Author's Note: I hope you guys like this story. It's a bit darker than anything I've written before. It is strictly meant to be a fantasy type story, and while it has elements of BDSM, in no way is it intended to represent the lifestyle.
Chapter 1: Waking in Captivity
Justin's POV
I felt as if I'd been sleeping for days. It was like trying to crawl out of a deep dark well, struggling madly to break the surface of the cold black waters, to see light again. After what seemed like hours, I finally got my eye lids to break apart and slowly open only to be seized by a fear greater than any I'd ever known. I was blind. I tried to lift my arms to rub my eyes in the vain hope that I might bring my sight back, but that was an inefficacious attempt as my brain finally acknowledged that not only was I blind, I was paralyzed as well. Terror. Dark and overwhelming, it seized my heart and I sucked in a deep breath to release my anguish in a scream, only to realize that my voice seemed to fail me as well. I felt my body start to shake violently as I tried to suck enough air into my lungs. I felt the tears sliding down my face and briefly wondered what had I ever done in my life to deserve this?
"Easy boy, calm down. You are safe."
I heard those words through the fog of fear and desperately clung to that soft velvet voice. I felt a large warm hand slide across my bare chest, up the side of my neck to rest gently on my cheek. A part of me wanted to recoil from that touch, but an even larger part desperately needed the comfort and solace that voice and hand seemed to impart. I turned my head slightly pushing my cheek more firmly against the warmth of that palm as I felt my body slowly still its quaking. I deliriously wanted to ask what was happening to me. I needed to understand, but since I was completely helpless and at the mercy of that voice, I took what relief it offered gratefully.
"Listen to me. Are you listening?"
I nodded my head in little jerking motions still shivering and sniffling.
"That's a good boy. I need you to calm down for me."
I felt fingers gently raking through my hair and skimming across my cheeks to remove the tears. I felt a strong desire to listen to that soft voice and believe in those soft caresses against my skin. I jumped slightly as I felt a hot breath against my ear and heard the very softly spoken words, "I need you to trust me." I had no idea what that meant because my mind was in shards totally scattered.
Suddenly, the warmth of contact was gone and I tried to follow his movements.
"All you need to know is that I bought you for a very large sum of money, and now you belong to me. As long as you do what you're told and behave yourself, we'll get along just fine. Disobey me, and you'll learn that I can be just as cruel as I can be kind. The choice is yours."
'Bought…belong…behave…choice.' These words seemed to stand out in my mind as I desperately tried to make sense of what I was hearing. I had been sold to this man like a sack of flour. I was just a possession, nothing more than a new toy to be played with and discarded. I felt my body begin shaking again, only this time, I couldn't decide if it was more fear or anger that caused it. I couldn't be sold or bought. I was a man, not a fucking object! I struggled with my body violently jerking at whatever held me in this dark hell. I felt something cutting into my wrists and ankles as I bowed my back as much as possible to yank against the injustice that held me captive.
"Calm down, now!"
I heard the menace and determination in that velvet voice. My body immediately obeyed even though my mind screamed, 'Do something! Anything!' I felt gentle fingers gliding over my chest and up my neck once again. I wanted to hate that touch. I wanted to scream and shout and fight against what was happening to me. This wasn't right! I didn't deserve any of this shit. I wanted to make this unseen abductor realize that I wasn't going to play his sick, twisted little games. I had a mind of my own and he could just go fuck himself. Unfortunately for my sense of independence, as soon as that palm cupped my cheek, my head turned automatically pressing into the offered warmth like a child seeks approval from a displeased parent.
"I won't allow you to harm yourself. Any mark on your body will be put there by me, not you. I know you're scared, but I'll take care of you."
I felt soothing fingers rub around whatever held my wrists and whimpered softly as the pain eased just a bit. I felt him release one hand and then a soothing salve was gently being rubbed into my raw skin. I felt tears pool in my eyes again. It would be so much easier to hate this unseen person if he'd act a bit rougher. My mind didn't know how to process all this tender attention. I realized how very ironic this situation was becoming. All my life I'd desperately sought out something, someone to love me…just me, and here this stranger was treating me with more tenderness than I'd ever known, and he was my tormentor and the cause of all my anxiety.
"I'm going to release your other wrist and your ankles. I'll help you to the bathroom. Please don't fight me and make me hurt you. Even if you could over power me, you'd never get out of this cabin. The windows are shatter-proof, the doors have a coded lock, and if you try to put in the wrong code, the air conditioning system releases a gas that'll knock you out."
I listened to that velvety voice explain to me the exact circumstances of my captivity as long, strong fingers massaged my wrists. I should fight him. I want to fight him, but some part of my brain wasn't functioning properly. I was still trying to process everything he'd told me. He'd hurt me if I fight. I couldn't escape this prison. I was doomed. The only thing I could do wass try to keep my sanity as I attempted to placate my abductor until an opportunity presented itself that might offer me a chance to escape. So, until then, I docilely accepted his ministrations and nodded my head.
"Good boy. I knew you were intelligent and that you'd understand the futility in fighting against circumstances you can't control. I'm going to remove the gag from your mouth…it's going to hurt because those fucking idiots used duct tape."
I heard his words. There were more people involved in this. I felt those strong fingers grip my chin firmly and in the next instant it felt as if half my face had been ripped off. The tears that had constantly been pooling in my eyes ran down my cheeks unheeded as I cried out in pain, happy to see that I still had my voice after all.
"Shhhhhh, it's over now."
I felt those fingers gently rubbing across my face taking the intense fire away. I couldn't seem to stop myself from sobbing as I pushed my face into those fingers needing the contact. Somehow my legs were released from their bonds and I drew my knees upwards curling my body into a tight ball. I felt strong, muscular arms scooping me up, pressing me against a warm hard chest and cradling me like a small child.
"Hey now, I don't want to lose my little tiger. I just don't want to feel the scratch of his wrath."
I felt a hand rubbing against my back, soothing my tense muscles and easing my fears. When was the last time I'd been hugged or held? Being here was really no different than the rest of my life had been. I may not have been held captive in a cabin, but I'd been held captive just the same. My father's men were always watching, waiting for me to slip up and give them a chance to charge in and scare anyone I might have been able to care about away. In reality, I was just a pathetic, 24 year old, terrified, little virgin fag. After all, my own father hated my very existence so much he'd sold me into slavery. How many nights had I fallen asleep dreaming of being held like this? My arms seemed to have a mind of their own, creeping up slowly to wrap around a solid neck, hugging tightly as I cried for everything I'd been denied. I felt hot breath on my ear again, causing me to shiver and then I heard that voice whispering softly.
"Hush now, little tiger. I'm here and I'll take care of you. No one is ever going to hurt you again."
I really wanted to believe those words…no, I needed to believe those words. Then, I remembered what he'd told me earlier about disobeying him and whispered softly, "You will."
"No, little tiger. I will punish you when you need it, but it will only hurt for a little while and then it will be over. It won't be allowed to fester inside you until it rots part of your spirit. I'm going to set that tiger inside you free and watch as he grows into the strong, capable, majestic cat he's destined to become."
I was so confused. Those softly whispered words buoyed my spirit more than I cared to admit. I'd never had anyone describe me quite so poetically before, and I liked it. This was just all fucked up. I shouldn't be enjoying any of it, not the touches, not the whispered words, not the solid warmth of the chest beneath my cheek…none of it. However, this knowledge did nothing to stop the feelings coursing through my body. I wanted to feel special. I wanted someone to take care of me. I just wanted to feel like I wasn't an utter failure at everything. I squeezed the neck just a bit tighter and felt those lips next to my ear turn up just a bit.
"It'll be okay, tiger. We'll get through this together. Now, I'm going to give you a little test. I want you to keep the blindfold on for a little longer. We'll take it off later, but for now, I want you to keep it on."
I heard those words and joy sprang eternal in my heart. I wasn't blind. After a moment, I could actually feel the blindfold on my face and wondered why I didn't notice that before now. Questions bombarded my brain; why didn't he want me to see?; was he ugly?; was he lying about where we were?; was it possible for me to get away and he didn't want me to know?; should I risk making him mad by disobeying?; or should I just go along and let him think he'd won? I was just so happy to know that I could see. "You mean I'm not blind after all?" I felt his body shake as he laughed softly in my ear.
"No tiger, you're not blind. I'll remove the blindfold later. If you take it off, I'll punish you. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head against his shoulder and whispered softly, "What will my punishment be?"
"Already thinking of disobeying me are you? I'll give you ten strokes with the flogger little tiger. That number increases with each infraction of my rules."
I swallowed hard wondering if I'd be able to handle ten strokes from a flogger. I didn't know what that would be like, but I certainly didn't want to find out. "I'll be good."
"That's my tiger. Come on; let's get you to the bathroom."
I felt him moving, still holding me tightly against his chest. He stopped and let me slide down his body until my feet touched the cold floor. It sent another shiver up my spine as I realized that I was completely naked and had been this entire time. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks and ducked my head completely ashamed. I felt him slowly turning me around and a warm hand encircling my cock. I closed my eyes tightly behind the blindfold and wanted to curl up and die. How did he expect me to be able to do anything with him standing so close behind me and holding my cock? My hand covered his and I whispered, "I can do it."
"I know you can, tiger, but I'm not cleaning up after you should you miss and make a mess…it's just easier this way. Besides, you need to get used to the idea that your body now belongs to me."
I needed to piss so badly, but not like this. Unfortunately for me, my body made the decision and I felt intense relief, along with abject humiliation, when I heard the splashing sounds as I emptied my bladder. He never said a word just guided me over to the sink and we washed our hands together with him pressing against my back and his arms around my body guiding the movements of my hands. He pushed me gently out of the small bathroom and scooped me back up into his arms. "I can walk," I stated defiantly.
"I know you can tiger, but I like holding you."
Now, why did that send a thrill through my entire body? Why should I care what he likes or wants when I was his prisoner, his bought and paid for little toy, his slave? So, why had those softly spoken words given me such an emotional high? I felt the cool sheets touch my bare back as he gently placed me back on the bed. I felt the dip of the bed as he crawled behind me, pulling me back against his chest.
"I need to get some sleep, tiger. If you feel compelled to disobey me and try to escape, go for it. Hell, you even have the opportunity to kill me as I sleep. This is your one and only chance for escape. You won't succeed, but I understand the compulsion for you to try. I must warn you that I'm a very light sleeper, so you'd better not hesitate in your actions. You already know the consequences if you try and fail, so the choice is yours."
I felt him mold his body against my back and realized he was naked too. I wondered if I should give it a shot and try to escape. I knew I couldn't kill him…he'd done nothing to me to deserve that fate. Hell, he'd been nicer to me than my own father had ever been…well since he found out I was gay. I felt like such a pussy for not doing something, but I wasn't ready to upset the delicate balance…not just yet. Who was I trying to kid? I was enjoying his attention. Was I so starved for affection that I could possibly be seeing things that weren't there? I didn't know, and at the moment, I just didn't care. I was warm and I felt safe in his arms. That was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep.