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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Relationship:
      Dad/Dave_Strider, John_Egbert/Dave_Strider
  Character:
      Dad_(Homestuck), Dave_Strider, John_Egbert, Bro_(Homestuck)
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      Dubious_Consent, Manipulation, Emotional_Manipulation, Abuse, Sexual
      Content, Sexual_Abuse, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Verbal_Humiliation,
      Verbal_Abuse, Sexual_Assault, Abusive_Relationships, Kidnapping, Non-
      Consensual_Bondage, Rope_Bondage, Bondage_and_Discipline, Dom/sub,
      Master/Slave, Begging, Orgasm_Delay/Denial, Orgasm_Control, Forced
      Orgasm, Sex_Toys, Sex_Toys_Under_Clothing, Rough_Sex, Face-Fucking, Face
      Slapping, Spanking, Non-Consensual_Spanking, Punishment, Hair-pulling,
      Multiple_Orgasms, Blindfolds, Discipline, Gags, Handcuffs, Leashes,
      Collars, Sexual_Inexperience, Cages, Sensory_Deprivation, Blood,
      Emotional/Psychological_Abuse, Spitroasting, Drug_Use, Non-Consensual
      Drug_Use, Butt_Plugs, Vibrators, Double_Penetration, Double_Anal
      Penetration, Double_Penetration_in_One_Hole
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      Published: 2014-11-27 Updated: 2015-02-11 Chapters: 8/? Words: 10581
****** Subservant ******
by zackstrider
Summary
     This is the worst punishment he’s given you, by far. You've never
     felt so helpless. Your voice is long gone after begging, pleading
     with him to let you out, please, let you out.

     ~

     Dad is fascinated with Dave and kidnaps him, keeping him as his own
     personal slave. Obviously out of character.

     *ABANDONED* I'm keeping it up for people to read it, but it won't be
     updated anymore.
Notes
     This is a pretty dark story, please proceed with caution. All of the
     potential triggers and details are tagged, you can look through those
     for anything you want to be weary of. This is the first story that
     I've written in a while after taking a break, so please be patient
     with updates. This is also un-beta'd, feel free to tell me of any
     spelling/grammatical errors.
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
You’re in the cage. He calls it your cage, but it’s not. You refuse to call it
your cage. That would imply you had something permanent here, or that something
here was actually yours. This isn't a cage for humans, humans don’t go in
cages, they don’t belong in them. This is a dog’s cage. You might as well be
one to him, you think, with the way he’s trained you.
You don’t know how long it’s been; how long you've been curled up on the cold
metal bottom, your legs bent so your thighs are pressed against your chest, or
how long your arms have been bound above your head, in the metal cuffs biting
into your skin, or how long you've been leaning against the hard bars. You know
they’ll leave marks. You hope they’ll go away. You've lost feeling in your arms
and legs. You can’t see, the leather blindfold invading your senses. You can’t
hear anything, the expensive noise-cancelling headphones blocking out even the
loudest of sounds. You should know, you’re the one who originally bought them.
You never thought they’d be used like this, though.
This is the worst punishment he’s given you, by far. You've never felt so
helpless. You can’t move anything without something hurting or pulling against
your bleeding wrists. The blood that was dripping down your arms has started to
clot and dry, cracking slightly whenever you shift your body. Your voice is
long gone after begging, pleading with him to let you out, please, let you out.
How long have you been here? You lost count a while ago, the lines of day and
night blurring when you’re blindfolded, and falling asleep in small bursts
throwing you off even more. It feels like days, but you think you’d be dead if
it was. You don’t even know if he’s in the room with you, not after he tied you
in the restraints and locked the cage door. You've tried calling out to him
anyway, begged him to let you out. You've apologized profusely, for every
little thing, for not listening to his orders, for attacking him, for trying to
escape. But there’s no sound, no touch, nothing to let you know that he might
be there and he might forgive you and god, do you need his forgiveness.
And then there’s a touch.
His hands lift up the headphones, his smooth voice a soft whisper but sounds so
loud after nothing for so long. “David, you need to stop struggling.”
“Please-” Oh god, is that your voice? It’s hoarse, dry, nothing like yourself.
“Please,” you start again, “Let me out of here, I need to get out, it’s hurting
me. Daddy please, lemme be good, lemme apologize, I-I’m sorry for attacking
you, it won’t happen again.
“Please,” you try to continue, but you don’t have enough air in your lungs. You
end up coughing, the cough consuming your entire body and shaking your frame
against the bars.
His touch his feather-light, stroking your cheek gently, running his finger
along your jaw. You tip your head up in response, eager for any kind of
affection from him. You feel his fingers on your lips and open your mouth
immediately, sucking them in, keeping your teeth covered and messaging them
with your tongue. It’s a test, you now it is, and you hope more than you ever
have to get a good mark on it. The fingers don’t stay long before they’re
sliding out of your mouth and you don’t care as some saliva drips down your
chin.
“Okay, David.” He murmurs warmly, and you can hear the smile in his voice. You
hear him step away and almost let out a sob, pulling against the restraints
before you feel his hand on your cheek again. The sound of the cuffs being
unlocked is music to your ears, and your arms drop to your sides like dead
weight. You wait for him to take off the blindfold, and don’t open your eyes
for a minute. When you do you look around, noticing the room is dim with a
shirt covering a lamp in the corner.
He lifts you out of the cage, holding you tightly in his arms as he walks to
the other corner of the room and sits on the couch. You wrap your arms around
his neck like you’re expected to, and only realize there’s tears sliding down
your cheeks as his shirt begins to get wet. His arms wrap around you and your
frame shakes as sobs start racking through your body. You can’t help it, it’s
terrifying. If he wants to break you, make you mindless so he can just control
you, it’s going to work if he keeps putting you in the cage. You know you’ll
break. Your fingers are clutching the fabric of his shirt as tightly as they
can when you feel his hard cock on your thigh.
You don’t think twice before sliding off his lap. You need to be forgiven, you
need to make sure you’re not going to be punished, anything to avoid being
punished like that again. Your hands slide off his chest and to his belt,
undoing it, then the button, then the zipper, and pull them down just enough,
just like you've done so many other times. It’s already slightly slick from
precum and it makes your mouth water. You don’t hesitate to take him into your
mouth, sucking and tonguing at his slit. The taste is freeing after having
nothing for so long, you swallow the precum, needing something to coat your dry
throat. You moan at the feeling, the fullness in your mouth, the wetness, and
don’t stop sucking even as he starts rolling his hips into your mouth. You
heard him cursing above you, already close, and you try not to think why that
would be.
You redouble your effort, raising your hand and pressing it against your neck
to feel his cock hit the back of your throat. You’re taking him further into
your mouth than you usually do, your gag reflex only reacting when his hips
buck up and you’re not prepared for it. A swipe of your tongue against the tip
of his cock later and he’s coming, filling your mouth and leaving you
swallowing it down eagerly.
Licking up the length of his cock, making sure you get every single drop, even
sucking at his balls, the sweat tasting like water to you, you make sure you
clean up. His hands are on your shoulders, pushing them slightly. “David, stop,
too much.” He sounds breathless, slumping against the back of the couch behind
him and panting lightly, only half doing up his pants once again. You crawl up
into his lap again, mouthing at his fingers when they come up and brush against
your cheek before he runs them along your collar.
You straddle his lap and tuck your forehead against the crook of his neck,
ignoring the rumble of hunger in your stomach. Under your ear his heart is
beating quickly, so loud, it’s oddly calming as you relax, boneless, like a
rag-doll against him. You delight in the way he’s holding you, his arms tightly
around you as you feel his clothed body against your nude one.
The way he kisses the top of your head makes you feel safe, like the cage never
happened. You don’t know how long you both stay there, cuddling, eyes closed,
your hunger non-existent. It could be minutes, or hours, and you don’t care.
You wouldn't have been able to tell the difference anyway. Eventually though,
he stands up and lifts you with him, carrying you to the living room and
sitting you down on the couch in front of baked chicken and vegetables, along
with a huge glass of water. You feel your stomach rumble again as the smell
hits your nose.
You let him feed you small pieces and tip the glass to you mouth to drink.
Chapter End Notes
     I in no way condone anything that happens in this story, I am simply
     a writer writing a work of fiction. This will continue, please be
     patient as I work on it. I would appreciate reviews, it'll motivate
     me to write more.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter was posted at 3:14 am, please excuse (and tell me about)
     any spelling errors.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Master leaves you alone in the living room once he finishes feeding you and you
curl up on the couch, content on watching the movie he left on. You don’t know
where he went but he never ordered you to follow him, so you stay where he
leaves you most of the time. You listen for any sign of movement before finally
looking to your right, down the hall into his study. There he is. Sitting in
front of his computer, looking at it intently as if he were working on
something. You know he’s not, that he’s just watching you. He’s still testing
you; to see if you’ll take advantage and try and escape again. You wouldn’t try
that again, and he knows you won’t.
You’re distracted from staring off into space that you don’t hear Sir come in.
“You’re out of the cage!” His voice startles you, making you jump in your spot
on the couch. You look back as fingers tangle in your hair, staring up at the
bright toothy smile you’ve actually come to like seeing a little. “I missed
you, Dave.” he says to you, stroking the base of your neck gently. You nod in
response, not sure if you’re allowed to speak. Sir smiles, kissing your
forehead gently before walking off to Master’s office. You turn away again,
going back to watching the tv and ignoring their conversation. You’d get in
trouble if you’d have listened, and that’s the last thing you want.
Sir comes back just as soon as he’d left, tugging on your collar as a silent
order to follow him. You pick up the remote to turn the TV off, freezing when
Sir hisses from behind you. You look back to see him shaking his head, dropping
the remote back on the table quickly and looking back at Master. He’s looking
at you from over his computer glasses, and you can see a slight frown on his
face. “Come here, David." He says. “Bring the remote with you.”
You pick it up again, walking to the door of his study and waiting for him to
nod before you step inside. You quickly walk over to his desk, you heart
hammering in your chest. You’re sure you did nothing wrong, but you never know
with him. You’re clutching the remote so tightly in your hands he has to pry it
from you when you stand next to him. “Thank you, David.” he murmured, stroking
your side before turning back to his computer. “Johnathan is waiting for you.”
It takes you a second to register that nothing’s going to happen to you before
you nod quickly, lean down and kiss his cheek like you’re expected to, and walk
up to Sir's room. You knock on the door, waiting for him to open it before
stepping inside and closing it behind you.
He smiles gently at you as he reaches up to your neck, tucking his fingers
under your collar. You close your eyes, relishing the soft touch as he undos
it, pulling it off and laying it on his desk. "Go lie down Dave." He says
softly, knowing how jumpy you can be. "I just have to send something to one of
my teachers and you'll have me all to yourself, okay?"
You nod and do as your told, curling up on Sir's bed above the covers. He turns
on the small TV that he has in his room, showing a movie that the two of you
have watched together before. Sometimes you think they don't have any news
channels to watch, though you don't try to think about it too much. The more
you think about the fact that your brother might still be looking for you, the
more miserable you'll be later on. You opt to just look at Sir do his work
rather than watch the movie, starring as he nibbles on his lip when he tries to
find something, feeling yourself smile a bit as his mouth forms a triumphant
grin as he finds what he was looking for.
"We get to spend the week together, Dave. Dad said he’s going on business." He
says, looking at you and standing up. "Are you excited?"
You nod, because you really are excited. Sir lets you wear clothes when it's
just the two of you, he lets you call him by his name. He doesn't make you do
anything that you don't want to do. He lets you speak freely and rarely
punishes you. Even if he does end up punishing you, they're never horrible.
Usually a short spanking, just until the message is clear. Sir is nice to you.
He comes to sit on the edge of the bed, holding out his hand for you to put
yours in. He frowns as he looks over your wrists, and for a split second you
think you did something wrong. "Dave, what are these from?"
"The cage." You whisper, before clearing your throat. "Master put cuffs on me
and hooked them over my head."
He sighs, clearly exasperated with Master. "He needs to treat you better." He
mumbles. "I'm going to talk to him about it."
You shake your head quickly, squeezing his hands in your own. "H-He'll know I
said something and do it again, please, don't tell him Sir." You whimper.
Sir stares at you for a moment before he smiles sadly, reaching up to stroke
your cheek gently. "Okay." He murmurs, moving slightly and resting your head in
his lap. "Was it scary?"
You nod as he starts running his fingers through your hair, shivering slightly.
"H-He put the blindfold on." You whisper. "And the headphones."
Sir nods, rubbing your side with his other hand. "What did you do, Dave?"
You look down at the covers, curling up slightly and stay quiet.
"Dave." Sir says warningly, expecting an answer.
"I tried to leave." You breathe, your voice barely audible over the TV on the
wall. You feel his fingers freeze in your hair and you try to curl up on
yourself tighter, to somehow hide from him.
“You tried to leave me?” Sir whispers, sounding hurt, and the guilt hits you
like a ton of bricks. It surprises you, really. You thought he’d be just as
furious as Master was. You look up at him, and once again he's nibbling his
lip, his mouth forming a pout. You just nod silently before looking away again.
"I'm sorry Sir." You whisper, because you are. You don't want to make Sir sad.
You don't mean to do it when you do. "I won't leave you."
He brightens up instantly after you say it, leaning down to press a soft kiss
to your cheek. "Lemme see your wrists again." He murmurs, pulling a first aid
kit from his night stand. They both have them in multiple rooms around the
house, just in case you hurt yourself. Or they hurt you.
You raise your wrists obediently, hissing at the sting of the disinfectant
before he bandages them, something he's also done to other parts of your body
multiple times. You should be used to the sting by now.
When you hear the floor creek outside Sir's door your entire body goes rigid
under his hand, and he keeps his hand on the small of your back as an anchor
for you. The door opens and from where you're laying you can see Master's
shoes. He's leaving. You sag in relief.
"David, come say goodbye." Master's order is clear in his smooth voice and you
stand up, walking over to the doorway with your head down, eyes on the floor.
His hand comes up to caress your cheek, and you tilt your head into the touch
like you're expected to. You close your eyes and lift up your chin when he
nudges it, and are immediately assaulted by his lips on yours. You can't say
it's horribly unpleasant, Master just likes to taste the inside of your mouth.
You're not so fond of it.
He pulls away with a hum, his hand going to rest on your shoulder, thumb
stroking your collarbone. "I do wish you wouldn't take off his collar,
Johnathan." He says with a sigh.
"You said I make the rules when it's my time with him and I like him without
the collar. It gives me more room to mark him up, Daddy." Sir blinks up
innocently at him and you wince as Master's fingers curl tightly in your hair.
"And you'll behave yourself, David? I would hate to have to put you back in the
cage so soon." Your breath hitches in your throat and you let out a high
pitched whimper, shaking your head.
"I'll be good Daddy!" You say quickly, trying to fight back the tears you don't
want to spill.
Master smiles down at you and continues stroking your cheek. "I know you will."
Chapter End Notes
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     comments.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Sir waves his hands at Master, shoo-ing him away before wrapping his arms
around your waist. “Dad, you’re going to be late for your flight.” he says as
you tuck your forehead against the crook of his neck, pressing closer when he
massages the base of yours.
You hear Master chuckle and feel him lean in, listening as he kisses Sir’s
forehead and flinching slightly when he runs his fingers through your hair
again. You whimper slightly as he pulls your head back by your hair, making you
look at him. “Be good.” he orders one last time, his eyes cold and his voice
warning. You just nod, despite the pull he has on your hair. He lets go of your
hair and walks out, closing the door behind him.
Relief washes through you and your knees go weak, leaving Sir to hold you up
with a quiet gasp. “Whoa there.” he whispers, guiding you over to his bed to
sit. “I’ll make sure Dad’s gone, then we’ll have a nice bath, okay Dave?”
You nod numbly, wrapping your arms around yourself with a shiver. He’s gone. He
left. You tell yourself. He can’t do anything to you when he’s on business.
You’re just here with Sir.
Sir comes back and you look up at him, seeing the sad smile you’ve started to
get used to. “Cold?” he asks. You nod silently and he offers his hand, helping
you stand up. He tolds your hand as he leads you to the bathroom, sitting you
down on a towel that’s already been draped over the side of the bath tub. “You
can call me John now.” he murmurs softly with a smile.
You look up at John, watching as he starts the water, putting in the drain
stopper before he strips down so he’s just as bare as you are. You look away
after that, though it’s not like you haven’t seen anything before. You hear him
giggle before his hand strokes your cheek and he kisses your forehead. “You
don’t have to be so shy.” he says, like it’s actually that simple. You nod
anyway, looking up at him.
He focusses on the bath again, turning off the water when the tub is full
enough for the two of you. He pauses for a second and your heart rate picks up
when you don’t hear him do anything. He moves again, stepping into the bath and
relaxing against one end of it. He looks up at you next, holding out his hand
so you can take it, helping you get in and settle down between his legs. You
curl up slightly, shivering in the warm water, pressing closer to him when he
wraps his arms around your waist.
“Is the water warm enough?” John asks, running his fingers through your hair
gently. You nod, closing your eyes and resting letting your head fall back to
rest against his shoulder. You’d be content being in this house if this was all
you did, but you’re reminded that that’s not what you’re here for when John
runs his fingers down your neck slowly.
“Can I ask a question?” You whisper carefully, bracing yourself for rejection.
“What?” John murmurs, sounding genuinely curious.
“How long have I been here?”
John hums, probably thinking about it. “I think it’s been a year.” he said.
“I’d have to check though.”
A year? You think to yourself, trying to stop a whimper that escapes from your
lips. A year that you’ve been away from
No.
You don’t remember where you’re from. You don’t remember Bro’s real name. You
can’t remember. You can’t remember anything. It’s just Master and John-Sir-
John, you don’t know, you don’t. Bro could have stopped looking for you. He
could think you’re dead. Everyone you knew could think you’re dead.
Your heartbeat is fast in your ears, blocking out any and all other noise that
happens around you. You’re shivering despite the warm water and you wrap your
arms tightly around yourself with a whimper. You flinch when you feel John’s
hand on your shoulder, recoiling from the touch like he’s burned you.
“Dave?” He whispers, and seems to get more concerned as you start shivering,
squeezing your arms in your hands tightly. “Dave, you’re okay.”
You shake your head quickly, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don’t want to be
here.” You whimper. “I want - I want to be with Bro - home. I want to be at
home. I don’t-” you run his fingers through his hair and you’re sure you pull
some strands of hair out. “I don’t like it here.”
“You know I can’t let you leave.” John whispers, blinking when you move
swiftly, turning your body and resting your hands on his shoulders.
“Please!” You sob, tears streaming down your face.
“D-Dave, I can’t.” John says again, reaching up to cup your face in his hands.
Only a second passes before you let out a quiet keen and go limp in his arms,
sliding down against John again, sobbing into his chest. John simply holds you,
keeping his hands higher than your waist.
You don’t want to be here. That’s why you tried to escape. That’s why you went
on Master’s computer when he fell asleep on the couch, why you tried to hit him
hard enough with your frail arms to knock him out so you could leave, why he
put you in the cage.
John holds you for a few minutes more, letting you calm yourself down. He
starts running his fingers through your hair again, and you press closer to him
in return. You’re too tired to plead with him anymore.
“I think,” John pauses. “I don’t think he’d give up.” he whispers. “Your
brother. It’s why we moved again, after all. But you don’t need him Dave.” he
keeps going. “You have me, and Dad. We care about you more than he could. If he
really did he would have found you by now. But you’re still with me and Dad.
And I want you to stay with us.”
You don’t want him to keep talking.
John waits until you nod silently before kissing your hair gently. “Come on,
let’s get you dried off and we’ll watch a movie, okay?” You simply nod again,
and he helps you get out of the tub, sits you down on the side of it again, and
drapes a towel over your head. You just sit there, shivering, waiting for him
to dry himself off before he wraps his damp towel around your shoulders and
starts drying your hair. He puts his clothes on first after drying you, then
helps you into the t-shirt and flannel pants he brought for you. You remind
yourself that John lets you wear clothes when he could get in a lot of trouble
if Master found out.
He tips your chin up when you’re both dressed and you see his lips are pulled
into a smile. You don’t want to see that smile. “Tired?” he asks, and you just
nod silently. He nods back, taking your hand and leading you back to his room.
He sits down in his desk chair, patting his lap. “Come here.” he says. “I just
have to finish up some school stuff.”
You end up straddling_his_lap, facing him, your legs hanging off the back of
the chair and your arms around his neck. You rest your forehead on his shoulder
again, and he wraps his arms around you. You fall asleep to him typing on the
keyboard.
Chapter End Notes
     Once again, feel free to comment about any errors or just good
     things!
     I tend to post chapters really late...
     the picture that's hyperlinked is by tumblr user ikimaru. that's how
     Dave ends up sitting on John's lap, in case I didn't describe it well
     enough for anyone.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the wait and the shorter chapter. I wanted to get this out
     today before going to bed. Hopefully the next chapter will be up this
     weekend. If not, definitely during winter break. please feel free to
     comment any spelling errors, or just about the chapter! i really like
     reading what you guys have to say, and it was a comment today that
     got me to update
See the end of the chapter for more notes
You stir in your sleep however many hours later to the feeling of a tongue
lapping at your skin. You quickly become aware of just where exactly that
tongue is touching, and it's somewhere you don't like to be touched when you're
not aware of it. For obvious reasons. The loud moan that comes out of your
mouth surprises you, since you weren't even aware that you were making noises
in your sleep.
"Wow," you hear, "Even when you're sleeping, you're still so responsive."
That's when you open your eyes and look down at him, your face heating up as
you blink and register what you see. At some point John must have carried you
to bed because that's where you're lying right now.
Your cock is hard and wanting as John laps at your head, and you moan again
under his ministrations. He hums around you and looks up, his blue eyes meeting
your red ones. He focuses once again on your waiting cock, taking more of you
in his mouth until you feel the back of his throat. You curl your fingers in
his hair as he bobs his head and sucks on you, swirling his tongue around your
head and it’s too much after just waking up. You cry out his name as you come,
arching off the bed, your fingers tightening in his hair.
When you realize what you've done, you immediately let go and try to sit up,
try to move away, try anything, only to be held down by a hand on your chest.
You whimper, looking up at him. “Sir, please, I didn't mean to, I’m sorry.” You
say quickly. You didn't ask, you didn't do what you’re supposed to.
John’s hovering over you and you can’t read his face. You don’t know what he’ll
do - if he’ll punish you. “Dave, breathe.” he whispers, his voice breaking
through the silence and your panic. “You’re okay,” he pets your hair gently.
“You’re so good for me Dave, you’re not in trouble. You didn't do anything
wrong.”
You instantly relax, pressing into his touch. You’re not in trouble. He won’t
put you in the cage. He smiles down at you. “That was a nice snack before
school.” He giggles as you blush, then his face falls. “I have to go to school
soon.” he murmurs. “You know what that means.” You nod in response.
“But!” He grins. “I convinced Dad to just let me lock the door to the stairs,
so you can walk around if you want to. And you’ll be able to go to the
washroom.”
You smile, nodding. “Thank you.” you whisper.
John smiles. “You can come downstairs with me for breakfast, then we’ll
shower.” You nod quickly, leaning up to peck his lips gently.
He giggles at that before standing up and pulling on his clothes. You wait for
him to pass you pajama pants and a sweatshirt, and slip them onto your body
easily. You follow him downstairs and sit down as he prepares a bowl of cereal
for the both of you. Looking down, you mix it around in your bowl slowly before
scooping it into your mouth. You’re hungrier than you thought you were, and
every spoonful you take relieves that feeling. You glance up at John every
couple of minutes and watch him as he gets up to clean his bowl out, making
sure to finish before he turns back around. He holds out his hand for your bowl
and you quickly give it to him, watching him again as he washes out the bowl.
Once he turns around again you get up, taking his outstretched hand as he leads
you upstairs again. You sit on the edge of the tub as he turns the water on and
stripes, then pulls your clothes off and you shiver at the cold air. “Get in,
Dave.” he says, and you quickly follow instructions.
You step into the warm water, letting your head tip back into the stream to get
wet. John steps in after you, already starting to soap you down. You shiver
again when his hands brush against the inside of your thighs, biting your lip.
You hate how your body reacts to their touches without even meaning to. You
hate how they've trained you. You hate them.
John distracts you by stroking you with his soap lathered hand, and your moan
echoes off the shower walls. “Pl-Please, no.” You whimper.
He looks up at you, puzzled. “You don’t want to?” he asks, frowning when you
shake your head. “Why not? Doesn't it feel good?”
You bite your lip. “It-It does, I just- I don’t want it right now.” you
whisper, hoping that excuse will do for now.
John nods slowly, as if trying to comprehend it. “Okay.” he says finally. “I’ll
stop.” You sag against the wall in relief, moving out of the way as John washes
himself.  He finishes quickly, getting out and drying himself off. “Dry off and
get dressed.” he said, pulling on his clothes and going back to his room. “I
have to go soon, so I’ll be locking the door to the stairs.”
You simply nod, starting to get dressed after having dried off. You go back to
his room, sitting on his bed. He comes back in when he’s all ready, passing you
his iPad. “You can play games and listen to music while I’m gone. You won’t be
able to connect to the internet without a password so don’t bother trying.” He
tips your head up, sliding your collar around your neck and locking it in place
with the small padlock. He smiles gently when everything’s ready, leaning down
to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back at four.” he murmured, walking to the
stairs, opening the door and closing it behind him before locking it. He waves
one more time before you watch him walk down the rest of the stairs.
You busy yourself for about a half hour playing Angry Birds, something you find
you can’t actually get angry at. You like the games John has on his iPad.
Sometimes you’re even able to get him through a level that he’s stuck on. He’ll
give you kisses for that, and you’ll get to choose a movie to watch later at
night. You like those evenings. You don’t play the games much longer, before
you decide to switch to reading some of the downloaded books John has.
It isn't until you accidentally open the internet browser that you realize
John’s iPad is still connected to the internet.
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***** Chapter 5 *****
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You stare at the iPad for a long time. Even as the screen goes black once
again, you’re still staring at it. The first time you tried to escape you’d
tried to use Master’s computer, only for him to catch you. You know how that
ended.
This time though. This time no one’s home. This time you might have a chance.
But you don’t do anything. You close the window and move on. You don’t know
what makes you do it, but you do. You can’t remember anything about your
brother. His name, where you’re from, anything. You can’t contact the police
using an iPad, it just doesn’t work. Nothing will work and they’ll find out and
you’ll be punished.
You set the iPad to the side and turn on the tv, content with watching the tv
until you hear John enter the house for lunch. You wait for him to walk up the
stairs and watch as he unlocks the door, only quirking a finger that tells you
to follow him. You get up quickly and follow him down to the kitchen, your ears
picking up him talking to himself.
“Fucking teachers don’t understand that people have lives outside of school.”
He mutters. “None of them talk to each other about assignments or homework or
anything.” He starts being rough with the dishes that he’s going to use, and
you flinch a little when something’s too loud for you. You bite your lip a
little, walking up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist, burying
your face against the back of his neck.
For whatever reason, that seems to calm him down a little and he sighs. “Sorry,
Dave.” he murmurs. “Are you hungry?” you nod silently and he goes back to
making what looks like soup. “Does the iPad need to be charged?” you shake your
head. “Do you need to go to the washroom?” you shake your head again.
You feel him nod as he puts the pot on the burner, glancing back at you. “What
did you play?”
“Angry Birds.” you mumble. “Got passed level seventy-three.”
“Great!” You smile lightly at his outburst before stepping away to go sit at
the table.
“What did your teachers do?” you ask. Better to calm him down now before he
goes back to school and just gets angry again.
“Ugh! Exams are soon and no-one talks to anyone about how many assignments
they’re dumping on us and I have you to take care of this week too and I’m just
really stressed.” he said, before he seems to get an idea. He turns toward you,
walking over and spreading your legs so he can slide between them on the chair.
“But maybe you can help me relax.” he murmurs in your ear, and you shiver.
“You know I take good care of you, Dave.” he nips your earlobe, sucking on it
gently and you can’t help but moan. You’re sensitive there, you can’t help it.
“Don’t I?”
You bit your lip and hide your face, and that only seems to anger him. “Don’t
I?” he asks, curling his fingers in your hair and pulling your head back. You
let out a quiet cry at the pain but nod. “Y-Yes Sir.” you whisper quickly.
John grins, nodding. “Yes I do.” he says, rubbing your thigh with his other
hand gently, getting dangerously close to your already half-hard cock. You
whimper quietly, squirming slightly.
“What is it Dave?” he whispers, pulling you closer so you’re pressed against
each other. You bite your lip, looking away. “You want me to take care of you?”
he trails his hands up your hips and along your back, causing you to arch
against him. “Of course you do.”
He takes a step back, looking you up and down. You’re sure he sees your flushed
cheeks, your shivering, and the small tent in your pants. “Go refresh in the
bathroom.” he smiles gently as you get up and rush to the washroom to wash your
face. You don’t think anything of it when he walks in until he’s pulling your
arms behind your back and pressing your hips against the counter with his.
You feel his hard cock against your ass and go stiff with a whimper. He pulls
up your sweatshirt and ties your arms behind your back with the sleeves
somehow, all while rocking his hips against yours, his breathy moans in your
ear.
“God Dave, you’re so hot.” He breathes before attacking your neck with bites,
sucking periodically to form dark marks.
He moves onto your pants next, tugging them down just under your ass just so he
has access to it. Somehow his fingers are already slick and he’s pressing two
into you, making you cry out and shudder as he moves them. You’re bent over the
counter-top as he shifts his fingers, causing you to cry out as he finds and
massages your prostate.
“So hot, god, now I know why Dad’s always so rough with you. You make the best
sounds.” John presses in a third finger next to the two already in your ass and
it hurts but it feels good and you fucking hate liking it and you hate how his
words make you buck against his fingers.
You whine like a bitch when he pulls out his fingers, pressing your forehead
against the tile as he covers his cock in lube. You whimper when you feel the
head of his cock against your entrance, cursing at yourself when you buck your
hips back against him needily.
You hear him giggle behind you before his fingers thread through your hair and
pull you up so you’re standing on your shaky legs. “Look at yourself.” he
murmurs in your ear, and you shake your head, closing your eyes tightly. You
get a rough smack against your ass for not listening, along with a hard tug
against your hair. “I said look!” he orders, and you have to open your eyes.
What you see is not what you want to see. You see someone who’s a panting,
moaning mess. Whose cock is so hard it’s starting to hurt, whose hips are
rocking back against the person behind them. Who's so far gone but now gone at
all. It’s that moment that John decides to thrust inside you, causing you to
watch yourself cry out in pleasure as your back arches.
He doesn’t give you time to adjust, just starts fucking you at whatever pace he
wants, panting and moaning in your ear, telling you how tight you are, how loud
you’re moaning, how good you feel around his cock.
You let out a sob when he finally decides to touch you, trying to get away from
him only to buck against him thrusting inside of you. He takes that as a sign
that you’re close and starts pumping you faster, bending you over against the
counter and fucking you as best he can.
The only warning you get before he comes inside you is a moan of your name, and
you come with a cry at his final thrust against your prostate. He fucks you
through his orgasm, which lasts longer than yours and makes you whimper at the
sensitivity. He slides out of you after a moment, letting you fall to your
knees on the ground in front of the cupboard covered in your cum.
“Clean it up, Dave.” John says, rather breathless as he wipes himself off and
tucks himself away in his pants. You follow his instructions quickly, dragging
your tongue against the surface and swallowing as much as you can see.
He untangles your arms from your sweater after you finish and helps you stand,
leading you to the couch in the living room. “I think I’ll skip the rest of the
day.” he says as he chains your collar to a metal hook next to the couch. “We
can nap here and then shower later.” he yawns, sitting on the couch and pulling
you with him. He reaches over to the small coffee table, opening the drawer and
taking out one of the plugs they keep in there. He presses it into your abused
hole before pulling up your pants, and you don’t even get the chance to clean
yourself off a bit before he’s pulling you close again, pressing his crotch
against your ass and making you shiver as it shifts the plug.
He falls asleep soon after, leaving you to stare out the window until fatigue
finally overtakes you, and you nod off with him.
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***** Chapter 6 *****
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You wake again to the sound of the tv and soft kisses against your clothed
shoulder. You stir, whimpering when the plug shifts inside your ass. You turn
your head, looking at John. He looks sad for some reason.
“I’m sorry Dave.” John whispers. “I was too rough with you.” he rubs your side
gently. “Will you let me take care of you?” you flinch and his face softens. “I
don’t mean that way. You can shower by yourself and then I’ll give you a
massage?”
You stare at him for a minute, confused to why he feels the need to make
anything up to you. Master is always rough with you, he never apologizes for
it. Sir is rarely rough with you. That might be why. You nod silently, and he
smiles a little.
“You can take the plug out when you’re in the shower, okay?” You nod again,
waiting for him to stand and offer his hand before getting up and following him
upstairs to the bathroom.
He shifts awkwardly on his feet before handing you a couple towels and going to
the door. “I’m going to be right outside, okay?” You know he’s just telling you
in case you need help, but you hear a slight warning undertone to it.
You nod. “I know.”
You don’t start undressing until he closes the door, throwing the clothes John
gave you on to floor, refusing to look down at them. You have to brace yourself
on the counter, whimpering as you reach behind you and pull out the plug. It
drops to the floor and you shudder, panting as you press your forehead against
the cold counter.
You give yourself a minute to breathe before turning on the water, stepping
inside the shower. You make sure the water is a nice temperature before turning
on the shower-head, sighing as the hot water slides down your shoulders and
back. You relish in the feeling before reaching behind you and cleaning John’s
cum out of your ass, deciding to just get it over with before continuing the
rest of your shower.
Once you’ve cleaned yourself out and made sure that it’s gone down the drain,
you pick up the shower gel John usually uses on you and empty some into your
hands, starting with washing your shoulders, kneading the skin softly before
you find your nails digging into your arm. You hiss, pulling your hand away
with a shiver.
You continue with your arms, trying to get as much of the dirt off as you can.
You’re going to spend as much time as you can in here before going outside
again. For all you know this could be the only time you get alone.
You hesitate when you go to bend over before remembering you’re alone, and pour
more shower gel into your hands before washing your legs. The shower’s starting
to smell nice, and you hum quietly at the scent. It smells almost normal. You
could pretend that you’re back home, with Bro, living normally. Actually
living. You’re not living here, you’re just alive.
You shake the thoughts out of your head, not wanting to think about it. Instead
you opt to think about nothing, pouring some shampoo into your hand before
beginning to run your fingers through your hair. You give your scalp a soft
massage, sighing when you let your head fall back into the stream of water.
Making sure you rinse your body off to get rid of any leftover soap or grime,
you end up sitting in the tub, the water pelting your side. It takes you a
second to notice tears slipping down your cheeks before your nose starts
stinking and you’re burying your head in your knees, not sure if your sobs can
be heard over the shower or not.
You don’t know how long you stay there, simply crying, before a John makes a
noise outside that startles you out of your own little world. You make sure to
wipe your eyes before turning off the water and stepping out, quickly wrapping
a towel around yourself. You glance over to the bathroom window, shoulders
sagging when you remember the bars blocking any exit. John’s excuse was that
there had been break-ins before you started ‘staying’ here, but you know Master
installed them to keep you in the house.
You dab at your skin to dry yourself off, waiting until your eyes aren't as red
as they were before, before opening the door again. “I got the collar wet.” you
mumble quietly.
John stands up from where he was sitting immediately, shaking his head. “That’s
okay! We can just take it off, you don’t even have to wear it.” he rambles, and
you smile a little.
“We can go back to my room and I can give you the massage.” John murmurs,
offering his hand. “I can give you a pair of boxers too.”
You nod, taking his hand silently and walking with him as he leads you back to
his room. He hands you a pair of boxers before asking you to lay down on your
stomach on his bed. You slip them on and do so with a sigh, closing your eyes.
You both spend the rest of the evening in his room, his fingers kneading your
body and working out the knots in your tense muscles. He presses gentle kisses
to your shoulders and back, apologizing for being rough, for hurting you, for
forcing you, and eventually it becomes white noise that you fall asleep to.
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The rest of the week goes by smoothly, John doesn't touch you until the Friday
that Master’s supposed to come home, and even then he just ruts against your
ass in bed, he keeps asking if you're okay, making sure he’s not forcing you.
You tell him he’s not in a breathless voice, even though you’re not sure
anymore. He wraps an arm around your body, palming you through your pants until
you finish with him, then cleans you up with him and asks you before he leaves
school if you’ll suck him off when he gets home, and gives you the softest kiss
when you say yes.
That’s how you end up here, settled between his legs and lapping gently at his
cock as he watches something on TV. His hand is running through your hair
gently, telling you how good you’re doing, how good you are for him. You hum at
the praise, back arching and pressing your own hard cock against the couch. You
try to rock back against the vibrator in your ass, clenching around it whenever
he fiddles with the remote in his hand.
You’re not even embarrassed by the moans slipping from your lips, John doesn't
make you embarrassed with them this time. He tells you he loves them, since he
knows it means you’re feeling good. He gently tugs your hair to pull your mouth
away from his cock, only to turn up the vibrator and have you moan out loud.
You look up at his smiling face and bite your lip, your cheeks flushing in
embarrassment.
You both look up when you hear Master walk into the living room, already
slipping off his tie, smirking when he sees the position you’re in. “I’m home
boys.”
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***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
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You quickly avert your gaze from anywhere near Master’s face, staring down at
the couch below you. You feel you heart rate picking up, as well as your
breath, from simple nervousness. Master’s going to be rough, he always is when
he gets back from business. Claims it’s because he misses you, but you know he
just misses the fact that you bend to his every whim.
“Keep going, David.” Master orders from above you, running the tips of his
fingers down your spine and making you shiver. You look up at John - Sir, you
need to start calling him Sir now that Master’s home - pleading with your eyes
for him to speak up, to say something, anything, that will keep Master from
using you yet. He doesn’t say anything though, and you know why. He’s just as
stuck as you are.
“How was your trip Daddy?” Sir asks, trying to distract Master. Master hums in
response, reaching down to press against the vibrator inside you, making you
moan.
“Productive. Was he good?” Master walks around the couch, bending your knees so
your feet are in the air and kneeling behind you.
“Really really good.” Sir responds, stroking your hair again, quickly wiping
away the liquid sliding down your cheeks so Master doesn’t see them. Master
doesn’t like it when you cry.
Master hums again, gripping the vibrator and beginning to thrust it in and out
of you. You arch against the couch, the previous stimulation causing you to
moan louder than before. He lifts you up by your hips so you’re on your knees
and you open your mouth to protest, only to have John - Sir - quickly slip his
thumb into your mouth. He moves your face so you’re looking at him and shakes
his head discreetly.
“We’ll take care of you, Dave.” He forces out through his teeth. “It’s okay.”
You’re left to let out a muted sob against his thumb, pressing into his hand
when he pulls his thumb out of your mouth to shift into the same position
Master’s in, on his knees, in front of you.
“How well did you stretch him, Johnathan?” Master questions from behind you.
“Really well Daddy, didn’t want him getting hurt.” You think John saying that
has the opposite effect he wanted it to, because you hear Master taking off his
belt, running his fingers around your entrance. Your suspicions are confirmed
when you look up at John and see the face he’s making.
A rough slap against your ass has you crying out, making you open your mouth
enough for Master to shove you forward so you engulf John’s cock in your mouth.
“Get back to it, slut.” he orders. You let out another sob, muffled by John’s
cock. He strokes your cheeks and hair, trying to calm you down so you’re not
too loud.
“So good Dave, so good.” He whispers, trying to reassure you. It takes you a
minute before you can start moving your head in earnest. As soon as they come
it’s over, you tell yourself. You press your tongue up against John’s cock,
swallowing around him when you take him into your throat. He moans, fingers of
one hand curling in your hair as the other strokes your cheek.
You hear the cap of the bottle of lube snap open and you shiver, reaching up to
rest your hand against John's hip to steady yourself. It confuses you why
Master hasn't taken the vibrator out, until you feel a finger prod your
entrance next to it. You pull off of John and look up at Master. "D-Daddy wait,
it won't fit, don't-" Another rough slap shuts you up with a whimper.
"Did I ask you, fucktoy?" Master growls, and you shake your head no. "Then get
back to it."
John tips your chin up, kissing you gently. "Come on Dave." He whispers, almost
begging you. "Please." You feel him breathe against your lips.
With a whimper you nod, opening your mouth once again. John slides into your
mouth with a faked moan, starting to thrust lazily. You start moving your
tongue around him, keening loudly when you feel something press against your
entrance next to the vibrator.
“Dad what’re you doing? It won’t fit if you don’t stretch him, Dad-”
“Johnathan,” Master says warningly, and you both shiver at his tone. You know
that tone. That tone means he’s not listening, he’s going to do what he wants
to do, whatever he wants to do.
John shrinks back, petting your hair and stroking your cheek when you look up
at him. “Just keep going Dave, it’s okay.” he murmurs. “You’ll be okay.”
You don’t feel Master prod your entrance for a minute and you think he won’t do
anything, maybe he’ll just watch like before, and go back to sucking on John.
You lap at his cock before starting to bob your head again, pressing your
tongue against the bottom of his length and sucking on his head. You start
working in earnest when John starts moaning out loud again, petting and
stroking your hair gently. Master reaches around you and starts stroking you,
matching the pace with the bobbing of your head on John’s cock.
And then there’s a pressure against your entrance that you know shouldn’t be
there, forcing itself inside and you feel John reach down to take your hand,
letting you squeeze his however hard you have to. You cry out around John’s
cock as Master forces his inside you next to the vibrator. God, it hurts, even
when he turns up the vibrator already inside you.
Master doesn’t give you time to adjust at all, he just starts thrusting into
you and you have to keep your mouth open as Master’s thrusts make you bob your
head on John’s cock, effectively muffling any cries that you make. John’s still
petting your hair and you look up to see him biting his lip roughly as he wipes
your cheeks to get rid of any tears, following Master’s order to fuck your
mouth.
After a while it starts to feel better and you start moaning around John’s
cock, bobbing your head in time with his thrusts. You swirl your tongue around
his head and along the bottom of his length, looking up at him to see his
blissed-out expression and you know you’re doing a good job for him, that’s all
you think about, that you’re being good for John. His fingers curl in your hair
tightly and you have to brace yourself against his thighs as he starts fucking
your mouth, and let him, moaning around him to spur him on. Even when he’s
rough with you he’s still gentle, making sure you can breathe when you need to.
John comes minutes later after you flick your tongue against his head a final
time, spilling into your mouth and you swallow it all like you’re expected to,
lapping at his cock until he pulls away. He’s panting when he sits back down on
the couch so his face is level with yours, his quick breath pausing to kiss
you.
Master’s still thrusting inside you, rougher than before, and you moan into the
kiss. You’re painfully hard, you just want him to come so it’s over with. You
let out a pathetic whine when he pulls out of you, looking back at him only to
be pulled onto his now-sitting lap. He grips your hips tightly and slides back
into you, making the vibrator press against your prostate. You cry out, your
back arching against his chest as your head falls back and rests against his
shoulder. He attacks your neck with bites, sucking hard to riddle your neck
with hickies.
“Johnathan, cuffs.” Master orders, and you hear John shuffle off somewhere. He
comes back soon after, wrapping something around your wrists before cuffing
them_to_each_of_your_ankles. You try to pull your arms away, only to tug your
ankles in the same direction. It takes you a second before you realize you’re
cuffed, and you whimper quietly.
Master doesn’t stop fucking you, each of his thrusts in causing the vibrator
nudge your prostate and making you cry out, rocking your hips back against him
needily as he marks your neck.
“You love Master’s cock, don’t you boy?” Master hisses in your ear. You turn
your head away so you don’t have to hear him, which only makes him thrust up
into you harder.
“Don’t you?” he growls this time. “Don’t you love the way my cock and the
vibrator feel in your ass? You’re stretched wide and still squeezing my cock
like a slut, aren’t you?” his words make you whine, almost proving his point.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock with your whore ass.”
You moan like the bitch you are, rocking your hips to spur Master on, just so
he’ll come already and leave you be. He still thrusts inside you with moans of
his own until finally, finally, he reaches around to stroke you in time with
his thrusts.
“Beg for it, whore.” he growls in your ear and you know you’re not allowed to
come until he gives you permission, until he comes. But you hate begging for
it, you hate that you have to ask him to be done with it. You hate it.
“Pl-Please.” you gasp out anyway, your back arching. “Please Daddy,” you wince
at your own words, “Please let me come, I need it, you feel so good in me, y-
your cock is so big, please!" You beg, rocking your hips back needily against
his.
"Hmm, no." Master groans softly when you whimper, and you scream when his final
thrust has him ramming the vibrator against his your prostate. Everything goes
white as your orgasm hits you hard, effectively surprising you. You feel Master
spill inside your ass and you shiver, whimpering quietly. “I didn’t tell you
you could do that.” He murmurs in your ear.
“I’m sorry!” You say quickly. “I-I couldn’t stop, I’m sorry, please.” He lifts
you off his cock and practically throws you to the side and you can’t land
properly because of the cuffs so John has to catch you. John cradles your head
against his chest, kissing your forehead and cheeks.
Master tucks his cock back inside his pants and looks at you, humming quietly.
“It seems you’ll have to be punished.”
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     *EDIT - JANUARY 9TH* Guys, thank you for all the comments, but you
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     It's only been a little over two weeks, and I do have a life outside
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***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
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     SOMETHING after such a long break.
     The good news; I know exactly what I want to do for the next chapter.
     Bad news? I'm stuck in a rut that I can't quite get myself out of,
     but it'll happen eventually. The only unfortunately side effect is no
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You whimper at the implication that comes with what Master says, but nod
nonetheless. You know you should have held it, you should have done better.
You've been able to do it before, you should have been able to do it again.
Your self-berating comes to a halt when you feel John wrap his arm around your
shoulders, pulling you closer to him. "No, Dad." He says. The words surprise
you and you look at Master to see they've also surprised him. Then you look up
at John, seeing a frown plastered on his face.
"I'm not going to let you punish him. You egged him on, there's no way he could
have stopped with that stimulation." John continues, running his fingers
through your hair. You press into his touch, squirming with a whimper at the
vibrations still buzzing in your ass. John notices and turns it off, pulling it
out of you slowly and cooing at you when you shudder.
"You're not going to let me?" Master questions.
John shakes his head in response. "No, I'm not. I'm going to get him cleaned up
and then we're going to make dinner for you." He looks down at you. "Isn't that
right Dave? We're going to make something special for Dad because he's home
now."
You nod quickly, pressing close to John and looking at Master. "A-and I can
give you d-dessert before bed." You say, even when touching him is the last
thing you want to do.
Master seems to ponder this, though you already know that he'll take a night of
wine and not lifting a finger over doing anything else. It's still the
suspension that kills the both of you, and he knows it. You both sigh in relief
when he nods, rubbing his chin.
"I believe we have some uncooked steak in the fridge that I bought. I'll have
that." Master says, standing. "I'll be in my study. David, I expect you to put
in a plug. You're not allowed to shower until it's with me tomorrow morning."
You nod quickly, anything to get him out of the room faster. You shiver as he
walks by you and John, and you're both still until the door to his study
closes. You think John's  the first one of either of you to breathe, and its
his intake of breath that starts yours again. "Come on," he says softly. "We
have to get you cleaned off."
You nod simply, looking up at him as he undoes the cuffs, letting them fall to
the floor. You watch him as he hesitates before pulling open the coffee table
drawer and taking out a plug. “You have to put this on.” he murmurs, to which
you nod. He kisses your forehead as his hand slides between your legs, pressing
the plug in slowly. You shudder against him, pressing your forehead against the
crook of his neck. He shushes you, petting your hair gently before dressing the
both of you. “Come on, let’s go get you some water.” he smiles, helping you up
and you both walk to the kitchen.
John sits you down at the table before going to get you a glass of water,
having you sip it slowly while he gets everything out. “What do you want with
the steak?” he asks you. “Potatoes, corn and salad?” he smiles when you nod.
“That’s what we’ll do then.” he opens the freezer with a hum, closing it again
and opening the fridge door. “I think the steak is downstairs.” he looks at you
with a smile. “Can you start peeling the potatoes while I look downstairs?”
You nod, standing up and walking over to the counter to start the task, smiling
a little when John kisses your cheek as he leaves. You hum softly as you
continue, not bothering to glance up when you hear footsteps enter the kitchen.
You drop the items you’re holding when you feel the collar being pulled back
against your  throat. Your gasp is cut off by pressure on your windpipe, and
you whimper.
“You seem to have forgotten your place, boy.” Master growls in your ear. “Did
you bribe him with your body to get him to defy me?”
You shake your head, or try to, only to have him pull harder. He wraps his
other arm around your waist, cupping your cock in his hand. You whimper as he
squeezes it slightly.
“You belong to me.” he nips your earlobe, tugging slightly. “You will always
belong to me. Johnathan stepping in will never change that.” he lets go of your
neck and you gasp for air. “Understand?”
You nod quickly, gripping the countertop to steady yourself when he pulls away
and lets go. “I expect dinner in an hour.” you nod stiffy, squeezing your eyes
shut when he rests his hand on your head. “If you were only good David, I
wouldn’t have to remind you of things like this.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” you whisper obediently. You keep yourself from flinching
when he kisses your hair.
“Good boy.” he murmurs before walking out.
John gets back a moment later and you automatically reach for him, curling your
fingers in his shirt and clutching him tightly. He doesn’t ask any questions,
simply wraps his arms around your waist. He rubs your back gently, whispering
quiet praise into your ear. When he pulls away you both get to preparing the
meal again in silence, not speaking if it’s not important. The next time he
speaks to you it’s soft, almost timid.
“Do you want to go get Dad or should I?” John murmurs.
“Which do you think would please him?”
“You should probably go get him.” he starts getting plates together as you nod
silently, walking off to Master’s study.
When you get to the door, you simply stare at the wood, your heart hammering in
your chest. He seemed mad before, you wonder if he’ll have calmed down by now.
You take a deep breath and knock once, twice, three times with your knuckles,
and wait.
Chapter End Notes
     I know, that was lame. But it was something?
     I'm so sorry
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