My Broken Mate (Man x Man)

Chapter 11

"Take off your clothes!" Mark's deep voice rumbled out, startling little Connor, who regarded him with tear-streaked cheeks and a fearful look in his eyes. Connor stood there not complying with Mark's demand, not only was he upset over his parent's death but also scared and confused about the circumstances.

Mark and Connor had just arrived at his new home after the funeral of both of his parents. Connor was so distraught that he hadn't noticed Mark leading him into the basement until it was too late, Connor had stood there staring at the bare concrete room confused, only snapping out of his trance because of Mark's command.

Connor didn't understand why Mark would bring him into the basement and then ask him to remove his clothes. He stared at him, for a long time before he shakes his head, no in reply, Mark who stood there calm and patiently for Connor to obey, suddenly switched his emotions, his face twisting from the handsome man he was to an ugly enrage version.

Smack!

Connor's head snapped to the side from the force behind Mark's slap, cupping the red bruised cheek in his hands, his eyes brim with tears as he looked at Mark's angry face.

"I'm your guardian now, I own you and you live in my house now, so you follow my rules and do what I order you to do, so when I say to remove your clothes, you do not disobey or hesitate, do you understand me!" Tears fell down Connor's cheeks, as he rapidly nods his head, slowly backing away from Mark as he steps closer to him.

"Take it off, now bitch!"  Connor flinches at Mark's loud shout, his hand flying to unbutton his shirt. His tears falling faster with each button he unfastens, his smooth skin slowly coming into view for Mark's hungry eyes to feast upon.

Letting his shirt slide off his shoulders to lay on the floor, Connor starts undoing his belt before he unzips his pants, gravity doing its job, his pants pooled around his ankles. Connor slowly removes all his clothes, leaving him naked.

An evil smirk plastered on Mark's face, his eyes eating up the creamy smooth skin of young Connor's body, his hands rubbing at the hard appendage bugling through his dress pants while licking his lips. Thinking about how his small body would feel in his arms and how tight his ass must be.

Connor tears never stopped flowing, his bare body trembling from the chill in the air, his feet shuffling and hands twitching at his side to cover his body from the lustful look in his uncle's dark eyes. Connor took a step back as Mark approached him, his heart racing when Mark bends down to retrieve his clothes piled on the floor before he swiftly leaves the room, locking the door behind him.

Connor ran to the door, twisting the knob, realizing that it was locked he choked on his sob trying to open the door that he knows to be locked, his shoulders shake with each loud sob that leaves his lips, his breathing becomes more chopper and his body grows weak.

Connor drags his bare feet to the farthest corner of the room away from the door which is the only entrance and exit of the room, so his body can lean against it to support him. His cries becoming louder with each passing second the thought of his parent's death weighing on him heavily, knowing that they no longer with him make him scream in angst. Connor slides down the wall his nude butt resting on the cement, that reminds him of his predicament.

Connor was confused as to why his uncle would make him undress and leave him here in this room, his cries only grew louder as recalls the sting of the slap that is uncle had given him, his cheek throbbing at the thought, Connor buries his face into his hands, eyes shut tightly his lips in a frown with choked sobs and loud gasps of air being occasionally heard throughout the square room.

Cold, he shivered, it's so cold. Wrapping his arms tighter around himself trying and failing to keep himself warm. His naked skin covered in goosebumps. Connor's tears no longer flow, his cries stopped and his breathing a mess, his mind blanks as he stares at a small crack in the concrete, his eyes red and raw from his crying, blinking slowly.