Be My Wild One - Private

[I Want To Be Your Light]

Mikeal was at a loss for words. His nifty new toy was something even more desirable than he thought. As the boy harshly flailed on the floor and tears appeared in his eyes, it occurred to him what was happening. He took to one knee next to the near sobbing form and held him still with gentle force. He gently pulled him up and still him. "Shh, just hold still for a moment." His soothing tone was completely neutral, but the slave responded well.

"This will hurt." It was a plain statement. He unlocked the collar and heard the spikes retract. There was the tearing of flesh and the yellow eyes went incredibly dialated. He removed the collar and blood spilled from the holes in the slave's neck and poured out of his mouth. Mikeal placed his hands on the wounds and whispered softly. As he did he could notice the magic, and change coursing through his interest.  

[IQ the Undead Toxin]

Cale struggled briefly when the creature came closer to him, but he found it futile to even try to move away. He hissed through a throat full of blood and it came out as a bubbling gurgle. He didn't care if it would hurt, he wanted it off for good. Cale got his wish. The collar was removed and he gasped in pain a spash of blood pouring from his mouth before he could only lean against the man holding him. He felt a surge of energy and the wounds on his neck became less painful.

His legs turned into a long snake tail and scales covered his arms. There were a few patches of scales on his face and neck as well. The emerald green color shimmered with tints of blue. He reflexively curled his tail and tried to shift away from Mikeal. However the grip was too strong on him. His forked tongue flickered angrily and he glanced at the other man. "...thank you..." It was a whispered his. He wasn't pacified, he just knew that he owed the man at least a bit of gratitude for removing that curse.  

[I Want To Be Your Light]

The slave shifted before his own eyes and Mikeal was left in awe. He had heard of such creatures, gorgons, basilisks, but he wondered which one his new slave was. What was this enchanting man in his arms? It was a new intrigue and a flash of rage that washed over his face. How could they have been so cruel and held such a wild thing in such conditions? That didn't mean Mikeal was going to give up his new...companion, but he would certainly treat him better.

He lifted the struggling man into his arms and headed towards the bathroom. "I think you'll feel better after a relaxing shower." He locked the door behind them and set the man on a resting chair as he went to prepare the shower. "Do you like it hot or cool?" He knew there was a good chance of more of a struggle, but he was taking it one step at a time.  

[IQ the Undead Toxin]

Mikeal seemed intent on keeping this "kind new owner" routine going. He carried Cale as if he weighed nothing and spoke gently. I made Cale's flesh crawl. His mind swam with questions and anxiety as his anger was weighed down with pain. A shower? How long had it been since he'd had more than a cold bucket of water. A HOT shower, oh that did sound inviting.

"Hot." He muttered under his breath with a rasp deep in his voice. He grimaced at the effort it took to form that one small word. He felt like his throat would break and he would lose his voice forever.

As steam filled the room so did a fragrant floral scent. He let the air hit his tongue and recognized the scent. It was a disinfecting herbal mix. He grimaced at the pungent scent and chanced a look at the other.  

[I Want To Be Your Light]

Mikeal heard the muted reply and began adding herbs to the floor of the tub. He turned on the shower and let the water gather at the bottom before the steam filled the room. His new companion seemed intrigued by the whole thing, though he kept it to himself.

Standing once more he moved to help the man remove his shirt. He struggled against him a bit, but qent still when Mikeal sighed and gave him a pointed look. Mikeal lifted him out of the chair and gingerly placed him in the bathtub. Letting the hot water stream down on him. After letting him soak for a moment, Mikeal moved to treat the wounds on his neck.  

[IQ the Undead Toxin]

Once again he was manhandled. His tank top practically peeled from his body. Leaving dirt, blood, and grim clear on his chest. He was lifted into the tub and he let his tail curl and fall across the edge of it. The hot water was shocking, and rejuvenating all at the same time. His blood moved freely in his veins and his muscles shifted and relaxed.

Mikeal moved towards his neck and Cale hisses furiously. Choking on his own blood and groaning. He half expected the other to laugh at him, but it never came. He relented and let the man clean his wounds and put herbs on them. He grimaced in pain and scrunched his nose at the heavy smell now closer to his nose.

The shower afterwards consisted of heavy scrubbing and lots of soap. The water had to be let out three times before it finally stayed clear. They turned off the shower, leaving the tub slightly full so Cale could cool down slowly while they wrapped his neck in bandages.  

[I Want To Be Your Light]

It took a great deal of effort to get the man out of his shirt and into the tub. Though once he was there, he seemed content to soak and enjoy the heat. For being a wild animal he could be kind of cute. The way his tail draped over the edge of the tub and his tongue flickered in and out. It was almost a shame to disturb him, if not for the horrid mess and smell.

Mikeal took great care in washing him. Scrubbing every scale and section of flesh, until he could see the creamy white skin. The water turned disgusting multiple time and had to be drained again. No wonder this creatures injuries were so slow to heal. They were constantly fighting infection from the terrible conditions he had lived in.

Letting the man soak, Mikeal went to the linen closet and grabbed two large overly fluffy towels. "Alright. let's get you dried off and then we can have dinner. It should be ready by now."  

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Cale looked at the fluffy towels held out to him. He knew he wasn't getting out of this situation anytime soon, and struggling had proven useless. So, he sighed and pulled himself out of the tub. He took one and began drying off his scales. When Mikeal began drying his hair he stiffened and hissed in annoyance. He wasn't a child or a pet, but...well he was still a slave. He supposed he could deal with it for the time being.

The herbs under the bandages stung and his voice was weak at best. He didn't feel like straining himself to try and argue. Instead he tried to dry off quickly. The faster he was done, the sooner he wouldn't be being touched by this man. Once he was calmer he was able to change back. Morphing his tail into two legs covered by his camo pants. Just like his scales, they were clean now.

He carefully stood and looked down at his bare chest. He looked for his tank top but it was nowhere to be seen. He wanted a shirt. Cale crossed his arms over his chest and looked at his feet. Wiggling his toes to get a feel for them again.  

[I Want To Be Your Light]

Pleased at how easy it was to get the slave dried off with minimal conflict, he couldn't help but wonder as the long tail turned into the fair legs of the human. The slave was reasonably smaller than him in this form. Coming up to his shoulder at most. It made drying his hair easy. Almost like taking care of a younger sibling, or a partner. The thought made him smirk.

Noticing the reptile's discomfort he chuckled. "I'll give you one of my shirts, until we can get you your own." He left the bathroom to go to the closet in the room over and picked out a soft T-shirt. Tossing it to Cale and motioning for him to follow. His butler had already finished cooking and the smell of food was filling the large estate.

"The dining hall is this way." He lead the way, making sure Cale followed close behind. Though he didn't think he would try to run away again that day. If he had wanted to try he would have fought back much harder during the bath. It was clear the slave was tired and hurt. He probably didn't have much fight left in him...for now.  

[IQ the Undead Toxin]

There was a lot to unpack in the next few minutes. Food and clothes? What was next, a room with a big fluffy bed? Cale made himself snicker at that thought. This was obviously just fresh treatment for a new slave. Before he knew it Mikeal would have him doing all sorts of regrettable things. However, if he went along with it for long enough, it was garunteed to present him with an opportunity to escape.

He caught the shirt thrown at him and slithered into it. It was much softer than his tank top had ever been, and felt almost weightless on his skin. It was...acceptable. Cale was even more surprised when he was lead, rather freely down the corridors. As they continued through the large building, Cale could smell all sorts of things. Including the food. Not that gruel they gave him at the slave shop, but real food. With meat!

Cale would be lying if he said he wasn't a little excited. Even if this was a one time thing, there was no shame in enjoying the first and possibly last decent meal he'd had in his adult life.