DemoGrassi

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This chapter is dedicated to the lovely KelliePie

Happy birthday :)

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They wake up the next morning to soft sunlight filtering through the window and quiet giggles.

Mitch quickly sits up, not even noticing Scott fall off the bed until he hits the floor with a thud. This brings him to attention, and he jumps out of bed and is at Scott's side before you could blink.

"I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

Scott opens his eyes one at a time, and they slowly focus on Mitch. "Master?"

"Yeah?"

"Why am I on the floor?"

Mitch can't help it. He laughs a bit as he offers a hand to help Scott up off the floor. "I heard someone giggling so I freaked out and sat up. I guess you were on top of me or something because the next thing I knew I heard a loud thump and you were on the floor," he explains, and Scott nods tiredly. "Okay. Thank you."

Mitch turns to find the source of the giggling, and spots it in the corner, still giggling like a madman.

Jessa and Kirstie are both huddled together in the corner, giggling together and occasionally pointing at Scott and Mitch. Mitch rolls his eyes, glancing briefly at Scott before focusing his gaze back on the spectators. "May I help you?" he says loudly, and Jessa struggles to control her giggles. "Yeah. Father wants you to go to the store," she forces out in between her laughter.

"M-Mistress Jessa? If I may . . . Why are you laughing?" Scott speaks up, exhaustion still lacing his voice. Mitch turns to look at him for a second. "Don't stutter," he commands, and Scott nods. "Yes, of course. Sorry. But why is she laughing?"

"You two are just so cute!" Jessa squeals, and she and Kirstie proceed to continue fangirling. Scott looks at Mitch confusedly, but sees Mitch blushing. This just confuses him more. "I don't — I don't understand." Mitch shakes his head. "It's nothing. You said he wanted me to go to the store?"

"Yep."

"Why can't he send you?"

"I'm not the future ruler."

Mitch rolls his eyes. "Future rulers shouldn't have to get the groceries," he mumbles, but shoos Kirstie and Jessa out anyway.

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Mitch glances nervously around before looking back at Scott. "Okay. I'm going to go get some milk. I'll be right back, alright? Stay right here," he says, and Scott nods. "Yes, Master." Mitch offers him a weak smile before scurrying off to get the milk.

Scott stays in the aisle he's in, walking up and down and trying to find the cereal Mitch had instructed him to find.

"Why, hello there."

Scott jumps at the sound of the voice, turning to see a man that's a few inches taller than Scott leaning leisurely against the wall. Scot smiles softly. "Hello, sir. May I help you?" The man pushes himself off the wall and walks towards him, his eyes running up and down Scott's body. "You're a bit big to be a personal slave, hmm?" he purrs, and Scott slowly backs away from him. "N-n-no." The man looks back up and meets Scott's eyes again, a wicked grin forming on his lips. "Oh, but very attractive. Your master is lucky to have you. Where is he, by the way?"

"G-g-getting some m-milk, s-sir."

"Good, good."

The man grabs Scott's arm and pulls him closer, hugging him to his body. "I'm going to take you back to my house, alright? We're going to see what you can do with those muscles of yours," the man growls into Scott's ear, and Scott shivers at the words, trying to push himself away. "N-n-no. P-please. I-I want-to st-stay with my m-master," he stammers, but the man's grip on him just tightens. "Your master doesn't care about you. You're just another slave to him. But me. Me. I would take care of you, give you everything your little heart desires." As he speaks, the man's hands travel lower and lower until they're hovering over the bottom part of Scott's stomach.

This is when Scott snaps, he yanks himself away from the man and backs away, cursing internally when his back hits the wall. The man's eyes flash with anger, and he lets out a small growl, moving closer to Scott. "You don't obey, I see. Not to worry. I'll stamp that behavior right out of you," he murmurs, and Scott shakes his head frantically, feeling tears pushing at his eyes. "P-p-please. I want to s-stay with m-my m-master."

"I'll take so much better care of you, baby —"

"Excuse you. I do believe he said he wants to stay with me."

Scott has never been more relieved to hear that cold voice, humming with anger. The man whirls in the direction of the voice, and Scott takes that as an opportunity to escape from under him and rush to Mitch's side. Mitch doesn't look at him, but only because he's having a stare-down with the man. Scott simply hides behind his master, shaking with fear and furiously blinking to keep from crying.

"So you're his master. Definitely not what I was expecting."

Mitch's eyes flash, and he takes a step towards him. "I wouldn't underestimate me if I were you."

The man barks out a laugh. "You? You're a foot shorter than me with no muscle whatsoever. And don't think I don't see that bandage on your hand. You're injured. You couldn't do sh*t to me."

"Maybe not me, but my father certainly could. Mike Grassi." Mitch laughs bitterly as panic briefly flits across the man's face. "Yeah. Ever heard of him?" The man is left speechless, and Mitch smirks. "If you value your life, I suggest you get the f*ck away from my slave." The man turns and rushes away without looking back.

Mitch stands protectively in front of Scott until he's sure the man is gone. As soon as he's out of sight, Mitch turns around, so much concern in his eyes Scott physically hurts.

"Are you okay?" Just like that, his voice is back to the soft and gentle one Scott knows and loves.

Scott nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Yes, Master. Thank you, Master," he says softly, but Mitch just frowns. "Scottie, honey, you're shaking. Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yes."

Mitch smiles softly, getting an idea that might make Scott feel better. "You sure you're sure?"

"Yes."

"You sure you're sure you're sure?"

"Yes."

"You sure you're sure you're sure you're sure?"

Scott allows a small smile to light up his features. "Yes, Master." Mitch smiles. "There's the smile I was looking for," he murmurs, and Scott blushes.

"I'll tell you what. As soon as we get home, we'll give the groceries to the kitchen and then we can go watch a movie, okay? You've earned it."

Scott's face immediately lights up. "You had me at 'movie'."