Breaking the Submissive (SLOW UPDATES!!!)

Chapter 2

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Kyle awoke when his cage was set roughly down outside the car. He opened his eyes and peered through the small opening near the bottom of the blanket, spotting an average looking house, with a dark blue door. The man lifted his cage once more, setting him down again at the bottom of the stairs as he went to go ring the doorbell.

The man had a brief exchange with the new "Master", consisting of small greetings, cash being handed over, and a card–likely with his number on it. The new man walked outside and grabbed the cage by the side handles, lifting it with no problem, despite Kyle being almost 140lbs.

When the blanket was removed from the top of the steel cage, and the door was opened, Kyle carefully stepped outside. His hands and knees met the cold wood floors, startling the submissive. Kyle brushed his blond hair back and looked upwards at this new Master.

He was tall, taller than average, probably about 6' 3". He had a generous amount of black stubble on his face, not a beard, but likely a ten to twelve-day stubble. His black hair was combed neatly back, it was shiny and long. He was dressed in a very formal suit, his shirt tucked neatly into his sleek black pants. His skin was tanned and his hands held scars, some small, some large. His green eyes locked with Kyle's blue ones and he smirked. His teeth were straight but slightly yellowed. "Good evening Kyle."

Evening? How long was I out? Kyle asked himself, the muzzle still locked firmly in place. "My name is Antonio, not that it matters," He made some simple hand gestures as he spoke, "You will address me as Master or Sir. Sir in public, Master in private. Your previous master—Clancy, was it?—Has paid me very generously to break you. He tells me that you're disobedient, despite all of the punishments you have received. You see Kyle, that black mark on your wrist means you're a submissive," He then held up both of his wrists, pushing up the sleeves on his shirt, "Now look, I don't have any marks, making me a Master. In the natural order of things, you fall below me-" He started pacing around, circling Kyle.

He's monologuing, how the hell do I get out of here? Kyle acted interested, his head following Antonio's movements, but his eyes would occasionally flick around, trying to find an easy exit, "-Now I'll take you to your room."

Kyle was suddenly pulled forward by the leash that he didn't even know was attached to. He resisted being dragged forward, using all of his leg and arm strength to remain in place, but Antonio didn't seem to be surprised or phased. Once down the hall (after a good ten minutes of Kyle's struggling), Antonio opened a door on the right, pushing Kyle inside. "This is where you will sleep, and stay." His hands moved towards the muzzle, unlocking it and hearing it fall to the ground with a thud.

When Antonio left, he made sure to lock the door from the outside, taking the muzzle with him. Kyle took a moment to crack and stretch out his jaw, rolling his neck around after being cramped inside of the cage for god only knows how long. Looking around the room Kyle found it to be quite simple. It was painted a nice light gray, with a black accent wall. A queen sized bed sat in the middle of it, with a dark bed frame and gray sheets. There were two windows on the far side of the room, each with black curtains. The windows were, no surprise, locked, and couldn't be broken, no matter how many times Kyle tried to smash the chair into it. The chair matched with the desk that resided in one of the corners, each a nice dark oak.

Kyle sighed, and sat down on the bed, running his hands through his hair and looking up at the white ceiling, watching the ceiling fan spin around and around and around. The gray carpet felt nice underneath his toes as he stood up once more, opening the door to the bathroom and glancing inside. Small, simple. Shower, toilet, sink. All white. Huffing in frustration Kyle turned back to the bed and looked at the plain alarm clock that sat on the nightstand: 7:03 P.M. It was far too early to go to sleep, plus, he was hungry.

Antonio's words echoed in his head, This is where you will sleep and stay. He sat down once more on the bed, laying back and folding his arms underneath his head. His body felt exhausted, despite having done no physical exercise. Must be from my night outside. Kyle realized, slowly drifting off to sleep on his new bed, in his new home.