Three months had passed since Clive's arrival, and two since Luke's hell began. Layton knew that something was wrong with his boy, but he could have never imagined what he was going through. He tried to ask him, talk to him, but nothing came out of Luke's lips. He had become another person: taciturn, silent, reserved... He didn't even smile anymore.

Luke had raised a wall around him, a wall where no one could get into... only Clive. He didn't know how to escape from his tormentor, so he decided to live with it the best he could... but the constant fear of getting home, the humiliation and the pain that could strike him anytime, the concern for his professor... All those things had changed him to what he was now: a hollow shell, a body without will of its own, a scared child awaiting an undeserved punishment.

"You're not making any effort lately" said Clive, sitting in the bed.

Luke kept sucking listlessly on his knees, his eyes closed. He couldn't see the other man's bored expression. Suddenly, Clive moved away Luke's head and slapped him with anger. Then, he grabbed the boy by the hair and pulled him closer to his face.

"I'm very disappointed, Luke."

Luke stared at him, apathetic. He had been obeying his orders without complain, though he knew that sex wasn't the only thing Clive wanted: he wanted his fear, his pain, his tears... he wanted the superiority feeling he got the first time, and his now docile victim wasn't giving it to him. The boy kept silent.

"Is this how you care about Layton? If you don't please me, I swear to God that I'll upload the damned video" and there it was, the spark of anguish in the boy's eyes. Clive pushed him violently to the ground, his hand still grabbing his hair. He noticed Luke's breathing getting heavier. "Good boy. Now, what can we do to make this funnier?... Hmmm, ok, I got it. Undress."

Luke obeyed quietly. It was the first time that Clive asked him to get naked, and the boy was starting to be afraid again. Maybe he got bored of blowjobs, and now wanted to do it all the way... Luke felt tense; he didn't know if he could endure that...

When he was completely naked, Clive looked at him a little while, smiling. Those eyes checking him made him feel very uncomfortable, but he did his best to hide it.

"You still have some bruises. They don't seem to heal, eh?"

"No. They do heal, but I always get new ones."

"Tell me, how did you get hurt? How did you get that bruise in your stomach?"

"You threw me to the floor and kicked me."

"And those ones in your shoulders? Tell me the details."

"You said you wanted to try something different. After you kicked me, you put your knees in my shoulders with all your weight so I couldn't move, then you grabbed my wrists with one hand. You... wanked me with your other hand, and... and made me give you a blowjob."

Clive had a smile on his face by then. He enjoyed mortifying the kid. Luke's expression had changed while he talked: at first it was indifferent, but soon became sad, troubled and hurt. He liked that, and he also took pleasure in the boy's efforts for hiding it, to look strong while he was broken inside.

"Well, today it'll be different too" Clive said, sitting in the bed again. "C'mon, start wanking."

"W-What...?"

"You heard me, wank yourself, I want to see you."

Luke didn't move at first. There he was, standing naked in front of his torturer, helpless. Do it. Do it. Do it for the professor. He closed his eyes with embarrassment and slowly started caressing himself.

"No, not like that. Open your eyes, look at me."

Clenching his teeth, the boy did as he was told. He observed how Clive enjoyed the show, his member getting bigger, unlike his. What he felt in those moments couldn't be more opposite of pleasure. No matter how softly o hardly, how fast or slow he touched, he couldn't get an erection. He felt so ashamed and so weak he only wanted to cry, but he swore to himself he wouldn't let Clive see anymore tears from him.

"Come here now, continue what you were doing before. And please, make an effort this time, ok?" Luke meekly got to his knees again and started to suck the other man's member. "By the way, I won't let you go until you come too, so keep wanking and looking at me. Yes, exactly, that's how I like it..."

Luke fought back the tears of rage, killed what little pride he had left and tried to imagine his professor in Clive's place. It was difficult with his eyes open, but after a while he felt his member hard. Like always, Clive came in his mouth, finally satisfied, and Luke released himself shortly after him.

The boy got away from Clive as soon as they were done and started dressing quickly, trying not swallow the liquid he still had in his mouth. The other man noticed, and said:

"Next time I'd like you to swallow it, so you'd better get used to it."

Luke didn't look at him and got straight to the bathroom, where he spitted, washed his mouth and took a shower. His mind was blank, some random thoughts crossing from time to time:

I should be used to this... Why does he do this? Why? What can I do? I already tried to steal his phone, but it only made things worse... Should I tell the professor? I should be used to this... He'll be gone soon, there's no need to... Why am I still afraid? What could be worse than this? I should be used to this... I should be used to this... I should be used to this...

What Luke didn't know is that one can't get used to fear.