Make Me Soar

Make Me Soar by KC Wells

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Authors: KC Wells
Alan to get the ball rolling, to take the responsibility out of his hands.
    Alan regarded him, his face so serious. “I’m here.” The words were softly spoken.
    Dorian stared, mouth open, heart pounding, his hands in those tight, painful fists.
    Alan’s eyes were kind. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
    “But I do,” Dorian blurted out. “I… I’m just not sure how much of it I want to share.” Breathing was suddenly difficult.
    “Then just tell me,” Alan began, his words measured, “what got to you the most about that night?”
    Shit . Where do I begin?
    And in that moment he knew what he wanted to ask. “I-I’ve seen my back in the mirror. What… what does loch mean?” He could have looked it up on his phone, but each time he’d gone to type it into a translator, his fingers had trembled and he’d flung down the phone, shaking.
    He had an idea he wouldn’t like what he’d find.
    Alan swallowed but lifted his chin, looking him in the eye. “It means hole.”
    And there it was, the final humiliation.
    Dorian stared at the white wall in front of him, his eyes not seeing the blank space but that room, that apartment, those men. He twisted his hands together restlessly.
    “That’s all I was to them,” he choked out. “A hole to be used. Fuck, they used me all right.” He gulped. “And what did it get me? I took it all—the degradation, the pain—God, I kept waiting for the pain to take me, but it didn’t happen.”
    “What do you mean, waiting for it to take you?”
    Dorian ignored him, swept along on a tide of memory. “At least at Collars & Cuffs the Doms took care of me during and after a scene. Those bastards didn’t give a rat’s ass for me. They stuck this oral speculum in my mouth, and then they fucking pissed down my throat until I was choking. Then they fucked my throat until it felt raw. They held me down and took a shit on me, because that’s all I was to them, a fucking piece of shit.” He couldn’t stop the words now. “They shoved that pear into my arse and twisted the bloody thing, opening me up until I thought I was gonna split in two, and when they thought I was stretched enough, I’d have two of them, maybe more, I couldn’t tell, shoving their dicks into me. And laughing! Fuck, they were laughing the whole time.”
    “Dorian.”
    He let it all tumble out of him, unable to stop its relentless progress. “And then they branded me! I could fucking smell it, smell my own flesh burning, and I wanted to be sick from it all. And the whole time I kept waiting for something to happen, something to carry me away from it all on a tide of….”
    “Of what?” Alan asked.
    “ I don’t fucking know! ” he screamed. “It just got more and more painful, until I thought I was gonna die….” He dragged air into his lungs, panting. “I think I passed out. When I came to, I was strung up from the ceiling while they got on with fucking each other and doing God knows what else. I don’t have a clue how long I hung there, but after a while they unhooked me, smeared some cream on my back, and stuck a bandage on me. Then I was in the back of a taxi, a heavy coat thrown around me and Karl and Erich on either side of me. I was out of it. They got me into the hotel and up to my room, dumped me on the bed, and then disappeared.” The tears started to fall. “They fucking used me, Alan, used me and then threw me out like trash. And it was all for nothing.”
    He sensed movement, and then Alan was next to him, putting his arms around him. Dorian tried to push him away, growling, but Alan held on to him, holding him against his chest. Dorian lashed out with his fists, laying into Alan, but the Dom pulled him onto his lap and held him even tighter, until Dorian thought his ribs would crack.
    “I have you.”
    The words rang in Dorian’s ears, repeated and repeated until at last they began to sink in. Dorian eased off the struggling, his breath hitching until he

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