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Tweak says, "MOAR"

Pavla Ruzicka (_umbra) wrote in kings_ransom,
@ 2008-03-04 19:48:00

Tuesday
Who: Pavla and Drake
When: Midafternoon
Where: Aboard the ship

Pavla lay back in the steaming hot tub and allowed his body to relax as, with eyes closed, he dreamily considered the recent changes to his life. It didnt seem fully real to him yet but he wasnt about to pinch himself just in case.

Nate was gorgeous and didnt appear at all disappointed that Pavla was male beneath his new lace lingerie. The shadow mutant hadnt expected that but he was pleasantly surprised. The night before had left him aching, both in muscles as well as need for more, and the hot scented water was relieving the muscles so that he could plan on relieving his other aches soon.

A smile spread over his lips as he thought of being in such an exotic local as Hawaii. It had been tempting to go out and explore but for now, the thought of being clean and warm and surrounded by luxury was exotic enough to the tiny Romanian. He planned to explore every luxury available on the flying ship.

The thought of exploring brought his head up, eyes coming open as he considered the kitchen full of food only a short walk away. The food was free to all who lived on the ship and Pavla was pretty sure that included him. A grumble echoed through the water as his stomach spoke up in favor of a snack.

The decision made, Pavla pulled himself up and absently slid an extra-large towel over reddened skin before scooping up his new silk robe and heading toward the door. The shadow mutant would never have been so bold had the majority of the vessel's residents not been our sightseeing but since they were, he was going to see just what the kitchen had to offer.

He heard only silence as he padded down the hallway, pausing at a corner but finding no one roaming the halls but himself. After a few wrong turns, he found himself at his destination of choice and beelined for the huge commercial grade refrigerator where the newcomer gasped as he picked through the endless selection inside.

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PART I

bengal
2008-03-08 05:17 am UTC (link)

Drake had enjoyed the meeting...it gave him time to study everyone and their reactions to what their jobs would be tomorrow...it also gave him an excuse to stare at Nate. Damn but he had good genes...no matter what a fuck up he had been in his life, he and Blithe had made one big, strong, handsome boy...smart too. Drake chuckled deep in his chest, 'Crikey, what a site! Whoremonger like meself, playing the proud Da!'.

When all of the others had hurried along to the beach or wherever the bloody hell they were going, Drake stayed behind for a bit. He took a nice long shower, smoked a cigar, drank a few beers and then, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts he indulged in one of his favorite activities...prowling...

Swinging up into the rafters, he moved through the ship humming quietly to himself and snickering about what he was about to do. Now...who first? I feel like a 'one-eyed cat in a seafood store' hee hee, he mused, pausing and blending into the shadows as he spotted Vivvy passing beneath him, I need to keep her in my radar as I have my fun. She could spoil everything.

Dropping down from the rafters, Drake relished the feelings that were running through him...the nastiness, the violation...the deviate, taboo feelings. He sood and listened to the quiet, knowing that none were around to discover him as he chose his first door, locks were no obstacle...long ago he had learned to use his nails as lockpicks... "Ello, Miss Serena, may I come in? Oh thank you, Luv!", he spoke dramatically as he entered the mechanics room unbidden. "Nice digs the pretty bird has here", he told himself as he looked around. He opened a drawer and shuffled through a few photographs and returned them to their place, spritzed a bit of her perfume into the air and smelled it, looked in her closet at her clothes and looked in her underwear drawer. "Miss Serena has some fancy panties, she does!", he chuckled, "Now, for the real prize!", he sniffed the air. "There", he grinned a nasty perverse grin as he moved towards a bin in the corner, "Paydirt!"...

Drake almost growled as he rummaged through Serena's dirty laundry hamper, retrieving pieces of clothing for his own perverse pleasure. First selected was a black tee shirt, slightly damp. "Yeah, baby...saw you wearing this one when you were working", he moaned, as he pushed the armpit of the shirt to his nostrils...a feral, such as himself, with such heightened senses, could seperate every scent particle and categorize it...recognize it in a pool of water even...so this sensation was like a drug to Drake. He was experiencing Serena in a very deep way. "Ahhhhh, very nice", he sighed, "Now for something much more potent..."

Reaching once more into Serena's laundry bin, Drake hooked an extremely delicate piece of clothing with his pinkie finger and smiled in deviant victory, "Booyah! Panties!", he exclaimed as he slowly drew them across his face. Slumped in a chair, he held the crotch of the panties to his nose...purring deep within his chest, his eyes rolled backin his head, he seemed in a trance.

When Drake sat up and and looked at the small clock on Serena's dresser, almost 45 minutes had passed. Returning everything to where he had taken it from, he crept out into the hallway, laughing to himself because his boxers were sporting quite a tent.

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PART II

bengal
2008-03-08 05:18 am UTC (link)

Once again he took to the rafters overhead, moving with determination to his next violation... "Where next?", he asked himself aloud, "Maybe a little variety,eh? Let's go visit Alex". As he moved along, he caught the sound of movement below and out of curiosity, followed it. Hurrying ahead, he saw the petite figure disappear into the galley just as he turned the corner...he smelled bath oils and scented soaps...someone had been soaking...maybe still is? He rushed to the galley doors and peered in... "Brilliant! It's Nate's little dandy!", he crowed to himself in delight, "The little lamb left all alone with a wolf running amok". He watched every move that the petite Romanian made, mesmerized by the boy's movement's and his beauty, "Ahhh, I see why my boy is smitten with you...such a pretty peacock", he purred, giving the galley door a kiss. Drake's attention suddenly snapped to...the dandy was on the move and headed his way...the feral made a vertical leap up into the rafters and waited patiently to follow his prey.

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_umbra
2008-03-09 01:03 am UTC (link)

Pavla took his time putting together a plate filled with finger foods that the young mutant could snack on as he enjoyed the luxury within the captain's quarters. He couldnt help but feel a bit guilty when he thought of his brothers and sisters but knew they would be taken care of by the home where they all now lived, while he had still been living on the streets. He had a right to find his own way in the world he thought defiantly, giving a little huff as if to frighten off the feelings.

While pouring a glass of wine to go with his snack, he paused. The hair at the back of his neck quivered with the sudden sensation that he was being watched. Pavla turned slowly, eyes wide with the realization of how unfamiliar his surroundings were, how alone he was on the big ship. A shiver ran down his spine but he quickly shook it off. He had lived on the streets, gone to strangers homes to earn money for food. He wasnt going to allow himself to become soft just because he didnt have to be hard.

Letting out a long held breath, he gave a nervous laugh and shook his head at how silly he was acting. Pavla scooped up the plate and the glass of wine before heading back to his bath. Bare feet, ornamented with lacquered nails, padded along at a slightly faster pace than they had before and the Romanian felt silly. The ship was empty. He should be enjoying himself.

Upon entering Nate's room, Pavla paused, considering, then locked the door behind him. Had his short stay in safety made him so fearful? Strickingly blue eyes rolled with embarrassment at his weakness, heading for the bathroom, determined to forget the eerie feeling of being watched.

Pavla stopped at the door to the bathroom, sighing as he leaned against the frame. He longingly eyed the full tub which no longer steamed, knowing he had taken too long to get his snack. The tiny boy considered refilling the large tub but decided against it. With a shrug, he turned back to the bedroom where he placed his food and beverage on the bedside table and let the robe slide to the floor.

The flickering light from the television gave the room a bluish glow as the boy flipped from channel to channel. Once naked, he had sprawled on his stomach, his knees bent, feet swinging above him like a child as he snacked from the plate beside him, the glass of wine held loosely in one hand, a remote aimed at the TV with the other. In the daze of his new-found entertainment, his earlier fear was forgotten.

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PART I

bengal
2008-03-09 09:42 pm UTC (link)

Drake was mesmerized with the petite Romanian...the boy actually seemed to have sensed him...this made him smile...this game of cat and mouse suddenly became much more interesting. Gypsy boy probably. Must have spent lots of time on the streets...", he grinned perversely, "...doing God knows what to keep alive". He noticed the nervous laugh and whispered to himself in a chuckle, "That's it. Shake it off, boy. It's just your nerves. Not a horny stalker that would love to fuck you senseless".

Without the slightest sound, Drake followed Pavla back to the Captain's cabin and waited patiently while the boy locked the door and settled himself. Willing two of his nails to grow, he picked the lock with praticed ease and slid into the room undetected, hiding first behind the loveseat and then behind the wardrobe. From there he admired his prey. 'Ahhh, look at you, Pretty Pretty. That ass is perfect...I haven't seen an ass like that in many a year...and that skin is like fine porcelain. Mmmmmmm, my son has brilliant taste, 'e does', his eyes wandered up and down the boy's body, 'That raven black hair contrasts so nicely with his pale skin and so does the nail polish on his toenails...hmmmm...seems our boy is used to being pampered...nail polish, wine, finger foods, bath oils...'. Enough voyeurism.

Drake removed his boxer shorts, which was all he was wearing, and stealthily moved along the wall, out into the open, staring at Pavla's back...one...two...POUNCE...just as the boy had set his wine glass down, Drake had pounced upon him grasping his throat in the claws of his left hand and throwing his right hand over the boy's mouth. "Ello, Pavla! Don't try to go to shadow form or I'll rip out your throat. I'm a feral. I can sense what you are going to do before you do it. Believe me, I'm quite capable so don't fuck with me. Now, I'm going to uncover your mouth. If you scream, I'll rip out your throat". He removed his hand from Pavla's mouth and smoothed the boy's silky black hair back from his face with it.

Keeping his hand at the boy's throat, but moving from on top of him, Drake purred, "We haven't met. I was hiding in the rafters when the captain introduced you to everyone. Poor bloke thought you were a bird. I knew right off you were a lad", he pointed to his nose, "Can't fool this...I know the smell of pussy and you didn't 'ave one, now did ya?", he laughed and smacked Pavla on the buttocks, "Well, at least not in the conventional sense, eh?".

Holding tight to the boy's throat, Drake kissed him gently on the neck and then on the lips, "See that, even a feral bastard like meself can be gentle if I'm not crossed", he warned, "Now, let's sit up, shall we? I want to see the rest of the captain's cabin bitch",pulling him up to a sitting position, Drake licked his lips as he ran a hand over the boy's smooth chest, "Very nice, very nice...firmly muscled, but not overly large...silky smooth...nice little nipples...", he went about licking and nibbling at one of them...capturing it between his teeth and pulling at it...until he decided he needed to move on.

Resting his head on Pavla's chest, Drake chuckled, "Pavla, Pavla, Pavla...how did you manage to hide that wonderful cock from the capatain?". He reached down and took Pavla's cock into his hands yet looked directly into the boy's blue eyes, "Mmmm nice uncut cock in a nest of thick black curlies. Bloody mouthwaterin', it is! Loves me a gypsy boy. Had quite a few in my day", he pumped the boy's cock slowly, "Been fucking the captain, have ye? Is 'e good? Nice big cock? Kinda like mine, aye?", he twiched his muscles, making his own cock jump.

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PART II

bengal
2008-03-09 09:43 pm UTC (link)

Suddenly, a look came over Drake's face and he grumbled, "Why am I asking you?". He stopped pumping Pavla's cock and pushed him back on the bed. With his left hand still at the boy's throat, he commanded that the boy grab his legs behind the knees and pull them back, exposing his most intimate of areas. "Mmmmmm, taaaaaaaaasty", Drake purred deeply, dragging his tongue, roughly and flatly over Pavla's anus and up over his testicles. Then he seemed to be sniffing and inspecting the boy as if looking for something.

After forcing Pavla to keep himself bent double for awhile and after several more 'taste tests', Drake finally allowed the boy to straighten out and lay on his back. The feral mutant stretched his greater weight out on top of the small Romanian. "The captain hasn't fucked you yet, has he, Pavla?", he licked the boy's neck and ear, "Pity. I like sloppy seconds. I won't take you until he's had you, but I will have you. You like that,don't you?"

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_umbra
2008-03-13 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Pavla's finger hovered above the button on the remote, watching a comedian on a variety show, but feeling concern that he might be missing something on one of the other channels. Too many choices for the small mutant who was accustomed to never having any at all. He laughed along with the sound track, enjoying the slap stick, and then took a gulp of the wine.

Holding the glass aloft, he took a moment to admire the sanguine liquid. This wine had a far better taste than the vinegar he had sampled in the past. Everything was better here, he thought, smiling and placing the glass on the carpet beside the bed.

It was at that moment that he felt the weight of another atop him and smiled for a second, thinking Nate had returned, but only for a second. Claws dug into his neck, a whisper at his ear that could have been Nate but for the cruelty in his tone. Pavla wanted to dissipate into his shadow form but believed what the man who held him stated.

With quivering breath, the small boy risked a glance at his captor and gasped. He knew this man! They had met that morning at the captain's meeting. Not so much met as were in the same room. The feral had watched those in the room as if he were planning his next meal and now Pavla was sure that was the case.

His entire body quivered with panic as strong lips descended on his own, knowing from the smack on his ass what this man was thinking of. "I...." Pavla started shakily, "I do not try to fool anyone...." his mind raced to think of anything that might stop this feral from continuing on this path, "Nate knows I am man." The Romanian's accent grew along with his fear.

The much larger man pulled Pavla to a sitting position, examining his body as if he were nothing more than a rag doll. The small mutant's voice came in ragged gasps as he tried to control the waves of panic, "Nathaniel is to return soon. You should not be here."

Pavla saw no signs of fear from Drake although the emotion was evident in the tears that now streamed down the small mutant's face. He turned his head away as the feral grasped his cock, wondering if he would die at the hands of this perverse man. With a hiss, Pavla murmered "Nate will kill you for this."

With a grunt, he was pushed back onto the bed. Drake was a handsome man but under the circumstances, Pavla felt nothing but hate and disgust. Clinching his eyes closed, the small boy released a strangled cry for his newfound lover, giving all his strength into willing the captain back to his quarters.

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bengal
2008-03-14 11:38 pm UTC (link)

"Nate knows I am man", Drake mocked the boy.
"Man!", he chuckled cruelly,
"You're no man! You are a boy", he growled in Pavla's face.
Spying a tear, Drake licked it from the trembling boy's chin back to it's place of origin...the corner of his eye... "But a very pretty boy", he purred,"A boy that will share his charms with me whenever I want them...", He grabbed Pavla's face roughly and gave him a deep kiss, shoving his tongue far into the petite boy's mouth. "Mmmmm....yeah...you taste good, baby. You like that, don't you?", Drake cooed, nuzzling at Pavla's ear.

Taking one of Pavla's hands, Drake forced it onto his own extremely turgid cock and held it there, "Don't you worry about Nate disturbing our little party, pretty baby. With my heightened senses, I'll hear him and smell him even before he boards the ship...heh heh...", he nuzzled into Pavla's raven black hair and gently nibbled at his shoulder.

"Nate will kill you for this."

Drake's eyes went from hazel to to red/orange and his canines elongated as a dangerous smile spread across his face. "Enough!", he growled, almost choking Pavla as he straddled the boy. "Let's cut through the pretense, shall we, boy?". He still had Pavla by the throat and amazingly, the feral mutant still had a raging erection.

Sneering and cupping the boy's teary face, Drake spat, "You are a whore. Bucharest is full of them. Little gypsy boys peddling their tasty round asses for a cup of soup or a dry bed for the night. Yes, I know know you and those like you, Pavla...you inhabit the city like rats". He stood up off of the boy and flipped him back over onto his stomach, then laying his full weight on the boy's slender back.

Inserting his finger into Pavla's anus, he began a thrusting motion as he growled hotly in the boy's ear, "This is why Nate won't kill me, you little whore...one, because if you tell him, I'll kill you. I promise you, I can do it...and I might be able to kill Nate too. Do you want that? I don't want to kill Nate...or you, but I will...I'm feral and I'm really rather bloodthirsty when things don't go my way". He inserted a second finger. "Don't be stupid, boy. You're a whore. How many fat, greasy, sweaty old men have you let grunt and rut on top of you? How many limp cocks have you had to suck back to life two or three times a night before receiving a decent meal and a good nights sleep? How many mornings have you all but vomited your breakfast thinking about the pock-marked, liver-spotted skin you licked and nibbled the night before, pretending to be in sexual arousal?".

He licked Pavla between the shoulderblades, "Nothing is free...not even happiness". He buried his nose in the boy's thick black hair, "Nate loves you. I've never seen such love in his eyes. You have more wealth here than you can spend in a lifetime...and I can tell you love Nate". He let his face come forward so he and Pavla were cheek to cheek, "Your payment for all of this is me. When I decide that I want a fuck or a blow job, you will provide it like the whore you are", he smiled, "If you don't, I'll kill you and maybe your lover too...I am the night watchman, you know".

He released Pavla's neck and climbed off of the bed. Standing there, he presented himself, "Is that such a bad arrangement, boy? I'm bloody beautiful and I have a huge cock...almost as big as your loverboy's". He raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms, "Come on, whore, give us a suck. I didn't go to all of this fucking trouble for nuffin'!".

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_umbra
2008-03-15 05:46 pm UTC (link)

Pavla's face reddened, his eyes lowering as Drake degraded him. How could the tiny mutant possibly have felt worthy of such a man as Nate? Worthy of the fine clothes, the expensive food, the comfort and attention? The towering feral was right. The Romanian boy was nothing more than a filthy whore.

He gave a grunt and closed his eyes as a finger slid inside, feeling suddenly every bit of the nasty street urchin that Drake described. He was no Cinderella to Nate's Prince Charming. He was a liar, a thief, an imposter. This feral mutant could see through his facade. The boy tried desperately to let him mind wander as he had with his former johns, but the powerful man above him could not be shaken from his thoughts, the sinister growl at his ear keeping his focus on the unwanted invasion to his nether region.

The most Pavla could hope for was that Drake wouldnt tell Nate what he knew. It was worth whatever price was asked. He wasnt going to go back to living on the streets. The tiny boy had done worse for one night in a lumpy bed and a crust of stale bread. How bad would it be to do what this man asked for the comfort of a real home?

Pavla shuddered visibly at the razor sharp canines, the cold calculating eyes that cut to the quick as Drake spoke of killing him, killing the captain. The thief could not allow Nate to be injured for his lies. It was the least he could do for the man's kindness. Without lifting his eyes to meet those focused upon him, he dropped to his knees and with a sob took the large turgid cock between his lips, performing a service he had done thousands of times prior.

Although Drake was, as he himself described, 'bloody beautiful' unlike the slobbering pasty men Pavla had known before, it did not stop the bile from rising in his throat as he quickened his movements, taking the length fully into his mouth before retreating. The monotony of the action lulling him as tears streamed down his cheeks.

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bengal
2008-03-17 03:36 am UTC (link)

Pavla rose mechanically from the bed and shuffled over to where Drake stood...the boy didn't dare meet the feral mutant's eye's.

"That's it, pretty baby, on your knees. Suck the big nasty man's cock", Drake purred as Pavla dropped to his knees before him. The big man was perversely pleased that his 'mind fuck' had worked so well. He tangled a clawed fist in the boy's thick black hair and purred deeply as he rocked his hips back and forth.

Noticing Pavla's tears, he scoffed, "Tears of joy, you little whore?", he pulled at his hair, "Bloody Hell, you're worse than I thought! Nate has a real prize here, he has. Bet you can't wait to choke down that monster of his, eh?", he pulled his cock out and smacked the boy in the forehead with it, "You'll enjoy Nate's cock because you looooooooove him". Before placing his leaking erection back in Pavla's mouth, Drake smacked the boy on each cheek with it, "You make love to my cock too, you little fuck!", he jerked the petite boy's head, "When I get ready to shoot my cream down your worthless throat, I wanna hear you beg for it!".

Drake stood for a moment and just enjoyed the way he was feeling...Pavla actually did know what he was doing because the big man felt like every nerve ending in his body was tingling...as a matterof fact, this may actually have been the best blow job he'd ever had...and that was saying something. Something deep down inside Drake wanted to howl...he had to stifle that. Something else inside him wanted to snap Pavla's neck at the very moment he ejaculated...he definately had to shut that feeling down.

When Drake climaxed, he shoved his swollen cock deep into Pavla's throat, loosing thick ropes of cum in spurt after spurt into the boy. "Too Bloody Fucking Brilliant!", he exclaimed, almost out of breath at such an incredible orgasm. Once the spurts were finished, he removed his cock from Pavla's mouth and squeezed his cock out on the boy's face, smearing the cum around on the smooth cheeks and over his nose.

Once finished smearing his cum on Pavla's face, Drake walked over and pulled on his brief's then walked back and mussed the boy's hair. "I know you'd probably like me to stay and cuddle but I really must be going", he sighed dramatically, before draining the boy's glass of wine and silently departing out the door and up into the rafters.

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