Post by FicWriter on Mar 14, 2009 4:55:57 GMT 10
Branded
by JD
It had been two weeks since he had been told his life was no longer his own, two weeks since he stopped being anything more than an object to be used and then tossed aside when Nagle was bored with him, or too drunk to perform.
Touching the freshest bruises on his arm immediately brought back the memory of how they had come to be there and he felt the sympathetic roll of his stomach in response. He hated what his life had become, hated that everything he had dreamed for his future was now gone. He should have known his fate would never have been any more then what his older sister was living, the fate would likely be the same for those younger as well. Why should he have thought his father would change? The man was a drunk, and a gambler but, more importantly, weak, and Zhanna preyed on men like him. She used them to get what she wanted and those like Nagle needed to feel powerful, how better to do that then by having their own victims to abuse?
"Alek!" Nagle's voice silenced his thoughts and he forced himself to his feet, having already learned the consequences of delaying a response to one of his calls.
"Get your ass in here?" The man's words grew sharper, his anger already surfacing.
"I'm here." As he entered the man's office, the teen dropped his eyes to the floor, knowing better then to meet his eyes before he was directed to.
"You better start coming when I call you, you hear me?" Nagle's approach was marked by the sound of his heels on the wood floor and as he reached him, Alek felt his head jerked up as the man grabbed a fistful of his hair.
"Yes, sir, I hear you. I'm sorry." The apology almost choked in his throat and he again dropped his eyes in submission.
"I've made a decision about you, Alek, you're going to make me very rich, but, there will be no question who you belong to." Without saying anything more, Carlie Nagle stepped aside to reveal the other man in the room with the two of them.
"Do you see him, Alek? He's going to brand you as mine. No matter who touches you, no matter who I let take you, you'll always be mine." Nagle's lips raised into a smile that sent a chill down Alek's spine, and as much as he wanted to refuse, he knew he could not.
"Right here." Nagle ran his fingers along the youth's neck before clamping them tight enough to elicit a sharp gasp from him.
"You'll be mine forever, and there's not a damn thing you can do or say about it." Releasing his grip, he delivered a slap to Alek's cheek before again turning his attention to the stranger in the room.
"You can start now, Alek is all yours."
The End
by JD
It had been two weeks since he had been told his life was no longer his own, two weeks since he stopped being anything more than an object to be used and then tossed aside when Nagle was bored with him, or too drunk to perform.
Touching the freshest bruises on his arm immediately brought back the memory of how they had come to be there and he felt the sympathetic roll of his stomach in response. He hated what his life had become, hated that everything he had dreamed for his future was now gone. He should have known his fate would never have been any more then what his older sister was living, the fate would likely be the same for those younger as well. Why should he have thought his father would change? The man was a drunk, and a gambler but, more importantly, weak, and Zhanna preyed on men like him. She used them to get what she wanted and those like Nagle needed to feel powerful, how better to do that then by having their own victims to abuse?
"Alek!" Nagle's voice silenced his thoughts and he forced himself to his feet, having already learned the consequences of delaying a response to one of his calls.
"Get your ass in here?" The man's words grew sharper, his anger already surfacing.
"I'm here." As he entered the man's office, the teen dropped his eyes to the floor, knowing better then to meet his eyes before he was directed to.
"You better start coming when I call you, you hear me?" Nagle's approach was marked by the sound of his heels on the wood floor and as he reached him, Alek felt his head jerked up as the man grabbed a fistful of his hair.
"Yes, sir, I hear you. I'm sorry." The apology almost choked in his throat and he again dropped his eyes in submission.
"I've made a decision about you, Alek, you're going to make me very rich, but, there will be no question who you belong to." Without saying anything more, Carlie Nagle stepped aside to reveal the other man in the room with the two of them.
"Do you see him, Alek? He's going to brand you as mine. No matter who touches you, no matter who I let take you, you'll always be mine." Nagle's lips raised into a smile that sent a chill down Alek's spine, and as much as he wanted to refuse, he knew he could not.
"Right here." Nagle ran his fingers along the youth's neck before clamping them tight enough to elicit a sharp gasp from him.
"You'll be mine forever, and there's not a damn thing you can do or say about it." Releasing his grip, he delivered a slap to Alek's cheek before again turning his attention to the stranger in the room.
"You can start now, Alek is all yours."
The End
