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I said its name, but I figured, or hoped, that it would forget like every time I let that name slip out before. Peter was such a plain name. I didn’t understand why I too couldn’t just forget it already. It’s not like anyone used its name. Only me on spare occasions like that.
When I lost my head.
Photographs, portraits, of young Peter Harron appeared in a public elementary school’s cheaply made yearbooks four times. From kindergarten to third grade. In fourth grade, he was listed under “Not Pictured” and by fifth he was left out all together.
With this being the case, there are still records of his existence. I may have a copy of each one, but presumably many of the other kids at that school, and well their parents, must have purchased their own.
Peter had unkept, long, straggly hair in three of the four pictures. In the one from third grade, he managed to tuck his hair back enough that he looked somewhat presentable. He never wore decent clothing, I assumed because his mother either didn’t care to dress him properly for picture day or because she was not able to provide him with any nice clothing to do such in the first place.
When I bought my slave, its name and vital information was handed over to me, but it was no longer the boy named Peter Harron.
That boy, as I could see in various photographs spread through the pages, painted in art class with an old lady’s apron on and listened while a haggard woman read a story in the library. He got shot on during a basketball game at recess. It appeared that his mouth was always open, about to yell something and cause some sort of problem for a teacher to deal with.
The slave I bought was quiet, timid, and polite… and scared. He was naked and bare. And obedient.
Peter Harron was long gone and something unrecognizable occupied its cleaned up body. Trimmed and combed hair. Whitened teeth. Its smile wasn’t the same.
“M… Master…?” It nervously spoke to me the morning after I had first used it.
“Huh?!” I was startled by it waking me as if I had convinced myself I did not purchase a child and rape it overnight. As it was something I concocted in a dream. When I turned and saw it, the reality of the situation came back to me. I had done all that. “Oh.”
“S… s… sorry… I-I-I have to pee, m-may I please—“
“You don’t have to ask me, just go,” I groaned.
It sprung out from the covers and sheets it was buried under and darted across my bedroom. Rules, I recalled, I needed to establish rules and boundaries with it or it would be confused about these sorts of matters. Naturally, it would be afraid I could punish it for every and any little thing. That was clearly what had been happening prior to my purchase.
Getting up out of bed, I walked to the bathroom. And, without going in, because the thing hadn’t closed the door, I tapped on the doorframe.
“Hm?!” Its tiny voice spiked, “—Master?!”
“When you’re finished, I will tell you my rules. Understood?”
“Y-yes, Master! Th-thank you!”
I snickered a little. Receiving thanks so undeservingly was going to take getting used to.
The ten year old that had been sold to me came out of the bathroom as I was tying my robe around my waist. I had nothing for it to wear, but it seemed that hardly mattered given the circumstances. It still had a collar on its neck. The key of which had been given to me. That was the only thing keeping it tied to me, technically. It could have just up and run out of my house, but it would have that metal locked around its neck.
I wasn’t restraining it to a post or putting a heavy weight on the end of a chain like the auction was, and that was probably a mistake. It wasn’t attempting to escape though.
“Uh, Master…?” I spoke up as I stared at it, scanning its body over and accessing what damage, if any, I had caused. A couple of hickeys. None that noticeable unless you knew to look for them as I did. Although, I was sure the damage inside its body was more apparent.
“You are to stay in this house at all times,” I began without much warning, and as a result it flinch due to the base of my voice, “Unless I am occupying you. That includes the front and back yard. Since I have you, I can’t very well have a maid or chef anymore…” I exhaled heavily, “You’ll have to learn to do things. Chores, like cooking and cleaning.”
It nodded. It refused to make direct eye contact with me. I let that go for the moment since I was beginning to understand that must have been its old directive.
“I won’t get angry at you if you have a difficult time at first. So long as you’re improving, I’ll be content. Got it?”
It nodded again. I would later realize that never having a maid or any other hired help was not sustainable. Relying on it to care for my house entirely was impossible. So, that rule was changed.
“Good. I also want you to be naked at all times, unless of course I ask you to wear something. Obviously.” Cautiously, while pretending not to be wary of it, I stepped up to its little body and placed my hands on its shoulders. “Look at my eyes.” It tilted its head slightly so instead of averting, it was staring directly. “Whenever I want to do what we did last night, you will do it.”
The boy nodded.
“I work long, hard hours, it’s tedious, annoying, grueling work so when I return home, you will be ready and eager to please me, do you understand?” It nodded again, but I didn’t think it was capable of understanding what I was saying. “I will show you how to prepare this body of yours for me to use.”
I looked into its eyes, close but far above its lovely face. I wondered if it hated me and what I had done to it. I was curious if it possibly liked me back. Its body didn’t indicate that.
“Go over to my bed.” I ordered.
As I watched it, its pert little behind waddle then climb onto my bed, I said, “You should be able to figure the rest out. Don’t bother me any more than is absolutely necessary. I will be good to you so long as you provide me pleasure. That’s a better deal than I suspect you had before, so you should be thankful.”
Quietly, once again, it nodded at me.
It was so very well-behaved.
So, I was quite surprised when I found various evidence of its past life, how it used to act. My slave was idyllic, more like a doll than a child. I puppeteered it without resistance.
My arms pinned around its thighs, I commandeered over the child’s frame. “Now, it’s the middle of the night, go back to sleep.”
Its eyes widened, “S-sorry!”
It must not have known. I guessed as much since I doubted it would risk waking me, and angering me, at such a contentious time.
“It’s alright,” I picked my hand up and touched its forehead. Brushed its still lightly dampened hair. “Don’t do it again though. This clock will sound when it’s time to get up.” I pointed at the alarm clock on my bedside table, “Until then lie back. If you need to get up and go to the bathroom you may, but if you’re going constantly or if you’re gone too long it will annoy me, so keep that in mind.”
blinked up at me.
“Is there something you do not understand?!”
“N-no I…!” Its high-pitched, boyish voice shook.
“What then?”
“Sorry…” It lowered its head, I let it fall into the palm of my hand.
“Explain, because I don’t understand this behavior,” I huffed, sitting beside it on the bed. I stroked my hand around its ears, like it was a kitten or a puppy. A little pet that I needed to soothe before it got too upset. Admittedly, I liked that sensation.
“You aren’t tying me up… what if—“
“Ah, that,” I sighed. “If you leave, I’ll hire big bad guys to go find you and drag you back, so don’t even try.” Sliding my hands down under its arms, I lifted its body up. The boy didn’t weigh too much on account it was still quite young and likely because it wasn’t getting fed much. Still. I realized then I should probably work out more if intended to keep picking it up all the time going forward.
Laying back I sprawled it on top of me.
I ran my hand down its back, groping at places no adult man should, but clearly many did.
“I’ll trust you, just a little bit, alright?”
“…yes, Master.” It laid its head down on my chest and shut its eyes.
“Are you hurting from before? Did it hurt to go to the bathroom, I mean?”
“No…”
“You can answer honestly,” I pressed my lips to the top of its head.
“Kind of, Master.”
I kissed it and pulled back, “That’s alright. It will get easier in time. You did a fine job.” I praised it maybe more than I rightfully should have and clutched it close to my body. “I’m glad I brought you here.” In just a day I had become so engrossed and deeply attached to a ruined boy of ten years old.