Dusk laid on the cold stone floor shivering.
How long had he laid there in his own blood , sweat, and tears?
To him, it felt like ages, but it had only been a few weeks.
He was so determined to escape the dark king that captured him.
He tried so hard to stay strong, and not fall into submission.
He failed.
He failed miserably.
And now he was vulnerable to this dark god. So very vulnerable.
His voice had faded, his body was numb, and he was reduced to skin and bone.
The metal door creaked open, light streaming in that blinded the small boy.
Then He entered.
He wore a black suit with a royal blue tie, dark dress pants and black boots.
He strode over, his hands in his pockets.
He stood in front of Dusk, a smirk ever so present on his face.
"Well, My little songbird, How's your little rebellion going?" He mused.
Dusk cast his gaze at the king's shoes, several tears dripping down his face.
He had no will to fight, let alone live. He'd do what ever the king asked.
He shook his head as his eyes drooped.
The god chuckled darkly before speaking again.
"If you prove to me you'll behave, I'll let you leave this room with me." He said.
Dusk lifted himself with a great amount of struggle, feeling his muscles ache and bone crack.
He leaned down and kissed the king's boot.
The king smirked knowingly.
"That's a good boy. See? Was that so hard?" He cooed.
Dusk's arms gave out under him and he fell to the floor with a thud.
Dusk looked up defeated as the king began to unchain him.
The king lifted the boy up and carried him out of the dark chamber into a much more extravagant one.
A large fireplace was in the middle of the back wall with a black sofa in
front. Large intricate designed widows lined each side, on the right a door
lead to the balcony.
A large king sized bed with black furred sheets was on the left wall.
A few bookcases littered with relics or books sat on the left side of the
bed. Large black mahogany double doors led out of the room.
They walked into a dark marble bathroom.
The king set Dusk on the toilet while he turned the bath on.
Once he adjusted the temperature, he set the naked boy down in the water.
He flinched when the hot water touched his stinging behind.
The king beat his ass pretty hard last they met.
Soon the king was scrubbing away all of the dirt Dusk had on his body, from head to toe.
Dusk relaxed as the king washed him.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, he thought.
Once the king rinsed him off, he picked him up and wrapped him in a large fluffy towel.
He dried him off before putting one of his shirts on Dusk, which was more like a dress.
The god set the trembling boy to straddle his hips. He stared into the boy's
eyes, who quickly averted his gaze downward.
The boy whimpered as the king moved his hands to hold his round ass.
"You listen here, Dusk Shine." He began, "I am your Master now, and I
expect a obedient Pet.".
Dusk looked up with watery eyes and nodded, averting his gaze again.
"You will only address me as Master or as Your Highness, Do you
understand?" He said.
Dusk nodded.
"I can't hear you." The king growled.
Dusk whimpered, "Y-yes M-Master....".
"Good. Now, it's late, Let's get you to bed." He said calmly.
He carried the trembling boy to his bed and laid him down.
Once the king laid down the lights turned off.
Dusk immediately began to freak out, trying to find something to hold...
Then he touched his master's hand, and gripped on to it.
"What's your..." His master stopped mid-sentence when he heard little
sobs coming from the boy, who was now shaking.
"Don't go. Don't go. Don't go..." The distraught boy muttered.
The king realized what the problem was...
When he visited Dusk, he would leave him alone in the dark.
Dusk thought he was going to leave him alone again.
"Dusky, calm down babe, I'm right here." His Master reassured.
He wrapped his arms around the crying boy until he dozed off.
~*~
When Dusk woke up, he was pressed against his Master's chest.
His Master was still asleep, his deep blue hair still swept back.
He opened his eyes, blood red stared into bright purple.
Dusk squeaked in surprise when his Master woke.
"Are you alright?" His Master asked.
"Y-yes M-Master-r... I.. I'm F-fine." Dusk stuttered lowering his gaze.
His Master pulled away and got up.
He stood in the cold light that crept in through the window.
Dusk watched the muscles in his superior's back shift.
"Like what you see, Pet?" He asked making Dusk snap out of his trance.
Dusk's face flushed profusely, "I...".
The king chuckled at the boy's antics, watching the boy shuffle on the bed.
"I unfortunately have to work today." His Master spoke while moving about
the room.
"Since you don't have any clothes yet, you'll have to stay here
and just get settled a bit." He finished dressing.
He stood in front of Dusk, adjusting a cuff on his sleeve,
"You will stay in
this room at all times, you may use the restroom, but you will not leave this
room. Do not go out on the balcony. You can watch TV or go back to sleep.
I'll have a maid bring up breakfast for you, usually we'd eat together, but
I'm some what late." He said pulling on his boots.
"I will be back by lunch, if
not, a maid will bring that up as well. So behave yourself, and I love you." he said kissing the top of Dusk's head. Dusk's face flushed, nodding his head.
"Yes Master, You too." Dusk said
before he caught himself.
"I-I m-mean.... Wel-ll I didn't-" Dusk stumbled on
his words as the king burst out laughing.
"Oh Dusk, You are simply
adorable." He laughed.
Dusk stood shuffling for a moment as the king disappeared out the door,
closing it behind him. He stood for a while longer before walking over to
the bed to retrieve a blanket, returning to the couch.
He sat there bundled up for a while before the maid came in. She glanced around the room before gasping aloud.
"Get off of that!" she screamed,
slamming the tray down on the table. Dusk jumped, abandoning his
blanket. She stomped over and ripped the shirt off of his body, leaving him
naked.
"Whores like you don't deserve such things!" She shouted in his face.
He let tears drip down his face as she got up and took the tray with her. He
crawled over to the corner of the room before curling into a fetal position.