Yes, Master

by Margaret McHeyzer

  “And Stella, Mom,” I say through an almost choke hold.

  “Oh thank you so much.” Mom’s crying and kissing me on the cheek then moves over to kiss and hug Stella.

  “You’re welcome, just promise to enjoy it,” I state as Stella’s now coping the brunt of the kisses known as Hurricane Elaine.

  “Elaine, can you point me to the bathroom please?” Stella asks my mom for directions.

  “She’s a keeper, Ryan.” Mom juts her chin toward Stella and I simply nod. “Oh I have to go show Rose, she’ll want to come too. I’ll be back in a minute,” Mom says as she goes to find her best friend since I can remember, Rose.

  “Where’s Jason,” I hear Damien ask someone. When I look up I see that Damien’s talking to Uncle George, Jason’s my cousin and Chase’s father. Uncle George has his back turned to me, so I assume he’s not seen me.

  “Jason’s working a few crazy days, so I’ve got the little fella for that time.”

  “Well I’m going fishing early tomorrow morning, do you want me to take Chase tonight so he can come with me? It gives you the night off.”

  No fucking way.

  I know what’s happening. Fishing is his bait for his prey. He reels them in and then annihilates.

  “That’s a great idea, I’ve got a bag in the car so I’ll go get it for you, Damien.”

  Not going to fucking happen.

  I can feel it.

  My entire body blankets with goose bumps, my blood sears through my veins and I can only see one color.

  Blood red.

  Damien’s not destroying another life.

  I bunch my hands into fists to stop the shaking from the anger, I swallow back the thick and menacing lump that’s forming at the base of my throat and I straighten my back, hearing a few of the bones crack into place.

  Uncle George hands over Chase’s bag and an eerie calm and cold, washes over me from the top of my head to the soles of my feet.

  Damien stands and starts walking out the gate.

  Without even realizing, I follow him out to wherever he’s going.

  He gets to his car, he opens the trunk and slings Chase’s bag in. What he doesn’t expect is me standing right behind him when he turns around.

  “You scared me there, boy,” he says as he goes to barge past me.

  He doesn’t intimidate me anymore. He holds no power over me, I’m finally free.

  “You touch Chase and I’ll fucking kill you.” My blood is at boiling point and my body’s tensing up, I can hear my heart thumping loudly in my own ears.

  “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he murmurs and tries to go past me again. I push his small insignificant body back toward the house. He stumbles but backs up until we’re on the lawn in front of the gate.

  “You’re not going to touch him.” It’s my final warning, my last words before I fucking kill him with my bare hands.

  “Why not, I taught you how to fuck and now he’s old enough to learn the same lesson, boy.”

  The words barely leave his putrid rotten mouth before my fist connects with his chin.

  I don’t fucking stop, I can’t stop. With my left hand clenching the collar of his shirt, my right hand keeps smashing into his face.

  “Come here and let me fuck your mouth, boy,” screams at me over and over again.

  The line of men that paid him to fuck me, all invade my mind at the same time as I hear a crack of a bone.

  Damien’s trying to fight me, but I over power his body and hold him down like he used to when I was a frail ten year old child.

  The cruel and inhumane rapes that happened as I laid there and cried while he stood over me and laughed, is flooding every part of me. Those images make me keep hitting the soft and broken skin on his face.

  “You fucking ruined me!” I yell as I feel my hand start to hurt.

  “You fucking took my life away from me!” I shout as tears begin to barrel through.

  “Ryan!” I hear someone call, but I don’t know who they are or what they want.

  I let go of Damien and he falls in a heap to the soft and plush green grass.

  “You made me hate myself!” I holler as I try to see him through the hot and stinging tears. He’s now just a blur as my salt water clouds my vision and I can’t see anything past an obscure object lying on the ground.

  “You made me think I was worthless!” I cry.

  My right leg swiftly and forcefully makes contact with the rubbish on the floor.

  “I fucking hate you,” I spit out in an absolutely shattered voice.

  “Boy,” I hear my Master.

  She needs me, I must be strong for her.

  I fall to the grass and await my Masters instructions.

  “Breathe deeply and calm down. Stay in position until I speak to you. Am I clear?” she says in her powerful voice.

  “Yes, Master.”

  I wait and I listen. I focus on my Master’s voice and where she is.

  “Call 911 and get police and an ambulance,” I hear my Master say.

  “What the hell’s going on?” my mom asks.

  “Elaine, for now I can’t and won’t explain, this is something you and your son need to discuss.”

  “Why’s he on the ground like that?”

  “Again, now’s not the time or the place. Let me work and then the three of us can talk.”

  I can hear people standing around whispering. But I don’t care what they say, my Master called on me and I’m here to serve her.

  “Boy.” I can hear her on my right side, close to my head. “You may speak freely, are you hurt?” she asks as she pets my head.

  “My hand is sore, Master.”

  “Does anything else hurt?” She moves her hand down to stroke my back in soft serene and calming movements. It’s nice having her body touch mine.

  “No, Master.”

  “Good. Stay in this position until I give you your next instructions.”

  I hear my Master stand and she must’ve walked over to Damien. In the distance but closing in, I hear the screech of the sirens.

  I zone out at this point and only listen for my Master’s voice to command me.

  I start counting and find my body begins to unwind as the anger and the stress diminishes with every breath I take and every number I count. I relax to the rhythm of one breath to every number and soon all the negative is replaced with only the love I have for my Master.

  “Boy, stand up with your feet firmly planted on the ground, your hands in front of you and your chin on chest.”

  I do as my Master asks and the moment my hands are in position I feel the pinch of the steel cuffs.

  “Look at me, boy.” I look up and see my Master standing in front of me.

  “The police are taking you to the station. I’ll be in my car right behind them. Don’t speak until I get there. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “I’m so proud of you,” she says as she reaches up and kisses me on the lips.

  I’m consumed with focusing on what my Master told me to do, that I don’t hear or see anyone. An officer leads me to a police cruiser and opens the back door for me, as I slide in I remain quiet and do what my Master has instructed.

  Within moments I’m out of the car and I’m lead to a room where I’m told to sit in a chair behind a table and then the cuffs are removed.

  Tick.

  Tick.

  Tick.

  The clock taunts me to break away and move, as an immeasurable amount of time passes while I wait for my Master.

  The door opens and I stay still looking ahead as a police officer walks into the room and sits opposite me.

  I can sense her and smell her perfume before she even makes herself known.

  Freesias mixed with a very subtle undertone of vanilla, my Master is here.

  “Ryan,” she says as she walks into the room.

  “Stella,” I mumble as I stand and take a step to be with her.

  Her
arms wrap around me and we smash our body’s impossibly close together. I nestle her head in my hands and firmly kiss her pouty and full lips. “I’m so sorry, Stella. He said he was going to break in Chase, and I lost it.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for, I’m extremely proud of you,” Stella affirms as she hugs me again.

  “Mr. Jenkins could you please take a seat,” the police officer starts.

  “It’s just Ryan, please.” I sit down and Stella sits beside me. Our hands are woven together and neither of us is willing to let the other go.

  “You’ve been brought here because we need to question you about Damien Richards, I believe he’s your uncle.”

  And here goes. The truth will finally set me free and hopefully see him go to prison.

  I take the last breath of all the harbored secrets and know when I exhale I’ll have nothing more to hide.

  “He molested me from the time I was ten until I turned thirteen.” Fuck, I said it aloud and I feel no shame in admitting that to the police officer.

  “What happened today?” Stella tightens her fingers around mine, silently giving me permission to tell him.

  “He admitted to me that he was going to sexually abuse Chase, my cousin’s son.”

  “And then what happened?”

  “He told me that he taught me how to fuck and now it was Chase’s turn, and I lost it. I couldn’t let him hurt another child and do to Chase what he did to me.”

  “Do you know who George Richards is?”

  “Of course, he’s my other uncle.” Where’s he going with this?

  “He saw what happened and when we got to the scene and after you were brought here, he and his grandson came to the station to talk to me.”

  “Alright?” I question not knowing what the hell’s going on.

  “It seems that Damien was already grooming Chase and had started fondling him before today.”

  Fuck. I let go of Stella’s hand and bring both my hands up to cover my face.

  “I was too late,” I whisper to no one.

  “No you weren’t, it appears that you saved Chase from anything progressing. We’ve had a child psychiatrist talking to him and he told the doctor what Damien had done to him. Damien hadn’t taken it past touching at this stage, but he did ask the child to fellate him as they watched a pornographic movie together.”

  Please stop talking. All those memories from the first time I was at Damien’s house are flooding back.

  “Is Chase alright?” I look to the officer and he simply nods. I take Stella’s hand again and hold it tightly.

  “You caused a lot of damage to Damien and his face.” I remain looking at the officer completely impassive to the news that I broke the man that destroyed me. “His jaw’s shattered, both eye sockets are cracked, his nose is completely crushed. He’s got four fractured ribs and you managed to also fracture his pelvis.”

  “But his dick still works which means he’ll keep harming children.”

  “No he won’t, our officers went to his house and have started searching it. So far they’ve found enough evidence to send him away to jail for a year or two, but I suspect they’ll find more.”

  “At least he won’t be able touch another child for that time,” I say disappointed with the outcome so far.

  “This leads us to you, Ryan. It all took place on your uncle’s premises and he’s made it clear that he doesn’t want charges brought against you. Unfortunately though, after what you did to Damien we need to act upon that.”

  I close my eyes and breathe in rapidly. Stella squeezes my fingers again and I turn to look into her loving green eyes.

  “We’ll be charging you with assault, which in this state comes with a hefty fine.”

  And?

  “What about court?”

  “What about court?” he repeats the question back to me.

  “Aren’t I going to court and then possibly jail?”

  “Did you want to go there?”

  “Um, no I don’t want to but I thought I’d have to,” I say earnestly.

  “Look, Ryan, totally off the record, but I commend you for doing what you did. If I were in your position I don’t think I would’ve been able to stop myself. Truthfully, no one even wants to give this damn fine, but we have to because you beat him to within an inch of his life. So please, don’t question it and don’t thank us, just know that what you did was courageous and appreciated by every victim of abuse and every single cop here.”

  I’m sitting in the room with the police officer, and Stella by my side and I’m totally astounded with what I just heard.

  “Now, I’m going to prepare the fine, you have twenty-one days to pay it, you can either come back here or pay it or at the courthouse.”

  “We’ll pay it now,” Stella interrupts him as he stands to leave.

  “Alright, I’ll be back soon.” And he walks out the door.

  “Show me your hand,” Stella says taking my right hand in hers. She moves it around and inspects it closely then brings it to her lips to kiss my knuckles.

  “It just looks bruised, when we leave here I’ll take you back to the office and x-ray it to make sure nothing’s broken.” She lifts my hand again and gently brushes her lips over the split skin.

  “Okay,” I concede then lean over and kiss her.

  “Your mom was asking questions.”

  “Stella, just for tonight can we not talk about it? I just want to get home, wash today away and feel you close to my heart as I make love to you.”

  “That sounds like something I can make work,” she says as she sits on my lap and embraces me.

  We stay in silence until the police officer comes back and gives us my fine.

  Hand in hand we walk to the front desk and pay it.

  We walk out of the station with the first real day of my life beginning.

  Chapter 30

  Six weeks later

  “Hey,” I call as I step through Stella’s front door and put my keys in my pocket.

  “I’m here,” she yells from her office at the back of her house.

  I walk there and she’s sitting behind her desk with her hair in a tight bun and her red rimmed reading glasses perched high up on the bridge of her nose.

  “What are you doing?” I ask as I sit in the chair opposite her.

  “Just doing some research on something I want to talk to you about. But firstly, how did it go with your mom?” Stella asks as she sits back in her plush leather office chair taking her glasses off and placing them beside her laptop.

  “Well, she didn’t quite understand about the whole D/s thing, she thought you were taking advantage of me. She was really worried at her party when I fell to my knees and wouldn’t listen to anyone but you.”

  Stella chuckles and shakes her head, “Most people don’t understand it, so asking a lady who’s sixty and never been around it to do so, is quite a difficult thing to do.”

  “I had to keep on reassuring her that it’s not abuse, and that I enjoy it and you only have my best interest in mind. It did make her happy to know that I can stop the scene any time if I’m uncomfortable though.”

  “Well that’s a good thing.” Stella brings her hand up to massage the bridge of her nose.

  “Yeah but it took a while for her to be okay with it. While I was there though, something else happened.” I look at Stella as she readjusts in her seat to sit up and pay more attention.

  “What? Is everything alright?”

  “Mom received a call about Damien.”

  “What about the fucker?” Stella’s shoulders tighten and she purses her lips together telling me she’s pissed off. Thankfully she doesn’t have a buggy whip in her hand, ‘cause they fucking hurt.

  “It appears that Damien’s extra curricula activities got out amongst the other inmates where he’s being held until his trial.”

  “And?”

  “And this morning he was found unconscious in his cell, brutally sodomized with foreign objects and he
was hemorrhaging from the attack. They took him to the local hospital, but they called my mom to let her know that he may not make it past today.”

  Stella steeples her index fingers together, brings them up to her mouth and gently taps on her lips with them.

  “How does that make you feel, Ryan?”

  “Um.” I look past Stella and think about the entire situation with Damien and what’s actually happened. “Well truthfully.” I pause for a moment and let the satisfaction of the guards finding Damien almost dead just settle deep within me. “I hope he lives and he doesn’t die, because I’d really like for this this to happen again and again to him.”

  No lies, ever.

  “The general consensus would be that you need to forgive him to move on, but do you know what I have to say about that?”

  “What?”

  “Fuck what they think. If keeping him alive and having him savagely destroyed every time his ass heals up, makes you happy, then I’ll support you with all my heart.”

  I stand up and round the desk, pushing her knees open so I’m standing between them. Her arms come up and hug me around my hips as she lays her head on my abs.

  “Stella.” I put my finger under her chin and lift her captivating face to look at me, I lean down and seal my mouth over hers causing Stella to moan as she tugs me closer to her. “I live for you,” I whisper against her luscious lips.

  “Ryan.” Stella’s voice turns desperately hungry as she stands and slips her hands beneath my shirt tugging at my nipples. “I want you, but we’ll have to wait for tonight.”

  My cock’s straining against my boxer briefs and the Prince Albert I got is rubbing on the material causing a delicious friction. I move aside from Stella and readjust myself so the piercing isn’t copping the brunt of it, giving my cock a false hope of happiness.

  “It’s healed quite nicely,” Stella says as she sits back in her seat.

  “It’s been three fucking weeks since we’ve had sex or played in the dungeon, I can’t damn well wait for tonight.” I lean down and kiss Stella before moving away and sitting in my chair opposite her again.

  “There’re a couple of things I wanted to talk to you about, Ryan.”

  “Like?”

  “I want you to move in with me.”