A thief in the night

Consequences

"Now Miguel, why would you try to steal from an honest man like me," said James

" I'm so sorry mister " whimpered Miguel

"Don't be sorry?" James says as he puts down his knife on the near by table.

(James put his hand to Miguel's cheek)
"Just tell me why,"  James says in his monotone voice.

Miguel clenched his bound hands and worked up the courage to speak to this man who was quite literally towering over him. I am homeless, I was just so hungry and so cold. I was going to sell the items I stole to try to stay at a hostel or maybe buy some food. Please sir don't turn me in. I don't want to go to jail.

(Miguel's eyes start to tear up)

(James sighs and his face softens slightly)

James gazed at the boy, now noticing the dirt on his face and the smooth skin below it.

(James untied the boy but held on tightly to his wrist.)

"Come," he says in a stern tone.

( James drags Miguel behind him up the stairs holding his wrist tightly)

Once they got to the top of the stairs James pushes Miguel in front of him into a small room, he steps in behind him and turns on the lights.

(As the lights come on Miguel becomes doe-eyed and confused)
("a bathroom?" he thinks)

(James walks in and locks the door behind him)

"Strip," says James

Miguel just stood there and looked at him still confused.

(James rolled his eyes and reached pass Miguel to turn on the water to the bathtub)

He then repeated himself, "Strip"

This time Miguel did as he was instructed.

He first took his hoodie off showing his curly hair and that he was wearing only the hoodie.

James rubbed his hand down his side feeling his skin and the cuts and bruises of sleeping outside.

(Miguel's spine shiver at his touch his hands were warm and strong but seemed to also be gentle.)

He then took off his pants and underwear

James shuts off the water and gestures for Miguel to get into the bathtub. Once more he does as he's told.

The water felt amazing on his skin and
It's warmth was like heaven to his cold and aching bones.

As he sat in the water, James retrieved 3 bottles from the cabinet. He sat down on the edge of the bath, rolled up his sleeves and retrieved one of the bottles. Sqeezing it's contents in his hands. he began to kneed it through Miguel scalp.

The only thing Miguel could think was...why is he doing this...why isn't he calling the police and why do his hands feel so good.

Miguel's thoughts were interrupted by James' words, "Turn".

Miguel, of course, did what he was told. Now becoming familiar with how things go.

With two twists of a knob, the water was back on. James then hit a button and the shower head was on. He detached it and wash the shampoo out of Miguel's hair.

This felt unbelievable to the homeless boy, he had forgotten what it felt like.

After that James abruptly stood up and commanded Miguel to do the same.

He took another one of the bottles and retrieved a cloth. He handed it to Miguel and Miguel washed. As he did this James admired his youthful features. His sharp smooth face,His small lean build, the crux of his back running down to his perfect ass. The soap bubbles clinging to his nude body. Right then and there James made a decision.

He toweled the boy off and put the back of his hand to the boy's cheek.  Then he picked him up.

(A small yip escaped from Miguel mouth)
He sat him on the sink, picked up the last bottle, and began to speak not like before in his short ominous utterances. No this time he spoke.

Without emotion in his voice he proclaimed in a soft but stern, "you are mine. This is now where you live. I own you"
He put a little of the contents of the last bottle in his hand and began to rub Miguel. Feeling every inch of him.

(Miguel just sat there quietly)

He started at his neck and massaged down. He stopped at his torso spending extra time on his chest.

Still speaking James continued " I treat my items very good,  I am a generous and reasonable man. "

(James grabs Miguel phallus)

"but remember you are mine"

(He grips it tighter)

"And I will punish you if you step out of line"

All Miguel could do was shake his head yes and be content.  In all honesty Miguel didn't mind being the mans play thing, he could not suffer any worst a fate in this luxurious home than on the streets.

Hi guys how are you liking the story? How's the pace? I believe good things should be built up in suspense.