Saving Sawyer [Boy/Boy] - 2013

Chapter 14: Yes Sir

Saving Sawyer: Chapter 14: Yes Sir

Sawyer's POV

               I whimpered in the dark, the only light coming in from outside had to find its way past the bushes that grew in front of the window. I was in his basement, the only room that seemed inescapable to me. I had already slipped out once and now he seemed to take all precautions so that it didn't happen again. I wasn't chained, so I did have limited freedom down here, but being back was taking its toll on my mental health. Being forced in here had unlocked most of the memories I tried so hard to suppress. I wanted to scream but I knew better than to do that. Screaming would just make him angry and he'd punish me for it. 

"Hey baby, I got some dinner." He walked down the stairs, his large build slowing him down a bit. He wasn't exactly a fit man but he did have muscle, at least more than I had. I quickly shoved my cell phone behind one of the many shelves, hoping my message had gone through and hurried to the center of the room, as I was expected to do. I wasn't really interested in the food but I was interested in not being at the end of his whip. He has already given me a thorough thrashing for running away, using almost every piece of disciplinary equipment he owned. My whole body was still sore and I don't think I could handle any more punishment. "I've missed you baby." He pulled a chair up to me and sat down. He ran his free hand through my hair, the other still holding the plate. "Now, if you want the food, you're gonna tell me what I wanna know." He smiled sadistically. 

"Yes, sir." I stared at his boots since I wasn't allowed to look at him without permission. 

"Look at me boy, how did you get out?" I hesitated before allowing my eyes to travel up his body. 

"I - I..." I involuntarily travelled back to that day.  

               I had been locked in his room for over three hours. I was handcuffed to the bed...I whimpered just thinking about it. He had his way before he went to work and he was too tired to take me back down to the basement so he just handcuffed me to the bedpost. Once I was sure he wouldn't be coming back I tried to slide my hand out of the metal confinement but it didn't even budge. I knew I wouldn't have another chance like this and I was desperate. I shoved a pillow in my mouth and scooted off the bed as much as I could. I sat my hand on the nightstand, angling it sideways before I grabbed one of the many marble figurine and held it over my head. I knew it would hurt but I had to get away. I closed my eyes and brought it down as hard as I could. The pain of my hand shattering was blinding. Tears sprang to my eyes as I screamed into the pillow. I cried harder as I slipped it from the cuff, the figurine falling from my hand. I grabbed my shorts and shirt off the ground and slipped them on before darting for the window, forcing it open before climbing out. I had no idea where I was but I just ran. I caught a cab on one of the main streets and had them take me to Vivian's house, hoping my aunt and uncle still lived in the same house. 

               I forced myself out of the memory, thinking of my aunt and uncle hurt too much in my current situation. "I broke my hand." 

He reached down and twisted my cast in his hand, his gaze flat. "That's why you have this." He sat the plate on a nearby table and turned his attention back to me. "I'll have to be more careful this time - hmm?" I suppressed another whimper. He reached over and grabbed a piece of fruit. "Are you going to be a good boy?" 

"Yes sir." I automatically answered before he fed it to me. I hated it. I was almost eighteen fucken years old and this sadistic pervert was feeding me. This is how it continued. He would ask me a question and I would answer it with a 'yes sir'. "Now," He started once the plate was finished. "Since I don't have my other boy anymore, you're going to show me how much you love me." He sat back and unzipped his pants, motioning for me to continue for him. I wanted to cry thinking about the boy that had taken my place and what had happened to him. He was my age...