Midnight Whispers
QAF Brian and Justin Fanfiction
Author's Chapter Notes:

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Chapter Three: An Explanation

 

The elevator took three times longer than usual… but that may just be because Brian could hear Debbie screaming at Mikey through his cell phone, and he was unsure whether he’d been frustrated or relieved that he couldn’t make out the woman’s words.

 

“I know, Ma,” Michael insisted into the phone.  “I know.  I’ll tell him.  Okay, hold on.”  His hand momentarily covered the mouth piece, “Ma wants to know when she can come over and talk about this.”

 

“A week from next Thursday.”

 

“Haha, very funny, asshole.  Now really, when?”

 

The elevator came to a halt on the top floor and Brian took the opportunity to escape the situation by pulling the door open and stepping out.  Michael followed, still chirping on the phone, but Justin lingered, nervously taking in his surroundings.

 

“Anytime is fine, Ma.  You know Brian.  I gotta go.  Yes, I’ll do my best to explain.”  And he flipped the phone shut, knowing his mother was probably still talking.

 

“You coming?” Brian asked, looking between both his friend and his slave.

 

A sad laugh left Justin’s mouth, knowing that wasn’t an actual question but a demand.  There was no choice for him but to follow.  His feet moved him cautiously into the hallway, watching his master approach the large metal door.  Before his brain caught up with his mouth, the blonde let out a scared gasp, the door reminding him of the entrances to dungeons he’d seen in medieval movies.

 

Both brunets spun in confusion as Justin tried to calm his nerves, but he kept himself plastered to the far wall.  Shrugging, Brian unlocked his apartment, sliding the door open and pausing to deactivate the alarm.

 

Seeing as the slave wasn’t coming willingly, Michael firmly wrapped his hand around Justin’s forearm.  He kept his face kind but was careful to not seem concerned, “Come on, boy.”

 

“He’ll come, Mikey.  Let him go,” Brian drawled, already standing in the kitchen.

 

Michael decided against Brian’s advice and pulled the boy into the apartment, closing the door behind them.  “Set the alarm, Brian.”

 

“Christ, Mikey,” Brian barked, pulling three waters from the fridge, “Can’t I get a fucking drink before you turn back into an asshole?”

 

“Asshole?  I’m not the asshole!  You’re the asshole, asshole!  You’re the asshole who bought a slave without knowing any of the consequences and now you have us waltz in here like everything is hunky-dory?” Michael threw his arms in the air, “Fuck, Brian!  This is a big deal!  ACT like it!”

 

“I know it’s a big deal, Mikey,” Brian stated lowly, tossing him an unopened bottle of water.  “Did you ever think,” he began, taking slow, measured steps toward his new ward, “that my nonchalance wasn’t for MY benefit?”  He spoke calmly, eyes taking in the closed posture of the blonde kid who he couldn’t seem to leave behind.  “Are you thirsty?” he implored, offering a bottle to Justin as he neared.

 

Justin’s heart rate increased the closer Brian came to his personal space.  He knew what came next.  The training he’d received may not have been sexual in nature, but he knew the score and he understood why he’d been kept a virgin.  Warily, he eyed the bottle and took a step back only to run out of room, feeling the cold steel of the door through his cloak at his back.

 

“N-no,” he shook his head and swallowed, “No thank you…” then he remembered, “…Master.”  His eyes again wandered back to the offered water bottle, flinching a little.

 

Brows furrowed in confusion, Brian eyed the drink in his hand.  “It’s just water.  Would you like something else?  I have juice.  Or beer, but I don’t know how alcohol would mix with the drugs--”

 

“No!” Justin exclaimed, “Please!  N-no drugs, Master.  They’re unnecessary.  Please, I promise!”

 

About done with beating around the bush, Brian let out a long sigh.  “Okay, first thing’s first, stop calling--”

 

Seeing his friend about to correct the boy again, Michael stepped in, “Brian, why don’t you tell Justin what it is he can do right now… so we can speak privately.”

 

“Are you fucking kidding me, Michael?”

 

“No.”

 

“Alright, fine.”  Patience was a thing of the past at the moment as Brian closed the distance between him and the slave, shoving the water into Justin’s hand.  “Here.  Drink.  Then we’ll talk.”

 

Justin pressed himself against the door, holding the bottle at arm’s length.  “No, I’m fine, Master, really!  Please!”

 

“What the fuck is your problem?”

 

“Brian?”

 

“WHAT?” came a snap, annoyed hazel eyes turning to meet Michael’s brown ones.

 

“You need to stop for a moment and look at this situation from Justin’s point of view,” he shorter man explained, trying to keep the peace without revealing too much to the young boy.  This situation had to be approached cautiously.  “You went from offering the boy something to drink, which he refused… to talking about beer and drugs… and now you’re demanding he drink the water despite his protests.”  After a moment of silence, he added, “This is not your world, Brian.”

 

Brian took a moment to digest what his friend was saying.  Water… drugs… demand…  Somehow it didn’t click, “What?”

 

“How do you think his trainer administered the drugs this morning?”

 

Oh.  “Oh.”

 

Justin took a shaky breath, unsure about the dynamic between these two men.  On one hand, his master seemed to know little about how to approach his new merchandise… and on the other hand, his bossy friend seemed to want nothing to do with the blonde himself but seemed to know exactly where Justin’s thoughts were flying off to.

 

Taking the momentary silence to regroup, Brian slowly turned his body back towards the boy.  “Listen,” he started, taking the bottle of water back from Justin’s panicked hand.  “Are you listening?” he insisted, not wanting to repeat himself.  Gradually, his slave’s eyes met his own and Brian hated the fear he saw floating the blue orbs.  “You don’t have to drink this water,” he explained, shaking the bottle lightly, “but you should.  It’s been a long day for you and I’m sure you’re dehydrated.  There are no drugs in the water, purely H2O, but if you don’t believe me, check the seal.  It’s still factory sealed.  And there are plenty more unopened bottles of water in the fridge for whenever you’re thirsty.  Drug free, I promise.”  He waited until Justin’s face relaxed before offering the bottle again, “Look for yourself.  I’m not trying to drug you.”

 

With a trembling breath, Justin grasped the bottle once again.  Trying to keep his nervous hand from losing its grip, he inspected the seal, seeing his master was telling the truth.  “Thank you, Master,” Justin whispered, struggling only slightly while getting the bottle opened.  The water was gone in under fifteen seconds as Justin realized his master was correct.  It’d been a long day and the water was more than welcomed by his body.  However, just because this man offered him some water didn’t mean the boy didn’t still know what was expected of him.

 

“C-can… can I expect you to be this kind…” he paused, fighting moisture springing to his eyes, “in everything that you do?”

 

Michael gasped, understanding immediately, “Brian, don’t--”

 

“What’re you talking about?”

 

Justin tried again, biting his bottom lip.  “Will you be kind… in every aspect of your ownership?”

 

“Oh Christ,” Brian moaned in disgust, “are you asking me if I’m into rough sex?”

 

The boy jumped, “Well--”

 

“Okay, that’s enough!” Michael shouted.  “Brian, find something for your slave to do.  Now.”

 

This situation was giving Brian a headache and he squeezed the bridge of nose tightly.  “Yeah, okay,” he moved towards the stairs, “this way kid.”

 

Justin took a few steps forward to follow while peering around Brian to note their destination.  He was greeted to a large, dark bed in the background.  A whimpered, “Fuck,” escaped the blonde’s lips, seeing his new master motioning him quickly towards a bedroom.  He knew it wouldn’t do any good to refuse, but his feet wouldn’t cooperate with his brain to move him towards the stairs.  “I-I-I,” his panicked mouth stuttered, breaths becoming short and ragged.  The air burned in his lungs as he struggled for the right thing to say, “Master, please, I need… time…  PLEASE… I understand what you want and I know it’s your right to take it, but please just give me a little time…”  The calm finally broke and he sobbed, “I can’t do this, please!  Just let me, let me, let me…”

 

Michael shut his eyes against the boy’s cries, having seen this firsthand far too often and having heard accounts worse than this through the mouths of CAST members countless times.  It never became any less painful… especially when he couldn’t help.

 

“What the FUCK are you CRYING ABOUT?” Brian asked loudly, his voice echoing off the high ceilings as he stalked back into the room.  Seeing his slave about to have a panic attack, he grabbed the kid by both shoulders.  “Calm down.  What’s the problem?”

 

“You’re leading him to the bedroom, Brian,” Michael rationalized.  “He’s a slave.  He’s a virgin slave.”

 

Oh.  “Oh.”

 

The brief conversation between his two captors did nothing to calm Justin as he shook from head to toe.  He fought against the urge to remove Brian’s hands from his shoulders and continued to search for a way out, “I’m a good cook--”

 

“You mentioned that,” Brian chuckled, rolling his eyes.  “Listen…”

 

The blonde shook his head, “J-just a little while… I need… a few days… to make it good for you--”

 

“Justin--”

 

“I’ll prepare myself for it really well and it’ll be… great…” he sucked in air, not believing his own words, “It’ll be so good for you, Master.”

 

“JUSTIN,” the older man tried again, “I’m not taking you into the bedroom to fuck you.  I thought you might want to take a shower… ALONE,” he clarified, “and the bathroom is through the bedroom.  Nothing is going to happen.”

 

“…right now,” Michael added from the background, “Nothing is going to happen… right now.”

 

Brian’s arms slipped from Justin’s body in shock as the slave nodded slowly.  The blonde’s fingers clumsily wiped his eyes as he got his breathing under control, “Okay… okay…”

 

Brian’s angry, puzzled eyes turned to Michael, “Won’t happen right now?”

 

“Not right now,” Michael confirmed.  “Brian, you’re in over your head.  This is not your world.”

 

“I’ll show you the shower.”  He was talking to Justin, but his eyes never left Michael’s, sending angry embers burning into Michaels retinas.

 

Michael took a deep lungful of air as he watched Brian lead the boy through the bedroom to the bathroom.  “This conversation isn’t going to go well,” he decided, wishing his friend could have taken the time to listen to him in the first place.

 

***

 

“Here,” Brian snapped, finding it hard to keep the frustration from his voice.  He shoved a fluffy white towel into Justin’s arms from the linen closet.  “Everything else you need should be in the shower already.  Do you want a washcloth?” he asked, opening the shower door.  Realizing Justin was distracted, he waved a hand in front of the blonde’s face.  “Do you want to shave?  Hey, are you listening to me?”

 

But Justin wasn’t listening to him.  He was too preoccupied with the towel now in his hands, allowing his finger tips to caress the fabric.  Pressing his palm into the folded cloth, he relished the fact that there was flex to the towel, that when he pushed down, the towel fibers sprung back into place.  It’d been years since he’d seen a hygiene item this soft and even longer since it’d been given to him for his use.  Biting the inside of his lip, the young slave glanced into the shower stall and had to stop himself from jumping in joy.  The shower was clean and tiled and had a wide stainless steel shower head, one which could be taken off the hook to use the spray to clean someone’s body.  Longingly, his eyes took in each of the soaps Brian had provided, wondering what each smelled like and if they had different uses.  His hands itched to dig through and find conditioner for his hair; it’d been a very long time since he’d been allowed more than one cheap soap, meant for use on every part of his body.  He eyed the lotion sitting on the countertop and wanted to cry in relief, remembering the dry and cracked skin on his knees and elbows.

 

“Excuse me!  Are you listening?”

 

That got Justin’s attention, his gaze immediately finding Brian’s face… and Brian’s face fell at Justin’s expression.  The anticipation in the boy’s expression told stories from the last three years of his captivity and the older man didn’t like it.

 

And that’s when Justin’s heart fell.  All at once, the boy realized that although all these products were available didn’t mean he would be given permission to use them.  His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he gathered his courage, “Master?”

 

Brian sighed, giving up for the moment.  “Yes?”

 

“Can I use these things?  What do I need to do for these privileges?”

 

The older man’s jaw fell open, “Uh… what…?  I mean, nothing.  You can just use them.  Whenever you want.”

 

“Really?” the boy breathed, hoping against logic.  His trainer had assured him that nothing would be free, “You don’t… want… anything… from me?”  He hated to even ask, but if this was a test and he didn’t pass, the punishment could well be worse than the original task.

 

“No,” Brian stated, his no nonsense side coming out, “What I want is for you to take a shower, wash your hair, and… take care of yourself.”

 

The wheels in the boy’s head were definitely turning, but Brian could tell he wasn’t connecting the dots.  So with a quick jolt of his head, Brian gestured towards the blonde’s crotch, still covered by the cloak.  “I want you to masturbate.  I assume you’re still hard under there.”

 

The slave’s blue eyes grew large as he battled the blood rushing to his cheeks.  “Masturbate?”  With all the commotion, he’d all but forgotten about his painful problem.

 

“Yeah, you know,” Brian smiled easily, “Make yourself cum.  Take your time.  We won’t hear you.”  And with that, the man left, shutting the door behind him and leaving Justin to stare after him in wonder.  Not only was he allowed to use this shower and the towel and all the products in the bathroom, but he still had his virginity and his master had given him permission to pleasure himself… for himself…  This day just wasn’t turning out anywhere close to how Justin imagined it would… and that thought brought a small smile to Justin’s lips as he stripped the cloak from his body and headed into the shower.

 

***

 

Michael braced himself for a confrontation with Brian now that he didn’t have Justin as an audience.  Brian sauntered back into the kitchen, silently picking up his forgotten water bottle from the counter and drinking it all in three large gulps.  He waited until he heard the shower running in the bathroom.  “Okay, Mikey,” he began, tone short and clipped, “you wanna tell me what the fuck is going on with you?”

 

“With me?” Michael shouted, “How about the fuck is going on with you?  You buy a fucking slave?  Do you have any idea what you’ve gotten yourself into?”

 

“I thought so, but I guess not.  Apparently you do and you’ve got your panties all in a twist about it, so enlighten me, Mikey,” he sneered.  “Why exactly is it a problem for you that I bought the kid so I could sell him to someone better than the Sap?”

 

Michael took a long moment to rein in his anger and decide how to approach this topic.  “Buying a slave just to sell him is illegal, Brian.  It’s called ‘slave swindling’ and it’s illegal in order to protect legal slave traders, owners, and trainers from money being made off of their hard work.”

 

“Hard work?” Brian laughed, not a trace of humor in his voice.  “They make their living by holding humans captive and forcing them into sex.  What work have they done?”

 

“From their point of view, they train the slaves, teach them manners and discipline.  Many slave owners appreciate a well-mannered slave.  For others, their work comes in teaching the slaves… other skills.”

 

“Other skills,” Brian nodded, “Like how to give the best head?”

 

Michael rubbed the back of his neck.  This wasn’t a comfortable conversation for him, especially with someone as nonchalant about sex as his best friend.  He’d have to just spit it out.  “Kinda, Brian…  I mean… some slaves come with specific skills or appeals. Some don’t gag.  Some do double penetration.  Some slaves take punishment for pleasure more easily.”

 

“Meaning the slave doesn’t put up a fuss when he’s beaten?” Brian hissed.  “Christ, Mikey…”

 

“Why do you think the Sap was so interested in Justin?  Justin’s appeal came in the fact that he’s an untrained virgin.  That’s his skill.  That’s his appeal.”

 

“No shit, Michael.  I think I gathered that.”

 

“Look, I’m not saying I agree with it--”

 

“Oh no?” Brian questioned, eye brows raised.  “You could have fooled me… and Justin… with the attitude you gave him on the ride home.  He’s scared SHITLESS, Michael, and YOU told him to call me ‘Master’?  Who are you?”

 

“It’s for his own good,” Michael answered sadly, voice soft.  “You’re not doing him any favors by treating him like a free man.”

 

Feeling his shoulders tense, Brian dissected Michael’s words in his head.  “What exactly do you mean?  Spell it out for me.”

 

Michael heart went out for his friend, knowing what he would say wouldn’t be easy to hear.  “This is not your world, Brian.”

 

An eye roll, “So I’ve heard.”

 

“You want to sell him?  To someone other than the Sap?”

 

“Obviously.”

 

“Then you wait your mandatory ninety days--”

 

“Ninety fucking DAYS?”

 

“--and you sell him to a NICE slave owner, and what do you think your new, nice slave owner is going to expect from Justin?  A challenging game of chess?”  He allowed that to sink into Brian’s sense of reason before continuing.  “You’re not doing him ANY favors by treating him differently than his next owner, Brian.  You’ll only get his hopes up.”

 

The blood drained from Brain’s face as he digested this information, his usually tanned complexion going pale.  Suddenly, things didn’t seem as simple as Brian had viewed the situation before.  Michael had a point… a big, ugly, scary point.

 

“There are no nice slave owners,” Michael reasoned, “Even the nice slave owners are still just warped people who hold human beings hostage for their own pleasure… and see nothing wrong with it.  The new owner you find may be more decent than the Sap… but no different.  I’m sorry, Brian.  I know you were only trying to help the boy.”

 

Both hands scrubbed down Brian’s face as he turned towards the liquor cabinet.  It was becoming more and more apparent by the second that his good friend Jim Beam would be needed to get through the rest of the day.  Pouring himself a double and downing it quickly, he could still hear the water running and was reminded that very nearby was a beautiful, 18 year old, blonde, blue-eyed, virgin slave masturbating in in his shower.  Ruefully he thought that Justin was probably the ONLY virgin to ever use his shower… or hell, even pass through his bedroom.  And that virgin had a hopeless future, filled with pain and loneliness, things Brian knew an awful lot about.  There seemed no way out.

 

“So what do I do?” Brian muttered, tracing the edge of his empty glass with his fingertip.

 

The shorter man let out a drawn out sigh, “You… do exactly as you planned, Brian.  You resell him when you can.”

 

“But you JUST said that there’s no one--”

 

“And there’s not…  But we’ll find him… the kindest man we can, okay?”

 

There really wasn’t another choice, but damn if Brian would admit defeat.  “We’ll see.”

 

“Brian…” Michael replied, drifting off.  He knew Brian’s demeanor by now and understood the man needed time to ponder the situation.  “Okay… well… listen…  It’s very important that you treat Justin as a slave while he’s in your care.  Do you understand?”

 

Brian answered with a pursing of his lips, his hazel eyes wide and exaggerated by the lowering of his chin in a sharp glare.

 

Michael flinched, “I know, I know, it sounds awful.”

 

“It IS awful, Michael.”

 

“I KNOW… but you have to… for Justin’s good.  He’s not getting out of this, Brian!” Michael exclaimed, his voice rising in pitch, “Justin will be LONG DEAD by the time slavery is abolished and you can’t FREE HIM.  He will NEVER be free.”  He took a moment, shaking his head in defeat, “I wish there was a way, but there’s not.  Justin is a slave and always will be until the day he dies.  You heard some of the things he said to you today, about being cold and you letting him go and touching him…  That attitude has to stop.  If he’d been bought by anyone else today, those comments would have gotten him punished, and depending on his master’s particular form of justice, he could have been beaten badly… or… forced to do other things.  He’s fighting, Brian, rebelling, and he can’t.  It’ll only get him in trouble.  The sooner he accepts his life, the better… for HIM.”

 

The thought of someone abusing the small blonde made Brian’s head spin in rage.  He could picture welt marks on the pale, smooth skin of Justin’s back.  No matter how hard he fought the images, Brian kept seeing snapshots of Justin in chains, begging for forgiveness, being tied against pillars for punishment, demands being made for sexual favors in penance… and little by little, that small rebellious spark that Brian had found amusing would be extinguished by fear and pain… and who knows what would be left of Justin then?

 

“What if…” Brian cleared his throat, “What if I just… keep him?”

 

“What?” Michael’s jaw dropped, “Brian, no.  Just no.”

 

“Why not?  What’s wrong with that?  I could give him a life.”

 

“No, you couldn’t.  He’d still be a slave.  He can never have a job, start a family… fall in love…  Shit, Brian, he can’t even legally walk the street by himself and even if he could, he’d still have to act subservient to every free man and woman he meets.  Honestly, giving him little bits of leniency here and there would more than likely just frustrate him, especially given his reluctance to accept his role, and lead to more trouble.  No, the best thing you can do is fuck him and sell him.”

 

Brian’s head snapped in Michael’s direction fast enough to give him whiplash, “Ex-fucking-cuse me?  What did you say?”

 

“What?” Michael was wide-eyed, “What did I say?”

 

“You expect me to fuck him?”

 

Michael was honestly confused, “Well… yeah… you kinda have to.  It’s your responsibility.  I didn’t think that’d be an issue, considering your lifestyle.”

 

“You’d better explain yourself quickly,” Brian warned, his grip tightening on his glass.  Noticing his actions, he decided now would be a great time for another double.

 

Watching Brian closely, Mikey realized how his statement could be construed.  “Okay, look,” he began, biting his lip nervously, “I know how that must sound, but again, this isn’t your world.”

 

“I swear to God, Mikey.  If you don’t--”

 

“Alright, alright!” the shorter man threw his hands up in mock surrender, “Okay!  Listen.  Your ninety days are up and you go to sell him, right?  What kind of slave owner to do you think you’ll attract with a pretty, little, virgin slave?  I’m guessing not the type you want.”

 

Brian opened his mouth to respond, but Michael wasn’t done.

 

“Not to mention the suspicion that would surround the situation if you owned him for a full three months and never used him for his intended purpose.”

 

“Intended purpose?” the taller man scoffed, feeling the sting of his second drink hitting his throat, “You’re sick, Mikey.”

 

“I’m not.  I’m realistic,” Michael tried, “The best thing you can do for Justin… the NICEST thing you can do for Justin… is to treat him as a slave…  I’m not asking you to be cruel, Brian, in fact I’m asking you to be kind… but you have to show him his role and take his virginity…  Do it gently, but… better you do it than someone else.”

 

“And just how exactly do you expect me to do that?” Brian chuckled, “I’m not sure if you noticed, but he was pretty adamant about not being touched.”

 

Michael paused, clenching and unclenching his jaw, and he contemplated taking a few steps away from his friend before speaking but instead held his ground.  “I meant what I told you, Brian.  It’s not about what he wants.  What Justin wants doesn’t matter.”

 

The loft was deathly quiet, the only sound being the muffled rainfall coming from the shower.  Brian could feel the vein throbbing in his forehead as his hands balled into fists.  “I think you should go, Michael.”

 

“This is not your world, Brian,” a soft voice reminded.  “It’s not a nice world, but we’re in it now and we have to deal with the consequences.”

 

Brian’s temper broke through at this point.  “FUCK their world, MIKEY!” he angry man bellowed, “In MY world, I don’t rape 18 year old kids!”

 

With a sad sigh, Michael nodded, “I know… but Justin isn’t part of your world.  He’s not a kid and it’s not rape.  He’s a slave and you’re his master.”

 

“Fuck you, Mikey,” Brian hissed, backing away, afraid of assaulting his smaller friend.  “Get the fuck out of my face.”

 

“It’s not rape, Brian,” he reasoned, “You can’t rape a slave.  It’s legally impossible.  The closest you can come to raping a slave is called ‘trespassing’ where a free man or woman has sex with a slave without the consent of the owner.  But you’re Justin’s owner…  You legally can’t rape him.  It’s just your right.”

 

“And I can’t morally have this conversation!” came a screamed reply… then his voice lowered dangerously, “I’m warning you, Michael.  You need to leave.”

 

With a nod, Michael took quick steps towards the door.  “Justin’s been in the shower a long time,” he commented, “Did you tell him to jerk off?”

 

Still keeping a safe distance, Brian answered, “Maybe.  What’s it to you?”

 

“Seems to me he may be having some difficulty… just as I said,” Michael slid open the loft’s door and moved to the hallway, “I wasn’t making shit up, Brian.  You may have to help him.”

 

Brian took measured steps to the door, trying to keep his cool.  “Fuck you, Mikey,” he smirked, hand on the door handle.

 

“I know this all seems harsh, Brian, but it’s all the truth.  Ma will tell you the same thing.  This isn’t your world…  This isn’t OUR world.”

 

“You sure it’s not your world, Mikey?” Brian snickered, “Because you seem awful comfortable in it.”

 

And it was at that point, watching the door slam shut in his face, that Michael was glad he’d took care to keep his hand out of the door jam.  “Jesus, this isn’t going to be easy.”

 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the door, Brian looked toward his bathroom, picturing a soapy, frustrated Justin inside his shower.  He pushed what Michael had suggested out of his mind, concentrating on one thing at a time, moment to moment.  His thoughts wandered and he wondered if Justin did need some help?  As Michael stated, Brian was his master and it was his responsibility to take care of the boy.  With one hand on his hip and the other running through his hair, the brunet realized he had to check on his slave… and he wondered where that would lead them.  Brian felt a deep pit of shame deep in his gut, upset that he needed to reach down and adjust himself through his jeans.  The thought of Justin as a slave didn’t turn him on, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t attracted to the boy.  The blonde was gorgeous with his silky hair and pale skin and striking eyes, and his innocence combined with his rebellious streak was deadly in its sex appeal.  And just the implication of someone taking advantage of that boy’s innocence made Brian feel capable of violent outbursts… and that concerned him.  Oh Christ…  What the fuck had he gotten himself into?  With a sharp breath and a shake of his head, Brian turned towards the stairs leading to his slave.

 

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Chapter End Notes:

Stick with me, guys!  I know the last third of this chapter was harsh.  What did you think of Mikey's explanation?  I have to say that I loved everyone's reviews where you dissected my story.  I was an English major in college, so discussing literature (if you can call my story literature - lol) is a rush for me!  I'm a dork.  Sorry.  Haha.

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