As my collar was removed, a small whimper escaped my lips.
My master had found another younger, sweeter boy.
I hated him.
I’d introduced my cousin to my master and now he was taking my place.
I had nowhere to go except back to my family home in La Push—to go back to a life of cleaning and caring for my father, and for what? At least with my master I had been rewarded for my good work. He was always particular how he wanted things to be. I’d to teach Seth how to do my job and how to please my master. I still believed only I could do these jobs so well.
I hadn’t moved from where I knelt. Our last session was one I would never forget. It wasn’t until he removed the blindfold that I saw my cousin kneeling in the corner, his head bowed, ready and waiting to take my place.
“Jacob.” A large hand squeezed my shoulder and I looked up into the eyes of my now former master one last time. “Be brave. You will find another master soon. I have given you a good letter of recommendation. Remember to be good for your new master and show him how well I trained you”
The Dom stepped back, picked up my collar and put it in the safe, along with others from former subs he’d had over the years. I had been his longest. For two years I had pleased my master.
“Goodbye.” That was it. I was no longer wanted. No longer did I have a master.
I stood on shaky legs, picked up my clothes, and slowly got dressed. My master’s attention was now on him. His collar was beautiful. His was gold, whereas mine had been silver. Was that a sign I would only ever be second best?
“Thank you, Master. It’s been an honor,” I whispered as I turned and left the dungeon for the very last time. Not that he heard me, his attention on his new submissive.
I picked up my single bag and phone. I needed to get to the airport and be on the next flight home as ordered.
The flight was long and tiring. The whole time the tears flowed. The steward asked repeatedly if I was okay. I ignored him.
I wasn’t okay.
I was lost.
I was no one.
Just before we landed, I washed my face. I wouldn’t let my weakness show to my best friend. Embry hated my lifestyle. He didn’t understand it, just like so many others. No matter how hard I tried to explain, he only saw the pain—not the love a master gives to his sub.
Embry was waiting for me at the gates. His lover behind him, hands protectively around Embry’s waist. As soon as he saw me coming, he gave a squeal. He ran from his lover’s arms, and threw his arms around my shoulders, pulling me into a tight embrace. I held in the hiss when his hands pressed against my still sensitive back caused by my last session.
“Darlin’, let the man breathe.” The blonde man chuckled, pulling his lover back into his protective arms. I gave a silent thank you. Jasper knew how it worked and could sense my pain. “Jacob, welcome home.” He smiled and went to pick up my bag. I pulled it from his grasp. I was quite capable of carrying my own things.
“Thank you, Jasper.” I offered him a small smile.
I couldn’t say it was good to be home. The chances of me finding a new master were next to nothing. Even finding a lover would be difficult unless I went back to Sam—something I knew wouldn’t happen. Sam had met a girl and they were soon to be married. Embry often cracked the joke that I made him straight.
“Everyone is excited you’re back, Jake. We’re going to have a bonfire in your honor,” Embry said, leading the way to the exit.
Jasper put his hand on the small of my back, but I shook my head, and he gave a nod. He may not be my master, but I needed to follow. I couldn’t lead. Embry turned, and came back and joined me, letting the older man lead us out.
My best friend kept the chatter up the whole way back to La Push. “We will pick you up at 8pm, okay,” Embry said, turning in his seat. “Can’t wait for you to meet Edward and Emmett. They are the new guys in town,” he said, fanning his face with his hand.
The front door of my family home opened and my father wheeled himself out.
After thanking Jasper for the ride home, I got out and raced to my father, falling to my knees and sobbing into his shoulder. My father accepted me for being me. He never liked my old master, even his name could not be uttered in front of him. My father refused to acknowledge him and so I had not seen him for nearly two years.
“My son.” He cried into my hair.
“Daddy,” I sobbed.
I wasn’t really in the mood to socialize, but my friends refused to leave me wallowing in self-pity. I decided to try and enjoy myself. With a few drinks in me, I would be fine. I had not been allowed to drink alcohol when I was with Carlisle. But that was then and this was now.
He didn’t want me anymore.
I missed him. So many times I’d picked up the phone to just listen to his voice. But that was not allowed.
Embry came and dragged me over to our old school friends. Jasper hovered in the background, keeping an eye on his lover. It was great catching up with everyone including my first crush, Bella Swan. We were three when we made mud pies. Giving me a hug, she kept her hand on my chest. Her expression never changed, but I could tell she was happy to see me, too.
“Hey, Jake,” a woman’s voice said behind me. I closed my eyes and turned around to face my cousin. “How are you?” she asked as though nothing had happened. As though nothing had changed in my life because of her brother.
“Leah.” I nodded before turning around. “Let’s go for a walk, Bells.” I pulled her with me, making her trip over her own feet. Chuckling, I picked her up and dusted the dirt off her butt, making her slap at my hand. “Seriously, Bells, you’re worried I’m touching your butt?”
“No, I just don’t want those guys getting the wrong idea.” She gave a wink and took my hand. “You know you’re still beautiful, Jake.” She giggled as we once again headed towards the beach.
“You still need glasses.” I swooped her up in my arms and raced to the beach, only putting her down as we got near the outgoing tide. “So, what’s new?” I asked. I had missed so much. Dad didn’t really say much about anyone other than his friends.
“Let’s see. Jessica and Mike have two kids.” She pulled a face. “Eric and Angela are now living in London. Um oh, you should meet the newbies.” She sighed. “They are very private, though. They have bought a house and both work from home as far as we can tell. But doing what we don’t know. They come to town to eat once a week and get supplies. Other than that, we know nothing.” She pouted.
“So, why would I want to meet them, Bells? I have enough friends.” I sighed, taking her hand as we walked down the beach. For a couple of hours, I forgot how miserable I was as Bella kept up her light chatter.
When we got back to the bonfire, I saw the newbies talking to Jasper. His arms were wrapped around Embry, almost hiding him in his side. Embry spotted me and gave a wave. The two men they were talking to turned around. God, they were both stunning. I understood why Bella was keen on them.
“Jake, come and meet Edward and Emmett,” Jasper called. I walked slowly towards them after Bella told me she would see my later. Kissing my cheek, she took off after her friends who were ready to leave. Both men were looking at me as though I was a piece of meat. I knew they were Doms—their body language screamed at me. I quickly lowered my eyes out of habit.
“Hello, beautiful,” the big one said, coming towards me.
I kept my eyes lowered like a good sub I was. “Hello,” I whispered. I risked looking up.
The man had a smile on his face giving him a dimple.
“Where is your master?” the other asked. He put his finger under my chin so my eyes were on his face.
“I was dismissed,” I admitted.
I hated that word. Dismissed. That is how he told me he no longer wanted me.
Seth came to visit me for a week after begging to come to check out the college. I regretted letting him come. The moment my master saw the sweet innocent boy, he all but claimed him right there and then. Seth didn’t take long to start acting the part of a submissive. He had been interested in being a submissive since I first told him about it. I even told my master, hoping he would be able to introduce Seth to a kind master. Little did I know he was going to take him on as his own and Seth would agree.
“Are you looking for a new master, boy?” the bigger one asked. I gave a nod, not having permission to speak. “Come around tomorrow at noon and we can see how things go. If you have a letter, bring it,” he ordered.
“Jacob, forgive Emmett. He is jumpy. Our last sub left us to attend college without a word to us.” The man lifted my chin. “You going to college, boy?” he asked.
“No, sir,” I admitted. I was never a scholar.
“Very well. Tomorrow at noon.” With that, he was gone. I didn’t know where they lived or how I would get there.
“Sir,” I called. The man turned around.
“You will find us if you want to,” was all he said, as though reading my mind.
“Jake, you can’t seriously be thinking of going there alone?” Embry asked, stepping towards me the moment they left. “Jasper just told me what they are.” He looked over as the two men got into a Jeep.
“Embry, you don’t understand. They won’t hurt me. They just want to talk.” I sighed. He would never understand my lifestyle. I tried many times to explain to him that it wasn’t about the pain. It was the giving myself over to them.
“Well, I don’t like it. There are two of them and one of you. Maybe Jasper could go with you?”
“Baby, it’s fine. We know where he is going. Emmett and Edward are good guys.” Jasper sighed. “But promise me, Jake, to ring us the moment you get home,” the blonde man said, patting my back.
“Promise.” I smiled at Jasper. At least he understood how things worked better than Embry. If Jasper said they were good guys, I believed him. What’s the worse that could happen? That neither of them wanted me as their sub. It’s not as though I wasn’t used to rejection.
I couldn’t wait for tomorrow. I had a good feeling about them. I wondered who would pick me, or in fact, who I would pick if given the chance. I needed to get home to prepare myself for our meeting. Noon didn’t give me much time to get into the right headspace. I knew I would be checked over and I needed to shave every single part of my body.
The following day, I stood outside the beautiful home I was directed to by Jasper. Taking a deep breath, with my documents in hand, I went to knock on the door only for it to be opened before I could. “Jacob, thank you for coming,” Edward said, stepping aside and waving me in.
“I hope I’m not too early,” I said, knowing that I was ten minutes earlier than the agreed time.
“No, it’s fine. We were ready to break for lunch. Come on. Emmett is in the kitchen, making pasta. I hope you’re hungry.” He put his hand on the small of my back and led me to the kitchen.
Emmett’s big frame was facing the window as he worked. Wearing a tight tee shirt, I could see he was huge compared to even myself. When he heard us, he turned around and gave a smile, his dimple once again showing.
“Hello, Jacob,” he said, wiping his hands. Coming over, he took mine in his and gave it a firm shake.
“Hello.” I smiled. I was just Jacob now, not a sub. I was their equal until we talked and we agreed.
“Why don’t you take a seat? Lunch won’t be long then we can talk. Edward, why don’t you make us all a drink. I think I have finished for the day.” Emmett turned around, his attention back to his cooking.
“Of course, Ems. Jacob, would you like wine?” he asked me, going to the wine rack and pulling out a red wine.
“No, thanks. Not my thing,” I admitted.
“Maybe we could change your mind. This goes so well with Emmett’s pasta.” He poured three glasses and pushed one towards me. He handed Emmett one and received a light kiss from him. I smelt the wine and it really did smell horrible, but I took a sip to be polite. It certainly tasted better than it smelt, but give me a beer any day.
“Give the boy a beer.” Emmett chuckled. “He tries to educate everyone he meets. Don’t you, Edward?” The man shook his head, taking a drink of his wine and smacking his lips together.
Lunch was fantastic. They asked questions about my life and growing up, and I answered as best as possible.
When the table was clear, Edward brought out a folder and placed it in front of me. I gave them mine. If things went well, I would take it away with me and read through the documents as well as the contract, which we would have then negotiate, having things we liked and disliked added or deleted.
“So, Jacob, let us tell you a bit about us,” Edward said, taking Emmett’s hand in his. “We are both looking for a submissive. But we want to share just one.” He looked at my face for a reaction. I had never met a threesome, but knew of them. Normally, it was two submissives and one Dom, however.
“Edward used to be my sub. But he outgrew me and now he is a Dom. He was trained by myself and I was trained by a man called Aro.” He smiled. I raised an eyebrow. I knew of Aro. Who didn’t? He was the one who people wanted to be trained by. My old master had not been, though. He thought himself good enough and came straight into it, having never been a submissive himself.
“You don’t seem concerned that we would both want you.” Edward smiled at me.
“Why would I? It sounds fun, to be honest.” I licked my lips. “Will it be together or as a threesome?” I asked.
“Both. It depends. Sometimes Edward may decided to join you, though.” Emmett gave Edward’s hand a light squeeze. “What you have to understand about us, Jake, is that we are in love, and if you like us and decided to accept us, we would want you to be part of our family and grow to love one another. It won’t always be in the playroom,” he said.
“Have you any questions?”
“I don’t think so. Can I see the room?” I asked.
“Of course. Up the stairs and to your right. We will join you soon. Have a look around, touch and feel whatever you want,” Edward said. “There is somewhere to place your clothes outside.” He stood and came to me, putting his hand on my cheek. “I’m looking forward to playing, Jake.” He smiled and swatted my ass lightly, letting me go up the stairs alone.
Excitement ran through me with the thought of two masters.
I stood at the door taking deep breaths.
Nothing would happen today, but I needed to steady my nerves.
I stripped my clothes and place them neatly on the shelf just outside the door. Licking my lips, I opened the door.
Just like any well-planned playroom, it was sterile and tidy. The bondage bench was beautifully made. On one wall were the chains with cuffs that were always popular. Along with a cabinet there were whips, floggers and an assortment of other things. I ran my eye over each one and let out a breath in relief. They were not into the belted studs. That was not my thing. I liked to be able to walk away with only pink skin, nothing more. Too many of my submissive friends were scarred, and would be for life, after the way their masters had treated them so badly. I had even lost a few because they had not been able to control their need to stop. Their masters should have seen the signs, but obviously they had been so into their own heads, they forgot to take care of their subs.
“Jacob, is everything okay?” Edward asked behind me. He, too, was undressed. The two of us alone in the room.
I lowered my eyes and nodded.
“I am not your master today.” He came and lifted my chin. “Emmett will come shortly, but I thought perhaps I could show you, as a fellow sub, what we do.”
I gave a smile and let him take my hand in his.
He was well built, but slight—more lethal than anything. Unlike Emmett, who was big and brawny. “Let me show you my favorite thing,” he said, going to another cabinet and opening it. Inside was an assortment of dildos, vibrators and plugs. However, he left them and picked up a feather. “This is the killer for me.” He ran it through his long, nimble fingers, giving a sigh. “But, Jake, tell me what is yours?” He placed the feather back down delicately and looked at me.
I went and pointed to the candles, along with the nipple clamps. My head was still in sub mode with him in here with me. “Nice. I look forward to using them with you.” He smiled. He went to take a flogger off the wall, but thought better of it. We would not choose what would be used. It was not for us to say. However, he now knew something that Emmett didn’t. He knew what I preferred. It was only then that I saw the collar on his neck that was not there before. He smiled and touched his collar. “If you choose us, we will get you your own. We found the perfect store in Seattle,” he said.
Suddenly lowering his eyes, Edward grabbed my hand and pulled me down to my knees beside him.
“What a beautiful sight I see before me, boy,” Emmett said, coming towards us. I could only see his shoe covered feet. “Does the pup please you, boy? You may speak,” he told Edward.
“Very much so, master,” he whispered, his voice sweet to my ears.
“Pup, go to the corner,” he ordered. I crawled to the corner and knelt, my head still lowered. “Very good, pup. I see you have been trained well.”
I heard the cabinet door being closed. We must have forgotten to shut it after we finished looking at the items. “You touched the feather, boy?” Emmett’s voice was firm and he went to Edward. I was unable to see what was happening as my eyes were still on the ground.
I let out a small whimper. It was just as much my fault as it was Edward’s.
“OUT!” he shouted.
Edward got to his feet and walked to the door, quickly opening it and shutting it behind him.
“Stand, pup,” Emmett ordered.
Without lifting my eyes, I stood, my hands behind my back. Emmett came towards me, took my arm and led me to the centre of the room. As he walked around me, I could feel his eyes run over my body, making my cock ache. I knew I was at my best today and hoped he liked what he saw as much as Edward had. His hand touched my cock and ball sack, cupping it in his hand.
“Thank you, pup. You may leave,” he said, walking away from me, busying himself at the cabinet.
I walked to the door and left without turning. Dressing, I let out a deep breath and went to take my leave.
Edward was sitting at the piano, playing. Stopping, he stood and came and held my face in his hands. “You here?” He smiled, as he knew too well I was with him. He lightly pecked my lips and bid me goodbye.
Pulling out my phone, I called Embry. “I’m on my way home.” I put the folder on the seat beside me, hoping they liked me as much as I liked them
“Come for dinner. Jasper is out tonight,” my best friend said. Agreeing I would be there later that evening, I made for home.
I needed to find a job now I was home. I couldn’t expect my father to keep me on his invalid’s benefit and I didn’t want to rely on anyone that way. So, I spent my afternoon looking for jobs. I wanted to be a mechanic when I left school. However, my first job was to my master. I looked after him and the house. Rarely did I get to go out without him, and even then it was only to the store. He knew exactly how long it took me to get there and back. Once, I made the fatal mistake of stopping at a coffee shop thinking it would be nice to surprise my master with a his favorite cappuccino. The line was long and the wait longer. I came home to an angry master, who refused me anything for a week including any form of touch. He went out that night, not returning until the following afternoon. He reeked of another man and he knew it. That was my true punishment right there. Never again did I do anything on the spur of the moment.
It was obvious there was no employment in the local vicinity, which meant I might have to disappoint my father. But I decided to wait a few weeks before I looked further afield.
After making sure my father had a healthy cooked meal and taken his insulin, I headed over to Embry’s. Jasper and he had recently bought their own home on the outskirts of La Push. It was a ‘doer-upper’ and when they had enough money would do it up room by room. No surprise that the bathroom was completed first, then the kitchen. At least they were the most expensive rooms to do. Embry proudly showed me his handy work. “So what do you think of Laurel and Hardy?” he asked, just as I took a sip of my beer. My beer sprayed across the table.
“Bastard.” I chuckled as I wiped my mouth. “Laurel and Hardy? Really, are you not seeing what I am seeing?” I smirked as Embry grabbed a napkin and wiped the beer off his shirt. “More like “Colt and Porter.” I winked.
“Yeah, yeah! God, remember when we first saw them. I came the minute… Anyway what did you think of Emmett and Edward?” He became serious as he changed the subject. I gave a shrug and finished my beer. “Seriously, dude, why do you need them to spank your ass? I could do it for you.” He clapped his hands together, making that beautiful sound I love so much.
“You have, Em.” I sighed. It was no secret Embry and I had fooled around many a time. We had been the only gay couple in La Push. We lost our virginity to each other both ways. He topped first and I didn’t want to ever top after that very first time. However, we made a deal and next time I topped, but that was, and will be, the only time I topped. I was a bottom all the way. Embry had the best cock I have ever had the pleasure of having.
“Jesus, what a fucking beautiful ass. I can’t wait to sink my big fat cock into it,” Embry said one day, slapping my ass hard. I was instantly hard and he was my first love because of it. Whenever we had sex, I would beg for him to slap my ass. Sometimes he would, other times he wouldn’t. On my seventeenth birthday, he bought me handcuffs. My love for bondage began. The need to give him control over me became a release for me.
I grew up faster than I should have, looking after my father when he became wheelchair bound, and with my sisters leaving and not giving a flying fuck what happened to my father and me. I did everything; from the shopping to cooking and cleaning. I could forget everything when cuffed and letting him control everything. Of course, he never knew, but I started looking into the lifestyle because of him.
“Embry, I don’t expect you to understand, but can you at least respect that I like my life how I have it.” I sighed.
“Sure, Jake. Look, I don’t mean to dis you. But you’re my best friend, and as such, I worry.
I love you, man,” he said, tears in his eyes.
“I love you too, Ems.” I got up and pulled him across the table.
“You so love showing off,” he growled as the empty bottles fell to the floor. “I want to ask you something,” he said, slapping me in the chest, and making me hard. The harder I held him to me, the harder he slapped at me. “Oh my God,” he said, going limp in my arms. “You fucker,” he said, not moving. He could feel my hard-on against his thigh. “Jake, please put me down.”
Pouting, I put him down. I missed what he just gave me. He put his hand on my cheek and lifted my chin with his other hand. “Sorry, Em,” I said, blushing.
“Jasper and I want you to move in with us,” he said, picking up the fallen bottles.
“Because we want to help you.” He shrugged.
“I can’t. You and Jazz need your space. I am not going to be the third wheel. Plus, I don’t want to hear him fucking your tight little ass.” I chuckled, trying to ease the tension in my friend. “Thanks, but no thanks.” I picked up my jacket.
“Jake, please,” he said, grabbing my arm.
“I know what you are doing, Embry. The answer is ‘no’,” I left without saying farewell to my best friend.
My phone was flashing when I got to the car. Cursing myself for leaving it in the car, I checked to see I had a message from an unknown number.
“Jacob, we would like to ask you on a date next Friday. If you’re interested, give us a call on this number,” Emmett said, his voice full of sexiness.
I was interested, very interested, and wanted to ring the number straight back. I would ring tomorrow because the hour was late. I had checked through their documents, but there was still a call I had to make. Their last sub would be able to give me details on the real Edward and Emmett.
* Samuel Colt and Chris Porter (gay porn stars couple)
Like every other day, it was overcast and threatening to rain. I looked out of the window while sitting on my bed and talking to Peter, Edward and Emmett’s last submissive, on the phone. He was full of praise for his former masters and I could tell he held them in great respect. The conversation turned to more personal aspects of the relationship, but my father interrupted the call. After quickly thanking Peter, I hung up the phone.
“Jake, you have a visitor,” my father called from the kitchen.
“Coming!” Walking out, I saw Embry standing there with tearstains on his cheek. “Ems, what’s wrong?” I asked, going towards him.
“Can we talk privately?” he asked.
“Sure. Come on. We can go for a walk.” I grabbed my jacket and told Dad I wouldn’t be long.
We walked down to the beach. Embry took my hand and pulled me to the sand.
“Leah got a phone call. Seth has been beaten up. Jesus, Jacob, that bastard hurt Seth because he hadn’t cleaned the toilet correctly. What kind of sick fuck did you live with?” he asked.
“What? Wait, no! You’re mistaken. Carlisle wouldn’t do anything to Seth. He was a good master,” I said. “But Seth, is he going to be okay?” As much as I hated Seth for taking my master from me, I was not so mad that I wanted to see him hurt.
“His mom has gone to see him. He will be fine, Jake, but God, why did you leave him there? You said Carlisle never hurt you like that.” He sighed.
‘He didn’t.’ I went to say, but it would’ve been a lie. He had beaten me when I first moved in, but he always told me it was for my own good, to make me a better submissive. Not even my safeword would stop him from beating me until I could hardly breathe.
“You knew this could happen, didn’t you?” Embry yelled at me, getting up and walking away.
Scrambling to my feet, I chased after him. “Em, Seth knew what he was getting into. Master is tough, but it’s to make him a better sub,” I tried to explain.
Before I knew it, Embry hit me right under the chin.
“Fuck!” I fell to the sand holding my jaw. “YOU DON’T FUCKING GET IT!” I shouted as he walked away from me.
He turned around without stopping. “I’ve tried, Jake, but you let someone hurt Seth and for that I will never fucking forgive you.” He turned and ran down the beach.
Sitting up, I watched as my best friend disappeared—possibly out of my life. Tucking my knees under my arms, I rested my sore chin on them.
“Jacob, it’s raining,” I looked up and saw Emmett standing there, his hands on his hips, panting. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he said, sitting beside me.
“I fucked up.” I turned my head away from him and wished I was with Embry.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked.
I looked at him to see if he was serious.
He lifted his eyebrow and smiled. “I’m a good listener.”
I didn’t know where to start, plus it was really beginning to rain.
“Come on. Let’s get a coffee,” he said, standing up, and pulling me with him.
We jogged to the car park and jumped into his Jeep. Emmett grabbed a towel from the back and quickly dried his hair before passing it to me. He turned the engine on and switched on the heater.
We drove to Forks and headed into the cafe where we both ordered coffee. The waitress was flirting openly with both of us. We just let her have her fun, with Emmett flirting back.
Once our coffee was in front of us, he rested his forearms on the table, his large hands around the cup. “So, what doesn’t your friend get?” he asked.
I took a deep breath. Did I really want to tell him? Would he and Edward think less of me, like my best friend did? “My cousin, Seth, has been beaten and is in hospital. My old master did it to him,” I admitted, looking at his face for any sign of disgust with me.
Emmett let out a deep breath. “Did he used to beat you?”
“Not recently. He only did it at the beginning to teach me right from wrong.” I licked my lips. “I thought he had changed,” I said, feeling foolish for thinking that. He would never change and I damn well knew it. I had grown bigger and stronger and perhaps he was fearful of my strength.
“So, what you going to do about it, Jacob?” he asked.
“How do you mean?”
“You’re going to let your old master go and hurt others?” he said, banging his hand on the table, making everything rattle. All eyes turned to us.
I whimpered and cowered. “I’m sorry,” I said, getting up and throwing money on the table before making a hasty retreat out of the cafe. I started jogging for home, only for Bella to stop as she drove past.
“How much?” She giggled as she let me jump in. One look at my face and she stopped. “Jake, everything okay?”
“No, can we not talk about it?” I asked.
“Sure. You’re soaked. Let’s get you back to your place,” she said as Emmett drove past without a backwards glance. Had I ruined my chances with him and Edward?
“Bells, can I borrow a couple hundred bucks?” I asked.
“Sure. Can I ask why?”
“I need to go deal with something in New York,” I said, looking out the window.
“You’re not going to do anything stupid, are you?” she asked.
“No, Bells. I’m going to do something I should’ve done a long time ago.” I looked at her and smiled. “Can you take me to the airport in the morning?”
She gave my hand a small squeeze and drove me home. Promising me she would book me a flight when she got home, she left as I opened the front door.
I rang the New York Police and made an appointment to see a Police officer in two days time. I then called Benjamin and asked if I could stay with him for a few days. He was a submissive who didn’t live with his master. He hated Carlisle, and when I explained the reason for my visit, he promised to come to the Police station with me.
All I had to do was call Edward and Emmett to tell them I would be out of town for a while. It was not a phone call I was looking forward to.
It was Edward who answered the call. “Jacob, what you are doing is a brave thing. Please give us a call when you get back,” he said. He hung up the phone without another word.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I tried to get an early night.
I found out which hospital Seth was in and planned to see him as soon as my flight landed. I just hoped he would forgive me for my stupidity.
I had nothing but time to think on the flight.
“You need to learn that when I tell you to do something, you do it properly the first time.” Carlisle shouted so close to me his spit hit my face.
“Sorry, Carlisle,” I sobbed. I thought the kitchen was spotless, however I had missed a spot on the floor.
He grabbed me at the back of my neck and pushed me down to the floor onto my knees. Pain shot right through my body. I yelped as his hand gripped harder, pushing my face closer to the floor.
“Lick it up, you disgusting beast.” He slammed my face to the floor. I heard my nose crack and blood pooled on the floor. “I said, lick it up.” He continued to slam my face down on the floor. I tried to keep awake, but failed.
When I woke up, I was in a different room. Looking around, I saw a man in a white coat.
“You’re finally awake,” he stated as he came over and took my wrist in his hand. “Your nose job will be perfect.” He smiled, dropping my hand and walking away.
I lifted my hand to my face. My nose was bandaged and very sore.
“Don’t touch it, boy,” he growled before walking out.
“Jake!” Carlisle voice woke me from my sleep. “I’m sorry it led to me hurting you, but you must learn. I expect nothing less than perfect,” he said.
“I didn’t see it,” I tried to explain. I had honestly missed the spot.
“Only talk when spoken to. I don’t want excuses,” he said, gripping my shoulder hard.
I screamed, but his large hand smothered my mouth.
“Keep your mouth shut, you stupid boy,” he growled.
I nodded, too fearful to argue. I had only been with him a week. This was not part of the deal. I was supposed to be his submissive in the playroom only. The rest of the time, I was his friend, his lover. Yet, I was nothing more than his slave.
I felt tears welling up in my eyes and tried to fight them back. “New rules when we get home. You will walk out of here thanking Master Demetri,” he said, pulling me up.
My head was still spinning from the drugs they had given me. I couldn’t help myself. When I stood on my feet, I vomited all over the floor and his shoes. It earned me another round of punches to my head.
“Song!” I yelled. “SONG!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as I fell to the ground—this time, a foot to my stomach.
“You little cunt.” He spat on my face.
“Jesus, Carlisle, the boy has had enough for one day,” someone said, pulling him away from me.
I again went into darkness. This time with the smell of vomit that was now covering my face.
The next time I woke, I was in the guest bedroom in Carlisle’s apartment.
“Hello, Jake, how are you feeling?” Carlisle walked towards me. I went to move, but I was too sore. “You had a terrible tumble down the stairs,” he said, looking over his shoulder at a woman who was wearing a white uniform.
“Yes, Carlisle,” I whispered. He gave my hand a gentle pat.
“Good boy, now rest.” He left me alone with the nurse. It took me three weeks to recover, and even then, I was tender. However, it didn’t stop Carlisle wanting me in the playroom.
“Excuse me, sir. We are about to land. If you could put your seatbelt on,” the steward said, giving my shoulder a shake.
When I arrived in New York, I went straight to the hospital. Seth was in a ward and I had no problems getting into see him. Sue was asleep on the chair. I took Seth’s hand in mine and gave it a gentle squeeze. He opened his swollen eyes as much as he could. Carlisle had done a number on him. Never had he taken me anywhere but to the same doctor who fixed me up and sent me back to Carlisle. Why had he let Seth go?
“Jake,” he groaned. I pressed his hand to my lips.
“I’m sorry, Seth. I’m so fucking sorry,” I sobbed.
“Master, where is master?” Seth asked.
“I don’t know. Did he do this to you?” I asked.
“No, he is a good master,” he said, but turned his head when he said it. Seth had never been one to lie. He sucked at it since we were children. I could always tell when he was lying.
“Seth, please, he is a bad master,” I said.
“NO! Good,” he sobbed.
“Leave my son alone, Jacob,” Sue said, waking up at her distressed son’s voice.
“Forgive me, Sue. I’m going to the Police to report Carlisle.” I looked at my stressed cousin before giving his hand one more gentle squeeze.
“Get out,” Seth said. “Get out,” he sobbed.
Sue pushed the buzzer and a nurse came in.
“I think perhaps it would be better that you leave,” the nurse said.
“He will pay for this.”
Nobody said it was going to be easy.
The officer didn’t seem particularly interested in my complaint. Benjamin asked if we could see another officer.
When the officer left, Ben took my hand to try and stop the bouncing of my leg. “You can do this, Jake. Go into your space,” he said, smiling at me.
I shook my head. I couldn’t go there. Not here.
I needed to focus on remembering the pain of the beatings. I was not talking about in the playroom. In there, I was safer than I was anywhere else with Carlisle. Only once had he turned aggressive. Today I still wore the welt mark of the buckle on my inner thigh. The moment he did it, he snapped out of his anger and removed the restraints. He cradled me in his arms as I came out of my subspace. That was the last time he beat me in real life. Although, the verbal abuse, name-calling and put downs don’t leave physical marks, they leave mental scars. Just like physical ones, they will never go away.
How he went from white collar to blue collar, I never knew. I guessed that is something else I needed to explain. There are two types of Doms. There are the white collar, who are normally wealthy doms. They like to have physical control. The more toys the happier they are. As for the blue collar Doms, well, they are more mentally aggressive. Of course, they like to have physical dominance as well, but the verbal abuse is less than pleasant. I would never have a blue collar Dom. Funny when you think about it, Doms are given names of different collars.
“Mr Black, my name is Detective Alex White. I have been asked to conduct this interview.” He smiled as he sat down across from me.
“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.” I looked at Benjamin, who took my hand in his.
“Forgive my colleague. He doesn’t understand the lifestyle that some of us choose.” He opened the file and began to read it. I looked over at him and realised I’d seen him at the club Carlisle had taken me to. It was owned by a wealthy Dom. He had opened a club where you could find either a Dom or a sub, but mainly it was for Doms to find themselves a willing sub already looking for a Dom.
Alex looked up at me and smiled. “Jacob, what you are doing is a good thing. It’s people like you who can help to make the lifestyle safer.” He closed the file and entwined his hands together.
“You’re a Dom,” I whispered.
Closing his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Mr Black, or may I call you Jacob?”
He gave a smile and nodded. “In here, we are equal. I leave that at home where it belongs.”
“What will happen to my old master?” I asked.
“Depends on how much you tell us and any evidence you have.”
“My cousin is lying in a hospital bed, beaten to a bloody pulp. What more evidence do you need?” I growled. I heard Benjamin whimper and he gripped my hand firmly. “He almost killed me and he will keep doing it if someone doesn’t stop him.”
Six hours later, Benjamin helped me to his car. I was totally spent after reliving the horrors of the last two years of my life. Looking back now, I was a fool and should’ve left the first time he beat me.
As I sat in the car, I heard the detective call out to Benjamin. Shutting the door behind me, he went towards the detective. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but the body language was clear. I couldn’t help but smile before closing my eyes. The day had been long and painful. They were going to call Carlisle in for questioning as soon as possible. I couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t arrest him straight away and throw away the key.
“Do you think Seth will talk?”
I looked over at my friend and shook my head. Seth was scared of Carlisle. I knew the feeling. Even though he was no longer my master, he instilled the fear of God into me.
It was on my third trip to be fixed after a beating from Carlisle that Aro decided he needed paying. Not with money, but rather, my ass. When I woke up again in his surgery room, I found myself on my stomach, my hands cuffed to the bed rails. The room was empty and I tried in vain to take them off. This time, my leg was in a cast because Carlisle had stomped on it. The pain was beyond anything I’d felt before. I couldn’t even remember what I had done to deserve the beating. The pain didn’t ease until he shoved pills down my throat, which made me feel like I was floating. Next thing I remember was waking up cuffed to a bed.
“Glad to see you’re awake, boy,” Carlisle said, coming towards me and turning my head toward him. “You are costing me a lot of money, boy. It’s time you earned your keep.” He roughly kissed me and stepped back, unzipping his pants. “Suck my cock, boy, and make it the best fucking blow job you have ever given me,” he ordered. His hand went and slapped my ass, making me yelp. I needed to get into my subspace, but he didn’t give me time. He pulled my hair and thrust his cock into my mouth, making me gag. “Don’t be a little cunt and take it all. You have a big enough mouth when you scream.” He again slapped my ass. I relaxed my throat trying to take him all in, but continued to gag. Every time I did, he would smack my ass. I felt another pair of hands on my hips and my lower body lifted from the bed.
“Want a hand, Master Carlisle?”
“Fuck the fucker for your pay.” He laughed as he pushed my head further into his groin. I felt my legs put into something metal and my ass spread wide. “Gotta get me one of those,” Carlisle said, slapping my ass again. He pulled his cock from my mouth, letting my head drop to the pillow. He walked to the end of the bed where I could no longer see him. “Fuck, would you look at that.”
I started breathing deeply, making my mind as clear as possible. I could not think of anything. I had to zone out to get into my subspace. Deep in my breathing, I knew I could forget the pain. I felt something shoved up my ass without any preparation. I let out a scream and tried to get the thing out of me.
“Shut up, you little bastard.” I was whipped on the back with a riding crop. I knew the feel of it anywhere. Whatever was in my ass was cold and painful. It was spreading my ass and I felt the tearing of my muscles.
“Please, stop,” I cried out as I continued to be stretched. The bed seemed to disappear from beneath me, only my chest and torso on a surface.
“If a woman can do this, then so can you,” Aro said again, stretching me. “God, I love how wide he is for me.” He laughed. Large hands started massaging my ass painfully. “You scream like a girl, so I will fuck you like a girl,” Aro said, giving my ass one last smack.
I turned my head into the pillow and slowed my breathing down as much as possible. I had to find the place I went when I needed to be in my deep subspace, to hand myself over to the pain. Clearing my mind of everything I could, I thought of my family first. They were gone. I thought of my friend, Embry, and the love I felt for him. He was gone. With each deep breath, one by one, they were leaving so that I didn’t exist. I was nothing but a shell of the man I was. I was no longer Jacob Black. I was getting into being able to take the pain that my body normally relished, desired, needed. I was nothing. My breathing remained slow and calm. My mind went blank from the pain. I still felt the pain, but it was pleasurable rather than unbearable. I was a bad boy needing to be punished. I just hoped that I would be pulled out of my space. If Carlisle had one ounce of a soul, he would bring me back because right then I was gone. I felt nothing but humiliation. There were no walls, no bed, no ceiling. Floating into nothingness my goal, my subspace.
“Jake, come back to me, honey.” I felt a small hand on my cheek. I opened my eyes as soft lips met mine. “You left me there for a while,” Benjamin said, smiling. He continued to bring me from my bad place. I let my breathing come back to normal and gave him a smile as he looked into my eyes. “Welcome back.” He gave me one last kiss and turned the ignition on. “Let’s get you home to bed.”
I am surprised and flattered by how many readers have put this story on alerts and favourites. So I thank you. I was thinking of pulling the story altogether. However, why should a few ruin it for others? I still believe a sub’s point of view should be told. Please review if you think it is worth continuing. Thanks.