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( This is a mature private role-play between Uzekins and Cheesecake. Do not post if you aren't those two users. Doing so will probably get you in trouble. )

WAR PRIZE:

A war erupted years ago, leaving the victims in nothing but ruins. A young aspiring, but ruthless warrior has preyed on a younger boy and has claimed to be his war prize.

His name is Alexander. He doesn't necessarily have a name for that matter or a history. He is of age seventeen, has shaggy brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is very skinny and under fed. He's an orphan, sadly. He has been a war prize for only a little while it's bad. He's being used for pleasure and excitement, he's slightly abused, but he stills oddly feels loyal to his master. He's 5'6, kind of short for his age some might say. He doesn't remember anything, but his master's face and voice. He is played by Cheesecake.

The Warrior:

A 26 year old 6 ft lean built guy. He's somewhat similar to a character some may know (beastmaster lawl. but not looking like him. just the name alone ;3) He's got jet black hair and golden eyes. People find it creepy for him to look that way as it's almost inhuman. He can be ruthless and will kill an innocent person if they rub him the wrong way. His name is Tar (bahahaha beastmastah~)

*wild Uze runs away until a further reply*

Alexander woke up in his usual human ball. He hadn't showered since who knows when, he was covered in dirt with only a very large shirt and some dirty under garments. His wrists were hurting due to the shackles on them. He pawed at his itching head. His master wasn't awake and he had to wait for his master to free the chains from a post and he could roam until told what to do.

Tar rolled around in his sleep. He was quite content in his tent to not get up. He figured that he should though since there was a lake nearby that he could bathe in. He also figured he should get the slave boy cleaned up too. The last thing he needed to catch was any diseases from raping a dirty boy. He got up, wrapping his loincloth as he wandered to the farm tent. This was where he let the boy sleep, with the animals. "Hey. Boy get up!" He grabbed the shackles, tugging him roughly to his feet. He would drag the boy to the lake, making him get some water for their travels that would be boiled over an open fire first. He would also have him wash the clothes after they bathed. It was a month or so since he was able to stop for a break like this, taking advantage of this opportunity.

Alexander was a little startled by the master's appearance. He was dragged to the lake and force to get water. He filled all of the canteens and a large bucket of water for boiling. He could easily fill more, but there wasn't anything else they could put water in. Alexander took a sip of water from his canteen. It was smaller compared to the master's and all he could get so he didn't want to take another sip.

Tar had him on a short leash, chaining him close to the lake and the camp. He was currently bathing in a deeper area of the lake. They had some soap from goats milk that they've been given as gifts along the way for helping some of the villagers with crime control. He swam in closer when he noticed the boy was nearly done, taking off the chains, replacing them with rope. That way the chains wouldn't rust or become useless. He dragged the boy into the water whether he could swim or not, he hadn't decided. He'd only won him about a month ago so he kept him on a tight schedule.

Alexander was dragged in the water with his master. He was wearing his clothes but he managed to take them off so they wouldn't get too wet. He had never taken a bath so he didn't know exactly how to bathe, nor did know how to swim so the was shaking with fear when the water. "M-master, w-will you d-drown me?" Alexander asked stuttering.

Tar shook his head. "I suppose you lack the experiences of swimming and bathing?" He'd only ordered his crew to clean up the boy when he'd won him, more of a mere sponge bath. He sighed, tugging the boy in just to shoulder level as he threw soap to him. "wash yourself, then get to the laundry too. This may be the last break for a while."

"Yes, s-sir," Alexander said as he desperately tried to mimick his master's technique. He hurried, and slightly grossed out by the black water that surrounded him from the dirt on his body. He even washed his hair and several layers of dandruff fell into the water. He got a little ashamed and ran off to get the laundry.

Tar watched as the other did as he was told, knowing he would be useful later. It was a good chance to let go of some sexual frustration since they'd be clean too. This didn't happen too often cause when the boy looked grimy he slept out with the animals until they would have time to bathe. That's what he figured was a good plan as they mostly did not have time to sleep most nights as they would be on guard.

Alexander came running back and started to wash the laundry. He did his master's clothes first taking care of them so he would get hit for them being dirty. He then quickly did his clothes. He was still naked, but the nudity didn't bother him. He hung up the clothes on a rope that was tied and stretched between two wooden posts. Alexander was hoping that the warm air would dry them before nightfall. "I-is there anyth-thing e-else you want me to d-d-do?" he asked.

Tar thought for a moment. "bring me my food." He demanded, walking back to the test as he was dripping wet. He would make the boy stay there as he at, allowing him the scraps if any were left over. But only after abusing his body first. That would also allow him to not be quick to snap as there would be less tension.

"Y-yes sir," Alexander said while going to do what he was told. He scurried off to find his master's some food. After rummaging through their food supply he found the best morsels of food to give his master, set them on a clean plate and brought it to his master.

Tar made the boy stand by his bed as he ate piece by piece of the foods. occasionally throwing some back as they had bones or fat on them. Once he was done he'd grab the boy until he was pleased and worn out enough to go check on his men. He left the boy and the leftover food for him to clean up. He left him abused as he got his gear on, doing the rounds with his men. The boy would at least be lucky enough to sleep there tonight.

Alexander weeped a little bit. His body ached from the encounter with his master, but what could he do? He was a slave, he had no where to go regardless if he yearned to be somewhere else right now, but there wasn't anyone in this world who could give him company like his master did, even if the company left him abused, hurt and eating left over food savagely. He got to hungry the even ate the fat off of the tossed food. It would give him a little more sustenance that most foods. He didn't eat the bones, though. He sat in his master's tent, drowsy. His body ached so much, and his belly was aching due to lack of food, his body shut down to he fell asleep in his master's tent.

Tar came back an hour later with another plate of food. He didn't keep much for his slave so he figured he'd eat more and give what was left. He liked him skinny but not with ribs showing too much. He also had gotten into the wine as he brought what was left back with him. He noticed the boy was asleep, nudging him awake by booting him off of his bed. It wasn't a far fall so it probably wouldn't hurt much. Once the boy was up he made him hold the tray again. Once he wasn't hungry any more, he was nearly drunk.

Alexander woke up with a fall to the ground. Then followed by the holding of the plate of food. Right of the bat, Alexander knew his master was drunk from the smell of wine. He was worried about his master. He put the tray away and closed up the tent. He stripped his master of his armor, put it up neatly and forced him to bed. "A-are you hungry, master?" he asked rubbing his master's sweaty forehead.

Tar shook his head. "no. the scraps are yours. You're getting too scrawny. Have the rest of the wine." He said as he waited for the boy to follow his orders, after which he would probably tire them both out until they slept. They were going to arrive in a town not far from there tomorrow and would probably have some sort of fighting job to deal with.

"O-okay," Alexander said. He ate the food, and he drank the rest of the wine, more like chugged it. He was getting a bit dizzy, drunk most likely. He was suffered the beginner's buzz. It was a bit more alcohol than he had ever have. Are giving a few loud burps and hiccups he climbed in bed with his master. Drunkenly, he began to do some weird stuff. He started saying weird things all of which were abount being eaten alive by bugs. Then, something big happened, after exchanging a glace with his master, he kissed him. It wasn't his first kiss, but not knowing that it could be his last.

Tar looked at the boy like he just did something really weird. In all the times he'd abused him for sex, he'd never done any type of contact like that. When he finished he'd leave, even if the boy hadn't had his release. That's what he was like. He didn't mind but was not used to it. He had chuckled when hearing of the bug stories. He thought he was an actual entertaining drunk, thinking he should let him do that more often. If he wasn't drunk himself he might have gotten offended and left him to die somewhere as he would get a new slave. But since he was drunk, it was no surprise when he had fallen asleep cuddled up on the boy. He woke up later, a little hung over. This meant he was cranky. He pushed the boy off his bed, ordering him to get his damn breakfast and the laundry before they packed up to leave.

Alexander fell to the floor with a horrible head ache. With a painful memory of what happened last night. He had kissed his master. He lightly touched his lips. Was it natural for two males to kiss, or was it inhumane? He had only kissed a few town girls before, but never a stronger, older, taller man. He rushed off to do what he was told with a regret: drinking the wine left over.

Tar waited for him to get back, remembering what had happened before he slept and how he;d slept too. He still thought the boy was a better more lively drunk than he was sober. Once the food and all the chores were done, he packed up the tents and they were set to travel again. He had the boy ride with him on horseback. They reached the town in 5 hours.

Despite being pushed on the ground again, Alexander was happy and in a cheerful mood. It was the first time he actually rode on his master's horse. All the other times, he would walk beside the horse with his wrists being dragged by his master. But this time, he was riding on the back of a horse.

He did doze off a few times, but quickly bobbed up trying not let his master seem him with his head propped up on his master's back. The five hours were strenuous, boring, but at least didn't have to walk for the whole five hours. Once reaching the town he had felt his bladder expanding, meaning he has to pee. He was too scared to ask for permission to pee, fearing he might be knocked off the horse and then pissing himself and getting beaten. He decided to hold it.

Tar got off just at the other side of the town, taking the boy with him. He didn't want anyone taking his prize and he had to go to the woods anyway. Wine and other drinks would do that to you. He only let the boy on the horse as it would be faster to get to the town that way. He noticed the boy wobbling around a bit, trying to not pee he assumed. "you may go. Just need to find a spot not in view."

"Oh, thank you very much, master!" Alexander exclaimed. He found a large tree with two bushes out to the side. He crouched down and did his business there. It took a while to get finished since it was such and awkward position to pee in, it was finished and enjoyed. He returned to his master.

Tar had watched him, relieved that he hadn't tried to run off or escape. Though he found that weird. Though he figured he didn't beat him or anything so he wasn't too bad a master. He figured they should roam around town, look for sales and deals on things. Maybe try the local foods or something. He held the shackles close, allowing the boy not much than a foot of slack as he didn't trust this town. It was know to be a thief's favourite hangout.

Maybe he is starting cut me some slack. He seems to care about me, I think. Seeing how relieved he was of seeing me and how close I am walking with him. The shackles are that tight either. Alexander thought to himself. He took a few looks around, but his eyes were focused on his master.

Tar felt like something was not right, wandering into town he felt a little too light. He reached for his money pouch, realizing it was gone. He looked around seeing a thief run off with his money. He bolted after the bastard, nearly yanking the boy as he forgot for a moment he was still there. He followed the thief into an alley. He backed him into a corner but flinched when he felt he'd gotten stabbed by something, looking down as the thief he cornered had a blade of sorts. It only lightly stabbed him as he had nothing trying to fall out of his body.

Alexander's wrists had turned red from the running, but he froze with terror at seeing his master getting stabbed. Then he heard a few voices behind him saying some mean things and threatening to kill his master and kill him. His only thought was to at least but up a fight. Even though he had no experience using a weapon, he tried his best to fight off the men, eventually disarming two, recieved many cuts and few kicks but managing to ward them off with a desperate slash that cut most of the uninjured men.

Tar was leaning against the brick wall as he had fought off some of the men and disarmed them. He was tired and got cut up a bit more since then. He wished he'd kept some of his men around, blacking out a little. He didn't know what was going on around him. The last thing he thought of was the hope his slave was alright.

Alexander was balling his eyes out his body was bleeding, staining his clothes a deep crimson. He managed to move closer to his master. "A-a-a-re y-y-ou, a-al-r-right?" he struggled to say as he collasped.

Tar groaned when he felt something on him. He got up the energy to open his eyes, noticing the scene in front of him. A fair bit of blood loss and one of his troops coming that way. Thankfully they've been seen so they would be saved. They had bartered their way into staying the night at a hotel of sorts after being stitched up by a doctor. When they were found Tar had held the boy close before coming to.

Alexander's eyes fluttered a little bit, but he could barely form any words or eye focused on who was carrying him. He could only feel someone toting him and hear footsteps on the ground. He was thinking the worst of himself and his master like they were done for. Of course, he had recieved a few more cuts and blows, he still was sad that his master was hurt. He looked at it as being the loss of his company. Even though he was abused, he was treated poorly, he still loved the fact there was someone who acknowledged him.

Tar had been unconscious after knowing his men came to the rescue. He and the boy were in one of the beds as his men had other rooms for themselves. A few of them kept around the clock guard on them. Tar stirred in his sleep, becoming almost conscious as he groaned when he shifted. He would wake up in a few hours as he'd smell food.

Alexander was knocked out cold. He had been patched up, you could see the blood stains that leaked on his bandages. He had been changed into newer undergarments that some of the men had bought him, they also treated him to some new clothes since the blood stain would be hell to get out of his old clothes.

Tar woke to the smell of the food, sitting up and cringing as the would had hurt. He had some other milder wounds, but that was a killer. He looked over as he propped up the pillows. He noticed the boy was there as he was sleeping, noticing the bloodstains on his bandages. He then thought to check his own which were in the same condition. He would ask him what happened after he'd wake up. He got one of his men to bring in some soup as he could eat that and not be in harm's way.

Alexander felt something tickle his nose. It turned out to be his own finger. He also smelled something that seemed tasty, of course knowing the position he was in wouldn't give him any of it. He just set his eyes on his master for a little while and eventually closed them back and dozed off.

Tar mostly had broth as it was easy to swallow and not hurt. He had two bowls of the stuff, leaving a little for the boy whenever he'd get up. He figured it better be soon if his wounds were not really bad. He still had no idea what had happened. All he knew was they were attacked then found by his men. He hoped the boy'd wake soon as the soup would cool and turn ice cold in no time.

(( FINE. I WILL WAKE HIM UP. I was hoping you'd wake him up. XD ))

Alexander woke from his doze. He tried to sit, it hurt so bad, and his eyes got a little watery. But the finally sat up. He didn't know what he was going to eat, but him stomach was making large, roaring sounds and while he was holding on to him stomach, he was pressing against some of his wounds and that inflicted damage to him.

Tar looked over as his prize had finally woke up. He offered him the leftover broth in the bowl as he propped up the others pillows to sit easier. He was in rough shape but didn't know why. "what the hell happened out there? Do you know?" He demanded answers, still being a little cranky mainly due to being sore.

((he would have if he'd know he was saved by his boi lol...but alas))