Pain and.. pain?

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CHAPTER 11




I kept taking care of Tristan; every morning I changed the sheets on the bed before going to the room where he worked to pick him up and bring him to number eleven to bathe while I got breakfast for both of us. It was weird but no matter how much pain I was in, helping Tristan helped me stay sane. If it wasn’t for him, I wouldn’t have left my room at all. If it wasn’t for him, I would have already given up on everything. Every morning I made sure he was clean and fed before tucking him in the bed to sleep. I always waited until he was sleeping before lying down on the floor with the comforter to sleep as well. Tristan had asked me once why I didn’t sleep in the bed with him and I just told him I didn’t like beds. He never asked again.




We had been working for three weeks and I was getting ready for the evening when my door opened and The Keeper came in.

“Your dad called, you’re leaving in the morning.” he said and closed the door again before I could get a word out. I was going home. I grinned slightly but the smile died on my lips when I realized that Tristan would stay here. Tristan wasn’t going anywhere. I slumped down on the bed and just stared at the floor stupidly. I wouldn’t see Tristan anymore. I flexed my right arm and rolled my shoulder to check for pain. There wasn’t any. My shoulder had healed well, thanks to the pills and the sling. The bruising had disappeared as well, although now I had little round bruises on my legs and hips, from tight fingers of the clients holding me.

I heard the door open and lifted my head to see an old man at the door. One more night. I could go home in the morning.



The last customer of the night wanted bondage. He was rough and unlike some others, wasn’t even trying to give me pleasure. Not that I wanted pleasure from the clients.

I was kneeling down in the middle of the bed, the wide leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles. My wrists were attached to my ankles and the gag in my mouth was attached to the leather collar around my neck. The wrist cuffs and collar were a little bit too tight and my muscles were cramping up painfully while I waited for the man to finish. When he did, he slapped me on the butt once before putting on his clothes and leaving without freeing me. Tears fell down my cheeks and I cried into the mattress quietly, hating the feeling of cum running down my legs.

Seven men. Seven men on my last night and I was hurting. Thankfully the bondage man had been last so I had at least been stretched more than needed but it had still hurt. I closed my eyes tiredly and waited for someone to come and free me.

Half an hour later I heard the door open and sighed from relief. Finally. My jaws were hurting from the gag and I was shivering from cold. I heard steps coming closer and then someone kneeled on the bed behind me.

“Damn you look good in bondage, Cabe.” The Keeper said from behind and I flinched violently when he pushed his fingers in me.

“Too bad your dad wants you home. I have customers begging to have you.” The Keeper said and pulled his fingers out. He moved to open the straps holding me still and I rolled away from him with a wince as soon as I could. I fumbled with the straps holding the gag in for a moment before managing to get them loose and pulling the ball out of my mouth.

“Get cleaned up and dressed, someone is taking you home after breakfast.” The Keeper said and got up, leaving me alone. I just sat on the bed for a moment, gaining my strength, before limping across the room for a shower.

After cleaning myself up and changing the sheets on the bed, I went to get Tristan as usual. He was dealing a bit better with having to sleep with strange men than in the beginning and actually smiled when he saw me. It was going to break my heart to tell him that I was leaving.

“Go take a shower and I’ll get breakfast, alright?” I asked when I watched Tristan pull clothes on and he nodded.

“Okay.”

The whole time I spent picking up our breakfast, I was trying to think of the best way to tell the boy that I was leaving. He had already showered when I returned to number eleven and was sitting on the bed wearing one of my hoodies. We ate in silence and I felt like the sandwich got stuck to my throat all the time. Finally I knew I had to tell him.

“Tristan?”

“Mmh?” He mumbled, his mouth full of sandwich, and I bit my lip nervously, looking at the young boy in front of me.

“I.. I have to tell you something.” I said and he looked at me with those big puppy dog eyes of his.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I.. Um..” I couldn’t look at him so I stared at the bed instead.

“I’m leaving. Dad called The Keeper. He wants me home.” I said quietly and waited for Tristan to say something. When he didn’t, I lifted my eyes carefully to look at him. He had stopped eating and stared at the sandwich in his hand numbly.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered and moved closer to him, pulling him in for a hug.

“Don’t be. You’re going home.” he mumbled into my shirt and hugged me back tightly.

“I’ll be fine. I’ll be fine.” Tristan whispered barely audible and tears ran down my face.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered and we both flinched when the bedroom door opened.

“Cabe, let’s go. I haven’t got all day.” The big man who had picked me up from home three weeks ago said from the door and I let go of Tristan reluctantly. I got off the bed and picked up my backpack when Tristan said.

“Wait, your hoodie.” He went to take it off but I just shook my head.

“Keep it. To keep you warm.” I said and tears ran down his face.

“Come on kid.” The big man said and grabbed my arm tightly. I sighed and followed him out of the room, hoping that Tristan would be alright and that I could see him again someday. I was going to miss the little bugger. He was like a brother to me.




Dad was sitting on his barker lounge when I got in the apartment. He got up when he saw me and I let my eyes fall to the floor.

“Give me your arm.” Dad said once he got close enough to touch and I held out my right arm to him obediently. Dad pulled on it, watching my reactions carefully.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore?”

“No, sir.”

“Good. Clean the apartment, you’re fighting tonight.” Dad said, letting go of my arm and returning to his precious chair. I just stood there dumbly for a moment. He was putting me in a fight. Didn’t we have enough money for at least two months rent already?

“Get you ass moving!” Dad yelled from the livingroom and got me moving. My mind was still numb and I held in the tears when I scrubbed and wiped the entire apartment before going to my room and cleaning it as well. Once my room was spotless, I slumped down on my mattress and let the tears come. It hurt to think of Tristan, to know that he was still at the Cave not knowing when he’d get out. I didn’t even care if I had to fight anymore.



I slept for a while and woke up when dad came into my room to tell me that we were leaving now. I got up quietly and changed into older, more torn jeans and a hoodie that had faded from its original black color to a greyish mess. There was no point wearing some of my better clothes to a fight, they would get bloodied and possibly torn and then I would just have one less item to wear. I had already given Tristan one of my nicest hoodies, not that it had been that nice either.

I followed dad to the car quietly and got in without a word. Not that dad tried to strike up a conversation either. He never talked with me, just shouted.

Once we got to the warehouse they had chosen to arrange the fight in this time, they moved around randomly all the time to prevent getting caught by the police, Steve told me take my shirt off right away. He wanted to see if I was really in a good enough shape to fight, dad had sometimes tried to put me in even though he knew I wasn’t fit enough. Once he was pleased that I could fight, he told me to get ready. That meant I had to take my shoes and socks off and go stand in the area where the fight would take place.

Once I stepped into the fighting area, I noticed the three cameras set on the sides. What the hell was going on? They were going to film us fighting? That had never happened before. I glanced up when I heard my opponent being told to get into the view of the cameras and saw a kid about the same size and age as me. For once they seemed to want a somewhat fair fight, not putting me up with some guy twice my size. The other guy was staring at me and we measured each other up in silence. This could go either way and I wished I had had more time to rest before this. Working the whole night and now having to fight was definitely making my chances of winning worse.

“Listen up, you little brats. This fight is important so don’t fuck it up. The cameras show your fight online and there’s a lot of money involved. So you better give me a good fight or neither of you will walk out of this warehouse, got it?” Steve said from few steps away and me and the other kid both murmured our response.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Let’s get started then.”

Steve moved behind the cameras and I could see dad standing next to him. I snapped my attention back to the boy standing in front of me when I saw him move and took a deep breath, preparing myself for the pain to come.



It ended up being a pretty even fight and we both got beaten equally as bad. Afterwards I was panting heavily while sitting on the floor putting my shoes back on. My feet were freezing because of the damn cold floor in the warehouse. I didn’t get it why we couldn’t fight with shoes on.

“Good job, kid.” Steve said and I looked up. I hadn’t heard him come to me.

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly and tried to pull my sock on with trembling hands. I was hurting but I had won. The other boy had been carried off by some guy after I had managed to knock him out with a vicious elbowing in the face. I felt bad about hurting the other boy and almost wished that it had been me who had lost. Almost. I was glad to be able to walk out of the warehouse for once.

Something dropped on my lap and I flinched, looking down. A sandwich. He gave me a sandwich? I looked up at Steve, perplexed, and he winked.

“Eat it before your dad gets back from the office. He should be in a good mood today. He won a lot of money.” Steve said and walked away. I picked up the sandwich feeling confused about Steve. He had never been even remotely nice to me. Actually this was one of the first times he had even spoken to me other than to give orders. I guess he was happy that I won. Wait, dad won? So he had actually bet for me? God I was lucky to win today then. If I had lost, and dad had lost money because of me.. I was for sure had ended back in the Cave in no time. I frowned when I thought about the Cave and Tristan. I hoped he was doing okay.

“Eat it!” Steve shouted from a distance and I glanced up quickly before obeying and wolfing down the sandwich quickly before dad would come and see me eating. I really didn’t need a beat up from him right now.