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Subjugation, Adaptation, Revelations	By : Wagamama_hime Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 4002 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. I am making no profit, monetary or otherwise, off of this work of fiction.
A/N: For those of you who came back for more after reading Part I, thanks!   The same warnings (smut/shota/adult content) that applied in Part I still apply here. If you made it through Part I, the content here is definitely less “intense,” but still, sexual situations abound. In this Part, we will be introduced to some original characters as Ciel learns about his situation and gets accustomed to life in his new surroundings. I was surprised that I put a lot more plot into this than I had expected to when I first started writing, haha. So, maybe it’s difficult for me to write a pure PWP, but maybe that’s not a bad thing. Anyway, I hope this installment will be pleasing to you guys! ;) Let me know your thoughts!
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Part II—Adaptation
-Baths & the Basics-
When Ciel came to, he found himself on a plush, small bed in a strange room. His head was groggy and his entire body felt heavy and weak. He looked around the room, not quite sure where he was or what he was doing there. Moving to sit up, he was met with a painful protest from his sore muscles and abused bottom.
He whimpered as he quickly stopped moving, shocked by the pain he felt. Confused by the sudden onslaught of pain, Ciel pulled up the covers and glanced beneath them, surprised to see that he was completely naked underneath. What was more shocking to him, however, were the dark bruises he could see had formed around his hips. Then suddenly, everything that had transpired in that terrifying room came rushing back to him. Dropping the covers, he felt tears prickle his eyes at the memory of the assault and couldn’t fight back the shame and embarrassment he felt quickly consuming him.
“Wh…what happened to me?” he wondered to himself. Although he didn’t really have a name for it (Sebastian had called it “fucking,” he vaguely remembered), he was vividly aware of the throbbing pain and swollen feeling in his insides, along with the burning sensation emanating from the place that had been entered. He remembered… “Sebastian” had been inside him there.   And even though he didn’t quite understand what had occurred, he knew enough to feel violated. He felt dirty and used and he just wanted to run away from his own thoughts. More than that, he just wanted to get up and run away from this place, but his body felt so awful he was afraid to move a single inch.
He slowly rolled on to his side, ignoring the uncooperative muscles, and curled his knees up to his chest. He just wanted to die.   More of the hot tears began to run down his face and across the bridge of his nose, soaking into the bed sheets.
“Why is this happening? Did I do something to deserve this? Mom? Dad? Where are you?” he cried to himself, clutching the blanket closer to his body.   Just yesterday he was an average twelve-year-old boy. He didn’t have the imagination to come up with something like this. But, now his thoughts were consumed with what had happened to him, and even though he tried to think of “happier” times, those comforting memories were fleeting and hard to hold on to.
Ciel silently wept for what felt like forever. It was difficult to comfort himself as whenever his tears seemed to dry, a vivid image of something horrible would flash across his mind. But, soon, the small boy began to realize that he wasn’t the cause of what had happened to him. Feeling despondent, but more angry than anything else, Ciel decided he wasn’t going to allow himself to sulk. If no one was going to help him (a painful truth he had learned when his pleas went unanswered yesterday) then his only option was to help himself.
Groaning with discomfort, Ciel slowly pushed himself up to a seated position. He rubbed at his swollen and irritated eyes. Glancing around the small room again, he took in the fact that although the room was artfully-appointed, it lacked an important attribute—a window. He frowned at this discovery, wondering where exactly in the building this room was located. As his discerning eyes passed along the walls, which were adorned in gilt-embellished red wallpaper, Ciel could see a large bookcase, a dresser, and a vanity. He noticed a door tucked into a corner to his right and assumed it led to a bathroom of some sort. The door he was most concerned with was the one directly diagonal from the bed he was currently sitting in.
Ciel shifted his body until he came to the edge of the bed and swung his legs over. He frowned when he noticed that his feet hung an inch or two above the ground.   Pushing slightly off the bed, he stumbled on to his feet.   He winced as his body’s weight settled upon his aching hips. He had been able to ignore the twinges of pain when he was shifting about in bed, but now the pain was much more prevalent.
Grabbing the sheet he had just been covered with off of the bed, Ciel wrapped the thin material around himself, like a cloak, in an attempt to cover his nakedness.
“Ungg…” he groaned as he began walking—no, waddling—around the edge of the bed, using his left hand on the bed as support.
Even though he was trying to ignore his body’s pain, because he knew it would just be a reminder of how he had been violated, it was hard to ignore the feeling between his legs, and inside of him, that made him feel like something thick was still lodged in there….as if his body had melded to the man’s shape and would never return to normal again. He bit his lip to prevent himself from crying and to hold back what promised to be a whimper.
With slow steps Ciel finally made it to the door. Panting slightly, Ciel reached for the handle and pulled down on it.
Nothing happened. The door was locked.
Ciel stared at the brass handle as if it had betrayed him in some way, even though he had expected that his escape would not be that easy. But, Ciel could not explain why he felt the tears beginning to form again, as if he had faced some great defeat. Shaking his head in frustration, he limped away from the door toward the only other door he saw in the room.
Pushing against the wooden door, which gave way easily, Ciel found himself in a simple white powder room with a toilet and a sink. There was no window in this room either. There was also no mirror, but Ciel was silently thankful for this, understanding in some subconscious way that he was not prepared to look himself in the eyes just yet.
Turning away from the simple room, Ciel hobbled back over to the nightstand by the bed. Opening the drawers, the boy frantically searched through the contents, looking for a weapon of some type. He was not going to continue being a victim.
Hearing a soft scraping and clicking sound coming from across the room, Ciel felt his heart jump into his throat as he realized that someone was opening the door.

Pocketing the key to the boy’s room after he had finished using it, Sebastian slowly pushed the heavy wooden door open.
The first thing his eyes took in was the sight of the young boy huddled in the corner by the bed, wrapped in a cloak like a small child fresh out the bath, staring at him with those wide blue eyes, looking terrified.
Stepping into the room and pushing the door shut behind himself, Sebastian did not address the boy right away. They engaged in a staring contest of sorts for a few moments. Sebastian’s thoughts flooded with memories of their previous encounter and as he looked at the boy his eyes took on a richer chocolate color. Ciel, on the other hand, was similarly experiencing flashbacks of his previous encounter with the tall, dark-haired stranger, but none of his recollections were pleasant.
Without noticing it, a small whimper escaped the boy’s throat. Ciel stepped backwards, bumping into the nightstand. He felt behind him until he had cleared the obstacle, continuing to back up until his back bumped into yet another impediment—the wall.
“My my,” Sebastian said with a grin, “don’t you just look like a scared little kitten. I’m surprised you’re up and about so quickly. It seems you have a lot of potential.” He stepped towards the boy and saw the boy’s expression change from one of abject terror to one of open hostility.
“D-don’t come near me, you monster!” Ciel warned, voice wavering.
As intimidating as Ciel may have believed he was, what with his furrowed brow and pouted lips, Sebastian only saw him as a hissing cat. If the boy’s show of disobedience wasn’t so out of line with the way things operated here, Sebastian might even have found the display endearing. But, endearing wasn’t going to get the child anywhere and he quickly needed to learn his place.
“Seeing as how you still have much to learn, and I may have been a bit too… vigorous in our initial indoctrination, I am going to excuse your petulance until I have had a chance to properly train you.   For now, I want you cleaned up and ready for our next meeting.” Sebastian explained indifferently.
“No way!! I’m not staying here with you! Where are my parents?? Bring me to them immediately!” Ciel demanded, some of his old arrogance returning to him.
Sebastian narrowed his eyes at the boy’s tone, and began to stalk towards him. At that moment, Ciel remembered that this man—the man with the cold eyes who was much bigger and much stronger than him—was the one who had brought him all the pain he was currently feeling, and he was sure he was capable of delivering it again, tenfold. He suddenly regretted his show of bravado, and began to whimper and tremble.
“Ah, so now you remember your place?” Sebastian asked as he stopped within a few inches of the cowering child. “But, let me make it clear to you: the more you mouth off and the more you disobey me, the more I make this a living hell for you.”
Reaching out to gently caress the skin underneath the child’s chin, Sebastian then roughly grabbed the boy’s chin, forcing the boy’s large blue eyes to focus on him. “You are an object; my toy. Right now, you are in this room and treated like a human being because I like the look of you and haven’t grown bored of you yet. Feel grateful that I still want to fuck you,” Sebastian breathed into the boy’s ear, causing him to shudder. “I badly want to fuck you, and I can’t wait to introduce you to all the ways I’m going to get inside your little body, your mind, your soul…”
As he released the boy’s chin, and stepped away from him, Ciel continued to shake and tears slipped from his eyes.
“Nooo, please, please, don’t do that! I want to go home. Don’t do this to meee,” he wailed.
Rolling up his sleeves with a sigh of annoyance, Sebastian frowned at the boy. “It is clear that you do not understand your role here. You belong to me. And you are here to serve me. If I want to, I’ll fuck you whenever and however I want.” Sebastian explained. He watched the boy’s eyes widen and then fill with tears as he whispered “Nooo,” and began to shake his head in denial.
“M-my parents! My parents will come find me! You can’t do this!” he protested.
Sebastian pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose and shook his head in frustration. “‘My parents, my parents,’” he said mockingly. He then smirked at the trembling child. “What makes you think your parents don’t know that you’re here?” he asked. Ciel’s eyes reflected his disbelief.
In one stride Sebastian was towering over Ciel, cornering the small child against the wall.
“You lived a lavish life; like a little prince. But you didn’t know that your parents were in a mountain of debt, did you? They owed a lot of people money, but most importantly, they owed the most to me. They knew when they signed the contract that one of the sources from which I could collect was their beautiful little boy,” Sebastian whispered as he brushed a strand of hair away from Ciel’s face.
“N-no,” Ciel whispered, “my parents would never let you…! They wouldn’t just give me away!”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Who cares? You belonged to me from the day they signed the contract. They defaulted on their loan and I collected. I took what was mine.”
Ciel looked away from the intimidating man, but was forced to stare into those harsh dark eyes when the man grabbed his chin again, this time gaining a small whimper of pain from the boy.
“I am not going to say this again. Go take a bath and be prepared for me for the next time I call upon you. Do not refuse me and do not make me angry. It is in your best interest to try your hardest to please me. The longer you keep me satisfied, the longer you remain in my good graces. You don’t want to see what happens when I no longer favor you,” Sebastian hissed at the boy.
“What d-do you want from me?” Ciel asked in a small voice.
Sebastian smirked. “The same thing I took from you last time.”
Eyes growing wide and panic setting in, Ciel didn’t think before he reached out and grabbed the man’s sleeve, his small fingers sinking into the fine black fabric.
“No! No! I can’t do that! Please! It hurts! It hurts too much,” he begged the man.
Sebastian stared down at the place the boy was gripping him with disdain, and then tugged his sleeve out of the boy’s grip. “If it hurts, that’s your problem. You serve me, not the other way around. It’s your job to make it so that your body can accept me. It feels great for me,” Sebastian said, the smirk returning to his features, “so great that I’m going to want to do it lots and lots. So, you better learn to like it.”
Ciel’s features crumpled at the man’s cold and dismissive words.
“You’re filthy,” Sebastian noted as he turned and began walking toward the door. “Take a bath and await my call.”
With that, Sebastian pulled open the heavy door and in a matter of seconds he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

Hearing the slam of the door, Ciel’s legs gave out and he slid to the floor in a defeated slump. He could not understand what was happening here. The idea that his parents had used him as a bargaining chip to secure a debt was unfathomable. But, if what Sebastian had said wasn’t true, then why weren’t his parents here? Why weren’t they trying to find him? Was he really going to stay here for the rest of his life as the toy of this sadistic man?
Ciel didn’t have long to ponder these distressing thoughts when a swift knock came at the door. He looked up in surprise, wondering who would knock seeing as how he had no way of opening the door to anyone. However, that was solved for him when he heard the sound of the door unlocking and swinging open.
Standing in the doorway was a young man with long, straight black hair. His eyes were downcast and he stood in the doorway with his arm held out beside him, as if he were beckoning Ciel to walk out in front of him.
“U-um, excuse me,” Ciel’s small voice questioned from his place on the floor. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”
The man seemed to hesitate for a moment, as if he was in deep thought about whether he should answer the question or not. “Bath,” came the curt response.
“Am I to follow you?” Ciel asked quietly. The man’s only response was one quick nod. Ciel could sense that he would not get much more information from the man, so he shakily pushed himself to a standing position. The few whimpers of pain that had escaped his lips did not go unheeded by the bath attendant who cast a sympathetic look the small boy’s way.
Ciel hesitantly walked over to the attendant, stopping before he stepped across the threshold, unsure of whether he was really able to leave or not. The black-haired man finally looked up from where he had been staring down at the floor and gave the boy a soft smile and a firm nod, indicating that he was correct. Ciel felt a small smile come to his face as well and stepped out into the corridor.
Behind him, he could hear the man closing and locking the heavy door. Ciel glanced around him, trying to take in as much as he could to help him discern where he was being held, but the corridor, although wide, was non-distinctive.
Ciel felt the dark-haired attendant step around him and begin walking down the long corridor and Ciel followed as quickly as he was able. The corridor was made of large gray cement bricks, which were uninterrupted save for a dark wooden door every 100 feet or so. Ciel quickly caught on that they were rooms—prisons—just like his own. His stomach sank. There were also no windows in this never-ending corridor, giving Ciel the impression that they must be in a basement (dungeon?) of sorts.
After walking about five minutes, Ciel wondered how much further they had to go. It was difficult to walk with the large sheet bundled around him, and his sore muscles began to ache and throb with the added exertion of walking. Ciel was about to open his mouth and inquire of the dark-haired attendant when they came upon a slate-colored door off to the side of the corridor. Ciel watched as the attendant reached inside his pocket and brought out a large key ring filled with what looked to be at least 20 different keys, and unlock the black door. Just like he had done in Ciel’s room, he stood back from the door with his arm horizontally out to his side, indicating that Ciel should walk ahead of him.
Slightly suspicious, but knowing he had no other choice but to follow, Ciel walked ahead of the man and almost stumbled when his first step landed him on a flight of descending stairs. The attendant placed a hand on Ciel’s shoulder to steady him, then stepped down next to Ciel, pulling the door closed behind him. The trip down the flight of stairs was short, and then Ciel found himself in another hallway, this time it was lined in wood-paneling and the air felt warm and moist.
The attendant took the lead again, leading Ciel past a few wooden doors and stopping in front of one marked “III.” Retrieving the large set of keys again, the man unlocked the door and ushered Ciel in. Peeking inside, Ciel was shocked to find a large bathing chamber, with a sunken tub. The room was steamy and Ciel could not see much more of the details.
When he stepped in, he expected the attendant to follow him but was surprised when he heard the door closing behind him.
“Wait!” Ciel called out as he grabbed the man’s arm. “You’re not coming in with me??” The man looked surprised at the child’s behavior, but then shook his head ‘no.’ Ciel frowned, disappointed that he was being left alone.
“Um, what’s your name?” he asked. The man looked at the boy sadly, but, again, shook his head ‘no,’ then pulled the door shut behind him.
“You shouldn’t do that,” came a young-sounding voice behind him, causing Ciel to startle. He turned around, shocked to see a blonde-boy standing behind him. The boy appeared older than Ciel, maybe by four or five years, and was about a foot taller than him.   He was wearing something akin to an iconic Roman toga, held together at one shoulder with a clasp.
“They’re not supposed to talk,” the boy continued with a frown. “The Master doesn’t like it. Remember that before you get others in trouble.”
Ciel looked down, feeling badly that he had possibly put the kind-looking man in a bad situation. The blonde stared at the small boy for a few moments, assessing him.
“Don’t worry,” the blonde said as he grabbed the boy’s wrist and began pulling him further into the room, “as long as the Master doesn’t know about it nothing should happen to him.”
Ciel allowed himself to be pulled along as more of the large, ornate bathing chamber was revealed to his eyes. He could see that they were approaching the large stone tub that was built into the floor. It was about 10 feet by 10 feet in size and was lined with sets of steps around each of the edges. Once they had reached the edge of the tub, which had been filled with scented water, the blonde boy tugged Ciel’s arm signaling him to stop.
“Ok, let’s get rid of this sheet,” the blonde said motioning to the large white sheet that the boy had wrapped around his shoulders. The boy flinched and clutched on to the white sheet tighter, causing the blonde to tilt his head in confusion.
“Hmm, is this maybe your first time at the baths?” the older boy asked. Ciel looked down at his feet and nodded.
He heard a soft sigh come from the older boy.
“Ok,” he said, “first off, my name is Shinobu. I work here in the baths when I’m not…needed elsewhere. So I get that this is your first time at the baths, but how long have you been here, in Master’s… “care?”” Shinobu couldn’t hide his curiosity. This boy was definitely not the “usual” type of servant the Master had working under him. More often than not, the individuals brought in were older than Shinobu, most ranging from 18-25. He would be lying if he had said he wasn’t surprised at how young and small the child before him looked.
The smaller boy seemed to struggle with his answer for a while before he finally opened his mouth.
“Honestly… I-I don’t know,” Ciel started, feeling tears of frustration start to form against his will. “I guess…about a day? I don’t know where I am, or why I’m here, except for what that Sebastian character told me… a-and I just don’t want to believe that’s true! He’s awful, and he does awful things… And I just want to get out of here!”
Shinobu stared at the boy in shock. He couldn’t really understand what he was hearing. Sure, he was taken aback by how young the boy looked, but he just imagined that the boy had been unfortunate and had maybe been introduced to a life of prostitution or something of the sort very early on. Who was he to judge? But, based on the boy’s story, it sounded like Sebastian had kidnapped him and the boy had no knowledge of his fate.
While the line of work performed in the Master’s manor couldn’t be said to be anyone’s first pick in a choice of evils, Shinobu at least knew that all of the servants he had ever spoken to had chosen to subjugate themselves to the man. Granted, it was always a choice made under some type of duress like the oppressive burden of overdue debts or that they had gotten into trouble with the law and needed to make some bad thing “go away,” but it was never completely against the contract-holder’s will, and definitely not without their knowledge.
Sebastian was a type of broker. Making a deal with him was like signing your soul over to the devil. He would solve your problems, but then the contract-holder, in return, would owe him something of great weight in return, and those with the heaviest debts to the cold-hearted man were only left with their freedom to trade. Thus, Sebastian had amassed quite a menagerie of “pets” to use at his leisure.   But only the lucky ones had that option. Shinobu had heard that contract-holders who had reneged on their part of the bargain and whom Sebastian had no “interest” in would just go “missing.” The word was that they were the ones you’d hear about on the news; the people who had gone “swimming with the fishes.”
And thinking upon his personal situation, knowing that he had been between a rock and a hard place, Shinobu still didn’t regret choosing to become Sebastian’s plaything once the man had made it clear to him that he found him “attractive.” The alternative, being murdered by yakuza thugs, wasn’t much of an alternative at all. Shinobu, being a homeless street punk who had gotten himself in way over his head, made a deal with the “devil” two years ago and had agreed to become Sebastian’s. He was only 15 back then. But, he didn’t see his life as being “over.” In his time here, Shinobu had learned that Sebastian didn’t always keep his pets forever. If you stayed in his good graces, and he ultimately grew bored of you, Sebastian was known to release his pets back into the world, finding that their debt had been repaid. So, Shinobu kept on looking toward that as his silver lining. But, this boy… this boy hadn’t had a choice.
Shinobu stepped towards the boy, who was trembling slightly as he tried to hold back his tears.
“You…you didn’t make a deal with the M-…Sebastian?” Shinobu asked, finding the word to be foreign on his lips. It had been so long since he had addressed the man so casually.
Ciel looked up at the older boy, his blue eyes glistening with tears. “A deal!?” he asked, incredulous. “Who in their right mind would ever make a deal to do something like this?”
Shinobu flinched a bit at the harsh words. He couldn’t hold it against the boy. He could tell just by looking at the boy’s soft features and innocent, yet ignorant, disposition that the boy had clearly not lived any type of difficult life. He even spoke with extremely proper grammar and diction. He sounded like a little British prince.
“What’s your name kid?” Shinobu asked the boy as he turned, crouched down, and began filling a bucket with the bathing supplies.
Ciel looked on in confusion as the blonde boy began to set about his work. “Um… it’s Ciel. Ciel Phantomhive.”
Even his last name sounds prestigious, Shinobu thought to himself as he stared down at his hands that had stilled against the wet tile.
“I’m… sorry to hear that you’re having a hard time, Ciel,” Shinobu said in a low voice, back still facing the boy, “but once you’re here… you’re here until the Master doesn’t want you anymore.”
Silence permeated the bathing chamber, only perforated by the sound of Shinobu preparing his supplies.
“So… that’s it? I just belong to him now?” Ciel’s asked, his small voice sounding much louder in the silent room.
Shinobu stopped and rose to his feet.   He glanced at the boy, his gray eyes looking troubled.
“Yea,” he said stiffly, “that’s how it is. Now come on, let’s get that sheet off. You only have a certain amount of time in the baths and if you’re not done by the time the attendant comes back you’ll be in trouble.”
As Shinobu stepped towards Ciel, he saw the fear reflected in the boy’s eyes again. It then dawned on him. Sebastian had already claimed the boy. Shinobu was shocked and disgusted. Someone so young…? He thought to himself. Even when Shinbou had come as a 15-year-old, with the understanding that he was meant to give the older man sexual favors, Sebastian had not summoned Shinobu to him until about two months after he had first arrived. This boy had been here only a day and Sebastian had already…
Shinobu’s face crumpled. “Ciel… Sebastian already…? What did he do to you?” Shinobu asked, finding himself unable to form the words when speaking to a child so young.
Ciel felt really embarrassed. He was ashamed of what had happened to him and felt like it was something he should hide. But, Shinobu, although a bit brusque, seemed nice and Ciel wanted to talk to someone, at least to understand what had happened to him.
Gripping on to the sheet covering him, as if it were a safety blanket, Ciel felt his throat get dry when he thought of how he would articulate the words. But he took a deep breath and looked down at his feet, knowing he wouldn’t be able to tell Shinobu if he could see the older boy’s reaction.
“Um… I don’t really k-know what he did… I woke up in this scary r-room and I was tied up. Then he came in and started t-touching me…. He put his thing inside me. In m-my bottom and it really, really hurt,” Ciel said, his voice cracking and his throat becoming thick with emotion. “I told him to stop it, but he d-didn’t. It hurt so much and got worse and worse. It still really hurts there. Why did he do that??”
Shinobu wrung his hands. The way the boy had described it, and the words he had used, convinced Shinobu the boy didn’t even know what sex was, or at least didn’t understand that that was an integral part of what had been done to him.   Rape is a more fitting description, actually, Shinobu thought to himself ruefully.   But he had no idea how to explain it.
“The Master… what did he say to you?” Shinobu asked, trying to avoid the boy’s pleading, inquisitive eyes.
Ciel flushed at the question. “Um… he called it f-fucking,” Ciel muttered, embarrassed to have to say the word.
Shinobu sighed. “Well… that’s definitely one way of describing it. It was sex Ciel. What the Master did to you… could be called sex. He was cruel about it and it didn’t have to be like that, but that’s what you call it.” Shinobu explained as he looked away from the boy.
“B-but… I’m a boy,” Ciel explained with wide eyes, as if he thought Shinobu wasn’t right in the head.
Shinobu gave the boy a shrug. “Boys can have sex with boys too. The mechanics are a little different, but it’s still sex. Sebastian can do it with anyone, but he likes boys Ciel, even more than he likes girls. And… well, that’s why he brought you here. To do that.”
Ciel bit his lip. He knew Sebastian had made it clear earlier during their interaction in his room, but he had tried to block out the reality of the situation. Now, however, with Shinobu, someone who seemed kind and not intent on hurting him, confirming Sebastian’s words, he couldn’t help but to feel totally trapped. He was brought here as some evil man’s plaything. He was meant to have this awful painful thing that Shinobu insisted was the same as sex done to him whenever the man requested, and he had no say in the matter. Then a thought crossed his mind.
“Sh-Shinobu?” Ciel asked, looking up into the older boy’s gray eyes.
“Hm?”
“Does…does that mean that you’re here for the same reason too? That Sebastian has s-sex with you all the time?” Ciel asked.
Shinobu didn’t know why, but he blushed. At this stage, he would consider himself a seasoned whore. He had slept with Sebastian, but after Sebastian’s initial curiosity and interest in him had worn off, Sebastian had loaned him out and Shinobu was made to sleep with many different men. He still considered it better than some type of street-walking prostitute because Sebastian only catered to a very elite clientele, but it didn’t make him feel any less dirty. However, the people Shinobu interacted with every day were other pets who knew exactly what the situation was. Nobody was innocent, and while he didn’t necessarily feel like talking about his experiences with any of them, he also never had to be ashamed. Being asked these questions by someone like Ciel, who looked at him with hope and trust, made him feel like he was somehow a bad person.
Looking away from the child, Shinobu swallowed uncomfortably.
“Y-yea…” he responded. “That’s why I’m here…for sex. We all are.”
Ciel looked like he had more questions, but Shinobu cut the boy off before he asked anything else that would make him feel even worse.
“But, no time for all these questions Ciel! We’ve gotta get you in the bath. Remember what I said, you don’t want to get in trouble,” Shinobu said, hoping to distract the boy.
Ciel seemed to tense at the notion of getting in “trouble,” and put up little fight when Shinobu reached forward and gently tugged the edges of the sheet out of the boy’s grip.
“I know you don’t feel like it, and you probably want to just scream and yell, but right now, it’s in your best interest to just follow the rules, ok? Trust me, I only want to help you.” Shinobu whispered as he slowly parted the sheet and removed it from the boy’s now quivering body.
Ciel felt his face heat up. He had never been ashamed of his body. He had never really thought of it as anything he wanted to hide. Now, however, he felt like Shinobu would be able to see every place that Sebastian had touched. Even though it was difficult for him to relinquish control and not fight against Shinobu, it helped knowing that at least Shinobu wouldn’t look at him with repulsion as he had been through it himself. He wanted to ask Shinobu so many questions, but he had seen the look of pain and shame that crossed Shinobu’s face when he had asked him the previous question. He didn’t want Shinbou to have to make that expression again.
“Come on,” Shinobu was saying as he grabbed the boy’s slender wrist, “get in to the tub.”
Ciel allowed Shinobu to lead him into the warm water and stopped, as Shinobu instructed, when the water was up to his knees. Shinobu was looking at him. Not with any type of desire or disgust, but his brows were furrowed as if he was deep in thought.
Shinobu frowned as he looked over the expanse of the child’s body. The boy had beautiful creamy skin, highlighted by blushes of pink in areas like his elbows, knees and bottom. But that beautiful skin was currently marred by small dark bruises peppering the boy’s back and hips and scratches down the boy’s side.
Hesitating to see the damage, but knowing he had to attend to the boy if he was injured, Shinobu quietly asked the boy to turn around. Ciel looked at him with a pained expression, as if Shinobu were asking the question to be mean. Shinobu smiled softly at the boy. “Don’t worry, I’m just going to take a look, then get you all cleaned up. Trust me, you’ll feel a lot better.” The boy bit his lip, but nodded slightly, and turned around so that he was facing the edge of the tub.
“Ok, can you put your hands up on the ledge and bend over slightly?” Shinobu asked. He could see the shudder go down the boy’s spine and the boy’s hesitance. Shinobu rubbed his shoulder gently. “It’s ok, I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” Not turning around to look at him, Ciel nodded his head and slowly placed his hands on the ledge and bent over.
Shinobu frowned when he saw the traces of dried cum and blood on the boy’s thighs. He felt a lump forming in his throat. Master can be so cruel, he thought again to himself. He dipped the bath sponge in the water and gently nudged the boy’s thighs apart. Tensing with fear, Ciel resisted for a second but gripped the ledge tighter and allowed his body to relax. He trusted Shinobu… He sighed as he felt the warm sponge rubbing against his thighs as Shinobu cleansed him, washing away the traces of Sebastian. Once Shinobu had finished cleaning the boy’s legs, he focused on the area that he was most concerned about—the poor child’s entrance. Rubbing Ciel’s shoulders gently, and whispering to him that it would be ok, Shinobu used his fingers to gently pry apart the child’s buttocks.
Although bright red, puffy and clearly bruised, Shinobu could see that the boy would not sustain any permanent damage. But Shinobu still could not help but curse his “Master” for being so brutal on such a young child. Shinobu had only been here for two years, but Ciel was the youngest he had seen yet. He knew Sebastian wasn’t exactly someone he could say had a ‘conscience,’ but he thought the man would at least know better than to take such a young, and clearly innocent, boy. The boy didn’t even really understand what ‘sex’ was, and had had no conception of what had been done to his body.   Shinobu wasn’t even sure that after his brief explanation that it was any clearer to Ciel than it had been when the boy first entered the room.
Taking the sponge, Shinobu lightly dabbed at the irritated opening, gaining a flinch and a hiss from the young boy.
Shinobu winced at the pained sound, not wanting to cause the boy anymore pain, and felt his heart clenching. It was so unlike him to get involved or to do anything other than just keep his head down and stay out of the way, but for some reason, he just wanted to take care of this boy.
Dropping the sponge in the water, Shinobu placed his hands gently on the boy’s soft cheeks, and spread them so he could get a better look at the little hole between them. He leaned forward and lightly lapped his tongue against the bruised entrance, gaining a yelp of surprise from Ciel.
“S-Shinobu!?” Ciel gasped, “What’re you doing?”
“Trying to make you feel better,” Shinobu explained. “Just relax, this won’t hurt you.”
With no further warning, Shinobu proceeded to lick and kiss the boy’s quivering entrance. He could feel the tenseness in the boy’s body slowly draining as he seemed to relax and understand that Shinobu’s actions were not a threat. Soon, the silent room was filled with the soft sounds of the boy’s sighs and slight moans.
Shinobu continued to lick and lovingly attend to the boy’s injured skin until the boy was practically purring like a content kitten. Smiling to himself, Shinobu pulled back and turned the boy around. Ciel looked up at him with dazed eyes and a flushed face.
“Felt good, huh?” Shinobu asked mischievously.
Ciel could only nod dumbly.
“Alright, just sit in the water, and we can finish up your bath.” Shinobu instructed.
Ciel slowly slid into the water, still staring up at the older boy. He didn’t know if he should feel embarrassed or grateful. Whatever Shinobu had done, it had taken his mind off of the stinging pain there and now it felt like a thing of the past. He actually did feel better. He watched silently as Shinobu grabbed one of his arms and began to slowly scrub it with the soapy sponge. Shinobu seemed engrossed in his work, and the silence between them was pleasant, but Ciel couldn’t help the questions bubbling up inside of his chest.
“Shinobu?” Ciel asked, his small voice drawing the older teen from his musings.
“Uh huh?” Shinobu asked, wringing out the sponge.
“Why did it…hurt when Sebastian touched me there, but not when y-you did that thing with your tongue?” Ciel asked with a blush.
Shinobu smiled sadly at the boy. “Because I wanted to make you feel good, Ciel.”
Ciel’s eyebrows furrowed. “So it doesn’t always have to hurt?” he asked, sounding incredulous.
Shinobu sighed, not quite understanding how he had suddenly become a sex-ed. teacher today. “Well… yes and no.” Shinobu said, crossing his arms. “I was only licking you, so that doesn’t really have the potential to hurt you. But… when something gets put inside it stretches your muscles there, which are very tight, and that’s why it hurts. You’re also very small Ciel, and the smaller the entrance the more it hurts if something…“big” tries to enter there. The Master, as I’m sure you’ve learned, is quite big...”
“But, how do I make it so it doesn’t hurt?” Ciel asked, wide eyes looking up at the taller boy. “I think he’s going to want to make me do it again, but it hurts too much. H-he told me that if I didn’t want it to hurt, it was my responsibility.”
Shinobu’s eyes narrowed and he looked away from the boy’s inquisitive eyes. That bastard, he thought angrily, what a selfish thing to say.
Picking up the sponge, Shinobu began to scrub the boy’s other arm and considered his options. He knew he had already crossed numerous lines in the short time the boy had been in his bathing chamber. While he, as a bath attendant, wasn’t prohibited from speaking like the hall attendants were, he knew that this type of intimate conversation would displease Sebastian, especially since most of the conversation focused on him. He also knew it had been a big taboo for him to have touched Ciel so intimately and to have used his mouth on his body; that was the Master’s property. And if Sebastian ever found out…
If Shinobu knew what was good for him, he would listen to his self-preservation instinct, immediately distance himself from the boy and try to keep their relationship strictly professional. On the other hand, Shinobu felt guilty about letting the naïve and inexperienced boy walk into what could only be called the wolf’s den. He had no arsenal to defend himself against Sebastian and for some reason, the answer to which Shinobu was not privy to, Sebastian treated this child differently from any other pet he had acquired before. Shinobu didn’t feel right about sending Ciel back to Sebastian without helping him in some way.
Dropping the sponge and looking up at the curious boy who had been looking at him ever since he had voiced his question a few moments ago, Shinobu sighed, wondering exactly what he was getting himself into.
“Ok,” Shinobu said, resigning himself to his fate, “get up out of the water. I’ll teach you what to do.”
Ciel looked at him with surprise but moved to stand as quickly as he could.
Reaching for the nearby bottle of conditioner, Shinobu quickly pumped some of the slick substance into his hands.
“Ciel,” he said, softly, “you can make things easier on yourself if you know you’re going to meet up with the Master by preparing yourself beforehand, ok? The best way to do that is to lubricate.”
Ciel looked at him in confusion.
Shinobu grasped the boy’s small hand and transferred the cool, slippery liquid, covering the digits.
“Turn around,” Shinobu instructed. Ciel did so with little complaint.
Shinobu stepped behind the boy, stepping down a few steps in the water until his body was submerged up to his waist and he was standing behind the boy’s raised rear.
“Remember what I said about stretching? You’re going to have to stretch yourself,” Shinobu explained.
Ciel’s head whipped around to look at Shinobu over his shoulder in confusion.
“Wh-?” the boy began, but then Shinobu grabbed his conditioner-slickened fingers and brought them behind the boy to rest at the puckered hole.
“No!” Ciel protested as he tried to pull his fingers away, but Shinobu firmly held the boy in place.
“Ciel, you know better than anyone else how your body feels. You won’t hurt yourself. Go at your own pace,” Shinobu said, hoping to encourage the boy.
“Wh-what am I supposed to do?” the boy whimpered. It sounded like he would start crying at any point.
“Just try to get one finger inside,” Shinobu coached, watching as the boy’s shaky fingers tentatively felt around the sensitive flesh.
“It won’t hurt?” Ciel asked as he glanced at Shinobu over his shoulder.
The older boy just shook his head.
He watched as the younger boy slowly pressed one of his tiny fingers against the tight hole, flinching and trembling, but let out a sigh of relief as he saw the digit easily disappear inside, gaining a soft, surprised “oh!” from the boy.
Ciel was shocked, it hadn’t really hurt at all and it had slipped in so easily…
“Now, move your finger, pump it in and out,” Shinobu instructed.
Ciel couldn’t help but blush, thinking that he was mimicking the act that had been performed on him all those hours ago. But he closed his eyes and slowly thrust his digit inside of himself. It felt strangely…good, he realized as his eyes opened in surprise.
Shinobu watched on in interest as the boy’s pace slowly increased, and the boy relaxed into his self-stimulation as if he had forgotten about the older boy in the room with him. It’s for the best if he can learn to enjoy it, Shinobu thought to himself, watching as the small boy arched his pale back.
“Now, see if you can get another one in,” Shinobu told him, surprised about how thick his voice sounded to his own ears. Without even acknowledging Shinobu, or opening his half-lidded eyes, Ciel pushed a second slickened finger into his small hole. It was a bit more difficult with the second finger, but it didn’t hurt and soon he had regained his pace.
Shinobu watched on as the small fingers began to thrust deeper and quicker, as if the boy subconsciously knew that he was searching for something but was unable to reach it.
“Good good,” Shinobu encouraged, with a smile, “it feels good, doesn’t it?”
Ciel could barely listen to what the older boy was asking him. He was so shocked that he could feel anything pleasurable from the place where he had only felt pain a short while ago.
When soft moans began to escape the boy’s lips and echo throughout the room, Shinobu had decided the boy got the “idea,” and grabbed the boy’s wrist, stilling him.
Ciel was slowly brought back to his senses when Shinobu stilled his thrusting fingers, and blushed, ashamed at himself for having taken pleasure in what he was doing to himself. He pulled his fingers from within the warm orifice and turned around quickly.
He looked up when he heard Shinobu let out a soft sound of surprise, and followed the older boy’s eyes down the length of his body. His cock was hard and standing straight up. Ciel immediately covered his erection with both hands, blushing all the way to his ears in his embarrassment.
“No, no, Ciel,” Shinobu said with mirth, “that’s good. Let me see it.”
Ciel struggled to hide from the older boy, but soon Shinobu was able to wrestle the boy’s hands away. Shinobu couldn’t deny that he found something about the situation especially endearing, and almost arousing. He was able to experience these things he was sure Ciel had never shared with anyone else, and he was the first one to see Ciel pleasure himself. He couldn’t help the stirrings he felt in his own loins, and was happy that his lower body was submerged in the water. He felt frisky.
Without another thought to the consequences, Shinobu pushed the boy back towards the edge of the tub and took the small cock into his mouth. Ciel almost squealed in surprise at the sensation of the older boy’s hot mouth and tongue as they devoured one of his most private places.
“Ungh,” Ciel groaned as he reached up and grabbed locks of Shinobu’s hair. He wasn’t sure if he was trying to push the older boy off or bring him in closer. Shinobu smirked against the boy’s soft skin, then proceeded to bob his head up and down skillfully, until the boy was almost shaking in his grasp. Unsurprisingly, within a few moments the boy let out a cry and released in his mouth. Shinobu grinned as he pulled away and gulped down the sweet substance.
Ciel looked up at Shinobu with shocked yet hazy eyes, wondering what had just happened. Every time Shinobu touched him it taught him something new and sent shocks of electricity through his body.
Shinobu leaned back, watching the boy with a smug sense of accomplishment.
“That felt good too, huh?” he asked.
Ciel smiled softly and nodded.
“Good,” Shinobu said as he licked his lips playfully, “It’s not always bad. And most of the time it can feel very good.”
“That’s sex too?” Ciel asked in surprise.
“Yea,” Shinobu said, remembering who exactly he was dealing with. “it’s all different types of sex.”
“I-I wanna try!” Ciel suddenly said, surprising Shinobu “Teach me!”
Shinobu blanched. What he had thought was just a little pleasure-play was starting to remind him again of what he was getting himself involved in. This was Master’s toy.
“Ciel, that’s probably not the best idea,” he began, but his words died out when he saw the displeased frown on the boy’s small, round face.
“You did it to me, why can’t I do it to you?? You said it’s sex, right? Well I want to learn it! Maybe if I do that Sebastian won’t…he won’t want to do it the other way,” he explained, causing Shinobu’s face to soften in realization. He wasn’t really sure the kid could convince Sebastian to do anything other than what the man wanted to do, but he admired his gusto.
“Uh… ok, I’ll teach you… but only for a little bit,” Shinobu said hesitantly.
Ciel perked up and moved towards the older boy.
Shinobu reluctantly raised himself out of the water, and moved to sit on the edge of the tub, so that his lap was eye level with the younger boy. He was still in his bath robes, which were soaked below his waist and almost transparent. The fabric clung to his hips and thighs and he was ashamed of the outline he could see of his obvious growing erection. Finding no point in continuing the pretense, Shinobu reached up and undid the clasp at his shoulder that held the fabric together.    The fabric fell away, exposing his chest and lower body to the boy’s eyes.
Ciel was surprised as he took in the older boy’s sculpted chest and stomach muscles. His eyes trailed down and widened as he saw what Shinobu had between his legs. It was definitely bigger and harder than his.
Feeling uncomfortable under the boy’s examining eyes, Shinobu grabbed Ciel’s hand and placed it on the base of his cock.
“This is going to be a quick lesson, you got it,” Shinobu said firmly. “Sometimes if it’s not fully hard, you need to play with it a bit, ok? I’m sure you know how yours works, right? But you can also use your hands while you’re sucking someone off to give more stimulation, especially if you can’t fit the whole thing in your mouth.”
Shinobu groaned as he felt the boy squeeze the base of his cock as if he was practicing what his teacher was telling him. Ciel glanced up when he heard the pleasured sound escape the older boy’s lips.
Shinobu looked away. “Wh-when you take it in your mouth, make sure to lick the tip. It’s very sensitive, so give it lots of attention. A-and the ridge that runs down the length, all the way to the balls. Pay attention to all those areas. Make sure your mouth is tight, and to give a lot of suction. Most importantly, you have to watch your teeth! If you nick or bite someone, you’re going to be asking for a whole world of hurt,” Shinobu explained.
Without waiting for a beat, Ciel opened his mouth and tentatively licked at the tip of the older boy’s penis. Shinobu gasped and Ciel hoped that meant he was doing a good job.
“P-put it in your mouth,” Shinobu instructed, and sighed as he felt the boy’s small lips close around his tip. “Ah! Unghh… n-now slide your mouth down as f-far as you can go.”
Ciel felt it was strange to have the other boy in his mouth, but it wasn’t gross like he thought it was going to be. Listening to Shinobu’s instructions, he slowly began to move his head down the length until he felt it run into the back of his throat, causing him to cough and pull back.
“Y-yea, right now it’ll probably be hard for you to take it down your throat. You’ll learn that in time, but when you can’t take it all, remember to pay attention to what you can’t get in your mouth,” Shinobu breathed as he watched the boy through slit eyes.
Ciel continued to bob his head up and down, hoping to recreate the feelings for Shinobu as the boy had created for him. He wasn’t sure if he was doing a good job, but he felt the boy’s large hand on his head, guiding his pace. Suddenly, Shinobu roughly pulled Ciel’s mouth off of him and before Ciel could ask any questions he heard Shinobu grunt and then felt his face splashed with warm, sticky liquid.
Sitting back and panting in surprise and exhaustion, Shinobu looked down at the cum-covered boy between his legs.   He couldn’t believe he had cum, and so quickly at that. Blushing in embarrassment, Shinobu quickly grabbed the sponge and wiped off the surprised boy’s face.
“Was that ok?” Ciel asked, after the older boy had finished cleaning up his face.
Shinobu nodded. “Y-yea, that was a good job Ciel.”
Feeling ashamed of himself, and wondering if he was really teaching Ciel or if he was just getting his rocks off, Shinobu pushed himself off the bath ledge and back into the warm water.
“We need to hurry up and finish in here, Ciel,” Shinobu said as he averted his eyes, “They’ll be coming back to get you soon.”
As if the words had shattered some type of faux peace, a sense of dread returned to the smaller boy’s face.
“It’ll be ok Ciel,” Shinobu said, as he rubbed the boy’s small shoulder. “You’re stronger than you think you are.”
Ciel said nothing as Shinobu set about washing his body and his hair. He was silent even as Shinobu led him out of the water and toweled him off. As the boy had come with no clothes, Shinobu could merely wrap him in a fresh towel for his trip back to his room.
Suddenly, Ciel grabbed on to Shinobu’s wrist, gaining the older boy’s attention.
“Am… am I really going to be ok here, Shinobu?” he asked in a small voice. Suddenly Shinobu was reminded again of how young the boy really was.
Shinobu’s first reaction was to avert his eyes, but he felt the least he could do for the boy is tell him the truth.
“Ciel… it’s not going to be easy here. But, what you need to do is behave. You need to do whatever Sebastian asks of you. You want to be his favorite. And when you are, life will get much better. It can even be nice…. But, don’t give him a reason to punish you. You hear me? Even if he makes you angry, or scared, it’s about keeping yourself safe. And if you can do all that, you should be fine,” Shinobu said, forcing a small smile.
Ciel trembled. That wasn’t exactly an encouraging message, but at least Shinobu had been honest.
“O-okay,” he said shakily. “I’ll try my best.”
“Good,” Shinobu said with a smile, and ruffled the boy’s dark hair. He flinched as he heard the door unlock and watched as an attendant stepped in. It was a different one from earlier, and the man’s pinched, displeased look made it clear that he had been waiting for some time. Shinobu grimaced, knowing he would be hearing about this later. Quickly switching into professional mode, Shinobu stepped away from Ciel and bowed slightly.
“Your bath is over. Have a pleasant evening,” he spoke, refusing to meet the child’s eyes.
Hesitating, and wishing he could at least say goodbye to the kind older boy, Ciel caught on that Shinobu’s demeanor had changed because of the other man’s presence in the room. Not wanting to get him in trouble, Ciel squeaked out a small “thank you” and walked toward the man waiting for him by the door.
Ushered out before he had a chance to even look back, Ciel heard the door slam shut behind him and knew the only thing waiting for him was that awful room that he knew would now be his prison for a long time.

After Ciel was returned to his room, he wasn’t entirely sure what was expected of him or what he should do to pass the time. There were no windows in the room, only a few books on a bookshelf and no television. Since he had returned in nothing but a towel, he was relieved to find a set of clothing folded and sitting on the bed, but was disappointed that they were merely a pair of silky black shorts and a black sleeveless top. After donning the attire he felt like he still wasn’t wearing much at all, but he was grateful that they had at least given him underwear. A plate of what he assumed was his dinner had also been waiting for him in the room when he returned, but he could not bring himself to really eat, and he tried to take a nap in an attempt to quiet his restless mind.
As he lay in the bed, his thoughts shifted between the kind attendant that had risked speaking to him even though he knew he was forbidden, and Shinobu who had taken such good care of him, and to Sebastian, who he was terrified would make good on his promise to “call upon” him before he had had an opportunity to come to grips with what his future here was going to be like. He was still extremely anxious, sad, angry, and scared, but he also accepted the fact that, as of now, he couldn’t change his situation. Maybe, the more he learned and the more he saw of the place, he could try to escape one day. But, for now, he had no idea where he was, or even what day or time it was. Strangely, it helped to know he wasn’t the only person trapped here. Even though he wouldn’t wish his current situation on his worst enemy, it was better than being here alone with Sebastian.
Sebastian…, Ciel thought to himself. Shinobu had addressed him as “Master,” but he didn’t seem to speak of him with dislike or anything… I wonder if he’s different with Shinobu than he was with me… I wonder if he can be… kind?
On this last naïve, yet hopeful thought, the tired child slipped into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: So, that’s Part II. Let me know how you felt about this one. I apologize that this chapter didn’t have much Sebastian in it, and was filled with “original” characters. Obviously, this fic is not “focused” on anyone other than Ciel and Sebastian, but I needed some people for Ciel to talk to in order for my plans for Part III to make sense. It was also super long! >__< In my head the bath scene was a lot quicker… yikes. Sorry.
As to the OCs, I actually intended the hall attendant not to have a name or real description (even when I think of him in my head now, I just see a gentle, but silent, blur of a person). I actually considered even making him a mute, but then I decided against it… As to Shinobu, however, I did find his character interesting and wanted to give him a little more depth. When I envisioned him, I thought of a surly teenaged character who “doesn’t want to get involved,” but ultimately can’t help it. When I finished the chapter I realized that, unintentionally, the character that I was thinking about while writing was actually Shinobu from Junjo! Thus, I couldn’t help but to go back and just name him that, even though this has nothing to do with Junjo and I honestly won’t even say this is that Shinobu. It’s merely inspired by him, so I thought ‘why not pay some homage?’ :) I realize I probably could’ve used Finny, if I just wanted a teenaged character that Ciel could be “friends” with, but then I decided that I don’t want to see Finny in this type of sad, desolate situation. I don’t know what that says about me wanting to see Shinobu in it instead, but let’s not dwell on that ;}
See you in Part III!
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