Call Me Sir - Part 6 (Patreon)

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“So why did he want to kill you?” Gideon asked, knowing that the boy stood just behind the bathroom door completely naked.

“No idea” Liam replied, “maybe he was jealous of my beauty”.

The man smiled to himself, though he wasn’t about to let him see that. A knock sounded on the door, and when he opened it he was met by a suited gentleman holding a silver tray with a large bottle of red wine.

“Your wine, sir”.

When Gideon returned with the bottle, Liam scoffed loudly.

“Your wine, sir” he mimicked.

“What’s wrong with showing some respect?” Gideon asked.

“It’s dumb. He doesn’t even know you”.

“Do you have to know someone to respect them?”

Liam leaned his head out the door, and Gideon could see his naked shoulders which were dotted with beads of water. He looked much cuter now that the dirt was washed from him.

“Yeah, you do” he said, and disappeared again, “and this sink is fucked”.

The dark red wine glugged into the glass as he poured. What an absurd day it had been, and now he was spending the end of it with the last person in the world that he would have wanted to. Regardless, he was glad to finally be able to relax.

“Did you hear me?” Liam called, “the sink, it’s fucked”.

“Must you swear so much?” Gideon replied, rolling his eyes, but Liam sniggered with laughter.

The man swilled a mouthful of the rich wine around his mouth and basked in the burn as it coated his throat. He liked wine, he especially liked red wine. The warm buzz that he got from it was unlike any other. He held the glass between his fingers as he strolled lazily to the bathroom door.

“Jesus” Liam growled, cupping his hands over his junk, “you coulda’ knocked”.

“You called me in” Gideon replied, his eyes stealing glances at the boy’s nudity.

He was thin, though not in a sickly way which was surprising given his… Interests. His plump buttocks stuck out like a soft shelf, and the sharpness of his young muscles was evident under his smooth flesh.

“No, I said the sink was fucked”.

Gideon reached over and grazed his hand across the sensor beneath the faucet and the water gushed out instantly.

“That’s dumb” Liam mumbled, and cupped the water in his hand before sucking it into his mouth. Gideon watched curiously as the boy took the tube of complimentary toothpaste, popped the lid and squirted some between the corner of his lips. He swashed it around in his mouth and spat.

“What?” The naked youngster asked, wiping his face.

“That’s an interesting way of brushing your teeth” Gideon told him, “I can’t imagine it’s very efficient”.

Liam bared his teeth in an angry grin, most of them had gone bad.

“Doesn’t that hurt?”

The young man scoffed and turned around to reach for a towel, Gideon’s eyes widened at the shredded scars running the length of his back. He considered saying something, but thought better of it, and when Liam stood back up with the white towel around his waist, he shrugged.

“Yeah” he nodded, “it hurts”.

He walked by Gideon and back into the luxurious bedroom where he plonked himself on the soft, plush bed. Almost instantly, he felt like falling asleep, but he was too excited. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d watched television in bed, and he’d never watched it in a bed like this. He buried his head in the velvety pillow and relaxed.

Back in the bathroom, Gideon looked down at the mess of clothes on the floor. The shower was stained with the dirt from the young man’s body, and his clothing had taken the brunt of it. He should have been disgusted by them, yet he felt nothing but sympathy for the boy.

It was an emotion he wasn’t used to, and he could see why. It hurt him to feel like this, and he had no room in his life for pain. Tomorrow he’d sort all of this out and return to the office, he’d forget about this nightmare weekend and forget about the drug addicted teenager.

He returned to the room where Liam lay partially naked with the television remote in his limp hand, and his head slumped to this side. His breaths were soft, and in sleep, he looked a lot more innocent than usual.

Gideon took another swig of wine and leaned against the wall.

“You idiot” he whispered, as his eyes scanned Liam.

He could have been anything. He could have done anything, yet he’d fucked it all up for a life of drugs and crime. There was something so senseless about it. Where were his parents? Why hadn’t they steered him down the right track? A rush of anger burst through the man as he shook his head.

The kid was old enough to make his own decisions now, anyway. Perhaps it was his parent’s fault once upon a time, but not anymore. Not now. The young man could do with a good spanking, that would set him on the right track.

Gideon scoffed to himself. That was the wine talking now, mixed with the fact that he was staring down at a half naked man. He set the wine down and pulled the thick duvet over Liam’s body. He guessed it was the first time he’d been tucked in in a very long time.

When Liam woke up, he’d forgotten where he was. He stretched his body out in the warm bed and for a split second, everything felt normal, until the pain returned and he groaned as he grabbed his stomach.

He opened his eyes, forgetting that he was a guest in a five star hotel, and looked around the empty room. A bottle of wine sat on the desk on the opposite side of the room, only a glass had been taken out of it, and that sat next to it. He sat up, wincing through the aches, and realised that beneath the sheets, he was naked.

“Fuck” he spat, and clambered from the bed.

The businessman was nowhere to be found, and Liam already knew that he’d returned home and left him there alone. Fuck him he thought, but his thoughts turned to mush in his head when he entered the bathroom to find his clothes gone.

“You fucker!” He snapped, punching the wall and wincing again. “FUCK!”

He rushed back into the room, pacing up and down as he tried to figure out what to do. If he didn’t get a hit of meth soon, he’d spend the day screaming himself hoarse in the corner. Is this what the rich guy wanted? Did he want him to suffer? He knew he was foolish to come here with him, but he though the guy wanted to fuck. Evidently he was wrong.

The nineteen year old walked to the window and felt his head spin. The previous day had been crazy, and he knew that Ben was out there somewhere reeling at the fact that he’d survived. How long would it be before they came looking for him again? He had to get out of here, he had to get meth, and he had to find clothes. He’d only been awake for less than five minutes, and already he wanted nothing more than to go back asleep.

Why did that rich guy have to fuck with him like this?

He dragged himself back onto the bed and lay face down. Where the fuck would he even find meth in this place? And how would he pay for it? As he lay naked on the soft mattress, Liam wondered if it would have been easier to just let Crank shoot him, and when the door clicked open, he froze and regretted the thought.

“Good, you’re awake” Gideon’s voice came, and Liam sat bolt upright in the bed.

“You stole my clothes!” He barked, and the man glanced at him and scoffed.

“Yes, because I’ve always wanted a pair of shit stained boxer shorts” he said, and dropped multiple shopping bags on the bed. “I don’t know your size so I had to guess, those other clothes are gone, now stand up”.

Liam stared at the bags, confused.

“What?” He replied, but Gideon took him by the arm and dragged him out of bed.

“I have some errands to run today” the man said, ignoring the fact that the teenager was naked and pulling a crisp white shirt from the bag and holding it up to him. “I can’t leave you here all day, god knows I can’t trust what you’d do, so you’re coming with me”.

“The fuck I am!” The young man snapped, “I have to… I have errands to run, too!”

Gideon stared at him in disbelief.

“Fine” the man said, switching to a black shirt, “we’ll run our errands together”.

Liam gulped as he held his cock and balls.

“Black suits you better” Gideon nodded, draping the shirt onto the bed, “now get into the bathroom and wash yourself” he added, shoving a small leather bag into Liam’s arms.

“I already did” he replied, peering inside to find a toothbrush, deodorant and dental floss among other things.

“That was yesterday” Gideon informed him, “in the civilised world, people tend to wash themselves everyday”.

He ushered Liam into the bathroom and closed the door as he walked back out. He wasn’t sure why, but the sympathy he felt for the young man yesterday seemed to dampen when he purchased the items. An interesting ordeal, indeed.

When Liam emerged an hour later, he couldn’t hide the smile on his face. He felt clean from head to toe, and the new clothes the man had bought him, whilst certainly not something he would choose to wear, made him look smart.

“Much better” Gideon nodded, flicking through a newspaper.

Liam regarded him. He considered thanking the man, given that he had not only saved his life, but also purchased him all of this stuff, but that was something he gave up doing a long time ago, so he scoffed instead.

“Why are you reading a newspaper?” He asked with a tone of arrogance, “don’t you have a phone?”

“I do” Gideon replied, without taking his eyes off the business post, “but I prefer a newspaper”.

“That’s dumb”

Liam strolled across the bedroom and tried to ignore the pain again. It never left him for long.

“I need to run that errand now” he said.

Apparently Gideon’s errands were more important than Liam’s, so the young man moped around after the man for hours as the pain intensified in every part of his body. By the afternoon, he was on the verge of throwing up.

“What’s wrong with you?” Gideon spat as they left a bank, and when he glanced down at the boy, he could tell that something was seriously wrong.

He’d turned completely white and was trembling like a leaf. His hands were clasped over his stomach, and the shirt was damp with cold sweat. It didn’t take a medic to work out what was wrong with him.

“Come on” Gideon told him, hailing a cab, “we’re going back to the hotel”.

“No!” Liam groaned, “I need to… I have to get my errand”.

If the situation wasn’t so serious, Gideon would have laughed.

“You have to run an errand” he corrected, “and no, you don’t”.

The young man was too exhausted and too nauseous to argue with him. He allowed himself to be bundled into the cab and a while later they were in the room once more.

“You’re not my dad” Liam growled as Gideon began stripping him out of the clothes, “I don’t need you to look after me”.

“No” Gideon nodded, “I’m not your dad, but you’re doing an awful job of looking after yourself, so many you do need someone to look after you”.

His wet shirt came away as the man lay him on the bed and fumbled with his pants.

“I need… I need a little bit” Liam whimpered as he was stripped to his underwear, “just a small bit, and I’ll pay you back, I promise”.

Gideon pulled both his shoes and socks off, followed by his trousers, and dragged the teenager up the bed.

“With what money?” He asked, pulling a bottle of water from the mini fridge and popping two painkillers into Liam’s mouth.

He wasn’t able to answer as the water gushed down his throat.

“I don’t know how we ended up like this” Gideon told him, sitting on the edge of the bed as the youngster groaned and shook, “and quite honestly, up until last night I was happy to leave your sorry ass here and go about my life”.

“Well why don’t you?” he spat.

“I have no idea”.

The two of them stared at each other until another wave of pain rushed through Liam and he whined.

“I don’t know you, and you don’t know me” he continued, “but making you less of a dumpster fire is making me feel a little better about things, so we’re not leaving here until you get your shit together”.

Liam rolled over in the bed angrily, and the scaring on his back became visible again. He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he wasn’t sure about anything anymore. Gideon traced his fingers over the old scars, and Liam didn’t stop him.

“I don’t want excuses” the man told him, “everyone has a past, but it doesn’t mean you have to throw your life away, do you hear me, young man?”

God, he was beginning to sound like his own father.

“Yes sir” Liam mumbled sarcastically.

“By the time I’m finished with you, you’re going to be a normal, functioning human being, and the rest is up to you. Anyway, I don’t even know your name, what is it?”.

Liam glanced back over his shoulder as Gideon continued to rub his back. Nobody had ever touched his back before. Nobody had even seen his back in a very long time, yet something about the stern man’s touch made the pain a bit easier.

“Liam” he said, and sunk back into the pillow, “what’s yours?”

Gideon pulled the covers back up Liam’s body and stood up.

“Call me Sir”.