Baby blue short stories

the d. h. 8

PoV Mason
If I didn't know better, I'd think Will was avoiding me like the plague.

He never came to me anymore and when I tried to talk to him, he was always busy. I missed him.

His warmth, his smile, everything.

So I sank into my depression again, bit by bit, until I had the urge to hurt myself again.

Maybe I was too harsh with him?

"Brother. You're being ridiculous. ", my sister claimed, as she moved her chess piece.

Damn, she had won.

"What's on your mind this time?", she then wanted to know.

"I just, William has been acting weird. I don't get it. ", I replied.

"You think? Stanford has been using him as some kind of sex doll for about two months. I'm surprised he hasn't broken the demons hips yet.", she chuckled.

"He has? I thought that was a one time thing?"

"Mason. Come on. You're not this stupid." , she huffed and put the figures away.

"Why do you think Stanfords in such a great mood?", she added.

"William has been bribing him with amazing sex. I guess it's way better when the demon actually participates in the... activity.", my sister chuckled, then she stood up.

She claimed: "I don't even want to imagine what sick things they've been trying while we were away."

I watched her go, then went to find my favorite demon.

He was cleaning in the library when I finally found him. Up on a ladder, he was dusting books.

"William, I'm sorry. I should've seen what he was doing to you, I, I'm really sorry.", I said.

William looked down at me. Then he went back to dusting.

"William?", I sniffed.

"Leave the demon alone. I don't want him to fall.", I suddenly heard a snarl.

I looked around a shelve. There I saw Stanford. He was sitting on his armchair, reading a book on bdsm.

I growled. I wanted to strangle him so badly.

"When do you want to leave for Africa?", he grinned.

"Why? So you can abuse William as often as your sick heart desires?", I snapped.

"Be careful. I'm the one paying for your pills and everything else. You're nothing without me.", Stanford said calmly, as if that was a completely normal thing to say.

William had climbed down and was walking up to my uncle.

He bowed his head, then asked for a different task.

"Stanford. Leave the demon alone, please. He doesn't deserve this.", I sighed.

"Oh, I know. But don't I deserve the stress relieve?", my uncle smirked. Then he pulled my William into his lap and stroked his thighs.

Then he kissed his neck. William whimpered softly and grabbed for the mans hand.

I gritted my teeth.

"There's nothing you can do to help him, Mason. ", Stanford said.

Then he teleported away with my William.

I broke down. I felt so worthless and weak. William needed me. He needed my help, but I couldn't help him.

I didn't know what to do, this was WRONG!

William deserved so much better. I knew what I had to do.