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Tony
Confused over what was happening before his eyes, Tony slowly turned as Wendy called his name again.
Tony it’s okay, Jake is just doing his job.
Doing his job? Wendy I told you we don’t need a trainer.
Jethro was still yelling out and swearing as Jake held him firmly against the wall
Let him go
Tony we need Jake, he knows exactly what he is doing. Trust me, let’s just let the two men get acquainted.
What the hell? Acquainted? This isn’t a first date.
Wendy we don’t need Jake here
Turning to the trainer Tony stepped into his space
Let go of him, I won’t say it again
Jake released Jethro with a rough push. Tony leaned into the older man, grabbing his arm to help him straightened up
Jethro are you…..
Jethro straightened up and turned around fast, before Tony could finish his sentence the ex-marine was charging into Jake. Jethro was cuffed with his hands in front, which he used to his advantage. He speared Jake to the floor and jumped on him in one swift move. Before anyone could even blink Jethro was punching his clenched fists into the trainers face, a sickening crunch was heard before Tony got over his shock and grabbed for Jethro. Tony wrapped his arms around the slave trying to pull him off the trainer, but instead Jethro did some reverse move that sent Tony flying into the table. Quickly Tony recovered and went back to stop the slave who was now rolling on the ground with Jake. Jake was a big man and definitely had training, but every time he got the advantage and rolled on top of Jethro, the older man easily took back control. The two men rolled into the book case and slammed into the couch. Jethro was again on top of Jake and was punching with all his might.
Jethro had enough, his arm was on fire, his knee felt like it was ready to explode, and his ribs felt like they were being stabbed. He was hurting but his rage was taken over him completely. The day full of abuse and loss of control was fueling his anger. Being treated like less then a human, being branded, being tackled by a complete stranger, being slammed into a wall one second after entering this place was to much for him to handle, and that intensity was coming out in his fists. The anger, pain, frustration, and exhaustion prevented him from realizing he was committing a huge mistake. Jethro fought back against Tony as he continued swinging. Tony grabbed Jethro with all his might, lifting the man off of the trainer. Even with Tony having full control, Jethro still managed to get some kicks in as he was dragged out of the room.
Tony literally pulled and dragged the slave from the living room into the den. Wendy was screaming, Jethro was roaring, and who the heck knows what was happening with Jake. Even in the den Jethro was still fighting to be released. Tony knew the man could overpower him, and in the state the marine was in, it could be dangerous. Quickly thinking he led/pulled Jethro through the den, into the kitchen and into the basement. Slamming the door behind him he tried calming Jethro down but the man was way to upset. Tony led the swearing, fighting man down the stairs and into the room they had set up for their born slave. Tony pushed Jethro into the room and shut the door locking the man inside.
Tony figured he would let the slave cool off before he would try to talk to him again. Jethro was slamming stuff around in the room and still yelling and swearing, he sure had the mouth of a marine. Worried the man might even break down the door, Tony ran up the stairs and shut the basement door and locked that one as well.
Tony!
Tony took a deep breath and walked into the living room. He briefly looked around at his damaged room. The chair had been flipped over, the couch slammed into the wall, and the bookshelf was missing two shelves, while the books were thrown all over the carpet. The table was cracked and blood was dripping from it where Jake was half slouched, half bent over it.
Tony quick get some ice
What?
Wendy glared at him
Get some ice! I’m trying to stop the bleeding here
realizing that his fiancé was bent over a bleeding trainer and holding a cloth that was already drenched in blood, Tony ran to the kitchen, grabbed another rag and filled it with ice. He quickly ran back into the living room and handed the cloth to Wendy. Jake was still hunched over but Tony saw the man’s face when Wendy put the cloth on his jaw
Oh shit
Jake’s jaw was definitely broken, the man’s eye was closed shut from swelling and his nose was actually crooked on his face.
Help me get him to the couch
Tony didn’t even respond, he just gently grabbed the right side of the trainer and pulled him backwards to sit on the couch. There was blood everywhere
Here hold this to his jaw
Tony took the cloth with the ice from Wendy and held it firmly on the other man’s face.
The ambulance should be here soon
you called an ambulance?
yes Tony, I wasn’t going to led him bleed out on our carpet.
Wendy I could of taken him to the hospital, a ambulance will have to file a report
thats what your worried about? Your damn slave just viciously attacked a trainer, and your worried about a damn report?
Jake was in and out of consciousness, he barely kept his head from lolling to the side. The man was hurt that was a fact, but Tony could only think of all the trouble that was about to happen. First off he would be held responsible for his slave not being restrained properly. It wouldn’t matter to the police that Jethro was just branded and having him chained behind his back would have caused great pain to the man. Another fact was that even though Jake technically attacked Jethro first, that wouldn’t mean shit. A slave cannot touch a free man for any reason whatsoever. Second of all, now the law will get involved and if charges are pressed, Jethro would have to go in front of a judge to get his punishment. This wasn’t a normal every day judge, this was a slave discipline enforcer. When a slave breaks the law of slavery, he goes in front of a judge that decides how that slave will be punished. This decision is mandatory and even the owner can’t go against it. It also usually is corporal punishment and done in front of a group of witnesses. Tony will also have to pay fines and could be tagged as a negligent owner. This can even get him fired. If he is proven guilty of breaking the law his career is over.
No I am worried about all the consequences that can happen. Damn it Wendy I can loose my job over this
maybe you should of thought about that before you let a deranged convict into our house
This wouldn’t of happened if Jake wasn’t here in the first place
oh so this is my fault for wanting to be protected from a criminal
I told you that I would protect you. I don’t need a stranger in my house defending my family. I can handle Jethro
Tony look around, you didn’t handle anything
Thats because I was blindsided. I didn’t know he was going to be here
It doesn’t matter if you knew or didn’t, the fact is your slave attacked him for no reason. If that doesn’t tell you he is dangerous then I give up
Wendy, Jake hit Jethro as soon as he walked in the damn door
Jake was teaching him the rules. The slave always has to know the trainer is the boss
He isn’t the boss! He shouldn’t of been here at all
I told you he was coming
we agreed to talk about it. I didn’t…..
Tony was interrupted by the knock on the door
Just fucking great
Wendy walked to the door and opened it for the emt’s. Following close behind the men were two officers. Tony rolled his eyes and took a deep breath
here we go
Jethro paced the medium sized room. His hand was bleeding from slamming it into the wall over and over again, but at least he was calming down. The more he paced the calmer he got. The more calm he became the more trouble he realized he was in.
what the hell was I thinking. I just beat the shit out of a trainer. I have done some pretty stupid things in my years but this tops it all. I am so screwed.
Jethro heard the commotion upstairs. He couldn’t make out what was being said but he heard loud voices and furniture being moved. The door was locked which wasn’t surprising to him. He expected it, but was disappointed he couldn’t open it up to listen to what was being said. It was his future after all.
Taking a deep breath Jethro let himself look around the room. It was a nice set up. There was a queen sized bed, an entertainment center with a huge television and tons of dvd’s, on one side, with books and a game system with two shelves filled with games on the other side. A fancy desk took up another wall and a computer sat in the middle of it. There was another shelf beside the desk that held a radio and a clock. A large chest of drawers were on the wall near the door, and a cabinet holding board games sat across from the entertainment center. The opposite side of the room had a door that led to a bathroom. Curious Jethro turned on the light and found a nice size bathroom with a tub and a Seperate shower. The room was luxurious compared to what he was used to, heck it was better than some of his apartments before he became a slave. The room had no bars and no chains. There wasn’t anywhere to be chained up which surprised him.
There is no way this was set up for a slave. If it was it definitely wasn’t for a convict. hell even if by pure luck this was set up for me, there is no way in hell they will let me keep this shit now.
Jethro sat on the bed, amazed at how comfortable it was. He was used to a twin size bed with a mattress so thin he could feel the springs. His body was sore and his adrenaline was wearing off, making him super aware of all the cuts, bruises, and injuries he had gotten that day. Slowly he lifted his pant leg to see the damage to his knee. He knew it was cut but wasn’t sure how bad. As he moved the pant leg up he could see dry blood down his leg
Shit this must be worse then I thought
Jethro winced as he finally freed his knee from the confinement of the pants. His knee had a deep gash that he could easily stick two fingers into.
Damn it, there is no way that I can ignore this.
Jethro looked around the room hoping to find a needle so he can stitch up his leg. He would do anything not to go to a dang clinic. He was sorting through the desk drawers when he heard the basement door open and voices talking on the stairs. He knew it was at least two voices and they were all men
shit
Jethro quickly pulled his pant leg down and stood in the middle of the room. He didn’t know what was coming in, but he damn sure knew it wasn’t good.
TBC