Fahey grinned down at him. “Hey there, cunt. Whatcha doing?”
Breath wheezed out of Danny’s lungs and he crab walked back to put distance between him and the man. He didn’t get far. Reaching down, Fahey grabbed a fistful of Danny’s shirt and hauled him up to his feet. He didn’t let go, either, just pulled Danny in closer.
“Where do you think you’re going, boy?”
Fahey didn’t wait for a response. He dragged Danny over to the sliding doors and back into the house. Once inside, he closed the door again and the drapes, still dragging Danny along. If any of the neighbors passed by, they wouldn’t be able to see in. Fahey let Danny go with a shove that sent him stumbling back. Danny managed to catch himself on the edge of the couch and stood up defiantly.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
Fahey answered with a smack hard enough to send Danny back against the couch. “I don’t know what kind of manners Graham taught you, but you don’t ask me questions. Ever. Understand, boy?” When Danny didn’t respond, Fahey took a step closer. “You’re going to learn a whole new set of rules as my cunt. I won’t let you get a swelled head the way you did with Graham or Tanner. You’re just meat, my meat. Better learn fast, boy, or you’re going to live in a world of pain.”
Danny’s mind reeled at Fahey’s words. What was he talking about? Danny belonged to Paul. “I’m not your anything,” he spat out. This time, Fahey’s blow sent Danny sprawling on the ground and he tasted blood in his mouth.
“I guess you’re just stupid. I’m going to have to beat your ass bloody to make you understand and then I’m going to fuck you raw. Bet Graham uses lots of lube to keep your hole precious. Not me. That’s something you’re going to have to earn.”
For the first time, Danny realized Fahey had a backpack slung over his shoulder. The man tossed it to the floor before reaching for Danny once more. Grabbing Danny by the hair, he hauled him up to his knees. Danny tried not to cry out and decided resistance would only make things worse. This couldn’t be real, though. He didn’t belong to this man.
Fahey plopped down on the couch and yanked Danny over to kneel between his legs. He put his face right into Danny’s. The guy smelled of alcohol even stronger than he had earlier in the day. He’d obviously been drinking more since Danny had last seen him.
“Here’s the thing, cunt. After your father dared to put his hands on me, I told Tanner a beating wasn’t enough for the crime. I insisted on getting you in the bargain. Tanner was only too happy to get off so lightly. I could have ruined his company.”
Danny shook his head as much as the hold in his hair would allow. “Master Graham,” he practically whispered, not caring if the words caused another blow. Even if Fahey told the truth about Master Ben, Paul had the leasing rights.
Fahey grinned back at him cruelly. “What? You think Graham disagreed? After that stunt you pulled at the lumberyard, carrying on, fighting him, he was more than glad to drop your ass in my lap. That’s why I’m here. He wanted me to collect you before he came home. Washed his hands of you, stupid bitch that you are.”
“No.” Now his voice really was at a whisper. It couldn’t be true. Paul would never give him up to Fahey. Except after what Danny had said, maybe Paul had been willing to. His mind saw the logic in it, yet his heart couldn’t believe it. Fahey had to be lying.
Fahey didn’t bother to respond to the one word plea. Instead, he used his free hand to open and unzip his pants. “Now, Danny boy, before we leave, we have some unfinished business to attend to.”
The man’s cock burst out of his pants, like it had at the warehouse. Once again, it stood up hard and thick, the slit oozing a small amount of moisture. Fahey pulled Danny toward the rod. “Open up, and if I feel any of your teeth, I’ll yank them all out. You hear me?” He shook Danny’s head until Danny stuttered out a yes.
Danny closed his eyes as Fahey shoved his dick in. It went straight to the back of Danny’s throat and he gagged a few times until he managed to relax and take the hot length. He’d been here before, been forced to do this for another man whose cock he didn’t want in his mouth. He could do it again. He knew how to survive it. He didn’t even have to put any effort into the blowjob. Fahey face-fucked him using the fingers clenched in Danny’s hair for momentum, bobbing Danny’s head back and forth. Danny didn’t resist. He merely found a rhythm to take breaths when he could and just let Fahey do what he wanted.
Danny couldn’t stop the tears streaming down his face, though. Part of it was the physical misery of being choked by Fahey’s dick. Part of it was from feeling sorry for himself. He hated being used this way. After the tenderness and passion he’d experienced with Paul, he knew now how awful this abuse truly was. Fahey treated him like a fuck toy, and before Paul, Danny wouldn’t have known any better. He might have thought this was the most he deserved as a slave. Now, he just wanted it over, so he could figure out a way to stay with Paul.
The cock in his mouth swelled and pulsed, warning him that cum would soon shoot down his throat. He swallowed the bitter fluid with a minimum of choking. His stomach rebelled, threatening to spew it back up as soon as Fahey pulled out. Danny forced the bile down, not wanting to give Fahey the satisfaction of seeing him more miserable than necessary. Fahey shoved him back and zipped up his pants. Danny slumped against the coffee table, swiping the bits of cum from his lips.
“Not bad, cunt. We’ll have to work on your technique later.” Leaning over, he grabbed his backpack and opened it up. “Right now, you need to make yourself pretty for me. I don’t like those rags Graham dressed you in.”
Danny couldn’t imagine what Fahey intended. Danny wore a T-shirt and jeans, both worn and dirty from the weeding, yet in decent shape. Understanding came quickly when Fahey pulled out some clothes and flip-flops and held them up. He showed Danny a pink tank top and a stretchy looking black mini-skirt. No way. Fahey couldn’t be serious.
“Those are girls’ clothes!”
Fahey gave him an evil grin. “Cunt clothes,” he corrected. “For you my pretty, little cunt.” He pushed them at Danny, who tried to pull away, although the coffee table blocked him in. Fahey sighed. “Am I going to have to beat you even before we leave?” His look told Danny he didn’t mind the idea.
Danny wanted to balk, but if he pushed Fahey too far, who knew what the man might do. Danny couldn’t risk ending up unconscious or tied up. So, he made himself reach out and take the clothes.
“Good boy.” Fahey stood up and stretched. “Graham got any beer?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fahey kicked lightly at Danny ass. “Yes, Master. I own you now, boy, don’t forget that.”
“Yes, Master,” Danny mimicked meekly when what he really wanted to do was demand to see the bill of sale proving his ownership.
Fahey nodded in satisfaction and headed into the kitchen to grab the beer. Danny jumped up and stripped off his clothes. He pulled the phone out of his pocket, glad it was an inexpensive flip one. It fit neatly in his palm and he managed to shove it down into the front of his underwear and pull the skirt up before Fahey returned. Danny didn’t dare look, but he could feel Fahey’s hot gaze. The softly pleated skirt was obscenely short, although it draped far enough past his crotch that it covered his package and the phone. He grabbed the tank top next and shimmied it over his head.
Fahey chuckled. “I had to guess on the size. Looks a little snug, but that’s okay. You have a sweet body and I like showing it off to the rest of the world.”
Danny grimaced. The top didn’t reach the waistband of the skirt, so his midriff showed. He felt like a slut, exactly Fahey’s intent. He didn’t think he looked anything like a girl. The whole idea was ridiculous. He couldn’t imagine for the life of him why Fahey wanted him this way. Then again, the man might just be plain crazy. Danny kept his gaze down and slipped on the flip-flops. They fit okay and would have been gender neutral except they were a sparkly gold color.
Draining his bottle of beer, Fahe
y tossed the empty onto the couch and reached for his backpack again. “One more thing. I noticed your collar on the counter. I’m happy to see it already off because I have a better one than that.” So saying, he pulled out a metal choke collar with a leash attached. Before Danny could even think of backing away, Fahey had the thing over Danny’s head and around his neck. Fahey yanked viciously on the leash, choking Danny.
“Come on, cunt. Time to go.”
Fahey led Danny out of the kitchen and through the empty garage. Danny had no choice but to follow the man over to his truck and get in. He forced back the tears that threatened to spill once more. Crying wouldn’t get him anywhere. He needed to just go along with whatever Fahey demanded. It didn’t matter if people saw him dressed like a girl. It didn’t matter if Fahey made him suck his cock again or fucked him raw as promised. There would come a point when Danny would have a chance to contact Paul. He hoped and prayed that Fahey had lied, that Danny still belonged to Paul and he’d rescue Danny from this nightmare. He had to believe that was what would happen. Because if Fahey hadn’t lied, if Paul had given him up, Danny didn’t know how he could go on.
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Paul had been forced to knock off work early. Leon had given him the fish eye and insisted that he leave so that the rest of them could get something done. Paul hadn’t blamed his crew. He’d been so preoccupied with worry about Danny, he’d been lucky not have become an industrial accident. A large pizza with Danny’s favorite toppings—pepperoni, mushrooms and green peppers—sat on the seat next to him. Paul hoped the poor kid had calmed down some in the last few hours, but if not, Paul would dig down for patience. The day had been traumatic for the slave. The least Paul could do was be a safe place to vent. It’s what a boyfriend would do and that’s what Paul wanted to be for Danny.
He pulled into the garage and cut the engine. Ignoring the butterflies dancing in his stomach, he grabbed the pizza and let himself into the kitchen. The silence that greeted him made him pause. Weird. It felt empty and the drapes were drawn in the living room. He only did that at night. He tossed the box on the counter and walking over to the sliding door, he shoved the drapes back. His yard wasn’t big so it took only a glance to see that Danny wasn’t out there. Paul could see that the boy had been weeding, though. And, the door was unlocked.
“Danny?” Paul turned as he called out the name. That’s when he saw the small pile of clothes on the floor.
He frowned and moved toward them. It wasn’t like Danny to just toss his stuff around even if he’d come in to shower. Before he’d taken one step, he spied the bottle lying on the sofa. Now an unnamed dread blanketed him. He rushed over to grab the almost empty thing. A wet spot stained the sofa cushion. With his palm wrapped around the bottle in a death grip, he rushed through the house.
“Danny? Danny!”
No amount of calling, yelling, or screaming inside his head changed the fact that Danny wasn’t there. He checked everywhere, no matter how unlikely, to be absolutely sure. He even checked Danny’s clothes to see what the boy might have changed into. That’s when the real panic set in. Danny didn’t have much, and virtually everything he did have Paul had bought him. As near as Paul could tell, all of it remained in the house. He returned to the living room, set the bottle he still held on the coffee table and picked up the shirt and pants lying on the floor. Dirt and sweat dotted the material. Lifting the shirt to his nose, Paul breathed in deeply. He could smell Danny’s deodorant and the unique smell he thought of as his boy. Obviously the slave had been working on the yard, keeping himself busy instead of stewing over the misery of the day.
On the one hand, Paul appreciated that meant Danny had shown some maturity and may have lost his anger toward Paul and his part in what had happened. On the other hand, where the fuck was the kid? How could he have left the house without clothing or shoes, plus his collar had still been on the counter. No way Danny would have risked leaving without the one thing the law demanded he have on in particular. He eyed the empty beer bottle. Normally, Danny didn’t like the stuff. Was it possible he’d drowned his anger in alcohol, stripped off his clothes and gone running outside? Paul had known one or two light-weights in his day who only needed one beer to lose control. Danny might fall into that category. Surely someone would have seen him, though, and called the cops.
Paul dropped the clothes back on the floor and bolted for his truck. As stupid as it seemed, he couldn’t dismiss the possibility that a tipsy and pissed-off Danny wandered the neighborhood. The only other alternative threatened to unravel the control Paul held onto by his fingertips. If Danny hadn’t drunk the beer, someone else had, except no family member or friend would have entered his home when he wasn’t there, drunk his beer and what, taken his naked slave for a drive?
Paul drove down the street in the opposite direction than he’d used coming home and scanned around. At the same time, he grabbed his phone and dialed up Ben Tanner. Thank God for the barbeque over Memorial Weekend. It had led to him and Ben exchanging mobile numbers. The other man picked up on the first ring.
“Hey, Paul. How’s Danny?”
“Did you fire Fahey?”
A moment of silence passed while Ben processed the non-sequitur. “Yeah, right after I beat a good man practically into unconsciousness.” His tight voice was laced with self-loathing. “I’m about to get shit-faced, in fact. You didn’t answer my question about Danny.”
“He’s missing.” Paul grimaced in frustration. This jaunt around the block was getting him nowhere. There were too many side streets to check.
“Define missing.”
“The house is empty. He’s not there, although his clothes all seem to be.”
“You’re losing me. What do you mean his clothes are there?”
“Never mind that part. I may be wrong. All I know is that I left an angry Danny home while I went back to work. I just returned and he’s not there. I think someone else was because I found an empty bottle of beer. Danny doesn’t drink beer.”
“I don’t usually drink scotch, yet that’s what’s in my hand. It’s been that kind of day.”
Paul sighed. “Yeah, I know. Look, is Oliver there? Could you please ask him if he knows something? I gave Danny a phone, maybe he called your boy.”
“Of course. One second.”
Paul turned down yet another street, listening to the murmurs across the line. Finally, Ben came back on.
“Danny hasn’t contacted Oliver. Sorry. Wait, why did you ask about Fahey?”
Paul’s gut clenched. “I don’t know. It’s stupid I guess, but if Danny didn’t wander off on his own, someone had to have led him out. Or taken him out. Fahey is an obvious choice.” God, he hoped he was just thinking crazy thoughts. Unfortunately, Ben didn’t laugh at his worry.
“The asshole stormed out of here after screaming the house down when I fired him. Threatened all kinds of lawsuits about wrongful termination. I told him I had a dozen witnesses to his smelling like a distillery on the job, to go ahead and sue. Tanner Lumber can afford the cost of defending itself. I also offered him a severance package, even though it stuck in my craw to do so, if he’d sign a release. He told me to go fuck myself. I figured he’d cool off and be back in a few days to accept. Maybe bring a lawyer to get more money. Are you thinking he went after Danny?”
Yanking the truck over to the curb, Paul shifted into park and desperately looked for his sweet boy. His fingers clenched his phone against his ear. “Yeah. He’s been drinking, he’s pissed, and he’s been stupid enough or crazy enough to try to force a slave to blow him right there in the warehouse. Who does something like that except someone obsessed? He just hasn’t been rational so far, why is it a stretch that he’d go to the extreme and steal my boy?”
“How would Fahey even know where you live?”
Paul rolled his eyes, a gesture lost on Ben of course. “Because I’m not a rich guy. I don’t have my phone or address unlisted. There’s no reason to. Anyone can look up my home address.�
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A harsh breath blew across the phone. “Oh, right. Look, meet me at the lumberyard. Maybe Danny somehow got himself there and is hiding out to be able to see his father. It’s worth a look and we can check Fahey’s file at the same time to see where he lives. I have no idea off the top of my head, and I keep personnel files on a separate stand-alone computer for security reasons.”
“I don’t mean to drag you into this, Ben.”
“Seriously? Danny is mine, too, remember? And I put him in Fahey’s path. I’m in this up to my neck.”
Paul closed his eyes for a second, his head resting against the back of his seat. Knowing he wasn’t alone in his search lessened the fear that threatened to swamp him. “Thanks, man.”
“You got it. And, Paul? We’ll find him.”
“God I hope so. I don’t know what I’m going to do if he’s lost to me.” His voice hitched and he didn’t give a shit. He loved his boy and didn’t care who knew it.
Once the call ended, Paul shifted the gear into drive, then stopped abruptly. Danny’s phone! It had seemed like a simple and good idea to give his slave a phone to keep in touch during the day. It didn’t have internet access because the law frowned on slaves being able to gain information that wasn’t filtered by their masters. Paul hadn’t wanted to make waves when Danny wasn’t completely his. He expected Ben wouldn’t want something so subversive around his lumberyard slaves. Not worth the hassle for either of them. The phone did have texting ability, which had been the main point.
Closing his eyes again, Paul tried to remember if he’d felt the phone in the pocket of Danny’s jeans when he’d picked them up. The boy always kept it in the front right pocket, easily accessible, yet not a distraction or at risk for loss. He popped his eyes open with a swear on his lips. He couldn’t remember and didn’t want to waste any time returning to the house. It didn’t matter anyway. The obvious thing to do was try. So, pulling out again into the road, he hit his Bluetooth button.
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