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Subject 101, Part 13

Reply to Shelly and Sherri

Posted to the Roswell Slash list October 11, 2000

TITLE: Subject 101
AUTHOR: Shelly and Sherri
RATING: R
EMAIL: qemeraldus@aol.com
DISCLAIMER: Roswell characters don't belong to us; any other characters do...
FEEDBACK: thrive on it, makes us write more...LOL
AUTHORS NOTE: This is an Alternate Universe story so we're basically making up our history as it goes along. ALSO this story will feature GRAPHIC m/m sex, with a few non-consensual scenes thrown in. If you don't like that kind of stuff, then please don't read it. Chapters that contain graphic sex will be rated NC17.



Max shivered. He wasn't cold, but he was terrified at what the evening would bring. Domino had dressed him in black leather pants again, this time paired with a dark red silk shirt. His hair had been styled by a professional and was gelled and spiked a bit. Max felt like he was being groomed to be put on display. And it didn't help his nerves any that Cyrus was shadowing him. Didn't even want to be in the same room with the man that had killed Lisa. Made Max want to grab a knife from the buffet table and stab Cyrus in the heart, over and over again. And such thoughts, such rage, made Max shiver all the more.

"You look incredible." Domino whispered in Max's ear as he came up behind the boy. Let one hand cup Max's taut ass before sliding around slender waist and slipping inside the pants. Max wasn't wearing underwear, of course, so it was an easy matter for Domino to fondle the boy. Knew Max hated being groped in public, but the boy was still in need of punishment. Domino knew that Max would be taught a valuable lesson tonight.

Domino's special guest tonight was Reynold Fiore. Fifty-five years old, disgustingly rich and paralyzed from the waist down. Couldn't have sex but enjoyed watching and supervising the action. Had a passion for teenage boys, preferring those with dark hair. Max was his ideal type. And the way Fiore got off was by instructing his entourage of a huge Indian, a black Amazon of a woman and a nimble Asian in how to play with his newest toy. And Fiore did join in with his hands and tongue and sex toys. Max was in for a night that he would never forget. But, for the moment, Domino would simply put him on display. Fiore would be able to take Max home with him, for the weekend, but the others at the party would be allowed to touch and taste the boy and make Max do whatever they desired. They just couldn't fuck him in the ass. Fiore didn't want damaged goods.

Max didn't respond to Domino's compliment. "I'd...I'd like some champagne." he whispered, knowing that he would need what the alcohol could give him. Make Max numb and mindless to what would happen to him tonight.

"One glass." Domino allowed. It would make Max more relaxed and less damage would be likely to occur. Snapped fingers at a passing waiter and snagged a glass off silver tray. Held it out to Max and chuckled when the boy drained it in one swallow. "Feel better?" Domino asked.

"Yes." Max whispered, as his vision softened and warmth seeped throughout his body. He let himself enjoy the feeling of going numb, mind as well as body. Knew that what was going to happen tonight would be hell for him and that he had to survive it. This was the only way.

Domino cupped Max's beautiful face in both hands and kissed the sweet lips. Almost laughed when Max kissed him back. Tonight was going to be fun. Breaking the kiss, Domino took Max by the hand and led him over to a blond woman in a white dress. "Hello, Candy." he said.

Candy smiled, her eyes locked on the beautiful boy with Domino. "Lovely." she whispered. "Can I have him?"

"Some other time." Domino promised. "But..he can pleasure you. What do you want him to do?"

"That's easy." Candy replied as she hopped up onto a nearby table and spread her legs. Wore nothing underneath. "I bet he knows what to do."

Max answered for himself by moving between long legs and kneeling so that his tongue could probe feminine folds of hot flesh. Knew that he was now the center of attention and didn't care. All that mattered was this moment in time.

End of Part 13

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