Saving Sawyer [Boy/Boy] - 2013

Chapter 7: Nothing More Than a Walking Shadow

Saving Sawyer: Chapter 7: Nothing More Than a Walking Shadow

Sawyer's POV

               I watched as Cade's father pulled him out of the room, my nerves screaming at me to stop him. I didn't want Cade to leave and the only thing that stopped me from acting was my aunt's hand on my shoulder. I felt bad for him...I've been in the place where you feel completely helpless. I just hoped he didn't try the same way out that I did. I slouched further in the bed, "I wanna go home." I grumbled. 

Vivian sat next to me and began fingering my hair, an odd action that I sound remotely soothing. "I know babe, but the doctors don't want to release you yet." We sat like that for a while but not long enough. "Why did you try to kill yourself?" I could hear the pain in her voice and that killed me. I never meant to hurt her or my uncle. I loved them. 

"I still see his face every night." I choked out, his eyes seeming to glare into mine even though he was hundreds of miles away. 

"Whose - your father's?" She readjusted herself so she could look into my eyes. I liked when she did that, I knew she was actually listening to me. 

I shook my head, my eyes glistening over. I didn't want to cry anymore. Even when I was away from him, he managed to scare the shit out of me. I could still feel his disgusting touch and as I looked down at the hospital sheets that covered my waistline, I felt all the pain. 

               I pulled on the leather cuffs that encircled my wrists; my whole body was splayed over his bed as it had been since I woke up here about a week ago. I've only seen him a handful of times considering he only came in to feed me every morning. He quizzed me on how my life would be like under his roof and for every answer I got right, I would get a bit of whatever he was offering. But for every answer I got wrong, I would get three swipes with his favored whip. The reward of food and the fear of punishment gave me a new reason for living. Pleasing him meant I got fed and eventually gaining his trust so I didn't have to be constantly locked up...It was something worth trying to obtain. 

"Hey beautiful." He greeted as he walked in, his hands completely empty for once. Just to show how disappointed I was, my stomach growled with expectant hunger pain. "You ready to get out of that position?" A man followed him in carrying a brown leather bag. I scarcely remembered him from my parent's apartment and my heart began to race. I struggled against the restraints, only to be quieted by a quick slap to my cheek. It wasn't exactly painful so I knew it was only meant to be a warning. He undid the restraints; my wrists marked where the leather had been pulled too tight. I was frozen although every instinct in my body told me to run. I wanted to run so badly but I also knew I wouldn't even make it two feet. After being in the same position for a week, my legs and arms were pretty much useless. The other man dropped his bag on one of the end tables and dug through it until he found a sealed container labeled with a set of numbers. "Hey Beautiful, look at daddy." I did as ordered, even though I was curious as to what was in the container. I wanted to ask what was going on but I knew better than to speak without permission by now. Daddy recuffed my wrists to my ankles and forced me lean against him, making my dick stick out past my body. I hated the position but I didn't dare speak out against it. Daddy covered my eyes with his hand and used his other to hold me against him. By now, my heart was racing and my eyes were tearing up. "It's okay Baby, it'll be over soon." Then I felt the other man's hand at the tip of my cock. His fingers held my length straight and told me not to move. I cried out as I felt a sharp pain at my base. I tried to jerk away but Daddy's arms held me still. A burning liquid was forced under my skin and all I could do was cry. "You're doing great baby." 

"Please," I begged. "It's hurts." 

He leaned his head down so his lips grazed my ear. He kissed my ear lobe and whispered praises that I wasn't listening to. I was too focused on the man that I couldn't see who was currently messing with a very sensitive part of my body. "Do you feel that?" I couldn't feel anything. I was completely numb. I hesitantly shook my head which was a bit difficult since Daddy's hands were still covering my eyes. "Then in that case, let's begin." I could feel him tugging on my tip but there wasn't any pain. In a way, that was a great thing. I was so used to being hurt that not feeling anything caused a form of anxiety but I decided that whatever he was doing, it was probably better that I wasn't feeling it.