|A|N| Trying to make as many one-shots as I can today... hopefully I won't procrastinate...

|Story Starts|

Three months ago I lived on the cold streets of Britain. Three months ago I was saved. It was winter. I was wondering through the streets, looking for a somewhat warm sheltered place to stay the night in. I happened to accidentally walk in front of a moving carriage without realizing it until it struck me. A young, well dressed boy exited and came to my side. The Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

Once I explained my situation he decided that I could stay with him, but only if I worked. Getting a warm mansion to live in for cleaning didn't sound like such a bad idea at the time. I kind of wished I had refused. You lay back and rest your head on the dungeons hard, stone walls. A month back I screwed up and got sent down to the brig. I accidentally used shoe shiner to polish the railings rather than the appropriate cleaner. The Earls white costume was ruined when he touched it, embarrassing him at his ball. So that's why I'm here now. I've been neglected for the past while now. Only one meal brought down a day.

Tap, tap, tap. Foot patters coming from the stairs. You looked up, although it was dark, and your vision was blurred. A shadow stopped at the bars of your cage.

"Learned your lesson yet?"

The Earls voice rang.

"Huh?"

"Rude servant! Is that any way to address your master!?"

"N-no, I'm sorry..."

"Again! You see I came here to give you another chance but now you're just pissing me off. I'll be going now."

You crawled up onto your knees. The shackles that restrained you from much movement clanked.

"No wait- I apologize for my rude behavior, master."

"Hm... I don't think I believe you."

He stuck his leg through one of the bars.

"Kiss my shoe."

"W-what?-"

"Go on! Prove you're sorry! I might just let you out..."

You sighed. He is cruel. Even for a young boy. We're the same age and yet he still treats me like a low life three year old. You pulled yourself as far as your body could reach towards his foot.

"I am sorry master."

You bent down and kissed the top of his perfectly cleaned shoes. He chuckled and kicked you backwards, hard. You hissed in pain.

"You really are scum!"

No matter what he says I can't speak my mind. I am a slave. He grabbed keys from his pocket and unlocked the cell door, closing it behind him. Screeeeaaachh! You looked up at him; laying in the ground.

"Get up!"

You sat up on your knees without a word. He walked around you. You didn't move your head, not even an inch.

"You just don't get it do you. I think you need to be punished Y/N. You're a bad girl..."

You squeezed your eyes shut as he stopped in front of you. He tilted your chin up with his gentle hand.

"You know what Y/N, I'm in a bit of a mood tonight. I haven't been able to get off lately with Sebastian being so clingy. So I think I'll use you to help me."

I don't like the way this is sounding.

"Open your eyes."

You peeked at him. His tall body standing over yours.

"Y-Yes Ciel-"

"That's master to you!"

"Yes master!"

"How rude."

He mumbled as he fumbled with the button of his pants. Once it was undone he pulled out his cock and hung it over your face.

"Come on! Don't be rude! Please your master and you just might get out of here."

Is he serious!? If I did he'd laugh and hurt me again.

"Y/N! I swear- get moving! If you're truly a good servant you'll please your master!"

Ngh, fine. I hate my life. The second he lets me out I'm escaping this hell hole. You shakily opened your mouth, and steadily licked the base of his pick. He shuttered with an evil look in his once kind, blue eyes.

"That's right, beg for your freedom!"

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. They sparkled in the dull light of the room. Ciel looked down at you, noticing them. He truly did care about you. You just didn't care about him. So he felt like he had to force himself on you.

"What's wrong!? Don't pretend like you're not enjoying it! Go on, take it all in! Make your master cum!"

"Y-yes m-master..."

You stuttered as you engulfed his piping hot cock. He let out a sigh.

"Good girl. You might just get a reward later."

You started to slowly bob your head back and forth. Every time your nose would nuzzle in his scratchy grayish blue pubic hair. Tears spilled from your eyes to your chin. It was truly humiliating being treated like this. If I had a family they'd be ashamed of me for being taken advantage of.

"Ugh... that's good. Go faster. I want to cum at least twice tonight."

Twice!? This hurts enough as is... No matter what you thought, you quietly obeyed his orders and begun to speed your head-work up. Growls accumulated from his throat. Your tongue swished around his underside making slurping sounds. He tightly grasped at your hair, smothering your face into his crotch.

The tip of his cock hit the back of your throat as he pounded into your mouth the last time before cumming. He moaned loudly as his white seed spurted into your mouth. It trickled down your throat. I think I'm gonna be sick. You quickly pried your mouth from his dick and puked in your hands. You coughed. He looked down at you angrily.

"How dare you! Your master is trying to be kind to you right now and how do you repay him!? Throwing up his ejectulation!? I'm appalled!"

You looked up at him drearily. Tears flowing down your reddened face, digested food and cum dripped down your filled hands. It was disgusting. And how was he being kind!? He pulled you up by your throat and pinned you to the wall. Your throat clenched, trying to grasp air. Your limbs thrashed trying to escape, but your chains stopped you.

"You're disgusting! I can't believe you! That completely ruined the pleasure..."

P-please.... if he stops now...

"Hm... how shall you repay me? You see I have a bit of an urge to go to the loo. But it's so far away?... What shall we do about this?..."

|Loo is the British word for bathroom|

|To Be Continued in Pt2|