Sabastian
The club was busy, and on any normal night, I’d have enjoyed the heck out of it. I’d have easily found a boy or girl to play with. All I wanted was to get out of my head for a few hours, and catering to a lonely little would have done the trick.
But there weren’t any of the normal ones that I gravitated to. I wanted a sweet, needy one. One I could hold and read a book to, then just sit and relax.
Instead, I ended up at the bar area, drinking one too many drinks and wallowing in my stupidity and then going back home within an hour.
I hadn’t bothered to watch the camera after I left the house. I didn’t want to see Oakley try to test his boundaries. I didn’t want to punish him more than I would have to already.
I did notice that he shut the bedroom door, though. And the room across the hall. I guess he didn’t want to look at the books now that he for sure couldn’t reach them.
Going into my room, I figured the boy would be fast asleep on the bed, or at least lying there waiting for me. That wasn’t the case.
Instead, he was whimpering in the corner.
“Oakley?” I called, slowly walking towards him. He didn’t move. He froze, not moving even to breathe. So, I called his name again, turning on the side lamp on my way past the side of the bed.
I kneeled, gently removing the blanket from his head. His blond hair was a sweaty mess, but he was, in fact, breathing. Barely.
His eyes clinched tight, thumb stuck in his mouth, and shaking so hard, his back rubbed against the wall he pressed himself up against.
“Oakley? Little one?”
His head shook back and forth quickly, so fast that he’d likely give himself whiplash.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I pulled the blanket down a bit more. Was he hurt? Did he do something he shouldn’t have?
All it did was make him half whimper, half sob, tears leaking from his eyes. He was nearly hyperventilating, and even in my slightly drunk state, I knew something bad had happened.
“You gotta breathe, baby. Come on.” I reached out to touch him, pulling the blanket down more off his body. Other than the sweat and sweet scent that I was starting to like, there was also piss.
Had he peed himself? Was this what it was about?
Oakley kicked a single foot out, but that motion got him tangled up in the blanket and partly in the chain that was still cuffed around him. That only made him freak out more, twisting and sobbing and mumbling around his thumb. I couldn’t make out a single word.
Fuck.
Stumbling to my feet, I swayed for a second, before walking into the closet. I grabbed a shirt as I unlocked the safe with my fingerprint. It beeped, then opened way too slowly for my liking.
Finding one of the syringes that Collin had given me for something like this, I made sure the safe was closed once again before stalking toward Oakley.
He hadn’t moved, seeming to have given up his fight with the blanket for the time being. He lay on the floor, sobbing and choking as he refused to release his hold on his thumb.
I didn’t bother to warn him about what I was going to do. He didn’t seem too aware of what was going on, or who I was. Or heck, even his surroundings.
My heart hurt seeing him like this, but it was hardened enough to not let any of that slip through my tight mask.
I was fucked, but he didn’t need to know that.
A tiny yelp escaped from his throat as I pushed the needle into his arm, quickly squirting the liquid into his body.
It took seconds for it to take effect, leaving the room quiet. Oakley’s ragged breath echoed as he sagged, his body no longer fighting the demons that haunted him.
“Poor little boy,” I sighed, brushing some hair away from his face.
His face was pale with scratch marks from his nails in places. His throat was the reddest, and I had to wonder how long he’d been panicking while I was failing at trying to get him out of my mind.
After a moment, I shook away my thoughts.
