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“You’re mine you get that? I own you, I bought you with money so don’t go around with other people. Do you understand that?” he said angrily holding his chin to keep his head up looking at him.
The boy nodded softly, “yes Master but I,” he wanted to give his right reason but his Master didn’t allow it.
“I don’t care what happened, if he tried to make you sit on him slap his face and walk away. I don’t give a fuck on who he is and how much money he owns. You’re my pet, no one else’s!”
The blond boy nodded again looking up in the dark eyes, fire was burning inside them while his eyes showed softness, innocence and fear. “I’m sorry Master.”
His Master nodded and he let go of his chin, “go eat. I’ll call you later,” and the boy obeyed.
The whole story began when Niall, a small blond boy barley knowing how to read and write ended up homeless. His mum died a few months before, his older brother had managed to save money and move to a better town where people which were not considered ‘rich’ still have a rightful living and not like animals. His father was a gamer and alcoholic, most of the time leaving Niall without food. His limits of gaming where exceeded to the point where he had to pay thousands of money and a man with no job and those addictions didn’t have all those money. He tried to win his luck by betting his house but instead both him and Niall where thrown out in the street.
The street was no right place for young boys and Niall was only thirteen years old when a van passed by and a huge man got out of it walking towards Niall. The boy knew who that man was and what he wanted so he tried to run for his liberty, but he was soon caught and drugged to sleep waking up several hours later in a big cage filled with other young boys.
Niall tried to hide at the back of the cage when people began going round it and pointing to boys as another man got in the cage, dragging the poor boy out and giving him to his new owner, the person who now owned his whole existence. Only around five boys where left till late in the evening and Niall was finding it hard to keep himself sitting straight and not closing his eyes.
A man, dressed in very high class clothes passed along the van and he stopped by the seller mumbling something to him.
“That much? It’s just a boy for god’s sake, a boy you found running in the street whom you drugged to bring here. I don’t think he gave you that much of exercise, at least your body doesn’t show you did.”
“That’s the price, take it or leave it. There are only five left in there and I have till the end of the week till I get more.”
The man sighed and he looked in the cage eyeing each boy carefully. Niall tried to hide behind the one who was beside him, but the man spotted him, and spotted him really well.
“Fine, you’re the one who’s selling after all.”
The man smiled in satisfaction, “which one do you want?” he said. The man looked at Niall again biting his lips together as if he was thinking hard.
“The blond one,” he said pointing over at Niall and Niall’s feet instantly began shaking. The man opened the cage and got in, grabbing Niall from his hair and lifting him up, “get up you shit!” He dragged him out from his hair, Niall whining in pain. He threw him down the cage and the man stopped him from falling on the ground.
Niall saw the man taking his wallet from the pocket of his coat, “will a cheque do? I don’t carry all that money with me.”
“Fine, I know who you are anyway,” the seller said stretching his hand out. The man gave him the paper, “everyone does. Money makes fame,” he said before placing his hand on Niall’s back and guiding him the way towards his car.
Niall doesn’t remember much of that night because all he knows is that he fell asleep during the car ride.
And that was how Niall ended up being owned by one of the richest people around. Some said it was a good thing he ended up with the owner he had, others said that he had a dreadful end and either way Niall was scared.
There were other slaves owned by his Master besides him but somehow Niall felt a bit...special? His Master always showed affection to him, allowing him to eat whenever he got hungry, allowing one of the maids to teach him how to read and write and also choosing him to go with him in high class ceremonies where they were allowed to bring a slave with them.
But Niall also felt scared of his Master. He was scared by the way he touches him, the way his hand moved softly around his clothed body. He was scared by the looks his Master gave him at times. It was as if his eyes turned completely black and a bit sparkly.
The other male slaves betted on things about ‘how longer it would take for their Master to take Niall’s too’ but Niall never knew on what his Master would take. Didn’t he take his liberty already? What else was there to take from him? And whenever he asked the boys they just laughed and made remarks on ‘how he was still young and innocent’ and ‘how he will soon find out himself.’
Niall was in the kitchen with the eldest of the maids, Mary and she was like 50 years old even though she never said how old she was. But her cooking was amazing no wonder how their Master kept her there.
“What will the Master take from me Mary?” Niall asked her drinking his soup. Mary looked at him tilting her neck, “what are you talking about Niall?”
Niall wiped his lips with the back of his hand, “the other boys always spend money to each other on how long it would be till the Master would take mine as well. I ask them what he would take but they just laugh. Do you know what it is Mary?”
Mary sighed, knowing what Niall was talking about, “you’re young Niall, too young to be told things like that. Just hope that the Master would see the fact that you’re young as well before taking what the boys are talking about.”
“Is that a way to say that you’re not going to tell me?”
Mary smiled and nodded, “yes, it is. Now drink your soup and hop off, I need to get the food ready by an hour.”
And like that Niall was left even more curious than he was before.
The jealousy of his Master on Niall began showing when two of the rich guys which sat on his Master’s table began showing interest in the blond boy. Looking at him constantly, touching him on his shoulder or his waist, smiling at him and even making him sit on their lap. Niall knew his Master hated it and whenever he noticed it he looked over at him as if to plead for help to pull him away from them. But his Master never approached him. He just gave Niall a killing look and then deal with him when they’re back home.
He doesn’t allow Niall to approach any of the guys around hit table and he sends Niall around to get him things so he would keep them away from him, but looks are hard to avoid and touches and difficult to ignore and no matter how much he tries to hide him, they always find Niall.
It was the time when the ‘party’ had to be done in Niall’s Master’s house. Not that there wasn’t space, actually it was the other way round. There was a lot of space, too much space. Space where to do anything you wanted without being seen or caught. The slaves never really liked it when their Master’s ‘friends’ where over in a crowd, they were always used by some of them and bribing them in not telling their Master about it.
“Niall, stay with your eyes wide open, and as much as you can, do not leave this floor,” Mary warned him and Niall nodded not knowing why.
The guests had arrived, the hall was packed and some of them were already not seen around. Niall was as usual running after Zayn just like a puppy runs after his owner, panicking when not seeing him around and letting a sigh of relief as soon as he’s next to him again.
“Nice pet you have there Zayn,” one of the guests said looking over at Niall and Niall moved to hide behind his Master.
He knew that his Master gave him that look with which he wished him dead before answering, “indeed he is. He’s worth the cost.”
Niall saw the guy raise his eyebrows and giggle, “well, whenever you’re tired of him, or if you know he has an identical twin or something, give me a call.”
“Sure, but I might leave a few years before. He’s just fourteen.”
“Pity, but imagine how he would look when he’s older.”
They remained quiet looking at each other, the guy looking over at Niall as well before Zayn called him to follow him and Niall did so.
He was getting bored and tired, hungry as well since his Master didn’t allow him to have much food especially when he was talking to guests. His Master turned looking at him, “go in the kitchen, tell Mary to give you the plate she left for you of food, go eat in your room and when you’re ready come back down. I’ll come check on you in fifteen minutes,” he told him and Niall smiled nodded as his stomach agreed by growling.
He hurried to the kitchen feeling his Master’s eyes on him all the time till he was hidden behind the kitchen door. Mary knew what he was there for and she gave him the plate. He got out from the other door and ran up to his room.
He placed his plate on his bed and ran out again to go to the bathroom. Finished from his needs he got out, still working on his zipper and button of his pants. His Master told him to wear high class clothes like he used to do whenever he took him out but Niall still wasn’t used to them and found them utterly uncomfortable. Walking to his room, his head down on his pants as were his hands, he bumped into someone and quickly looked up to apologize.
In front of him stood a man and he knew he saw him somewhere. “Ah, Zayn’s young pet,” and in that moment he figured out who he was.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking,” Niall said trying to get past him, but the man didn’t allow it and Niall looked up at him scared, “you need help with something Sir?”
He had a smirk on his lips as his eyes were flowing along Niall’s body, “I do, and I know you can help me with it.”
“What can I do for you?” Niall asked and trying hard to pull his zip up.
“Leave it like that,” the man said looking down at Niall’s pants. Niall blushed and shook his head, “that would not be right and really emberrassing!”
“Don’t worry, you will not be needing the pants on either.”
Niall bit his lip scared of the man in front of him as he knew what he wanted. “I’m sorry but I’m-
“ but he was cut out with the man’s hand on his mouth.
“Don’t say a word. Just turn and go in your room slowly.” Niall took a deep breath and tired to object but the man quickly pushed him to his room. He pushed Niall on the bed and leaned down on top of him, stopping Niall from moving away. “Now you’re going to do exactly what I tell you to do and you’re not going to say anything to that fucker of Master you have, you understand that?”
“No please Sir, you can’t! The Master will find out, he will punish me for it. Please Sir you can’t do that. Just go to one of the older guys,” Niall begged with tears in his eyes.
“No, I want a young, tight, virgin hole and I’m going to have it whatever you say.”
Niall let a tear fall down his cheek knowing he had no way of escaping. In that moment he realized what all those bets were for and what was it they said the Master would take him. They were talking about his virginity. And right there Niall wished nothing more than his Master would be the one on top of him rather than this filthy old man. He’d rather give himself to someone who gave him food, a bed, care and education than a stranger. Both of them would have been using him for their own pleasure, but at least he was getting something back from his Master.
He felt the man’s hands on his chest undoing the buttons of his shirt and he let out another beg for him to let go of him. The door was pushed open roughly and Niall opened his eyes with a bit of hope.
“Niall come here right now!” and Niall snaked from underneath the man and went behind his Master. His Master approached the guy grabbing him from the collar of his shirt and he lifted him up, his feet not even touching the ground.
“You can have any of my other slaves, but never, never try to even look at him again. Keep your hands off him you bastardl!” he said and he threw him out of the room, kicking him all the way to the stairs and he saw him going down quickly.
He turned to look at Niall who was standing by the door looking towards them. He felt scared, his feet shaking as soon as he saw his Master approaching him. He pushed him in the room and closed the door as soon as he was inside as well. He grabbed on his chin lifting it up and Niall closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry Master, I didn’t do anything. I tried to push him off but I couldn’t. He forced himself on me. I’m sorry Master, please don’t hit me.”
The begging of Niall got straight to his heart even though he had no intention of hitting him, “did I ever hit you Niall?” he asked softly.
Niall opened his eyes, surprised at the softness in his voice, “n-no you never did, but never like this happened.”
His Master giggled at the way Niall managed to break the sentence, “I’m never going to hit you Niall. You’re my little pet.” He stopped for a few seconds, “what did he do Niall? Where did he touch you?”
“He did nothing, just unbuttoned my shirt, but you came before he managed to do anything.”
“Did he kiss you Niall? Did he kiss you before I got here, before I managed to do it myself?”
Niall looked at him even more confused, “n-no he didn’t.”
His Master let out a deep breath and nodded. He pulled Niall closer to him, his hand still under his chin and looking down in his eyes, “I can’t help it Niall. I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful and everyone wants you. You’re mine and they’re jealous of me to have someone as gorgeous as you. They want to be able to have you before I do, but I can’t allow that to happen. Will you let me Niall? Will you let me touch you, make you feel good in any way I can? Would you let me take you Niall? I want you, I want you right now.”
Niall swallowed looking into those eyes deeply. There was something he never saw in those eyes that time, maybe he never looked hard enough to see, or maybe he was just looking with his eyes. But those eyes showed passion, fire burning in them. It scared Niall but it excited him. Excited him to the point where he was ready to give his Master what he had asked for.
He nodded softly, “please, don’t hurt me.”
His Master smiled and Niall tried to take a picture of that face. He did smile before, but never his face looked so beautiful. Never his eyes sparkled and his face gave light. “I will never do that Nialler. If you want me to stop or you feel pain just tell me okay? And I promise you to stop.”
Niall nodded again and his Master leaned down slowly pressing his lips to Niall’s. Niall remained still for a moment, unsure what to do. Should he kiss back? What was his Master expecting from him? But the eagerness inside him made him go up on the tip of his toes and start kissing back.
His Master wrapped his hands around his waist and Niall lifted his up tying them around his neck. After keeping lip contact for a few, his Master’s tongue made its own way in Niall’s mouth and Niall found it a bit uncomfortable at first. Though his Master tasted of cigarettes which made Niall groan and tasted of the food he had ate before and that made Niall want more.
He lifted Niall up from underneath his arms and carried him to his bed, lowering him down on it slowly. “Master,” Niall begged feeling unusual pressure in his pants.
“Zayn, call me Zayn Nialler,” and Niall nodded immediately repeating ‘Zayn’.
Zayn began undoing the rest of Niall’s buttons and Niall quickly removed the shirt off him. Niall lied down on the bed, grabbing Zayn from his blazer and pulling him down on top of him. Zayn groaned in Niall’s mouth and he pushed of his blazer.
“Undo my shirt Niall,” he breathed out and Niall nodded and he began unbuttoning his shirt, his hands a bit shaky of the nervousness that was building up inside him. Zayn cupped his cheeks, “calm down Nialler, don’t be so nervous.”
Niall took a deep breath but he still didn’t feel a bit more relaxed. He undid Zayn’s shirt and Zayn pushed it off him. He slid his hands under Niall’s bare back and pulled him up, their chests touching and Niall felt sparks in between. Zayn kissed him again as his hands moved down cupping Niall’s ass. Niall groaned as he felt the contact and in impulse be bucked his hips making Zayn moan as soon as his tight touched Zayn’s growing erection.
Zayn pulled away from the kiss and Niall dropped back down on the bed. Quickly Zayn began undoing Niall’s pants and pushing them off as Niall helped with kicking them away. Zayn leaned down on him, sucking deeply in his neck to show that Niall was owned and he wasn’t going to allow anyone else to have him. Niall whimpered closing his eyes. “Zayn,” he moaned and Zayn knew that he would never be able to listen to something such graceful yet so exciting.
Zayn left more marks on Niall’s chest before he got to his boxers and he began kissing his growing bulge, Niall whining beneath him.
“Zayn please,” Niall begged and Zayn removed Niall’s boxers. He lifted himself up looking down at Niall’s body which was in full display just for him. Niall blushed and that made him even more beautiful for Zayn. “You’re stunning Niall, it’s breath taking,” he said and Niall’s face turned bright red.
Zayn pecked his lips as he curled his hand around Niall’s shaft making Niall gasp and bite his lip hard. Zayn began moving his hand along Niall’s dick, the friction causing his hand to burn but he just kept going.
“Z-Zayn,” Niall moaned and right after he released in Zayn’s hand. He wasn’t expecting him to last long, but it surprised Zayn as soon as Niall came.
“How did it feel Nialler?” Zayn asked wiping his hand in the bed sheets. “Amazing,” he breathed, “I want more. Please Zayn, I want more.” “Are you sure Nialler? It might hurt a bit from now on.”
“Yes I am, I want more. I want you.” Zayn nodded and he kicked out his pants and jeans. He never wanted someone more than he wanted this young blond boy in his life. Deep down he knew it was not right, but Niall never objected, instead he was begging for more.
Zayn placed three of his fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva before lifting Niall’s feet up and positioning his finger at Niall’s entrance, “tell me if it hurts,” and Niall nodded. He slipped his finger in and looked at Niall. “It feels weird, but good.” Zayn moved his finger around and then he added his second one. Niall was still fine and then he was begging for the next one. As Zayn pushed in his third one a hint of pain hit Niall but he just asked Zayn for more, and Zayn gave him more.
Niall couldn’t wait any longer. He wanted Zayn and he wanted him right then. He begged for it and how could Zayn ever object to his ask? He pulled his finger out and spat on his hand, rubbing his dick to moisten it. He positioned himself and looked down at Niall, “it will hurt, it might hurt a lot as well. If you can’ take it just stop me, but if you can, it will feel really good after a few.” Niall nodded and he waited.
Zayn began pushing in slowly and he felt Niall tense beneath him. “It hurts!” Zayn bit his lips, “I know Nialler, I told you it would. Could you handle it or do you want me to pull out?” “No no, keep going,” and Zayn nodded. Niall was incredibly tight and Zayn just loved the friction on his dick.
After a few, Niall let out a loud, desperate moan and Zayn knew he was feeling the pleasure then. “Faster Zayn, please go faster,” and Zayn nodded, increasing the pace in his movements and trying to go deeper in Niall.
He knew he wouldn’t hold much longer, and from the way Niall was moving he knew he was close too. “Niall I’m close,” he warned him pushing harder. Niall felt his whole body move with Zayn’s thrusts and he nodded, “m-me to-too!” he moaned and in a matter of seconds he released on their chests. The view of Niall arching his back and moaning his name loudly brought Zayn to the edge and he released in Niall shortly after him.
He got out of him and lied down on the bed next to Niall breathing deeply. He looked at Niall’s body, all sweaty and motionless, covered in bright purple marks everywhere and Zayn couldn’t help but kiss Niall softly again. He wrapped his arms around Niall and pulled him closer to him, “go to sleep Niall, and you just stay in bed tomorrow.”
“Are you leaving now?” Niall asked his heart begging and shouting for Zayn to remain there next to him. “No, I’m going to stay here beside you.” Niall smiled widely as he was never happier in his life. “What about the guests?” “Screw the guests, I just want to be here with you,” Zayn said and he closed his eyes.
Niall smiled and pressed his naked body to Zayn’s. “Master?” he called. “Hm?” Zayn said opening his eyes. “I love you Master.” Zayn didn’t know if that was actually real. His young boy admitting his feeling for him and Zayn smiled kissing his forehead softly, “I love you too Nialler.”