AN: Finals are this week, that's why I haven't updated in a while (studying and what not), and I probably won't update again unless my brain is about to have a meltdown from all the cramming, which is actually very likely to happen XP.
Part 6 – Pet
Marco was running late when he got off the bus, the strange looks on most of the people's faces did not help much to his mood. He was only a block away from the address Jay left to him on the note before he started a light jog. He never knew ten minuets would make such a difference to Jay…
Even if he hadn't of been watching the house numbers like a hawk, it would have been bloody hard to miss the place. The law was already trashed, and rap music was pounding so hard you could almost feel it, even outside the house.
When he got inside, the house was full of people, and smoke, and the music was just sounded even worse this close to it. Above all the noise and people was the smell of alcohol and sex. Marco felt lost; this was not his scene, not really; he was a good Roman Catholic boy, most of the time. But sometimes those good Roman Catholics need to feel, and Jay made him feel. This party, though, it just made him lost…
"Del Rossi, here, now," a voice called out over the crowd, sending a calming wave through Marco's body and mind. He spotted the origin, and went to it, playing with one of the collar's rings. As he approached Jay, he could see the slight anger in his eyes. "Why the fuck are you late?"
Jay motioned for Marco to sit down, but when he tried for the couch he got smacked. It took him a second to realize what Jay wanted – Marco on the floor. He bit his lip and sat down at Jay's feet, resting his head on his thigh. "I'm sorry, missed the bus and had to get the next-" a slap came across his face, leaving a bright red mark to match the tingling pain. "I said I was-"
"Did I say you could speak again, cuz I don't remember saying it, faggot." With that a chain leash was attached to Marco's collar, and a hand pushed his head back down so it was resting on Jay's thigh again. "Now shut up and only speak when directly asked a question." Marco looked up at Jay, his brow creased in puzzlement. A hand came down and bopped him the back of the head, only making him wince. Marco was considering asking what it was for, but thought better of it; he just turned his head back down, resting it on Jay's thigh.
Jay liked this, his own little fuck toy. They had never actually fucked, but why else would he of brought him out in public, to a party, than to show off his slave and fuck him? Marco was new to this, obviously, but he would learn; he had not talked back when he smacked him for looking him straight in the eyes, which was a surprise. He'd probably have to give Marco some ground rules later, but he was doing well for his first night out, or as well as to be expected. Course, Jay wasn't entirely sure what to expect, it wasn't like he'd done this before, he'd only seen the cheap porn movies, and he wasn't above looking at websites for the information. All Jay was sure of was that he liked whatever was going on, and that the $30 he spent on the collar and leash were well worth it, just to see that masochistic smile on Marco's face.