Kindly Abused | 18+

Chp. 17 Raised in a loving household

*Collin*

His fists were clenched as were his eyes. I looked down at him, my own heart clenching each time his head and shoulders rocked over my thighs. Rocking in rhythm with Master's thrusts. All I could do was try my best not to tighten my grip on Jeremiah's hair, to continue to twist my fingers through his locks gently to try to help him just a little bit.

I wish I knew how to help him better, if I remembered my first time maybe I could help him more.

But I was going to do the best I could for him.

Master wasn't being particularly harsh, he had lubed and prepared Jeremiah. But in the end I could still see the pain in my boy's face. I wondered if that's how I looked, is it how I looked the first time I was raped? What about everytime after? When I was punished when I first met Jeremiah, did I have tears in my clenched eyes like him?

No. When I was fucked in front of this boy I'd grown to care deeply about, I had cried out in pleasure. As my ass was pounded in, I moaned, groaned, and came at the hands of the same man causing Jeremiah such pain right that moment.

What would he think of me now that he's been raped by the man who made me cum? Would he think I was a slut like everyone else I've met in the past 2 years?

I couldn't help but silently sob at the thought. He was going to hate me for finding pleasure from something that he now knew was so horrible. Would he judge me for coming while riding him twice now?

Time just kept going, Master X's thrusts got sloppy and he finished.

I couldn't tear my eyes from Jeremiah's sweet face, even as he opened his eyes. Now hollow from feeling Master shoot his seed inside him.

I couldn't tare my eyes from where Jeremiah's head used to be on my lap as Master X unchained him and threw him over his shoulder.

As I heard Jeremiah sob in shame and defeat. I couldn't take my eyes off my own hands in my lap.

I couldn't help Jeremiah.

I had always held onto the hope, maybe I was the problem. I already knew before I was sold to Lovya that I was just a belonging. Then, I saw someone being broken. Someone I knew was a person before. Someone I spoke to and connected with. I saw Jeremiah break.

I just kept re-watching the event in my mind. I didn't know how much time had passed.

"Are you even fucking listening to me?" I was startled from my state of shock by a slap from Master X.

It was just me and him, Jeremiah was nowhere to be seen.

"Goddamnit, you're supposed to be the trained one." He threw a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt in my face. Mumbling to himself, "Now I gotta deal with a dramatic little boy AND a useless robot??"

I mindlessly got dressed and followed master upstairs. Surprisingly he led me out the front door and to his black Sadan.

"We're going to the main warehouse so Jeremiah can get a better sense of what's expected of him." master opened one of the back doors for me, Jeremiah already gagged, tied, and buckled into the seat on the other side. "I want you to be the good little slave boy Lovya taught you to be so I don't have to mar my angel's beautiful skin like yours." He continued after getting into the front seat.

"I know you are fully aware of the rules of going to the warehouse. Of what you'll need to model for Jeremiah."

The car started up and we were off to the unfortunately familiar warehouse.

I didn't know if I could stand seeing all the slaves being trained and stored there at that moment. I could hardly pay attention to Master X without turning to look at Jeremiah every 30 seconds and re-watching his rape in my mind.

I felt like I would break for real looking at all the pained expressions, now being forced to think about those slaves being people beforehand. Maybe I hadn't been a human in so long I forgot other slaves were picked out of the real world and thrown straight into slavery.

I've always been grateful for Mama Sherri making me her special boy, giving me all the love I didn't have before she bought me. But seeing Jeremiah like this made me just feel guilty that I had a soft launch into this world. Receiving the gift of being brought up as a pet rather than a human.

The guilt was eating me alive to the point that I didn't even realize the car had stopped.

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I do apologize for the short chapter, I felt like it was kinda spiraling and needed to be cut short. I do hope you guys like it tho!

Collin's viewpoint can't really be explained more without piles of exposition which wouldn't be fun to read or be beneficial for the larger story to be revealed all at once.