I lay in bed, listening to my Father talk to someone. He didn't seem to want me anymore. Don't get me wrong, I was thankful, but it was making me feel uneasy. The voices grew louder and I curled up under my duvet. My door opened and one set of footsteps walked in.
"Ricky?"
The voice was deep and husky, definitely not my father. I poked my head over the top of my duvet. There was a man of about 20 looking at me. He was tall, about 6" 7. His eyes were brown and outlined with kohl. He had long, black hair. I just stared at him, I couldn't look away. He smiled.
"I'm Chris."
I sat up and smiled, unable to reply due to my mouth going dry. He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. I realized he was holding a collar. A slave collar. I moved my terrified eyes back to Chris's. He sighed.
"I'll let you pack some things."
I felt tears well up and stood. I walked over to him and hung my head. He put the collar on and I wanted to scream. I started packing my things, tears streaming down my face.
"I'm sorry, Ricky."
I didn't reply. I couldn't, he hadn't given me permission. I just packed then looked at him.
"Ready?"
I nodded. He gently took my hand and lead me outside. He helped me into his car and I curled up in the seat. He put my suitcase in the trunk and then climbed in. He started driving and I stayed silent.

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We got to his house and Chris parked.
"Stay here."
He got out and took my suitcase in. He didn't return. I sat there for about an hour before he came back. He picked me up and carried me upstairs. Great, he only wanted me for sex. He lay me on his bed and I closed my eyes, turning my head away. When nothing happened, I looked around. Chris was staring at me and frowning. I shivered.
"Ricky, strip for me."
Tears welled up as I pulled my clothes off. I hesitated when I was in my boxers.
"Those too."
I bit my lip and took them off. He walked over and ran his hands over my body.
"What the hell did he do to you?"
I looked down at my body to find it covered in bruises and cuts. I closed my eyes. Chris hugged me. I slowly wrapped my arms around him.
"Ground rules: I don't want you to act like a slave. Talk, scream, do whatever you want. But the collar remains on."
"Thank you, Master."
"Call me Chris."
I nodded. Chris pulled away and helped me get dressed in new clothes. He took me downstairs and showed me how to cook. It was actually quite fun. We ate and then I cuddled to him on the couch. We watched a load of baking shows for hours.

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I started yawning. Chris turned off the television and carried me upstairs. He took me into a different room from earlier and changed me into pajamas. He lay me down on the bed and went to leave.
"Chris?"
He turned.
"Stay with me for a while? Please?"
He nodded and left, coming back in his own pajamas. He lay next to me and I lay on his chest.
"Ricky?"
"Hm?"
"I promise I will never hurt you. I will never make you do something you don't want to."
I smiled against his chest and fell asleep.