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  A Nightmare for Your Dream

  Dark Empire: Book 3

  By

  Meraki P. Dark

  A Nightmare for your Dream

  1. edition

  Copyright © 2020 Taboo BooxXx

  ISBN 13: 978-87-93966-03-1-ARC

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  Edited by Laura McNellis

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  This book is a work of fiction.

  That means I made shit up. All of it.

  When Robert was but a small child, he saw how sickness tore apart his family—either from the disease itself or by the sorrow and financial burden of the US Healthcare System.

  Left with nothing as a ward of the State, Robert found what would ultimately shape his life—the innate desire to cure what had killed his sisters and destroyed his family.

  As Robert grew older, that goal intensified to a point where selling the use of his body to save up for tuition seemed like a good idea.

  But one man’s bid outweighed everyone else’s. He’d trade Robert the means to fulfilling his dream. All Robert had to do was willingly submit to a nightmare.

  For the time it would take the 19-year-old man to become a doctor, he’d live with the old man and service the ever-depraved needs demanded of his body. With his eye on the ball, Robert accepts, but with his eye on the ball, Robert doesn’t see that more than his body is being used and shaped to fulfill the old man’s wants and needs.

  Colophon

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Dear Reader

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  The mansion had seemed huge as the driver had taken Robert and his few worldly belongings up the driveway. It was kinda like a new foster home, and Robert had seen his share of those. But this time, his belongings weren’t being moved in black plastic bags like his life was garbage and he, himself, was disposable refuge that someone still figured they could get something out of by housing.

  No, this was completely different. And he was nineteen years old, jumping at a chance to make a future where he’d feel useful.

  Mr. Thomlinson stood on the front step to the enormous house, waiting for him. He was in his sixties. He was a very presentable man who smiled as Robert hauled his stuff up the stairs.

  “I’m so happy you accepted my invitation, Robert,” Mr. Thomlison said, his cold, dry hand coming to rest at the nape of Robert’s neck. The chill went straight through to his bones, and Robert focused on his breathing. He’d agreed to this. He’d seen it as an opportunity, and the goal was far more important than his discomfort.

  “It’s a very generous one, Mr. Thomlinson,” Robert said, letting himself be led through the door.

  “Yes. I hope you’re going to grow comfortable here, soon.”

  “Thank you.”

  They stopped, and Robert looked around the vast hall, where everything looked polished and expensive. A man in a suit stood not far from them, waiting, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked like a butler, age mid-forties.

  “Now.” Mr. Thomlinson removed his hand. “Put down your belongings.”

  Robert did and stood up straight again.

  “We will now go over some of the rules. A typed copy of the full set for you to memorize is already waiting on the desk in your room…but do pay attention now. When you are servicing me, you will call me Sire.”

  The silence drew out, prompting Robert to speak. “Yes, Sire.”

  “Very good. And you will always be naked when within these walls, unless I specify otherwise.”

  Again, the silence drew out, prompting Robert to act, so he undressed and put his clothes on his suitcase.

  Mr. Thomlinson waved his hand, and the butler took all of Robert’s belongings and clothes away.

  “You are a clever boy. Had you not been, I would not have suggested to pay your tuition for such an expensive and prestigious education in return for the position you will fill here for the duration of your education.”

  Which had to be plural as college hadn’t even begun.

  Mr. Thomlinson came to stand in front of Robert in his dress pants and old-man cardigan, still in the expensive end. His hair was almost white, he was in reasonable shape, but his eyes were a cool blue that reminded Robert of cough drops. The kind so strong it would make it hard to breathe when popping one in your mouth.

  Those chilly hands cupped his face and raised his gaze to meet the cold blue eyes. Mr. Thomlinson smiled, looking friendly, but there was a wolf in sheep’s clothing feel to it. The hard slap to his face proved it, and the cold hands, once again directing his face back to meet the man’s gaze, felt almost soothing against the heated skin. Then the other cheek got a hard slap, and Robert fought to keep his emotions in check.

  He’d convinced himself it would be worth it. He had a plan. It had to be worth it. He just had to keep focused on that plan, and he’d be able to take it.

  Another slap to his already warm cheek and the cool hands lost their soothing touch as the palms warmed up from the impact with his skin. He didn’t count. There was no reason to, even though his mind tried to keep up with them. Maybe ten slaps in all?

  “Very good, Robert, very good. This is a good start. I will train you to be the perfect house slave, and when you are ready, you will please me greatly during my special dinner parties. Let’s begin your training. Did you get a good night’s sleep?”

  “No, Sire, I was nervous about my new life here with you.”

  “I see. I’m not completely unreasonable when you are this good at doing what I expect of you. You will be allowed to retire early tonight, but we must begin your training now.”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  A knot had formed in Robert’s chest, and he focused on releasing the tension in his hands so not to make fists while he stood there.

  “I cannot tell you how pleased I was to get the call from my friend. He picked you out perfectly. He, of course, will come by and help train you.”

  Friend. How did a man like that make a friend like this? Maybe it was their shared perverted interests.

  But Robert didn’t get to give Hank more thought as Mr. Thomlinson circled Robert. Having the old man out of sight was scary.

  “Kneel, then lean over so your cheek and shoulders are against the floor, and your arms back this way.”

  Robert obeyed immediately, reminding himself that he had a plan with his life, and suffering this degradation was the only way to finance it. Still, feeling air caress his exposed asshole made his already burning cheeks feel even more aflame than the slaps had caused. Even the cold marble floor did nothing to soothe it.

  “A groomer will soon come and remove all hairs from between your cheeks.”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  “But today, we will have to make do. Crawl with me.” Mr. Thomlinson began walking, and Robert followed on hands and knees—the hard marble floor not being friendly to his boney limbs.

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bsp; At age nineteen, he had a slim figure. Not scrawny, but not exactly athletic either. Fortunately, there were thick carpets in some of the rooms they crossed—two living rooms, a dining room, a hall, a hallway, another living room, and finally an office.

  Mr. Thomlinson went to a bookcase. “This is so cliché that I like it.” He pulled a book, and a bookcase sank into the surrounding cases, all filled with leather-bound and old-looking books. With a push, it sank in further before swinging to the side. “Come, little pet. This room is one you will learn to be in a lot. And I do so very much enjoy your cooperation.”

  The old man’s tone carried a challenge. A warning, maybe.

  Fear ramped up high as Robert crawled across the red and blue wool carpet, worn from many years of having had the furniture stand in the same places, thus wear patterns being around them.

  Why he’d grab onto details like that, he didn’t know, but he estimated his mind was trying to anchor itself to something as he crawled toward the unknown.

  Fear could go higher, and the sight of the white-tiled room with a gyno chair bolted to the floor did just that. A clinical steel tabletop ran down one side of the room, while the opposite wall was covered by racks of medical equipment and dildos in every size.

  Robert’s body stopped cooperating.

  “Take in the sight, pet. I know all this is new. What pleases me the most is your cooperation, but I know we are just beginning your training. But don’t make the mistake of thinking my patience today to be something to get used to.”

  “Yes, Sire.” Robert’s voice barely cooperated.

  “When you’re ready, come lie in the chair and put your feet in the stirrups.”

  Robert swallowed around a growing lump in his throat as images of reasons he’d said yes in the first place raced by his mind’s eye so fast he could barely get a glimpse of a face.

  Still, his body moved forward, and he managed to get himself to the chair, get up, and perch on the edge of the cool leather seat, but his gaze wouldn’t leave the wall with so many objects of varying sizes and shapes and…textures? He had no idea whether they were hard or soft.

  “I have an impressive collection if I must say so myself. Most are handmade and by my own designs.”

  “Have you…if I may ask…”

  “Yes, pet, today is the day to get those out of the way.”

  “Have you used them on anyone?”

  “Of course. But I’m very excited about using them on a compliant body. It’s a fantasy of mine.”

  Well, that was…sick. He wondered what that said about the others, yet he didn’t know how to formulate the question.

  “I see another question lurking. I even think I can guess at it. If they weren’t compliant, how did they come to lie in that chair?”

  “Yes, Sire.”

  “Lie back for me, pet.”

  Robert’s body objected, but he managed, his chin wobbling as the back of his head came to rest against the somewhat worn but well-kept upholstered piece.

  “Even though you are a very good pet so far, I will restrain you now.” Mr. Thomlinson’s voice had grown huskier.

  Robert’s muscles tensed as if making ready to flee.

  “Put your wrists in the leather manacles,” Mr. Thomlinson whispered.

  Robert kept his gaze locked on the ceiling as he did. The feel of them being tightened brought tears to his eyes, but he focused hard on lying still.

  “Oh, little pet. With the money I invest in you, you must know our deal of no harm to come to you is legit.” Mr. Thomlinson wiped away his tears. He then continued strapping down Robert’s chest, his thighs, and his ankles. “But to answer that question I saw in your eyes. Hank would find me boys to play with. I keep them here and in the basement until there is nothing left to play with. They all struggled. I even have one now. For…vigorous play. You will see this one day when I know for sure that you will keep your promise. And to deter you from going back on your word.”

  Again, that cold tone full of warning.

  Robert once again tried to hold onto the reasons he had to agree to this. “Yes, Sire.”

  “Good. Now, let us begin.”

  Robert heard wheels across the floor and saw a small table be wheeled to stand next to his head. It was covered by a cloth.

  “When you come home every day, you will enter through a door only you use. In that room, you will place your clothes, and you will use the lavatory to not soil my toys unless a note specifies otherwise. You will then put one of these in.”

  With that, Mr. Thomlinson removed the cloth, revealing cone-shaped thingies with a flat foot, the stem under the different cones growing wider and wider as did the diameter of the cones.

  “These are butt plugs. And you will, of course, start down here.” Mr. Thomlinson motioned for the narrow end. “But first, I must see how used your hole is.”

  Robert leaned his head back. This, he could do. This, he’d already done to try to make money for his tuition to become a doctor. The discomfort was worth it, and with practice, he could even somewhat ignore getting fucked or sucking a cock.

  The snap of a rubber glove sounded, causing him to jerk.

  “Now, have you flushed your insides before coming here?”

  “No, Sire. I wasn’t told to.”

  “Quite right. I didn’t want to give too much away. We will do that now, then.” The old man rummaged around, while Robert tried to get his emotions under control.

  Robert gasped when something hard, slippery, and semi-cold found its way into his ass. It kept expanding him just shy of causing pain, and then his muscles swallowed up what had been pushed in there, making him gasp at the sudden sensation. His muscles worked to expel the thing or to get used to it. Having seen a butt plug, he could imagine it being one of those.

  “Now this next part is exciting,” Mr. Thomlinson said, rubbing gentle circles on Robert’s stomach with a gloved hand. Then a low whirring sound began, and the temperature inside Robert’s ass felt like it changed. “As I fill up your colon with saline, your stomach is going to expand.”

  Robert looked down himself, staring at his flat belly. Pain ensued before that, though, and he whimpered and struggled.

  “Yes, it’s a new sensation that you have to get used to.”

  The whirring sound stopped, and Robert breathed heavily and rapidly as his brain tried to comprehend the many signals sent from his lower body.

  Mr. Tomlinson used both hands to rub Robert’s stomach, and it eased the painful pressure inside. “Yes, very good, relax, pet, relax.”

  Then the whirring sound started up again, and the pressure inside him started up again.

  When it grew to be too much, he whimpered again, and Mr. Thomlinson stopped the machine, once again massaging Robert’s stomach. But an entirely new kind of pressure started up. He needed to…dump it! Judging by how his belly had swollen up, there had to be a lot in there.

  “Please…Sire, please.”

  “I know, I know, you would like to empty. But a little more.” Mr. Thomlinson looked into Robert’s eyes, smiling like a kid at Christmas. “A little more for me.”

  While their gazes were locked, Mr. Thomlinson shifted his weight, and the whirring started up again, the liquid filling Robert up even further as the old man kept rubbing his stomach.

  But this time, it wasn’t merely a whimper that escaped Robert.

  “Oh, such a good pet!”

  The whirring stopped, and however much Robert hated the man’s touch by now, the gentle rubbing eased the pain, but not the discomfort and feeling of having to really use the bathroom.

  “Hold it in, tighten that hole around the plug, even though I can see we need a bigger one to keep it shut.” That last part was mumbled almost to himself as the old man grabbed the thing and pressed it tighter against Robert’s ass.

  As best he could, Robert squeezed for all he was worth, causing a cold sweat to break out all over his body. He could feel water escaping past the material in his ass,
and it was uncomfortable, to say the least. And disgusting.

  “Please, Sire, please!”

  “Look at that big belly. That’s beautiful.”

  That was fucking perverted! And nothing like what Robert had been capable of imagining when wondering what the worst part about accepting the deal could have been. He’d expected to blow a lot of cock and get fucked, but not this.

  “Now, try and hold it in when I pull this out.”

  Robert tried his best, but stuff was still going on down there that he had no control over. The thingy leaving his ass made him whimper from effort—a whimper that grew into cries of strain as he grabbed onto the sides of the gyno table and squeezed hard.

  “And…let go.”

  Robert did. The relief was far outweighing the indignity.

  Mr. Tomlinson rubbed his belly again, making his colon work harder at expelling all that saline and…it was frigging disgusting. “Such a good pet. I’m already very pleased with you.” Mr. Tomlinson kept rubbing Robert’s stomach, speaking to him in an almost soothing manner, but being called a pet was degrading, too.

  Hank had already pushed Robert’s limits so far, yet as the thing made its way into his ass again, and the saline filled him up, he acknowledged that he’d known way too little before accepting the terms of the deal that would surely land him right where he wanted to be. All he had to do was survive this.

  The feel of the leather holding him down became his new focal point. One, he hated the feeling of being restrained, yet it gave him a physical sensation other than being touched, and that he could use constructively. Like when he’d focused on the texture of the workbench in the garage under his fingers while bent over it and getting fucked. Or he’d hold onto the money and squeeze it rhythmically, dreaming of all the good he could do with it once the cock sliding in and out of his mouth was done.