Baby blue short stories

coming for me 2

PoV Will
"What do you want?", the boss asked.

"I picked up a little something you might like.", the man grinned, dropping me in front of the others feet.

"Careful, he just threw up.", he added. I tried to hide my face, but suddenly two guys grabbed me from behind and put me on my tied feet. They held me up.

Their boss looked me up and down, then he grinned. The man stood up and grabbed my chin, turning my face a little. Then he yanked at me hair. My hair ties ripped and it fell down messily. My hair reached almost down to my butt. The boss walked around me, then stopped to grab said butt. I gasped.

"Indeed. This one is beautiful. Good job. I'll make sure to get you a promotion.", the boss stated.

He had the guys take me somewhere, to clean me up. I just hoped they'd get the awful smell of blood off of me.

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After I was clean, I was brought to a huge bedroom. They had given me fresh clothes. I was really really fucking scared when the made me kneel next to the bed.

I just did everything they told me to do, sobbing softly.

"Pity. What a waste of a pretty face.", one of the men laughed.

I looked at the carpet, tears falling down.

"He's pathetic, Dan. Pretty, yes, but despite that? Doesn't seem to have any pride.", the other huffed.

I glanced up at him. He was right.

"Naw, you got something to say?", the Dan man chuckled.

I whimpered, then spoke softly: "Please, kill me."

They both laughed.

"No way! You really are fucking pathetic. ", the other man said.

"Please. ", I asked again.

They laughed a bit harder. Dan patted my shoulder.

I cried to myself quietly. The men played cards behind me. Apparently I shouldn't be left alone.

Eventually I heard the door open. The men left immediately.

Their boss must've arrived.

Suddenly someone cut the rope holding my hands behind my back. I moved them slightly. Whoever was behind me, they had a knife.

"Stand up.", the man told me. I was shaking abd frozen in place. Suddenly he pulled my chin up and pressed the knife against my throat.

"You better do as I say, pretty boy. I don't want to spill your blood on my pretty carpet.", he said, close to my ear.

I felt shivers go down my spine.

He removed the knife and I got up on shaky legs.

"Good boy.", he said. I soon stood face to face with Stanford Gleefull.

He looked at me like I was some kind of snack. Suddenly I stepped closer and grabbed the back of my head by my hair. He pulled.

I gasped, then whined in pain. He let go, grinning.

"What's your name?", he asked.

"W-William. William Benjamin Cipher. Sir. ", I replied.

"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful boy. How come they even send you into battle?", the man said.

"I-I-I...being pretty is worthless when you're of lower status.", I sighed.

"I see. So you're worthless to your people.", he chuckled.

I stared at my feet, avoiding his gaze.

"I wouldn't have phrased it like that...", I replied.

"But it's the truth, isn't it? Noone will come to get you. "

"My brothers might!", I huffed.

"Yeah, sure. Lie to yourself.", he laughed, then said:

"Enough of the chatter. These are the groundrules:

You are to call me master or Sir at any time.
You speak when you're spoken too, but when we have sex you will never muffle or hold in any noise.
You are going to do anything I say. No arguing.

If you break a rule, you will be punished."

I swallowed thickly.

"Understood?", he growled.

"Yes, Sir!", I choked out.
I did not want to have sex with him...