Genetic Design For Dying

The Fox And The Wolf

I walk into class the next morning with the chains on my jeans making the only noise. Dean, whose wearing torn up black skinny jeans, black sweater, and black shoes has saved a seat for me. "Hey buddy." He smiles as I sit in my desk. "Hey." I smile back and put my backpack beside my desk, I take out my notebook and a pencil. "You were almost late to class." Dean whispers as he writes math problems in his notebook, I look at the clock. I was almost late. "Salem woke up late and didn't want me to skip breakfast." I whisper back. In reality Salem and I got carried away this morning, it all started with me having certain problems in my downstairs area. Salem says it's normal, and wanted to help me. I bite my lip remembering how he took care of my problem. He used his mouth and his talented fingers of his. I can still feel his mouth all over me. His touch. His skin against mine. Oh gosh. My face heats up and I shake my head, I don't need to be thinking like that at school. I have work to do.

Quickly do I start on my math problems that are on the board. Dean helps me on some since he finished before me. "Owen?" He whispers when we're both done with our work. "Yeah?" I whisper and look at him, "Does your Master ever...touch you?" Dean bites his lips and moves his black hair out of his eyes. I feel my face heat up again and I bite my lip, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." He says quickly, I nod. "He does, but all Masters do." I mumble and drop my gaze to my work. "Well I mean...like...how far has He gone with you?" I bite my lip harder and look at Dean who has a sad look in his eyes. "Why do you ask?" I whisper, he sighs shakily. "Just wondering." He whispers and purses his lips. "Just touching. Nothing more. I'm still pure. Some Masters will ask when their slave is ready to be more intimate. Unless they force them, which is then bad." I whisper, Dean inhales sharply and his face goes white. "I need to show you something." He quickly gets out of his desk and tells the teacher for us to be excused. I follow Dean to the bathrooms, it's empty.

"What are you doing?!" I furrow my eyebrows when Dean takes his shirt off, he's bruised up. Hand prints and finger prints, all over his torso. "Ricky's was...doing things with me. I told him to stop when he started touching me ruffly. He smelled bitter and had a bottle in his hand. I didn't like it. He was slurring his words and was wobbling." Dean whispers. "He pushed me down and removed my clothes. He started touching me and then..." Dean's voice trails off, but he doesn't have to say anymore. Ricky raped him. "I screamed and tried to push him off, but he pinned me down. I couldn't claw him, so I cried. It hurt so much." Dean runs a hand through his hair. "When I was numb and stopped fighting him, his hands where all over me. I woke up with these." Dean gestures to the Bruises on his body. "They h-hurt." He says in a shaky voice, his white ears twitch. Dean puts his shirt back on and looks at me, "Dean...Ricky was drunk." I say softly. "Salem got like that one time, but he didn't...do anything with me. He cried. I'm so sorry." I whisper and feel my heart break for Dean.

"Do you think he'll do it again?" He whispers as tears brink his eyes. I purse my lips and think, will he? "I don't know Dean..." I sigh and feel bad. I wish I could say something to make him feel better. "I'm scared Owen." Dean whimpers, I walk to him and pout my lips. "Be strong Dean, maybe it was a one time thing. Did he remember what he did last night?" I whisper to Dean, whose shedding tears. "I don't know...w-we didn't talk much. He told me to beee quite b-because he had a h-head ache." Dean sobs out, I can't help but wrap my arms around him and comfort him, "It'll be okay Dean. Shhh. Shhh. It'll be alright. Just have hope." I whisper as he cries into my shoulder, I hug him tighter and feel myself even tear up. I hope
Ricky doesn't touch Dean against his will, I'm so glad Salem is different from most Masters. Should I tell Salem about Ricky and what he's doing to Dean? I don't know his Ricky, but now I really don't like him. No one deserves this. "Thank you O-Owen...for li-listening to me." Dean pulls away from the hug and cleans his face, I smile at him. "That's what friend are for. To listen and confide in each other." I whisper, Dean smiles lightly. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you as my friend." Dean says softly, I simply smile at him. "Now let's go to class. We can go to the library later and play games on the computer, how's that sound?" I grin as I lead us out of the bathroom. "Can we have ice cream for lunch too?" Dean sniffles, "You can have all the ice cream you want. I'll pay." I chuckle, making Dean start to laugh a little. At least he's not crying anymore, and I'm happy I could help Dean.