Silas:
Jayden Patel is a disaster.
I should end this contract. I have a list of violations that would justify it, and two decades of experience telling me that keeping a chaotic, untrained boy who can't follow simple instructions is a liability I don't need.
Instead, I'm monitoring Jayden’s vitals like he might disappear if I look away. Jerking off to fantasies of coming home to find him kneeling in my hallway, naked and waiting with an open mouth. I'm rewriting rules I spent decades perfecting, all while lying to myself that this is still just training.
And I realize I'm not letting this boy go. Not when he looks at me like my approval is the only thing in the world that matters. Not when he breaks my rules with desperate need in his eyes and somehow makes me want to forgive every transgression. Not when one use of his mouth has me planning how to keep him on his knees in my life permanently.
I should walk away. Cut my losses. Find someone who actually knows what they're doing.
So why can’t I send him away?
Jayden:
I thought the contract was the hard part. Sign my body over, follow his rules, collect the money. Easy.
Except nothing about Silas is easy.
He won't fuck me. Won't even touch me most of the time. Sure, he’ll jerk off on my face and call it a reward, but his real aim seems to be on turning me into a domestic servant. He'll order me to serve him lunch then to crawl across tiled floors just to kiss his shoes.
And I'm so fucking grateful for all of it.
The apartment. The cage. The biometric monitor tracking every spike in my pulse. It should feel like a prison, but instead it feels like the first place I've ever belonged. Like I'm finally something worth keeping.
Then I find a collar that isn't mine, bearing a name I don't recognize. And I realize I'm not special. I'm just another boy learning to beg.
But I'll be damned if I let him replace me without a fight.
