It's Lonely at the Top

When Jon awoke, he found himself in a strange room. It was well appointed with expensive looking furniture. As he shifted he heard the dual tone chimes of both the chain attached to his collar and the small bells that hug from his earlobes. He winced as he shook his head, the chimes sounding again. Slowly uncurling from the pillow he looked around. He was at the foot of what appeared to be a bed, his chain clipped to the footboard.

His mind was still in a haze and he was easily distracted. The sound of the chimes and chains, a shift of light from the hanging crystal sun catchers, the movement of gauzy curtains in the soft breeze created by the ventilation system.

"Ahh, I see the Tom Cat has awoken." A melodious voice said.

Jon whipped his head about and drew back from the figure that stood not more then a dozen feet from him.

The man(woman) that stood there just chuckled softly at the reaction, then moved towards a table and sat down. "Hungry my pretty Tom Cat?" asked the man(woman). The person was know simply as The Master.

Jon shook his head no but his stomach growled a 'yes.' He cringed again at the sound of laughter from The Master.

"Come here Pretty Tom Cat." The Master said in that softy, yet commanding tone as he(she) crooked a finger and motioned Jon to come to him.

He knew the price for disobedience. With his head hung he crawled off the pillow and made his way on all fours to the Master. The chain pulled at his neck. It was light yet very strong. He sat back on his heels, head bowed, waiting.

A hand came in view a few minutes later. In the palm was several pieces of meat covered in a sauce. Obediently he bent his head forward, taking the meat out of The Master's hand with only his lips. After he ate the pieces of meat he licked The Master's hand clean. The process was repeated until there was nothing left. Then a small shallow dish like bowl was set on the floor in front of him. As he started to lean forward to drink from it, he felt the hand at the nape of his neck and shivered. Don'Don't want this pretty mane of yours to get dirty, do we Tom Cat."

He closed his eyes and took a breath then shook his head no.

"That's what I thought." The Master cooed sweetly as he(she) gathered up the mass of slightly wavy hair. With a deft twist or two and a hair stick, it was up out of the way. "Now Drink."

Jon obeyed, bending over, his hands clasp behind his back as he sipped the liquid. It was cool, tart, sweet and light all at the same time as it slid down his throat. As soon as he was finished he sat back again and waited.

"Is the Pretty Tom Cat going to thank me for the food and drink?" The tone was soft and amused, yet with a hint of disapproval for not doing so already. Shifting in the chair slightly, The Master silently indicated what type of 'thanks' was expected.

Jon kept from shuddering barely. He had found that all it did was make the Master angry and result in a hard hand across the face then punishment. Crawling under the table, directly in front of the Master's chair he took a shaky breath and this time did shudder. He knew better then to use his hands for anythint tht the most necessary of things.

Moving up and forward, he had to stretch a little to get to the belt that tied the Master's robe shut. Carefully he used his teeth to grip the material and pulled back hoping the Master had not tied it in a knot. His hopes came crashing down when the belt refused to move and the Master just chuckled in that amused and twisted way. He wanted to curl up and whimper right then and there.

"Never said thanking me was going to be easy did I Pretty Tom Cat?" the Master said as he reached under the table and ran a hand though Jon's hair.

Reaching down Jon took the chain and pulled as far as it would go to give him more room to work. Closing his eyes he leaned forward again this time leaning against the Master's legs and working at the knot with his teeth. A whine escaped him as frustration at his inability to get it loose built. He didn't realize that tears were sliding down his cheek until the Master stopped him, stoking his face.

"No need for tears my pretty one. See how easy this is?" deft fingers undid the intricate knot of the belt letting the sides of the robe fall open, reveling bare skin beneath. "It just means you'll have to thank me even more." There was a sadistically cruel plea in in that musical voice.

Tearsears fell all the faster at the words of the Master. He nuzzled against the Master's lap, placing small kisses against the base of his stirring sex. Frantic to please so not to be punished. Kissing the velvety soft skin as the organ hardened under his lips. The Master's legs parted allowing him to have more access to what lay between them. Licking around the base then the sac below, placing more kisses, silently begging not to be punished for what he could not do. Working his tongue up the shaft to the tip then circling it before taking it into his mouth. Sucking on the tip at first, lapping the tiny opening with the tip of his tongue before pushing forward, lips sliding down till the light downy hair at the base tickled his nose.

All this time his mind divided. One part was screaming at how wrong this was. How he should use that chain to make sure the Master met his end. Another was saying that to kill was wrong, he was the law and the law forbid killing. A third part just rocked back and forth in a corner whimpering as the glass shards were ground deeper into flesh, making it bleed. And the last part, the one that had been freed by it all, was reveling in the hedonistic glory of mindless chaos and pleasures of the body.

Time no longer mattered as he pleasured the Master, only the movement of his body and the hand that ran though his hair. He felt the hand tighten, pulling his head forward. A moment later he felt the Master release his seed into the back of his throat. Swallowing quickly the bitter white liquid, then licking the flesh clean.

He blinked, barely catching himself as the Master stood up and moved around the side of the table. His chain was violently yanked, forcing him to scramble helplessly to follow. As soon as he stood he was spun about and slammed into the table, being forced to bend over it as his legs were kicked apart by the Master.

He gritted his teeth, preparing as best he could to be taken by the Master. The sudden fiery sting that erupted across his bare backside was a shock. A slight whistling sound as it happened again, and again, and again. It continued without stop, his flesh felt like it was on fire. He withered in pain each time a blow landed, clawing at the table but unable to move. The Master's words screamed into his ears.

"You've been bad and must be punished. Do you hear me? You must learn and if I have to blister your back side everyday until you learn, I will do so. Do you hear me? Answer me!"

Jon didn't understand what he did wrong to cause such anger in the Master. He'd done everything he could do to please the Master. Silent sobs wracked his body as his mind flashed back to the past.

"Answer me Jonathan! Why can't you be like everyone else and behave properly. Your Sister's not even two and already behaving properly and never gets into trouble. Ever since your mother was killed you've been nothing by trouble." The sound of his father's belt whistling though the air and the smack of leather hitting flesh accompanied the screamed words.

The young boy was beyond screaming in pain as he tried to defend himself against his enraged father, but to no avail. The towel that had once been wrapped about his waist lay trodden under the man's feet. It had been little protec aga against the stinging pain of being whipped with the belt. Shoulders, side, thighs, back, wherever it could strike, it did.

Finally it stopped and he was left, curled on his bedroom floor sobbing in pain, his father having stormed out. Stinging welts across his body, a small jagged cut across the small of his back bleed sluggishly.

His step-mother looked in on him, sniffing in disdain. "You were warned repeatedly. But you never listen. You got your just rewards Jonathan." With that she left, not even bothering to see how much damage had been done.

When he was able to move again, he got dressed, then packed some extra clothes into his backpack. After looking around the room once he took the only other thing that he could claim as his own, the picture of his mother. He waited then till everyone was asleep and snuck into his fathers bedroom. He took both his fathers wallet as well as his step-mother's purse, taking all the cash that was in both. He also took the bank cards since he knew the PIN to them. He planed on taking as much as he could since he had no interesting in ever returning to this house again.