Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2009 20:16:54 -0400
From: Dmitri Balrose <yimababwe@gmail.com>
Subject: Hannoch: viola part 1

     VIOLA:;~;:=violation
     By Dmitri Balrose

     This is one of three stories of which I am going to
choose one to continue further and post onto this site
(nifty).  So if you're not too lazy then I would really
appreciate it if you would email me with your opinion on
which story you think I should continue with.  Please note
that to send your recommendation you will, of course, have
to have read all three of the stories, so if they aren't all
accepted yet then you'll have to wait.  But on the other
hand if you simply feel like commenting on how you liked one
of my stories or if you want to tell me how bad it sucked,
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     He was waiting to be picked up from football practice
when I saw him.  He had short brown hair, pale blue eyes,
and such a handsome face that my stolen heart began to beat
frantically as soon as I laid eyes upon him.  Not to mention
his lean yet muscular body that was clearly visible through
the thin shorts and sleeveless shirt he wore.  The shorts
were so revealing, the curve of his ass perfectly clear and
his male organs causing the fabric in the front to stick out
slightly.  I loved the clothing the kids wore these days!
     I was a demon, you see.  A spirit born into immortality
after having lived 30 or so meaningless years in ancient
Sumer.  I had only recently decided to focus and compress my
essence down into a body and take it over., and the body I
had now was nothing special really, a homeless man only a
little bit older than me when I had died.  What I desired
most of all though was the flesh of a young and beautiful
male that I could spend a lifetime in.  It had been 200
years since I had last spent time in a human body, for I
usually enjoyed just watching time pass by on Earth.
     And now here I was, watching a boy of perhaps 16 or 17
who I thought was the most alluring thing I had ever seen.
I wanted him.  More specifically (or less, who knows?) I
wanted his body for myself.  I yearned to be him, to have
his good looks as my own.
     After ogling him for a few more minutes, I wandered
over with a pretense of coyness.  He saw my ragged clothing,
the dirt on my face and in my hair, and knew what I, or at
least the man whose body I had stolen, was.  A bum.
     "You need somethin'?"  He asked in an (unintentionally)
seductive deep voice.
     I decided I was too impatient to beat around the bush.
What could he do to me?  I was an all powerful spirit
against which he was practically defenseless.
     "Take off your clothes.  I want to see if you're
perfect or not."
     A look of shock and disgust came across his beautiful
face.
     "Fuckin' pervert!  Get outta here!  Get the hell away
from my school!"
     I expected as much.  But what struck me as strange was
how he had told me to leave his school alone.  It was almost
as if he wanted to protect his fellow students as well.  I
liked this.  It turned me on.  He was a warrior, a defender.
Brave, manly, sexy.
     "Take your clothes off now," I commanded.
     He grew angry, and took a step towards me like he was
going to beat me up.  Brave little defender.  I released my
hold on my fleshy cage minutely and pushed my powerful will
against him.  He moved away from me, frightened now, and
unsure of himself.
     "Don't run.  I won't hurt you.  Just do as I say."
     He didn't listen.  He turned and ran.  Futile.
Releasing my hold once again, I reached out with my will and
struck him hard on the head.  The blow knocked him
unconscious.  I returned to my flesh, and gathered him up in
my arms, a task which would be impossible if not for my
demonic presence in this weak body, and started to carry him
back to the house that I had stolen a few streets away.  As
we walked there, I could scarcely take my eyes off of the
irresistible body in my arms.  I loved the feel of his skin
through his clothes and his provocative masculine scent.  I
could hardly wait to feel this same skin without the barrier
of fabric.

                    -         -         -

     When I arrived home, I carried my prince upstairs to
the bedroom, and laid him down gently on the bed.  I stood
there for a few minutes just watching him, adoring the way
his muscular chest moved up and down as he breathed, his
nipples visible through the cloth.
     I found some rope in the cellar which I used to tie him
by his wrists and ankles to the four posts of the bed.  When
I lifted up his arm to tie it, I couldn't help but bend down
and lick the hair in his underarm.  I breathed the smell
deeply; the scent of a man.  I took off his shoes and socks,
and then went downstairs to complete all the annoying
dutiful needs of a human such as eating and relieving
myself.
     About an hour later, I heard him upstairs on the bed,
struggling to get free.  I ran up to the bedroom as fast as
I could, a wicked grin on my bearded face.
     "So you've awoken, my little prince, my warrior?  How
was your sleep?"
     "You're fucking crazy, you sick pervert!  Untie me
right now!"
     Brave, manly, sexy.
     "Why bother doing that?  You'd just run.  You know you
can't escape, don't you?  Just give in!  Have you forgotten
how you got here?  Perhaps you have.  Let's just say I'm
more than I seem to be."
     He turned his eyes away, thinking, and then became
suddenly frightened as he remembered the strange force he
felt, my force; my will.
     "How did you do that earlier?  You...pushed me, or
something did, at least."
     I smiled cunningly.
     "Perhaps I'll explain another time.  But for now, I
think we should get down to business-"
     I walked over to the nightstand, enjoying the fear in
his eyes as I moved closer to him, and pulled out a pair of
scissors from a drawer.
     "What the fuck do you think you're gonna do with
those?"
     He was trying to be cocky, but I could hear the fear in
his voice.
     "Well you refused to take your clothes off, so I'm
going to have to take them off myself," I replied.
     "Like hell you are.  Fucking pervert.  Untie me.  I
swear, if you don't untie me you'll be sorry."
     A sighed, very motherly, if I may use the term.  He was
still keeping up the guise of the brave knight, though I
knew he was on the verge of panicking.  Well, that's okay, I
thought.  Your strength is so seductive.
     I moved so I was next to his waist, next to his male
organs, which caused the fabric to stand out slightly, as
usual.  I lifted his shirt up a bit, and began cutting
upward until the scissors were an inch from his face.  I
then cut the sleeves, and removed the ravaged shirt from his
body, stopping to gaze at his torso.  Dear heaven, he was so
sexy; lean and muscular but not overly so.  He had hair
under his arms, a light brown thatch on his chest which
wasn't developed or darkened like under his arms or, I
assumed, in his pants, and he also had a beguiling trail
that led down from his naval to his currently covered
treasure.  He shivered once, adjusting to the temperature of
the room on his tan skin.
     I positioned myself next to the bottom of his shorts,
and started cutting up one leg, then the other.  Sexy,
muscular thighs to go along with his beautiful calves were
revealed to me with each cut.  The outline of his treasure
was easily seen through his only remaining clothing; his
boxers.  My heart was pounding from the anticipation of
stripping him completely.  He shivered again
     I readied myself to cut off his boxers when he finally
broke down and gave up his tough guy act.
     "Please, please let me go.  Please!  Just untie me!
Don't do this, please!"
     The sound of his sexy masculine voice made me moan.
     "I will never let you go, my prince, my beautiful,
strong, warrior!  Never!  You are mine."
     His face was red and poised for tears.
     "I'm begging you, don't do this....let me go...."
     I pulled the handles of the scissors together, cutting
the first part of his sole covering.
     "PLEASE!  Stop it!  I'll do whatever you want, I swear,
just stop it, please!"
     I grinned at him, evilly.
     "But what I want is you!  Nothing you can offer me is
better than what I'm about to have."
     He stared at me, defeated.
     "I'll do anything.  I....I'll even have sex with you if
that's what you want.  Just not like this, please!
This....this is....rape!"
     It made me sad to hear him say this.  I didn't want my
brave little warrior giving his body to me.  I wanted to
take it; by force.
     "Ah but my prince, this rape, this....violation, I
enjoy this more than I would consensual sex with you, even
if the law would consider that rape.  I do not like to see
you so defeated you know!  You're crying aren't you?  My
brave little warrior shouldn't cry; he shouldn't offer
himself to perverts.  It's not right."
     "And rape, violation against my will is right?"  He
asked, tears streaming down his handsome face.  "I offered
to have sex with you because you drove me to it!"
     He was making me angry.
     "You were just lying to me to save yourself anyways!
You can't lie to me!  I know!"  And at this last word I
struck him across the face with the back of my hand.  Hard.
There was silence except for his now heavy breathing for a
few moments.
     I made two more cuts, and one leg of his boxers was cut
open.  I quickly cut off the other one, and pulled them out
from under his ass, throwing his final garment on the ground
so that I could behold this treasure.
     Love.  I loved his body.  I saw it now in it's
entirety, from his strong arms tied to the bed post to his
moderately hair covered legs.  The legs of an athlete.  The
body of a god.  And now I also saw his beautiful, oh so
beautiful and luscious male organs.  His penis lay gently
over his large soft balls, which hung down, at ease.  He had
a decent amount of brown pubic hair, darker than the hair on
his head.  I then noticed how he had turned his head away
from me.  His face was red, and his whole body was somewhat
slick and sweaty.  I stared.  Sexy glistening wet abs and
pecs.
     I reached into his mind, and what I felt was his
unbridled shame.  It consumed his thoughts, and it was
radiating from him.  Shame, and sadness.
     "You are beautiful, my prince.  I knew you were perfect
from the moment I first set eyes on you."
     I leaned over his enticing body and kissed his cheek,
which was burning hot.  His face remained turned away from
me.
     I was still holding the scissors I realized, so I
quickly put them back in the nightstand.
     Upon returning to his body, I put my hand on his arm at
the wrist and slid it down, down past his underarm hair,
over his muscular chest and stomach, and down the side of
his waist and irresistible legs.
     Hopefully I was going along relatively slow with his
violation-I didn't want to rush it.  I sat next to him on
the bed and began to rub and massage his legs.  They were so
strong and firm, and soft despite the hair.  I moved up to
caress his large chest, and couldn't help but lick his
delicious nipples.  When I did this he tried frantically to
escape from my tongue, but his bonds prevented it.  After
that I felt his forearms and abs before finally moving down
to his private parts.  Starting with his inner thighs, I
rubbed him sensually, slowly moving up to his hanging balls.
I cupped them in my palm, squeezed them gently, and then
finally rolled them around playfully in my hand.  They were
unbelievably soft and felt perfect in my grasp-like they
were meant to be there.
     Then I, softly, softly, ran my fingers over the top
side of his penis.  He became still as stone as if my touch
had paralyzed him.  I lifted up his flaccid organ and held
it in my hand, feeling it's warmth against my skin.  So
smooth.  He started to flail wildly, trying to free his
naked penis from my rough adult hand.  He couldn't move
enough to get it out of my grasp, so he gave in and
reluctantly submitted to my touch, perhaps accepting that
even if he had shaken me off I would have just touched him
again anyways.  Without meaning to, I begin to masturbate
him gently, my hand moving up and down the silky length of
his dick.  There was a sharp intake of breath from him as I
began to stoke his most intimate part.  He started to grow
hard.  I continued to do this, unable to stop.  With my
other hand I once again felt his chest and abs, and then
slid this free hand down, touching his pubic hair, and then
his balls.  I groped him.  Felt him.
     "You are mine," I whispered in his ear.
     I couldn't control myself.  My stroking became more
frantic and violent, while my other hand slid all over his
body.  He was starting to breath heavy.  Then suddenly I
realized I had forgotten that most secret place, the one
below his balls.  I felt him there, reaching under to
squeeze his ass cheeks, and ran my fingers over his asshole
again and again.  He shuddered at his own helplessness.
     Heavy breathing, violent stroking, and then finally
penetration.  I stuck my finger inside him, committing the
ultimate violation.  The passion reached a climax, and I
held firm to his organ, continuing to stroke as his semen
spilled out around my clenched hand.
     When he was spent, I took my finger out of his ass, and
released my grip on his penis.  I just sat there for a
minute, looking at the lovely white fluid in my hand, and
then once again bent over and kissed him on the cheek.  Like
fire.  I was planning on moving my face away, but he was so
enticing that instead I forced a rough kiss on his mouth,
even pushing my tongue inside it despite the opposition it
met.  There were tears running down his face.  I knew what I
had done to him had given him pleasure, of that there was no
doubt, but the pleasure was vastly eclipsed by the shame,
sorrow, and pain that he felt.  I left the room to clean
myself up, leaving the soul I had broken tied to the bed.

                    -         -         -
     I returned to the bedroom a few minutes later, where I
found him staring blankly at the wall on the opposite side
of the bed from the door.  I sat beside him and caressed his
handsome face.  He endured it silently, but I could see that
on the inside he wanted me to stop.  In fact, he wanted me
to disappear forever.  If he hated me then it was obscured
by his shame, but I could definitely feel that he wanted me
to be gone.
     "Do you want to get cleaned up, my love?  I could make
a hot bath for you if you wish."
     He didn't say anything, but I went and prepared the
bath for him regardless.  When it was completely full of
steaming water, I poured in all the bottles of expensive
scented oils and bubbles that I had found in the house when
it had come into my possession.  I went to him when all was
ready.
     "Your bath awaits, prince.  I know you'll run away so
I'm not going to untie you.  I'll bathe you myself instead."
I waited for a response, which never came.  "Cat's got your
tongue eh?  Well that's fine by me, though I do confess that
I'll start to miss your voice if this goes on for too long."
     I didn't want to risk him escaping, so I loosed my hold
on this flesh I occupied, as I must do, and exerted my will
on his mind, making him fall sleep.  I untied the ropes from
the bed and instead tied his arms behind his back and his
legs together.  Gathering his nude body in my arms, I
carried him to the bathroom, where I lowered him as gently
as I could into the water.  The heat began to wake him
immediately.  He opened his eyes slowly, and looked at me.
We stared at each other for a moment, him completely
exposed, and me wrapped up inside clothes and flesh, before
I retrieved a washcloth and begin to gently ring it out over
his head to wet his hair, which I then covered in shampoo,
and proceeded to lather and rinse.  Throughout the entire
process he merely stared into my eyes.  Afterwards, I dipped
my hands into the water and massaged his submerged leg
muscles.  I looked up to see that he was still staring at my
face, more intently this time.
     "Is there something wrong, child?"
     "Why...." He sounded very drowsy, and was pausing
frequently.  "Why do you talk to me....that way....nobody
your age....speaks like that...."
     "I'm very old.  Much, much older than I look."
     His eyes were locked to mine.
     "Are you....human?"
     "What do you think?"
     "I....don't know."
     "And that's how it will stay."
     "But why?  I'm not going to....tell anyone.  You're
probably going to kill me when this is over anyways."
     "Why would you think I would do that?  I said I loved
you."
     He turned his face away from me.
     "But....you're crazy....a pervert.  When people like
you say things like that it means they might kill you
because they can't have you for themselves."
     "And you aren't mine?"
     He was looking at me again.
     "This won't last long.  Someone might come looking for
me.  You don't even own this house, do you?  You look too
poor for a house like this."
     I smiled.
     "There is no living person today who has any reason to
come to this house ever again; I made sure of it weeks ago.
Maybe I'll keep you here forever.  Did you think of that?"
     He tried to hide his sudden fear.
     "Won't you let me go?  Please, I won't tell anyone, I
swear.  Just untie me and I'll pretend this never happened."
     I laughed bitterly.
     "Ha!  You must think I'm a fool!  I wouldn't dare trust
you to keep silent."
     But even as I said it I began to consider the very
thing.  I knew how ashamed he was of what I did to him.
Maybe he wouldn't tell anyone after all?  I didn't want to
give him up any time soon anyways, so I had plenty of time
to think about it.
     "You can trust me!  Please, I'm not a liar.  I won't
say a word.  Let me go."
     "I told you no and I meant it!  Don't ask again; you're
making me angry!  Don't you see?  You're mine!"
     And then I reached over and grabbed his male organs
roughly.  It was a pitiless thing to do really, but I wanted
to demonstrate his own helplessness to him.  As soon as I
did it he squirmed backwards up the side of the tub, trying
to get away from my hand, but he immediately slid back down
to his old position.
     "Don't touch me!"  He yelled.
     Ah, so nice to have my little warrior back again!  I
wasn't really that angry at him, but I decided to give him a
little show, just to prove my power.  I stretched out my
essence wide, and shook.  The entire room and everything in
it started to move, the water in the tub sloshing around
madly.  The display did its job; he was scared.
     "What kind of creature are you?  Demon!  I hate you!"
     "Good!  At least you know the truth now, little one.
You belong to a demon and your body is mine to use as I
wish."
     I emptied the water, and stood there running my eyes
over his wet body glistening in the dry air for a few
minutes before picking him up.  He had never been carried by
me while he was awake, and he was startled by the unnatural
ease with which I carried him.  I brought a towel which I
used to dry him off, and then I decided that I would let him
sleep untied, for it was now late.  I removed his bonds.  He
sat on the bed in front of me, still fully nude, rubbing the
bruised places where the ropes had been.  He glanced up at
me but quickly looked back down again.
     "I will let you sleep unbound, so be grateful.  I'm not
going to leave you alone though.  No, I'm not that foolish.
Sleep now, if you wish."
     He sighed, and then reached over as if to pull the
covers up so that he could slip underneath.
     "No, prince.  You will sleep on top of the covers," I
said.
     He looked at me sadly, realizing he would be forced to
remain exposed to me for the entire night.  He put his head
on the pillow, turning his body away in a sad attempt at
dignity.
     I went over to the door, closed and locked it, and then
sat down, leaning against it.  I put my body to sleep, and
then left it there sitting by the door so that my essence
could hover in the room.  Time moved more quickly this way,
and I also could watch my captive sleep.
     The hours passed as I floated around, transfixed by the
image of my sleeping beauty.  He managed to sleep well,
despite being in the clutches of a demon pervert.  I once
again got to enjoy the sight of his chest moving up and down
from his breathing.  Who knew that it was possible for one
thing, and a demon like myself even, to love and adore
another being so much?  I cherished him beyond all things,
and never wanted any harm to befall him.  Discluding, of
course, what I myself had and would in the future probably
do.