“He does. But don’t worry, you will get used to it.”
“No, I don’t want to get used to it.”
“You will.”
“But I don’t want to.”
“It’ll be good. You’ll end up begging for it. Then it’ll be a reward. Not having it will also be a punishment.”
Fuck. I had to get out of here.
Marcos
June
After having Nathan in my house with me for a few days, he confirmed something that I was pretty sure I had already known; he was nothing like his father. He was smart and seemed to have his head screwed on well. Considering that Nate’s father basically severed all ties with him a few days ago, he was doing pretty well. I tried to be sympathetic even though I wanted nothing more than to get him started with training.
Diego had behaved, just like I had warned him. I told Diego if he wasn’t good to Nate, that he might find himself on his way back to Rio de Janeiro. And I knew he didn’t want to go back there.
I continued my nightly visit with Diego despite Nate being in the room. I wasn’t sure how Nate would react to watching me fuck Diego. I still had some female company over after dinner each night and made sure Diego and Nate could watch me with the women. Being college aged boys, I knew Nate and Diego would appreciate the sex show.
During the day, Nate watched Diego and I work out and train while he was still acclimating. For the most part, Nate stayed quiet, but I could tell he was taking in what I was doing training-wise with Diego.
I made sure that Nate wouldn’t be able to successfully attempt some break out and flee my place. All of the doors and windows were completely secure. It wasn’t as though I was chaining him up in a room at night. The room Nate shared with Diego was locked electronically. Nate could roam freely in the house during the day. I needed to build trust and for us to get to know one another.
Diego was keeping me informed of how Nate was doing when I wasn’t around. Sleeping seemed to be difficult for Nate, at least right now. I told Diego to remind Nate that he’d sleep really well once I started fucking him in the evening. And fuck, I couldn’t wait for that.
I’d given Nate new clothes including a slew of Team Silva T-shirts and workout gear. Nate had said this was like a luxury prison. He’d change soon. I’d tasked Diego with trying to make Nate feel welcome and as part of a brotherhood. With Diego being an orphan, I wasn’t sure how that would go at first. I didn’t know if he’d be jealous, but I thought Diego liked having someone his age around the house.
* * *
Today had beena week with Nate, and he was already doing better. He’d come out of their room this morning while I was making coffee. I had some sports highlights playing on the TV and didn’t hear him walk into the kitchen until he pulled out the barstool at the breakfast bar.
“Morning,” I said.
My greeting was met with silence. He shook his head at my offer for coffee. I hoped he would start eating more today because so far, he hadn’t had much. With my coffee mug in hand, I sat beside him and muted the TV volume.
“Did you sleep okay?” I asked him.
“Yeah. What am I supposed to do about work?”
“I’m glad you brought that up. You need to call your boss today and quit,” I said calmly and then sipped my coffee.
“Quit?”
“Yes.”
“What do you want with me? Or, what are you going to do with me?” Nathan quietly asked. “I’m sorry my dad owed you all that money. I didn’t know.”
“Believe me, it’s not your fault.”
“He’s always had a gambling addiction.”
“I know.”
“So now you’re keeping me prisoner until I what, work off the debt my dad owed you?”
“I have no intention of making you work. At least, not doing something you won’t like. Your dad barely provided for you. He was selfish. Hell, he kept you from attending college so you could work more and keep his finances in check. But…” I paused to sip from my mug. “I think you’re going to like it here.”
