Not Just A Sexual Deviant

The blank screen flashed to grey. I recognised the den, with its wall of BDSM tools. Kneeling on the floor was a teenage boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen years old, naked, head bowed, hands bound behind his back. It was Landon. A voice asked off camera, ‘Who’s your daddy?’ I jerked as if someone slapped me. Brennan asked again as he cracked a leather whip out of sight. ‘Who’s your daddy?’ ‘You are.’ Landon’s voice was a dull monotone. He stared at the floor. ‘And what are you going to do for Daddy?’ ‘Anything.’ ‘Good boy.’ The whip lashed against Landon’s shoulder, leaving a bright red mark. He flinched. Brennan’s breathing grew heavy. ‘Daddy’s going to show you what a good boy deserves.’ I heard the sound of a belt buckle being snapped open, then a zipper being pulled down. I jumped out of bed, bolted into the bathroom, knelt in front of the toilet and puked my guts out. Kieran came in after me, held my hair, stroked my back, waited patiently. I threw up everything in my stomach until al