This was his second time here this week. Coming here to see the show for the second time. But this time he'd had to sneak in because, first of all, he had no ticket. Second, he was looking a little conspicuous tonight. It wasn't quite normal to walk around looking like you'd had the living daylights thrashed out of you.
He'd been invited by a semi-regular client to travel as his companion from France to Venice for the week while he attended business. Rich clients were good for things like that and Mr. Hart, though not particularly gentle, had been generous and mindful of his boundaries. Occasionally he'd push them but he paid heed to the safe word and he paid Yuki well enough to keep seeing him these pastcouple weeks. Usually for an hour or less. But this had been the chance to have some excitement and experience a bit of luxury. Being taken to dinner, the theatre, having nice clothes picked out and bought for him to wear to each occasion that he was permitted to attend. And in private they would play. Light bondage, a bit of whipping or flogging, a bit of pain play. But always within the parameters of his rules and boundaries. And he was to be paid generously for this trip.
Tonight, however... tonight had gone awry. He'd been asked what he might like to do this last night after they'd played and he'd asked very nicely if they might be able to go back to the theatre and see the Phantom of the Opera again. He'd been entranced by the previous performance they'd attended (not to mention enamoured secretly by the gentleman they'd gottenn to play the role of the Phantom himself) and so had wanted to see it one more time before they went back to France. It was an innocent request met with anger. Suspicion.
Mr. Hart had seen the way Yuki had looked at the stunning leading man. The way he'd sighed, the way his attention had been rapt upon him during his scenes. It hadn't been intentional but it had been enough to put Mr. Hart in a sour mood that night and the suggestion of going to see it again sent him into a jealous rage. So this was the thanks he got for treating him like an equal rather than the common street whore he was? So this was what his generosity got him? His toy making eyes at someone else?
That was all the impetus he'd needed to strike the boy down with a vicious backhand slap accross the face. Yuki himself had been startled and hurt. He'd been hit before, Mr. Hart had hit him before in play but never like that. He'd gotten up off the floor and said that he was done and that Mr. Hart could keep the clothes and money and everything else. That he would find his own way home. But he'd sweet-talked him into staying. Into lettinghim tie him up for play a little earlier than they'd planned. And that's when things had really gone south.
He'd been beaten severely. Cut up. Kicked and slapped around. Gagged to muffle the screams, ungagged and forced to take Mr. Hart's length into his mouth with a hand squeazing his throat brutally to ensure that he didn't bite him. He'd been forced to swallow which was definitely taboo. And then he'd been left on the floor in a broken, bloody heap while his client decided to take a shower. Cleanse himself so that he'd be freshened up before the fun continued.
The boy's wrists and ankles were chafed raw and bloody fromt he rope, even the corners of his mouth from the gag. His face was swollen and bruising, cuts here and there and a split liip from being hit. there were ugly marks along his neck and of course his entire body was covered in angry welts and cuts and bruises. Shaking he'd scooted painfully across the floor and gotten hold of the knife that had been used to cut on him and he'd slowly sawed his bonds. He'd dressed as quickly as he could and he'd run for the safest place he could think of, the only place he knew. And he'd bribed someone at the back door with the money he'd found in his coat to let him inside to one of the empty boxes.
There he curled up in a seat, shaking and crying softly as he watched the show. It was the same man playing the phantom. His voice soothed him and entranced him, making him feel safe and loved. Making him cry harder at times for want of nearness. When the show was over he ducked down on the floor, curling up in one of the corners of the box in the hopes that he'd be overlooked. And he was so tired and worn out that it wasn't long before he had fallen asleep, huddled in the oversized coat and shivering uncontrollably. If he could just stay here, if he could just never leave... maybe things wouldn't be so horrible. He could forget all about everything else and just live in this fantasy world.
Right. And maybe prince charming would sweep him off his feet. As if.
He'd been invited by a semi-regular client to travel as his companion from France to Venice for the week while he attended business. Rich clients were good for things like that and Mr. Hart, though not particularly gentle, had been generous and mindful of his boundaries. Occasionally he'd push them but he paid heed to the safe word and he paid Yuki well enough to keep seeing him these pastcouple weeks. Usually for an hour or less. But this had been the chance to have some excitement and experience a bit of luxury. Being taken to dinner, the theatre, having nice clothes picked out and bought for him to wear to each occasion that he was permitted to attend. And in private they would play. Light bondage, a bit of whipping or flogging, a bit of pain play. But always within the parameters of his rules and boundaries. And he was to be paid generously for this trip.
Tonight, however... tonight had gone awry. He'd been asked what he might like to do this last night after they'd played and he'd asked very nicely if they might be able to go back to the theatre and see the Phantom of the Opera again. He'd been entranced by the previous performance they'd attended (not to mention enamoured secretly by the gentleman they'd gottenn to play the role of the Phantom himself) and so had wanted to see it one more time before they went back to France. It was an innocent request met with anger. Suspicion.
Mr. Hart had seen the way Yuki had looked at the stunning leading man. The way he'd sighed, the way his attention had been rapt upon him during his scenes. It hadn't been intentional but it had been enough to put Mr. Hart in a sour mood that night and the suggestion of going to see it again sent him into a jealous rage. So this was the thanks he got for treating him like an equal rather than the common street whore he was? So this was what his generosity got him? His toy making eyes at someone else?
That was all the impetus he'd needed to strike the boy down with a vicious backhand slap accross the face. Yuki himself had been startled and hurt. He'd been hit before, Mr. Hart had hit him before in play but never like that. He'd gotten up off the floor and said that he was done and that Mr. Hart could keep the clothes and money and everything else. That he would find his own way home. But he'd sweet-talked him into staying. Into lettinghim tie him up for play a little earlier than they'd planned. And that's when things had really gone south.
He'd been beaten severely. Cut up. Kicked and slapped around. Gagged to muffle the screams, ungagged and forced to take Mr. Hart's length into his mouth with a hand squeazing his throat brutally to ensure that he didn't bite him. He'd been forced to swallow which was definitely taboo. And then he'd been left on the floor in a broken, bloody heap while his client decided to take a shower. Cleanse himself so that he'd be freshened up before the fun continued.
The boy's wrists and ankles were chafed raw and bloody fromt he rope, even the corners of his mouth from the gag. His face was swollen and bruising, cuts here and there and a split liip from being hit. there were ugly marks along his neck and of course his entire body was covered in angry welts and cuts and bruises. Shaking he'd scooted painfully across the floor and gotten hold of the knife that had been used to cut on him and he'd slowly sawed his bonds. He'd dressed as quickly as he could and he'd run for the safest place he could think of, the only place he knew. And he'd bribed someone at the back door with the money he'd found in his coat to let him inside to one of the empty boxes.
There he curled up in a seat, shaking and crying softly as he watched the show. It was the same man playing the phantom. His voice soothed him and entranced him, making him feel safe and loved. Making him cry harder at times for want of nearness. When the show was over he ducked down on the floor, curling up in one of the corners of the box in the hopes that he'd be overlooked. And he was so tired and worn out that it wasn't long before he had fallen asleep, huddled in the oversized coat and shivering uncontrollably. If he could just stay here, if he could just never leave... maybe things wouldn't be so horrible. He could forget all about everything else and just live in this fantasy world.
Right. And maybe prince charming would sweep him off his feet. As if.
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