Touch Me {Nicolas&&Jared NC-17}

[rylie]

"Get me the lord of the Castle and that fine young man Slave -Jared I believe his name was. Now." Ryan West ordered dully to a servant who had appeared to take his order for anything he so wanted.

He arched a brow as the man continued to stand there and then made a shooing motion with his hand. "Have I changed into a fly? Stop staring as do as I say!"

"Yes sir!" The servant stuttered, bowing quickly before scurrying from the room.

Sighing, Ryan rubbed his forhead in frustration. Normally he was actually a pretty sensible man, yet that maid or servant or whatever they called it in this place, had gotten on his nerves with his stuttering and stammering and fucking around. He needed to get a good lay and this was what he had been told was the place for it.

"I was brought here for pleasure and I'll have my fucking pleasure." He growled, tossing back a goblet of whiskey as he lounged on a bed that he had had brought into the room by one of the servants. He lay there, silk black boxers his only attire as he waited for the two subs he had been told about.

His blond hair stayed on end from the product which had been put into it earlier that same day. His glasses lay perched on the bridge of his nose and the firelight from the fireplace lit up his well sculptured features like magic. He itched his chest nonechalantly and the thick muscles rippled as he ran a light and skilled hand up and down it, causing his nipples to stand on end; rock solid.

"Hurry up," He mumbled into the darkness, taking another swig of his whiskey. His hand reached down to his soft dick and he reached a hand down and under the silky material, running a thumb over the head of it and causing it to jump at the sudden attention. He squeezed it hard enough to groan in pain and blood began to pool at his groin at the pleasure of it. "Fuck ya."

[Jared Padackles]

Jared had been working hard at getting to sleep, and uneasy quell in his stomach. What ever Nick got had fetched him, and was bubbling unwell in his stomach. He groaned, stretching out the length of his bed as he grasped the headboards. It was habit. When ever he felt sick, believe it or not, thoughts of his past and present adotped parents would fill his mind, reminding him of how dirty they made him feel. He shuddered under an invisible touch, before he suddenly found himself being lifted from the bed.

"What the fuck?" He swung, arching and bucking in the grip, trying to break it without panicing too badly. He'd even not been there but three hours and only just understood that he was a slave, and now he was ebing whisked off somewhere? For all he could know, to lose his virginity! He struggled all the more, his muscles in his back tightening with strain. He shifted his weight and all 120 pounds to his backside, adding onto his tallness. But no success as more men came and held him up. His hands were tired behind his back feverently, and his legs follow, before a large and rather uncomfortable gag was pushed between his teeth.

"Mmph!" He thrusted, his eyes suddenly blinded folded. What was this?! He gave in to his fear, letting a whimper go in result. He felt himself being carried up a trail of stairs, before the creaking of a door, and he was roughly dumped on the floor. He groaned as his ribs came in hard contact with the floor, before his eyes could see again.

And what a sight.

The man was gorgeous, but lacked clothing, and Jared felt flusted; panicked. "W-what are you doing?" He stuttered. "What do you want with me?" His voice broke on the end.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas yawned tiredly. His eyes held largely purple bags beneath them and he'd already emptied his stomach of its contents twice that same night. Rolling over in bed he moaned in pain as a wave of heat washed over him and his body temperature spiked. "Dammit, just kill me already."

"My Lord Cashel, you have notified us before to follow out with everyone of your guests' desires and so therefore appologize but this must be done."

Nicolas did a bit of a stomach crunch as he looked up to see a pair of men approaching him, rope and bindings in hand. His eyes widening in fear he cried out in fear and scrambled away, throwing pillows at the men to try in vain to distract them. A headache caused him to groan in pain and he stumbled blindly in the darkness about the room, dodging the other men nimbly. 'Pays to be slim I supose.'

He wrenched open his bedroom door and stumbled out into his living room, throwing a scared look over his shoulder only to see the servants he had once called 'faithful', hot on his trail. He swing upen the door to his room and looking forward gasped at the sudden sight of yet another man. Before he could react, fist connected with jaw and everything went black, a sickening crunching noise heard as something in his face cracked.

~*~

Nicolas groaned as he was tossed to the floor carelessly, tossing his head to the side and pushing away a blindfold to have his vision blurr slightly. "Where am I?" He moaned, coughing horribly, blood coming out to splatter on the floor.

Swallowing hard he turned his head and rolled till he was on his back and peered backwards at the sight before him. "Jar-Jared? Are you alright?"

[rylie]

Ryan was full aware of the presence of the two other male's entry into his room and merely grunted in acknowledgement to their existence. Moaning he began to run his hand up his thick and now fully engorged shaft, putting pressure on the sensitive vein on the underside of it. He arched into his touch and his other hand reached down to massage his ball sack, rolling them roughly in his hand, the pain and pleasure mix sending jolts of electric sensation coursing through him.

"Fuck yaaaaa." He groaned, turning completely around so that his ass stuck up high and proud in the air. With a grunt he began to thrust against both the clean sheets of his bed and his hand. His right hand leaving his scrotum, the fingers crawled nimbly to that little spot between his dick and balls and he pushed, crying out at the sudden feelings this evoked. The sounds of the younger men in the background making his erotic mind go into a fuzzy twirl of bliss.

"I hope you like the show boys, cause you’ll soon be the main attraction once I get myself warmed up.” He continued to thrust into his hand and the sheets, moaning and writhing in pleasure. He turned his head back and groaned at the beauty of the two other boys.

Licking his fingers of his right hand he reached back behind him and, still thrusting into his rough hand, pushed three fingers into his ass without a second’s hesitation for the pain. “Yesssss…” He moaned at the pain, loving every little bit of it. Twisting and arching his fingers inside him he searched out his prostate and began to repeatedly hammer it once it was found until he came, shooting like a rocket into his hand and the sheets.

Shuddering in his release he turned around and with a heavy sigh, lifted himself from the bed, swaggering cockily over to the other men and dropping his boxers which he had worked around the whole time. He placed his hands on his hips and studied the two men before stepping out of the stained under wear and bending over completely to untie the over abused Master Cashel. “Well, your servants seem to hold sooo much love for you, Lord Cashel. Now strip from those tight little pants of yours and get your ass on that bed. Now!” He barked, snarling as he pulled the man to his feet and shoving him brutally in the direction of the bed.

Turning to Jared he growled menacingly. “And what are you staring at? Do the same to, bitch! Get your ass naked and on that bed!” He roared, standing up to his full height and glowering at the other man; an expectant look on his face.

[Jared Padackles]

He saw Nick be brought in, saw the blood he spat out, and fear hit a note in him, before he relaxed. He jumpstarted when Nick's eyes met his.

"Jar-Jared? Are you alright?" He could only nod, and jumped at the sound of the rugged man's voice, his eyes widening in horror and surprise at the sight of the man stroking the length of his penis, engorged with blood and pulsing so hard Jared thought it'd blow.

Trying to keep some reign on his dignity, he turned his head, refusing to look, but hands on his cheeks and chin forced him to watch. His pants grew tight despite he protests against it, and he couldn't help a sob. Oh shit, he was going to get raped. He whimpered, trying to escape the grip. He was friggin' stronger than these guys, yet he felt like goo.

It only registered that the man was talking to him after he had came back, having blanked himself out like he used to do to avoid situations. The man towered as of now, but if Jared stood, he'd be the taller. And so, that's ust what tear-streaked Jared did. His backbone when things got bad were famous.

"Make me," His voice was weak but his eyes glowed with defiance. It was somewhat hard to stand between a gorgeous man and a half-hard boner between his legs.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas cried out as he was tossed towards the bed and in his fevored state all he could manage to do was fall onto the bed limply. He tried to get up, he really did but he just couldn't seem to move. Bile rose in his throat and he had the acrid taste in his mouth, fould and completely unwanted. Rolling from the bed he fell to the floor, crawling weakly towards the window and speqing out both vomit and blood, tears streaming down his face in his pain.

He spat one last time and slapped himself hard across the face to get a hold of himself. He was the master of this castle, had complete control of the situation. And then it hit him like a slap of water upon naked flesh. He was in the pressence of a guest and one of his number one rules was that as long as there was no death of slaves or anyone else in their pressence, the guest had complete control of the situation. He turned sympathetic eyes onto his Servents and shook his head at their weak offer to help him. It was, in all reality, his own fault that they had had to do what they had did to him.

"Go." He whispered, pointing in the direction of the door and glaring at them as they tried to protest. Once they had all left he turned his gaze upon Jared who was staring at the handsom blond man defiantly. Taking a breathe he knew that he had to save his friend.

Stumbling to his feet he wiped his mouth and reached a shaky hand out for some water, rinsing his mouth out and spitting it out the window. Once he was sure that the foul taste of puke was gone he stumbled onto the bed and stripped naked, laying flat on his back to get his barings. Panting he heaved himself up onto his knees and whistled shrilly.

"Hey, big boy. Why not come over here and have a little fight upon the sheets of this here bed? I'll fight you for top." He winked coyly and shook out his brown locks, giggling softly as they tickled his over heated forhead. HE could have pased out if it wasn't for the fact he was trying to save the young man's virtue. He was 25 for christs sake, did it really matter if he had sex with another man without love? He didn't answer his own question yet merely laid back on the bed, legs spread in open invitation.

"Come and get me, stud." HE could have gagged at the repulsive speach.

[rylie]

"Hey, big boy. Why not come over here and have a little fight upon the sheets of this here bed? I'll fight you for top."

Ryan swore that if the Lord of the Castle hadn't spoken up at that moment he would have had his long fingers clenched around the young man's throat, strangling and blocking off air until he begged to be released and promised to bend any which way for Ryan.

Turning his head he lost his breathe at the sight before him. Nicolas laid back, legs spread on his bed and whispered in a slutry voice, "Come and get me, stud."

Ryan was practically drooling as he walked cockily towards the bed, erection jutting out proudly in all it's naked glory. "Touch me." He ordered as he crawled onto the bed, sitting before Nicolas and pulling him forward so that he was in a sitting position. "And let me kiss those cock hungry lips of yours too, baby."

Ryan growled posessively and tackled the other man, spreading his full body weight ontop of him and rubbing his groin up against Nicolas', his lips crushing the other's in a ferral chase for dominance which he had all the intent on winning.

Jerking his head away he suddenly had a knife to Nicolas' throat, dragging it slowly across the tan, creamy skin so trickles of blood fell from the grazes. "Get your ass over here Jared Padackles or I'll kill your Lord. Naked. Bed. Now!"

He turned his head back to the Nicolas' and began to kiss him hungrilly, his intent to steal his breathe away as obvious as the sun in the afternoon sky.

[Jared Padackles]

Jared whimpered, his defiance leaving him as he saw his friend distract the other man.

"No, Nicky..." He whispered, but the older man didn't hear. He felt anger burning; boiling in his stomach, but suddenly, a knife was brought into play, kissing Nick's skin and Jared froze.

"Get your ass over here Jared Padackles or I'll kill your Lord. Naked. Bed. Now!" He didn't know when he started shaking. The binds were stiff and itching at his skin, scratching them raw. He shifted, not knowing what to do, before he glanced at Nick's fearful eyes. Swallowing past a too large lump in his throat, he moved forward. If he ever got out of these binds...

He crawled onto the bed on his knees, his long torso still giving him advantage. He glared deep and hard at the man, hatred burning deep.

"Who are you and how do you know us?" He growled. For some shy, OCD panicky guy, he had his bravado, idiotic moments.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas couldn't stand it anymore. The pressure of it all. The whole situation was his fault. If he hadn't made those stupid rules about doing whatever a guest wanted while in their pressence then none of this would have been happening.

"I'm so sorry Jared. It's all my fault. He's in control of everything and anything as long as no death play is involved. It's one of the rules of the Castle. Even I can't break them and it's my home. I'm so sorry my friend. It's all my fault. It's all my fault."

Nicolas sobbed into his hands, his full body being wracked by the heart wrenching sobs. He began to climb away from Ryan and towards Jared, fighting with the bindings until the finally sprung loose. Tears streamed from his eyes and he shook his head to try and stem the sniffling and broken noises that were being emitted from his very being.

"He never said anything about not being tied up. But you can't do anything to him Jared. What he want's is to be done. He could throw you against the wall and have his way with you there if he wanted to. You can't touch him. He's invincible until his pleasures have been quenched long enough for us to get out of here. It's all my fault. all my bloody fault. I'm the old one here, I should have protected you but I couldn't. I couldn't save you like I couldn't save Mama. Don't hate me Kayla, I didn't mean to steal your mother's life from her. If I'd only have made it there sooner."

Sweat rained down from his body and he began to shake as pictures of his past floated before him. He turned and crawled on his hands and knees towards the pillows, curling up in them to sob. He was suddenly freezing and all he wanted to do was sleep with a warm quilt wrapped around his body.

[rylie]

Ryan watched through amusedly narrowed eyes as the two young men conspired right there in front of him, as if he were not there. He arched an eyebrow as Jared was freed from his bindings and snorted at the cute little scene of fluffiness before him.

"Ladee fucking da da. Get your ass back here Nicolas Cashel!" He roared, gripping Nicolas' ass cheeks and pulling him back towards him forcefully. Taking the lean man by the waist he rubbed his engorged cock up and down his tightly clenched ass cheeks. "I'll fucking have my way with you right here and now if you don't behave. Enough attention seeking and get over there and kiss him!"

He tossed the 25 year old Master of the Castle towards Jared and folded his arms over his massively muscular chest; waiting.

[Jared Padackles]

It was taking years of built of protections agaisnt himself to hold himself back from tearing the man in front of them limb from limb. He craddled Nick close when he was in proximity, his bindings free and feeling much lighter. Now, he'd have a chance.

"But this isn't willing. I thought everything had to be consensual," He whispered, quite enough Nick could hear it, but it was just a rasp from where the other man stood.

This was too much. Too familiar. He shook his head, a past voice replacing the man's. He closed his eyes tightly, wearing it off. He dipped lower into Nick.

"Please. I don't want do this." He whispered, just barely stifiling a whimper. He wasn't about to beg, but that didn't stop him from asking.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas whispered softly to Jared from across the bed where he lay, "You're a Pleasure Slave Jared. Your job is to pleasure him. If you don't behave he could have you brought down to the torture chamber and beat you within an inch of your life."

Nicolas' eyes were blank now, yet when Ryan gripped his ass he yelped out in both surprise and pain. "Stop it!" He screamed, crying out as he was jerked onto the other man's lap. Horror struck him at the feel of the large member pressing up against his butt. He shook his head wildly in defiance.

"I'll fucking have my way with you right here and now if you don't behave. Enough attention seeking and get over there and kiss him!"

Nicolas literally soared through the air as Ryan threw him towards Jared, smacking naked chest against Jared's knee. He gasped at the sudden tossing and groaned as he felt a bruise already forming on his fragile body. He lifted himself to his knees and saw red. This man wanted him? Wanted to have his way with the both of them? He'd bloody well give him some fun then!

"You wanna see us kiss? I'd rather bite your tongue out!" Nicolas growled, pouncing on the older man and tackling him off the bed, claiming his lips as his own. He hated the fact that the other man was as handsome as he was. He hated having to kiss him. He hated the feeling of guilt that washed over him as thoughts of Lucian washed over him. "Go Jared! Get out of here!"

He jerked his lips from Ryan's and not thinking twice, brought his knee up to connect with the larger man's groin area. "This is my Castle, bastard!"

[rylie]

"You wanna see us kiss? I'd rather bite your tongue out!"

Before Ryan had the chance to react, the smaller man jumped him, knocking him from the bed and to the ground. He growled but it was muffled by a pair of brutally soft lips on his, placing pressure there and nothing more.

"Go Jared! Get out of here!"

"This is not what I requested." Ryan whispered in an angry growl, the threat there and completely evident. Ryan saw stars though as Nicolas' knee made connection with his groin, stealing his breathe away.

"This is my Castle, bastard!"

"That's what you think for now." And his lips were not kissing but biting the other Man's, his fist making conection with his jaw before he was leaping from the ground and attacking Jared, pinning him beneath himself with all his body weight.

Leaning down low he whispered, "You trying to get away from me, beautfiul? 'Cause it ain't happening." And with that he kissed Jared. But his lips weren't hard and brutal, but soft and gentle.

[Jared Padackles]

Jared had made a beeline for the door, planning on retrieving help, but all plan had been diminished when he fell under the weight of the man holding him at captive, his lips catching on Jared's, and panic spread through him. Gathering his senses, he smartened, and opened his mouth just enough that he could pinch Ryan's lips between his teeth with ease, jerking his head violently and causing tears in the tender flesh.

"Bastard!" He hissed, but he wasn't going to admit that he liked the feel of those soft lips. They were nothing like the others before him. He glanced to where his long legs were, than back at Ryan, before abruptly raising his left leg and knocking the elder man in the stomach with his knee.

"I don't take likely to rape," He hissed, his hands grasping at Ryan's shoulders. The timid, shy Jared was scared from him. This was his protected side. He pushed him off, and scooted back, dragging his ass on the floor as he reached for Nick.

"Dude, get up. You gotta get out of here." Dignity aside, he had to think of the lord. He turned to Ryan. "I wasn't aware you were allowed to use the lord without his consent." He lifted his top lip in a snarl. "Did I misread the letter? Did I miss that announcement?" He growled, getting up from the floor and approaching Ryan, standing an inch below him. He had to get rid of his ego somehow.

"I thought it was slaves only," He snarled, seeming to forget he was one at the moment.

[Nicolas Cashel]

Nicolas watched the scene play out before him with blurry eyes. Everything was swimming and he felt as if he could hardly manage to keep his eyes open. He groaned at the pain in his jaw, knowing that something had been cracked there with the hard blow. He'd definitely be changing the rules of the Castle. And then it hit him. What if this man didn't believe that all of this was real? What if he thought it all to be a dream of some kind and wasn't aware that what he was doing was real?

Swallowing, he choked on blood that was in his mouth and spat it out onto the carpet. If this man wasn't aware of what was transpiring and that he was in deed hurting other people, then the guilt might eat at him. He had been in the army and see fighting and violence. Was this perhaps his way of controling a violent situation when he'd had no control over what happened in the war?

"Ryan, this isn't a dream you know. This is real. You're hurting real people. Do you think that the pain that Jared and I are both feeling is unreal? Cause we're here. We're here and you're hurting us. Please, honey just think about it. Are you sure you realize what it is that you're doing right now?" Nicolas voice was a whisper as he shakily got to his feet, walking over to the other tow men only to fall to the ground in an unconscious heap, the events of what had just transpired and his illness al to much for him.

[rylie]

"Ryan, this isn't a dream you know. This is real. You're hurting real people. Do you think that the pain that Jared and I are both feeling is unreal? Cause we're here. We're here and you're hurting us. Please, honey just think about it. Are you sure you realize what it is that you're doing right now?"

Ryan turned his attention back onto the Lord Nicolas Cashel. He'd forgot about him, in a way. The fiery tempered Jared had taken up alot of his time and it was starting to piss him off. This was a fantasy place and he wanted his fantasy to come to life. But how could they really think that this was all real? Shit like this wasn't normal and so therefor it never happened.. Did it?

"Lord Cashel, you aren't being honest. This place isn't anything but a dream or figment of the immagination or whatever you think it is. This shit doesn't happen. It can't be real because it is not real."

Nicolas walked over to him and Ryan stared at him through slitted eyes. The man looked like he was going to reach out for him but then he collapsed in a heap on the ground, passed out. Gasping in surprise, Ryan forgot about Jared and went into soldier mode. It was like back in the war. Man down! Man down! It screamed in his head and he hurried to lift the limp man into his arms, carrying him over to the bed and laying him down on it.

"Get something cold. Wet a cloth Jared with cold water. Now!" He snapped, flinching at the heated temperature of the smaller man's forhead. "He's burning up.."

Ryan sat down on the bed beside Nicolas' head and began to smooth back the soft hair from the sweat dampened forhead. This fever was real. The shivering man was real. This place was real. And he had hurt these men. He hadn't meant to, thinking that it was just a dream.

"I'm sorry Nicolas. I didn't mean to hurt you. If I'd only known.." He broke off and looked down at the delicate features of the younger man. He was so fragile, Ryan shouuld have known made up people couldn't be this real. He looked up to Jared and said in an ashamed voice, "I'm sorry. I didn't know.."

[Jared Padackles]

Jare watched in horror as his friend fell limp and whimpered. Oh god, this was not happening.

"Get something cold. Wet a cloth Jared with cold water. Now!" He jumped at the sudden command, but scooted off to do said deed. He fled the room to the basin room, fetching a cloth under cold water and then dousing it slightly by rolling it. He swiftly returned to the man, suddenly realizing he had left Nick alone and helpless with the man who had just tried to rape them.

He watched Ryan with cold eyes, and nudged him over to place the cloth over Nick's forehead, stroking his cheek for comfort.

"You'll be okay, hun." His gentle voice was only reserved for friends in need. And it was rarely used.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know.." He heard Ryan's ashamed apology, and turned to him, before sighing.

"Look, I'm not going to chew you up and spit you out again, so I'm gunna say this. Asking helps too. That's what we are... slaves. We're built for--" He bit back bile. "pleasure." That was the only way he could get love, he decided.

"Nick's out for now..." He carressed the satin cheek again. "And I don't know what I can do for you." He breathed silently, hoping Ryan didn't hear him.