"Broken Shards"

[zauberdecke]

"In the dark
I need to taste the blood
Go on, draw another line
We can cross this time."
- Blindfold by Sleeping Wolf

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[ Essek Thelyss: Shadowhand to the Dynasty.

One who reached further then the Luxon would allow, who would do absolutely anything for knowledge. Oh no, the man did not care for power, not really. He wanted to cast himself into the portal of knowing, he wanted to surrender himself to books and learning without having to deal with the mundanities of socio-politics that all of the Kryn engaged in. It was tedious and it filled him with sickness even as he plastered on an urbane smile for all and sundry to see.

Within the Dynasty, it was customary to take pets of the Empire; they were brought in across the border of Asarius, across the mountains and into the Dynasty. There were Dynasty born pets on the other side, both lost to the ravages of the other's civilization, generally never to be seen again.

Essek had never really had an interest to begin with when it came to pets; at the market he carefully avoided the slave blocks where those not of the Dynasty were paraded around. However, it had come to this-- it had come to his trading of the Beacon, and in return he recieved a Volstrucker to serve him. And yet, for all of that, Essek Thelyss had not thought he would receive a broken Volstrucker.

In fair trade, he and recieved a dossier on the man in question and had perused it with only a small semblance of annoyance while Trent Ikithon had assured him that a man like him could be rebuilt, the honeyed words of a silken snake which Essek recognized.

After all did not a predator recognize another predator? So now he held in his household a man whom had to be guarded carefully, though Essek was not cruel despite how he imagined Dynasty pets were treated, the cage that he had placed this Volstrucker named Bren within, well it was comfortable-- he'd seen pictures of Vergossen so he supposed it must be far better than that place. But he had not precisely interacted with him-- most of his unseen servants were given the walking of him, the care and maintenance of him.

Perhaps because he did not precisely know what to do with him, or what use he had for something broken. Though he arguably did not know what manner of broken the Volstrucker was, but after a week-- he decided perhaps it was time to summon him and see for himself; acertain what sort of work was cut out for him.

If this man was worth putting back together again.

So it was one evening, he had the Empire man summoned to his chambers. ]

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[ausgebrannt]

[Essek saw him too clearly, straight to the core of those broken pieces of himself. Bren was certain he deserved the pain, the punishment. That made so much more sense than the kindness, the praise, the comfort. What of him was worth the trouble? Whatever the reason, there was something grounding about this, about putting it into his master's hands, about trusting the drow to give him what he deserved.

He heard that counting, the lilt of that Xhorhasian accented voice, could feel himself tense as Essek drew closer to three. The rop struck skin, sound registering before the snap of pain, the sharp sting against his skin. His breath caught, a faint flinch in him. He exhaled the breath in a shaky sound before he found his voice.]

Thank you, Master. Yes. Please. I deserve this punishment.

[He deserved each and every sting of that crop, deserved the shame of being bent over with his ass on display, vulnerable and pleading to be corrected. His cock, currently trapped beneath where he lay across the table, was at least hidden, so there was no visible sign that it also responded to the kiss of that crop against his skin, the humiliation and the pain of it.]

[zauberdecke]

[ For right now Essek was focusing on the task at hand, making sure that he dished out the appropriate amount of punishment that he thought that Bren deserved. If he used Bren's litmus test then it would be far longer and stronger, but this was also a lesson in trust. That Bren trust him to know exactly how much would be warrented.

Another strike, the third one. Though this time Essek was not stopping at three, no-- this next one, the fourth one struck without a count, at another spot just underneath the rear, hitting the sweet cleavage but managing to avoid other more sensitive areas.

It was clear that Essek was precise. ]

That is a Good Boy, thanking me for this punishment-- I am the only one who will punish you like this, correct?

[ausgebrannt]

[Another muffled sound at the next strike, noting that Essek was, even in this, Essek was exercising caution, exercising care with him, with each strike finding new unmarked skin, leaving pain but not damage in its wake. It was that care, that grace, even more than the pain or shame, that brought the tears up in Bren's eyes, where his head was hung forward.

The praise, that good boy drew the first sound of a sob from him. It also stirred that more shameful something in him, that first hint of arousal, like a pavlovian response.]

Ja. Yes, only you, Master... only you I... thank you.

[There was something freeing about that, in all its irony, a freedom in relinquishing all control to this man who owned him. He'd try to be worthy of it, to be good. Gods he wanted to believe that he could be.

[zauberdecke]

[ It was hard not to allow those words to dance from Essek's lips, the approving words about how Bren was such a good boy for him prostrating like this, accepting the pain and the vein of pleasure that came along with it. He could hear those whimpering sobs, the statement that he wanted to be good, that he wanted to be punished only by Essek.

Which caused a thrill to go through him, unlooked for but no less wonderful. It caused a bite to run down his spine, that seemed to nearly be connected to this Pet. And he was being thanked so prettily, so charmingly that how could Essek not be overwhelmed by it.

No matter, there was a connection that was being formed between them in the here and the now.

Another lash, this time against the hip, but this one a little lighter, marring with pink the freckled skin while he felt his breath puff lightly in something akin to arousal-- as well. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Tears had overflowed his eyes now, but they were from relief as much as pain, that he was being punished, corrected, that somehow the lick of the crop against his skin could piece by piece brush away the worst of his sins and transgressions. He'd be sitting gingerly for a while, reminded of the punishment by the lingering sting and tenderness, but he liked that too.

More than he should.

There was that insistent and humiliating stirring in his cock, as if the pain and humiliation were as good as foreplay, and that was going to be a problem. He squeezed his eyes shut as if he could will his body to obey him, to behave. At least he was mostly keeping himself still and not squirming against the table he was prostrate over.

Mostly.]

Please Master... please forgive me. I want to be good for you.

[zauberdecke]

Perhaps if you groveled at my feet and kissed them, I would have some mercy on you.

[ That came out before Essek was able to exactly monitor what he had said-- and yet now the idea was out there, cast out on the sea of such wonderful ideas that erred on the side of hubris. His feet, prettily painted and manicured-- with the softest skin to them, right now currently clad in bedtime sandels, silver as the laces wound halfway up the calve. ]

Perhaps I should make you kiss my feet, let your pretty tears bath them-- maybe then I will be moved to forgive every single transgression.. for now.

[ausgebrannt]

[Oh that sure as hells was out in the open air, and Bren could feel the new flush of heat that thought had surging through him. Had he ever considered anyone's feet before? Not that he could recall, but the idea of being allowed to touch his master, any part of his master, allowed to press his lips to Essek's skin, how could that be anything but thrilling.

He lifted his head and chanced a glance back at the drow.]

Please? Let me kiss your feet? Let me grovel and beg for your forgiveness, even if I don't deserve it. Please, Master.

[His face was tear-streaked, eyes still watery, but there was that hopeful spark in them, that he could earn that absolution, could find a way to please his owner .

[zauberdecke]

[ Very gracefully, Essek laid the crop back on the table and then he moved back to the chair, just far enough that Bren would have to grovel right back to Essek, it would of course mean that Essek would be able to see every single inch of Bren as he came right back-- crawling like the dumb Empire dog that he was, all slavering and embarassingly hard. ]

You may kiss my feet then, Pet.. come now.

[ He arched his foot out in such a delicate way that it would be on offer, with toes pointed out and in a graceful manner. He would watch carefully just underneath heavy lidded eyes as Bren enacted the reverent act, and perhaps he would judge based on how thorough the other man was.

He'd never asked anyone to kiss his feet before and somehow, the thought gave him a thrill-- unlocking so much within the Dunamancer that he did not know precisely how to process all of this. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren shifted back to his knees from where he'd been stretched over the table, looking to Essek with that same awestruck gaze. On hands and knees he made his way back to where Essek sat, cool and pristine and looking so purely untouchable.

But allowing Bren this touch. It was a gift, the touch and the chance at mercy, and Bren fully intended to pour his all into it. He was visibly hard by now, but with as filthy a thing has he was, he doubted his master would be surprised by it, and he knew better than to try to hide the truth anyway.

He stopped, on his knees before him, murmuring a soft, reverent,] Thank you, Master. Thank you...

[He trailed off into a litany of murmured gratitude, interrupted by the first brush of his lips against that elegant, well-manicured foot, lips pressing to skin like an act of devotion. Again and again as if he planned on not leaving an inch unworshipped, lips and mouth pressed and lingering to skin that had no business being so soft and silken.

He groveled, quiet half-worded pleas for forgiveness tucked in between kisses that trailed up to a slender ankle, the occasional touch of his tongue.]

[zauberdecke]

[ Essek would've been very displeased if Bren had covered up his own nakedness, was rather pleased when he did not-- could see that arousal standing proudly against that thatch of ginger hair, nearly touching the navel from how eager it was-- dripping too. He was pleased by that as well so he let out a delighted murmur when Bren kissed every inch of his foot.

Felt himself being swept away by it, felt Bren's own tenuous arousal.

It made him exceedingly generous. ] You may touch yourself Pet, while you kiss my feet-- I want you to associate this with pleasure, so kiss my feet-- touch yourself.. and then when you come, you may come on my ankle so you may lick it off.. yes?

[ausgebrannt]

[The last thing Bren wanted was to displease his master. That was undoubtedly clear by now, and growing clearer and clearer by the moment. He looked up, gazing at Essek's face through ginger lashes, through the lingering makeup that still highlighted his features.

His eyes widened at that permission, unable and unwilling to hold back a whimper at the thought of it, of touching himself while his lips worshipped his feet, lingered over that flawless skin. He could feel the flush darkening at the thought of coming on him and licking his spend from him.

Another trembling whimper of sound and he wrapped a hand around himself. He forced his eyes to hold Essek's gaze as he began his abasement, letting his master witness his awareness of his humiliation. This was for the drow, for the man who owned him and was so generous to offer him this, this chance at absolution and mercy and twisted piece of pleasure.]

Yes... yes, please. Thank you, Master...

[A shaky moan as he began to stroke himself, his hips jerking towards his own hand as he returned to lavishing attention against Essek's foot, eyes slowly falling shut.]

[zauberdecke]

[ it appeared that they were both finding out quite a bit about each other in this moment. For Bren, the door was opening for abasements and humiliations-- for Essek, it was a nearly literal awakening of something that he'd never considered that he would ever enjoy. He watched as Bren started to worship his foot, continuing the mouthing against the skin of his ankle while he saw the way that that hand worked based purely on the movements of arm.

A hum of soft praise came from Essek's mouth and he allowed himself a incline of his head while he considered. ]

If it is not all lapped up, there will be punishment-- I want my foot clean of your filth afterwards. [ That was meant to be a threat but it may have been an incentive as well-- who could say? The darkening was a beautiful thing, the way that the flush clung to ginger skin, another point of beauty for his own slave, another way that the other man pleased him. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[How difficult really. Bren who wanted his master pleased but who clearly enjoyed punishment far more than he ought to. Quite the threat really. He cast a glance up at Essek at those words, a shiver wracking its way through him, his hand moving almost desperately over his prick now, so very close to his release already. How could he not be? With his Master's eyes on him, watching him in his shame and offering him these small, indecent rewards of being able to worship him this way.

His hips jerked fitfully as he was reminded of his filth, and he murmured soft assurances against the jut of that ankle. That he would lap all the filth of his spend up, that he would be good and obedient.]

I... ah... Master..!

[He came with that title on his lips, gratitude and desperation twined into a pleading orison as he shifted, leaning enough so that as his hips jerked and he came, his release landed in sticky-slick ropes along that slender, graceful foot.

Bren did not hesitate, lips parted around a wordless whimper of a cry before he was quickly moving to drag his tongue through the mess he had made, paying careful attention to clean that lavender skin, the taste of himself on his lips mingling with the essence of Essek's skin. He had the best of intentions, but the worst of dice rolls and was a bit swept up and not quite so thorough as he should have been.]

[zauberdecke]

[ There was a part of Essek that thought that he should not be so.. affected by this, but here he was and of course there was Bren now prostate on the floor licking up ropes of salted liquid pearls from his ankle and the very top of his foot-- and he was not bothered or even unsettled by this. Instead, he just placed his hand on the top of Bren's head in a manner most approving. No words were spoken, but then they did not have to be spoken whatsoever.

Instead he curled his fingers in those locks of rich ginger hair and then he spoke. ]

There's a good boy, very filthy and debased-- cleaning me up. [ His fingers softly carding through hair as the texture of tongue ran up and down skin. He had to marvel at the very precision of the other man. ] This is just the sort of humiliation you enjoy, being forced to do unspeakable things because you are turned on by it.. because once you are a filthy whore, you are always a filthy whore.. isn't that correct?

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren's eyes fluttered shut at that touch, the pleasure of that praise -- and the more perverse thrill at the degradation that was woven through it like some complex, beautiful plait -- even stronger than the orgasm that had just torn through him. He lifted his head just slightly into that hand, eager for more of the touch.]

Yes, Master. [He agreed, voice quiet and thick with the shame and pleasure in equal pieces.] I'm a filthy whore, a dirty, shameful slut. That is all I am.

[He lifted his eyes, lips wet and glistening with his own saliva and traces of his own spend.] But only for you.

[zauberdecke]

[ Those were such dangerous words, the most dangerous words that had in fact ever been spoken to him. 'only for you' which would certainly turn his head a little bit, actually more than a little bit. He slowly crossed his legs and then he leaned down to run his fingers against the saliva slickened ankle, however it would appear that Bren had Missed a spot.

He leaned right back and then clasped his fingers together. ] Pet, you missed a spot.

[ There was a note of disapproval in his voice. ] What did I tell you about missing a spot? I believe I was quite clear with my directives.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren had not moved save to rise enough on his hands and knees to meet Essek's gaze as he spoke, watching him as if he could not tear his eyes away if he wanted to. He did not want to.

Still, those cerulean blue eyes widened as he watched the drow swipe his finger along his ankle, saw that displeasure in his master's gaze. His flush darkened and he ducked his head.]

I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me... I will do better. I promise I will do better.

[With the correct sort of punishment to help him improve, of course.]

[zauberdecke]

[ It was a made-up punishment, and there was only a small strain of guilt that Essek felt but he also knew that the other man seemed to be a glutton for absolutionist punishment so that would be what Essek would give him. And oh, how he would give it to him. ] You are capable of so very much, I can see the possibility within you, you just have to fight your base instincts.

[ He slid to his feet then, his hand moving to caress the collar-less neck; a hum and a tsk. ] I do not like you without a collar, Pet-- we will have to remedy it. I am inclined to give you a bell so that I know where you are at all times.

[ But there was the matter of punishment, wasn't there? ] You will be punished for this later.. [ He had not anticipated getting into punishment play with his Pet and he did not have rings or a collar or anything like that with which to control the situation. ] As of tonight, I am tired so I suppose you shall have to think of all of the ways in which you may appease me, I will let you ruminate on it while you lay in your cot.

[ Essek was not going to take anything away from Bren, such as comfortable bedspace or his notebook, there would be no withholding of food or water either (as while Essek understood some did, he was not going to adhere to such a lamentable practice). ]

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren certainly wouldn't fault Essek for creating a reason to punish him. He deserved whatever his master chose to visit upon him, especially if it would please Essek. He looked surprised by those words though, that the drow could see possibility in him. There was some surprise that there was anything in him but rot and decay, sin and broken, wasted potential.

His breath caught at the feeling of that hand at his neck. The mention of a collar and more particularly, a bell had him flushing. Wearing Essek's collar would be infinitely different than the collar Ikithon had placed on him.

Bren ducked his head with a solemnity at the mention of punishment. It would hang in the air and on his mind, with what he might deserve to help him atone, to please his master once more.]

Yes, Master.

[He looked back up to him with a hesitant look, the question in his mind before he decided to put voice to it.]

Will you take my voice again?

[A simple question, as if he'd accepted the fact that this period of being able to speak would be no more than a brief reprieve.]

[zauberdecke]

[ His fingers slowly slid underneath Bren's chin as he looked down into that face that looked so very sincere and hopeful; his eyes softened just underneath the hard sheen of diamonds and then he stroked with his thumb against the chiseled jaw. ] Never permanently, I may silence you here or there -- but I can imagine how a wizard would feel without their voice.

[ He could put himself in Bren's shoes aptly, as a wizard himself.

An unspoken promise that he would not be like Trent Ikithon, that he would not do things cruelly and without rhyme or reason; his personal enjoyment did not necessitate that Bren be robbed of his voice. ]

But I may gag you here or there.. [ With a cloth, or a little ball-- the thought of gagging Bren with other things had not yet quite occurred to him. ]

[ausgebrannt]

Thank you.

[Bren murmured softly, leaning up, chin lifting at that touch, to fix that adoring gaze on the Shadowhand. Something in him eased, at the gentle brush of that thumb along his jaw. The shattered Volstrucker responded entirely like a pet so starved for affection, that even the smallest piece of kindness and softness had him eager and desperate for more.

And then Essek mentioned gags, and he flushed darkly once more at the thought of it. Oh.]

'zil dos daewl, Veldruk.

[zauberdecke]

As thou wish...

[ Essek repeated it lightly on his tongue, the tenor and taste of it as it kissed his vocal chords. The words in Undercommon were quite poetic and the zemnian man had a very cunning tongue for such endeavors. ] You are very clever and precocious, however we will not dwell on it right now--

[ He was moving toward the bathroom and motioning for Bren to follow him. ] We cannot go to bed with makeup on, unfortunately-- not to mention salve must be applied to your rear.

[ And if there was any points to which Bren would attempt to demure, Essek would provide a conterpoint. ] If I do not take care of your pretty ass, then I will not be able to punish it.

[ausgebrannt]

[Bren watched Essek move towards the washroom, and was on his feet at that slight beckoning to follow along obediently. He did start to open his mouth to argue that Essek didn't need to waste the time on him, that his ass was fine, that he'd been through much worse with no particular care after -- save for bandages when the bleeding would have been inconvenient. The scars on his forearms were testament to that much.

But Essek stopped him before he could argue, so his mouth opened and then snapped shut into a faint pout.]

...you think it's pretty?

[Perhaps the faintest flicker of that spark that occasionally showed itself in him, as if the flame of a man had not burned out entirely. Not yet. Broken and pliable, and subservient, yes, but still... a shadow of who he could have been, in a kinder world. Perhaps a flicker of who he could be, free from Ikithon.]

[zauberdecke]

[ A bath was not on the docket for tonight but Essek did get all of his many facial cleansers and brushes out with which he used to remove his makeup. There was a clinical way with which he did this, a precise and certain order. It was clear that the drow was very fastidious when it came to his personal life and his well-maintained routines.

Once inside, and once he heard Bren's voice, he glanced up with a raise of his brow. ] Well, all of you is extremely pretty-- in an unusual and very exotic way, so to clarify it is not just your rear that is ah... [ He poured some serum on a washcloth and then beckoned his Pet to draw ever closer, and once he had stepped into the circle of his presence-- that would be when Essek started to run the cloth in very precise points around Bren's face.

He was not going to reveal to Bren that he was punishing him not because he thought his Pet deserved it, but because Bren thought he deserved it, there was a marked difference. It was not something that Bren ever needed to know or be aware of. ]

I wonder what is so valuable about you that Trent Ikithon would be compelled to trade you for access to the Luxon? [ He spoke this more to himself then to Bren though he was not curtailing discussion in the slightest, in fact he had not given any set orders at the moment and there was a air of something lax-- as he hadn't really admonished Bren for the 'you think it's pretty' statement. ]

[ausgebrannt]

[All of that looked extremely fancy and complicated, like spell components more than any sort of hygiene regimen, but Bren would trust Essek -- and his absurdly flawless skin -- to know what he was doing. He was distracted enough looking at the array of cleansers and brushes that it took him a moment to register the words. When they did, his attention switched immediately to his Master in surprise. Oh. He'd been vaguely cheeky about it and expected some scolding or a swat or a dismissal, not an actual compliment. And certainly not to actually be called pretty. Extremely pretty.

Oh. Well, now he would be blushing while Essek went about removing the cosmetics, and did indeed remain oblivious to the fact that Essek had so clearly settled in on the truth of him and what he needed.

His eyes shut to make the process easier for Essek, entirely trusting, which still should have been an odd thing for the beaten, scarred creature he was. Trust could not possibly come easily anymore, not after what had been done to him, to his very mind and memories even, by Trent Ikithon. The mention of his former mentor's name drew a frown over his lips.]

I think perhaps it's the opposite, ja? I am disposable at best. An embarrassment. He trained me to be one of his weapons, a Volstrucker, the assassins that don't truly exist. And at the end, the final test... I broke.

[His voice went quiet, nearly breaking on that final word before he added.] If only I'd broken sooner.