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[thewestwind]

{From here}

Zephyrus holds Ganymede tight, flying fast. He finds exactly the sort of spot he's looking for - a hollow clearing surrounded by tall tree and thick brambles. A cage of growth. He drops Ganymede into it... from enough height to shake him as he lands.

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[the_cupbearer]

The flight is unpleasant; he really does hate it ever since all those years ago, and the span of time between that memory and now does nothing to lessen Ganymede's panic at the treatment. His stomach drops when Zephyrus lets go, and he doesn't bother holding back the startled shout as he lands hard, bouncing once and tumbling over, momentarily knocked unconscious.

[thewestwind]

When Ganymede wakes, his hands are bound tight in a strip of Zephyrus' loin cloth and bound to a stake of wood. The loin cloth Zephyrus' not longer wearing.

He watches the unconscious whore with hungry interest. Other than tying him up, and checking his body for weapons, he hasn't touched Ganymede. Yet.

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede wakes slowly, blinking in the sunlight on his face. He's jolted awake when he realizes his arms are bound above his head, rendering him prone and unable to sit up.

And then he sees Zephyrus, and all confusion vanishes.

"Zephyrus, let me go," he says, pulling his legs up to give himself leverage. He can't see the stake his hands are tied to, but he can feel it's wood. He might be able to break it, or pull it free of the ground. "Don't do this."

[thewestwind]

"You could have spared yourself this." Zephyrus answers, gripping Ganymede's ankle and pulling him back to a prone position. "If you had given yourself to me freely, I might even have let you enjoy it."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede kicks out viciously when Zephyrus pulled his ankles, eyes flying wide in surprise and fear. "Don't," he says. "You don't want me, Zephyrus, I am not Hyacinthus."

[thewestwind]

"I know who and what you are. Whore." He bats Gaymede's kick away. "Noble, beautiful, pure. You, are another god's leftovers. Just like he would have become." He pulls off Gaymede's shoes and throws them into the bushes.

[the_cupbearer]

"Get off!" Ganymede's yelling becomes more frantic as Zephyrus tugs off his shoes, pulling at the stake his hands are tied to.

"Leave me alone!"

[thewestwind]

"When I'm done with you." Zephyrus answers coolly, reaching for Ganymede's waistband. "Then I'll leave you alone."

[the_cupbearer]

"No!"

Ganymede kicks hard when Zephyrus bends close enough to reach his waist, eyes round and frightened; his breath is quick, fluttering like a frantic trapped moth within his ribs.

"Let me go, Zephyrus, this isn't what you want," he says, half-pleading.