Control (Boyxboy)

Chapter Eighteen: Stolen

I stepped off the private plane in delight, twirling around in the warm sun like it was my first time feeling it. The sun, the waves, and the beach—what else could I ask for?

Being with Lucas had more luxuries than I had ever imagined, especially now that money wasn't an issue. My teenage years I've always dealt with money problems—but now I've never felt so secure. In the middle of the winter( so close to Christmas)we had flown all the way to Santa Barbara—to of course do one thing I had never done in my life: yachting.

Through all the sunshine and excitement it still didn't relieve the fact that I would be spending my mini summer vacation with Henry. The yacht belonged to David, and of course he invited all of his Dominant friends and their subs to join him. The idea made me sick at first, but the sun was the cure to this excuse of a 'play date'.

Being that as it is, my only solace was my wonderful friend, Emery, whom of course already knew all the other subs and knew exactly what to do. I just had to convince myself to follow in his lead.

Lucas was more than happy to accept David's invitation for a little party on his boat, seemingly joking up with the three other subs and Doms making it a total of eight men on this boat. It actually kind of freaked me—what if it gets really freaky or something?

Bleh. No way could I do that.

I shifted in my spot, feeling so uncomfortable now that I didn't know the four other people.

Lucas didn't seem to notice my discomfort at all and continued to drink light alcoholic drinks at the bar with his Dominant friends while I tried to keep as close to Emery as possible. My plan failed almost immediately when Michael called him over, and my best friend was more than happy to oblige.

I wasn't sure what to do in my situation, but thankfully most of them didn't know either. Emery was the one who started these convos and I didn't know Henry or the other sub( his name I had already forgotten) so I couldn't very well start something!

I was supposed to be talking with them but I couldn't manage a word, too focused on my Dominants smooth, comforting laugh over at the bar. I wish he was right next to me, giving me more of a physical comfort.

"Your name is Benji, right?" the other man spoke, making me jump at such a high pitched voice.

"Yeah, that's me." I spoke, my mouth suddenly feeling like cotton.

"I'm Jeremiah, but you can just call me Jere!" he smiled, "that's a training collar, right? Does that mean you are still under training with Master Lucas?"

I tried not to show my discomfort at the mention of "Master Lucas" and forced a smile.

"Yeah, I'm still in training."

"Oh wow! Personal training, how cool! Don't you think so Henry?"

Henry snorted, and gazed at the collar around my neck with contempt. "Training or not, he's still a pathetic excuse for a submissive."

My eyes snapped over to the blond. I wasn't expecting that kind of opinion from such a soft spoken person.

"Ignore Henry, he's just jealous of you." Jeremiah chuckled, leaving way for another rude comment from the blond.

"As if I'd ever be jealous of someone like him. He isn't a real submissive! He's just some puppy Master Lucas took off the street. A dominant deserves better, especially Master Lucas."

My eyes narrowed at his statement, ready to open my mouth and make my word choice not so submissive like but then it all occurred to me—that's what he wanted. I could clearly see Henry hated me but the reasons why it ran deep were unknown. Maybe because I didn't act like him: the complete submissive.