Trial of Fate (~Silver_Pedal~)(Closed, 18+, Trigger Warning)

[NicholiDeSchidor]

WARNING: I just want to make sure the readers understand that this is a heavy bdsm roleplay. Trigger's could occur for those not able to handle anything more than softcore bdsm. This roleplay is meant to take it to the limits. Again, You have been warned!

 

Name: Dameon

Age: 19 years old

Race: Human (for now)

Appearance:

 

 

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Unfair... Just because he was having a hard time at work, it didn't meant that his family could treat him like this?! Getting kicked out only two weeks after getting a job to try and get his own apartment. It left him with no other choice... he would have to ask one of his friends to let him stay a couple of nights, until he could figure things out.

 

His black hair whipped around his head in the harsh wind. It was already wintertime, and the snow was just now starting to fall. How could someone be so cruel as to leave him out in the cold... this close to christmas?! Shaking his head, Dameon began to walk to his friends place. The only thing he had was the clothes on his back. It was just his luck. Everytime he tried to get ahead, it was as if something else decided to drag him deeper into his depression.

 

Sky blue eyes, roamed around him for a moment. Stopping in his track's as if he thought he had seen something run across the street in front of him. Pulling his jacket closer around himself to keep the cold off of himself, it did little good. However, whatever it was that had ran off didn't seem to be there anymore. Shrugging off the unwanted feeling of being watched. He continued on down the street, his hands shoved into his pockets to keep them from getting frostbitten.

 

Once he made it to his friends doorsteps. He hesitated, midway to knocking on the door. Having noticed it was rather late at night, and that none of the lights where on... that he could tell. But as soon as he laid his hand against the door, that is when things changed for him. Fear stuck at his heart the moment his vision suddenly went black. As if he had been blindfolded with some sort of cloth. Instantly Dameon tried to spin around, reaching out to grab whomever had snuck up on him. But instead of getting to turn, he felt a tight arm wrapping around his waist and pinning his arms down to his sides. Keeping him from moving to much from his spot.

 

The next thing he felt was a cold almost leathery feeling thing being placed around his neck, and the sound of metel clinking in what sounded like a chain of some sorts. However, it was when the voice that he found right next to his ear. It had him stilling and his eyes widening.

 

"Don't fight my power just yet, Pet. You will have enough time to struggle later."

 

That was all he remembered before Dameon's body fell into the arms of a stranger. A compulsion of a deep sleep, human's clearly were the weaker race against them. But then again, even vampires had their own weaknesses. They just didn't let others know so easily.

 

A soft groan left Dameon's lip's the moment his body began to stir. Still unable to see, either it was a blindfold over his eyes or the room was dark on purpose. A twitch of his arm led him to realize that his wrists were bound tightly behind his back. The only thing giving him even the slightest of comfort was the soft squishy mattress under himself, or at least that's what it felt like anyways.

 

"What the hell is going on here?!" He called out, trying his best to sit up and listen to the room around him. Only the sounds of a chain that connected the collar around his neck to the headboard of the bed echoed in the room.

[~Silver_Pedal~]

Name: Elijah

Vampiric Age: 370

Human Age: 28

Race: Vampire

Appearance:

 

 

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Long black leather clad legs were crossed over one another, as a thin but yet muscular body was leaning against the large white fluffy sectional couch. The fire roared to life, burning brightly behind a cast-iron gate, the room was filled with many lovely faces. Some belonged to vampires, while others were their slaves- the man sitting in the corner away from a couple lip locking next to him was making him feel rather sick. Public displaces of affection were not his forte. Rolling his large golden orange eyes, he placed his hands on his knees- standing up and moving around sprawled out limbs.

 

Before he could move any farther from the couch- he felt slender arms warp around his waist, a face buried itself in the back of his long white trends coat. "Master Elijah~ Where are you going?~" A voice purred softly as a thin body grind against his backside. An irritated look spread over his pale face, he raised his hand up and rubbed his eyes with his right middle finger and thumb. "I'm getting away from you... Now... Get. Off." He growled lowly in his throat. The slave gasped as he felt himself being pulled back off of Elijah's back. The vampire silently thanked whoever it was that had done so.

 

Moving away finally from the 'fun' room as many would like to call it that. He released a heavy breath of air, the heavy smells from the previous room left his lungs. The sound of rushing footsteps was heard barreling down the long hallway, "Elijah! Hey, do you have a minute?" A charming voice said causing the red head to loll his head in the direction of the sound. His eyes meeting lime green sparkling eyes, ugh... It was Ivan...

 

"What do you want, Ivan?" The red head responded sourly, he hated the blonde haired male. It was like he was a thorn in his side.

 

Ivan laughed loudly; smacking Elijah on the back- causing the man to jerk forwards with the very motion. "Well, I heard we got ourselves a new one! Marco picked him up off the streets! I also heard he was quite the looker!" He grinned widely, showing off his straight teeth.

 

Elijah blinked his eyes for a moment, furrowing his nicely sculpted red eyebrows- "Really? You don't say?" His tone was sarcastic and dry humored.

 

The blonde's smile dropped down in a millisecond, "What's up with the snarky attitude?"

 

"... It's guys like you that bring out the worse in me... Now, if you don't mind... I'm heading to my room..."

 

Before the Ivan could say anything else, the red head was already down the hallway and turning a corner- vanishing from sight.

 

"Tsk... Typical Elijah... Always running away..." The blonde snorted as he turned on his heels and walked in the opposite direction.

 

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Walking up stairs down a long hallway like maze, the red headed vampire was lost in his thoughts- until he heard somebody yelling. It was a normal occurrence- hearing yells and shouts of all kinds... However, this one seemed more... Desperate... Confused... Lost... His feet stopped in front of the very door he heard the yell come from... His room...

 

Curiosity took the better hold of him, Elijah placed his pale ear against the cool wooden door- his long earrings jingled with his head motion. He became very still as he listened to the movement on the other side, the sounds of chains were rustling around. The hell? Was this the new one that came in today?

 

Narrowing his dazzling light eyes he pulled his head back and reached for the cool golden handle, he twisted the round object in his hand and opened the door. The hinges wined loudly as if it was crying in protest of being opened up. He peeked his head inside, looking back and forth- before his eyes landed on the body that was chained up on his bed.

 

Closing the door behind him, locking it up- well... if they were going to hand him a juicy snack- he might as well indulge himself...

[NicholiDeSchidor]

It had been the sounds of the door being opened to the room that had his head jerking towards the noise. Still unable to see, so it had been a blindfold over his eyes to begin with. He almost doubted that the rest of the house would be this dark. The chain dangling from his neck clinked together in spots, but Dameon found himself trying to pull away from the chain that held him to the bed.

 

Taking some deep breaths and working his arms, twisting his wrists in different ways slowly. Hoping that the trick he had learned from his younger years, and self defense classes, would help him out of these damn bindings. "What the hell do you people want from me?" He murmured the moment he heard the lock to the door being turned.

 

He couldn't remember anything of his actions that would require such a treatment as this. Even if he couldn't hear any movements other than the ones he created in the room. He still felt unwanted eyes on himself. Was this person just toying with him? Just waiting for that perfect moment for the kill. Dameon snorted at that thought, not like anyone would care if he did end up getting himself killed. Not after the huge fight he had with his parents that night.

 

Working his wrists in his bindings, he managed to dislocate one of his thumbs in order to slip one raw wrist free. It hadn't been enjoyable having a dislocated joint. But it had been useful in getting out of his bindings. Reaching up with his good hand and grabbing the blindfold from his head. Tugging it off and tossing it aside. It was the moment that the dim light hit his eyes, that he darted his gaze around the room. Not particularly stopping on anything, that was until he spotted the shadowy figure.

 

Narrowing his eyes. "Why am I here? And what do you want?!" He murmured. Keeping his gaze on the figure just a distance away from himself. The light in the room dim enough to see the shadows, but not bright enough to make out major details. Either way, it was ticking Dameon off royally. The more the man stood there, staring at him. Refusing to answer his questions. It caused anger to bubble under Dameon's surface. "Stop with this childish game and tell me what the fuck you want with me?!" He demanded.

 

Not even waiting for a reply from the man, he almost guessed this idiot was only there to guard him or some stupid reason. All he knew was that he didn't want to be here. Taking a moment to reposition his thumb back into place from when he dislocated it earlier, he bit at his lip harsh just to keep the whimper from leaving his lips. But once he was able to get over the soreness, he pushed himself off the bed.

 

That was until he felt the thing around his neck tighten, and something restricting him from moving off the bed. His gaze darted behind him to see the chain that was locked to the headboard. Great... just great. He grabbed a hold of the chain and gave it a decently hard tug, only to realize that his strength wasn't going to make it budge at the least.

[~Silver_Pedal~]

"Fufufu, my goodness you are a pistol!" Laughter escaped from the man leaning against the door, his arms crossed over his chest- light colored eyes watching the scene unfold before him. He was getting a kick out of watching the male struggle against his bindings.

 

Smirking widely as he enjoyed hearing the many different sounds- joints being dislocated, the jingling of chains, and the cursing coming from the man. "Ah, the sweet sounds of young men struggling are always the best!" Elijah laughed even more, only this time it sounded much more sinister. His canines grew slightly in length- running his pierced tongue over his teeth, the small golden ball clicked against the bone.

 

Pushing off from the door he moved gracefully to the bed, taking his white trends coat off and draping it over the metal bed post. One knee was placed on the comfortable silky red comforter- a pale hand reached forwards towards the chain, running long pale fingers along the cool links.

 

Fingers stopped at the collar around the thin neck, he could feel the blood flowing through veins. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, he wrapped his hand around the neck and pushed the male down on his back with a force that was not human.

 

Holding him firmly in place- bending down over him he smirked at him; "Such a naughty boy... Tell me- bitch, what is your name?" He sneered down at him, his free hand collected the loose hands of the human. Yanking them up and pinning them above his head in a steel tight grip.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon had been to preoccupied when Elijah made his way over to him. The moment that his gaze caught the sight of fingers reaching for the chain. He darted his gaze to Elijah, narrowing his eyes in the process. However, he was unable to jerk himself away the moment that he felt the hand around his neck. The sudden movement of his own body being forced to lay back down against the bed, only caused his eyes to widen at such speed the other contained.

 

Clearly, this man was not human. No one that he knew was able to move that quickly. It had knocked the breath out of him, if only for a short moment. But it was the moment that his ears picked up the other's voice. Not having the time to comprehend anything this man was doing, he found his arms forced above his head and digging them into the mattress under him.

 

Dameon turned his face away from the man, only to glare at him from the side. Almost refusing to answer the man's questions. Then again, he wasn't always one to give away such information so easily. Maybe the blame for his actions could of been how he had been treated in the past. Always being bullied at school, and being the butt of a joke. He learned to deal with it all. But this, this he could not forgive.

 

Jerking at his arms before turning his face to meet Elijah's. Instead of answering him, he spit in the vampires face. "Basterd." He murmured afterwards. He brought his knee upwards in a swift motion, bringing his foot against the man's gut and pushing outward. In hopes to get the man to let go of him. There was an angry glow about his eyes, as if one looked hard enough. They could see the flames licking at the surface, threatening to be let out and burn the world to the ground.

 

He had to fight. It was the only way for him to feel free. Even out in the world itself, it was a life or death situation. If you didn't fight to live, then you died without trying. Where was the honor in all that? Dameon narrowed his eyes and tugged at his arms again.

[~Silver_Pedal~]

Feeling the swift kick in his gut caused him to growl lowly in his throat, as well as the warm spit that slid down his cheek- removing his hands from the young male, he wiped his cheek with the back of his left hand. His right; however was used to backhand the young man across the face- his sharp nails cutting into the soft thin flesh of skin.

 

The intoxicating scent of blood filled his nostrils as it started to surface from the cuts forming, "You are going to regret that, bitch!" He snarled, baring his fangs at him before he moved over to the side of the bed- opening up a drawer next to the bed. Pulling out a ball gag, another sturdier leather laced handcuffs, and finally some leg restraints.

 

Before the young male could even move, Elijah had already snatched his hands right back up and restrained them with the leather handcuffs, attaching them to the headboard above his head. Next came the leather ball gag- "Can't have you bitting or spitting at me..." He grumbled firmly securing the gag around his head, tightening the leather strap so much that could cause a headache to come about.

 

Finally, the troublesome legs... That kick did kind of hurt, but it pissed him off more than hurt him. Moving towards his legs, which he felt were wailing around, he straddled his knees- cutting off his ties to even move them. Leaning back he grabbed the straps and clasped the silver cuff around the left ankle first- tucking his leg up towards the headboard to join his hands with the long chain.

 

The red headed vampire than interlinked the chain through the medal poles, moving back towards the other leg. Cuffing it, watching in amusement the position the young male was in now. Legs spread opened, pulled towards his head, cheek bleeding still from the cut.

 

Elijah had to admit, it was a delicious sight to behold- moving with cat like reflexes, he rubbed his hardening cock against the tight clothed ass. Pierced tongue coming out to lick up the blood oozing down the side of the males face, "Mm... Your blood is rather tasty..." Rubbing himself even more harshly against the male, leather rubbing up against leather was always a great feeling.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

Dameon had been only satisfied that the he had managed to get the man to let go of him. But it was a short lived success before he felt the sharp sting across his face from being backhanded. Instead of the stinging feeling going away like normal slaps to the face. He felt pain continuing on, along with the sensation of something wet trickling down his cheek.

 

Eyes widened the moment he lifted his gaze to meet with what most humans would call 'hell' itself. The fangs were the first thing he noticed when the man began to show his displeasure on what Dameon had done to him. Dameon's hands clinched at the bed under him and began to back away from Elijah.

 

Not having the time to comprehend what the other was planning when he suddently found his hands being restrained again. This time, instead of rope. His hands were bound in leather cuffs. Each time he struggled to get his hand free from their new bindings, he found his wrists chafing and becoming raw. The moment he had opened his mouth to damn this horrid creature to hell, he found his mouth being invaded with a gag. Forcing himself to bite against the ball with an angry glare at the man.

 

He tried to move away, kicking and trying to back himself away from the man until his legs were caught and held down. The other's strength instantly was telling Dameon that there was clearly no way that the boy was going to be able to push the man off of him. Soon he found his legs being strapped, and lifted so that they were now linked to the headboard of the bed.

 

The position wasn't comfortable in the least bit, and it caused Dameon to struggle against his bindings even more than before. Trying to tug his arms free of the leather cuff's, and biting harder at the gag in his mouth. His eyes narrowed and darted to the man the moment the other moved closer to him. Feeling the other's tongue suddenly being pressed against his cheek. Only to hear the other's words.

 

So he had been bleeding, that wasn't a shocker to him. But it was the moment he felt something forgien to him being pressed against himself. Fighting at the sentation the man was causing against his body with muffled words behind the gag in his mouth. Incoherent noises left him, no matter how much he tried to protest against the man. He hadn't wanted this, and this man seemed to ignore his protesting.

 

Glaring and tugging at his bindings some more, trying his best to try and tare his arms free. Not that he could properly get his legs free in such a position. No matter his own struggles, his body was what was surprising. It had begun to respond to Elijah's, against Dameon's wishes. Maybe it had been some hidden desire that the human wasn't aware of yet. But one thing was for sure, he sure as hell wasn't going to give himself over so easily to the man... if he could help it anyways.

[~Silver_Pedal~]

Grabbing a hold of the male's neck he turned it ruffly to the side as his tongue trailed sinfully down the side of his face, giving the fragile air way a squeeze before letting go. Running that same hand down the front of the young man's body, racking his nails down causing small welts and blood droplets to surfaces. That sinful hand moved even lower, just stopping above the young males navel.

 

Elijah was contemplating his next move, should he just fuck the young man into the bed? Or toy with him first then screw him into pure unadulterated bliss? Hmm, choices... The toying with him was winning; maybe he could break him slowly? A groan escaped his throat as he grind his hard on more forcefully against the ass that was in his opinion begging to be wreaked. At least that was what he was thinking...

 

The red haired vampire ran his tongue back up the bleeding cheek, his free hand reached down towards his own pants- they were becoming so unbearably tight. Unbuttoning and zipping was heard in the room. Pushing himself up from the body, he moved more closely up to the males eye level, his lower half...

 

Placing one hand on the wall above the headboard; while his other hand took out his rather large and thick nine inch cut cock. The tip of it was shining in the dim light of the room, a silver ring like piercing was dangling for the right side of the slit. Pre-cum had also collected at the tip, dripping down the sides.

 

A large thick vein pulsed. Running a slender finger over the tip, smearing the pre around before removing his finger slicked up with the clear liquid. He rubbing it against the young males bottom lip that was being stretched by the ball gag. "You are going to look so pretty covered in my cum, my little kitten!" He chuckled darkly, grabbing a hold of the base and rubbed the tip against the young males bleeding cheek.

 

Smearing blood and pre on his face, the every look was arousing enough. Licking his bottom lip in a seductive, yet predator like fashion could scare anyone. He kept rubbing himself against his cheek for a few more moments before moving down more towards his chest, jerking himself off all the while pressing the tip against a slowly hardening nipple. It was like he was rubbing his scent all over him to warn others off, just like some kind of animal.

 

"Tonight my pet, is all about pleasing me... Do you understand? And if you are a good boy I'll give you a tasty reward~~" He purred lightly, moving his hand a little bit faster, his sharp movements causing he jingling of chains.

[NicholiDeSchidor]

In his struggles, he had not been aware of the man's sudden movements. That was until he felt he hand against his neck. Wide eye's darted to Elijah the moment that his throat was being squeezed, cutting off his airway for a short moment before he was let go. Shaky breaths rushed into his lungs, getting the air that he desprately needed within that moment. It had been fear that had struck him the hardest, afraid that this man could of killed him by sufficating him.

 

But even with that thought in his mind, the more that Elijah continued to rub and grind against him, the more that Dameon's body responded against the sensations. By now, Dameon's fingers had dug themselves into the leather of his cuffs. In a sad attempt to cut his blunt nails into them. No matter how hard he was trying to find some way to get away from this basterd. The more that he found his struggles becoming pointless. His wrists were sore, and the blood under his skin was starting to rise to the suface in the sores.

 

Dameon's gaze darted upwards to the man, the moment the other had moved to hover over him. Having been distracted in his own attempts, he had not even payed attention to the sound of a zipper being undone. But it had been the moment that a slick substance being rubbed over his bottom lip that had him jerking away from the man's fingers. Forcing his head to the side all the while, glaring off to the side. The title being given to him had a snort leaving him and rolling his eyes in the process.

 

He tried not to pay attention to what this man was doing to his body. Tried to focus on something other than where he was at that moment. He had to find some sort of santuary. Some sort of place in his mind that he could hide himself away... away from this man. At least until he could find some way to escape. It had been the words that his ears picked up on that had Dameon trying to pull away once more. He would be damned if he would give this man any sort of pleasure... if he could help it.

 

Shutting his eyes tightly. Once more, trying to focus on something other than this place. Darkness... he needed the dark world. But the more he seen from this place, the more he wanted to escape into a safer place. His safe sanctuary. The very place he use to reach for in his own mind when the real world became to much for him to bare. He had managed to stumble upon the old magic in one of the books from the library when he had been younger. It had given him a gift, a place he could hide away. How could he get back to that place? It had been so long since he had last used such solace.

 

His fingers slowly relaxed into his bindings. Focused on that one place that he desprately needed at that very moment. Something clicked in his mind, the words he once used so long ago. "Sleeper of Darkness..." The muffled words could be heard from behind the gag in his mouth as his eyes slid halfway open. But even then, the normal bright light of his eyes had dulled. One thing that gave away of what the boy had managed to do... was a small black marking of a rune etched its way onto his chest.

 

Darkness... his darkness. The darkness he had been born with in this human life. His darkness was different than most. It was entwined with his very being. Not blending in with himself like most people's. Instead, he found way's to cope with his, and still be able to live his life without having been taken over. It was here that he was safe, with one cost to himself. He had to give his body over to his own darkness for the time being. It would only be a matter of time before his own dark being would submerge to his consciousness.