Fan Fiction ❯ The Pet ❯ Chapter 1

^_^ I made a sequel!! Don't you guys just love me? Well if you haven't read the first story, please back out of this one and read Jordan Potter first. Well….I guess this kinda stands a little on its own, but it will make more sense if you read the other one first. It's easy to find. Just click my name and look for the one called Jordan Potter. Thanks and enjoy!

This is set a year after Daimion surrendered himself into Kalin's arms to save his true love, Jordan. Jordan and Daimion are 16 and Kalin is 17.

I dedicate this fic to the one guy who knows me best, Taka (Daimion's character is based on him) and to his lover Sirus (Jordan's character is based on him). ^_^ Thanks a lot you two for all your support!

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He stood there shivering in the dark, dressed in nothing but leather shorts that were way to small. Each wrist had a leather bracelet around it (if you could call it that) and a collar was snapped securely around his throat. A gold ID tag hung from the collar, his name engraved on it. Written under his name was 'Property of Kalin Mathers'. He chose this fate when he gave himself up to save Jordan…but since he belonged to Kalin, why was he constantly punished if he did nothing bad? Daimion shivered hard and hugged his arms to his body. How long had it been since he had eaten? Or slept even. It seemed that Kalin wanted him to pass out from exhaustion or starvation before he would be allowed to sleep or eat.

"Please…" he whispered, his voice sounding pitiful and he knew it. It was so quiet he knew no one would ever hear him but he tried again.

"Please someone…please help me…"

A door slammed and he spun quickly. Backing himself into a corner, Daimion looked up at his master, who had just returned from classes.

"And how is my little pet today," Kalin purred and stroked Daimion's head. "I hope you were a good boy. I would hate to have to punish you again." Daimion swallowed and nodded quickly.
"Yes master," he forced out. "I have been good." Kalin looked him over slowly, before reaching down to squeeze the ever hard length between Daimion's legs. The blonde wasn't allowed to ever have the release he so desperately wanted, no matter what happened. Daimion whimpered at the contact and thrust his hips forward against Kalin's questing hands, silently begging for more. Kalin drew his hand back and slapped Daimion across the face, glaring down at him.

"Pitiful bitch," he spat. "You're nothing more than a toy to me. A sex object I use for only my pleasure." Daimion lay there on the ground as Kalin went away, most likely to the shower to clean himself off after a day of classes. As soon as the door closed behind the Aussie boy, Daimion broke down and sobbed, tears coursing down his bruised cheeks.

With a soft whine Daimion tossed and rolled over, hugging his pillow to his chest as he lay in a bundle of blankets. It took a moment for him to realize he was awake, and not in the cold place he had been dreaming of. He looked around slowly, holding his blankets around him. He was in his own bed. That meant Kalin hadn't came for him in the middle of the night to use him as a sex toy.

"Only a dream…" he whispered to himself as he laid back down, then frowned. He had broken into a cold sweat during his dreams, and his sheets were soaked. With a sigh he pulled himself out of bed and padded towards the boys bathroom. As soon as he stepped in he was greeted by a wave of warm steam. Someone was already in the showers. (AN: It's kind of like a locker room, just lines of showers, no stalls, everyone sees everyone)

"Hello?" Daimion asked quietly. He could feel the cold metal of his ID tag that hung on his collar touch his bare chest as he looked around. He could hear the showers running and slowly crept forward. Last time I was this scared about going for a shower I was a first year…he thought and slipped from his boxers. With complete silence he slipped into the showers, enjoying the warmth of the steam.

"Who's in here?" he asked again.

"It's just me Dai," a voice replied. Daimion grinned and walked down to the back of the shower room. He caught a glimpse of red hair and smiled wider.

"You scared me for a moment Tristan," he said as he came up beside his friend. "I thought it was…" Daimion's voice trailed off but it didn't take long to figure out who Daimion had thought was in the showers.

"I know man, but I doubt Kalin would be coming in here anyway. I heard that one of the professors caught him out of bed this morning when he was coming back from here. They might kick him out of the school if he tries it again," Tristan told his friend. Daimion smirked and reached for the shampoo Tristan offered him. The two washed themselves in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the water, before Tristan turned to Daimion.

"Have you heard from Jordan?" he asked. Daimion shook his head and rinses the conditioner from his hair.

"Not since he let his parents transfer him to that all boys Academy over in the West," he told him. "I miss him a lot. But it's not like I could talk to him anyways. If Kalin found out we were talking he'd punish me…more than usual." Tristan winced and set a sympathetic hand on Daimion's shoulder.

"We'll find a way to get you away from him Dai, don't you worry. And if anything, I can owl Jordan for you and tell you what he writes back." Daimion grinned and threw his arms around Tristan in a tight hug.

"That would be great!" he said happily. Tristan smiled and hugged him back, enjoying the feeling of Daimion's wet and soap slicked body against his own. I'd do anything for you Daimion…

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O.O! Daimion's truly Kalin's pet and he's plotting ways to communicate with Jordan. But Tristan seems to have a little…crush on his friend. Will this ruin Daimion's plans to hear from his lover, or will Tristan ignore his hormones and help the boys he's crushing on. Find out next!

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