Chapter 1
Hydra was a small bar on the outskirts of our small city and one of the reasons I had picked the area to settle down in. After I was discharged and fully healed, I had taken my bike and set off on the road not really sure what to do next. I had stopped into the bar, and by the end of the day, the owner had offered me a job and a place to stay. Having nothing else better, I took the offer and have been here since.
Due to its location, we were a favorite amongst veterans and bikers. It meant the conversations were always interesting and nobody really caused any trouble. Well in the bar at least. Most of our regulars were into some shady shit on the side, but that had started a whole other side gig for me. One that actually made me a lot more money, than bartending.
My boss, Zemo, had actually accidentally gotten me involved. He knew I liked woodwork, and asked for some custom furniture. I wasn’t a dumb man and knew what the custom bench and chair were probably used for, but I didn’t ask questions. Then the requests started getting more sinister and my fantasies over the strange objects my boss had me making finally got me to ask questions. That's when he told me he was involved in human trafficking. I had been appalled at first, but the more he showed me and I discovered, the less I found myself caring.
Then one day one of my coworkers came in beat to hell. Natasha was a badass of a woman and someone I had grown to care about, so when Zemo simply stated that “he had told her so,” I saw red. Nat had stepped in and quietly informed me that she had bought a boy off of Zemo, and although he was great, he had some issues that she couldn’t sort out in her tiny apartment. Without thinking I had offered her the barn of my new cabin and she had gratefully accepted.
I ended up helping her with her little brat and my third stream of income started, although I rarely trained anymore. Only for those who were desperate or I knew well. Natasha’s boy always had a permanent spot in my barn, although the threat alone kept him in line.
“Hey Buck,” My boss calls after I clock out. “Just the man I was looking for.”
“Zemo.” I greet, “I thought you were out of town for a job.”
“Just got back.” He smirks. “That’s actually why I was looking for you. I picked something up I think you might like.”
That made me curious. Zemo had become obsessed with finding me a slave of my own, but I liked the idea of sending them home when they started to behave. I also wasn’t sure how to explain the new addition to my boyfriend, although he still lived across the country in New York.
I followed the man to his car that sat behind the bar in the darkest corner, far away from prying eyes. It was past midnight at this point, so we were alone but he still did a cautious look around before popping the trunk.
Inside was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. His big doe eyes stared up at me full of fear, as his perfect brown curls fell into his face. I was instantly smitten, and I knew my boyfriend Steve would be just as obsessed with the little thing. The problem was I had a boy who was already a pain in my neck. Clint may not have been mine, but I had told myself if I ever got myself a pet it wouldn’t be one with a dick.
“He’s cute,” I admit to Zemo, reluctantly preparing myself to turn down his offer.
“It’s not a he.” The man’s smirk tells me he knows me a little too well. “Check for yourself.”
I reach down the front of the kid's sweatpants, amazed when instead of the cock I was expecting, my hand finds smooth skin and a small little slit. Amazed, I reach up under the shirt, shocked again by how flat the chest is.
“The mom ran away from one of my clients after she gave birth, kept the kid's hair short,t and the little thing malnourished to pass her off as a boy just in case she was ever found. The client is as straight as they come, so he took one look at the kid and told us to take him. Dumbass didn’t even bother to check.”
“His loss,” I mutter, amazed by the find. “So kids off the radar? Did the mom pimp it out?”
“Nope.” Zemo smirked, “Kept it hidden. We almost didn’t find the little thing, it was buried so deep in the closet.”
“How much?” I ask, already trying to figure out the logistics of how I was going to get the cute thing home and how the hell I was going to explain it to Steve.
“A quarter mil.” He says, making me blink at him in disbelief. A kid this young and this pretty could go for triple that easily, especially untouched. “I owe you one, and if you want to give me a discount on some new gear in the future, then…” He shrugs with a laugh.
“You have a deal.” I shake his hand, before looking back down at the kid who is now practically shaking in his bonds.
Zemo helped me get the kid onto the bike, and although I didn’t like the idea of having a passenger in front of me, my options were limited. Luckily the kid was small and I had an extra helmet that I quickly placed on them, before getting on the back.
“Stay still.” I growled in warning, knowing my mic was connected to his headset.
He immediately stiffened, and I smirked at the obedience as I started the engine. Waving to the man, I wasted no time in hitting the road, and getting us home as fast as possible.
My cabin was my favorite place in the entire world. It sat by a small lake on a large piece of wooded land, with a big shop out back for me to play in. There was only one room with a small loft for sleeping and a wood fireplace that warmed the entire building. It wasn’t a lot but it was secluded and private, which was all I needed.
I parked the bike and hoisted the kid off, using every ounce of patience I had to remove the helmets and calmly put the bike up. I gave the kid no orders but was extremely pleased to see the little thing standing in the dim light by the porch.
“Come on.” I ordered, climbing up the small stairs and unlocking the front door. I waited for the kid to walk in before following and switching on the light that illuminated the space.
The kid stood frozen in the middle of the room, his gaze taking in every detail until it eventually landed back on me. I calmly removed my jacket and boots, locking the door, before turning to give the doe-eyed creature my attention.
“What’s your name?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.
“Peter.” The kid muttered, looking down at his bare feet.
I smirked at the name. As much as I had told myself I didn’t want a male toy, I was actually relieved that the kid didn’t have a feminine name.
“Let me be clear from the start.” I start, putting all the power I can muster into my tone. “You are here for my pleasure, and I spent a lot of money on you. I can be nice when you listen but have no patience for disobedience. When I tell you to do something you will do it without question. When I haven’t told you to do anything you will stay where I leave you and keep your hands to yourself. YOu don’t leave this house without permission, and if I decide to take you in public you will keep your mouth shut unless I give you permission to speak. Am I understood?”
He nods, shaking, his eyes never leaving the floor.
“I want words, Peter,” I growl in warning, enjoying the little jolt of fear.
“Yes sir.” He replied instantly.
“Good.” I reward, softening my voice. Reaching forward I pet the kid's soft hair, intrigued by how the action seemed to soften the boy.
“Now kneel,” I order, deciding not to waste any more time.
He blinked at me as if trying to figure out my words, but eventually did as he was told.
“Good boy.” I praised with a nod, taking a step forward so I was towering over him. “Now let’s see if you’re worth the small fortune I just spent on you.”