In his dreams he saw a figure standing alone on a cliff, and upon closer inspection he saw it was himself. As he approached his mirror, the youth turned towards him and smiled, just smiled. When was the last time a reflective surface had shown him that?

A rope appeared in his hand, ascending to an unseen length. "Jack," he extended his empty palm towards him, catching his wrist and pulling him to the edge of the terra. "Swing with me." He wrapped his arms around Jack from behind, putting the rope in his hands and clasping his own around them. "I want you to see how it feels everytime you let yourself be used, and why you like it, craving more."

Then Jack pushed himself from the solid ground out to oblivion.

In a fit of panic, Jack reached back to grab at him, something, anything, but flesh slid through air and not even the cliff was tangible anymore. Everything was fading more and more, like a hologram, and Jack clung closely to the braided hemp fibers as his only option.

Upon reaching the center of it's swing, the momentum of the rope picked up, and soon doubled. Fear and adrenaline rushed through him like a pike being impaled through your chest and fading gently as it exits on the other side.

Just as Jack was as high that he realized how far below the ground -could- be, assuming it even existed here, another ledge came into view, only slightly more rough than the last. Standing with his hair and skin stark out against the darkness was his mirrored self again, wearing one discretely less article of clothing. He held his arms out to catch the incoming egret, but secured in his right hand was another rope, sporting a discretely less amount of connected strands.

Jack closed his eyes briefly, correctly predicting what would greet his sight with their reawakening. His five-year-old body smacked securely into its patient recipient. Once let down, Jack crawled over to the abyss and was promptly ill. When he had recovered, not yet daring to glance back, he queried the first concern that rose to his mind.

"What happens if I fall?"

There was a brief silence where someone clucked their tongue. "Oh baby, no wonder you're sick; you're not having any fun!"

Now there was a voice he'd certainly learned from. Jack would never say that he regretted anything, because to regret would be saying that you hadn't learned anything, and there were no lessons he desired to repeat.

"Are you done now, sweety?" Prior asked as he came into the bathroom and patted Jack's back. "Oh come on you're, what, twelve? Thirteen? And you've been selling everything about yourself you can for almost a year?" Prior paced contemplatively behind him in the small space, butt naked and smoking a newly lit cigarette.

"I'll teach you, honey, don't worry. I'll teach you how to enjoy sex for pleasure; sex for money; sex for old men; sex for children; sex for young hotties. Yeah, I'll teach you to enjoy sex for, with, and begging for pain."

Jack scrambled to his feet, swiping a hand across his mouth and making to gather his clothes from the bedroom. "I've got to go. Keep your money, and I don't want your lessons. I have a sick mother to return to and she's all I have left."

Following him out of the bathroom, Prior stood directly in his path. "Lesson number one: You can't lie to me, I know when you're doing it." He put a hand in the center of Jack's chest and pushed the much smaller boy back into the room until his knees hit the bed. "What an awful thing to say, Jack. But I'll let it slide this time."

Attempting his best protest, Jack ducked to the side, momentarily weaving away for the exit, managing to step into his shorts on the way. "Okay, you got me, I lied. Now I'm leaving."

"Here are my rules: Do what I say and I'll fuck you. I might do it gently or cruelly; it's for me to decide and you to wish for. Don't do what I say," Prior grabbed Jack's braid and pulled hard until he had the boy standing before the bed again. "...And I'll bring your body to the edges of release and leave you immobile and hanging. You will beg for me to screw you, I promise, sugar."

"I-" Jack began, but never finished as Prior's mouth closed over his own and an invading tongue slowly massaged at the senses within the slick cave. When the older man pulled away and licked his lips, his knees collapsed and Jack was forced to the bed, pained by the gradual tightening of his shorts.

"Here." Prior tossed him a black velvet collar that buckled in the back and joined on either side of a ring in the front. "Put it on and never take it off unless you're bathing. Let it be a reminder of what you are and always will be.

"I will pay you for each night you spend here as well as your food and laundry. Although I can tell there won't be much of the latter. I know that your mother is dead and you have little or nothing. Your empty house won't miss you."

Jack eyes were refusing to focus on anything, his mind detaching and drifting slowly away as it had done when his father had operated on his eyes while he wasn't sedated. All motions became mechanical, instead of their usual flowing grace. He reached up to tuck a lock of hair back from his face, staring blankly at the floor around Prior's feet. "What do you need me to do?"

A slow and sultry smile edged its way onto the dominator's face as he finished his cigarette and tossed it away behind him. "Tell me, sweetheart, how flexible are you?"

He blinked and looked up confused. "I'm double-jointed and hyper extensive in most areas of my body. I can assume many positions from various meditative states. I've been able to dislocate all of my limbs before, as well. Way more flexible than a Barbie doll, and by far softer."

Prior chuckled. "Good, good, but you don't have to encourage me, remember? You've already been bought." He laughed again and tilted Jack's chin up to meet his eyes. "Go down on yourself, kid, and I'll make you happy. Don't, and you'll be sorry."

"I... I've never even, but... Okay..." Shaking his head, Jack folded his legs over each other and braced his arms on the bed in front of him. Hesitantly glancing back up at Prior, he slipped his lips past the head of his own growing erection. He sucked slowly and then a bit faster as he took more of his own length in. It felt... unsatisfying, to say the least, and he'd rather have been performing the action on another.

Prior watched a few more minutes, grinning smugly. "Alright, pull up, that's enough. Just testing you, I've never seen anyone be able to do that before. Now lay back and be a good boy for your treat."

Thankfully complying, Jack stretched out on the mattress and looked at a far ceiling corner of the room, doing anything not to look at his employer hovering over his body. His vision became slightly blurred as Prior forced into him without premeditation or preparation, and he couldn't quite keep the small sound falling from his salted lips showing a twinge of pain. He muttered an explicative phrase in Centrian and let his eyes slide shut.

"Come on...ugh...bitch, wake up and look at me. Help me make this painfully sweet for both of us." Prior grunted primitively and slammed the remainder of his length into the willing body beneath. "You don't want this, so fight me."

That was more or less all the encouragement he needed and Jack pulled up his knees, planting his feet square on Prior's chest, and gave it a hard push, sending the older man tumbling back off the bed. However, as Prior was falling, he grabbed Jack's ankles and took him with him, immediately replacing his member betwixt Jack's thighs, hard and deep. "Good boy." He murmured and licked Jack's cheek as he thrust slowly into the child on his lap.

"No...! You're...ahhh...! FUCK, the pain... it's... please, stop!" Jack sobbed into his shoulder, mewling pathetically when he couldn't pull or kick free, only intensifying the discomfort.

"Yes, darling, I am. Doesn't feel worth the money, now does it? Are you still so set on being a whore?" He held Jack with a hand on each hip, slowing to a gentle nudging that made a quiet suction sound around the blood. Breathing in hitched gasps, Jack clung to Prior like a lifeline while he attempted to stop crying. "I have no c-choice. I have to live."

"Oh you always have a choice, honey, always." Prior caught Jack's chin and turned his face to look up at his own. "Did your daddy tell you the only thing you were good for was this?"

~ "That's it. Yes, good boy. Scream for me. Are you trying to say no?" Smack, punch, beat. "Come on, you know the only thing you'll ever be useful for is sex. Spread wider, bitch! Just what do you think you are, Jack? A boy? A girl? Just a plaything for old men like me? Yeah... Unnnnnmmmmmm.... Tight... fuck....!" Pant, pant, groan. "...Ah, thanks kiddo. What? Don't cry, it's only admitting you've lost." ~

"I heard it a few times, I guess." He sniffled and wiped his eyes on the back of his hand.

"Do you think he was right?" Prior shifted them back up onto the bed with Jack beneath him, never pulling out an inch.

"Don't you?" Eyes roamed over the ceiling and Prior's features. He looked nothing like the man who had abused him throughout his childhood. He wasn't old, maybe twenty at most, but experienced in more ways than the streets. With his choppy shoulder-length blonde hair and sharp green eyes, the lanky musculature only seemed to fit in making him look more dangerous.

His only answer was to look away with a frown of disgust.

Jack didn't even know what to take from it, but the silence was affirmative enough. Not knowing what else to do, he wrapped his bruised slender legs up and around Prior's hips, forcing himself back a little before impaling his body up further. He was strangely compelled to make the other look at him again and definitely with a different expression.

A small and soft moan slipped through Prior's lips and his hips involuntarily undulated into Jack's warm body. They shared another moan and thrust their hips together again in perfect synchronicity. Few sounds or phrases were exchanged after that, just the gentle slapping of slick flesh jerkily meeting slick flesh, penetrating the cove it lined and held. Over and over and over again, harder each time.

As they stretched further into each other, Jack quietly muttered every explicative he knew in three languages, and as he came screamed loudly, "HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!"

Prior panted lightly in Jack's ear, moving more quickly than the seed cooling against his belly. Three, four, eight more long strokes and his cum washed into the boy beneath him. "Very... good... boy." He said between breathing, as if he'd forgotten.

Jack just lay there looking at the backs of his eyelids, contemplating what had just happened. He had cum, and that happened so rarely that it was almost like sacrilege to do it so freely this time. It was almost that he felt it was a privilege to be earned and never received. After a few minutes of labored breathing and silence, Jack wriggled out from under Prior and walked to the bathroom, though it was just a bit more like waddling.

The last bit of his shed blood was disappearing down the drain in a swirl of warm pink water, when the static of his shower was interrupted by a long grinding sound. The door opened and someone was stepping in behind him, undoubtedly Prior, but at the moment it could have been anyone for how close to home Jack's mind was.

They didn't really talk anymore, at least in the conversation-type of communication. Just orders and obeying. It had been three days.

"Stand up and brace against the wall."

From where he had been sitting, staring blankly, on the grout and tiled floor, Jack stood up and spread-eagled, leaning forward with palms open, he rested them on the slippery surface in front of him. Something thin and long was pressed into him slowly.

"Un... Hyne... I'd heard you were always tight, but I had no idea it'd be like this..." It wasn't Prior's voice, but for some reason Jack wasn't surprised at all. He'd been expecting Prior to start pimping him at some point, probably when he was tired of fucking him every way everyday.

Another finger was quickly jabbed into him, and a tall, strong musculature was molded against his back and leaning on him. The man's free hand fumbled and molested his long hair, reaching through it from his scalp to where it terminated just over his other hand. He leaned in and smelled the freshly washed mop of it, quietly whispering obscenities in his ear and prying him open with another finger. All three separated as far from each other as far as they could, and just held him open for a long time. The hand that was in his hair left it and grabbed something from the shelf nearby, Jack's eye catching the edge of a crimson colored object disappearing quickly.

"Bend over more, let's see your insides."

Jack's fingers curled against the tile as they slid down the wall, helping hold up his body at a perfect right angle. A snap sounded, and a familiar scent drifted up in the humidity: Iodine. He used it when the cuts were too deep to be helped by a High Potion. All too often when playing with Prior, they were, and Jack had received quite a few new scars from the past week. Unfortunately, the longer he stared at the spot in front of him, the more lucid his mind became.

The rough edges of the bottle cap met the space around the man's fingers and shoved past, replacing them. A small sob was buried into his lip as Jack bit it to keep from voicing the sound. More of the bottle was inserted and worked into him, and when nothing else would move it, he tried twisting it and pushing harder. Jack forced himself to relax around it, and accept the foreign object that was leaking like a cock into him. The skin was already breaking, ripping around the harshness. ...And damn if the iodine didn't sting like bitch!

"So, whore, what's your name?"

Casual conversation being the last thing Jack expected at this point, he had to work for a moment to open his mouth without crying. "I am the March Hare." He was able to do little more than croak, and it took all of his concentration.

The man laughed, giving another violent twist of the contents in his hands. "Well then, Hare, are you enjoying this? Do you appreciate what I'm doing?"

He winced, and panted a moment before he could reply. "Are paying for me to be?"

The man finished his game, forcing the last bit in, letting Jack's skin engulf it almost fully. "No."

"Then I can only appreciate the experience as knowledge being entered into a proficient past. From my point of view, I assure you it's an unpleasant feeling." Jack was squeezing his eyes shut, and his whole face was screwed up in pain.

The man laughed again and yanked the bottle free, letting its contents drain from the other's body slowly, barely differentiated from the small amount of blood. "Well then let's see if you like this better."

Jack moaned loudly as the man pressed his entire impressively large length into his entrance. "Oh... That's definitely better..."

He grunted his approval as well, and slammed into Jack hard, pressing him more against the wall with each movement. It was such an intense change, so warm, so soft, so ...human, that both of them missed the sound of the shower door opening again until the sharp click of the hammer being cocked back echoed through the steam.

"Off. Now." Prior pressed the barrel of his own gun into the man's temple.

Jack gasped sharply and turned to stare at him. "Prior! What...? I thought you..."

"Shut up, sweetness. Face the wall again, and just shut up."

He quietly obeyed, and looked at the floor between his ankles, studying it so he wouldn't break into tears.

"Why should I get off? He seems to be enjoying it enough." The man said from behind him, not making any move to pull out.

Prior didn't hesitate to pull the trigger. He watched the body slump to the side and fall. "Are you alright, Jack? He must've broken in here while I was out."

He couldn't move, not an inch, save for the trembling that seemed to take him over when he felt the weight leave him and the blood run between his legs down to the drain. Eventually, he was able to at least turn and look at Prior with wide and unbelieving eyes. Then they turned to look down at his assailant, dead and nothing else. With a small sad cry he slumped down to his knees, and covered his face with his hands. "I'm such a whore, Prior, I didn't even know he wasn't supposed to be here."

Smiling gently for maybe the first time Jack had seen him, Prior reached down and pulled the hands away from Jack's face. "Yes, you are." He mused for a moment more and brushed the stray bangs back for him. "Pathetic...but pretty. Such a pretty puppy."

Jack's body flared at the words. He had to have more, it wasn't enough, he need the praise in those small derogatory words, needed it more than he needed life. Looking up at Prior with urgency, he leapt up and seized his lips, claiming them as his submission, and pressing his fully aroused form up against him, not caring how wet his clothes got. "Bed. Now." Jack said when they broke for air, leading him back to the other room.

Two days later, Jack stepped back into his house in Centra, inhaling the scent deeply with proud satisfaction. All of the food had spoiled and the mail was piled higher than his knees, but he didn't care. This was home, but it would never supply the need he found more desperate than ever. This is where it had all started too, or more specifically in his father's jeep in a barren field a few miles out from the edge of town. He hadn't known why it had happened or how, but the blood coursing through his veins and the tongue that flicked out to moisten his lips knew, they just weren't telling. How useful.

The people in his town either gave glaring or sympathetic looks to him now, both of which he just smiled to, knowing he'd laugh when they couldn't find satisfaction in just living. They would never understand his hunger, a pity for them. And when they might scorn him to his face, or pull their children away, he'd only laugh, because this pretty puppy could find other ways to bite.

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