Chapter 13
Stefan wasn’t sure what had happened.
Daz hadn’t done anything special, that day in his flat. So he’d f****d Stefan with toys and made him suck Daz’s d**k—so what? Stefan had done all of those things before, and never—never—
Never thought of himself as a slave. As a thing. As an it.
Never actually forgotten Daz’s name. Never forgotten his own.
Nothing spectacular had even happened with it—he’d sucked Daz off, then Daz had made him crawl into the bathroom and finally unlocked the belt and f****d him with one of the dildos in the shower.
Then when Stefan had come under the cold spray, Daz had simply ruffled his wet hair and walked out of the flat like nothing had happened, taking his ownership and his toys with him.
And Stefan had sat under that spray for nearly an hour, tr
