Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ The Kindness of a Master ( Chapter 3 )

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This one will be showing you more of Katan's thoughts that Jason's.

 

VegoSacomoto~~She won't have a very big role in the story, and yes her dad is a bastard. This world I've created is just full of them lol.

 

Kiee666~~Glad you like it! I look forward to you reading more! ^_^

 

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Chapter 3

The Kindness of a Master

 

 

Katan stalked to his room, carrying his injured slave in his arms. Truth be told he was more than a little upset, he was seething. However, as a man of class and high status he had learned to keep his outward composure. Men of his caliber were not supposed to lose their cool. They were expected to remain calm and dignified in any circumstance. To handle every situation with grace and suave, and never ruin the illusion that they were in complete control. Katan was not about to get into a power struggle with one who had so much positive public exposure lately. He would lay low for a bit, and not attend any social functions at which he knew Tobin would be present. He would wait to meet him again somewhere where he had the advantage.

 

These social games could be quite tricky at times, and needed to be handled with finesse. He was sure that after his inexcusable behavior toward Marie, that story would make the papers in a matter of days. He wasn't worried, though; the public had come to expect his romances to come to a flashy halt. Katan had never had much luck with women; nearly every relationship he'd been in had failed, and not quietly. Katan, however, was man enough to admit that most of those failures were his own fault. He tended to bore of the women of his class easily, unable to find even a shred of respect enough for them to end the relationship kindly and quietly. By now his love life had become a source of entertainment for most of society. He knew of the betting pools that were begun with each new girlfriend, and had indeed held off breaking up with a woman for a particular date or place in order to help out a friend in need of some extra cash. By now the women, women such as Marie, expected the relationship to go as such. But still they came, they hung on his arm for a month or two, getting more exposure at the fanciest of parties than they'd ever dared dream. They'd be showered with gifts and their hearts every desire would be met. They would warm his bed on the nights he required so of them, and then when the whole thing would end with a bang they'd have a higher place in society, a new wardrobe, and a slew of diamonds to console them until some dashing, gullible, available young man came along to make them forget all their woes. Most of them were unhappily married to some young aristocrat or some stuffy old rich geezer within the year.

 

When at last they'd reached his room he kicked the bottom of the door to simulate a knock.

"Mark, it's me, open up." Katan's voice came out much harsher than he'd intended, clearly his anger was not well masked at the moment.

 

There was the sound of feet rushing to the door in a near run as the door was hurriedly unlocked and opened. Katan pushed his way into the room, instructing that the door be shut and locked behind him and that the curtains be drawn.

 

"Master, if I may ask, who is this?" Mark asked timidly, never making eye contact.

"A new slave I've purchased, unfortunately Tobin was a bit angry that I outbid him, and long story short, now he's injured."

"I'll fetch some water and towels."

"Thank you, Mark."

Katan sat the injured slave on the bed.

"Hang in there. The pain will be attended to soon."

 

When Mark returned with the towels he did a quick appraisal of his master's newest investment.

"Sir, why does he have the hood on, is he dangerous?"

"Possibly, Mark, so I'd rather you stayed back."

 

Mark began backing away slowly.

"Master, blood."

Katan noticed that mark was pointing not at his slave's bleeding feet, but at a few streams of blood that were clearly coming from under the hood.

"Shit."

 

Katan attached the lead chain to the bed post before undoing the ankle cuffs and swinging Jason's legs onto the bed.

 

"I'm going to take this hood off now, try anything and you'll be sorry. I want to help you, but if you make me, I will hurt you."

 

He watched as Jason nodded slowly, then began loosening the belt strap that held the hood around his neck. He slowly removed the hood, growling in anger at what he saw. The source of the blood was a device known as a muzzle claw. It had a small piece that went inside the mouth to make it set just right, and a dozen or so tiny sharp thin wires that stuck out to hold the skin around the jaw taunt, effectively keeping the wearer from forming any words whatsoever. However, the draw backs to these muzzle claws was that if the wearer's sense of pain had been impaired, by say, large amounts of sedatives, or if he was to experience sudden pain, such as having a bottle shattered across the bottoms of his feet, then he would pull despite the pain of the sharp wires, and then ran the risk of seriously injuring himself.

 

Mark gasped at the sight.

"I'm going to sue those fucking bastards!" Katan shouted, the anger again evident, so much so that Mark instinctively shrunk back a few steps.

 

"Okay, this is going to hurt, but it needs to be done, so try not to pull too much." Katan warned, as he began to pull the embedded wires from around Jason's mouth.

 

Jason whimpered the first time, but was then silent. When Katan was finished, Mark handed him an ice pack, which he placed to Jason's mouth, and then un-cuffed one of his hands so that he could hold it there himself.

 

"Okay, now for the feet." Katan shifted, and began carefully picking the tiny shards of glass from Jason's feet. When he was sure they were all removed successfully, he washed and bandaged his feet.

 

Katan then ordered a large amount of room service, and when it had arrived he positioned Jason so that he was sitting on the bed chained to the headboard by his waist, his hands and feet were now free, and Katan sat a plate of food in front of him. Jason eyeballed it hungrily, before grabbing the first thing he could off of the plate and stuffing it in his mouth.

 

Katan raised an eyebrow at his slave. "Usually you'd wait for me to give you permission to begin eating."

 

Jason sunk back a bit at the reprimand. "I-I apologize..."

 

It took a minute for Katan to recover from the shock of his slave's first words. Usually it took slaves days to crack, even the good ones. "That's fine, I'm sure you're hungry...when was the last time that you ate?"

 

Jason paused thoughtfully, "It's been at least a week, but I've been so out of it with the drugs they gave me I'm not exactly sure how many days I lost."

 

Katan shook his head. "Horrible."

 

Jason continued eating ravenously.

 

"Do...you have a name?"

 

"Don't masters normally just assign numbers or something?"

 

Katan couldn't fight the smirk that made it to his lips. "Some, but that's usually a practice only for test subjects or workers. I have no intentions of making you either, so I would like to know your name."

 

"It's Jason."

 

Katan didn't miss the fact that his slave had been extremely jumpy since he removed his hood. Could this boy have already in his short career as a slave, experienced such horrors at the hands of a master that he trusted no one?

 

"I know that you haven't been a slave long, please, tell me your story."

 

"I was sold by my uncle...they came about a month ago, and ripped me away from my precious little sister. We were orphaned when I was ten and she was six. My uncle took us in and worked us both to the bone, but we had food and shelter, so we were happy, then he married this woman who had a habit of gambling...after she came along he started treating us both much worse. I assume that he sold me to pay off her gambling debts."

 

"I see, what happened after you left your uncle?"

 

"I was sent to this man who had me do all sorts of tasks in an attempt to appraise my abilities, but I was still so in shock I'm afraid I was quite a handful for him."

 

Katan gave an understanding nod, encouraging him to continue.

 

"I was passed off to a trader, and he had to leave in the middle of our travels to this auction, he left his second in command in charge, and he went around putting those awful hoods on all of us."

 

"So you have a problem with the hoods?"

 

"Yes, I get very claustrophobic...the hoods are a nightmare to me. I didn't mean to fight them, but my body reacted on it's own, and I guess I bloodied the leader's nose in my struggle, that's when they sedated me...after that I'm not really sure what happened."

 

"I see. Well, Jason, you've had a stressful week, so I suggest that you finish your food and then get some sleep."

 

Jason hurriedly finished his food, and watched as Katan called the maid to come collect the dishes. He watched as Mark curled up on the small love seat in the other room. He watched as Katan fixed the pillows just to his liking on the other bed.

 

"Um...sir?"

 

"I prefer Master, and yes?"

 

"Sorry, Master, I hate to, but may I ask a favor?"

 

"Yes?"

 

"See, I know it sounds weird, but ever since Kara became my responsibility as children, I've done exercises before bed...It started off as a way to make myself strong enough to do enough work to earn us both a decent meal the next day...after that it just became a habit, and now I have a hard time sleeping if I haven't done it."

 

Katan looked thoughtfully at Jason, as if sizing him up and trying to see if he had any false intentions, but all he found in those eyes was embarrassment.

 

Katan nodded, "I think that can be arranged."

"I'll keep it quick, I promise."

 

Katan walked over to completely unchain his slave, and was almost surprised when Jason didn't try anything, he simply sunk to the floor and began doing pushups. Katan sat on the edge of his bed to watch him. It was obvious from his muscles and form that he had been doing this a very long time.

 

Katan watched in awe as Jason's slender yet powerful arms pushed his frame off of the floor again and again. He wasn't sure how many push ups Jason did, he had lost count at 80, but within 10 minutes Jason pulled himself back to bed and announced that he was finished.

 

Katan allowed him to get comfortable in bed before chaining him again.

 

"I'm sorry for the chains, but they are necessary until I know you well enough to trust you not to run."

 

"I understand, Master."