Pain and.. pain?

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Mitts, you asked why Kevin called Jason 'Cabe', Cabe is Jason's last name, it comes up in chap 15 when Jason's dad takes him to the club himself and meets with the Keeper.

Jason is about to hit rock bottom, dont hate me for it.

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CHAPTER 20


I slept the whole day and when I woke up, Tristan was gone and I was covered in a layer of cold sweat. I hid further into my sweaty bundle and tried to go back to sleep, not ready to face the world quite yet. I knew it had to be almost time to work again but the aches pains in my body made me wish that it wasn’t. I heard the door open and footsteps coming closer but didn’t open my eyes. I knew it wasn’t Tristan, he didn’t wear shoes inside and moved around silently.

“Time to wake up.” Kevin said from above and bit my lip carefully. The blanket was pulled away and I started getting up. There was no point provoking the man. A big hand clasped over my neck and I froze half way up, expecting to be yanked on my feet, in stead the hand pulled away after a moment and Kevin said.

“You have a fever.”

“Mmh, am I in bondage again?” I mumbled, heading towards the bathroom.

“Yeah, I came to strap you down. You’re sick.”

“I’m fine. C-Can I take a shower before you cuff me?” I asked and kept my eyes on the floor, not wanting to look at Kevin.

“Sure. Be quick. I’ll be back in a minute.” Kevin nodded to my relief and I closed the bathroom door behind me.

Warm water felt divine against my sweaty skin and I let out a low sigh while grabbing the shampoo. I was feeling like shit and my muscles and joints ached annoyingly. The bruises had darkened and looked worse now, some new ones had appeared on my hips where customers hand held me a little too tightly. I ran a hand over the biggest bruises and winced at the pain. I was working practically for free looking like this. It would take a long time to get rent money if that was what dad was after.

But dad hadn’t said how long I’d have to be here. He said he was tired of me. Did that mean he was going to leave me here for good?

I dried up and didn’t bother putting on clothes. When I returned to the bedroom, Kevin was already waiting for me. He didn’t look happy and I sat on the bed to buckle the cuffs around my wrists and ankles myself. The older man was glaring at me darkly and I avoided his eyes, not sure what I had done to piss him off again. Maybe I had taken too long with the shower. I buckled the wide leather collar around my neck before picking up the ball gag and putting it in my mouth. I had trouble buckling it up and Kevin reached out to help me. When everything was in place, I knelt on the bed and pressed my face against the covers, letting Kevin lock my wrists to my ankles.

“God damn it, kid.” The man growled when he got me in position and sat down on the bed to prepare me.

I closed my eyes and relaxed my muscles for his fingers. I knew I wasn’t at my best. I was shivering from cold and my skin felt sweaty again but why was he so angry with me? I hadn’t fought him. I was being good. I wanted to tell him I was sorry for what ever I had done but couldn’t because of the gag and wished that I hadn’t put it on yet.

The door opened while Kevin was still preparing me, his fingers scissoring deep in my hole and I took a calming breath. The first customer of the night was always the hardest. The first touch the worst.

“Is he ready?” The Keeper asked from the door and Kevin pulled his fingers out.

“As in prepared? Yes.”

“Good, Bob needs help at the front door; it’s going to be a busy night.” The Keeper said and I felt Kevin move off the bed.

“The kid is sick.”

“He’s been worse. Go. “ The Keeper said sounding impatient and Kevin left with a sigh. I heard the other man coming closer and forced myself to relax. A hand touched my ass and fingers pushed in, making me wince.

“Are you going to give me trouble tonight, Cabe?” The Keeper asked and I shook my head the best I could from the restrains.

“Good. Come to the office in the morning after you’ve cleaned up.” The Keeper said and to my relief, pulled his fingers out of me. My stomach clenched with anticipation when he left and I tried calming myself down. The first customer was going to be here any minute now.




Kevin was again the one to uncuff me in the morning and he had to carry me to the bathroom because my legs wouldn’t stop trembling. He was still in a bad mood and tugged on my hair painfully while washing it. I wanted to tell him that I could wash myself but to tell the truth, I really wasn’t sure I could. I was feeling really weak and wished I wouldn’t have to go downstairs to the office. I got yanked out of the bath by my arm and dried with the efficiency of a dog groomer before Kevin finally let go of me. I pulled away shakily and crumbled on the floor hugging my arm. It was the same arm Jonathan had nearly dislocated a few months earlier and it didn’t feel nice having someone yank on it.

“Put some clothes on, I need to take you downstairs.” Kevin snapped at me and threw the pajama bottoms and sweater he had brought me yesterday in my lap. I winced at the sudden movement and struggled into the sweater before wiggling into the pants. Kevin pulled me off the floor and started marching me out of the door. I did my best to keep up with him to avoid being dragged along the corridor and down the stairs but half way down my legs gave out on me and I landed on my knees painfully. Kevin looked down at me and let out an annoyed growl before wrapping an arm around my waist to keep me on my feet. So much for him not being as rough as the other bouncers, I thought dimly and held on to his shirt for support.

The Keeper was waiting for me and didn’t look pleased when he saw the mess that I was.

“What the fuck Cabe?”

“I-I’m s-sorry, s-sir.” I mumbled and kept my eyes on the floor while Kevin was still holding me up.

The Keeper huffed and I looked up carefully.

“S-Sir? D-Did s-someone com-complain a-about m-me a-again?” I stuttered nervously, desperate to know if I was going to get beaten or not and The Keeper sighed.

“No, no complaints, kid. Kevin, let him sit before he fucking falls.” The man grumbled and I got pushed to sit on the chair in front of his desk. I kept my hands wrapped in the sweater I was wearing and my eyes cast down, not liking what was happening.

“D-Did I d-do som-something w-wrong, s-sir?”

“You got fucking sick, that’s what you did wrong! I can’t use you if you keep fucking passing out on customers.” The Keeper said harshly and I gnawed on my lower lip. So he knew I had passed out while working.

The Keeper sighed and asked. “How are you feeling?”

“I-I c-can work, sir.” I said quickly and looked up at him again.

“You can’t even fucking walk.” Kevin commented from behind me and The Keeper’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

“I can work! P-Please. P-Please d-don’t t-throw m-me out. I c-can work.” I begged desperately and looked at the Keeper with pleading eyes. If he’d throw me out, dad would go mental. He would beat me again and I was positive he would throw me out for good if I’d fuck this up.

“Please don’t call dad.” I whispered barely audible and lowered my head when tears escaped from the corners of my eyes. “I can work. I can. I w-wont disappoint you, s-sir. Please.” I begged with my head down and hunched forward, trembling visibly. He was going to call dad.

There was a moment of silence and then The Keeper told Kevin to leave. I felt like I couldn’t breathe because of fear and kept my eyes down.

“I don’t need trouble, Cabe. And right now that is what you are.” The Keeper said and I hunched down even more.

“I-I’m s-sorry, s-sir.”

It was silent again and then The Keeper pushed his chair away from the desk a little bit.

“Prove to me that you can work.”

I looked up slowly and saw him watching me intently, his legs slightly apart. I gulped and got up, not even trying to walk, instead crawling around the desk to him on my knees. I settled between his legs and reached out with trembling hands to undo his belt. I avoided The Keepers eyes while opening his pants and taking him in my mouth. He hardened quickly and I closed my eyes. Hopefully he would come quickly and I could go back upstairs and sleep.

“Look up.” The Keeper said suddenly and I opened my eyes before looking up at him, his cock still in my mouth. We matched eyes and The Keeper’s hand tangled in my hair, pushing my head down on him. My gag reflex kicked in and I closed my eyes to relax. “No, keep your eyes open. You’ve worked here long enough to know how to deep throat. Your little friend has no trouble taking me all the way down.” The Keeper said instantly and I opened my eyes quickly.

He pushed my head down again and this time and relaxed my throat for him. I knew how to deep throat, thanks to Jonathan and I didn’t want The Keeper thinking that I couldn’t. He was already on the verge of kicking me out.

“Good.” The Keeper sighed and let go of my hair. I kept taking him deep in my mouth, bobbing my head up and down while containing eye contact, hoping that I could please him.

Finally The Keeper came with a grunt and I sucked dutifully until I had swallowed every drop of his seed and cleaned him up. When I pulled away, I let my head drop forward and buried my hands in the sweater again, nervous.

The Keeper tucked himself back in his pants while looking at me and then sighed again. “I’ll give you two days to get your act together. If you can’t work on Friday, you’re out.”

“I c-can work n-now.”

“Don’t argue with me, Cabe! Get your stuff out of number eleven, I can’t afford to give you a room when you’re not working. I don’t care where you sleep. Come see me on Friday before working hours and I’ll decide if I’ll let you stay. Now, get the hell out of my office!”

“T-Thank y-you, s-sir.” I stuttered quickly and staggered to my feet as fast as I could. I felt weak and like I was going to pass out any minute but somehow managed to get out of the office before my knees gave out on me and I fell down.

“Fuck.” I mumbled and took a deep breath, trying to regain at least some energy so I could get my ass upstairs.

A hand circled my arm and I got pulled up. I wasn’t surprised to see Kevin.

“You didn’t get kicked out then. Come on.”

“I-I’m n-not working u-until, F-Friday.” I stuttered and let him drag me forward. Who was I kidding anyway, I wouldn’t be able to walk.

Kevin took me upstairs and into the room Tristan was working in. Tristan was in the middle of changing the sheets and frowned when he saw us.

“What’s going on?” He asked quietly and Kevin pushed me towards the bed.

“Let him sleep here today. The boss kicked him out of his room.” He said and let go of my arm. I tumbled and Tristan came forward to catch me. He was so much smaller than me that we fell to the floor, him under me.

“Sorry.” I mumbled and rolled off of him, too tired to move further. I could just sleep where I was.

Kevin sighed, sounding annoyed and got Tristan’s blanket for me before saying. “Get him some breakfast and make sure he eats it this time, Tristan. I’m off now.”

I just curled up and closed my eyes, falling asleep in an instant.

When Tristan was back with the sandwiches, I ate with reluctance and took the painkiller he offered me before we snuggled close to each other under the blanket.

“W-What happened? Why don’t you have your room anymore?” Tristan asked quietly when he had settled down and I hugged him close.

“I’m not working until Friday. The Keeper gave the room to someone who works.”

“But.. I’ve slept here on my days off.”

“This is different. If I’m not well enough to work on Friday, he’s kicking me out.” I said quietly and felt Tristan tense next to me. “I’m going to be okay, Tristan. Let’s just sleep, please?” I whispered into his hair and thankfully he didn’t push the issue.




When the evening came, I was forced to leave number 18, the room Tristan worked in and look for another place to sleep in. There were no free rooms so I wondered around the building for a moment before hesitantly entering the bouncer’s coffee room, they had a couch. The few men in the room turned to look at me and I dropped my eyes on the floor nervously.

“What do you want?” One of the men asked and I bit my lip nervously.

“C-Can I s-sleep h-here to-tonight?” I mumbled nervously and the men burst out laughing.

“Sleep here? Well, I don’t know, kid, what can you offer in exchange?” One of them asked and I backed away in a hurry. I wasn’t going to let them touch me just to get to sleep on their couch. It wasn’t worth it. Not just because I didn’t want to offer myself up to them but because if The Keeper would find out, he would definitely kick me out without a second thought.

I could still hear the laughter coming from the coffee room when I made my way down the hallway, seeking support from the wall to keep myself up on my feet. I was tired and cold and I just wanted to go back to sleep.

I ended up in the linen closet upstairs. I curled up under in the small space between the floor and the bottom shelf and wrapped Tristan’s blanket around myself, not touching the clean sheets. If I would make them dirty, the money to wash them would be deducted from my earnings and I just couldn’t afford that at the moment.



I slept restlessly through the night, waking up a few times but getting some much needed sleep none the less. I was still fast asleep when the door opened in the morning when some of the other kids came for clean sheets. I opened my eyes reluctantly to see a brown haired standing in the doorway. He looked shocked to see me there but reached to grab clean sheets without a word before closing the door again quickly. I just sighed and curled up tighter. It had to be morning now but I wasn’t ready to move. Tristan would be cleaning up himself and his room now and I didn’t want to be on his way.

A few more people came for clean sheets and I didn’t even bother opening my eyes anymore when the door opened. Not the smartest move and because of that I didn’t see Kevin coming.

“Cabe, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Kevin snapped furiously and grabbed me before I had time to answer him.

“S-Sleeping, s-sir.”

“In the fucking closet?! God damn it!” The man growled and started dragging me forward. His grip hurt but I didn’t complain, letting me him take me to Tristan’s room. Tristan wasn’t there and Kevin shoved me onto the bed.

“You are sleeping on the fucking bed today!”

I bit my lip nervously and backed away from the fuming man in front of me. I couldn’t understand why he was so mad at me all the time.

“I c-can’t s-slee…”

“Shut up, you’re sleeping on the bed, end of discussion. And God help you if I find you sleeping on floor.” Kevin threatened and I pulled my knees up to my chest, hugging them tightly.

We stared at each other in silence until Tristan walked in with breakfast. He stilled at the door when he saw us and I looked down from Kevin’s angry eyes. I didn’t want to make Tristan nervous, I knew he really liked the bouncer and trusted him.

“I brought breakfast.” Tristan said with a meek voice and I moved off the bed to sit on the floor.

“T-Thanks.”

Tristan sat down on the floor with me and Kevin sat on the bed, a bit too close to my taste.

“Tristan, I brought you something.” He said and Tristan turned to look at him. I was watching Tristan and only turned my head when I saw the little boy’s eyes lit up in joy. I saw the comics Kevin was handing to Tristan and looked away again. He was bribing Tristan and I didn’t like it one bit. I had to ask Tristan if Kevin had done something to him.

“Eat you two and get some sleep.” Kevin said before getting up and Tristan thanked him for the fourth time for the comics before the man was out of the room.

Tristan started reading and giggled happily at what he saw. “Jason, do you want to read one? I have a lot, you can pick any you want.” He said excitedly and I shook my head quietly.

“Are you sure?” Tristan asked, sounding a bit disappointed now and I looked up at him with a small smile on my lips.

“I’m sure. Thanks, Tristan.”

He concentrated on reading and I waited until we had both finished before gathering my courage and looking at Tristan carefully. “Um, Tristan? I need to ask you something?”

“Okay.” Tristan said, busy wrapping himself in the blanket and I bit my lip nervously.

“Has.. Has Kevin.. touched you?” I asked carefully and Tristan looked up at me with a confused look on his face.

“Touched me?” He repeated my words slowly before realizing what I meant. “What?! No! Jason, I told you! He’s not like that! He wouldn’t touch me.”

“He’s being too nice, Tristan. Can’t you see that? He’s bribing you with comics and..”

“He’s not bribing me! He’s just being nice! He likes me.”

“Tristan…”

“No! Shut up! He likes me! He wouldn’t touch me!” Tristan screamed at me and I closed my mouth. He was crying and I felt bad for making him upset.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered and moved to hug him. Tristan backed away from me, tears streaming down his cheeks and I stilled.

“I’m sorry. Forget I said anything.” I said quietly and moved to get on the bed. I curled up near the headboard and pulled the clean sheets over myself.




I couldn’t sleep and ended up lying awake or hours. I could hear Tristan sobbing on the floor at the end of the bed and my heart ached, knowing that I was the cause of his tears. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and crawled across the bed before dropping to the floor and curling my body around the thin trembling form of Tristan.

“I’m sorry, Tristan. Please, I’m sorry. Don’t cry. Don’t be angry with me.” I mumbled into his neck and felt my own tears forcing their way out.

“He’s n-not l-like t-that, J-Jason. K-Kevin l-likes me.” Tristan stuttered and I pulled him closer.

“I know. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me.” I cried and Tristan twisted in my hold. I let go of him, thinking that he wanted to get away from me and felt a huge amount of relief when skinny arms came around me in a tight hug and Tristan buried his face into my chest.

“I d-don’t hate you, J-Jason.” He stuttered out and I hugged him close again, burying my nose in his hair and letting the tears come. I knew I would get in trouble with Kevin for sleeping on the floor when he directly ordered me to use the bed but I didn’t care. The man was going to be angry at me no matter what I did and I wanted to be close to Tristan.