Prince Among Mortals (Boyxboy)

Chapter 10

 ~Present day, Hollywood~

Adrien hopped off the bus and walked up his driveway. The moment he walked through the door, his father pulled him into his arms and kissed him roughly.

Adrien managed to pull away, “Really?”

“I missed you. I called your mother and she’ll be on the next flight home. The meeting is canceled and I managed to convince your mother’s boss to give her two weeks off. In other words, we can spend winter break as a family.”

While the whole thing was light heartening, Adrien didn’t feel any of it. He didn’t want to spend time with this monster anymore. He wanted him to disappear forever.

“People only disappear forever if they’re dead.” Teddy mentioned. The phone rang, suddenly becoming Adrien’s life savior. He quickly headed up stairs and locked the door behind him. Although it would be useless; his father had a spare key. He tossed his bag in the corner.

“You could just take a knife and stab him when his back is turned.” Teddy suggested. “Seriously, how can anyone expect that?”

“The police would find out.” Adrien whispered. “The neighbors saw me coming home. To kill him now would let them point the finger at me.”

The stuff bear sat quietly in the corner as the door unlocked slowly. A dreaded horror fell upon Adrien. What would his father do to him today? Tie him down? Whip him till his back bled? He was nothing more than a rag doll. He could see it. Little cross stitches to hold the cream color fabric for skin and red yarn used for hair; blue buttons for the eyes and a mouth sewn in.

This doll would sit upon a shelf alone, covered with dust and cobwebs and every night, it would be taken down to have a needle being plunge into it’s fabric and ripping it open to have the stuffing pulled out. Only to have it all put back in and resew so it could be set upon the shelf the once again in the morning.

For three years this doll would go through that process. It would be useless to put the stuffing back in now for the doll was empty, broken. In the hands of a diabolical human being, what as the point of going to a new owner?

A shadow casted over Adrien. He looked up and saw the sick and soulless pair of blue eyes that were filled with ill-forged love.

Collin pushed his son down onto the bed and hovered above him. His hands quickly pulled off the bot;s shirt and his lips crashed onto Adrien’s. His hands snaked down to Adrien’s pants and worked them off. Then they slid into his son’s underwear. Adrien’s breath hitch as his father grabbed and squeezed his member gently.

And once again, Adrien found his back arching and his hips grinding against his father’s hand; his body craving for more for this filthy pleasure.

Mr. Horn’s lips parted away from Adrien’s and went to his neck. The firm, hard sucks lured a few moans out of Adrien. Satisfied with the outcome, Mr. Horn’s lips then traveled slowly down his body as his hands worked off Adrien’s underwear. Tears leaked from Adrien’s eyes as something hot and moist suck on him, making him reach his peek.

“Mmm, you firm up so nicely son.” Mr. Horn purred. He gave a hard suck, causing Adrien to moan loudly and for him to cum.

Then out of the blue, Mr. Horn’s cell rang.

Collin pulled it out with irritation. "Hello? Mr. Belmont, I’ve told you. . . . .Oh Gabriel! How are you doing my old friend? Really? How wonderful. You know, your son—your youngest—is throwing a Christmas Eve party. Perhaps I can meet you then? Uh-huh. . . .Yes. . . .Oh how excellent, I can’t wait. In fact, why don’t we get together right now? Say. . . . .down at my office. I actually have somethings I want you to see. . . . .Great, see you in twenty minuets.”