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Writer: Dying In Black
Title: Sinful Paradise
Warning: Gay Themes, Fantasy, Angst, Rape, Bishounen, And Male Pregnancy
Summary: A world where men are breeders; a Lord will find a painfully beautiful battered boy and share his love and wealth with him, only problem is even paradise can be sinful, for how can you love someone carrying someone else’s child?
Chapter One: Bleeding Rose
“They found him in the forest Sire, chained to the trees as though he were some offering. We cut him down, but did not know what to do with him, looking at him I suggested that we bring him to you and strike a deal in which we may all profit from. Due to his body, hair and face I propose we start a pleasuring business with him and charge men for pay. But we must be careful, very careful when it comes to that for you see Sire he is a bearer.” The man pointed at the belly that slightly swelled and at the chest that was bearing form to breasts.
Domenic stared deeply into drugged lavender eyes. The boy couldn’t have been more than sixteen at the most. Golden blond hair fell to his feet dragging lower. Some of his loose hair twisted into a braid as the rest fell on him like a veil. His face was the essence of beauty and innocence bearing a small bruise on his cheek. Skin-like buttermilk and smooth like marble. His ears were pierced countless of times; the top of the ear had a chain connecting to the ear lobe. The boy’s eyes were slightly closed gold and lavender barely visible from the heavy fall of night lashes that touched the tops of his pale cheeks.
Dominic stared at the naked body that lay on top of furs. The boy’s legs were open, Creig still studying the boy from the outside as well as inside. He looked at Domenic and stood, muttering a few things into Dominic’s ear as he spoke.
“This boy was raped,” Dominic turned to stare at the trader and narrowed his dark eyes.
“We did not know that,” muttered the trader looking at the boy.
“He’s bearing a prodigy of rape Sir Via, certainly he must not be willing to be invoked into sexual acts with other men,” stated Dominic before his mouth grew grim “Or as long as you are speaking of a bethrol, and the possibilities of rape for a few coins in your pouch.”
“O-of course not Sire. I am merely expressing that here we have a beautiful boy bearing the life of another and that the possibility that we make a profit with him, he will have to feed his child Sire, what other way but obtaining a job?”
“And what if this boy wishes nothing to do with the child? What then?”
The trader said nothing, but stared at the boy and mumbled his apologies before walking back to his group into the dinning hall. Dominic gave a sigh as he stood and made his way towards the naked boy. Creig had draped a blanket over the boy’s waist, his legs lifted and spread apart as Creig did his menstruations, studying the boy’s insides and trying to repair damage there.
Dominic made himself comfortable on the stack of furs; brushing golden bangs away from the boy’s face as his other hand ran smooth fingers over the developing breasts.
“It’s strange,” he mused “That countless of years ago women were the one’s to bear humans, and then comes the age of technology and then it is men who also do so.”
“It is,” muttered Domenic grabbing a towel as he wiped bloody gloves “Especially how the body changes after they are planted, growing bigger around the stomach, swelling breasts, and then their hormones go crazy and your accused of having sex with the neighbor,” he mused before going back to his work.
“He is quite beautiful,” Dominic placed a broad hand on the pale forehead “I wonder how he had looked, naked, standing there under branches of trees vines making their way around his body, chains on his wrists and still standing tall. It’s a pity really that they drugged him, I would have wanted to ask him so many questions.”
“You will soon, for he is waking,” Creig quickly began to work faster “I better finish this quickly before he comes awake, it’s always a bitch when I start sowing and never finish.”
“How do you know he is waking?”
“He’s clenching, I felt the pressure on my fingers. He was clearly raped, his anus seems to have been torn and was bleeding profusely, it must have been an agonizing pain blood everywhere. He was maybe taken many times, maybe by different partners. His thighs are heavily bruised and his back is also. The man must have not been able to resist for he was taken dry.”
“Poor little birdie,” crooned Domenic running a hand on the boy’s chest twiddling a nipple in his fingers while the other stroked the roundness of the growing breast “I hope we get to see him pregnant, I would like to see how big these get,” he said and pulled at the nipple slightly before the boy stood up gasping.
It startled Domenic and Creig as both jumped back as the boy ran a hand over his face, sweat brimming his forehead the drugs still taking effect. He turned lazy gold lavender eyes to his legs. Blood seeped down his legs, open and freely as the pain suddenly hit him strong. He began to cry out and screaming words in a language neither knew. The boy tried moving, but that only caused him more pain.
Creig moved to the boy as he opened the purse next to him and took out a needle and filled it with a clear liquid mixing it with a brown until the formula looked yellow. He coaxed the boy muttering reassurances as the boy’s eyes grew wide before closing as Creig slipped the needle into his neck. Creig gently lay him down and then proceeded with his work.
“Gave us quite a scare,” remarked Domenic as he took a few steps towards Creig’s work
“Poor thing,” he muttered at the bloody mess and the pink cavern that seemed to have been brutalized, widened the insides bloody and torn.
“He’s almost finished…there… done,” Creig said and took another injection and placed on the boy’s lower regions “He wont feel the pain, it’ll heal quite nicely in about six to nine days thanks to the medicine that just arrived, I should go get it, but I’ll clean up here first.”
“Good idea,” answered Dominic as he planted a kiss on the boy’s forehead “Sweet dreams birdie, you’ll need them.”
