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Title: Harem Candidate

Author: TopazKat

Disclaimer: I don’t own Megumi Kohousei (Pilot Candidate, Candidate for Goddess, whatever you like to call it). I don’t know who does, however since I have declared that I am just borrowing the characters for a little while and will return them relatively unharmed, I can’t get in trouble.

WARNING: This fic contains some elements (adults with underage participants) that some may find distasteful. There is a happy ending however

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            Hiead knocked on Azuma’s door, giving the proper signal that he was reporting for his “special” training. He was supposed to show up once during the day, every other day. However, today was what Azuma called a “make-up” lesson since Hiead hadn’t been able to get there the day before.

            The doors opened to reveal the sparse room that was both Azuma’s sleeping quarters and his working quarters. The instructor was currently sitting behind an interesting desk, shaped like an “L” somewhat.   His feet were up on the bend and he was busy reviewing performance statistics while drinking his coffee.

            The man lowered the paper so that he could give Hiead a proper once-over, licking his lips hungrily. “Well, don’t just stand there Hiead, get undressed. Come on boy, you know what to do.”

            Hiead shuddered as he slowly unbuttoned the vest, trying to keep it where it was, counting on it as some sort of mental shield. Then, he gingerly took it off, folding properly and putting it on the bed. Next he undid the D-rings that held up the strange straps around his inner thighs. It was only then that he finally took off the short shorts, wishing that he could wear underwear on these visits, but he wasn’t allowed.

            Having undressed himself, he quickly stood up and placed his hands behind his back before kneeling with his legs apart. It was a position that Azuma had taught him last time, and one he was supposed to assume every time he was in the man’s presence for his special training. Hiead lowered his head as well, not wanting the instructor to see him flushing slightly at the cheeks. He was embarrassed to be there, naked as the day he was born.

            Azuma looked out of the corner of his eyes, studying his new pleasure boy silently. He thought that the inexperience and innocence were some of the boy’s best features. They gave him this all-over virginal blush that was simply too tempting not to be exploited. Finally, the man finished his last report and spoke, “come here.”

            Hiead winced at the man’s voice, knowing that he would be further humiliated and tortured in a moment. He got up though, not wishing to invoke his master’s ire. He had some red marks on his butt from when the man just asserted his dominance; he had no wish to experience the man’s anger.

            He stood in front of the man, trying to keep his head respectfully low. He was also trying to avoid having smoke blown into his face since his instructor still hadn’t put out the cigarette he was smoking at the moment. He felt the man’s large hand not so gingerly raise his head, making him look straight at him.

            Azuma smiled a gloating grin, pleased as punch that he would win one of his strongest students in this manner. He hadn’t claimed him yet, for he had no desire to break the boy, just bend him to his well. And he knew very well that moving too soon could destroy a great deal of work, as well as damage his new pet beyond repair. Besides, what good would it be to the program to let the boy be damaged so?

            Right now, he had to continue his new pet’s training, a pleasure that he loved to indulge in. Virgins were so much fun to sacrifice. “Sit on my knee,” he ordered firmly, “just like you would on bicycle. However, this time there’s no handlebars.

            Hiead sat facing away from Azuma, the man hadn’t said that he had to look at him, and he certainly didn’t want to make this too easy. Straddling the man’s leg wasn’t all that hard anyway, especially since he’d be sitting on the widest part of his master’s leg. Sadly though, that was also very close to his master’s groin. He had learned form past attempts that trying to go else where just meant that the large man would be the one to position him rather than himself.

            The boy took a deep breath when he felt Azuma’s hands gently caressing his chest and torso tantalizingly slow. When he moved, trying to get away, he felt a sharp pinch on his left nipple. It was the disciplinary action that Azuma used most often, for the time being anyway. The white haired boy always ended up leaving these sessions with very sore tits.

            Hiead felt the man’s breath blow by his ear, the wind kissing it was he spoke softly, “you know better than that. Don’t fight me, my lovely boy, you’ll get pinched or worse.” With that warning still in the air, he started to slowly and softly drag his hands down Hiead’s body, lightly tickling him. The white haired boy had no clue what would be done to him if he moved from those hands or scratch, and that was threat enough to make him behave.

            He did jerk in surprise though when he felt the man’s hands lightly touch his inner thighs. Azuma had yet to actually touch him down there, and it had been frightening him how slow he could move. He ended up jumping out of nervousness again when he felt those calloused hands start to stroke his legs as well.

            The man breathed in his ear yet again, “I can’t quite decide: would you look better with red silk, white velvet, or black satin?”

            Hiead blinked away scared tears as his inner thigh was pinched hard, drawing a wince from him. “What would I wear them for?”

            “Silly boy,” Azuma smiled as he suddenly took Hiead’s sex into his hand for the first time, drawing a sharp gasp. “It’s what you’ll be laying on when I take you. They’re special sheets; I always order special sheets when I’m breaking in a new boy. I was thinking of the red to go with your eyes; or white because you’ll match so well; but truly, I think you’ll look best wrapped in black satin since you’ll stand out so much. What do you think?” At the question, he brought his hand slowly up and then slowly down the boys’ hardening length, coincidentally scaring poor Hiead into muteness for a moment.

            A soft whimper was the reply he got when he started kissing along the boy’s neck and shoulder. He nuzzled his face into the meeting joint and gently nipped at the jugular. He felt the boy in his arms start to shake and quake; at once he felt the lust that went though him every time he had this much power over another. He was slowly pumping the boy’s sex and was very pleased to feel the shuddering that was associated with cumming.

            Azuma continued his dirty talk while he was stroking the hapless boy on his need. “Just think, when I’m finally buried in you to the hilt, you’ll feel that cool satin against your heated skin more clearly than every before. You’ll be stretched beforehand of course, but you’ll still fell more widely spread apart then ever before in your short life.” He was amused to see his pet start to toss his head back in forth, being overwhelmed in the sensations surging through his body.

            “You’ll look positively marvelous when those crystalline tears first hit your cheeks when I slide into you.” He could feel Hiead shudder even more, and the tossing of the boy’s head was almost violent with his combined need for release and the desire for the delicious torture to stop.

            “You think not?” Azuma teased as he started to gently bite along Hiead’s shoulder while increasing the pace on his strokes. “You’ve seen how large I am boy; you and I both know that it will hurt when I brand you from the inside out. Personally, I can’t wait to see that look of exquisitely confused expression of pain and pleasure on your face for the first time when I make you explode in unbearable delight.”

            He was please to feel Hiead jerk forcefully as he came, coating his hand with a white cream better than anything else. He smiled as he kissed the spot below the boy’s ear. “Just think, you’ve still got a lot to learn.”

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            Zero was waiting patiently for the first time ever. He had to turn in yet another essay on proper decorum, having screwed up again recently. Right now, all he had to do was wait before he gave it to the proper instructor. The messy haired boy was busy sitting outside one of the classrooms, doing nothing while he waited for the current class to come out so he could go give his report to his instructor.

            As the doors slid open, Zero got up, readying to walk inside. He was hardly surprised to see the older boys come out of the classroom, nicely separated into their own little cliques. He was somewhat surprised though to see one boy that had been busy lately trying to track Hiead down. It was the silver haired beauty, Aslan.

            He was talking quietly to a few others, some were below him inn number, but most were higher. He knew Aslan’s number was 69, having asked Clay to find out for him. Of the six other boys, three were spread out between 20 and 50, looking older than even Aslan; and of the other three, one was somewhere in the 60, and the last two in the 70s. He was very confused by all of this, since it was actually very rare for any of the candidates to interact with others outside of their own particular group of five.

            Something occurred to Zero as he watched the boys talking. He didn’t know what it was, but he could feel that there was some fort of secret they all shared. He realized then that as he focused on them, his EX power increase one of his senses, something it hadn’t done before. The sense of smell increased a hundredfold, bring him close to the canine family, if only for a moment. He smelled something odd. It was a light, somewhat bittersweet smell, mixed with something else, something heavier, darker. What exactly this smell was, he wasn’t sure, but he had a feel that he could go ask Clay.

            With his errand finished, and his latest essay delivered, Zero broke out into a run, knowing that to catch up to Clay; he’d have to speed up. He found the other boy in front of what was quickly becoming “his terminal”. Several of the adults had joke on more than one occasion that they would be putting up a plaque to commemorate the area.

            Zero reached out and tapped Clay on the shoulder, making the other boy jump close to twenty feet. The brown haired boy turned to look at his friend, pushing up his glasses as he did so. “Yes Zero, what is it?”

            “Name something that’s smells bittersweet mixed with something darker,” Zero smiled, think his request made perfect sense.

            Clay raised an eyebrow; a little more on the confused side then he would have like to admit. “What?”

            Zero pulled up a chair and sat down, looking at his friend with all the seriousness he could muster. “Think of things that have a bittersweet scent.”

            “Um, chocolate?” Clay proposed.

            Zero sat back and thought a moment. “No, that wasn’t it,” he explained. “Come on, you must know more.”

            “What wasn’t what Zero?” Clay sighed as he rubbed his temples.

            Realization hit Zero hard, “oh, that’s right, you don’t know since you weren’t there. I noticed a whole bunch of the older boys talking together. Remember Aslan, the boy who talked to Hiead earlier? He was with them.”

            “Okay, so what?”

            “Well, it’s not as if we really talk to each other all that much between the numbers, right? You come in with the four of your mates, and that who they always pair with you.”

            Clay sighed again. “So you’re saying that Aslan was talking with a bunch of the boys who aren’t in his immediate number range. Okay, I’ll bite, that is weird. But why did you ask about bittersweet smells?”

            Zero rubbed the back of his head the way he did when he was trying to figure out if he did something wrong or not. “Well, when I was watching them, I realized that they all have this weird scent on them, one that I swear I’ve smelled before. It’s bittersweet, mixed with some darker, more exotic scent. Have any ideas?”

            “Nothing comes to mind except that sounds vaguely like the new shampoo Hiead’s got.”

            Zero smiled a wistful little grin on his face. “Yeah, it really makes his hair soft and shiny, have you noticed? And when he turns his head in the right light, his hair almost glows… I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks.”

            Clay raised an eyebrow and pushed up his glasses again. “Since when did you notice the state of Hiead’s hair so much?”

            “Since watching him has sort of become a hobby of mine. Besides, he’s neat, cranky, but neat.”

            “We are talking about the same boy you regularly get into fights with, right?”

            Zero stuck out his tongue teasingly. “Well, I think Hiead’s cranky all the time ‘cause he’s afraid and alone. He’s probably standoffish as a defense mechanism to avoid getting hurt by others or something like that.”

            Clay’s eyes widened in surprise, “you are paying attention in psychology!”

            Zero pulled down his left eyelid and stuck his tongue out. “No, I mean it, I think Hiead could… would be different once he’s got someone looking after him, you know. He needs someone he can open up to.” Zero turned his head away form Clay, all but whispering his last thought, “and I wish he would open up to me. Ikny can’t do it since she’s too afraid of his bark to realize his bite’s very minor.”

            Clay paused for a moment, reflecting on this conversation and others similar to it in the past. Whether he knows it or not, he thought. Zero’s got it bad for Hiead. Now if only they’ll just stop fighting, I’ll be all set.

            Hiead was sitting on his bed later that night after supper and showers. Lights out would be in an hour and a half and he was preparing his notes for the next day. He hadn’t noticed Zero come back into the room, toweling his hair into its usual form. He was also paying too much attention to the subject of his reading that he didn’t feel Zero lean over him and start to gently sniff at his hair.

            When it dawned on him a moment later, he pulled away roughly and gave the other boy a hard glare. “What the hell are you doing?”

            Zero smiled an ambitious smile, “I’m trying to figure out what shampoo you use.”

            “The same thing as you thickhead. They regulate everything we have and use down to our underwear.”

            The other boy pouted then, “Does that mean you don’t have those cute boxers anymore?”

            Hiead drew his arm back to strike when a wave of dizziness hit him. The room suddenly felt too small and he needed to get out of there now. He stood up and put his books away, calling out a challenging, “I’m going for a walk, don’t follow me.”

            Zero looked concerned; wanting to pursue the white haired boy and make sure he was all right. But he also knew that his company wouldn’t be appreciated. He hoped that the walk would clear Hiead’s head and allow him to sleep that night. Being a bit of an insomniac himself, he had heard the other boy’s tossing and turning, along with the occasional whimper from a nightmare. The black haired boy knew that he would never breach the subject with Hiead though; he was likely to get his ass kicked through a wall if he did. He did hope however, that one day; again hopefully soon; Hiead would talk about what seemed to be haunting him.

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            Hiead leaned his head against the window, looking outside at the stars while trying to cool himself off. He vaguely recalled that once during his childhood, some adult, probably his mother, said that the stars were where the angels dwelled, keeping watch over the children. He stopped believing in such fairytales a long time ago, but never before had the stars felt as cold to him.

            He shuddered as a tremor of nausea washed through him, passing slower than he would have wanted. He was surprised to feel a pair of arms around him then, one across his shoulders, the other around his hips. He was further surprised to feel comforted by them, knowing from the reflection in the window that they belonged to Aslan. “Hi,” he said shakily.

            “Hey yourself, are you feeling all right?” the older boy asked and lowered his head to whisper in his ear.

            “No, I feel nauseous.”

            “How long have you felt sick?” Aslan seem genuinely concerned.

            “Just the last ten minutes or so.”

            “Ah,” the silver haired beauty smiled. “It should wear off in a few minutes.”

            “You think?”

            “Sure,” the older boy’s grip around his hips tightened. “I only used enough to make you sick for fifteen minutes or so. I’ve used that drug many times before; I know exactly how long it lasts for each dosage.”

            Hiead’s eyes narrowed and started struggling. “You drugged me, you bastard. What the Hell for?”

            “To lure you out little virgin,” Aslan whispered harshly in his ear. “We need to prepare you for Azuma so that you don’t end up passing out or anything.”

            Hiead went very still, allowing Aslan to drag him back to an empty bedroom. “What do you mean ‘we’?”

            Aslan hit the lights, revealing that there were three other boys in the room, all older, bigger, and stronger than Hiead. “’We’ as in some of the other pets and myself. Believe me; you’ll be thankful we did this later on.”

            The white haired boy turned, trying to leave the room only to have his arm grabbed by one of the boys. This one’s hair was just a shade off of black, with blue highlights in it, and his eyes were a pale yellow. “Hold it there little one, we don’t want to have to hurt you more than necessary.” He ran his thumb across his captive’s lower lip. “He is a beauty Aslan, you’ve got to hand the master credit.”

            “Yeah,” was the sarcastic reply. “But unflattering words often slip pass those lovely lips, are you sure you’re strong enough to handle him?”

            The black haired boy nodded his head firmly, his eyes sparking darkly. “Oh, I don’t think that’ll be a problem, huh little one?”

            Hiead didn’t answer exactly; he just tried yanking harder on his arm. He was very surprised to feel both hands grabbed into one hand, the other letting go of his arm. He was further frightened to see and feel his vest being opened up. He looked up into those yellow eyes and tried to squirm as much as possible while their owner stripped him of his clothes.

            It was literally a handful of seconds later when Hiead was bared to the world. He couldn’t even cross his arms in front of his body to hide since his wrists were still held up over his head. He tried to raise one led up in hopes of hiding a little bit, but every time he tried, the black haired boy yanked on his arms, painfully.

            “That’s fine,” Aslan called gently.   “Would you bring him over here please?” The silver haired boy motioned to the bed he was sitting on. It wasn’t an ordinary bed, at least, not like any of the others on the station. Hiead was surprised to see that it had both an iron head board and an iron foot board. He was also distressed to see that hanging off of every post was a leather cuff.

            The black haired boy more or less dragged Hiead (and none-to-gently either) over to the bed. It took all four of the older boys to strap him down, leaving him open wide in a spread-eagle position. He could do little more aside form turn his head in shame, not wanting to face what was going to happen to him. The attempted mental escape didn’t go unnoticed and he felt a sharp pinch on his inner thigh.

            “Be grateful,” an older boy with honey-blond locks and ginger-brown eyes glared. “If we didn’t help you out, you’d have to go to Azuma without any preparation, both mental and physical, at all.” With that, the older boy took a step back, admiring the way the new pet looked.

            Hiead tried to twitch and succeeded in whimpering when he felt the same boy start to gently fondle his nipples. The older boy ran his hand all around the tied-up boy’s torso, stroking tenderly around the hardening buds. He continued to sensitize the flesh for a while longer, and then he leaned forward and licked the tasty morsels, drawing his tongue across them slowly and making the victim shudder.

            The honey-blonde boy started to gently suck on both nipples, alternating between using his fingers to feel and his tongue to taste. Both forms of caress were drawing whimpers of distress from the bound boy, making him smile as he nipped and pinched him.

            The white haired boy didn’t react much better to that then he had to the gentle stuff. His soft whimpers became more apparent and he shuddered at the contact more so than before. “Hey, do you have to be so rough? They hurt enough as is,” he snapped.

            That made the older boy look up a little, an amused expression on his face. “Ah, I take it he pinches them to punish you for misbehaving hm? Is that it? Could that be why the slightest touch makes you whimper and cry?” He gave a hard pinch, not unlike the ones Azuma gave him when he wriggled too much.

            Hiead gasped and twitched again, wincing at the pain. He couldn’t help but feel even worse a second later when he saw the same blonde boy pull up a chain that had metallic nobs on either end. “We’ll start you on the adjustable ones I think. They’re good for beginners, then we can work our way up to the spring-loaded ones I think.”

            He felt him slowly screw each cap onto a tit, and while at first they didn’t hurt the white haired boy, the squeezing pressure quickly became painful. The boy adjusting them gave two sharp turns, one on each side, which made him shout in shock and pain.

            The older boy smiled at him and gently tugged on the chain connecting Hiead’s nipples, bringing fourth yet another light yelp. “The nipple clamps are secured Aslan,” he called back to the leader. “Can I play with him a little longer though?”

Aslan smiled from the sidelines as he checked his watch, “sure you can, just don’t forget that he still needs a lot of prepping before lights out.”

            “Not a problem.” The boy leered down at Hiead and knelt on the bed. “I’m going to show you what Azuma likes to do to tits, all right?” He was rewarded with a glare. “Don’t worry, it’s not all pain.”

            He leaned over and started to lick and kiss the bound boy’s left nipple around the base where the clamp just barely touched flesh. With his hand, he started to work on the other one, swirling his fingers leisurely around the same spot on it as his tongue played with on the first. Occasionally, he flicked the nipples either with his tongue or with his fingers, hardly surprised to hear moans of various levels of volume escape pass the white haired boy’s tightly closed lips. Soon the light, gentle flicks increased in their pace and the body below him arched, amusing him to no end. Soft whimpers and coming into the fold, barely head as Hiead pu8lled on his bonds, rattling the head and foot boards.

            The boy with the honey-gold locks slowed down and then stopped. “You need to move on now sweet one. My turn with you is over.” He alerted the older boy who’d been responsible for stripping him earlier.

            The black haired boy walked over, a kind smile on his face this time. It was still a determined look, but it was definitely kinder. He brought his hand down and gently kissed Hiead on the lips. A moment later, his tongue started to slide into the bounce boy’s mouth, eagerly running his tongue around the inner parts of his cheeks. When he pulled back, he looked down at his victim and licked his lips, “you’re very sweet bishounen, I wouldn’t have guessed.”

            With that, the older boy raised his head and started to lick and kiss his neck and throat. He gently bit into the tender flesh, leaving a mark, but never one that lasted for more than a few seconds. He slowly worked his way down the chest, completely by-passing the nipples and the chain licking them together. He stopped just above the navel and looked up with a grin that left the boy beneath him very nervous.

            The older boy ducked his head and started working on the tempting morsel of flesh, drawing a wiggle and a confused look from Hiead. His tongue dabbed in and out of his navel rapidly while his teeth started to nibble around the edge in a tight circle. He was hardly surprised to hear the gasp he’d wrenched from the virgin, and he knew that he hadn’t even really started on his part of the work yet. He began to bite a little harder further down the boy’s sides, as well as sucking at the same time. Since the mark he was making was just off to the side of his navel, the same delightful nerves were being afflicted. The body below him writhed and he heard sharp whimpers.

            He laid his arm on the bound boy’s belly, steadying him as he finished his work, pulling away to reveal the hickey right above the boy’s groin. Aslan nodded his head, he was glad to see that it was light enough that it would heal by the morning, erasing any traces of the pets’ collective involvement in the readying of the new pet. They older boys had decided some time past that if Aslan were to take on a new pet, they would not let him go without preparations to Azuma’s bed. It was better to hurt them a bit now rather than let them come to harm when they were bedded.

            Aslan nodded back to the black haired boy, silently telling his friend that he could move on while he finished preparing everything for the last step. The dark haired boy started kissing down lower, gently heading to his new target. When he took the head of Hiead’s semi-hard length in one hand, the boy jumped a little. But it wasn’t until the dark haired boy lowered his mouth around the head that he cried out.

            The silver haired leader jerked his head in the bound boy’s direction. The last boy, with violet hair and deep green eyes nodded in agreement and quickly quieted the boy with a hard kiss not unlike the ones that Azuma like to give. With the white haired boy silenced, the black haired boy started to gently suck and lick along the head of his sex.

            Hiead’s eyes were still wide open in shock at what the older boys were doing to him. He managed to break off the kiss, turning his head quickly to the side and biting his lip. He understood why he had to be quiet, but he’d rather do it himself than have someone do it for him. He closed his eyes at the soft touch in his hair, knowing that it was the violet haired boy’s way of soothing him.

            He gritted his teeth a moment later when he felt the boy working on him suddenly swallow his entire length. It took all he could do so that he didn’t cry out. Instead, he could himself focusing on his breathing and ignoring the pressure that was starting to build much harder in his body. He felt a tear leak from his eyes and was startled to feel it licked off his cheeks. He opened his eyes to see the boy who had kissed him smile, still running his fingers though his hair. It distracted him long enough that he didn’t notice that the black haired boy had stopped and that Aslan had knelt between his legs.

            Hiead looked down towards Aslan then, he felt a soft disturbing touch on his inner thigh. He stiffened when he felt that touch drift in closer to the one spot that hadn’t been molested yet.

            Aslan moved his butt cheeks apart, lightly running on finger around the outside of the virgin’s entrance. He looked up and locked eyes with the violet haired boy, and nodded his head once, alerting him to the last few steps. He pulled his hand back and dipped his fingers in some sandalwood oil. And again, he brought the same hand back to its destination, Hiead’s body.

            One slick finger ran around in a circle outside the entrance a few times before pressing gently against it. A slow, steady increase on the pressure quickly allowed the fingers to slide inside, making the bound boy gasp. Tenderly, the leader started to rock his finger back and forth, widening the passageway ever so slightly so that there was just enough extra space. A second fingers entered not-so-slowly and thrust in and out, drawing light whimpers.

            The older boy with the honey-blonde locks handed Aslan something that hiead couldn’t see, making him even less uncomfortable. The stretching was slightly disturbing, making the young victim experience new feelings much more quickly than he had wanted to. The fingers quickly stretched him, luckily, nothing happened aside from the fact that Hiead continued to tense up.

            Aslan looked up and met his eyes, sadness and promise showing in them. The white haired boy felt his fingers slip out slowly and he started to relax a good deal, feeling oddly less threatened by the foreign objects. In fact, he was so relaxed that it took him a minute to realize that there was something just inside his entrance that prevented him from closing tightly.

            The sudden, deeply puncturing push forced an object larger than the fingers up him. He tried to fight a little, but let out a cry of pain as the thing slipped inside him, battering against the inner walls of his body. He couldn’t help it this time, he was just so sore all over; the nipple clamps still on tight, the sweet torture his cock had gone through, and now this: he started to cry.

            The older boy with the violet tresses motioned for Aslan to start thrusting the small dildo into Hiead. He kept a vigilant watch over the newest pet, stroking his face and hair, trying to make him feel better about the intrusion. When the boy tried to turn his head away in shame, he was there to catch his lips with his finger and prevent the movement.

            The young boy below him stiffened sharply, when the older boy who had been petting him managed to cover his mouth the same moment that the silver haired boy between his legs shifted the angle of the whatever-it-was inside him that lead to a keening wail of pleasure to rip through his body that would have undoubtedly lead to a great deal of noise. He broke the kiss a second later, too overcome by the steady, hard, pounding of the dildo being pushed up inside him methodically. His eyes were closed tightly and he was panting hard.

            Hiead was not so new to these feelings that he didn’t know what the burning sensation in his body meant. A wonderful pleasure dam in his body was going to burst forth, exploding through his body. The pressure against said dam was getting stronger with each harsh thrust against the sweet spot in his body.

            The older boy cradling his head looked over to the last two boys, nodding to them that they would be done soon. He recognized the intense look blending pain and passion in the younger boy’s face. He continued to gently stroke those tender lips in an effort to stop the virgin from biting them.

            The honey-blonde boy, responsible earlier for the nipple torture on Hiead pressed the quick-release triggers on the sides of the clamps making them snap open. The result was a pair of wide eyes and a muffled scream. He looked up a smiled a silent thank you the violet haired boy covering the boy’s mouth with his own.

            Less than a second later, the bound boy stiffened sharply and he quickly closed his eyes again. A harsh, wonderful sensation rolled through his body, harder than ever before and he came. Aslan wiped away some of the stickiness that had splashed onto his cheek, and licked it away, impressed that it was a little sweeter than in most boys of his age. He looked towards the violet haired conspirator, who was busy wiping away the remnants of Hiead’s passion. “We need to get him cleaned up,” he explained. “We don’t have much time.”

            The cuffs restraining his movements were quickly released and Hiead curled in on himself, still crying from what he had endured.

            The boy with the honey-blonde locks sneered, “You really should thank us you know. Azuma’s two-and-a-half times longer than that toy and one-and-a-half times as wide.” Instead of gratitude, he heard a deeper sense of loss inside the cries. He growled at the poor boy and was calmly smacked upside the head.

            The violet haired boy turned glowering green eyes on him, “You weren’t doing that much better from what I recall. You two,” he nodded at the one with the black hair and the one who’d just been admonished, “go get his clothes and get him dressed. I’ll go stand watch”

            Aslan smiled gratefully at the eldest amongst them. The violet haired boy had been among the first to become Azuma’s personal playthings. While Aslan was considered the leader, he hadn’t been there as long as the other.

            The other two boys quickly redressed Hiead and Aslan reached out to touch him. He was hardly surprised, although startled to have his hand smacked away by the angry and hurt boy. He was not about to be denied this time though.

            He sat on the bed and pulled Hiead upright into a sitting position and pulled him into his embrace. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I really am, but it’s for your own good. Please believe that we only do this so that Azuma won’t hurt you worse.”

            Hiead sniffed and wiped his eyes, still very sore and tender inside. “Is it supposed to hurt that much?”

            Aslan winced in shame, “you’re the youngest pet Azuma has ever taken. You’re smaller and tighter than most of us were so my guess is that’s why you’re as sore as you are. I wish we didn’t have to do this at all, but believe me little one, it will make things better when he beds you.” The older boy heaved a sigh as he rubbed the younger’s back. “Come on, you need to get out of here and to your room. You’ve got ten minutes before lights out.”

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            Hiead walked into his room, ignoring the looks he was given by both Clay and Zero. Clay seemed to be studying him like a lab specimen and Zero was just staring at him with something that resembled concern. When he gasped out loud right before the overhead lights fell, Hiead knew that he’d seen the light bruises from his struggles with the cuffs that they’d used to stretch him out.

            Oh great, he thought bitterly as he undressed in the darkness. Now I have to answer his questions too.
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