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it seemed to happen to quickly, as he felt a hand grip his wrist and pull him towards them. troye looked up and saw tyler, and immediately, his heart sank to the deeps of his stomach.
“i was looking for the kitchen.” troye said, daring not to look tyler in his flashing blue-green eyes. “very well.” tyler said, letting go of him. “better be quick, i bet it’s already cold.” he finished, as he began walking. “what? your heart?” troye mumbled, while following tyler. it seemed as though tyler heard, since he did snicker.
“eat quickly. you and noah will be running errands for me.” tyler said, grabbing the cup of coffee from the chef, who looked dead. the poor lady looked as if she hardly got any sleep, yet she was serving and cooking food for all of us.
troye looked over at the man, who now had a name. troye looked over at noah, who gave troye a small smile. troye rushingly sat down in the seat and began eating bits and pieces of the eggs and sausage. when troye declared he was full, you wouldn’t even be able to say that someone ate anything from the plate. when the chef came towards him to retrieve the plate, he mumbled to her, “please don’t think i didn’t enjoy the food- see, i don’t eat a lot.”. the chef looked over at him, and smiled, “it’s nice to see some genuineness in this house, for once.” troye returned the smile to her, before getting up and walking towards tyler, who stood in the corner on the phone.
“yeah. i’m bringing them over soon.” tyler said, before bidding goodbye and shoving his phone in his pocket. “troye- actually, i need you to go run errands with me. noah, stay behind and help maria.” he said, demandingly. “come on- get in the car.” tyler said, and troye obeyed.
when they were seated, tyler raised his hand and slapped troye’s cheek harshly. troye groaned in pain, his cheek stinging and turning a bright red. tyler harshly grabbed troye’s curly and messy hair before yelling, “what did i tell you before you went to bed last night? and- how dare you lie to me as you snoop in my fucking house!” he said, gripping tighter, before finally letting go. tyler then just looked at troye and spoke sternly, “next time, you’re going to be the one getting their ass slapped until it’s a bright red.” as he finally started driving.
troye stayed quiet for the rest of the ride, not daring to speak or say a word. he hardly even looked at tyler, scared he might be punished. punished- that word sounded so odd. he only imagined that word being used when mothers discipline children who have been misbehaving. but, here he was scared of being ‘punished’ by what still felt a like a complete stranger.
“give me your hand.” tyler said. troye slowly lent him his hand, which was quickly handcuffed to a part of the car. “stay in the car- or else.” tyler said, giving him a stern look before getting out. troye watched as tyler walked into the building. he couldn’t help but shiver, as he realized how cold the car actually was, and after all he had forgotten his shawl at the house.
when it felt like minted turned to hours troye began to worry. it got so cold to the point he couldn’t feel his nose, or his hands, or any body part honestly. but the most embarrassing thing was that his nips were so hard and his member was raised up high.
tyler watched troye attempt to escape the cuffs but it was no use. he was simply just stuck. he decided it was time to stop, so he walked back to the slick black car. when he opened the door, he was blasted by the cold air freezing up the car. he quickly looked at troye who had a massive boner and the hardest nipples one could possibly have.
“please, don’t say anything about this.” troye said looking down in embarrassment. tyler quickly snicker before mimicking troye. troye’s cheeks quickly turned a brighter red than it was before due to the coldness. tyler simply smirked, before touching troye’s jawline. “i’d be sure i’d make millions selling you.” he mumbled examining troye’s face.
“too bad your not going to.” troye said, moving his head away from tyler’s grip. “have i told you just how stubborn you actually are?” he said, lifting his eyebrows. “no, and has anyone told you that your job is absolutely insane and your a manic to be doing it?” he talked back. “shut the hell up, and don’t ever talk to me like that again.” tyler said, quickly pinning troye’s hands above him while pushing him into the corner of the car. “you have no respect. if you’re going to behave like this- i think i’ll just have to punish you when we get home.” he said, letting go and driving.
troye wasn’t sure what exactly he got himself into. he was sure if he’d rather be sold to some pervert, but he wasn’t sure about living with a man who abuses for pleasure either.
that night as he stayed wide awake staring at the ceiling he heard the door creak open. he quickly turned his head and was relieved to see noah. “hey, you don’t mind if i stay here for a while do you?” he whispered. troye quickly shook his head as noah sat at the end of the bed.
“you know, i haven’t seen the cook smile in about 3 years. it’s nice to have some life in this house.” he said. “and how long has it been since the grumpy old man smiled?” troye asked sitting up. “a while. look- i’m not going to say much- but i will say enough. Sir, isn’t someone who should be played. he’s far more dominant than you think. he’s had a hard and lonely life-“
but before he could finish he could hear a voice call for noah, and before a blink of the eye, noah was gone.
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