Disciplining My Pet

Rhett hummed lightly, leaning back against the bar. He watched as his pet danced and showed off to attract men, he listened to the bohys go over how much they would spend on the boy.
"Highest bidder tanight mah boys." He nodded, waiting a moment.

10,000
30,000
60,000
90,000

Rhett hummed, taking the 90,000 from a large buff, rather evil looking man. He looked over to Misery, ignoring the look of fear in his eyes he handed the man his leash and didn't look back, ignoring as the boy called his name, not quite liking the man who had bought him.
Oh well.

Misery tried to yank way from the man. He didn't like him, he didnt like the way the man looked at, the way the ,man had been looking at him for A while now...
He had to get away.
He was planning while the man drug him away, and by the time the man had him at his home he had a plan ready. Misery waited until the man had thrown him onto the bed, locking the door and grinning.
"Stay still. Ill be back, we are having a little threesome tonight."
Misery waited until he was gone before getting up and picking up a lamp and smashing it against the window, breaking it and climbing out, breaking a sigh of relief as he got away without a hitch. He really was skilled at this, it no longer bothered him to get away but when he did, no one had ever told Rhett about it. But this time, even as he stayed at the bar and pretend nothing happened, the man went to Rhett's home and got his money back, PLUS money to pay for the window. Yes, Misery was in trouble.

Rhett stormed into the bar early, glaring heatedly at Misery. The ten year old boy was sitting on a barstool, trying a virgin Sherly Temple. He growled and back handed the small boy off of the bar stool.
"You fucking idiot! When I sell you, you do your job and you fucking do it good!" He stomped his foot, kicking the boy once he was down.