I was hoping I'd actually get to see Ricky, because he makes me feel happy, but I only got to see him for a little while. While we were eating breakfast, his Daddy, who I think Ryan called Mike, had gotten a phone call. He said that we had to finish, because he had to leave. He said that he was going to leave me in Ryan's room, and leave Ricky in his own. So, now I was just lying on the bed, alone.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I was allowed to do. I kicked my feet, chewing on my nails. I guess I could explore the room. There's no harm in that, right?

I stood up, looking around. I walked to the big windows, pulling the curtains to the side a bit. I saw a lot of trees around. It was snowing, too. I closed the curtains and walked towards a door on the side. I opened it, seeing that it was a closet.

I groaned, falling on the floor. This place is boring. I want to go home. Home is fun. There isn't even a tv here.

I forced myself up, lying on the bed. Maybe I'll just try to get some sleep.

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"Hey! Up!"

I opened my eyes, rubbing at them. I looked at him, sitting up.

"O-oh hi."

"I want you to tell me what's wrong with this picture."

"W-what?" I asked, looking around.

Everything seemed right. I didn't know what was wrong.

"You still haven't figured it out?" He asked. "Think about it. What did I say last night?"

"Oh." I said after a few moments. My clothes. I'm not supposed to have clothes on. My breathing became fast and heavy as I pulled at my clothes. "I'm s-sorry. Please d-don't hurt me."

I managed to get them off, falling to the floor at his feet. I was shaking. I didn't know what to do. He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

"You do what I say. You fucking listen to me. I'll let it slide just this time, because I wasn't clear with what I meant." He growled. "Anytime you are in this room or anywhere else, whether you're alone, or with me only, not a single article of clothing will come in contact with your body unless I say so. Do you understand?"

I nodded. "Yes. I understand. I-I promise I'll listen. I'll be good."

"Repeat what I said."

"A-anytime that I'm somewhere alone or with just you, I'm not a-allowed to wear clothes, unless you say so." I said.

"Good boy."

He released my head, moving around and sitting on the bed behind me. He stroked my hair, pulling me onto the bed.

"Lay down."

I nodded, doing what he said. I laid down while he stayed in the same position. He rubbed my side, squeezing lightly.

"I'm going to go in the kitchen for a few. Would you like me to bring you some water?"

I nodded.

"When I get back, we'll take a shower."

I nodded again, watching him leave. We'll take a shower. We. I don't want to shower with him. He scares me. He'll probably hurt me.

I sobbed into the pillow. Why did this have to happen to me? What did I do wrong?

The door opened again. I stayed where I was, waiting for him to come over to me.

"Come here." He ordered.

I stood up, wiping my eyes. I walked over to him, keeping my eyes on the floor.

He wiped my tears away, making me look up at him. He handed me the glass of water. I took a small sip, handing him the cup back.

He set it down, pulling me into the bathroom. He started the shower, gesturing for me to get in. I did what he told me, stepping under the spray of water. It felt nice.

He stepped in a few moments later. I didn't know he had tattoos. They're pretty. I looked over all of them.

"Ah...you've never seen my arms, have you?"

I shook my head.

"Do you like them?"

"They're pretty." I told him.

He came closer to me.

"Yours are too, doll."

"Th-thank you."

He kissed my cheek, causing me to flinch. He held my head still, forcing his lips on mine. I whimpered, struggling against his grip.

He pulled away, holding my chin tightly.

"Please, please, please...don't hurt me. I'm sorry. I-I just got scared."

"Knees. Now." He commanded.

"W-what?"

"Did I fucking stutter?" He asked.

I fell to the floor, looking up at him with wide eyes. The water soaked my hair, going down my back and face.

He slapped me across the face, causing me to cry out in pain. "You're on thin ice, boy. Piss me off one more time, and I won't hesitate to hurt you."

I nodded frantically. "I'll do whatever you want. D-don't hit again. Please don't."

"I wouldn't have to hit you if you'd just do what you're told!" He screamed. "Now open your goddamn mouth and don't make me ask twice."

With tears in my eyes, I let my mouth fall open. He shoved himself inside of me, immediately beginning to fuck my throat at a fast pace. There was spit running down my chin and my eyes were watering. It hurt so bad. Why was he doing this?

After a while, he slowed his movements. I was momentarily confused, before I felt his cum hit the back of my throat. He pulled out, gripping my neck. "Swallow."

I reluctantly did as I was told, looking down at the floor.

"Clean yourself up." He ordered. "Be fast."

I nodded, pulling myself to my feet.  I began to wipe myself down with a cloth as he got out of the shower. My legs were shaking and it was hard to keep myself up.

I finished quickly, stepping out. He threw a towel at me, telling me to dry off.

Once I was done, I wandered into the bedroom. He grabbed my chin, making me look at him.

"Listen. There are people coming tonight. They have traveled a long way, and will be staying for a few weeks. During that time, you will behave. If I so much as have to glance you, I will put you through the worst pain imaginable. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I understand. I-I'll behave."

"Good."

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Who do you think the people are?

~xxRy