Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Ten

A New Name

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The smell of Kohlroulade invaded my nostrils and awoke me from my slumber.

I was still tired and it didn't help that the pillow I was sleeping on was so cozy.

I snuggled into it more and it laughed.

Shit.

I untangled myself from Master's body and rolled over the farthest I could get from him.

"I thought you wanted to cuddle." He sounded disappointed.

I groaned as my kindness got the better of me and I rolled back to him and latched onto his side.

"It smells good in here." I mumbled, my face shoved in his neck and my arms and legs wrapped around his waist.

"Shaun's making lunch. He said he would call us when It's ready." He flipped me over and spooned me.

"So how are you?" Master asked.

"What do you mean?" I answered with another question. Certainly he could care less about how I felt.

"Down there." He gestured to our shower facade.

"U-Um... My ass hurts..." I whispered, my face heating up.

After all the things we've done, I still manage to blush when he mentions anything about private parts or sexual intercourse.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened back there I just... You are so sexy sometimes." He joked, but I could tell he was serious about the apology.

"It's fine, it was w-"

"Yo! Lunch's done, get your white asses down here!" Shaun, I'm guessing, shouted from the kitchen.

I pushed the covers off to find that I was naked.

I glanced at Master and he just smirked at me.

"Underwear is the top drawer, shirts on the fourth, pants in the fifth, and socks are in the third." He informed me.

I wonder what's in the second one...

I nodded and half of one foot touched the floor and I was down.

"Oh my lord, are you okay?!" He rushed over to me and helped me to my feet again.

Pain exploded through my spine and hips and I cried out in pain.

"Shit, you said it didn't hurt!"

"Well, now it does!" I argued.

He sighed and his expression softened.

"Just stay still and I'll get your stuff, okay?" He pet my hair and turned to grab me some clothes.

He came back with aqua jeans, a black shirt with skulls on it, and white boxers.

"Do you need help, too?" He thoughtfully asked.

"No, I'm a grown man, I can dress myself." I unfolded the shirt and slid it over my head with ease.

I carefully stepped off of the bed and balanced so I wouldn't fall, but when I slipped one of my legs through the boxers I fell again.

"Okay, seriously, no, let me do it."

Master gently lifted me and placed me onto the bed and dressed me the rest of the way.

"Thank you... Master." I whispered.

He kissed my forehead and slid the glasses he got for me onto my face.

I shoved my face into his neck in embarrassment when he carried me like a sleeping child into the kitchen.

I'm not that small...

He sat down at the table with me in his lap and refused for me to feed myself, instead he shoved more in my mouth every time I swallowed.

I glared at everybody laughing at me and held back Master's hand before he got the cabbage roll into my mouth.

I grabbed it from him and forced two into his mouth at once. He chuckled and fit another one in.

Everyone laughed harder at his chipmunk face and I squished his cheeks together.

After we were finished playing with our food, Master found an old wheelchair in the storage room and he pushed me to the store he was talking about earlier.

'Laio's' was printed on the display window in gold lettering.

Once I was pushed into the store, the smell of watermelon slapped me in the face.

With wide eyes, I glanced at the leather collars, whips, chain leashes, and handcuffs that were placed on purple shelves.

Miniature bottles of lubricant were in rows at the checkout, edible, nonedible, even scented.

I shouldn't be surprised... It's not like he was going to take me to the candy store.

Not that kind of candy, you perverts.

Master smirked and rolled me over to the front counter and a tall, muscular man with pink hair and piercings everywhere greeted us.

"Oh, hello, Connor! How long has it been since we've seen each other?" His voice had a thick French accent, but you could still understand him.

"Sorry, man, but my pet's a little on the bad side with the Po-Po, and we're off the hook for a while. If you watched the news, he's Keith Donnel." Master explained while playing with my now mint green hair.

"Holy shiznits, you got yourself a rulebreaker! So, whaddaya need? We have a sale on the whips." Laio, Ik guessing, winked at me.

I blushed and hid my face in Master's hoodie sleeve.

"I'll have to look into that later, but are you still making fake ID's?"

"Sure! I have two made already, just need to be filled in. On the house?" Laio pulled out two blank cards and told us to wait there.

A few minutes passed and he came back and led us to a white wall and took our picture.

Laio then handed us our finished cards and Master pocketed them.

Before we left, he took me down the different aisles.

"Do you see anything that interests you, pet?" He asked me.

I shook my head no, but we still got some things.

He bought cherry flavored lubricant, women's panties, a whip, handcuffs, a gagball, and some vibrators.

By the time we payed and left the store, my face was on fire and I was probably the color of a tomato, and I had a really uncomfortable and noticable boner.

We got to the apartment in the alley with two new names and ages.

I am now Leanord Schulz, 21 years old, and Master is Marc Hanz, 24 years old.