Fan Fiction ❯ Lucifer's Paridise ❯ Memory ( Chapter 3 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Mushira 
Averill remembers his mother...stupid bitch
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
Averill remembers his mother...stupid bitch
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.21.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter warnings: Major angst, Flash backs, hurt/comfort( sort of) Pedophilia(sort of), Sexual innuendo, bondage
“How much do you want for him”, the tall dark-eyed man asked.
“I won't go under fifteen hundred,” the thin woman in the chair answered.
God he just wished it would end. He wished they would just go away and leave him alone. He just wanted to sleep. That was all. Was it really so much to ask? The boy shivered and gave a little sniff. `Boys don't cry' he told himself. That's what papa would say. But papa was gone now. There was no one to protect him from that bitch or to stop her from selling her only child. Besides he wasn't that much of a boy any way. So he let loose the silent tears.
“Well, I at least like to know what I'm buying. Come here boy,” The dark eyed man demanded.
The young boy stepped forward, head down, wishing he could disappear into his to big sweater. The dark eyed man; mama had called him Gasper, wrapped is long fingers around the boy's chin and lifted his face up. He studied the child's cherub-like features and played with his long blond pin curls. Then he stepped back.
“Take off your shirt boy,” he ordered sternly
The blond youth reluctantly did as he was told. He removed the huge sweater and let it fall to the ground. He brought his arms up instinctively to cover his chest, but Gasper caught his wrists and threw his arms back down to his sides. Then he circled the boy a few time with a pondering look. The boy knew what the older man was looking at. His attention was focused the boys small girlish breast.
“Remove the rest of your clothes and go stand by my desk,” Gasper ordered
The boy obeyed. Dropping his pants and boxers and removing his shoes and socks he went and stood, completely naked in front of the large mahogany desk. He wished he could just shrivel up and die. Anything was better than this, being examined and prodded like some rare breed of dog.
Gasper circled him again, examined his penis and scrotum, and fondled the boy's ass.
“Is he a virgin?”
“Yes” the women in the corner answered
“We can work with that. Turn around and lean over the desk, boy,” gasper said.
Once again humiliated, the young man did as he was told. As he lay on the cold mahogany table, he felt the cold hard hands probing his anus. Then the hands were gone.
Gasper leaned over the desk and pushed a button on the phone. A young woman's voice answered.
“Send Harlot up here.” Gasper said
“Yes, master”
The boy stepped back, shivering as he pulled on his jeans. The door opened with a snap and the boy jump like a trodden mouse, his arms instinctively covering his chest in an attempt to shroud his girlish breasts from view. He looked up at the sudden intruder. The boy stifled a gasp.
There in the door way stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall and slim, her skin was smooth and naturally tan, and her hair fell down her back in radiant black curls. She towered over him, yet he was not frightened or intimidated by her. Glittering blue meet radiant hazel and the stared into each others eyes for a long moment. In those few seconds a silent understanding passed between them. The lovely creature before him was no woman, but a hermaphrodite, just like himself; an entity that straddled the barrier of genders. For the first time in his life, the boy felt as though he was understood. The `woman' gave the boy a small smile.
It was then that Gasper spoke, “Harlot, take this boy under your wing. He'll be your student and your responsibility. Understand?”
“Yes master,” the beautiful hermaphrodite answered his voice soft and gentle.
Money exchanged hands between the woman in the corner and Gasper. The tall `woman' moved soundlessly to the boy and placed an arm around the child's thin pale shoulders, leading him from the room. As the left the office the older hermaphrodite spoke.
“My name is Harlot. You and I will be roommates I am going to be your teacher.”
“Teacher of what?” the boy asked shyly
“How to pleasure men and women sexually.”
“Oh,” whispered the boy tears rising again. His own mother had just sold him to a whore house. God, he wanted to die right there.
His companion pulled him closer, seeing the boy's tears
“What's your name boy?”
“Averill”
“You don't have to cry any more Averill,” Harlot whispered gently, “I'm going to take care of you now.”
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“Harlot, Come in,” Gasper said as harlot shut the door behind him, “ I want you to meet Mr. Anderson.”
The black man gave Harlot a small smile, and tipped his glass politely.
“Oh,” Harlot whispered in his husky high alto voice, “a gentleman. I'm pleased to make you acquaintance, signore”
Harlot leaned seductively on his master, playing almost absent-mindedly with his owner's dark brown hair.
“Oh Harlot,” Gasper said running the back of his hand down Harlot's side, “Go give Mr. Anderson a real greeting. He has been looking forward to your company for some time.”
Harlot gave a small smile.
`I wonder how much Gasper got out of him.' Harlot thought to himself, `oh well, better give the man his money's worth!”
Harlot pulled away from his master and towards the newcomer. He made eye contact with the larger man and seated himself on the wide muscular thighs. He wrapped one, slender, chiffon encased arm around the Mr. Anderson's neck and placed the other against the dark smooth cheek, never breaking eye contact. There in lay harlot's power over men. He knew how to search a man's soul, to find their desire then hold it tight. And the young Mr. Anderson had fallen right into Harlot's little web. Harlot could see the need in the dark man's eye's, that primal sexually drive. Harlot would use that to his advantage. Slowly harlot broke there link and turn Anderson face to the right and lightly licked the smooth dark cheek. A groan of pleasure past into the air and Harlot felt the other man's sex twitch to life against his thigh. Oh yes this was too easy!
“Well,” Gasper began abruptly knowing Harlot had successfully ensnared the man, “I'll take my leave.” And he was gone.
With out a word Harlot stood, using the large man's tie to lead him to the enormous bed in the center of the room.
Harlot roughly pressed his lips against Anderson's mouth and thrust his tongue between the parted lips. He undressed the larger man slowly, listening to the moans that filled the room. Shirt gone, Harlot ran his long red fingernails down the dark expanse of Anderson's chest, rubbing his tongue ring across the top of the black man's mouth. The broke apart for air as Harlot finished unbuckling the muscular man's belt. Anderson groaned as Harlot slid his hand into the man's pants and began to massage his semi-erect penis. Then he roughly rid his sizeable client of the obtrusive pants and boxers.
“On the bed,” Harlot whispered seductively, nipping a dark ear lobe as he moved away. Harlot Stood In front of the bed Slowly, sensually pulling of his clothes, letting the silk and chiffon slid off his body, until he stood in only his garter belt and lace thigh highs. Then he moved to the trunk in the corner, giving his client a perfect view of his scrumptious rear as he bent down. He returned to the bedside with a beautifully carved wooden box and a pair of hand cuffs and commenced to chain Anderson's hands to the hook on the top of the ornate head board. Then he moved to the rails at the end of the bed and unwound the chains connected to the top. He fastened the manacles around the man's ankles so that his legs were spread straight up in the air. Harlot gave it enough slack that the larger man could bend his knees but not enough to lay down or close them.
“This will be fun, Mr. Anderson just relax”
“ I can't relax, I wanna fuck your tight ass so bad!” The black man answered with a laugh as harlot crawled onto the bed.
The pretty Italian hermaphrodite straddled the larger man's waist.
“Patience is a virtue” Harlot whispered, finger nails trail the dark sex as it's owner moaned in ecstasy.
Once again Harlot produced the box smiling as he removed a thick plastic ring.
“You see Mr. Anderson, I `m like a spider. I enjoy playing with my food before eating it.” And with that Harlot turned and shoved the cock ring on to the other man' s hard dick. The dark man threw back his head screaming in pleasure. Harlot's smile grew wider.
`oh yes,' Harlot thought to himself as he wiped away the bit of pre-cum that had gathered on the dark cock head, `this will be fun.'
He licked the pre-cum from his fingers and set to work.
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< br> The thirteen year old blond French boy sat quietly on the bed. For some unknown reason, he trusted Harlot. Averill had never really trusted anyone but Papa. However Harlot seemed to know what Averill was going through. The boy pulled his knee up against his chest and rested his head on his arms. He was so tiered he just wanted to sleep.
A rustle of fabric announced Harlot's reentry in to the lavish bedroom.
He sat on the bed, placing his arm around the young boy and rubbing small circles on the boys back. Then, slowly and very gently, he placed his lips against Averill's. The young blond gasped in surprise as Harlot lightly nipped his lower lip, coaxing the boy's mouth open with his tongue. Averill closed his eyes and willingly obey. The blond youth moaned as some unseen force spread through him. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he pulled his slender arms around Harlot's neck, burying his finger in the thick dark curls. The boy was frightened as he felt his groin begin to stiffen, but pleasure quickly overrode his fear. He knew Harlot wouldn't harm him.
The two of them sat like this for what felt to Averill like an eternity. Harlot pulled away first removing his pierced tongue from the boy's mouth. Averill moaned at the absence of the skilled muscle. Harlot looked down at the boy giving him a small smile and tenderly wiped a bit of saliva from the corner of the beautiful blond youth's mouth. He gave a quiet chuckle when the boy leaned into the feather light touch.
“You're a natural,” He whispered gently, stroking Averill's soft blond curls.
The boy slid his arms around the older man's waist, laying his head against the dark voluptuous bosom. Then the boy began to cry soft silent tears.
“May I love you Harlot. I desperately need someone to love.” The boy whimpered.
“Only if I may love you back. You are precious to me.”
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Harlot took another drag off his cigarette as he unlocked the apartment door. He found no need to turn on the lights. He knew the apartment like the back of his hand, it having been his home since he was sixteen. He went straight to his room, changing out of his expensive dress and scandalous lingerie. He removed the fancy rings from his eyebrow, his nostril, tongue, nipples, and penis; replacing them with simple sterling studs and barbells. He decided to leave in his long ornate navel ring, enjoying the feel of silver and diamonds against the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. He slipped on a pair of low slung pajama bottoms and nothing more.
After combing his long thick curls and lighting another cigarette, Harlot decided to check on Averill. He constantly worried about that boy, it would probably be the death of him.
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“I won't go under fifteen hundred,” the thin woman in the chair answered.
God he just wished it would end. He wished they would just go away and leave him alone. He just wanted to sleep. That was all. Was it really so much to ask? The boy shivered and gave a little sniff. `Boys don't cry' he told himself. That's what papa would say. But papa was gone now. There was no one to protect him from that bitch or to stop her from selling her only child. Besides he wasn't that much of a boy any way. So he let loose the silent tears.
“Well, I at least like to know what I'm buying. Come here boy,” The dark eyed man demanded.
The young boy stepped forward, head down, wishing he could disappear into his to big sweater. The dark eyed man; mama had called him Gasper, wrapped is long fingers around the boy's chin and lifted his face up. He studied the child's cherub-like features and played with his long blond pin curls. Then he stepped back.
“Take off your shirt boy,” he ordered sternly
The blond youth reluctantly did as he was told. He removed the huge sweater and let it fall to the ground. He brought his arms up instinctively to cover his chest, but Gasper caught his wrists and threw his arms back down to his sides. Then he circled the boy a few time with a pondering look. The boy knew what the older man was looking at. His attention was focused the boys small girlish breast.
“Remove the rest of your clothes and go stand by my desk,” Gasper ordered
The boy obeyed. Dropping his pants and boxers and removing his shoes and socks he went and stood, completely naked in front of the large mahogany desk. He wished he could just shrivel up and die. Anything was better than this, being examined and prodded like some rare breed of dog.
Gasper circled him again, examined his penis and scrotum, and fondled the boy's ass.
“Is he a virgin?”
“Yes” the women in the corner answered
“We can work with that. Turn around and lean over the desk, boy,” gasper said.
Once again humiliated, the young man did as he was told. As he lay on the cold mahogany table, he felt the cold hard hands probing his anus. Then the hands were gone.
Gasper leaned over the desk and pushed a button on the phone. A young woman's voice answered.
“Send Harlot up here.” Gasper said
“Yes, master”
The boy stepped back, shivering as he pulled on his jeans. The door opened with a snap and the boy jump like a trodden mouse, his arms instinctively covering his chest in an attempt to shroud his girlish breasts from view. He looked up at the sudden intruder. The boy stifled a gasp.
There in the door way stood the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall and slim, her skin was smooth and naturally tan, and her hair fell down her back in radiant black curls. She towered over him, yet he was not frightened or intimidated by her. Glittering blue meet radiant hazel and the stared into each others eyes for a long moment. In those few seconds a silent understanding passed between them. The lovely creature before him was no woman, but a hermaphrodite, just like himself; an entity that straddled the barrier of genders. For the first time in his life, the boy felt as though he was understood. The `woman' gave the boy a small smile.
It was then that Gasper spoke, “Harlot, take this boy under your wing. He'll be your student and your responsibility. Understand?”
“Yes master,” the beautiful hermaphrodite answered his voice soft and gentle.
Money exchanged hands between the woman in the corner and Gasper. The tall `woman' moved soundlessly to the boy and placed an arm around the child's thin pale shoulders, leading him from the room. As the left the office the older hermaphrodite spoke.
“My name is Harlot. You and I will be roommates I am going to be your teacher.”
“Teacher of what?” the boy asked shyly
“How to pleasure men and women sexually.”
“Oh,” whispered the boy tears rising again. His own mother had just sold him to a whore house. God, he wanted to die right there.
His companion pulled him closer, seeing the boy's tears
“What's your name boy?”
“Averill”
“You don't have to cry any more Averill,” Harlot whispered gently, “I'm going to take care of you now.”
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“Harlot, Come in,” Gasper said as harlot shut the door behind him, “ I want you to meet Mr. Anderson.”
The black man gave Harlot a small smile, and tipped his glass politely.
“Oh,” Harlot whispered in his husky high alto voice, “a gentleman. I'm pleased to make you acquaintance, signore”
Harlot leaned seductively on his master, playing almost absent-mindedly with his owner's dark brown hair.
“Oh Harlot,” Gasper said running the back of his hand down Harlot's side, “Go give Mr. Anderson a real greeting. He has been looking forward to your company for some time.”
Harlot gave a small smile.
`I wonder how much Gasper got out of him.' Harlot thought to himself, `oh well, better give the man his money's worth!”
Harlot pulled away from his master and towards the newcomer. He made eye contact with the larger man and seated himself on the wide muscular thighs. He wrapped one, slender, chiffon encased arm around the Mr. Anderson's neck and placed the other against the dark smooth cheek, never breaking eye contact. There in lay harlot's power over men. He knew how to search a man's soul, to find their desire then hold it tight. And the young Mr. Anderson had fallen right into Harlot's little web. Harlot could see the need in the dark man's eye's, that primal sexually drive. Harlot would use that to his advantage. Slowly harlot broke there link and turn Anderson face to the right and lightly licked the smooth dark cheek. A groan of pleasure past into the air and Harlot felt the other man's sex twitch to life against his thigh. Oh yes this was too easy!
“Well,” Gasper began abruptly knowing Harlot had successfully ensnared the man, “I'll take my leave.” And he was gone.
With out a word Harlot stood, using the large man's tie to lead him to the enormous bed in the center of the room.
Harlot roughly pressed his lips against Anderson's mouth and thrust his tongue between the parted lips. He undressed the larger man slowly, listening to the moans that filled the room. Shirt gone, Harlot ran his long red fingernails down the dark expanse of Anderson's chest, rubbing his tongue ring across the top of the black man's mouth. The broke apart for air as Harlot finished unbuckling the muscular man's belt. Anderson groaned as Harlot slid his hand into the man's pants and began to massage his semi-erect penis. Then he roughly rid his sizeable client of the obtrusive pants and boxers.
“On the bed,” Harlot whispered seductively, nipping a dark ear lobe as he moved away. Harlot Stood In front of the bed Slowly, sensually pulling of his clothes, letting the silk and chiffon slid off his body, until he stood in only his garter belt and lace thigh highs. Then he moved to the trunk in the corner, giving his client a perfect view of his scrumptious rear as he bent down. He returned to the bedside with a beautifully carved wooden box and a pair of hand cuffs and commenced to chain Anderson's hands to the hook on the top of the ornate head board. Then he moved to the rails at the end of the bed and unwound the chains connected to the top. He fastened the manacles around the man's ankles so that his legs were spread straight up in the air. Harlot gave it enough slack that the larger man could bend his knees but not enough to lay down or close them.
“This will be fun, Mr. Anderson just relax”
“ I can't relax, I wanna fuck your tight ass so bad!” The black man answered with a laugh as harlot crawled onto the bed.
The pretty Italian hermaphrodite straddled the larger man's waist.
“Patience is a virtue” Harlot whispered, finger nails trail the dark sex as it's owner moaned in ecstasy.
Once again Harlot produced the box smiling as he removed a thick plastic ring.
“You see Mr. Anderson, I `m like a spider. I enjoy playing with my food before eating it.” And with that Harlot turned and shoved the cock ring on to the other man' s hard dick. The dark man threw back his head screaming in pleasure. Harlot's smile grew wider.
`oh yes,' Harlot thought to himself as he wiped away the bit of pre-cum that had gathered on the dark cock head, `this will be fun.'
He licked the pre-cum from his fingers and set to work.
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< br> The thirteen year old blond French boy sat quietly on the bed. For some unknown reason, he trusted Harlot. Averill had never really trusted anyone but Papa. However Harlot seemed to know what Averill was going through. The boy pulled his knee up against his chest and rested his head on his arms. He was so tiered he just wanted to sleep.
A rustle of fabric announced Harlot's reentry in to the lavish bedroom.
He sat on the bed, placing his arm around the young boy and rubbing small circles on the boys back. Then, slowly and very gently, he placed his lips against Averill's. The young blond gasped in surprise as Harlot lightly nipped his lower lip, coaxing the boy's mouth open with his tongue. Averill closed his eyes and willingly obey. The blond youth moaned as some unseen force spread through him. He could hear the blood pounding in his ears as he pulled his slender arms around Harlot's neck, burying his finger in the thick dark curls. The boy was frightened as he felt his groin begin to stiffen, but pleasure quickly overrode his fear. He knew Harlot wouldn't harm him.
The two of them sat like this for what felt to Averill like an eternity. Harlot pulled away first removing his pierced tongue from the boy's mouth. Averill moaned at the absence of the skilled muscle. Harlot looked down at the boy giving him a small smile and tenderly wiped a bit of saliva from the corner of the beautiful blond youth's mouth. He gave a quiet chuckle when the boy leaned into the feather light touch.
“You're a natural,” He whispered gently, stroking Averill's soft blond curls.
The boy slid his arms around the older man's waist, laying his head against the dark voluptuous bosom. Then the boy began to cry soft silent tears.
“May I love you Harlot. I desperately need someone to love.” The boy whimpered.
“Only if I may love you back. You are precious to me.”
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Harlot took another drag off his cigarette as he unlocked the apartment door. He found no need to turn on the lights. He knew the apartment like the back of his hand, it having been his home since he was sixteen. He went straight to his room, changing out of his expensive dress and scandalous lingerie. He removed the fancy rings from his eyebrow, his nostril, tongue, nipples, and penis; replacing them with simple sterling studs and barbells. He decided to leave in his long ornate navel ring, enjoying the feel of silver and diamonds against the sensitive skin of his lower stomach. He slipped on a pair of low slung pajama bottoms and nothing more.
After combing his long thick curls and lighting another cigarette, Harlot decided to check on Averill. He constantly worried about that boy, it would probably be the death of him.
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