The Puppeteer Part 3

The puppeteer - welcome home

Everyone got places they belong.

A place we took shelter

A place we could laid off

A place to return

A home..

But what would you do if the place you are returning to are not somewhere you want to be? What if home is not where you belong?

Or what if.. It's not a home?

The dead eyes was as dark as the sky when he reach the door. He was holding the knob with no more effort to proceed. Here he is again, infront of the last places he want to be on this earth. What stood behind this door is another nightmare, another hell for his broken life. He didn't move his gaze from the floor. The eyes that was always shines with tears are left hollow to dead. He heard someone yelled from a few steps behind him

"Get in before he drag you in, idiot!"

He didn't respond, but he know his consequences. The man in his fourties bark again "you fucking deaf!! You want me to beat you up you faggots?!!"

He heard it well, he heard it very well along with the sounds of the engine of the old truck the man was driving. He was sent home.. Atlas

He sniffed and turn the knob. Leaving all his faith at the door. The familiar smell of booze and alcohol filled his nostrils, and the corridor leads to the leaving room filled his vision. The house was dark as always he could remember every single detail of the house. But only his mind and memories travels inside, he was standing there, frozen.

"I'm calling William, you damn cocksucker" cursed the man and dial his phone. The blonde boy heard it and gasp, he don't want to get inside

But what awaits behind him is another punishment as well..

He surrender to his fate and took his first step inside. It's funny how badly he was trained to be a good slave, but he still feel the fears. His emotion never dried, but he was forced to contained it.. And most of the time, he broke..

He swing the door close slolwy and lock the door, he took off his rundown shoes and hide it under the cabinet. He still remember perfectly how to hide his existence. He saw the living room, dirty and cramped with empty bottle of Vodka and beers.. The sight is uncomfortable as always. But he walk further until he reach the kitchen. William is not there as well

The kitchen is as dirty as the previous space he saw. The sink are filled with plates and the dining table are filled with bottles. The raw meat at the end of the kitchen counter catch his attention. It was left there on the plate with a small candle beside of it. The fire lit the atmosphere with the dim small energy.

He stood there and watch, it could be for him. William didn't eat this. As he lost in his mind a pair of large muscular strong arms wrap him from his back, one into his shirt to his chest and another into his pants to his lower back. And a kiss planted to his neck, sucking.

He moans softly, and didn't fight back. He knew who he is dealing with and didn't dare to defy..

It was him.. His tormenter.. His master.. William

The breath his master had was filled with lust and he could hear it very well. His master waste no time but quickly remove all the fabric on him. Ripping whatever blocking his way to the wounded skin he wants to ravish.
The poor boy flinch when he was grabbed and bitten on his shoulder.

Without any room of comfort he was slammed on top of the counter and William push his way forcefully inside of him. He got no urge to scream. It was dry and painful, but compares to everything he gone through.. This is something he could endure.

Drown in lust, William starts pounding him, doesn't even care whether his partner is ready or not, the boy doesn't fight back, but his heart.. His mental has been forced to be torn apart and crushed. He take the painful fate he has been forced into. He is a mistake.. He is a negative to everything around him. He deserve this

And just like a ceremony, William throw him to every room in the house and fuck him. The final stop is the basements. When he has done shooting all his seed into him he pulls out with a very satisfying groans. Leaving his slave panting and flushed red with all the heat and embarrassment. William finally spoke

"Welcome home..my slave"