Page 32 of Loving Jamie

I knew my parents were homophobic but I thought that I would have been the exception, I mean I’m their son.

But no. The morning of my 18th birthday they both kicked me to the curb with only the clothes on my back, before telling me to ‘never show my face ever again.’

This is why I’m currently sitting at a bar drinking by myself. My twin sister Sarah said when she moves out of our parents’ house, I can live with her. But that doesn’t help me right now.

I’ve been meeting random men at clubs and going home with them for the night, just so I have a place to sleep. But, I always leave first thing in the morning, I don’t want to remember the faceless men who I allow to fuck me just so I have a warm bed for the night.

I have my best friend Jude, but his home life is just as shitty as mine, even though he doesn’t admit it, I know his mum beats him. So, I refuse to add my problems to his plate.

A couple of weeks after Jamie's 18th birthday

Since I had to declare myself as homeless, Manchester council found me an apartment to live in. It’s not the best place I'd ever seen. And I had spent weeks cleaning the place to make it more liveable, but for now, its home.

Since I never did anything to celebrate my birthday, I choose to come to a bar tonight. I have a little bit of money saved up from my pay check.

“Oh, gorgeous boy, what are you doing here all alone?”

I look towards the voice and see a man leaning against the side of the bar. He’s tall, a lot taller than my 5 ft 5 and built like a brick shit house.

Just my type.

“What’s your name, boy?”

“Jamie Black,” I hold my hand out to him. “What’s your name?”

He takes my hand and squeezes it softly, before pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Damian Booth. It's so nice to meet you. Can I buy you a drink?”

I look at my mostly full glass of gin and tonic and look back at him.

He laughs. “Well, how about I sit down with you and when you finish your drink, I buy you another?”

“That sounds nice. Thank you, Damian.”

We spend a few hours chatting and I have to admit the guy is charming, he says all the right things and keeps running his strong fingers down the side of my thigh.

Damian invites me back to his place and I happily trail after him.

That night we have sex for the first time.

2017 – Jamie (19 years old)

Damian and I have been together for a few months now. I never officially moved into his house but after I stayed over that first night, I just never left and Damian never told me to go.

The first few weeks of our relationship was good, not perfect but still pretty good. He took me out on dates and spoiled me with nice gifts and attention.

After a few months Damian introduced me to the world of BDSM. He taught me how to hold certain positions and how to service him. And I did it, I did it all so perfectly, I never told him no and I always let him do what he wanted to me.

Even if that meant I had to stay naked kneeling on the hard floor for hours on end. Even if that meant he would blindfold me and tie me up before he took a leather bullwhip to my back and hit me until I bled and screamed for mercy.

2018- Jamie (20 years old)

I’ve been cut off from the world.

Damian doesn’t allow me to go outside alone and he keeps track of my mobile phone, I have no social media. I can only call my sister and best friend Jude once a week for thirty minutes.

They don’t understand why I have limited interactions with them. I told them I’m busy with Damian and I’m living my best life.

But, I’m not. I’m living a fucking nightmare and I don’t know how much longer I can deal with the punishments before he finally kills me.

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