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Preston, I couldn’t tell if Kenneth liked what was being done to him, but after last night…I’m sure he doesn’t. He sounded so scared when he stopped Preston from raping me.”
    “ What?” Aaron cried out as Saul’s blood ran cold through his veins.
    “Linus. Gather your things. We’re taking you someplace safe, someplace clean. We’ll make sure to get Kenneth too, but you have to tell us everything so we can help him. Agreed?”
    Linus glanced back and forth between Saul and Aaron. “You promise to help Kenneth? I owe him for getting Master Preston away from me.” Linus dipped his chin in what appeared to be shame. “I don’t know what he had to do after I left. I was just… I couldn’t…”
    More tears dropped onto the young man’s chest. Saul tentatively reached out and patted Linus lightly on his shoulder.
    “There, there. Kenneth did what he thought was necessary. You can help him by coming with us. He’ll need a friend when we get him away from that bastard.”
    “Okay, thank you.” Linus’ voice was very small.
    More than ever, Saul wanted to wreak a horrible vengeance on Preston Cornwall. But first he needed to investigate the situation with Kenneth’s aunt. Once that obstacle was removed, there would be nothing to stop him from getting Kenneth away from his brutal keeper.
    Hold on, dear Kenneth. I’ll come for you very soon.
     
    * * * *
     
    After the meeting with Master Saul and Master Aaron, Preston had become unusually decent. His normal day-to-day surliness had been replaced by smugness that was even more out of proportion to reality than normal. He’d even been humming as he’d polished and oiled his precious collection of dungeon gear. That was the one task Kenneth was never allowed to do. No one touched Preston’s presumably priceless treasures except for him.
    Preston’s behavior didn’t extend to going easy on Kenneth’s workload. Nor did it include allowing Kenneth to sleep in the bedroom. He was back in the shed—but after almost being choked to death the last time he’d slept in Preston’s room, it was worth any other discomfort he might endure. And he’d had privacy.
    Every night after he’d been chained in the shed, Kenneth had waited until the lights had gone out in the house. He’d managed to sneak a rag in with him that he’d hidden in the blanket he’d taken from the clothesline. Ever since he’d been so close to Master Saul, since the older man had briefly touched him, it was all he could think about. He was hard almost all the time.
    The last thing he could be caught with around Preston was an erection. He didn’t dare contemplate what reaction that might inspire. Since Preston had made sure to let Kenneth know in a rather harsh way that he didn’t believe any of Kenneth’s words of devotion, it would be dangerous if he were to catch him in a state of arousal. It had been reinforced to Kenneth so many times over the years that Preston would always know when Kenneth was hiding something from him, that Kenneth had the bizarre feeling that Preston knew Saul had been in the kitchen. He couldn’t shake the fear that Preston was aware Saul had touched him, had been nice to him—and that Preston was merely biding his time and plotting his revenge.
    Yet there was an even more insidious reaction Preston might have to Kenneth’s hardness. In a moment of misplaced hubris, he might conclude that Kenneth desired him after all. Kenneth shuddered in revulsion at the thought of Preston pawing at him, kissing him—entering him.
    He pushed the awful thoughts aside and concentrated instead on the magical images he’d used to bring himself to climax two times the night before. As he lay in the shed waiting for Preston to come and free him for the day, he recalled how he’d felt as he’d abused himself. As much as the sexual excitement had thrilled him, he’d been even more comforted by the tender care he’d imagined Master Saul would give him if he were