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Tommy never wanted this. He wanted to know what family felt like, not what it felt like to be a toy.
He wanted to feel loved, not be a second thought, only existing when someone was horny.
He wanted to be noticed more than once or twice a day.
But most of all, he wanted to be free.
He hated the gold cage he was trapped in, hated how people would pay to use him, only to be killed my his master.
The blood would spray everywhere, and his master would fuck him in front of the dying man or woman.
He hated how good it made him feel, how he expresses his pleasure with our resisting.
Although, that wasn’t really his fault. He was forced to wear a collar, and anytime he misbehaved he was electrocuted.
The only days Tommy got a break was when the masters girlfriend was over.
Tommy had met her once, and she introduced herself as Shelby.
Her arms and neck were covered in bite marks, some still bleeding.
He pleaded with her to break up with the master, and she did.
The breakup allowed him to escape.
The master went and got himself drunk, andhad forgotten to give Tommy the potion he had been forced to take every day.
His strength slowly came back.
That night, when his master came home and took him out of the cage, he acted like his normal, slightly high-self(the potion had a special type of heroin in it that only started working after 14 hours.
The master bent him over a nearby table, and started to speak. “You are, and always will be mine. You can’t leave.” Tommy knew that that was untrue, but he didn’t say anything. He knew that if he did, he would be hurt a million times worse. The master was about to thrust in to him, but Tommy kicked back as hard as he could. The Master fell back, with a shocked expression and a grunt.
Tommy’s eyes settled on the nearby dresser, where his master would leave his pants and belt.
He knew where the door was, after all, he spent hours every day looking at it.
Tommy ran as fast as he could and threw on the pants and belt.
He ran over to the door, only to find it locked and the master cackling.
Master slowly stood up with a cackle. “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.” The man hissed. “You really thought you could escape? You belong to me.”
Tommy shuddered. He hated his name, hated the memories it brought up.
“Where are the keys. Tell me, and I might not report you for child abuse and rape.”
His master laughed, and tossed him a key.
“Go then. Go on, leave me. Leave the only man who cares about you.”
Tommy shook his head. “Thanks. And for the record, I hope you’re fucked to death.” And with that, he freed himself.