Saving Sawyer [Boy/Boy] - 2013

Chapter 15: Pain and Anguish

Saving Sawyer: Chapter 15: Pain and Anguish

Sawyer's POV

               He grabbed my arm and pulled me back to my feet. "We're going out tonight and if I have to punish you in front of everyone..." He rested his thumb on my chin as he got closer. "...you're not gonna like it." 

My eyes widened at his threat, my imagination going to work thinking up hundreds of embarrassing ways he could punish me in public. "Yes sir." I whimpered, not wanting to get shocked by the collar again. 

"Good, now go back into the room." I did as I was told. I could feel his heavy footsteps behind me as I walked, closing the door behind us. I stood in the middle of the rug, not willing to make a move while he pulled an outfit out of the closet. "Put this on." He threw it at me, the dark material all mixing together on the hanger. It was a short pair of leather shorts and a mesh top, complete with studded bracelets and a thin chain that I guessed was supposed to serve as a makeshift leash. I looked at him, silently begging him to change his mind but he didn't. "Go on." I reluctantly put it on, the leather sticking to my skin and making every movement uncomfortable. It stuck to me, outlining my dick and ass. There was a slit in the back of the shorts, serving as a way of easy access. I felt sick just thinking of where he was taking me in such attire. Pain ran though my stomach, making me groan. It lurched as I ran into the adjoining bathroom and emptied the contents of it into the toilet. "Are you okay baby?" He walked in and patted my back in an effort to comfort me, but his touch always did the exact opposite. I jerked away from him, another round of bile coming up my throat. I cried as the acid coated my tongue and stung my throat. Once I knew I was done I pulled my legs up to my chest and continued to cry into my knees. I hated my life. It was shit. "Shhh, it's okay." He pulled me into his arms and lifted me off the ground. 

"No, please put me down!" I struggled in his grasp. "I'm sorry." 

"It's okay, calm down." He shushed me as he laid me on his bed. I waited for him to yell or lash out, but he did neither. He wasn't like I had remembered. He used to be abusive and demanding...nothing like he was acting now. He sat down next to me and pulled out his cell phone. He hit speed dial and waited for an answer. "Hey, could you come over and look at Sawyer? He just threw up and he looks pale." I always looked pale. I never really got enough sun to give me a tan...let alone any kind of color at all. 

I jolted up. "No." I whimpered and tried to grab for the phone. I knew who he was calling and I hated his visits. His visits only meant some form of pain and anguish. He gently pushed my hands away, not really giving it any more attention. "Great." He snapped the phone shut and shoved it back into his back pocket. "Just lay down baby." His fingers traced the edge of my jawline, slowing toward my chin. I wanted to slap his hand away and back into the corner but I knew better than that. I already wasn't feeling all that great; a few lashings would just kill me. It was bad enough that the evidence of my last beating was still on my skin in the form of pin thin scabs. They crisscrossed my back and thighs, a few wrapping around to my ribs. 

               The doorbell rang and he went off to answer it. Against my better will, I ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I wanted nothing to do with that doctor friend of his and I wasn't going to unlock the door till he left. I leaned against it, my vision becoming slightly blurry before I dry heaved again. "Baby?!" The knob jingled but didn't give way. I stared at the high window, actually thinking I could slip through it and run. All I could think about was getting out of here. 

I took in a breath, ignoring the sour coating in my mouth. "Make him go away!" I yelled as loud as I could, which in my current condition, wasn't very loud.