Chapter 1.) Breaking in a new horse

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Dirt infiltrated his eyes. He could hear and feel the tiny specs of gravel crunch between his molars. Moments after coughing up dust, Michael realized that he wouldn't be winning this battle. As he sniffled and wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his lip he wrapped his arm around the fence post to his right.
"When did I tell you, you could stand? When?" The almost militant demands cracked through the dark air like a whip. Two fingers and a thumb pinched Michael in just the right pressure points of his shoulder, neck and clavicle to cripple him temporarily. Buckling his knees, and bringing his scratched cheek back into contact with the ground at almost a magnetic pace. He coughed again. His heart raced as he shifted his eyes up to catch the swiftly migrating silhouette of his Dom.
Michael felt the rough, hot fingers of Master almost rip through the elasticity of the corner of his mouth. He let out a faint whine. Time seemed to stop. The sound of crickets singing filled the dense void of light surrounding them. Masters breath christened his ear as he pulled him up by his shirt collar. "Was that your resignation of independence I heard?" Michael hung like a ragdoll from his new found Masters knuckles. A smile spread across the only 1/2 of his cheek that he could still feel. A tear dropped from his right eye and he wept in solidarity. "Yes Master. Thank you, Master..."
"I'm proud of you, Little... No one has ever lasted me breaking them in for that long. You did well. Next time don't bleed on my Giannis. I'll call you when I see fit." Master dropped Michael from his grip, letting his body puddle on the ground.
Michael felt complete for once. Laying on his back, looking up at the stars he smiled a bloody, dirt filled grin and as his Master walked away he managed to whisper out 2 sentence...
"Thank you, Master. I love me now..."

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