Scum - Part 2 (Patreon)

Part 2 - Really, this isn't for everyone. Just trust me!!

All characters are 18+

Trigger warnings: BDSM, consensual cruelty.

"You look handsome tonight, Dog" I purred, pulling one of my shirts closed around his thin, malnourished body.

I wasn't lying either. Dog had once been a devilishly handsome young man, but his bad choices in life had left him weathered, penance had brought him to me.

"Oh no" I smiled as he reached for a pair of my Italian cashmere boxer briefs "this is for show only, what is underneath is of no concern".

He reluctantly dropped the underwear and stood again, his pole hanging limply between his legs as I pulled up an expensive pair of my black trousers.

"I need you to do a good job tonight, Dog. Do you understand me?" I asked, clasping the band closed and opting for a belt as they hung loosely from his thin waist.

Dog nodded and then winced as I slapped him hard across the cheek, and grabbed his jaw in my hand.

"You will do a good job, won't you?" I hissed, running my nose along his sunken cheek.

"Y... Yes Master" he whimpered and I could feel the heat radiate from the red handprint.

I fed Dog at the table, a nice surprise for him, and watched as he devoured the leftovers which honestly, had been in the back of the refrigerator for so long that I couldn't even remember eating it myself.

"One large pepperoni" I told the dumb bitch on the end of the phone "and send the boy, the one with the tattered shoes".

I left Dog at the table and walked through the house. Five bedrooms, ten bathrooms and so many useless rooms that I hadn't used in years. I had dreamt of a family here, full of life and happiness, and yet it was dark and cold.

I pushed open the door to Dog's room, something I had created when he'd first arrived at my house. I was kinder back then. I remembered his handsome face, covered in bile and foam as he began a week of withdrawals.

I'd been there every second, washing him, feeding him, changing him. I nursed him back to health, I made him strong again, and he betrayed me.

His room was different now.

When Chris, as he had once been known, returned a second time, drooling and dribbling on himself, covered in piss, shit and god knows what else, and begging for a second chance, I gave it to him. But 'Chris' became Dog, and he was no longer a guest at my house, he was my pet.

Dog came and went now, but for the first few months I moulded him into the perfect little toy. He consented of course, and why wouldn't he? When he arrived he was a homeless junkie, and now, he had everything.

"You remember what to say?" I asked him, fixing his shirt collar as he nodded.

"Good" I whispered, as the delivery boy made his way up the drive "I'll be watching, Dog".

The doorbell rang and Dog took a deep breath as I sat out of sight.

"Oh thank fuck" the boy laughed from outside the door, and a grin spread across my face.

"No offence or anything, but that other guy" he said to Dog "your... Friend? Dude, he's fucking crazy!"

Dog laughed too, nodding. He was doing well so far.

"Wait... Chris?"

The words caused a reaction in both myself and Dog.

"No fucking way bro!" The delivery boy gasped "I remember you from high school! I was a year below, but dude you used to be so fucking crazy! How are you doing, man?"

"Good" Dog nodded, taken aback by the revelation "real good, actually".

"Oh yeah?" He replied "do you live here?"

"Yeah, bro, kinda" Dog said, and I smirked as I listened to him trying to act like a normal teenager.

"That's fucking sick, man" the delivery boy said "wait... With that other guy?"

Dog nodded.

"Are you like... You know? A fag or something?"

Dog scoffed as though he hadn't spent the last year of his life worshipping my cock.

"No fucking way, man" he almost gagged "I get paid to be here".

"He pays you?"

"Yeah, how do you think I can afford all of this?" Dog asked, gesturing toward my clothes "he's a generous guy".

A silence fell for a moment, and I was impressed with how quick Dog had managed to improvise, considering the young man had known him.

"Well, whatever you're into I guess" he said politely "anyway, it's uh... Twenty-one dollars even"

"Here's a hundred" Dog said, handing him the note "keep the change".

The delivery boy laughed and dug into his pocket.

"I'm serious, bro" Dog told him, and I waited for him to do exactly what I had told him to do.

"See you!" He added, and began to close the door.

I waited with bated breath. I was almost one hundred percent sure about this kid, but this would confirm it.

"Come on you little shit" I hissed to myself as Dog closed the door ever so slowly.

"Say it!"

As the door latch slid, the delivery boy spoke and my devious grin returned.

"Wait!"

That was it. That was all that I needed to hear.

Dog opened the door again.

"How much does he pay you?" He asked, his voice curious and nervous.

"Oh, you'd really need to talk to him about that" Dog explained, and made to close the door again.

"Good boy Dog" I whispered to myself.

"Hold on, bro" the delivery boy pressed, sticking his foot in the crack.

What an eager young man.

Dog opened it again, feigning impatience.

"What... What do you have to do?" He asked.

"Look... What's your name again?" Dog asked, and I listened closely

"Colton"

"Look, Colton" Dog sighed "he doesn't let just anyone do this. He has to pick you, and honestly, I don't think you'd be his type".

"His type?" Colton barked "so you do fuck him!"

Dog scoffed and kicked his foot from the doorway.

"It's not for everyone" he growled and closed the door.

"Good boy" I whispered, embracing Dog in a hug and watching through the dark window as Colton walked slowly to his car.

"M... Master?" He said sheepishly as I continued watching the delivery boy contemplate everything.

"C... Could I... Could I have a slice of this?"

He wouldn't be back tonight. It was still too raw, but he would be back. The seed had been planted, and I just needed to wait for it to grow.

I stepped back and surveyed a clothed Dog.

"Don't be silly" I told him simply and took the box from his hand as he slouched, disappointed.

"Now go upstairs and undress, bring the cane back down with you".

His lip quivered, but I was more focused on the car in the drive that still hadn't moved.

"Yes Master" he sighed, and left me alone to stare at my prey.

"You'll be back" I snarled at the window "and you'll be mine".

I tipped the pizza into the bin and crushed the box. I was going to have a lot of fun with this one.