his eyes and Angel laughed bitterly. “He’s mine.” He hissed softly, and then drew back from Eko’s helpless body. A few footsteps sounded as Eko strained to figure out what would come next, and the next thing he knew, he had hands on his ass again, but these weren’t nearly as gentle as Daman’s.
“Wh-what are y-you d-doing?” Eko stammered, trying to squirm out of the grip but it was no use trussed up as he was.
Angel didn’t answer, not in words at any rate, next thing he knew there were fingers slick with something cool at the tight virginal opening. Eko struggled harder.
Angel forced one finger into the tightness and then laughed at the cry of pain that brought with it. “No wonder you couldn’t satisfy him, you’re a virgin.” He whispered, forcing that finger further and further into the tight warmth of Eko’s ass as he tried hard to tighten and clench down, to keep him out, to keep him away. Unfortunately that only made all of this hurt even more and soon Eko was crying in earnest.
“P-please n-no! P-please! H-he p-promised n-no rape!” Angel paused at those words, and Eko thought that he’d stop, that it was over.
“He promised what?” Came the soft words.
“N-no rape.” Eko repeated, his ass burning fire and pain. This could not be a pleasant thing, making love or having sex. He would never willingly allow Daman to do this to him, not ever.
“He didn’t promise that.” Angel spoke harshly.
“Y-yes he d-did!” Eko wailed, brutal sobs tearing through his chest. There was a moment of silence and then the invading finger slid free.
Silence greeted Eko. Silence while Angel did the gods only knew what, and then there came one traitorous sound, a whimper. Eko strained so he could hear what was happening, he couldn’t believe that the angry young man would cry.
A sniffle came next, and then a moment later Eko’s flagging cock was taken in hand and gently stroked. Confusion raged inside of him, why was the other boy crying and why was he stroking him now with gentle touches rather then the violating touches he’d gotten moments ago?
“S-stop.” Eko pleaded, and then a soft moan escaped.
“I can’t, I have to do this. I shouldn’t even be talking to you.” Came the sullen reply, and Angel continued to dutifully stroke him with an expert touch that made Eko’s insides do flip flops as pleasure coursed along his spine.
“W-why c-cant you?” Eko managed to whisper out.
“It’s why he left me in here, you’re not allowed to go limp.” Angel replied, and Eko’s stomach dropped. “He won’t touch me for a week but to beat me if I don’t do as he says.” And something in the way that the other boy said those words made it clear that the beating was not nearly as bad as not being touched for a week.
“W-why d-do you w-want it?” Eko stammered out. Angel was quiet for a moment as if contemplating his answer.
“Cause I love him. An’ even if he doesn’t love me back, he does care about me.” Angel said softly.
“But he HURTS us!” Eko cried, his head hurting with the lack of logic this young man keeps expressing.
“Not really, Eko. He’s not so bad, he takes care of us and in return we make sure he’s happy. We love him, and he takes care of us. The master I had before him…” Angel stopped, swallowing audibly before he released Eko’s now hard length and pulled the blindfold up so the angelboy could see him. Eko gasped at what he saw.
Angel was small, only a little taller then Eko himself, and he had the most beautiful flame-red hair streaked through with copper, gold and orange. He wore it long, not as long as Eko’s but at least to mid-back. His lovely bright green eyes were ethereal, dark and yet wispy and light all at the same time as if they shifted so quickly the eye couldn’t register it but the brain did. He was almost as delicate as Eko, but he was older by a few years which took the softness from his face. His lips were full and sweet, looking at them made Eko remember what it was like to feel them against the bare skin of his neck, and he shivered unconsciously at the memory.
The moment Eko shivered, pain flashed in Angel’s eyes and he reached one hand up to cover the ugly jagged scar that ran from his temple all the way to his chin as he glanced down ashamed. Eko hadn’t even seen it, so taken with the other man’s beauty that it hadn’t even come to his attention. Another scar lay along the opposite side of Angel’s neck, a brand of the word “WHORE”, and just as Eko noticed that as well his other hand come up to hide that.
“You’re so beautiful.” Eko whispered shyly, his cheeks flushing embarrassment at his admittance.
“No, I’m not. Not like you, you’re unscarred, you’re stunning. I know what I look like, don’t lie to me, Eko. It always surprised me that Daman could stand looking at me, and when you shivered at how I looked…” he sighed softly, closing his pained eyes for a moment before shaking his head. “I love him because he didn’t do any of this to me. He watched me get the brand at the hands of my old Master and then purchased me not long after.”
“I wa-wasn’t shiverin’ causa y-your scar.” Eko argued, shaking his head as he suddenly understood why so much shame had suddenly lit in the other mans eyes.