Enemy's Caress

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Sorry that it took so long to update...I only got two reviews and that made kinda doubt myself...I felt like totally sad. My writing must suck. -__-

Anyway...here's chapter two:


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Cloud zipped up his shirt. He stared around the windowless room that he had occupied for about a week now. He still couldn’t deal with the fact that he was a prisoner. The thought was a bit unsettling.

However, he had to admit to himself, it was pretty nice. Aside from his arrival, he was treated like a king. Guards brought in three gourmet meals and a fresh pair of clothes everyday. His chains had even been removed allowing him to move about freely now.

Of course, just because that aspect was great didn’t mean he wasn’t trying to escape every time the door opened. After a while though, the guards came to expect it and Cloud found himself facing a gun whenever the doorway was unlocked.

The worst thing of it all was that he had no idea if the others were okay. He received a copy of the newspaper everyday, but it had nothing on the Ancient. Cloud wondered if that was being kept a secret just from him or from the public in general.

He sat down and stared at the ceiling. “I guess this is why it’s a good thing not to get too attached to people. I can’t believe that I dropped that principle so fast.”

He couldn’t sit long before he had to shift onto his side. He was normally a fast healer. All the other injuries on his body were now merely scars; except for the wound inflicted by Rufus’s lust. It was a pain that wouldn’t go away; he couldn’t even sit for long.

Cloud picked up the newspaper from that day; reading it was the only thing he could do. He busied himself with that for a while before he heard a knock on the door signifying dinnertime. He was starving. For some odd reason he hadn’t been fed at all that day.

As Cloud stood, he was greeted with two guards but there was no tray. Instead, all he saw was a pair of handcuffs.

“The President requests your presence. You will be dining with him tonight.” As one guard said this, the other moved towards Cloud with the cuffs.

Of course, his immediate response to the thought of having to see that sicko again was a sudden and relentless plan of escape. Cloud ran over and took out both guards with a kick before hurrying to the door that the imbeciles had left open.

When he reached the doorway, Cloud was met with five gunmen. As he stood in slight shock, the guard with the handcuffs came up and shackled Cloud’s hands in the front.

Cloud was then in for a walk to the President’s quarters involving two guards on either side and one in the back with a gun pointed at him. As they turned into the elevator, thoughts of escape once more rose to his mind. All he had to do was take out these three guards when the elevator landed and make a break for the steps if nothing else.

As the ‘ding’ of the elevator rang in Cloud’s ears, he readied himself as the doors opened revealing a long hallway along with ten armed guards. How could it have been so easy to break into this place and impossible to get out?

Cloud was escorted down the hall and in front of a door before one of the guards knocked and was met with a “Come in”. Cloud was then half pushed into the room. He wasn’t willingly going anywhere near that man.

As he entered, Cloud could make out Rufus sitting at a candlelit table.

“Thank you. You may leave now,” Rufus said to the guards as he stood.

“Are you sure sir?” one responded.

“Yes, that will be all, thank you.” Cloud saw Rufus offer up a cheerful smile as he addressed the guards; it almost made the lunatic look human.

After they left, Rufus returned to his seat and motioned for Cloud to join him. Cloud found himself standing at the doorway. He began to consider taking his chances with the guns.

“Come now, Cloud. Won’t you join me?” Cloud began to wonder who this man was and what he had done with the real Rufus. Cloud continued to stand as he was. “If you need some persuading, the guards are but a call away.” There was no missing the evil grin on the man’s face. Yes, it was the same heartless President.

For whatever reason, Cloud found himself inching over to the table, every step felt as if he was sealing his fate. After what seemed like forever, he finally made it to the seat and reluctantly sat down.

“Now that wasn’t so bad now was it?” As Cloud glared daggers at Rufus, he could see the evil lust returning to the older man’s eyes.

“Sadistic bastard,” was Cloud’s only response.

“Now that’s not very nice. Here I am inviting you into my quarters for a nice dinner just so you wouldn’t have to eat alone in that cold, dark room of yours…Wine?” Rufus asked as he held a bottle of wine above the glass on Cloud’s side of the table.

Cloud offered up no response. He instead sat staring around at the biggest bedroom he had seen in his life. Actually, it was more like a small apartment. It was divided into two sections separated by a large open arched doorway. The area they currently occupied contained the table along with a large sofa and two doors. One led into the hall and Cloud could only assume that the other led to a bathroom. All that he could make out of the other section through the opening was a large bed with deep crimson sheets.

“You know Cloud, I can’t say that I care much for your table etiquette. Perhaps I should…teach you some manners…” Cloud’s eyes stopped roaming and shot to Rufus.

The older man sat twirling the wine around in his glass. The look Cloud saw in his eyes brought back the memories of that awful night.

“You’re one to talk about manners. Invite your guest to dinner and make him eat in handcuffs. Yes, that’s a fine example of proper etiquette.” Rufus was crazy if he thought that he was giving up without a fight like he did last time.

“Well now, it seems something must be done about that sarcastic tongue of yours as well. Come now, Cloud, you haven’t even touched your food. I know you’re hungry. If I’m correct, you haven’t had a bite to eat all day. ”

Cloud would have loved to knock that man out cold. However, as much as he wouldn’t like to admit it, he was starving. This was only made worse by the fact that most of the dishes on the table were his favorites. He didn’t know if he should just continue to ignore his food or suffer the embarrassment of letting his stomach growl and bring forth some other seemingly innocent phrase from the President’s mouth.

After much deliberation, Cloud decided to eat. This was not an easy task either and he was sure that he saw Rufus smiling out of the corner of his eye as he watched Cloud fumble around with his utensils while wearing the cuffs.

“You know Cloud, your friends are exceptionally hard to track down. A couple of my troops saw them in Kalm two days ago but for some reason they were met with some unexpected resistance from the party. Of course, don’t think I’ll give up that easy. The Ancient will be mine. I always get what I want, like you for example. I wanted you and I got you and no matter how much you resist, you belong to me, my pet.”

Cloud’s anger began to climb until he made up his mind that this spoiled President was going to get the pain that was coming to him and Cloud didn’t care about consequences.

It was in one fluid motion that Cloud pushed his chair back and rose to the floor only to fall to his knees. He tried to regain his balance but only fell back down as the sound of the President’s laughter rang in his ears.

Cloud pulled himself up to his hands and knees and looked up as he saw Rufus slide his chair back and walk over to him. He leaned down next to the younger man and ran his fingers through Cloud’s hair. Cloud tried the only defensive motion he thought he could manage and hit the President’s hand away, the effort almost causing him to fall down again.

“What did you do…?” Cloud felt the last of his strength leave his body and knew that he would be hitting the ground soon.

“Oh, I just drugged your food a little. It’s nothing too serious. You’ll regain control of your body in about ten minutes.” As Rufus said this Cloud began to fall again, but the President caught him before he hit the floor. He then turned him around and picked him up in his arms before carrying him to the crimson bed.

He placed Cloud down gently and locked the chains of his handcuffs to a metal clip attached to the headboard. Cloud then began to feel a pain between his legs, a burning pain he wanted to go away.

He felt Rufus tugging at his boots until they came off and were thrown to the floor. After that, Cloud felt the pull at his belt.

“Rufus, stop…” Cloud’s voice was stern. He wasn’t going to plead and beg like last time. However, no matter the tone he still appeared to be ignored as he felt Rufus unzip his pants before slowly pulling them down.

“Well, it seemed everything turned out right after all. You see, I didn’t know if you would get excited for me like last time,” he then reached up and ran his hand along Cloud’s cheek, which the prisoner instantly tried to pull away from, “so I put another little extra something in your food. I’m happy to see that it worked.”

“You bastard.”

“My such foul language. Yes, you simply must be taught some appropriate manners.” By this time Cloud’s pants were now completely gone and he watched as Rufus slowly moved off the bed.

It was then that Cloud began to get a little feeling back. He could feel his fingertips above his head, but he was overjoyed in the fact that he could move his leg around some. Rufus then returned to the bed and Cloud saw in his hands a piece of cloth and the same knife that he had used before. The blade caused Cloud to cringe.

“Oh, don’t worry Cloud,” Rufus said as he crawled over to him, “I’m not going to hurt you with it this time.” He reached for the zipper of Cloud’s shirt and pulled it all the way down. “I’m just using this to get your pesky shirt off, like last time.” He then sliced away at the fabric and threw it to the floor. Then, true to his word, he gently sat the knife down on the bedside table.

“You see Cloud,” Rufus leaned down above Cloud’s lower body, “I can be a good master…” He then licked the underside of Cloud’s unwilling erection sending the younger man into a lustful euphoria before he added, “…or…I can be a cruel one…” As he said this, he thrust a finger into Cloud’s unprepared opening.

“Ahh…stop…” Rufus twirled his finger around in the tight hole before withdrawing it.

“Now then, you can resist me or…you can enjoy yourself…what will it be?” It didn’t matter painful or not, Rufus was still going to get his way in the end and Cloud didn’t want to make it easy on him.

Cloud then summoned all the strength in his body and kicked the President so hard it knocked him off the bed and onto the floor. Cloud saw a little scoreboard in his head on which he finally gained a point.

Rufus rose to his feet. “All right then, if that’s how you want it, I don’t mind playing mean.” He then reached for the cloth he had carried and mounted the bed once more. Upon closer examination, Cloud could now see that Rufus intended to blindfold him.

Cloud wished that he were more flexible so that he could have given the older man another swift kick to the head. However, he could only fling his head back and forth helplessly as his world of vision was enveloped in darkness.

“You know Cloud, when the body loses one of its senses, the others are increased.” Cloud could then feel as Rufus leaned in closer and began to nibble on his ear. “Smell, taste, hearing…touch…” With each word, the older man traced his tongue further and further down Cloud’s body until he reached his nipple.

Rufus began to tenderly lick it before taking it in his mouth and sucking on it gently. The action caused Cloud’s back to arch and even though it felt good, he knew that the good sensation wouldn’t last, it never did.

Before Rufus had a chance to make his next move Cloud realized that the older man had gotten careless and as he had trailed down the younger man’s body, he had moved farther down the bed until once more in kicking range.

Without as much as a second thought, Cloud attacked the President’s side with his foot. This time though it didn’t have as much of an effect because Cloud couldn’t see and the uncertainty of it had made him hold back most of his strength.

When he tried for another strike all he hit was air. He couldn’t feel the weight of Rufus on the bed anymore and didn’t like not knowing where he was.

“I tried to be nice, Cloud. I tried to give you another chance. Now you must be punished…” Cloud could hear the President’s voice trail off and he heard it going farther away.

Cloud’s next moments were some of the most uncomfortable of his life. He didn’t know when Rufus was coming back or what he was going to do when he got there. Every noise he heard caused him to shudder. One minute the noises would be to his left. The next minute they were to his right. Sounds rang out all around him as it seemed as if Rufus was searching for something.

Cloud felt so vulnerable laying there exposed and in pain from his throbbing manhood.

“Ah…” The sound of discovery resounded through the room. Cloud heard Rufus approach the bed. “Now let’s see if I can’t get that scream.”

Cloud lay puzzled temporarily before he heard a crack accompanied with a sharp pain to his bare chest. “AHH!” He screamed, but it was more from surprise than anything.

“Oh, what a beautiful sound. If I’d have known that all it took was a whip, I would have used it much sooner.” There was another crack and this time Cloud didn’t make a sound. “Come now, Cloud. Be a good boy…and you’ll get a prize.”

As Rufus said this Cloud could feel the older man’s warm mouth cover his painful tip. It felt so good. He wouldn’t even knock him away. He needed this. He needed it badly. He bucked his hips to further lose himself in the pleasure, but it disappeared. Rufus pulled away and Cloud felt ashamed when he whimpered and Rufus only laughed.

“Tsk, tsk. You can have your fun after I’ve had mine, precious. Now scream for me.” Rufus released another crack, but Cloud remained silent.

He knew he needed relief from his painful erection. It was agonizing. But was it really worth playing along with the heartless brat? No, and yet…this pain…it had to stop. If abandoning the last amount of pride he had left was what it took then…No, he couldn’t…

In a battle between his clouded mind and the near torturous ache between his legs, his mind lost. “Ah!” Cloud screamed out just as Rufus administered a lash to the younger man’s leg. Though Cloud couldn’t see, a smirk had formed on the older man’s face. He had won. He had broken his ‘SOLDIER’.

As Rufus continued, the pain of the whip began to cause real screams from the younger man. Cloud lay regretting his decision and beginning to think that Rufus had deceived him.

Just then, as Cloud prepared himself for another hit, it stopped. He waited and nothing came. He heard something hit the floor and hoped it was the whip.

Rufus climbed back onto the bed and crawled over to the younger man. Cloud then realized that at some point Rufus had shed his clothes because the contact that he felt now was skin on skin.

“Oh, you poor thing. You look like you’re in such pain. Do you want me to help?” Rufus leaned down on his left elbow and ran his hand through Cloud’s hair as his lips closed in on the younger man’s. They met for a simple kiss before the President’s tongue began to trail over Cloud’s mouth. Hoping for Rufus to be true to his word Cloud decided to agree to Rufus’s demands until he got his release.

“…Y-yes…” As heopened his mouth, Rufus thrust his tongue inside and was met with Cloud’s evasive and reluctant one. Rufus pulled away.

“Yes, what?”

“…Make it…make it s-stop…”

Rufus lowered himself to the younger man’s throbbing length. “Beg…Beg for it.”

Cloud’s rage escalated. Was anything ever enough for him? Just as Cloud began to administer another kick to the older man, Rufus began to stroke Cloud’s erection before suddenly stopping. “Beg…And call me Master.” That sadistic bastard.

“…please…”

“Please what?”

“…p-please…” He couldn’t say it. It was too demeaning. Then again, how much self-respect could he have left? “…please…Master…”

“Again…louder.”

“Please…Master…”

Rufus, finally contented with his pet, took Cloud’s manhood into his mouth.

“Uhn…” The warmth, the wondrous warmth that enclosed him. It was amazing.

Rufus ran his tongue over the tip. He moved further down onto it and applied pressure to certain parts causing Cloud to gasp out in moans of pleasure. He moved his hand up and began to caress Cloud’s balls.

“Uhn…Oh…” Cloud was in paradise. This bliss which he had degraded himself for was worth it and then, after a few more moments…it was over. He came in Rufus’s mouth and the older man swallowed eagerly.

“My, my…That was quick. I just barely started. Let me get this annoying blindfold. I can’t see those beautiful blue eyes.” Rufus moved back up and removed the wrap, which didn’t have much effect because Cloud had closed his eyes from exhaustion. He then plunged his tongue into the younger man’s mouth as he lay there completely fatigued. Cloud made no movements and simply allowed the man’s tongue to stroke against his own.

“Are you content my pet?” Rufus asked as he pulled away. Cloud didn’t answer but nodded his head. “Good, because now…it’s my turn.”

Cloud shuddered. What was he going to do? Hopefully not the same as last time. He was still in pain. It still hurt.

Cloud began to pull at his restraints in vain. He couldn’t let that happen again.

“Calm yourself, Cloud.” Rufus spoke as he ran his hand along the younger mans chin. The President’s kind tone actually calmed the younger man and he stopped struggling. “I promise it won’t hurt.” Rufus moved away and scooted off the bed. With the older man gone, Cloud returned to his senses and once more began to pointlessly tug on the chains.

Rufus came back to the bed with some sort of tube in his hand and Cloud let him know that he was not going down without a fight. He raised his legs ready to kick the older man if he so much as made any motion of mounting the bed.

“Honestly now…don’t make me detain your legs as well.” Rufus tried to move in and barely avoided a kick to the stomach. “If you would just-” Cloud hit him in the side. “I’m warning you. Now I’m trying to be nice but if you don’t-” Cloud knocked the older man in the leg causing him to lose balance and fall.

Rufus rose and met Cloud’s smirk with an I warned you look. The younger man then watched as Rufus walked off to a door to the left of the bed. He opened it and light filled the room stinging Cloud’s eyes that had now adjusted to the darkness.

The brightness soon disappeared and Cloud looked up to see Rufus walking back over with ropes in his hand. He returned to the side of the bed and Cloud was already prepared with an assault of kicks. Rufus dodged them with ease as the younger man began to wear down, having just recently exhausted himself from his orgasm.

Cloud aimed for the man’s side, but he only evaded it and managed to catch the his leg under his arm. He tried to pull free, but Rufus held on strong. Cloud tried a kick to the other side only to get it too caught by the President.

He struggled against the powerful hold to no avail and could feel as Rufus took both his legs under one arm and began to tie a rope around one. Cloud kicked and pulled against the grip, but by the time he finally felt his legs being released, his ankles were bound.

He struggled helplessly but Rufus merely pulled on the restraints before tying them to posts at the end of the bed. Rufus climbed up and to Cloud’s side before attempting to place a kiss on the younger man’s lips. Cloud pulled away, which at the current time was the only move he could make.

“Come on my pet…” Rufus began to run his hand up and down Cloud’s shaft. “Don’t be a sore loser.”

Cloud fought against his bonds for freedom fearing another erection from the older man’s touch; seeing as how he was still very much under the influence of the drug. However, though he did resist the urge for some time, he still gave way to the glorious fingers as massaged their way up and down.

The younger man lay writhing on the bed as Rufus worked his fingers over the tip and Cloud found himself biting the back of his lip as the older man ran a nail along the underside. He hated how the President always managed to calm him down by bringing up his needs but…it felt so good.

Cloud felt like he could cum any minute. And just as he could feel himself about to erupt, the hand released him. Cloud’s eyes shot to the President.

“W-why…” He cursed himself for the helpless little whimper his voice had been reduced to.

“I told you…” Rufus drew his hand up to his mouth and licked at the precum on his fingertips. “It’s my turn.”

He then picked up the tube he had earlier from the edge of the bed and removed the cap. “This will hurt more if you fight me. Let’s try to not have a repeat of last time, okay?”

“I don’t want it to hurt at all.” Cloud said as he once more tugged at his bonds.

He could feel as Rufus pulled his legs apart, with much force, and brought a slick finger to his entrance. He stayed there for a moment before forcing the digit inside and Cloud gritted his teeth at the intrusion. Rufus then moved it around to stretch the hole before inserting a second. He made a scissoring motion that caused Cloud to hiss out.

He worked the two in and out for the next several minutes before pushing in and feeling himself hit Cloud’s prostate.

Cloud’s vision went white as he cried out in ecstasy. Rufus smirked. He was so easy to win over. He continued to thrust his fingers in and out, hitting the same spot every time and was rewarded by Cloud’s lustful moans. He then began to stroke the younger man’s hardened length with the other hand.

It didn’t take much of that before Cloud came forcefully all over his stomach and the President’s hand. Rufus licked at his fingers before leaning down to kiss the panting boy.

“Will you cooperate now?” Rufus ran his fingers through the younger man’s hair as he lay in silence. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The President moved back up and opened the tube once more before coating his member in the lubricant. Before pulling Cloud’s legs apart with little hesitation from the fatigued figure.

As Cloud felt Rufus once more ready himself at his entrance he bit down on the sheet to spare his lip the abuse. When the older man began to press through the tight ring, Cloud tore at the sheet harshly as the President forced Cloud to remember past pains.

“Oh…you feel so good, my pet. So warm. So tight. I wish you would have been as submissive last time because we both would have had more fun.” As Rufus spoke, he adjusted to the wonderful feeling of completely submerging himself within the younger man.

Rufus looked down at the discomforted face below him before catching Cloud in a surprising kiss. He quickly moved his tongue within only for Cloud to accidentally bite at it as Rufus thrust in hard.

“Oh, not one for pain, precious?” Rufus said as he ran his fingers alongside the younger man’s face.

“Just do what you want with me and go away,” was the response Cloud uttered through gritted teeth as he pulled away from the touch. He felt completely helpless and knew there was nothing he could do, so he did the easy thing and just gave in.

“You’re not being very fun, Cloud,” Rufus said as he stuck out his bottom lip to try to look sad and hurt. “I know. You just want to enjoy yourself a little better.” He then grabbed hold of Cloud’s member once more and began to persuade it again to arousal. “I know you like this.”

Cloud tried to muster up the best death glare he could as he enjoyed the sensations from the older man’s tender strokes. As Rufus continued to distract Cloud with his own desires, the younger man didn’t even notice as the President began to resume his thrusts. The only thing that brought him back to realization was when Rufus once more found and began to assault Cloud’s sweet spot.

“Uhn…there…right there…faster…” Cloud wanted to bite his tongue to stop the atrocious phrases coming from his mouth, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“As you say, my pet.”

Rufus then released Cloud’s length in order to grab onto his hips and thrust in harder and faster. As Cloud’s moans and Rufus’s pants filled the room, it became obvious that neither older man would last for long.

Almost simultaneously, both released with a lustful moan before Rufus collapsed on the bed.

They both lay for several minutes gasping for air before Rufus moved up and rested his head on Cloud’s chest while stroking the younger man’s hair. Cloud was too exhausted to care or really even notice.

“Tell me Cloud,” Rufus said in a deep soothing voice, “do you want to go back upstairs to be alone in your gloomy room or would you rather stay here with me?”

Cloud then turned his head and kissed the President’s fingertips.

“Good, I was hoping you would stay.”

As Rufus resumed stroking the younger man’s hair, Cloud fell into a sleep with only one thought on his mind. ‘It’s gotta be a lot easier to break out of here.’



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