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11
UNNAMED BOY
One week later
I press the rubber ducky to my chest, then pop my head out of the bubbles. I scrunch my eyes tight to prevent any soapy water from burning my corneas.
In the warehouse, they only allowed quick cold showers that barely cleaned us. By contrast, Benedetto gives me free rein of the guest bathroom and he even stocked the small cupboard under the sink with bubbles.
They smell like strawberries, which are my favorite fruit. I could sit in this bubble bath forever.
But there's something bad happening to my body…something I should resist at all costs.
"No." I let out a groan when I glance between my legs. After rubbing my eyes, I stare at my dick. "Bad dick. Go down. You're not supposed to do these things."
My cock is rock hard and sticks straight up as it rubs against my belly. It nearly comes up to my nipples while I'm sitting like this, and I can't help but chastise myself for my arousal.
There’s one reason I'm hard—and that's the reason I can’t act on my urges. Benedetto. Mysavior.
As I soak in the tub, I can't help but replay the wonderful moments of this past week in my mind. When Benedetto returns home from work, he always knocks on my door and asks if I'm okay. It's become a nightly ritual, one that I wouldn't trade for anything in this world.
He buries me in a hug and I tell him I could lose myself in his arms forever. I call him my big teddy bear, and he likes it. Then, we head to the sofa and pick an animated movie to watch.
Now, I never thought I was an animated movie sort of guy. In the warehouse, whenever they showed us movies, they were always scary horror movies with lots of blood and killing. My captors’ favorite movie was theTexas Chainsaw Massacreand they pretended to chop our heads off with chainsaws.
By stark contrast, the movies Benedetto lets me choose are fluffy and filled with love. We've watched movies about snowmen who come to life, singing queens in ice kingdoms, and even a princess with extra-long hair.
I couldn’t believe how long her hair was! Her evil stepmother didn’t let her leave her castle, but she met a handsome prince who slipped her away.
As I nibbled popcorn and cuddled with Benedetto, I couldn't help but realizehewas my knight who took me away from my hellish life. Of course, I went through a whole lot worse than the princess in the movie, but it was wonderful anyway.
"That's it." I keep picturing Benedetto’s firm arms wrapped around me, holding me tight. I sometimes feel his cock throb between his legs when I rest my head on his shoulder, but I don't mention this. It should scare me, because it always did when it happened to the men I serviced. But with Benedetto, it's different. I want to get close to him, ask him to remove his clothes. I get flustered and hard when he kisses my head, and I want to feel his lips on mine. "I can't take this anymore."
I drain the tub and pick up my towel.
* * *
What I'm doing iswrong as hell, but the heart wants what it wants. I tiptoe down the hallway until I reach his room.
"You're so fucking naughty." After placing my hand on his doorknob, I push the door open. "Those men in the warehouse fucked you up. This isn’t a normal thought."
My dick aches as I spot his giant king-sized bed. It looks so fluffy from where I'm standing, and I want to leap on his covers. Arlo tells me he sometimes bounces up and down on Constantine's bed because it makes him feel like a little kid inside.
You know what? That's exactly what I want to do. I spent years of my fucking life in a goddamn cage without a bed to call my own. If I want to leap on this bed and regain what limited elements of my childhood I have left, I'll do it. I don't care what anyone thinks.
After locking the door so Benedetto’s maid won’t bust me, I rush toward the bed. I thrust myself on it, moaning as the soft sheets brush against my skin. I slam my face in his pillow, his big, beautiful pillow, and inhale as deeply as I can.
The rich scent of orange peels floods my senses, and my body trembles with need. I let out a groan as I climb on his pillow, then rub my dick on it.
"Fuck."
I watch my engorged cock throb on his pillowcase, leaking tiny droplets of pre-cum. This never happens to me.Never. At the warehouse, I have to think sexy thoughts to get through my duties, but they don’t make me emit.
This is different. It's all too much like I stepped foot in a parallel universe and woke up in an entirely new body.
“This is so bad.” I poke the tip of my bare cock. “If Daddy came home right now, he'd bend you over his lap and spank you."
Men only spanked me as punishment in the warehouse. I hated it, and I kicked and clawed whenever they did it. But now, I crave Benedetto’s palm on my body. He can place me on his lap and swat my ass cheeks and make me scream for all I care. It’d let me know he wanted me.
