Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Breaking Point ❯ Day 4 ( Chapter 4 )

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Jamie and Esme FINALLY do it..twice...and Esme has a little "meeting" with Jamie's former owner Harrold Jones.

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Jamie slept for some time. When he woke though, he found that he was no longer feeling feverish. He felt a lot better. The illness had finally passed. He sighed softly as he said up. He stretched his arms out. His body wasn't as sore as it had been either. His injuries had had time to heal.

Esme was asleep in the chair, his romance novel half falling off his chest as he slept, he was utterly beautiful and it was sad. Slowly stirring he moaned out a little, only half way waking up as he rolled just barely so that his head tipped from the back of the chair. He looked so relaxed, more relaxed than he had been in the last three days.

Jamie watched Esme sleeping. He wondered what he was going to do. He thought for a moment. He didn't want to wake up Esme. He could probably try another escape. Would Esme wake before he got to the fence and was it on right now?

A soft breath that sounded suspiciously like Jamie's name came from Esme's lips as he lolled in the chair; Esme had always slept like a child. It was almost always a deep sleep that could be easily disturbed, he slept in the most uncomfortable positions but somehow he was comfortable in them. He whimpered a little then, like he was having a nightmare, more soft breathy croons of Jamie's name came and after a moment Esme suddenly jerked to the side like he was having a seizure. His nails clawed at the arm of the chair for a moment then he fell silent again and stilled.

"Jamie, don't g...", he mumbled, still very asleep, his voice fading at the end; the book fell to the floor its pages bending and fluttering when it did. What was Esme dreaming about?

Esme couldn't breathe, he was in a vast abyss of nothingness, no air, no feeling, it was like he was in touch less water that neither wetted where it touched nor resisted when he moved. He looked to the left, nothing; to the right, also nothing; up and down and around, still nothing. Where was he?

Feeling eyes on him he looked up suddenly to see Jamie standing there watching him. He reached a hand for him, but he couldn’t reach him and it was all he could do.

“Jamie?”, the word left his mouth in a bare whisper, the boy turned and started walking away. Esme was immediately up and chasing after him, his legs felt heavy and it was so difficult to run. He called the slave’s name over and over again, but not once did Jamie react to him; he didn’t even turn to look back at him. Suddenly he tripped and fell, no, Jamie was still walking! He was leaving him!

“Jamie”, he called desperately, “Jamie, don’t go!”, tears welled in his eyes, why was he crying?

Esme jolted awake, his body jumping as though he had just been burned; his eyes opened and he looked, feeling slightly disoriented from his sudden interface with reality. Tears were dripping down his cheeks, not small tears either, it had been a long time since he had cried be it from a dream or not. His gaze locked on Jamie.

Jamie was actually very surprised that the other started to mutter his name over and over. What the hell was that about? He thought for a moment and continued to watch. He wondered what Esme was dreaming about. Then he saw the tears when the man looked at him, after waking. "What is going on? Why are you crying? I didn't go anywhere. I'm still sitting on the bed," he said to him.

Esme's hand slowly made it's way to his face, his fingertips finding the remnants of the tears that had passed over his cheeks. It had been a dream? He looked away from Jamie then, giving a shallow but bitter laugh as he sat up, forcing his body to bend in a way that was unnatural looking.

"I thought that-", he stopped, no, he couldn't say that, not to someone like Jamie, so he lied.

"I'm fine, it's nothing"

Jamie watched Esme and he sighed. "Whatever," he said as he got out of bed. He stretched out and ran a hand through his blond hair. He looked at Esme and then walked towards the door. "I'm going to explore," he said.

Esme was instantly scrambling up, trying his best not to look desperate.

"Can- would you like me to go with you?", he asked, "I could show you around the grounds...give you a little history about the estate?" Praying the boy said yes, though he would be accompanying him either way, the immortal stood there and waited for an answer.

Jamie glanced at Esme and then opened the door. "I think I can manage on my own. Plus, history is boring," he said. "Why learn about the past of something you have no interest in?" It was kind of stupid to him. Then again, he was only a slave.

The immortal felt a little put out but still paced towards him.

"I'll go with you anyway", he said lightly, locking his gaze with the boys; daring him to tell him otherwise. He glanced at his cane that was in the umbrella bin beside the door behind Jamie, then turned his eyes back on Jamie.

Jamie turned his head slightly. "Whatever," he said. "I'm not going to talk to you." He walked out of the room and decided to ignore Esme's presence, just to see what happened. It would be funny if it affected the male.

Esme was instantly up and following after the boy, grabbing his cane on the way out. Pacing after the boy, he eyed the boy up the back, another reason that Jamie interested him, he was cute as hell.

"If you have questions, feel free to ask."

Jamie heard what Esme said, but he didn't respond. He moved forward and went towards the garden once more. He walked to the fountain and wondered what he should do. Should he make a run for the fence? No, Esme would have it turned on by then.

Esme walked in silence, how long would this go on. Would Jamie end up talking to him in the end? Was his tenderness for the last two days worthless? He hoped not because then he would really feel like shit, he was already feeling pretty bad due to the fact that he was in denial about growing attached to the boy.

Jamie put his hand in the water. How could he make a big enough distraction to get somewhere to hide from Esme? Was there a way? He didn't know if there was. He didn't feel sick anymore, but would that mean that Esme would go back to punishing him?

Esme looked up suddenly.

"What are you touching?", he asked, craning a little to see. He tapped his cane on the floor, prompting an answer.

Jamie didn't even give Esme a glance and he didn't respond. He just let his hand stay in the water. What else would he be touching? That was really a stupid question.

"Please don't stick your hands in the water, it's filtered for my fish", the immortal pointed to the large koi fish swimming in the fountain. When the boy continued, he pulled the boys hand out of the fountain violently. The look on his face suddenly changing, his grip on the boys wrist almost painful as he spoke in a soft, strict voice.

"I said please don't stick your hands in the water"

Jamie tried to pull his hand away from Esme. "Let me go!" he shouted. He tried to get his wrist free. He attempted to kick Esme in an attempt to get free.

The immortal quickly stepped back a little, not releasing him and hitting the boy’s ankle with his cane when the boy tried to kick him.

"Why should I?", he snapped, his grip becoming just a little tighter as he pulled the boy suddenly closer to him. So close that the boy couldn't get enough room to kick him.

Jamie was surprised when he was pulled closer to him. He struggled against Esme. "Let me go!" he shouted. He was not sure why, but ever since his first master, he hated being held close like this.

It didn't take much effort on Esme's part to twist the boys arm behind his back by his wrist and he watched the boys face waiting for the pain to hit him.

"Next time I tell you something", he hissed, "you will listen" Then he released him, watching the slave to see what he would do. Would he run?

Jamie felt the pain, but he didn't show it. He just showed anger. He heard what he said and moved away. He did run. He didn't care right now. He didn't care if he would be punished. He would try to escape, try anything to stay away from Esme.

"That's right!", Esme screamed after him, "Run!", waiting until Jamie had disappeared, the immortal clicked the intercom on the wall, "turn on the electric fence and catch him", he demanded, knowing that the second that he had finished saying it the order had already been carried out, "do not be gentle with him"

He stood there, silent for a moment before he turned and hit the wall with his cane. Then he hit it again and again and again; over and over, not even stopping when a hole was produced, he just hit it harder, taking his frustration on the plaster, drywall and light yellowy manila paint. Finally he stood there panting and looking at the hole that he had created. It was a large hole, his parents would have been furious if they had been alive. He turned to leave, hitting the wall one more time before setting off at a run down the hall, he had to find Jamie.

Jamie found that the fence was on. He didn't stay for a second like he had the last time. He knew that there would be people after him this time. He ran as he could, trying to find a way out of here. He didn't know what all he was going to do. He wondered if he would be able escape. He had to get out of here before someone found him.

Esme raced towards the stables, would Jamie be there? He slammed the doors open; no. He looked around feeling his resolve starting to wither. Where was he? Was he anywhere? Wasting no time, the immortal turned and ran back to where they had found the slave the first time that he had gone; again he wasn't there

He wheeled around, where was he? His eyes snared on the garden, could he have been there? It was a possibility, he ran towards the garden. It was her garden, ever since Esme could remember, his mother had had that garden, she had refused to let anyone else work in it. His running steps clicked on the cobblestones as he ran, no, Jamie couldn't be there, that was a special place, a cursed place.

Jamie was there. He was there and he was trying to find a place to hide. He had to find a place to hide because he didn't want Esme to find him. He didn't want to be found. He looked around for the best place to hide. There should be some place in this garden for him to hide, right? There had to be.

At the very back of the garden was a huge weeping willow whose crown was large enough to shelter a small army. At it's base was a plaque that read:

"To my darling Amaria, with love", a small bench was hidden to the side of the tree and looked like it had once been very beautiful. Even with the rust and oxidation it was still very pretty in it's own right, it looked like someone had put their soul into making it.

The gate creaked a little as Esme's fingers wrapped around it, he stood there panting for a moment.

Jamie saw the weeping willow. It was beautiful. He read the plaque and then looked around the tree, finding the bench. He ran his fingers over the rusted metal. He then looked back at the tree, wondering if he would be able to climb it and hide in the tree itself.

Esme advanced into the garden, it was just as he remembered it, lush and green and wild, always wild. His mother had loved wild flowers, she had loved how they grew, how they looked, the life that they produced. Never had he questioned it, he never had to.

He stopped at the first growth, it was a rose bush, beautiful as ever it had been, though it had gotten much bigger since he had last been in this garden, it just showed how long it had really been.

Jamie started to climb the tree. It put strain on some of his wounds, but not enough to open them. He got pretty high up, hidden in the branches and leaves of the weeping willow. He rested when he felt like he had gone high enough.

Deciding that finding Jamie was a little more important than reminiscing over just how long he had locked himself away from the world, the immortal continued onward through the garden. Jamie was no where in sight, finally he got to the large willow tree.

"Where could he be?", he asked the tree softly, "if he's hurt again I-", he stopped and sighed, "I'd never forgive myself for not protecting him from myself..."

Jamie couldn't see much below him, but he could hear just fine and he knew that Esme was down there. He stayed completely still so that nothing would indicate that he was in the tree. He had to stay up there until Esme left or gave up the search for him.

He laughed a little and reared back his hand to hit the tree but faltered and just ended up hitting his hand against the trunk.

"I don't know what I am doing anymore", he groaned, his head dropping, "he's gone, mom...and- I can't find him..." He pulled away from the tree and started to pace.

"Granted I haven't looked everywhere but-what if he doesn't come back?"

Jamie could hear Esme talking. Who was he talking to? Oh well. He wasn't going to worry about that. He didn't move as he waited for Esme to leave. Hopefully he would leave soon.

Esme felt his legs giving out from beneath him but he forced himself to stay standing, this garden was having a bad effect on him. Turning away then he slowly started walking back towards the gate, he had no time to be miserable right now, he had to find Jamie.

"Jamie~", he called, knowing that the boy wouldn't come to him, no matter how much he wanted him to.

Jamie stayed in the tree. He was getting really tired. He might just stay the night in the tree. He wasn't sure yet. He just needed to wait for Esme to be gone.

Esme did leave the garden, but he didn't go far because before he had gotten out of the garden, the sound of leaves rustling had met his ears. So, making sure that he was out of sight before he did it, he slid against the wall and waited beside the only gate into the garden. He was out of sight, there was no way that anyone within the garden would see him until they were already beside him.

Jamie climbed out of the tree. He looked around. It looked like Esme was gone. He could leave the garden now. He moved quickly to the gate. IF he could get out of here, he might be able to find a real escape route.

Esme’s breath hitched when he heard Jamie’s approach, he had to do maneuver this correctly otherwise it wouldn’t end the way he wanted it to. Pressing himself flatter against the wall he listened for any indication of Jamie moving away from the expected path. One step out of line and Esme would have had to change his strategy, not too much but still, it could complicate things a little bit.

His lungs were starting to burn, but he didn’t care, he was too focused on the task at hand.

Jamie seemed to do exactly what Esme wanted. He came to the gate and exited it. He could now find a better place to hide or even a way out of here.

Quick as a flash Esme grabbed the slave's wrist and slammed him against the wall, pressing him to the cool brick with all of his body. When the boy struggled he only pressed harder wanting the boy to stop moving but not wanting to hurt him either.

"Jamie...", he tested, he was both elated and terrified, happy that he'd found him, but scared that he would run from him when he spoke.

Jamie was surprised when he was grabbed. He struggled against the hold on him. He heard the voice. It was Esme. "Let go of me!" he shouted, trying to get free.

Esme held onto the boy tightly, pressing his body to Jamie's in an attempt to hold him down.

"Calm yourself", he said gently, "I wont hurt you", god how that was a devils lie. Why would Jamie believe him even if it was true, he had hurt the boy more than once in the three days they had been together. There was no reason for the boy to believe him, to forgive him for what he had done up until now and Esme knew that he had no right to the boys forgiveness in the first place.

"Jamie", he whispered in a lover's tone, his hold on the boy becoming all but gentle even in it's firm state, "I'm sorry...", he whispered. The boy had wanted to escape, he had wanted to run and find a way out of this place; Esme had no proof that the boy would accept his apology. But somehow it still bowed from his lips, it still came forth in the most barest of tones and breathed that it was real.

Jamie struggled against Esme. He couldn't get free. He really couldn't get away from Esme. He didn't know what he was going to do. "Let me go!" he shouted. He didn't know why, but he didn't like the way that Esme was talking. He couldn't trust anyone. He couldn't do anything.

The immortal wanted the boy to believe him, more than he had ever wanted something in his life. He wanted him to trust him, to know without question that what Esme said was the truth. Desperately he turned the boy and quickly pressed his mouth against Jamie's lips in a forceful but sweet kiss. Hands flew into Jamie's hair, a body pressed tight against the slave and all at once Esme felt like the world had lifted away from them. He felt complete, whole, and almost forgot that this kiss wasn't supposed to be a real kiss; though it was turning into one.

Jamie was rather surprised. The only thing keeping their bodies from being completely pushed together now was his own hands, which were in fists, against Esme's chest. He hadn't expected to be kissed. His hands were only free because Esme's were in his hair and holding his head basically. He didn't like this, it was getting way too real. He didn't need this. He couldn't give in. He couldn't trust Esme, he just couldn't. He attempted to pull away, but his back was already to a wall, so was his head. He tried pushing against Esme's chest, trying to push the taller male away from him.

But Esme didn't want to be pushed away, he pressed harder against the boy, tipping Jamie's head up so he could deepen the kiss. Surprisingly, instead of his tongue invading the boy’s mouth, Esme traced it along the boy’s lower lip, not demanding for entrance but begging for it.

Jamie couldn't believe this. He didn't like this or want it. He couldn't push Esme away. He felt the tongue and he tried to shake his head. He tried to turn his head to get away from Esme's affection.

Releasing the boy suddenly, Esme stepped away from him looking enigmatically hurt, had Jamie just-rejected him? He brought his arms up to hug himself, looking away before turning and leaving. He said not a word and then he was gone, vanished into thin air. Leaving Jamie to be caught by the rough handed guards and not by the affectionate Esme.

Jamie was relieved that Esme had stopped. Jamie had many bad memories that kept him so stubborn and so easy to judge people by their actions. He had completely forgotten that he had still been running from guards and stuff like that. He was too shocked, was that the word, yes shocked to really move right now. He was leaning on the wall for support.

Esme rounded the side of the building in time to see two guards sneaking their way silently and quickly towards Jamie and he wheeled around going back around the corner of the building in time to see the guards pin Jamie. They tied him, his hands behind his back and his ankles together before tying those together.

"Stop", he yelled, hurrying towards the guards as they moved to pick the boy up, "put him down", he snapped; the guards nodded and obeyed without question.

"Leave us", the guards did as they were told.

Jamie struggled as he was being tied up. He heard Esme's voice and he heard what he said. The guards had picked him up half way and they didn't put him down that gently. He fell to the ground. He struggled against his bonds. He hated those guards. He said nothing to Esme.

"Do you know how exhausted you are making me?", he asked slowly, "no part of me can take much more of this constant comparison that you put me through, so we are going to fix that right now." Untying the boy’s legs, he dragged the boy up and forced him to walk with him to the stables, his grip on the slave was firm but not painful. Into the barn and over to an unused horse stall, Esme opened the door and threw the boy in, pacing in after him and closing the door. Reaching up, he unpinned his hair, letting it fall around him in a soft golden halo as he gave a sweet smile.

Jamie heard what he said.. What was he going to fix? This was weird. He struggled against the remaining bonds. When he was thrown into the stall, he fell to his knees. He watched Esme and still wondered what Esme was going to do. This was.. weird. Why had he been brought to the stalls?

Kneeling down, the immortal braced himself on his hands on either side of the boy, his face coming close to Jamie's.

"Tell me about them", his hand gently snaked up one of the boys arms, moving up far enough to toy with the boys hair, "and I will dispel them"

Jamie was really confused. What was he talking about? "What are you talking about?" he asked and tried to pull away. "Let me go!" He did not like the way Esme was talking. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he was sure that it was nothing good.

Esme ignored the boys words and gave a beautiful laugh, running the pad of his thumb over the boy’s cheek.

"Tell me about them...let me take them away from you...", he leaned closer to the boy, "let me tear them to pieces for hurting you so badly..." Who was it that had burned their mark so deeply into Jamie that even someone like Esme had such trouble setting him free? Had it been the first man? What had he done? A cynical side of Esme wanted to hear every gory detail, wanted to revel in it like it was a lavish bath of the most expensive salts and oils.

Jamie didn't like this. Why was Esme being like this? "Let me go!" he shouted. He didn't like this. He couldn't get free. Having his hands tied behind him was just not good. He attempted to kick Esme. What Esme was saying was starting to scare him..

"What's wrong? Don't want to tell me?", he asked curiously, he leaned down and lightly traced his lips along the boy’s cheek back to his ear, "but I want to know..." Shifting his body weight briefly, he straddled the boy, letting enough of his weight to rest on the boy’s stomach to limit Jamie's movement.

He tipped the blonde’s head up with both hands, his face not even an inch from the slave's.

"Tell me about it...tell me all of it...don't make me go investigate because that will only piss me off...", he ran one hand through his captive's hair, "besides, I want to hear it from you..."

Jamie looked at Esme. He shut his eyes. This was not cool. He struggled under his captor. He hated this. He attempted to turn his head. "Let me go! Get off of me!" he shouted. His legs were flailing, kicking. He was trying to get free and get Esme off of him. He hated this.

Esme pulled the boys chin back up so that he could look at him in the eyes.

"Don't make this difficult", he crooned, "I honestly want to help"

Jamie shut his eyes. He heard what he said. "I already killed him, it doesn't matter!" he said. The rest of them had been put in the hospital, but the one person... the person who had truly scarred him was still alive and they had done so much to him.. A lot of stuff that Jamie did not want to talk about.

"But it does matter", Esme whispered, making the boy look at him, "someone hurt you, someone scarred you so deeply that it left a mark that you are denying is there.", he ran his hands through the boys hair.

"Tell me what they did", he crooned, "let me in so that I can fix what they broke..."

"You can't fix anything! Get off of me! Damn it!" Jamie shouted. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to remember what that man had done. What the result of it was...

"Yes I can", the immortal persisted, his touch getting no rougher nor did his voice, "I am here, Jamie, I will find out whether you tell me or not...please tell me, I don't want to you to go through this alone anymore" The hay was becoming uncomfortable under his knees but he wouldn't back down, he wouldn't give up, this was for the slave's own good.

Jamie struggled under Esme. He didn't want to tell him. He really didn't. If he told him, Jamie would become a completely different person. He struggled a bit. He was scared that everything would be given away just by what was happening now.

"It's okay", he crooned, "tell me...", his voice was still soft, he was still being gentle. His hands held the boys head so that he was looking at him, his grip was firm but not painful, he was being as gently restricting as he could be.

"Jamie...", he said softly, his grey eyes meeting Jamie's blue orbs, "I wont hurt you like they did"

Jamie continued to struggle. He had to get free. He didn't want to tell him. He was starting to get extremely turned on by struggling and being restrained. This was not good, especially Esme noticed this fact. "G-get off," he said, trying to keep his feelings about this hidden.

Without a word, Esme leaned down and kissed Jamie, a loving, gentle kiss that spoke of how much the immortal was growing to care for the boy. He would be patient, Jamie was so close to giving in, so close to falling apart in Esme's grasp that he could almost taste it; he wouldn't let him go now.

"Tell me", he said softly.

Jamie shook his head slightly. "Please, get off. I'll tell you if you get off of me!" he said. He didn't want Esme to know the results of that man's actions.

Shifting his weight he pulled himself off of the boy but wrapped his arms around his back so that the boy had to go with him. In a matter of seconds they had switched positions and Esme was propped against the door of the stall with the slave on his lap.

"I'm listening", he said gently.

Jamie heard what Esme said. He thought for a moment and wondered what he should tell him. "There is one man, who is still alive. His name is Herold Jones," he said to him. "He was cruel, too cruel. He was more or less a sexual man, very sexual. He loved making younger boys helpless. He didn't even try to be nice. Right when he got me to his house, he drugged me and I woke up chained to a table..." His voice was shaking. He was trying to keep it together.

Esme ran his fingers through the boys soft hair, his eyes locked on the boy as he listened intently.

"Go on", he crooned, his arm that was still around the boy wrapping tighter so that the boy wouldn't lose his balance or hurt himself.

Jamie looked at Esme for a moment, but then he looked away. "He was waiting for me to wake up.. He had taken my clothes off. H-He started to touch me, but I couldn't do anything.. I couldn't even talk because he had me gagged. He had all this equipment.. There was this pump.. He made me, he made me feel like some kind of whore," he said softly. He was scared to go into detail.

Long fingers gently ran through Jamie's hair again as Esme waited for the boy to finish telling the story, not letting it show as he made a mental not to arrange a meeting with this Herold Jones person.

Jamie felt what Esme was doing. This was weird. He didn't like telling Esme all of this. "He changed me. He forced me to like those things. I was sexually torture like that for months.. That's all the treatment I got, being teased and everything. Because of what he did to me, I now like that kind of stuff being done to me," he said softly. "Because of him, I can't stand being held down or tied because it is a turn on. That's why I told you to get off of me."

"What if I showed you a good time without the use of force?", the immortal asked curiously, watching the boy for an answer. He didn't know if the boy would answer him, but it made sense now, why Jamie was so disobedient, he didn't want to be hurt like that again.

"What if I showed you the right way to do it?", he asked softly, his hand that was in the boys hair coming down to rest with it's mate at the boys hips.

Jamie was a bit surprised. Was he coming onto him? He thought for a moment. "I'd struggle to much and end up getting hurt," he said softly. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't keep himself still.

Esme smiled and used his angle to his advantage to pull the boy down flush with him, gently pressing his forehead to Jamie's.

"We both know I have ways of making you still", he said gently, "my question to you is what did you picture your first time to be like? Not what it was, what did you dream it would be like when you were younger?"

Jamie looked at Esme. Was he trying to seduce him? He thought for a moment. "I thought it would be better than it was.. Not forced, consensual," he said softly. "I never thought of being submissive, but I've come to enjoy it when it comes to that. And I don't want anyone to hear.."

Esme gave a beautiful smile and gently hugged the boy to him, letting Jamie's head rest to his soft-cloth covered chest.

"What can I do to make that fantasy come true?" he asked gently, one of his hands coming up to pet the boys hair, playing with it a little as he did.

Jamie blushed a bit. He thought for a moment. What could Esme do? It was clear. He could basically tie him down and gag him, after getting Jamie's permission to do it. He blushed a bit more, not able to say it out loud. It was too embarrassing..

Esme's fingers traced light patterns on the slaves arms as he kissed the boy gently, leaning around to nip his earlobe.

"I could take you back to my chambers and tie you to my bed posts", he whispered softly, letting the hand that wasn't tracing patters on the boys arms gently splayed up the boys back.

Jamie felt what Esme was doing. It felt good. He shut his eyes.. "A-All right," he said softly. "What else?" He wanted to know what else he was going to do.

"What would you like me to do", he asked, drawing the boy’s earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it gently, liking that the boy hadn't pushed him away yet.

"It's all up to you", long fingers danced up the slave's back, sliding under the clothes that he was wearing.

Jamie couldn't exactly push Esme away even if he wanted to. His hands were still tied behind him. He let out a gasp when he felt what Esme was doing. It.. It felt good. "I don't want anyone to hear me," he said softly. "I want to be gagged so only you can hear soft sounds..," he said, blushing wildly.

Esme smirked gently at the words the boy said and untied the boy’s hands.

"Well then we should go to my chambers rather than sit here and talk of things we could be doing", he said softly, releasing the boy from his grasp.

Jamie looked at Esme. He was kind of scared.. "All right," he said to him. He slowly got up. "Don't you think your guards are going to find it strange that you untied me completely?" he asked softly.

Esme smirked.

"I am the master of this house", he said lightly, "they wouldn't dare to"

Jamie looked at Esme and wondered what he should do. "All right," he said softly. "We should go now."

Leaning up, he kissed the boy before forcing himself up and offering the boy his hand to take.

"Then we should go...", he crooned, he waited, waited for the boy to take the hand offered, waited until the moment that he could lead Jamie to his chambers and teach him that love could be pleasurefull and not painful

Jamie looked at Esme and he took his hand. He was kind of glad. He hoped that this would be a good experience.

Leading the boy out of the barn, he set a path up to the house; through the doors and down the hallway to the staircase, Esme started up. His grip on Jamie's hand never changed it's grip on the slave's hand as they walked, even though the trip was longer than most of their trips had been so far, it never changed and he never said a word. The bedroom seemed dim compared to the outdoors, but it was still brighter than the stable and the hall had been.

The moment that Jamie entered the room, Esme had him pinned to the door, his mouth over the slave's in a hungry kiss as his hands came to cup the boys chin.

Jamie was not expecting to be pinned immediately to the bed. He felt how hungry the kiss was. How long had Esme been longing to do this? He kissed back a little, but very hesitant, but it was likely that he would be hesitant for the most part because of how he had been treated by that one man.

"Lay on the bed", Esme said gently, "I'll get the restraints", and instantly he was gone from the boy, his body no longer there to heat the empty space between them. The warmth that he was giving Jamie was gone and to the boy's obviously dazed eyes, the immortal was gone.

Across the room he went, opening the safe that was hidden well behind the vanity, he dug out four sets of shackles. These were different than the ones that the boy had been wearing up until now, they were much thinner and gave room for movement and even escape. That was why they were not really meant for binding and keeping a slave, but for a time such as this, when escape was not what either party was vying for. Esme had no doubts that Jamie would stay with him this time, he was here because he wanted to be and that gave the man a feeling like none other; for the first time in a long time he was truly happy, he just hoped that he wouldn't have to divulge very much of his own past to the boy.

Jamie heard what Esme said. For once, he followed the order and laid on the bed. It had been a while for him.. He hadn't done this since that man. That had been a few years ago. He had had plenty of masters after that and all of them were sent to the hospital.

Esme returned silently to the boys side, leaning down to kiss him ever so gently before speaking softly to him.

"Raise an arm to each head post and a leg to each foot post", he crooned, it was an order, but a gentle one and this was clear as the immortal kissed the boys ear gently before he pulled away to stand fully again.

Jamie heard the order and he did his best. He raised his arms so that they were to each head post and his legs out at each foot post, though, he could not touch both at the same time because he was not tall.

Esme gently cuffed each wrist and post together before pacing to the end of the bed, trailing his fingers along Jamie's body in a ghost of a touch, and cuffing each ankle to it's respected post. Then he turned and looked down at the boy, spread out, beautiful over the bed. His parents would have died-again-could they see what he was about to do; but he didn't particularly care. Tracing his fingers over every clothed inch of Jamie's body, it occurred to the immortal that perhaps he had taken the wrong plan of action. How would he undress the boy? He would have to go one limb at a time; well that could be fun.

Reaching to unbutton the boys pants, Esme said something that he was sure the boy had never heard, not from his first master, nor any other he had had since.

"If you want to stop", he said lightly, "just tell me and we will stop..."

Jamie was slightly scared. He was scared that Esme would do something that he didn't like. He was really surprised when he heard what Esme said. He looked at him and he nodded a bit. "A-All right," he said softly.

Esme gave a gentle smile, pushing the boys pants down a little past his knees, he let his gaze travel back up the boys thighs to the triangle of his legs. Reaching, he traced gentle fingers over it, smiling sweetly at the boy below him.

"Have you ever been kissed here?", he asked gently.

Jamie was blushing wildly. He felt what Esme was doing to him. It was clear that that area of his body was really sensitive. He was surprised by the question. "No," he said softly. He had been bitten and such there, but never kissed there.

Leaning down, the immortal placed a feathery soft kiss to the tip, moving his thumb out of the way as he did. It was a gentle act, and one that he enjoyed observing the results of. His eyes snapped up to watch Jamie's face as he did it again, this time moving a little lower; then he went lower; and lower; kissing his way all the way down, watching the boy for a reaction, any reaction whether it be good or bad. He wanted so badly for Jamie to enjoy himself, he wanted to show him that it was natural to be this close to someone and not be in pain. Or maybe...maybe that was what he was trying to prove to himself.

Jamie felt what Esme was doing. It wasn't painful at all, but he looked as if he had a hard time with something. Jamie was trying to keep himself quiet. He thought he would be gagged, but Esme hadn't done that yet. He was blushing wildly.

Not getting quite the reaction from the boy that he wanted, Esme came back up and gently ran the flank of his tongue over the boys tip in a long lingering lick, whose reaction he watched in eager anticipation.

He only wanted to hear one loud moan from the boy, one sound that told him what he was doing wasn't wrong. Bright grey eyes practically glowed with anticipation as he ran one hand over the boys shirted stomach, this couldn't be wrong, it just couldn't, if Jamie regretted this after they were done he- No, he wasn't going to think of that right now, he refused to let it show on his face.

Jamie felt Esme was doing. He couldn't hold it in.. He moaned loudly, pulling slightly on his bonds. It felt really good. Goodness, he was addicted, ashamed of himself and wanted more already, but he didn't want to be heard. He was scared of being heard. He didn't know why.

Esme smiled as he got what he wanted, releasing the boy he got up and moved around so that he was standing beside the boy and dug into the drawer of the vanity that sat beside the bed and pulled out a length of lace. Bending over Jamie, he gently wrapped it around the boys head and tied it at his mouth, making a gag.

"Good boy", he crooned before going down to the end of the bed and gently unshackling one leg, pulling it out of the pants leg that it was in and kissing up to the boys knee before reshackling it and moving to do the same to the other leg.

Jamie let out a few soft sounds after he was efficiently gagged. He watched Esme and waited for him to be done.

Tossing the pants to the floor, Esme crawled onto the bed and straddled the boy, lowering himself so that he was flush with the boy, gently hiking up the shirt that he was still wearing.

Attatching his mouth to the boys nipple, Esme gently sucked, his eyes turning up to watch his captive.

Jamie watched Esme. He was blushing more now. He shifted in his bonds as Esme started to suck on his nipple. He let out soft sounds. It felt really good.

Taking the noises as encouragement, Esme sucked harder, switching sides after a few moments, he bit the pink morsel gently, just enough to send electricity down both of their spines. Letting his tongue trail down the boys chest, he sucked on each of the boys ribs, leaving a hickey on each of them as he went.

"You're beautiful", he whispered against Jamie's stomach, his eyes drifting closed as he spoke.

Jamie heard what Esme said. He was getting really turned on by not being able to stop Esme. He couldn't believe how good it felt. He loved this feeling of helplessness. He let out muffled sounds of pleasure.

A wry smile came across the captor's lips and he attatched his mouth to Jamie's belly button, listening to the boy's chains rattle. He was driving the boy up the wall and he knew it, he only hoped that the blonde boy didn't bite through the gag before they finished.

Pressing harder against the boy, he made a mock thrust against his captive's hips, wondering how he would react to the sensation. Would he like it? Would he hate it? Or would he want more?

Jamie struggled a bit. This felt really good. He loved it. He let out muffled sounds still, which showed that he hadn't bitten through his gag. He shut his eyes, wondering why this felt so good. He was supposed to hate this man. Was it because he was gentle? That must be it. He wanted more.

Crawling from the boy, Esme moved to stand beside the boy, making sure that Jamie could see him before he started to strip. First went his shoes and socks, then his Jacket. Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt, making the activity take longer than it normally would; tossing it to the stool that stood before the vanity.

Next went his pants, nimble fingers slowly undid the button at the top of the waistband before he unzipped them and slid them down along with his under garments, his narrow hips doing nothing to hold them up as he did. They pooled around his ankles and he quietly stepped out of them, kicking them to the side and standing there naked as the day he had been born, his shapely body bared before the boys eyes.

Jamie watched as Esme undressed. He wondered how far they were going to go. Were they going to actually have sex? He couldn't believe this. He wondered if he was ready for sex again. He didn't know. He knew that there would have to be foreplay because he would probably be really really tight.

Giving no time to let himself get embarrassed, the immortal gently climbed between the boys legs and kissed his inner thigh. Putting his fingers in his mouth, he lathered them with saliva as he gently propped the boys leg up, the knee bending almost all the way even with the handcuffs. One spittle lubricated finger slid easilly through the sphincter of the boys lower opening and once he had his whole finger immersed in the boy he looked up at the boy.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?", he asked, genuinely concerned.

Jamie watched Esme. When the finger started to slid into him, he let out muffled sounds. He felt Esme stop when the finger was all the way in. He waited a few seconds. He nodded for the first question and shook his head for the second one.

Reaching up with his free hand, Esme gently ran his fingers along the slave's cheek before returning to the task at hand. Slowly pulling his finger out, he pushed it back in, curling it a little but, sadly, not finding the one spot that would bring the boy to bliss; so he straightened his finger again and repeated the act. Out, in, curl, it was a slow regiment, one that Esme was all but enjoying, it was taking far too long.

After a few moments, the immortal removed the first finger and pushed it back in, this time adding a second to stretch the boy. Again he looked up at him.

"Does it hurt?", he asked again.

Jamie was making muffled sounds of pleasure as Esme continued his actions. It was starting to feel good. He felt the second finger go in and he let out a muffled gasp of pain. When he heard the question, he nodded a little. It hurt a little, but he was getting used to it.

Esme was still, unmoving for the longest time as he watched the boy below him, waiting for him to adjust to the new intrusion.

"You tell me when okay?"

Jamie felt a siring pain for a few moments. Then it slowly went away, his walls would be tight around Esme's two fingers. There were a few contractions as Jamie panted softly. He nodded to show that he was ready to continue.

Ever so gently, the immortal started to pull his fingers out before pushing them back in even slower than before. Leaning up he kissed the the slave gently, his fingers still working the boys crevice.

"I will go as far as you want", he crooned, "I promise I will stop when you want to", he smirked, "so what next?"

Jamie shut his eyes. This felt good. He let out muffled sounds. He looked at Esme and squirmed slightly. He wanted more, but he just didn't know how to relay it. He was blushing wildly. He tried to say more behind the gag. His body was loosening a bit. It wasn't as tight now.

Smiling at the feeling of the boy below him loosening around him, Esme removed his hand completely before getting up and going to the vanity to get out some type of lubricant and dripping some on his fingers before returning to the boy and sliding three slick fingers into the boy, going very very slow so that he didn't hurt the boy any more than was necessary. Stopping when his fingers were fully inmeshed and waiting.

Reaching up as best he could he Esme pulled the gag down enough to allow the boy to speak.

Jamie kept his eyes shut as the three slick fingers slid inside of him. He let out a muffled gasp of pain. It hurt only because he was being stretched out more. He thought for a moment. Why had Esme taken the gag off? He had no idea. "M-more," he said softly.

The reasoning behind Esme taking the gag off was made clear when the immortal slipped up and kissed the slave gently, his fingers still working but this time at a new angle. While he kissed the boy his other hand came up and caressed the younger male's chest, petting him in a tender way.

"It's your call", he whispered against Jamie's lips, "what do you want me to do next?"

Jamie kissed Esme back softly. Right now, Jamie was enclosed in his own pleasure. He heard the question. He had no idea what he wanted Esme to do next. He just wanted more pleasure.. That's all he wanted. "Please, more, I have no idea what I want," he said softly.

"You do know", Esme said softly, his fingers speeding up their pace as he ran his tongue over the boys lips, begging for entrance.

"What is your body saying?", he leaned around and kissed the boys ear before whispering, "listen to it carefully."

Gods above, he didn't know how much longer he was going to be able to hold down his own arousal. He was doing this for Jamie, not for himself, so why was he suddenly being so selfish?

His tongue drew Jamie's earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it, his fingers keeping up their pace, though his arm was starting to ache from the strain.

Jamie felt what Esme was continuing to do. He was trying to keep himself quiet again. He was spread eagle and he wasn't going anywhere. What did he want? What did his body want? He was trying his best to concentrate, but that was hard since Esme was giving him a lot of attention right now. He let out a gasp and pulled at his bonds slightly. He couldn't get free. "Please, do what you want to me. My body is your toy," he said softly. This was a completely different Jamie..

Those words spiked Esme's arousal; what was it that he wanted? Removing his fingers he gently forced Jamie's legs open just a little bit wider and smeared the rest of the lube that covered his hand over that certain area of his body. Bringing one leg up to curl over his shoulder, he brought the other around to wrap his waist in it's grasp. Slowly, very slowly he started to push into the slave's lower opening, filling the space that his fingers had created inside the boy; thankful that the lube made the transaction rather easy.

The immortal was amazed at how easily the boys body slid over him, he had thought that it would be more difficult than this, though maybe that was because he had never done this before. Sheathing himself to the hilt he pulled to a stop, waiting patiently for the boy to adjust to the awkward intrusion.

"Does it hurt?", he asked lightly, kissing the boys thigh as he spoke.

Jamie knew that this was what Esme wanted. This was what Esme had wanted to begin with. He felt Esme push into him. He let out a loud gasp, trying his best to suppress it. It did hurt a little. He panted softly as he waited for his body to adjust as well. "Y-Yes," he said softly to him. He thought for a moment. "Only a little." He decided to say that. He was adjusting slowly because he was used to it just happening. He hoped that this wouldn't make him sick... "Please, move, it's weird to not feel movement," he said softly. "Please, silence me again."

Esme leaned down and pushed the gag back into his mouth, kissing him when he did.

"I don't want to hurt you", he said softly; running his hands up the boys sides, "if I hurt you, tell me" His movement then was very slow, and very gentle; it was true he had wanted this, he had been attracted to the slave from the very beginning when he had first seen him three days ago. But he had never wanted to fuck the boy, only to love him, to touch him and truly own him; for the younger male to love him the way he needed to be loved.

Jamie let out muffled sounds as Esme moved and he shut his eyes. The movements were not like he was used to, but he liked it. It was giving his body time to adjust. He shifted slightly in his bonds. He wanted Esme to go a bit faster and tried to say faster, but it came out muffled because of the gag.

Esme seemed to read the boys mind and sped his movements up, letting out a soft whimper as he pushed in and out of the slave's body. He was so beautiful below him, so perfectly adorable and it sent shivers down his spine. Bending his own frame double over he gently sucked one of the boys perked nipples into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before working it over with suction.

Jamie let out a muffled moan. He was blushing wildly, doing his best to move his hips to make it easier on Esme. He let out a muffled surprised sound when Esme started to pleasure him more by sucking his nipple. It sent a shiver through his body. This felt so good. He felt like he was about to cum. He knew that it would only be a matter of time before he came.

Esme's hand wrapped gently around the boys swollen flesh, working it as his mouth did the slave's nipple. He could tell that Jamie's completion was close and without warning he sped up, knowing that it was slick enough where it wouldn't hurt either of them. His heart was pounding, but he kept it up, he wanted Jamie to enjoy this, to know that you could feel this way.

His free hand made it's way to the boys hips, helping him thrust and holding to them for his own leverage; they were both so very close, but he refused to let go until Jamie had cum.

Jamie let out a muffled gasp and he shut his eyes. He was shaking. He was so close to cumming. He pulled at his bonds a bit. He couldn't hold it any longer. With a muffled, but loud moan, he came hard..

Feeling that all telling hard spurt against his chest, Esme let go and came hard into the boy, moving even as they both let out rapturous moans. He was still cumming when he pulled out and without a word he let the rest of his orgams spill and mix with Jamie's own. Running two fingers through their mixed secretions, he pulled the gag out of Jamie's mouth and almost instantly replaced it with his fingers.

"How does it taste?", he asked, forcing himself to stay sitting up; his eyes locked on the slave below him.

Jamie was panting against the gag. He felt Esme cum inside of him. It felt so warm. He felt even more of the substance fall onto his stomach. He was panting and he shut his eyes. He was a little relieved when the gag was taken out because he could breathe a lot better. He was surprised when the fingers replace it. He opened his eyes immediately and looked at Esme as if to say that if he didn't take the fingers out of his mouth, he would bite them. He heard the question and shifted his gaze, blushing quite a bit.

He couldn't exactly talk with fingers in his mouth, but he guessed that he was expected to lick Esme's finger's clean, so he did. It was quite a bitter, but sweet taste to the mixture. Either way, it tasted weird.

When his fingers were clean, Esme removed them and leaned down to ever so gently kiss the boy below him. Jamie was his, his to hurt, his to touch, and his to love; all his and no one else's.

"You're beautiful", he crooned, "utterly and magnificently beautiful."

Jamie was glad when Esme removed his fingers. He kissed him back a little. He listened to what he said. He shifted his gaze. "I'm not beautiful," he said. "Women are beautiful, not men or boys."

"But you are", the immortal said softly, "in all of the world that I have seen, you are the most beautiful thing in it" He kissed the boy again, running his tongue down Jamie's neck then kissing his collar bone.

Jamie kissed back. He still didn't believe that he was beautiful, but this was only Esme's opinion. He let out a gasp when Esme traveled down his neck to his collar bone. He was blushing now. He was still spread eagle on the bed.

Esme gently moved down the boys body, nipping and kissing as he went.

"You're mine", he crooned, reaching up to unbuckle the boys wrists, "mine and no one else's..." Once Jamie's wrists were free he turned his attention on the slave's bound ankles, setting them free as well.

Jamie panted softly as Esme moved down his body. He had always been really sensitive afterward. He heard Esme was saying. He wondered what all he could do. He wasn't going to be set free by this man, not after this. They had both become too attached to the other. He moved his hands once they were free. He rubbed them a bit and then slowly and carefully sat up. "That was fun," he said. He smiled a little at Esme. He was glad that he had told Esme and that they had done this.

Esme smiled and kissed the boys hand.

"You didn't deny it...", he said softly.

Jamie looked at Esme and he blushed and then looked away. "I didn't agree with it either," he said. Why had he not denied being Esme's? What was happening to him? Was he going through another change?

Esme gave the first real smile that he was sure that Jamie had seen since they had met.

"I love you", the immortal whispered.

Jamie saw the smile. It was nice. He smiled a little and shook his head. "I don't know what I feel for you," he said softly. It was true. It was a mix between love and hate, but that was just how Jamie was.

Feeling slightly let down, Esme pulled away.

"Oh", he said softly before turning and pulling on a robe.

"Okay then", he said chokedly, his voice splitting slightly before he went to the bathroom, closing and locking the door gently behind him.

Jamie looked at Esme. He wasn't sure what he should say. It was true. He wasn't sure if he could say I love you and mean it. He was going through changes right now so it might change later.

Esme sat with his back to the door; why did this hurt? He hadn't really expected Jamie to tell him that he loved him back did he?

Jamie thought for a moment. "Esme, I never said that I didn't love you," he said suddenly. "It's just kind of a mixed feeling, but that's just the way I am." He wondered if Esme would even hear him.

Esme listened but he was silent. He didn't know what to do, had he really thought that Jamie would tell him that he loved him just like that? He hadn't had he? He didn't know

Jamie sat quietly on the bed. He slowly got up and got dressed. "Do you mind if I go take a bath?" he asked, not sure if Esme wanted him to or not.

Esme stood and peeked out of the bathroom then.

"Can I go with you?", he asked curiously.

Jamie looked at Esme for a moment and he smiled a little. "Of course you can," he said to him. Why wouldn't he be able to?

Giving the sweetest of grins, Esme slowly fished himself out of the bathroom and started to gather some clothes for himself, glancing at Jamie before digging an outfit out of his closet for the boy.

Jamie actually waited for Esme to be done. He was ready to go, but he sat on the bed and waited until Esme was done getting clothes. That was a new occurrence.

Finally he was done and, folding the clothes meekly in his arms, he reached a hand out for the boy to take.

"Come on", he said with a smile.

Jamie looked at Esme and he smiled. He took Esme's hand and got up. "All right, let's go shall we?" he asked.

Leading the boy out of the room, he took him down the usual route of down the stairs, down the hall and down another set of stairs into the lavish bathroom. But instead of letting him go into the large room, he led him into a side room, that was by no means small and housed an inviting looking hot tub bath.

Jamie looked at Esme for a moment when he was led into the side room. He saw the hot tub and then looked at Esme once more. "Hot tubs, baths the size of pool's, what do you not have?" he asked.

The immortal chuckled.

"After so long on this earth, you accumulate certain things", he said softly, "money is one of them"

Jamie laughed a little. "I know you have money. You buy slaves so you must have a lot of money to throw around to do that," he said to Esme.

Esme shrugged.

"You don't really need money to buy a slave at your price", he said lightly before he slipped closer to the boy and nibbling Jamie's earlobe.

"But I don't regret it"

Jamie shrugged slightly. That was true, he guessed. He blushed a bit. "That is true, but I worked hard to get my price lowered. I did everything to make that trade want to get rid of me. I thought they might just see me as an unfit slave and let me go or kill me. Back then, I really didn't care which," he said.

Esme smirked and kissed under the boys ear.

"What about now?", he asked softly, his breath tickling the boys flesh.

Jamie blushed a bit. "I never want to go back to the trade," he said softly. It was true. When he first got here, he was trying everything he could to make Esme mad enough to send him back to the trade, but now, he didn't want to leave Esme.

Giving the boy a gentle kiss, the immortal pulled away and placed the clothes on a counter before slipping out of the bathrobe and slinking into the hot water. He was movements slow because of the temperature change.

Jamie watched Esme and then he got undressed. He put his clothes on the counter, away from the clean ones. Then he followed Esme into the hot tub, except he went a bit fast, not caring about the temperature change. His body adjust very quickly to that kind of stuff.

Esme smiled lightly as he ran hs hand up his arm and sunk into the water. He played with his hair just a little bit, letting the blonde strands do what they wanted to, some of them stuck to him, some didn't.

His body perked slightly at the temperature change, hooded eyes watched Jamie as a smile danced on his lips.

Jamie blushed a bit. He wondered what Esme was smiling about. He watched Esme for a moment and tilted his head a bit. "Um, something wrong?" he asked, looking at him.

Pushing off of the ledge of the tub, Esme slid closer to the slave, stopping right before him. Bringing his arms up to rest his hands on the ledge behind the boy.

"I never got to ask you...", he said softly, "did I hurt you like he did?", he was talking about the man that had owned Jamie before. The one that had violated him, the one that had scarred him.

Jamie looked at Esme. He thought for a moment. He thought about what they had just done. He shook his head. "No," he said thoughtfully. "You didn't."

Giving a gentle kiss to the boys lips, the immortal slipped away and paced across the hot tub to get out, drying off and dressing in a Chinese dress and pants.

"Enjoy your bath, Jamie, I have a small engagement to take care of"

Jamie blushed a bit and kissed Esme back. He watched Esme get out of the tub and heard what he said. "Oh, all right," he said. "See you later then."

Making his way up to the den, he smiled at the first maid that he met and asked her to call a Mr. Harrold Jones and tell him that it was urgent for him to meet with the immortal.

Then he waited, ordering a pot of tea to drink as he waited for his guest to arrive.

Jamie sighed softly. He washed his body and then his hair. He got out after he did all of that and dried off. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. "Maybe I should grow my hair out," he said thoughtfully to himself, wondering how he would look with long hair. He smiled a little and now realized that Esme had gotten clean clothes for him to wear. He looked at it to see what Esme had chosen for him to wear.

It was just a clean pair of black slacks and a white blouse.

Esme waited patiently for the man to arrive.

Jamie put on the black slacks and the white blouse. He looked so sophisticated in this. It made him laugh a little. "I wonder if I should go back to the room. He told me to enjoy my bath, but he didn't tell me what to do after that," he said softly.

Harrold Jones arrived at the estate that belonged to Esme. He strolled up to the door and knocked on it with his cane. "Wonder why this man is calling me here," he asked himself softly.

The maid that answered the door smiled lightly and led the guest down the hall and into the den where a beautiful young man with blonde hair was waiting for him, sitting in a chair, his cane resting against his knees as he took a sip of tea.

Esme smiled lightly and put his cup down on the elegant coffee table and stood to greet the man.

"Ah, Mr. Jones, it's nice to meet you, I suppose you're wondering why I called you here on such short notice."

Harrold walked with the maid and he saw the blonde male. Oh how this man loved to watch blonde's squirm. He remembered the young blonde child that he had had so many years ago. He pulled himself from his thoughts. "Yes, this is an inconvenience to me," he said to Esme.

Esme smiled lightly and picked up his cane, tapping it once on the floor. Instantly the maids closed and locked the doors.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing that I don't care", he said lightly, his smile not wavering but his demeanor becomind ever so subtly colder.

Harrold looked at Esme. "What is the meaning of this?" he asked, glaring at Esme. This was not what he had expected. What was this man playing at?

Esme advanced on the man in a slow manner, his cane clicking on the floor as he walked.

"I believe you are familiar with a slave by the name of Jamie?", he said softly, his smile becoming slightly cynical as he hit the man's cane out of his hand with a sharp smack of the ball end of his own cane. It hit the floor a few feet away.

Jamie walked through the halls of the estate. He noticed that there were maid's at the doors of the office. He wondered if that's where Esme was doing his business. He shrugged slightly and went out to the gardens. He wanted to look at the fountain, but he wouldn't put his hand in there.

Harrold watched Esme and he glared at him once more when he knocked his cane out of his hand. "Blonde hair, sapphire eyes?" he asked. "Young boy when I got him. He couldn't have been older than the age of seven or eight. To answer your question, yes, I am familiar with him."

Esme smiled and looked down for a split second before instantly slamming the man against the locked doors of the den, his cane at the man's throat, his smile gone.

"Then I have no qualms about doing this", he growled, kneeing the man hard in the groin, stepping back to watch him crumple to the floor.

"How dare you", he said, circling the man in slow steps, "how DARE you!", he hit him with a resounding crack with his cane across the back.

Harrold was an older gentleman. He was about forty when he had Jamie with him so he was in his fifties now. He was a sick pedifile who had tortured Jamie so much. He crumbled to the ground, gasping for air. He winced when his back was hit. "He was just a slave. Blonde child look wonderful when they squirm," the man said.

At that, Esme snapped, hitting the man very hard with his cane repeatedly for a few moments before rolling him over and pressing down on the man's throat with his cane.

"YOU BASTARD!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH YOU HURT HIM?!", he hit the man hard across the face, "WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU SO SPECIAL? WHAT THE HELL MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN TREAT HIM LIKE THAT?!" He put all his weight on the cane, pushing it down the elder man's throat.

"I wish I could just kill you", he mumbled, "but that would be too good for you; instead let's make you suffer", a crooked smirk came across the immortal's lips.

"You hurt him, so I'm gonna hurt you; lets see your bravery" Keeping one hand on the cane, Esme pulled the man up by his tie, untying it and slipping it off of the man.

Harrold was surprised. What was going on? This was painful on his brittle bones. He coughed a bit when he was being choked. "I-I owned h-him," he said. "H-He was m-mine to do with as I-I pleased." He was a bit scared, but not by much.. He didn't believe the man. He thought that what he had done was right.

Tieing the man's wrists together with the tie, getting up and dragging him with surprising ease up and tieing him to the high hung mantle.

"Have you ever smelled burning flesh?", Esme asked curiously, placing his cane in the fire poker bin, taking out a brander that was used to stir the fire by the butlers.

Harrold was old and in his old age, he had become surprisingly weak from the strong man that had done so much to the seven year old Jamie. He struggled against his bonds. "You can't do this, untie me now!" he protested, thinking he had rights here.

"Oh, trust me, you'll find that I can, and-", he pressed the fire red poker against the man's side, watching it start to burn the fabric, "I will."

Harrold looked at Esme. He could smell his clothes burn. "Stop it. If you do this, I will and can sue you," he said, feeling the heat from the poker. Then it started to burn his skin and he cried out.

Esme chuckled and pressed the poker harder against the man.

"When I am done with you, you wont be able to talk, let alone tell anyone what I will have done to you", he hissed lowly. Pulling the poker away he shoved it back into the fire and going to pour himself a glass of wine.

"Do you like wine, Mr. Jones? Lustrous, aged, well bodied, it's said that a fine wine is like a good lover..." He threw the wine in the man's face.

"You should drink while you can, it will dull the pain.", whipping the brander out of the fire again, he pressed it hard enough to burn through the man's clothes much faster and burn him sooner.

Harrold was shaking a bit. He looked at Esme as he poured the wine. He couldn't exactly drink the wine if it was being thrown in his face. He let out another cry when it was burned his skin. He was already in extreme pain. This hurt a lot. "Let go of me. Why do you care so much about a stupid slave?" he asked.

Esme hit him with the poker then, much like he had hit him with his cane earlier.

"That is my business!", he snapped before circling around to face the man, a his smile crooked as he leaned up to face the man; his voice soft and sultry.

"What should I do? Should I rape you with your cane like you raped him?"

Harrold let out another cry. He was panting softly. "W-What?! You wouldn't!" he protested. How had this man found out about Jamie. Wait.. Was Jamie still alive? Was that boy here now?

Esme smirked and pulled back, heading across the room, stopping before the man's cane and bending to pick it up. He looked it over.

"Nice solid wood, polished, no slivers, rounded wood end, not metal like mine...", he tapped it on his hand lightly before advancing on the man a dark look in his eyes.

Harrold looked at Esme. This was not good. He was trying to get his hands free while Esme was getting his cane. This was really not good. "Get away from me," he demanded.

Esme smirked and untied the tie from the mantle, pushing the man down and pulling on the length of cloth so that the mans arms over his head coming down so that they were behind their owners back. He put his foot on the man's back so that he couldn't get up.

He pulled the man's pants down a bit with the crook of the cane and flipped the weapon over so that the non curved end threatened to invade the man below him.

Harrold fell because he didn't expect this. He didn't like the uncomfortable position. He felt the weapon where it was. "You can't do this. Let go of me," he said. He struggled a bit. That boy was supposed to be dead. He thought that he had killed him. How had Jamie made it back to the trade? Had this man known Jamie when Harrold was in ownership of him?

Without remorse, Esme pushed the weapon as far as it would go into the man; his smile gone.

"You have no authority in my home", he said lowly, "even the slaves are higher than you..."

Harrold struggled against his bonds. He let out a blood curdling cry when the cane went into him. It hurt a lot. He still felt no remorse for what he had done with Jamie. What he had done with that boy was way too much fun for him to forget or regret.

Esme showed no remorse as he pushed the cane much further than was wise into the man, he smirked when blood trickled over the cloth of the man's pants.

"So you're human after all...", he said softly, "that's funny because I thought for sure that you were a rat!"

Harrold didn't know for sure how this man knew Jamie, just that he knew him and found out what he had done to Jamie. He was letting out blood curdling cries. He knew he was bleeding. He couldn't struggle for much longer.

Taking the cane out, Esme threw it beside the man and took his own cane before crossing the room and unlocking the doors.

"Suffer", he crooned.

Harrold heard what the man said. He was panting, exhausted from what had just happened. He couldn't get up right now, he was too sore.

Jamie was out at the garden, where he had hidden from Esme. He was at the tree he had hidden in. "This garden really is beautiful," he said as he touched the tree lightly. "I wonder what he had to take care of."

Esme watched the man for a moment before he pressed the intercom on the wall and aksed for Jamie to be brought to him and to have him told that Mr. Harrold Jones was waiting eagerly for him in Esme's company.

Esme wanted the boy to see the man so broken, he wanted him to see how the immortal would punish anyone who hurt what was his.

Pacing over to the man he smiled again, an evil smile before pushing the man over with his foot.

Jamie was found by a few of the guards. He looked at them and they informed him that Esme was asking for his presence and that Mr. Harrold Jones was waiting eagerly to see him. Jamie was surprised. Harrold Jones was here. He shook his head. "No, no, I-I won't go. I-I don't want to see him," he said, his back against the tree now. Two guards stayed while one went to inform Esme that Jamie was refusing to come and ask if they should use force to get him to come.

Harrold was laying on the floor, broken and exhausted. He struggled a bit against his bonds, but it wasn't helping the pain any.

Esme sighed a little and told the guard to watch the man while he went to get Jamie. The guard agreed and Esme hurried to find Jamie, cornered in the garden by two guards.

"What is going on here?", he asked lightly.

Jamie was almost tears. He was breaking down now that he knew that Harrold Jones was here. He was like a broken child. He didn't know what to do at all. The guard's weren't harassing him or anything, he was just breaking down.

Esme gently gathered the boy into his arms and held him like a child.

"Jamie, calm down...", he ordered softly, "come on, I will be right there beside you."

Jamie shook his head. "N-No, I don't want to see him, put me down," he said to him. It was clear that Jamie was scared to death of this man. This was the man that had raped him and beat him and made it so he could never trust anyone again. It had taken him a while to trust Esme and he still didn't completely trust him. As far as Harrold had known, he was dead. He had died the night the man had tried to kill him and thrown him out onto the street after stabbing him in the stomach.

Esme kissed the boy gently and sat down, holding him like a child.

"Come now, Jamie, don't you trust me to protect you?"

Jamie shook his head. "That's not it, I-I don't want to see him!" he said to him. He was scared. He was really scared. He didn't want to see Harrold. He didn't want to face that man.

"But I wanted what you would find to be a surprise", he said softly; he nibbled the boys ear, "I punished him for you" Esme really did love Jamie, he wanted the boy to understand that, to trust it without fault, no matter how bleak the situation.

Jamie heard what Esme said. He was surprised. "You punished him?" he asked, surprised. He remembered the man that used to tower over him. He was so strong and Esme was still able to punish that same man?

The immortal kissed the boys jaw.

"You were a child when you faced him, I'm not a child", he held the boy close to him and cuddled him gently, wanting him to soothe in his arms.

"I wont force you to see...but he is in the den"

Jamie listened carefully and he shut his eyes. He didn't know what he was going to do. He was slowly calming down. He laid his head on Esme's chest. "I will see him," he said softly. He was shaking slightly, still scared of Harrold.

Esme smiled and slowly stood, kissing the boy gently before pulling back and offering him a hand.

"I will be right there beside you", he said softly.

Jamie took Esme's hand. "A-All right," he said to him. He was scared, but he would have to face this man sooner or later.

Taking the boys hand tightly in his grasp, the immortal gently pulled him to his feet and led him back across the lawn and into the building, giving a gentle kiss to the boys hand, he pushed the doors to the den open.

Jamie went with Esme. He had no idea what he was going to do when he saw Harrold. He was really, really scared. When the doors open, he looked into the den and he saw the man that he knew from back then. It was Harrold. He was really scared. He didn't know what to do. He was frozen in place. This proved how much of an affect this man had on him. Even though Harrold looked so weak and broken now, his memories of the man kept him scared.

Harrold looked to the doors when they opened. He saw the beautiful blonde that he believed he had killed ten years ago. The beautiful blonde that he had done so many awful things to. It was a quiet reunion. Harrold looked like he had seen a ghost.

Giving Jamie a gentle kiss on the cheek, Esme held his hand tighter, really not wanting the boy to collapse before the man that he had worked so hard to torture. Wrapping his arms around the slave's torso he gently whispered into Jamie's ear.

"It's okay, you're not that boy anymore..."

Jamie listened to Esme. He was right. Jamie wasn't the scared little boy that he had been ten years ago. He thought for a moment and then smiled cruelly and laughed. "It's funny. I remember so many years ago, laying in a pool of my own blood and now you get to. Oh, I'm sorry, are you surprised to see me alive? Yeah, after you threw me out with the garbage, I had enough strength to crawl to a house. Since I was only a little boy. I got the help I needed and then I was returned to the trade," he said to Harrold. "Oh how the table's have turned."

Harrold still looked like he had seen a ghost. He was amazed that Jamie was still alive.

"You should have made sure I was dead, you filth."

Esme chuckled as he watched Jamie; he was surprisingly cute when he was being cynical. Stepping away from the slave, he walked towards the man, his cane tapping forbodingly on the solid wood floor.

"You shouldn't be such a bastard to people, Mr. Jones", the immortal said with a cynical smile; coming closer and closer to the broken old figure, "it comes back to bite you in the long RUN!" At the last word, he hit the man hard across the face with the ball point of his cane.

Jamie could stand on his own now. He felt empowered now. He was glad that Esme was bringing justice. He watched Esme hit Harrold with the cane. It brought him joy to see that this man could be hurt. "You only exist for one thing in this world, Harrold. You exist only to die. When you die, I hope you burn in hell," he said to the man.

Harrold let out a cry when he was hit. The brat was still alive. He could have sworn that the boy wasn't breathing when he had thrown him out ten years ago. The man didn't know what to say. "I enjoyed every bit of what I did to you. Do you know how lovely a blonde child looks when they are tied down and tortured? It was fun," he said to Jamie.

"I'm not scared of you anymore, Harrold," Jamie said. "What you did to me no longer matters."

Esme smirked and without a word pressed the end of his cane to the man's throat, injecting a bubble of air into the old pervert's veins. Then he paced over to Jamie and pressed his mouth firmly over the slave's lips, curling his body against his would be lover's. Harrold would be dead soon, the bubble in his veins would cause a heart attack and when that did happen, Esme asked that the man be taken to the incinorator, where they burned animal carcasses on the far end of the grounds.

"You're adorable when you're being assertive", the immortal whispered softly into Jamie's ear, his voice coy and teasing.

Jamie watched Esme and he blinked a couple of times. He was glad that the man who had caused him so much pain was going to die. He was very glad. He kissed Esme back. He felt like a huge burden had been taken off of his shoulder's. He blushed a bit when he heard what Esme said. "Thank you, you really are sadistic, aren't you?" he said. "For all I care, that filth can just die."

Harrold had told his workers that he would return soon. He knew they would investigate if he died or never returned. Then they would find out about Jamie being alive and get him for his death, even though Esme had killed him. As if on cue, when Jamie said die that was when the bubble caused the heart attack. Soon the man laid still, dead from a heart attack.

Esme pushed Jamie onto the couch.

"What's wrong with my sadism?", he asked, "I'm nothing if not lovingly sadistic" He pouted cutely, wanting nothing more than to have a little fun with his little slave as the guard took the corpse out. He turned to the guard at the last moment.

"Actually, instead of burning him, do what father always had done to the men that he killed", the guard looked curious.

"Suicide or car accident, Sir?", Esme thought for a moment then smiled.

"Car accident, that way it will account for if he told anyone where he was going." Turning back to Jamie, Esme crawled above him and nipped gently down his neck.

"Now where were we? Oh yeah, you were about to answer my question..."

Jamie laid on the couch, looking up at Esme. He listened carefully. Esme thought of everything it seemed. He was blushing a bit. He thought for a moment. "Nothing is wrong with it. I never said there was anything wrong with it, did I?" he asked as he looked at Esme.

The immortal smirked and kissed the boy again.

"No, no you didn't", he said softly, "did I tell you how handsome you look yet?", he asked curiously, letting his mouth attack the slave's bared throat.

Jamie looked at Esme. He let out a gasp when Esme attacked his neck. "Y-You have told m-me that I am b-beautiful," he said to Esme. He was blushing again.

The immortal chuckled and nimbly unbuttoned one of the buttons on the boys blouse and let his mouth move lower on the slave's body.

"You need to hear it more", he said softly, pressing his pelvis against Jamie's gently.

Jamie let out soft gasps as Esme started to do that. He shut his eyes. He let out a soft moan when Esme pressed his pelvis against his own. "E-Esme," he said softly. "S-Should we really d-do this on the c-couch?"

The immortal gently kissed lower and lower.

"Why not?", he asked, "it's not like we're going to get caught or anything.

Jamie listened carefully and he shut his eyes. This was not cool. He struggled to find the right words, but he couldn't think right now. He let out another gasp, blushing a bit more.

Pushing the boys shirt open, he sat up and looked the boy over, with bright eyes. Scarred or not, Jamie was beautiful to him. Playfully unbuttoning the boys slacks, Esme stuck his tongue out at him.

"Besides, you haven't been properly made love to..."

Jamie's worst scar was on his stomach, when he was brutally stabbed by Harrold Jones. He watched Esme and blushed wildly. "What do you mean?" he asked. He didn't know what the normal way of making love was.

Esme smiled and leaned down to gently kiss the boy, holding him with utmost tenderness.

"Let me show you", he said softly, running his hands down the boys body in a feather light touch.

Jamie didn't know why Esme was being so gentle with him. He was kind of scared. He shifted a little under Esme's touch. He was used to being pinned down and stuff like that. What was this going to be like? He nodded a bit, giving Esme the okay to do what he needed.

Pulling the boys pants away, the immortal wrapped his hand around the slave's sensitives and kissed him again. His mouth gently carressing down the boys lips, cheek, jaw and throat.

Jamie kissed Esme back. He was kind of scared because he didn't know what to expect. He let out a soft row of gasps when Esme kept kissing him a lot more.

The immortal rubbed the boy gently, feeling him go from soft to hard in his grasp. Pulling back only a little, he pulled off the long chinese dress that he was wearing and tossed it to the floor, leaving his pants in tact for the moment.

"Where did that assertiveness go?", Esme teased, "it was such a turn on..."

Jamie heard what he said. "That went away when I got scared again," he replied. "I don't know what to expect, it's kind of scary."

Esme smiled and kissed the boy gently, pressing his thumb to the boys tip.

"Expect heaven", he whispered.

Jamie let out a gasp when Esme pressed his thumb to his tip. He was blushing wildly. What was heaven to him? He didn't know. He nodded a bit.

"I will try," he responded.

Smiling gently, the immortal sat up and brought himself to his knees.

"Would you care so much to undress me?", he asked, stretching his form elegantly for the boy to see.

Jamie watched Esme for a moment. He nodded a bit. He only had to take Esme's pants off. He sat up a little and started to undo Esme's pants.

Esme watched the slave lightly, a smile on his face, his breath evident as his chest and ribs slowly expanded and deflated. Certain parts of his body were pressing firmly against the restricting cloth of his pants; making it obvious that he wanted the boy.

Jamie knew that Esme wanted him. He started to pull off Esme's pants and underwear. He blushed quite a bit. This was so weird..

The immortal watched the slave silently as he leaned down to kiss the boys hair gently.

Jamie finally got the rest of Esme's clothes off of him. "N-Now what?" he asked softly.

Esme chuckled and pressed his pelvis against Jamie's firmly, letting their sexes touch, rubbing the boys erection eagerly.

"This", he whispered, giving the younger male a gentle kiss on the lips.

Jamie let out a soft moan. That felt really good. He looked at Esme and blushed when he was kissed. He kissed Esme back gently.

He rubbed the boy fast and hard, then, kissing down Jamie's throat, wanting desperately to feel fingernails on his back.

"Let your body react naturally", he crooned, "don't hold yourself down and don't hold back. All your reactions, all the sounds that you make, let it all come out the way it wants to..."

Jamie let out a few soft moans. He listened carefully to what Esme was saying. He tried his best to let his body react naturally. His arms wrapped around Esme's torso and clung to his back. He moved his hips a bit. This felt really good. He let out louder moans now, his fingernails started to slowly dig into Esme's back.

Esme moaned eagerly before gathering a bit of each of their precum on his hand and smeared it over himself until his own length was fully covered. Then he lifted one of the boys legs up to wrap around his hips, all the while rubbing the boy gently up and down. Switching hands that was rubbing the boy so that he could continue as he lifted the slave's other leg up to wrap around his hips.

Leaning down he kissed Jamie gently, rubbing him as he pressed his own lubricated member to the boy's lower opening.

Jamie let Esme move his body the way he wanted it to be. He continued to let out moans. This felt good. His fingernails were now completely digging into Esme's skin. He panted softly and let out a gasp when he felt Esme's member pressed against his opening. He kissed Esme back.

Gently, the immortal pushed into the boy, letting him slowly adjust to him. He moaned, gods above it was so good! Panting heavilly, he sheathed himself fully and stopped, waiting for the boy to tell him it was okay to continue.

Jamie let out a gasp when Esme went into his. His nails were digging deeper now and probably drawing blood. He didn't meant to, but he had to have something grip. He panted heavily as Esme waited for him to adjust. Then he nodded. "You can move now," he said softly.

The immortal slowly moved, pushing in and out of the boy, liking the feeling of the boys nails on his back. He let out a soft moan, rubbing the boy slowly in time with his thrusts while his mouth trailed down to fix to one dusky nipple.

Jamie let out a soft moan. He didn't know if he was hurting Esme, but it didn't seem like it. He kissed Esme's forehead. "I-I love you," he said softly to him. He knew now what he didn't know before. He let out a gasp as Esme messed with his nipple.

At those words, Esme pressed on, wanting the boy to know that he was loved, wanting him to know without a shadow of a doubt. His hand gently stroked the slave's hardened flesh in time with the thrusts that Esme was pushing into him.

Jamie let out a gasp when the pace changed. He continued to dig his nails into Esme's back. He was panting and letting out gasp after gasp. There even moan's mixed in with it. He was getting close to cumming. "I-I'm getting c-close," he said between gasps and moans.

Esme did not relent, infact he almost went harder into the boy; instead though he rolled Jamie onto his side so that he was facing the open room, held onto his leg for leverage and thrust at a new angle, his other hand still working the boy over. He was sure his back was bleeding, but he didn't care.

Jamie panted as Esme turned him onto his side. He couldn't hold onto Esme anymore. He gripped the fabric of the couch as Esme continued. He let out gasps and moans at the new angle. It was hitting more nerves. It felt really good.

Giving one last, very hard thrust, Esme groaned as he came, rubbing the boy desperately to get him to cum. A cracked version of Jamie's name came from the immortal.

Jamie felt Esme cum inside of him. He let out a moan. Moments later, he let out a louder moan as he came too. He panted softly, his small body shaking slightly from the pleasure.

The immortal didn't stop moving until Jamie had let out all of his cum and bending low he kissed the boy.

"Have I told you how delicious you are when you're in the throws of ecstasy?", he asked curiously.

Jamie panted when Esme stopped. He kissed the immortal back and blushed when he heard what he said. "No, you haven't told me that yet," he said softly to him.

The man in question smiled gently and pulled out of the boy before laying down beside him, cuddling up to him and kissing his ear.

"So have I changed your views at least a little bit?", he asked curiously.

Jamie nodded a bit. "Yes," he said to him. He had changed his views and even showed him how far he would go for him.

"Tell me how", he whispered.

Jamie thought for a moment. "You showed me that not all people are like that bastard," he said softly to him.

Esme nibbled at the boys throat lovingly and held him tenderly close.

"Were they all like that?", he asked curiously, slowly drifting off to sleep, his blonde hair flitting over his face.

Jamie looked Esme for a moment. "They tried to be, but I wouldn't let anyone touch me after that man," he said softly.

"Then...why let...me...?", Esme asked, his voice drifting in and out as he cuddled closer to the other male.

Jamie looked at Esme for a moment. "You didn't give me much of a choice, now did you?" he asked softly. It was true. Esme had not given him much of a choice on being touched.

Esme didn't reply, he was asleep, his blonde hair flitting over his face as he lay with his head against Jamie's back. It was understandable, the immortal hadn't had a real night's sleep since he'd bought Jamie.

Jamie could tell that Esme was asleep. This was so weird. He sighed softly and shut his eyes. He might as well get some rest as well.