Elias put his shirt back on. "You have been a very good boy. That fantasy of yours, shall we fulfill it?" he smiled, hoping that'd perk the other up. "We can even put you in one of those costumes we got."

He sighed a little, not really in the mood anymore. But he knew it wasn't his place so he said, "If you'd like to master. I'm the slave, so I can't argue with you. If you want me to wear one I will." He was clearly saddened by the news he couldn't snuggle with his master.

Elias sighed, slightly annoyed by the attitude. But he understood, a little. "C'mon, tell me what's wrong," he pressed. It wouldn't do to have James in a funk. Sex would not be fun. Which was strange because he really shouldn't let it bother him.

He frowned and said, "Its, its, its nothing," He said with another sigh. "If I told you what was bothering me, you'd tell me to remember my place and make fun of me for it."

Elias frowned. "You do need to remember your place," he said gently. "And you like being embarrassed anyway, so you might as well tell me," he pressed. He wanted to know what was on the other's mind.

"Its not the fun kind of embarrasing," He said bright red. "And fine, just promise you won't make fun of me for it." He took a sigh and said, "I um, I think I love you. Sure, you abuse me, and tease me and make me do and try new things, but I enjoy doing them, and even know we've only known each other for a little while, I think I love you. I know I'm only a slave, and your my master, but I genuinely have feelings for you, and, um, it hurts me inside to know they aren't returned even a little bit."

Elias got quiet at that. He rested his elbows on his knees, folding his hands, hiding half his face behind them. This was bad. This was fucked up bad. Yet... was he happy? He kind of was. And just wanted to push the other down and take him there on the floor. Which was even more fucked up because he shouldn't be rewarding that thinking. Which... "James, do you remember what I said I did for a living?"

"You train slaves," He said with a frown, unsure what his point was. "So what, I didn't really need much training, did I?" He wasn't sure what to say, and was really embarrassed after having done all this and confessed this to him.

Elias sighed. He'd worried that the other didn't understand where that led. "Yes. But the money is not in training slaves. I mean, occasionally I'll get a master who wants me to break in an unruly new slave. But..." he trailed off, trying to keep himself together. "Most of the money I make is from the selling the slaves I train to the auction house."

At hearing that, James began to break into tears. Clearly now upset. "You, you, your going to sell me," He asked, tears flowing down his innocent face. He looked down at the floor, and took his face into his hands, crying into it. "But, but, but," He whimpered, "I, I, I thought you liked me."