Witch Hunter Robin Fan Fiction ❯ Slave of the heart ❯ chapter 1 (lemon) ( Chapter 1 )

Don't own WHR. Don't like betas. Enjoy!!

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The years have been harsh on him, being owned by the company because of a simple mistake of hacking into the wrong system. He knew the collar was killing him slowly but he couldn't say anything about it because his master Amon would punish him if he spoke out. He has been Amon's slave ever since he captured him late one night in his barley furnished apartment. Of course he had no idea what was going on, but he knew that he had a gun to his head and a very slim chance of living. He was surprised at the offer he was given, die or be a slave and become a hacker for the STN-J. Any smart man would choose to live so he became a slave and now wears his collar with his ID embedded in the tag.

He slowly rubbed his fingers along the chain links that surrounded his neck, sighing knowing that they would probably never come off until he was dead. Michael came out of his thoughts looking up at his master from his kneeling position on the floor at his feet waiting for some food that his master was eating. He lowered his eyes as his master looked down at him lowering a piece of fruit to him. As Amon put the fruit in his mouth he closed it over his masters fingers sucking the juices off. His master chuckled and pulled his fingers out of the moist mouth. After chewing the fruit he rested his head on Amon's leg sighing as his head was petted gently. A tear fell down his cheek for his body hurt from the years of being a slave. He didn't want a master like Amon because he was punished for the smallest things sometimes and he wanted to be able to fill his master when they went to bed but he knew that it was not of a slave and not his place.

Amon pushed his seat back and unhooked Michael's leash from the table then unhooked it from his collar. Michael stood automatically and grabbed the empty dishes and walked over to the kitchen of Amon's apartment and put them in the sink so they could be cleaned later on when his master would let him. He slowly moved to the main room in the apartment where his master was sitting on the couch watching the television so he walked over and sat in his lap resting his head on the broad shoulder and stretching his legs to the other side of the couch. Feeling the strong arms circle around he nuzzled Amon's neck and closed his eyes. He sighed into his masters skin, "Master, may I ask you a question?" The older one nodded his head.

"How is it that when I'm suppose to stay at the office and never leave, I can come to your home and be with you." Amon moved the frail body in his lap to sit next to him. He grabbed Michael's chin with one hand and the collar with the other. "Because my pet you belong to me and I can take my property with me were I want. I made an agreement with Zaizen so that when you come home with me that you take nothing with you but your collar and the cloths I give you for the ride in my car and that's why you stay naked in my apartment so you have nothing on you to give information out with, and it makes it easier to have quick access to your body when I want you. Now no more talking tonight unless I say so." with that Amon crushed his lips to the young slave's in a hunger filled kiss.

Michael moaned and leaned into Amon trying to get his hand down the tight black jeans Amon wore but was stopped when a hand covered his. He frowned as his master pushed him back so he was laying flat on the couch, his naked body trembling as Amon crawled over him. Amon took off his black pull over shirt and threw it across the room. He unbuttoned his jeans and grabbed the waist band tugging them off along with his boxers. He reached over to the coffee table and snatched a bottle of hand lotion and squeezed some in his hands rubbing them together warming it up. He spread the lotion over his aching erection and moved Michael's legs to set over his broad shoulders so he could set perfectly between them. Amon looked down at his helpless slave seeing him lay open and waiting. He grinned and set himself to enter Michael who was watching with wanting eyes.

Amon entered his slave in one full thrust and held still inside him relishing in the warmth and tightness of the body surrounding him. He moaned leaning down and kissing Michael hard shoving his tongue in his mouth and mating with the other. His thrust were slow at the start, just gentle teasing thrust but his body needed more so he gripped Michael's waist to steady himself and he started going faster and harder in his body. He was pounding the boys body not giving a care if he hurt him or not, he kept the pace hard, releasing animalistic cries as he felt his release coming closer.

He enjoyed the pain filled screams and pleasured filled moans coming from his slave as he hit certain spots in the sore cavern of the red head.

All to soon Amon stiffened and sent his seed into Michael filling him so much it leaked between their legs. Moaning his slave's name he collapsed on top of the younger male feeling his still hard cock throb between their bodies, Amon moved to the side slightly and grabbed it. Smiling to himself he gave the straining cock a few good strokes, "You have been a good boy and I want you to come in my hand my sweet pet."

Michael didn't need to be told twice, while looking at his master's face his hips jerked up once and spilled his seed in his masters hand just as he asked.

Amon brought his soiled hand to Michael's mouth who immediately stated sucking the fingers like he does when he sucks Amon cock. Amon moaned at the feeling but once he felt they were clean enough he pulled them out and brought Michael close to him on the couch still stroking the body that he owned and slowly fell asleep.

Michael sighed resting his head on Amon's arm, 'Maybe being a slave isn't all that bad but….I still want to fuck Amon. Oh well I have a lifetime to do that.' he then followed Amon in sleep holding onto his collar.

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This came out of nowhere. Hoped you guys liked it. Let me know if you want me to continue.