Embracing The Darkness

[RedRose4]

Private for me and BlissfullEternity



(Just in case it doesn't work; http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/or...30157ba53f.jpg
Sorry for the huge ass photo!!! ><' lol )

Name: Jesse Klamark
Age: Turned 18 less than a month ago
Height: 5'5
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Aqua Green
Cock Size: 7 inches, average girth, cut
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"How many more left?"

"I'd say twenty."

Sighing deeply, Jesse nodded his head as he looked up at he ceiling, talking into his old flip phone with his legs kicking out past the couch.
"Alright. Maybe I'll work on it, if not...I'll talk to you in a few days. See you at work."

Saying goodbye to his friend, Jesse flipped the cell shut and turned over onto his stomach, laying his head on his warm pillow and looking around the room. He had just gotten home after his part-time job, still struggling to find a real one after high school. It wasn't easy, especially when he had barely any financial help to get into college, the one he'd been wanting to go to for years.
Deeply sighing, Jesse decided to head up to his bedroom, passing by his parents room just in time to hear the discussing work as per usual.

He had no siblings. Instead he had two very workaholic parents who barely spent much time with him, unless it was during the summer where they had one 'Family Day' experience. Even that wasn't enough. Friends weren't very plentiful, in fact the only one he had was at his work, and even that idiot was pretty sad. Smoking pot and having sex seemed to be the only things he had an interest in.

Laying down onto his bed, Jesse kicked off his shorts and slipped his thin shirt off, leaving himself in his tight briefs while pulling his blue blanket overtop of him. For a moment, Jesse really just wished his life was different. It was so boring, difficult, he nearly dreaded going to work tomorrow and having people mistaken him for a child, or a young girl.
Rubbing his forehead, Jesse looked up at the ceiling, his mind hazed with fatigue and contemplations. If only his life were different...then maybe he'd be happier.
Within a few minutes, Jesse's green eyes slid shut, his mind drifting off until all that was in his head were dreams that clouded his judgement.

[BlissfulEternity]

(I see your huge-ass photo, and I raise you another huge-ass photo :P)

Name: Lord Dante Darkedge
Age: ??? (Looks like he's his early 30s)
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 275 lbs
Hair Colour: Blonde
Eye Colour: Blue
Cock Size: 13 inches, thick, uncut.

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The night came swiftly like it always did. The stars seemed to shimmer so brightly tonight, like bits of wildfire unable to be tamed by the blackness of the sky. The hooves of his horse knocked against the wood drawbridge as he entered his castle. A servant quickly came to grab his steed as Dante hopped off, the clang of steel on steel echoing through the empty night as his breastplate hit off of his gauntlets. He took of his helmet and handed it to another servant, letting his long, blonde hair cascade down his back and across his blade. It had been just another day, pillaging towns and burning down the houses of the followers of his pathetic foes. He was in need of a long, warm bath.

"Sir, I have some urgent news for you." said a short, brown-haired male. He looked to be in his late teens, and had a large scar across one eye.

"What is it Jayce?" Dante asked. "This better be important."

"Just a few moments ago, when your guards were patrolling the south entrance, they found a girl, or well, they thought he was a girl, laying in the desert sand. He seemed to be unconscious, so we dragged him back here." Jayce told him. "We didn't know how he got there, and everyone knows that the Sanubia Desert is off limits, so we stripped him and threw him in your dungeon for questioning."

Dante cocked an eyebrow at the information. Everyone knew not to enter the Sanubia desert. He had put years into making sure no one ever crossed that land again. To suddenly find someone there, let alone a boy, was interesting. His bath could definitely wait. "Thank you Jayce. You're dismissed.".

Dante made his was to the dungeon, crossing the courtyard of his castle to the lone structure near the south entrance to the desert. He placed it there so if anyone did escape, the only place they had to run was the dry, expansive desert. Luckily, no one ever escaped. Down the winding steps he went, his armour still clattering with every step he took. Once he reached the boy's cell, he opened up the door. There was the mystery boy. He was completely naked, each limb chained up against the cold, stone walls, making the boy look like a small, fleshy star. His guards weren't wrong in assuming he was a female, given his slender, curvy body.

Dante grabbed a chair from the gaoler's room and took a seat in the boy's room, patiently waiting for him to wake up. Tonight was going to be interesting, and Dante knew he was in for some fun.

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Cold. Everything was....cold. Jesse's eyes felt heavy as he opened them, his hand going to rub at his face until he noticed he was incapable of doing so. A shock of pain racked through his spine when he was about to move forward, gasping as he realized he wasn't able to move.
Opening his eyes fully, Jesse looked at his bound wrists before his legs, noticing the shackles. Then, he looked around the room, fear in his eyes, his heart beating out of his chest. "Where the hell..." Jesse looked forward, hearing footsteps and feeling his body tremble.

Where the hell was he? It had to be a dream. He had no idea what was happening, and the only possibly way to understand this, is if he was sleeping still. When he pulled his arm away from the wall, he then knew it couldn't be fake. The pain was too realistic, he cried out softly when he went to move, only to end up straining his muscles.
Jesse's green eyes shot up when he heard someone, looking beyond the cell he was inside of and noticed a large figure. Backing up against the wall, Jesse's lips parted, feeling how dry they were, barely capable of producing his own saliva as he went to speak with his coarse voice.
"Let...get me out." Jesse said, although made no attempt to try and escape. He was frozen in a mixture of fear, and wariness.

[BlissfulEternity]

In his eyes, there was so much fear. It made Dante grin in a way that would make the devil proud. Watching those tears start to well up in those soft eyes of his, and seeing him struggle only made the tall lord laugh to himself. The poor kid was definitely no enemy. Hell, he was probably no threat at all. The fear in his voice and in his eyes was far too genuine for it to be an act. When he heard the boy's weak voice, he only smiled. "Oh, you poor, hopeless little thing. I am the wrong person to be begging to for mercy." Dante told him, his voice low and thick with malice. It was clear he was getting some sort of enjoyment out of the boy's suffering. "I might let you go, and I might not. It all depends on how well you answer my questions." He told the boy. Standing up, the rugged man took off his chest plate, resting it on the floor, along with his sword. The sword was in itself an item of magnificence, being even taller than the man who wielded it.

Dante rotated his arms, sighing at how good it felt to be freed of the heavy armour. Now, his torso was covered in a simple cloth shirt, exposing his muscular arms to the boy. "What I want to know is your name, boy. And more importantly, where you came from, and why in hell you were in the Sanubia desert." He told the smaller male. "Give me all the right answers, and I might be able to set you free. But if you lie to me..." Dante's smile quickly faded away, a menacing, terrifying scowl in its place. "I will make every second of your life a living hell." He warned him. Then, just like that, the scowl was gone, his sly smile back on his face. "Tick tock boy. The longer you wait to tell me, the less likely your odds are to go free."

[RedRose4]

Jesse felt his heart nearly stop in his chest when he heard the man speak. His voice alone sent shivers down his spine, and his tear filled eyes widened when he heard him say those words. He wasn't going to help him? Was he the one who put him in here in the first place?
Watching him remove his armour and weapon, Jesse's fingers curled into fists, trying to pull away in an attempt to further himself away from the man, but it was useless. He was bound, unable to move more than a few inches at most. "Questions?" Jesse whispered, fear still flowing through his voice. "I don't...I don't know anything." The young, frail and curvy male said as he looked away from the intimidating man before him.

Seeing just how large, and muscular the man was, Jesse feared him a little more. He was capable of overpowering him, there was no doubt about that. His body was a stick in comparison to the large man before him. When he was asked about his name and origin, Jesse tried looking into the mans eyes despite his own being blurry with tears.
"Jesse Klamark. I'm...from Gallberry Crescent, in North America." He said with shaky breaths before then hearing where he was. Sanubia desert? Jesse furrowed his eyebrows, looking even more scared since he had no idea what he was talking about.

Jesse wanted to listen to every single thing the man said. Not asking questions but instead answering them. He was too afraid to do anything else, and lying wouldn't work in his favour. But what if he didn't believe him? He felt his stomach turn and his head sway when he even contemplated what might be done if he didn't listen to the other man.

[BlissfulEternity]

The rugged man laughed when he saw the boy's hands ball into fists. As if a twig like him could have the strength to peel a banana, let alone break free of any chains or inflict any pain on Dante. Looking into the boy's eyes, Dante listened closely to every word to see if they were any signs of lying. His name was Jesse Klamark. That much seemed to be true. But the rest of it didn't make any sense. He had never heard of any place called Gallberry Crescent, or North America. "Boy...Jesse, you're not making any sense. There is no place called Gallberry Crescent or North America here. Come to think of it, there is no House Klamark either. Not in this land or the next. Klamark is no bastard name either." Nothing the boy said rang any bells. Dante spent years studying every ink stained page of every book he could find, memorizing the geographies and houses of this wide continent. But the boy wasn't lying. Every word he spoke was true. There was a possibility that the boy was just stupid, but he didn't seem like it. His speech was remarkable, like that of nobility, yet he just didn't make any sense.

The tears seemed to run down the boy's face. It only made Dante laugh once more. "Poor, poor Jesse. Crying already? I haven't even done anything to you. If you want a reason to cry, I can give you a reason to cry." Slowly, Dante approached the boy, pressing his large body against the teen's. He leaned in and trailed his tongue along the teen's cheek, tasting his tears before sliding his tongue into the boy's mouth. He let his tongue swim around in Jesse's mouth for a bit, letting him taste his own tears before pulling away. Then, without a word, he turned around and grabbed his armour and his sword. There was a chance the boy was delirious. He would need to make sure the boy was in his right mind when he questioned him again.

"You're not going anywhere. Tomorrow, my servants will bring you food and drink, and I will be back for more questions." Dante told him. He exited the room, locking the door behind him as he headed for his bedchamber.

[RedRose4]

felt like a truck had hit him head on when Jesse heard him say there was no such place. His heart was beating through his skull, not knowing how to react, or what to do or say. That's where he lived. He had lived there for the 18 years of his life, and he couldn't have got that wrong. Instead of speaking, Jesse kept his mouth shut and hoped, hoped to whoever was out there that he would be okay. He had never so badly wanted to return home, back to his boring life and act as though none of this had happened.

Jesse then wanted to be sick when the other man stepped closer, noticing just how large he was compared to him. Up close, he was a giant. His body was so built, so huge, as well as his height. Expecting to be hurt, Jesse flinched when the mans body pressed to his, gasping in surprise and grimacing when he felt the warm tongue against his smooth skin.
Then his mouth was captured, without wanting it, he was kissed, tasting his salty tears and trying his best not to pull back in hopes he wouldn't get hurt in the process.

When his lips were freed, Jesse breathed quickly, looking at the man and listening to what he said. That was it? He'd be kept in here, only to be asked more questions? Jesse grimaced, doubting he'd sleep with his wrists being shackled, knowing his skin wouldn't handle the weight of his body if he tried sleeping. Starring at where the man he left, Jesse closed his eyes, whispering to himself how badly he wished to be home, his body shaking in fear as to what would happen next. What his future would be made up of, and what would happen to him.

[BlissfulEternity]

The next morning came quickly as Dante rose out of bed, his morning erection standing tall and proud against his chest. Normally, he would order Jayce to find one of his slaves to help relieve himself before getting his day started, but he decided to hold off on that tradition. Today, he was going to have some of the most fun he's had in a very long while, and its all because of a certain scared blonde in his dungeon. Pulling on some loose cloth breaches, Dante stepped out onto the balcony of his bedchamber and began his morning workout. It wasn't anything too major. Just a few hundred pushups and a few hundred sit-ups. It was just enough to get a sweat building, making his body seemingly glow and making his musk a bit stronger. He was halfway through his second set when Jayce showed up with a tall male in chains.

"Lord Dante, I've brought you your slave for your morning ritual." Dante ignored the brunette and went about completing his final set. When he got up, he looked at the slave Jayce picked out. "You've got a great idea of my taste, Jayce. However, today I won't be needing him.". He told his servant. Jayce knew better than to ask why the change in ritual. Instead, he nodded. "Send the slave back to his cell, and be sure to leave a tray of fruit, bread and wine by the door of the boy from last night." Jayce nodded once again as Dante pulled on a light, black, sleeveless silk shirt.

The devious lord made his way back to the dungeon, finding his tray of food waiting there for him. Picking up the food, he walked into Jesse's cell and locked the door behind him. He placed the tray onto the chair he sat on from last night and took the cup of wine off of the tray. Nothing loosened the mind and the lips more than a bit of alcohol. He walked up to Jesse and placed the cup against his lips. "Drink. Your voice was cracking last night. If you're going to be talking, I'd rather not have your voice assaulting my ears." He told the blonde boy. He tilted the cup towards the boy's lips. "Now, when you're done drinking the wine, you're going to tell me once again who you are, where you're from and why you were in the Sanubia desert." He told him.

[RedRose4]

On the other hand, Jesse had no sleep whatsoever. He had dark circles under his eyes showing his fatigue, his stomach ached in fear, not knowing what would be done to him once the man returned. He gave up trying to get out, instead he stood motionless, uncomfortable from being naked, exposed to the cool air hitting his skin and having no ways of covering himself.
When the food was brought to him, Jesse wasn't sure if he wanted to eat it. He felt so sick, and he was scared. How could he muster enough strength to even chew if he barely managed to blink his tired eyes?

But what triggered Jesse awake was that man again. He was back. Taking a deep breath and holding it, the young man flinched when the cell was opened and he stepped in. His mouth was parched, and seeing the wine made him feel a little less bothered by the situation. Even if he wasn't comfortable with this man, it was nice to drink.
Parting his lips, Jesse tilted his head slightly and drank, slowly allowing the wine to pass through his lips and down his throat, feeling a bit better instantly. Licking his lips dry, Jesse looked at him and felt himself get that sickened feeling once more.

"I told you." Jesse said, his voice shaky but not as raspy. "Jesse Klamark. Eighteen years old. Born...." He stopped, knowing if he said where he was from the man wouldn't believe him. Closing his eyes, Jesse was expecting some sort of punishment, at least something to get him to tell what he wanted to hear.
"I never heard of that desert." Jesse said in a low, almost inaudible voice.

[BlissfulEternity]

The boy seemed to guzzle down the wine like it was water. Dante would never have guessed that such a small, girly looking male could wash back so much wine like he did. It made the slender blonde a bit more attractive than he already was. He listened closely when he heard the blonde begin to talk again. He repeated his name, Jesse Klamark. Dante was expecting the boy to repeat the same thing from yesterday, his gibberish about Gallberry Crescent and this land of North America, yet he stopped himself from doing so. What he heard instead was that he didn't know about the Sanubia desert. Dante pulled the cup from his lips and placed it on his tray. How could he not know about the Sanubia desert? There were several legends about the desert and all of its supposedly magical past. The tales were taught to every child, and every kingdom used to send armies out to find these items from the legends before Dante had stopped them. There was absolutely no way Jesse could not have heard about the Sanubia desert, unless he really didn't know about them.

"So you weren't lying yesterday, and you're not delusional." Dante said, his voice low and stern. He grabbed a bunch of grapes and ripped off a few. Walking back to the blonde, he placed a grape at his lips. "The Sanubia desert is just one of many places here in the continent of Lohrne. You are in Castle Darkedge, which is owned by me, Dante Darkedge." He told Jesse as he fed him the grapes. There was a clear way to see if the boy was not from this land. "Tell me Jesse, have you heard my name before?" He asked.