Chapter 42

Warren stared at Dan's sleeping form, still has a chain on his neck and a cast on his ankle. Warren moved closer, sat on the edge of the bed and lay down beside Dan. He wrapped his arms around Dan's shoulder and muttered.

"If only you didn't try to run away, I shouldn't have done this." Warren nuzzled at Dan's forehead and inhaled the scent.

"I'll do everything just to keep you stay, even if I hurt you."

. . .

Warren arrives home and goes quickly to the bedroom to look at Dan. He opened the door and saw Dan standing and breaking everything.

"I want to leave." Dan said as he stood with his shaking legs.

Warren let out a sigh. "You don't understand do you, dan? You're mine and you stay here as I say."

"I HATE THIS! I HATE EVERYTHING! YOU THINK I'M HAPPY ABOUT THIS BEING CHAINED AND BEING A SEX TOY!" Dan shouted furiously.

Warren's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "Shouting won't change anything, Dan. You belong to me, and until I say otherwise, you'll stay here. Now, calm down before you hurt yourself further." He stepped closer, his voice low and dangerous.

Dan stumbled back, his injured ankle giving way. He fell hard against the wall, crying out in pain. Warren was on him in an instant, pinning him with his body. "Look what you've done now," Warren growled, grabbing Dan's chin roughly.

"I hate you." Dan retorted.

Warren's eyes narrowed dangerously at Dan's threat. Without warning, he slammed Dan's head back against the wall, stunning him."Watch your mouth, Dan. I own you, inside and out."

Warren's hand snaked out, wrapping around Dan's throat. He squeezed just enough to make breathing difficult, but not enough to completely cut off air. "You're mine, Dan. Your anger, your fear, your pain - it all belongs to me."

Dan clawed at Warren's hand, gasping for air. His vision swam, and spots danced before his eyes. He could feel Warren's body pressing against his, the unmistakable hardness in Warren's pants evidence of his arousal.

As Dan's vision began to darken, Warren finally released his throat, allowing him to gulp in a ragged breath. He lifted Dan's leg, hooking it over his shoulder as he leaned in to capture Dan's mouth in a brutal kiss.

Dan coughed and spluttered, tears streaming down his face from the sudden lack of oxygen and the rough treatment. Warren took advantage of his parted lips, pushing his tongue into Dan's mouth and dominating the kiss. His hands roamed Dan's body, squeezing and pinching painfully.

Dan punches Warren at the chest.

Warren stumbled back, holding his chest and glaring at Dan. "You fucking idiot," he snarled, rubbing his sore chest. He reached out and grabbed Dan's broken wrist, twisting it painfully. "Let's see how well you can fight with a broken hand."

Dan howled in pain, crumpling to the floor and clutching his injured wrist. Warren loomed over him, face contorted with anger. "You're lucky I don't break the other one just for fun," he spat, before grabbing Dan by the hair and dragging him back to the bed.

"You're breaking my bones!" Dan accused.

"And whose fault is that? You're the one who insisted on making me angrier," Warren retorted, tossing Dan onto the bed. He began unbuckling his belt, pulling it free from his pants. "Let's see how well you remember your training with a reminder from my belt."

Dan cowered back on the bed, his eyes fixed on the leather belt in Warren's hand. He suddenly remembered when Eric hit him with a belt. "P-please... Warren, no...," he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

Warren paused, a cruel smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Begging already? We've barely started, Dan." He sat on the edge of the bed, the belt dangling from his fingers. "Tell me why I shouldn't punish you. Convince me you deserve mercy."

Dan bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes. "P-please... I'm sorry. I'll be good... I promise... I just... I just wanted to be free..." His voice trailed off, his body shaking with suppressed sobs. "I'm begging you... please…"

Warren's expression softened slightly at Dan's pathetic display. He reached out and brushed a tear from Dan's cheek with his thumb. "You're so cute when you cry," he murmured, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to Dan's lips. "But the belt is still waiting."

Dan's eyes darted between Warren's face and the belt, his desperation growing. "I-I'll do anything... Just, please, not the belt... I'll... I'll... I'll suck you off, right now... Please..." Dan's voice hitched, his breathing becoming rapid and shallow.

Warren's smirk widened into a full-blown grin. "There's my good boy," he purred, unzipping his pants and freeing his already hard member. He patted Dan's cheek with the leather belt. "Prove it. Show me how well you've learned to please me."

Dan scrambled to his knees, his eyes fixed on Warren's erect penis. He opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue to lick the tip before wrapping his lips around the shaft. He began to suck eagerly, his hands gripping Warren's thighs for support as he bobbed his head up and down.

Warren's grin turned into a satisfied expression, his eyes fluttering closed as Dan's warm, wet mouth enveloped him. He rested one hand on Dan's head, gently guiding his movements. "That's it, baby... Just like that... You're so good with your mouth…"

Dan continued to pleasure Warren, determined to avoid the painful punishment of the belt. Warren's grip on his head tightened, guiding him faster and harder as his own breathing grew ragged. "You're going to swallow every drop, understand?" Warren grunted, his voice strained.

Dan nodded eagerly, his eyes watering as Warren's thickness hit the back of his throat. Warren let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking forward as he spilled into Dan's mouth. Dan gagged but swallowed dutifully, not wanting to displease Warren.

As Warren finished, he pulled Dan off his softening member, wiping his spit and cum on Dan's face. "Clean me up," Warren ordered, holding his dick inches from Dan's mouth. Dan obediently licked and suckled, making sure to remove every trace of their activities.

Warren finally tucked himself away and stood up, towering over Dan's kneeling form. He traced Dan's swollen, spit-slicked lips with the tip of his belt. "You pleased me well. The belt can wait... for now." He tucked the belt back in his pants. "Strip."

Dan hesitantly began to undress, his hands shaking as he unbuttoned his shirt and unzipped his jeans. He winced as he pulled off his pants, his movements limited by his injured ankle and wrist. Warren watched dispassionately, his arms crossed over his chest. "Hurry up,"

Dan quickly finishes undressing, his heart pounding in his chest. He's left standing in front of Warren, naked and vulnerable. Warren reaches out and runs his hand over Dan's hair, petting him like a dog. "Now, get on the bed and present yourself to me,"

Dan hesitates for a moment, his body trembling with fear and reluctant arousal. He limps over to the bed, his injured ankle throbbing with each step. Carefully, he climbs onto the mattress and gets on his hands and knees, arching his back to present his bare ass to Warren.