Gothic: Cashton

Sex

Dedication: CashtonSmile
Calum shrinks away from the shouting Ashton in front of him.

"Are you listening to me? You are not to feed the others the food you get! You won't get any more special food if you keep that up!" He shouts. A few faces peek into the tent they're in even though everyone is meant to be practicing. Calum whimpers and tugs at Ashtons sleeve.

"P-please don't be m-mad at me Daddy I just wanted to be n-nice! I didn't know I wasn't s'posed to do it!" Ashton sighs and back hands Calum harshly across the face. Calum falls to the ground clutching his sore cheek.

"Don't be dramatic, Calum please. It doesn't suit you. Now get up, we're going to the costume car." Ashton grumbles. Calum stands, and Ashton grips his wrist dragging him out of the tent. The acts that had been peeking freeze in their spots. Ashton's face reddens in anger.

"Can no one follow the rules today?" He roars. The three attempt to flee, but Ashton stops them and drops Calum's wrist. He drags the acts to where the others continue to practice, and Calum follows. Ashton brings them onto the stage and clears his throat. "Everyone listen up!" He shouts. Everyone stops what they're doing and looks up at him. He forces the two boys and single girl to their knees. "These three have decided they want to show you what happens when you skip out on practice and spy on me!" Everyone's eyes widen in terror. A whip appears in Ashton's hand and he rips the backs of their shirts much like he'd done to Blade just that morning. Calum sees Ashton's eyes turn a piercing red color as he begins cracking his whip over their bare backs. There's a shrill scream with every single lash, and Calum can't seem to make himself move to stop it. When Ashton finishes, the three on stage are sobbing uncontrollably.

"What do you have to say for yourselves?" He asks. They all give numerous appologies and beg for forgiveness. Ashton chuckles. "Sometimes sorry isn't quite good enough. Whose idea was this?" He asks. The girl stands shakily.

"I-it was mine, Freakshow I'm sorry I di-" snap. The girl falls limp on the stage next to the boys. Ashton snapped her neck with his bare hands. Calum stands in horror seeing the dead girl laying on the stage before him. He's never seen a dead person before. Ashton steps off the stage and motions to the largest of the boys who can regrow his limbs.

"Get rid of it. I don't care what you do with it just make it gone" he says, referring to the girl. He returns to Calum and grabs his small bicep, leading him away from the scene.

"You just killed her" Calum whispers. Ashton glances at him from the corner of his eye as they approach the costume car of the train.

"What was that, little one?"

"Ashton you, you just killed that girl!"

"Baby it was causing trouble. It needed to made an example of." Ashton explains. Calum rips his arm from Ashton's grip

"She was just a girl! Don't call her it!" Calum exclaims. Ashton rolls his.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Calum. Its taken care of. It was nothing special anyway." Tears well up in Calum's eyes.

"You're nuts!" Ashton cackles.

"Baby, I'm mad" Calum wipes frustratedly at his eyes, but begins to feel more calm the longer the silence between them lasts. Ashton was right. It was all taken care of. Not a big loss. Ashton is always right.

"I'm sorry, Daddy" Calum whispers. Ashton takes the smaller boy into his arms amd strokes his hair.

"Its alright, Little One. Would you like to choose your costume?" He asks softly. Calum smiles

"Yes please, Daddy!" Ashton smiles down at him.

"What a good little boy you are, hm?" Calum nods happily. His worries and fears seem to of melted away in the span of a couple minutes. He's grateful for that.

"What am I gonna do in the show?" Calum asks, already beginning to frolic through the costumes.

"Mm now that Katana is gone we'll need someone to shove swords through themself." He ponders. Calum shivers at the thought of putting a blade through his body. "But you're much too delicate for that, aren't you?" Ashton coos. Calum nods gratefully. Ashton pets his hair subconsciously while he thinks. "I think for now I'll make you my little pet. Do you like that? Being my little pet?" Calum nods and drapes himself onto Ashton.

"Oh yes, Daddy I like that!" He says. Ashton's eyes darken.

"Oh baby you're gonna be saying that in bed sometime too" he whispers. Calum blushes.

"I will?" Ashton squeezes Calum's perky bum and gives it a quick slap.

"Oh you can count on it" Calum giggles and steps away from Ashton.

"I gotta pick my costume, Daddy" he teases. Ashton chuckles and follows Calum deeper into the costumes.

"How about you wear nothing at all?" He suggests playfully. He turns a small corner and nearly crashes into Calum who's standing there with an eerie grin and a small outfit in his hands. Ashton feels offset. He can normally sense everything coming to him, but he didn't sense Calum standing there. Something about the crazed smile on the boy's face has Ashton feeling uneasy. Something isn't quite right but he can't put his finger on what it is.

"I like this one, Daddy" Calum says, something is different about his voice, but Ashton tries to ignore it.

"How about you try it on, sweetheart. Daddy wants to see what it looks like on you" he says cautiously. Calum hugs Ashton quickly

"Okay Daddy" he voice is back to normal, and Ashton's nerves are calm. Calum changes and comes back to Ashton in the black leather booty shorts with suspenders. His legs are graced with fishnet stockings and a black garter. Ashton nearly chokes at the sight of his boy.

"Fuck" is all he manages to get out. Calum approaches Ashton slowly.

"Do you like it? Or do I look like a slut?" Calum asks. Ashton pulls him closer by one of his suspenders.

"I like it. I like it a lot. Its perfect for my little pet isn't it?" Calum giggles.

"Yes, Daddy"