His Eyes Say Yes

Barry said nothing more, hugging the child lightly.

Most slaves would have been to scared, especially since Barry had almost killed them by choking them on his cum to fall asleep but Blaine did, he hugged the man close and let himself drift off.

Barry sighed and laid down, allowing the child to sleep on the bed.

Blaine rolled close to Barry, cuddling his master with a small smile.

Barry sighed but didn't push Blaine away. He simply watched him sleep.

The boy slept for a long time, his stomach loud as it rumbled for food, food which the boy couldnt give it, so he curled into Barry nd just ignored it in his sleep.

The rumbling was annoying Barry so he stalked downstairs, grabbed a handful of food and returned, shaking Blaine awake.

Blaine blinked at him, afraid like a deer caught in head lights.
"W-What did I do n-now?"

"Eat." Barry commanded, holding out the food.

The boy blinked at him, taking the food about the time his stomach growled at him again. He looked down at it and blushed.
"Sorry..."

Barry sighed and nodded again.
"Its fine."

The boy ate slowly, his head bowed and his shoulders slumping.
He was sorry...really sorry.

Barry watched him with a small irritated expression.

And thid only made it worse, his body shook violently, his mind running a mile a minute.
Why was he looking at him like that?
What was he doing wrong?
He had to fix it.
Was he ugly?
Fat....
The boy suddenly felt sick.
He bolted from the bed and into the bathroom, puking hard into the porcilne toilet.

"The fuck?" Barry groaned and laid his head back on the pillow

Blaine puked up everything, camping out in the bathroom for hours and retching constantly.

Barry listened, trying to tone the annoying sound out and go bakc to sleep.

A while later Blaine trudged back, falling on the bed and cuddling up to Barry, saying nothing.

Barry said nothing, already asleep himself.

The small boy cuddled up to Barry, head on his chest and dosed off.

Barry cuddled Blaine in his sleep as well, his large arms embracing the boy.

Blaine pressed a kiss to the mans cheek, he loved this...
He had no idea how but he did...loved this man being close.

If Barry had been awake he would've looked at the boy like he was absolutely insane...

And maybe he was but the point was....
First time he did it, Barry didnt hit him.

Blaine was already different from most of the other slaves. He was sleeping in a bed first of all.. and second... Barry didn't want to kill him twenty four seven.