Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Little Prayer ❯ Friday ( Chapter 1 )

Angel gasped as he was shoved against a wall. Or rather, he fell against it after being slapped.

“Pussy.” The taller boy muttered as he pressed the pale twelve year old against the wall harder, pushing the breath out of him. He grabbed the shaggy blonde hair and pulled, hard, smirking at the responding whimper. “Going to run home and cry to your mommy? Ohm that's right; she's dead!” His two friends laughed. Angel glared at his classmates. He didn't see why it was funny. The taller boy punched him in the gut for the glare.

As he hunched over, Angel managed to gasp out “Breath mints.”

The other boy looked confused. “Huh?”

Angel winced but met his eye. “I said; Breath mints. You need them. Very badly.”

The boy looked taken aback, but aimed a punch in the same area as before, but, due to Angel's hunched over position, it connected with his face instead. Angel hit the wall hard this time and the teacher in the adjacent room finally decided that it was enough.

“What's going on out there?!” The three boys took off down the hall, as the teacher came running. She made eye contact with Angel before looking for the other three. She managed to catch on of the boy's; the leader's friend. After sending him to the office, she turned back to the small boy against the wall. “Angel, I'm sorry. I thought it was just another fight; I didn't know that you were involved. They didn't say anything about your parents; did they?” She tried to straighten his hair as she talked.

Angel shoved her hand away, defiance gleaming in his cerulean blue eyes. “You don't have to treat me like a baby! I'm going to the office and calling my brother! I want to go home!!”

The teacher studied him for a minute and nodded. “I'll call. I know that you've had a hard time since your parents' accident.”

His parents' accident, he thought as the teacher made the phone call that could grant him freedom from his P.M. classes. If you call jumping off a roof while making your twelve year old son watch, then his father had an accident. If you call hanging yourself after strangling your newborn child an accident, then his mother had one not long after his father. The teacher turned to him. “Your brother's coming to pick you up.” She stroked his cheek in a motherly fashion, which made him tempted to bite her. “Go wait in the office. I'll take care of the rest.”

Angel grabbed his book bag and stomped down the hallway and the following set of stairs. Despite his name, he wasn't what you'd call an honor student; far from it actually. Devil's own incarnate was a better description. He flung his pack down and dropped into his seat. The secretary looked up, startled. When she saw it was him, she pursed her lips and went back to work. Before his parents died, he got into fights on an almost daily basis, and his parents never knew when he was suspended because the school eventually stopped bothering to call and he would spend the day wondering around town, mostly shoplifting. He knew all the police officers in the area by first name. His grandmother blamed him for his parent's suicide. It was his fault, of course; his brother was absolutely perfect in every way. The long hair and piercings made people believe that he had learned his ways from his brother, but they couldn't be more wrong. Jake was a straight A student: graduated valedictorian with a GPA of 4.5. Not a week after Jake's graduation did the “accidents” happen. It didn't take a genius to figure out what had happened: his parent's saw Jake succeed and fulfill their dreams and didn't want to hang around to see how screwed up the other one turned out.

Angel was, of course, the other one. His brother was better at everything than him; school, sports, social life, anger management, and handling stress. It didn't make him hate his brother, it just meant that “Jake and Angel” never existed and “Jake and that other one” was who they were destined to be.

Suddenly, Angel was scooped up from his seat, lifted in huge, muscled arms and cuddled closely to a chest that was hard and soft at the same time. “Hey, buddy, what happened?” His brother's voice came to him in the form of a rumble, rooted deep in the hulking chest. Jake ran a finger on the side of Angel's face, grazing the already-forming black eye. Unlike the teacher's touch, Angel wanted to lean into his brother's touch rather than react against it.

“Some people I beat up before decided to take revenge.” He whimpered, encircling his brother's neck and the older bent over to retrieve the discarded book bag.

“Did you hit them back?”

“No.” Jake pulled the small boy closer to him.

“I'm so proud of you. You're learning to control yourself.”

Angel smiled at his brother coyly before whispering in his ear. “Does this mean that I can have a special treat when we get home?”

Jake smiled back, knowing exactly what Angel meant. “Of course.” The younger smiled as they went to the parking lot.

***

When they pulled up to the two-story house that their parents had left them, Angel was practically wiggling in excitement. Jake held his hand to keep him from bursting out of the car. “There's an outfit on your bed; were it. Go into the bathroom and clean yourself, put on any accessories, and come down here, I'll be waiting.” His response was a breathless “Yes, master” as the pre-teen sped toward the house.

When he got to his room, he studied the outfit on his bed, smirked, and ran to the bathroom. Inside, his eyes widened. This would be fun; usually he had to prompt Jake to use half of these things. And it was a weekend, meaning that they could play for three days straight without interruption. He took a shower before cleaning himself inside as well, which was one of his least favorite necessities of this. For the first time since the fight, he looked in the mirror. The bruise on his stomach was huge, bigger than any human fist should be able to make. And the guy had definitely given him a shiner to remember.

Afterwards, he studied the items on the counter and decided what to apply first. He finally chose the nipple clamps and gingerly rubbed the small nubs to hardness. He whimpered slightly and noticed that his nipples weren't the only things enjoying the attention; his cock was getting hard. He continued to play with the hard nipples and his hips began to thrust forward. No, he thought, this was something for him and his brother. It wouldn't be right to jack off in the bathroom before going down. With an amazing force of will, he pulled his hands away from his body, which arched against his wishes and his hands clenched and unclenched, wanting to wrap around his cock. Instead, he reached forward, grabbed the nipple clamps, and applied them. He also took the cock ring and snapped it on; he couldn't do the next part without coming if he didn't.

He applied lube to his fingers before sliding one into his entrance. God, it had been to long since he and Jake did something like this. He whimpered and thrust his hips, sliding in another finger. He pulled the fingers out and pushed in the vibrator.

He walked into his room and gasped as the vibrator shifted with his movements. He forced himself to concentrate and decided first to slip into the fishnet stockings. After that he slid into the black skirt and the black and white shirt. He didn't bother with underwear and slipped on the white high heels. He also put on the small, frilly hat. It wasn't the first time he'd cross-dressed for their games, but he'd never been a French maid before.

When he got down stairs, his brother was working on the computer. Angel sat down on the couch. After a minute, Jake turned to him. “Safety word?”

Angel thought for only a moment. “Zachary.” Jake raised an eyebrow. “It's the name of the boy who I got in a fight with at school. No matter how much pleasure you give me, Master, I would never say his name in ecstasy.” Jake smiled and nodded at the explanation.

“Very well. Do you need to go over the rules?”

“No, Master.”

“Excellent. I'm going to go over my plans for this evening and the rest of the weekend. If, at any time, you have any objections, you may tell me without ending all of our plans. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Tonight, I will fuck you,” Angel nearly whimpered. “and then you will prepare dinner. While you are making dinner, I will introduce a new toy to you. I do not expect this to be outside your limits. However, if it is, you may use your safe word to make me aware and our plans WILL NOT be canceled. Tomorrow, some of my friends will come over and we will all play some games with you.” Jake paused for a moment, but Angel only nodded. “On Sunday, I will give you a surprise, one that I expect to last all day. After that, you will be permitted to come.”

Angel's breath caught in his throat. “M-Master? I want to do as you ask of me, but I don't think that I wait until Sunday to come. It will put to much strain on my limits, sir. I undoubtedly won't be able to handle what I should be because I'll under the strain of so much arousal. I'm so sorry, Master, but I don't think I can handle it.”

Jake smiled. “Its fine, Baby. I thought that there was a chance that it would be asking too much of you, so I can let you come at the end of every day. Is that a suitable solution?”

“Yes, Master, if it pleases you.”

Jake nodded. “It does. It also pleases me greatly that you do not try to hide your fears from me.” He stood up and walked toward Angel. “Shall we get started?” Angel nodded eagerly. “This just a warm up, so we won't get to kinky.” Angel smiled.

“Yes, Daddy.” He whispered into Jake's ear. He felt Jake shudder.

“You little devil.” Jake said with a smirk. “Are you trying to make me come in my pants?” Angel giggled and arched up against him, the only thing between his dick and Jake's hard abs being a silky skirt and Jake's thin shirt. “Do you want me?” Angel moaned. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to take me, Daddy. Please! Hard, Daddy, please!” Jake almost doubled over him in arousal. “Inside me, Daddy. Please!”

Jake growled and struggled to get his jeans off. Angel spread his legs apart and Jake lifted him from the couch and lay him on the floor. “Alright,” He growled. “You want me? I'll take you.”

Angel moaned as Jake ripped the vibrator out of him and inserted himself instead. “Daddy, move, please!”

Jake smiled and thrust in hard. He bunched the skirt around his younger brother's hips and began sucking on his neck. Angel moaned louder and wrapped his arms around Jake's head. “Daddy! Daddy! Harder, Daddy, please! I love you, Daddy, I love you so much!”

“I love you, Baby.” Suddenly, Jake stopped, buried to the hilt inside Angel. Angel immediately began to thrash around, desperately trying to get more friction. Jake smiled while Angle began to babble insanely.

“Please, please, please, please, please! Daddy, please, Daddy, Daddy!! PLEASE!!!”

Jake reached down and unsnapped the cock ring while he began to thrust again. Angel screamed and came, cum splattering on his skirt and shirt. Jake followed within three seconds after him and turned over. Jake wrapped his arms around Angel and whispered in to his ear.

“I love you, Baby.” He petted Angel's hair as the younger curled up on his chest.

“I love you, Daddy.” Angel sighed.

They lay together for a few seconds before Jake shifted. “Let's get you dressed again.” Jake placed the cock ring on him again and reinserted the vibrator, causing Angel to moan. “Time for dinner, Baby.” Angel smiled before running to a kitchen, adjusting his skirt as he went. Before following, Jake zipped up his pants and ran to his room to grab a box that contained a present for his precious Baby.

When Jake got into the kitchen, Angel smiled. “Would spaghetti be alright with you, Master?” Jake nodded; Angel was a good cook, but he was only twelve. As Angel boiled the water and added the pasta, Jake pulled out the box and set it on the table.

“Baby.” Angel immediately spun around and his eyes landed on the box. He quietly stepped over to the table and sat in the chair that the box was directly in front of. Jake grabbed his younger brother's hand. “Baby, listen to me. This goes deeper into an aspect of our play that I know you like, but if you want to stop where we're at and not go any further into it, I won't be mad, understand? I will not be upset with you.”

Angel nodded. This wasn't the first time that his brother had gotten something new; most of them he'd been able to handle, but there were a few that he'd had to reject. He carefully lifted the lid of the box and put all the contents on the table. It appeared to be a black, leather bag that was connected to a ring, like a cock ring.

“I'll show you how it goes on.” He pulled Angel out of his seat and had him sit on the table, spreading his legs and knelling in between them. He slid the ring over Angel's cock and balls before tightening the ring, the bag encasing them. Angel shifted uneasily on the table; it was a tight fit, even for his small size. He didn't understand the true purpose of the bag until Jake started to fondle the package. Angel arched his back and felt himself begin to get harder, only to meet a tight pain. The bag constricted him and made it incredibly painful when his cock enlarged even the slightest bit. He bit back a sob and Jake immediately removed the bag and ring. “Baby? Are you okay?” Angel nodded.

“I'm sorry. I just wasn't expecting it to hurt that bad.”

Jake stroked his face softly. “It's okay, Baby. I'm not mad. I was just worried about you. I never want to hurt you.”

“I'm fine; it's alright.” Angel glanced at the pot on the stove. “I'll finish dinner.” He slipped off the table and ran to the stove, adjusting his skirt awkwardly as he went. Jake followed his movements with his eyes, something he'd been doing since the boy hit puberty, before their parents died.

Angel walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a pack of Italian sausage before getting a pan to cook it in. To get to the pans, he had to bend over to get to a cabinet under the sink. Jake shifted in his seat as the skirt rode up and the base of the vibrator came into view. He gulped, fighting down a hard-on, and Angel continued making dinner.

After dinner, Jake scooped Angel out of his seat and carried him bridal style to the master bedroom where they curled up together on the giant mattress. As Angel laid his head on his older brother's chest, he thought of the many surprises that would take place the next day.