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I stepped into the damp changing room, the humid, steamy air wrapping around me, coating me in a damp fog. My bare feet slapped against the wet concrete floor, the whole place smelling like chlorine and something stale. I had hoped I would be alone in this new place, having seen no one else in the pool outside. But as I turned the last corner into the main changing area, I saw a man standing under the shower in a black Speedo, washing himself.
After having just moved to this new town, everything felt unfamiliar—the pool, this room, this strange man showering who I didn't know. I didn't have a place to swim like this back home, and I definitely wasn't used to being exposed to others like this. I was eleven, and he looked to be at least thirty and more than twice my size. I slowed my steps as I saw him, not used to seeing so much of the adult male form back home.
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Georgie's hands fumbled at his sides, twisting together as Father Peter reached toward the top buttons of his church shirt. George's yellow blond hair caught the light of the window, the back glow like a soft halo against
the rest of the room. The boy watched, half-mesmerised and half-anxious, as the priest's fingers worked down each button. A chill air curling beneath the door, hitting the edges of his skin as more of his bare chest became
exposed."Almost done," Father Peter said, reaching the last button. Georgie's fingers clenched briefly, then relaxed. The shirt opened slowly, each side lifting off over the boy's shoulder blades, revealing the boy's pale skin beneath.
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The door creaked as it slowly opened; the petite little boy named Peter's fingers curled around its edges, his golden hair and big blue eyes emerging around the corner into the room. He seemed even shyer than he first appeared on stage as he walked in, his eyes darting around the small room I alone was waiting in.
"Um... Father Fred said you wanted to see me?" He asked timidly, his small, round face looking up at me.
"I did," I said, standing and holding my hand and getting a weak handshake. It wasn't a limp shake, but there is only so much a boy can provide in grip strength when his tiny mitt is all but encompassed in my larger adult hand. "I'm Father Tim. I'm looking for an apprentice for my church and was hoping that could be you?"
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“Inigo.”
The young man took a measured breath. “Yes.”
“You do realize what it will entail.”
Another breath.
“Yes.”
“Nevertheless, let me remind you. Unless I release you to fulfill your civic duties and filial obligations, then—from the first evening bells till well after the sun rises in the morning—you’ll be mine and mine alone. I will own you. Your mouth, your groin, your delicate hole, your pleasure and your pain—all will be mine to indulge, to do with as I please. So I will ask again. Are you sure?”
Inigo’s muscles flexed. “Yes.” He shivered again. “Master.”
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- Part 24 of Writing Prompts, Terribly Misused
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His volcano puffs out a bit of smoke, so a bunch of stupid humans try to sacrifice a young, pretty virgin to Hephaestus. Again.
There’s no way Hephaestus would touch some unwilling virgin; after all, he’s not his father.
Only, is the virgin truly unwilling?
But, oh, wait—is he even a virgin at all…?
Kinktober prompts: Size Difference, Bondage
Additional prompt: VolcanoSeries
- Part 31 of Kinktober 2023
- Part 101 of Writing Prompts, Terribly Misused