Law

Crying with happiness

Jack sat on the ground in his apartment at one am, tears falling freely down his face with his phone held so he could watch it. With his sleeping bag over his head, to act as a warmer on the cold night.

" Helllo Everybody my name is Markiplier and today were playing the Don't laugh challenge not to be confused with the try naw to laugh aw. This is Ethan by the way, I don't think we've formally introduced him. And this is Tyler".

Seàn watched happily with a smile that could be confused for a frown and tears streaming down his face. Mark seemed to happy, laughing with his friends. Jack wondered when this was recorded. It must have been not to long ago because it had Ethan in it. Jack smiled brightly at Ethan.

Jack had known him as shy and timid boy but he really let himself be himself in Marks videos. It probably helped that Tyler was there was well.

" I AM THE LAW!" Mark yelled through his laughter as Ethan failed the challenge and sprayed water at him.

Jack couldn't contain myself from his laughter and ended up silent laughing in the floor. Tears spilling from his eyes and his ribs hurting from laughing so badly.

Jack spent that whole night watching all his videos. Then the next day when he returned from work he still had more to watch.
Each day it was like he would see his old master when he got home.
Or at least he could through the screen.

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" You promised you'd give me an update on how Jack is doing" Mark mumbled against Nates clothed chest.

The two had woken up from their interesting night, Nate had refused to take his shirt off. Mark knew he had scars. But he wasn't sure why Nate wouldn't want him to see him.
Although he wasn't complaining.

Nate sighed making Marks head move up and down with it.

" Amy gave Jack a modelling job and he'd been doing photo shoots. He lives alone, that's all I know" Nate said.

Mark lifted his head off of his owners chest.
" Will Jacks photo be in magazines?".

Nate chuckled.
" Only the ones that advertise the slave clothing stores".

Mark smiled brightly, even seeing a picture of him again would make him happy.
" Can we go?".

Nate raised his eyebrows.
" To your clothing store? No".

Marks frowned as he looked like a hurt puppy, laying his head down again. He hated being this close to Nate, but he had no other choice. If he didn't, Nate would do worse to him.

" It would take another night with me to convince me though" Nate stated, slipping out of bed.

Marks eyes lit up with hope again, he watched Nate leave, probably to go have breakfast. The red head himself was left to lay in bed until his owner ordered him not to do so.

" COME DOWNSTAIRS!" Mark herd Nate yell.

The slave stung out of bed, only having his boxers on. He retraced he steps and eventually found the stairs case were he made his way down. The could hear the sound of kitchen appliances running. Hoping that where he had to go he followed the sound.

Mark found Nate sitting at his small round dining table, scrolling through his phone.

" Yes Master?" Mark asked, his words slicing his tongue as he spoke.
He hated hear that words let alone saying it.

" Sit" Nate ordered.

The slave pulled out a wooden chair and sat down across from him. His hands in his lap. The man shivered at his lack of clothes and the fact it was a cold morning.