Saving Her Boys (Revised)

Junkie Whore (6)

Chapter Six: Junkie Whore

✴

✴✴

✴✴✴

✴✴

✴

Timothy's POV

I watched as my new Mistress and playmate snoozed softly. I wasn't tired at all. There was too much on my mind to sleep. I just now got to know these two on a personal level, and frankly, I am relieved. I feared any future relationship due to my scars. Both physically and emotionally. I only gave a brief history of my past relationships. There is so much more. Even though Mistress and Shadow both have terrible pasts, I am scared to tell them mine. Especially since I think mine is still following me. See my last dominant, if you can call him that, was basically a pimp. I didn't know it when I met him. He was a charming man with a mysteriousness that intrigued me. I met him at a local gay bar. A lot of sleazy men offered to buy me drinks and wanted me to go home with them. I wasn't at all interested. I was just there to have fun. And that is when I spotted him. He walked in the door wearing a leather jacket and skinny jeans. The combo itself threw me off a little, but I was interested. He made eye contact with me and smiled. I quickly averted my eyes and focused on my drink.

A mixture of mint and cigarettes filled my nose as someone slid into the booth next to me. I wasn't a smoker, but I liked the smell. Not the "smoke too much" smell, the fresh cigarette smell. I hate those who smoke like 5 packs a day in their house and in their car. It leaves a terrible smell. Now the occasional smoker, I do not mind.

"Whatcha drinking?" The man next to me said.

"Virgin Mary," I replied with a small smile. He chuckled and waved the bartender over.

"A Blowjob for my friend here." He winked at me, causing me to blush.

"Thanks," I replied.

"No problem. What is a fine specimen like you doing here... alone?" He sipped on the water the bartender gave him.

"Just hanging out. Looking for fun." I sighed.

"I can do fun." He grinned. Oh boy. I had a feeling he was one of those guys with the terrible pickup lines desperate people fall for. He was really good looking, and charming.

"What is your idea of fun?" I asked, sipping my Blowjob.

"Come with me and find out." He winked.

Long story short, I did go with him that night. Turns out his idea of fun was bowling and shots. It was a fun night that ended with me drunk and highly satisfied. We continued seeing each other after that. It wasn't until our 1 year anniversary that things started to change. I thought I was in love. I would have done anything for that man, and I did. Whatever he asked, I did for him. Including his friends. At first, it was fun, the occasional threesome. Then it was hot, getting fucked while he watched. But then it got bad, really bad. I was his whore, and not in the good way. He got me involved with drugs. I was soon a junkie. He would shoot me up before one of his friends, I mean his clients, showed up. After a while, I was dependent on him. I needed him, I needed a fix. So I stayed. Continued to be his junkie whore. Until someone saved me. I don't remember the night well. I was high on something. I just remember being in an alley, crying, itching for a fix. Next thing I know, I am clean and in a bed. A bed at the club.

Nicolai explained to me how he found me and where I was. I was absolutely terrified. Where was my dom? Did he know I was here? Man, he is going to kill me! But Nicolai told me that he found me in an alley with a packed bag and a note. The note read: