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“It’s me. I have the girl in my possession.”
“Yeah? So, it’s true what they say about you. You really are the best.” Luke said chuckling.
“If all goes well, I might have her ready early for you. Of course, there would also be the convenience fee of that.” Sebastian said, trailing off.
“If she’s ready early, then that’s all the better. I wouldn’t mind, I’m quite eager to have another bitch for my use. Just make sure you’re not ruining my property. I’d love to get her earlier, but it doesn’t mean that you get to be sloppy and do what you want. I want no marks on her, you’re not scarring my property are you Sebastian? Only a Master has the right to permanently mark their slave and that’s going to be me. So you better not be leaving anything on her by the time she’s in my hands.” He said, his voice held an edge to it that Sebastian didn’t like.
Sebastian laughed sharply. The man had the audacity to call himself a Master. No. He wasn’t, he was only an owner in their circle and if he was trying to pass himself off as a Master then he’d be sorely mistaken. There were only 16 true Masters spread across the country, and aside from his family, he was one of 4 that were still active in the immediate area.
“I’d be careful calling yourself a Master Jackson. Don’t think you’re anything above an owner in the Society. Having the right to call yourself a Master is something that is earned and is precious to the members in our community. If you value your life, you won’t be referring to yourself by that title in front of me or my peers again.” Sebastian warned.
The man laughed at what he said, his arrogance on full display and Sebastian could only hope that he would take his words seriously. Luke could think he was joking all he wanted, but Sebastian witnessed men being slaughtered for attempting to be something that they weren’t. The men were fools and believed themselves untouchable because of their wealth and thought that them being brought into the fold as owners meant that consequences wouldn’t be applied to them.
“I mean it Luke.” Sebastian growled.
The man immediately stopped laughing, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
“Fine. You may be a Master within the Society, and I may only be an owner. But make no mistake, once she’s in my house, I am her Master, and there’s not a thing you can say or do about it. I know how to handle these whores. I’ve been through enough of them to know.”
Sebastian’s interest was piqued. He remembered their initial conversation and recalled the man saying he’d just gone to his father a month ago. His eyes narrowed, Luke Jackson hadn’t been in the society that long from what he could recall. He was already going through his slaves much faster than the normal buyer would.
“You trade them quickly. I’m impressed, How many slaves is that now?”
The man laughed darkly, there was something in his laugh that sent a chill down Sebastian’s spine.
“As I’ve said before I like to be rough with my slaves. It takes a certain person to withstand my form of punishment. If they push me past the point of no return, I prefer to make myself the last thing they see and feel before I bury them six feet under. The ones that have survived aren’t really there enough anymore to be of use to me, if you catch my drift.”
Sebastian let out a breath quietly, his skin crawled at the depths of depravity this man seemed to carry in him. He knew it wasn’t his place to judge or demand certain treatment of another man’s slave. That was the whole point of the Society, to cater to the men’s darkest wishes. Each person was allowed their desire, no matter how dark or morbid it might be. It was their money to spend as they wished. If they had enough money to replace their slaves, then there was nothing they could do about it. So long as they weren’t caught or had the feds on their ass, then they were free to do as they pleased. They would be watched if there was cause for concern, and they’d be dealt with if it was discovered that it would be leading up to that. Even though the Society itself was far from ordinary or decent, they still prided themselves on being civilized and intelligent. There was no desire for them to be attached to a psychopath that would risk the discovery of the Society that was kept secret all these years.
“I’ll be keeping in touch if anything changes.” Sebastian said as he hung up the phone. He thought over what to do, and he figured he’d still go with his original plan. He put his phone in his pocket and sighed as he glanced at the clock. It was nearing 2 in the morning and as he put the final touches on his plan, he stretched and went to his room to shower and finally got into bed.
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He walked down a long stretch of dirt road. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for exactly, but something pulled him towards the lake. The cold wind howled around him, the wind whipping his hair back and forth. The arid desert dust kicked up as the wind picked up speed. He’d reached the lake bed and saw something sticking out in the shallow water. Curiosity got to him, and he stepped into the lake, the cold water up to his knees as he reached the black lump.
His eyes widened when he realized it was a person that was slumped over in the water. He reached them, and turned them over. Blue, lifeless eyes stared into his own. His skin crawled, his blood turned to ice, and he desperately looked around for something, anything to help him. When he looked back down, the water was now crimson. The boy sank lower, his body drowning and bathed in blood. Blood covered his hands and he jumped as Ciel’s body lunged forward towards him.
Sebastian jumped awake, startled from his nightmare. He sat up, his heart pounding from his dream. He was drenched in sweat. Putting a hand to his head, he checked the clock, 3 AM. He sighed and got out of bed, and back into the shower. He showered once more, letting the hot water wash away his nightmare. His brow furrowed, he’d never had a nightmare like that before. Not one so vivid and so lifelike. The image of Ciel laying there in an endless sea of blood was stuck in his mind. He swallowed, and turned the water off. He toweled himself off and put on a clean pair of pajamas.
He grabbed the key to the boy’s room and quietly made his way across the hall. He unlocked the door and quietly slipped inside. Moonlight bathed the room, the boy’s silhouette on the bed casting a shadow on the far side of the room. He crept up to the bed slowly, not wanting to wake the boy. He got onto the bed carefully, and sat on the side the boy wasn’t on. His dark hair like ink against the pillows, Ciel curled up and breathing softly into the pillows.
He took in the boy’s peaceful expression. So this was what he looked like when nothing troubled him, when he wasn’t crying his eyes out, or angry at something Sebastian had done. His brows furrowed, just what was it about this particular boy that had him all twisted up inside? What was it about this boy that got under his skin and made him so emotional inside? No other slave seemed to make him lose his composure like Ciel did.
The boy’s earlier words coming back to him then. I love you. Was that why he so readily took what Sebastian threw his way? He remembered the boy’s look of jealousy and anger while he took Elizabeth in the dark room. The dichotomy that was this stubborn child; and yet he came apart so easily at Sebastian’s touch and warm words. Oh…
It dawned on him then. It was no wonder he couldn’t reach fully into the boy's mind despite the month they’d already spent together. The boy had the mind of a Master, trapped in the flesh of a slave. And he willingly chose to submit to Sebastian. He was fire, and strength. He was powerful. He was like him . He reclined and settled next to him, smiling as he thought of what to do next at this new revelation.
The boy rolled over then, his head settled onto Sebastian’s chest as he sighed and relaxed further. Sebastian felt the movement of the boy’s chest, the rise and fall of life within the boy. He swallowed, and wrapped an arm around him. He sighed in relief at the tangible feeling beneath his hands that Ciel was alive and breathing.
His mind wouldn’t break, but his spirit still could. But how does one go about that in his situation?
Maybe, just maybe he would keep the boy instead like originally planned, or at least until he’d figure out what made the boy such an anomaly. He was proving to be quite the challenge after all.
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Ciel awoke the next morning alone, though he could have sworn that his pillow had the faint scent of Sebastian on them. He shrugged it off as him being too needy. He went and brushed his teeth and showered, his thoughts drifting back to the previous day. His Master’s threat looming in the back of his head. He gave himself a once over in the mirror, and he strengthened his resolve to make his Master love him. He’d play the good Pet. He would make Sebastian love him enough to never let him go. He heard the door being unlocked, and he rushed into his spot at the center of the room, kneeling on his knees as Sebastian came through the doorway. He looked at his Master as he crossed the room to him. He smiled when he took Ciel in.
“Good morning, Pet. I hope you slept well, you’re going to need it.” Sebastian said. Ciel swallowed as he remembered what he’d committed to. Relaxing himself, he straightened his back, and spread his knees further apart.
“Good morning, Master.” Ciel purred, keeping his voice pleasant. Sebastian circled him, appraising him and he’d kept his eyes downward as he did so. Polished black oxfords stopped in front of him and Sebastian lifted a hand to his chin, angling his head upwards as he leaned down to kiss him.
Ciel kissed him back, allowing his Master’s tongue entry when he demanded it. He whimpered into the kiss. It was so easy for him to let go and give in to what Sebastian wanted. Sebastian lifted him up into his arms and onto the bed. He was spread on the bed with his legs hanging off the edge and he whimpered as his Master reached a hand up and stroked him, he moaned as he thrusted into his fist. He let out a cry into Sebastian’s mouth as he pinched and pulled at his nipples. A warm, wet mouth circled his other nipple and he was trembling as he gripped the back of the man’s suit jacket.
He was completely lost to this man. He didn’t care if what Sebastian did was wrong, he didn’t care if loving him meant that he was broken and had gone crazy. He’d somehow managed to worm his way into every single part of Ciel, his heart, his mind, his soul, and his body. It was in this moment that he knew with every fiber of his being that it wouldn’t matter what Sebastian did to him, he’d always love him. His heart felt like it could burst from his chest as he screamed out for his Master, his orgasm violently coursing through him. His Master released his cock just as his orgasm hit, his mouth replacing his hands as he sucked him through the rest of his orgasm. He swallowed all of Ciel’s release, his tongue teasing the overly sensitive head as he tormented him briefly.
He pulled off of Ciel, smiling as he went back up to kiss him. Ciel sighed as he returned his kiss. Sebastian pulled away, chuckling
“Come now pet, let’s get you some breakfast.” Master said. He walked the boy to the kitchen as his housekeeper and chef put the finishing touches onto the boy’s plate.
“Thank you, Paula.” Sebastian said.
She smiled, and placed Ciel’s plate down in front of him, followed by coffee for Sebastian. She asked if they needed anything else. When Sebastian declined, she disappeared down the hall. Sebastian reached for the newspaper in front of him, flipping through the headlines and then to the financial section.
Ciel ate his food, a thought came to his mind in that moment, though he was unsure if he should ask or not. He debated on asking Sebastian, for fear of it would only anger him.
“Yes, Ciel?”
The boy looked up, surprised that Sebastian knew that there was something bothering him.
“May I ask a question, Master?”
Sebastian took a sip of his coffee before answering.
“Go on.”
“How do you guys have staff? I figured it’d be hard to have this many people in your house while also keeping the Society a secret.” Ciel asked, as he chewed and swallowed his bacon.
Sebastian was unbothered by the question, he supposed it would seem odd since the boy had witnessed the wait staff not bat an eye at the slaves serving their Masters during his observation night.
“Mine and my family’s wait staff and housekeepers come from a long line of staff that worked for the founding members. Mrs. Jones at my father’s house is Paula’s mother. She and her family have worked in Mr. Clifton’s family for almost as long as the Society has existed. When George Clifton’s father passed, his staff and estate were allocated and split amongst the current remaining Society members. While most of his assets went to his son, the rest was split amongst the rest of us. Since secrecy and discretion is of the utmost importance to us, it’s easier to pass on the previous staff, as they’re accustomed to dealing with people like us. They don’t mind looking the other way because we pay them enough for their silence and loyalty.”
Ciel listened with intrigue. He nodded, satisfied with his answer. He pursed his lips, another question.
“May I ask another question?”
A flip of the newspaper, and then silence.
“No. We have things we need to do, so finish eating, and then meet me in the dark room when you’re finished, Pet.” Sebastian said, before closing the newspaper and walking away down the hall leaving Ciel to finish his breakfast.
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Ciel made his way to the dark room, his stomach in knots. If yesterday was any indication of what was to come, then Sebastian’s words this morning were all the more troublesome. He opened the door, and it creaked open, announcing his presence. The light was on in the room, the dim incandescent lightbulb barely able to light things up, giving the room a much seedier feeling. His Master was crouched down in front of Elizabeth and upon Ciel entering, he turned to look at him.
A smile on his face that had Ciel’s stomach flip flopping with anxiety. He closed the door and took a deep breath before turning to face his Master.
“Ah, there you are Pet. Glad you could join us.” Sebastian said, rising and walking over to lean against the wall. It was then that he noticed that Elizabeth’s mouth had been taped shut. Ciel briefly wondered what she had done to make Sebastian do that to her.
Sebastian put his hands in his pockets, eyeing Ciel, he said not a word.
Ciel’s heart was in his throat, the silence apart from Elizabeth’s cries were bothering him. He cleared his throat
“Why is her mouth taped, Master?” He asked wearily, hesitantly, as if he knew the answer would be one he wouldn’t like.
Sebastian’s smile only widened at his question.
“Her mouth is taped up because of the things she’s said. She told me that she would replace you. That she thought she’d be better fit to be my slave than you. She begged me to keep her and to sell you instead, Pet.”
Ciel clenched his fists. His anger overrode all common sense at this moment. Of course the day after his master thought about selling him was when the new slave would be fighting him for his Master too. He glared at the girl laying on the bed. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to shake her head in an attempt to dissuade him. I knew it. I knew she’d be nothing but trouble. Why did she have to ruin what we had going?
“What are you going to do about it, Pet?” Sebastian goaded. He walked around Ciel, circling him. He came from behind, and placed a whip in his hand. “I thought you said you’d do anything for me? You’re going to let someone steal the man you claim to love so much? Hm?” He said, his lips at the shell of Ciel’s ear.
“I’m going to prove her wrong, Master.” Ciel said. The anger rising and unfurling within him. He’d stepped forward, raising his hand, and the whip came down again, and again. The girl cried out at every strike.
Ciel didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, even at the sound of her screams. The vision of Sebastian fucking her in his head, of her and him together laughing as Ciel was sold. The vision of him calling her his pet in his head was all he could think about as he exerted himself.
He brought his hand up once more and moved to bring it down. A hand caught his own, his Master leaned over him from behind, his hand preventing him from lashing her one last time. Ciel was breathing heavily, his Master shushed him, cooing in his ear.
“That’s enough of that, Pet.”
He angled Ciel's head towards his, bringing their lips together. He was pulled back against the wall, he turned to face his Master, his hand reaching up to wrap around Sebastian’s broad shoulders. Their lips colliding in a fiery burst of passion. He kissed the man with everything he’d had. The fear and anger of losing him driving him.
Sebastian pulled away, a smirk on his lips as he leaned in to whisper in Ciel’s ear.
“Get out. You’ve turned me on, and I’m going to fuck her now instead of you. You’ve served your purpose.” Sebastian said softly. Ciel’s eyes filled with tears, his master’s words like a bucket of ice water over him. Elizabeth’s cries were in his ear as he finally calmed down enough to take in the scene before him. The girl’s ass and back bore witness to Ciel’s rage. Angry red marks, one of them on the verge of splitting open and bleeding.
His Master spoke once more.
“Get out Ciel.” He said sharply as he moved towards the bed, beginning to unbuckle his pants. Ciel staggered back as he left the room, he fell back against the door to his knees and he tried his hardest to keep it together as he listened to Elizabeth’s sobs turn into moans.
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The door opened, and Sebastian stepped out. Ciel couldn’t bring himself to look Sebastian in the eyes. His suit was still in place, not a wrinkle on his clothes, nor hair out of place despite fucking Elizabeth. Ciel wanted to hate him. Ciel wanted to piss him off as much as Sebastian did to him. But another part of him knew that he’d always love the man despite the things he did. He’d accepted every part of him for who he was.
“Here.”
Sebastian shoved the girl’s backpack at him. He finally looked up into those crimson eyes and saw nothing but his usual perfected mask.
“Master–”
“Go to your room, Pet. I’m tired of you.” Sebastian said coldly.
He took a breath, and he turned and walked away from his Master to his room with nothing on his mind but making Sebastian pay for his actions. If his master was going to sell him, then Ciel would make him regret his decision. If Sebastian wanted Elizabeth to be his slave instead of him, then he’d be the best slave his master had seen. He’d seduce. He’d allure. He’d make his master want to fuck no one else but him