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“Please.
Anything,” she begged. She needed whatever it was that would ease him. Nothing
less would do. She would do whatever she needed to convince him she was his.
She would do anything.

He
closed his eyes, and went for his zipper. “Anything Shula? Would you do
anything?” It was going to be fucking amazing. It was going to be the most
beautiful thing. Her lips, raw. Her mouth, stretched. His. Hishishis.

She
held in a sob and nodded. When he freed himself from his black pants, she
pressed her face against his erection through his underwear, and whined.

He
let her explore him through his underwear, her tears and his slickness soaking
them both. “Shula,” he whispered, a prayer, and he lifted his hips, and they
both pushed his underwear to the ground.

She
kissed the base. Small sweet sincere kisses that she wasn't afraid to
generously apply. He leaned back, spread his legs, and breathed out “Take me in
your mouth, Shula.”

She
blinked up at him, shyly, and opened her mouth around the head. He felt her
tongue, tasting him, trying him out, and he made an approving sound. He was
going to let her take a bit of time and explore, but no more than a second
later, her nose was against him and her throat was fighting him off.

She
was belligerent; he knew this from day one, but he wasn't expecting this. He
wanted to tell her to take it easy, but he wasn't going to be the nice guy
tonight. He thrust up, and instead of gagging, he felt her throat give way, and
swallow around him.
Fuck.

“Christ.”
He didn't have to move much, as she would raise and fall back down, and when
her lips were at his base, she would spend long seconds working her throat and
tongue until she couldn't breathe. “Look at me, Shula. I want to see your eyes.
Don't look away.”

That
was a mistake. Her eyes. He dropped his head to the back of the sofa and he
could feel her smile around him. He picked his head up. “Get up here so I can
touch you.” He patted the sofa next to him.

She
popped off inelegantly, and she couldn't meet his eyes. That was fine for now.
She bent over his lap on her knees and went for his cock again.

He
lifted her dress and palmed her ass. He moved her panties aside and sank a
finger easily inside her. “Do you hear how wet you are? All from having me in
your mouth.”

He
reached down to find her clitoris, but her knees were too close together to get
at it from behind, so he moved his hand back to her pussy.

Her
mouth was still full of him, and she was quickly devouring him. He pressed his
fingers in deeper, then out, then even deeper still. She went back to moving
her mouth a little less decidedly, but it still felt amazing. “I think I'll
have you on your knees quite a lot from now on. Maybe under the table while I
have my dinner. Maybe in front of the television. Maybe on the front porch.”

His
fingers were stretching her, and she was making little noises that were
promptly cut off as soon as his cock hit the back of her throat. He felt the
urge to come rather forcefully, and he panicked and squirmed. His fingers
slipped out of her, and he squeezed her bottom to get her attention.

She
must have understood, but she didn't move away. She stayed exactly where she
was, and that just fueled his lust further. He pressed her head down and thrust
several times, deeply, and emptied in her mouth.

He
wanted to sleep for a week, but he wasn't sure what damage he'd inflicted. He
felt her slide off his dick, and once she was off, she climbed onto his lap.
She pressed her face into his neck and cried.

He
held her. “I'm sorry if I scared you.”

She
shook her head. “I'm yours. Never anyone else's. Never.”

“I
know, Shula. I'm sorry. I'm not proud of my behavior.”

She
pulled back, but couldn't meet his eyes. She wiped the tears from her face and
sniffed. “I had to. I had to show you. I just wanted to give you the proof of
it. It was scary that you thought it a possibility of us being separated. That
I would want him when my whole world is you.”

It
wasn't exactly true. He didn't believe that to be a possibility. They would
need to talk about this in the future. He needed her to know what he was
thinking and why it was wrong. But, not tonight. Not after what she'd just
said.

He
pulled her to him and tucked her head under his chin. He didn't have anything
to say that would come close to that.

XXVII

Raphe didn't want
to do this anymore. It had been months. He was bored with it, and even endless
nights with Daniel wielding his dominance was getting tiresome. It had been
exciting, the captivity, even the horrible dysfunction of loving it, but Raphe
wasn't even getting hard anymore.

Stockholm
Syndrome was something that he always found fascinating. He wondered how he
could achieve that level of delusion because he was going mad in his tiny room,
and his children. It was an interesting prospect at first, but now it was all
he could think about.

He
suspected there were only two. The second girl he had never returned for a
second time, so he assumed she was pregnant. He didn't think Mr. Agnesson would
have allowed her to stop until she was pregnant.

The
first girl he had several times. He liked her. It was after she stopped coming
that he decided he couldn't do it anymore. So, he would fake it.

It
wasn't easy with Daniel in the room, so he had to make it believable. And it
was only a matter of time before they realized that no one else was getting
pregnant. Of course, that would take a little longer to realize if he'd been
successful to begin with, and he suspects he had been.

Raphe
was beginning to drown in apathy, and he didn't want to get to that point. Even
verbally sparing wasn't fun because Daniel had found himself apparently.

“So,
do you think you have it down, then? I really think you should be a bit gentler
when you're getting her ready, though. I think I have you spoiled.”

“I'm
not spoiled by putting my dick in your ass. It's all you deserve. All these
women...none of them deserve the likes of you, so I'm just reminding you of
that.”

Raphe
frowned. This was ridiculous. Daniel was still an ignorant moron. And he didn't
want such a hypocrite anymore. He was also fairly sure Daniel wasn't as in love
with him as he'd hoped, and Raphe's hopes for escape were growing more fleeting
every day.

But
it didn't matter. There were no lessons to be learned here, and Raphe realized
how stupid Daniel was. “I'm fairly certain you found me lacking virtue the very
first night we met. Yet, here I am. I'm also fairly certain, you found me
without virtue the first night you slicked up your cock and bottomed out inside
me. Yet, here I am. And here you are. The virtuous one, showing me, the man who
was just trying to make a living, exactly how much he is worth. Baring me
before your god, and rather than praying for me, or telling me about how to be
more virtuous for your god, you decide to continue to fuck me instead. I
remember how angry you were when I denied your god, but how am I supposed to
accept such a deity who would rather this happen to me than try to convert me.”

Daniel
slicked himself quickly, and turned Raphe over roughly. “Don't pretend you care
about my god. Don't pretend you know anything about me.” He was used to Raphe
mouthing off, and honestly, most went clean over his head.

“Don't
fucking pretend you do too! I pity a god that is praised in the way that you've
chosen. For you to believe in such a being, yet continue to sin with me every
night when I don't even care anymore, tells me you don't care what your god
thinks about you. Maybe he's forgotten about you. Maybe you sicken him. If I
were a god, I would be disgusted with you.” Raphe never did quite know when to
stop talking. A hand went around his neck while he was brutally fucked. Raphe
had to hand it to Daniel. He certainly learned how to control his cock. Too bad
his wife wouldn't benefit from that.

James
Agnesson was disgusted and aroused. And disgusted that he was aroused. They
didn't even see him peeking in through the kitchen door. He had come through
for a surprise visit to see if they could accommodate the girl he was thinking
of bringing. He wanted her to stay until she got pregnant, because she should
be with child by now, and he needed the blond to be the father. The baby was
guaranteed to be perfect.

He
didn't have many contracts lined up. He only had two babies on the way, and
families lined up to take them. He needed more, and planned on a houseful of
breeding blonds, but with the vastness of Texas, it was hard to locate willing
participants discreetly.

But
he had the perfect girl in mind.

He
listened as the mouthy blond took an ass-fucking that he certainly looked
accustomed to, and he watched as meek and idiotic Daniel wrapped his hand
around the blond's neck.

Maybe
there was more to Daniel than he thought. He still had years before he would be
married, so James didn't fault him for needing a fuck. Hopefully, he'd not
sampled the women. If any of those babies turned up with dark hair, he would
fucking kill Daniel.

James
pressed his hand against his erection. He knew it wasn't the two boys, it
couldn't be, but the clear violence of the scene. He knew enough about himself
to discern that.

It
wasn't too much longer before Daniel was ejaculating into the other man and
James was just about to walk away. Except he could tell that Daniel was
masturbating the blond, who was protesting loudly. And crying. Certainly that
wasn't non-consensual, but James knew that he wasn't completely well versed
about what it would be like when two men were together. Maybe he was hurting
him somehow.

He
approved, though it wasn't something he would ever stomach doing, but he was
surprised at the initiative of this. How would he have known that the blond
would hate it?

James
watched in sick fascination as Daniel turned the boy over and brought his mouth
to his erect dick and he watched as the boy fucked his mouth while Daniel
sucked him enthusiastically. He watched as Daniel fingered the boy's gaping ass
and swallowed him down.

He
watched as Daniel licked the boy clean and wiped him down with a cloth from the
rank sink in the tiny foul room.

James
wasn't going to have that. Not at all.

Raphe
didn't understand why Daniel had turned into a manipulative asshole. He didn't
think it was possible. Daniel had never sucked him like that.

“I
don't hate you. I might even like you. But, it's never something that can be
explored past this here, and I know that it is wrong to keep you here any
longer. I'll take you back tonight. After Father checks up on everything.”
Daniel rinsed out the rag and made to leave.

“Fuck,
Daniel.
Fuck.”
Raphe's head was spinning. He'd been shown unbelievable
intimacy and his possible freedom all on the same night. He couldn't believe
it. “Thank you. I don't know what to say.”

Daniel
laughed. “Wow. I've wondered what would leave you speechless.”

Raphe
smiled. “Not much, I'm afraid. You might be my first. Congratulations.”

Daniel
smiled, sincerely. “Get some rest. It's not a long drive, but I don't know when
we'll leave exactly. And maybe you can give me a bit of something for the
road.” Daniel winked and walked toward the door, not noticing the body that
stepped behind it. He turned and looked at Raphe, unsure if the offer was
appropriate. “If you were wanting to stay, there's a ranch a couple hours south
of here. Mr. Agnesson is looking for a farmhand to help out his son. They've
built a new barn and room and board is included. You wouldn't have to do what
you were doing before...you could talk to him, and maybe have the girls brought
to you.” He wanted to say more. He wanted to romanticize the whole thing.

He
couldn't do this to Raphe anymore. He wasn't as stupid as Raphe thought, and
all his prayers told him that he must take Raphe back home. Even if it were
through the Gates of Hell. Inviting him to stay in Texas was beyond foolish.

There
was no future for them, but he continued to expect a savage intimacy that
clouded his judgment. He knew what he liked, but he also knew that it was
something he couldn't indulge anymore without losing himself completely. Raphe
had distracted him from his attraction to James Agnesson, and he'd be forever
grateful for that.

He
never could put a name to how he felt about Mr. Agnesson. He felt special that
he'd been chosen for these delicate tasks, and the trust implied. He craved
approval and praise from Mr. Agnesson, and he was disappointed he wasn't
offered the job on the Agnesson farm. He knew it was because he was needed for
Mr. Agnesson's special project, but he'd love to be close to him.

He
was tempted to stay with Raphe, but he knew that was foolish. He knew that
Raphe would let him, but he also knew that his meager amount of cash wouldn't
get them by and he didn't know the first thing about making a living there.

It
would take all his willpower to return and the more he thought about it, his
resolve was slowly being chipped away. Raphe had opened his mind, and Daniel
found that he was unsure about a lot of things anymore. He would be miserable
in Texas, pining for Mr. Agnesson and forced into having a bride. But, Daniel
didn't ever want to disappoint him.

James
Agnesson waited until the whore of a boy, shamelessly nude, went to the sink to
wash his face of his sissy tears before he turned and left for the sitting room
to wait for David, Daniel's father. He would be having a talk with Daniel
later. He wouldn't divulge to David what he knew, but he would be taking care
of the issue.