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Chapter 2

"Edward, come with me, we have to get this sub ready for Jacob, and you know he doesn't like to wait."

"Why me? I'm just here taking a breather from the kitchen. I have things to do." Answered Edward uninterested.

"C'mon man I hate going down there, at least come and keep me company."

"Why should I? I don't even like you."

"Ed you are such an idiot. Just come, it will not take long. Did you see how tiny is this thing? He is a really pathetic looking creature." At this Edward furrowed eyebrows rose on his forehead and his face contorted in a mix of disgust and pity.

"Like you are so cute. Let's go, I better keep an eye on you." The servant walked inside the house with Seth in tow. Edward couldn't help but notice the number of horizontal scars on Seth's skin. Some of them slightly elevated but each one of them a testament to some past horror. Edward followed them down two sets of narrow stairs until they arrived at a damp musty room in the basement. It had no furniture with the exception of an old chair, but it had a wood stove and a bathroom with a small shower.

Roughly grabbing Seth's shoulder length hair, the servant who by that point Seth knew was named Peter, gathered his hair in a ponytail before chopping it off with a knife. He then took a razor and shaved Seth's head clean. Seth whimpered internally watching his tresses hit the floor, he always liked wearing his hair long and having his head shaved clean was just the first of a series of humiliating events.

Edward started the shower and pushed Seth inside before handing him the razor. "Shave your face, your crotch, your ass and your armpits. Your master doesn't like his subs to have body hair. Then take that soap and clean yourself really good, get all the grime from under your nails and your ears." Seth hastily did as the servant instructed knowing that it would be detrimental for him if he made the master angry on his first day there.

"If you want to survive you have to be respectful and know your place. You should never speak unless you're asked something and given permission to answer. You'll pleasure the master each time he wants and any way he wants. Every morning a servant will bring his breakfast and he will release you. Depending on his schedule that day you'll probably get your first fuck session of the day. When he is done you'll go to the small bathroom in his suite and jump in the shower. Don't let your master find any filth on you or you'll pay in blood and pain." Explained Edward.

"Have you been trained?" Asked Peter, when Seth didn't answer him he motioned to slap him but Edward stopped him.

"Idiot, you didn't give him permission to speak, don't punish him for your stupidity."

"Answer my question dog!" Bellowed Peter after giving Edward a glare. If looks could kill Edward would have passed to form part of the histories of their people.

"Yes sir I have been trained" Answered Seth in a small voice, one of the trademarks of the submissives.

"For your sake I hope your previous master did a good job." Edward's voice had a tint of sadness and compassion in it.

"Hurry up" Ordered Peter impatiently "I hate being down here, it's creepy."

Seth stepped out of the shower and dried hastily before being directed to the sink to brush his teeth. After what they called the sanitizing routine was over they directed him toward a different set of stairs than the one they used to go down to the basement. This time they climbed four sets of stairs that encompassed two floors. Arriving at what Seth could guess was the second floor; they walked through a wide hallway.

The small submissive felt even smaller among all the grandiosity in front of him. The floors were pure marble and multiple works of art hung from the walls. The walls were painted in different shades of yellow, brown, squash and white. He could see beautiful flower arrangements on top of a few console tables that were pushed against the walls. The whole area smelled like roses and looked bright and clean. He couldn't help to chuckle internally thinking that he had never seen such a beautiful dungeon.

For all practical purposes this would be his jail, he would never be allowed to leave without being escorted by his master or somebody appointed by him. It was not like he could escape. His master would find him in matter of minutes. Even if Jacob didn't find him, anybody he bumped into, would surely deliver him back to his master. That would be the shortest reunion ever; even before he could draw a breath he would be dead. He wasn't even sure if given the opportunity he could make any type of decisions. It had been so long since he had to think on his own. Since he phased at fourteen and was initiated as a submissive slave, he had not been able to decide anything about his life or his body. The only decision he was faced with on a daily basis was to die or to live one more day. To die was easy, he just needed to provoke his master so he would kill him or take matters into his own hands and phase while wearing his collar. The thought had crossed his mind, but he was a survivor. He was one of those people who could live under impossible circumstances, which was sadly funny since he was considered to be very weak.

As they moved down the long hallway he saw several closed doors very far apart from each other and wondered where those doors lead to. One of these doors would lead to his prison, to the place where he would be exposed to the biggest degradation and the worse crippling pain. He only had two masters in his life, but he was well aware that for a sub he had lived a long life. Most subs never made it pass their early twenties, many not even making it out of their teens. At his age he could be considered ancient.

"This is your stop, dog" Announced Peter.

They stood in front of a set of heavy carved doors that looked rustic and ornate at the same time. Made from a rich mahogany wood, it was carved with rows of concentric squares that allowed the rich grain of the wood to come through and be enjoyed. For such a heavy looking door it didn't make a sound opening smoothly and without effort.

After the group stepped inside the room Seth couldn't help feeling like his breath was stuck inside his throat unwilling to leave or enter his body. The bedroom had to be the size of a small house. To the right he could see a study with a huge desk covered in papers and books. The wall right behind the desk had floor to ceiling bookshelves flanking a glass window. From the distance Seth couldn't discern the titles of the books but hoped that he would be allowed to read at least one of them. Until the day he phased he had been a good student and enjoyed learning. He always tried his hardest in an effort to compensate in the eyes of his father his many shortcomings.

The seating area consisted of two white couches, a coffee table and two side tables with a lamp on each one. After passing the sitting area they entered the main sleeping room. Pushed against the wall was a double king size canopy bed with a dark brown finish and marble accents. The headboard was upholstered in fine leather. The oversize pillar bedposts had rich and intricate ornamental details topped with bracketed moldings. The antique brass finished hardware was the crown jewel of this ode to opulence. The bed was unmade but even from the distance he guessed it was very soft and comfortable. He hadn't been able to sleep in a bed in so many years he doubted he could, even if given the opportunity.

"Welcome to the last room you'll ever inhabit since there had never been a sub able to leave this room for good while still alive."

"Stop it Peter, there is no need to be cruel, you're scaring the kid." Scolded Edward. Seth could see that while Peter was insensitive and cruel, Edward had a good heart.

"I'm not being cruel Ed, just realistic. You know as well as I do how Jacob treats his subs." Explained Peter in a no-nonsense tone.

Edward seemed thoughtful for a minute before he added. "He is right kid, though luck." He stopped to take a breath before continuing, it was obvious that the task of introducing Seth to his new environment troubled him tremendously.

"Through that door you'll find your master's bathroom and the dressing room. Yours is the small adjoining bathroom, you can enter it through the door on the right" Seth made mental notes of everything he was being shown, he knew nobody would answer any questions and expect him to know all the answers. He peeked inside the bathroom, on the far end he could see a spa tub and what he guessed was part of the shower door. There were clothes and towels on the floor and the sink cabinet. Seth thought he had his work cut off for him, organizing that room was going to probably take him a day or two.

"It will be your responsibility to keep the room and the bathrooms clean. You'll change the bed linens every day, especially since they will usually have blood on them, your blood." Seth felt a momentary chill all over his body, knowing that his fate had been sealed the minute he walked inside that room. "You will do your own laundry by hand but you don't have to do your master's laundry, you have to sort the laundry and put the hampers out in the hallway as early as possible. They will be returned to the same spot in the afternoon."

"Your master is a very private person and prefers to enjoy his meals in his room. You must never, you hear me, never, eat any of his food. It doesn't matter if he is done and full as a tick, don't touch his food. He will feed you whatever he determines you deserve and/or need. Are you getting all this?" Seth nodded affirmatively "I hope so, for your own good and for mine. I'm tired of giving the same speech every week" Peter's tone was one of disdain. It was very troubling that he wouldn't want to be bothered with giving the same speech every week but didn't care of the reason he had to train a new sub every week. Seth blanched at the realization that his new master was as horrible as Michael said he was. His gut told him that was the case from the moment he set eyes on him. He still prayed and hoped he was mistaken.

"Your master will be here shortly, I hope you're ready. He disposed of his last sub several days ago and by now is probably horny as a three balled tomcat." Added Peter with a look that seemed dangerously like pity, very unlikely, since pity was an emotion that would never be wasted on a sub.

"Come." He pulled Seth toward the wall right behind the dining table. There it was, Seth had been asking himself since the moment he set foot inside that beautiful room were his chain would be located. Hidden by the table was a heavy chain with one end bolted to the wall, the other end had a hook that would lock on the ring on his collar. As expected there was no bed, not even a blanket on the cold floor.

"Anytime the master walks in the room you should go on your knees with your eyes on the floor, if you have been trained like you claimed you have, you should know that. I hope you remember because it may save your life." Explained Edward, he was making sure to do everything in his power to prolong Seth's life. The sub got on his knees and Edward proceeded to lock the chain in place.

"Good luck little one." Said Edward with a sad melancholic tone to his voice.

After the servants left the room Seth sat on the floor relaxing for the first time since the day started. He ran a hand over his scalp and felt a strange sensation from the lack of hair. It was a shame; he had always managed to keep his shoulder length hair, the only sign of individuality he had been allowed to preserve; now he didn't even have that. He felt the all familiar sting in his eyes as they filled with tears, but collected himself wiping them clean. It was common knowledge that no master liked seeing a sub cry; more than one sub had been killed because of that terrible infraction.

From the position of the sun as it came through the window he deduced it should be between two or three in the afternoon. He began studying the room in more detail when he heard the swooshing sound as the door was quickly opened and closed. Heavy footsteps approached him quickly and the scent he had detected as belonging to Jacob reached him. Immediately he kneeled with his hands by his sides and his eyes locked on the floor concentrating on the design on the tiles so he wouldn't be even slightly tempted to lift his gaze and look at his master.

"That's more like it; at least those two idiots got it right this time."

"Stand up!" Seth stood up quickly, but kept his head hung low and his eyes on the floor, he didn't even dare to move his arms not wanting to risk any misunderstanding. Jacob ran his rough hand over Seth's hairless chest and crotch.

"Nice, I guess the servants already told you, but since I can't trust anybody to give exact instructions, I have to do it myself, but be warned I will only tell you once. If I have to repeat myself I'll be very tempted to break something, preferably your face. You understand?" Seth nodded affirmatively knowing very well that no noise should escape his lips, no matter what.

"Good, you know not to speak. You must always be clean and hairless. You'll sleep chained since I can't trust anybody, especially a filthy sub who may be very tempted to try to kill me in my sleep. Not that you would succeed but I will give you plenty of reasons to wish me dead. In the morning a servant will release you I expect you to be clean and ready for anything I want when I wake up. You'll fetch my tray for lunch and dinner, my food better get here still warm or you'll regret opening your eyes that morning. Are you following? Answer!"

"Yes master" Something in Seth's voice made his new master tone down the meanness by one percent, not much, but something.

"You will never touch my food, I don't care if you're hungry I'll feed you when I feel like it. If I forget, who cares? I've learned subs are more resilient than they appear."

"Now the fun part… I'll take your mouth and your ass as many times as I see fit, you're my property and I intend to get my money's worth. The only time you'll climb on my bed is when I tell you to come over so I can fuck you. As soon as I'm done you'll get off and run to the bathroom to get cleaned up, that is if you can run; if you cannot even walk I don't care as long as you are ready for when I want to take you again."

"Can your tiny brain comprehend what I'm saying?" Seth only nodded affirmatively since he was not told to speak.

"You seem like a smart one, at least you seem to be properly trained, saves me the trouble. Now come suck me I got hard as soon as I got a whiff of your scent." A subs scent was very enticing to any dominant, which was one of the reasons why initially they came up with the idea of using subs as sex slaves.

Seth's master moved toward the bed sure that Seth was following him. When he realized that was not the case he jumped in front of his new sub and slapped him so hard he almost knocked him off his feet.

"I take it back; you are an idiot, just like every other sub I've ever met. If you're looking for excuses to get on my bad side let me tell you I'm not someone you want to have as an enemy. Now move before I drag you myself!" Since Seth couldn't speak he walked until the chain yanked him back. He held it up for his master to see and unlock it.

"Fuck, you're stuck to the wall." He walked towards the sub unlocking the chain with the key that hung around his neck, allowing it to fall to the floor with a loud clink.

Jacob removed his pants before getting in bed where he sat sprawled before Seth. "What are you waiting for? Get my cock in your mouth!"

Seth climbed carefully on the bed making an effort not to move too forcefully and disturb his master. He was leaning down toward his master's groin when a big hand grabbed his face painfully. "Be warned, if you scrape me with your teeth you'll lose them, I'll pull them out myself." Seth made a mental note to keep his teeth below the line of his lips to avoid any accidents. He lowered himself toward the awaiting head encasing it in his moist cave. The sub couldn't help but feel his body reacting to the flavor and the scent of his new master. It was not at all unpleasant, he had an intense musky smell, he had probably been exercising for hours before Seth arrived, theory that was confirmed by the salty flavor.

"Oh fuck, that's what I'm talking about" Jacob closed his eyes to bask in the sexual pleasure and slight tremors rippled through his chiseled stomach and his legs. His breathing quickened, his rhythmic heartbeat fast and strong. He was definitely enjoying himself; there was no doubt about it. Seth would pop out the head to lick its whole length finishing by applying kitten kisses on the glistening head. Jacob's breathing became ragged to the point he started growling. He started bucking against Seth's mouth while moaning loudly.

Seth's movements were stilled by two meaty hands holding him on each side of the head. "Stop blowing me, I want to fuck your ass, on all fours now!" Bellowed Jacob with difficulty. Seth did as instructed and in one swift motion Jacob buried himself to a hilt. Without giving the sub one second to get used to the intrusion, he began pounding him to his complete delight. Of course he wouldn't have any kind of consideration; as far as Jacob was concerned Seth was nothing but a way to release his anger and sexual frustration.

Seth bit his lips so hard to avoid screaming he drew blood and the coppery taste filled his mouth. At least he had been able to get his master's cock wet, which aided the penetration. He tried his best to stabilize himself on the soft bed, but his master was charging at him like a blood thirsty bull. His whole body would slide forward each time Jacob brutally pushed his length inside him. His moaning was loud, not caring if anybody heard him.

As he had done on many occasions the sub tried to get his mind away from the humiliation he was going through by fantasizing. He had a vivid imagination and used it to escape his horrific reality. In his fantasies he would invariably be a strong and kind dominant that made his whole family proud. Sometimes he would be a soldier whose acts of heroism granted him a spot in the histories of their people. But his favorite one was simply watching himself as a parent, raising his children besides a beautiful woman.

"Oh fuck, you feel so good." Grunted Jacob breathlessly, bringing Seth back to reality.

"I hope you last, because you have a sweet ass, sub."

"Oh shit I'm gonna cum. Tense up, tighten yourself around me." Ordered the master.

"Fuck yes!" Exclaimed Jacob as he emptied himself deep within his sub.

They were both panting exhausted and covered in sweat but for different reasons. While Jacob was basking in the results of his sexual rapture, Seth was grateful it was over. The intrusion had been especially painful since his master was huge in the downstairs department. Jacob pulled out of him and collapsed on the bed, Seth weakened arms and legs shook under him and he realized the only reason he had not fallen on his face was because his master was holding him. Gathering all his strength he started moving to get off the bed per the instructions he received earlier, but he was not fast enough.

"Get off my fucking bed dog, I warned you." As soon as the last syllable left his lips he kicked Seth on his side knocking him off the bed and onto the area rug the bed rested on. His side was sore and he could already see a bruise forming, Jacob probably cracked a rib or two. He didn't whimper and much less complain, just picked himself up and walked to the bathroom with a pronounced limp that made his master laugh.

"Oh yeah, left you limping, at least you can still walk. Enjoy it because by the end of the day you will probably have to crawl to get around."

"Get cleaned up and come back, you have five minutes."

Seth ran to the bathroom the best he could jumping in the shower and concentrating on washing his abused backside and his thighs on which he could feel the dry blood streaks. The moment his master impaled him he felt blood trickling down his leg and prayed that none of it got on the bed. He dried himself and walked back to the bedroom to put himself again at his master's service.

The rest of the day passed with one sexual encounter after the other. The sub lost count of the number of times his master took him, he only knew that his lips were cracked and bleeding and the same went for his asshole. Seth was sore to the point he couldn't walk anymore. In addition he was extremely weak because of the lack of nourishment. He had not eaten anything for twenty four hours, which was not a big deal for humans but for a shifter it was the equivalent of three or four days without food.

From his spot on the floor Seth observed as the different colors filtered through the windows, it changed from white sunlight, to pale orange and red ending with darkness enveloping the room. By the time his master got off the bed satisfied, tired and hungry all the sub could see through the window was the pale moonlight.

"Fuck I'm starving and the kitchen staff is probably waiting for you"

"Can you walk?" Asked Jacob

Seth nodded negatively while kneeling on a small puddle of his own blood.

"What the hell, I'll go get it myself. Just for being a worthless peace of shit incapable of taking a few steps, today you don't get dinner. That will show you." Said Jacob as he left the room.

The moment his master stepped out of the room Seth crumbled to the floor lying on his side. His backside was throbbing. His arms and legs were sore from holding himself up while taking the brutal attack to which his master subjected him. He cursed his fate and his life. Wondering why he insisted on staying alive, there had to be a purpose, a point to all his suffering. He made a monumental effort to stay awake even though he was exhausted; he knew his master would be back soon and if he was found sleeping that would earn him a punishment.

As expected after a couple of hours Jacob came back in the room. By then Seth's healing had picked up and at least his bleeding stopped. Unfortunately the minute his master took him he would start losing blood again. He looked at his new sub kneeling on shaky legs in a small puddle of dry blood and felt disgusted. His repulsion was such he just curled his fingers toward his palm, bent his elbow and swung his arm towards Seth's face. The moment his fist connected with the subs face Jacob felt a slight satisfaction, knowing he was a far superior specimen and the miserable creature in front of him who was not even fit to shine his shoes. The sub fell backwards already unconscious when his head hit the floor.

Jacob licked his knuckles clean and chained Seth to the wall before crawling in bed for the night. He glanced in the subs direction feeling a tinge of guilt. His new slave behaved like the perfectly trained submissive he was, but Jacob still felt necessary to punish him for bleeding on the floor. He never cared or worried about any of this, why was this occasion any different? He had even killed subs in the first few hours without ever feeling any remorse, what made this little dog different? He shook all the thoughts away and decided to call it a night.