As I away scrolling through this chapter, I realised "yes sir" is a very commonly used phrase. Random fact. I honestly preferred the last chapter to this but I feel I'm kind of setting the scene a bit more here, which is good :)

Oh, and if anyone can guess what song I got the title from you can have a shoutout :P or maybe but a request in for something to happen, idk. Let's go with that :P anyway enjoy the chapter, and maybe leave a review? You have no idea how much I love those...

"Ah, ahh, oh god . . ."

James's hands dug into Kendall's hips, thrusting up into Kendall's buzzing hole. Kendall bounced faster on his lap, sweat dripping down his forehead. He tossed his bangs out of his eyes with one hand, sweaty hair sticking up and bobbing a little as he slammed himself back down in James's dick. "S-so tight, fuck," James rasped, hips snapping up and down. "So good . . ."

"Yes, yes, so big, sir, unngh . . ." Kendall let out a pleasured scream and fell forward into James's arms, his bounces weakening slightly as he started to rock his hips. He felt James's cock dragging hot and heavy inside of him and pressed his forehead against James's shoulder. "S-sir, I can't . . ."

"I've got you," James murmured in his ear. He lifted Kendall up a little and thrust his hips up hard and fast, slamming off his sweet spot every time. His finger tips left ugly red marks in Kendall's pale skin. "Kiss me," he requested. Or ordered, what difference did it really make?

Kendall's lips pressed to his shoulder. His tongue wandered up James's neck and flicked over his bottom lip, before he gripped his hair with both hands and kissed him roughly. James's hand slapped Kendall's ass hard, as he gripped both cheeks in his hands, holding them apart and slamming Kendall up and down on his cock. He felt Kendall's tongue lick at his as the blonde tilted his head and kissed him deeper.

"Sir, p-please," Kendall whimpered, eyes squeezed shut. "Please let me—"

James wrapped a hand around Kendall's dick and tugged on it as he thrust back up. "Let go, it's okay."

With one more hard jab to his prostate, Kendall came hard, throwing back his head and letting out a hoarse scream. His cum splattered over the both of their chests, his body trembling as he collapsed against James's chest. He knew that under any other circumstances, the blonde wouldn't have done that in the off chance that it bothered him. Another couple of rocks into Kendall's tightening hole and James came too, pulling out and watching his cum drip down Kendall's thighs. Fuck, that was hot.

He let his arms wrap around Kendall's waist and lay there for a moment or two with him. Then Kendall sat up and smiled sweetly at him. "Are you happy, sir?"

"Very," James nodded, grinning and pressing another kiss to his puffy lips. "You can go, wash off or whatever. Go to bed then if you like, you're done for tonight."

"Thanks sir!" Kendall chirped, getting off the bed and picking up his clothes just as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," James called, sitting up. Lucy walked in. Immediately, her eyes went to the tossed sheets of the bed, to James's naked body, to Kendall's naked body. Her face fell slightly, but she turned to James and said, "The others are going to bed now. I was just wondering if you wanted me to do anything for you?"

"Um . . ." James thought for a second.

"Goodnight, Mr Diamond," Kendall said sweetly, jarring him from his thoughts. "Sleep well." James grinned and waved to him as he left the room and walked past Lucy in his birthday suit, hips swaying each step. Lucy watched him go, brow furrowed. Then she turned back to James.

"If you like sir, I can change the sheets for you. They're probably a bit sweaty." James could swear he saw her lip curl in disgust and her eyes flicker towards the door as she added, "and dirty."

"Okay . . . thanks. I'm gonna take a shower, you can go to bed or do whatever when you're done."

"Yes, sir."

Lucy had always been moody and a bit sullen. He figured she didn't mean anything by it; why would she?

The next morning, although it was past noon by the time he got out of bed properly, James walked into the kitchen, where all ten of his little slaves were. They didn't do much in the morning unless it was a direct request from him. Right now Tad, Steve and Buddy were playing cards at one of the tables, Lucy and Camille were watching tv, Mercedes and Carlos were loading the dishwasher, grumbling about how it felt like it was always their turn. Jo and Dak were sitting on the stools at the counter, chatting to each other and to Kendall, who sat on the counter between them, munching contentedly as he worked through his bowl of cereal.

"Hey," James called. Immediately, their attention all turned towards him, their eyes bright and waiting for any kind of instruction he might give them. "Got a client coming today." He put his empty breakfast tray down on the counter. "He'd gonna be here really soon, so . . . sorry to interrupt, but you need to get ready as soon as possible."

"Yes sir!" Dak replied first, nodding obediently.

James went and got dressed, satisfied that they were going to do as he asked. But he decided that today, he'd use the money for their benefit. Maybe he could split it between them and they could all buy something new to wear. They'd appreciate that. Well, he figured they would. They acted pleased with everything he said and did, so really he could never tell what they were actually thinking. That was both a good thing and a bad thing, in some ways.

James walked back down the downstairs hallway, suddenly spotting Kendall up ahead of him. The blonde was cleaning one of the mirrors hung up on the wall, already dressed for their client to arrive. He was only wearing a little pair of black underwear, that just about covered his package and went into a little thong at the back. James smirked a little. He always looked good in that. "Hey Kendall."

Kendall looked around, face lighting up. "Hi Mr Diamond!" He finished cleaning the mirror before picking up the cleaning supplies and turning to face James properly. "What time is that man coming?"

"He should be here any minute, so put that stuff away and go into the living room, alright?"

"Yes sir!" Kendall turned and hurried off down the hallway. James shook his head fondly at the enthusiasm. He was so adorable.

Just like they all were. Yup . . .

James heard the doorbell and walked to the door, opening it up. The man stood there, wearing a grubby and untidy looking suit. Though James didn't know why he'd bothered. It would be coming off soon. "Where are they?" the man said gruffly, as a way of greeting.

James rolled his eyes and led him inside, shutting the door after him. "In the living room. A fuck is three hundred. Though I dunno what you're looking for . . ."

"A fuck." The eagerness of his answer made James think he was a little desperate. Or just really pervy. Probably both, they usually were. Though really, he tended to forget when they handed over the thick wad of cash and he could toss it between his hands.

"What do you want? Guy or girl?" James asked him.

"Hmm . . ." The man rubbed his hands together, looking thoughtful. James couldn't help shuddering a little at how sleazy he was. He had to be in his forties, mid forties at least. It was a little gross. Still, he'd signed his slaves up for this. So really, in a way, he was the gross one.

"One of each?" the man said at last.

"That's gonna cost you extra."

"I'm well aware of that, can I see them or not?"

"Yeah, they're in here." James led the man, whose name he realised he'd forgotten, into the living room where the five guys and five girls were waiting. As soon as they walked in, they quickly lined themselves up, girls beside each other, and guys beside them. Like they always did. They all stood there in their underwear; it gave whoever James had brought in a chance to choose who he wanted. But at the same time, he didn't want them completely exposed. It hadn't always been like that. They used to stand completely naked, and he'd only changed this policy when a man checking the girls out had started full-on grabbing at Mercedes even though he didn't plan on choosing her.

"Very nice," James heard the man murmur, licking his lips a little. He looked away so he wouldn't gag.

The man walked up and down the line, surveying his prey quietly. James chose not to pay any attention, until his eyes landed on where Kendall was standing. The blonde's eyes flickered over towards him and he gave a tiny smile. James smiled back.

"Okay." The man walked back to James, folding his arms and glancing back at the line of sex slaves. "I want . . . that dark-haired girl there, and the small guy."

And so he handed his double fare over, and Camille and Carlos obediently followed him out of the room.

"I never get picked anymore," Tad sighed.

"I told you not to get that haircut," Lucy shrugged, leaving the room to go find some clothes to put on. Soon enough, the rest of the group disbanded.

James was going to the kitchen to get a snack when he heard the front door opening. He was about to go grab something to hit the intruder with, when he heard whistling and smiled with relief. "Hey, Diamond! Where are you?" a loud voice called.

"In the kitchen, Logan!" James answered, sitting at the counter with his newly-made sandwich. He didn't always get the others to do everything for him.

Logan strode into the kitchen, grinning at him and sitting next to him. "How's my favourite little idiot?"

James rolled his eyes, elbowing him in the ribs. "Shut up, you. Or I'll take your key away."

"You won't. You'd be too lonely without a friend here to keep you company." Logan took off his jacket and propped it up on the back of the chair, before turning to him and asking bluntly, "So, how's Carlos?"

James chuckled. It was no secret that Logan had had a thing for Carlos ever since the little Latino came to his house. They'd never slept together because Logan didn't want him to think that's why he was interested. During those occasional moments where everyone in the house just kind of hung out as if they were all friends, they spent a lot of time together then. James wasn't sure if Carlos felt the same way, or if he was just totally oblivious.

"He's with a guy right now."

Logan's expression darkened.

"What, it's what they do," James shrugged.

"I wish they wouldn't. Or more, I wish you wouldn't do it do them."

"They don't seem to mind."

"Well, they're not going to protest, are they? They're completely under your control. You could do anything to them and they won't say shit."

James just scowled. "Well, whatever. I don't see what the big deal is anyway."

"I know you don't. And you might never." Logan shrugged. "Let's leave it at that."

Kendall suddenly walked into the kitchen, dressed in little shorts and a t-shirt. His bare feet pattered across the tiles. He smiled in greeting at the two of them. "Hi Mr Diamond," he chirped. "And Mr Mitchell."

"Kendall," Logan said disapprovingly, even though he was smiling teasingly at him. "I told you to call me Logan."

"Sorry, I forgot," Kendall replied humbly. "Do you want me to get you anything?"

"Um . . ." Logan looked around, at James and then back at Kendall. Then, smirking a little, he asked, "Make me a sandwich?"

James chuckled. Kendall just nodded and went to do as he asked. He hummed a little tune as he worked, James glancing over and watching him. He had a cute singing voice. It was clear and kind of soft, like a little bird. "Here you go!" Kendall announced, putting the plate down in front of him.

"Thanks, sweetheart," Logan grinned. He tapped his cheek with his forefinger, and Kendall blushed slightly before leaning in and pecking him on the cheek.

"Ahem," James spoke up sharply, tapping his own cheek. He managed to force a carefree smile onto his face once Kendall looked at him. "What about me, blondie?"

"Sorry sir," Kendall replied quickly, walking around the both of them to James's other side. As he leaned in to peck him on the cheek, James totally by accident turned his head at the last second, and their lips collided. Kendall pulled back, cheeks turning pink. He bit his lip. "Um, if that's all, sir . . ."

"It is. You can go."

Kendall practially sprinted from the room, and Logan turned to James with a smirk. "What was that about?"

"He was taking too long," James shrugged. "I turned to see where he was."

"He rushed right to your side, and you know it." Logan took a bite out of his sandwich, moaning in appreciation. "And he makes a great sandwich, too. He's a keeper."

"What are you talking about?"

"Is it not obvious? He likes you!"

James rolled his eyes. "Logan, they all like me."

"Yeah, but he's different. I know you two probably have your tongues down each other's throats all the time, but that was a different kind of kiss and he got all flustered and—"

"It doesn't mean anything," James snapped. "Nothing, got it? He's just another whore to me. And besides, if anything he's just shy. He's the newest here, after all."

"It's been almost a year, how much more time does he need?"

"Look, I don't know. I don't even know why I'm discussing this with you, because I mean nothing to him but a boss and he means nothing to me but an employee. Are we gone? Yes we are."

Logan sighed. He ate his food in silence for a couple of minutes, James doing the same. James get a little guilty for snapping the way did. The awkwardness in the air between them was something he'd always hated. Logan had been his friend for so long, and he didn't like when they fell out. Logan had been there for him when his family wasn't. Which pretty much meant always.

But the tension between them never lasted long. This was proven when Logan looked up and asked him, "Throwing another party any time soon? Your parties are the best."

James chuckled. "Well, of course they are. I have a mansion and ten sexy guys and girls wandering around in skimpy outfits. Who doesn't love that kind of party?"

"So, thinking about throwing one?"

"This weekend, I think. You see, there's an annoying businessman who's not getting off my back, and he's pissing me off. On impulse I just told him there'd be a get-together on Saturday night and that we could talk then. It was all I could do to get him to shut up."

"Who's the guy?"

"His name's Hawk. He kept talking to me like I'm a kid, so I guess he's having a midlife crisis. He kept talking about finances and I really wasn't in the mood for that crap."

"So, this party . . . am I invited?"

"Can you behave yourself?"

"Define that."

"Don't insinuate that Kendall has any kind of romantic feelings for me when he clearly doesn't?"

Logan sighed, scowling. "Fine. I'll take it."

"You bitch!" a harsh voice snarled, a fist crashing into Kendall's cheek.

Kendall crashed onto the floor, whimpering and trying to crawl away. He was kicked in the stomach and fell again, sobbing. "W-Wayne, please, I'm sorry—"

"You deserve to fuckng die, you little slut!" A hand grabbed his hair, taking him up. He saw the glint of a glass in the man's other hand. He tried to break free, screaming in terror as it came closer to his face.

"Drink it. Drink it!"

"NO—"

Kendall broke free, and rolled over on his back to find himself lying on his bedroom floor. He tried to calm his breathing down, but it didn't seem to be working. He didn't realise he was crying until he felt a tear drip off his chin and onto his chest. He wiped it off and dried his eyes, clamping his mouth shut and trying not to make any noise.

Nobody would've heard him anyway. This was his own bedroom, where he could have peace and quiet, to relax with his thoughts.

Oh joy.

He untangled himself from his comforter and stood up, picking it up and tossing it back on the bed, before getting on after it. He sat back against the headboard and sighed, shutting his eyes.

The nightmares had started to fade away. He thought they'd gone completely, but obviously not. He didn't know why they scared him so much; it was just his own guilty mind, twisting the reality of what had happened. To scare him, and to make him feel guilty.

"I'm not sorry," he murmured furiously, hugging his knees. "He deserved it, he hurt me, he deserved it . . ."

He repeated it until he'd convinced himself enough, and tried to go back to sleep.