His past...
4:15am, October 8, 1989, marked two life changing
events for Tristan Miller. His newborn son, Issac, had just been born. He was
healthy and weighed 8 pounds 2 ounces. Yet he couldn't bring himself to look at the
child, for his beloved Angela was dead. She had died during childbirth, and he
resented the boy for it.
Despite his wife's death, Tristan tried his damnedest to raise the child that he
could hardly stand to look at. For ten years, he did his very best to keep his anger
and hate hidden. He sent Issac to summer camps each summer once he was old
enough to be allowed., just to give himself some alone time, some time away from
the boy.
And it was during his last summer at camp that Issac discovered his true self. At
only ten years old, the boy became aware of his sexual differences. He had no
interest in talking about the girls he went to school with, like all the other boys. And
while the other boys wanted to play soccer or football, Issac just wanted to go on
walks.. and to daydream. He dreamed of things that often got him into trouble. He
was sent home early that year, after crawling into another boys bed in the middle of
the night. He had claimed he got scared.. but the other boy said otherwise.
Tristan was furious. It was the last straw, he could not have a fag for a child. And
so Issac was sent away. Boarding school, he was told, would straighten him out. An
all boys school where discipline was the key. Wimps would be turned into men.
That's what he was told, over and over.
For five years Issac lived at this institute, and each year was increasingly more
humiliating for the boy. Word of his sexual orientation spread like wildfire, and he
was subject to constant teasing and abuse. At the age of fifteen, Issac finally ran
away.
With nowhere to go, and no money to look after himself, he quickly found himself
in trouble. Unable to fend for himself, he was quickly thrown into the world of
slavery. Men and women alike paid for the boy's time.. some bought him, and when
they had had enough, sold him back. Others simply rented him for one or two nights
at a time.
Now, nineteen, Issac is a well accustomed to being a slave. He's been used for a number of
purposes, which range from protection (guarding those who rent him) to
companionship. However, despite his time in the pens, he has never had formal training, and
while he may appear shy, he is still full of attitude and isn't afraid to stick up for himself or those he cares about.