Chapter 15
Sabastian
The club was busy, and on any normal night, I’d have enjoyed the heck out of it. I’d have easily found a boy or girl to play with. All I wanted was to get out of my head for a few hours, and catering to a lonely little would have done the trick.
But there weren’t any of the normal ones that I gravitated to. I wanted a sweet, needy one. One I could hold and read a book to, then just sit and relax.
Instead, I ended up at the bar area, drinking one too many drinks and wallowing in my stupidity and then going back home within an hour.
I hadn’t bothered to watch the camera after I left the house. I didn’t want to see Oakley try to test his boundaries. I didn’t want to punish him more than I would have to already.
I did notice that he shut the bedroom door, though. And the room across the hall. I guess he didn’t want to look at the books now that he for sure couldn’t reach them.
Going into my room, I figured the boy would be fast asleep on the bed, or at least lying there waiting for me. That wasn’t the case.
Instead, he was whimpering in the corner.
“Oakley?” I called, slowly walking towards him. He didn’t move. He froze, not moving even to breathe. So, I called his name again, turning on the side lamp on my way past the side of the bed.
I kneeled, gently removing the blanket from his head. His blond hair was a sweaty mess, but he was, in fact, breathing. Barely.
His eyes clinched tight, thumb stuck in his mouth, and shaking so hard, his back rubbed against the wall he pressed himself up against.
“Oakley? Little one?”
His head shook back and forth quickly, so fast that he’d likely give himself whiplash.
“Hey, it’s okay.” I pulled the blanket down a bit more. Was he hurt? Did he do something he shouldn’t have?
All it did was make him half whimper, half sob, tears leaking from his eyes. He was nearly hyperventilating, and even in my slightly drunk state, I knew something bad had happened.
“You gotta breathe, baby. Come on.” I reached out to touch him, pulling the blanket down more off his body. Other than the sweat and sweet scent that I was starting to like, there was also piss.
Had he peed himself? Was this what it was about?
Oakley kicked a single foot out, but that motion got him tangled up in the blanket and partly in the chain that was still cuffed around him. That only made him freak out more, twisting and sobbing and mumbling around his thumb. I couldn’t make out a single word.
Fuck.
Stumbling to my feet, I swayed for a second, before walking into the closet. I grabbed a shirt as I unlocked the safe with my fingerprint. It beeped, then opened way too slowly for my liking.
Finding one of the syringes that Collin had given me for something like this, I made sure the safe was closed once again before stalking toward Oakley.
He hadn’t moved, seeming to have given up his fight with the blanket for the time being. He lay on the floor, sobbing and choking as he refused to release his hold on his thumb.
I didn’t bother to warn him about what I was going to do. He didn’t seem too aware of what was going on, or who I was. Or heck, even his surroundings.
My heart hurt seeing him like this, but it was hardened enough to not let any of that slip through my tight mask.
I was fucked, but he didn’t need to know that.
A tiny yelp escaped from his throat as I pushed the needle into his arm, quickly squirting the liquid into his body.
It took seconds for it to take effect, leaving the room quiet. Oakley’s ragged breath echoed as he sagged, his body no longer fighting the demons that haunted him.
“Poor little boy,” I sighed, brushing some hair away from his face.
His face was pale with scratch marks from his nails in places. His throat was the reddest, and I had to wonder how long he’d been panicking while I was failing at trying to get him out of my mind.
After a moment, I shook away my thoughts.
It took a bit of maneuvering, but I got the blanket pulled away, the smell of urine strong as I did so. The boy needed a shower.
After uncuffing his ankle, I debated on what to do. I couldn’t just leave him lying on the floor. Nor could I leave him lying in his filth.
Standing, thankful for the drunkenness to take a back burner this time, I wet a washcloth before going back to the boy, who didn’t move other than to breathe.
Moving the blanket aside, I undressed the boy, and wiped him down as quickly as I could, before putting yet another one of my shirts on him.
His body was limp, easy to move, as he took a drug-induced nap. Every so often, his eyes would flutter, like he was still trying to fight demons. For all I know, he was.
Picking Oakley up from the floor, I made a note to try to get him to eat more. He weighed next to nothing. I knew he was small, but I didn’t want to focus on that. Heck, I wasn’t planning to keep him for more than a few days as it was.
I was such an idiot.
Laying Oakley down on the bed, his eyes fluttered open for a single second before they closed again. He muttered something about a monster before turning to his side, sticking his thumb back into his mouth.
That thing was never going to heal at this rate, not when there was a new row of teeth marks, and a few places bleeding.
I pulled myself away from him, something in me so drawn to the boy. It wasn’t right. I was a monster, but I had limits. I didn’t mess with minors, no matter what. But my heart hurt, torn apart, at what lay before me.
I needed a stronger drink, I thought.
First, I got a new blanket, laying it over the boy.
I made sure to leave the closet light on, closing that door enough that only a sliver of the light would shine into the room.
Then, because I was either one of the stupidest people on earth right now, or just…
something that I couldn’t name, I went to the room across the hall.
The one room that had been set up for years, but never used for my little one.
Flickering the light on, and almost tripping over the pile of books that sat there in the way, I let my eyes linger on the bed. The bedding could probably use a wash again, to keep them fresh, but what was the point? No one used it. Not even the friends that came by.
It was there as an option, but never used.
Maybe, it was time to redo this room. Get rid of all the reminders of something I couldn’t have. I didn’t need someone to love.
I had my job and my club. And two hands. I didn’t need anything more.
Bypassing the storage footstool that contained toys, I went straight to the closet. There, on the top shelf, was a box filled with extra things that I’d collected over the years. Most of the stuff were gifts from friends as jokes, just like those books that Oakley seemed determined to read.
I grabbed what I was looking for, pulled the package apart, and tossed it into the trash before leaving the room. This time, I didn’t trip over the books before shutting the door.
Back in my bathroom, I found the bandages once more, then went to Oakley, who hadn’t moved. He still lay on his side, facing the side of the room I was in.
As I removed his hand from his face, a deep whine came from him. He tried to pull away, to put his thumb back where he wanted it. But then, a moment later, he gave up and let me take it.
“Shh, sweet boy. It’s okay.”
Nothing was okay. I knew that, and he probably did too.
Oakley’s nose scrunched up but settled once more. He didn’t fight me as I cleaned up his thumb, wrapping it twice this time for good measure. Once I was done, setting his hand back to the bed, he instantly went to put it back in his mouth.
When the plastic met his lips, he made another unpleased face but kept trying, smacking his lips.
My dick perked up as my thoughts wondered if he’d be willing to suck on me like he did his thumb, but I quickly shot those down.
No fucking way.
He’s a minor, I gritted to myself. Then, my thoughts were kind enough to remind me that, for few weeks he was not.
I growled, causing the boy to jerk in his sleep, trying once again to stick his thumb into his mouth.
Pulling his hand away, tucking it into the blanket to where he couldn’t get to it easily, which, given his wellbeing, wasn’t likely, he whined again.
Pulling the item from where I sat it on the side of the bed, I pressed the tip of the rubbery end into his mouth, watching, and hoping, that he’d take to it. At least until his thumb healed up.
A suck. Then another, as if even in his sleep he wasn’t sure about the new object. But after a few long seconds, Oakley settled again, sucking the pacifier.
It took me a few minutes before I was able to pull myself away. I knew, logically, that Oakley wasn’t going to go anywhere. He had nowhere to go, even if he tried to run off. Not to mention, he really wouldn’t make it far.
Three days, and he was a frightened animal. Afraid to do anything. Well, except trying to get that certain type of book. Which wasn’t in reach anymore.
But, I was still sure he was up to something, despite the deer-in-the-headlights look he’s had.