Half Sick Of Shadows

The next morning when Gat had strategically left the house through the window to avoid detection from Ukoku, Hazel yawned and stretched, stepping out of his room only to hit the floor a moment later from a heavy THUMP to the back of the head with a blunt object, When the confused twelve-year-old came to, he couldn’t see anything through a thick blindfold over his pale blue eyes and his mouth was stuffed with what felt like a plastic ball held in place with a leather strap that wrapped around his head. There was a painful feeling around his wrists, which were bound together, which suggested nylon rope. He tried desperately to free his hands so he could remove the gag and the blindfold, but in his attempts, the pain only got worse, however, Hazel was not the type to just give up easily so he tried to get up from the bed he had been seemingly carelessly deposited onto only to find that his ankles were bound to the bedposts with the same rope so that his legs were spread and he was flat on his stomach, his wrists were not, however, bound to the bed, only to each other.



Ukoku almost laughed at how pathetic Hazel’s attempts to escape were, but he couldn’t speak or make any sound that would give the kid any idea as to who was behind this, that would ruin his plan. But really, with his stunningly bright silvery white hair, pale skin and frightened sounds as he tried again and again to fruitlessly escape, Hazel really reminded Ukoku of a trapped dove about to have its wings pulled off.



Ukoku took a knife from the bedside table and ran one of the flat sides along Hazel’s pale, thin chest, then he turned it so the blade was there and made a quick slash across his chest, drawing blood. Hazel tried to scream through his gag, but found it impossible. That being done, Ukoku backed away and sat on a couch across from the bed silently, just watching tears soak the blindfold and pour from under it.



Hazel wondered if he was alone in the deep, eerie silence that buzzed endlessly in his ears. As a cold breeze blew in from the cracks in the old window, he became painfully aware that he was naked. What seemed like hours, really only minutes, passed before Hazel was made aware he was not alone by a hand on the side of his face undoing the straps of the gag, then the gag was pulled out and a rough kiss was forced on his little mouth as the feeling of someone else’s tongue invading it began. Hazel whimpered softly, trying to pull away, but a hand pressed against the back of his head, forcing him to stay in the kiss.



Finally, his assailant broke the kiss and stood back a bit, but Hazel could still feel his presence just watching him. “Why are ya doin’ this? Please! Say somethin’ y’all’re scarin’ me!” He pleaded, beginning to struggle again. “Please let me go! I won’t tell no one what ya did ta me an’ I won’t make no assumptions what ya were gonna do!” He continued when he received no answer.



Ukoku fought the urge to tauntingly explain to Hazel that in his very way of speaking, he’d damned himself. All those double negatives really suggested that he was going to tell someone. Ukoku, of course, knew that was just how Hazel spoke, but he didn’t really care, any excuse to torment the kid further. Deep down, Ukoku knew that Hazel was neither his primary object of lust nor his primary object of hatred. What Ukoku had really wanted in the sexual sense was Koumyou Sanzo, his closest friend back in Shangri La who had passed on in much the same way Hazel’s master had. Ukoku’s object of envy and hatred, that is to say, the one he wished was sobbing and begging, bound on all fours in front of him, was Koumyou’s apprentice, Kouryuu…no, it was Genjyo Sanzo now that Koumyou was gone, wasn’t it? Either way, he was quite out of reach and Hazel reminded Ukoku of him every bit as much as Hazel’s master had reminded Ukoku of Koumyou.



All this time Ukoku spent thinking and considering was carefully planned, though it seemed a random reverie, Hazel had begun to think he was alone again and had begun trying desperately to free himself again, afraid his captor would return at any moment. It amused Ukoku to watch Hazel struggling; it amused him to see the rope burns on his ankles and wrists beginning to bleed. Hazel was a strong kid, Ukoku had to admit, a normal little boy would have given up under such tremendous pain, but not Hazel Grosse. He was different. That bull-headed determination. Ukoku had no doubt Genjyo Sanzo was the same way, which made this all the more satisfying. If Ukoku’s plans had not hinged on violating Hazel completely, then he might have just been content to leave him tied up and watch him struggle until he finally fainted from exhaustion or blood loss or pain, but Ukoku didn’t have that luxury, breaking Hazel’s mind and spirit was as important as breaking his body and doing that hinged entirely on rape as far as Ukoku’s plan was concerned and besides, Ukoku would have been lying to himself if he hadn’t admitted he was getting hard from watching Hazel’s fruitless attempts at escape.



Hazel’s struggling was stopped when a fistful of his silvery hair was grabbed and his head was tugged forward. Another sharp jerk of his hair caused him to open his mouth in a yelp at which point, something hard and thick was shoved into it. He gagged a bit, but Ukoku ignored the gagging and started to shove Hazel’s head down further onto his cock, then pull it back, a good old-fashioned face-fuck. Hazel almost vomited due to his sensitive gag reflex, but he managed to hold it back. He would have bit down on his rapist’s cock; however, he was in a numb state of shock, his mind shutting down momentarily to save him the pain of registering completely what was being done to him.



What seemed like forever to Hazel, his mouth was left alone and the man (it was obvious now to Hazel that this person was, in fact, a man.), walked away for a moment, leaving Hazel relieved, thinking he’d finally been left alone, but his optimism was shattered when the bed creaked as though an adult body was climbing onto it…behind him… Hazel knew what was coming next, he didn’t want to believe it, but he knew and his fears were confirmed when what had just been in his mouth was lined up with his tight rear entrance, the tip pressing against the little opening. “Please! No! Don’t do this!” He was getting hysterical, struggling harder, trying desperately but to no avail to break the ropes that bound him. “Oh God! Please, someone help!” He cried out. Ukoku ignored Hazel’s cries and pleas and simply grabbed his hips firmly, holding them still and thrust in hard and fast. A scream of pain escaped Hazel’s lips, it was a burning, ripping feeling, someone tearing into him without benefit of lubrication other than Hazel’s own saliva, most of which seemed to have been wiped off for this exact reason before the man penetrated him. Mercifully, unconsciousness from the pain and all the struggling overtook Hazel and he collapsed, tears still flowing down his pale, frightened face. Ukoku didn’t really care whether or not Hazel was conscious. True, it was less fun without his screaming and begging for mercy, but that didn’t matter, Ukoku had done what he’d set out to do and now a bit of release was all he asked. An unconscious body was as good as a conscious one for a simple bit of release.



Fortunately for Hazel, he stayed unconscious through Ukoku’s release, so he didn’t have to deal with what had been done to him right at that moment. Ukoku finally pulled out, picked up the knife again and carved something into Hazel’s inner thigh, the pain woke Hazel up and the screams of agony, music to Ukoku’s ears, returned, prompting Ukoku to go further than just initials and instead write out the full name of his intended scapegoat ‘Gatti Nenehawk’.

With that done, Ukoku decided to go take a well deserved shower. He’d wait until the brat cried himself to sleep or something and then dump him in the middle of town and wait for some do-gooder to find him. Let the games begin.