Because of You (ACuckoo and Zombie) [18+]

[ACuckoo]

"Wha... N-no... No please don't, master..." But it was already too late. The other man had made up his mind and Camden had no choice but to comply. How cruel could one person be? Camden's hands and feet hurt more than they ever had in his life and now he had to try to crawl to the bathroom... Alex was terrible. Part of him wondered if he would be punished regardless if he made it to the bathroom or not, but he couldn't risk getting punished again. He couldn't....

 

He sat up, his body screaming at him after being in the same position for nearly seven hours. He whimpered and tried to stand on his feet only for his knees to crumple underneath him. He moaned loudly in pain, but the thought of suffering through another punishment moved him forward. He picked his arms to suffer the most and crawled military style towards the bathroom, resisting the urge to scream as pain soared through his body. "I-I can't, master... Please I..." He hated himself for crying. He hated this man for torturing him like this. He hated his ex for putting him here in the first place. He hated that he wasn't already broken so he wouldn't have to suffer anymore. He figured he would be broken when his thoughts matched his actions and right now his thoughts were on how much he hated everyone and everything while his actions showed how desperately he wanted his master and his help. "Please don't do this to me. Please, master, I need your help." He gave up crawling and fell flat on the ground, letting his arms and legs rest more. "Please, I can't... Do you really want to do this to me?" He looked up at him, tears streaming down his cheeks as he still desperately and probably in vain tried to convince himself this man didn't really want to hurt him like this. "Master...?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex couldn't stop laughing. God, Camden was so pathetic! Watching him try to crawl, only to fail continuously was incredibly amusing for the man. He held onto his stomach as he bent over, adoring the feeling of absolute power it granted for him. Yes, this was what he needed. He wouldn't allow any more of the emotional nonsense. That wouldn't happen again. He would just break his pet in all ways, as much as he could, break him into a billion tiny pieces and then collect them back together to make Camden his.

 

"You're so pathetic." He laughed, wiping off a tear that had run down his cheek from the intense laughter. With a near crazed smirk he walked back up to Camden, still chuckling quietly. He turned him over with his foot, placing it on top of his chest. "You understand now, don't you? You don't have any power when you're with me. I'm in control... And I'll always be in control. You won't get to do anything without me anymore." He grinned before roughly pulling him up by his arms, tossing him back onto the bed. "So pathetic..." He repeated, gripping his jaw tightly to press their lips into a messy kiss. He let his other hand wander over his pet's body, stimulating his nipples and cock, teasing his asshole. "How about this... I'll carry you to the bathroom and let you wash... And all you have to do is let me shove as many toys into you as I can fit without a single complaint. You won't even have to do anything, just lay there like a sweet little slave you are." Alex grinned, roughly beginning to pump his cock. Honestly, right now he just wanted to make Camden suffer. "Or I could take you out on a walk, with a leash and you wearing tails and ears in a few days. You'd go on all fours, behave like a real pet, and I'd fuck you somewhere outside... You pick, which one." Alex chuckled, roughly biting into his neck, drawing blood. The man seemed to be on the edge of being downright crazy.

[ACuckoo]

Camden had never been so repulsed by one person in his life. He never imagined this kind of person existed. It was just... Too cruel. For someone like this be walking this earth, to hold as much power as he did, to be able to treat another human being this way and suffer no consequences... It was too cruel. Camden's body screamed at him, but there was nothing he could do to help it. It trembled under his master's touch and Camden was sure his terror had overridden any pleasure he may have felt at the man pumping him. He had become hard, yes, but his eyes were wide with fear and melancholy. He wanted to die; at this point dying was the least of his fears. What was so wrong with dying when the devil was standing right in front of him?

 

His breathing grew heavier the more he was pumped and he screamed as he was roughly bitten, but he was hardly distracted by the sensations running through him. He had a decision to make after all, though he doubted it would matter. His master would do both or neither or pick the opposite of whichever Camden chose. He had more options... He could fight back but considering how his master was acting he didn't put it past him to kill him whether or purpose or accident, and in his fear that seemed like the best option. There was still that little piece of him that wanted to live though, and he cursed it to hell and back. Fine. He would choose this abuse. He would suffer through it or die. He doubted either result mattered to his master. He would survive this night one way or another. Perhaps he would come out stronger or even more broken than he already was, but he refused to let this be the end of him. When this was over he would collect himself, figure out just how close to being broken he was if he wasn't entirely, and try again.

 

"The first one... The toys..." He said a bit prouder than he meant to. Let the night begin.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex adored the feeling, but it was only masking the incredible fear inside. He had to break Camden, or he would be the one broken instead. He didn't think logically anymore, he just tried to keep himself at the top, without anyone being more powerful than he was. Truthfully, he was on the edge of breaking down himself, bursting into tears that he'd held in for years. "My little pet..." He whispered, claiming his lips into another rough, possessive kiss. Camden's thoughts weren't exactly wrong, either - in this state, he probably wouldn't even realize what was too far, what would kill his treasured possession. If he did realize, it would be too late. He'd never intentionally killed anyone before, of course. That would destroy what was left of his sane mind.

 

"I'll do it tomorrow, then." He whispered into his ear before picking him up, wobbling at the weight in his arms. He laughed, as if he was trying to push away his insecurities and fear. But god, it showed in his eyes, in the way they darted around, in the way his fingers trembled, and not from the strain of holding another human. "I'll play with you all day tomorrow..." He whispered, walking to the bathroom, feeling as if he was going to throw up. He placed Camden into the bath tub and stepped away, still chuckling, albeit a bit nervously now. "Wash yourself... I want to go to sleep." He muttered, his eyes wide as he slid down the wall onto the floor. The rush of power was gone. His chuckles slowly turned into hiccups, hands sliding into his hair, desperately grabbing onto it. He was so scared. His whole body, his mind were only filled with fear now, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks even if his face was hidden in his knees. He felt like a child. He hated these episodes of weakness, he despised other people seeing them... But they kept on happening. Over, and over, and over again. He didn't know how to fight them back, he didn't know how to stop them, how to get rid of them. The only thing he knew was that having power pushed them away for a while, until he slipped. Until something went wrong. Just like now...

[ACuckoo]

The kiss didn’t frighten Camden. It didn’t feel hostile or dangerous. It was possessive, yes, but it didn’t scare him. In fact it made him feel pity for this man. This man who had tortured him and hurt him… It made him feel pity for him. At least his master had calmed down enough that he would wait before using those toys on him, but Camden didn’t feel any better when he was lifted in his arms. He gripped the other man tightly not because he wanted to be nearer to him, but because he didn’t want to suddenly be dropped from his unsteady hold. Once in the bathroom he sat in the tub, watching as his master lost his control and his composure. He stared at him for a while, watched him break apart. What could two nearly broken people do for one another? Which one would step up and take control? Camden almost scoffed. He couldn’t have control if he wanted… But he could at least show his master there are different ways to control and harming didn’t have to be one of them.

 

Camden turned on the water and let the tub fill up, waiting until it reached a good place before going over to his master. He didn’t feel bad about letting him sit there and wallow in his misery. Just because Camden felt some symapthy for him now didn’t give an excuse to all he had endured. But seeing him now… He understood a little better. He crawled out of the tub, still cringing at the bits of remaining pain his body and made his way over to this desolate man. He didn’t know if his master saw him come over, but he placed a few kisses to the top of his head, then gently rubbed it. “Why don’t you come take a bath with me? You want to? I bet you don’t think it’s a good idea to sleep with the smell of alcohol on you. Let’s get clean together.” he spoke in a way that allowed his master to keep control or he hoped he did. As much as he wanted to help him he tread cautiously, though it seemed the other man was spent. He pulled him close and held him in his arms, still leaving little kisses on his the top of his head as he helped him undress. Even though he had ultimately left the decision to his master, Camden wouldn’t take no for an answer on taking a bath together. They could both use it. “Hey…” He gently moved his master’s face to his when he got his shirt off, not focusing on his tear stained face but on his eyes that held so much melancholy. He stroked his cheek, gave him a small smile, and lightly kissed him. “I should hate you, but I don’t. I never did. I don’t even think I want to hate you. I want to care for you if you’ll let me. That’s all.” He hugged him tightly before helping him stand to assist him in removing his pants, then took him to the tub where he sat next to the other instead of between his legs so he could hold his head against his chest. “I’m sorry I hurt you before. I realize I did. And I’m so sorry.” Camden felt that he deserved an apology too, but that could wait. Right now, even after those seven terrifying hours, he just wanted to help this lonely, sad man.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex was completely drowned in his fear. It had control of each nerve in his body. Could he even be called a human? He didn't act like one, that was for sure. It wasn't his fault, though... His parents made him like this. Spoiled, but willing to do anything to get to the very top and be in control of everything below. Any kind of slip made him feel like he was disappointing someone, like he wasn't good enough. Hell, after episodes like these, or rather to stop them, to distract himself from the psychological pain, he turned to physical pain. The scars weren't that visible, mostly on his inner thighs. He hid them, ashamed of them.

 

He flinched when he felt a kiss placed on top of his head. He didn't understand. He didn't say a word, but let himself be pulled up. He really felt like a child. Alex turned his gaze away as Camden moved his face to meet his own. He didn't want to look at anyone. He choked out a sob at his words, confused as of why would a person he tried so desperately wouldn't hate him, help him even. After they both got into the bath, Alex let himself be held against the other, still hiccuping quietly. He felt weak. It was a disgusting feeling. Even more so, now that his pet had seen him in such state. "Don't ever speak of this." He whispered, closing his eyes while trying to distance himself from everything. Unconsciously, his nails were digging into his palm, almost to the point of breaking the skin and drawing blood. Maybe if he hurt himself enough he would forget about how useless he was. About what a disappointment he was. About how no matter what he did he would still screw up. His head fell against Camden's shoulder helplessly, his eyelashes wet from the tears. The man needed help, even if he refused to admit it. No one was supposed to learn about how pathetic he was.

[ACuckoo]

"Speak of what?" Camden let a small smile play across his lips. Even before he was asked he didn't plan on saying anything about this. He could be vengeful, but not when it came to someone's true weakness, not when someone opened up in this way and revealed everything that made them vulnerable. Besides seeing his master like this was revenge enough, if he wanted it. But now that they had both fallen so far it was time to bring them back up.

 

Camden continued to place kisses on the other's head while gently rubbing his back with soap. He hoped the calming scent would relax the other man some. He noticed how his master dug his nails into his palm, and he softly, gently took his hand and held it in his own. Pain wasn't the answer whether it was delivered to someone else or personally. Still... He couldn't expect change overnight. He didn't expect his master to stop his streak of causing pain, or to suddenly stop punishing him so severely but... This was a good start, he thought. He turned to kiss the other's temple then whispered in his ear. "You can squeeze my hand as hard as you like. If you need to use nails that's fine. But I don't want you to hurt yourself, master." Offering himself up for pain wasn't ideal either, but this was different. He had given his permission and this pain wasn't because someone simply wanted to hurt him... His master needed something to cling to and if it hurt a bit in the process so be it. He just hoped his master recognized what he was offering to him and didn't take it for granted.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex pulled his hand away almost instantly after it was taken by the other. "I don't care what you want." He whispered, his head pounding from the alcohol and crying. Maybe he was just being incredibly stubborn, but he felt the need to go against whatever Camden said. Just like a child throwing a tantrum would do. Then again, pain helped him clear his mind in situations like this. Not causing it to others, but to himself. It made everything seem real, focused, bright. He definitely preferred that over a foggy understanding of what was happening around him.

 

Even so, Camden's actions, the hot water and soap seemed to soothe him, at least a little bit. At the very least he stopped crying. At some point, he wrapped his arms around the other, eyes closed as he leaned against his chest. Little by little, the intense fear was slipping away, only leaving tiredness. "I want to go to bed now." He muttered in a rather hoarse voice, once again sounding like a demanding child. Camden might have been the only one to actually see him in this state in years. He suffered through this alone, turning to pain to pull him out of the psychological suffering. Perhaps that was the reason why he couldn't act like a decent human being. "I just want to sleep..." He added quietly, his eyes shut tightly to minimize the headache. At least he wasn't violent, though only time would tell for how long that would continue.

[ACuckoo]

Camden didn’t mind when his master took his hand back. He let him do what he wanted, not that he had a lot of control over it. All he could do was try to soothe the other man and help him calm down and relax. His master was already feeling ashamed for the way he was acting and Camden was sure that tomorrow he would feel even more ashamed. He just wished that his master could understand that he didn’t care to see him this way; all he cared about was making sure he was alright. For all he had gone through Camden truly didn’t hate this man. Maybe it had something to do with the fact this man took his virginity, or maybe because he promised to pay for his schooling, or maybe Camden really just loved those moments where he took care of him and held him and was playful with him, but he cared. Camden cared for him.

 

“You’re right.” Camden whispered, slowly rinsing the soap off of the other man. “Let’s go to sleep.” He placed a few more kisses on his master’s head and once the soap was completely gone he helped the other stand. “Let me dry you, master.” Camden took the responsibility of drying the both of them, layering the other with kisses on his neck and cheek. Once they were both dry Camden led them to the bedroom and crawled into bed, pulling his master beside him. He clung to him tightly, and let the other man cling to him as well if he wanted. He just wanted his master to feel better…. With a sigh he kissed his head again and whispered, “good night,” then slowly dozed off only after his master had.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex found himself appreciating the softness and calmness that Camden showed. It made him feel a little bit more safe. He let the other rinse him off, slowly opening his eyes, staring at the water in front of him. Not a single word escaped his lips after he'd gotten out of the bath and Camden dried him. The soft kisses were something he found himself craving for. More of them, that was what his mind seemed to want most. However, all things had to come to and end - just, this time, what came after wasn't that bad. With his arms wrapped around his pet tightly, the blond easily fell asleep, buried underneath the blankets, sinking into the many pillows.

 

The night passed, and Alex woke up. Sadly, he wasn't feeling all that good. Hell, he looked like he'd caught a cold - although that could've easily been a hangover. It probably was. With a low groan, the man rolled over to his side, feeling nauseous. He couldn't remember half of what happened yesterday, and most of what he could remember he brushed off as a weirdass dream. There was no way he actually broke down in front of Camden... Right? He opened his eyes, staring at the man in front of him. God... What the hell did he do? A shudder ran down his spine, but he desperately pushed the blooming fear away into a corner of his mind. "You." He groaned, lightly kicking his hip, not enough to even push him. "Get me a glass of water and painkillers." He ordered, his voice hoarse. At least this way his pet wouldn't be able to tell it was a bit shaky. Opening up genuinely freaked him out.

[ACuckoo]

Camden whined loudly when he was kicked, not from pain but from being woken up so abruptly. He glanced at his master who looked like he'd been hit by a truck. "Okay..." Camden gave a wide yawn and slowly crawled off the bed, taking one of the lighter blankets with him just to cover himself. He was amused though... He hardly knew his way around this place; it was how they got into this mess in the first place. Thankfully he found a maid and had her escort him to the kitchen where he got a glass of water and painkillers. He also had the cook make a basic breakfast, nothing fancy but it would fill his master and hopefully improve his mood as well as help him feel better.

 

He made his way back to the bedroom where he crawled back on the bed and handed his master the water and pills. "Good morning." He said with a chuckle and a few kisses to other's neck. "I have breakfast coming. I'm not sure if you're hungry but it'll help you feel better." Camden lay back down and wrapped himself in the sheets. He personally thought the best idea for today would be for his master to relax in bed but if he wanted to go out Camden wouldn't fight him. He gently reached out to run his fingers up and down his master's thigh. Even though he wasn't sure what his master wanted to do he could at least suggest what he thought was best. "Why don't we stay in today, master? We can eat and relax. Maybe watch a movie together. If you want to we can shop online for whatever you want. I'll sit in your lap and we'll look at the computer together. Do you want to?"

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

The whine of his pet felt like a stab to his head. God, he could barely keep his eyes open... Even the softest light felt like hell. He buried his head underneath the blankets as well, only leaving some of his hair out. He couldn't really remember the last time he felt as shitty as he did right now... And he still couldn't believe he blurted all of that to Camden - his fucking pet. He couldn't stand the thought of him knowing of his weakness. He was bound to become either a lot more cruel or just... Cold, uncaring. The latter was easier.

 

So, when Camden came back, Alex barely let out a quiet grunt, drank down the medicine and turned to his other side with his back turned to the other. "Shut up and piss off." He spat out, closing his eyes. "Do whatever the fuck you want. I don't care." He grumbled, pulling the blanket over his head again. Hiding from his problems... That seemed to be something he knew best how to do. The man was considering getting a new pet and selling Camden again. This wasn't working for him. He didn't like this. And yet, a part of him really wanted Camden close. It was terrifying. He couldn't understand his own damn brain. Truly, if one was to look inside of him, he was about ninety percent fear and ten percent rage. Funny, wasn't it? "At least leave me alone until my head stops hurting." He muttered out after a while, not even sure if Camden was there, or if he'd heard him. That didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore...

[ACuckoo]

Well fine. Camden would just shut up and piss off all around the mansion and maybe find more rooms to invade to make his master all the more uncomfortable. With a glare at the man’s backside he started to crawl off the bed, but before he could make it his master spoke again. Camden rolled his eyes. The servant came in with breakfast and Camden motioned for him to stay quiet, leave it there, and walk out just as quietly. Somehow servants, whether waiter or pet, understood each other and the servant was gone in a flash. Camden meanwhile threw his legs back onto the bed and scooted closer to his master. He gently rubbed the other’s hair which was sticking out from his blanket. Why did he feel so compelled to take care of this man? Had he been broken so much? Or did he really just care for him?

 

He crawled under the blanket and pressed his chest against his master’s back, placing light kisses along his shoulder. His hand gently ran up and down the other’s side and he closed his eyes, just enjoying the closeness. “Just talk to me when you want to,” he whispered as quietly as he could, unsure his master even heard him. There was no need to speak now. He just held his master closely, peppering his back with kisses and soft touches. Even though he wanted to feel rage and to run off and leave this man behind, he couldn’t. He couldn’t bring himself to do it. He couldn’t leave him alone. The thought of the poor man being alone made Camden cling to him even tighter, as if making absolutely sure he couldn’t escape his grasp. He would hold him for as long as the other allowed him to.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex could feel his pet shifting around in the bed. So he would leave after all... Fine, he did ask for it. However, soon his thoughts proved to be wrong. He froze up a little bit as he felt arms sneaking around him again, but it only took him a few moments to relax against the warm body. Oh, he craved for affection like this, he couldn't deny it. The soft kisses, the stroking and the quiet whisper really soothed him down. After a while, he turned around, pressing his forehead against Camden's chest, as if asking to have his hair petted as well. Sure, it was a mess, but it was still soft and nice to touch. He genuinely adored people touching it.

 

"Why would you be so nice to me?" He asked quietly after a while. He couldn't wrap his head around it. He was rude, mean, merciless and simply sadistic. His servants, especially pets, usually ran whenever they got the chance. And now Camden was staying. "I don't plan on rewarding you for this." Alex added, gripping onto the thought that this was Camden trying to earn favors of some kind. The man simply wasn't used to people genuinely caring for him without being paid or forced to. That wasn't really a thing in his life. With his arms wrapped tightly around his pet, their legs tangled together, he found himself not wanting to let go. Not now, not ever. He didn't mean entirely physically... No, it was more that he wanted to be sure Camden would be there for him in the future. That he would hold him like this again when he needed.

 

And still, although he definitely liked the feeling of this, it was making him weak. Pathetic. Useless. Just like always.

[ACuckoo]

Camden smiled widely when the other tuned and pressed against him. He held him tightly, gently running his fingers through his hair over and over again before lightly massaging his scalp. They rested together, simply enjoying one another’s presence until his master spoke. It took a lot for Camden not to chuckle, though his calm smile turned into an amused one. Why was Camden so nice to him? He had no reason to be. After everything he had gone through, all the pain he endured, the embarrassment… He had no reason to be so loving. But he was. “I don’t know. I just want to be nice to you. I want to hold you like this. I don’t have a reason, master… I just want to be good to you.” Why indeed. Camden couldn’t explain something that he didn’t understand himself. This impulse to be with this man and take care of him… He knew it had grown stronger when he accidentally stumbled into that child’s room, but he still had no reason. He just… Cared.

 

“A reward?” The smile never left Camden’s face as he continued to rub his master’s hair. “I doubt you’ll believe me, but I don’t expect a reward. I’m… I’m really happy just being like this.” There was a lot more he wanted to say, but he wasn’t sure his master was in the mood to keep talking so much. He wanted to ask if he was okay, if there was anything else he could do for him, he was curious about previous pets and if they ever did this with him… He wanted to know so much, but he just lay there by his master’s side, keeping him close and giving him as much attention and care as he could. Yet there was one thing that slipped through his lips, “I wish I could make you happy too.”

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex could feel himself getting closer to being in tears again. "That's bullshit." He whispered, a bit choked up. This wasn't how things worked. People didn't care for one another unless there was something they could get out of it, and Camden wouldn't get anything. There wasn't a guaranteed reward... And he even said he didn't need it. That didn't make any sense at all. Hell, this boy seemed to know exactly what to say or do to completely mess his mind up. Alex found himself dumbfounded with each action. The only things that made sense were Camden begging for forgiveness and mercy, as well as him acting nicely when promised a reward. Everything else... It really made no sense.

 

"I don't need happiness. I'm rich, I'm powerful... I have everything I need." That didn't include friends, or even a family. "I don't understand you at all. You're just a pet. You... You should be scared of me." Alex muttered out quietly, obvious hesitation in his voice. He didn't dare look up, though. A part of him was scared this was some twisted nightmare and if he looked up, he wouldn't even see Camden. He really was still a child. Well, the parts of being a child that he actually got to experience. His life, his personal life, it was a complete mess. Of course, he wouldn't know any better. That life was the only one he really knew. It was one where having money meant everything. Nothing else mattered.

[ACuckoo]

Camden wasn't surprised to see that type of reaction from his master; in fact he had come to expect it. He didn't flinch or falter when the man called bullshit on him not expecting any type of reward... He just continued rubbing his hair, placing light kisses on the top of his head. He didn't say anything though, trying to keep his words to a minimum. Actions spoke louder than words and the fact that Camden had yet to pull away had to speak volumes to the man... Or so he hoped.

 

"Were your previous pets frightened of you?" Camden asked, his finger never stopped working through his master's hair. "I was terrified last night when you left me alone tied up. You've done things to frighten me, but more than that you've been good to me. Overall you want to treat me well and I see that..." Camden sighed and held his master just a bit tighter against him. How could he get through to this man? "Are you happy when you're with me, master? Or when I hold you like this? Or when we eat meals together? Or... Are you happy hitting me and bruising me and punishing me?" He gently ran the back of his hand down the other's cheek and then lifted his chin so he could look at him. "Either way I'm right here next to you, but... Which do you prefer? Which one makes you happy? Wouldn't you rather spend your time doing what makes you happy than sitting here being miserable? Perhaps you really don't need happiness but isn't it natural to do what makes you happy anyway." He spoke too much, that he knew the moment he finally silenced. But the words were in the air, spoken and floating around them. Maybe his master would think about them... Or not.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

"Of course they were frightened. Otherwise they wouldn't behave." Alex muttered, his eyes squeezed shut, arms tightly around the other despite what he was saying. Did he really want to treat Camden well? He wasn't sure. He really couldn't answer. So when the questions started pouring in, the blond wanted to run away. He felt like he was being cornered. He... He really didn't feel powerful anymore. Not in the slightest. He was terrified of letting Camden get this close to him. "I don't know." He barely whispered, tears beginning to gather in the corners of his eyes as he was forced to open them and look at the one in front of him. He really didn't know.

 

He probably wanted to tell Camden to go now, but he couldn't bear to think about being alone. Not now. It was hard to get through to him, that was true, but Alex'd been cracked a lot by his pet. It was weird. "You can go if you want." He muttered, even if being alone would be too scary to take for him. He didn't want Camden to go. Still, he didn't have the strength to say that. His arms, tightening around the other's body, though, showed how he really felt. Camden was the one to really get this close to him. Even his own parents didn't seem to care this much. Alex still had doubts about this, about his pet being genuine, but he clinged desperately to what he could get. He was messed up, that was true, but it wasn't his fault.

[ACuckoo]

It was hard… It was hard for someone who typically had so much power, so much control to fall so far. The man had never been truly happy, and now he was breaking and it was all Camden’s fault. But it was good for him too. Opening up was hard, Camden knew this. To be so naked and vulnerable in front of another human being… No one liked that feeling. It was why Camden was trying to be gentle with the other. He pushed away the negative thoughts and feelings he had about being punished and hurt and focused his energy on taking care of this man beside him. He placed a gentle kiss on his lips before softly pressing his master’s head to his chest again. It was probably easier for his master to not have to look at him.

 

“I’ll stay,” Camden said immediately after his master told him he could go. Without even realizing it he pulled the other closer to him, though he did notice how tightly his master was holding onto him. Why did this man want to push him away when in reality he wanted him close? The poor thing was frightened; Camden answered his own question. “I’ll stay if you’ll let me, master.” He lowered his head to place soft kisses on the other’s cheek and lowered even more to set a few on his neck before straightening up to hold him properly again. His fingers never stopped working through the other’s hair, his lips never stopped kissing the top of his head, his other hand gently ran along his back while keeping him close. “Don’t send me away if that’s not what you truly want.”

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex was incredibly thankful when the other let him hide his face again. Although he liked seeing Camden and know it was real, he also felt guilty, and even worse, weak, when he looked at him. It was confusing, just like everything else about him. His breathing hitched as his pet said he'd stay. Of course he'd let him stay. He didn't have a choice. The soft kisses felt so nice... He felt like he could fall back to sleep. Maybe when he woke up none of this will have happened and he would be able to carry on with his life as usual. He breathed out a shaky sigh before slowly pulling away. He moved one hand to Camden's cheek after he was done talking and pressed their lips together. He couldn't say he'd ever loved, but that didn't mean he couldn't. He could at least try.

 

Who knew how long this state of his mind would stay like this. Maybe in a few hours he would go back to being a horrible human being, only wishing to inflict pain onto his pet. Or, maybe, he would stay like this for longer. Alex let himself relax into the kiss, his other hand placed on Camden's hip, slowly running over the skin. He hadn't apologized yet, for any of what he'd done, but he didn't quite plan to do so either. It would take a lot more time for that to actually happen. Finally satisfied with how long the kiss had been going, the man pulled away, his eyes a bit red, both from the collecting tears and the hangover. He slowly sat up, leaning against the pillows, his bare chest showing from underneath the blanket. "Go put on something soft and cute, then come back." He ordered quietly, looking down at the blankets with a bit of a helpless expression. He needed to collect himself. He couldn't be in this pathetic state for much longer. He felt like an absolute failure.

[ACuckoo]

The kiss was wonderful. Camden felt something different in it, something maybe his master wasn’t aware of. He kissed him deeply, sighing softly as he was touched so gently and held so tenderly. He reciprocated, wrapping his arms around his master, rubbing his legs against his, and losing himself in the kiss. He wondered if this was helping the other man feel better. For now, Camden put aside the animosity and anger he felt from last night and decided to move forward and try to enjoy himself again. This was a good start. The kiss lasted a while, but when his master pulled away Camden let out a little whine. He swallowed hard, his eyes lidded as the other man sat up. Camden followed, hugging him tightly and leaving soft kisses on his neck. “I’m soft and cute,” he chuckled, planting a few more kisses to his master’s neck before crawling off the bed and looking for something his master would like to see him.

 

He found some panties his master had bought for him when they first went “shopping,” little black lace ones with a pink trim. He remembered the bra that he had worn their first time together as well and put that on, then he threw his soft pajama dress over it. He was proud of himself for trying so hard to please his master, but really he just wanted the other man to be happy again. Camden was scared that his master being happy meant he would be punished again, but it was worth it to try. He wanted to see his master smile. “Master?” He called to him, straddling him once he was dressed. He placed a few kisses on the other’s lips. “You should eat. I know you don’t want to, but it’ll make you feel better.” He kissed him again, giving him a bit of a pleading look. He wanted to offer to help him, but how degrading was that. If he did feed him he would make it fun and playful, but he would let his master decide that.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex certainly wasn't amused at Camden's comment about being soft and cute. That wasn't what he wanted. He pushed the other away quietly, tiredly rubbing at his eyes. He still felt like a pile of shit. His head still hurt, he was nauseous and frustrated because of his pet. What a fan-fucking-tastic morning it was. "God, do you ever shut up?" He groaned in annoyance as the other bugged him about eating. "I'm not hungry." He added, looking over Camden with a quiet scoff. He felt safer when he was acting mean and rude like right now. It felt like he was less vulnerable, even if that was only a cover.

 

"If you really want to make me feel better, first go get me a cup of coffee with milk, and then strip tease dance for me. Oh, and film the whole thing... For future use." Alex spoke, slowly stretching his arms above his head. He was still himself - the spoiled bratty rich kid, ordering everyone around. He always did adore a strip tease session, though. "Ah, one more thing. Get ready to fuck yourself with a toy, but don't make yourself cum. In fact... Put on a cock ring. I'll be playing with you all day but you won't be allowed to cum until the night." This really was making him feel better. He wasn't sure if it was the ordering around itself or the fact that he'd be playing with Camden's body so much, but he was feeling better already. He could already see so many things he'd do to his precious pet today... Surely, nothing to hurt him too bad. Although he did have a spanking in mind at some point.

[ACuckoo]

Ah, there he was. The other side of Alex that Camden had come to know so well. He listened to his master’s orders and took a deep breath. Today was going to be a rough one too, but maybe the undeniable fact that Camden had been broken in at least some manner would make a difference. Maybe he would feel some overwhelming need to please his master or maybe he would enjoy the torture. Still, he wished there was something he could do to make his master treat him just a bit better. Or at least come from a place of playfulness or enjoyment. Not one of fear. Yet knowing there was nothing he could do, Camden slowly nodded his head and headed to the cart that was brought in earlier. The waiter had been smart enough to include coffee and milk and Camden fixed it together, then handed it to his master.

 

As far as a strip tease went though… Well, he had no idea how to do one. He didn’t know how his master expected him to record it either. What did he have that he could record from? “Would you like to use your phone to record me, master?” He took another deep breath and tried to put his mind in another state. He tried to fall into a slave mentality, allow his brokenness to filter through and take over his sane mind. He tried to convince himself that this was everything he wanted. Minds were fragile things… Surely, he could fool himself. He stood at the end of the bed, his cheeks a soft red as he slowly took off the light pajamas he had over his lingerie. His eyes were either shut or looking away from his master. Once the garment was off he turned around and unhooked the bra, slowly sliding it off and letting it fall to the ground. Finally, he turned back around and lowered his panties to just above his knees, then ran his hands over his slowly hardening length. He whimpered softly as he touched himself, still falling into the slave mentality while convincing himself that this was fun and that he enjoyed it. He was almost there. He dropped his panties the rest of the way, though picked them up and held them in his teeth, just in case his master wanted to use them to gag him or for whatever play he may have had in mind. He was proud of himself for being such a good slave as to consider that. It seemed his plan to fool himself was working.

[Zombie_In_A_Box]

Alex watched as Camden mixed the milk with coffee, a frown slowly coming over his face. "What the fuck is this supposed to be?" He scoffed, pushing the cup away. This wasn't anywhere near good enough. Clearly, Camden had a lot to learn. Noticing the maid standing by the door, Alex pointed at the cup, clear dissatisfaction on his face. "Make me a proper one." He ordered the woman before turning his attention to his pet. His dissatisfaction just grew. "Stop." He growled out, watching with disappointment as the other undressed. God, and he thought his mood was getting better.

 

"Are you stupid?" He asked with a deep frown, shaking his head. "You plan to satisfy me with that? It was pathetic." He spat out, looking over at the maid who'd brought him a cup of coffee made with hot milk, foam at the top. "Look at this. This is how my coffee is supposed to look like, not simply milk poured into coffee." He groaned, propping himself up against the pillows. "Now listen closely and do exactly what I say. First, put on the damn cock ring." Alex ordered, pointing at the drawer where Camden would find one. "Put it on tight. Then dress up again. What you did right now was absolutely nothing. Do I look aroused? No. Want to know why? Because strip teases don't fuckin' work that way, you useless piece of shit." Alex scowled, sipping his drink before motioning at the TV. "Turn it on. Find the playlist labeled 'for fucking', and start it. Then do something more than just taking your clothes off... Where's the fun in that? I want to see you dance, tease me. That's why I called it a strip tease, instead of just telling you to take your clothes off." Alex spoke, his words harsh, but he did take the time to explain. "Then, once you're done with that, you'll take the biggest vibrator you see and you'll fuck yourself. You'll lay down in front of me, spread your legs real nice and show me exactly how your ass swallows it all up." He explained before turning slightly to take the camera. "And one last thing. If you think that a phone camera is good enough for this, you're wrong. You really don't know shit." He sighed out deeply, placing the camera on his lap until Camden actually got to dancing. "Come on, hurry up now. You can still prove that you're not entirely worthless."

[ACuckoo]

Camden simply stood there as insults were hurled in his direction. One after another he took them, his eyes narrowing at the unreasonableness of his master’s actions and words. And he was supposed to know the man’s preferred coffee how exactly? A virgin knowing how to do a striptease made sense in what way? And yet how does one reason with someone who is utterly unreasonable? Camden thought he’d at least earned a bit of affection--not even affection, honestly--just basic decency with all he had put up with from last night to this very morning. Camden didn’t expect much. He asked for little. He didn’t require a reward. If he could ask for anything, he wished his master would simply treat him like a human.

 

 

Too much to ask for.

 

 

Camden got dressed again, his movements tight and quick in his worsening mood. He wondered what today would truly bring as he put on the cockring and turned on some music. Unfortunately, he knew his master would be disappointed regardless of whatever show he put on for him. Camden didn’t know how to do the type of dancing his master wanted. The only kind of dancing Camden knew how to do was bellydancing, thanks to his friend who dragged him to classes one day. Once they started the two never could stop. Looking back on it, it was probably his expertise in the style that earned Camden his feminine body. He took a deep breath, disappointment filling him as he knew he would be using this style of dance in exactly the way he and he his fellow dancers never wanted to. Bellydancers were not strippers… Yet here he was. The first thing he did was lower himself to the ground in a split, his back to his master so he could get a better view of his ass. Then he quickly closed his legs and stood, his hips rolling and back arched as his little dress fell off of him. He used it as a popular prop in the bellydance world, letting it trail over his body as he moved with the fluidity of water, as he bent like a flower in the wind, as he exaggerated his spinning hips into wide circles and opened his legs during his long turns. The dress flowed with him as he moved, helping play an eye trick: one moment the bra was there and the next moment it was gone. The panties were the next to go, coming off during a series of hip shakes and tossed aside with the kick of a leg. It was an exotic dance, something Camden was familiar with and yet not at all like this, and it was his only resort when it came to pleasing his master with a striptease.