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The coldness of the metal handcuffs sent slight shivers that added to the tremors shaking his body as the shadow grabbed his arms and pulled him close. The shadow’s hands were also ice cold, like no warmth every passed through them. It aroused him; everything seemed to do that. The terror that the thing radiated built up inside him, arousing him more. He tried to fight it, the pleasure he got from being in terror, not the terror itself, but could not; his teachers, that trice caught criminal, had taught him to good for the arts of some hands, like its hands.

The faint light of a desk lamp, the only light in the room, sipped inside the hood of it and it was it no longer it; it was he. That faint light drifted across a strand of golden hair, glittered on his blue, red-rimmed eyes, and twinkled off the gold outlining his jacket top. His white skin glowered in that light. He looked almost like an outcast angel, surrounded by black. Faint blush red lips quipped into a small smile.

“Scarred,” they said. “You better be, whore.”

Those cold hands slid under his short. One went for his nipples. It squeezed one nipple, and then rubbed it in circles. It then moved to the next and did the same thing. The other hand had not been idol. It moved down his back and into his tight, school-issued pants and cupped one cheek in its hand. Heero shivered and moaned into the clothed chest he was almost leaning on.

The hand on his nipples decided they wanted a harder prey to play with. They moved down, toward the other hand but on the other side of the boy. Heero slightly giggled as it brushed his sensitive stomach. Upon finding little room to slip into the pants, it unzipped them with a finger that pressed against Heero’s stomach. The pants slipped down to his knees.

The hand grasped the erect length it found after getting rid of the packages of pants and silk boxers. Heero gasped and tumbled fully in to the man. The man smirked and played with the perfectly shaped balls he found near Heero’s length as a finger from the other hand decided to be bold. It slid into Heero’s hole, clenching the muscles there with its coldness. Another finger joined it on its exploration. They formed a quick scissor movement as the man turned Heero around and pushed him against a part of the wall with nothing on it, not even a manacle.

His white pants fell to the floor as he removed his fingers and positioned himself inside the unprepared boy. Heero shuddered as the cock inside him thrust, scrapping his sides and making his blood into the only lubricant he would get. The cock found that spot that made him scream in pleasure and in the pain from the lubricant makings.

He let the pain and pleasure come and overflow. The cock hit him directly and he overflowed, shooting out semen in to the wall. The man thrust one more time and let himself peak. The cold liquid shot into Heero, freezing him cold. The man withdrew when finished, leaving Heero to grasp against the wall.

Heero watched as he went to the desk and press a something. “Lady Uno, I need your helping cleaning up my room. Come here, and bring the usual gear.” He said in an educated voice into a small speaker.

A woman with shoulder length, brown hair answered his calls two minutes later. She took one look at Heero and said, “A new boy, Treize?”

“Yes, my other boy left and this one is actually a true whore and considered the best money can get. Well, that is according to my friends.”

A soft, warm cloth lapped at his flesh and warmed away some of the hurt. It was efficient and military like, so it soon finished its job soon. The woman pushed up his boxers and pants. The sores brushed against the silk that the cotton pants pressed against him; the pants were cotton and didn’t show the few drops of blood that showed on them. The woman straightened his clothing, again with military efficacy, and patted his shoulders.

Treize got up and headed to the pair. He pulled out a wad of bills rapped in a thousand and slipped them in to Heero’s hand. “You can go.”

Heero hurried away from the touches and feelings of dirtiness they he even got, for he was always in charge with his customers; they were never in charge of him like this one had been. The man stopped him with his voice. “I shall see you every day at nine thirty; make sure you are free. No one shall care if you tell anyone. But you won’t; you’re a whore. By the way, I am your new principal, Treize Khushrenada.”

Heero knew he would come again; he could not disobey that voice.

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