Baby blue short stories

the depressed human 6

PoV Will
"Please, Sir, please! Don't do this to him."I cried out.

"Keep it together, slave. Mason will go to that interview, and he will assure everyone that he's fine.", Stanford growled.

"Please, I'm begging you, Sir, please!", I sniffed.

My master grabbed me by my throat and pinned me against the wall.

"Deal!", I choked out.

He let go, then asked: "you want to offer me a deal?"

I nodded quickly.

"Alright. I'm listening."

"You won't force Mason into this and in return, I will give you...the best night you ever spend with someone. ", I offered. I bit my lip.

"So you're offering sex in return? I can have that whenever I want, Will.", he chuckled.

"Yeah, but I'll do anything! I could even use my magic to make it more exciting and help us last longer. Please, Sir, please!", I begged and pleaded.

Suddenly he grabbed me and smashed his lips into mine.

Then he said: "deal. But only cause you being wimpy and pathetic makes me want to fuck you, until you forget your own name."

Then:

"How long does it take to get these spells going?"

~late that night~

PoV Mason
I had been looking for Will in the basement, but he wasn't there. That confused me.

Suddenly, as I was walking down the hall, I bumped into my sister. She huffed angrily.

"Have you seen William?", I asked quickly.

"I haven't seen him, but I think I know, where he is.", she suddenly grinned.

"Where?", I asked.

"Stanfords bedroom. At least our dear uncle is fucking someone that sounds like Will.", she said.

I almost dropped my monster energy.

Mabel shrugged, then she walked past me, not without reminding me not to disturb our uncle.

I walked up to his bedroom and listened. The bed was creaking a lot and I could clearly hear moans and whimpers.

I hated it.

Hated the thought of my uncle on top of my beloved William. Of Stanfords hands exploring the body of the man he called a slave .

I left for my bathroom, where I threw up.

~

The next morning I heard Stanford whistling a tune as he made breakfast. How unusual...

William usually made breakfast.

"Where's the demon?", Stanley asked from behind me.

"Tied to my bed. I'm not done with him yet, I'm just taking a break.", Ford explained.

I grimaced.

"You have to stop doing that. ", I claimed.

"It's not okay to rape someone. ", I then added.

"He's doing it voluntarily this time. I swear, his mother must've been a lust demon or else he wouldn't be so talented.", Stanford smirked.

"Leave him alone, Stanford.", I growled.

His smirk grew wider as he said: "no, I don't think I will. He's my property. Remember? He is bound to me."

I stormed off angrily.

On my way I passed the mans bedroom and I could hear William crying softly.

I felt my own tears rise. Why would he voluntarily sleep with my uncle?

Did he not love me after all?

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"If recommend you leave, before I fuck his brain out, Mason.", Stanford said. I stormed off.

Three hours later William brought me my water.

He looked like he was in pain and close to crying.

"William!", I cried out. I put the water on my desk and hugged him.

He started crying into my shoulder.

"Why would you do that?", I sniffed.

"He was going to basically feed you to the wolves! I couldn't let that happen. ", my demon sobbed.

I sat down on my bed and let him lay in my lap, as we both cried .