[Laruku] [Tetsuhai] Taste of Love

[radhaj]

Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Those people are not mine. I only wish they were
Warnings: All sorts of ickness: slavery, bdsm, bondage, all sorts of kinks, including the fact that Hyde is a minor in this one. Like, really a minor. You have been warned.
Summary: In a country where slavery is the main source of income, Hideto sacrifices his own freedom to protect his sister's. Young and impressionable, he finds himself giving his trust to the kind slave trainer that bought him, but there is no hope anymore for the inexperienced boy to ever experience what love is now that he's no longer in control of his own life... or is there?


Chapter 4

Hideto's room, as it turned out, had been occupied by some other girl up until a day ago or so when she had been sold. The boy didn't know how he felt about that, but the room had apparently been completely vacated and left absolutely bare of any personal belongings. Tetsuya also explained that it had been cleaned thoroughly after the other slave's departure to make it ready for its new occupant which, of course, was Hideto... or, rather, Hyde.

It was not a very big room. Other than the huge, queen-sized bed in the middle of it with a tiny nightstand, a wardrobe by one of the walls and a small table with some drawers and a mirror, there was no other furniture in it, and, honestly, no space for any other furniture unless one wanted the room to be cluttered up.

The sparsity of personal touch of the room would have made it feel cold for anyone else, probably, but Hideto felt comfortable. He was truly used to not having many personal belongings and the bed alone already seemed like true luxury for him, compared to his own small twin-size with a squeaky spring box at home. And it was so clean and pretty in there. The floor was made of some kind of smooth, light-coloured wood and had a rather fuzzy woollen carpet on it. And it was blue, to match the walls and the bedding – his favourite colour.

Hideto was surprised to notice it, but the view of the room somehow truly helped him relax and feel better about his situation. Of course the reality of what was expected from him by the end of his stay there still weighed heavily on his mind but... right now, he was at least glad the he would stay in this beautiful house, with a slave trainer that actually seemed as nice as could be expected, who promised to help him deal with everything and ease him into things slowly. And he could not let himself forget that at least this meant his sister was free, and who knows – if Tetsuya hadn't found him and Gina ended up being sold after all, she might have not been so lucky with her buyers, ending up with someone far less nice and far more rough.

No matter how he looked at it, Hideto knew it was better this way. It was the best outcome he could have ever expected.

After showing him his room, Tetsuya then directed him to the shower, giving him a towel and some clean clothes to change into afterwards and instructions to rest up in his room until he was called for later in the evening. Hideto gladly shed the clothes he had been made to wear in the market that barely covered anything at all and put on the ones given to him after taking a thorough shower. Obviously, they were far too big on him, hanging off his petite figure loosely, but they were soft, and smelled nice, and were comfortable enough that he even curled up in his bed with them, deciding to take his owner's instructions literally and rest in the few hours he'd been given to himself, maybe even take a nap.

But of course, with his mind still buzzing with conflicting thoughts, his blood rushing with adrenaline and the day in general overwhelming him still, he was just too restless to fall asleep quickly. He had so many things to think over, so many facts to accept. Only a couple of days ago he had never thought he would ever belong to someone, and now here he was, with an official owner. His... Master, he supposed. Tetsuya had not yet told him how he expected to be addressed by him, but Hideto could imagine it would be something like that. Master, or Sir maybe since he wasn't told to stop using that when he did through the whole conversation before. Maybe Tetsuya-sama.

Of course, being from such a poor family, Hideto was already slightly used to being subservient to others. The man that owned the farm they worked in, for example – he had never met him, but everyone always talked about him only as Kurimoto-sama, so Hideto did too. Sometimes the other workers even joked about how the landlord actually owned them all as well, but those were always just jokes. They were dependant on the work the man gave them, but they were free to quit if they so desired.

Now, Hideto wouldn't be able to quit. He wouldn't be able to do anything at all, even, without approval. He belonged to somebody completely, and it was no joke. It was written, black on white, and there was no escaping it. In this society he was now only sub-human, and he would never change his status back to human again. No matter where he went, what country, what city, his name would always be in the slave registry and he would simply not be able to live without his Master. Nobody would give him work - only his owner would be able to hire him out. There was no use in trying to run away.

And so Hyde had to accept it, the faster the better. Yes, Hyde, because the boy now could understand why Tetsuya told him to accept the name immediately, even in his thoughts. He had to forget about his previous life, and no matter the real reasons why he had been given his new name, he could now see another side to it. This was supposed to help him. If he no longer thought about himself as Hideto, then he would stop being him.

“My name is Hyde,” he whispered to himself fervently, the words seeming so loud in he empty room, “My name is Hyde. I am Hyde,” he repeated again and again, ignoring the tear that rolled down his cheek as he forced himself to accept his own words. He was Hyde, and it was a short, easy name, just like it was supposed to be. And with time, everything about him would become exactly as it was supposed to be, so he would be perfect for someone's tastes. And he would submit to becoming that person, because protesting was useless. And he would start craving to please people, because that was the only way he would be able to live. And he would accept as deeply as he could that he was truly a slave and nothing more, and he would believe it whole-heartedly...

These thoughts and others, similar to them, circled frantically in Hyde's brain and in time finally became what lulled him into sleep.