Drugged Record (BDSM~B×B)

Warmth at Winter Park

A warmth ran over the boy's body. He was thin, barely muscular at all. Beautiful though. Soft yellow blonde hair, that always seemed fluffy. He was to keep it soft and fluffy and prevent it from getting dirty or even having the appearance of dirty blonde. Otherwise, it'd result in a punishment of some kind.

His name was Samuel, and he was unable to ever recall his last name given by his family. It had been washed from his memory. He had a brilliant extensive memory, and he could remember everything told to him by a certain person. A special person.

Samuel felt the warmness of the sun drift over his body, warming up his small cold figure. Like the sun's warm yellow, his eyes were beautiful and the same striking yellow, but dotted with light and dark greens. Small but noticeable circles in his eyes like his freckles on his nose and cheeks.

Beginning to stir a little, he barely opened his tired eyes. His eyelashes fluttering as he looked forward in almost a drunken state. Samuel's body was bare and sore, marks drifting up and down his pale yet tan body. The sun shining down directly on his face, heating him up a little bit. It felt nice compared to the cold night. Sitting up, he felt himself restrained.
A choking feeling on his neck. Nothing odd, he was honestly used to it. It still felt slightly unpleasant. As a punishment for being disobedient, and to prove his skills, he had been instructed to tie a noose and wrap it around his neck. It was tight, and with another rope on his ankle keeping himself down the noose would choke him as soon as he even pushed up.

He sighed and laid there. The sun was such an odd sight to him, but he could barely stare. Samuel had been used to living in the mansion, no clothes to hide his body besides the occasional gift from his favorite man, Luke. Luke Lockhart to be exact. His head hurt a little. Samuel was usually left in a bedroom, unfinished and down in the basement. No windows to see the light. He was always patience for his beloved Luke to come to greet him and give him his breakfast.
Occasionally Samuel would get dinner, which he was extremely grateful for because he could last days without eating. He was used to it at this point.
The excitement of waiting for Luke was still there. He wasn't facing the door, so he had no clue when Luke would come retrieve him to be used for the day. Though with the new warmth and chance, he fell back asleep. Loving the peace he was receiving from being out front.

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Samuel woke up later, his eyes not adjusted totally. He was back in the room he saw as his bedroom. Cold concrete floor. That's why he had been so appreciative of the warmth and light of the sun. Was that what Luke got to wake up to each and every morning? He hoped so, he wanted Luke to be happy.
What fueled Samuel with happiness? Luke. Luke had loud steps, and he heard them on the wood above his head where the stairs began to ascend into the basement where his room was. He smiled, assuming Luke was coming to retrieve him so that he could get to work.
And he was correct when the heavy wooden door opened that Samuel had no chance of forcing himself through opened. The light in his room went on, blinding bright lights he could manage to tolerate. No, he was kidding that. It was a single warm bulb that hadn't been changed in years. It was dim and creepy, but enough to light up the room decently. Luke stood there with his orange piercing eyes looking into Samuel's, who was smiling brightly. Happy to see his favorite man.
"What are you smiling at, you asshole? Eric had to carry your worthless ass down here because you weren't awake out front. I'm disappointed in you."
Samuel's smile faltered, and he hesitantly yet eagerly moved to where Luke went in his small room. A black bucket sat in the corner, and it looked depressing. It didn't even take Luke a minute to start urinating into it but not allowing Samuel to see his member as he did so.
Samuel waited patiently, and flinched a little but smiled as Lukes stream slowed and the last bit of his urine was splashed onto his face.
"Hurry up and finish your breakfast you disgusting prat, then get upstairs. I have work for you."
Luke casually strolled off, and Samuel watched. Happy he had the approval to take his breakfast. When he hears Luke's footsteps back upstairs, he went to licking up and drinking his urine from the bucket. Not upset in the slightest the liquid had gotten all over his face, and slightly in his hair. No big deal.
Samuel made sure to take it all, and with his long but short hair, he sucked the last bit out of it. What had been taught to do that whenever Luke urinated in that bucket? It wasn't at all a bad thing to him, and Samuel made sure he didn't drip anything from his hair as he scurried upstairs, totally naked.
He went to Luke's office in the mansion. He knelt down and crawled over to Luke where he sat on a couch, eating at his own lunch. Steak and tomatoes. Normally Luke would give Samuel a gift of a piece of his meal, but today he had other plans.
"Go take a shower, Samuel. In my room. I'll come to help you with getting dressed once I'm done eating, and I feel that you should be done."
Luke ordered, confirming he would end Samuel's shower as always. Samuel nodded and ran off to shower in Lukes large bathroom, taking in the peaceful and calming aroma that was always faintly present on his beloved.