Slavery, 100

“You have to actually come visit us,” Simon said to Hugh, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the floor. “Not just pretend you are.”

“I’ll actually come visit,” said Hugh, leaning on a bag. He’d packed up his clothes, the clothes Daniel had paid for, into a bag to take with him. He didn’t even need them. Apparently Cassius was going to make him stay naked for the rest of his life. Hugh even seemed excited about that. But he was bringing the clothes anyway. “You can come visit me too.”

“Yeah,” said Marcus. “We will.”

They wouldn’t. Daniel didn’t need to wait for it to happen to know that. Maybe Hugh would come visit them a few times. But Marcus and Simon weren’t going to want to go get fucked by a dragon just to see Hugh. They’d be sad about it at first, then they’d get over it.

Daniel had already gotten over it. If that was what Hugh wanted, then let him have it. Daniel was happy for him.

Slavery, 98

Daniel hummed to himself as he went back to the room, a silly song he’d made up about horses while looking at one of the huge paintings in the Master’s room. He was in a good mood because he’d been allowed to have cake after supper since he’d been such a good boy all day.

It was so easy to make the Master think he was a good boy! All Daniel had to do was do everything he said, eat what he was told and sit where he was told and go to bed when he was told and not talk back, and suck the Master’s dick when he wanted and let the Master put his dick in Daniel’s bum. It was so much easier than where he’d used to live. The Master never yelled at him or hit him and he always told Daniel he was smart and pretty and gave him desserts.

Daniel hoped he could live here forever. The Master was the nicest person he’d ever met. Way nicer than all the stupid people at the docks who’d used to laugh at Daniel and make him do chores for them but then not pay him for them. He was glad he wasn’t stuck there anymore. It was nice and warm here and the Master had promised they could have cookies with breakfast tomorrow if Daniel was good and obedient for the other boys tonight while they were babysitting him.

Slavery, 93

The play was called The Young Lord’s Awakening, and it really wasn’t Daniel’s thing, but that was okay. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying it. It was about a bratty noble boy who got kidnapped by bandits and turned into their sex slave, and he just spent the whole play getting more and more invested in being a sex slave until the big comedic moment when his father finally paid his ransom and he refused to go back home because he wouldn’t be allowed to suck cock there.

Over the course of the play various audience members had been allowed to come up and fuck the actor playing the Lord, and Daniel had to say the actor was doing a really good job at still acting his part after getting fucked so many times. Now they were at the part where the bandits had forced the Lord to go home and the poor Lord was trying desperately to find someone to fuck him.

Slavery, 92

“You can’t get pregnant on the first try, right?”

Simon asked that out of nowhere, but somehow Daniel couldn’t feel surprised. Still, it made him and Hugh both look up. Simon was on his belly, fiddling with some cards. Daniel and Hugh looked at each other. “Well, you can’t get pregnant no matter how many times you try,” said Hugh.

“Actually I heard there’s magic that can make that happen,” Daniel said, while Simon scowled. “And I guess if the wizard is doing it right, it probably does work on the first try.”

“Guys,” Simon whinged. “It took me like an hour to decide to bring this up, don’t be assholes.”

Graduation Day

Dressed in a suit that was the perfect amount of tight, Robby waited outside, tapping his fingers against his leg. He needed to get inside in a few minutes, and he couldn’t wait much longer. But he’d promised he would wait.

Hopefully this wasn’t a terrible idea. He was pretty sure it wasn’t. Even if it didn’t work out how he’d hoped, he thought it was worth at least trying. At least once.

Everyone deserved at least one second chance.