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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill: The Whipping Boy (10/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 01:00 am (UTC)(link)It wasn't pleasant, causing distress to a young man who had known so much pain and focused it into a fury few could dream of. But it was necessary. Credence was already obeying without question. He had let Grindelwald have him last night with no more request than a glance at Scamander's sleeping form. He wanted to be the first to have seen Credence like that, know that Credence would never forget his place, and show the Scamander boy the same. But now it was done, if the two of them wanted to find solace against the cruelty of their captivity, Grindelwald wouldn't object.
He wanted Credence loyal to both Scamander and him, eventually willing to serve as Grindelwald's attack dog. His general, wielding more power than any other. But Credence was a long way from that day yet. Credence needed touch, and if Scamander provided it, it didn't bother him. If anything, by strengthening their bond it made his plans easier. He felt Credence start to stir at his side, and guided Credence's hand away from the edge of the bed to where his cock waited. Credence gasped a little but didn't flinch away.
"Just your hand this morning. I want to kiss you."
Credence nodded, stroking him slowly. The boy was a cautious kisser, seeming to test every movement, afraid of being second guessed, and it infuriated Grindelwald that someone with so much potential should be so careful. At least with his hand, there was a hint of a little experience. Grindelwald moaned, kissing him deeper, before running his hand down to Credence's hip. He could feel the boy was hard, guided him to rut against his thigh. He kissed moans from him, before his own climax swept through him. He cleaned them both with a wave of his hand.
"You're good at that."
Credence averted his eyes, but stayed silent.
"You are learning so well Credence. My special, wonderful boy." Grindelwald began, able to tell that he was losing the younger man a little. Losing his confidence was a potential disaster. Credence had looked at him the day before as though he were a god. That had to remain.
"Are we studying more today?"
"A little." Grindelwald smiled. "I thought I would teach you Bombarda to cause explosions, and Relashio" The latter spell he aimed at Scamander, who screamed as he was hit by fiery sparks. Credence jerked toward the sound, but Grindelwald held him firmly. "It's a good way to ensure people loosen their grip. First though my boy, we need breakfast."
Credence walked out ahead of him, pulling yesterday's robes over his shoulders in an attempt to preserve his modesty. Grindelwald cooked for him, not vocalising the spells. He didn't want Credence to pick up anything useful. Presumed dead, with only dark magic and no method of gaining food or even water, Credence had to rely on him. Grindelwald lingered in the doorway for a moment.
"I'll be coming to collect you soon Scamander." He informed him, before binding his arms and legs with rope from his wand.
Credence ate hungrily, thanking 'Mister Graves' for the food between each mouthful. Grindelwald had considered telling the boy his own identity, but thought this was too early. He wouldn't tell him until Scamander was gone and he was all the boy had.
"Lesson time." Grindelwald said, leading Credence back to the bedroom. Credence followed, looking confused until Grindelwald grabbed Newt's bound form and apparated to the field they had been using for training. "You have been learning so well Credence. You have so much potential. And you have done so much. But I know you can do more. I want to see the obscurus."
"I don't..." Credence swallowed. "I've never done it deliberately Mister Graves."
"Well then, you'll have to learn, won't you?" Grindelwald asked, keeping his voice deceptively quiet.
"I don't know-" The boy continued whining, but froze as Grindelwald waved his wand, pointing it at Newt and lifting the silencing spell.
"Flagrate!" He spat before Newt could speak, and fire lashed Newt's body, cutting deep into his skin. Newt tried to stay quiet, but on the second blow he howled and tried to move away despite his bindings.
"I don't...Please..." Credence begged as Graves struck out again and again, occassionally throwing hexes that bruised Scamander's body. But the best response had been to Flagrate so that was what he focused on.
"Please..." Credence was begging, but Grindelwald could hear the change in tone inside of it as it shifted from fear to anger. He struck Newt again, aiming to hurt, and fresh blood burst from his skin. Newt was curled up in a ball as best as he could manage, trying to present a smaller target, but it did little to protect him.
"This is your choice Credence." He said firmly, even as he continued the lashing.
He felt it before he saw it. The air thrummed as Credence gave way to a writhing angry mass, which formed over Newt and hovered above him.
"You did well." Grindelwald praised him. "Now, calm down, let me see you..." There was a pause before Credence resolidified.
"Now." Grindelwald paused. "I want you to do that three more times. If you need more of an incentive, I can strike him again."
The emotions playing over Credence's face were almost sweet, but eventually he nodded and slipped again into the other form. Each time he tried, he got a little quicker. Soon he would have mastered this creature, and Grindelwald had already mastered him.
"Very good." Grindelwald smiled. "Now, what would you like as a reward?" He wasn't sure what Credence would ask for. More food perhaps, or silk sheets a book. Whatever it was, within reason, Grindelwald was willing to give it to him.
"Please Mister Graves..." Credence began, then hesitated from fear before he spoke once more. "May I take Mister Scamander to the bathroom and wash him. And... and have some clean bandages."
"As you wish." Grindelwald kissed Credence softly. "Now, lets get you home."
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (10/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 03:29 pm (UTC)(link)He's definitely playing with fire helping Credence to master the obscurus, though. And it seems especially risky for him to teach Credence to use the obscurus by turning Credence's fear into anger.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (10/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (10/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)No, I don't think Credence is going to be happy about Newt "disappearing". In the previous part I thought Grindelwald took Credence in his own room because of some "dominance thing" and I guess I was right.
I both doesn't want this story to end and I long for it. Thank you for this amazing story.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (10/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)And maybe cry a little too.Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (10/15)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-11 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)