Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Something About Him ❯ Humiliated ( Chapter 14 )

VegoSacomoto~~Welcome back! I was beginning to wonder where you went! ^_^ Katan will get quite dark, but I think he will still be loveable. I hope that you are very very patient with me as they will not have sex for a while. I really wish I could have them jump into bed together right now, but that would ruin the story. **Considers writing random PWP to supplement the story lol**

 

Deangelized~~Haha that little jewel of a plot bunny with the chocolate is thanks to my friend, subility, who gave me the idea. She has a fascinating Draco.Hermione fic going on over at AdultFanFiction.net if you're interested in Harry Potter Het. (I don't normally enjoy Het, but she has the characterizations so perfect!)

 

Katan went along with the bribing because, while he is good at many things, he is very knew to the concept of training slaves, so I thought it would be fitting if he made some of the common mistakes that first time parents, or child care providers make. I realize I haven't done a good job of establishing the differences between their world and ours. (I'm planning a second novel to explain everything about the origins of vessels, their powers, their world etc.) So I wanted to clarify that in this world slaves are bred. It is very uncommon for someone who had had a taste of freedom to be forced into slavery, therefore, training knowledge is not really necessary. Thanks for always catching my spelling mistakes! Keep calling them out as you see them!

 

I think you will both, (as well as all you lurkers out there, and yes, I know you're there because this story gets exactly 27 hits every time I update,) enjoy Raythe. He is impossible not to love.

 

A/N Jason's mind is a confused and tormented place, and we oh so love to dwell there!

 

This chapter is slightly longer than the others page-wise, so I'm only posting one. I need to slow down, because you're about to catch up to me, and I'd like to keep my updates consistently weekly if at all possible!

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Chapter 14

Humiliated

 

“Master?”

 

Katan turned from the window he had been staring intently out of to meet Jason's inquisitive eyes.

 

“Yes?”

 

“Who exactly is this that we're going to see?”

 

“My brother.”

 

“Your brother?”

 

Katan let out an amused laugh at Jason's confusion.

 

“He's really just a very good friend. We grew up together. We were so close that people always assumed we were brothers, so we eventually adopted the title for ourselves. We are both only children. His parents traveled a lot, and my uncle was his god father, so he would stay with us when they were off on their trips.”

 

“I see…”

 

“He is the best person for your first trial run…no need to be nervous.”

 

Jason didn't answer but simply nodded. His mind was racing. He was desperately trying to remember all of Mark's tips, but the only words that he kept recalling were Mark saying how he should feel pressured.

 

Well, mission accomplished.

 

Jason's heart was thumping uncomfortably in his chest as they walked up to the front door of a house every bit as impressive as Katan's. The doorman smiled at Katan, wishing him a good evening and rushing to open the door for him. Jason felt a flush creep up his neck as the man's eyes traveled across his body, taking in every detail.

 

The butler led them to a comfortable sitting room, and said that Raythe would be with them shortly.

 

Katan took a seat in a high backed chair, and Jason kneeled at his side.

 

“Your form is flawless, pet.” Katan praised.

 

Jason felt a warm flush go through him at the name. Not an angry kind of flush like he would expect of himself, but something very different. Something he'd never felt before. He didn't have much time to ponder it though, as the sitting room door opened. Jason stole only a quick glance at the vessel, but he saw that he was strong, tall, and very handsome. He had shoulder length brown hair with a green streak in his bangs. Jason tried to remember what powers green vessels possessed, but his thoughts were so scattered he couldn't remember anything.

 

“Katan! It's been too long!”

 

Katan rose and shook Raythe's hand, but Raythe pulled him into a hug, slapping him on the back before releasing him.

 

“It has, friend. Life has kept us much too busy lately.”

 

“This must be the new slave you've been telling me about.”

 

Raythe walked over to Jason, putting his hand under his chin to lift his head. As Jason locked eyes with him he was surprised. He saw such kindness there, and his touch was so gentle.

 

“He's beautiful, Katan. You've always had an eye for beauty, and this one is definitely a rarity.”

 

“Yes, I know. I'm his first owner. No brands, no scars, and no training.”

 

Raythe chuckled, and it was a very friendly sound. “I do admit I have a hard time seeing you as a trainer, Katan. Tell me boy, how many times has he lost his temper with you?”

 

Jason looked hesitantly at Katan.

 

“It's alright, Jason, speak when spoken to.” Katan assured him.

 

“Master Katan has been more than patient with me, Sir. I'm afraid I've tried his last nerve from time to time.” Jason answered humbly, but while maintaining eye contact with Raythe.

 

Raythe smiled down at him. “Jason, it doesn't bother me, in fact I prefer it, but some of our peers don't appreciate slaves making eye contact with them.”

 

Jason's heart began beating even faster afraid he had already screwed up. He looked at the floor instinctively. “Yes, Sir, I'm sorry.”

 

The gentle fingers were once again lifting his face. “I said I don't mind. Your eyes are very mesmerizing.”

 

Jason blushed slightly. “Thank you, sir.”

 

“It's just something to keep in mind at the party.”

 

“Party?” Jason asked, confused.

 

“My birthday party, Katan, you'll bring him, won't you?”

 

“We'll see how his training does between now and then.” Katan replied.

 

Raythe squinted and leaned closer to Jason.

 

“He's not completely flawless, I see.”

 

“Why do you say that?” Katan asked, diverting his gaze to where Raythe was looking.

 

“Where did he get these scars?” Raythe asked, brushing some fine lines around his mouth.

 

Katan let out a low growl. “Those pissants at the auction house put a claw and a hood on him while he was heavily sedated, and then Tobin pulled that stunt. It's a miracle that it scarred as little as it has.”

 

Raythe walked around Jason, looking at the bottoms of Jason's feet where slightly more visible scars had formed.

 

“Have you taken pictured of these in case you choose to sue Crane?”

 

“Of course.”

 

“Would you like me to heal them?”

 

“Are you sure? The ones on his feet go quite deep.”

 

Raythe smiled at Katan. “You know I've always felt bad about not being able to help Mark, let me do this.”

 

Katan smiled and nodded.

 

Raythe set his hand on top of Jason's head, and a green light began to shine around him. Jason watched as the scars began to appear around Raythe's face, and continued to worsen until they looked like fresh wounds. Then they slowly faded away completely. Raythe's eyebrows knitted together and he grunted as he nearly fell over. Katan rushed forward and grabbed him to support him. After a few more seconds, he opened his eyes, and the green light faded.

 

“Are you alright?” Katan asked, concerned.

 

“Yeah, I'm fine, probably wasn't so smart to heal foot injuries while standing is all.”

 

Jason got off of his knees so that he could look at the bottoms of his feet.

 

“Amazing! Thank you! So green is for healers.”

 

Raythe laughed. “Yes, that's what we do.”

 

“Jason.” Katan's voice was a warning that made Jason freeze, “I did not give you permission to break stance.”

 

“I'm sorry, I wanted to see…”

 

“No excuses, just resume the position.”

 

Jason did as told, keeping his eyes on the floor. He felt a sense of shame for loosing himself in the moment.

 

What is wrong with me?

 

“Come now, Katan, no need to be so harsh on the boy.”

 

“Yes, unfortunately there is. If I give him an inch he takes a mile. How do you think he got himself saddled with that collar?” The edge in Katan's voice was hard to miss. He was upset.

 

Raythe laughed again, “You're too stressed, my friend, come, sit, lets play a game of chess.”

 

Katan smiled and nodded, sinking again into the high backed chair.

 

“I'd suggest some drinks, but I think we should save those for after the game, I do poorly enough against you as it is.” Raythe commented as his butler came and set up a glass chess board with crystal pieces.

 

Their game seemed to drag on forever, and Jason's neck was cramping terribly from the stance. He kept shifting his weight in an attempt to alleviate the tension in his legs.

 

“You know, Katan, you could be merciful, and let the boy relax.” Raythe commented.

 

“Nonsense,” Katan replied, “He's being punished.”

 

“We've been playing for over an hour.”

 

Katan glanced at his watch. “Have we?” He then looked at Jason, whose face quite clearly displayed his discomfort. “Alright, Jason, you can relax.”

 

Jason said nothing for fear he couldn't keep the irritation he was feeling out of his voice, but instead untangled himself into a more comfortable sitting position.

 

As their game continued nearly another hour, Jason had been stealing glances at the board throughout the game, but now he stared intently.

 

“Alright, what am I missing?” Raythe asked Jason.

 

“Sir?”

 

“You weren't interested until about 2 plays ago, so I'm guessing you see something I don't.”

 

“Don't be ridiculous, Raythe, he can't play chess. How would he have learned?” Katan said exasperatedly.

 

“My father taught me.” Jason replied, with a slight bite to his tone. “Depending on the choices you make, Master Katan could win in 2 moves.”

 

“That's not surprising.” Raythe answered amusedly, “He is a master.”

 

“You put up a good fight, friend.”

 

Raythe sighed and reached for his knight.

 

“You can still win.” Jason announced.

 

“I can?” Raythe asked.

 

“Yes, but I wouldn't move your knight, if I were you.”

 

“Katan, do you mind if I borrow your slave?”

 

Katan smirked. “If you think he'll help you, but you should know by now, I don't leave loop holes in my strategies.”

 

“We'll see.” Raythe replied snidely, “Come over here, boy.”

 

Jason crawled over to sit at Raythe's feet, between him and the table.

 

“What would you suggest I move?” Raythe asked.

 

“Your rook to his bishop.”

 

“But then his pawn will take my rook.”

 

“And if you move your knight, he'll take your queen.”

 

Raythe studied the board. “You're right!”

 

Raythe moved his rook, and reached out to massage the back of Jason's neck as Katan made his move.”

 

 

Jason felt the tension melt from his muscles, and let out a low moan of pleasure, making Raythe laugh a bit. “You like that?”

 

“Yes Sir. Your hands are very skilled.”

 

“It's a gift of healers.”

 

Raythe made a few more moves on his own while Jason watched approvingly.

 

“Check.” Katan said with a smile.

 

“Jason, what do you think?”

 

“Now use your knight.”

 

“Okay…if you're sure…” Raythe moved his knight, which was quickly sacrificed.

 

Another play went by.

 

“Check.” Katan said again, this time he was smug.

 

“Jason?”

 

“Queen.”

 

“Are you mad? I can't sacrifice my last serious player!” Raythe exclaimed.

 

“Trust me.”

 

“Alright, it's just a game, anyway.”

 

Raythe sacrificed his queen, and Jason smiled as he saw Katan take it with his remaining bishop, leaving the King unprotected. His guard was down because Raythe had nothing but two pawns and a king left on the board.

 

“Check.” Katan said again.

 

“Check mate.” Jason replied.

 

“What?” Katan looked down to see that one of Raythe's pawns had made it all the way across the board and was in perfect line with his king.

 

“Very nice, Jason! It's been a long time since I've seen Katan loose to anyone!” Raythe said, patting Jason on the back.

 

Katan's shocked eyes met with Jason's. “Yes, very good, pet.”

 

There it was again. A hot wave rippled through Jason and seemed to pool in his groin at Katan's words.

 

“Play again?” Katan asked.

 

“I don't feel that lucky,” Raythe replied, “I think I'll just bask in this glory for a while.”

 

Katan laughed a bit. “Alright. After 20 years of loosing, I suppose you deserve that much.”

 

“20 years, how old are you?” Jason asked, surprised, and forgetting his place.

 

“Jason! That is not a polite question!” Katan reprimanded.

 

“Its ok, Katan. I'm turning 40, and Katan is 42.”

 

Jason looked instantly confused. And Raythe chuckled.

 

“Don't you know, Vessels age very well?”

 

“I…yes…but…wow.” Was all Jason could manage. Katan looked to be in his mid twenties, though Jason knew this was impossible, as Mark had told him that Katan was 9 years older than him, and he knew Mark to be in his early thirties, but he had never connected the age difference before. Katan had lived an entire life that Jason knew nothing about, had not been any part of. He didn't know why, but this thought made him sad.

 

“Well, enough talk of age and upcoming birthdays, it's depressing to admit that you're getting old.” Raythe joked.

 

“Not old, my friend, you have a long way to go to be called old.” Katan assured him.

 

“Sometimes I sure feel old, Katan.”

 

“I warned you years ago to take it easy with the healing. There is plenty of evidence to suggest frequent healing leads to a shorter lifespan.”

 

“Yes, yes, I know, but what's the point of having the power if I'm not going to use it?”

 

Katan shook his head. “We've had this conversation a million times, and you're always stubborn.”

 

Raythe flashed a mischievous grin which made him look like a teenager. “Well, since we know how it ends, why not skip it all together?”

 

Katan huffed, but said no more.

 

“Jon, please bring us some of the scotch I brought back from the Oreyal isle.”

 

“Yes, sir.” The butler answered and disappeared.

 

“You have to try this stuff, Katan, it is amazing!”

 

“That's right, how was your trip?”

 

“It was good! I had a lot of fun…and even got a little business done in between.” Raythe grinned again. And Katan smiled and shook his head.

 

The door opened, and Jon returned with a tray, and the largest dog Jason had ever seen came bounding into the room. Jason scurried back to Katan's side in a desperate attempt to get away from the vicious looking beast.

 

Both Katan and Raythe laughed at his reaction.

 

“It's alright, Jason, that's just Jazmyn.” Raythe assured him in a soothing voice.

 

“Raythe has always been fascinated with dogs. He is a trainer, and this is quite literally a canine plantation.” Katan explained, as Jazmyn sniffed Jason, who sat stock still. ”How many do you own now?”

 

“At present there are 482 on the premises.”

 

“Raythe doesn't believe in owning slaves, so his small staff and his dogs are his company.”

 

“You aren't afraid of dogs, are you, Jason?” Raythe asked, concerned, as Jason reached out timidly to pet Jazmyn.

 

“No, Sir, I've just never seen one so big!”

 

Jason laughed as Jazmyn licked his hand.

 

“She likes you. She's a good judge of people.” Raythe commented, and then called her to his side, where she sat perfectly, allowing him to pet her. Jason returned to Katan's side, as well.

 

As Raythe and Katan began enjoying their drinks and talking, Jason started to notice that the dog had a very beautiful collar, probably worth thousands. It was covered in jewels, and had Raythe's crest on the center jewel. It showed that she was adored, and wanted. That she belonged somewhere.

 

Jason started comparing the significance of a dog's collar to his. His collar meant that he was trouble; that he had to be controlled. It made him undesirable— marked him as something negative.

 

He watched as Raythe lovingly stroked Jazmyn's head, as if he wasn't even aware of it. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, showing affection to the thing he loved.

 

Jason was so deep in thought, that it startled him when Katan reached out and began running his fingers through his hair. He stared across at the dog sitting by Raythe, and he suddenly realized that he was exactly the same. He was a rich man's dog. Only, Jazmyn had it better, her master loved and appreciated her. He was just property. The only reason Katan gave any interest as to his well being was because of the money he had paid for him.

 

Tears sprang to Jason's eyes. His collar suddenly felt very heavy. He was ashamed to be wearing it. Ashamed to be kneeling. What had he allowed himself to be reduced to? What would his father say? What would his sister say? He was suddenly humiliated by himself.

 

Through his tears Jason saw Raythe slip Jazmyn a bite of the cake that they were eating with their drinks. Katan tapped Jason on the shoulder.

 

“Would you like a piece, pet?”

 

This time the name sent rage through Jason. That made it obvious, that's all Katan saw him as.

 

“I'm not your fucking pet!” Jason yelled as he slapped Katan's hand away, sending the cake to the floor.

 

“Jason!” Katan exclaimed angrily, “Pick that up and apologize at once!”

 

“Never!” Jason shouted, springing to his feet, he pushed the table with the drinks on it over, sending the crystal glasses and decanter of expensive scotch to the floor with a crash. He hurried toward the doorway, but stopped abruptly and fell to the floor, writhing in pain as the collar around his neck emitted strong electrical shocks.

 

Jason screamed as his body seized under the shocks, and he felt his pants getting wet as he lost control of his bladder functions. He felt sharp pains in his chest as his heart beat erratically.

 

“Katan, stop! You'll kill him!” Raythe begged, but the shocks continued.

 

“KATAN!” Raythe shouted, walking over to Katan and shoving him back into his chair.

 

Jason tried to remember how to breathe as the shocks stopped. He was still recovering as Katan stomped over and yanked him roughly to his feet.

 

“You are finished!” He yelled angrily, “Do you hear me? Finished!”

 

“Master…” Jason didn't get to finish as Katan back handed him across the jaw. The darkness tried to claim him, but Jason fought for consciousness through the pain of his aching jaw.

 

“Don't call me that! You've humiliated me. I'm embarrassed to be called your master. You'll be sold, first thing tomorrow.”

 

“Please…”

 

“Sleep!” Before the word had left Katan's lips, Jason went limp.