Chapter 5
Sabastian
Fuck! Double fuck!
What the hell?
This should have been easy. Make small talk, take the girl, do what I had to do, and move on.
The pictures did not do her – him – justice. Soft blond hair and dull eyes that could be bright green if the circumstances were different. Small, and perfect all over.
It was a good thing Donny was already rotting, his body cooling and dead where I left it in the kitchen.
It had been so easy to take that drug dealer out.
One that was selling my family’s drugs and keeping the profit for himself.
I wasn’t surprised he didn’t know me by face, and I didn’t give him my name.
But it’d be quick and easy to stick a needle into the back of his neck after a super small, and failed attempt, at fighting me off.
His weight didn’t help him, and he went down with a clunk moments after I pushed a lethal dose of drugs into him.
I promised my father no mess. There wasn’t blood and guts anywhere, although I’d much rather make that man suffer after finding out he’d lied.
My God.
Oakley probably wasn’t even eighteen. I couldn’t believe what I saw, but a lot of things made more sense now.
The reasons why Donny hadn’t answered many questions made me rethink my actions. The slick bastard was a liar, thief, and abuser all in one. Some people deserve to rot in hell. Heck, I was probably one of those myself. But at least I thought I was doing some good in this world.
Pulling at my hair, I huffed out a breath.
I had to pull myself together. Having a small mental breakdown overseeing a caged cock instead of a pussy shouldn’t have put me off so much. It was a surprise. But I was already torn up inside knowing what I had planned to do.
All the way home, sitting next to my new product, and even that word left a bad taste in my mouth, hadn’t sat right with me.
What I thought was a girl, a very pretty one at that, wasn’t anything like I expected.
I wasn’t sure, at that time, if I’d be able to follow through with threats or ideas of taking her, showing who was in charge.
I was in charge. Oakley hadn’t fought me at all.
Not when I cuffed her - him – to the car door or my pants.
My brother’s slave girl he picked up had fought and cursed him out.
She was a feisty thing at first. She still was, but not nearly as bad once she found out the truth of what we were trying to do.
Fighting was natural when one’s life was at stake. But Oakley didn’t fight. He simply followed, step by step. He didn’t make a sound, didn’t make any expressions about how the ground had to cut into his bare feet.
I couldn’t be sure if that was just the conditioning to a horrible life or the drugs that Donny gave him.
I couldn’t be certain what drugs were given to the poor boy. Something to keep him turned on, as he couldn’t sit still for anything in the car. He’d been wiggly, and every time he moved, the cuff around his wrist and door jiggled.
I already regretted most of my actions tonight with it came to him, and pulling hard at my hair wasn’t helping me think clearly.
I fucked up.
Taking a deep breath, I forced my strangled thoughts away. Another deep breath, and I straightened up. I had to deal with things now, as they were. The small fact that Oakley was a boy and not a girl would be something to deal with later.
Taking an extra minute to get a drink before grabbing some Advil and a bottle of water for my new roommate, I made my way back to my room.
I expected, like so many times before when I’d venture out and bring home a drugged-up guest, to find Oakley naked on the bed, passed out as the drugs took full effect.
I loathed men who thought drugging others to get sex was the way to go. I never went that far. Sure, I’d give them a release, which was what I planned to do for a girl I was trying to take care of for a night.
Now, that wasn’t going to happen.
Pausing in my door, I found Oakley lying on his side, curled up in the tightest ball one could ever be in. Their knees are drawn up to his chest, hair falling over his face, and shivers wracked him.
My gaze skimmed over the wet spot on the skirt, almost thankful that he took care of the desires that had flooded his body.
“Oakley?” Was that even his name? He didn’t move, didn’t even pause in his light breathing.
Setting the pills and water on the side table before facing him, I couldn’t help but stop again, taking him in.
His red swollen eyes were closed, thumb in his mouth as sleep took over. I couldn’t help but run my fingertips across his face once more, in awe of how soft his skin was. Pale, but so soft.
He didn’t stir, not even as I moved some hair off his face.
I had to bet he wasn’t eighteen. Maybe fifteen, at the most, with his soft features and thin frame. He had been so short standing next to me, easily a head and a half shorter than I was.
Sighing, I removed my hand before heading to the bathroom to wet a wash rag, then stopped by my closet and pulled out one of my shirts. He’d be swimming in it, but it had to be better than what he currently had on. No one wanted to wake up in cum covered clothes.
Oakley mumbled as I wiped him the best I could before I got him maneuvered enough to remove his shirt and skirt. It was challenging, as he was deadweight, lost to the world.
If I wasn’t a respectful kind of man, I could do so much damage to such a sweet boy. I could hurt him, use him, and mark him however I wanted. It was clear someone had done most, if not, all of that already in his short life.
Scars scattered across his body. A few cigarette burn scars dotted along his stomach were at least a year old, I’d have to guess. A few bruises that were fading around his ribs.
When I got to his bottom half, my shirt on him and covering most of his body, thumb back in his mouth as he twisted back to his side, I had to work to get the cock cage off.
Maybe, if this had been someone else, someone willing, that’d have been fun to explore.
But as it was, the cage wasn’t the right type for anyone, unless they wanted to be tortured.
The skin around his balls and penis was rubbed raw, with small blisters in spots that wouldn’t be fun to deal with when he was aware of what was going on.
Wiping the now chilled cloth over him, cleaning his front as much as possible, I made a mental note to get some salve tomorrow for him to use.
I gritted my teeth and held in another curse word that wanted to escape, I spotted the bright red round cheeks.
Handprints covered every inch of his ass. The finger prints were bright, leaving what looked like claw marks, or scratches. The bruising was turning a deep purple, still more red, in most areas. It flowed from the seam of where his skirt had sat, to the top of his legs.
Hell, even his crack was swollen and red as I checked for any damage. Something round, small, had been inserted into his anal. My guess was a plug, but I found nothing there now, thankfully.
After a quick wipe down, being extra mindful of how tender his skin had to be, I re-wet the rag in cooler water before laying it out across his butt, hoping it’d help give him some sort of relief before he woke up.
Through it all, Oakley hadn’t moved much, other than back to his side after I redressed him.
He was mostly skin and bones, and I knew I had a few things that would have to be changed around here for his safety and his health.
“What am I gonna do with you?” The question was more for me than him.
My plans had been to save a girl from being sold into the sex work world, where she’d be lost to the sea of men who’d use her until her heart gave up. A father selling their offspring on the black market was a hard no for me, and I technically didn’t buy Oakley. No one was getting my money.
But just looking at him, my heart was at war with what I would do. What I had planned to do.
Stepping away from him, I pulled out my phone. Bringing up my contact list, it was easy to find exactly who I needed.
If I didn’t have answers, someone else would.
I couldn’t keep this boy. The humane thing to do was get him somewhere safe, where he couldn’t be found.
“Collin. I need your help.”