I was His

I was His
By
Kiix

Done: March 18, 2007
Words 12,700


I was his. I was bought and paid for. What made it worse was that my so called guardian, Uncle Joey took the cash for me right in front of my own eyes. This was to make sure that I knew, that this “life” was all I was good for. The whore’s child deserved all the hell on earth that could be meted out on his filthy body. Like I had asked to be born.

I preferred to be unconscious when He sold my ass to the highest bidder. If they beat me first, or drugged me, it didn’t matter. I escaped, if only for a couple of minutes, or hours if I was lucky.

But the routine has changed now.

Ever since that client cut me up, I don’t get picked anymore. I’m not pretty enough, now. He had me growing out my hair. He even had someone come in and glue on extensions to hide my scared face. Nobody fucked me any more. That was okay too.

He wasn’t getting his monies worth out of me any more. I don’t know how long that will last. He didn’t strike me as someone who assisted charity cases. I knew there were other whores in this place, where ever it was. I hear the crying late at night. Tears didn’t get you anything but more tears. You don’t get to interact with the rest of the boys. Our bodies belong to him. The only time I see the others is on the stage and that is under direct supervision.

The door to my cell opened. I glanced over at them with my remaining one good eye. This is out of the ordinary. Maybe my welfare case was being considered now. No sense in dragging it out.

I had tried suicide once. That was the only opportunity I had had. They caught me. Since then, I have never been alone and if I was, I was bound so I couldn’t attempt it again. I cost too much. I must have brought in good money, I’d get fucked nightly five times over. That was before Mr. Happy knife.

Tony came in and unhooked the chain attached to my ankle He pulled me to my feet and waited for me to actually get some feeling in my legs. My arms had fallen numb hours ago. He didn’t make a move to uncuff me. He just pulled me forward down the narrow corridor. We turned left instead of the usual right.. My legs stopped working. Maybe my fate was already decided. If you turned left, you never came back.

Tony gave me a jerk forward to get me moving again. This was okay too. All this humiliation and pain would be over. I wouldn’t have to clench my teeth and endure or pretend that I enjoyed myself. Yeah, this was fine.

We came to a steel door and I got hit with sunlight. I seared into my eye. So bright. So beautiful. I haven’t been outside since that day I got sold. I don’t even know how long I’ve been in, wherever it was. This door lead to an alley way. The pavement cut at my bare feet. Tony pulled me along to a blacked out car. I fully expected to get tossed in the trunk. Tony opened the door and shoved me inside. I half landed on the seat and on the floor. With my arms locked behind me, and they were numb to begin with, it was easier just to slide to the floor and stay there.

“Sorry this had to happen, kid.” Tony slammed the door. The car started up and began moving. The daylight was too bright. I shut my eye and turned my face down to the floor. I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t want to go back there anyway so trying to watch where I was going was pointless.

I slept. I opened my eye and found it was easier to see in the darkness now. I still couldn’t see anything but the sound of pavement had changed to the sound of crunching gravel. My final resting place was going to be in the woods. I let a smile cross my lips. I used to love the woods, when I was younger. Kind of fitting, I guess. Back to the place I love.

The car stopped. There was nothing but the tick tick tick of the engine after a long drive. The back door was opened and a hand on my ankle dragged me out of the car. I landed on my side on the cool stones. I got manhandled to my feet. I glanced up and saw a huge stone mansion, cheerily light up from within. My stomach clenched. Maybe I was supposed to entertain before they killed me. I would rather just die.

I was marched forward. I stumbled on the rough ground. This suit swore then I was hoisted over his shoulder and carried into the house. Instead of setting me down in the foyer, he continued on through the house taking me to tonight’s master. I got set down on a plush carpet. My toes scrunched in the softness. I don’t think I ever felt anything so soft.

“Position.” I bowed my head then lowered myself as gracefully as I could to my knees. I opened my thighs wide and leaned forward until my forehead rested on the carpet. Then the suit surprised me by uncuffing my hands. He left the leather cuffs on but my hands were free. They were useless, but they flopped to my side. It took more effort than I thought it should to drag my arms under me, crossing at my stomach.

“Mr. Maxello. He is here.”

“Leave us.” Closed my eyes and kept my forehead on the floor. If I listened and obeyed this would all be over soon. “Sit up, Hans.”

That was something I hadn’t heard in a long time. My first name. I thought I’d forgotten it, maybe I wanted to forget it. Nobody with a name should have to go through, what I went through. It’ll be over soon though. I was actually looking forward to that.

I raised myself up, keeping my head down. My hands were supposed to spread, framing my hairless cock and balls but I couldn’t get them to move. There was nothing I could do about it but accept punishment for bad form.

“How long have you had the cuffs on, Hans? A couple of hours? A day? Days?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

“Lift your head up, I want to see your face.” I sat up straight, pushing my chest out and up, pulling my shoulders back, tightening my stomach and spreading my legs wider.

“Beautiful form, Hans. Simply beautiful.” I kept my eyes…eye downcast. Matching gazes with the client Master was punished severely.

“Do you know what day it is, Hans?”

“No, Sir.”

“It is April 6th. Good Friday. You’re eighteenth birthday today.”

Eighteen? That’s all? Uncle Joey sold me when I was just turning fourteen. I would have been going into highschool that year. It’s only been four years?

“Your contract is over. You are an adult now.”

What? What was he saying?

“As per the contract, you get 10% of your earnings, minus the initial payment of $10,000. You have $63,000 dollars coming to you Hans. You can look at me.” I searched the room with my limited vision and found the silhouette of a tall well built man standing at a huge window as the large white moon rose over the tree tops. “However, you cannot leave us, Hans. Your injury has tied you to us until the end of your days. I will be your only client, Hans. You will not be returning to the brothel.”

He turned and walked toward me, stopping only a few paces from me. He hadn’t told me not to look away so I looked this man over. His face was smooth with just a few crowsfeet beginning in the corners of his eyes. His dark hair was peppered with silver and is cut in a business man’s style. His body was trim and he wore his suit with confidence. He was handsome, dignified and he was my new and only Master, now. Tears welled up in my one eye and now I was basically blind. I stiffened as a cloth brushed at my eye. His hand cupped my chin and the other hand traced the long scar from my jaw, over my cheek, gently on my lid and up into my brow.

“The man who did this to you will never do that to anyone ever again, Hans. You will have nothing to fear.”

I went from being raped by five to being the exclusive toy of one. That didn’t seem any better. “I haven’t said you couldn’t speak.”

“Why?” I hadn’t used my voice in so long, it was low and croaked.

“We provide a service, Hans. Families are in desperate times. They take desperate measures. The family signs a contract for their son or daughter. We give them an initial payment of that person’s estimated earnings and we take them in until parental guardianship ceases. At that time, the worker is returned to their family with their earnings. That is how this organization works…but…that isn’t the way it worked with you, Hans. Those sons and daughters were accept know why they are here, working so hard. They know it is to salvage their family. You, however…we didn’t learn of your Uncle’s deception until after your suicide attempt.”

“By that time, it was too late for you. It was six months into your contract. You had proven popular. There was nothing to be done but keep you isolated and protected. Still, we didn’t do enough. That madman cut your beautiful face and took your sight in your left eye. All the best doctors we could afford, could not save your vision.” He turned my head and looked into my milky white orb. “Such beautiful gray eyes…ruined.”

“Because of that, we are amending the contract. You will get 100% of your full earnings. We have seized all of your Uncle’s assets and retrieved the initial payment. You have $730,000 in a bank account opened in your new name, Hans Maxello. To the outside world, you are my son and will be treated as such. In here, you are my slave, unless you wish to be my lover. I am putting you in a bigger and better cage, Hans, but make no mistake; it still is a cage.”

“Understood, Sir.”

“Cedric. You may call me by my first name.”

“Yes, Sir Cedric.”

“Just Cedric will do, Hans. You will be tutored. You will get an education. Highschool for sure and if you provide up to the task, college or university. But make no mistake, Hans – you belong to me. I will not tolerate disobedience from you. That was a hard listen learned back at the brothel. I would like to think that you would not care to repeat it.”

“No Cedric. I will be obedient.”

“Can you move your hands.”

I tested them. They moved slightly and there was a tingling now in my fingertips. This was going to be painful very soon. “A bit, Sir.”

“Summers!” The door opened behind me and the man who carried me through the house came back in. “Escort Hans to his room. Send for some dinner for him.”

“Hans, you will shower. You will dress in what is laid out on the bed. You will eat, then Summers will take you to my room. You will sleep in my bed every night whether I am in it or not. Understood.”

“Yes, Cedric.”

Cedric unbuckled the cuffs at my wrist and looked at the raw skin there. He did the same with the cuffs at my ankles. The narrow metal ring at my neck, he just touched with his finger tips. “I will get you a better one, more fitting to your new station.” Cedric caught my upper arms and pulled me to my feet. He ran his hand down my scar again and sadness filled his eyes. “You can be happy here, Hans, if you choose to be. The bars of the cage are wide enough that you can see beyond them if you only care to look.”

He tilted my chin up and brought his face down for a kiss. Kissing I didn’t mind. It never hurt to kiss. I opened my mouth to him and tangled my tongue with his. I angled my head to get the deepest penetration from him. He sucked on my tongue then moved his lips to my scar, kissing the puckered red flesh, licking at my scarred eyelid. Lightly nipping at my brow. He ran his hand down the front of my body and stopped at my crotch. My body was conditioned for fucking. His simple kiss had my cock pulsing and stiffening to attention.

“I will be along shortly, Hans. Remember, you are still a brothel boy here. In time, you may transform into something better with my guidance. You can be happy here or you can be miserable. It doesn’t matter to me, because either way you are still mine.”

I lowered my head as I had been taught when dealing with the client master. It didn’t matter if I was happy or sad as long as I was beautiful and obedient. My beauty was taken from me, so all I had left was obedience. I had no family. I had no friends. No one to turn to in the outside world even if I were freed from this existence. This whoring was all I knew how to do. It would be safer to do it with Cedric than to run and end up hustling on the streets. I was his son, so he said. He would protect me like a father should and an Uncle never did.

“Yes, Cedric. I am yours.”

Summers caught my arm and pulled me out of the room. Cedric had returned to staring out the window at the bright full moon. I was a maimed whore not one else wanted to fuck anymore. I was an adult able to make my own choices and….I chose him. Yes, I was his.