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Alastor suspected the boy was having problems with his wounds. "Sit up or lay down, whichever is comfortable. I'll change your bandaids." he said softly, getting up and going into his own personal bathroom to grab the bandaids since the ointment was already on the bed. He returned and sat back down on the bed next to Lucas, gently taking each bandaid off and observing them first. "They're healing nicely...especially this one." he said softly, gently touching the wound he created that looked like an A over Lucas' heart. He slowly moved forward and kissed the mark as gently as he could before placing ointment on the wounds and covering them up with the bandaids. "That should be better." he said softly, resisting the urge to hurt the boy and see those sexy expressions was even tougher than he thought.

Alastor gave a soft sigh, playing with the boy's hair delicately as his hand slowly moved to Lucas' jaw but he resisted the urge to kiss him roughly. The boy's frail body made Alastor want to ravish and display bold colors like blood against it. Alastor forced himself to stand up. "I'm sure you have a lot of school work to catch up on. I'll leave you alone with your studies. If you need anything I'll be in my office." he said softly as he left the room. He was starting to get sick of being gentle with the boy. A few hours later, the inability to do what he pleased with Lucas left him more frustrated than he cared to enjoy. It was so difficult keeping up a gentle appearance that he had to call in one of his servants to ravish, kiss, and claw against.

Alastor finished ravaging his servant but it wasn't enough, somehow he just wasn't satisfied which seemed to anger him even more. He stomped his way into the kitchens, knowing a few of them were still in there. Alastor started flirting a feeling up one of the young boys who was working on organizing the shelves of food in the stock room. After he had enough of simply touching the boy, loud clashing noises from pots and pans sounded through the house along with rather 'peculiar' noises from his servant. The moans were quickly stifled when Alastor grabbed one of the towels and used it to gag the young boy.

Alastor had shoved his servant against the island in the kitchen under the pots and pans. He was already in the middle of teasing the boy to the point where it was visually noticeable in more ways than just blushing cheeks. Alastor had his clothed hips firmly pressed against his servant's bottom with the boy's wrists bound behind his back and a washcloth in his mouth when Lucas entered the room. Alastor gazed upon Lucas with bright yellow eyes that seemed to glow in the dim lighting. He hadn't meant for Lucas to see this. "Leave Lucas. This doesn't concern you....yet." he growled rather demonically as his features already began to change with his increased testosterone.

Alastor watched Lucas leave the room and continued his harsh treatment with his servant, doing as he pleased and relieving himself inside the boy, who got his hands loose from the bounds and scratched his neck something terrible when he turned the boy around to take him. Alastor hissed and finished the job, backing up and fixing his pants before heading for the door. "Clean up this filthy mess you made." he demanded, his eyes still yellow as he exited the kitchens and into the lobby area where he found Lucas staring at the front door. "Be glad it wasn't you." he stated softly, his voice still had a slight two tone effect.

Alastor grumbled softly to himself when he heard Lucas' question. He knew the reason why but he wasn't about to admit a weakness. "Because they're not as pretty as you my dear." he said with a rather twisted grin. "But because you're injured what else am I supposed to do? Unless....you want me to break you." he said softly, taking a single step toward the boy to see a reaction.

Alastor gave a small chuckle and left for his bedroom, tired from the day and wanting the last few hours of his day to just sit on his bed and relax. He needed to calm himself anyways and besides it wasn't like the boy would be able to leave and be expected to survive the harsh elements. They were at least fifteen miles away from the nearest city, that would be quite a bit of walking.