The Virgin Master by Jordan Brewer

one I see that needs treatment. Do you want me to go ahead?”
     
    Evan gritted his teeth. How would a master respond to this question? " Jeremy is a significant asset, as you can imagine. I don’t think three months of care is too much to invest in keeping him active.”
     
    The vet nodded as if Evan had finally phrased something correctly. “Okay. It shouldn’t take long; the injury is pretty easily accessible.” He got out a thin, curved needle and proceeded to put in neat stitches drawing the tissue closed. He then cleaned up the rest of the dried blood on Jeremy’s perineum and thighs, withdrew the speculum, and presented Evan with three packets of powder to make the anal douche, and a prescription for antibiotic cream and an anal douche kit.
     
    “He’ll come around in about fifteen minutes,” the vet remarked as he removed Jeremy’s IV line. “He’ll be loopy as hell. I’ll send the nurse in with a wheel chair.”
     
    “Do you have some extra scrubs I could buy for him? The clothes they gave him at the auction house were ruined.”
     
    “You’re really running up a bill here. Of course he is exceptional. I guess you’re hoping he’ll help you with your business , huh?”
     
    The vet leered and laughed as he went whistling out the door. Evan saw why the vet whistled as he examined the bill for services. He felt certain that the charges had been grossly inflated , but he could easily afford it . Jeremy felt no pain and would heal. That was the goal. He paid cheerfully and waited for Jeremy to regain consciousness
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    At length, Jeremy rolled his head toward Evan and sighed as he finally opened his eyes. When he recognized Evan he grinned : a full on grin revealing all his dimples a sparkle in his intoxicated eyes.
     
    “Ev! What are you doing here?”
     
    C huckling with reli ef, Evan grinned back and began unfastening    Jeremy's restraints.
     
    “ Why’m all tied up? You kinky bastard!”              
     
    Evan smiled, and ruffled Jeremy’s hair. He got the new blue scrubs and helped Jeremy sit up.
     
    “I’m naked!” Jeremy looked wide-eyed at Evan and Evan saw the second Jeremy remembered. The light died out of his eyes and face. His lip trembled and he hung his head.
     
    Evan put two fingers under Jeremy’s chin and lifted his head to look him in the eye. “You’re going to be fine. We’re going to be fine. I got you out of there. I paid enough that your family will all be released and have enough money to start over. I’ll find them for you tomorrow. You’re mine now and nobody will ever hurt you again. The damage has been repaired and I’m going to take care of you.”
     
    “Evan ….I mean, what do I call you, now?”              
     
    Evan sighed. “I don’t know how any of this works, yet. As much as I hate it, I guess you’d better call me ‘Master’ while we’re in public if you have to speak. We need to do some research to find out how to act.”
     
    “Do you expect…I mean of course you expect… and since it’s you and everything,” Jeremy floundered for words, turning redder and redder.

 
    “Do I expect you to, uh, serve me sexually? No. That’s not why I bought you. I saw you in there and I couldn’t have been more shocked. I saw your face right when they let that, that, motherfucking bastard in to your, uh, cell. You’re my friend. I have more money than I know what to do with and I have to have a personal slave for reasons I’ll explain later. I only expect you to pretend when we’re in public. I promise I will never offer you to anyone else. I really think you can be a big help to me in my business. You’ll be more of a personal assistant who never goes home ... a roommate.” Evan smiled at him gently. “I don’t want you to be a slave any more than you want to be one. This is new to both of us. But…we’re both far from stupid and I think we’ll be good for each