Storms Of Love(Finshed)

Slave Boys Part 2

Ed stayed hidden under the blankets. He knew it was stupid and that Roy could see him, but at least he could hide until Roy forced him out. The blankets were yanked away and he shuddered, curling up in a ball trying to hide his nakedness the best he could. “Aw, glad to see you’re awake,” Roy smirked as he crawled over top of the balled up boy.

“Yeah, just leave me alone,” Ed said staring off at the wall.

“But Ed, I’ve already left you alone for about five hours now. Aren’t you wanting some human companionship now?” he asked into his ear, stroking down the boys soft golden braid, kissing his temple.

“No! Not your companionship. I want Al and only Al.” He was so pissed, he had been brooding since Roy left him.

“Hmm, too bad you’re being such a naughty boy. I’m going to have to spank you for speaking to me like that and speaking of Al who, from now on if you mention his name, you’ll be punished.” Roy stood up and took the chains from the bed. Ed held on to the bedpost with his left hand making Roy stop suddenly as he pulled back. Roy looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. ”Ed, you’re going to make this even worse for yourself by refusing me.”

“I don’t give a damn! I am not just going to be pulled into a punishment without a fight,” he said, gripping the bed even harder as Roy tried to yank him off, but that didn’t seem to work.

“Then so be it,” Roy growled and marched over, scooping Ed up and carrying him under his arm toward what looked to be a black surgery table only there was a hump in the middle and two shackles for the ankles and two for the wrists. Roy snapped Ed’s ankles and his left arm into the black shackles. As Ed laid down face first, his ass was held up enough to get a glimpse of his bum cheeks that were spread open, slightly showing off his tight asshole. His penis and balls lay smashed against the mat under him. Ed had to lay his face on the matt since he only had one arm. He felt very awkward, exposed and very embarrassed.

“You sick fucker,” Ed growled trying to kick his metal foot up and break the shackle, he was almost successful.

Roy also had ready many needles with a drug in it that would cause Edward to be weak. These were set in contamination free glass cases along the wall. Roy knew Ed could break the shackles, that is why he brought the blue glowing liquid in a shot. “Tisk, tisk little boy. You need to calm down. These shackles aren’t cheap you know.” Roy stroked Ed’s tight smooth ass cheeks before sticking the needle into it, jabbing it extra hard so Ed would most definitely feel it.

“Ah!” Ed cried out, lifting his head up when he was jabbed in his rump. “What the bloody hell?!” He yelled, trying to turn his face so he could see.

“Just a little medicine for my sexy little boy,” Roy grinned at the golden eyed boy who was looking back at him with so much hate, though those golden eyes were already starting to lose the fire. The ‘medicine’ threw a big bucket of cold water on Ed’s fiery spirit, once again making it only a mere dull, harmless flame.

“I don’t want anything from you, I just want to go home,” he muttered, laying his head back on the black mat.

“Well you better just get use to the idea that you’re not going home for six months or forever depending on what happens with your brother.” Ed could still feel Roy stroking his butt. “Anyway, now it’s time for your punishment for speaking of your gods damn brother!” Ed felt Roy’s heat leave him; he was too weak to lift his head now to see where he was going. He soon learned though as he heard a harsh cracking sound behind him.

Ed got the strength that time to lift his head to see what the sound was. Roy held a black flogger in his hands with six strands of thick black leather with black knots tide on the ends. “Oh please, Mustang, I’m sorry. Don’t, please don’t,” Ed never thought Roy would go this far and all Ed could do was plead.

“It’s too late now. You refused to obey me and this is your punishment,” Roy ignored anymore cries for him to stop as he brought the flogger down onto those sweet perfect cheeks with a harsh cracking. Each knot dug into Ed’s tender flesh and ripped out a bit of it. Blood trickled down his legs. Ed clinched his teeth but by the third blow he was crying out; he took one more hit. “Now, who are you not suppose to speak of again?” Roy demanded, putting his hands on his hips, the flogger dangling limp at his side for the moment with blood dripping to the floor beside him.

Ed lifted his shaky head up, sweat and tears were running down his face. He turned to look over his shoulder at Roy. “I don’t know what you mean Roy. Do you mean I’m not supposed to say I love Alphonse? Fuck you! I’ll say it forever,” he looked at Roy with defiance in his eyes.

“Oh is that so? Well too bad then.” Roy took the flogger back again and beat Edward until his ass was black and blue and there was a pool of blood under his body. Roy became sweaty and decided to take a break. “I will leave you to pout in your own bloody misery for a while.” He globbed up some of Ed’s blood and smeared it over the boy’s face making Ed shudder. “Love your brother more and when I come back you’re going to get even more punishment,” he said yanking Ed’s face up by the braid and kissing his bloody face. He let him go so he could change out of his Colonel’s uniform and into something more cozy for the long night of torment to come.

Ed laid there feeling like he could die, but of course he wouldn’t and he couldn’t. He would hold on, he would see his baby brother again, the only one he now knows he loves. “Oh Al baby. I hope your ok…” he muttered to himself, feeling so uncomfortable still being left in this position. He began to weep. How the hell did he get here he thought. The drugs were clouding his mind making it hard to try and think of escape. The drug did not make him forget Al and never would. Ed had a firm hold on him in his heart.

Al had been chained on a twelve foot pole in a large room with high arch ceilings and very lovely artistic drawings of Lords and Ladies in golden frames on the walls that were a mourn marble swirled with black. His pole was black and thick with a white diamond chain running up to Al’s blue diamond collar. There was a large dark blue pillow for him to sit on if he wished and a bathroom pan set on the far opposite side. Al had just woken from the long ride to the palace. After being ravished for about four hours he had passed out.

He woke with a headache, sitting up on the dark blue pillow he saw he was on chains. There was a big arching window in this room within ten feet of him. A big dark wooden desk straight in front of him about twenty feet, with papers stacked up and pins set nice and neat. There was a big purple and blue Oriental rug laid across the dark hard wood floor, a blue sofa faced a grand fireplace with a coffee table in front of it. Al also noted the many tall shelves of history and record books of the city the Lord must have kept. The curtains to the window were drawn shut so the orange lamp light coming from the Oriental lamps behind the desk lit the room.

Al’s attention was drawn to the big arching doors when the knobs started to turn. His long golden hair brushed lightly over his back. Being nude he automatically looked around for some kind of cover up, but found there was nothing. He curled up on the pillow to try and hide his nakedness. “Hello Alphonse. I see you’re finally awake. I’m glad because I am ready to play with you again.” The tall dark haired man chuckled. He was now only wearing a blue silk shirt and black shorts. He walked over to Al, who had covered his private part, smirking. “Hmm, what does this little boy have to hide from me?” the twisted man said, pulling his hand away from what the boy was trying to hide. Andrews leaned in, kissing him on his neck. Al tried not to moan as it felt very good. “Oh, getting hard at my mere touch?” The dark haired lord laughed and pushed Al down into the pillow, he cradles his head in his arm. “Is my golden kitty hungry?” he asked, lightly kissing him. “I know you haven’t eaten since I bought you. I bet you’re hungry.”

Al hadn’t thought about it before, but his stomach did seem to be doing many turns and flip flops from how empty it was. Al nodded some. He might as well eat to keep up his strength he thought.

“Well I’ll let my baby have some food, if you suck my cock first. Think that’s a fair trade?” Andrews asked as he played with Al’s golden hair. Al thought about it for a moment. Damn, this sucks, he thought, sucking for his supper. What else could he do? At least the man was really sexy, that was bonus he thought.

“Alright… I’ll do it,” he nodded. Andrews laid back on the pillow as Al nestled between his legs. He did love penis, though he wouldn’t admit it to this fucker.

“Good boy,” Andrews smiled, leaning back on his elbows as Al eyed his cock up and down. He began to lick it and flick his tongue out over the head. He took the man’s cock into his mouth eagerly, maybe too eager. He missed sucking Ed and so he was imagining this as his brother’s nice, thick cock. “Oh, good boy. Such a good mouth!” Andrews stroked Al’s soft golden hair, bucking his hips up. “Yeah! Try and take me all into your mouth!” he ordered and held onto Al’s head as he bucked hard into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat over and over gagging him until he cried. His mouth felt like it was being stretched out.

Andrews finally pulled Al’s face up and he cums all over his face and lips. “Hmmm, such a good fucking little boy,” the older man praised. “Clean yourself up and I’ll get your food for you.” Andrews smiled and stood up, handing Al a warm cloth.

“Thank you,” Al muttered and wiped the warm cum from his face, feeling horrible for doing it. Andrews left the room to tell a servant to make food. Al’s ass still hurt even though five hours had passed. He got up from the pillow feeling sore. His chains dragged along the wooden floor making a jingling sound; he was making his way to the large mirror on the other side of his pole. He turned around to look at his ass. His crack was red and his cheeks had two red hand prints on them. He shook his head. He had to get out of there. He could use Alchemy! Why didn’t he think of that before? He clapped his hands together to make a key to unlock his chains; all he got was a shock that knocked him back on his ass.

Andrews came back in to see Al lying on his back propped up on his elbows with his legs spread in front of the mirror. “Hmm. Were you looking at my handy work?” He laughed and walked over to help Al to his feet. “Sexy isn’t it?” He kissed him on the forehead. “Though I’m sure you’re tender, why were you on the floor?” he asked as he kissed his neck.

“I slipped on my chains Master,” he figured this was the name he must call him anyway.

“Oh, well be more careful my pretty pet.” Andrews had brought with him a leather leash that he hooked to Al’s loop and it locked with a tiny key. “Your dinner will be ready shortly. Until then I’ll braid your hair,” he said, unlocking the big chain. He brought his golden pet over to the sofa and sat him on his lap. He began to brush his hair and pet him at the same time. All this felt wonderful to Al, like his mind was being clouded into some kind of haze. “Good boy. Be your Master’s good boy.” It sounded like a chant or a spell as his neck was kissed and his hair was caressed. He laid his head back on his master’s shoulder as he slumped down.

“Yes Master,” he muttered. What was taking over his mind? He tried to clear it, but how gentle Andrews was being was so overwhelming, he felt he was drowning in this man’s seductive swaying voice. It was like being hypnotized by a snake. He was pushed back up, the fingers weaving his hair felt so good. Andrews weaved his hair into little tiny dreadlocks and in each dread he placed a diamond.

“Pretty little pet.” Andrews was in fact casting spells. He was a powerful day walking vampire. He found it hard not to suck this young boy’s blood, but at least he could hold his mind for now. Keep him preoccupied with his touches and not thinking about Alchemy and most of all, not his brother. Though Andrews would love to get his hands on Roy’s sexy toy too.


Ed wondered if Roy was ever going to fucking come back or if he was going to be forced to stay like that until he died. Just as he thought that, Roy finally returned. He brought with him a tray of Ed’s favorite food and set it within his view. “What the hell took you so bloody long!” Ed snapped. His stomach lurched in hunger at seeing and smelling the food. Now he was tormenting him this way.

“I was making you dinner of course. But I am sorry to say that your punishment is not over until you cannot say his name again,” Roy said, standing in his view now dressed in a black t-shirt and blue shorts he could easily pull down when he wished. He crossed his arms which were very muscular and his thighs looked nice and tight as well.

Ed rolled his eyes. He was so hungry. He didn’t know when the last time he ate was, and if he wanted to see his brother again he’d have to eat to survive. “Who’s name?” He answered in monotone. Since he was so weak and hungry and the blood had started to dry around him his leg was going numb from being scrunched up like that.

Roy laughed a bit and walked behind Ed’s bum. “Wow what a mess you’ve made. I suppose before you eat I’ll have to clean that up.” He came back with hot salt water and poured it over his open wounds and used a rough wash cloth to scrape up the blood that had crusted over, he also used rubbing alcohol.

Ed’s body twitched in pain. The water was healing him but it hurt him so badly. He moaned as his tender hole was being cleaned out. “It hurts,” he cried with tears running down his face. He felt his legs being unshackled and then his arm, but right away another shackle was replaced and he had ankle chains now. Roy hooked a long chain to the collar around his neck. He picked up the small crying boy and carries him over to the bed. Now that his bum was clean all he had was black and blue bruises and of course red welts.

“Aw, there, there my love. As long as you learn the rules you won’t have to go through so many painful things. Except when I experiment on you of course.” He laughed and kissed his head. “That won’t be for punishment, just fun.” He sat Ed on his lap and took the fork and cut up the food and put the meat to Ed’s lips.

“I can feed myself you know.” Now this was definitely degrading for the proud boy, so humiliating he thought.

“But it would be hard since your right arm is gone and I don’t mind. Now open up baby,” Roy replied, pressing the delicious smelling steak to Ed’s lips. Ed’s mouth watered. He opened his mouth, rolling his eyes as Roy stuck the meat in. Ed clamped down and started chewing. It was pretty good he thought, but this was so embarrassing even if there was no one around. Ed knew. Roy knew he hated it and that’s why he was doing it.

“Well it wouldn’t be so hard if you just gave my fucking arm back you damn prick!” he said around his steak. Roy put some mashed potatoes to his lips, shoving them into his mouth.

“You’re not getting your arm back. You think I want a metal slap in the face? You’re only keeping your damn metal leg because you need it for balance when I fuck you from behind.” He smirked at Ed’s head.

“You’re pathetic!” Ed responded. He wanted to get off his lap but Roy held him still.

“Did I say you were done eating? I don’t think so,” Roy said as he wrapped his arm around his waist firmly. Ed thought he might as well try to enjoy this somehow and so he goes on letting the fuck head feed him. Hey less work for him right?

After Roy was done feeding him he sat Ed on the bed and put the tray of food on the floor. “Lay back and spread your legs,” he demanded and took off his own clothes.

Ed sighed again but laid back, he didn’t feeling like getting beaten again anytime soon. At least Mustang had a sexy body he noted to himself, though that should not fucking matter.

Mustang grabbed a green bumpy dildo from the supply of sex toys and crawled on the bed. “Lick this,” he ordered, putting the dildo to Ed’s lips.

Ed licked up at the green stupid dildo. He only did this because he was curious, but he was probably too small for any of these dildo’s. Roy stuck the dildo more into the wet mouth. He was even more turned on watching it slide in and out of his mouth. He pulled the dildo from Ed’s mouth and teased his tight entrance with it. He spread his bum cheeks open a bit and slid the head of the dildo into the tight tunnel that seemed to latch onto it. “Oh, your ass is sucking this in. I think it likes it,” he laughed and shoved it more into his body.

“Ah! It hurts,” was all Ed could think of to say at first until Roy started to move it to where it kept hitting against his prostate. The bumps on the dildo felt so damn good, it made his legs twitch. He pointed his toes in the air. “Oh! Ugh,” he repeated over and over.

“That’s it, you love this.” Roy stroked himself, getting so turned on as he watched Ed give into the lust. He pulled the dildo from Ed’s ass and licked off Ed’s juices himself. He grabbed hold of his legs and jammed his own cock into the red, spread hole and rolled his eyes back in his head. “Ugh, so fucking tight even after the dildo!” he groaned and thrust hard and deep into the little boy’s ass. Ed used his left hand to dig into the sheets as he was rocked back and forth on the bed.

The whole time he imagined Al on top of him. “Oh yes. Fuck me harder please!” he groaned out. “Yes, yes so good!” He was careful not to scream any names.

“Oh I knew you’d love this you little whore,” with those words Roy fucked Ed into oblivion, until he cums hard into that tight twitching sweaty ass. He pulled out and laid next to him and kissed his face.

Ed sighed and opened his eyes, sad to see it was Roy. He curled up wanting so bad to have his little brother back in his arms again. For now he would use Roy’s arms as a substitute. “Thank you,” he knew that would please Roy who then kissed the back of his head.

“Good boy,” Roy smiled and pulled Ed up. “Time for you to take a bath,” he said, taking him by the leash he now had around Ed’s neck and led him to the hot tube in the room. Ed winced as he sat down and the hot water stung his abused backside. Roy stepped into the water with him, pulling him back onto his lap. Ed laid his head on Roy’s chest with a yawn. “That’s it. Rest up, you’ll need your strength for round two.” He chuckled and kissed Ed on the temple. Ed still had somewhat of a crush on this crazy bastard so he took comfort in his arms. He would take all that he could get