Gorgeous. (BDSM Boyxman)

One.

                 Nate pov 

          In a million years I would never suspect that my parents would sell me, like a used DVD player and that's what happened to me. Okay, let me track it back a little bit. My father likes to party, he likes to gamble and he hates me because I like boys. 

But I never thought, even with all the anger and homophobia and drunk beatings I got. I never thought that he would sell me. 

I walked into the threshold of the house and something already seemed off. first of all it was quiet and that wasn't normal, there was always something on whether it be the TV or my mum and dad screaming at each other about bills or my dad with his friends etc. but today it was dead fucking silent and when I reached the living room there was...an intervention type feel in the house. at first I thought that it might've been for my dad but my dad was here and he was...calm. 

"Dad?" I said cautiously, thinking that he might be drunk. Dad ignored me, instead some business suit type of man eyed me. He strode over to me, looking me over in a way that made me feel uncomfortable for some reason. 

"You must be Nate." he said, looking at me like property. he turned my chin from side to side, he ran a hand through my hair, relaxing me to my own chagrin.
He took the opportunity to wrench my arm out, inspecting it for.. something I'm not at all sure of before letting me off.
"Yeah, you'll do just fine." He murmured softly before addressing my father "yeah, I'll take him. Consider your debts with us settled Mr Hawthorne."

"Wh-what?" I said, and  at that my mom piped up, she was crying "Go, Nate. Just go, please baby." so I did, walking with the man who wrenched me by the arm and into the back of one of those creepy serial killer windowless vans. Once I was inside I took a moment to notice the surroundings. I could really only tell that there was a mattress and a driver's shield blocking the front. The business like man threw back a paper bag with a chuckle.
"You can sleep if you want to, but eat first." When I did what I was told, not even entertaining the idea that the food could be poisoned he chuckled again.
"Dean's gonna love you."