New Yesterday: Horizon, #1

By S.L. Simps

Alexander is an eighteen year old who has been oppressed his whole life. He is a male in a world made for women. Then his life begins to change when he is sold and is given to a seventeen year old Rila Laundry as her very first male. He's unsure what to make of his new lady at first as his life begins to drastically change.

This is book 1 of the Horizon series

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.L. Simps
• Release date: Jan 21, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507014066

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New Yesterday

Horizon, Volume 1

S.L. Simps

Published by S.L. Simps, 2015.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

NEW YESTERDAY

First edition. January 21, 2015.

Copyright © 2015 S.L. Simps.

Written by S.L. Simps.

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

NEW YESTERDAY | Horizon series book 1

NEW YESTERDAY

Horizon series book 1

Chapter 1

A Woman's World

He absolutely deserved everything he gets. He truly believed it to be true. That is why no matter how hungry he gets, no matter how much she hurts him, he would never leave her. He would never breathe a word of what happen to him at the hands of this woman to the constables nor any level of the law. He is a man and his place is underneath a woman.

Eighteen year old Alexander Southern, pressed his bare back into the metal wall of the 'box' - a metal hole in the ground he found himself in often lately for mistakenly partaking undesirable behaviors. He had been in for so long now his mouth felt as if it were swollen and filled with sand. What was left inside of his stomach sloshed around and rose up his tight throat, but was quickly swallowed back down. His lady had left him inside much longer then usual.

A high pitch squeal sent an ache through his left ear. His eyelids squeezed shut as blinding mid-afternoon sunlight enters the once inky, black area filling it whole. Sweat glistened down his angular jaw, causing his midnight black hair to stick against his reddened face.

Times up, Soon his eyes adjusted accordingly with the brightness and 'she' comes into focus. Thin, rawboned, with long narrow limps and sickly wan skin. Her pink lips were lean and pressed, blue irises narrowed in disgust and glaring contempt. "Come on now, boy, you smell like crap."

Quickly the young man scrambled fully onto his feet and reached up, fingers digging into the baked red dirt above the outer-rim and pulled himself out of the 'box'. Deep, raw, angry gashes along his back stretched with his movements. He barely winced at the agony coursing along his spine, use to it. Once out, the boy kept his head bowed, his muscles tensed. He wasn't allowed to look his mistress directly in the eye. Ever. He had learned such a rule early.

I told you, you smell like crap. Inside, and wash the filth off you. She hissed like a deadly viper preparing to strike. He needed not be told more than once. He quickly moved, ducking his head further as he limped his way to the cottage at the top of the farmland's hill.

He entered a back door and into a small kitchen and quickly moved his worn limbs through it and into a hall, and up a flight of stairs, into the hall bathroom. He flipped on the light, which flickered unwillingly on, in the bathroom, flanked by dark wooden walls and basic bathroom accessories.

Now there's mud in my house, The woman's voice floated up between the cracks in the floorboards, his body flinches. With shaking hands, he turns on the water and begins removing his pants and underwear, Fuck. She curses.

The boy silently prays she's not upset enough to do anything. Naked, Alexander steps into the tub and began washing himself quickly, allowing the nearly scolding water to wash over his body. He's just finished washing his hair when she bursts into the bathroom, eyes wild and large in that way he never likes. He quickly backed away, his body slapping into the tile behind him. Alexander dryly swallowed, his body shook as he took quick breaths. She forced a picture into his face, a picture of two smiling little girls and his father sitting on the fence which ran down Allison's small bit of property.

You're why they aren't here. The woman yelled. You took my daughters from me and killed your own father. You're trash, filthy, no good trash. The woman slaps him upside his wet head. You're lucky I took you in. You're lucky I didn't let you rot in the boiler.

Pressing his back into the tile further, his body shudders. I'm sorry. He whimpered, looking at the ground. He watched as streams of water, whirl and whirl, before vanishing, seeping through the tiny drain below him. I'm sorry... He truly meant it.

The woman slapped him upside the head again, her blue irises like ice blades cutting into him. Finally she took a breath. You deserve everything you get. You believe that? Her voice took on a softer tone. It was how it always was. His body began to relax a little, though he was aware that what would follow next wouldn't be good.

Yes, Mi'lady, He nodded eagerly, answering without any hesitation.

He wasn't born into the male pet-trade, no, he had lived with an abusive mother and a submissive father, a normal family dynamic actually. But his mother, who had been excessively cruel,  had belonged to a well-to-do family, who was important to the Women's Republic, the oldest of five girls. She had been furious when his father was unable to impregnate her with a daughter - because having female children meant you were important, blessed, only having male children was basically a curse.

Which is why is mother sold all his younger brothers after