The plane ride was fine to my cousins, just long. Sarah was wearing a sea green dress that went to her knees. It really fit her form. Her black hair just past her shoulders, and her blue-green eyes seemed to pop with the dress.
We had gotten a cab to Mark's house. I knocked on the door, and waited for at least five minutes. He opened the door, looking like he just had sex, and seemed mixed with emotions. "Hi, Derek, I wasn't expecting you till noon." He says, pulling me into an awkward hug. He does the same with Sarah.
He sees the boxes, and looks confused. "I brought you some of Jasper's crap. You know, the guy who ran away." I tell him, and his confusion clears up. "I have an idea. Let's go to out for some lunch, my treat." He says after looking over his shoulder. We agree and Mark sets the boxes inside. "Let me go change." He says running off. We wait for a few minutes and he comes back.
He took us out for a really nice meal. He got along pretty well with Sarah, and she seemed glad.
He took us back and led us to the guest room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a pair of pants just outside Mark's bedroom door, but I ignored it.
After Sarah seemed content with a quick tour, Mark led us around. He seemed to pause before going into the living room. "It's a mess in there, let's not go in." He says fidgeting. I ignore him and stroll in. It was spotless, but there was a beautiful boy sleeping on the couch. No Homo though.
He had a head of raven black hair that was curling at the end, and porcelain skin. His lips were quite full, but seemed the slightest bit swollen. He had a blanket thrown over his waist hiding his junk. One small odd thing I noticed was a handcuff around his left wrist not hooked up to anything else. Then I noticed Purple splotches littering his neck, jawline, and chest. Just peeking out from under the blanket were bruises. In the very corner of his mouth was some suspicious white goop. Then he shifted, and I saw very faint, scars. Running up his arms, over his chest. Then I noticed a word. Mine. I only know one person that fits that description exactly.
--Jasper's P.O.V--
The past three days were magical. I was never pushed past my comfort zone. Master let me control most things, but I knew he was in control all of the time. I'm pretty sure he has my nail marks scratches on his back. Before he let me nap he showed me exactly what it was to be his. I'm positive that he left bruises on my boney hips. He made sure I had no doubt who I belonged to.
My jaw, neck, insides of my thighs, and chest were probably purple. Before he left, he threw a blanket over my waist, and he told me to get some sleep. I was just coming back to reality, when I heard voices. I cracked an eye open and was blinded by brightness. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and saw someone who I never wanted to see. I groan internally when I remember Master had put a handcuff on me. I was about to open my mouth, when Derek started.
"This is who you come to? Was I not good enough for you? Whatever you say is a lie. I never really cared about you; you were an experiment to me. All that crap I put up was a lie. No one would ever truly love a faggot like you. You're just an emo freak, who has no purpose in life. You should die, but you're an idiot so you couldn't kill yourself. I am way above some human like you. No one likes you. I agreed with what Scott did to you. I was the one who told him to bully you. I was glad I outed you. No one should ever know you or care for you. You are the scum of the earth. No one who is gay should marry or even love. I bet whoever you dated before left and killed themselves, because of you." Derek spits at me. The tears were cascading down my face. I try to wipe them away, but more came.
"I'm sorry." I stutter out. "I bet you are, faggot." Derek spits. He comes over to me and punches me in the jaw. I take every hit he throws at me.
All. Twenty-three. Of. Them.
After every blow I apologized. It was my fault. I deserved everything he gave me. I didn't feel anything anymore. I felt disconnected. I felt one of Master's arms under my legs and the other wrapped around my back just under my shoulder blades. I felt him make sure the blanket was still covering my crouch.
Freak. Faggot. Gross. Disgrace. All the words swarm my head. I deserve all of this. Time passed, probably days, I couldn't tell. I was wanting to eat, but I couldn't. Nothing seemed to matter anymore. I never thought Derek would say those things to me.
My walls had been down, and I was attacked. I had to rebuild them. I was ready to leave this planet. "Please talk to me, pet. It's been weeks. Derek shouldn't have said that, but talk to me." I hear Master beg. I simply stare at my lap.
I wake up one morning to see Master gone. I look around his room, he didn't want me to be alone. Master opened the door after a little bit, and I fly into his arms. He seemed surprised for a few seconds, then he held me tight. I buried my face in his chest, and sob.
After weeks of silence, my voice sounded foreign, and ragged. I told him the whole story. I started with how I knew I was gay. I had a best friend named Matt and soon developed feelings for him. We dated for a little while, but then I found him one afternoon slumped against the wall, with a bullet in his brain and gun in his hand. He killed himself and I shut everyone out. We moved to Greenwood Falls. That's where I met my friends, and Derek. I told him about the guy who took me and then how I was sold to him.
Master never once let go of me. He made me put on some clothes before he walked me down to the dining hall.
Mater had me sit in his lap as he fed me. When I finished I had a quick idea. I pressed my chapped lips against his soft ones. They responded right away, and pressed back. He flicked his tongue against my bottom lip, and I obliged to letting him in. He took my bottom lip and nibbled on it.
My moan was lost in the kiss. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and started to explore. He was the one to break the kiss, our ragged breaths mixing. He placed light kisses on my neck, and back to my lips. He place a fast one on them and threw me over his shoulder. I giggled, a manly giggle, and he squeezed my butt lightly. I squealed and started to wiggle around. He took me up to his office and set me down on a couch.
"I have to work for a little bit, pet." He tells me. I pout and say, "I couldn't help." He chuckles and pats his lap. I sat down on it. It was kind of boring, but he let me draw. He got a call a little while later and put it on speaker. I was still sketching when a clear crisp voice sounded out. "Mark, are you busy tonight?" The voice asked. "No, not exactly." Master responds, placing a finger to my lips. I nod, and they continue to converse.
Master's hands were under my shirt lightly stroking my sides. I had to bite my lip to stifle a moan. The man on the phone was talking about hosting a party, to celebrate their success on the new line of clothes. I was practically squirming on Master's lap; his hands were everywhere, they were lightly tracing my scars, they were twisting my nipples, they were under my waistband, they were trying to get a sound out of me, but I couldn't break. Finally just before the guy hung up, I accidently whimpered. His hands had left my body completely, right before the sound left my mouth.
"I'm sorry that was my pet." Master apologized. The phone guy hung up. "I'm sorry, Master. I don't know where that came from." I apologized and pleaded for him not to punish me. His eyes turned a dark shade, and he grabbed my wrist. I squeaked from the harshness. "The party is tonight, and you are attending it as my plus one. I will choose your clothes and after the party you will receive your punishment, no arguments." He growls. I knew I was in deep trouble.
