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Chapter 2

It wasn't often that Puck felt nervous, he was a badass after all, but first and foremost he was a human being. He experienced a variety of emotions just like everybody else did. So when he was at home, waiting for Sam to come over, nerves and apprehension attacked him.

He wasn't worried about getting down and dirty with another dude. In his mind, sex was sex regardless as to the partner's equipment. No, what he was concerned about was possibly damaging Sam further. This new situation wasn't something he had much experience in. Before being Slater's bitch in juvie, Puck was strictly a ladies man and his methods had been very simple. He'd get with a girl for one night, rock their world, and then he'd move on. Apart from Santana, she was just too hot to only hook up with once.

Of course, he didn't plan to just use Sam and leave like he had always done to girls and cougars in the past. He didn't exactly want a relationship either; at least not the traditional kind, but he did want the blonde boy. As Sam had told him earlier that day, he'd been mistreated in the past. Puck knew his treatment of him during their private sessions could potentially do more harm than good.

Hearing a knock on the door, Puck sucked in a breath as he checked his reflection in the mirror.

"Don't fuck up, Puckerman," he warned himself before heading downstairs to answer the door.

On the doorstep, he found Sam's blonde head looking down at the ground as he shuffled nervously on his feet, his hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Come in, Sam," Puck said gently guiding his new playmate over the threshold and shutting the door, the noise making Sam jump. "You ok, dude?" He asked squeezing Sam's shoulder, feeling the boy tense a little.

He opened his mouth as though to speak but settled for nodding when he failed to verbalise anything. Taking Sam's jacket and hanging it up, Puck led him into the living room, telling him to sit down. His eyes widened in surprise when Sam took the position of kneeling on the floor by the armchair rather than taking a seat. Puck supposed that was something he had learned when he'd been with that older Graham kid.

"I'm gonna grab a soda," Puck told him. "You want something?"

"Water?" Sam asked in a voice that suggested he expected to be denied.

Heading to the kitchen, Puck grabbed himself a soda can from the fridge and fixed a glass of cold water for Sam. Taking a seat on the armchair Sam was kneeling by, Puck handed him his water.

"Thank you, Master," Sam said quietly as he took a sip.

"Before we do anything," Puck said as he lightly petted the blonde's hair, hoping the action would sooth himself as well as Sam. "I want you to talk to me about the stuff that went down with that Graham asshole. Tell me about the things you enjoyed and let me know what you didn't like so I know what your boundaries are."

"Well, I sucked cock a lot," Sam told him. "I've always enjoyed that. I used to practice on bananas and cucumbers before I ever got to suck a real one. A lot of the time he'd have me suck other people off too. His friends, even his brother and cousin a couple of times. He made me fuck his friend once and it wasn't bad but… I prefer having someone fuck me. Sometimes he'd make me wear panties."

"Did you like wearing them?" Puck asked hoping the answer was yes as the thought of seeing Sam in women's underwear certainly appealed to his cock.

"Not at first," Sam admitted. "But when I got used to them it felt great. If I was bad, he'd punish me."

"How?" Puck questioned a little uncomfortable about the thought of punishing Sam when he seemed so fragile.

"Different ways," Sam answered. "It depended how bad I was. If I didn't do so good in class then he'd spank me. Usually I enjoyed the spankings if it was with his hand or a wooden paddle but… I just couldn't take it when he used a belt. He knew I hated the belt and he ended up using it on me a lot. He said he enjoyed seeing me cry."

"Hey, look at me," Puck instructed and Sam obediently met his gaze. "If I feel you need a little spanking, then I'll give you one, but I promise you now I won't ever use a belt on you."

"Thank you, Master," Sam replied quietly taking another gulp of water.

"What else did that prick do for punishment?" Puck asked before taking a mouthful of soda.

"If I flirted with somebody else he'd fuck me really hard without any preparation," Sam told him and Puck winced in sympathy. "Sometimes it was so hard and rough that I bled but he didn't care. He got off on it. Then he'd have some of his friends fuck me too, always the ones with the biggest dicks. I don't mind a bit of rough sex if I'm stretched and prepped, but I never liked it when Graham got like that. And he'd… he'd beat me when I tried to say no."

"Fuck," Puck swore realising that Sam had probably been repeatedly raped even if the blonde hadn't acknowledged that fact in his mind yet. "Sam, I'm sorry. That fucker shouldn't have treated you like that, you do know that right?"

"I guess," Sam mumbled, his voice holding little conviction. "But I shouldn't have been flirting with other people."

"Hey, I don't care if you made sex eyes and comments at every guy in your old school, you didn't deserve to have some sick prick abuse you like that," Puck insisted. "Here, sit on my lap."

Being careful not to spill his water, Sam perched himself on Puck's lap. Wrapping his arms lightly around Sam's waist, Puck found the situation to be a little strange. He was used to having his sister sit on his lap sometimes, but having another teenage boy was a different thing entirely.

"Did he do anything else?" Puck asked not really sure if he wanted to know but he knew he needed to if he ever wanted to help Sam recover from what he had suffered.

"Sometimes he'd say I was bad and he never said why. I don't know what I did wrong," Sam explained. "He just said I wasn't good enough and then he'd… he'd piss on me," his cheeks flushed with shame. "It was disgusting and degrading but it quickly became one of his favourite things to do."

"Well that won't be happening with us," Puck assured him as he rubbed his back. "Piss is for the toilet, or a bush if necessary but that's it. And you said he shared you with other people a little, did you enjoy that?"

"I like sucking anyone's cock, Master," Sam admitted. "And being fucked is great when I'm willing to let it happen. When most people think about this stuff they think of leather, restraints, punishment and humiliation. But that isn't… that's not what I was looking for when I met Graham. I don't like to be humiliated and I'm not into pain. It's difficult to explain but… I just like the idea of someone taking care of me. I don't want to be told I'm bad and be punished all the time. I want to be somebody's good boy. I want somebody to make me feel safe, not somebody to make me feel worthless."

"Is there anything else you can tell me?" Puck asked as he took on board all that Sam had said..

"In the beginning, when things were good," Sam said. "He used to use toys. Vibrators, anal beads, butt plugs, that kind of stuff. They were good."

"Noted," Puck told him. "Thank you for telling me, Sam," he said and Sam preened a little. "Think you're up for playing around a little today? And you can say no, I won't ever force you like that Graham douche."

"No, Master, I want to," Sam replied sounding eager although clearly still a little nervous. "But I guess you should know that it's been a while since I've done more than make-out."

"That's ok, but I wanna establish a rule right now," Puck said. "No mouth-to-mouth kissing, you're not my boyfriend and this isn't a relationship. But I do care and I will do my best to look after you and keep you safe. And if anything ever happens that makes you uncomfortable then I want you to know that you're allowed to say something, don't forget that."

"Yes Master," Sam nodded.

Setting their drinks aside, the two boys stood up. Leading the way to his room, Puck paused in the kitchen to ask Sam if he was comfortable with crawling. His face reddened a little but his lips twitched into a smile as he dropped onto all fours and followed Puck up the stairs and into his room that way.

Sitting on the edge of his bed, Puck found himself growing hard at the sight of Sam on his hands and knees, head bent in submission. Using a gentle but firm tone, he asked Sam to strip. The blonde did as he was asked without complaint, though he looked a little shy and self-conscious though Puck couldn't imagine why; Sam had a hot body. He was well muscled and his abs were perfect. He also had a great ass with an adorable little birth mark on the left butt cheek as well as a nicely hung cock. Nowhere near as big as Puck of course but still a generous size.

He instructed Sam to crawl towards him and he pulled his hard cock out of his jeans before offering it to Sam. The hot blonde lost all sense of shyness as he engulfed Puck's length in his large mouth. He swallowed him down without trouble, showing off his blow-job skills and moaning in delight, a clear sign that he was enjoying things as much as Puck.

"Damn," Puck sighed as he bucked his hips wildly, his cock hitting the back of Sam's throat. Clearly the boy had no gag reflex. Puck had always believed that Santana was the best blow-job bitch to strut the earth but Sam's techniques put the Latina's to shame. In a matter of minutes, Puck was reduced to panting moans as his orgasm threatened to burst embarrassingly early. "Spit or swallow, your choice," Puck managed to grunt out before he erupted, Sam happily drinking down every drop. "Wow, your mouth's fucking amazing," Puck praised when his breath, voice and composure returned to him.

"Thank you, Master," Sam smiled looking truly pleased, his own manhood standing proud between his legs.

"Get on your back on the bed," Puck told him. "Let me take care of you."

Once Sam was settled on the mattress, Puck curled into his side and wrapped his fingers around Sam's arousal.

"I'll never hurt you," Puck promised as he pumped his hand up and down, determined to make Sam feel good. "I'm gonna take care of you."

"Mmm, Master," Sam moaned as he came undone under Puck's touch. "Please, may I cum?"

"Sure, cum for me," Puck replied thoroughly enjoying the sounds that fell from Sam's large mouth as he spurted his seed all over Puck's hand and a little on his own stomach. "Do you still have girls' panties?" Puck asked as he stroked the blonde's hair.

"Yes, Master," Sam answered.

"Good," Puck grinned. "Wear a pair tomorrow, it'll be hot."

The two then had a competition to see who was better on some of Puck's computer games. While Puck sat fully clothed on his bed, Sam only wore his underwear as he sat on the floor by his new Master's feet.

To Be Continued

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