Pain and.. pain?

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CHAPTER 22



When Kevin was back to wake me up just before four pm, I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t ready to let go of Tristan who was still sleeping in my arms and I didn’t want to go see the Keeper.

“Cabe, now.” Kevin growled quietly, obviously trying not to wake up Tristan and I moved to get up reluctantly. Tristan turned around in his sleep and mumbled something I couldn’t make any sense of before hugging the blanket to himself and burying his face in it.

I smiled sadly and went past Kevin to the door. The bouncer followed me all the way downstairs but not into the office. The Keeper looked at me critically for a moment before nodding and saying.

“You look better. I assume you can work now?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Number eleven is yours. Go get ready.”

“Yes, sir.” I said quietly and left the room quickly, feeling relieved, big time. I was off the hook for now. Now I just needed to do my job and keep my head down.

Kevin was waiting for me in the hallway and put his hand in my neck when I went past him. I tensed and stopped, only to be pushed forward and led back upstairs. I wanted to go back to Tristan but Kevin ushered me towards number eleven.

“You need to get ready for tonight. Go take a bath.” He said and pushed me towards the bathroom once we got into the room and I obeyed quietly. He followed me in and watched how I filled the tub with water. When it was time to undress, I hesitated just for a moment before turning my back to Kevin and stripping down.

When I was in the tub, Kevin picked up my clothes from the floor and said. “Good luck for tonight.”

I just nodded and started washing myself. It felt good to have a bath after sweating in the same clothes for the past few days and I just took my time, enjoying the warm water.



The night went well, I was busy but thankfully none of the customers were really bad. It was nice not having to be bound the whole night.

I had just gotten out of the bath and wrapped myself in the comforter because I didn’t have any clothes when Tristan came in with breakfast.

“Hi.” He said quietly and came to sit next to me.

“Hi.”

“I brought you breakfast.” Tristan smiled and handed me the plate with sandwiches. I smiled back at him and let the comforter fall to my waist. Tristan’s eyes were instantly drawn to the fading bruises all over my body and I covered myself quickly again, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“When do you have to leave?” I asked to distract him and Tristan’s brown furrowed.

“In a minute. I just came to bring you breakfast.” He said and I glanced at him with a silent ‘oh’.

We stared at each other for a moment before hugging again and then Tristan got up to leave. When I watched him go, I felt my heart sink and cold shivers run down my back. He was gone. Tristan was gone and I had to sleep alone from now on.

I looked down at the half eaten sandwich in my hand and dropped it on the plate, my appetite gone. I pushed the dishes aside and curled up to sleep.

I had barely closed my eyes when the door opened and I looked up to see Kevin. He came closer and sat on the bed before handing me the folded clothes he was carrying. I took them hesitantly and realized it was a clean pair of pajama pants and a clean sweater. I looked at them for a moment before handing them back.

“W-Where are m-my clothes, s-sir?”

“I’m washing them, put those on.”

“I-I w-want my o-own c-clothes, sir.” I mumbled, pulling the comforter higher until he could only see the top of my head and closed my eyes.

“Not possible. Just get dressed.”

“Y-You d-don’t have t-to be n-nice to me anymore. Tristan’s gone.” I stuttered and pressed my palms into my eyes to keep the tears from falling.

There was a moment of silence and then a puzzled. “Excuse me?”

“H-He’s g-gone. You d-don’t have to be n-nice to me a-anymore.” I mumbled and flinched when strong hands grabbed me. I expected to be pulled up roughly and opened my eyes in surprised when I was only turned around carefully.

“I’m not being nice to you because of Tristan, Jason.” Kevin said almost softly and I pulled away from him, not able to keep the fear away.

“Hell, I haven’t been nice to you at all.”

“Y-You gave me the clothes.”

“So?”

“W-Why?”

“Because you looked like a mess. Put them on.”

“I-I d-don’t want to, sir.”

“Why not?”

“W-What d-do you w-want f-from me?” I stuttered out and Kevin just stared at me for a moment.

“You think I want to fuck you in exchange of the clothes?” He asked slowly as realization dawned on him. “I don’t want to fuck you, Jason. And I wasn’t being nice to Tristan because I wanted to fuck him.” He said and grabbed the comforter covering me.

I cried out from fear and pulled my knees tightly against my chest when he took away my only cover.

Kevin dropped the comforter on the bed and nudged the clothes closer with his foot.

“Put them on. You don’t want me dressing you, trust me.” The man said, his familiar harsh tone back and I reached out for the clothes. I struggled into them quickly trying to cover myself from Kevin’s piercing eyes at the same time.

This time the pajama pants were red and had little doggies on them. I wondered what was up with the cartoon animals and hugged the soft sweater close to my body.

“Finish your breakfast.”

I turned my eyes on the left over sandwiches and shook my head.

“I’m not hungry, sir.”

“Don’t call me ‘sir’, I’m not one of your clients. Go to sleep.” Kevin just grunted and picked up the plate and milk glass from the floor before marching out of the room.

I reached to grab one of the pillows from the bed before curling up on the floor, hugging it to my chest and setting to sleep. I missed Tristan already and knew that being at the Cave would be a thousand time more difficult without the little boy.



Three weeks later I was sitting by the kitchen table, eating dinner with few other boys, still feeling down about Tristan leaving. The others were chatting with each other but I remained quiet, not feeling like socializing. The only reason I was eating in the kitchen was Kevin who had threatened to lock me out of number eleven for the whole day if I didn’t eat outside of the room. I figured spending half an hour in the accompany of others was better than having to return to the linen closet to sleep.

“Are you mute or something?” One of the boys sitting across the table asked suddenly and I glanced at him shortly while cutting my lasagna with my fork.

I didn’t answer him and another boy at the end of the table snorted.

“Don’t bother. He thinks he’s better than us just because one of the bouncers fucks him.”

I tensed at that and turned to look at him. I had seen him before; he was about the same age I was, maybe a bit older, definitely close to being told to leave because he was looking too old.

“I don’t let the bouncers fuck me.” I said quietly and the boy just smirked arrogantly.

“Yeah? Where did you get those clothes again? Oh yeah, Kevin gave them to you for letting him fuck you.”

“He’s not fucking me.” I said a bit firmly this time and set my fork down.

I wasn’t about to sit there and listen to this kid mock me. I took my plate and went to put it away, not hungry anymore when the other boy stuck his leg out and tripped me. I fell on my knees painfully and broke the plate I had been carrying.

“Not so hot now are you?” The boy laughed behind me and I jumped to my feet quickly, my temper flaring.

“Shut up!”

“What, can’t take the truth? Is he any good? I bet you like him fucking you.” The boy laughed and I just lot it. Three weeks of feeling like shit and I just let it all out on the other boy.

I hit him as hard as I could and he cried out in pain. The other boys in the room jumped up quickly and backed away from the room, not wanting to get involved in the fight. The boy I had attacked recovered from the first sock quickly. He jumped me, tackling me down on the floor and bringing his fist down hard against my stomach. Air blew out of my lungs and I just brought my arms around my head to protect myself, not feeling so brave anymore.

“What the fuck is going on?!” An angry voice yelled from the door and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. Kevin. The other boy was pulled off of me and then I got yanked on my feet roughly.

“Explain!”

“He attacked me! I was just holding him down.” The other boy exclaimed quickly and Kevin turned his burning eyes on me.

“Jason?”

“I..”

“Fucking brats. Go to your rooms, now!” Kevin yelled at the others and the boys scattered out of the room as quickly as they could.

“Y-You’re hurting m-me.” I tried and tried pulling my arm free of Kevin’s hold.

He smacked me hard across the face and pointed a finger at me. “If you have a clue what’s good for you, you’ll keep your trap shut right now, Jason.” He warned and I looked down.

I was fucked.

Kevin dragged me forward roughly until we reached number eleven and he threw me on the bed. I bounced once and backed off the bed, into the corner away from Kevin.

“You fucking idiot! You think your ass is worth all the trouble you cause?! You better wish that other kid doesn’t have bruises or you’ll be paying for them.”

“H-He s-started it.” I tried meekly and cowered away from Kevin when he stalked closer with anger burning in his eyes.

“He said you hit first! Did you?!”

“I.. I did but.. b-but..”

“No buts, Jason!”

The door to the room opened and The Keeper walked in, making my eyes go wide with fear. He knew. The Keeper knew I hit the other boy.

“Kevin?”

“The little shit admitted hitting first.” Kevin spat and The Keeper stopped to stand next to Kevin, his cold eyes staring down on me.

“Really?”

“I-I’m s-sorry.” I begged and tried to hide in my sweater.

“I can’t deal with this right now, we have a full house again today. Kevin, punish him and put him in bondage today.” The Keeper ordered and Kevin nodded seriously, his eyes never leaving my huddled form against the corner.

“Yes, boss.”

The Keeper left and Kevin locked the door after him.

“K-Kevin, I-I’m s-sorry.” I tried again, only to be glared into silence.

Kevin moved to sit on the bed and said. “Come here, Jason.”

I lounged forward, crawling to kneel between his open legs, my body trembling visibly. Just then I noticed the ball gag in his hand and I opened my mouth to beg again.

“Save it, Jason.” Kevin snapped and stuck his fingers in my mouth to force it open wider so he could push in the gag. He strapped it down and I hung my head forward, choking on my tears. “Strip.”

I obeyed as quickly as I could, not wanting to provoke him and when I was naked, Kevin grabbed my arm and pulled me off the floor and across his lap. He bent my arm back and across my back to hold me still and before I could even try getting free, hard smacks started raining down on my bare bottom.

I cried out from pain and screwed my eyes tightly shut, just trying to endure.

When Kevin finally stopped, we were both breathing heavily and I was sobbing my heart out. Kevin took a moment to catch his breath before pushing me away and snapping. “Get on the bed.”

He was still angry and it scared me. He hadn’t been yelling at me that much in the past three weeks and I had even started to trust him a little bit but at the moment all that trust was gone.

I got on the bed and knelt on it, hiding my face against the covers while Kevin retrieved the cuffs and collar. He was rough while buckling up the gear I had wished I would never have to wear again and I dreaded the upcoming hours.

When Kevin sat on the bed behind me to prepare me, my whole body tensed and I couldn’t convince myself to relax. It hurt more than it had to and not just because Kevin was being rougher than usually.



The night was horrible. I didn’t know if it was because I had already been shaken up and hurting before it started but somehow all the customers seemed to be rougher than usual. One of the men removed my gag and raped my mouth until my throat felt raw and I hadn’t stopped crying once during the whole night.

My tears had ran out by the time Kevin came to let me loose and I was just feeling broken. He detached the wrist cuffs from the ankle cuffs and I collapsed on the bed, reaching up to pull the gag from my mouth. My jaws hurt.

Kevin didn’t bother helping me with the rest of the gear but was already walking towards the door, clearly still angry with me. I managed to pull the gag from my mouth just when he reached the door and whispered hoarsely.

“He said I let you fuck me because you gave me clothes.” My voice was raw and I closed my eyes tiredly when Kevin turned to look at me.

“Excuse me?”

“T-That’s why I h-hit him.” I mumbled and felt tears pooling in my eyes again. How the hell I managed to form more tears was beyond me.

Kevin stalked closer to the bed and I closed my eyes, fear clenching my stomach painfully.

“He said I was fucking you?” Kevin asked and reached out to touch me. I tried pulling away, my sore muscles protesting with hot pain and I braced myself for the hit.

“Ssh, don’t move, you’re just hurting yourself more.” Kevin said and sat down on the bed next to me, starting to unbuckle the cuffs carefully.

“I-I’m s-sorry.” I coughed out and felt disgusted with the feeling of cum leaking out of me. I couldn’t stop the tears either and wished that Kevin would just go away. I didn’t want anyone touching me now.

Kevin took everything off before going to the bathroom to pull a bath for me and reappearing to pick me up and carry me in. I winced from pain when he lowered me in the warm water and tried pulling me knees against my chest. My legs weren’t obeying me so I ended up hunching forward to cover myself from Kevin’s piercing brown eyes. I hated how I always felt he could see right through me.

Kevin helped me wash, his fingers working shampoo into my hair gently and I closed my eyes tiredly. I needed a break. I needed a break before I would break.

When Kevin a moment later handed me a clean pair of pajama pants to wear, I refused.

“Jason, we’ve been through this before.” The man growled in frustration and I just hugged the wet towel closer to myself.

“N-No. I a-already got in t-trouble once f-for wearing them.” I stuttered and Kevin looked at the pants in his hands. They were the white pair with ducks again.

“You won’t get in trouble for wearing these clothes, Jason.” He said and pulled the towel away from me. I tried shielding myself from his gaze but got manhandled around easily so that he could wiggle me into the ducky pants and a warm sweater. Once I was dressed, Kevin pulled me close and hugged me. I tried twisting away, feeling uncomfortable and not wanting to be that close to him but the man kept me close.

“Calm down, Jason. You are tired and hurt, stop fighting me.”

“Please, d-don’t touch me.” I begged quietly and buried my hands in the sweater, staring at the ducks that seemed to be mocking me like that boy yesterday.

“I’m not hurting you. Let yourself rest.” Kevin said and I closed my eyes, hunching forward. Somehow I ended up spilling silent tears into his shoulder while his arms held my trembling body still. I was just so tired.