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A Savage World	By : GabrielPierce Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 2778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Savage World
Daniel shuddered; out he had to get out. People around him, touching him, groping him, grinding against him. The clubs music pounded in his ears in time with his heart. Out, he had to get...Ahh. He breathed in deeply, cold, fresh air pouring into his lungs, freezing sweat on his face. He shivered, suddenly cold after the barrage of hot, sweaty bodies. The music still pounded behind him, lights flashing like lightning, burning into his retinas. Hands still reached out, trying to pull him back in. the tempo increased, his heart pounded in time. Breathe! He couldn't breathe. "Hey you alright?" The voice sounded like it was coming from inside his head. All sound vanished, he couldn't hear, couldn't see. Darkness.
Boom. Boom-boom. Boom. Slow, deep. No other sound but a soft, reverberating boom, boom-boom. Then explosion. Light, sound, colour. He was lying on his back, people staring down at him. He was still outside the club, flat on his back on the steps. He sat up; a hand reached down and hauled him to his feet. Everything blurred. He was pulled out of the gathering crowd, pushed into a car. He dimly realized it was a limo. He fell against the plush interior. There was a snap of leather and his eyes suddenly focused. Steve was yanking on the collar of a dark-haired slave. "Hurry up or you can walk." He stumbled into the limo, falling face first into Steve's lap. Steve growled, kicking him out of the way. "Stupid." The slave cowered on the floor. Daniel dimly noticed how attractive he was. "You want him?" Steve demanded. Daniel blinked, the room spun and darkness enveloped him again.
He woke in his bed, head pounding, his whole body throbbing, it was hard to move. Fuck he shouldn't have had that double hit last night. He convinced his body it was safe to get up and rolled out of bed, staggering into the bathroom. He caught a look at himself in the mirror. He looked shit. Pale grey skin pulled taunt over cheekbones, dim green eyes sunken deep into his head, dull blonde hair slick with dirt, oil and sweat. He shuddered and turned to the toilet to empty his bursting bladder. After a cold shower he slid into the closest thing he had to clean clothes, jeans and a tight fitting black shirt, red flames licking up the sleeves. His stomach rumbled, well at least it wasn't heaving. Blindly he stalked into the main room, heading straight for the fridge. THUMP! He sprawled onto the cold tiles of the kitchen. "What the fuck!?" He glanced in the direction of his feet to discover a man kneeling, forehead on the ground in the middle of the room. "Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in my house?" It wasn't a house, it was an apartment, but Daniel wasn't in the mood to be pedantic. "Well?" he demanded. The man didn't move. Didn't speak. Regaining his feet, Daniel stomped towards him. He was wearing a slave collar, the leash trailing between his naked shoulder blades. A piece of paper with a scrawled message taped to his arse. Daniel yanked it off, the room spinning, his body protesting the sudden movement. `Since you seem so interested, he's yours.' Daniel blinked. Interested? It bore Steve's mark. He glanced down at the slave; he looked like he'd been there all night. He looked cold Daniel absently noted. Last night? What had happened last night?
"So do you like the present?" "No. I don't want your slave Steve. What the hell am I supposed to do with him?" "Don't be like that. I'm sure you'll find something for him to do, he's very useful." "I don't have anything for him to do. I don't want him." "I even took the liberty of registering him in your name for you, as a gift." Daniel growled down the phone line. "Steve, I didn't ask for a slave, I don't want him, take him back." "No can do Danny boy, he's all yours." The line cut out and Daniel was left fuming. The slave hadn't moved. He redialed Steve's number. "Steve…" he began. "Oh yeah, his name's Daz, Darren, something like that." Then he was gone again and Daniel couldn't get the phone to reconnect. He threw it across the room, growling in fury. He had no slaves for a reason, he liked his privacy. "Now I'm going to have to feed you, clothe you and god knows what else." He ranted, stomping around the apartment, throwing various items at the walls. He fumed, then suddenly stopped, maybe he could palm him off onto someone else. Retrieving the phone he rang everyone he knew, everyoe e could think of. No one needed or wanted an extra slave. Though if he'd called yesterday his mother had needed a handy man. He groaned. Only Mare was genuinely interested. Daniel shuddered, he'd sooner sell himself than any poor unfortunate to Mare, rumor had it most slaves didn't even survive their first night with her. No one deserved that.
Fury dissipating his stomach rumbled. Giving in he conceded he'd have to keep him till someone could take him off his hands, or more accurately off his carpet. "Get up." He ordered. Slowly the mans head rose. His eyes were black, one swollen entirely shut, his left cheek a bleeding mess and his lips bruised and weeping. "Oh Jesus." He groaned. "Can you even get up?" He rocked back on his heels, his chest covered lightly in hair and more black, blue and purple marks. They were fresh, Daniel didn't remember seeing them last night. "I'll get a doctor." In the half-hour wait Daniel made himself breakfast. "I'd offer you some but I think it'll be better to wait till the doctors seen you." He didn't argue, well Daniel guessed he wasn't going to was he? He didn't even speak, just sat there on his knees waiting. Daniel didn't know what to do with him. He didn't want him, he sighed, but he was stuck with him, maybe he should make the most of it. He needed washing done. The man shivered. Daniel slowly approached him. "Daz? Darren? Is that your name?" He nodded. "Are you cold?" He froze, then slowly nodded again. He might be an untimely nuisance but Daniel wasn't entirely without heart. He rummaged amongst his clothes and pulled out a silk blue button up shirt. "Come here." He stood and walked towards him. "Put this on." He pulled it on but left the buttons. "Do it up." He glanced up briefly, helpless, hands at his sides, two fingers on each hand swollen and disjointed. "Jesus Christ." He swore. Growling he did up the buttons for him, finally unclipping the leash. "Guess you don't really need this right now." There was a knock at the door. "Should be the doctor." He grumbled and answered it.
The doctor strode into a large, open planned apartment. The walls were white, the floor, both carpet and tiles white also. It was modern, open, expensive. The kitchen to the left of the front door, the lounge room/main room a step up and to the right, main bedroom off to the right of the main room, bathroom next door to that. It was elegant but dirty. Expensive leather couch covered in dirty clothes and old newspapers and magazines, CD's scattered over an entertainment unit. Another door off the main room was firmly closed. The slave stood in the center of the main room. "OK strip off." He ordered. "Not right here!" Daniel snapped startled. "Well where then?" the doctor was puzzled by Daniel's reaction. "Oh alright here but…" he had to think fast. "Take him into the bedroom." Daniel turned, not noticing the look of pleasure as the doctor looked Darren up and down hotly. Daniel went back to his breakfast, leaving the doctor to take care of Darren.
Fifteen minutes past and Daniel began to wonder if the doctor had finished yet, he needed Darren to do his washing. He waited ten minutes more then strode across the kitchen, across the main room and froze. Moans of pleasure were erupting from the main bedroom. Daniel's eyes went wide. He fell into the bedroom at a dead run. The doctor had Darren over the bedside table, fucking him deep and rough. "What the fuck are you doing?" Darren hadn't cried out, hadn't tried to stop him, called for help, for anything. The doctor stopped, face flushed, startled. "But you said…" "I said take care of him not…" Daniel couldn't believe his eyes, this wasn't happening, not in his room, not over his bedside table. "Get out! Get the fuck out!" he screamed. "But…but…" "Get out!" Hastily he withdrew and pulled up his pants. Darren didn't move. The doctor scrambled for his things, racing towards the door. Daniel grabbed him on his way out. "What's wrong with him?" he forced himself to ask. "Will he be alright?" "A few minor cuts and scratches, a few days rest and he'll be as good as new." "Good, now get out." Daniel pushed him out the door, shaking. Darren still hadn't moved. "I'm sorry." Daniel whispered by his side. "I'm so sorry, that should never have happened. Fuck. Christ. I'm sorry." Darren wouldn't even look at him. "Will you look at me!" he demanded. " I said I'm sorry. Fuck. You shouldn't even be here. Why didn't you yell for me? I was only in the kitchen." Daniel was pacing, ranting. What the fuck had just happened here? "Darren please, I didn't mean for this…it shouldn't have happened." He'd just been raped in his bedroom. HIS bedroom. Things like this didn't happen to him. "Are you hurt? Stupid question. Is there anything I can do? Anything you need? Jesus. God. Please forgive me." Darren was frowning. "What?" Daniel prompted. Silence. But it was written all over his face, he'd given him permission. "I know. I know. I just…that's not what I meant." Daniel was burying his hands in his short, wet, blonde hair, yanking. "I was trying to give you some privacy. I didn't mean…please god, just forgive me Darren." Darren remained silent. Daniel sighed, sagging to the floor. "And I haven't even owned you a full day yet." He half sobbed, he needed a hit soon. "Please, get dressed." Slowly, painfully he pulled up his fallen pants. "You need a wash." Daniel murmured. "Come on, I could use another shower." Reluctantly he got up, his body protesting, and headed for the bathroom.
Daniel stood, warm, hot water pelting down over his shoulders. He leant back and it ran down his chest. Darren stood passively beside him, waiting for instructions. His naked body was almost too much for Daniel to bare, but he couldn't even think of touching him after what he'd just seen. Not after what that man had just done to him. Daniel shuddered. Could it possibly be a dream? A really bad dream? Water droplets were running down Darren's cheeks. Tears or pure water? Daniel reached up to touch them but Darren flinched away, pressing his back against the wall. "I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered, then wondered how many times he'd heard that before, how many times had people lied. "Shh." He reached out again and this time reached for his neck, unbuckling the heavy leather collar. Blood was caked on underneath it, his soft skin cut open and bleeding. Gently Daniel pulled him closer till he stood under the stream of water. He gasped. "Too hot?" Daniel turned it down. Softly he cleaned the blood away from his neck and cheek. Darren's body was rigid, barely breathing. "That's better." Daniel murmured. Slowly he washed the rest of his body, careful around his chest and bleeding anus. Daniel felt him jerk away in pain, saw him bite deep into his lip so as not to cry out. "Is that any better?" He nodded, staring at his feet. "Good." Without ght ght Daniel ran a hand through his black hair, his fingers over his bruised lips. He flinched away. "Sorry." Daniel's voice sounded hazy, even to himself. "I need to go lie down." His legs gave way, and if Darren hadn't been there to catch him he'd have fallen through plate glass. Instead Darren caught him against his bruised chest, turned off the water and helped him back to his bed, grabbing a towel to dry him off. Sitting him on the bed he thoroughly toweled him dry, then quickly himself. Daniel slumped into the bed and instantly became unresponsive. Darren panicked. Was this normal for his new master? Should he leave him be? Should he call emergency? Could he run, leave? He stared down at Daniel, he hadn't hurt him, not deliberately. He'd stopped that man raping him instead of encouraging him. He'd seemed genuinely sorry it had happened. Darren pushed the emergency button beside the bed on the intercom and held it there till he heard a knock on the door, a questioning voice. The doctor stepped through the bedroom door. A man lay naked on the large queen-size bed, another man was kneeling on the carpet beside him, head touching the floor. A slave. He was missing his collar. The doctor went to the man on the bed, obviously the master and obviously sick. His ribs were visible through his painfully thin and grey skin. His face was pale grey, his hair wet yet lackluster. "Stand up." He murmured to the slave. He'd been beaten, badly around the face, looked like someone had kicked him there. The doctor resolved to tend to him later. "Go get dressed." He suggested. " I'll take care of him." His voice was hard, angry. Darren froze, fear in his eyes. "It's alright, I won't hurt you." He pulled down the high collared shirt to reveal a light metal collar, electronic lock. Darren frowned helplessly confused and shook his head. He touched Daniel's hand then his face. "Yes I know…" Darren shook his head so hard the room spun. "You mean he didn't to this to you?" he asked incredoulsly. Darren nodded. The doctor nodded in understanding. "I'll take care of him, go get dressed." Darren obeyed.
Daniel woke to see Darren sitting on the end of the bed, chest bare.denldenly another man walked in. He was in his forties, grey-haired, dressed in an emergency doctor's uniform. He walked up to Darren, tilted his chin up and wiped his neck with a damp cloth. He finally looked over Darren's shoulder to look at him. "You're awake. How do you feel?" "Fine. Who are you? What are you doing here?" "He called for help, pressed your emergency button. Good thing he did to or you'd be in a coma by now." He touched Darren's shoulder gently and walked over to Daniel, checking his pulse, his heart. Daniel tried to sit up, he pushed him down. "You have to rest. Get your slave to do what needs to be done or get someone else to do it. If I were you I'd leave the drugs alone too, you almost OD'd. I'm surprised you're alive with the amount of drugs in your system." "Leave it out old man." "Well it is your life." He went back to Darren. Gently he wiped his neck with an alcohol wipe. "I can't do anything about your chest, just let it heal." He turned back to Daniel. "If I were you I'd leave the collar off a few days, four of his fingers are broken too, his face'll heal, so he'll still be as pretty as before, you don't have to worry about that." "I wasn't." The doctor shrugged. "And it wasn't me who beat him." Daniel blurted. "Really?" the doctor raised an eyebrow. Daniel looked ready to protest. "He indicated as much." The doctor grunted, packing up his implements. "Well if you want to keep his pretty face I'd make sure people realize who he belongs to if I were you." He left at that, running a gentle hand through Darren's hair. Darren kept his eyes down, unmoving. Daniel got up, stalking into the batm tom to get dressed. "So you'll talk to him but you won't talk to me? I still can't believe you didn't yell for me, I would have stopped him. I wouldn't have let him hurt you. Are you stupid or something? Don't you realize that? Why won't you talk? Talk god damnit. Darren I said talk." "Yes." It was a hoarse whisper. "Why in gods name didn't you yell for me?" He didn't answer. "Well?" Daniel screamed. Darren looked panicked, his throat constricting. Daniel fell to his knees before him. Darren's eyes went wide, had he passed out again? Was he alright? He should be in bed. Suddenly he looked up, eyes red rimmed. He grabbed Darren's knees. "He basically accused me of beating you, then negligence when it wasn't me. What am I going to do with you? It's not safe with me Darren." His head fell in Darren's lap. "I'm sorry Darren. I really am. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't keep slaves." His lips felt soft against his leg. Darren almost jumped because it tickled. Suddenly he giggled. Daniel's head shot up. "What's so funny?" he demanded. Darren's eye's, face became frightened. "Tickles.' He murmured.. "What?" Daniel couldn't hear him. "That tickles." Darren explained. Daniel's face suddenly broke into a grin, he blushed. "Yeah I guess it would." Slowly he sat up. "Will you just believe me Daz? I don't want to hurt you, I don't want anyone else to hurt you either. I wont' let anyone hurt you." Darren nodded not really believing him but wanting to. Daniel groaned. "I'm going back to bed. Do me a favour and take my clothes out to be washed. Oh and there's food in the kitchen, help yourself." He climbed into bed fully clothed. "How do I pay for the washing?" he asked quietly but clearly. "Bring me my jacket, it's in the kitchen." Darren moved quickly, returning with an old leather worn jacket. Daniel reached into the pocket. "This is my card, give it to them and they'll take care of it. Use it for anything else and I will hurt you." Darren nodded, Daniel's eyes slid closed and he drifted off to sleep.
He dreamt of Darren coming in his mouth as he sucked him dry, enjoying every moment with a mind-blowing clarity. He jumped awake. "Darren?" It was dark in the apartment. How long had he slept? "Darren?" he called again. He heard shuffling, a yawn and he appeared in the doorway, wary. "Fuck, did I wake you?" He hadn't thought. He frowned. "Where were you sleeping?" "Lounge room." He obediently supplied. "On the couch?" "No." "The floor?" he demanded. His eyes were adjusting to the dark. "Yes." Darren looked frightened. "Isn't that cold?" "No." "Well I'm cold." Daniel countered. "Did you do the washing?" "Yes." "Good, good." He yawned. "Have you eaten?" Silence. "Darren?" "No." "Why not?" "I couldn't find any food." "Oh, bugger. Guess you'll have to go shopping." Darren turned away. "Not now! Jesus man." He glanced at the clock. "It's the middle of the night." Darren turned back. "What you can do is come and keep me warm." Darren paused then walked towards the bed. "Can't have you sleeping on the floor again or I'm likely to trip over you in the morning. I'll think of somewhere else for you to sleep tomorrow." Daniel jumped. "You're freezing. Jesus are you blue? Did you get any blankets?" "No." "Fuck. Oh well, it's warm under here in comparison at least." Daniel reached out blindly to touch him again. He hit him in the face. Darren jolted back. "Sorry. Where are you?" Darren reached out and took his hand, placing it on his bare chest. "Ah there you are. At least now I can avoid hurting you." Softly he ran his fingers up his neck, up the right side of his face and through his short black hair. Darren tensed then relaxed, he could feel Daniel's whole body against his side, he wasn't hard, he didn't want to fuck him. At least not yet. Daniel's hand continued to drift through his hair, then back down his face, his neck, his chest, his nipple. Darren gasped, jolting away. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." He touched his chest again even more gentle this time till he rested his hand on his side. Daniel slept again. This time he dreamt of Darren fucking him, deep, hard, his head thrown back in ecstasy. He woke.
The glaring white of his apartment blinded him, he was moaning, horny as all hell. Darren lay beside him, still asleep. He couldn't resist, reaching out he softly touched his cheek. Instantly he was awake, eyes searching, where was he? What had happened? He was in a bed, he didn't recognize this place. Then he saw Daniel and memory flooded back. He relaxed eyes dipped closed. Daniel's hand ran down his neck lightly across his chest. His eye reopened. Daniel was looking at him with lust an anticipation. Daniel swallowed hard trying to hod back the impulses he was feeling. "I want to fuck you." He groaned hoarsely. Darren's look was that of someone who'd heard it all before, grimacing he rolled onto his stomach, but before he could move further Daniel grabbed him. "No." he whispered. " I want to but I'm not." He forced Darren onto his side to look him in the eye. Darren paused then reached out to stroke his enormous erection. Daniel groaned, hips jerking forward into the touch. But he forced himself to gently grab Darren's wrist. "You don't have to, I'm not asking you to…" he moaned, Darren's thumb sliding over his wet head. "Darren no…" But Darren wasn't stopping, he pushed Daniel onto his back and slid down his body, under the blankets. Daniel froze. Darren's tongue snaked round his balls, up his shaft. He paused to breathe over the head oozing with precum, then he plunged down, swollowing him whole. Daniel's entire body responded, his head flew back, his back arced and his hips jerked. His hands balled into fists gripping the sheets, not Darren's head, he wouldn't force Darren down. Not that Darren seemed to need forcing. He was sucking strongly, bobbing up and down his length. Daniel moaned, mouth open, he wanted to taste Darren. Flashes of his dreams played before him like visions. "Darren." He moaned. "Oh god." Praise the man who'd taught him to suck. Praise god for creating him. Daniel came, his whole body screaming at the intensity, moaning, groaning then silence. Darren licked him clean, sliding back up his body, dark head popping out from under the blankets. He looked flushed. Daniel was still quaking from the best orgasm he'd ever had. Darren's hand brushed his chest and he was sure he'd come again. He moaned, flat on his back, staring at the ceiling. He regained his breath. "You…you didn't have to do that." "It's what you wanted." "But I didn't expect you…you didn't have to do that." Darren was confused, Daniel wasn't making any sense. He guessed he was still recuperating and had no idea what he was saying. "Thankyou…Darren that was amazing." Darren actually blushed, no one had ever complimented him on anything, ever. "You're blushing." Daniel was looking at him now. "Did I embarrass you? I'm sorry." Gingerly he reached out and stroked his face, expecting him to jolt away. Darren lent into his touch, craving gentleness, softness…he pulled back. "What?" Daniel was frowning, worried he'd hurt him, hurt he'd pulled away from his touch. Then he remembered, he couldn't keep pretending, Darren was a slave, not his lover, he'd do whatever he told him to, whatever he wanted. He didn't want to be touched, didn't want his attentions, but Daniel wanted to touch him, let him feel something other than pain while he was here, before he had to get rid of him. "Should I go do the shopping?" Darren asked. He really wanted to get away from Daniel. Daniel was more confusing than any other master he'd had, more dangerous. There were no rules here, he'd be caressed or beaten at will, Darren realized that much. Daniel was taken back, he really did want to get away from him. "Yes, get out." He pushed him away. Darren yelped. Daniel couldn't care less at that moment, he was hurt by Darren's obvious desire to get as far away from him as possible. Darren scrambled out of bed and stood waiting for further instructions. Daniel reached over to the bedside table, he froze, Darren had been raped over that yesterday. Guilt washed over him, what the fuck was he doing? The man was terrified of him, he was only following orders he'd given him last night and what other people had programmed into him. "Darren come here." Silently he obeyed. Daniel picked up a notepad and selected the things he wanted. Together with that and his card he rummaged in his top drawer, pulling out a short silver chain and a charm. "Kneel down." He handed Darren the notepad and the card then tilting his head forward fastened the chain round his neck. "It'll keep you safe. If anyone bothers you show them the charm. It doesn't hurt your neck?" He shook his head. "Good, be careful, off you go." After Daniel heard the door shut he realized he's forgotten to give him a shirt to wear, he swore. Should he get up and go after him, or go back to sleep? He felt like shit, it'd been over twenty-four hours since his last hit, but he couldn't be bothered going out and getting himself another one. Not when all his body wanted to do was sleep. Once again he slept. When he woke Darras kas kneeling beside the bed, head on the floor waiting. "Get up!" he snapped grumpy, he couldn't remember what he'd dreamt but he didn't' like it. Darren stood, eyes on his feet respectfully. "Did you do what I asked you to do?" He nodded. "Good. Have you eaten yet?" He shook his head. "Go eat. In future eat when you need to. You do use the toilet when you need to don't you?" Darren tensed, he'd taken that for granted. He nodded. Daniel sighed relieved. "Good, now go eat, I'll be out in a minute." Darren carefully opened the now full fridge. Slowly he took an apple, closing the door he began eating. Daniel strode into the kitchen. "Is that all you're eating?" Darren froze. "It's alright, I feel like cooking, you can have some if you like." Darren quickly got out of the way. "Hang on, stand still." Darren immediately went rigid, waiting. Daniel moved round to stand in front of him. He gently tilted Darren's chin up to examine his neck. "Does it hurt much?" He shook his head. Daniel picked the charm up off his barest.est. "Keep this on for the time being. Where's your collar?" Darren pulled it out of his jeans. Daniel took it from him, it was clean. "Leave it off for now. I'll get you a new one." The leather was worn, blood stained, smooth. He turned his face away to examine his black, closed eye, bruised cheekbone and bruised lips. "There's some disinfectant in the bathroom, bathe your eye and your cheek, probably your neck as well. If you need a hand I'll help you, just ask. Can you open the eye yet?" It opened a crack. "Alright don't try, just leave it be for now. It'll heal on it's own. I know from experience." He stepped back to look over his chest. "They'll clear up by themselves. Show me your hands." He offered up his hands. Two digits on each were splintered. "Swelling looks like it's gone down, good." He murmured. "Okay go take care of your face and neck, and I'll find you some clothes to wear." There was a knock at the door. Darren went to answer it. Daniel stopped him, pointing to the bathroom. "Off you go." Daniel slid a gun into the back of his jeans. Darren watched him from the corner of his eye. Daniel pulled open the door. "Mr Jones? Your washing." Daniel sighed relieved. "Bring it in." There were four huge baskets full. All folded crisp and clean. He didn't know he owned that much clothing. The brat had washed it all. "Thankyou." He was quick about getting the man in and out as swiftly as possible. Darren returned from the bathroom as the door finally closed. "You were thorough." Daniel grinned at him. "I didn't even know I had so much. Why don't you put it away as I cook?" Darren nodded and obeyed in silence. Daniel cooked pasta, sauce and meat. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cooked. Or the last time he'd eaten properly. His body ached. Afterwards he slumped into the couch, barely able to eat, eyes half closed. Darren came out and found him unmoving. His eyes went wide and he panicked, but when he touched his neck to find a pulse his eyes opened. "Your foods on the bench." He mumbled. Darren frowned worried. "I'm going to have a shower." Pushing up off the couch he headed for the bathroom. Darren watched him go then went to eat. For lack of further instructions he cleaned up. Suddenly there was a bang. Darren started. Daniel! He bolted, running into the bathroom to see Daniel leaning heavily against the shower wall. His weight shifted and he slipped, but not before Darren was inside the shower, catching him once again before he fell through plate glass. Daniel's eyes opened. Darren had water dripping off his nose, down his cheeks, droplets in his hair. His eyes were blue, intensely crystal blue. Daniel hadn't noticed before, he'd always kept his head down, his eyes averted. "Bed?" Darren questioned, turning off he water. Daniel nodded. Once again Darren toweled him dry, this time helping him into bed. Daniel suddenly protested, staggering around, finding clean clothes for himself and Darren. "Put your wet pants in the basket in the bathroom. When it gets full go have it all washed." Darren nodded pulling his wet pants off. They both wore sweat pants and shirts, only Daniel's fitted, Darren had to roll up the pants. Daniel crawled into bed exhausted. "Shit, I promised you a place to sleep." Daniel swore. "Well you can sleep on the couch, or you can sleep in here with me. I don't really care, but it's warmer with me." Darren paused then climbed in beside him. They both slept.
Daniel woke late to someone pounding on his front door. Darren was in the shower by the sounds of it. Daniel staggered past the door, it was open. Fishing around he found him some clean clothes and put them on the sink where he'd find them. "Come on Danny boy open up!" it was Steve. "You took your time." "Yeah well I was asleep, you got me out bed." "Brought you a gift." He threw him a small white package. Daniel slowly opened it. "It's gold label, very smooth, you'll love it." Daniel shrugged, scrounged around and finding a cigarette lit it, dragging on its smooth smoke. "Thanks Steve." "So how you like my other gift? You tried him out yet?" Daniel frowned. "That's between him and me." Steve laughed. "So why you here? You don't usually make personal visits." "Wanted to invite you out tonight, there's a new club opening on the Old Way, thought you might be interested." He paused. Joh John and Merick have been asking questions about you again. Seems there's something up with Trev." "Oh fuck, what's he done now?" "I don't think I'd be worrying about him if I were you." "I'm safe, they wont' touch me. I'm daddy's boy remember." "I wouldn't count on that protecting you all your life." "I can take care of myself. Thanks for the warning. I'll be there tonight." Darren chose that moment to walk out, fully dressed in tight black jeans and soft blue, black shirt. "Looking very nice." Steve leered. Darren's head shot up, he hadn't heard a thing from the bathroom, now he stood frozen to the spot. Steve sauntered up to him. He could still remember the pain of the last beating, the rape. "Hands off Steve, you gave him to me." Steve shrugged. "Fair enough, I had my fun with him." He turned back to Daniel. Darren still hadn't moved, Daniel waved a hand at the bedroom and Darren was more than happy to obey. "I'll seu tou tonight then, bring the slave, he'll enjoy it." He sneered. "Thanks for the gear." "No problem, just remember who your friends are." Steve let himself out. Daniel walked into the bedroom to see Darren making the bed, his hands were trembling. "Leave it, there's no point. Come here." Daniel reached up and touched his face, Darren was shaking, in his other hand his cigarette burnt forgotten. "See, I didn't let him touch you." Darren bowed his head. "Look at me Darren." His voice hardened. Gingerly he looked up. "I said no one would hurt you again and I meant it, so trust me." His voice wasn't soft, it was hard. Darren nodded. Daniel finally remembered the cigarette, it was all burnt out. "Fuck, that was my last one." He turned back on Darren. "You know it sickens me to think of his filthy hands on you?" Darren kept his face passive. Finally Daniel sighed. "So you feeling alright? How's the face, the hands?" "Good." "Show me." He inspected his hands and his neck. "Still wearing the charm? Good. The eye any better?" He half opened it. "Bit better, good. Go get some breakfast then I'll take you out to get some clothes, can't keep wearing mine they're too big."
The first thing Darren noticed on stepping outside then into shops was that everyone seemed to recognize Daniel. He'd had a famous master once before but this was different, some people seemed to actually fear Daniel. Darren frowned. "What is it?" Daniel had been watching him. "Nothing." "You need shoes, and clothes, but firstly I better get you a new collar, otherwise there's going to be trouble. Slaves aren't allowed out in public without one or a charm fully displayed apparently." Darren frowned at him confused and perplexed. "I finally read the rules and regulations of slaves." Daniel confessed. "Did you know that if a person even touches you without my permission it's stealing?" Darren nodded. "Well you could have told me!" "Sorry." Darren didn't know if he found Daniel's lack of knowledge pleasing or frightening. "Mr Jones? I'm pleased to meet you." Daniel didn't seem to even notice the sales assistant. He walked round the slave shoppe. There was everything from collars to clothes to sex toys. Daniel glanced over the col. ". "What do you think? I don't particularly care." "Well the latest is…"the assistant trailed off, Daniel was looking down at Darren. Darren reached out and gingerly touched a thick black leather one. He offered it up to Daniel. Daniel ran his thumb over the inside edge. It was sharp. "That's going to hurt, you sure you want another heavy leather one?" Darren blinked. Daniel picked up a soft but strong leather collar, still the inside was too sharp. "It will wear down." The assistant offered. Daniel looked at him for the first time. "Yes but in the mean time he bleeds all over the carpet." Darren pulled the old one out of his pocket. Daniel snatched it out of his hand, surprised he was still carrying it. "No." he glared at Darren. "Anyway, the buckle's broken." "We can fix or replace the buckle." The assistant offered. "Would you prefer that?" Darren nodded. "Alright then, fix the buckle, make sure it can't cut into his neck this time, and I want a new leash, the other one is too short. I want this one at least one metre." "Should only take five minutes." The assistant scurried off. Finally they were alone again. "Are you sure you still want that collar?" But Darren was staring across the store. "Darren?" Darren jumped. "What is it?" he turned to see what had Darren's attention. "Oh." They were black, soft leather pants. Darren was almost salivating over them. He'd look good in them Daniel realized. "You want them?" Daniel's voice was hoarse, taunting, teasing. He had images of Darren's bulging cock pushing against the soft, strong leather. He wanted to see Darren in them. Darren jumped, blushed. "Well?" Daniel strode towards them. Darren was frozen, then realizing he was vulnerable trailed after him. Another assistant appeared out of no where. "Can I help you?" "I want two pairs in his size." He ordered. Darren froze, what was going on? Oh god he'd pay for this later, he should never have looked at them so openly. He was stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! "What is it? Don't you want them now?" Darren was frozen, he looked scared. Daniel wanted to reach out, touch him, tell him it was alright. He shook his head, what was wrong with him now? That hit seemed to be kicking in at least. "They suit you." He offered. He looked even more frightened now, but it was so obvious he wanted them, so what was wrong here? If he reached out and touched him would he freak? He growled in frustration. What to do? The assistant was hesitating. "Sir?" "I said two pairs in his size now." He snapped. Darren jumped. "Come on, we're going." "But…my collar." Darren blurted. "Jesus, alright we'll wait for your collar." Moments later the first assistant returned with the fixed collar and the new leash. Daniel carefully fingered the workmanship. The new buckle makes no contact with his skin, only the old, soft leather, it was still blood stained. "Come here." Carefully he buckled it round Darren's neck. "Does it hurt?" He shook his head. "You sure?" He nodded. "Alright." Clipping the leash onto the collar he checked the length. "Good." He handed his card to the assistant. "Have the pants delivered to my apartment." The assistant scanned his card then handed it back. "Come on Darren you need boots." Softly he tugged the leash, then let it all but drop.
Daniel led him down into the subway. "Stay close to me. It's not very safe but the best shops are in the city." Darren nodded. They merged into the crowd. "Darren I said…" Daniel gave a slight tug of the leash, there was a click and it returned to him. "Oh fuck. Darren!" He spun round and pushed back through the crowd. "Darren!" he was screaming, his heart began to pound. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" He pushed a woman over and suddenly he could see him. A man help him from behind, hand over his mouth, the other arm snaked around his chest, hauling him backwards. Their eyes met, Darren was terrified, struggling now he see Daniel again. He almost got lose, only to have the man grab his shirt, ripping it open to reveal the necklace. Daniel pushed another man out of his way. "Let him go." He was yelling, trying to control his panic. The train was coming and people were ing ing him backward, pulling Darren away from him. Daniel kicked out forcing his way through, the man tripped forward and Darren was flung forward, falling into Daniel arms. The man who'd held him vanished into a sea of people. "Come on." Daniel held him round the waist, pulling him towards the open train. Darren was shaking, Daniel was almost convulsing. "Darren when I say stay close to me, I mean stay fucking close to me!" he threw him down into an empty seat. "Jesus." He slumped down beside him. He couldn't think straight, the hit was wearing off. Darren was staring dead ahead in shock. "Darren I'm sorry, are you alright? Did they give you anything?" He wasn't responding. Daniel shook him. "Darren!" Daniel gingerly reached out and pulled him close. "Darren it's alright. You're safe now." He whispered close to his ear. Darren shook. Daniel held him closer, ran a hand gently through him hair. It felt good to be holding him, it made him feel safer. He was cold. "Darren it's alright, but did they give you anything I have to know?" He shook his head. "You sure, you didn't feel any needles, nothing?" He shook his head again. "Good." He sighed relieved. Suddenly he held him tight, hard, close. "Jesus I thought I'd lost you. He would have killed you." He inhaled deeply. "Did he hurt you?" Darren shook his head against his chest. "I couldn't see you." He whispered. "It's alright now, just stay close." Daniel reached up and recliped the leash to his collar. "Keep hold of me this time." He suggested. Darren's hands reached out and grabbed his arms, Daniel still hadn't let him go. "You'll be alright I promise." He looked up, the train was slowly filling as they came closer to the city center. Daniel continued to hold him close and absently stroked his hair. Darren's eye dipped closed and he leant into Daniel's embrace. He actually dozed. "Darren? Don't tell me…" "Hmm?" "Jesus Daz, you like scaring me half to death or something?" Darren raised his head sluggishly. "We get off at the next stop. It won't be so bad here, it's a private sector and you have to have the right access just to get off here." Darren sat up. "You sure you didn't get anything?" "I'm just tired." "You don't sleep very well do you?" Darren shook his head. "I can get you something to help you sleep if you like." "I don't want any drugs." He lookearedared. "It's no synthetic, it's herbs and shit, my mother used to give it to me when I was a kid." "I don't know." He seemed scared of the idea. "We'll talk about it later, come on this is our stop." Darren grabbed his arm and didn't let go. Daniel kept the leash short despite his own assurances to Darren.
The platform looked deserted. Daniel strode down towards the left end , obviously very familiar with the surroundings. They turned a corner and Darren almost stopped. Huge glass doors with gold trimming stood at the end of the short passageway. A doorman stood on each side of the enormous doors. One moved to open the door for them as they approached. "Good morning Mr Daniel, would you like me to have someone take care of your slave while you shop?" "No, he's the one I'm shopping for." "Oh." The doorman seemed slightly disgusted till he looked at Daniel again and it all seemed to make sense. "Your father arrived an hour ago." Daniel froze. "Thankyou." He almost yanked Darren off his feet to get through the door. "Oww." Darren yelped. "Shit, I'm sorry Daz. Show me. Fuck, you're bleeding again. Take it off." Darren unbuckled the collar. "It's only a little bit, do you want to leave it off?" Darren shook his head so hard the room spun. "You won't need it in here." Darren buckled it back on. "Alright then." He unclipped the leash and shoved it in his pocked. "You can relax, no one would dare touch you in here." Yet Daniel seemed tense as he led Darren up the white marble stairs.
Darren immediately noticed the difference in the assistance, they nodded to Daniel but didn't approach him till he stopped and examined something closely, and then they merely stood by silently and waited. "I want two pairs of black boots and three pairs of normal shoes." "What colours for the shoes sir?" "I'm not sure, just bring out what you've got." "In your normal size sir?" "No measure him up and bring out his size." He indicated Darren. The assistant didn't even flinch. "If you'd just sit down sir, I'll be right back." Daniel sat in a waiting chair and Darren sat beside him. The man returned to measure his foot, relay the size to another assistant and suddenly a dozen boxes were at their feet. The first assistant produced a brand new pair of socks and they went to work. Darren walked up to the next level wearing a pair of ten hole Italian leather boots. "Are they comfortable?" Daniel asked for the third time. Darren nodded. "Good." He resigned. " Now all you need is clothes."
Daniel sat in the corner of the large dressing room as various clothes were brought in for Darren to try on. Velvet, silk, leather, cotton, denim, vinyl, fur and anything synthetic. Underwear, socks, shorts, pants, shirts, jackets. Daniel watched as he stripped down to naked at least a hundred times. The first thing Daniel noticed was his partiality to leather, especially a black, thigh length, Italian, handmade, leather jacket. "Bring it here." Daniel's voice snapped through the daze Darren was in at wearing such an exquisite piece. Obediently he took it off and gave it to Daniel. "We'll take it, now stop being distracted and get moving." "Sorry." He went back to pick up a black mesh shirt and pull it on over an orange sleeveless skintight top. Daniel blinked, he looked incredible, he'd need to eat more and fill out a little to get the full effect but, he swallowed hard, he looked almost edible. An assistant walked in to take the things they'd rejected. Daniel was fingering the jacket. "You don't like it?" the assistant asked. "No, it's perfect, I'll take it, along with that pile over there." The assistant nodded. When Daniel turned back Darren was wearing a pair of skin tight while pants and silver button up shirt. Daniel froze, for an instant Darren had morphed into someone else, someone confident, willful, and there wasn't a word for it, but Daniel couldn't take his eyes off him. "Darren?" He turned and it was lost, his eyes were downcast, obedient, respectful, shy. "We'll take that as well, come on I'm hungry." Darren nodded, stripped off then paused, what to put on? He turned to Daniel. "Black pants, red shirt…no the blood red one and this jacket." Darren froze, jesus christ he was serious. "Hurry up Daz I'm starving." He rushed to obey, just to get that jacket on again. Daniel laughed. "It's not going anywhere." But Darren didn't trust that, this could be a dream and he had to touch the jacket again before it vanished. As an assistant tied up his laces Daniel walked towards him, sliding the jacket up his arms and settling it over his shoulders, he fiddled with the collar. "Maybe I should get a new jacket while I'm here, mines getting a bit old." Instantly a dozen arrived for Daniel to inspect. He looked at them all but nothing got his attention. It wasn't until they were walking out of the store that Darren stopped and pointed to a jacket on display that Daniel saw anything he liked. "I'll take that one."
Darren was sitting aprivprivate table waiting for food, fingering the leather him of his new jacket. "Will you stop that?" Daniel demanded. Darren looked up. "Sorry." "It's very nice Daz, it suits you, but I wouldn't wear it tonight if I were you, wear the denim one." Darren nodded. Daniel suddenly swore. "Stay here." He ordered, voice hard. Standing he approached a man in an expensive blue, three piece suit and crisp white shirt. "Hello father." Daniel bent to kiss the man's ring. The man was silent a long time. "Your mother mentioned you were trying to sell a slave." Daniel nodded and pointed at Darren, who was frozen, eyes examining the tablecloth. "I could do with another man servant to run errands." Daniel froze. "I'm sorry father, I've decided to keep him." His father shrugged. "Just as well, I had to dispose of the last one." Daniel had to suppress a shudder; he's seen his father's methods of disposal. The image of man slumped forward, a bullet through his head, came to mind. "You should come up to the house more often, your mother misses you." "Yes sir." It wasn't an invitation it was an order and obviously a dismissal as well, as he turned away and left. Daniel muttered obscenities to himself and returned to sit beside Darren. He lit a cigarette, it wasn't allowed but no one moved to stop him. Darren was silent. Food arrived and they ate in silence. "You need to eat more." Daniel murmured. Darren looked up, he was worried, Daniel caught on to the fear in his eyes. "It's alright, he won't hurt you or me, that's my father." Darren blinked; somethings began to fall into place. Mr Jones was the man everyone knew of and everyone feared, and if he was Daniel's father… "You're nor stupid are you Daz?" Daniel was watching him closely. It was well know but unproven that Mr Jones ran the slave trade. Slaves weren't illegal, in fact they constituted a large proportion of societies criminals, but some weren't criminals, some were simply people caught unexpectedly, people who vanished overnight and turned up on the other side of he continent in collars and on drugs. They were registered, collared, addicted to drugs and no one asked questions about where they came from unless they wanted to end up in the same predicament. No one tried to stop it, it was good for business, good for politicians and good for the drug trade. Everyone was happy. nev never did check your record." Daniel muttered. He swore, Darren didn't speak. "I need another hit. You finished? We're leaving." They caught a cab to to Daniel's apartment.
Music pounded Darren on all sides, blindly he followed Daniel with the aid of the leash. His new clothes felt stiff and the new boots hurt his feet, but the heavy jacket felt comforting. Nothing like the leather but good all the same. He’d never worn clothes like these, not even when his master had been a rich and famous man. Daniel pulled him suddenly closer, arm snaking round his back and holding him against his side. “Nice slave.” The voice came from a woman. “Where’d you get him?” “Steve gave him to me, this is the one I was talking about Mare.” “I’ll give you three hundred for him.” “I don’t want your money, he’s mine and it’s staying that way.” Darren blinked, Daniel didn’t want to get rid of him anymore? Was it possible? Daniel’s other arm snaked around him, pulling him closer, protective. Darren breathed him in. “Stay close to me and stay away from her.” Daniel whispered in his ear. Darren nodded. Daniel ran a hand down his back then took a step back. “You look good.” “So you brought him.” Steve boomed from behind Darren. Darren jumped. “Yeah I brought him, couldn’t leave him at home alone could I? Poor little man would have gotten lonely.” He ran a hand through Darren’s hair. Steve laughed. “You’re insane.” Inielniel hadn’t chosen that moment to pull Darren closer he would have never felt the fine tremors of fear. He slid a hand under his jacket. “I’m glad you gave him to me Steve. I’ve become quite attached to him.” Steve’s grin was vicious. “Thought you might. Guess this means you owe me a beer.” “Done.”
Daniel kept the leash short all night, never letting more than a pace between him and Darren. Most of the time he had an arm around him and in the presence of Steve or Mare both arms and a hand inside his jacket. For an instant there was silence, then throbbing bass that cut into Darren’s body. “One of yours isn’t it Daniel?” Steve slurred. Daniel growled. “Sounds like it.” He pulled a startled Darren towards the men’s room.
Darren watched silent as Daniel splashed cold water on his face then slid down the white tiled wall. The lighting was poor and Daniel had to squint at Darren standing above him. Gently he reached up and pulled him down to eye level. “Will you do me a favor?” he whispered. Darren nodded wary. “Will you dance with me?” Darren’s eyes changed, Daniel couldn’t fathom how but somehow something had changed. He nodded.
Darren’s body moved sinewy in time with the beat, grinding against Daniel when he pulled him closer. He was incredible, Daniel didn’t want him to stop. Darren’s hands slid down his back gripping his arse, grinding closer still. Daniel groaned and his knee slid between Darren’s thighs in retaliation. Darren merely slid up and down it moving his thigh to Daniel’s groin, shifting his hip over Daniel’s rapidly growing erection. Daniel’s hands slid under the jacket, over his chest and he jerked. For an instant he thought he’d hurt Darren, till he heard the growling moan. He slid his hands over his chest again, grazing his nipples and watching Darren moan, grinding harder against his thigh. Daniel grinned, he’d found his weak spot. For the next half hour he exploited it, causing Darren to grind closer, harder, moaning loud and trying desperately to control his shallow breath. Daniel stopped and forced him to meet his eyes, lips close enough to…his tongue darted out, across Darren’s lips. Darren lost control, breaking all his years of training and kissing Daniel hard, deep. Daniel didn’t push him away, with a growl of pleasure he pulled him closer, invading his mouth, searching with his tongue. He could feel Darren’s aching hard on in his hip and he wondered how he’d taste, cumming, flowing, screaming in pleasure. He broke the kiss suddenly, pulling Darren towards the men’s room again.
Darren was struck by the force of Daniel pushing him against the tiled wall. He was kissing him hard, hands fighting with his clothes, reefing open his shirt to toy with his nipples, a thigh rocking against his cock. He tried to touch Daniel but his hands were pushed away. He waited. Waited to be fucked, raped, beaten. It only ever took a matter of time. Daniel ripped open his pants. He reached in and gently pulled him free into his palm. Groan. Daniel stroked him, taking the time to caress his balls, slide a thumb over the oozing tip. Sighing moan. He stopped. Darren expected to be turned around, instead he dropped to his knees, capturing his cock in his mouth, throat, moving slowly down the shaft, licking, sucking. Darren gripped the wall, his knees wanted to buckle, collapse. He was moaning, his breathing shallow, heart racing, pounding. Daniel merely sucked harder, running hands up his thighs, between his legs, caressing his balls. Breathless groan. What in gods name was happening here? Daniel didn’t stop, he only increased the pleasure, pressure, sucked harder till he exploded in his mouth, down his throat, pulling ragged screams from Darren’s throat. He swallowed and Darren’s knees finally gave out, he slid to the floor. “You taste good.” Daniel kissed him gentle, letting him taste himself on his lips. Darren was confused, he couldn’t think straight, he’d cum, Daniel had….No…no this wasn’t right, this shouldn’t be happening. This was wrong. Somehow terribly horribly wrong. Softly he stroked his cheek. “You liked that didn’t you?” he seemed so unsure. Darren could only nod, lost. What the fuck was going on? He caressed the bare skin of his neck. “I’ve had enough of this place, what’d you think? Time to go home?” Gingerly he nodded. “There you are.” Steve burst in from behind. “John was just in there looking for you. If I were you I’d get the hell outta here.” Daniel tensed and nodded. “Tastes good don’t he.” He added and was gone. Daniel froze then stared at Darren. “So it seems I’m not the first.” He was hurt, he’s hoped…who was he kidding, Darren had been around. “Get up, get decent we’re leaving.” His voice was harsh yet he helped Darren to his feet, re-buttoning his shirt for him even as Darren pulled up the zipper. He turned away but Darren paused. “What is it?” growled. “He didn’t…” Darren blushed. “He didn’t do that…not for me.” He couldn’t look up. “And anyone else?” He shook his head. Softly Daniel ran his fingers through his hair, pulling him close till Darren had to step into him or fall over. “So it’s just me then?” he whispered in his ear. “Yes.” His voice was hoarse. Fear? Daniel smoothed hands down his back. “Good.” Gently he reached up and re-clipped the leash into place. “Keep close to me.”
The apartment was cold, silent. “Jesus, damn thermostat’s broken again.” Daniel tapped a panel set into the wall. “Grab the extra blankets, you’re sleeping with me.” He stripped off his jacket. “I need a shower, join me when you’ve fixed up the bed.” Darren nodded. Minutes later he heard the water start, so once he’d fixed the bed he obediently stripped off and joined Daniel. “Come in. Too hot?” Darren shook his head. “Good.” He dropped the soap and without comment Darren picked it up and began to wash him. Within moments he was pinned against the wall Daniel kissing him, teasing his nipples, grinding closer. They were both moaning, groaning, wanting. “God, fuck.” Daniel’s words were an order. Darren didn’t even hesitate, merely turned and tried to relax. He felt his cock slide in the cleft of his arse, Daniel leaning forward to bring his chest against his back. He trembled once anticipating pain and Daniel couldn’t do it. “I can’t.” whispering into his ear so soft. “I don’t want to hurt you Darren.” He was pulling away, turning when Darren caught his arm, pressed against his back reaching for his leaking cock. Daniel felt his knees give way as pleasure rippled up his spine. Darren was stroking him with quick strong hands, his own hard cock rubbing so close to Daniel’s… “Do it Darren.” He was moaning, barely coherent. “Darren fuck me.” But Darren was ignoring him. He pushed back hard. “Darren I order you to fuck me, god please…” Darren stiffened, shifted and Daniel thrust back impaling himself, filling...moan. He felt Darren’s scream even as his own erupted. Hands were digging into his hips as he slowly rocked, withdrawing, thrusting deep. Daniel was twisting, pushing back harder, pleading. Pleasure, jesus it felt so good. Crying ecstas Dar Darren found that so sensitive spot and shifted over it again, again. Groaning. He wanted to cum. Moan. So close. “Jesus Darren, oh god please, please…” Darren merely fucked him deeper, harder, faster. He couldn’t keep taking this, moaning, groaning, so close, closer. Crying out, cuming, convulsing, gushing. Darren bucking hard filling him, painting him till they both slumped forward gasping. He dimly noticed the water was cold, cold and Darren was pulling away, movin the the far side of the shower. Darren suddenly realized Daniel wasn’t moving. What had he just done?
Slowly Daniel sat up and even slower turned on Darren. He rocked in the fetal position. As Daniel frowned he shuddered. Carefully he shifted closer, reaching out to gently touch his head, stroking damp hair from his cheek. “Darren?” he was confused, had he somehow hurt him? Darren wouldn’t look at him. “Darren look at me. What’s wrong? What did I do?” Finally his eyes opened, head tilting, tears? He was crying? “Darren what is it? Jesus what’d I do?” he reached out to touch him again but Darren jolted away, he let his hand drop. He was terrified of him. Darren…terrified…of him? “It’s alright Darren. Darren listen to me. It’s alright.” He wanted to hold him, convince him it was alright. Reaching up he turned the water off. What to do with him? Maybe dry off, get dressed come back and take care of him. “I’ll be right back.” Murmuring but he didn’t seem to hear. When he was dressed he ventured back into the shower with a dry towel. Darren was shivering his skin a pale blue. Carefully wrapping the towel round his body he attempted to dry him off. He wasn’t responding. After awhile it seemed better just to pick him up and carry him to the bed, finish drying him off then dress hTuckTucked into the bed he curled into a tight ball of fear. Daniel slid in beside him. He was confused, what went wrong? He hadn’t forced Darren??? Well not fucked him. So why this? Why this shock, this complete shut down? He was whimpering, gasping as though in physical pain. When the shivering finally got to him he reached out, pulled Darren into his arms. “Darren it’s alright, it’s okay, no ones going to hurt you, I’m not going to hurt you Daz.” But it wasn’t getting through. He held him tighter, gently caressing his back. He just didn’t understand, something had gone wrong, but what? After awhile Darren seemed to sleep, his breathing becoming regular and the whimpering stopped. Hours later Daniel fell asleep still holding him.
Daniel rolled over, blinked and swore. Darren was gone. “Darren!” No response. He waited but silence. Getting up he checked the bathroom, the lounge room. He was kneeling in the center, head on the carpet like the first time he’d seen him. Leash lying across his back. Slowly he approached, not wanting to frighten him again. He was naked to the waist. “Darren?” He didn’t respond, head still down even as Daniel knelt before him. Carefully removing the leash he ran a hand through his hair, Darren jerked, suddenly awake. His head shot up startled. “Good morning.” Voice quiet. Darren’s eyes dropped. “Darren what’s wrong? Did I do something to hurt you?” Darren looking completely taken back, watching Daniel closely. “You’re not going to beat me?” whispered. “Beat you? Why? I don’t understand.” “For last night.” “For fucking me?” he asked bluntly. ‘And giving me the finest orgasm I’ve ever had?’ his mind continued. Darren nodded. “I don’t know if you remember Daz, but I ordered you to.” Darren continued to look wary, confused. “Get up Darren, I’m not going to hurt you. When are you going to listen to me?’ “I’m sorry.” Daniel grabbed him, pulling him close, hard. Darren froze. “You scared me you little brat. You really freaked out, why? Did you really think I’d beat you for fucking me?” “Yes.” Matter of fact. “Why?” He didn’t respond. “Did someone else beat you?” Darren merely snorted, he actually sounded amused. “Okay stupid question.” Daniel snapped. “But what happened?” He leant back to catch Darren’s eyes but Darren looked away. “Did someone else beat you for fucking them?” ‘Jesus he’s blunt’ Darren nodded. “How bad?” “He broke three ribs.” His voice a whisper. Daniel hissed. “I’m sorry. I’m not going to do that Darren. I’m not ever going to do that, and neither will anyone else.” “Are you going to keep me?” he blurted. Daniel eyed him carefully. “You’re not stupid are you Daz?” Darren realized he should have kept his mouth shut. “I don’t know Daz, I might, or I might sell you on, we’ll see.” Darren didn’t say a word or move a muscle, he kept his mouth shut this time. “I know something that’ll make you happy.” He let Darren go and vanished into the bedroom. When he returned Darren hadn’t moved from where he’d left him. He carried the leather jacket from the previous day. Instead of looking happy Darren was wary. Daniel stood over him suddenly frustrated. “Alright maybe not.” He threw the jacket. Darren scrambled after it. “No wait…I…” Darren began. Daniel didn’t move. “Thankyou.”
there is more and as soon as i'm finished moving house it'll be up here...sorry for the delay to ppl who are waiting and have emailed me... Gabriel
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