Your Business Is My Business Part 11 live 15/4/2024 M/M
Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2024 5:05 am
Hey guys and gals. So I apologize for the long intro but this story is definitely going to be something of huge import to me. Let me explain. Last night, 29th of February for international folk, I drove 300 damn kms to explore something, new. Recently, seemingly out of nowhere, I started showing an interest in other men. Last night, I spent about 6 hours total bound tighter than I had ever been before by any woman, felt more at ease than I had with anyone else (though that has to be taken with a grain of salt as, yes drugs were involved. I was still too insecure to let go sober, judge that if you will) Anyway. I leant into a 'damsel in distress' role harder than I ever thought I would (I went there with the intent of being in charge!) but I just, like, submitted. And it was the hottest thing I ever had experienced. So, I have to acknowledge something, well many things actually, I have been in denial of, I guess my whole life. And rather than run from it like I always do from these hard truths, I have to look closer.
And that's where this story comes in. Because this isn't just a story for me. I'm writing this to figure out what is really up here. What I really like. Not what I want to believe I like. I'm going to just write it as it flows. No denials, no hiding. Express myself and discover myself the way I always have - creatively. And hey, I know not everyone will care about what I'm saying. That's ok. I'm writing this for me. Not anyone else. But I've seen enough of the community here to know that LGBTQ is very welcome here and logically at least some of you would quite enjoy taking this 'initial discovery journey' in a way I'm assuming is pretty unique. I do have ADHD, PTSD, a few others so this processing is probably going through some odd 'me'isms' but hey. We all do how we do, don't we? Anyway, enough about the logistics. Let's get to what y'all are hungry for.
Obligatory warnings before we get started - this story will contain heavy non consensual themes, drug use and various themes. Please be aware that if you are triggered by heavy hitting themes, you may not like this. But as I said, I'm working through it all. The good, the bad, the parts that terrify me. And I do hope you enjoy the story. Maybe some people will relate a little. We all have our darkness.
YOUR BUSINESS IS MY BUSINESS - MOSTLY M/M, will be some F/M-F/MM sprinkled in at some point
I step up to my bathroom mirror and take a look at the new man standing before it.
'Damn, a lot has changed in the last six months,' I think to myself as I tighten my newest acquisition, a beautiful blue and grey silk tie adorned with flowers and roses. It popped brilliantly against the blue vest and pants I wore, and sat well AGAINST the deep burgundy shirt below.
I smiled at the man looking back at me. Life had been nothing but punches lately and they just kept on coming, but damn if I hadn't hit rock bottom and starting pushing up. I check the watch on my watch - a gorgeous gold and silver piece worth $300. Of course, I had gotten it on clearance (my financial situation was yet to catch up with my increasingly expensive tastes) but I did have a goal in mind to focus my energy on - an absolutely stunning piece with diamonds encircling the face.
Well, I planned to find one with rubies. I've never liked diamonds, I don't understand how something you can fake with clear glass is so valuable. As a TOOL sure, diamond tipping and such on concrete saws, but as something to look sexy? No. A deep red ruby or a stunning green emerald. That's where its at.
I lift my forearm up, adjusting it again. 'Ok Patrick Bateman, dial the vanity back a SMIDGE,' I smile to myself. But I don't think I'm that vain. I'm just, making up for many years of living with the polar opposite of vanity. I turn and stride away, having applied some Lambourghini style fragrance I'd bought from Chemist Warehouse. Hey, I spent my whole life never buying more than Lynx for four bucks. This shit was thirty! Baby steps. Alls I'm saying.
As I hurry out the front door, patting my pockets to ensure I have my treats. 'Good,' I think to myself as I lock the door of my shitty little unit. If you could even call it that - the owners had just bought a motor inn and decked it out for rentals, near the beach so they could charge extra. As I walk briskly towards the street, I feel the wind lightly brushing past my waxed and styled hair.
With a childhood I didn't like to think about, let alone talk about, I had entered adulthood with more hangups and neuroses than Arnold Rimmer, but now, as I just passed the cusp of 30, things were finally, finally, coming up James.
Of course, it had meant facing some hard truths. Looking into corners I had always been scared to acknowledge. After twenty or so minutes I reach my destination - a roaring nightclub in the Adelaide CBD. But this one was special. The result of many nights, scoping out many places. As I see the red and blue neon lights lighting up the frosted glass of the front entrance, I purse my lips slightly, hesitate.
'This isn't just a game anymore,' I think. The whole walk I had been striding briskly, with purpose, my mind alight with fantasy. I glance at my pocket. Inside, 6 pills I had personally designed to be as tasteless as possible. Roofies are not something you want noticed.
As I stand, frozen, I don't notice a pair of eyes on me from just beyond the frosted glass, deep, piercing blue eyes that drill into your soul. I don't know that this person has been watching me for quite some time, a few months in fact. Someone whos been waiting to see if the beast inside the man was going to stay hidden, or bare it's teeth.
'If I had to take a guess, I'd say tonight will be the night,' the hidden observer thought to themselves. They had seen James go into many clubs, on many nights, for months, but he had never once frozen like this. And after some simple observations of his many outings it was easy to see he was noting things like security, cameras...........
And girls. He covered it up well, but there were cracks in the facade that revealed a far more sinister mind. A predator. But there was more to him. Months of watching and waiting had revealed quite a few unexpected things, a surprisingly strong moral streak, directly alongside some very dark and dominating needs. And as far as could be seen, he was just as confused and torn by the contradictions. It was, it was interesting. A finger pushed a set of deep black glasses up over the eyes, and with a turn the mysterious observer hurried inside the club, as James had just begun moving again.
PART II
As I entered into the deafening boom of the club music - Katy Perry? I shake my head with a smirk as I move through the flashing lights and dancing bodies, well aware of where I'm planning to go. Towards the back of the club is a secluded terrace, nothing fancy, but it's nice enough - some green ferns in black vases with silver rims, some chairs and tables, a couch in the corner. Surprisingly, however, it's completely empty. Well, apart from one person. I notice an absolute beast of a man sitting at a nearby table, drinking from a tall martini glass. I assume anyway, it has an olive in it.
I'm unsure why but the man catches my attention. Maybe it's the disappointment of having to come back when I see a few more people come back here, ( 'Great, more money,' I think sourly. But I can't take my eyes off of the man. I don't think he's noticed me - though it's hard to tell with his eyes hidden behind an, actually gangster pair of black glasses perched on his face. His clothes are tight, strained by what is clearly an extremely well built physique. His skin is olive, and his face is clean shaven.
He's dressed, I hate to admit, better than I am. His bone coloured suit radiated confidence and he was also wearing burgundy, with a light coloured tie that I note is tied in the power knot. I haven't learnt that, and I feel my hand subconciously twitch toward my throat, to the small schoolboy knot adorning it. I scowl at myself, then the spell breaks and I glance around again, weighing my options. I don't notice the man's head turn as I look away, just slightly.
'It would seem you chose a quiet night to come in,' I hear a deep voice behind me. I turn, it's the business beefbus. I smile. 'Yeah. This room is usually more swinging than this, I'm honestly surprised.' I don't notice the slightest twitch of a smirk. 'Well, if you're not in a rush,' he says, and indicates the seat opposite. 'It just so happens my date decided not to turn up, and frankly I'd rather break bread with you and be able to say I still met someone new tonight.'
'Break bread,' I smile to myself. 'That's a phrase you don't hear often.' I hesitate for a moment, but then I notice the watch on his outstretched wrist, still indicating the chair. 'Hey, no way! I think. 'Is that.....'
The watch is solid gold, with a single strip of silver running the centre of the band. The face is silver, with golden Roman Numerals. And the face was........ 'Frigging rubies,' I think, feeling varying pulls of appreciation, and envy.
'Sure, why not,' I say as I sit down. There's a drink already on my side of the table. 'You did time it well,' the man said. 'I only ordered that about five minutes ago. Wild Turkey and coke, if that's your thing.' I'd already smelt the scent of my favourite whiskey before he had said anything. 'Are you sure?' I say. He waves a hand. I shrug and pick up the drink, the ice clinking in the dark brown liquid. I take a large swig, and smile. 'Damn, you got her the 101 too. She's missing out.' The man smiles at me.
'I didn't say it was a she,' the man smirks. I raise an eyebrow, surprised. 'No, no you did not. I guess I just assumed. I didn't mean any offence or anything.' The man shakes his head. 'No offence taken,' he smiles at me. 'And who knows, he might show up.' I nod. 'Very true sir. Optimism is always a good approach to life.' I take another big gulp, and notice it seems, grainy? I swirl it absentmindedly in my hand. 'Is everything alright?' the man asks. 'Yeah, just,' I start to say. 'I think they didn't clean the damn glass properly. Ah well.' I take another gulp, throwing my head back, and not noticing the man visibly relax behind his glasses.
"So what's your name, young man?' the man asks me. I chuckle. 'Young! Gee, thanks mate. Haven't heard that in a while, I needed that!' I smile widely. 'I actually turned thirty recently.' The man fakes surprise. 'I don't believe you.' He then continues. 'So what are you looking for tonight?'
I pause, choose my words carefully. 'I've been doing some introspection the last few months and well, I've had to face some hard things about myself. I guess I'm, figuring out what I want and, how to make it reality.' I stop, shift slightly. 'Well, it was nice to meet you, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your -'
But it's the last words out of my mouth as my world turns blurry, black, and then with a wave of nausea surging through my body, I faintly feel myself fall against some sort of firm, warm, fabr.............
The man looks down at my unconscious body, now caught in his muscular arms. With zero effort he slings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and simply steps over the knee high barrier around the rear patio, across the laneway and over to a nearby parked car. MY parked car.
'You know, you really did come up with a foolproof plan,' the man laughs to himself as he bundles me into the trunk. And while I hear none of this, if I were conscious I would be as aware as the man is of just how much trouble I was in.
Because this club, tucked away in the Adelaide CBD, off the books and far from a legally operated venue, after months of painstaking study had been discovered to be the only one with no cameras and no security past the front door. Anywhere.
PART III
I groan. Start to stir. My head is thumping with pain, and as I slowly open my eyes I put a hand to my forehead.
I TRY to put a hand to my forehead. 'whaa, wazgoinon' I mumble groggily.
I TRY to mumble groggily.
My eyes begin to open wider as I start to realise more and more that something is wrong. As I blink to clear my vision, I look down. I feel a surge of adrenaline and ice run simultaneously through my veins and in an instant, I am WIDE awake.
I am standing with my wrists bound tightly together, with thick and coarse rope. My elbows are bound as well, and there is a thick chain leading from the ropes around my wrist up into dimly lit shadow above me, and I can faintly see some sort of attachment in the roof. Whereever I am is poorly lit, a single old yellow bulb dangles from the roof far away from me, about twenty feet. I feel terror build as I look down to see my legs are bound at the ankles and thighs with more thick, coarse rope and theres another chain attaching my ankles, to what i CAN see here is a chunky steel ring set into a concrete floor. As if that isn't bad enough, when I try to call out, all I can make are muffled groans. I feel some sort of rubbery ball in my mouth, and then, in a strange moment, I find myself thinking of Pulp Fiction. In the basement.......
'Ball gag,' I realise as I begin to breathe heavily. I glance around but I can't see anyone. I don't notice the quietly smouldering cherry of a thick cigar burning behind me, or the man sitting, legs crossed comfortably, puffing a cigar as he watched, waiting and savouring every new moment of realisation. He'd seen the head look up, down, heard the gagged whimpers begin. He felt himself growing hard as his prisoner began to squirm.
'Help me!' I tried to scream through the gag but no discernible words had come out, just grunts and whimpers. I feel drool start to run out over my chin, dripping down the front of my body. I start throwing myself around, hoping for something, anything to give out. But after a few minutes all I've managed to do is rub my wrists raw and painful against the rope. My ankles were at least protected by my pants. I slump against the ropes, begin crying softly. But then, I smell something. I straighten up, start sniffing the air. 'That's, that's someone fucking smoking!' I realise. I twist my body as much as I can, straining my head to look behind me. That's when I see him. The businessman. My eyes widen. He's still wearing the bone pants and the shirt, but I see his vest and jacket draped over the back of the plush chair I can just see. He has his sleeves rolled up and I feel myself grow fearful as I realise just how solid this man is built.
'Took you long enough,' he says, standing. He slowly walks around in front of me, locks eyes. He's taken off his glasses now, and I notice deep, piercing blue eyes and a well cared for but middle aged face. The man looked in his forties, he had some grey in his black, styled hair but nothing crazy. He reaches out and I try to pull away, but I can do nothing as he reaches into my pocket, and holds something up. My eyes widen in horror.
'I'm sure you're wondering how I know about these. Same way I knew what your favourite drink was, James. And how I know your name, despite your attempt to avoid the question. He steps forward, starts unbuttoning my vest. 'Mmmfmfmf!' I start objecting but he ignores me. He undoes all the buttons, the unbuttons my shirt too. I am struggling and straining but he just seems to be amused as he bares my chest and a split second later more drool starts running down my torso. I couldn't feel it with my clothes done up but now, all I feel is the humilation of drooling all over myself and being powerless to stop it.
Suddenly, I feel the gag loosen! As it comes free I groan loudly, flexing my sore jaw muscles. As the man returns to my sightline, I'm breathing heavily. 'Please,' I say. 'Look, I don't -' I dont get any further as the man holds a finger up to my lips. 'Hush now. Now so you know, this room, soundproof. So you can scream all you want, I do like that.' As he speaks my breathing quickens even more. 'Of course, I'll still gag you most of the time because, I like you screaming into that too.' My eyes widen. 'Please, you don't have to -fuck, you don't -' my words become more frantic as he steps closer. I fall silent, my wide, terrified hazel eyes staring into his calm and powerful blue eyes.
'That's better,' the man said. He holds up a roll of duct tape with one hand and what looks like a sock in the other, and before I can even think he YANKS my head back, causing me to yelp in pain. He wastes no time cramming the sock in and then, he begins looping layer after layer of tape around my head. If my speech was muffled before, now it is essentially none existent. All I can do is stare in horror as the man steps away and begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing an extremely chiselled physique. I moan involuntarily.
'What the fu -' I think, as I see his head tilt slightly toward me. 'So,' he says. 'Seems you might have some desires rattling around in there you don't know about.'
Fuck. He heard me.
Part IV
The man approaches, slowly dragging a cheaper, plastic chair behind him. He puts it in front of me, sits down. He looks thoughtfully up at me. All I can do is whimper and plead with my eyes, but he just smiles. 'I get you're scared,' he says. 'And I don't want you to have any undue stress, you'd be surprised how much panic increases injuries, especially when you're really scared. So,' the man crosses his legs and reaches behind his ear for a more traditional cigarette. He lights it, allows the pale grey smoke to trickle out of his mouth. He sighs.
'I'm not going to lie to you. You've gotten yourself into a right mess. He then produces something small and black from behind his back, and I feel my entire soul shrivel as I realise that this man now owns me.
'Going on your expression, you recognise this,' the man says. I feel a tear run down my cheek as I nod and begin sobbing quietly, trying not to be obvious about it. It doesn't take though, and the man steps up before I even notice he stood. I shy away, expecting pain, a punch maybe as he -
Dabs my cheek with a silk hankerchief. I look at him with eyes beginning to become red and puffy, and see, compassion? 'Like I said James. You've gotten yourself into a right old mess. He holds up the book again. 'This, is very detailed. Very well crafted in fact. I've looked into your past a little and from what I've seen you didn't excel at school.' He jiggles the book.
''But I know men with university degrees and bachelors that couldn't have come up with some of the meticulous, creative and outright genuis concepts you have outlined. You're a very smart young man, and quite the attractive one. Especially now you pulled your head out and actually dress well and not like you shop at the 99 Hobos store." I can't help but narrow my eyes at the compliment and insult combo platter.
'So what do you want from me?' I try to ask, forgetting that I can't speak as muffled noises emanate. 'I'm guessing you want to know why you're here, what I want, something like that?' I nod, then tilt my head slightly, trying to utitilize whatever non verbal communication I have available to me.
'Let me ask you something. Have you ever acted on any of these, plans?' he asks with an eyebrow raised. I shake my head. 'Didn't think so. You've got too much soul to just be some bog standard rapist.' I squirm uncomfortably. 'You don't like that, do you?' he asks. 'You don't like me calling you that. But its what you were going to do. Right?' He holds up the pills again. I can't look him in the eye, the only thing I feel is shame. I feel a rough hand grab my face and suddenly our eyes are locked. 'Look at me boy,' he hisses. 'Do you, or do you not, like the thought of raping someone?' I shake my head in fear. 'No. You know what it feels like. Don't you?' 'How in the name of god does he know so much about me?' I think to myself.
'But the thought does arouse you. Doesn't it?' I stare at him. I feel another tear run out. 'Yeah. That's what I thought. But you can't choose what turns you on. Can you?' he says, as he begins running his hands underneath my open shirt, running his hands sensually along my skin. 'We can't choose what we like any more than we can change those horrible acts from the horrible people that seed the desires in developing minds.' He pauses. 'What we can choose however, is how we feed those hungers. You were about to choose poorly tonight James. In a way that would cost you everything. In a way that would visit your pain on some blameless woman.' I can't meet his eye. The waves of guilt surge like electric current.
'I'm not trying to judge you, James. Quite the contrary.' He smiled. 'I think we're very similar.'
'So, this is how it's going to work. This is your new home for the next week. If you refuse, that's fine. I will untie you right now, then drive to the police and hand them your little plan book and the roofies with your fingerprints. That's intent as well.' As he speaks I feel myself growing terrified once again.
'Or, you can agree to this proposition and as a show of good faith, I will burn the book in front of you. After all, once I have your agreement I won't need it. I will however hold on to the roofies and your prints. Just in case. Then, after a week, you're free to leave.
He looks into my eyes, once again leaking a cascade of tears. 'What's it to be, James? Slave for a week or prisoner for ten years?' I hang my head in total submission as I realise that I haven't been caught by some justicial avenger personally offended at my darkest desires. No. I've been caught by a bigger predator, with a better plan to win his prize. And he has gotten me by the balls.
As if he read my thoughts, I hear what I can't deny anymore is essentially my new god, whisper into my ear.
'Your plan was good but it lacked forward thinking. I have gotten your, well, perhaps not WILLING consent, for a prize you hoped never to sell.' I feel his hand reach down and start massaging my crotch, and I can't help moaning, my head involuntarily leaning back into his torso as he stands behind me. I feel something wash over me, some feeling I've never felt before. Suddenly a rag is clamped over my face.
'Rest easy, James,' he whispers. 'I think you'll enjoy yourself when you wake up. I know I will.'
And that's where this story comes in. Because this isn't just a story for me. I'm writing this to figure out what is really up here. What I really like. Not what I want to believe I like. I'm going to just write it as it flows. No denials, no hiding. Express myself and discover myself the way I always have - creatively. And hey, I know not everyone will care about what I'm saying. That's ok. I'm writing this for me. Not anyone else. But I've seen enough of the community here to know that LGBTQ is very welcome here and logically at least some of you would quite enjoy taking this 'initial discovery journey' in a way I'm assuming is pretty unique. I do have ADHD, PTSD, a few others so this processing is probably going through some odd 'me'isms' but hey. We all do how we do, don't we? Anyway, enough about the logistics. Let's get to what y'all are hungry for.
Obligatory warnings before we get started - this story will contain heavy non consensual themes, drug use and various themes. Please be aware that if you are triggered by heavy hitting themes, you may not like this. But as I said, I'm working through it all. The good, the bad, the parts that terrify me. And I do hope you enjoy the story. Maybe some people will relate a little. We all have our darkness.
YOUR BUSINESS IS MY BUSINESS - MOSTLY M/M, will be some F/M-F/MM sprinkled in at some point
I step up to my bathroom mirror and take a look at the new man standing before it.
'Damn, a lot has changed in the last six months,' I think to myself as I tighten my newest acquisition, a beautiful blue and grey silk tie adorned with flowers and roses. It popped brilliantly against the blue vest and pants I wore, and sat well AGAINST the deep burgundy shirt below.
I smiled at the man looking back at me. Life had been nothing but punches lately and they just kept on coming, but damn if I hadn't hit rock bottom and starting pushing up. I check the watch on my watch - a gorgeous gold and silver piece worth $300. Of course, I had gotten it on clearance (my financial situation was yet to catch up with my increasingly expensive tastes) but I did have a goal in mind to focus my energy on - an absolutely stunning piece with diamonds encircling the face.
Well, I planned to find one with rubies. I've never liked diamonds, I don't understand how something you can fake with clear glass is so valuable. As a TOOL sure, diamond tipping and such on concrete saws, but as something to look sexy? No. A deep red ruby or a stunning green emerald. That's where its at.
I lift my forearm up, adjusting it again. 'Ok Patrick Bateman, dial the vanity back a SMIDGE,' I smile to myself. But I don't think I'm that vain. I'm just, making up for many years of living with the polar opposite of vanity. I turn and stride away, having applied some Lambourghini style fragrance I'd bought from Chemist Warehouse. Hey, I spent my whole life never buying more than Lynx for four bucks. This shit was thirty! Baby steps. Alls I'm saying.
As I hurry out the front door, patting my pockets to ensure I have my treats. 'Good,' I think to myself as I lock the door of my shitty little unit. If you could even call it that - the owners had just bought a motor inn and decked it out for rentals, near the beach so they could charge extra. As I walk briskly towards the street, I feel the wind lightly brushing past my waxed and styled hair.
With a childhood I didn't like to think about, let alone talk about, I had entered adulthood with more hangups and neuroses than Arnold Rimmer, but now, as I just passed the cusp of 30, things were finally, finally, coming up James.
Of course, it had meant facing some hard truths. Looking into corners I had always been scared to acknowledge. After twenty or so minutes I reach my destination - a roaring nightclub in the Adelaide CBD. But this one was special. The result of many nights, scoping out many places. As I see the red and blue neon lights lighting up the frosted glass of the front entrance, I purse my lips slightly, hesitate.
'This isn't just a game anymore,' I think. The whole walk I had been striding briskly, with purpose, my mind alight with fantasy. I glance at my pocket. Inside, 6 pills I had personally designed to be as tasteless as possible. Roofies are not something you want noticed.
As I stand, frozen, I don't notice a pair of eyes on me from just beyond the frosted glass, deep, piercing blue eyes that drill into your soul. I don't know that this person has been watching me for quite some time, a few months in fact. Someone whos been waiting to see if the beast inside the man was going to stay hidden, or bare it's teeth.
'If I had to take a guess, I'd say tonight will be the night,' the hidden observer thought to themselves. They had seen James go into many clubs, on many nights, for months, but he had never once frozen like this. And after some simple observations of his many outings it was easy to see he was noting things like security, cameras...........
And girls. He covered it up well, but there were cracks in the facade that revealed a far more sinister mind. A predator. But there was more to him. Months of watching and waiting had revealed quite a few unexpected things, a surprisingly strong moral streak, directly alongside some very dark and dominating needs. And as far as could be seen, he was just as confused and torn by the contradictions. It was, it was interesting. A finger pushed a set of deep black glasses up over the eyes, and with a turn the mysterious observer hurried inside the club, as James had just begun moving again.
PART II
As I entered into the deafening boom of the club music - Katy Perry? I shake my head with a smirk as I move through the flashing lights and dancing bodies, well aware of where I'm planning to go. Towards the back of the club is a secluded terrace, nothing fancy, but it's nice enough - some green ferns in black vases with silver rims, some chairs and tables, a couch in the corner. Surprisingly, however, it's completely empty. Well, apart from one person. I notice an absolute beast of a man sitting at a nearby table, drinking from a tall martini glass. I assume anyway, it has an olive in it.
I'm unsure why but the man catches my attention. Maybe it's the disappointment of having to come back when I see a few more people come back here, ( 'Great, more money,' I think sourly. But I can't take my eyes off of the man. I don't think he's noticed me - though it's hard to tell with his eyes hidden behind an, actually gangster pair of black glasses perched on his face. His clothes are tight, strained by what is clearly an extremely well built physique. His skin is olive, and his face is clean shaven.
He's dressed, I hate to admit, better than I am. His bone coloured suit radiated confidence and he was also wearing burgundy, with a light coloured tie that I note is tied in the power knot. I haven't learnt that, and I feel my hand subconciously twitch toward my throat, to the small schoolboy knot adorning it. I scowl at myself, then the spell breaks and I glance around again, weighing my options. I don't notice the man's head turn as I look away, just slightly.
'It would seem you chose a quiet night to come in,' I hear a deep voice behind me. I turn, it's the business beefbus. I smile. 'Yeah. This room is usually more swinging than this, I'm honestly surprised.' I don't notice the slightest twitch of a smirk. 'Well, if you're not in a rush,' he says, and indicates the seat opposite. 'It just so happens my date decided not to turn up, and frankly I'd rather break bread with you and be able to say I still met someone new tonight.'
'Break bread,' I smile to myself. 'That's a phrase you don't hear often.' I hesitate for a moment, but then I notice the watch on his outstretched wrist, still indicating the chair. 'Hey, no way! I think. 'Is that.....'
The watch is solid gold, with a single strip of silver running the centre of the band. The face is silver, with golden Roman Numerals. And the face was........ 'Frigging rubies,' I think, feeling varying pulls of appreciation, and envy.
'Sure, why not,' I say as I sit down. There's a drink already on my side of the table. 'You did time it well,' the man said. 'I only ordered that about five minutes ago. Wild Turkey and coke, if that's your thing.' I'd already smelt the scent of my favourite whiskey before he had said anything. 'Are you sure?' I say. He waves a hand. I shrug and pick up the drink, the ice clinking in the dark brown liquid. I take a large swig, and smile. 'Damn, you got her the 101 too. She's missing out.' The man smiles at me.
'I didn't say it was a she,' the man smirks. I raise an eyebrow, surprised. 'No, no you did not. I guess I just assumed. I didn't mean any offence or anything.' The man shakes his head. 'No offence taken,' he smiles at me. 'And who knows, he might show up.' I nod. 'Very true sir. Optimism is always a good approach to life.' I take another big gulp, and notice it seems, grainy? I swirl it absentmindedly in my hand. 'Is everything alright?' the man asks. 'Yeah, just,' I start to say. 'I think they didn't clean the damn glass properly. Ah well.' I take another gulp, throwing my head back, and not noticing the man visibly relax behind his glasses.
"So what's your name, young man?' the man asks me. I chuckle. 'Young! Gee, thanks mate. Haven't heard that in a while, I needed that!' I smile widely. 'I actually turned thirty recently.' The man fakes surprise. 'I don't believe you.' He then continues. 'So what are you looking for tonight?'
I pause, choose my words carefully. 'I've been doing some introspection the last few months and well, I've had to face some hard things about myself. I guess I'm, figuring out what I want and, how to make it reality.' I stop, shift slightly. 'Well, it was nice to meet you, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your -'
But it's the last words out of my mouth as my world turns blurry, black, and then with a wave of nausea surging through my body, I faintly feel myself fall against some sort of firm, warm, fabr.............
The man looks down at my unconscious body, now caught in his muscular arms. With zero effort he slings me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and simply steps over the knee high barrier around the rear patio, across the laneway and over to a nearby parked car. MY parked car.
'You know, you really did come up with a foolproof plan,' the man laughs to himself as he bundles me into the trunk. And while I hear none of this, if I were conscious I would be as aware as the man is of just how much trouble I was in.
Because this club, tucked away in the Adelaide CBD, off the books and far from a legally operated venue, after months of painstaking study had been discovered to be the only one with no cameras and no security past the front door. Anywhere.
PART III
I groan. Start to stir. My head is thumping with pain, and as I slowly open my eyes I put a hand to my forehead.
I TRY to put a hand to my forehead. 'whaa, wazgoinon' I mumble groggily.
I TRY to mumble groggily.
My eyes begin to open wider as I start to realise more and more that something is wrong. As I blink to clear my vision, I look down. I feel a surge of adrenaline and ice run simultaneously through my veins and in an instant, I am WIDE awake.
I am standing with my wrists bound tightly together, with thick and coarse rope. My elbows are bound as well, and there is a thick chain leading from the ropes around my wrist up into dimly lit shadow above me, and I can faintly see some sort of attachment in the roof. Whereever I am is poorly lit, a single old yellow bulb dangles from the roof far away from me, about twenty feet. I feel terror build as I look down to see my legs are bound at the ankles and thighs with more thick, coarse rope and theres another chain attaching my ankles, to what i CAN see here is a chunky steel ring set into a concrete floor. As if that isn't bad enough, when I try to call out, all I can make are muffled groans. I feel some sort of rubbery ball in my mouth, and then, in a strange moment, I find myself thinking of Pulp Fiction. In the basement.......
'Ball gag,' I realise as I begin to breathe heavily. I glance around but I can't see anyone. I don't notice the quietly smouldering cherry of a thick cigar burning behind me, or the man sitting, legs crossed comfortably, puffing a cigar as he watched, waiting and savouring every new moment of realisation. He'd seen the head look up, down, heard the gagged whimpers begin. He felt himself growing hard as his prisoner began to squirm.
'Help me!' I tried to scream through the gag but no discernible words had come out, just grunts and whimpers. I feel drool start to run out over my chin, dripping down the front of my body. I start throwing myself around, hoping for something, anything to give out. But after a few minutes all I've managed to do is rub my wrists raw and painful against the rope. My ankles were at least protected by my pants. I slump against the ropes, begin crying softly. But then, I smell something. I straighten up, start sniffing the air. 'That's, that's someone fucking smoking!' I realise. I twist my body as much as I can, straining my head to look behind me. That's when I see him. The businessman. My eyes widen. He's still wearing the bone pants and the shirt, but I see his vest and jacket draped over the back of the plush chair I can just see. He has his sleeves rolled up and I feel myself grow fearful as I realise just how solid this man is built.
'Took you long enough,' he says, standing. He slowly walks around in front of me, locks eyes. He's taken off his glasses now, and I notice deep, piercing blue eyes and a well cared for but middle aged face. The man looked in his forties, he had some grey in his black, styled hair but nothing crazy. He reaches out and I try to pull away, but I can do nothing as he reaches into my pocket, and holds something up. My eyes widen in horror.
'I'm sure you're wondering how I know about these. Same way I knew what your favourite drink was, James. And how I know your name, despite your attempt to avoid the question. He steps forward, starts unbuttoning my vest. 'Mmmfmfmf!' I start objecting but he ignores me. He undoes all the buttons, the unbuttons my shirt too. I am struggling and straining but he just seems to be amused as he bares my chest and a split second later more drool starts running down my torso. I couldn't feel it with my clothes done up but now, all I feel is the humilation of drooling all over myself and being powerless to stop it.
Suddenly, I feel the gag loosen! As it comes free I groan loudly, flexing my sore jaw muscles. As the man returns to my sightline, I'm breathing heavily. 'Please,' I say. 'Look, I don't -' I dont get any further as the man holds a finger up to my lips. 'Hush now. Now so you know, this room, soundproof. So you can scream all you want, I do like that.' As he speaks my breathing quickens even more. 'Of course, I'll still gag you most of the time because, I like you screaming into that too.' My eyes widen. 'Please, you don't have to -fuck, you don't -' my words become more frantic as he steps closer. I fall silent, my wide, terrified hazel eyes staring into his calm and powerful blue eyes.
'That's better,' the man said. He holds up a roll of duct tape with one hand and what looks like a sock in the other, and before I can even think he YANKS my head back, causing me to yelp in pain. He wastes no time cramming the sock in and then, he begins looping layer after layer of tape around my head. If my speech was muffled before, now it is essentially none existent. All I can do is stare in horror as the man steps away and begins unbuttoning his shirt, revealing an extremely chiselled physique. I moan involuntarily.
'What the fu -' I think, as I see his head tilt slightly toward me. 'So,' he says. 'Seems you might have some desires rattling around in there you don't know about.'
Fuck. He heard me.
Part IV
The man approaches, slowly dragging a cheaper, plastic chair behind him. He puts it in front of me, sits down. He looks thoughtfully up at me. All I can do is whimper and plead with my eyes, but he just smiles. 'I get you're scared,' he says. 'And I don't want you to have any undue stress, you'd be surprised how much panic increases injuries, especially when you're really scared. So,' the man crosses his legs and reaches behind his ear for a more traditional cigarette. He lights it, allows the pale grey smoke to trickle out of his mouth. He sighs.
'I'm not going to lie to you. You've gotten yourself into a right mess. He then produces something small and black from behind his back, and I feel my entire soul shrivel as I realise that this man now owns me.
'Going on your expression, you recognise this,' the man says. I feel a tear run down my cheek as I nod and begin sobbing quietly, trying not to be obvious about it. It doesn't take though, and the man steps up before I even notice he stood. I shy away, expecting pain, a punch maybe as he -
Dabs my cheek with a silk hankerchief. I look at him with eyes beginning to become red and puffy, and see, compassion? 'Like I said James. You've gotten yourself into a right old mess. He holds up the book again. 'This, is very detailed. Very well crafted in fact. I've looked into your past a little and from what I've seen you didn't excel at school.' He jiggles the book.
''But I know men with university degrees and bachelors that couldn't have come up with some of the meticulous, creative and outright genuis concepts you have outlined. You're a very smart young man, and quite the attractive one. Especially now you pulled your head out and actually dress well and not like you shop at the 99 Hobos store." I can't help but narrow my eyes at the compliment and insult combo platter.
'So what do you want from me?' I try to ask, forgetting that I can't speak as muffled noises emanate. 'I'm guessing you want to know why you're here, what I want, something like that?' I nod, then tilt my head slightly, trying to utitilize whatever non verbal communication I have available to me.
'Let me ask you something. Have you ever acted on any of these, plans?' he asks with an eyebrow raised. I shake my head. 'Didn't think so. You've got too much soul to just be some bog standard rapist.' I squirm uncomfortably. 'You don't like that, do you?' he asks. 'You don't like me calling you that. But its what you were going to do. Right?' He holds up the pills again. I can't look him in the eye, the only thing I feel is shame. I feel a rough hand grab my face and suddenly our eyes are locked. 'Look at me boy,' he hisses. 'Do you, or do you not, like the thought of raping someone?' I shake my head in fear. 'No. You know what it feels like. Don't you?' 'How in the name of god does he know so much about me?' I think to myself.
'But the thought does arouse you. Doesn't it?' I stare at him. I feel another tear run out. 'Yeah. That's what I thought. But you can't choose what turns you on. Can you?' he says, as he begins running his hands underneath my open shirt, running his hands sensually along my skin. 'We can't choose what we like any more than we can change those horrible acts from the horrible people that seed the desires in developing minds.' He pauses. 'What we can choose however, is how we feed those hungers. You were about to choose poorly tonight James. In a way that would cost you everything. In a way that would visit your pain on some blameless woman.' I can't meet his eye. The waves of guilt surge like electric current.
'I'm not trying to judge you, James. Quite the contrary.' He smiled. 'I think we're very similar.'
'So, this is how it's going to work. This is your new home for the next week. If you refuse, that's fine. I will untie you right now, then drive to the police and hand them your little plan book and the roofies with your fingerprints. That's intent as well.' As he speaks I feel myself growing terrified once again.
'Or, you can agree to this proposition and as a show of good faith, I will burn the book in front of you. After all, once I have your agreement I won't need it. I will however hold on to the roofies and your prints. Just in case. Then, after a week, you're free to leave.
He looks into my eyes, once again leaking a cascade of tears. 'What's it to be, James? Slave for a week or prisoner for ten years?' I hang my head in total submission as I realise that I haven't been caught by some justicial avenger personally offended at my darkest desires. No. I've been caught by a bigger predator, with a better plan to win his prize. And he has gotten me by the balls.
As if he read my thoughts, I hear what I can't deny anymore is essentially my new god, whisper into my ear.
'Your plan was good but it lacked forward thinking. I have gotten your, well, perhaps not WILLING consent, for a prize you hoped never to sell.' I feel his hand reach down and start massaging my crotch, and I can't help moaning, my head involuntarily leaning back into his torso as he stands behind me. I feel something wash over me, some feeling I've never felt before. Suddenly a rag is clamped over my face.
'Rest easy, James,' he whispers. 'I think you'll enjoy yourself when you wake up. I know I will.'