Breaking a Will (18+)(Private)

[Guest Eornostlice]

The older man was aware of Elise's smile as she watched them go, his mood changing for the better. It seemed like an overall good day, not minding the rather headache-worthy begining of it. He glanced back at the boy as he spoke and noticed the slight difference in attitude but said nothing about it.

 

"Just two of then. One was Ann. She has always been rather bad with directions. It took us a few good hours to find her. The other was Mare. She sneaked out of her room at night before I explained the garden to her and got herself stuck in a tree." As he spoke, Egon's voice sounded somewhat amused. It was not all that long ago but compared to her personality now, it seemed like she was a completely differently person.

 

In a way, it was not really a surprise. Mare had the roughest background of all. She mostly likely still was unable to talk about it, the only reason why he knew of it being the papers that were brought to him upon purchasing her. Sold at 8 year old, ending up in the hands of a sick pervert. Malnoutished and abused in every possible way. She was passed from master to master due to her disobedience and pure stubborness that came from her will to live until she happened to catch Egon's eye. Perhaps she was the most similar to Damion out of all the 6 that lived there.

 

There was one major difference however. Mare's stubborness never overcame her logic. She was quick to understand what was happening when given to opportunity to, her instinct being shockingly accurate.

 

The house was now in full sight. The exterior walls were painted a peaceful shade of blue, the metallic door at the entrance being white. Right at the entrance of it stood a tall man, seemingly waiting for something. His appearance was rather similar to Ann's, but obviously much older. He wore a dark outfit that looked much like a guard's, his big frame standing out. As they approached another readhead got out, wearing a similar outfit despite being a girl.

 

"Good afternoon Master." The two spoke almost at the same time as they bowed. Bowing seemed a strange custom all 6 developed over the years and Egon neber questioned nor required it.

 

"What are you two doing?" The master glanced at them suspiciously. Surely, it was strange for Ann to be dressed in such an outfit and as far as he rememebred it was not the other male's turn to play guard today.

 

"We are switching out Andreas and Adde for lunch. Is that no good Master?" The girl was the one to speak. She seemed rather hyperactive but her voice was coated with sweetness.

 

"No. Actually that works perfectly. Send the two of them here. This is Damion. He will be staying here from now on." Egon did not use a lot of words but the two seemed to be intrigued. Afterall, it has been literal years since someone stepped inside the place to stay. The master's gaze fell back on the boy. "You have already met Ann I suppose. This is her older brother, Edwin."

 

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Despite his big frame, the redhead smiled in a gentle way, much like how Mare did towards Elise and Ann. He was perhaps ten years older than his sister, easily noticeable from looks alone and his personality much clamer. The younger sister seemed to want to say something but was stopped by a pat on the head. It was not unusual for the elder brother to act like a brake. "Please excuse us Master, the two at the gates are waiting for us to switch."

 

"Yes. Go ahead." Egon no longer spent any time outside, stepping into the large hallway. The design was rather similar to that of the mansion's with door to each side of the wall. But unlike the mansion, each door was labeled. The four bedrooms on the left had Edwin and the girls' names on them -Edwin's room placed next to Ann's, the one belonging to Mare having a "do not disturb" sign hanged on the doorknob. On the right there were two other rooms, having the names of Andreas and Adde on them.

 

It was obvious that the second house was not meant for receiving guests, having no livingroom, the only other two rooms in the house being the toilet and the kitchen.

 

"It is no good. Most likely Mare fell asleep so it is best we do not disturb. Let's wait outside." The way that the man spoke seemed natural, as if he was talking about a friend or relative that was better to be left sleeping and not without a reason. The raven girl was the one that worked the most, her moments of rest being rare.

[Sathenus]

Following the older man silently Damion slowly felt his rebellious nature returning despite the fact that he was still very much sore, what could say? He could only behave himself for so long, and apparently even one day was to long for him, that just made a small smirk cross his face, eyes scanning over the layout of the area around him. Damion knew that he would have to have the whole layout of the place down before he could make his escape attempt, so he was paying extra attention despite not feeling like he would ever need to know where this building was after today.

 

Glancing back to where they had been going just as they arrived his eyes scanning over the two standing before them, of course he recognized Ann, it was the guy standing beside her that he didn't know and he looked him over with rather suspicious eyes. Not because he truly expected him to do something, more of just because that was how he was and he felt like doing it. Damion didn't reply to the greeting he received from Edwin, in fact the look he got from the other man -though similar to what he had noticed Mare give to Ann and Elise- did nothing but put him on edge.

 

Maybe something was wrong with him? Could he really not accept even the smallest show of kindness? Something inside of Damion told him that it was just a show, that they would show you kindness just to weaken your defenses then hit you the hardest in the one way that would completely shatter you. It was that thought that hardened him and made it so his attention went elsewhere though he didn't speak, the action spoke volumes in itself. He wasn't remotely pleased or willing to be here, but he had agreed to do so because it didn't really seem like saying no had been a good idea at the time.

 

Watching the two leave he glanced back towards the older man when he entered the building and after hesitating he followed eyes scanning what laid before him, it just seemed like a long hallway, rooms on either side. 'This is it?' he thought to himself not remotely impressed, with the kindness he had seen from the man towards the girls, and even the way he talked to Edwin he would have expected more when it came to how he had the others accommodated. Then again it just made him wonder why he was the one stuck staying not just in the mansion with him but the same room. Something told him that the fact that he wasn't castrated was just a simple way of dismissing the subject, but he felt like there may be more behind it.

 

After all he had no interest of bringing kids into this world to being with -despite the fact that he honestly didn't swing that way- why would anyone want to bring a kid into it when their fate would be the same as theirs? It made no sense to Damion, but he assumed there were others out there that didn't mind their slaves reproducing, he obviously was not one of those people.

 

Drawn from his thoughts when he heard him suddenly speak saying that they should wait outside because Mare had fallen asleep, instantly he raised and eyebrow and was about to question him. 'Why did it matter if she was asleep or not? What was with him?' Confused honestly just finding himself more frustrated he didn't reply just followed him back outside before crossing his arms over his chest once more. "Is introductions really necessary?" he asked his voice making it clear that he wasn't remotely interested.

 

Alright, so his attitude had come back earlier than he had planned, and he knew he should watch it considering his owner seemed to actually be in more of a good mood and he shouldn't ruin it... but he couldn't help it. Not to mention when would it be necessary for them to know him and vice versa?

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon was quick to notice the sudden change in the boy's personality but it was not exactly enough to annoy him or ruin his mood in the slightest. If anything, it put him in a better mood. How? It was rather simple. The man has always prefered liveliness over dead eyed slaves, something that could be easily observed just by looking at the seven he now owned.

 

"You will be living here so isn't it natural for you to meet everyone?" The older man raised his eyebrow as if his answer was too obvious to even be mentioned, stepping outside the building himself. "All three are much older than you, actually older than me but they are nice to have around and have their own quirks. I simply think you should get used to them. The three males are the ones holding the guard duties for a few hours a day. Otherwise they are helping out the girls."

 

If any of the other six were present, surely they would have been left in awe at how much their master spoke in one go. It was unusual if not completely out of character.

 

Egon's gaze was resting on the younger man, as if taking in his features. "Why are you against meeting them in the first place?" The question was spoken in the same gantle voice as before, being motivated by pure curiosity and nothing more.

[Sathenus]

"Natural maybe, necessary absolutely not." Damion replied with a shake of his head as he leaned back against the building, he didn't see why it was necessary for him to meet any of them. He didn't care who they were, or what their relationship may or may not be to the others, wasn't interested in what their duties were or why for one reason or another they were treated with a kindness that Damion wasn't used to seeing being associated with slaves. It... made him nervous? Something along those lines anyways, it just seemed so unnatural for them to be treated that way, not to mention the respect he seemed to have for Mare and her rest? What was that about?

 

He wasn't sure, but Damion wasn't really sure he wanted to know either so he didn't comment on it, instead he just turned his gaze back towards the greenery that was the garden and his interest in that. So two had been lost in there before, but he had apparently manage to find both of them not to long after, 'Bummer.' he thought with a soft sigh. There goes any plan he may have had of losing himself deep within the garden and allowing himself to slowly starve to death, okay maybe there was more wrong with him than he wanted to admit. Especially if he had so easily planned a way out even if that way out was a bit more literal than most would think.

 

Drawn from his thoughts when he was asked why he was against meeting them in the first place he kept his gaze averted, "I'm not. It's just not necessary." he replied defensively. Okay, even he was aware of how evasive that sounded , but it didn't matter. He didn't feel it was necessary to meet them, and maybe he was trying to avoid doing so, that was his own business and his attitude showed it clearly that the other man wouldn't get more out of him as far as this was concerned.

 

Keeping his gaze averted he decided instead to focus on the rest of the garden stretching out before him, a small sigh escaping him as his eyes scanned over it. He would make sure he learned the garden itself, but he had no intention of getting to know or even interacting with any of the other slaves living on the property. After a few minutes of silence he turned his gaze back to the older man, and watched him now instead of the garden, figuring that there wasn't really any reason for him to watch the greenery when it wasn't moving.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The grumpy attitude was back alright. And it was back in absolute full force. Egon shook his head as a sign that the youth was simply way too stubborn and for now he was not going to push the issue. It seemed to the man that Damion was rather repulsed by the reality -not that he was even remotely shocked by it really- and that he prefered to live in a state of denial. At least that was the feeling that the boy left him with, a unique type of narrow mindedness that came from pure useless stubborness and longing.

 

Longing for something he would not be allowed to have ever again in this life. It was not even sad anymore, perhaps a little cruel given how the fate seemed to have other plans for the boy. And those plans just happened to overlap with the older man's.

 

Egon's gaze remained fixed on Damion in silence, knowing perfectly well that any attempt at conversation would be completely uncalled for and futile. The boy's gaze was locked for the longest time onto the greens, but as he turned towards his master, their eyes locked. A small smile appeared on the man's lips, making him look like he had something to say but the peace was interrupted before he could by two overlapping voices.

 

"Good afternoon master Guilbert." Just like everyone else, the two gave a little bow at the sight of their master.

 

Both of their builds were similar to Edwin's, the type that could definitely hold their ground if a fight were to start. But that was not the most striking fact about their appearance. Actually, the first thing one would notice was that their faces were identical. Green eyes, pale skin and longish brown hair, one wearing his bangs swiped up while the other allowed the locks to freely cover his eyes. Twins.

 

"Perfect timing." Egon spoke softly, nodding. "This is Adde" he pointed to the twin with his bangs in his eyes, sign that he could easily tell them apart despite the fact that their outfit was identical "the younger of the two and this-" the man continued as he poonted toeards the other "is Andreas, the older brother."

 

Thw twins' eyes fell on the boy but none of them talked. Instead, the one known as Adde smiled naturally.

 

"His name is Damion." The master clarified, earning a nod from both of the twins.

 

"It is a pleasure to become aquiriances." Unlike his younger brother, Andreas seemed much more reserved and formal, giving one the feeling that he was not one to smile much. Even so, the twins, just as the rest seemed to be very respectful towards their master.

 

"Thank you. You may go now. I do not want to waste anymore of your lunch time." With the introductions out of the way, the man could feel relief. That was one thing on his list that has been cleared. "Damion. Let's go finish the walk." Unlike his voice earlier, that was definitely an order as he walked back towards the fountain.

[Sathenus]

Damion noticed the smile that had crossed the other's face when their eyes had locked on each other, making him think that he was about to say something only for two different voices to break into the silence that had spread between them. Glancing in the direction of the voices he noticed two more men, these two looking way to similar for their own good, and as he was introduced to them he just raised an eyebrow, did his new owner have something with buying siblings? Not sure but also knowing in the end he didn't really care he just pushed the thought aside, though he didn't say anything if anything at all he just watched them with hard uninterested eyes.

 

Finally one of them spoke, the oldest he remembered, though it wasn't really much of a greeting if he was going to be completely honest, not like he really wanted or needed one. It was when he heard his owner speak that he glanced up at him telling the two that they could go, before he spoke to him and he heard the tone change making it clear it was an order and not a suggestion. Glaring after him he grumbled but turned and followed him back in the direction of the fountain mumbling under his breath the whole way, he didn't like receiving orders but at the same time he figured staying with him would be better than sticking around there with the twins.

 

Trailing along after him Damion made no move to catch up to him or to remotely keep pace, in fact he was just more and more frustrated with his current situation with every step. Glaring at the ground as he walked and letting his hearing help him know whether or not the older man had come to a stop at any point. It was a few minutes of walking in silence like this before his hard eyes raised from the ground and landed on the other's back, right now he very much felt like a puppy trailing along after it's new master and he wasn't very pleased with that comparison.

 

Then again the puppy had more rights then he did, so even then that wasn't completely accurate. 'That's ridiculous.' he thought to himself angrily. If anything could annoy him more than he already was with his current situation it was the knowledge that even an animal had more rights than he did all because of something he had no control over, he was under eighteen when sold. Not a legal adult and thus had no say, his eighteenth birthday had been just five torturous months later, and by then it didn't matter everything had been signed and finalized.

 

It came down to the fact that despite everything he blamed his parents for all of this, it was their fault he was where he was now, their fault he was far from home and not a free man, all because they were cowardly and took the easy way out of a hard situation. He was sure they were living good lives now, and probably pretended that he had never existed, he was sure any proof of his existence in that family was gone. You would think that would make him feel better, but how could it when he knew they were out there living better lives, free, and he was here, a slave, a possession.

 

After a moment he glanced around where they were, they had made it back to the fountain by this point and so he finally spoke, "You could just spare yourself all of this trouble and send me back." It was sudden, and honestly not what he had originally thought about saying, not to mention he highly doubted the man would consider it, there was no way he would get all of his money back for returning him but at least he would get some of it back and that was what all of his previous owners had done anyways. So why prolong it? He figured he could just send him back now and spare them both the next few months, "I won't listen to you, no matter what. It would be easier on both of us." Okay that may not necessarily be true, life at the agency was far from good or easy, but at least then he was left alone for the most part.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man knew that despite his words which were definitely an order the boy was not going to object. Damion did not seem exactly like a people's person, even much less so as he dared to openly complain about it a few minutes prior so Egon did not doubt the fact that he will do as he is told this time around. Realistically speaking, most of the master's orders were similar in nature and could be explained by saying he was the type to put one between a rock and a hard place with any of his demands, some choices mild and some downright outrageous.

 

Egon glaced behind him, directly at the youth but not really paying attention to the his so called logical suggestion or perhaps complaint - whatever that was supposed to be, coming to a stop however in front of the petal decorated fountain that Elise already seemed to have finished cleaning.

 

"That will not happen." The older man did not seem to hesistate as he spoke, the earlier gentleness of his voice vanishing and being replaced by something comparable to confidence. He did take a few moments to consider wether or not he was going to explain himself or if it would even matter before deciding that no matter what, the right choice was to show his resolve in order to wipe away any hope that the boy had on being released.

 

"Was I not clear enough when I took an oath upon myself on how you will not manage to escape my grip?" His tone was domineering, leaving no room for doubting his seriousness. "There is no longer any place other than this one for you, wether you accept it or not. I am one that always keeps his word, no matter if the promise was made towards a friend, a stranger or someone whose life I have bought myself. You will not have any escape. And even if you were to find a way out of this place, you would still not be able to escape me. This is what I swore to you."

 

The man ran his fingers through his bangs, swiping his locks of hair away from his face which only revealed more of his facial expression which was as resolute as his words. His attitude alone made it clear for anyone that was to see him that there was absolutely no chance to make him change his mind or reconsider. "Either way. Isn't the place much better than the plave they kept you in before selling you? Mouthy kids like you are not treated gently at all there and you'd probably end up chained in a dark room with no food. Not like you need me to explain that to you anyway."

[Sathenus]

“What do you think keeping me is going to accomplish? Other than a headache.” Damion replied his eyes hard, he wasn’t pleased to hear that he wouldn’t be sent away, that he had no intention of ever letting him get away from him, that he wouldn’t be able to escape his grip and even if he did manage to escape that he wouldn’t be able to escape him it frustrated him to no end. Why did he seem so intent on keeping him or making him understand that no matter what he wasn’t getting away from him? Did he really think he was going to accomplish anything by keeping him around? If so, he was going to be sorely disappointed.

 

He couldn’t help the laugh that came from him when he was told that a mouth kid like him wasn’t treated gently at all in the agency and that he would probably be chained up in a dark room with no food, believe him when he said he was well aware of that. He had gone quite some time without food until he had decided to behave long enough for them to feed him, but that wasn’t the point he was a little frustrated to be called a kid but made no comment on that part of what was said. “I highly doubt a mouthy ‘kid’ like me will be treated gently here either. At least there all I would have to do is pretend to behave myself to get out of it, but that won’t work with you will it?” he replied his tone almost taunting.

 

In the end Damion had no problem playing with fire, he was just hoping that the more he pushed the more the older man would actually want to get rid of him. If he was so intent or breaking him then fine, but he had no interest whatsoever to make it remotely easy on the other man, he was going to make it as difficult as possible no matter what it meant for him in the end. Damion didn’t care what sort of punishments he endured, how he was treated, or even if the other liked his attitude, he was not going to give in without one hell of a fight and considering no one had managed to break him yet he doubted that this man would be able to either.

 

Sure his first punishment had ended in him listening for a very short time, but that was more to save himself than anything despite still being sore it wasn’t in him to behave for very long and he had already behaved himself longer than normal but not as long as he had originally planned. “If you want to just lock me in a room I wouldn’t blame you, but I am more than capable of starving myself, I don’t need assistance in doing so.” He commented as he set his hands on his hips and watched the other with determined eyes. Damion had already pretty much been doing so since his arrival having eaten little to nothing the night before and refusing breakfast this morning, feeling he had every right to starve himself. Not to mention if he was already starving himself no food wasn’t a punishment, it would just seem more like he was getting what he wanted.

 

Knowing he was pushing his luck at this point he didn’t care, he didn’t care if he ruined the other’s good mood or if he pushed him too far. He after all had to learn just how to push the older man’s buttons to get the reactions he wanted the only way for him to do so is with trial and error, he would have to keep pushing and testing making notes of the responses until he finally figures out what he seemed to be allowed to get away with and what was actually punished. Unfortunately for the other man letting him get away with anything wasn’t a smart idea, it would just ultimately encourage his bad behavior.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon was not in the least moved by the boy's attempt at dominance, not finding it worthy of an immediate reply. He just stood in silence. If anything, the older man was slightly impressed that the previous day's punishment made him keep his mouth shut for so long, having expected him to be back to his usual self in the morning rather than now when it was already past the noon. He folded his arms in a relaxed manner, watching the water rather than watching the boy, as if the boy did not do anything but make him a little bit displeased with having to state the obvious so many times in a row.

 

"My objective... despite it being related to you I do not feel the need to explain given your attitude. As to wether or not your stay here will be pleasant... that is entirely up to you. I thought we have already discussed that. If you want to starve yourself to death so be it. Who am I to care about some suicidal brat that runs his mouth off. Do not try to test my patience however."

 

Their eyes connected, Egon's gaze turning strict and cold. "I have no plans to either lock you up or starve you. I have much better ways to discipline disobedient ones like you and yesterday's punishment can be taken as nothing but a mild warning. Do not compare me to your previous masters and mistresses. Wether your stay will be heaven or hell, it is something your actions will decide."

 

Locking him up? Not feeding him? Hah. If his behavior didn't change anytime soon, he was going to wish to be starved and locked up instead. The man did not think too much of such childish methods. Denying basic functions were not the way he was looking to follow truly, exactly because of its lack of effectiveness. Instead, he was going to discipline him through humiliation and pain for his mistakes and reward him when he managed to control himself.

 

The man wanted to break Damion slowly, step by step right through his defenses, without giving the boy any chance to do anything but learn.

[Sathenus]

Damion rolled his eyes at the response, "I highly doubt even if my attitude did change that you would tell me the truth." he replied his tone making it clear he was annoyed with the older man. Maybe it wasn't smart for him to be so frustrated with the other man, but he couldn't help it. It was just to easy, everything that came out of the other's mouth frustrated him to no end and he couldn't for the life of him figure out what the man didn't just send him back and insisted on dealing with him to begin with. Shaking his head when he was referred to as a suicidal brat, okay so sure he wasn't eating, not like he should be, and he did in a way have a death wish only because he knew it meant he would be free, but still, he wouldn't refer to himself as suicidal.

 

On the other hand he was quickly getting used to being referred to as a brat, considering it seemed to be one of few things all of his owners had in common. "Who said I was comparing?" he replied his voice just as cold, he had never said he was comparing the other man's punishments to anyone else, had just stated if he had wanted to lock him up and starve him then fine, he was starving himself already and locking him up would just mean he was being left be like he wanted. It seemed like a win in his opinion. He however, hadn't outright compared anything, even if he may have been mentally doing so, but that wasn't something he would admit to.

 

"Yesterday's punishment was unnecessary." he added as if that was going to make a difference, he highly doubted that the older man had seen it that way, but to him it had been. Just because he hadn't followed a stupid order to put a stupid choker on, or to show his back had ended in something he felt was completely unnecessary. After all the stupid thing was around his neck and secure -despite multiple attempts already to pull it off- and the older man had managed to look over his back not having seen anything just like Damion knew he wouldn't.

 

He knew he was being overly stubborn, and arguing was not going to get him anywhere, that didn't stop him from doing so though and he highly doubted that anything truly would stop him from arguing. It was just who he was, his hands were still firmly placed on his hips and his eyes just as cold, he wasn't pleased with the answers he was receiving, if you could even call them answers. To Damion they just seemed like ways of avoiding his actual question, especially when he had been told that the older man's objective when it came to him he felt like he didn't need to explain because of his attitude. Whether or not he had an attitude he was sure that he wouldn't explain it to him anyways, did any master really explain that to their slave? He doubted it.

 

Turning his gaze back towards the fountain himself he watched the water, normally such a thing would be calming to him but not in this case. It did nothing to calm him as he glared at it. He hated this, more than the others obviously did, they all seemed accepting and rather happy with their lives and though he should be happy for them he just found it even more frustrating. What type of world did they live in to allow people to become possessions? Damion was sure that he wasn't the only person who felt this way, but it came down to the fact that as a slave his opinion didn't and wouldn't matter when it came down to it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The boy was grumpy, alright, but still not enough to make the older man upset in the slightest. He continued to watch his little slave, feeling amused at the way he glared at nothing, sign of frustration. Not being the one getting irritated was nice for a change, that was for sure. In about one day the brat managed to get him pissed enough to apply punishment and impressed enough to give him more freedom.

 

Of course, that fact was not something the man would tell Damion, probably because he would take it as a compliment and see it as something it was alright to do rather than understanding what he did wrong and what he should not repeat. He'd need to keep a rather tight leash when it came to the rebelious young man if he wanted to succeed.

 

"As I said. Disobedience will bring pain and punishment no matter how insignifiant you find it. It is not something you are required to agree with, because it simply does not matter. Wether you accept it or not the results will always be the same." Egon stated everything like a matter of fact kind of thing, looking relaxed. "You see, there are two things you need to rememeber. One, I do not accept any of my orders to be rejected. They are not optional. And two, I always keep my word. I gain nothing from lying to you especially since I do not even have the obligation to answer. "

 

His straightforward words came out easily, spilling the truth with no effort at all. "If you would choose to behave, you will come to enjoy this place and get the answers you seem curious about. That is a promise."

[Sathenus]

"I am well aware my opinion doesn't matter, I don't need the reminder." Damion replied watching the older man, he had been more than aware of the fact that when he had said that the punishment he had received the day before had been unnecessary didn't matter. The only reason why it didn't was because it was his opinion, and as a slave anything he thought or said didn't matter in the end. No matter what he said unless it was agreeing with his mater or mistress it didn't matter, and that was something he was well aware of. Did it stop him from voicing his thoughts or opinions anyways? No of course not, it just meant that he knew in the end that no one would pay them any attention or he would just be told to shut up, more times than none it had been both.

 

Rolling his eyes when he was told that there were only two things that he needed to remember he shook his head at the first one, that was the same as every master or mistress that owned a slave. You follow orders when they are given without objection and things are fine, you object or refuse and then there is a problem. It was common sense, that didn't mean that Damion was going to listen, and he had thought he made that rather clear the night before. Being punished or not was not going to change the fact that he did not like taking orders, he didn't care how simple the order was or if it really impacted him in any way, he wasn't going to willingly obey any of them and during that one percent of the time where he did as he was told without an objection it was just because it was a simple order like the one just a moment ago to follow the man.

 

"Ha, I won't be behaving anytime soon." he replied his voice making it clear that was a promise, he had no interest in behaving and didn't care if doing so meant he would have a pleasant stay here. Something told him that the older man didn't really want him to behave that easily anyways, he had noticed it in his eyes the night before while punishing him, he had been looking for a challenge, someone to break and he thought that he was capable of breaking him. Well, Damion was more than up to the challenge and trying to prove him otherwise, and he didn't care how long it took him to do so he was going to put up one good fight.

 

"Now we can either stand here all day and make absolutely no progress in who is actually in charge here or you can just show me whatever it is you wanted to show me so we can get this day over with." he added after some silence had passed between them, he understood how that came out a bit demanding. Honestly he hadn't intended for it to do so, that didn't remotely mean that he wasn't happy that it was in fact more of a demand than an actual suggestion. He wanted to end this day and the sooner he was shown whatever it is that the older man had wanted to show him the sooner he hoped they could part ways.

 

It seemed like the more time he had to spend with the other man the more irritated he got, especially whenever he was referred to as a kid or a brat. He was eighteen after all, a legal adult and he hated that he was still referred to as a child, and sure maybe his behavior was childish and that he should grow up and accept his position but he wouldn't. His spirit had not been crushed enough to allow him to do that, and he was not about to let anyone crush it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man was not angry nor was he impressed by the clearly defiant words that the brat was so brave to clearly announce out loud. In fact, this could be said to be all within expectations.

 

A cruel smile played on the older man's lips, his mind having been changed yet again by the young fool which was constantly testing his limits and searching for possible escape doors. How useless. Such a shame... for sure, the marks of yesterday's punishments were anything but not healed, such quick results not being humanly possible. Yet Damion managed to earn his master's annoyance by even considering he stood a chance in the fight for dominance. The mere idea was laughable, and Egon just set his mind on proving it, guaranteeing that the young man's words were not going to be overlooked.

 

If he were to let the brat get away with such belief, for sure, the future would be filled only with troubles. The only way to avoit it was by proving him wrong, and that exactly was Egon's intention.

 

There would still be one hour until lunch. He could tell because before he had left the office he was diligent enough to check the time. That one hour was surely going to be more than enough to express what dominance and cruelty meant and how they blended together.

 

"There is no need for a debate on such a stupid topic. Come. Let's go back as I have changed my mind. I will show you exactly who is in charge."

 

Unlike earlier, the man did not expect the boy to obediently follow him, especially since it was more than obvious what this situation was heading to. He grabbed the boy's wrist, pulling him along back towards the mansion.

[Sathenus]

Watching the older man as a rather cruel looking smile crossed his face he could tell that this probably wouldn't end well for him but at this point he didn't care, the only way he was going to figure out just how far he could push was to continue to do so. So when he was told that he had changed his mind only to tell him that he was going to show him exactly who was in charge Damion knew without any doubt what that meant and had no intention of following him and seeing what exactly it was that would be waiting for him. Even as his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled along behind him, Damion didn't make it easy by allowing himself to be pulled along.

 

He repeatedly tugged at the grip on his wrist and planted his feet on the ground to at the very least make their progress slower since he knew in the end that it wouldn't stop it at all, his eyes were hard and hate filled as he was pulled along. Growling softly as he pulled against the grip again, he mind could only begin to consider what might be waiting for him after his obvious challenge to the other's dominance. It just came down to the fact that Damion would challenge it whenever he got the chance, he didn't remotely care if it meant he was going to be punished in the end as long as it was quite clear that he was not going to do as he was told or just behave himself.

 

The closer they got to the mansion the more he protested to being dragged along like a child, his free hand gripping the hand that was closed firmly around his wrist. "Let go." his voice was clear and made it obvious that he didn't appreciate nor did he enjoy being pulled around, especially considering the grip was tight enough to make it quite clear he wouldn't be able to just tug it free.

 

That didn't stop him from trying to do so of course, it just meant that in doing so he was hurting himself more than anything, especially when the hand on his wrist would just tighten slightly with his attempt to pull his hand free. Of course he wasn't remotely pleased with how easy it seemed to be for the older man to pull him around by his wrist, despite his struggling and best attempts he just couldn't seem to be able to really make a difference or even disrupt the other's pace.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Protests were simply useless and meaningless in Egon's mind, given what his temper was known to be. Once he decided for or against something, it would be final with no way of stopping. That is exactly why the boy's struggles were not paid attention to at all as they reached the mansion.

 

It was only by the door that the man came to a stop, lifting Damion up and over his shoulder, much like one would carry a heavy weight such as a sack of potatoes rather than a person. The boy's rights were simply not important right now -actually did not matter at all- and his action clearly stated so. Afterall, carrying someone, if one has the required strength, is much easier than pulling them by their wrist.

 

Entering through the office and exiting in the hallway, the man did not stop even to notice Mare, who was initially dusting the painting on the walls look with pitiful eyes towards the boy, being more than aware of what he was going to endure. She really had no words to say, also knowing that the boy most likely brought this upon himself.

 

Egon was quick to climb onto the second floor and walk to the other end of the hallway, heading towards the locked door through the empty room. The door was opened and closed after them, the boy getting roughtly thrown on a bed before the lights were finally turned on.

 

Without turning on the light, the room was pitch black, no sunlight getting inside as the windows seen from outside were proven nothing but a choice of design that would hide the truth. The room was simply said sinister. The walls and ceiling were painted black, the floor being only a shade or so lighter. Yet the unsettling feeling one would get was not because of the color, but rather because of the items decorating the closed space.

 

Different types of chains were hanging on the wall, a strange wooden table that seemed to have metalic pieces similar to hancuffs attached along with a strange mechanism with dangling chains from above meant for legs, a few dark wooden closets dispersed in the room, each having one word spelled out in bold letters across the doors such as "HEAD", "TORSO" and the such. The entire room seemed to be decorated with such nightmare-worthy mechanisms and items, some with unclear uses. The bed in which the boy was thrown was not any less creepy, handcuffs hanging from the bedpost.

 

The Black Room, as Egon had chose to refer it as, was the one room that took the longest to be modify, being specially prepared as an obvious punishment room- or to be more exact, torture room.

 

The boy was still free but the appearance of the room made it clear that he was not going to stay that way for long.

 

"If you want this to be over quickly, then strip. Make me do it myself, and I shall enjoy this until you beg me to stop and lick my feet."

[Sathenus]

Damion tried to escape as he was pulled forward, being grabbed and put over the other's should as if he was nothing. Struggling in the other man's grip he pushed against him, tried to wiggle out of his grip and didn't care if it meant he would land on the floor or not as long as he was released and capable of getting away from what he knew was coming. Of course he was aware of the fact that he had very much brought this onto himself but something about it was far different from the last time he had gotten himself into the position of being punished and he did not want to learn what the difference was.

 

It unfortunately seemed as if all of his struggling was in vain considering he didn't manage to wiggle free, he was briefly aware of Mare as they passed her and the look in her eyes didn't make him any happier if anything a small growl escaped him at the look. He didn't need or want any pity from anyone, and he knew that the look on her face was exactly that, he managed to prop himself up enough to glance over his shoulder and see where he was being carried to.

 

His curiosity peaked when he noticed that they were heading to the room that he had asked Mare about earlier that morning, watching as it was unlocked before he was carried inside the door shutting behind them and plunging them into darkness. A huff escaping him as he was rather carelessly and roughly thrown onto a bed, when the light was finally turned on he blinked squinting against it for a moment before his eyes finally adjusted and managed to take in the room around him.

 

Instantly he felt a sense of dread sink into the pit of his stomach, but he refused to allow that to get to him as he quickly took in the room around him and everything that was in it, then his eyes moved to the bed he had been thrown on looking it over and he was already well aware this wouldn't be pleasant. Not like he had fooled himself into thinking anything that this man planned to do to him would be, his eyes returning to the other as he spoke telling him that if he wanted it to be over quickly to strip.

 

Damion had absolutely no intention of doing that and he was sure the look that crossed his face stated as much, even if he wasn't about to be punished... or whatever exactly was about to happen to him, he still wouldn't strip when ordered to do so. "You are absolutely insane if you think I'm about to strip." he replied his tone rather cold, he didn't care that he was facing something that was going to be extremely unpleasant already, and he didn't care about the threat of this not ending until he begged him to stop and licked his feet, he would do no such thing.

[Guest Eornostlice]

His order was refused just like he has expected but the man's cruel expression stayed in place. He was not going to comment on it any longer, but his slave's fate has just been sealed. With absolutely no gentleness, in the same time as his order was refused, with a swift grab of the boy's right foot, one of the cuffs attached to the bed post has been locked onto his ankle with a metallic click. The cuff's chain was not long enough to allow the brat to get off from the bed with that leg and that seemed like more than enough for now.

 

"Did you not want to show me who is actually in charge earlier? Go ahead. Show me now." His words were as cold as the tone the other has used but also mocking. If he allowed the kid to actually believe he had a chance to be dominant without punishing him, how would he be able to tame him? How would he make him understand his position?

 

The master got off from the bed only moments later, heading towards the sink in the corner to wash his hands before going for the sinister-feeling closets and opening them almost carelessly. He scanned the contents, each more suspicious and horrifying that the previous. From the previous night, he had learned that the boy reacted well to pain and this experience was not going to lack any of that.

 

He was just about done picking up the items that he deemed necessary in order to teach his little slave a lesson about his standing when the man's eyes fell on a small collection of long thin pieces of steel that were kept kept in a glass display, placed inside the piece of furniture marked with the word "lower body". If what the boy hated most was being touched and humiliated, then that was exactly what he was going for. That was exactly why he picked one of the smaller piece of steel along with a regular size bottle of sterile lubricant before making his way back to the bed after having ignored the bound body altogether.

 

"Say. Do you know what this is?" He asked in a passive voice as he held the small steel item that had a simple design: the entire length was smooth, the only exception being the end he was holding it from which had something like a ring attached to a tiny handle that was meant to be part of the mechanism that allowed the ring to be moved.

[Sathenus]

Surprised when his right foot was grabbed he tried to pull away but didn't manage to do so before he felt the metal cuff being secured around his ankle, he noticed how small the chain was as his hand gripped the cool metal. Despite knowing he wasn't going to be able to get it off he inspected the cuff in the hopes that he would at the very least be able to try to figure it out when the other's back was to him. There was a small part of him already ready to panic, not because he was afraid of what was to come but because anything resulting in him being restrained in any manner just brought that reaction naturally.

 

A scowl crossed his face when he heard the man speak his eyes went from the cuff around his ankle to the other man, it was quite clear chained to this bed -even by one ankle- that he was not in any sort of position to show any type of dominance. The obvious mocking just irritated Damion even more, watching as he got up from the bed and moved to the numerous closets around the room seeming to gather the items he wanted for the punishment, while the other was doing that Damion took the chance to once more scan the room trying to think of an escape option.

 

Knowing that if he didn't manage to slip out of this that it was going to be far worse than the simple punishment of the night before, and despite finally figuring out what this room was meant for he did not want to remain inside of it as he moved on the bed closer to end that his ankle was restrained to in order to inspect his options better. He was drawn from his inspection when he heard the other speak eyes moving to him as he held up the slim metal device, only to ask him if he knew what it was.

 

Damion was sure he could give it one really good guess considering whatever it is was not going to be pleasant but he didn't speak instead he just watched the other with hard eyes, gritting his teeth as he did so. Obviously if he was being asked what something was it was probably among the first things that he was going to figure out the use of, he remained were he was, having moved closer to the right bedpost in order to be closer to the chain that made it so if he tried to run he wouldn't get very far -he could quite easily tell his leg wouldn't even make it off the bed with the small chain- and that it would be a failed attempt.

 

In doing so he had managed to put some extra space between him and the other man, and was watching him with cold eyes his mind racing. After a moment he knew he would just have to take whatever punishment was about to be dealt and worry about his recovery from it later. Not speaking he just remained quiet where he was, finding in this moment that not speaking could be just as bad as if he had given some snappy comment.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon could not help being amused at the sudden change when it came to the brat's big mouth, further reassuring him that the previous punishment was effective enough, even if the results were not immediate. One could not ask for too much right from the start anyway and if that was what it took to break him, he was alright with it.

 

The man dropped the misc items on the bed together, climbing on the bed himself but instead of repeating the actions he used the previous day, he pulled the boy between his legs, wrapping one arm around his body to press the boy's back to his chest. The gesture might have been seen as intimate if not for the forcefullness and the look on the man's face.

 

"What? The cat got your tongue now? Wouldn't it have been more practical to keep quiet earlier instead of provoking me?" The words were harsh but he did not seem angry, simply cold. "I repeat the second time. Strip. Take your shorts and underwear off and I will not tie your hands. If you refuse again, I will first secure your hands in the back then have you blindfolded while i toy with your body."

 

Egon caressed the boy's face from behind in a gentle manner with his free hand, his sharp gaze burning its way though the youth. "Tell me. Which will it be?"

[Sathenus]

Damion's eyes scanned over the numerous items that had been so carelessly dropped onto the bed before the older man climbed back onto it, trying to get out of hands reached when he noticed that he was being reached for he didn't manage to accomplish that. Being rather roughly pulled between the older mans legs and pressed against his chest he stiffened, an arm being wrapped around him and being kept firmly in place. It didn't stop him from struggling against him and trying to get free though his struggling also made the chain connected to his ankle jingle and it seemed loud in the silence of the room.

 

Ignoring the words that were being spoken he grit his teeth, it was when he was once more ordered to strop that he opened his mouth to speak only to be told if he refused again he would have his hands tied behind his back and be blindfolded while the other man toyed with his body. Considering the fact that he was sure no matter what he did this wasn't going to be pleasant and because of his dead set determination not to undress for the other man he refused again, "No. I'm not going to strip." he replied though his voice showed a hint of a new emotion.

 

He just absolutely refused to undress like he was being told to do so, the last thing he was going to do was willingly put his body on display and in a very vulnerable situation. The hand gently caressing the side of his face made him try to pull away from his master, he didn't like the touch in this type of situation, it unnerved him and made him even more nervous about what he knew was going to happen. Eyes scanning the room he tried to think of a way out of here and out of this building, he did notice for the first time that there were no windows in the room, the light being the only source of light available in the rather decent sized room.

 

His mind went over what Mare had told him and Damion felt himself get even more nervous, this room had finished being renovated just before he was brought here, obviously his arrival or the arrival of some disobedient slave had been planned. It made him wonder why exactly the man behind him wanted such a slave, what did he think he was going to accomplish by buying someone so disobedient and having to repeatedly punish them? 'Maybe he gets some sort of sick joy out of my pain... out of other's pain...' he thought to himself as pushed against the older man's chest in a way to push out of the grip.

[Guest Eornostlice]

As his order was denied the second time, unlike the previous day he did not say it a third time. Each and every attempt at making him understand they were not requests and definitely not choices was shortened. If choices were what he desired, then it would be the exact one thing he would not get, even if that meant no way to escape his punishment. Despite being kind most times, he certainly was strict.

 

Egon reached out for the red rope and pulled it near with his one free hand before skillfully catching both of his arms and with little difficulty despite the boy's struggles managed to tie them both behind his back tightly. He did not speak a single word more, not until the red blindfold was tied into place as well, blocking his vision altogether.

 

One would think after going ahead and doing as he promise he would proceed with the punishment. But Egon had plans on his own and they were definitely anything but something that Damion would consider pleasant.

 

"Thinking about this. I have never done anything with a man. I wonder if I could get actually turned on by you." In truth, his words were nothing but pure taunting, feeling somewhat curious as to what kind of reaction would the boy show in such situation. Despite being open minded towards such inclinations, the man did not feel himself sexually attracted by the brat in his arms. Perhaps if he could prove himself to be a little cuter he would actually reconsider but he was not going to voice it out.

 

Instead, the man slipped his hands underneath the boy's shirt, caressing his smooth skin, making his earlier words even more believable. "Writhing beneath me. Wouldn't that be actually quite the punishment? Maybe you'd end up begging for more."

[Sathenus]

Once his arms had been secured and tied tightly behind his back Damion stopped his struggles, obviously there was no chance of him escaping his punishment, not at this point. He didn't struggle or make it hard to secure the blindfold over his eyes plunging him into darkness, what was the point after all? If he couldn't use his hands or arms then he was at the man's mercy anyways, he might as well just submit in that aspect even if he bowed his head forward in an attempt to put more space between them.

 

Damion didn't like how close they were, but he also didn't like it when he heard the man speak, having just expected him to get on with whatever it was he was going to do knowing that it would be unpleasant. Stiffening at the words he honestly didn't want to find out if he could arouse the man, he didn't even want him to touch him normally, much less sexually. It was the feeling of the old man's hands slipping beneath his shirt and caressing his torso that made him grip his teeth, unfortunately he knew that if the man did continue to touch him in this manner his body would start to react.

 

'Damn it!' he thought to himself hating how his own preference for men was going to get him into a rather sticky situation, to make matters worse his inability to see threw it into a whole knew light. Forcing his mind to think about something absolutely repulsive and ignore the feeling of the other's hands on his chest and running over his skin he growled, "Stop touching me." he grit out despite knowing that doing so was not going to get him anywhere, and knowing his luck wouldn't make it stop.

 

A soft blush colored his face when he heard the man speak once more, instantly he tried to pull out of the other's grip even if he knew it was a lost cause. "That's disgusting." he managed to snap despite his current situation, he didn't like the image that put into his head, he didn't want to think about him withering beneath anyone and begging for more. Maybe that wasn't the full truth, but his possibilities for that ever happening with someone he actually wanted to touch him were rather slim so it was best if he just turned himself off to it in general and got through this.

 

"If you are going to punish me then do it." he grit out, turning his head to the side as if that was going to make it so he could see the other man. It was quite clear that he was not new to tying a blindfold, just like the other day when he had done so he saw absolutely nothing. It was secured tightly in place and he knew there was no chance of it just falling off, unfortunately not being able to see threw his other senses into overdrive and he knew that this punishment would be more painful than if he could see it coming.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"Huh?" Egon was taken aback to say at least by the brat's reaction, which was unexpected in more ways than one. For once, he has expected the younger male to give him the cold shoulder like he had expertly done earlier on. Secondly, despite his words, the boy was blushing. The man could not be seen but of course, he was able to see the other perfectly, with him being inches away from his face.

 

Egon was surprised, true, but surprise did not not make him stupid, as much as it did not make him blind. An idea was starting to form into his mind, triggered by even more of that pure curiosity. It could not be that the kid he had picked up this time around... Could it be that he was actually swinging that way? The man felt like he had just caught on an interesting little secret and for sure he was not going to abandon it just like that.

 

Egon listened to the complaints without minding them in the least this time around, one of his tumbs having found its way to rub at one the boy's little nipples that seemed to get only a little perkier under the touch as a natural response to the stimuli that anyone would experience, but also finding himself quite taken with the new discovery.

 

Egon took advantage of the position to run his tongue over the skin of Damion's neck sensually, leaving wet traces. His other hand was already undoing the zipper of the younger man's pants, tugging down at the fabric of his underwear, but nor yet attempting to remove anything.

 

"Say Damion. You... are actually into men." It was not a question anymore. There was a hint of amusament in the man's voice as he ran his hand over the front of his slave's pants, stroking with feathery touches without a care. The whole punishment, in Egon's eyes, took a completely new direction.

[Sathenus]

A shiver raked its way down Damion’s spine when he felt the older man’s thumb rub against one of his nipples, cursing at himself in his head for his body reacting, even if he knew that anyone’s body would with such stimulation. It didn’t make him feel better for the reaction if anything he struggled to try to ignore it knowing that his nipples wouldn’t be the only part of his body to react to the touch, and the idea of that happening, in this type of situation didn’t just unnerve him but deep down scared him.

 

For the most part he had been able to hide his attraction towards other men, it had been easy considering any man that owned him he hated with a passion, it didn’t stop them from using his body. It did, however, allow him to ignore what was happening in the sense that he never liked it, for one reason or another though he was finding that hard to do this time. Barely managing to cut off a groan in his throat when he felt the man run his tongue along his neck Damion struggled to pull in a breath without letting any sort of sound escape him.

 

“Stop…” he said his voice was close to breaking, only for him to feel his pants being unzipped and pushed down as well as the fabric of his underwear being pushed down but not undressing. There was no verbal response from him at the words, he could tell that he wasn’t being asked if he was actually into men, it was being rather clearly stated. The fact that he hadn’t been able to hide it is what bothered him, a gasp escaped his lips when he felt the other’s hand start to stroke him through his pants, despite the touches being feather light he could still feel them as if they weren’t.

 

Shifting he tried to fold in on himself in order to stop the touches, in order to escape, a soft whine escaping him as he pulled against the red rope that was keeping his arms tied securely behind his back. He wasn’t about to beg past more than what he had done already, and even that wasn’t considered begging. Moving he tried to pull his legs in on himself as well, his right leg couldn’t move more than a couple of inches thanks to the metal cuff locked around it keeping it outstretched and unfortunately for him in a rather uncomfortable position.

 

Gritting his teeth, he continued to pull against the ropes binding his arms, he didn’t care if he rubbed the skin raw by doing so, hopefully he’d be able to break free and get away avoiding anything else occurring. “This won’t accomplish anything.” He grit out, hoping that by doing so he would make it so the other man would just release him.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon flat out ignored the boy's attempt at making him cease what he was doing as usual be them words or the way he was pulling his arms only to harm himself, the man being a bit too into what he was doing for his own sake. "Now Damion, did I not say that if you are to disobey my order, you will be tied up, blindfolded and have your body played with until you are crying and willing to kiss my feet just to make me stop? I always keep my words, you see? You cannot escape, only make it harder for yourself."

 

The master was surprised the most that the boy was not all stubborness and lack of reactions. Actually, he had a cute side to him, a vulnerable side that he was trying to hide from what the older man could tell and sadly for the boy, that just happened to work in his master's favor, who had already caught on to that weakness. Even more than that, Egon gained a new view concerning his little stubborn slave and his earlier question, despite having been asked only as taunting, has been answered. If the boy was to respond to his touches, for sure, he would be able to actually get aroused. He did not doubt it in the slightest.

 

Yet a punishment would not be quite the punishment if all the other felt was pure pleasure, be it forced or not. Both of hid hands had slid to the fabric of the boy's pants, and even tho one of Damion's legs were pulled towards himself, the man did not find pushing the pants down bit by bit until the boy's modestly was completely exposed. As he though, the earlier touches did affect the boy, even more than he expected it to.

 

Egon was smirking as he issued one final warning, wrapping his hand and sqeezing the boy's half hard member. "If I were you, I would not move too much. This will already be painful as it's your frist time taking someone like this, you would not want more pain to go with it, trust me." The thin metal bar was already in his other hand, along with the sterile lube.

 

Egon poured some of the lubrifiant directly on the tip, aware of the coldness of it. Yet the metal pressed down slowly, penetrating the narrow opening of Damion's urethra and further pushing down, little by little. In truth, it would have been much easier if he had done this earlier, before stirring up the boy, the first time insertion being much easier when one is not aroused but since it was a punishment, not a reward, a bit of extra pain would not matter either way.