AWOKEN MONSTERs

Chapter 10

Danny didn’t mind his new clothes….

Red skin tight low cut jeans with a black shirt with red writing, it was more of a skank top.

Extremely flowy but only covered half his stomach, revealing his pelvic v.

Written on the tank were the words ‘sleeping with sirens’

How the fuck do you sleep with sirens?

Aron said it was an old band.

What a stupid name for a band.

Jeff had a house…. Like a really nice house… .Like if you could even call it that..

It was like a fucking mansion. Aron say’s its playboy, that’s why there was a bunny symbol. Danny thought that was the stupidest thing, but he liked looking at the posters of almost naked girls in bunny outfits on the walls.

Aron giggles as he finishes what little chores he had for the night, along with Danny.

“Don’t keep admiring it… If master see’s you staring you’ll be dressed up in one of those by nightfall…..” Aron snickered and fixed his jeans.

He was wearing something different today. Something skimpy and lacy under his black tight jeans.

His shirt was cut off right at his hips, and it kept riding up whenever he bent down to pick something up.

It had been almost a week. Almost three since the last time he’d seen Matt. God Danny hoped the boy was okay.

Jeff had made him do some stuff…. Nothing like being fucked but Danny did find out what it was like to have a dick down his throat, and he must say he was not impressed with the taste.

Danny share’s a room with Aron. It’s just like before except for it’s a larger comfier bed that they share. Aron smiled as they walked into their room for the night. Jeff had to run errands before his guests came over, but other than that both his ‘pets’ had the night off but had to stay in their room unless summoned.

As soon as Jeff had left Aron squealed and made Danny sit so he could speak of what happened.

“I found George…… He works  in Maintenance with Dylan…..”

Danny’s ears perked to the sound of Dylans name.

“SO there alive?” Danny smiled. This was great news too bad there was no way in hell he could see them. But then again why would Dylan even want to see him?

Its not like they liked each other anyways? Right?

Vault rules don’t apply to real world shit.

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Jeff had thought about his decisions for the night. Why give up the tighter bitch for the looser bitch?

Oh that’s right because George had tried to kill him when he said how loose of a whore Aron was when George had brought him up in the first place.

But Danny wasn’t allowed to go back to Dylan…. Maybe he would be good with the drag queen……

But Aron only gets to stay because he enjoys seeing how angry George well get when he talks about fucking Aron.

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George had gritted his teeth at the invite, but you know what. He had no power. He had a fucking owner. He was playing bitch being dressed up in a fucking suit by his ugly ass fucking mistress.

Everything was fucked up. George couldn’t fight her. But he had to fuck her. Some wrinkly wench. Eww.

She was like 50 or something, the thought of her…. Made George gag and throw up a little in his mouth.

George had to behave. God he felt like a bitch as his mistress led him up the stairs to a huge ass fucking house.

“You’re going to be good yes?” Mistress batted her long glittery fake eyelashes .

“Yes.” George mumbled.

“Yes. Yes what?” She raised an eyebrow her voice growing harsh.

“Yes mistress.” George quickly replied and stared at his feet.

The front door opened and they were let in. George was ordered to sit in the main room and wait on the couch. Jeff and the Mistress made  small talk, then it was time for dinner. George was not permitted to eat so he stayed seated in the living room looking at the pictures and posters on the walls. George knew Aron was in the house but he didn’t know where. It was so big he didn’t dare leave the room to search for his love because this wasn’t his terrain and everyone else had more power than he did.

Mistress had called from the dinning room and George quickly followed to her voice. His jaw dropped when he entered the large room. It was large and extravagant with stripper poles in the middle around the table.

FUCKING CHIRST.

“Why don’t you do a little dance for us?....” Mistress pointed at the poles.

No.

Fuck.

The fucking no.

No way in fucking hell.

George stayed silent.

“It wasn’t a question, it was an order…” She growled as Jeff smirked.