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Broken is Trying again; Cause I wasn't good enough last time
Topic Started: Oct 5 2009, 09:53 PM (215 Views)
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Trying once more.

Username: Broken
Preferred Name: Broken, Lain, B
Age (optional): 23
Years role-playing: 9-10
Favorite Genre: Yaoi, BDSM, Master Slave, Angst, Drama…
Least favorite genre: Shota, beastiality, gender bending,
Anything you’d like to add: I love ‘seke/seke’ pairings most


Role-playing Sample:

He let out a choked scream as his beaten, broken and naked body was slammed to the freezing cold cement floor of the abandon warehouse. His head spun as it collided with the hard surface. Fading green eyes gazed lifelessly forward as he lay there, whimpering and shivering. Long black hair was matted with semen and blood, his body was covered in cuts and bruises. He was thin… starved over time. Blood ran in small rivers from his body, mixing with the mud and urine, oozing a familiar path to the sewer drain. It was hard to see with his eyes refusing to cooperate without his glasses, as well as the fading light of the day. They’d leave him soon…he hopped. They where all nude, and the vile evidence from the painful acts they committed covered his face and ass.


He could tell them all apart by their shoes. Of course they didn’t want to cut their feet on the broken glass Steven was laying in. Jacob was his ‘lover’. His body may have looked lean but he was actually quite muscular. Jacob was a punk through and through… nothing like Steven’s ‘type’ but they loved each other… right? Even though the first time they met… Jacob had raped Steven and stole his virginity. Jacob’s hair was shaved in a long mohawk that he dyed purple.


Derek was Steven’s cousin, who was a scarred boy. His chest to his knees where badly scared from the torment he endured growing up. After all, he was the family’s ‘toy’. Derek’s hair was a mess, he always cut it himself, that dirty blonde, long in many places and short spikes in others. Derek wore his dirty work boots since he was a mechanic… like he wanted to be and Steven was so proud of him for that.


Finally Sydney… Derek’s lover and Steven’s ex lover. Sydney had chosen Derek over him some years ago. Sydney was Steven’s boss at the lab, where they worked… in very close contact. He was surprisingly built for a man of ‘science’, with long blonde hair reaching to his mid back. Sydney was wearing those work shoes of his. He must have just come from the lab today. There was a common thing between the men… their eyes… They all seemed to glow a crimson read… the shade of his spilt blood.

A sharp cry was ripped from him again as the metal pipe that was tearing his entrance was pushed deeper by a heavy black boot, causing it to cut his deeper into his innards. The vile thrust had succeeded in ripping him out of his thoughts, which were his only way to escape the sheer horror of it all.


“That’s it… we love that sound, Steven…” a familiar voice laughed, gathering amused20chuckles from the other two men. He looked up to the group weakly. He knew them… all of them… he thought… they cared for him. His eyes adverted to the ground again as he placed a palm on the ground and tried to push himself up. Steven only managed to raise himself a few inches before his sharp metal collar around his bleeding neck was jerked by his cousin, and he was kicked back down by his cousin’s lover. “Derek… why are you… doing this…?” he asked weakly. He received no answer; his tears ran from his eyes and mixed with the blood dripping from his nose and mouth.



He felt the metal pipe rip from his body roughly as it was pulled out by the familiar lanky man with that… silly violet mohawk. His blunt nails tore at the grimy cement floor as the cruel man observed the bloody pipe before swinging it back and slamming it into his ribs, an audible sickening crack sounded along with a breathless cry. “I love you Steven… but you really let us all down… look at yourself!” he snarled hitting him again and again but the fourth swing was stopped by his cousin’s lover. “Jacob! That’s enough!” he warned, his tone dangerously on edge. Jacob scoffed and dropped the pipe carelessly... Sydney still cared for his employee. In some ways, Steven wished he chosen himself over Derek… especially when it came to this … punishment.


Steven was=2 0relieved, even though the heavy pipe hit him again as it dropped. He didn’t seem to even feel it. Jacob knelt next to his lover and his hand pet his head almost softly as his free hand took Steven’s hand and turned his arm so his wrist pointed upwards to reveal the long ugly scar Steven had carved into himself. “I don’t under stand… why would you want to die? Steven…” he asked before his pierced face contorted into that of pure fury as his nails suddenly grew long and dug into Steven’s pale, scarred arm, which ripped a gurgled scream from the younger man as the world turned into a haze. His blood was poring from his mouth… drowning him.


Steven jerked awake, his own scream having roused him. His eyes snapped open and those dull pale green orbs darted around the sterile white room… The familiar room in a cold unwelcoming sanitarium that he had come to know as his home. He was panting heavily his eyes falling closed… It was a nightmare… Thank god.


“Ah!” he yelped as a cool hand cupped his cheek, his eyes snapped open and his eyes met Jacob’s blue eyes, which were open and worried. “Steven… it’s okay love… it was a dream… calm down please…” he begged softly as he kissed the panting man’s mouth to calm him. “Jacob…” he tried to reach up to take the man’s hand but he couldn’t he looked down at himself the best he could as he was flat on his back. His arms were tied about himself in a white jacket, and his chest was strapped down by a thick leather buckler restraint to keep him from sitting up. He looked back to Jacob sadly. “What did I do now…?” he asked with a pained voice. Jacob sighed and hugged the younger man’s head. “They gave you a new pill… but you turned violent in the night so they had to sedate you and … restrain you…” he said softly and grabbed Steven’s hand through the straight jacket sleeve.


Steven didn’t remember any of it… He was always in a haze, except for when he woke up, before they gave him his morning pills. Jacob only visited in the morning. He couldn’t stand to see his lover drugged like they said he had to be. “Steven…” he whimpered and pet the scientist’s head. “They…” he pulled back, his sapphire eyes searching Steven’s pale emerald ones, seeing a spark of the sanity in those eyes. “They are sending you to a state hospital… They’ll be able to ‘control’ you better…” he said with growing frustration. Jacob was angry at life… and at his lover, for being so feeble minded these days.



Steven saw that anger and winced. He was only in here for a botched suicide attempt; he had sliced his wrists before trying to quite literally cut his heart out. “Jacob… You will still come see me … won’t you?” he asked. Within those faded greens was an inkling of hope. “You and Sydney… and Derek… you guys will still…” he stopped when Jacob started shaking his head. “No lover… we can’t… not until they have you medicated properly…” he sighed. “The drive is just… too far… But you’ll be in our thoughts, baby.” He said. He had given up on Steven. That much was clear to the mental patient.


Steven scowled a bit. “Jacob… I don’t think I’ll be… leaving that place soon…” he said as tears filled his own eyes. They were dull and broken as the last light was snuffed out by his lover’s words. “Don’t… don’t wait for me…” Steven begged. “You… I love you… but you deserve someone… better…” the restrained man frowned with his voice breaking. Jacob smiled down to Steven. “No… I’ll be here… when you get out. I love you too. We’ll pick up where we left off…” he said assuredly.


Steven nodded and relaxed against the hard bed. “When… am I leaving?” he asked eying Jacob, not liking how uncomfortable he seemed. “After lunch today… you’ll be there by tonight…” he informed, his thumb rubbing Steven’s hand through the thick fabric. “Then… I guess this is it… Good bye, Jacob.” he said softly before he turned his face away, the only way he knew how to tell his ‘visitors’ that he was finished talking. He felt a warm kiss pressed against his lips. Steven looked up to Jacob as he felt warm moist drops falling from the other’s eyes onto his pale cheeks. “Good bye.” The purple haired man whispered before leaving quickly. He didn’t look back once, even as he drove away to sit in their shared apartment.


Once Jacob was home he collapsed on the couch. His mind was racing as he looked up to the 175 gallon fish tank Steven loved so very much. He stared at the flesh eating fish, but his thoughts where somewhere else as he couldn’t help but recount the horrible memories…


It had been an awful fight, a near fist fight between him and Steven. Neither of them were backing down, but Jacob did leave the large apartment while threatening he was never coming back. He didn’t even make it out side before he felt something was … very wrong. He had rushed back up the flights of stairs and went back into the apartment looking for Steven.


“Steven! Look… I’m sorry!” he called before he clearly heard the shower running. He went to the bathroom door and knocked even though it wasn’t fully closed. “Steven?” he asked a s he peeked in. His eyes widened at the site of the blood… There was so much of it! He rushed into the small bathroom and looked at his lover, in shock. Steven was sprawled out in the shower, unconscious. Both of his wrists where slit and he had cut open his chest. Parts of his rib cage were even showing through the mangled flesh. Jacob ripped his cell phone from his pocket and called an ambulance before falling next to Steven and gathering him into his arms…


The rest had been a blur…


Not long after Jacob left a nurse and an orderly pushed a gurney into his room. They both looked a bit nervous. The nurse was a woman, dressed in white, her red hair was like fire contained in a tight bun. The man was a large fellow. He had to be with his line of work. Steven felt the strap over his chest loosen. The orderly then sat him up as the nurse slowly undid his jacket and pulled it off. She grimaced at the site of Steven’s bare chest with the scars that covered the left side of his chest.


“Okay Mr. Grim… put this shirt on and climb on up.” She ordered after handing Steven a white shirt that he put on without a fuss. No reason to make this worse for himself. He climbed up onto the tall gurney and was pushed back rather roughly by the big man. Steven was then forced to hold still as the nurse strapped his wrists and ankles down, too tightly, with the leather buckle like restraints. The same as they had been when he was on the bed. She then strapped his chest securely down and buckled one more over his legs, just above his knees.


Steven watched her while his body was trembling. He was frightened. Very frightened. She pulled out a needle and looked to Steven. “This will make you sleep for most of the trip…” she offered. She felt a little sorry for the man. She knew that state hospital was only where they sent the family members that where no longer cared for… or so it seemed. She pushed the needle into his thin arm and slowly injected him with the thick serum. The last thing Steven remembered was a thick blanket laid over him and tightly tucked in under the gurney mattress. He felt the stretcher become unlocked and start moving. He was being sent far, far away from his loved ones… who had given up on him… He had been there for the better part of three years after all…


Sydney had come to say good bye… but silently, from a distance. He stood by his car as he watched his sedated ex-lover being wheeled out of the hospital and into the ambulance. The doors where shut and a strange sense of dread and finality washed through him. He watched as the ambulance pulled out and drove away before climbing back into his car where he took Derek’s hand and kissed it. He looked up to his young weeping lover and his eyes softened. “He’ll be better off, Derek… they will take good care of him there…” he promised the younger man. Derek nodded, “I know… I just feel like we have abandoned him…” he sobbed. Sydney squeezed his lover’s shaking hand. “We aren’t… he’ll be out in no time.” He promised. When Derek nodded, Sydney Chicago one last time before pulling out and driving the opposite way of the ambulance that held their family member… started his car and drove to the hospital exit. He looked upon the brick hospital on the far outskirts of


Derek felt they’d never see the poor broken man again… not alive at least. He pushed those feelings down and put his mind to helping his lover through this tough time. Sydney still loved Steven as a friend. And he didn’t feel the betrayal that Derek did when he had pulled such a stunt as trying to commit suicide.

The three men all had the same thing one their minds in the end. Was this what Steven really needed? Had they, as his family, made the right choice? They could only hope...
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