The Pet

Chapter 3

Damien woke to near excruciating pain. His back hurt, his legs felt like Jell-O, and his throat hurt the most. He could hardly swallow.

"You awake?"

Damien moved his head slowly and spotted Alexander sitting in a chair by the bed. His expression was grave.

"Master?" he croaked.

"Damien, do you have any idea what you did?"

Damien was confused. Then suddenly everything came flooding back. "I... he stopped, licked his mouth and tried again. I stopped Asher from...from hitting my mom."

Alexander nodded. "And in doing so you have become my fathers target. He is on his way here as we speak."

"Why?" Damien tried to sit up only to be pushed back down.

"He's coming to punish you. You were out of place when you grabbed his arm. I can do nothing to stop him. Do you understand, Damien? I can do nothing to save you from his wrath."

Damiens eyes widened as his face paled. His heart beat faster and a cold sweat covered his skin.

"Alex," Mr. P said coming into the room. "Your father is here."

Oh God, Damien thought. What is he going to do to me?

A few moments later Asher strode into the room and went right for Damien. Adrenaline gave him the strength to get up and stumble across the room. He desperately didnt want Asher to touch him. He could kill Damien with just one kick to the head. He was still too weak even with the adrenaline rush so Asher caught him easily. He pinned Damien to the wall and grabbed a bunch of his hair and yanked it back.

Damien cried out as pain shot through his head.

"How does it feel to be shown no mercy? Answer me, Pet." Asher's voice was filled with malice.

Damien shivered with fear and glanced at Alexander. Mr. P was holding him back stopping him from helping.

"You're mine tonight, Pet," Asher said in his ear. Louder he said, "Mr. P, take my son out of here. I wish to be alone."

No! Damien thought terrified. He watched as Mr. P fought to get Alexander out of the room. With each step they got closer to the door and fear was like a hand squeezing his heart. When the door was closed Asher turned back to him.

"Now its time for me to punish you." He grabbed Damien by the throat and pulled him to the bed. He tossed him down on the white linens and started to undress.

Damien stared horrified as Asher undressed. When he was half naked Asher reached for him. Damien tried to run, but the sheets were silk and he kept slipping. Asher grabbed his foot and dragged Damien to him. He ripped Damien's shirt open sending buttons flying. Asher then unzipped his fly and yanked his pants down his legs. When he lay nearly naked in front of Asher Damien chanced a glance at him. His eyes were crazed with the desire to hurt him. His entire expression was twisted with hatred and satisfaction at Damien's fear.

He leaned over Damien and whispered in his ear, "Play time."

Damien whimpered in fear as Asher laughed. It was the most terrifying laugh Damien had ever heard. It sent chills down his spine and covered his body with goose bumps.

Asher ran his hands along his body and pinched his nipple. Damien cried out in pain. When he looked into Asher's eyes he knew this was only the beginning. The man was a sadist. While still pinching Damien's nipple he lowered his mouth to the other and bit down hard bringing forth a scream of pain from Damien's lips.

"That's it. Let me hear your pain. Let me see it on your face. In your eyes," Asher said, excitement coloring his voice.

When Asher laid his entire body on him Damien stiffened, he was hard. He was getting off on hurting him. Asher rubbed his erection against Damien's thigh and his body responded. When Asher reached for his penis Damien pushed him away and tried to run. Asher caught him before he could get off the bed and pinned him on his back. In his mouth was some wire. He grabbed hold of his left arm and Damien fought him. There was no way he was going to let Asher tie him up. Asher punched him in the face hard. He lay there completely stunned as Asher tied him up. Asher went back to touching him. He wracked his nails across Damien's chest calling forth a cry of agony.

He lowered his bloody hand to Damien's penis and grabbed it roughly. Damien was out of breath so all he could do was moan in protest. Asher stroked him getting him hard and then roughly shoved his finger inside him. Damien screamed. He shoved his face into the pillow nearest him and cried; the pain was unbearable.

Asher roughly grabbed his face and jerked it so he was forced to look at him. "Beg me to stop."

Damien did nothing; as much as he couldnt bare the pain he had to hold out. He was so not going to give Asher the satisfaction of hearing him beg for mercy.

Asher rammed his finger inside him again and again. "Beg me."

After about thirty minutes of being bit, cut and violated terribly Damien couldnt take it anymore.

"Stop. No more." His voice was nothing but a whimper. A plea he could not hold back.

"What did you say?"

"No more."

Asher rammed his finger in him again and Damien cried out as tears slid down his cheeks.

"Ask me."

Damien swallowed hard and licked his lips.

Asher bit him in the side this time. Damien stiffened and whimpered.

"Ask me."

"Please, sir, no more."

Asher's face appeared above Damien's and his smile was filled with satisfaction. "Very good, Pet. Now what will you do next time?"

"I will not interfere," Damien said in a pain filled voice.

"What did you say? Asher said. "I couldnt hear you."

"I wont interfere with your business again," Damien said louder.

"Good. Now that we understand each other Ill let you come."

Asher grabbed his penis and stroked until he came. He wiped his hand on the linen and put his shirt back on not bothering to button it. He cut Damien free from the bed and left the room.

When he was gone Damien curled up into a painful ball and cried. As much as he knew he shouldnt interfere with Asher's business he also knew that he would never let Asher lay a hand on his mother or his sister. So, he knew that this wouldnt be the last time that he would be punished by Asher. The very thought of what else Asher would do to him made him shiver in fear and his heart race.

Alexander stood pacing the living room listening to Damien's screams and cries and it tore him apart that he couldnt do anything for him. When the door opened he stopped and stared at his father. His hair was messy, he had scratches on his arms and God only knew where else. Damien was a fighter he wouldnt have gone down easily. When Alexander's gaze reached his fathers hands his eyes widened. They were covered in blood from the fingertips down to the knuckles.

"What have you done to him?" he demanded.

Asher stopped in front of him. "I punished him and made him realize his place." He then turned and headed out the door.

Alexander ran to his bedroom and burst through the door. Damien was curled in a ball and he was shivering. Alexander strode around the bed and gently laid his hand on his shoulder. He quickly took his hand back when Damien whimpered and cowered away from his touch.

"Damien, its me." Alexanders heart was breaking. Would he survive this? He thought.

"Alex," Damien whispered.

"Yes. Its me." He took a deep breath. "I'm going to roll you over so I can see the damage."

When Damien didnt flinch Alexander rolled him over onto his back and hissed in a breath. Damien's chest was covered with scratches and blood. His stomach had a few bruises and there were bit marks all over his upper body. He noticed pieces of wire at the top of the bed. He gently took Damien's hands and examined them. There wrapped around his wrists were cuts when he fought against the hold and the wire dug into his skin.

He wrapped Damien in his arms and held him close. "Rest. No one is going to touch you for a while. Not even me. Not until you have healed."

Damien cuddled against him and refused to be let go. After about an hour of comforting him and ignoring the tears Alexander noticed that he had finally fell asleep. He slowly unwrapped himself from Damien and left the room.