Prologue

Nate watched solemnly as his house faded from his field of vision, disappearing into the darkness as the wagon galloped forward into the night, towards the new unknown that awaits him. Salty tears that he fought so hard to keep from falling finally rolling down his cheeks once he was alone, with nothing but the tattered clothes on his back, the fear of what was to come becoming so frighteningly real, no matter how much he tried to remain hopeful, but alas in times like this, where there was only poverty, death and starvation, hope was becoming increasingly difficult to hold on to. However, right now, hope was his only companion as the wagon rocked through miles of shrubs, forestry and rocky terrain, braving the rain and icy autumn wind, the very same flickering hope that his parents left him with when they said they were only doing this so that he could have a better chance at life.

The journey was a long one, which Nate was thankful for because it left him with a lot of time to calm himself, only to have it all go to waste as the wagon approached two large spiked and creaky, metallic black gates, reviving the fear of everything he was trying to forget. It was not the factories, or the railroads as he might've anticipated, but a mansion, too tall and too wide to perceive from where they stood, paces away from the steps that lead up to the front door. The driver said nothing as he opened the wagon latch, but Nate understood what it meant and got down quietly, running after the man as he strode to the door to escape the cold.

An old man answered the door after a ring of the doorbell, from the way he spoke and dressed, Nate guessed that he must've been a butler, but even as a mere butler, he was already the most polished and refined person Nate had ever met in his life, which left Near in a mixed state of awe and inadequacy.

"Why is he drenched?" the man asked with a classic English accent.

"It was raining," the driver shrugged, rummaging through his coat to take out an envelope and some papers, handing it over to the butler.

The old man studied the papers briefly, while glancing a little impatiently at Nate through the corners of his eyes, making the boy lower his head nervously. "Well, everything seems to be in order," the butler said, studying the boy more closely now that he was done, "Couldn't you have at least given him a coat?"

"Not part of my contract," the driver answered curtly, "My payment if you may."

The butler pressed his lips together but handed over a small bag of coins nonetheless. "Pleasure doing business with you," the driver thanked lazily, without lifting his hat and left, leaving Nate with no means of going back to the place he once called home.

"Come in, we need to get you cleaned up before-" the butler was abruptly interrupted by a bell, his face immediately showing an expression of alarm. "There's no time for that now, hurry, follow me," the man ushered, walking briskly down the hall, passed a few closed doors and finally to the dining area, as Nate struggled to keep up.

The dining room was a brightly lit shelter with an inverted umbrella-shaped chandelier hanging over the twenty seater table and a flame burning in the large fireplace, shielding the people inside from the murderous cold outside. Flowers adorned the walls and the carpet, as well as the table which already had an extravagant meal, enough to feed Nate's whole family of nine set up.

"What took you?" A deep, matured voice asked, pulling Nate's attention away from awing at the room. At the very end of the table, with a glass of wine in his hand was a young man around his teens glaring fiercely in Nate's direction. Nate froze as his gray eyes met the stark clear blue crystals of the other boy. It was like looking directly at the surface of the sea in the middle of summer, dazzling but blinding. Right above that sea, was the blazing afternoon sun, an untouchable halo of fine, silky blonde hair. Nate had to look away, he knew that if his unworthy eyes stared any longer at the horrifying beauty, he would very much incinerate like the foolish Icarus.

"My apologies master, the boy has just arrived, please allow me to prepare-," the butler was about to say.

"It's fine, I want to inspect him myself, come closer," the authorial voice commanded Nate.

The butler moved forward, placing the documents carefully on the table for the young master, and stood dutifully at his side, as Nate hesitantly stepped closer, keeping his head hung low.

"Look at me," he commanded.

Nate bit his lip, but did so obediently, feeling intimidated once more as he looked at the perfect statue-like features of the boy.

"What's your name?" he questioned.

"Nate Ri-"

The boy put up a hand to stop him, "That's enough, servants have no need for last names, much less a slave" he said in a harsh tone, obviously he wasn't a patient man. Nate felt his heart sank as he was told of his position for the first time. Not even a servant, but a slave, the lowest possible status in society, and he had thought that they only called the immigrants that these days. Under the young master's hard gaze, Nate barely felt like a person, but an animal, with barely any God-given rights.

"You are N, nothing more," he decided, "I am master of this house, you will address me as such and serve me as I see fit. Disobedience will not be tolerated. If you displease me, I will not hesitate to have your head, understood?" He demanded, sharp, serious eyes as ruthless as his words.

Nate nodded frightfully, feeling chills up his arms, both from fear and the rainwater dripping down his little frame.

"I don't recall purchasing a mute, answer me," the irritated boy demanded.

"Y-yes, mas-terr," he stuttered nervously, earning a little wary eyebrow raise from his new master.

"Why wasn't I informed that he was a slow speaker?" the blonde turned over to ask his butler angrily.

"My apologies master, I'm sure the boy is just cold, if you'll allow me, I'll have him cleaned and fed, and you may continue your inspections first thing tomorrow after a goodnight's rest," the old man suggested.

"No, we'll finish this tonight, if he is not to my liking, I'll get rid of him before dawn," the young master answered, every word causing Nate more and more distress. "Come," he ordered Nate, finishing his cup of red wine.

"Master, at least have dinner," the butler's voice called after them, but the blonde did not bother to look back nor answer, instead walking with a straight back out of the room, down the dim corridor and up the giant staircase in the middle of the entrance hall.

Nate followed in his shadow, feeling troubled and confused by everything that was taking place, wondering to himself, how his parents could've sold him off as a slave to such a brutal man. What kind of parents could be so cruel to see him off into this inescapable dark future? Nate didn't want to know, he didn't want to accept the possibility of being abandoned by the family he loved so dearly.

They entered into a large velvet room, with crimson drapes hanging down the ceiling-high windows and the massive master bed in the middle of the deep burgundy carpeted room. Nate momentarily envisioned himself as a fly being engulfed into the bloody guts of the room before the flushed ripe colors disappeared into a pitched darkness as the heavy mahogany doors closed behind him.

"Remove your clothing," the young master commanded after leading him to the bedside.

Nate stiffened, his wide frightened eyes looking at the boy to search for the meaning behind his request. "W-Why?" he asked in the smallest voice he could manage, finding no rational basis for stripping in front of his master besides for reasons he didn't want to think of.

A tight slap landed on his cheek, causing him to hit his head against the bedpost, sliding down to the floor. "Insolence," the blonde hissed, dragging the boy to his feet and tearing his thin wet clothes off easily, before throwing him on the bed. Rummaging through the drawer next to the bed, he dug out a pair of wooden handcuffs and had the boy's hands bound above his head.

Tears began making their way down Nate's cheeks as he looked towards the door, wishing he had someone to call out to for help. Please, he begged, knowing that his worst nightmare was about to come true.

"P-please," he turned his frantic pleas to the young master, "I can work, I'll w-work," he sniffed, "Please, l-let me work."

"This IS your work," the blonde denied instantly as he started stripping his lavish three-piece suit off his surprisingly well-built body. "You will not fight me," he threatened, "or you will be punished, and believe me, there are fates far worse than this."

"Hush now, do not make me hurt you unnecessarily," the blonde whispered, almost as if he was trying to comfort the boy before gently touching his lips to the boy's chest.

"No please...hic…hic…hic…" Nate cried, his tears running in all directions down his face as he struggled to get free even though he knew it was impossible.

"Do not move!" the young master raised his voice, slapping the boy once more on the same cheek.

Nate whimpered fearfully, tasting blood in his mouth as his vision blurred from sparks of pain.

"Stop being difficult before I throw you out in the rain to die like a rat," he scolded furiously, continuing his assaults on the boy's body, running his smooth hands over Nate's pale chest and down his sides.

Large, warm hands massaged Nate's bony backside, a wet tongue rolling around his tiny nipples, sending strange sensations intermingled with disgust up the boy's spine.

"No! No! NO!" Nate protested as the unwelcomed hands stroke his flat, undeveloped member that was too young to respond, feeling his cheek burning with embarrassment and humiliation as hot fresh tears ran down his face.

"Do I need to remove that tongue?" Blue eyes glared at him sternly, though they seemed to have lost that murderous glint that they had before.

"Please, have mercy, I'm eight years old," Nate begged, wishing that just maybe there was a human side in the blonde that would spare him, although he had heard of children much younger than him serving men in bed in the capital.

The blonde paused to look at the boy in the eye, "Hush, do not speak, it is not in either of our favors," he said softly, pushing Nate's curly white hair out of his damp eyes.

The blonde placed two fingers into his mouth and sucked on them so that they were coated with saliva. Slowly, as not to cause alarm, he inserted one into the boy's entrance, massaging the passage by moving it in and out.

"Ngh! W-what..sss….happening?" Nate winced, tightening around the invading appendage.

Another finger pierced him, moving in the same fashion before they started scissoring him apart.

"Mmh-hic…hic…no…" the boy choked, his insides turning warm and soft.

"Good boy," the young master said, as he positioned himself between Nate's slender legs, bending them at the knee. "Don't fight me, you'll only hurt yourself," he warned, before penetrating the boy with his sizable erection.

"AAAHHH!" Nate screamed helplessly, fisting his hands and curling his toes in pain as his master took him against his will.

"You foolish brat," the blonde winced as Nate's tight virgin muscles clamped down on him. "Stop fighting it!" he scolded, trying to move and ease the passage.

"Aaa! Aaa! NO!" he cried out as his master entered him deeper, scrapping up tissue and tearing his insides in two. "Help! Help! P-Please!"

"Bloody hell, why are you so tight?" the young master hissed in pain as well, grabbing the boy's shoulder with an iron grip before slamming his entire self into the small boy.

"NGAHHHhhh! Hack…hack…" Nate yelled at the top of his lungs, curling up on himself as he choked on his own saliva and tears, his shy gray eyes stained with horror and unforgiving fear as he was forced open for the first time.

"Hush, hush," the young master seem to sooth, as he gently rocked his hips and toyed with the boy's flaccid member.

Nate shook his head, unwilling to accept what was being done to his body. "Hic…hic…Mama…w-why…" he called out, wondering what he ever did to deserve this.

The blonde wrapped his hands around the boy's petite frame as he moved in and out of the boy, feeling the pressure in his lower half growing as he slowly neared his peak.

"…hurts….it h-hurts…." His voice turning weak and hoarse, as blood trickled from his entrance, staining the sheets.

"Shh, quiet…" his master panted, throwing his head back as he rocked his hips and pleasured himself.

Nate shut his eyes tight, he couldn't feel anything but pain and disgust as his body was taken and broken, his insides being touched and filled by a man he just met. He searched his memory for a happy moment he could hold on to, but all that was there was hurt and betrayal. Why was he being treated this way? Why is life so unfair? He asked silently, only to realize the answer would just cause him even more sorrow.

The blonde thrust in and out of Nate, picking up speed and pushing in deeper as he neared his peak, forgoing all attempts at being gentle as he ripped his way through the boy's reluctant muscles.

"Pl-please SSSTop! HIC…Mer—cy…." Nate cried, still hoping, hoping…

But hope is only for children so it seems, as he lost the last of it, together with his innocence as the young master groaned in satisfaction, releasing deep inside Nate's body.

"Ngh…" Nate whimpered, his stomach warm and full with another man's seeds and his soul forever stained, there was no going back now, he was a sex slave.

I probably shouldn't do this, I just know I shouldn't...