Chapter One

[ ok, so I am going to be a good girlfriend and tell you all in advance that I wrote this.  Not that it would be too hard to guess really. but there you have it.  now WARNING this story has a lot of bad words and will involve only guys, so if that bothers you please don’t read it. Also this first part is just a short teaser really, I have more and I will add it if you guys end up interested.  Thanks- May<3]

Chapter one

“The time is now,” Buck Howard stated.  He chanted this often, thought it would help his chances with the game.  Poker. Always poker.  Not the professional kind where you played for chips either.  It’s where play, anything goes.  These games were the ones you lost your house and car in, as well as the family funds.  Seedy people.  Always scum, don’t care about anything or anyone but themselves and their money. 

“Boy, where is my drink!?” Buck yelled.

Buck was taller than me and made of pure bulk, with excess collected around his middle giving him a beer gut.  His arms were the power house of his body.  That’s where he carried all of his muscle.  He wasn’t the strongest man, but he threw it around enough and knew how to use it.  He has ice blue eyes that always looked frigid, with greasy black hair.  A combination that always creeps me out.

It is in here getting put together, of course, it doesn’t just come magically made and ready to serve as soon as you want it.  Stupid man.  I have been here almost four years now, and I still can’t get over how ridiculous he is.

I brought over the drink and handed it over to him.  He’s not going to like it.

“What the fuck is this shit!?” Howard was angry and displeased, what’s new. “When have I ever wanted vodka with my drink?!”

I just stared at the floor as his hand reached up and whipped across my face.  I flinched a little.  Damn, I thought I was getting over it.  He doesn’t hit too hard, but he always does.  I can guess when it’s going to happen so I get ready for it.  Someday I’ll show no emotion like planned.

“Answer me!”

“We ran out of gin.” That happens you know, when you’re too cheap you only get one bottle at a time, but already have half the bottle gone by the time the game starts. 

“Get the fuck outta my site.” He slurred.

Fine with me, I turned and made my way back to where I came.

“Alright men, call!”

“Call.”

“Call.”

“Raise.” A deep voice calmly stated.

He sounds new.  I peeked around the corner.  The man the voice came from looked large.  Bigger then buck, but not fat.  He was wide in the shoulders; he’s sitting so I can only assume he is tall too.  His jaw is wide and filled with scruff.  Doesn’t worry about being well groomed I guess.  I can’t see his eyes, but his hair is dark brown in a crew cut.  Not too bad if you ask me. I definitely have not seen him around since I have been here.

“Raise? I’m outta chips man,” figuratively speaking that is. 

“What you got to bet with then because I’m raising?”

“Hmm,” Howard is pissed; he had hoped to win the whole pot before he ran out. “The boy then!”

WHAT?!

He can’t mean it, can he? Buck must have the perfect hand. He’s  already said that he would never let me leave, likes me too much, my “incredible stupidity and all,” to let me leave over his dead body. That’s why I’ve stopped caring about being hit.  No point in hoping for freedom when it won’t happen.

“What’s his worth?” he deep voice replied.

“Aside from messing up drinks on occasion, he cooks, cleans, and can be anything he is needed for.” Buck stated lewdly. He’s down playing that a bit.  I do a lot the correct word is slave really, in all ways, which is how I know he wouldn’t bet me unless he had an almost unbeatable hand. 

“Done, show ‘em.”

Welp, might as well move to my next chore on the list because there is no point in wishing.

“Hate to break it to you man, but the cards read aces.  Three to be exact.” Howard sounded pretty cocky.  I knew it. I wonder how he expects to celebrate tonight, ugh. I couldn’t stop the small revolting of my stomach.

“Not so fast, Howard.” The deep voice man laid down his hand and I thought Buck’s head was gonna pop off. “Full House.”

I bet it will be another night of full service….wait… what?! Did he just…

“No Fucking way man, impossible!” He was fuming.

“Bet is a bet, you lot.” A brave man stated.

“Yeah man, own up. You know the rule of the game.” What rules?

“That’s the end of the game fellas own up to your bets.” The dealer was moving on to the next hot stop, I guess.

“Ugh, Fine!”  Buck threw is cards down and stormed off.

I was stunned, what do I do now? Am I really going with this stranger? Now?

I guess I’ll go pick up my few possessions before buck just tosses me out in his anger.

Upstairs in my closet of a room, literally I think it was made to be a closet.  Under a loosened bored is where I hide my only picture of my family, gone now, and the little bit of money I was able to save and hide from Howard before he found out.

Just as I was coming out, buck came into view. Great, I knew that look.  He was gonna beat me.  He shoved me back into the closet violently.  I hit the wall with a thud.  It’s the last one from him at least.  I kept my head down, trying not to make him more agitated.  I hope this new guy doesn’t hit.  I won’t hope too much though. 

“You son of a bitch, that fucking drink you forced on me made me lose!” He keeps getting closer.  When’s the next hit coming? His eyes look more violent then I have seen before.  Maybe he really meant over my dead body.  His hand circled around my neck.  Slowly tightening until it was hard to breath.  I closed my eyes knowing that this was a fitting end to my life.

“What do you think you are doing with my winnings?” Anger sounded in that deep voice.  He was so calm before.  I shivered; I guess he really gets possessive of his winnings.

I opened my eyes when Buck’s hand dropped.  What I saw was an odd site.  The deep voiced man was holding Buck by the shoulder in what looked to be a painful debilitating hold. 

He definitely was tall.

“Nothing man, I was just talking to my boy.  Letting him know what was going on, explaining is all.”

“My boy, and I hope so.” He sounded calm again.

He tossed Buck to the side and gave me an all consuming glance.

“You’ll do, I suppose.” The deep voice stated.

He motioned me forward, and then followed, or herded me out of the house.

I didn’t say a word as we got into his car.  I had no idea what to do or say.  Running didn’t seem to be an option.  The few times I had tried that with Buck had resulted in complete failure.  He never let me out of the house so I knew nothing of the surrounding area.  Once they caught up to me, Buck and his men, it always resulted in punishment. 

Then a show of power from Buck.

This man seemed to have more muscle and fierceness behind him than Buck or any of his men.  I didn’t want to chance making him angry. 

Wait. Buck’s gone.  It hit me with equal parts relief and fear.  All of the mental planning I have done, everything I trained myself not to react to is gone. I’ll have to start all over, and I have known idea what to expect.  That simple fact of the unknown scared me the most.

Chapter Two

[This one is a little short sorry, I’ll write more soon, promise, May<3]

 Chapter Two

For the longest time the boy just looked stunned, but once we got into the car and drove away, the look changed to outright fear.  I can understand I supposed, but the fact I can understand I suppose, but the fact that I brought out the fear in him made me boil.

I had looked over him after I put the douche bag Buck in his place.  He was on the small side, scrawny, but that was probably a lack of nourishment.  Not his normal build I’d guess.  His light brown hair looked scraggly, almost like he doesn’t get many chances to bathe.  His eyes have been shuttered every time I’d had a chance to really look at him.  I hope I can change that.

I still don’t know what I am going to do with the boy.

“What is your name boy?” I asked.

He jumped a little which bothered me, but answered in a mumbled voice, “Lokhart Jones, sir.”

“Lokhart,” interesting name, “Mine’s Travis Klive Hammel, but people call me TK. How old are you?”  I asked.

“21 soon, sir.”

He’s young still.

We arrived at my place at about 3 in the morning.  The boy, I mean Lokhart, was fighting sleep.  It must have been a pretty taxing time for him.  I’ll give him the bed; he needs it more than I do. Tomorrow we’ll figure out the rest.

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The place was nice enough.  Not as big as Buck’s, or as much in disarray.  It’ll be a lot simpler to keep clean.  Which is a definite relief.  TK lead me to the bedroom, and then I knew at least one job I would be used for.  I started to undress before he even said a word.  I’m tired, so why waste time.

When he turned to look at me I was in the middle of unbuttoning my shirt.  His eyes, cyan now that I can see them, showed confusion, then anger when mine dropped and I continued undressing.  He grabbed my hands to stop me.  I flinched. I guess he’s mad because he wants to do it?  I dropped my hands and waited. 

Then he did something I never would have expected.  He buttoned my shirt back up.  I looked up in shock.

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Hazel.  His eyes are hazel.  My anger dropped right then.  He didn’t know any different way.  I’ll teach him to trust and expect better from me.  I pulled out a spare t-shirt and some elastic shorts and laid them on the bed. 

“The bathroom is there if you need it, feel free. Towels are under the sink.”  I pointed and then walked out closing the door softly.  I heard the shower start a few minutes later.

I striped down to my boxers and lay down on the couch.  I’ll worry about it tomorrow; we’ll have a talk and go from there.  Figure out what works for both of us.

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I must have disgusted him but I have to say, the shower felt amazing.  The once weekly shower I received from Buck was usually quick because of the lack of warmth.  He would say it was just to get the stink off so why would I need any of the benefits of warmth.  Water and soap does the trick just fine.

Once I finished, I dried and dressed.  The shirt and shorts were too big of course, but thankfully the shorts had a draw string.  I lay in the bed thinking he’d be joining me soon.  The clock read 5:30   by the time I realized he wasn’t coming.  I finally began to relax, but I really needed something to drink.

I crept out of the room, not sure where my new owner was residing. In the hall I heard a gentle snore coming from the living room.  Following the noise he came into view.  Sleeping on the couch? I’d think about that later because the view that met me was, I have to say, amazing.

His body, stretched out on the large couch, was perfect.  Toned and muscular but not too much so.  Just hinting at the power beneath his skin.  Which was tanned in a way that made me guess he frequented the outdoors. 

Unlike mine which was white from never being allowed out in the sun.

 His wide shoulders lead to a smooth tapered waist, then muscled legs.  A runner maybe? I used to run before my life fell apart.

As I examined his body, a feeling I rarely experienced shot through me.

Lust. 

I am attracted to the man who owns me? Wonderful Loki, you’ve hit a new low.

TK grunted and shifted in his sleep making me jump and I scurried back into the bedroom and jumped in the bed.  I shut my eyes and forced myself to relax like I’ve done for the past 4 years.

Chapter Three

[I keep writing short chapters…sorry… and please, please, PLEASE comment…..I could really use some feedback here! Thanks!]

Chapter Three

When I woke up it was silent. I stretched and blinked a few times, trying to remember where I was and what brought me here.

It all came back to me then.  The strange room was owned by TK….Hammel? Who had slept in the living room on the couch….. He had won me in a seedy game of poker.  I no longer belong to Buck Howard. Man, he must be fuming right now.

The urge to relieve my bladder was getting stronger so I got out of the warm bed and headed to take care of business.

On the mirror in the bathroom was a note.

Got called into work.

Be back around 5.

Foods in the kitchen.

TK

            Oh really? Is that where you put food? Who knew?

Huh. What do I do now? My stomach rumbled, letting me know its thoughts on the matter.  Kitchen then I suppose.

Oh, Man. When I got to the kitchen I couldn’t help but notice the time.  It was already 2 o’clock.  Shit! I wolfed down a pop-tart and got to work.

I found chicken in the freezer and set it out.  Then I found a closet with cleaning supplies. Alright, I know how to do this.

My over sleeping didn’t prove to be an issue, however, because I finished cleaning the whole place, top to bottom by 4.  With everything spotless, I cooked dinner. I kept it basic seen as I had no clue what this guy even likes.  One thing I don’t want is his anger pointed at me.  It looked lethal; the way he was holding Buck the other day just a taste. I shivered.

Ten to 5 I just finished dinner, so I set the table as well.  I tried to make everything look perfect, who knows what kind of standards this guy had?

When I heard the key in the lock I was afraid I might pass out I was so nervous.  Heart pounding, I turned around as TK walked into the room.

“Wow, you’ve been busy…” He looked shocked.

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Could the boy be any cuter? I have never thought myself as the romantic mushy gushy type of guy, but honestly he made me dinner and he looked so nervous.  That’s when it all smacked me upside the head….he was supposed to do this.  Trained to do this.  Punished if he didn’t do it right. 

My eyes narrowed, but when I saw him shrinking back I tried to calm myself a little.  Ok.  It’s ok.  I’ll slowly teach him it’s not necessary. 

“This looks great,” I said as I cleared my throat.  Wait, where’s his plate? “Aren’t you going to eat with me?”

“Uh…I-if you wish it, s-sir.”  He is shocked.  The prick owner of his must have made him eat alone.  But maybe it’s for the best if he didn’t have to be around the Buck more than needed.

He grabbed another plate and silverware and set them at the table.  I sat, picked up my fork and knife and dug in.  He followed suit.  We ate in general silence other then my complements to the chief.  Which he did not see coming, but seemed to relax a little all the same.

After dinner, came time for the talk.  I am still not entirely sure what I should do with him, but something tells me I need to gently ease him out of what he is use to.  Problem is I’m not entirely sure what he was forced to do with …his previous owner. The prick. 

“Lokhart.” I waited until he looked up. “Come, sit on the couch, we need to talk about your duties. 

“Yes, sir.” He rose slowly and followed me to the couch.

When we were seated I turned to look him in the eye. “What were your previous responsibilities?”

“Um, I had m-many.” He seemed very nervous all of the sudden. 

“It’s alright, if you don’t want to share that with me yet.  How about for now you will stay in charge of the cooking and cleaning.  I’ll need a list of whatever you need by tomorrow so I can pick it up after work.  Deal?” I felt uneasy asking even this much of him…but I don’t know how else to do this.

“Y-yes, sir.”

Chapter Four

[this one is kind of a filler chapter, so sorry, i hope it is still good though!  I will have the next chapter up by the end of the week hopefully!  Enjoy May<3]

Chapter Four

            Thankfully it is Sunday, so no work today.  After our talk last night, I let Lokhart clean up the kitchen, and then I took a shower.  It was a long one, I needed to soak out some of the stress this “ownership” thing is causing me.  After the shower I was drained.  It was still pretty early, but dark enough outside that I was able to warrant going to bed early. I told the boy where to find the clothes if he would like to shower and change for bed any time soon, and then I was passed out on the couch. 

            After I showed him the clothes though, I realized just before I passed out that we need to get Lokhart some clothes of his own.  Not that I mind seeing him in my clothes, but I bet he would feel more comfortable in his own. 

            So that’s what we’re going to do today.  Great, shopping. 

            “Lokhart,” I said, stopping him from washing the breakfast dishes. “How about we go to the mall today and get you some clothes.”  He looked at me funny and then said, “Like go outside?” He whispered this, sounding at once in awe and fear.

            “Yeah….? We have to go outside to get to the mall.”

            “Oh.”

            “Is everything ok?” I asked even though I knew something was up with him.

            “Y-yeah.”  He stuttered.

            “You can tell me if you want to, it’s ok.”

            “I-it’s just that I was never allowed to go anywhere or even outside…before.”

            That statement really pissed me off, that ass didn’t even allow the kid to go outside?! What the hell!?  I noticed Lokhart shrinking away in my anger.  Crap, I scared him.  I schooled my features and tried to speak calmly.

            “Don’t worry, I am not mad at you.  I just didn’t like that you were not allowed to enjoy the outdoors.” He relaxed a tiny bit after that but didn’t seem to let his guard down at all. 

            After getting ready, we left.  I kept a close eye on Lokhart.  If he has never really been outside before, how will he handle all of this?  I thought I should just guess his size and go on my own, but I really did not want to deny him this. 

            We got into my car and on to the road.  I leave in the city, so there is an abundance of people around.  Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the boy was gripping the door handle hard and staring wide eyed out of the window.

            “You ok?” I said quietly as possible but enough for him to hear.

            He jumped at the sound still but replied. “Y-yeah, it’s a little surreal.  I haven’t been around this many people in a really long time.  I never realized.”

            “Realized what?”  I asked trying to keep him talking.  I want to know what he is thinking.  I want to know all about him. 

            “Just how I have changed in four years.”

            “Oh, yeah? We are here. You ready?”  He seems pretty nervous still.

            He took a deep breath and let it out. “Yes.”

            I got out of the car and went around, opening his door.  He stepped out slowly, but straightened up and looked towards me. 

“What now?” He asked.  He is looking to me for guidance, that’s good right? Does it me he trusts me? Or just that I’m his owner and am supposed to tell him what to do?

“Now we shop!”  I draped my arm around the boy to lead him to the entrance of the mall.  I did it to offer comfort to him, but it comforted me knowing that he didn’t drop my arm.

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We spent the next few hours shopping.  I didn’t really know what size I was, so the first store we went to took a while.  TK guessed a sized at first, but everything I tried on was too big.  Every time we left a store TK would put his arm around me.  At first I didn’t do anything about it because I thought he was keeping me from running off.  Or maybe even staking his claim?  I don’t really know, but after a while, I didn’t want him to take it off.  I felt a small sense of despair each time we entered a store.  He would take his arm away to pick up different items.

When we went into a new store and TK went to pick up another shirt, I sighed.  I couldn’t hold it in, so I hoped he didn’t hear it.  No such luck.

“What’s wrong?” He said, looking into my eyes.  Wow.  So pretty, his eyes just draw me in.  So much so that it took his tiny smirk to snap me out of my staring contest.

“It’s nothing.” I quickly answered, not really remembering what it was in the first place.  Oh yeah, he took his arm away.

“Oh?”

“Just getting a little tired I guess.”  I lied quickly and quietly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. 

“Yeah, Am a too really.” He admitted. Whew, he didn’t notice, but now that he said I am pretty tired too.  “Think we got you enough for now?”

“Yeah, it’s more than enough.”  It was true, we have Five pairs of pants and shorts, Seven different styles of shirts, many undershirts, and Six different elastic shorts.  That is more then I have had in a really long time.  Even before Buck.

I didn’t realized how long we had been gone until we made it outside to the car.  I was dark, like really dark not just dusk.  We left around 10 this morning, and I’d guess it to be about 9 now.  We spent almost 12 hours in that mall.  No wonder I was starting to drift off. 

I stirred a little as I felt myself being lifted.  The car felt a little bumpy now, weird.  Then I was laying down on something soft.  That was the last thing I remembered.

Chapter Five

[sorry took a few days longer than I thought, we went camping so i had no internet!  I hope you enjoy this one]

Chapter Five

It was 4:30 and I was almost done in the bathroom daydreaming about the day before and TK’s arm around me, when I smelt it.  Burning.

Oh, SHIT! The chicken!

            I pulled the charcoaled meat out. God, what am I gonna do? I am in deep shit now.  Get rid of it and make something else fast.

As I was trying to come up with a new plan, I heard the key in the lock.

I ran.

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I managed to get out of work a little early, hopefully now I can talk to Lokhart.  Inside the apartment I heard the sound of feet running as I unlocked the door.  When I was in the smell of burnt food hit me.

Hmmm…. it looks cleaner in here, if that is even possible, the kid is a genius with cleaning. In the kitchen was where I found the pan of burnt chicken.  I have a crappy electric oven, must be used to gas.             

Thinking he was in the bedroom I went to see how he faired.  However, he wasn’t in the bedroom, or the bathroom.

Did he leave?  I mean I don’t really own him, so he can go as he pleases, but I really hoped he stayed.  Does he even know that much around here?  We didn’t go very far the other day, what if he gets lost?

Wait, the door was dead bolted and he doesn’t have a key yet.  Ok, so he is in here, but why is he hiding?

“Lokhart?” Where should I look?

I opened the walk-in, the last place I can think to check.  From the far corner came a muffled sniffle.  I approached softly.  Moving back the clothing, and knelt in front of the boy.  He was curled up into a ball.

I touched him and he jumped.

“Don’t! Please don’t beat me! I didn’t mean to I was trying, really I was.  Don’t punish me please!”

“Lokhart,” I said softly as he was begging.

“It would have all been fixed at five when you got here at five I promise! Just take mercy-”

“Lokhart.” I said louder. He stopped then and peaked at me under his lashes.  So beautiful. “It’s ok.  Things happen. I am not mad.”  I grabbed his chin and forced him to look me in the eyes. “And I will never lay a hand on you in anger.”

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He looked serious, but how could I trust him.  Buck always said I could trust him,, right before bad things happened.    TK slowly ran his thumb along my jaw and I began to relax.  His thumb crept up to my lower lip and I almost shivered.  When I was releasing my death grip on my legs, he slowly took my hand and started to help me up.

“Can I stay here a minute?”I asked looking down again.  I didn’t want him to know that his touching my face like that kind of turned me on.  And if I stood right now it would be quite obvious.  I was embarrassed enough as it was.

“Sure, take your time.  We’ll talk in the living room when you’re ready.”

He left then.  Ok, deep breaths. Think of buck, yup that’s doing the trick.  When the proof of my arousal went away I emerged from the closet with caution.  I moved to the living room and there he was on the couch again.  I couldn’t help remembering the other night, him just in boxers on the couch. Oh crap, Buck, Buck!

“Come, sit down, Lokhart”

I sat and blurted out, “You can call me Loki.” He looked puzzled for a second. “Instead of Lokhart, no one has called me that since my mother died.” I don’t know why I’m saying this.

“Loki.” He said testing the name.  “Is that what you where called….before?”

“No.”  I said relaxing a little into the conversation.  “I was just ‘boy’ or a bad name of some sort.  My friends called me Loki.”

He smiled. “Consider me a friend then?”

His smile was perfect. If you would have said so that first night, I would have denied he had one.

“I don’t know yet.”  I said honestly.  I don’t know what I would consider him yet.

His face turned serious, I missed the smile already.

“Loki, don’t be afraid of me please.”  He reached for my hand and I let him take it. You’re not going to be hurt anymore if I have any say in the matter, I promise.”

He caught my tear with his other hand.  I had no idea I had started crying, all I knew is that I believed him.  And that, to me, is amazing.  I sniffled and he pulled me forward.

            He kissed me then, his lips soft, not demanding or harsh.  So different from the few times Buck would “lower himself” to kiss me.  I couldn’t help but respond to him.  I was already trying to fight off the arousal he caused.  That would probably not be the best thing, to show him that he makes me that happy with just a simple kiss.

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Loki’s eyes fluttered closed.  He didn’t push me away, so I depended the kiss.  He was kissing me back with questioning passion, that means he must like me a little right? I pulled him closer gently, letting him come on his own or protest if he wished.  He came with on his own, my heart clenched and then picked up speed.  Loki’s hands started to wander around my chest.  They felt so good but I held back.  I didn’t want to scare him off.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

The kiss only lasted a few more seconds, but I wish it would have lasted for eternity.  I know that’s a bit extreme, but when you have lived the life I have over the past years you’d feel the same. TK pulled back and looked me in the eyes. It was way too intense.  I swear I saw all of my emotions playing through them.  

I sighed and did something I never in my life thought I could do again; I rested my head on his chest. To lean on someone else was a luxury I haven’t had since my mother passed.  

Almost as though he could read my mind TK said, “Would you tell me about yourself, your life then and before?”

“W-why?” If I open up to him, will I still be strong? Can I trust someone else again?

“I want to know you.” He said it in a way I can’t explain.  It was like he needed to get inside my head, inside of me? I don’t know. That just sounded perverted.   

I took a deep breath, “Well you know my name,” He nodded and waited for me to continue. “And my age.” Gosh why was this so hard?

“Tell me about your parents.” he said softly encouraging me.   

“um my mom’s name was Marg, and my dad’s was Herald. They were pretty strict but who wasn’t.”  I tried to laugh it off. “My mother was the one person I cared for the most. She passed away when I was thirteen.”  

“I’m sorry Loki,” and it seemed he meant it.   

“After that it was just me, my dad and my sister.  She was older than me by a year and a half, her name was Fay.  We were kind of close but not really. I don’t really know why…” Deep breaths.“When I was fifteen, my dad and sister went out for groceries. Well on the way back a drunk driver decided to side swipe them in order to pass. My dad lost control and crashed into a deep ditch. The police said it was instant. That they didn’t suffer, but who knows.”  

I could see the sympathy in his eyes. I had seen it so much back then that it had made me sick. But after all these years it felt weird to know someone else could care enough to feel my pain.  

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I.can’t stop this feeling in my chest. Loki has been through so much in his short life. Howcould he have handled it all alone?  I want to be the one he leans on now.  To be there for him. Will he let me?

“What happened after?” I know I shouldn’t push, it’s a lot to go through and he barely knows me.  But I want to know what he went through. How he came to be with that prick. If he say he doesn’t want to say then I won’t make him.   

He hesitated and then said, “After I was put into foster care.  I bounced around a bit seen as I was fifteen and not happy. When I was seventeen I went to live with my last set of fosters. They weren’t horrible, at first. Then Neal, the dad, started to act weird. They started fighting a lot, money issues.  One night Neal dragged me out of bed and took me to this building with a lot of trash, people and crap.”   

He is starting to struggle a lot more with this. I don’t know how to comfort him. So reaching out, I touched his cheek gently. He flinched a little at first, but then leaned into my palm. I slowly pulled him forward until his other cheek rested on my shoulder. Moving my hand down to his back I waited for him to continue.   

He took a deep breath, sighed and then said, “It was late, Neal told me that I had to go in front of some people, to be good and not to talk back. When we entered the building I was forced to…to…”

“It’s ok Loki, you don’t have to finish if you don’t want to.” part of me wanted him to stop. I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t know if I wanted to hear it.

“I want to, I need to.” he sat up then. Immediately I missed him. He looked out the window unseeingly and stated, “I had to take off my clothes and stand on a platform. I was sold to the highest bidder.”

Chapter Seven

[What do you think so far? Sorry it’s soo short. More soon hopefully, if you all are liking it that is.]

Chapter Seven

Sold to the highest bidder?  I mean I knew that he had to have some kind of poor circumstances that lead to him being with Buck Howard, but I had no idea it was that bad. Forced against his will?

It’s sad but part of me had hoped he was the one who chose to be a slave for whatever reason. Money, shelter, anything.

Knowing all he has been through just made my heart gravitate even more towards him. I wanted to help him back into the kindness of the world, and protect him from any of this happening again.

He looked so alone, lost.  I moved towards him and slowly brought my hand up to his cheek. Caressing it lightly I whispered, “Never again.” and brought his lips to mine once more. It was just a light kiss, but his soft moan told me that was ok.  I didn’t dare depen it this time, although it seemed he wanted me to when he followed after a little once I pulled away. 

We went our separate ways after that, off to sleep, Loki on the bed and I was once again on the couch. I couldn’t stand being away from him right now, as weird as it seems I was growing very attached and protective after only a few days, but he really needed his space. For now. 

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When I woke, I had this incredible sense of calm. Baring my soul to TK about my past was easier then I had expected. Now that it was off my chest I felt lighter.  Even with everything that had happened over the past four years and more if you count the foster care peiord.  I felt like I was floating, now in fact because before he left for work today, TK kissed me again lightly on the lips again promising to be home by five as usual. 

I was in the middle of cleaning the kitchen, and daydreaming about TK, when I heard something at the door. My first reaction was excitement. Had TK gotten off work early?  Maybe he had wanted to see me as badly as I wanted to see him?  I couldn’t help the huge smile that crossed my face as my heart beat increase.  This excitement and giddyness was so unusual for me.  But I can gladly admit that I was really enjoying the feeling.

I was half way to the door when I froze, the smile gone. That wasn’t a key in the door. It sounded like scratching, and someone was mumbling to another person outside the door.

Someone was breaking in.

When I realized what was happening I ran, trying to keep my feet from making too much noise. Going into the bedroom and scurried to the back of the closet. My heart was pounding for a different reason now.  I was trying to quiet my breathing, something I had learned before when I wanted to seem asleep. Not that it ever really made a difference.

There were footsteps in the living room and the voices were louder now, I could barely make the words out.

“Seems empty,” someone said.

“Check everywhere, boss said he’d be here.” Another said.

“What if they left together?” Came the reply.

“Nope the door dude said, ‘Mr. Hammel left for work this morning’ and he has never brought the little twit with him before.”

They were looking for me.

They must be Bucks men. I don’t recognize their voices, but then again most of them are off doing god knows what for him. So they didn’t come to the house.  My breathing accelerated on its own as the footsteps moved into the bedroom. Oh shit!

“You check the bed, I’ll check the bathroom.”  

“Nothing in or under the bed.” 

“Same here.”

They’re coming here next I know it. I tried to bury myself further in, but I was pressed to the wall as it was. I saw the shadows under the door and squeezed my eyes closed. Please no. Just be invisible to them. 

The door swung open. My heart was pounding in my chest, how do I make it quieter, they are going to hear me.  At first they said nothing. Just scanning the closet I’m sure. I held my breath trying not to make a noise or move.  I don’t think they’ve noticed me.

Then one of them chuckled. Then one of them grabbed me roughly by the arm and yanked me out of the clothes I was hiding behind. No.  

“NO!” I screamed struggling to get free.

I was kicking wildly.  I don’t want to go back to him.  I don’t want to leave TK.  One of them grabbed both my arms as I tried to strike out. Pinning them to my sides with little effort.  The other forced my face forward.

“Well, well, well, Buck would like a word with you, boy.” They snarled, with that a cloth covered my face and blackness took over.

Chapter Eight

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Chapter Eight

I woke up in a small room that smelt of stale beer and sex.  My head hurt, and my stomach wanted to protest the smell. 

Where am I?  How long have I been in here?  It feels like hours.

Struggling to get myself upright, I remembered.  I am with Buck again. 

‘Buck would like a word with you.’ 

No! Oh, no. 

Will TK know that they just took me?  That I didn’t leave him? Will he even care that I am gone?  Can I hope that he will save me again?

I want to believe that he was feeling the same way I was, but that is just wishful thinking.  We have only known each other for a few days.  How could he care that much for me?  But somehow I came to care for him in that short time, so maybe?

With everything running through my head, I barely noticed the door open.  Light streaked into the room, a shadow in the doorway.  My thoughts froze and my heart rate picked up speed once again.

What is going to happen to me?

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Finally, home.  This day just dragged.  All I wanted was to get home to Loki.  He was so sweet looking this morning.  For the first time in days his eyes didn’t look down when I spoke to him.  He didn’t look frightened about what might happened next.

And I couldn’t help the small amount of hope that popped up thinking that he actually looked happy.

I kissed him again before I left for work, and that was probably a bad idea because it just made me want more.  Which of course only made my day go even slower. 

Humming, I pulled the keys out of my pocket as I made it to the door.  I couldn’t stop the smile that crossed my face the closer I came to it.  Will Loki be as happy to see me as I am to see him?  

That all stopped the moment I saw the door.  It was slightly ajar, with scratches around the lock.

            My heart in my throat, I hurried inside.  “Loki?”  I looked around the room; nothing seems to be out of place.  “Loki?”  I said his name louder, hoping this was all a miss understanding.

            In the kitchen, I felt my heart drop.  The cleaning supplies were scattered on the floor, almost as though Loki was in the middle of cleaning and got distracted.  He wouldn’t leave them there normally.  Everything was always perfect when I got home.  What’s going on?

            “LOKI!?”  I ran to the bedroom, and saw the open closet door.  Checking inside I saw the mess.  It looked like something had been dragged out.  Or someone. 

That’s when I knew.

Buck.

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            “I see you are finally awake, boy.”  The shadow sneered at me.  “I wanted you to be awake for what happens next.”

Buck walked into the room and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to look at him.

“So you thought you could leave me?  I told you that would never happen, didn’t I?” his grip tightened as I didn’t responded.  “Answer me, boy!”

“Y-yes, you said never.” I don’t know what to do.  I just need to keep his temper down until I can think of something.  If he gets too angry then I am doomed.

“That’s right, never,” He shoved me backwards causing me to crash into the wall behind me.  “You are always going to be mine, no one else’s.  That dick may have won you from me, but he can never have you.” 

My heart dropped, knowing that he was right.  It was stupid of me to ever feel I could have more.  To ever think that I could be happy with TK. I was and always will be alone and miserable.  Property to those who use me. 

Two of Buck’s cronies came in the door; I couldn’t tell if they were the same as before.  Buck signaled to them.  They each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me to my feet.  Keeping a secure hold on me; they brought me to face Buck.

“I’ll teach you to ever leave me again.”

“But it wasn’t my fault, you bet me in the game.  I didn’t run away.”  His hand pulled back and struck, the sting to my face reminded me to keep my mouth shut. 

“Talking back to me, boy!? Looks like I am going to have to teach you how to behave all over again.” 

Buck then struck me in the face again but this time it was his fist.  I tasted the blood in my mouth, but I knew to stay quite.  He wanted me to make a noise, to struggle, anything to require more punishment. 

I wasn’t with TK long enough to forget how it used to be. 

Buck punched again, hitting me in my lower stomach.  He knocked the wind right out of me.  I gasped and felt myself slouch uncontrollably.  Then I felt one of the lackeys knee me in the back and pull me up straight again. 

Buck grabbed my face, spitting at me as he said.  “You are going to regret every second you spent away from me boy.”

I could feel my heart breaking.  No, I don’t want anything to tarnish my time with TK!  Why does he have to do this?  Why couldn’t I stay with the man that was making me happy for once?

A tear slipped from my eye as Buck and his men taught me that happiness was never going to happen for me.

Chapter Nine

[only one more part after this and then this story is done, it’ll be a bit naughty, so if you don’t like that then you probably should just end it here,  Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! May<3]

Chapter Nine

I hope I make it to Loki in time.

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Pain. Everywhere. Radiating from the center of my being.  It’s hard to breath.  I can hardly even move. 

After Buck and his men got finished ‘teaching me a lesson,’ as they called it, I was shoved into a corner of that dark room.  They left thankfully, but locked the door behind them, trapping me inside.

I miss him.  It’s only been a few hours, not even a full day.  This is going to be hard, to forget how my life could have been.  It’s not like I have been away from this life very long, but just a few days was enough. Stupid.  So stupid of me to let my guard down. 

How many times did Buck tell me I would never leave him?  Every time I even thought of running, he would tell me he’d find me. Why would I ever believe this time was different?

It wasn’t, he found me, and for the next few months I’ll be punished.  For something I didn’t even do, too.  Buck was the one who bet me and lost.  How was that my fault?  But to Buck, it was completely my fault, so there is no use trying to defend myself.  As I learned earlier, and knew before, Buck was always right. Never question it or talk back.  It only leads to more punishment.

I’ll have to remind myself of all the rules.  I know them by heart, but those few days of peace must have softened my brain.

TK.  I sighed.  Why can’t I stop thinking about him?  I manage to distract myself, but he always pops up again.  I miss him. I think I …..

I laughed, it sounded hysterical even to me.  My chest hurts, but this time not from the beatings.  It hurt because of my realization.

I think I loved him.  Love him.

The tears started to flood my eyes, raining down my face and on to my chest.

Why?! Why did I have to be put through all of this?  What was the point?

I heard footsteps outside of the door.  Normally my heart would start to race, fearing what’s next, but for some reason, I just didn’t care.  I feel numb.

The door clicked opened, revealing a shadow in the light once again.  I knew what was going to happen.  But still, I felt nothing.  The shadow moved forward into the room, approaching the form that was me on the floor.

The shadow reached for me, pulling me roughly from the floor. Pushing me into the wall, the shadow spoke.

“I’ve been waiting days for this, boy.”

My arms hung loosely at my sides.  I don’t feel like fighting.  I just didn’t care anymore.  That lifeless, non flinching person I tried to be before was finally there.  I did not even have to pretend or put on a face.

My hope was gone.  I finally found love only to have it ripped away.  There was nothing left for me.

Buck grabbed my chin in a tight grip forcing me to look in his direction.  Staring at him with dead eyes, I waited to hear what he wanted my attention for.

“What should I use you for? Hmm…How about I make you suck me?  Or maybe I put that tight ass of yours too work.  Claim it once again as mine.  Who knows what you let that fucker do with you.”

With the mention of TK, even if it was a harsh remark, my heart fluttered.  So I wasn’t completely dead inside.  The thought of TK still could stir something.  But that probably won’t last long.  Once my body and mind realize it will never have TK again, I will become that shell I’ve always hoped for.

Buck shoved me to my knees.  Apparently deciding what he wanted from me.  He gripped my hair tightly, keeping me still, as he started to undo his pants. 

There was a commotion outside, but I didn’t care and Buck didn’t seem to notice.  But as Buck was lowering his zipper the noise got louder, and closer.

“What the FUCK?!”Buck is never one to be interrupted.  He shoved my head back in anger causing it to hit the wall hard.  Howard stomped his way out of the room.

“What the hell is going on?!”  His voice boomed.  “How the….”  Buck started backing into the room again.  He seemed scares, which caught my attention.  I’ve only seen him like that once. 

“Where is he?” a deep voice demanded. 

My heart skipped a beat.  It can’t be. Then he appeared before my eyes.  It has to be a hallucination.  I hit my head off the wall pretty hard.  Standing in the doorway was the man of my dreams, the one man I’ve ever loved. TK.

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I may not be a very vain person but even I know I am stronger then every one of Buck’s men.  Storming trough the house, I beat down every one of them that got in my way.  Those that were still conscious I forced to point me towards Loki. 

Now I was standing in a dark room glaring at the person who took him away from me.  Buck Howard looked frightened. Good. He should be.

I grabbed his shirt collar, jerking him towards me.

“You think you’re tough shit, don’t you, Buck?”  I spat.  “Think no one can touch you.  But I’ve got news, Howard.  You’ve never met me.”

I pulled my fist back and struck, landing a perfect hit to his jaw.  I heard the crack and grinned.  A knee to the gut sent him down and then I sent my foot into his side.  Before he could face plant I pulled him up by his shirt, enough to crack him in the side of his head again.  He fell limp then, must have knocked him out.  My rage was in full swing as I went to hit him some more to release it.  That’s when I heard it, the voice to calm my storm. 

“TK, no, stop.”  I turned towards the voice, feeling the tension leave my body when I saw he was alive. 

“Loki.”  I said in a strangled voice as I dropped to my knees in front of him.  My hands hovering above him, wanting to check for injuries but too afraid I might hurt him.

His hand caressed my cheek as he smiled, looking at me in disbelief. 

“Let’s go home.”  He said.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

We were home.  Home.  I haven’t used that word in a very long time.  But it is true, I feel comfort here, I feel like this is where I belong.  Here, with TK. 

“Loki?” 

I looked towards the man who changed my life.  Heart in my eyes, I go to him hoping he’ll keep me forever.  And scared to death that he won’t.

“Y-yes?” 

How do you tell someone you love them when you aren’t sure if they feel the same way? But he has to feel the same; he can to save me right?  What if he just wanted me back because he owns me, like Buck?  I don’t think my heart could take that.

I felt my face fall with that thought, and with slumping shoulders I went to him.

“Loki, what’s wrong?  Do you not want to be here?”

 He looks concerned, that’s something, right?

“I’m fine.”  I hope he believes me, I don’t want to risk being thrown out or punished.  Well, I mean not punished, it is still TK, the man I love.  He didn’t change that much in the little time I was with Buck. He won’t be cruel.

He raised his hand, brushing back the hairs on my forehead.  “Loki, you have nothing to worry about now.  You are where you belong.  Home, with me.” He said the words softly, and the look in his eyes told me there was no hate here, no punishments.  It gave me the courage to say what I wanted him to know.

“TK,” I could only whisper, the force of need, nerves and still a little fear of rejection making it difficult to speak. “TK, I t-think,”  I swallowed as my low voice caused him to lean closer to me.  “I k-know….. I love you.”  It finally just rushed out of me, needing to be free.

            When the smile broke his worried looked, I felt relieved.  No anger there.

            “Really?”  His grin was almost shy, so handsome.  At my nod he spoke again, “That’s good, because Lokhart Jones, I love you, too.”

            He loves me too.  My heart swelled, I couldn’t help the tears of joy that escaped.

I reached for my savior, the one person that has brought me happiness in so many years.  Grabbing the back of his head, I pulled him towards me.  The look of shock in his eyes quickly changed to one of heat as our lips met.  I leaned forward swinging my leg over his lap, straddling him.  It was a little fast, I know but I just wanted to be closer to him, I just couldn’t get close enough.

Our tongues meet, slides along each other.  This kiss was so much deeper, so much more powerful than any before.  It was filled with love, and need.  

TK’s hands rested at my hips, then slowly began to inch upwards, skimming across my sides.  The caress caused me to moan and arch forwards.  When I arched, my lower half ground itself into his lap, pushing the show of his arousal tight to my bottom.  I moaned louder, it never felt like this before, nothing felt like this even before Buck.  I have never wanted it before, just accepted it or expected it. 

Amazing. 

His hands worked their way back down my back, pushing me closer to his chest.  With hard muscle at my front and his hands moving, I was in total bliss.  Then his hands moved under my shirt causing me to gasp and then shiver in need.  So different, so good.

“Let me love you, Loki.”

“Yes.”

“Let me love you forever.”

“Always.”

With that I let my hands start to wander for the first time.  To feel every part of him possible.  I want to absorb every detail of his body I could.  Starting with his neck and shoulders, I caressed his body slowly, removing clothes as I went, enjoying this new thrill.  To touch something to precious to me, that I loved, was euphoric.  He was so soft in places, but still like steel in others.  Tensing as my hands moved over him.

When I got to the part I had been waiting for, nerves consumed me, but also excitement.  This was it.  I lowered myself to the floor in front of him, sliding my hands down his chest as I went.  The shiver it caused only helped to excite me more, pushing some of the nerves back.  Reaching for the opening of his jeans, I released him from his prison. 

Glorious.

TK let out a hiss as I caressed his newly freed member.  I stole a quick glance as his face and saw utter pleasure contorting his features.  His eyes squeezed shut, trying to control his raging lust. 

When I began to move my hand slowly working him, he stopped me, groaning.

“No, Loki, I want this time to be about you not me.” About me?  It’s never been about me before.

With that he picked me up off the floor and brought me into the bedroom.  Placing me on my feet next to the bed, he slowly began the same torture I inflicted on him.  With such gentleness and care in his hands, my heart constricted.  This is what it is like to have someone to care for you, not just want you. 

I was in such a daze when he finished undressing my I barely felt him lower me to the mattress.  He moved over me settling himself so that we touched but I felt none of his weight.  He kissed me softly as has hand made a slow, torturing journey south.  I couldn’t keep in the noises of my pleasure.  But I don’t think he minded.  For every noise I made caused him to kiss just a bit more. 

When TK finally reached what I have been waiting for, nothing could help the shout of triumph escaping from me.  Seeing the grin on his face told me that was exactly what he wanted from me.  He started to stroke me slowly, but I couldn’t stand it.  I writhed under him, trying for just a little faster.  Then pleading and begging him to give what I wanted.  And he did.

All of my activity caused him to move faster and groan himself.  I felt his own need leaking beside me, pushing into my thigh.  I reached for him again, but this time he won’t dare stop my hand.  We stroked and moved together as one.  Each hoping for the others pleasure, but not afraid to work for our own.

With a final thrust and squeeze we each came, panting and shouting the ecstasy.  Lying in a sweating pile, tangled together, I couldn’t help the grin that broke free.  Nothing has ever compared to that.  A glance at TK told me he felt the same.  It must be the love that changes it.

“I love you, Loki.”  TK whispered softly into my ear.

I grabbed his hand and brought it to my chest, “You’ve won my heart, Travis Klive Hammel, and I will love you forever.”

[ this is it guys!  thank you so much for reading my story!  I hope you liked it!  Feel free to make comments and suggestions about this story or any others!  May<3]