Pain and.. pain?

Thruth to be told, this story is getting a bit out of hand. I was expecting to write about 25 chapters max when i started but that is definitely not going to happen. The story is growing and evolving all the time but i feel that it's better this way.

I need a few more characters added to the story to help our little guy but we're getting there, i promise.

Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks!

Now, I need some sleep!



CHAPTER 19


I woke up late in the afternoon, my hair messy and shivering from cold. I pulled the blanket more tightly around myself and smiled when I remembered last night. Troy.

I had a warm feeling in my chest that I for the longest time had only gotten when with Tristan and couldn’t stop smiling. My life was still a mess and I knew that once dad would be back I wouldn’t be able to see Troy again but for now I just wanted to be happy. Just for one day. I deserved that much, right?

My smile faltered a bit in hesitation and I pushed my blanket away with a sigh. I needed a shower and I needed it badly.

An hour later I was sitting by the kitchen table, eating baked beans again. It was almost five o’clock and I wondered what Troy was doing. I wanted to see him and I figured that I could go downstairs in about an hour, after Benton had left for work. I found myself smiling again and blushed. I wasn’t used to feeling like this about anyone.



Ten past six I headed downstairs and knocked on Troy’s door a bit nervously. He opened the door and grinned at me happily.

“Hey, babe. Come in.”

I moved into the apartment and got pulled into a hug instantly. Troy kissed me and I smiled against his lips. He let go of me and asked. “So, what do you want to do tonight?”

“Um.. I d-don’t know.” I mumbled and fumbled with my shirt nervously.

“Do you want to go out?”

“Um.. sure.” I smiled and Troy got his coat.

“Okay, let’s go.” He said and opened the door again.

We walked side by side in silence for a moment, me feeling nervous and Troy babbling on and on about something he had seen on TV. It was weird how he always seemed to have something to say. I didn’t mind his talking; it saved me from a lot of awkward stuttering and besides, I liked it how Troy could get so excited of little things like something he saw on TV.

When I was with him I almost felt normal. Or what my idea of a normal was.



A few hours later we were back in our building. My cheeks were rosy from the fresh air and I couldn’t remember when the last time I had smiled so much was. We had been to the park and the mall, just hanging around. I had had a fun day and felt a little disappointed of having to go back home.

We reached second floor and Troy turned to look at me. “Do you want to come over?” He asked with a grin and I bit my lip nervously.

“No, um.. I think I need to go home.” I mumbled and Troy nodded slightly.

“Okay, I’ll see you later then, right?”

“Yeah, see you later.” I smiled and headed upstairs. I was grinning stupidly all the way upstairs and opened our door. My smile died on my face in a second when I realized who was standing before me. Blood rushed away from my face and I glued my eyes to the floor, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest.

“And where the hell have you been?” Dad asked with a cold voice and I knew I was screwed, big time.

“O-Out, s-s-sir.”

“Out?! Who the hell said you could go running around outside?!” Dad raised his voice and I hunched my shoulders forward when he came closer.

“N-No o-one, s-sir. I-I’m s-s-sorry, s-sir.” I stuttered and let out a quiet yelp when dad backhanded me painfully.

“You fucking brat! I help you with Jonathan, I give you money and this is how you repay me?!” Dad screamed and started rattling me. I just covered my head with my arms and closed my eyes, waiting for him to stop. Fighting back would only make things worse, so would begging, and dad was already angry enough.

Dad shoved me against the door and kept smacking me until I was laying huddled against the corner. When he backed away, I was sobbing heavily and bleeding from a cut lip. “You pathetic little shit. I leave you alone for few fucking days and you have to go and fuck up!” Dad growled and walked into the kitchen. I heard him pick up the phone and tried wiping away my tears before he’d be back. Dad hated it when I cried.

I wasn’t listening to dad on the phone and flinched when he was suddenly by my side again. “I’m going to teach you to fucking behave you little shit. Pull yourself together; you’re going to the Cave. I’m tired of having to put up with your shit!” Dad spat at me and I took a ragged breath.




Half an hour later a bouncer from the Cave came over to pick me up and didn’t seem very impressed with having to carry me down to the car.

“Shit kid, you’re going to be working for pennies with that face.” The bouncer grunted while starting the car and I huddled against the door. My whole body ached and I knew I looked bad. I tried keeping pressure on my split lip to stop the bleeding by pressing the sleeve of my hoodie against it and rested my forehead against the cool window, hoping that it would ease my throbbing headache.

When we got to the club and the bouncer helped me in and to the Keeper’s office. The Keeper took one look at me and whistled. “Cabe! Who stomped on your face?” He asked and came around his desk.

The bouncer was holding me up and I closed my eyes when the Keeper lifted his hand to touch me. He was going to hurt me. The two men undressed me and the Keeper huffed when he saw the bruises forming in my arms and upper body.

“You’re getting minimum cut. And that is me being generous. Tell you what, I’ll do you a favor and put you in bondage today. Men who like bondage don’t usually care about bruises that much.” The man said and caught my chin to pull my head up.

“Do you have a concussion?” The Keeper asked when he saw my half lidded eyes and I tried shaking my head.

“N-No.”

“Liar. No matter, you don’t have to move in bondage.” The Keeper said and nodded to the man behind me who was still holding me up. “Kevin, take him to room eleven, prepare him and strap him down. I’ll send the first customer up in an hour.”

The man holding me pulled me backwards and out of the office. I barely realized that I was still butt naked and tilted my head to look at the man dragging me forward.

“Y-You’re K-Kevin?” I mumbled when he headed towards the stairs and the man gave me a surprised look.

“Yeah, should I know you?”

“N-No, s-sir. T-Tristan t-told me a-about y-you.”

The man looked at me again, this time a bit curiously before giving me a half a smile. “You’re Jason, right?”

I nodded and Kevin took a better hold of me, carrying me more than dragging me now. He took me to number eleven and let me lay on the bed while he pulled a bath. When Kevin a moment later helped me into the warm water, he asked. “So, what did you do?”

I pulled my knees up and rested my forehead against them before mumbling. “I went out.”

“Out drinking?”

“Out walking with a friend.”

Kevin picked up the shampoo and started washing my hair without a word. He wasn’t gentle but I appreciated the fact that he wasn’t being intentionally brutal like some of the other guards. When I was clean, he helped me dry up and to the bed. I didn’t fight him when he attached a collar around my neck, leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles and strapped me to the bed on my knees with my ass in the air. I rested my forehead against the bedcover and closed my eyes, spreading my knees so Kevin could attach the wrist and ankle cuffs together.

When Kevin picked up the ball gag and sat on the bed to put it on, I asked. “Is.. Is he here?”

The man stilled for a moment before asking. “Tristan?”

I nodded into the bedcover and turned my head to the side when I felt Kevin’s hand in my hair, not wanting him to pull on it. “He’s here. But he’s not working tonight. I’ll tell him to come and see you in the morning.”

“No, d-don’t. I.. I’ll go to him later. I.. I d-don’t want him to see me in bondage.” I mumbled and opened my mouth wide so he could put the gag on.

Kevin stared at me for a moment before pushing the ball in and strapping it down. I pressed my face against the covers again and tried relaxing my shoulders to prolong the inevitable cramps that were going to torture me for the rest of the night.

Kevin moved to kneel behind me on the bed and I heard the lube tube pop open. I flinched when his goo covered fingers pressed against my entrance and he set his other hand on my lower back. “Stay still. I need to stretch you.”

I closed my eyes, my face red with humiliation and tried to relax my muscles to allow his fingers in. After preparing me, Kevin left and I took a deep breath to calm myself down. I could do this. I had to do this.

The best thing about bondage was that I didn’t see half the customers coming in. Most of them just came in, dropped their pants and dove right in, not bothering with talking or anything else. Some removed the gag so I could give them head but they always put the ball back in my mouth before leaving. Those were the instructions they got when they came in; it didn’t matter what they did to me, but I had to be left in the same position I was in when they came in. I didn’t mind giving head in bondage; it gave me a chance to relax my jaw and made it less painful in the long run.



When the last customer of the night left the room, I was exhausted. I had passed out a few times but I was fairly sure none of the customers had noticed; again a good thing about bondage. I kept my eyes closed and my face pressed against the covers, waiting for the Keeper to come and release me. Half an hour later the door to my room opened and I couldn’t help my body from tensing, expecting the rough fingers being pushed in. Instead my hands were detached from my ankles and the straps unbuckled. I didn’t move, my muscles numb from keeping still for hours and just waited for the who ever was in the room to leave so I could drag my naked ass to the bathroom.

“Jason?” Kevin asked when he pulled the gag out of my mouth and I finally let myself collapse on the bed. I kept my eyes closed and took a long ragged breath while waiting for the feeling to return in my limbs.

“I-I’m o-okay.” I mumbled and Kevin snorted.

“Yeah, right.” He disappeared into the bathroom and soon I heard the water running.

A moment later he was back to pick me up from the bed like I weighted nothing more than a feather and carried me to the bath. I winced when the warm water stung in my bottom and started washing myself with trembling hands while Kevin disappeared from the bathroom. I was so tired that I wanted to just curl up on the floor and sleep the whole day.

Once I was clean, Kevin helped me to put on pajama bottoms, white ones with little ducks on them and a soft sweater. When I stared at the clothes stupidly and then looked up at him, he smiled and said. “I brought you clean clothes. Let’s get you in bed and I’ll tell Tristan to bring you breakfast.”

He had changed the sheets in the bed and was now trying to tuck me in it but I pulled away.

“N-No.” I mumbled and stared at the floor when he glanced at me.

“You don’t sleep in beds either?”

“N-No, s-sir.” I stuttered and Kevin sighed.

“Fine.”

He let me sit down on the floor and handed me the bed covers before walking to the door. I bundled myself up and hid under the covers closing my eyes tiredly. I wasn’t hungry, I just wanted to sleep.




I was already asleep when Tristan came in with breakfast a few minutes later. He sat down on the floor with me and shook my shoulder carefully to wake me up. I opened my eyes reluctantly and gave him a lopsided smile when I saw him .

“H-Hey.” I mumbled and closed my eyes again.

“Hi. I brought you breakfast.” Tristan said with a quiet voice and pulled my blanket away from me. “Jason you have to eat. I brought painkillers too.” He continued and I just pulled my oversized sweater over my head.

“I-I’m n-not hungry.”

“Please, Jason. For me?” Tristan begged and when I still didn’t sit up to eat, crawled his way into my bundle and hugged me from behind.

“Do you hurt?” He asked barely audible, his breathing against the back of my neck and I let the tears I had been holding back roll down my cheeks. I was too tired to fight them and fell asleep with the comforting feeling of Tristan against my back. He wouldn’t hurt me. He was the one person in the world who wouldn’t hurt me.



I woke up again when Tristan moved behind me. He sat up and I tried keeping the blanket over myself.

“Cabe! Get up!” Harsh voice said from above and I wrenched my eyes open to see Kevin staring down on us.

“Mmh, I’m tired.” I mumbled and flinched violently when Kevin leaned down to pull me upwards. He grabbed my arm and lifted me to sit before letting go.

“Tristan, you were supposed to make sure he eats.” Kevin told Tristan who was sitting next to me, looking nervous.

“I tried! But he didn’t want to eat.”

“I’m not hungry. It’s not Tristan’s fault.” I yawned and pulled Tristan close so I could protect him incase Kevin got violent. I didn’t trust the man.

My actions didn’t go unnoticed by Kevin who held out a sandwich for me.

“Eat. You need to take the painkillers and then you can sleep.” He said and Tristan took the sandwich from him.

I let my head fall forward until my head was resting on Tristan’s shoulder and closed my eyes again, hugging him loosely.

“Jason? Please?” Tristan asked carefully and I took the sandwich from him with a sigh.

“Alright. But just because you’re asking me.” I mumbled and started nibbling on the sandwich while avoiding looking at Kevin who was still looming over us. The sandwich was getting stuck to my throat and Tristan handed me a glass of milk.

“Thanks.” I smiled faintly and gulped down half of the milk. When I had eaten and taken the painkiller Kevin had brought, I lay back down and pulled the blanket around me. Tristan snuggled close again and asked.

“Are you feeling any better?”

“Yeah, thanks.” I murmured even though I wasn’t. I looked up at Kevin who was still watching us and wondered what he wanted. I didn’t like the dark look on his face and wrapped my arms around Tristan who was now laying at my front.

“Sleep you two, you’ll be working too tonight, Tristan.” Kevin said finally and left us to sleep. Tristan sighed and I dug my nose in his hair, breathing in the familiar scent.

“I don’t like him Tristan.” I whispered into his hair and the little boy in my arms turned around so he could see me.

“Why not? He’s nice.”

“Too nice. People aren’t nice without a reason. Especially bouncers.”

“Kevin is.”

“I just don’t want to see you get hurt, that’s all.” I murmured and hugged him closer.

“I’m not hurt, Jason. You are.”

“I’m okay, Tristan, don’t worry.”

“No, you’re not. Don’t lie to me, Jason. I know you’re not okay. I heard the other boys talking in the kitchen. You couldn’t even walk when Kevin brought you in.” Tristan said sharply and I bit my swollen lip carefully.

“Let’s just sleep, okay? It’ll get better, I promise. I’m fine, you’ll see.” I said with a whisper and rested my forehead against Tristan’s shoulder, feeling safe with him.