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The Digital Age	By : ShadowCat13 Category: Digimon > General Views: 5965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Waking up on something soft and warm Ryan was a little disoriented. It had been years sense he’d sleep in a bed. ’Where am I?’ He wondered at he tried to sit up so he could look around so he could figure out where he was, but something over his waist and legs were holding him down. His mind still foggy with sleep he reacted out and felt around under the blankets for a moment. And felt something hard but warm and smooth feeling.

Realizing he was naked and pressed up against another nude body Ryan’s hand drew back in a flash and his eyes flew to the still sleeping form of Mystimon lay next to him. He was laying on his side facing him and hand his draped over him, as well as one his legs mixed in with his own. The memories of the night before come back to him and he relaxed. A little. He really wanted to get out of the bed, but didn’t dare try untangling the digimons body from his own. He didn’t want to wake him up yet.

So lying on his side Ryan looked at the elfs sleeping face as he thought about what had happened last night. It almost didn’t seem real. He’d expected it to be so much worse than it had been. Not that it hadn’t been bad. But he’d thought he’d feel more humiliated as he wasn’t a girl and being used in such a way. And possibly get physically ill again as had happened after the first time Mystimon had touched him.

It hadn’t happened though. He felt… he wasn’t honestly sure what he was felling. Just that it wasn’t the need to empty his stomach.

He still felt did kind of dirty, that feeling hadn’t gone away, but it wasn’t so strong now. He was mostly feeling a bit numb to the experience, like it didn’t matter how he felt as in the end when Mystimon wanted him again he’d have no choice but give in or be forcefully taken.

’Why did he wait last night then?’ Ryan couldn’t help but wonder. There’d been nothing stopping Mystimon from holding his frightened body down and having his way with him, but instead the elf had just held onto him till he’d relaxed a bit before going on.’He confuses me…’ It would be some much easier if he know for sure just what to expect. In a way he did, but the digimon’s behavior kept surprising him.

A fluttering of Mystimons eyes drew him from his puzzling and Ryan watched the blue orbs slowly open and blinked away the remains of sleep. After a moment the blue eyes focused on him and he felt his arm over his waist tighten a little. “How do you feel this morning? Any soreness?”

“I... think I’m ok sir.” Ryan told him honesty. At least so far he’d not felt any after affects from there activity’s the night before. “I haven’t had a chance to get up yet though.”

“I hope you won’t be too sore. There’s a lot to do this morning. Which is a shame...” Mystimon said regrettably as his hand tailed from the small of the teens back around to his belly button suggestively. If it went just a little lower he’d brush against his soft penis.

His heart pounding with anxiety that Mystimon might decide to do something even if they didn’t have much time Ryan was relieved when he pulled his hand away and sat up to stretch. Now that he could do so he sat up and moved away a little. The movement caused his rear to ache a little now and then but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. Just a little soreness.

~~~

Pushing the covers back Mystimon allowed his eyes to admire the teens nude body at least, smirking a little as Ryan moved a little to be just out of reach. He found it amusing so didn’t reprimand him for it. Only it made him want to reach out and touch him more.

’It really is a shame there isn’t time to at least play with him a little.’ He knew if he did though that there was a really chance he’d not be satisfied with just touching the teen. Last night Ryan had felt wonderful around him and the temptation to experience his body again was high.

He needed to stop thinking about it though of he feared he’d pounce on the boy. He was already feeling the heat down below. So Mystimon drew his eyes away just as Ryan started to fidget, looking as if he was thinking about covering up with the blanket, and got out of bed.

“Get dressed and then come help me.” Mystimon instructed as he walked over to the still open wardrobe. As he pulled out his green riding suit he glance over to be sure Ryan was doing as told, and to a nice view of his butt as the teen was bend over next to the bed reaching for his pants that had somehow ended up half under it.

Turning away Mistymon closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to resist the desire to say hell with leaving early, and going over there to toss him onto the bed. Once Mysitmon thought he had control over himself, he grabbed the rest of what he needed from the wardrobe. Taking them over to the bed he started to dress himself. A few moments later Ryan fully clothed, came over to help.

Not looking at him seemed to help keep his desires in check, so while his pants feel a bit tight Mystimon didn’t find it ‘too’ torturous to have Ryan before him. And least till the boy bent down before him to tie his boot laces. “Go grab my brush and a hair tie from the bathroom.”

Ryan looked confused but got to his feet, “Yes sir.”

“Grab your brush as well. It should be lying on the counter.” The elf called after him as he reached down to do up the laces himself.

Unlike some of this boots and shoes this pair was easy to get tied up, so it didn’t talk him to long. Ryan returned as he was working on the second one and waited silently for him to finish. Once he looked at the teen Ryan held the items out toward him.

“Once your hair doesn’t look such a mess I want you to go find Mikemon.” Mystimon told him taking a hold of his arm. He started to led the teen to the bed to comb out his hair as he’d done yesterday but thought better of it. Instead he handed the comb back to him. “Get it looking decent.”

Looking a little perplexed Ryan took the comb from him and quickly started to work on taming his golden brown hair. Luckily it was naturally curly so it didn’t take too much effort to get it looking ok. Once it was Mystimon snatched the comb back and gave him a push. “Get going. Tell him I’m ready to have my stuff taken out now. After you’d told him come back and help move it.”

“Yes sir.” Ryan said as he caught himself before falling and then hurried out the door.

Mystimon watched the doorway for a moment after he was gone, before picking up his brush and starting to get his own hair presentable. While he brushed it though, he unsurprisingly couldn’t keep his thoughts from wondering to Ryan. They weren’t sexual as they’d been while he was here, well at least not most of them, but instead more thought provoking.

Like why he’d let him go say good bye yesterday. It really had just been a spur of the moment type of discussion. Like getting the pies had been. He did treat his slaves well when they behaved, but wasn’t known to spoil them…

’Just what about the boy made me want too?’ He wondered as he pulled his hair into a ponytail at the nap of his neck. He couldn’t say Ryan was better than any other slave he’d picked up. He wasn’t a breath taking beauty or even partially skilled in bed, though he was wonderfully tight. Still even though he viewed him as nothing more than one of his slaves, Mystimon couldn’t deny he had being treating him better.

If he thought about it had started with flogging the boy. He’d been going to treat him as he would any other slave that ran, but for some reason GrapLeomon had been able to easily change his mind about the punishment he’d receive. Even after that he’d decided not to touch him till his welts had healed up and basically given him 4 days of rest.

“I wonder if anyone thinks I’m going soft yet…” Shaking his head Mystimon got up and tossed his brush as well as the comb he’d given to Ryan into a small chest, before leaving the suite.

~~~

Ryan hurried down to Mikemons office, thinking of looking there for the feline digimon first. He was in luck as he was told to enter when he knocked lightly on the wooden door. Opening it he stepped into the room. Mikemon was sitting on his boosted chair behind his desk and looking though a number of papers. “Good morning sir. Lord Mystimon told me to inform you he’s ready for his things to be taken out now.”

“Alright, I’ll send up some servants.” The cat digimon said as he set down what he’d been reading. Hopping off his chair, he come around the desk and headed for the door.

Ryan followed him out and down the hall for a ways till he come to an entrance to the servants’ passageway. Leaving the Calico he headed back up to Mystimons rooms. Mystimon was no longer there when he entered so he waited in the sitting room for the servants. To his surprise Mikemon arrived with the two men he’d rounded up. Once he realized the cat was there to supervise them it didn’t so much.

Following the cats orders the three started to take the stuff out side to a wagon waiting out front. Which ended up including Mystimon’s armor. Mikemon had them stored in a special chest made just for it before it was taken out. If it had just been Ryan he was sure it would have taken a while, especially as some of the larger chests were too heavy carry alone, but with the three of them it didn’t take too long.

Placing the last of his master’s bags in the wagon, Ryan moved to where he could see the Manor. Gazing at the house wondering if this was the last time he’d ever see the place. Having lived here for the past four years he felt he was going to miss the place, even if the memories about it weren’t that wonderful. While he’d never thought he’d think of the place he been taken to as a slave his home, that’s just what the Manor had sort of become over the years.

Greg and Kat had become like family to him. He’d never saw them as replacements for his real mother and father, more like an Uncle and Aunt. He was even beginning to think of Darin, as rude and annoying as he could get at times, as family.

Rubbing his eyes a little Ryan found himself grateful to Mystimon for giving him the afternoon yesterday to spend time with them. Realizing he was on the verge of tears he blinked rapidly and looked away from the building. As much as he’d miss them and this place, he didn’t want to be seen crying. ‘It’s not like it would change anything if I did cry. He’d still take me with him.’

Unknown to him Mystimons mount, the purple horse digimon Andalusamon, was watching him and had seen the emotions that crossed his face before it went blank. Shaking his head a little he walked closer. He wasn’t particularly concerned for the boy, he’d seen his rider get too many slaves for that, but for some reason he did want to tell the boy to just accept his fate.

“It’s no use wishing things were different. They aren’t, so it would be better for you in the long run to just give in till Mystimon’s bored of you and finds another.” Andalusamon said coming up behind him and startling Ryan.

Embarrassed to have jumped, Ryan turned his head to look at the big green eye looking at him. He was also a bit embarrassed to have though the digimon little more than smarter horse as he’d never heard him speak before. As what the horse was saying sunk in though he looked down at the ground. “What if he doesn’t? Get bored that is?” He wasn’t sure why he was asking, but something about the purple horse was putting him at ease, despite the topic.

“That may happen,” The purple horse admitted, “but I’ve seen him take interest in many boys your age only to find another after a few months. I feel it’s safe to guess it’ll be the same with you.”

Ryan didn’t doubt what he was saying, but wasn’t sure what to hope for. Or think about how he’d been treated by Mystimon. “Does he commonly buy pies for his slaves?”

“No… That is more of something I’d expect him do for his brother.” Andalusamon said looking thoughtful, before looking towards the door as it opened and Mystimon followed by Grapleomon come out.

Not sure what to make of that, Ryan looked over at the door as well. As Mystimon neared he saw the digimons sword was hanging at his side and wondered if he thought it might be needed. Ryan rather hoped not…

After saying a few parting words with Grapleomon that Ryan didn’t catch, Mystimon came over his way. “You’ve got everything put away in the wagon?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” Mystimon said and before Ryan could even blink found himself being placed on Andalusamon’s saddle. The Elf mounted behind him and wrapped an arm around his waist, while he took hold of the reins the bitless bridle Andalusamon wore with his free hand.

Trying to ignore the hand on his stomach that he felt was far lower than needed to be, Ryan looked back at the manor one last time as they rode away. He saw a number of servants had come out to watch them leave. His fellow slaves as well. Looking away quickly he looked down the path head of them with unforced eyes.

~~~

Knight Demon was getting ready to leave the Inn he’d spent the night in. Luckily this town didn’t seem to be so paranoid and hardly seemed to care if he was a dark digimon (as long as he behaved that is) so he’d been able to spend the night in a real bed.

He’d thought of paying for breakfast there, but there seemed to be some kind of commotion going on in the Inns kitchen, which involved banging pans and the Inn keeper begging someone not to leave, so Knight Demon thought he’d be better off finding something at a stall to eat before he left town. Dropping off his room key with one of the employees as their boss was a bit busy at the moment he headed out.

Following his nose it didn’t take him long to find a place in the towns’ market street that was selling some meat pies. Picking their cheesy egg and ham breakfast ones he bought three and started to eat them as walked to the town’s west exit. On his way he sensed something seem to appear behind him.

Not wanting to let whatever it was let him realize he knew about it, he keep eating as he walked. Expecting something to happen after he’d gotten to a less populated area, Knight Demon was surprised when nothing did when he took a short cut though the alleys to get to the way out of town faster. He wasn’t sure just how it was keeping hidden, just that it had something to do with shadows around them. If he’d not been so in tuned to darker powers he doubted he’d even have known it was there.

Leaving the town all together he walked for about a mile before stopping. “Well are you going to do anything save follow me around?”

There was no response, and as he’d not really expected one he just turned to look in the general direction he thought his stalker was. He saw nothing but a large shadow cast by an oak tree.

“How do you know I’m here?” Asked a more curious than anything else sounding feminine voice, before a black and silver humanoid fox seemed to ‘faded’ in view the shadow of the large tree. “I’ve never meet anyone that could do that before.”

“If you tell me why you were following me, I might tell you how I knew you were there.” He told her, he assumed the fox was female from the sound of it voice and slender looking frame.

“Deal!” The black Renamon said as walked towards him. “WereGarurumon sent me to see who the red armored demon looking for him was and find out why if I could. Your turn!”

Blinking a little Knight Demon wondered at her willingness to just tell him, assuming it was true. It seemed likely thought as he had heard a Black Renamon ran around with the Werewolf’s group. “I could sense you. You gave off a bit of dark energy while invisible.” He told her as he didn’t see the harm in it.

“I do?” She asked looking around and sniffing a little for traces of it.

Deciding he liked the fox, Knight Demon hoped she wasn’t just putting on an act for some reason. He wouldn’t enjoy hurting her. “So could I meet WereGarurumon if you approve of my reason for looking for him?”

“Probably.” Black Renamon agreed looking back at him. “Why are you looking for him?”

“Because I think we could possibly help each other.” He told her. “He seems to be against enslaving humans, as am I. There’s little I can do to fix what’s happened alone though.”

Gazing at him, Black Renamon took on a more thoughtful look that made her seem less playful and more serious then she’d appeared to be before. “I’ll take you to meet him, but if you try anything funny you’ll regret it.” She said giving him a look that promised it wasn’t a bluff. “We need to go that-a way~” She said suddenly pointing and running off.

“Back to the hills huh?” He murmured looking the way she was going before following after.
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