Riley Brody stood outside the door of his new masters office chewing the inside of his lip. It had only been a few weeks since his brother's failure to save him from being sold off, but he fell into a routine pretty quickly. Dare he say it actually wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be.

Judging by the way the island treated him he thought it was going to be miserable till the bitter end, but the first day he got there he was allowed four days rest, cleansing and treating of all wounds, as his new master, Master Damon, explained to him what was expected of him.

It was simple really; if he does what he's told and stays out of trouble than he could pretty much do as he pleased within the big mansion like house. Well except lessons were starting soon and that's why the young pilot stood worrying his hands behind his back. Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he lifted a hand and knocked on the solid oak door.

"Come in Riley." Damon's voice sounded, he really hoped that he didn't disturb anything by knocking. Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat he took another deep breath and opened the door stepping inside the office.

The office itself was very organized and clean. Bookshelves covered the room and a small leather couch sat across from a small fire place beside a liquor cabinet. The walls were painted a deep calming reddish maroon color. A huge bay window behind the dark cherry wood desk, where a typing Damon sat, in front of the desk were two identical soft plush chairs.

Riley was surprised when he saw how relatively young Damon looked. He must have been at least late-twenties-early thirties; he wasn't the grubby, disgusting old man that the younger thought he was going to be, as he was actually quite attractive. His new master stood a good foot or so above him, with short black hair that swooped in the front of his face in an almost emo like fashion. He had piercing green eyes and pale fair skin, and he was very build. Definitely could outrun Riley if he decided to make a break for it.

Damon didn't look up knowing who was standing in the doorway tentatively making his way over to him as he worked. The kid caught on quick what was expected of him, and he hadn't caused any trouble since he got there. Finishing his sentence on his slave report Damon looked up and gave him a small warm smile,

"Riley."

The younger felt his heart skip a beat as he reticently looked up barely making eye contact and in a small voice saying,

"Master Damon."

The master's smile widened and he gestured to a chair, "Have a seat." And leaned back.

Riley nodded and took a stiff seat in front of his new master and chewed his bottom lip trying to sort out his thoughts as Damon asked,

"What brings you here Love?" Swallowing the lump that formed in his throat again he started,

"W-well I- It's just..." Nerves got the best of him and the youngest Brody brother had to stop and collect himself. Thankfully Damon was understanding and gently prodded,

"What's on your mind Riley?" Taking another deep breath having collected his thoughts into something vaguely coherent he began again,

"Lessons are starting soon and...Well I'm not really sure how to... Act." Damon, upon hearing that, gave a small chuckle and a smile saying,

"Riley love, that's the point of the lessons. I'm going to be teaching you how to act." Riley blushed at how stupid that must have sounded now that he thought about it, but again Damon was understanding as he waited for Riley to elaborate,

"I know..I'm just nervous. I've never done anything like this before."

Damon nodded before giving a smirk,

"I know you haven't, I can tell by the way you blush every time I give you a bath." Being reminded of that Riley's cheek burned bright red at the memory of not only having to strip in front of Damon, but having to actually allow him to touch and clean him. It was beyond embarrassing when Riley moaned from Damon cleaning his gentiles. Seeing the sneaking blush on Riley's face at the memory Damon smirked wider and leaned against the desk,

"Don't worry about it Riley. You'll do just fine, and I'll be right there with you." The younger chewed the inside of his lip nodding somewhat reassured by Damon's soft words,

"Thank you Damon."

The elder gave a nod smiling warmly, "You're very welcome love. Have you been practicing what I told you?" Riley's cheeks burned anew and the young adult had to look to the side to prevent Damon from seeing it as he gave a curt nod. Prior to lessons actually starting Damon had given the strict orders to start stripping down to nothing whenever Riley found himself alone in his room. He had said it would help Riley become comfortable in his body before he was forced to be exposed in front of Damon during lessons.

"Yes Damon, I have." He heard a soft chuckle come from the man before him,

"Do you mind doing so?" Riley felt his heart stop at the request.

He knew that if he said no Damon would drop the subject, but at the same time he was obligated to fulfill his master's wishes. Feeling his throat close up he gave a curt nod and stood up.

Slowly the baby the of the Brody family peeled off his shirt and folded it up and set it on the chair, and then bent down as he peeled off his socks. Standing back up and closing his eyes he undid his belt and slipped it through the loops and set that on the chair as well. Taking a deep breath to calm his jittering nerves he reached down and took hold of his pants, unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper he slowly pulled the denim jeans down and stepped out of them, folded them up and set them on the chair. His throat closed up a little as he reached down for his boxers. Reminding himself he had done this before he tried to talk himself out of being such a baby. There was nothing wrong with his body, and Damon liked it just the way it was; he had said so when he was giving him a bath. Plus he knew he would have to get over it anyway as Damon would strip him during lessons anyway, so there really was no reason he should be nervous.

With that reasoning Riley stripped off his boxers and folded them and set them with the rest of his cloths. Opening his eyes he saw Damon looking at him with an interested glint in his green eyes.

Damon lifted his hand and beckoned him over with a raised finger as he pushed the chair away from his desk opening himself up as Riley took small steps towards him. Once standing in front of his Damon took him in, in all of his naked glory. He still had that hairless innocence that made Damon giddy inside. Tilting his head to get a different view he saw that his new babe had a small bullet sized scar on his left shoulder. Narrowing his eyes he felt his lip snag. Damn privateers, didn't know how to take care of precious cargo. He agitatedly pushed those thoughts aside and patted his lap as Riley took another deep breath and slowly climbed on top of Damon, straddling his hips. The blush on his face turned from a bright pink to a dark scarlet while Damon rubbed his sides; running his fingers up and down the pale unmarked skin that was as soft as kittens fur. Damon smirked upon hearing Riley moan softly as his lower back was rubbed. Apparently purrs like a kitten too.

The younger lolled his head to the side trying to hide his blushing face from Damon who already knew what he was hiding while bringing his body in toward him.

Riley shivered involuntarily as Damon licked the shell of his ear, his hands caressing his butt giving it a soft squeeze,

"You're trembling, nervous Love?" Riley shook his head breathing in deep as his sensitivity was heightened by the caresses to his lower back,

"No Master." Damon smirked and ran his hand up the younger's spine burying his fingers in the soft dark brown hair and gently pulled him down for a small chaste kiss. The young pilot felt himself relax against his new master, moaning when Damon kissed down his jaw and down his to chest and gently licked his nipple. Pleasure fluttered up around his stomach making him arch his chest into the hot mouth that softly suckled on the small rose bud.

He groaned in disappointment when Damon pulled back and chuckled at his reaction,

"Soon love. Not now, but soon." Damon kissed the pilots nose and stood up. Carrying Riley over the liquor cabinet and busting out a small glass of whiskey Damon sat down on the couch and held Riley close. Riley, whose sensitive skin was rubbed against the leather before Damon picked him up and set him back on his lap. Resting his head in the crook of Damon's neck Riley closed his eyes and just relaxed.

Yeah he missed his brothers. He missed his friends. He missed his life back home. But as Damon wrapped a protective arm around him Riley knew he would be able to get used to this.