"He um..he chained me up." He said quietly, looking down at the floor. It felt so awkward taking to his master about things another master had done to him. "To a bench. I couldn't move. He poured hot wax on my chest and thighs," his hand lifted up, subconsciously rubbing his chest a little. "That part I'm not sure I liked...he had me suck him off. He was rough and I got dizzy a few times from lack of air. He called me names like whore and slut."
At Mirs question, Emrys shook his head again. The last thing he wanted was for Mir to be like the man from the party. While it had been exciting and unknown, he couldn't deal with that everyday until the werewolf tired of him. Lifting his masters hand, the boy placed a soft kiss to his knuckles.
"I don't wish that at all Master" he said quietly. "You're a wonderful perfect Master. I feel safe with you. I didn't with him." Biting his lip he looked up at Mir. "I don't understand why I liked it even a little. Shouldn't things like that make me feel the opposite of what part of me felt? Why would I like being treated that way?"