Master

I get home after another long day and throw my bag down on the floor, letting out a frustrated sigh. I know that nothing is going to get better now that I am home, but at least I am away from the people at school. Thank God it's my senior year. I make my way to the kitchen where my father is seated at the table with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He always has some sort of drink when he's home, and he is usually drunk out of his mind. I head over to the refrigerator to get a snack, but I feel my father's hand on my arm. I turn to him. "What?" I ask, irritated. "You don't belong to me any more," he tells me. He must be really drunk this time. "What?" I ask again. "I said, you don't belong to me any more," he repeats, sitting back down. "What do you mean?" I question. My father stares into his glass. "I sold you..." he mumbles, "Too much trouble." I raise an eyebrow. I must have heard him wrong. "You sold me?" A man that I have never seen before steps into the kitchen, looking at me with a predatory gaze. "Is that the kid?" he asks my father. My father nods, and the man takes a step toward me. I bolt, trying to make it to the door, but the man pulls out a taser and uses it on me. I fall to the ground. What the...? "Thank you, Mr. Jones," the man says, cuffing my hands behind me and pulling me out the door. What is this? This doesn't just happen in real life! This only happens in movies, and not to me! I struggle against him, but he hits me, stuffing me into the backseat of a black car beside him. He shuts the car door and the car pulls away from my house, speeding down the road. I look at the men in the car. The driver is a small man with light hair and a large nose, with a scar across his forehead. The man next to him is much larger, with dark brown hair. Then there is the man next to me. He is average height, but very muscular. He has jet black hair and pale skin, making him look almost ghostly. A shiver runs down my spine. Why am I here? The man looks over at me and smirks. "Your father was right... You will be perfect for the Master... maybe he will even let me borrow you sometime..." He slides closer to me, placing a hand on my cheek. I move away from him and scowl. "Leave me alone," I snap. He laughs. "Ooh, and you've still got some fight in you. Those are always the good ones..." He moves even closer, to the point where I can't get away from him. He hooks my handcuffs above my head to the handle on the ceiling and laughs when he sees my confused face. Then, he moves his hand down to the waist of my pants. "What are you doing?" I ask nervously, trying to get away. He smirks again and moves his hand to the zipper, pulling it down. I squirm underneath him, uncomfortable with all of this. I gasp as he reaches into my pants and boxers, his hand wrapping around my member. "Stop!" I command, but he doesn't. He pumps me, watching my face. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from getting hard or showing any hint of pleasure. "You'll learn to crave this," he tells me. "You'll learn to beg for this..." He keeps it up until I'm hard and just about to release, then he stops, zips up my pants, and sits back in his seat. I just sit there in shock, not knowing what to do. What is going on? We pull up at a large house and stop. "This is it," the man says, uncuffing me. Then, he drags me out of the car and up the front steps. I have no clue what is coming, but I don't think I will like it.