Breaking a Will (18+)(Private)

[Sathenus]

There was a part of Damion that wanted to whine and whimper at the words, he was aware that he had been told this would happen if he had disobeyed and not stripped, however, he hadn't thought that this was what he had meant by playing with his body. He had just thought it would mean that he would tease him with what he was about to be punished with, not that his body would be touched and teased in ways that made him want something more, and as a result of such wants try to desperately get away not wanting to admit that they were there. A breath of relief escaped him when the touches had stopped, giving him a chance to breath and try to get his body to calm and ignore what had been happening to it.

 

When he didn't expect was for his pants and underwear to be move down bit by bit despite the position he had managed to accomplish position wise and pulling one leg up into his chest, no matter how much he tried to make it harder and impossible for them to be pushed down to reveal him he just seemed to fail. A gasp passed his lips as he felt the other's hand wrap around his half hard cock, the hand seemed to be burning hot and a shiver raked down his spine as he tried to desperately ignore the feeling he got from the other's hand. He heard him start to speak once more, warning him to stay still, he felt himself tense not sure what was about to happen but knowing that whatever it was he was not about to enjoy it.

 

Sure enough the cold lube made him shiver, but the feeling of something being pressed into his cock, pressed into his slit hurt and was far from expected. A cry of pain escaped him and despite being warned not to he tried to pull himself free, a whimper escaping him after. Damion was of course aware now what he was doing, that didn't make it any easier to bare and he was sure that he had made him half hard to do this on purpose to make it even more painful than it would have been normally. It just made him wonder what exactly his master seemed to think he was going to gain out of using one, did it really matter in the end? Probably not.

 

As if was pushed in bit by bit he felt as if it was never going to stop, his body was tense in the other's arms and his breathing seemed labored. Barely managing to stop another whimper in his throat he waited for the device to be inserted as far as it could go, and once it had been a soft sight escaped his lips almost inaudible. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, that he was in this type of situation and that his body was being played with in such a way, he had expected to be whipped again, maybe even something else, but this... this seemed to be a nightmare. It wasn't even just that his body was being played with in ways that unnerved him considering his current situation, but it was how helpless he was to stop it.

 

No matter how much he struggled Damion was aware there was no getting away from what was going to happen to him, he was going to have to accept that his punishment was going to happen no matter what and that the more he tried to protest the more he was hurting himself. That didn't make it any easier to bare especially he took in a sharp breath and tried to relax his body but failing miserably, he tried to listen closely to the man behind him, listen to the other's breathing, and try to hear what he was going to do next considering he was unable to see him to know.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Slowly, at a steady pace, the steel plug was placed all the way inside, the only visible part being the ring at the end which was carefully locked so it would not allow the plug to come off, keeping it in place.

 

"Good boy. See? you can actually stay put if you want to. It was not so difficult now, was it?" Egon whispered directly into the boy's ear in a much gentler tone than before. The punishment had to be applied but that did not mean he had to be brutal all the way in doing so. Especially since the direction he wanted it to head to was completely different, despite the fact that the boy seemed to hate it just as much, if not more than pure pain on its own.

 

"I will help you relax so it will not be as uncomfortable." Egon seemed to at least mindlessly stroke his slave, his thumb making small and soft up and down movements from the base of the shaft to the tip, over and over, carefully. He was leaving the young man in his arms no possible way to resist. With the other hand Egon unbuttoned a couple of buttons of Damion's shirt, just enough to allow him to pull at the fabric in order to expose one of the boy's shoulders.

 

Just like earlier, the master traced his tongue over the skin, going from shoulder to the jawline and resting on the ear, exploring and leaving behind wet traces, trying to figure out wether or not his ears were something that he could use as a sensitive spot to play with.

 

As for the effect the boy had on him... "Your body isn't too bad. I actually find it arousing... So I have decided to make you feel good in punishment, have your body betray you as you beg for release. Isn't it good though? You will not get whipped anymore and you can actually feel good." The man was not the type to lie or hide things that concerned his slaves, that was exactly why he had declared what was going to happen so easily, without second thoughts. "I will take you. And you will enjoy it even though you hate it."

[Sathenus]

Damion whimpered, he may have stayed still like he had been ordered but in this particular case it had been harder to do than any other time regardless of whether or not the other man seemed to understand that. It was when he spoke again only to start to stroke him that Damion started to squirm again, the pleasure he felt from his cock being stroked, despite the device that had been pushed into it made his body ignite in pleasure, something he was desperate not to feel as he tried to pull out of the other's grip.

 

Feeling the buttons of his shirt being undone before it was moved down to reveal one of his shoulders made him wonder what exactly the man was getting at, then he felt the tongue on his skin once more. Trailing over it and up to his jaw and ear, a gasp escaped Damion, the cool sensation from his slightly damp skin, combined with the hand on his cock and he couldn't help it. His body shaking slightly, quivering enough from the feeling of being touched and being tormented he didn't know what to do.

 

The older man seemed to want to pay extra attention to his ears, and for one reason or another Damion couldn't seem to figure out why. Sure his ears were sensitive in the sense that while the rest of his body was on fire from the pleasure, the feeling of the other's breath washing over his ear, or a nip definitely sent a surge of pleasure down his spine. It didn't necessarily mean that he couldn't try to ignore him, and that was what he was doing now trying desperately to ignore him and what was happening to him.

 

Stiffening when he heard the other man speak, telling him that he found his body to be arousing and how he was going to make him feel good in punishments instead, that he wouldn't be whipped anymore and how his body will betray him and make him beg for release. 'No... shit!' his mind almost screamed at him as it desperately tried to figure out how to get out of this, his body was already betraying him, his cock getting harder, his nipples were hard and more sensitive than normal.

 

"No, don't." he found himself saying the moment he heard his master admit that he was going to take him, ignoring how he said after that he would enjoy it despite hating it. He had to try to stop this before it began, he couldn't let it go any further as he tried once more to pull free, his heart seemed to have sped up and was ramming painfully against his chest. It felt as if it was desperately trying to escape the confines of his chest, his mind was panicking, this couldn't really be happening to him, he would much rather he was beaten, tortured even, but not tortured like this, not being punished by having his body used.

[Guest Eornostlice]

His responsiveness was a good sign for the man. Directly stimulating the body with pleasure seemed much more effective than inflicting pain and somehow it was not all that surprising. With the type of pride that the boy has demonstrated, for sure accepting that he was reduced to a whimpering mess because of the natural reactions of his body was tougher than it would be even for most people.

 

The boy made another futile attempt at escape, but how could he even get away in this sort of situation? Bound by his right foot, his arms secured behind him, unable to see a thing. How could he even muster enough strength to get himself out of the man's grip even let alone breaking the chain and the door? His fate was sealed from the moment he was brought into the room and locked to the bed. It was only his punishment that has changed somewhat.

 

The master pulled a pillow close and letting go of Damion's erected member. He flipped the boy over -not that it would be difficult when his arms were bound behind his back- managing to push his leg away and insert the pillow underneath him so his cock was pressed into the soft fabric, his butt raised.

 

It was then that he proceeded to pull the pants further down. The skin was still red, yesterday's strikes still completely visible on his tan skin. Egon placed his hands on his thighs, both securing them in place and caressing the exposed skin.

 

"I am telling you. Give it up and accept it. This is your punishment." Just like earlier, his tongue ran over the skin, only this time over the red marks that for sure still stung.

[Sathenus]

It was clear that his attempts at freedom were useless, he wasn't getting free despite his many tries to do so, with a soft whimper he just resigned himself. What was going to happen would happen, there was nothing he could do to stop it all he could do was take it and hope that in the end it would all be over quickly. He gasped when he was suddenly flipped over his head was pressed against the sheets as he felt a pillow being slipped beneath his hips to keep his ass up, gritting his teeth he tried to shift his body into a more comfortable position, something virtually impossible for him to do considering he lacked the use of his arms and the fact that his right ankle couldn't move more than a few inches.

 

Feeling the other's hands on his thighs he just remained still not moving, not saying anything, there was really no point and as much as he hated to admit it he accepted that. He took in a sharp breath when the skin was caressed, knowing his hands weren't that far from the red and raw skin that had been whipped the night before. Hearing him speak again he didn't respond to the words, he fully understood that this was his punishment, there was nothing else it could be, and he had given up and accepted it now despite desperately wishing that there was a chance something would happen and he would be forced to leave him be.

 

A groan escaped him when he felt the tongue run over his abused skin from the night before, it stung and was soothing at the same time, the skin was still tender and painful to the touch but for some reason the man's tongue was also soothing running over the red marks. That didn't please Damion at all, if anything it just freaked him out even more, not like anyone would care, tensing he tried to think if there was anything he could do to get it to stop. 'Maybe if I start begging now? As pathetic as that sounds... it might be my only hope of getting out of this.' he thought his mind racing.

 

The last thing that Damion wanted to do was beg, but he knew it might be necessary, especially if it kept anything from happening, then again it also meant that his body would be aroused and left like that if it did stop. 'Doesn't matter.' his brain stated clearly, even if he was left aroused he didn't care as long as it didn't end in him getting fucked. "Please stop..." the words escaped his lips with little more thought, he wasn't even sure if it would make a difference. Maybe the older man wouldn't care that he was begging already considering nothing of real significance had started yet, at this point it had literally just been toying with his body but it was how he did it that made that more than enough for Damion to want it to stop.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon was undeniably surprised at how easily the boy ended up pleading, making him understand a little better exactly how much Damion despised what was going to happen. Sadly, pleading now was of little to no use, given how he had gotten the man to promise he was going to make the other face punishment until he was able to give up his pride. There was simply no going back and showing weakness in such situation would teach the disobedient brat absolutely nothing, perhaps giving him the idea that there was one easy way out after he had dared to misbehave.

 

"Isn't it rather late to be pleading now? You went against me, going as far as to assume you could take control over me, refused my order even though I specified that you'd have to cry and lick my feet before I stopped if you were to rebel? I told you before did I not? I never go back on my word. There is no exception."

 

Once more, the older man's tongue found its way over the abused skin, seemingly not bothered by the slight taste of medicine, knowing it to be due to the oinment he applied himself the previous night, reminding him to reapply it before they would go to bed this day as well. He blew air over the now wet skin gently, moving his hands to caress the boy's thighs.

 

"Yet I am in a good mood." The master stopped everything rather abruptly,sitting on on the bed instead, extending one of his feet in front of the boy. "Does your pride allow you to do it? Or do you prefer your body to be used for the pleasure? Which is it?"

 

It was not often for Egon to take pity on someone, much less offer them a way out of punishment before it truly even started, but the reason was nothing that would make the master soft hearted. The way he saw it, he only wished to bring his slave down a notch and make him understand he had both the powers and the means to use his body as he liked, without room for discussion, rather than merely fucking him to exhaustion. If one coincided with the other, alright, if not, then he would pursue his primary goal.

[Sathenus]

A whimper escaped Damion as the man spoke, alright so he was well aware that he had challenged the other's authority, he had been rather dominant in a situation that he shouldn't have been but he knew without a doubt that he would probably end up doing it again. It wasn't really something he ever thought about more of something that just happened when he was frustrated, and that seemed to be an emotion he felt more and more often while here for one reason or another. Feeling the man's tongue run over his abused skin once more he just gave in to the fact that his plead for it to stop would do nothing to make it stop. He had completely ignored being reminded that he had been told he would have to cry and lick the others feet in order for this to end, there was absolutely no way he was going to cry, and the other part... well he just figured it depended on how desperate he was.

 

The breeze of cool air being blown over his now damp skin sent a shiver up his spine, but he remained silent, in fact his body was rather limp now having just given up on it. He just wanted this to be over, and hoped that he would soon just get on with it and take him if that was really what he planned to do. So you can imagine he was surprised when suddenly the hands vanished and he felt a shift on the bed before he heard him speak, saying he was in a good mood before asking if his pride would allow him to do it, or if he would prefer his body to be used for pleasure. It was in that moment he realized that the shift had been to put his master's foot in front of his face, obviously offering him a way out, he was hesitant to take it.

 

Licking someone's foot in order to escape punishment, or licking it in general just seemed like he was admitting defeat, despite the fact that he certainly felt defeated. He still couldn't see and that made him nervous even more, for a second he just tensed the muscles in his arms hoping by some miracle the rope was a little loose but it wasn't. Biting his lip he tried to think this through, he didn't react though, he didn't refuse but he definitely didn't jump at the opportunity. Then again he realized this was a rather easy out, even if it was a hit to his pride he would escape this experience without any sort of true punishment.

 

It seemed worth it, and his mind decided that even though he wasn't happy with what he was about to do, facing the actual punishment would be worse and take him far longer to bounce back from then simply licking the mans foot. A blow to his pride he could easily recover from, his body being used against his will and in whatever way the other wanted, that could take him weeks to get over if not longer especially for him. That would be an even bigger blow to his pride, so after taking in a shaky breath and know this was the better option for him he shifted the best he could to move closer to the other's foot and hesitantly licked it. Of course his stomach instantly churned hating that he was doing this but it was the best thing for him and he knew it, he hadn't expected to be offered this out when he had already been told just moments earlier that he wouldn't go back on his word and there would be no exception.

 

It did bug him that he broke before the actual punishment, but that was also easy for him to bounce back from, he could just always deny this ever happened, and once he was untied and that damn thing removed from his cock then he knew he would do just that. He would pretend that today never happened, pretend he never entered this room, that what happened after he was carried into the house and up to this room had never happened. Instead he would just convince himself he went to bed early and that if he did happen to think back on this moment that it had all just been one terrible dream.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man's lips turned upwards into a cruel grin as his slave gave in and licked his foot. For once, he has exposed his weakness for the man to abuse now whenever he was acting up. Sexual punishments seemed to get to him more than anything else, obviously hating it to the core. Secondly, despite the one time escape he has chosen, he had shown his master the perfect way that lead to breaking and his master was prepared to embrace it.

 

"Well done." Egon's calm voice resounded as he pulled back his foot, immediately proceeding to untie the blindfold first, allowing the young man to regain his vision. He did not hesistate to untie the rope binding the young man's arms in such an uncomfortable position, no longer wishing to handle him roughly. Both the blindfold and the rope were tossed back into the pile they were taken from, pile that he would have to desinfect and put back later on, only to ensure they were safe to be used in the future without resulting in some kind of disease.

 

The next to be removed was the cuff from his ankle, giving his full mobility back. The last to be removed was obviously the penis plug, and the removal required him to do it in a similar manner to the insertion.

 

"Here. Try not to move. You might hurt yourself." Egon rolled the boy over onto his back, wrapping his hand around his still hard cock once more. The only difference was, this time he did not do it with the intention of making Damion feel pleasure but rather to ensure he was not going to get hurt. The locking mechanism was undone and the master pulled the steel plug up slowly, little by little, with absolutely no rush, until it was finally removed. As soon as it was out, any kind of touch stopped.

 

"All done. You may put your clothes back on. After lunch you will take a bath and change them."

[Sathenus]

Damion felt relief flood his body when he hear those words, his blindfold being removed. Instantly he blinked against the light but after his eyes adjusted he glanced over his shoulder at the older man as his arms were being untied, once they were free the fell to his sides, his shoulders ached from the uncomfortably position they had been tied in, he also noticed that he had successfully managed to rub his skin raw in several places from his struggled but didn't comment on that. He stayed limply where he was calming his breaths that had sped up with the touches on his body, only slightly aware of his ankle being removed.

 

Suddenly he was rolled onto his back a soft gasp of surprise escaping him only to groan when his cock was grabbed so that the penis plug could be removed, he wanted to argue only because it meant that he had to be touched in order to removed it. Instead he just put one of his newly freed arms over his eyes and turned his head away, he didn't want to see it being removed, he could already feel it as it was slowly pulled out, all to slowly in Damion's opinion. Finally it was free and the touches ceased, instantly he moved away from the other man as far as the bed would allow.

 

There was no hesitation from him when he was told that he may put his clothes back on, he instantly did so not wanting his body on display anymore. Once he was dressed he stood as far away from the other as he could eyes on the floor, his pride might hurt from having licked his foot to get out of his punishment, but it wasn't pride that made him keep his distance. It was the fact that he had seemed all to happy to mess with his body and threaten what had been about to happen, that was what made it so Damion kept his distance.

 

Waiting for the man to come unlock the door so he could slip out, his eyes did take in the room once more taking it in now that he wasn't afraid of being punished. He had managed to escape this punishment, and though he knew he had revealed to much by doing so he didn't care, his body was still his right now and that was what mattered to him.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The boy seemed somewhat jumpy after what just happened, not showing any reluctance when told to get dressed but doing it eagerly. With one look someone could tell that Damion was himself feeling alright with the outcome. Egon had to admit he was somewhat curious as to why he treasured his body more than he held onto his pride. The reason why he did not head for this type of approach right from the start was exactly his experience with other unruly slaves. Most would prefer their body to be used and still would not wield. But again, it was not like the master was ungrateful for having learned such an interesting little bit of information.

 

The door was opened wide unceremoniously and the man held it that way for Damion, ensuring that he exited the room without messing anything up in the process. He was sure that the brat was going to be obedient now, at least for a short while, being aware that the punishment could just resume if he did something that his master found displeasing, but again not taking any chances and keeping his guard raised up.

 

"We are going down for the dining room. We are late for lunch but it is best we do not skip it. Come and close the door." Egon did not lead the way this time, waiting for the male to join him before getting to head to the dining room.

 

He had to say he was actually hungry. Perhaps skipping breakfast was not the brightest idea as it messed up his entire meal plan, but he truly had a difficult time with this one particular client. Despite their tears and everything, he did not truly feel that the woman was trying to solve something other than getting symphathy. For sure she did not listen to the "culprit", running straight to him and the lack of loopholes to follow truly left him no escape. If things were going that way, a life was going to get lost. The trial was held at the begining of the following month and he was running out of time. It was then when Egon's eyes fell upon the boy, a new idea rising to his mind.

[Sathenus]

Damion watched the other man as he moved over to the door and opened it holding it open, obviously that was his hint to slip out before he changed his mind and he did just that slipping out the door and waiting on the other side knowing he hadn't been dismissed yet and not wanting to give any reason for them to start right back where they had left off, or worse start over. Trying to keep his head down in the hopes that if he looked small and obedient he would be overlooked and left alone, in his opinion it was at the very least worth a shot.

 

When he spoke Damion glanced up and looked over to him just giving a small nod, he personally didn't care that they were late for lunch but he wasn't going to voice his opinion. Surprised and a little unnerved when the other man didn't lead the way, but instead waited until he was beside him before heading down for lunch Damion tried his best not to think about it. It was quiet between them as they walked and that was something that he was more than a little happy about, giving him a chance to try to figure out what he was going to do now. Obviously he knew that he had to be careful, disobeying to much could end in something worse than being whipped happening to him, and though most slaves would probably more willingly give their bodies up in punishment it came down to the fact that when it came do Damion, he felt that the only person he wanted to use his body in such a way was someone he trusted and had feelings for.

 

He would happily take any beating as long as his body remained his, if he was going to give his body to anyone to use as they wanted he wanted to be able to trust that person. Unfortunately he was aware that with this type of life he was not going to meet anyone that he would willing give himself to, he couldn't do it with any master he may have, a deep seated hatred for anyone owning another person prevented it, and another slave just seemed like it was off the table as well. Thinking it over he sighed and shook his head before he glanced towards the other man noticing that he was looking at him with a look that made him more nervous than it probably should have.

 

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked once more feeling like he should run, he didn't like the look he was getting, then again he knew that it could be nothing and he was just still jumpy from what had happened. Deciding that was probably it he glanced back to the hall and where they were going, it seemed like a better option than watching the older man knowing in doing so he would just manage to unnerve himself once more.

[Guest Eornostlice]

"This could work." The man answered the question by speaking more to himself rather than to Damion, giving a light chuckle. "You hate this world right? Then I will have you do something that actually matters. You seem to have plenty of time to spare either way. I will explain properly while we eat."

 

Egon was rather surprised at himself for not having thought of it earlier. The best job for someone that did not like being a slave and all too eager to escape was one in which he could direct the stubborness towards something that could be actually called productive. It was only natural that slaves did not tend to open up to their own master, let alone open to someone such as a lawyer, gaving given up on all hope and more often than not prefering not to speak altogether, be it because they would be afraid not to say something that would displease their master which could result in punishment or pure stubborness. But... what about talking to someone that shares their fate?

 

That could actually work. That exact trail of thoughts was what made the master slightly excited and the reason why he had been intently looking at the boy only a few seconds earlier.

 

Egon opened the dining room for them to enter, being greeted by just one of the girls, Mare. The table was already set, different dishes to choose from in two portions placed neatly: chicken stir-fry, tortilla soup and a shrimp salad. The desert seemed to be a strawberry cake roll placed in the middle for anyone to help themselves to and two clean plates.

 

The raven girl did not say anything but her kind gaze fell directly on Damion. She was somewhat worried about the younger man, in the way a sister would care about her brother, despite their earlier exchange of words and the fact that they only met the day before.

 

"You are dismissed Mare. Thank you for your hand work." The man spoke as he sat himself down, motioning for the boy to sit down as well and help himself to the meal.

 

"Thank you Master." The young woman smiled towards her master, bowed and left, not before glancing at the boy once more.

[Sathenus]

Wanting to reply with some snappy comment Damion stopped himself knowing it wasn't a good idea to do so, instead he bit his tongue and just looked away knowing if he continued to look at the other man he was just going to get frustrated. Granted he was already very frustrated, but it was going to get much worse if he kept his eyes on the older man, so he settled for glaring at the floor as they walked instead. When they finally reached the dining room he was a little surprised to see it was just Mare standing there to greet them, what he didn't understand was the way she was looking at him, however.

 

For a moment he was caught up on that before he was motioned to take a seat and start eating, he moved over to the remaining empty seat with a clean plate set out before it and settled into the chair. His soreness from the night all but forgotten and at this point just a trivial matter listening as Mare was dismissed only for him to notice that she once more spared him a look before leaving. 'What is with everyone here and giving me weird looks?' he questioned himself before shaking his head and turning his attention once more to the older man waiting for him to explain what he had said earlier.

 

Despite being hungry he reached for nothing, he could always eat later today at their last meal if at all, he wanted to know what he had meant by saying that he would give him something 'that actually matters' to do considering he would have a lot of free time either way. Something told him he wasn't going to like whatever it was, while there was another part of him that was just far to curious and wanted to know what it was the man was talking about. He highly doubted that his definition of important was the same as the other's, but that didn't mean he didn't want to hear what he had come up with.

 

Unfortunately he didn't feel like speaking up to urge the conversation either, not really sure if he said anything if he could keep that snappy and argumentative part of him at bay, at least not if a full out conversation followed and the last thing he needed was to be dragged back up to that room right after lunch.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man was in no hurry to explain his idea, motioning for the second time for the boy to eat as he started his own meal. Just like always, the food was simply delicious, the girls having done their best in both coming up with a few alternatives for lunch and making them taste good. Probably it took plenty of time to prepare. When did they even start?

 

It was halfway through the salad that Egon finally decided to reopen the topic of future duties, having gathered his thoughts about it. By now he was confident it was going to work.

 

"You will help me save a life." The master spoke casually, putting his fork down in order to be able to explain properly. "I doubt anyone here told you what my occupation is, mostly because it did not really have anything to do with you. But I have decided to have you help me out so we start from there." He took plenty of breaks in his speech, behaving in a calm manner. "I am a lawyer. I handle cases which involve slaves and their masters. Slaves have no human rights under the law, true. But when skirmishes between slaves happen, their masters more often than not end up in a conflict as well. It is my job to take on such cases."

 

The master could be told to have entered his bussiness mode, completely focused on explaining everything in such was that Damion would understand. "Long story short, I now handle a fairly difficult case in which someone accidentally killed another slave in self defense. Usually the master would provide compensation for the victim's master and the matter would be set. But the other party is unreasonable. They require the culprit to be put to death instead of being jailed. Quite the bold action isn't it?"

 

The man's eyes were cold and filled with disgust towards anyone that could request a human life as compensation. "Such action is simply strange so I suspect there is more to the story. But my client clearly knows no information other than what I told you and I would like to talk to the culprit so I get a clear view on things and perhaps find a loophole. As things go now, he will be executed. So your duty will be talking to him and finding out if there is anything more to the story. If you truly hate the world, then do something useful to actually change it."

 

When was it that he spoke this much when not doing his job? True, he was talking about it, but it was not quite the same. Egon let out a soft sigh, already feeling tired.

[Sathenus]

Damion sighed as he was once more motioned to start eating trying to figure out if this was something he could refuse to do with no punishment, after all it was only hurting himself in the end. After a moment he decided not to debate it and absently played with the bowl of soup in front of him occasionally taking a bite but not really interested in eating it even if it was delicious and he was hungry, finally he heard the man start speaking his eyes finally moving from the food before him to the older man barely managing to stop himself from snorting when he was told he would help him save a life. He highly doubted that was what he would be doing at all, and instantly he was not interested in whatever it was his master had planned for him.

 

"Not really." he answered despite having been pretty sure the question was rhetorical, to Damion it didn't really seem that bold to want the other slave executed, not in this world. Maybe his bored and uncaring tone was enough to get that through, he should care more for the other life, and he should be happy that he was being given the chance to help save it. However, happiness was far from what he felt, why should he try to get the information out of the other slave to begin with? It made no sense to him, and there wasn't even any guarantee that the man was even going to talk to him about what had happened anyways. After a moment he voiced this, "What makes you think he'd tell me anything?"

 

"I also highly doubt helping you with this will change anything, much less the world." he added as he turned his gaze back to the soup before him once more running the spoon around it as he watched the disturbance that the action caused a frown on his face. Damion couldn't see why he should even bother doing this, it wasn't like it would change anything, not in his opinion and who was to say that this other slave would even feel up to sharing such information with him? It would probably just be a waste of his time, but he knew in the end if he was told he had to do it he would, only because it was better than whatever punishment might come from not doing it.

 

'I'm just going to hate this place more and more everyday.' he thought to himself as he kept his eyes locked on the soup, head resting in his free hand as he tried to keep himself from saying anything else that might be considered disobedient. He was going to at the very least behave himself for the rest of the night, and though he knew that come tomorrow it would be hard for him to fully behave he would be thinking over what he said before he spoke and at least try to keep his argumentative nature back despite knowing it would be hard. It was the thought of the other's hands on his body that made him so sure he would try harder to not necessarily listen but object within limits that he thought would be fine to do so.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Egon chuckled a little and resumed eating, patiently listening to the boy this time around but obviously having a completely dofferent opinion on the matter. He started earing again, enjoying the soup and everything else but the desert in no particular order, enjoying himself. His favorite seemed to be the salad today, which he actually decided to finish.

 

"Well it is not like you have a choice. You have plenty of free time either way. Instead of occupying your time with futile ideas of escape, you can change something for someone that has it much worse than you." The older man spoke slowly, actually looking forward to the scheduled meeting and feeling rather confident.

 

"It is not like talking to someone will cost you a limb so you will be just fine." Damion clearly had no say in this matter, and it was not going to change. "Also. Your picky eating and starving tendencies are quite wasteful. From now on I have decided that skipping meals without a good reason will result in punishment. It is not only unhealthy but also troublesome. Health complications will be dealt with by spending money afterall and you are also wasting resources constantly. It is a warning."

 

It was too late to regret showing hints of weakness as Egon already grabbed hold of it. He was not going to be overly unreasonable but surely was going to pursue every opportunity he got in order to solve issues. That was all he really had to announce, continuing his meal.

[Sathenus]

Damion forced himself not to speak when he was told it wasn't like he had a choice, a cocky response was on the tip of his tongue forcing him to bite it in order to keep his mouth shut. Huffing he tried to think of something that frustrated him less, the last thing he really wanted to do was talk to some other slave who got himself into a sticky situation and refused to say anything more on it. After all he was already facing execution, the least he could do was spit out what happened to his mistress and spare him the trouble of having to try to get it out of him.

 

"Might." he grumbled unable to keep it back when he was told it wouldn't cost him a limb, so it was definitely impossible for him to keep back everything he wanted to say, but he would eventually learn to keep his mouth shut. At least, he kind of hoped he did or he knew his life was never going to be remotely easy, he may not exactly be up to listening but that didn't mean he couldn't or wouldn't learn to keep his mouth shut. There were other ways for him to protest after all, it would just take him awhile to figure out what sort of protests he could get away with, which after earlier made him more and more nervous to test those boundaries but he knew he was going to test them anyways.

 

What was said next had Damion looking up from the soup he had been absently playing with to the older man, instantly he opened his mouth to object and say it wasn't fair, to argue his case and say that he had every right to starve himself if he wanted to. It was being told that if he continued to do so he would be punished that made him grit his teeth eyes moving back to the bowl sitting before him as he glared at it. "You can't make me eat anything." he replied despite the threat that hung in the air. He had to have at least one thing in his own control, and for him that was anything that went into his body, at the very least he wanted that much control over his life and he was not about to let him take that from him despite the threat of punishment.

 

Setting the spoon down that he had been stirring his soup absently with he leaned back in his chair and looked back to the older man, he knew that refusing to eat even after the warning was not a good idea. But he needed to at least make some sort of statement, he didn't care if it was going to cost the older man even more money because of any health problems that not eating may cause. "You can punish me all you want, but you can't make me eat anything." he added even though he shifted in his seat managing to put a few more inches between them as if that was any type of security.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man's eyebrows furrowed in a frown as he looked at the youth, obviously displeased with his lack of understanding and overall attitude. His eyes were looking right through the other male. Egon was aware at this point that unless there was something much worse to threaten him, he would never wield.

 

"I do not believe I was requesting you to eat. I was ordering you. Or perhaps you would rather starve yourself to death instead of protecting that body of yours? Suicidal brats do not happen to be my type if that is what you're playing at, true, but I am sure I could find five or six people to enjoy you more throughtly than any punishment I could ever give. Would that not be lovely?" He meant it. "Half of one course of your choosing. That is what you are required to eat."

 

If threats were what he needed then he would oblige. He did not enjoy sharing his toys with someone else, true. But he had the feeling he could easily make an exception just for the unruly brat. He was wondering at this point if he was anorexic or simply had a deathwish, given how he hardly ate, and started wondering if he had breakfast. Which he now doubted.

 

He did not continue his meal for time bein, looking intently at the younger male. "You have about 3 days to make up your mind." He added in abruprtly after considering some. If it was something like anorexia then he probably needed the time, being unable to stop it right from the begining. Perhaps it had became a habit. Either way, Egon was not going to make it easy if the boy chose to be a continous brat.

[Sathenus]

Damion found himself frustrated when he was told that he wasn't being asked but order to eat something, he didn't care if it was an order and he had been well aware that it had been so. That did not mean he was going to behave and just suddenly start eating again, not to mention he was sure if he did as he was told he would just end up running to the bathroom anyways. His stomach had most likely gotten smaller in the time that he had refused to eat, and suddenly forcing himself to do so even if only half of any course was not going to sit well with his stomach. He paled considerably at the threat of five or six people using his body as punishment unless he was to do so, that was not remotely something that sounded "lovely" to him.

 

His eyes were locked on the bowl in front of him, even with the threat hanging in the air he couldn't bring himself to eat anything as he shook his head. It was a moment later he heard that he was being given about three days to make up his mind and choose if he was going to do as he was being quite clearly told to do so or if he was going to remain as stubborn as he was. In all honesty he was lost for what he was going to do, then again he knew his body might not withstand three days without anything either, his lack of eating had started a few days before being bought, it had been as a punishment for not following orders. Being locked in a room and starved was not an unusual punishment at the agency, however, unlike most of the slaves Damion's punishment had ended just the morning of his sale, and the food that had been present to him that night held no appeal making it easy for him to ignore. So it came down to the fact that he had just never started eating again, and even now, despite his stomach growling and his brain yelling at him to eat something he refused.

 

Other than the few bites he had already taken there was just nothing making him want to eat more, maybe he did have a problem? He wasn't one hundred percent sure, but he had to admit he was happy to be given the next few days to consider it. Despite his lack of appetite for food he did drink here and there so at least something was going into his body, now that he was thinking so much about it he wondered if that was why he wasn't quite feeling like himself. He felt as if he was off, weaker, and it would explain a lot if his lack of eating was the cause, and even though that was almost enough to encourage him to start once more he didn't. Yes the threat of multiple people having permission to use his body made him inwardly panic, but he couldn't easily give in either, this was the one thing he refused to give on easily.

 

Despite the fact that the older man had returned to eating he spoke, "Are we done?" it was more of a way of asking if he was dismissed without outright asking that question. He didn't see the point in him having to force himself to remain here in the other's presence just because he wasn't dismissed yet, and for some reason that seemed to be the only thing ingrained in him, not to leave without being properly dismissed first. If it hadn't been properly ingrained in him he would have left long ago, but for one reason or another he could not convince himself to do so, despite really wanting to just get up and walk out like a child.

 

Not to mention he wasn't really sure if there was a reason why he hadn't been told he could go yet, what was the point in keeping him around? Surely he did not want his company, it wasn't like he was much of company to begin with, not to mention it wasn't like there was anything that required him right now and he was not going to eat anything in front of him. His eyes finally moved from his bowl back up to the other man, he was still pale from the threat his color not having yet returned until he was sure that the threat did not stand, at least not for a time being.

[Guest Eornostlice]

A sigh escaped the man, who obviously got the message and did not further press anything. He was not all that fast to dismiss the boy, seemingly waiting for something. He puled out of his pocket a mobile phone, checking it and smiling, obviously having found whatever he was looking for.

 

"Yes. You are dismissed. I have been notified that your order has arrived and have already been placed into the small closet that was previously empty. You are to take a shower and dump those clothes you are wearing into the laundry basket. I am fairly sure you know where to get a bathrobe and towels given how you were locked inside the room for the morning."

 

Egon pulled out two keys on a chain out of his pocket after stuffing back his phone, one of them black while the other in a plain metallic color. He pointed to the black one, speaking softly. "This is for the bedroom." He pointed to the other one, resuming his explanation. "And this one is from the front door. Don't lose them as they are the last spares I have and they are custom made. Alright you are good to go."

 

The older man felt ratger exhausted but still very much relaxed. It could be said that if he was previously worried about anything, all of his worries have been dispersed. Mostly because everything seemed to fall into place concerning the boy he has brough in, wether he himself was realizing it ot not. True, it was going to take a while to sort everything out, but he had to admit he was entertained.

[Sathenus]

Pleased when he was dismissed Damion slipped out of his chair and glanced over to the older man as he pulled out two keys, listening as he was told that he was to go shower, put the clothes he was wearing in the hamper and change into clean clothes. He wasn't to pleased that his dismissal came with a clear order but he took the keys without a word and turned to leave the room and head back upstairs to the bedroom. His eyes did glanced towards the front door as he passed it, now that he had a key to it freedom seemed even closer than ever before, but he also knew that he had to play his cards right if he wanted it to go right.

 

The last thing he wanted to think about was any punishment he may receive upon his return if his escape didn't go as planned, it already seemed painful as he shook his head and moved up the stairs and into the bedroom unlocking the door. Setting the keys down on the bed he moved over to where the towel and robes were before heading into the bathroom and moving instantly towards the shower, turning it on he waited until the water was the right temperature before undressing and slipping in a sigh escaping him as the warm water cascaded down his body.

 

For awhile he just enjoyed the sensation before finally washing up and slipping out instantly wrapping a towel around his waist and moving over to the robe pulling that on as well, stepping out of the bedroom he glanced around the empty room just glad it was still empty and moved over to where his clothes were located. Pulling out a clean shirt, pants and boxers he moved over to the bed and removed the robe quickly drying himself off and getting dressed not appreciating the idea that at any moment the other man could show up -though hopefully wouldn't.

 

Once he was dressed he put the towel, robe and his dirty clothes in the hamper before moving back over to the keys and slipping them into his back pocket. Looking himself over quickly and giving himself the okay he glanced towards the bedroom balcony trying to decide if this meant he was free to do as he wanted where he was clean and dressed, right now did not seem like a good time to test his boundaries, he was done doing so for the day at least unless something arose to which he felt he needed to push back or blatantly refuse.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Having dissmissed the boy, Egon continued his meal in silence. Before deciding on buying Damion, this type of silence was anything but unusual. The man ate alone at all times, dismissing the maids which had better things to do with their times than to stand around waiting for orders. Was he bored of such routine? Yes. Did he ever think he was lonely? He did not know.

 

Egon finished his meal, choosing to neatly place the plates on the table for the three to clean later, something that was pretty much a custom of the house, a natural agreement between the master and the three girls rather than pure arrogance. The older man has made his way out, heading straight to his office.

 

Just like with all the other 6, Egon was giving the boy time for himself all the way until dinner. He probably was curious to explore by himself despite having received a tour of the house, the most tempting key being the one from the main door for sure. He gave Damion that key on purpose, not worried at all about any attempt to escape, given that the twins had the duty to watch the gates for the day, all the way until after dinner.

 

The man closed the office's door, laying down on the sofa after having picked one of the documents on the table. He was planning to go over them once more, just in case that he missed something, simultaneously making plans for the following day. He had the feeling that leaving the boy be, even for one day would be a bad idea.

[Sathenus]

After dressing and spending some time in the room waiting to see if he was going to get called for again he decided that if he hadn't been called for by now then he was free to do whatever he wanted. Within reason of course, but he pushed that part to the side as he slipped out of the room making sure that he paid close attention to where he was going as he moved downstairs and towards the front door, any other time he would have hesitated, maybe even have stayed inside today but no. He had to learn about his surroundings and the only way for him to learn them was to explore them himself, and he was going to do that right now.

 

Glancing back over his shoulder as he slipped out the front door he wanted to make sure he wasn't being watched and it seemed as if he wasn't. 'Good.' he thought to himself as he closed the door behind him and set off turning for the garden that he had not been shown earlier, now he knew he should probably avoid it until he was actually shown his way through it but what better way to figure it out then alone? Glancing around his eyes fell on the fence surrounding the property noticing that the older man was right and there was absolutely no way he was going to be able to find his way over it, maybe under it? For a moment he entertained that thought, the thought that with enough time being left to himself he could dig a hole big enough for him to fit through and slip underneath it.

 

Watching the fence his mind ran over it for a moment before he turned and moved back towards the garden and the maze that waited for him, reaching up he tugged absently at the collar around his neck as if checking to see if it was going to slip off. Of course it remained firmly in place and all tugging on it did was make it rub uncomfortably against his neck, but he didn't really pay much attention to it more than a little used to the feeling of something around his neck at this point. A soft sigh escaped as he drew closer to the greenery before him eyes scanning it once more before he stepped into it paying close attention to the path he was taking and making sure that he repeated it to himself as he went.

 

Damion may not exactly be the best with a lot of things, and sure he did let his stubbornness cause problems, but one thing he did have that was above average was his memory. So it was rather easy for him to keep track of the turns he made and the order he made them in, he knew that didn't necessarily mean walking out was going to be easy. In all honesty it didn't really bother him, and after awhile of wandering around he realized that nothing was going to come from exploring the maze. The only thing that wandering the grounds of the mansion was going to do for him was possibly help him actually plan out an escape route, turning around he started to make his way back out and though it definitely took him a lot longer he did manage to find the exit once more.

 

Leaning against it he looked over what lied before him, knowing to his right was the way to the second house, where the others live, and not far to his left was the mansion. It was a moment later that he set off towards the fence, but not the gate, he knew just by seeing the two men earlier that he stood no chance of getting around them. It would be stupid to try considering there really was no way for him to be able to get around them, there was nothing he could say to trick them into actually letting him walk out of the gate. So it meant he would have to find a weak spot in the fence surrounding the property and go from there, maybe having so much free time wasn't a good thing.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The pages seemed to be just as bland as he remembered them and he could already half-quote the contents by memory but he did go over them yet again dilligently. He always managed to get to the point when he was able to recall the details of a difficult case with almost perfection, being his way of assuring himself that he was doing everything that he was capable of and perhaps even more. That was the reason why the cases he had lost until now could be counted on one hand with fingers to spare.

 

As he finished studying the papers, he got up and placed them back on the desk, picking up his laptop before sitting himself on the sofa again, a small wicked smile spreading on his lips. He was giving everyone free time, true, but that did not mean he was trusting them equally. Especially his new stubborn addition to the obedient 6.

 

The man accessed the security cameras that had a clear view on the entire property, using the gps tracker placed into the collar to find the boy's location with ease. As expected, he was next to the fence, inspecting it. To Egon, this seemed predictable, given the young man's personality but he felt rather amused at the same time.

 

How could have he overlooked any weak spot of the fence if he had taken months to renovate the entire place with a disobedient slave to be brought into the mansion in mind? The only way that the boy was going to get out was if Egon himself wished him to, ordering the guards to mysteriously leave the gate open and unattended for one day. He would do that. But it was not yet the time. He had to crush Damion's stubborness more before allowing him to see what the outside life meant for a slave. Even if the man did it now, surely the boy would prefer dying over returning, and that would have the opposite effect to that wanted by Egon.

 

'I wonder what you will be able to come up with in all the free time that I give you.' he chuckled at the screen, the signs of exhaustion on his face seeming to slowly vanish into smiles.

[Sathenus]

Damion had to admit that his inspection was turning up nothing, it was quite obvious that if there had been any weak spots in the fence that they had been long since repaired and there were no such spots now. That didn't stop him from inspecting it and trying to figure out how he was going to make this attempt work, "I suppose I could always just tunnel under... but that would take forever." he murmured under his brother the words not truly audible even to his own ears as he sighed and glanced around himself arms crossing over his chest.

 

This was going to be more difficult than he had thought, but it wasn't impossible and he was not about to give up either, his mind reminding him that only quitters gave up. In no way whatsoever was he a quitter, not now, and not ever. At the very least his persistence had to pay off, but he knew without a doubt that he would not be making any progress today, that didn't stop him from wandering the fence line though it was quite clear he wasn't to pleased with his findings as he paid less attention to the fence now and more attention to the grounds around him.

 

His mind was racing, knowing that he would have to be careful when it came to making an escape and making progress in an escape. If he wasn't careful than he knew his attempts could be quite easily thwarted and he would be forced to constantly start over making absolutely no progress at all and only succeeding in frustrating him to no end whatsoever which wouldn't be good for him in any sense of the word. Then again he was sure it wasn't supposed to be, it wasn't like he was ever going to just be allowed to just walk out through the gates, and he was sure even if he ever was that it was all just going to be some cruel trick.

 

After spending quite some more time following the fence and only succeeding in depressing himself further he made his way back towards the mansion mumbling to himself the whole way about how this was just depressing and he would never get out of here at this rate. It in no way whatsoever meant that he was going to give up, reaching up he scratched the back of his neck once more absently tugging at the collar hating that it was secured in place and meaning there was absolutely no way for him to slip it off. "There has to be a way. I suppose I should start with that. Get the collar removed and I'm one step closer to getting out of here, as long as I escape within hours of removing it and before anyone notices." he murmured a small smile crossing his face. That would definitely be the way he would go, if he could get the collar off then once he was out of here his chances of being recognized as a slave were slimmer and he stood a better chance of not being found out.

 

Of course he was aware the finding a job would be impossible, he would have to become self sufficient and make it so he didn't have to rely on anyone. In a way such a life would be better for him, living away from other people and only having to answer to himself, that was the type of life that he craved. Set on doing just that he told himself if he ever got the chance to get out of here he would never come back, as the mansion drew closer he knew he was just returning to nothing but frustrations as he sighed and slipped back inside.