Taken

In case you skipped ahead, the boy has been viciously abused by the Prince, a client who had no business being paired with our hero. Something went wrong with the rostering as soon as Master Johns turned his back. This nasty piece of work hit the boy, whipped him badly, restrained him and fucked him into oblivion. Sobbing in fear and pain and left restrained, darkness descended and he fell into unconsciousness. 

I woke feeling groggy. Everything seemed to ache to the point I didn’t dare move. My eyes seemed to be glued shut. I was struggling to get fully awake so I lay still, caught on that point somewhere between waking fully and drifting back to sleep. As my senses adjusted I could hear voices. Two people seemed to be talking near me. That must have been what woke me.  The voices seemed familiar but I couldn’t quite place them. I wasn’t quite with it.

“I understand. I don’t like it much but what can I do? It’ll heal. What about his back?”

“It’ll heal. I’m pretty sure there will be no scarring but it's not an exact science. He needs to rest. More than that, he needs to remain completely still and let that concoction do its work. It was hard to find and incredibly expensive. I hope you’re ready for Pavel when he gets the bill”

“I’ll worry about Pavel.”

“Your funeral. The two of you know how to test a friendship, that’s for sure. The boy will be fine if he stays very still today. He’ll have some visible bruising there too, especially on the back of his legs, but nothing permanent. He’s going to feel it for a few days though. He took quite some punishment. But I have seen worse. So have you.”

“I know. It’s just.......”

“I know. Unlike you. You’ll be careful........?”

“I will. But I’m not having this happen on my watch. The moment I turn my fucking back! It might be time for a serious conversation.”

“As I said, your funeral. I’m not getting involved. Take the I V line out by mid-afternoon unless it’s finished before then. He won’t need it after that. He’ll feel sick today. That stuff is fantastic but it isn’t nice going in. I’ll take him off the roster today and tomorrow on medical grounds and make sure he’s on light duties for two further days. That will raise eyebrows my friend. Again, Pavel........”

“I’ll speak to him. Pavel is going to be fine but I’m sure he will want to understand how the Winchesters and the Prince got booked to the boy. They are red clients. Not gold. Even if it’s just business and we don’t give a fuck, our best resource is off the field for two days. The Prince is funding that, is he? To be honest, I’d like to understand why that fucking asshole Prince is back on the client list. I thought we were trying to be better than this and we’d kicked him out. I thought we did give a fuck!”

“Calm down. You know I don’t disagree, you know there’s only so much I can do when he’s been in town. He went easy on the boy by his standards. The last boy, a red, was unconscious for twenty-four hours. This kid must have done very well to have escaped with only these injuries.”

“He seems to keep doing well, this one, no matter what is thrown at him. And as you know, he’s not just any resource.”

“Yes, I know. Look, I need to go. One of the twins took a crowbar to the jaw and that’s a proper mess.”

“I’ll see you out. I need to clear my head anyway. I need to do something different with this boy and I need to think about it. We’ve not been as kind as we should have been. Mistakes have been made. Poor bastard.”

The voices drifted off into the distance as I drifted back to sleep.

* * * *

Something was scratching at my arm. I swatted it, but it kept coming back. I swatted it again but it caught my hand.

“Hey!” Someone said loudly.

That voice sounded familiar. There was a sharp pain in my arm and suddenly I was awake. “Welcome back. If you can stop hitting me while I’m sorting out your I V line, I’d appreciate it.”

I glanced around. I was in my bed on the top floor. I was laying propped up on my side. Master Johns was sitting in the armchair, pulled right up to the bed. He was fiddling with an I V line in my arm, disconnecting everything. I moved slightly which reminded me that everything hurt.

“What......?” I croaked. My throat was dry.

“What, Master Johns, I’m sure you meant” he said.

“Er....sorry Master.....” I started but he interrupted me.

“I’m kidding. Just shush while I finish this. I’m not a doctor and I need to concentrate”. I kept quiet as he finished with the line and moved what seemed like lots of medical kit out of the way.

“Right, all done. How do you feel?” He said with genuine concern.

“Er.... I hurt” I said honestly. “And I feel sick.” I was trying to remember why I hurt. My experience with My Prince came back to me slowly. I blinked, trying to clear the gunk from my eyes.

“I’m not surprised. You took a beating yesterday. You’ll live, even if it doesn't seem that way now. The doctor was here through the night. He left early.”

I coughed and then groaned at how much that hurt. The sick feeling in my stomach was being aggravated by a badly aching head. I winced.

Master put a hand on my forehead. “Headache?” He asked. I nodded slightly. “I’ll get you something to take the edge off. You have a concussion so it’s going to ache for a while. If you feel sick, that’s the meds but I guess if we can deal with the headache that will be easier, right?” I felt like he had read my mind, or maybe been in this situation himself. I just nodded again. “We have some magic stuff that goes in via I V that really helps speed up recovery. Very effective and very expensive. Makes you feel horrible though. Doc has also coated your back and legs in a salve that we use. It’ll take days off your recovery and help ensure there’s no long term marking. You’ll be sore, I imagine, and probably bruised, but the welts will clear up in a day or so. We’re using meds that..... well let's just say they aren't readily available on the open market.”

Master got me some pain relief and sat with me. He stroked my brow, we chatted occasionally about nothing much, and I drifted in and out of sleep. It took a little while but I began to feel a little more human.

I woke from my latest snooze to find Master stroking my hand and toying with my wrist cuff. I was feeling much better and my headache had reduced to a dull background noise. It was so nice that he had been here each time I woke. I’m sure he had other things to do but he was choosing to remain at my bedside. I don’t think I had ever felt so cared for. I wanted to reach out to him but I couldn’t. “Why am I propped on my side?” I asked. “I can’t move.”

“That’s because of the salve. You’re propped up to make sure you remain still. It’ll help the salve work. It stops you rubbing it off on the sheets and it keeps the sheets from sticking to your back.” He chuckled softly. “Plus, I think the doc fancies you and wanted to get a good look. He thinks you have the best ass he has ever seen!” He smiled warmly.

“I think I heard you talking” I said. I wanted to keep things light so I smiled and added “and I know, and I have!”

Master laughed at that. He wagged his finger at me “Self praise is no praise at all. And eavesdropping on my private conversations eh?” He joked.

“Well, don’t have private conversations next to my sickbed!” I exclaimed. I knew it was cheeky but I figured I wasn’t about to be hit again. Master Johns laughed out loud but he was interrupted by a familiar voice from the doorway. I couldn’t turn to see - something was keeping me held in place.

“Anyone listening would be hard pressed to know you two are Master and Slave”. I went cold. It was the man, from when this all started. I was pretty sure this was Master’s boss. I was pretty sure this was trouble.

I wanted to make good. “Sorry Master, er..... I’m.....” Master put his hold on my shoulder. “Quiet” he said, and he winked at me. “It’s okay”. He got up, walked out of my eye-line, but I could hear the two men embrace and greet one another. I thought I heard them kiss. They seemed very friendly. Certainly more friendly than I had thought from the day when I was first taken.

“How is our boy?” The man said.

“Not great, Pavel. But he’ll be ok. Not as bad as we feared.” said Master. “Come and see.”

As the two of them came over to me the man said “cleaning up this business is going so well”. Even I could tell he was being sarcastic. Louder, to Master, he said “I have had Connor apologising to me for ten minutes straight. The man is beside himself. I have told him to go and get some rest.”

“I can't blame Connor,” said Master. “It wasn’t his fault. If anything I'm annoyed at myself. Secret missions that mean our couriers don’t know how to find me......”

The man looked me over. He touched my lip, which was sore, and what must have been the bruising on my face. He leaned over me to examine my back and my thighs, running cold fingers down over my warm skin, taking care to avoid areas where I had salve applied. Finally he said “you mind?”. I didn’t realise what he meant, so I just shook my head a little. He pulled back the waistband on a pair of loose-fitting boxers that I hadn’t even realised I was wearing. He examined my bottom and carefully returned the waistband to its original position. Throughout his procedure he made occasional tutting noises and ‘hmmm’ sounds.

I wondered why I had been permitted to wear underwear and I thought it odd that the man had asked if I minded him looking at me. I was pretty sure he could do whatever he wanted with me. Something about everyone’s mood felt kinda different though and it made me curious.

The man sat, while Master stood leaning against the wall by the head of the bed.

“Are you on the road to recovery?” Asked the man. He seemed to be genuinely concerned.

I nodded. “Yes, sir” I said. “I’ll be ok, I think, sir”.

“Ha!” He exclaimed and his face brightened considerably. “Sir, sir, sir!” He said, gently mocking me. “Listen, I guess if you’ve managed to convince Jonno here that you can drop “Master”, you’d better drop the “Sir” with me too” he said lightly. “At least until the next time we meet.” He sat back and got comfortable.

“Now,” he said. “Last night you took a beating from one of my clients. I have seen worse damage and we feared much worse when we got the message, but I guess that won’t make you feel any better. I am informed you will come through the other side with no permanent scarring, though, so maybe that helps a little. This client is reserved for a particular type of boy. Not you. I will be asking questions to find out why the roster was changed at the last minute. Something went wrong in my organisation yesterday and I am displeased. I am sorry that you experienced what you did”.

I got the sense that this was a man who didn’t apologise often, especially to his slaves. I also got the sense that someone would take some serious heat for putting him in the situation where he felt he had to.

Master Johns continued. “The main thing is that there’s no permanent harm, ok? But you’re going to feel like you have been through the grinder for a day or two. You have a nasty bruise on your face, you need to recover from that concussion, and you have a couple of bad bruises on your legs. The lash marks are already fading, thankfully. Credit to Mister Connor for preparing you and I guess to the client for knowing how to inflict maximum pain with minimum damage. You have any questions for us?”

“No, Master” I said. I couldn’t help but be formal with the other man in the room and Master smiled a little at that. “To be honest, I’m surprised I don’t feel worse. Last night...... I thought he was going to kill me. I was...... was terrified.” I didn’t want to be overly dramatic, but as I was fading from consciousness I did wonder if that was the end for me.

The man looked me in the eye and I could see he understood. He got a far off look, like that had triggered a memory. He leaned forward and rubbed his leg as if it was sore. “I am sure that, in the moment, that’s exactly how you felt.” He said. “But I promise you, you’re going to be okay. Really okay. Jonno and I have decided some things about you at last. We are going to look after you, young man, so you have nothing to worry about. You just remain still and look after that body of yours. I need you ready on time.”

Before I could ask what that meant or express my gratitude, Master interrupted. He gave me a sideways glance so I was sure he did it on purpose to shut me up. “We need to talk, Pavel.” He said earnestly. “That matter we were discussing. I want to conclude the conversation”.

The man made another face. “I know you do Jonno. I know. I need you to do something for me first. We should talk......I have made some decisions...... the family...... downstairs though, not here. After we do this thing, then I promise we’ll finish the conversation.”

He turned back to me.

“Listen boy. You’ve overheard things here that are not for you. It is best that you forget that I was here at all. To be clear: the rules have not changed. What your Master agrees with you when you are alone is his business, between the two of you. The next time we meet, it’s ‘Sir’. You understand?”

“Yes, sir” I said, nodding.

“Not that you dropped it this time..... You’re a good boy. In fact, I keep hearing how good of a boy you are, among other things I hear about you. You are most unusual. Intriguing, even. Something of a mystery to be solved, eh? When this is done and I release you we can talk more freely. I will explain some things to you that need explaining. I don’t know what life you want for yourself. Perhaps this life isn’t so bad? Think about that.”

I said nothing. I didn’t know what to say really. He sighed loudly then turned and walked away, Master Johns a step behind him.

I realised as they left that Master was supposed to be away and as I played the conversation back in my head, I wondered what the man meant by “he must be ready in time”. I couldn’t get the look he gave me out of my mind either. He had amazing big blue eyes.

* * * *

I didn’t see Master again that day. I just slept a lot. By the next evening I was up and about and feeling much better. Most of the aching in my shoulders and legs was wearing away, my ass and back felt almost normal if a little bruised, and only my legs were still sore. I was even beginning to wonder if all the fuss was over the top. Perhaps I was more shocked than really damaged.

During the evening Mister Connor came to see me. He gave me a pair of jogging pants and a sweatshirt. I put them on and was about to ask when the client would arrive when he turned to me and said “there, I think you’ve earned those” and left. It seemed that I was permitted some clothing at last. That felt good.

I had one client the next day. It was definitely “light duties”. I met him not knowing what to expect, but I was certain he would fuck me. I kinda thought that all clients would fuck me. He just wanted to touch and photograph me. He had me in all positions and he asked me to finger myself and to masturbate, which I did. He didn’t seem interested in joining in despite how long we were together and the fact that he was obviously hard the entire time. Before he left I got on my knees and unzipped his jeans. He seemed on the verge of pushing me away but I carried on anyway. I took hold of his cock, removed it from his underwear, and sucked him off. I swallowed his load, making eye contact with him the whole time. I thought maybe he had never gone this far with a boy and it seemed to make him really happy. He was a nice guy and I got a thrill from making him smile.

The next day I was visited by a couple of old guys who just seemed to want me to prance around in underwear and get changed in front of them. I put on a fashion show having been given lots of different briefs, boxers, trunks, jock straps and even some strings which I found pretty hot. Both men spent the entire time rubbing themselves through their trousers. I had wondered if one of them was going to fuck me and I actually felt ready for it today, but they didn’t. I hated that I craved the attention, but I had to admit to myself that I did. They were really nice to me and they seemed very disapproving of my bruises but they didn't dwell on them.

I had a normal schedule the next day. A guy gently bound my hands and my feet in silk strips and then very gently and passionately screwed me. After a tough few days I relished a nice medium sized cock being pushed inside me by a guy who clearly knew what he was doing. While he was still inside me he jerked me off and massaged my cum into my skin. By this time I felt pretty much like my old self, although the side of my face was still a horrible green colour and two strips on the back of my thighs were blue. This client commented, too, placing his hands on my face and touching my blemished skin. If anything, it seemed to turn him on even more.

In the afternoon I saw a guy who wanted me dressed like a cat. I wore cat ears, little socks with claws in them, little mittens and a cat’s tail butt plug. I thought the guy was going to come in his pants when he saw me. It started out feeling very weird, but I will admit it was fun and he was another soft, gentle, and passionate lover. He had traced my bruises with a delicate finger, even breaking his character and asking out loud who the hell would want to treat me like that. I didn’t know how to answer and he said “I guess you can’t say. It’s a good job. I’d have to have my people deal with the little fucker.” That made me like him even more. He treated nicely and when it came to sex he was gentle and passionate. He made a promise that he would be back sometime and I took pleasure in telling him that I looked forward to that.

Several days went by like that almost blending together into one. I was loosing track of time. A couple of clients were a bit rougher, wanting to take me hard or slap me around a little. Nothing I could not handle. It was more rough fun than anything. I hadn’t been smacked to the ground or beaten since the Prince. I hadn’t found myself wishing to be somewhere else even if I sometimes caught myself and had to tell myself that I probably should not be enjoying this, although that feeling was coming less and less.

One evening Master came to see me. We hadn’t spoken much since the man, Pavel, was here. It seemed that Master was coming and going on errands for the man, so Mister Connor had been standing in.

“Let’s have a look at you. Take those things off” he said. I stripped out of my jogging pants and sweatshirt. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my trunks and looked at Master as if enquiring whether I should strip fully. He nodded. I pulled them down and off and stood naked in front of him. For some reason I felt a little shy this time and put my hands in front of me.

He raised an eyebrow, turned me around and pushed me over the bed. He ran his fingers over my back, my bottom and my legs, examining me in intricate detail. His big rough hands were gentle on my skin. He had a way of touching me that made me feel so horny for him. Then he flipped me over, crawled up on the bed and closely examined my face, his fingers tracing over my forehead, my nose, my cheeks and my lips.

“Hmmm, almost back to your old self” he said. “No marks or bruises on your body and the bruise on your face is fading away. It’ll gone in a day or two at the most.” He smiled at me. “That bruise makes you look slutty. Just the way I like you” he winked.

I smiled. Suddenly Master was back to his old self too and it made my heart skip a beat.

“Are you finished for today?” He asked. I nodded. The last client left ages ago and I had showered and changed since then.

“You want to spend the evening with an old guy?”he asked.

“Actually I’m a bit tired, Master” I said. He pouted and made to get up. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back, giggling. “I’m joking, I’m joking!” I said. He laughed and planted a kiss on my lips, opening his mouth and caressing my tongue with his. When he pulled back he rubbed his nose against mine. “Anyone brought you a tray yet?” He said. I shook my head. I was expecting something soon, but as I had no way to tell the time food just came when it came. “I’ll go find us both something.”

Master left and returned quickly with a tray loaded with food. We sat on the bed and ate, chatting about nothing much but enjoying each other’s company. I hadn’t dressed myself since being told to strip, but my shyness had gone. We wheeled out the TV, Master stripped off and got onto the bed, and we curled up together and watched an old movie. I leaned on my captor throughout, my head on his chest taking in his warmth and feeling secure as his heart beat beneath my ear.

I was almost asleep by the time the movie ended. Master started to get up, to lay my head on a pillow and let me rest. I pushed him back. I wasn’t ready to let this man leave just yet.

I kissed him again, long and slow. He was lounging back on the bed, leaning against a pillow propped up against the wall. I straddled him as we kissed. When he had gone to get food I had used a bit of lube. I didn’t use much. I knew I would have a chance to fuck him tonight and I really wanted to feel this.

I pushed down and felt my Master’s fully erect cock between the cheeks of my bottom. It was perfectly lined up with my anus which seemed to be pulsing in anticipation. I closed my eyes as my sphincter opened for him, his manhood impaling me. I kept my weight on him, pushing down, taking him all the way in one incredibly slow action. He filled my rectum until I was sitting in Master’s lap and his pubic hair tickled my skin. We kissed all the while, caught in a passionate embrace that neither of us wanted to end.

When he was fully inside me he gripped my ass with his hands and began to raise and lower me on his pole with strong, supportive arms. We remained in this position, his cock sliding in and out of me, for a long time. In could feel every throbbing vein, every tiny imperfection. The walls of my anus gripped this man tightly. Eventually he could hold it no more and he tensed, grabbing me close and kissing me more deeply than ever. He grunted, the sound lost in our kiss, and his balls pumped his hot cum inside me.

We embraced in that position until Master’s cock softened and slipped from within me. Even then I couldn’t bring myself to move.

“You’ve done something to me, young man” he said thoughtfully. I was taken aback that he hadn’t called me ‘boy’.

“Isn’t that my job?” I said, making light but with some truth to the humour.

“Is it?” He asked. He seemed more hurt by that than I had intended. “Are you riding me because you feel you must? Or are you trying to keep me sweet, maybe? Maybe you think you have to?” He started to lift me off him, but I resisted.

“No.” I said. I pushed his arms away.

He looked into my eyes. He was somewhere between stung and surprised that for the first time I wasn’t being entirely compliant. “No, what?” He asked, frowning.

I put my hand on his face and smoothed his frown away with my thumb. “No, it is not my job” I said. I had a lump in my throat and I found it hard to find the right words. He wasn’t frowning any more, but his eyes made it clear than he needed more from me.

“Not with you” I said.

“What does that mean......?” He asked.

I held his gaze for a long time. I rehearsed and rejected possible sentences, trying to find something meaningful that would connect us. I knew what I was now. I knew what I wanted. Despite this incredible situation and despite being this man’s slave, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He, at least, treated me well. I just couldn’t find a way to say what I wanted him to know.

“You’ve done something to me, too” I said, finally.

He thought for a brief moment and then grinning. “Isn’t that my job?” He asked. We both laughed and the tension seemed to melt away. We lay with each other for what seemed like hours. Finally he spoke again. ‘There’s a syndrome when the captive falls for the captor” he said. “Is that what this is, you think?”

I wasn’t sure I wanted to be serious. I had never had to speak about my feelings before. No one had ever been interested, not ever. I made light “well, you are captivating” I joked.

He slapped my bottom and then rubbed it. “Idiot boy” he said. “Tell me honestly, what do you think of your situation.” He didn’t need to explain. He meant my journey into slavery and rape.

I started to speak but stopped again almost immediately. He cupped my face in both hands and said “It’s okay. Just say it.”

“I..... I’m ashamed” I said.

“All of it”. He said.

“I.... I enjoy most of what I am being asked to do” I admitted, that annoying lump returning to my throat the closer I got to the truth.

“And.....?”

It all came tumbling out. “I am ashamed that I enjoy it. I am ashamed that I want the attention. I am ashamed that it makes me feel wanted. I am ashamed that I even want to feel wanted all of a sudden. I am ashamed that I want........ want you”. A tear dropped from my eye and rolled down my cheek. He took his thumb and wiped it away.

“You didn’t have much affection growing up, did you?” He asked.

“No” I said simply. I shook my head and another tear fell.

He brought me in close and wrapped me in his arms. I cried a little, just quietly and to myself, but I’m sure he knew. We said no more. Eventually I must have cried myself to sleep, because I woke the next day tucked into bed. I was alone.

I got up, showered, did all the usual things. I felt empty. I was annoyed, too. I had left myself open, been honest, and he was gone before I even woke up. I felt stupid for crying. Hadn’t I lived my life without needing anyone to care for me? I wasn’t even sure why I was so grumpy. I couldn’t work out if it was because of what I had said, or not said, or what the hell. It was so frustrating.

I sat in the middle of my bed wrapped in a towel, my hair still wet. I guessed I would have notice of a client soon but I couldn’t be bothered to move. I felt strangely emotional about last night and about being left alone this morning. I had lived most of my life in my own little bubble, just me to look after me, so why the fuck I suddenly felt the need for affection and acknowledgement from someone else was beyond me. Last night I had been ready to confess out loud that I was gay, that I didn’t care who knew, and that I didn’t care about having been forced into sexual slavery. It was a revelation that I only got half-way through saying before I cried like some sort of infant. I just couldn’t shake the mood I was in. Deep down I knew that there was no possibility of a proper relationship with Master Johns, but that didn’t stop me having the serious hots for him. More than that, there was definitely an emotional attachment of some sort.

There was a knock at the door. There was never a knock, one of the people who ‘handled’ me always just entered, so my dark mood gave way to curiosity.

“Come in” I shouted, annoyed at the intrusion.

The door opened and Mister Connor came in carrying a large box wrapped in birthday wrap. He looked at me, smiled slightly, and placed the box on the bed in front of me. I could barely see over it.

“The box is from Master Johns” he said. “And I have a message from him, for you”.

I perked up at that. Just the mention of his name seemed to get my heart racing. Christ, I was like a lovesick schoolgirl...... well, a schoolboy on heat I corrected myself.

“Would you like to hear the message?” He asked.

“Er.....yes, please Mister Connor” I said. Of course I wanted to hear the message!!

Mister Connor cleared his throat and took a piece of paper from his back pocket. He unfolded it. “To the young gentleman in the penthouse suite” he said. He looked over the top of the paper and said to me, “that’s you”. I smiled, my emotional frustrations and bad mood giving way to humour. He continued. “I have personally cancelled your client list for today. Be ready at noon” he said.

“That’s all?” I asked.

“Well, I assume there’s more on the card with the box” he said. “The rest of his message was for me, really”.

“What did he say?” I asked. “If you don’t mind me asking, that is”. I had built up a good relationship with Mister Connor in the last few days. He was a decent man, I believed, and he seemed to do a lot more for me than he needed to, or should, and with nothing asked for in return. I was sure that he was permitted to take me if he wanted to, but he never even looked at me in that way. It was kinda nice.

“Well...... he said that from now on anyone from our organisation must knock before coming in to see you. He said you had been granted private status. It’s symbolic really, of course, but at least you won’t have me barging in here unannounced!” He said.

I smiled warmly at him. “Mister Connor, I can honestly say that you’re welcome in here at any time.” I said, and I meant it.

“Well, that’s very kind” he said. “But I’ll be knocking first from now on. Master Johns is far more senior than me and I can’t go ignoring his orders. Besides.....” he trailed off a bit. “He’s bigger than me” he grinned. I laughed. Master could be an intimidating presence, I had to admit. “I have one thing to do and then I’ll leave you to open your gift.”

Minster Connor came to sit with me on the bed. He took a large folding knife from his pocket. He took my arm and began to carefully cut the leather cuff off. As he worked, he explained. “I am told you no longer need these. I am sure there could be times when a client wants to see you with restraints but in that case we’ll put bucklers on you.” He looked up at me knowingly. “They just buckle up and buckle off” he said.

There was something very strange about having these things removed. My wrists and ankles felt oddly naked. I rubbed them and thank Mister Connor profusely.

He turned to leave but just before he closed the door he poked his head in the room again. “I’m pleased for you” he said. And then he was gone.

I scrambled to open the envelope that was taped to the top of the box. Inside was a birthday card. I frowned. It wasn’t anywhere near my birthday. I opened the card and a ton of glitter fell out into my lap. There was a handwritten message, which read:

“I want you to have a special day. I want you to feel wanted, no strings attached. So, I have arranged for today to be the birthday I’m sure you’ve never had and the start of something new. I’m taking you shopping, then we’re going to see a movie, then dinner. Hope you don’t mind if I tag along. I have taken the day off because I want to be with you.

PS the box is for you.

PPS don’t get the glitter in hard to clean places! “

I laughed. And then I burst into tears. And then I laughed again. If ever there was a message that said everything right, this was it.

I ripped open the box. Inside, individually wrapped with labels written to me, was a series of gifts. New jeans, sneakers, cute underwear, a nice button up shirt, all for me. At the bottom of the box was a small package with a new expensive looking wrist watch inside. Well, I thought, at least that answers the question of how I’ll know when it’s noon.

———-
The day was..... amazing. We shopped for clothing that I could wear when I was not “working”. We went to stores that I could never afford and bought things that I could never have dreamed of owning. Master was patient, caring, kind. He let me know when something looked good on me and when it didn’t. He picked stuff out for me and encouraged me to pick what I wanted too. We gossiped about people we met in the stores and made up life stories for them and we played a game of rating the hot guys out of ten. He laughed and giggled. He was everything I could have wanted in a friend to go shopping with. And he had a card with apparently endless credit.

We had fun at the movies too. He bought out the entire back row. I didn’t see much of the movie as we made out like teenage kids from the moment we sat down. Nothing heavy, but a lot of touching and kissing.

Finally, we were picked up in a swanky car and driven to a very exclusive restaurant on Main Street. We were met at the door by the maitre d’ who took one look at my jeans and sneakers and said “We have a rather strict dress code here, Sir”. Master simply walked past him, saying “I don’t really care” at the man as he did so. The maitre d’ laughed it off and responded with “then nor shall we, Sir”. Master obviously had clout here!

We went through to a luxurious private dining area. As the maitre d’ seated us he asked Master whether he could bring champagne for “Sir and perhaps something for your.....son?” I tried hard not to snigger but I was quite taken aback when Master looked the maitre d’ square in the eyes and said, totally deadpan, “oh, he’s not my son. This is my lover”.

The maitre d’ cleared his throat and went as red and the table cloth. “Of course Sir” he said, and hurried off. As he left I came out of hiding from behind the menu, giggling. “Sometimes these people drive me to insanity” he said. “Fucking snobbery”. I pulled a face, and he chuckled. “I thought we’d get a private table. I wanted to finish our conversation from last night” he said, studying the menu in an effort to avoid looking at me.

“Ah, so you got me here under false pretences!” I said. I wasn’t sure I wasn’t to finish the conversation. The day had been so...... so excellent. I didn’t want to spoil it with emotional stuff that I didn't understand and that made me feel bad.

A man came and poured champagne and we toasted to happiness. I had never had champagne before and I liked it. I had gone through the first glass before Master noticed. “Ok, that’s quite enough of that” he said as I drained the last drop. “I know from experience that you can’t handle your drink and that you’re a horrible drunk”. I pulled a face. “And if you’re not used to champagne.....”

“I am not”

“..... it will go straight to your head. I want to talk with you, not peel you off the walls”.

“Ok”. I said. I pulled a face. “Then can we please get this over with?”

Master waived the waiter over. I guess he asked for privacy because the staff cleared the room and closed the door behind them, leaving us with the champagne and some delicious nibbles.

“Let’s be blunt with one another.” He said. I sat back in my chair and nodded without really meaning it. “You represent a problem that I wasn’t ready for. You’re a very different boy than I was expecting. I can’t take back what has been done” he said. “And for multiple reasons I can’t yet take you out of your current situation.”

“So tomorrow I’m back to being a whore?” I asked. I didn’t want to hurt him, but he said he wanted blunt and the champagne was empowering. I was mostly joking but all the secrecy and not knowing my own future was getting to me and making me testy.

Master coughed. “Well, I did say blunt.......” he said. “Yes, you’re still a kidnapped boy who who I will continue to hold prisoner and pimp out to paying clients as a sex toy”. He raised an eyebrow at me.

I tipped my head to one side. I deserved that.

“A fucking hot, incredible sex toy” he added, grinning.

I grinned too. “That’s better” I said.

“I know you want to know more. Who wouldn’t? I know it pisses you off that you’ve heard things that shouldn't have been said in front of you. I'm asking you to be patient. Let’s just say I can’t stop it because you have paid bookings for the next two weeks and in this business it is simply not possible to cancel those.” I was about to speak, but he held up a finger. “But..... I have agreed with Pavel that we will take you off our roster. No more bookings from this point. You won’t have as many clients and we won’t fill the gaps.”

I studied his face. That was pretty dramatic but I could sense there was more to come. I waited.

“We have a summer ball in two weeks - less actually. We would like you to attend and we’re making it your choice. Before you decide you need to know two things. The first is that if you agree to attend, you’re going. No taking it back because I won’t let you. And you’ll be fucked silly all night long by anyone who is smart enough to corner you. And second, you should probably know you’ll be the star attraction”.

My eyes went wide. I had never been invited to a party. “Summer ball?” I said.

“We throw a huge party every year for all of our clients. Our entire organisation attends. It’s basically a huge orgy.” He grinned at me. “Always a popular event in the calendar. No client can book a resource specifically but all of our service personnel are there and ready to.....shall we say offer services...? As I said, it’s a big orgy”.

“Star attraction?” I asked, playing it cool. I poured some more champagne and took another nibble.

“There are about twenty boys and almost that number of girls. Four of you, two boys and two girls, are incredibly popular and reserved exclusively for the wealthiest of our clients. You are one of the four. Arguably you’re the favourite. Probably would be if it weren’t for your smart mouth.” He took a sip of champagne and smiled. “Actually if you weren’t before, you will be by the time of the party because we’re taking away the supply. That will add mystique to your reputation which is already far too big for a naughty little boy.” He put his glass down and looked at me in a funny way. “Pavel might cry if you decline his invitation, by the way”.

“Why do I think there’s more to this conversation?” I asked. I was being deliberately disinterested. I didn’t want to get into an emotional state and I wondered where this was headed. I didn’t understand why suddenly my situation was changing. I wanted the full picture and Master was right, it was pissing me off that I was being kept in the dark. I was being given something and in my experience there would be something asked in return.

“When you’re finished, a day or two days - I can’t exactly remember - after the party, I have a proposal for you.”

“Can’t you tell me what it is now?” I asked.

“No” he said with a grin. “You’re being an asshole so I don’t feel like it” he said. I could see he was joking but I got the hint. He had arched his eyebrows, something he did when he was making a point.

“I’m sorry Master.....” he raised his hand and interrupted me.

“Jonno” he said. I was confused for a second.

“What?” I asked.

“My name. Jonno. Call me Jonno. You don’t have to call me Master.” He paused. “Well, ok, you don’t have to call me Master unless we’re around clients, or......”

“Or......?” I asked, leaning forward.

“Well, you know. If we’re in bed and you fancy calling me your Master” he raised an eyebrow and grinned again. I couldn’t help but grin back. Yep, I thought, between the sheets this guy could be my Master any day!

“Filthy rapist” I said, but I couldn’t keep a straight face as I said it. My cool edge was wearing off. It was hard to stay that way with this man.

“Look, I want you to hear my proposal as a free man. I want you to be able to tell me to fuck off if you want to. That time is not now. We started something that perhaps we should never have started, but we’ll have to see it through.”

There he went again, saying something that seemed important but leaving it out there as a cryptic hint.

He tilted his head to one side. “But I will concede that I have created a monster and the worst sex slave in history so I’m sure you’ll have no problem telling me to fuck off anyway” he said.

I laughed again. I understood what he was saying and if I was honest, I agreed with him. I was struggling to come to terms with new feelings and emotions, not to mention getting comfortable with my newly confirmed sexuality. But all of this was tempered by the sure knowledge that no matter what, I still had to perform for clients and there was no choice in that. Maybe, with that weight lifted, I would feel very differently about everything. I didn’t think I would but I wanted to be certain. At this point I wasn't even sure it was a weight I wanted lifted.

I nodded.

Master turned serious. “Whatever happens, whatever you decide to do, I want you to know that I’ll always be here for you. You might not want me, you might hate me for what I have done to you, but I’ll be here anyway. And not just because I feel I owe you for forcing you into this life. There’s........there’s more to it, ok?”

I nodded again.

“The circles I move in...... it would be hard, probably impossible, to have a conventional relationship. So.... I’m saying..... don’t get too attached to me”.

“What if I’m already too attached to you?” I asked.

He stared into the middle distance and in my mind he was thinking about how things might have been. After a minute or two he snapped out of it. “If there was anyone out there who could get me into a relationship, it’s you” he said. “But you deserve more. Better. And you'll find it, too.”

I began to protest, but he held his hand up. “I said conventional relationship. There’s nothing to stop us jumping into bed any time. If you want to. I’m always up for that!” And he grinned again. “And whatever happens, whatever you do next with your life, we will always have a strong emotional connection. I don’t know where that came from and it has taken me by surprise. I have only ever had that before with one other person. He was a lot like you when he was younger. I guess that’s why I’m so drawn to you.”

I chewed that over for a minute. Some things were beginning to make sense. I was beginning to make some guesses that I believed were probably accurate. I sat back in my chair and I nodded, clear headed. We weren’t going to be boyfriend and boyfriend, but we’d always be close. “Do you have someone...... someone special?” I asked. I thought I already knew the answer, but I wanted to know for sure.

Master looked at me with genuine surprise. He wasn’t expecting that. He thought for a minute. “Kind of” he said eventually. “That isn’t a conventional relationship either. It used to be, in another life, but..... we’ve been on and off over the years. Now we are sort-of together but we see who we want. Sort of comes with the territory. Why do you ask?” He said. “Jealous?” And he smiled again.

Now it was my turn to be surprised. I answered right away though. “Yes” I said and I smiled back. After a short pause I said “so I'm still just a fuck toy, a bit of ass on the side?” It was a bit mean and it came out meaner than I intended, but I was somewhere between joking and hurt.

Master just shook his head. He didn't speak and he did not have to. I hung my head and he laughed at me. It was his signal that we were okay, that he understood.

“Now, a question” he said. “Do you enjoy the work? If you weren’t being forced, do you enjoy what you do? Be honest with me.”

It was a direct question. How could I separate what I was doing almost every day from being forced? Was I even being forced any more? Did I enjoy it? A voice inside my head responded instantly: yes, you do. I thought for a minute. I got my answer straight. I wanted to answer, get past this awkwardness. I wanted it all out on the table.

“Yes, mostly.” I said. “I used to wonder if I was...... gay. I used to hate the idea that I might be. Well, I am because...... because I enjoy most of what I am asked to do. Not everything, sure, but almost. To be honest, I don’t really even feel like I’m a prisoner any more. I do not feel like i’m being forced to do anything and I haven't felt like that for a while, so you can stop beating yourself up if that's what this is about. My life before wasn’t exactly a lot of parties and cool friends, you know? I...... I am probably better off now than I was before all this started. No, not probably. I am better off now. And when you’re around I am happy in a way I haven’t been happy at any time in my life. I guess that makes my life incredibly sad.” I said. “I don’t think I will feel differently after you let me go. I don’t...... I don’t know what I will do when I am free. That scares me. Maybe it’s stupid but...... but I don’t what to lose what I have now.” There, I thought, I said it.

Master sat right back in his chair, his eyes firmly fixed on my face. “And what else?” He asked. Trust him to get perceptive all of a sudden.

“How do you feel knowing I’m going off to be fucked by whoever paid the highest price today?” I asked. He wanted blunt. That was blunt.

He sat forward in his chair and smiled thinly at me. “Well played” he said. I smiled back but there wasn’t much humour there.

“Honesty......” he said. “If you were being dragged kicking and screaming, I’d feel..... bad. Actually, where I am today I think I’d probably have to do something about that. I’d put a stop to it. If you’re going willingly, I have no problem. I screw around and there’s no reason you can't too, as long as it’s what you want.” He said. I could tell he was genuine. It was in his eyes. His short statement ‘I’d have to do something about that’ left me feeling warm and cared for. It was an unexpected feeling in this odd conversation. He sat forward and added “I want you to know that I have only let this continue because I thought you wanted it, thought you were better off. I want you to know that. I’d have..... dealt with it if I thought that wasn’t true.”

I was surprised and caught off guard. I believed him. He was so earnest. He seemed to want my approval, or maybe my forgiveness. I was pretty sure he needed neither.

We stared across the table at each other for a long time, studying one another and trying to understand what each of us had said. I wondered if Master - Jonno - was really telling me that he had feelings for me. That’s what it seemed like but he was as uncomfortable with all this as I was. There was something else too, something that I guessed would only come out later. I realised then that I didn’t hold him responsible for my current position. In fact, I realised that I didn’t hold any animosity toward these people at all. It was hard to explain. It had been an awakening. Sometimes it had been a violent awakening and certainly I never asked for it and I would never have chosen this path, but maybe it was how I got to the next chapter in my life. I decided to let the road take me wherever it led.

I figured we had exhausted this discussion and I wanted to get back to being carefree with this man. I looked at him with a broad grin on my face. “I’ve never been to a party before” I said. We both burst into laughter and the mood lightened immediately as if a bubble had burst.

“Thank you Jonno” I said. “Today has been just about the best day of my life.” He grinned at me but didn’t say anything. He looked like he couldn’t. He eyes had that sheen that people got when they were trying to hold back tears.

We enjoyed a truly amazing dinner and conversation turned to everyday things before the car returned to take us home. In the car I whispered what I was going to do to repay him when we got back to my room. I was surprised and maybe a little hurt when he peeled me off him and said “keep that thought kiddo, but not tonight”. I asked him why not, feeling more than a little rejected.

“Today was about you. About making you understand that you are wanted and loved, and for more than a quick fuck” he paused. “Or a slow fuck” the sloppy smile was back on his face. “I made a deal with myself that I’m not touching you tonight. Yeah, you’ll feel rejected right now- yeah I can see it all over your face - but hopefully tomorrow you’ll realise that despite how much I wanted to, how much I’ll kick myself and how much I’ll change my mind on the drive home, it was more important to show you that I did this for you, as your friend, and not for what I want from you. You owe me nothing.”

We got to the house and he helped me carry many bags of shopping to my room where a new wardrobe was waiting. He left me there, alone, but with a feeling of self worth that I hadn’t remembered having before. Sure, I wanted him and I felt a little pissed that he wasn’t going to stay with me tonight, but I got it. I really did. And I was amazed and thankful and everything all at once.

I slept well that night, probably better than I had slept in my life.

The next morning I woke early to find Master sitting on the end of my bed. He looked at me with a hunger I had never seen before in anyone and it made my heart race thinking that was for me. I wondered how long he had been there and I realised that I was as hungry for him as he was for me.

“Can we just say that you made your point, that I’m grateful, and say it’s a new day?” I asked and I winked at him.

He came at me. He stripped me of my underwear and spanked my bottom to the point that I almost came. He licked me, sucked me, kissed me, touched me, fingered me and then fucked me. He started hard and fast and desperate and ended slow and close and loving. He came while we embraced, a close full body embrace full of passion and love. It was incredible lovemaking.

As we lay back in the bed, sweating and panting from the intensity of our sex, Master nudged me with his elbow. “Client at mid-day” he said. We both laughed.

“He’s got a lot to live up to” I said. I leaned over and kissed him. “You never know, though......” I teased.

He hit me with a pillow. “Typical whore!” He said, but I knew it was a joke and I didn’t care anyway. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life.

The rest of that day’s clients were uninspiring. Another photographer who I’m pretty sure came in his pants and who left early and an artist who wanted to paint me. It was boring, but as I had been satisfied today already and had high hopes of seeing Master again this evening, I wasn’t bothered. I just sat there and replayed my birthday in my head and when I had finished with that, I replayed my birthday fuck.

And it wasn’t even my birthday. 

To be continued.....

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