One shots

Ao3: Rabbid

A loud snarl ripped from
His throat and he screeched, his wrists were swollen and broken. Bloody and bruised but it seemed he didn't care. He smelt blood, only saw in shades of red, he was starving and when it got bad enough and he ripped his chains out of the walls it seemed he got stronger. They shot him with a drug that drove him further out his mind.

"THAT'S IT YOU PSYCO BITCH I'M SELLING YOU FUCKER" the boss said before shooting him. He seemed to be in and out of consciousness for a while only surfacing for a few minutes at a time before getting what he presumed to be was shot. He woke up chained down obviously and on his stomach he started ripping at the cuffs eyesight red so he didn't see the others in the room. A hand touched his throat and he snapped only to get his jaw held shut. He was then let go and a bag of blood was put to his face making him bite into it and chug the whole thing. He was fed a few more and for the first time in years he was sated. He laid panting on the ground before his face was wiped of blood he whimpered as the red faded from his eyes and the cold floor hit him. He felt like lead, body so heavy he couldn't move on his own and he was sensitive. Everything. Hurt. His chin trembled and though he didn't want to cry, didn't want to lose anything. But it happened, "t-thank you- "he whispered "thank you! Oh god how long has it been- where am I-" he coughed his throat not healed yet. Tears of red flowed down his cheeks and he was unchained and picked up. His wrist hurt horribly and his body was afire but he didn't have the energy he needed to move. His head was placed right next to a tan color throat and he inches forward and licked softly. He held on best he could but if they wanted to hurt him it'd would've been done. He was set down on someone's lap and even as he zoned out he didn't miss the deep voice above his head. " It's alright your dismissed" his back was rubbed and his eyes were heavy. "You're quiet good looking, be adorable on your knees. I need a boy to take care of.. to much time on my hand. Maybe some cute leather would do you good-"Noah just barely lifted his head and nipped the skin from under his dress shirt. He licked the skin that dripped down his chest and thankfully he was shifted up and able to - with help- get a little more food before letting his head drop and Belly feel full. He felt so good! His tummy didn't hurt and he wasn't being drugged. He said very quietly at first "h-i sir" he was settled so his legs were on either side of the man's thighs and his rear was on his knees. Thankfully his head was held up because he could not do that himself. "Hello, From now on my title is master understood?" He didn't mean to frown but did a little before nodding "yes master". He didn't like the title master, all his owners wanted to be called master and they were all the same. The hand on his chin tightened and Blue Waited to be struck proving his point. "Why do you look displeased at my title" he sounded upset and blue clenched his jaw eyes cast down trying to stop the shaking his body was doing. He swallowed his now dry mouth and said "n-not displeased j-just masters never been nice be-fore is all" his eyes slipped closed and he heard a "that matters why?" It took a lot of thought with his sluggish mind to put together "cuze masterths all sames"