Alright guys, the story is back from the dead!
The reason I haven't updated the story for 2 months is that I simply haven't had inspiration. I haven't brought myself to writing, nor have I wanted to. It's not until this week that I've wanted to write again. This is also an attempt to revive my inpiation for the future, I want to continue this story considering I received a lot of good feedback on it.
I've tried to make it as good as the last chapter, and I have taken a different approach to this story in writing it from the last chapter where there was a narrator. I thought about this over a week ago, you'll see what I mean when you read the chapter
Enjoy!
The Broken Slave (M/M)Chapter 2: A new homeThis is it… this is the final time I will be sold off as a slave. It’s gonna kill me this time… I thought as I was being led by my new Master to a new home. I was guided as I was before, with Barthor’s hand resting on my right shoulder and my left one being pressed against his firm torso. I was trembling with fear now. I was certain that this time wouldn’t be any different. I was going to get killed without remorse, that’s how Masters are.
I’m gonna get raped and beat at the least, if I’m lucky. I thought as I was being led further up towards the house.
We had been travelling from the slave market to Barthor’s house, and now we were here. We didn’t speak on our way here, we were in complete silence. I looked up at the tall skyscraper building where Barthor lived in his apartment. I noticed from the people walking by that it was a place for residents with money.
‘’This is where I live boy. I live high up in the nearest building’’ Barthor said as he pointed forwards
He led me onwards, towards the entrance of the building. Barthor decided it’s better if we take the high speed elevator up. I soon found that he lived nearly at the absolute top of the building. As we went up and up, I wondered why he had gone through the trouble of buying me. No one else wanted me, why did he? I felt like something was wrong.
It took a few minutes to get to the top, all the while we stood in silence as I looked out through the glass wall of the elevator. The look of the city in nighttime was incredible, tiny lights illuminating the ground. But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that the further up we were travelling, the harder I’d fall from having this new Master. I was slowly on my way to my doom and there was nothing I could do about it.
When the elevator stopped nearly at the top, Barthor gave me a gentle push forwards. I complied and followed by his side as he walked up to a door and deactivated a high-tech security system. He motioned for me to walk in and so I did. What faced me was a large, nice apartment belonging to the well-off stud that bought me.
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I looked down at the slender boy standing in my hallway. He wore nothing but a worn leather strap around his waist. The rest of his body was bare. He was clearly taken by what he saw, I could see that. But I could also see something else. It was the first time I could see any emotion in the boy, but I didn’t like this. Fear. I could see fear in his body. He didn’t even dare look me in the eyes.
Shit, maybe I should have talked more to him before, made him feel more safe. I thought to myself.
But I soon wiped that away. If I was to own this boy I couldn’t show any hesitation or insecurity. I had to feel secure to make him feel secure.
‘’This is where I live. I know it’s a bit large for one person, but I like to have space, especially since you’ll be living here’’ I said in my warmest possible voice
‘’I’m sure you’ll learn to like it here. It’s already getting late so I’ll get us something to eat and then we’ll sleep, okay?’’ I told him, wanting to lure out a response
‘’Y-yeah okay Master… are you sure you don’t want me to make the food?’’ he asked with a nervous voice. I only smiled at his sweet remark.
‘’No, not today. Usually you will, but today I want you to feel comfortable around the here. You can sit down by the dinner table and relax for a while’’ I stated.
I made sure to speak to him in a voice that contained authority and kindness. I wanted him feel safe with me, but have no doubt as to who is in charge.
I made my way into my modern kitchen through a left doorway from the hallway. It must’ve looked pretty exclusive to the boy because he was staring his eyes out. But he didn’t speak out loud. He kept his thought to himself.
I will have to fix that in the future. I thought as I began cooking a fast meal consisting of some fruit, bread and red meat that I was cooking on the stove. It was simple enough, but I was too tired to make anything special tonight. It’d have to do.
As I was getting finished with the meat, I piled up everything on a large plate, and fetched two smaller plates for the two of us to eat from. We would stash up the food on our smaller plates form the big one. It would be like a minor buffet. As I approached the table with the food, it looked as my boy hadn’t seen food for years, and I could see in those eyes that he was starving.
‘’When did you last eat today Blaise’’ I asked him as I fetched water and two glasses
‘’Ehm… I haven’t… eaten since this morning. It was a way for my seller to punish me for scaring off customers. He wanted to motivate me to do my best to get sold…’’ he told with a sad and exhausted voice
I looked in shock at Blaise, he looking down into the table My mind filled with both rage and compassion. Every time I thought of that seller, I was filled with disgust. I couldn’t believe how he had been treating Blaise. Even an idiot could see that the boy had been traumatized. And yet he whipped and starved the boy? I had to fight hard and take a deep breath to regain my self-control. I couldn’t lose my temper, not now. I looked into his eyes as he looked up. They were so innocent, so filled with carefulness and fear. I couldn’t bear to be mad when I looked into them. Those big green eyes belonging to the submissive boy in front of me. They kept me from going mad with rage, they calmed me down and touched the very bottom of my heart.
I soon broke out from my thoughts, and put the glasses down on the table. I forced a smile as I spoke to him.
‘’Then I guess you must be pretty hungry. Just dig in and eat all you want, there should be more than enough for the both of us’’ I said as I put on vast amounts of food on my plate.
I watched him do the same, and even though he hadn’t eaten since morning he only took about half the size of my food before he was satisfied.
‘’I only need this’’ he said as he piled up the small amount of food on his plate. It was a very modest amount for him I thought.
‘’You may take more if you want boy. I’m not going to ration anything for you, eat until you’re full’’
This was what he needed to hear. He gave me an unsure look before taking some more food. He probably thought that I was going to starve him tomorrow if he ate too much. I would assure him that those are unnecessary thoughts. Thoughts that belong to a distant old life.
After a dinner in mostly silence and a one-way conversation, we were both content, and for the first time it looked like Blaise had shown a sign of happiness. He devoured the food like he hadn’t eaten in several years. He even mentioned how it was some of the best food he’d eaten since he was first bought. After that I could see deep sorrow in him again. The same sorrow I saw at the slave market. He was happy when he was first bought. I knew he must’ve loved his old and first Master, but I didn’t want to bring up such things too early. He still needed time to melt down all new impressions.
I let out a big yawn and I could see that Blaise was getting tired as well. I decided that this was the time to go to bed. I’d talk out with him properly tomorrow. Both about rules and expectations. And if I’m able to… lure out some the events previous in his life.
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‘’I think it’s time to go to bed now Blaise, I think we both need to get some sleep after today’’ he spoke to me after the silence of the dinner.
Finally. I thought. I was getting really tired by this point. Even more so after eating the most I’d eaten since my first Master…
I was still filled with grief every time I thought about him. I loved him and fate took him away from me. Even if I will ever love Barthor, he will never have that same special place in my heart.
I was glad when he finally decided to lead me to the bedroom. The dinner was quiet, but I was to blame for that. I was nervous as hell and barely dared speak to him. My previous Master didn’t want me to speak too much. But Barthor, he seemed keen on talking with me and afterwards I felt bad. I felt bad for not returning his friendliness with responding to his attempts at getting a conversation started.
He led me directly from the kitchen into the hallway. There to the left to a side door leading to a room by the northern wall of the apartment. It was his personal bedroom where I’d also sleep. The room was as stylish and modern as the rest of his house. It was clear that he had plenty of money to spend. He had a king-size bed with four sturdy posts of dark wood reaching up to the ceiling.
‘’Okay Blaise. You’ll be sleeping in my bed next to me. But first I want to get that filthy old leather strap around your waist changed’’ he said as he walked towards a drawer.
From there he pulled out another leather strap. But this one was all in all new dark brown expensive leather and looked much more comfortable than my current one. It’s true that my old leather strap was well worn, I’ve had it since I became a trained sex slave. It was something all slaves had to wear. He walked over to where I was standing but paused in his step as he came closer.
‘’This is your first day here, so I’m feeling generous. Do you want me to do it or do you want to do it yourself?’’ he asked as he held the strap in his right hand.
Part of me wanted to do it myself. But hell no, I was a trained sex slave and I was used to other people looking at my genitals. I wasn’t gonna draw back and do it myself. If I wasn’t talkative tonight at least I had to show that I was still an experienced sex slave.
‘’You can do it Master, I don’t mind’’ I said in a voice that as usual was filled with grief as it had lately.
Without a word, he got to it and quickly pulled away the old dirty leather strap covering my genitals and put on the new one. It felt new and weird, but I liked it. It felt like I was beginning anew here. Even if I didn’t want to admit it at the time, something inside me was beginning to like this new Master.
When Barthor was finished strapping the leather on my waist, it was his turn to get himself ready. Needless to say it didn’t involve wearing a strap. He began to strip away his blue velvet tunic and fashionable fabric covering his body. All the way down to the leather boots at his feet.
As Barthor stripped down to his boxers I could see how incredibly fit he was! I hadn’t thought of it before, but my new Master sure had a body to die for. His chest was large with clear toned muscles that could melt away any person. He had beefy arms and thick thighs which were more than twice as big as my own. I looked at his entire body. From his medium length blonde hair and blue eyes, down to his feet that must’ve at least been at size 48. I hadn’t realized how incredibly good looking he was. He was more than that, he was sexy!
I averted my eyes as when I saw him looking at me.
Shit! He saw me staring at him. He’s gonna punish me for that… I thought as I averted my eyes from him, knowing that he saw me.
But a cocky smile painted itself on his lips, and he didn’t show any anger.
‘’It’s okay Blaise, you can look at me. I don’t mind that. Besides, my body does look great doesn’t it’’ he stated with a cocky attitude that was still friendly
I was not prepared for this. I thought he didn’t want me to throw myself all over him and his body. I looked up again at him, noting that he wasn’t mad at all. I just observed his body and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
I could see that he loved showing off his body, he must’ve worked hard for it.
‘’Y-yeah… it does look great Master’’ I said awkwardly and continued to eye his body. I was getting more excited by the minute by it.
No… I can’t do this. I can’t do this to Daemon. I can’t think of Barthor that way. I love Daemon, not him. I thought as I averted my eyes and a dark cloud covered my face. I was certain that Barthor saw that and wanted to ask me what was the matter, but he didn’t.
After a whole minute of uncomfortable silence, he finally walked up to me in his bare form, put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me towards the bed. Without hesitation I followed his move and crept down under the soft clean blankets of the bed.
Oh Gods, they are fantastic! They are clean and… even smell clean. I thought to myself as my nearly naked body came in touch with the bed sheets. They were in a hot red color that engulfed my bare body and kept it warm. I crept to the right side of my bed and lied down with my head to the side. Barthor sat down himself heavily on the bed, making me move up and down on the mattress. He lifted up the sheets and crept under them as well. He looked like he wanted to hold me tight and fall asleep, but he decided to just lie down on his back with the sheets pulled up to his chest.
‘’Goodnight Blaise my boy, sleep well’’
‘’Goodnight Master, and… thank you for treating me well today’’
He turned to the side and stared at my back.
‘’Of course I’m gonna treat you well! I’m your Master and you are my responsibility’’ he said in a slightly louder voice
He didn’t like that I didn’t take that for granted. But there was something else on my mind. Something that had been festering since I was brought to Barthor’s apartment. I had to say it, I had an immense feel of guilt. I regretted the passive way I’ve behaved today when he clearly wanted to ease the tension. I slowly turned around and looked at him with my head lying down at the side.
‘’Master, I’m sorry I wasn’t very talkative today. I’ll better tomorrow, I promise.’’
Barthor gave me a sympathetic look, then put a light hand on my shoulder.
‘’Hey, boy. Don’t you worry about it. I know it must be hard for you to get accustomed to a new life. You’re just nervous, don’t think about it’’ he said in gentle whisper
We fell asleep, looking at each other. Somehow it felt like this small conversation had begun the bonding between us. It didn’t matter that it was nothing more than a few sentences. It felt like I knew some of Barthor’s intentions with me now.
I felt much safer right now than I had ever felt these past 5 months. Maybe things won’t be as bad here as I thought they would.