Brian walked into his loft and through his leather jacket toward the direction of the couch but falling short and hitting the hard wood floor with a slap. He turned toward Boy and told him to come in and close the door.
           
             “I can’t keep calling you ‘Boy’ it just doesn’t sound right. Is there anything else I can call you that doesn’t seem so degrading?” Brian asked hoping that Boy will tell him his real name and it would solve so much of his current problems.

            “Master that is my name.” Boy said as he made his way to stand in front of the couch by Brian who was sitting down with his bare feet on the coffee table.

            “What was your name before……..the one your parents gave you.” Brian asked again getting frustrated with Boy; he pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

            “I go by Boy now master that person no longer exists. But if you don’t like ‘Boy’ you can call me what ever you like. I belong to you now Master…to do as you command.” Justin replied with his hands behind his back and his head bowed submissively.

           It finally dawned on Brian that Boy was using the name ‘Boy’ to hide behind. He would crawl submissively into another person to deal with the world he was thrust into when his parents throw him out of the house and into a cruel world where older men prayed on younger boys for their own pleasure and make them into pets and boy toys. He vowed that he would bring Boy back into the real world and make him into a person that could hold their head up high and never submit to no one again; even if that meant he would lose him. Wait a minute he thought; where did that come from. It had only been 1 day and he was already becoming attached to Boy. He wanted him to live life and all that it had to offer. He vowed to show him that life.

            “Ok I will drop it for now but some time in the near future we will have this talk again. But right now if I’m not mistaken don’t you have a punishment coming to you? And don’t think for one minute I have forgotten little one because I have a very good memory.” Brian said as he scooted up on the couch till he was sitting on the edge.

            “Yes master…..I have not forgotten…….I’m sorry for making you angry.” Boy apologized to his master getting very worried about his punishment and hoping his new master was kind and he wouldn’t embarrass himself by crying if it hurt to much.

            “Sorry is bullshit…You set out to see how far you could push me……so be proud that you accomplished that but make no mistake Boy you are getting the spanking that is coming to you……..so drop you pants and lean over my lap so I can get to bed.”

            Boy’s heart was pounding in his chest he was so nervous. He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them and his underwear down to his mid-thighs; slowly he lowered his body down to his master’s lap. Brian softly rubbed his hand on Boy’s lower back in a light caress causing Boy to shiver at the light touch. Brian marveled at the soft pale skin and how it was hot under his hand. He wanted to leaned down so bad and lick and nibble with his teeth the perfect ass in front of him but he had to control his urges. He didn’t want to push Boy and if Boy wanted more then he would have to explain to him that he didn’t want to take advantage of him in any way; so their new unusual relationship would have to be on a platonic level. He fought with himself the decision to spank Boy; but he couldn’t show weakness in front of his new slave. He had to give out the punishment and if he just hurried it would be over quickly. But as soon as his hand fell on to the pale while skin and it left behind a burning red hand print his stomach turned and bile rose from his throat. He swallowed quickly and pulled Boy off his lap and pushed him away from him. 

	“Go take a shower; so we can go to bed. I will make up this couch and you can sleep here.” 

Brian was angry that he had laid a hand on the boy. How many times as a child had he looked in to the mirror and seen the same hand print on his face from his father. He walked to the refrigerator and took out some ice and wrapped it in a dish towel. He slowly walked to the bathroom and slid the shower door back; he kept his eyes behind Boy watching water drops fall down the shower walls and thinking in his head that they look so much as tears.

“As of this minute you are a free slave. You can continue to live here until you get your head together and can get your own place but I can’t handle having a slave. Maybe I’m not disciplined enough but we can’t continue this way.”

Boy stood under the water and like the water soaking into his skin so did his master’s words. His master didn’t want him. He had pushed him too far with his childish game and because of his actions he had angered his master enough that he didn’t want him. And as his punishment he was being freed. With his minds walls closing in and a rush of panic and mental grief he could no longer hold the weight of his body and he sunk to his knees as he rocked his body back and forth and gave a primal scream. He closed his mind to the out side world as he pulled himself in to the dark, hole abyss that he hadn’t needed to go in such along time.