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Chains Chapter Four

The man walked the blue eyed boy out onto the stage on his hands and knees, the collar he wore was black lace but the whip was shining black leather, CRACK! the small child screamed past the ball-gag as the leather whip lashed across his exposed thighs, "What a stupid boy you are, no good for anything but this," the whip lashed out again pulling frail arms from a bruised body and the boy cried out as his face hit the stage. Hard. Blood dripped from the boy's nose. "Say it, say what a boy like you is good for," cool denim pants scratched uncomfortably against the blue-eyed boys wide spread thighs.

The boy knew how to answer, but he also knew that as soon as he answered he be in a different kind of pain, the pain of being pinned down, and mounted.

Mounted, like a dog. The boy hated that word.

The audience was waiting, he couldn't see through his lace blindfold but he could feel their anticipation. The whip lashed out again and he wept freely now, he had to say the words,, "I'm a doll, a pretty little stupid fuckable doll." his youthful voice wailed angrily.

"Good boy," the whip didn't lash out again but the weight settled on the boy, pinning him down. He felt the erection, hard against his inner thigh and kept deathly still as though that would stop the inevitable from happening...

"Dammit!" Naruto awoke with a curse.

He should've realized that the man approaching him was no good. No, that wasn't right; any man who approached a twelve year old whore was no good. Naruto should've sensed that this man was worse, but it had been so cold outside. Naruto hated being cold. He remembered those nights from before he was always cold then. He would cut off the heat leaving Naruto no choice but to snuggle closer to that man he hated. That man he hated more than he hated himself. He remembered the pictures…

Naruto shook himself, he would not allow his drugged body to force him to remember, he had to wake up, to open his eyes or else be overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed by the pain of remembering.

At last he managed to open his blue eyes and the first thing Naruto realized was that his abductor was obscenely wealthy. The room he was in screamed money and mocked him in his poverty. Naruto's body still felt like lead but he forced himself to move, he had to get out of here. He couldn't bear the thought of being held captive again. Locked away.

The darkness of the room around him told him even before he finished surveying his surrounding that there were no windows, but looking at the door the lock was the standard one that came with any home. A lock Naruto had learned how to unlock years ago. The hallway was equally dark, and Naruto cursed his luck, "Are there any windows nearby?" he murmured softly. Of course not, that'd be way too easy and you know it. His subconscious remarked snidely.

So instead of making the quick escape he had hoped for, Naruto found himself sneaking around. This place was either a mansion or a hotel. But judging from the lack of people or light, Naruto presumed it was the former. The hallway he stepped into was lengthy and lined with doors, Naruto checked each one but could find no windows, and eventually he stopped and began searching for stairs figuring he was below ground level. He darted up and down the endless passageway ears keenly seeking the slightest noise. Every hair prickled along his body as he raced through the dark, stopping constantly to check cautiously around corners before proceeding. He opened door after door, listening closely for signs of people within before cracking the door open and checking inside for a window.

Naruto's frustration was growing as time went by. He had to find a way out!

He snuck through the hallways no longer checking doors but his ears strained to catch the slightest sound. The sound of footsteps sent him silently into the the nearest room he saw and Naruto felt the bile gather in the back of his throat as the footsteps went past him.

He knew he should follow them, see where they led. Perhaps they led to an exit,or to somewhere where he could get a feel for exactly what kind of situation he had ended up in but the sight that met him in the dimly lit room left him paralyzed in disgust.

The room was empty of people at least, but it was the kind of room Naruto knew all too intimately. There weren't any windows but a small but brightly lit stage illuminated it enough for him to see clearly.

It was a grandiose theatre, but no home should have a theater like this and no businesses would either. "The bastard puts on shows," the cerulean eyed boy gasped in disgust..

Naruto cursed his luck as his morbid need to see the stage drew him closer. The floor leading up to it was plush red carpet, the seats matched in color with rich gold trimming. Naruto didn't see any 'toys' but he knew that they were hidden somewhere. No good M.C. left his goods on display. The room, though larger than the average classroom, was not the size of a real theater, and as Naruto glanced down the first row he saw a stain he would recognize anywhere, "Someone did not enjoy the show..." he said as looking at where vomit, though cleaned up now had left its mark on the carpet.

The stage was not made of wood but rather a seamless non absorbing vinyl and the reason for this was very clear to an experienced 'performer' like Naruto.

"Wood is too absorbent. It's better for you that this is the way that it is, the blood and the semen from your performances will wipe right up," his master smirked holding the young boy by his degrading dog collar, "You'll be in charge of cleaning this stage on nights you don't perform do you understand?" he inquired sternly, the small blonde boy shifted, standing on his toes, so that he could still breathe. He remembered his first master's pictures, he was used to posing, would performing be so much more difficult?

"You know it will," his internal voice remarked bluntly. Naruto tried to stay positive, his old master had sold him, his uncle had sold him, surely he wouldn't be here too long and would get sold again...

"Perform," he said word aloud, he was only 7 but he felt like this was a word he should know. He remembered how his uncle would help him read sometimes, he'd never been to school, but Naruto hadn't liked it, his uncle's hands had always wandered from the pages to rest up under the skirts his uncle made him wear. "Why do I have to wear these?" he had whined. He was five at that time but the beating he'd received for asking such a naughty question had stopped his inquiry.

He was sorry he'd asked, because not long after that his uncle had sold him, to the cruel man who took the photos and kept his room so cold the small child would shiver closer to him and gag on the smell that Naruto could now identify as lust that waved off of him. He'd spent his sixth birthday there, but then even though he'd tried so very hard to be good that man got tired of him too and sold him soon after he'd turned 7.

Perform, the word didn't feel naughty to the child, but photos hadn't seemed so naughty at first. Naruto knew they were naughty photos so why had his master always called him such a good boy?

"Perform," he said the word again, still not quite understanding, and his new master laughed at him moving to pin him underneath his much larger form.

"What a stupid boy you are," the boy's new master said unzipping his pants...

"NO!" Naruto's subconscious screamed viciously at him and he opened his eyes to find himself on his hands and knees on the stage. With an agitate lunge he was on his feet, and he smiled at himself, happy that he had pulled away from the memory, "Stupid boy, even now you're still a fuck toy," he murmured to himself. In the years since your parents died that's never changed." he imagined the smile he was wearing overtaking his face until it could put it back in place.

He was a performer after all.

Naruto listened silently outside the door before going back into the hallway, he had to get out of this place. Being good for nothing but fucking was one thing, but he'd make damn sure he was doing it on his own stage from now on.

The hallway was just the same, and as the boy crept along a laugh filled the hallway. He crept along closer and keeping to the shadows listened to the laugh of a twisted sadistic man. It was a laugh he knew well and it still brought bile to his throat.

"No!" a young voice cried, "Please take it out!"

Whoever it was wouldn't though, rapist never stopped just because you said please it took force to stop them. Like the force of a pencil in the eye.

Naruto stood before the door where the noises were coming from and seeing the orange light that crept from beneath the door knew that there was a window in there and he'd get to it whatever it took. He wished he had a pencil to offer the victim inside but as the room fell silent but for the zipping of pants the blond darted back into the shadows as tall hulking pale figure stepped out and left past him and his hiding spot in the shadows.

The blond watched as the figure retreated and waited patiently then waited patiently.

The silence from the room drew on so much so that the blue eyed boy was certain whatever figure had been crying out from within was sleeping and so it was with quiet confidence that he entered into the room.

The first thing he noticed was how pleasant the greens and browns that colored the room were in the dimness of nightfall, the second that the figure on the floor was most definitely not asleep.

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