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"See I told you, you would be mine."

John woke up with a start, He jumped up in bed from his dead sleep. It was not Randy speaking those words but Satan himself. John rubbed his hand over his face and shook his head trying to shake the horrid memory loose. Tears filled his eyes at the memory from the man who ended all of him that was young.

"Go away please! Just go away!" John yelled out at the memories that continued to plague his mind. A man touching his young body, A touch unwanted. "No No No! Go Away!" John cried. A hard object being inserted into him. John screaming out in pain as a hand pushed the broom in further.

"I was just as kid! A fucking kid!" John screamed out into the empty apartment. He jumped at the ringing of his cellphone. His personal cellphone. He reached over to the table and looked at the number, the number he had not seen on ages.

"Hello?...Where are you?...I'm not feeling good right now. Maybe I can see you later." John spoke to the man on the other end of the line. "Fine alright but I will met you there." John said as he closed the phone. "What in the hell does he want?" John asked as he stood up from the bed. He couldn't help but smile faintly at the soreness he felt from his "Master".

John dressed for the day and left his apartment he walked down the block to a small restaurant and sat over in a corner booth. The server walked over and he placed his order for two fried eggs and toast. His business phone went off while he was waiting for his food to arrive. Pulling it from his back pocket, he answered it.

"Sorry Punky but I'm busy right now I have a family thing I have to do." John said. "That's alright but when you are done can you please come by my house I have something I'm dying to show you. No, not that" Phil said as he heard John chuckle.

Phil was excited he was finally going to open the shop he had hoped for. Now that he had saved up some money with his flying he could open the tattoo shop he had always wanted. Phil was a very talented artist and friends would pay good money for him to do tattoos for them. One day he had told John about how much he enjoyed it and John encouraged him to open his own place.

He wanted to surprise John with it though. Today would be his grand opening and John knew nothing about it. "Alright it will be a while but I will do as I can. Hey Phil. I was really needing the night off if you know what I mean?" John said hoping he was not going to hurt the older man.

Phil smiled into the phone. "It's ok I understand. I will see you soon." Phil said. John shook his head and ended the call. He really hated having to say that to Phil but he was just too sore from his two clients yesterday.

Wade put him on cloud nine and Randy brought him to his knees. John became amazed at how his cock twitched at the thought of those men he loved to service. "All Three at the same time!" John laughed at himself for his thoughts as he patiently awaited his family member. He took a sip of water as he saw the tall man with black hair and beard approach the table.

"About time Damien. What is this all about? I thought you were living in Michigan?" John asked his uncle. Damien Sandow was his fathers half-brother by marriage. "I was I just wanting to see how you are doing. I just heard from your father." Damien stated.

"I don't have a father!" John stated lowly though gritted teeth. Damien sighed, "Of course you do. John the man is a sick man and he wants to see you." Damien stated. "Sick yeah I'll give you that. He is sick, but I be damned if I Ever have to see that man ever again!" John said he was getting angry and trying his best not to raise his voice.

"John look, he just wanted to see you one last time." Damien stated. "Tell him to rot in hell! No wait! Even Hell is too good for that bastard." John stated and stood up to leave. "Wait John. Shawn wanted me to give you this letter if you refused to see him." Damien stated and pulled an envelope from his back pocket.

John gave Damien a grave look and refused to take the letter. "I do not want to know a damn thing he has to say. Damien he sold me! He handed me and Danny over to a man who abused us and hurt us in ways I refused to speak of to you. And for what? Drugs and money? My brother died right in front of me because of the man he sold us too. You can tell him I Never want to hear from him and I wish he was already dead!" John exclaimed and ran off into the bathroom.

Damien watched as John ran away from him and tucked the letter back into his pocket. If only John knew is was not Shawn who handed him over to the Devil, but another family member one who wanted him now...

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"So much for eating." John thought to himself as he threw up everything he just ate. He stood up from the toilet and left the stall. He walked over to the sink and washed his mouth out. Looking up into the mirror he did not like what he saw.

A frightened teenager reflected back at him. His body trembled at the memory. A memory of his father handing him over to Dave Batista a well known drug lord. "Give them here now Shawn. You must settle our debt. Give me those boys." A frightened young boy and his older brother were handed over into the arms of Satan.

John trembled at the thoughts of the conversation. "A letter and to see me. That bastard does not deserve to see me." John said as he looked at his reflection. "Who you talkin to son?" came a voice from the bathroom stall. John began to shake. "God no, oh no it can't be him!" John screamed in his mind and bolted for the bathroom door. He ran out of the restaurant forgetting to pay his bill.

"Hey mister! You forgot to Pay!" The waiter yelled out after a retreating John. The waiter felt a hand on his shoulder. "It's alright, here this should cover it." Dave said and pulled a twenty from his wallet. "He just had somewhere he had to be." Dave explained with a sly grin on his face.

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"Hey are you alright Anthony? You look like you just saw a ghost." Phil asked as an out of breath John showed up on his door step. John turned to look behind him seeing no one. He didn't want Phil to know what was going on. "I'm alright...just wanted...to get...here." John panted out.

"Oh ok well come on in then" Phil said and stepped back so John could enter. He didn't really believe John though. The look of fear was all too clear on John's baby face. "Your trembling, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" Phil asked.

John sat down on the sofa and looked up at Phil. He just needed to feel safe. "Could you hold me for a minute?" John asked with a child's frightened voice. He hated feeling vulnerable but right now he felt so afraid and scared. Could Dave really be back from the grave?

Phil looked at John and saw a scared kid before him. The same scared kid he had saw on the night they met. He walked over and sat down beside of John taking him into his arms. John never allowed being held before and Phil was going to cherish it. He had fallen in love with the troubled young man.

"I've got you. I love you Anthony. I promise I will not let you hurt anymore. Stay with me? I will take care of you always." Phil spoke from the heart and John took all of it in. John allowed himself the luxury of feeling safe for a few brief moments. He stayed in Phil's arms enjoying how protected he felt. How warm Phil made him feel inside. "Was that warmth, love?" John asked himself as tears filled his eyes. Phil was making the trembles stop and his world at peace again.

"You wanted to show me something?" John asked. "Yeah I do. Would you go for a ride with me?" Phil asked. John nodded and Phil not wanting too, released John from his arms. They stood up and Phil led John to his bright green Camero.

They drove a few blocks to a small building. "Phil? What is that?" John asked as tears filled his eyes. "Come on get out and I will show you." Phil stated. John climbed out in awe of the shop he was looking at. "This is my tattoo shop, you encouraged me to open one remember?" Phil asked. John nodded his head.

"But, the name?" John asked as a tear escaped and fell down his cheek. "I felt the name was perfect." Phil stated as he looked at the sign above the shop. "Anthony's" read over head in flashing multi-colored lights. "You encouraged me to fulfill my dreams and well this is one of them. The second one is you." Phil said and looked John in the eyes.

"I I don't know what to say. This is amazing I'm so happy for you, but Phil you know what I do for a living and I'm sorry but I can't stop. I can't. I'm sorry I have to go." John spoke as his heart was breaking. He was just not able to settle down with one man.

"It's ok I understand. Please don't go? I know you said you needed the night off that is fine. I will pay you just to be with me. Let me make you feel safe if only for one night?" Phil asked.

John thought about it and agreed and that is just what Phil did. For one night John was safe and laying in the arms of a man who loved him...

Would John ever be able to truly love anyone one back? Or was his life truly broken beyond repair. Would he always be a Dark Butterfly? Would he always be a lost soul hungry for attention? Still Searching for...longing for... his hidden needs unknown?

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