Note: this chapter contains non-consensual sex.
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Trevor was fuming all the way home, his arms crossed over his chest as though he could -- too late -- create some kind of barrier against being touched.
Daniel seemed unaffected by his mood and was grinning ear to ear.
"You're a complete sociopath, you know that right?"
Dan rolled his eyes. "Don't be dramatic. It's a fairly normal thing these days. And I'm going to let you go on with your studies. I might even let you get a job afterwards -- dual income always helps. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."
"Oh, you'll let me will you? Why couldn't you just let me live my life as a free man?"
Dan sighed. "It's just... easier, isn't it? I don't know that I want a girlfriend or a boyfriend, but I know I'd like to be able to fuck when I want to. And you don't have as much freedom to play with your partner if you don't own them. I've always liked the idea of modifying a person to exactly what I need. But a free person? Well, they'll never agree to that."
Trevor stared at him. "Well, of course they wouldn't! It's wrong -- it's selfish -- it's... it's..."
"Anyway," Daniel went on, talking over Trevor's protests. "That's always been my fantasy. And the government doesn't think it's wrong, so I really don't think it's that unreasonable." He patted Trevor's leg affectionately before returning his hand to the steering wheel.
He was so calm -- cheerful even. His friend ¬-- well, his former friend -- really didn't see anything wrong with what he'd done. With what he was talking about doing next.
"Why me?" Trevor asked.
"Convenience, mostly," Daniel said, nonchalantly. "I've always liked the idea of just buying a roommate, and the timing was good with my trust fund maturing. Then, there you were -- we got on, you were happy to share. And you're not bad looking."
"Gee, thanks."
Dan grinned. "I loved it when you were still working out regularly. Especially in the summer when you wandered around the flat without a shirt on. You're going to have to start doing that again."
Trevor shivered. If his responsiveness earlier was any sign, he supposed he would. Daniel said it, so he'd start working out again. That was just the way it would be.
"You're a fucking perv," he grumbled, feeling how ineffectual those words were now.
"Language," Daniel said, as they turned into the car park outside the flat. "I don't mind you swearing a bit, but don't call me names unless I tell you to."
Another rule the chip in his neck made him bound to follow.
He was silent the rest of the way up to the apartment. Too angry to put together coherent words, and too afraid that Daniel would rule out more things he was allowed to say.
His trepidation grew as they approached the front door. It was obvious Daniel would want to have a play with his new toy when he got home, and there was nothing Trevor could do to stop that happening.
So it was no surprise when the first thing Dan said as the door closed behind him was: "Strip -- I want to have a good look at what belongs to me."
And Trevor did.
Daniel perched on the arm of the sofa to watch as Trevor unbuttoned his shirt. He was too angry and his motions too abrupt for it to ever be called a strip tease, but Daniel was clearly enjoying it anyway.