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Fallon kneeled over the bed; his eyes squeezed shut as he was jerked by the rough thrusts from the man behind him. The man grunted in frustration when Fallon didn’t react and slapped his ass in hopes to hear something. Fallon forced back a grunt and gritted his teeth when the man reached down and roughly tugged on Fallon’s flaccid cock.
“Come on, dammit,” the man growled, changing the angle of his thrusts and making them more painful for Fallon.
Fallon still did nothing and he made no attempt to give the man what he wanted. He was done pretending to enjoy what these assholes were doing to him.
The man behind him cursed angrily and increased the speed of his thrusts. Seconds later he was coming, jerking angrily out of Fallon before he was finished. He jerked off the condom he was wearing and tossed it in the trash, finishing himself off in a tissue. He was still cursing when he tucked himself away, bitching about his shitty fuck and how Fallon should be tossed out with the trash.
The cleanup crew came in seconds after the man left, shoving Fallon into the small bathroom and into the tub. One half of the crew cleaned the room, while the other half roughly scrubbed Fallon down and then left him to brush his teeth. One of his master’s lackeys was waiting for him when he stepped out of the bathroom and he growled at Fallon to get dressed.
Fallon took the ragged clothing one of the women handed him and dressed quickly. The guard took his arm when he was finished and dragged him out of the room. They descended several flights of stairs and Fallon’s heart hammered in his chest when he was pulled into the master’s office.
The man who had just fucked him was there, screaming at the master about Fallon’s shitty performance. The master listened quietly like he always did and then told the man that if he didn’t like the service, he was sure the man’s wife wouldn’t like discovering where her husband went for lunch every day. The man stuttered several angry, but pointless threats and stormed out of the room.
The master sighed and leaned back in his leather chair, rubbing his face with his hands. He looked at Fallon with sad green eyes and shook his head. “What happened to you, Fallon?” he asked sadly. “You were such a good boy when I bought you. You did everything I asked and the clients loved you. Now you refuse to pleasure them, you act like you’re bored and you don’t even talk anymore. It’s not healthy.”
Fallon stood quietly, his cold green eyes glaring at the man. The master sighed again and reached for the phone, pounding the number with one long finger. He spoke curtly to whoever answered, begging them to come and take Fallon away.
“I can’t afford him,” the master cried, jumping to his feet. “My clients are bored with him and he’s becoming a waste of space. Will you please just come down here and look at him? You like these kinds of slaves and I will give him to you for free.” The master paused to listen, smiling at the answer he received. “Good, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
The master set down the phone and looked at Fallon. “You better hope Mr. Greely takes you. If he doesn’t, I can’t promise that whoever buys you at auction will be as kind as I have been.”
Fallon refrained from rolling his eyes. If this man had any kindness in his body, he wouldn’t force other humans to be subjected to the shit that went on here. He took a seat when his master pointed to a chair in the corner of the room and waited quietly for the man who would decide his fate. It was a long twenty minutes before the door to the office opened.
Fallon turned his head to look at the man and nearly groaned. The man looked to be a few years older then he was, very tall, very handsome and exactly the type of man Fallon would have went for before he had been dragged off the streets and sold into slavery.
“Thank you for coming, Mr. Greely,” the master said, standing up to shake the man’s hand. He turned his head to look at Fallon, motioning for him to stand up. Fallon stood, keeping his cold gaze pointed straight ahead of him. He didn’t bother to look up at the man. He didn’t care what he looked like.
“What did you do to him?” Mr. Greely asked, his voice as sooth as silk to Fallon’s ears. The man stepped towards him and reached out to slide a soft hand over his cheek. Fallon shivered at the touch, his heart rate picking up again. The man cupped his face in his hand and tilted Fallon’s head up. Grey eyes looked down into his sea green ones and Mr. Greely ran his thumb over Fallon’s cheek.
“I haven’t done anything,” the master replied.
“Nothing, huh?” Mr. Greely asked. He slid around Fallon’s body, sliding the tips of his fingers over his skin. Mr. Greely stepped forward, pressing his chest against Fallon’s back. His arm snaked around Fallon’s waist and down the front of his loose fitting jeans. His fingers curled between Fallon’s legs and he gave a hum of disapproval. “He’s only got one testicle.”
“It was an accident,” the master replied dismissively. One of the guests tied him up and used a rubber band to bind his testicles. Apparently rubber bands start to constrict after a while, who’d have thought. We assumed the screaming was to spur the man on. We never thought someone would do something like that.”
“You didn’t think to check on him?” Mr. Greely asked, a frown evident in his voice. His thumb traced over Fallon’s lone testicle, sliding over the scars and uneven skin.
“The man liked BDSM, we didn’t think anything of it,” the master shrugged. “By the time we found him the one was badly damaged. We were lucky the doctor could save the one.”
Mr. Greely sighed and straightened up. He turned Fallon around and pulled him to his chest, holding him gently. “I will take him.” Fallon jerked in surprise and Mr. Greely held him tighter. He honestly thought that once the man found out, he would refuse to take him. “But, if I take him, you won’t be getting him back. You had your chance with him and you hurt him. He doesn’t deserve this life anymore.”
“Please, keep him. I don’t want him if he’s going to loose me money. You mentioned doing this legally, so why don’t we discuss the contract.” The master stood and excused himself, leaving Fallon alone with his new master.
“You’re quiet,” Mr. Greely observed. Fallon’s only answer was to glare at the man. Mr. Greely chuckled and slid his hand up Fallon’s arm. A shiver ran down Fallon’s spine and he fought against leaning into the touch. This man looked so trustworthy with his gentle smile and soft eyes, it was all making it nearly impossible for Fallon not to react. He was just going to have to try harder, he couldn’t let his new master think he might be interested.
The master returned with a stack of papers, which he handed over to Mr. Greely. “This is the contract I normally use when selling one of my slaves. I’ve made some changes to fit your need today. My secretary is also writing a letter of adoption for my taxes. She will also have his papers for you to sign and a temporary ownership paper to take with you when you leave. I will stress to you that he doesn’t have a pedigree; I know how your father feels about that. He was living on the streets when they took him, so I honestly can’t tell you much about him.”
“I’m not looking for good breeding and my father doesn’t have a say in the type of slaves I own,” Mr. Greely replied curtly. He took a seat, motioning for Fallon to sit in the one next to him.
The two men spent hours debating about the contract, changing several things and agreeing on definitions of words Fallon didn’t know. There was another hour of boorish conversation before Mr. Greely signed the papers. Fallon sat up while he did so, thankful that he didn’t have to sit in this office any longer.
“Thank you, Victor,” Mr. Greely nodded. “A pleasure doing business with you.”
“The pleasure is all mine,” the master replied smoothly, shaking the other man’s hand.
Mr. Greely turned to Fallon and took his hand, leading him out of the office. He signed the papers the secretary had for him and made his way towards the front door. People stopped in the hallways to stare as they made their way down stairs, none of them saying anything to him. There was nothing to say. Fallon hardly knew these people and none of them cared for him.
They stepped out of the house Fallon had called home for the last year and made their way to the large driveway. Fallon was surprised to discover that his new master had driven himself. Most of the rich men who came here didn’t drive and they probably never learned how.
Mr. Greely helped Fallon into the passenger’s seat and then trotted around the front of the car to the driver’s side. “I’m sorry toy tell you, Fallon, but I need to take you to the doctors before we head home. I want to make sure you’re healthy and lord knows Victor wouldn’t say anything. He just wanted to get rid of you and he would say anything for me to do it.”
Fallon nodded slowly, his stomach churning with worry. He didn’t want to see a doctor. He didn't’ want the man poking and prodding him and discovering that there were parts of him he shouldn’t still have. He knew what the other doctors had said about his one remaining testicle and he didn’t want someone else deciding that it needed to be removed. It still did its job, so why did it matter how it looked?
They didn’t travel far before Mr. Greely pulled into a large parking lot. He parked at the back of the building and turned off the car. Fallon reached for his seatbelt when his master’s hands grabbed his. Mr. Greely cupped Fallon’s face in his hands and tilted his head back to look at him.
“My name is Rafael, but you can call me Raf,” he said, his grey eyes watching Fallon as he waited for a response. Fallon merely rolled his eyes. The only thing he would be calling this man was master.” “No you wont,” Raf told him, causing Fallon to look at him in surprise. “Under no circumstances will you call me master, understand?”
Fallon stared up into Raf’s grey eyes and nodded. How did this man know what he was thinking? Raf nodded and smiled, sliding his fingers through Fallon’s dirty blond hair. He climbed out of the car and moved to the passenger’s side, taking Fallon’s hand when he opened the door.
The doctor’s office was the same as any other office, equipped with crappy music, a large waiting room and miserable looking slaves. Luckily, they didn’t have to wait with the rest of them because they were waiting for them when they arrived. A nurse greeted them at the door and led them into a small room where they took several vials of blood from Fallon, before placing them in an examination room.
“Let’s get you undressed,” Raf told him, tugging Fallon’s shirt over his head. Once he was naked, Raf inspected his body for anything else the master hadn’t told him. His fingers brushed over the few whip marks on Fallon’s back as he circled around him. He gave a great sigh when he looked down at Fallon, his grey eyes filled with frustration.
“They should have taken better care of you,” he whispered, cupping Fallon’s testicle in his hand. “This never should have happened.” He rubbed his thumb over the scarred skin and shook his head. “As long as there is nothing wrong with it, I won’t let them remove it.”
A rush of air left Fallon’s lungs and he gave Raf a look of thanks. Raf smiled and kissed his forehead. “I don’t want to make this any more stressful for you. I want you to talk to me someday and castrating you isn’t the way to do it.”
Fallon snorted and crossed his arms over his chest, it certainly wouldn’t and he would put up a fight if they tried to take his ball away from him anyway. Raf cradled his testicle in his hand for a moment longer, before pulling away and helping Fallon onto the examination table. Fingers ghosted over Fallon’s ribs as Raf moved to take a seat.
There was a knock on the door seconds later and a tall, grey haired man stepped into the room, carrying several thick files. “Afternoon, Raf.”
“Dr. Enges,” Raf replied.
“You have got yourself one interesting slave,” the doctor said setting down the stack of files on the counter. “His parents were killed when he was six. He was bounced around between several foster homes and disappeared to the streets when he was sixteen. Found himself at one of those fake soup kitchens where they drugged him, raped him and then sold him off to Victor Helix. They kept him at the holding facility for a long time. Almost six months, you can even watch the video of his training.” Dr. Enges glanced at Fallon and held up a DVD.
“I’ll pass, I don’t need to watch a bunch of assholes gang rape him,” Raf grumbled.
“He’s only been a slave a year and a half,” Dr. Enges continued. “Six months at the holding facility and he only worked for Victor for three months before his accident. It took him almost six more months to recover and they didn’t use him a lot after that. Luckily his STD test came back negative and according to his file, he’s never tested positive for one. That testicle, however, should have been removed when they took the other one.”
“I know it’s bad, but I would prefer if he kept it,” Raf replied.
“Well let’s take a look, then,” Dr. Enges smiled, pulling gloves out of a box and pulling them on.
For almost an hour the doctor poked and prodded Fallon, sticking fingers into places he didn’t want them to be and being very thorough with his check. He hummed disapprovingly when he checked Fallon’s testicle, thankfully stating that he could keep it. The doctor took several more swab samples before he was finished, sending all of it to the lab for testing.
“You can get dressed, Fallon,” the doctor told him. “I just need a urine sample and then you can head down the hall to the dentist.”
Fallon’s look of relief fell off his face and he turned his head to scowl at Raf. Raf snickered as the reaction and Dr. Enges looked curiously between the two. “I see he doesn't have a hard time expressing himself,” the doctor commented.
“He may not talk, but you always know what he’s thinking,” Raf replied, smiling at Fallon.
“He doesn’t talk at all?” Dr. Enges asked curiously.
“From what I understand, he stopped after loosing the testicle.”
“Makes sense,” Enges said, opening one of the files. “If no one came to help when he screamed for it, then there is no reason to speak at all.”
Fallon nodded slowly, looking up at Raf when he took his hand. His grey eyes were full of concern and worry. It was obvious that Raf wanted to help him, Fallon just didn’t know if he could be helped anymore. He was just too broken to be fixed.
Raf helped Fallon dress, sent him to the bathroom to get one more sample and took him down to the dentist. His constant hygiene care paid off and all he needed was a thorough cleaning and nothing else.
“I have a little more bad news,” Raf told Fallon hesitantly. He didn’t look like he liked the news, which meant Fallon really wasn’t going to like it. You need to see the proctologist before we leave.”
Fallon sighed and nodded. He knew they were going to send him there eventually and he might as well get it over with now. They found the nurse again and she led them to another part of the building and into another examination room. Again Fallon undressed and hooped onto the examination table. “I’m sorry,” Raf told him, sliding his arms around Fallon’s neck and hugging him. “If we didn’t get all this done today, we would have had to do it another day.”
“Fallon understood and he nodded to let Raf know that he did. Raf continued to hold him, his chin resting on top of Fallon’s head. Slowly Fallon raised his arms to return the hug, squeezing Raf tightly. He let himself enjoy the touch and wondered if this would last of if it would end abruptly when they got home.
The were forced to pull away when the doctor entered and Fallon got up and moved into the position he knew they wanted him in. Twenty uncomfortable minutes later the doctor finished, rubbing something over Fallon’s entrance to help tighten the muscles. Raf was given several prescriptions and instructions on what Fallon needed and when. Most of them were vitamins to help regulate his low levels of everything and others were to help all the stretching his body had gone through.
“I’m thinking something greasy and delicious for dinner tonight to make up for all the poking you just went through,” Raf suggested. “How about pizza since it’s the last time you’ll get to have it until you put some healthy weight on?”
Fallon nodded, his mouth watering at the thought of pizza. Raf smiled down at him and drove out of the large town and into a more rural area. Fallon watched curiously out the window, hiding his excitement when Raf turned down a long driveway. Trees lined the path and they thickened into a large forest the further they drove. The further they drove the more worry began to creep up on Fallon. They had taken him to a similar place after they pulled him off the streets. Somewhere far away from curious eyes and questioning people.
When they came to a clearing, Fallon was surprised to see a house instead of a large brick building. The house was unlike anything Fallon had seen. It was set back in a large clearing, surrounded by the dense forest that hid it from the peeking eyes of neighbors. The house was also round, a shape not normally used for houses.
A white porch wrapped around the house, decorated with chairs, tables and a hammock hanging to the left of the front door. Sunlight glinted off the large windows, showing a large kitchen on one side and a living room on the other.
Raf pulled into the two-car garage attached two the house, looking very square and plain next to the odd shaped home. An older, worn looking car was the only other car in the garage and Fallon wondered why Raf would own a piece of junk if he could have any care he wanted.
“My grandmother left me the property after she passed away,” Raf started when eh put the car in park. “The house that used to be here was falling apart so my father had it torn down and build this one for me. He did it to make up for something he had done when I was younger. Unfortunately, he keeps screwing up and I’ve stopped forgiving him.”
Fallon’s heart clenched at Raf’s bitter tone. He had lost his parents when he saw so young and it hurt to see the tension between his master and his father. What if Raf lost his father tomorrow, would he regret refusing to forgive him?
“What’s that look for?” Raf whispered, smiling softly. “Don’t worry, my father and I will make up someday.” He opened his door and walked around the car, helping Fallon out. “Welcome home, Fallon,” Raf whispered, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
He led Fallon to a door that connected the house and the garage and stepped into a small room. The window in the door showed that they were next to the kitchen and Fallon could see a pudgy woman cleaning dishes. Raf toed off his shoes, motioning for Fallon to do the same.
The woman paused when the door opened and she turned a very motherly looking smile towards the two of them. Her emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity when she saw Fallon and she turned away from the sink to face them.
“Hanna, we have a new resident,” Raf explained.
“Well I wish you had told me that sooner,” she said, setting her hands on her hips. I just started the soup and it won’t be done till tomorrow.” She huffed and looked at the pot before turning back to Fallon. “And where did you find this young man? He looks so thin.”
“I got him from a friend,” Raf replied bitterly. Apparently he was stretching the word friend. Hanna seemed to notice and she cocked her head and raised her eyebrows in question. “I’ll explain more once I get him settled, and don’t worry about dinner, I promised him pizza.”
Hanna scoffed, mumbling about how hard it was to keep Raf healthy when all he ate was junk. Raf rolled is eyes and pointed to the door to the right of the one they had just come through. “That’s my room,” he said. “It’s nice having the fridge right there so I can steal food in the middle of the night.”
Fallon laughed and let Raf move him around the kitchen and past a small table that sat in front of a window. The foyer separated the dining and kitchen area from the living room where several cushy chairs and a long couch sat near the window. On the opposite side of the room was a large flat screen television and several different types of electronics. Fallon’s feet pattered on the hardwood floor as they followed the shape of the house and moved into a small hallway where a master bathroom sat to the right and a large walk in closet sat on the left.
Through another door and they were into a large master bedroom that took up all of the back of the house. A California king sized bed stood in the center of the room, the headboard pressed against the front wall. It was nestled between two end tables and a dresser sat next to the right end table. Directly across from the bed was a small bookshelf that held more books then it could. On top of it was another television and more electronics. On opposite sides of the bookshelf were sliding glass doors. The left looked out into the field where several deer grazed and the right looked out over a large garden.
Fallon walked over to the bed, gently sliding his hands over the sheets. They were soft, which meant they wouldn’t scratch while he tried to service his master. He stiffened when Raf came up behind him, but relaxed when he turned him around and lifted Fallon onto the bed. Fallon sank into the sheets and closed his eyes in contempt.
Raf chuckled and leaned forward, kissing Fallon’s forehead. Fallon blinked open his grey eyes and looked up at the smiling man his eyes immediately going to his lips. Raf ducked his head and gently kissed Fallon’s lips, his lips warm and inviting. Fallon allowed his master to kiss him, but didn’t kiss back.
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” Raf assured when he pulled back. “You need time to heal and we need time to get to know each other. I want you to understand, Fallon, that I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”
Fallon gave Raf a look of disbelief. Raf owned him, there was no way he wasn’t going to use what was his eventually. Fallon wanted to laugh in his face and tell him he was full of shit. He wanted to tell his master that he was a freak with one testicle, who had spent the last year a whore. No man would keep their hands off him. Fucking him led to bragging rights that no one was willing to pass up.
“That’s not why I brought you home,” Raf sighed. He studied Fallon’s face for a moment and sighed again. “Your body needs to rest,” he said softly, pulling Fallon’s shirt over his head. “We’ve still got a few hours till dinner, so why don’t we lay down and rest?”
Fallon cocked his head when Raf unbuttoned his pants and slid them down his hips, leaving Fallon in only his boxers. He pulled back the sheets and looked down at Fallon expectantly.
Fallon grunted and slid underneath, setting his head on a fluffy pillow. Raf straightened and pulled off his shirt, leaving his jeans on as he slid into bed. He gathered Fallon up in his arms and pulled him to his chest.
“You might not know this, but Victor has been begging me to take you for a few weeks now. If he hadn’t called me begging to take you today, I would have done so this weekend. Actually, I took the next two weeks off to spend some time with you.”
Fallon pushed back and looked up at Raf in slight surprise. He hadn’t even known his master was trying to sell him and he wondered why he chose Raf over the hundreds of others who would have paid for him. He gently placed his hand on Raf’s chest and sighed. At least the man was willing to get to know him and actually cared about him. He shook his head at the oddity of the thought. No one cared for him, they used him until they were bored and then threw him away. He was unwanted everywhere he went.
Fallon gently placed a hand on Raf’s chest and laid back down, tucking his head under Raf’s chin. He left his hand pressed to the soft skin, smiling slightly when Raf held him closer. Fallon let the warmth seep into him, knowing the comfort wouldn’t last as his eyes slid closed.