Fingertips trailed along my skin, touching me lightly like I was made of glass; like I could be broken into a million tiny pieces with no way to be put back together again.
Little did he know, I was broken. I had nothing but orders to keep me alive. It’d be so easy to not fight, to let the little bit of life in me be taken away by something so simple.
“My...associate...has a great eye for exactly what I like.” He stood in front of me once more, forcing my eyes to be pinned to his naked chest. The hair was thick and curly, coating his tanned skin with its natural sight. “I hear you are clean. Which is great news. I can’t be too careful. Too many eyes on me.”
I had no clue what that meant, nor did I want to know.
“Tell me, boy, what services have you performed before?”
“Many, Sir,” I whispered the answer, afraid to talk any louder than that. “I am capable of doing whatever you wish.”
“You are a dream come true. Kneel, let’s test out that mouth.”
***
The first thing I did when I got put back into the room with the other boys, was brush my teeth. The aftertaste would end up turning my stomach, but the small tricks I’d learned over the years were better than no tricks at all.
I ignored Will, who was the only boy in the room when I returned. At least he seemed to want to ignore me as much as I did him. If it were Erik, there’d have been a million questions that I wouldn’t answer.
What was I going to say? Explain how a cock felt being shoved down my throat? How did his cum taste?
All the men were the same. Mr. S seemed a bit more on the touchy side, wanting a hand on me at all times, no matter if his cock was in my mouth or not. At least he didn’t hurt me for his enjoyment quite yet. It could have been worse, even if the old man made my skin crawl.
After brushing my teeth, taking a shower, and in new clothes, I sat on the bed, legs loosely spread out.
“You met Mr. S.” Will’s voice was too loud, as were his feet slapping on the floor as he jumped from his bunk. “He’s mine, by the way. I’m his favorite.”
Yeah, tell him that, I thought. I shot him a glare as he neared me. “You can have him.” I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be out there either. Out there beyond these walls, or on the streets, or anywhere for that matter.
I was content to waste away, to be forgotten and never remembered.
“If you steal him,” he lowered his voice as he took another step closer to me, “I will kill you.”
“Then maybe I will. Steal him.” The words were out before I could think of them.
I didn’t care how I died, but if it was by some little thing like Will, who I think was maybe a year younger than me, that would be a bit surprising. I didn’t think this boy could have the strength to do much harm to me, but I’d thought that before when a client who had been on his deathbed roughed me up.
Whatever he was about to say next was muted as the door opened, allowing the rest of the boys to return.
Not wanting to be drawn attention to myself, I turned my back, and pulled the blanket up over my head, hiding away the world.
Chapter 5
Age 15
Taking a deep breath, I refused to give my outfit of the night more consideration than it needed. I wasn’t sure what to make of it, and apparently neither did my body.
Sure, certain things were normal, no matter if I was just a slave or a human being. Being stuck in a room with boys for almost a year, erections were a thing. Sometimes, it was more often than others.
As long as we didn’t touch each other, we could take care of the little problem, according to the long list of rules that were in place. We could also cuddle, talk, and kiss. But no touching below the belt, and no falling asleep in each other’s bunks.
Not like there was room for us to sleep together on one of the beds. They were barely big enough for one of us, and we were all on the small side as it was.
I knew I hadn’t grown as much as some of the others. I was still shorter than Erik. I couldn’t say we were friends, since I was the least open person here, and would continue to be. I didn’t have secrets, but what was the point when so many boys came and went in the span of time I’ve been here?
Will and Erik were the only two who stayed. The others hadn’t been here long enough to learn their names or habits. I didn’t try, either.
Speaking of Erik, he was leaning against the door jam, a look of unease even though he looked calm on the outside.
