Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Control ❯ Moscows Child ( Chapter 1 )

Control.

People see me as a dominant figure, someone to succumb to, to submit to. But I don't like it that way.

I know that suits me well outside, where the media prowl and new challenges arise aching to drag me down. I guess, then, I need that attitude, that aura.

But I can't mix business with pleasure.

No one knows what I want in the bedroom. So many have tried to please me. It's no good; I just fuck them and move on.

But with you, it was a different story.

Outside, you had the same demeanour as myself. The difference between us lay in our preferences in sex. You wanted so badly to control, you needed it.

It would give you such a thrill to see your `victim' screaming in ecstasy, begging you to continue because they could not demand of you.

You would make them so submissive with your ways that they could not even kiss you and provide a challenge for dominance.

But that suited you fine. You didn't want a challenge, you wanted a bitch. You wanted someone who would fall into you instantly and would never put up a resistance to your intimate manoeuvres.

You liked to play with them, tease them, but they were small pickings.

You so desperately wanted control over someone hard and cruel, over someone like yourself. It would send you sky-high to control someone like that; you loved the feeling of force without forcing, of power without overpowering.

I would watch you, I watched you for so long. You didn't know it, but I even studied you when you fucked people.

I felt myself wishing you to do that to me. I would watch you do this over and over on my VCR and find at the end of it that I'd touch myself involuntarily, my essence coating my fingers, reflecting my need for me to be your uke.

Then, one day we met. We already knew each other, we were acquainted. But we never `knew' each other, like I said; business and pleasure don't mix.

~~~ Flashback~~~

"Hey," The read headed teen called, catching up to his friend, "Long time no see Kai, what's up?"

"Not a lot. How are you?" the slate haired teen asked.

"Oh, I'm good, you?"

"All right I guess. Life's a bit dull right now though." He answered.

"Why?" Tala asked.

"Sex." Kai sighed.

"Not getting any?" Tala giggled.

Kai chuckled and closed his eyes, "I'm getting enough, but it's not what I want. People don't understand me I guess, they all think I'm an overpowering figure in le sac but... I don't want that."

"No? What do you want?" Tala inquired.

"For someone to fuck me. I'm through screwing people's brains out; I want someone to do that to me. I want that to happen so badly... imagine, the feeling of vulnerability, the anticipation, the need to fill the other's wishes on command, to be forced but not `forced'... I need it." Kai said, staring his friend in the eye, hoping to stir a reaction.

"Do you want to come back to mine for some coffee?"

~~~ Flashback ends.~~~

And that is how it began. I was honest with you, open. I couldn't keep it a secret around you, even then I felt you pressuring me to tell you, commanding me to answer without a word.

It's funny, so many people thought we knew each other so well, but, in truth, we didn't.

We saw each other in the abbey from time to time, on field trips and such, but we were never given the opportunity to speak to each other.

You were kept in the centre of the abbey, Spencer in the west, Ian in the east, Bryan in the north and I was in the south.

Grandfather made sure Boris put me in the south, he never told Boris why, but I know why. He wanted me to be closer to him and the south was the nearest to the long winding roads leading to Grandfather's Russian mansion.

You were in the centre because Boris had to be closest to you, seen as he actually did foster you when your parents went missing. You never did find them, I always wonder why. Did they hurt you koi? Why was it that they did not want you? Was it for your safety or was it because they're so selfish?

You never told me, but then, I never asked.

I remember our first night... that night when I came back for coffee. You showed me those feelings I had longed for... but I was more to you than the others, just as you were for me. Those people were faces with no names. The faces don't even stick in my memory, they are that insignificant.

I expected that night to fade, just as all others had done before it. After all, it was just sex, or so I told myself.

It was more than that to me, and you. We both know why.

I can't keep myself from visiting that memory of when you fucked me stupid and demanded that I be yours without demanding anything at all.

~~~ Flashback~~~

"Thanks for putting me up Tala, I really didn't want to go back to Voltaire tonight." Kai admitted.

"Why?" Tala asked, taking off his shirt revealing his pale, powerfully built chest and torso.

Kai looked to the floor, trying to quell the need to tell Tala and trying to force down his erection over the body he longed for so much.

"He keeps... lets just say he's losing it. I think he hit a menopause because his mood swings are shocking." Kai smirked.

"What does he keep doing?" Tala pressed, undoing his belt buckle.

Kai shivered at the noise of the belt hitting the floor. He shifted his body so if he lost control over his growing erection it wouldn't be so obvious.

"He switches between bullying, babying and being normal." Kai answered.

"How do you mean?"

"Well," Kai thought, "One day I'll see him in the morning and he'll say be back home for such and such a time for whatever reason. I'll come home on time and he'll be like `you SHOULD have come back earlier, you're nearly LATE!!' and he'll hit me. Or, for example, Monday, I was a little late. I sat down on the sofa and he burst into the room and told me how `utterly worried' he was and how `wholly devastated' he'd be if something had happened to me."

"That's really strange. Maybe he found something out about you and it pissed him off but he's worried that he's losing you. Is there anything that you're hiding from him?" Tala asked.

"Like what?" Kai questioned, spinning to face Tala and finding himself face- to-groin with him. He looked up and furrowed his eyebrows.

"Well..." Tala grinned, sitting next to Kai who kept his eyes on Tala the whole time, "Does he know you're having sex yet?"

"... No." Kai admitted, blushing a little.

"He's probably found out then. Boris was sort of the same with me until I went up to him and confronted him about it, now he's fine." Tala shrugged. "Speaking of sex..."

Tala forced Kai on his back and pinned his arms above his head. Kai made no protest whatsoever and allowed Tala to strip him... fully.

Tala pushed Kai up to the pillow and pulled out a pair of silver studded black handcuffs from the bedside draw.

Kai moved his hands to the headboard and shivered with delight as Tala forcefully cuffed him still and rubbed his groin up against Kai's. Kai shifted his legs further apart and rubbed back, intensifying the friction and the pleasure.

Tala stopped rubbing and shushed Kai as he groaned and bucked his hips, eager to return to the aforementioned activity. Kai stilled and silenced himself and watched excitedly as Tala pushed his legs further apart and leaned them backwards.

Tala reached his arm down and stroked the skin around Kai's well. He looked up and saw Kai waiting, hoping expectantly that his cock be up there soon.

Tala pushed two fingers up then drew them out again; he repeated this until the sounds of Kai groaning had begun to get too repetitive.

He pushed Kai's legs even further apart and settled himself close to Kai's groin.

"Tala..." Kai gasped, letting Tala know he needed him, Tala, inside of him, Kai.

"Say please..." Tala mumbled taking Kai's manhood into his mouth.

Kai could only moan loudly in response.

"Come on Kai... beg me... or no fun." Tala teased, smirking.

Kai screamed out a moan, but was unable to form words to earn his desire.

"Just say please and I'll enter you... I'll give you what you've obsessed over for so long... all you have to do is say `please'"

"Please!" Kai screamed.

Tala smirked. He thrust himself inside of Kai hard and fast over and over. Kai was screaming in ecstasy, his voice mingling with Tala's.

Kai so desperately needed it to continue, but it ended, as all good things do. Kai was unable to delay his essence shooting from his tip, coating Tala.

Tala cast a glance at Kai; Kai's usually stoic face was screwed up in rapture. Tala looked over Kai's body; his form was exhausted, vulnerable but begging for more.

This study pushed Tala into his own release, shooting inside of Kai.

"Kai..."

"I'm yours." Kai mumbled.

~~~ Flashback ends~~~

We were so obviously meant for each other, it was so evident that it was painful. But we would just bump into each other time and time again and you'd fuck me and make me feel completely under your power. I'd feel so helpless, so vulnerable... and I loved it.

There weren't many people who knew what was going on. Tala, I guess, told Tyson. They had bonded particularly well after the championships and they became close companions.

I had no one to confide in, for some reason that hurt me. It had never bothered me before, but it did then.

I tried to drown myself in the bottom of a bottle but found no comfort in that either. That was when I ran into one of my worst enemies, he found it quite amusing to see me staggering around, alone and completely vulnerable... but not in the way I'd want it.

~~~ Flashback ~~~

The figure ambled on, stumbling into anything and everything possible. He was completely out of his face.

It was within the hours of dawn, that he stumbled into the hothead of the Majestics team. Johnny caught Kai before he fell to the floor, completely unconscious.

Johnny carried Kai over his shoulder for near enough an hour. He dropped Kai's body in the middle of the park and smirked to himself as Kai threw up the alcohol and sobered, painfully.

"Morning mister alcy." Johnny smirked.

Kai grumbled and turned to face the Scott. "Where am I?" He slurred.

"In the middle of the park, on the floor, lying in sick." Johnny answered.

"How did I get here?" Kai asked, his speech and thought becoming more coherent by the second.

"I brought you here you drunken idiot." Johnny snapped.

"Why?"

"Because no one can see us here." Johnny smirked evilly. "Take off your clothes, they stink."

Kai obeyed, his head hurting far too much for protest. He stripped himself to his boxers and stood on the dry earth, the ice-cold morning wakening his senses from their drunken stupor.

"I wanted you to take them all off, you'd look better without your boxers on, this is, of course, a natural environment." Johnny said, smirking even more.

Kai looked confused at Johnny but did as he was told once more. He watched, suspiciously, as the freckled teen got up and walked over to him, studying his body maliciously and lustfully.

Johnny let out a cackle and squared up to Kai, "You little lap dog! You just did everything I said without even thinking about what I might do to you now you're in this susceptible but beautiful position."

"What do you plan to do?" Kai asked, fear stirring in his already churning bowels.

"You'll see... get on your knees." Johnny whispered, seductively as he drew out a knife.

Kai got to his knees on the floor in front of Johnny and bowed his head, waiting for the next instruction.

"Good..." Johnny praised him and petted his head, "Now, take out my dick."

"What?" Kai asked, surprised.

"Take it out." Johnny said again, licking the cold steel blade.

Kai undid Johnny's trouser button and pulled down his zip then pulled all his clothes, from the waist down, to the floor.

"Put it in your mouth." Johnny grinned.

Kai growled in protest but did as he was told, wincing at the sour and salty taste of Johnny's manhood.

"Suck me... if you don't, I'll slit that pretty throat of yours." Johnny threatened, drawing the blade over Kai's shoulder, extracting blood from the wound and licking it from his finger to prove his point and his psychosis.

Kai complied with Johnny's wishes. He was forced to complete this exercise, which lasted just over ten minutes when Johnny shot his semen down Kai's raw throat.

Johnny was impressed with Kai's carnal skill and decided to reward Kai, sickeningly.

"Well done my little pet, let me make it up to you."

Johnny knelt next to Kai and took Kai's manhood into his hand, "Now you see," He said, "I could give you pleasure just as you gave it to me, but I have a better idea."

Kai stayed silent, staring stony-faced into Johnny's eyes.

"You're mine." Johnny remarked.

He took the knife and carved `property of Johnny McGregor' into Kai's toned chest. He threw Kai's clothes back to him and walked off cackling insanely.

~~~ Flashback ends~~~

I must have knelt there for hours, looking over the scene where the stomach- churning scenario took place.

I did get dressed, as dizzy and nauseous as I was. I continued to stumble down the roads, in shock I guess. I couldn't blink, couldn't talk, and I couldn't get any of it off my mind.

I considered going to Voltaire and telling him what had happened to me, how I had been abused, where and by whom. I soon found out that I couldn't.

What was I meant to say? How was I meant to tell him? What would he do? What would he think of me?

So many questions swam through my mind ferried behind my eyes by doubt and fear. I was angry with Johnny and I really wanted revenge. But I couldn't get it.

He `owned' me, he'd even named my body as his and left his mark on more than my memory.

When I listened to my conscience, it told me to go to you. I still argued this, telling myself that you were interested only in sex, my body and dominating me. I told myself that was what Johnny wanted to do and I should be satisfied.

Satisfied? With that?

This war raged on for so long, eventually I came upon a decision. I stole away into my home, unnoticed, and packed a backpack. I ran that day.

When I look back on it, I see my folly. I should have stayed, should have faced it. I should have told you, I should have told Voltaire.

I know you both would have helped me. But I couldn't, whether it was pride or fear, or both, I couldn't let either of you know about the fiasco Johnny had put me through.

I ran, left all else behind me. I took my backpack and my little dog Grumpkin, named after his scowl he shot each time he saw a visitor, be it the postman or a friend.

Grumpkin was a great companion and I loved him so much, I took beatings for that dog before he was housetrained. Of course, Voltaire knew he couldn't help it, but he was clouded by anger.

I should have seen it, when Grumpkin gave me that quizzical look telling me, forewarning me that this was not the right path to take. I should have sat down, thought and talked it through with myself, Voltaire or a friend... or you.

I should have realised that I was playing right into His hands. He wanted me to run, He wanted me alone with no one to turn to or reach out to help me.

Things would have been so much different if I would have sat down and questioned myself, I seemed to do that often at the wrong time.

I could have turned back and sought you out for help but no; I was too far gone beyond reason. Nothing could have brought me back unless I was offered the chance to erase that incident from my past, from my mind.

Shoulda woulda coulda... typical. It's the first stage of denial is it not? Trying to plan out the present differently by altering the times past. It's too late for that now; I have to keep on living as pitiful as my existence is now, without you, without family, without friends.

I played right into his hands well enough. He caught me just before I left the country; he told me he'd been waiting for me I the shadows, waiting until I arrived to join him.

~~~ Flashback~~~

Kai cast a sombre glance over the city he had walked out of. The old buildings looked almost sorry to see him go, the rain was adding to the dismalness of his situation.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and muttered a few unheard goodbyes to those he was leaving behind.

He turned, stony faced, and climbed aboard the `Stugos Queen'. His hand gripped the rail as the ship left the shore. He watched, his eyes cast down gravely at the dark ocean lapping sloppily at the boat's iron sides.

He looked over the people standing there, they seemed cheerless, and indeed they were. They knew the boy well by face and knew he was throwing a lot away boarding this ship.

They were mourning the departure of Moscow's Child.

He nodded to them respectfully and headed below deck. He stopped in the hallway, paling when he saw the person he so longed to avoid. He had given up his home, his friends, his family, his luxuries, everything to stay from this person and here he was; gloating, smirking, leaning against the wall in a casual manner.

Kai stared at him for a while, unable to move. He shuddered when Johnny began to move.

He moved slowly, seductively, menacingly advancing on the youth frozen in his place. He felt his smirk transform into an almightily over powering psychotic grin as he thought of how he was going to use the body of the boy before him.

"Morning my pet, have you slept well?" He asked, mocking pleasantries.

Kai stayed silent, staring into the unreadable depths of Johnny's eyes.

"Come on pet; let's get you to your room. You ought to take off those clothes and hop into bed, precious, you've been out in the cold rain for too long." Johnny said, pulling at Kai's tank top.

Kai stiffened as he felt Johnny's breath on his frozen, sodden skin. But still he could not gather the balls to move, to push the bastardised, psychotic maniac in front of him. Fear controlled him... no, Johnny controlled him.

"Come on pet; let me take care of you. I can run your bath, clean up your cuts, care for you, protect you and..."

"Use me..." Kai murmured, finishing off the list of Johnny's desires. He hung his head and allowed himself to be frogmarched to Johnny's room.

"Now take off your clothes." Johnny ordered, locking the door behind him.

Kai glared at him fearfully and backed away, the click of the lock stirring him from his momentary lapse in independence.

"Nowhere to run now, take off your clothes." Johnny demanded again.

Kai removed his top and tossed it at Johnny. Johnny caught it and looked to where Kai had been standing. His smirk dropped and he growled low when he realised Kai had hidden himself.

Johnny took a few breaths and recomposed himself.

"Okay pet, I'll play along with your little game but, you realise, there are only so many hiding places.

Kai stared down at him from the ceiling. His heels were balancing on the high doorframe and his fingertips were supporting his body by pushing against the plastic box surrounding the wires of the first light. This, he concluded, was too painful and too risky.

He poised himself, ready to try for the vent. He dared a jump, but as he lunged from his place, an arm wrapped quickly around his waist and brought him down, bending him backwards over Johnny's knee.

"Found you." Johnny chuckled, licking his teeth.

"Just in time for a new game." Kai said, mocking excitement.

Johnny raised his eyebrows in question, quite amused by Kai's `games'. He set Kai down on the bed and sat next to him, "What game would this be?" He asked.

Kai smirked and kicked Johnny at the back of his head, sending him crashing to the floor a foot away from the bed, "Sparring, of course."

"No!" Johnny screamed defiantly, "No games!"

"Fine, no games, no sex." Kai scoffed, folding his arms, mimicking Johnny's ridiculous posture on the floor.

"One game." Johnny relented.

Kai smiled and thought for a moment, "I know," He giggled, "Let us play... rubber Johnny."

Kai toyed with him until the evening. He delighted in throwing anything he could find, made of rubber, at Johnny.

But in the evening, Johnny had had enough. It had to stop. Kai pouted, displaying his disappointment because the game had ended. But the game had just begun for Johnny.

He had Kai pinned all night, punishing him savagely for the games. Johnny used three things to administer pain at it's worst; a cat 'o' ninetails, a gag and chains.

Kai tried his best to at least fake enjoyment of being dominated but he couldn't do it. He wouldn't have minded if it were just the gag and the chains but the whip made it completely unbearable.

No matter how hard he screamed; he could not get anyone to hear him. He cried out for Tala, for Voltaire, for anyone to help him. He was desperate. He finally resorted to staring fixedly at Johnny, putting him off for the time being.

"What?" Johnny asked, irritated.

"Please stop..." Kai begged.

"Stop what? You owe me sex Kai, it was our deal." Johnny smirked.

"That," Nodding to the whip, "No more of that please... please?"

Johnny rolled his eyes and threw it to the floor. Johnny continued his attack, still savage, still slightly painful from where the whip had burned him.

No matter how much Kai tried, even without the whip, he could not begin to imagine gratification or pleasure in this act.

Kai had a chance to leave in the morning, he didn't take it. The door was unlocked, Johnny was at breakfast, the chains had been removed and his clothes were by the bed. Nonetheless, he could not bring himself to move.

He plodded into the bathroom and took a look at his reflection. His eyes looked sunken, there were little red spots round his neck from when he'd been screaming last night, because he'd burst a blood vessel. His hair was greasy, there were long red welt marks down his body, but most noticeable was the red and bruised scab on his chest.

"Property of Johnny McGregor..." He read.

That was when it hit him. For the first time, the significance of this mark was apparent to him. He WAS Johnny's, he couldn't leave the room because Johnny wouldn't allow it, he couldn't go home or to Tala because Johnny was waiting for him, and he couldn't fight back because Johnny didn't want him to.

Red hot, stinging, burning, biting tears formed in the corner of his eyes. He was incapable of impeding them from gliding swiftly down his cold, soft and pale skin. His throat sent ragged heavy breaths out through his mouth and his knees gave way beneath him, causing him to crash helplessly to the floor.

He cried for two, maybe three hours, his throat sore, more so than earlier that morning. His shoulders hung forwards, begging to let his arms wrap around his aching figure. He needed to console himself but he did not possess the energy to move.

"What are you doing down there my pet?"

~~~ Flashback ends~~~

Johnny knew it would happen like that. I was so confused that foresight was far from being an option. I guess Johnny had more control over me that I originally thought.

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