#And then nothing until I'm very aware of being very alone in the toilets

[carrotpiss]

Wall of text time wall of text time (hello tumblr I use u like a diary time) just gotta get some words down innit

[haechanokeh]

I'm Right For You [pt.1 ]

[teaser/ prologue] [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ]

✓ I recommend listen to Die For You by The Weeknd every time reading this story 😌

pairing: popular college! mark x average! reader

genre: romance, smut, angst, series.

warning (this chapter): HIGH SEXUAL TENSION, masturbation and sex dream.

warning (the series): corruption, oral sex (both receiving and giving), cream pie, rough sex, anal sex, mention of religion, rough sex, self-esteem, psychology, public sex, sub! reader, sex toys. possessive mark two-faced mark

word count: 2.3K

I think I'm right for you, babe. You know what I'm thinking, see it in your eyes. You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry. It ain't workin' 'cause you're perfect and I know that you're worth it I can't walk away. (Die for you by The Weeknd)

Mark was the least classmate you want to be pair with, Not because he slacks, not a good student because god knows he’s an excellent student. you just don’t like how different from you, it was unexplainable but you feel so intimidated- you can’t even look straight into his eyes. mark receives a lot of recognition and everyone adores him. he’s very kind.  everyone wants to hang out with him well mark is very friendly, he's really a good influence they say. he doesn't smoke, he drinks but not that much, plus he encourages the class to attend bible study- his father is a pastor. but you never hangout with anyone unless it's school related.

“my house? y/n? are you listening?” he lowered his head to check your face looking down on the textbook the whole time. he grabbed your attention, your eyes quickly shifted anywhere but him. 

“ah... ahm i’m good with library, i don’t want to cause any inconvenience.” you politely rejected his suggestion to where you can do your case study in clinical pharmacy. it’s just it doesn’t look good if a girl is alone with man in a house.

“but we can’t talk properly in the library.” he reasoned, and you knew he has a point.

“ahm, maybe in coffee shops?” no, you heard mark dislike going to coffee shop just to study, he said the key to ace the exams are study at home or library. studying in coffee shop causes inconvenience too for people who truly want to enjoy coffees. 

“okay fine. your house.” you sighed. he showed his infamous smile.

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mark said that they have visitors in their house so both of you decided to go you didn't know that mark lives in a fancy condominium. his house look so expensive, you very conscious to move, afraid that you might break something.

"what are you standing there?" he chuckled and put down his bag on the floor beside the couch. you're standing still on the doorway. "sit here." he patted the long sofa next to the couch.

you quietly walked towards the sofa and sit on it, stiffly which made mark chuckle again.

"do you want water, soda, tea, coffee, or me?" he winked, teasing you. you blushed, and you really despise that feeling every time he's around. you don't like it when he makes you flustered.

"water." you brushed off the intimidation. your tone changed slightly like you're annoyed.

mark could easily read people, he's really good at it. he knew you dislike him but something in your eyes say different. mark has been building this sexual tension between you for so long already but it still amazes him that you always block it. rather giving up, he was motivated and it became an addiction. he wanted tou so badly.

"okay water it is." he just said.

you opened your bag and get your notes in chemistry. you saw mark’s phone light up, and you saw his phone wallpaper. it was just in front of you, his wallpaper is a girl facing down on the table as if she's sleeping but what caught your eyes the most is that her matching bracelets with written bold letters life. then you analyze whether it was you, you have the same hair color and the two rings in the middle finger too. you literally froze, analyzing what's going on.

"y/n, here's your water and a sliced of cake that my brother baked." you almost jumped when he appeared. his brows met in confusion when he caught you so surprised. he put the tray on the table. "something wrong?"

your mouth felt dry.

"n-nothing." you stuttered. mark gave you an unconvinced look but just shrugged. he reach for his phone. you suddenly feel thirsty so you reach for the glass of water and drink it.

"ahm... who's on your wallpaper? ah- your phone light up i think someone texted you." you said returned to gulping the water

"you." he casually answered. you chocked and spat out the water from your mouth. the glass slipped from your hand and thank goodness it landed on your thigh safely but you clothes became wet.

mark only watched you while laughing on your cute reaction. you glared at him.

"i'm sorry, you're just too cute." he apologized suppressing his laugh. mark sat beside you and grabbed the glass from your lap and put it back on top of the table. "i still don't get it why you never notice my signals." he said, wiping your face using the sleeves of his sweater.

it sends you shivers, his touch did but his mischievousness no. you were slightly annoyed.

“you don’t like me huh.” he pretend to be hurt.

“stop playing.” you said and look down on your shirt. “my shirt is wet now.” 

mark stare at your silhouette shirt and your flesh and black bra are showing in front of his eyes. 

“i think i should go home.” you were disappointed, both of you haven’t accomplished anything yet.

she’s going home? like that?

“you can barrow my shirt for the mean time.” he stood up.

“really? thanks.” you stood up and follow him.\

i just confessed but i don’t think she get it. she’s really something. a small smile plastered in his face but you weren’t able to see it since his back was facing you. 

he opened his door’s room and he went in with you. you slightly observed his room, nothing special but there’s a lot of book on the shelf and two kinds of guitar. he loves music and ready, you find it amusing though. your eyes followed him getting shirt from his closet. 

we walked towards you.

“here.” he gave you a generous smile. he extended his hand to give you his shirt. you reached for it and once your hand was on it he swiftly hide it behind your back causing you to stumble on the his bed.

“i’m sorry.” you sat up and you froze when he stand in between the first thing you saw was his clothed abdomen. you looked up and the unfamiliar mark was now looking down on you. 

"i just confessed to you y/n, are you aware or just pretending that it didn’t happen, hmm?” he caressed your cheek that gave you goosebumps.” do you hate me? despise me? but why am i seeing in your eyes, you want me and you hate it weren't you?"

the air became thick, your mouth just parted and eyes staring at him. you're still processing what he said, it made you question your hate towards him.

hate was a strong word, you don't hate him but you hate whatever he made you feel, like right now. you're heart is going crazy. you just realize that you really like it and it's hard for you to admit because you know that he will do not good to you. you will just get hurt because he will never like you back, but that's not the case anymore. although you're doubting his confession, you seemed to love the idea of having him.

you gulped, your throat became dry once more. cat got your tongue and your brain stopped working- you can’t even process what’s going on. it was gentle but it feels icy like his voice and eyes. he’s not mark, at least that’s what you think.

“mark... i- what’s-” you have no idea what you want to say. 

he slowly and carefully traced your parted lips. mark felt arouse thinking how good it feels to sucked by these tiny mouth of yours. he lifted your chin using his thumb and middle finger and with no hesitations he captured your lips. you lost your sanity. you melted and so as your surviving rationality. 

he cupped your jaws and he deepened the kiss, tongue inside and he locked your mouths. the sensation went straight to your core. you felt like the world stop revolving around the sun and heat just absorbed mark’s room. the sloppy and wet kisses became louder than the aircon. heat rose from your chest. you were unaware but your hands were on the back of his head playing with his hair. he released a smug smile which you did not noticed.  this is your first kiss, no one ever kissed you... well you never had a boyfriend.  

a wicked idea won in mark’s hand, his hands skimmed down your body until it reached you thigh. he parted and caressed it. but it was a bad idea for him, senses snapped back on you.

you quickly separated your self, pushing him and you stood up. you quickly get up from his bed. 

“I need to use your toilet, excuse me.” your heart was pounding loud and you feel so hot. you walked passed him and walking to his room. 

mark quick on his feet before you even enter his bathroom not a toilet. he turned you. 

“why did we stop?” he groaned eyes glued on your lips.

“if you’re bored and just want to play, please not me Mark.” you begged, lips quivering because you know deep down in you, you’re close to giving in. His eyes masked with darkness, jaws clenched. he stepped forward and you step back. you don’t like it when he’s too close. you hate the feeling of being weak.

“do i look like i’m playing with you?” his voice was deep with a hint of annoyance. it was your first time to see mark like this.

mark who’s always smiling, laughing, friendly, caring,  generous, and everyone adores. was now gone. in your eyes he’s like a tiger targeting its prey. it didn’t help you’re in his den and back against the wall.

“mark, i want to go home." you faintly whispered still looking straight in his eyes. you felt so small, like a prey waiting, ready to be eaten.

"do you hate me that much?" he was reaching for your cheeks but you flinched. mark was offended by your reaction. "i never been bad to you y/n, tell me what did i do to you to make you feel this scared of me." he tucked your hair behind you ear.

"i'm not scared." you almost choke when you said that. mark chuckled at your cuteness. "you're just different to me and i don't know how to act around you." his brow raised.

"i feel uncomfortable mark, can i go home?" it took a lot of courage to say that. you just want to runaway. he smiled sadly, admiring your angelic face. eyes wide open with innocence looking up to him, he felt the unfamiliar urge to dominate those eyes.

"i guess you hate what ever you are feeling towards me, but unlike you I won't runaway." he traced the side of your face, it send shivers down to your core. "because I just simply can't walkaway."

he stepped back and tucked his hands on his pants.

"you can stay, i will not do anything to you. let's finish our case study on the living room." he went back, giving you his familiar smile. the atmosphere changed, the coldness vanished and changed into warmth.

you felt at ease.

"thank you." you said and you're quick on your feet, leaving his room.

mark watch you left from his room, he erased his pretentious smile.

"how long will this last, fuck." he groaned in frustration.

awkward but bot of you at least accomplished and solved the case. he offered you to drive you back home but you insisted that he doesn’t have to but he was so persistent that you have to lie about running errand and meeting your mom.

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sleepiness caught you the moment your body touched the bed.

“mark...” you faintly moaned and covered your mouth as you watch mark thrusting his fingers on your slick producing squelching and sucking your clit. 

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna cum!" you squealed and your legs started to shake. he crawled over you, hovering your naked body.

you finally met his eyes that almost melt your knees.

"i though you hate it? should i stop?"

“NO!” you gasped, and woke up from your strange dream. you sat up and was catching your breath. you felt something sticky between your thighs, shame enters your system and guilt.

"what am i thinking?" you whispered to yourself.

you felt ashamed over your dream doing something dirty with mark, however the other party was thinking of you non stop.

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mark stroking his dick, eyes closed while imagining your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"fuck, right there y/n." he moaned, after few thrust he spurted his white thick liquid.

his chest rose heavily. staring at his hands filled with his cum, there was no disgrace in his soul when he masturbate and thinking of you at the same time.

mark is always contented whatever he has, he's very simple minded but things went wrong when you caught his attention. for the first time, he want something- your body and your attention.

he thought, he wanted to be greedy, he needs to be greedy.

"will not do anything? at least for today huh?" he chuckled bitterly as he remembered what he said awhile ago to you.

"no holding back." he seriously said and wipe his hand on the blanket.

hello, i'm sorry for grammatical errors. i hope you enjoy it there's nothing much in this, just sexual tensions for chapter 1 ♥️

and i hope you like it, here's the chapter 1. @mellowvoidexpertfriend

[saberstars]

I'm Here

Pairing: Gender Neutral Y/N & Loki

Fluff, angst, implied smut

Warnings: Mentions of depression/mental illness, epilepsy/seizures, mentions of sex, as always if I missed anything feel free to let me know

Summary: Loki & You have a pre-existing friendship with benefits & one night you have a seizure after some spiciness. He cares for you helping you afterwards & makes sure you rest easy & safe. Reader is portrayed to have seizures more so during changes in sleep phases, not awake. The wake seizures or more of a medium ish absence/ focal aware seizure that only occur on occasion & can be “fought” through.

Word Count: 1796

Notes: This was intended to be a gender neutral reader. I think I removed all he/she pronouns.

Additionally, I know that not everyone experiences seizures the same way, and that epilepsy can affect people differently. This is all written from my experiences with it, so I ask that you do not tell me I portrayed something wrong. I can and will accept constructive criticism, But I will not accept someone telling me blatantly that I am wrong with my experiences. Therefore please keep that in mind when reading. I genuinely hope this fic brings others comfort if you suffer from epilepsy or any disorder that causes seizures. Thank You <3

It’s been three years since you found out you suffered from epilepsy. A diagnosis that came late in your life to be fair. As a young child up until you reached adulthood, you suffered from eye shakes that would eventually turn into stuttering spells that made it difficult to breath or not breath properly at all. You never passed out though, you got close a few times, but you managed to stay awake and “fight it off.” You started to notice over time that you’d also get a strange taste in your mouth, almost like metal or as if you were sucking on a battery and it had that zing flavor. You knew that was a precursor and would panic on cue rightfully so. You hated when you had your mini stutter fests because all you could do was hope it didn’t happen.

Of course you complained to your parents as a child but they didn’t think it was anything. They said it was just a panic attack. So you took their word for it. That was until you started having grand mals in your sleep. At first you thought they were just a part of some strange dream, that wasn't real to you, not yet anyway. You would wake up exhausted, sore, sometimes unable to move properly, walk, open and close a fist, and you just overall couldn't stay conscious sometimes. Again you complained to your parents about it, but they said it was nothing. You probably had night terrors or some form of minor sleep paralysis. So you dumbly believed them.

When you moved out, You sought answers, and eventually got them. You were grateful. The medication they prescribed helped tremendously though, it did make you tired but it was worth not having your episodes. Thankfully your case wasn’t as severe as others and it was manageable so long as you took care of yourself and took your medications. Though you were warned, breakthroughs were common, and missing your dose can and would cause a seizure.

Despite having such a diagnosis, you kept it to yourself. You never really told anyone. It wasn’t until you started sleeping with a friend, that you finally divulged your secret too in the event that it ever happened whilst they were with you.

It was someone you randomly slept with on and off with. A friend with benefits, his name was Loki. You had met the god shortly after his father had passed and his home, destroyed. You found comfort with each other despite it being more of a sexual comfort. You both used sex as a way to fight your own demons, a distraction, a quick grab at serotonin. Despite the sex you both developed a very deep friendship. You’d read together on occasion, have very interesting debates on current events, history, as well as other nuances, and a lot of other things. You even met his brother and the avengers at one point.

You both slept soundly after spicy events had taken place 2 hours prior, Loki had come over desperate for attention of any kind. He didn’t say why, but you knew it was a rather serious topic he wished not to discuss and rather lessen the pain with ecstasy. Little did you know, on this day a few years ago he indirectly murdered his mother. He blamed himself dearly, he knew if he would have kept his mouth shut for once in his life she may be here today. So he needed a genuine distraction. One of any kind. Preferable you. Due to the spicy events that took place you missed your dose, due to falling asleep promptly after, which cost you dearly. Missing doses always caused this to happen no matter what.

You gasped for air like usual, your body contorting outwards first with a thrust. You were awake, conscious, and terrified for the few seconds you normally were given before blacking out. You began to stutter violently all the air leaving your lungs as it happened. Until no sounds were made and it was just you chattering. Loki woke immediately, with a completely calm exterior despite a raging mixture of emotions internally. He knew you never called an ambulance for these things because you were normally alone & unaware until you became conscious again. She made him promise to never call 911 unless it was over a certain time length, to save her medical expenses, or unless she stopped breathing for good.

Loki dare not touch you though as you shook and curled up. The last thing he wanted was his godly strength to crush you somehow or cause you more pain. Instead he watched and hovered until you finally stopped. It was a short 50 second one, which was under your time limit, but he still debated calling. It’s not like You would’ve known he lied.

His breathing hitched as he went to check your pulse and airway, ever so delicately, which were both clear and strong.

“Oh thank you.” he whispered

A few hours had slid by with still no response from you. Loki sat next to you, staring down at you, to the point where he would fight the urge to blink, waiting for a stir of some kind from you. He did give the courtesy of redressing you though, in a nightgown from a drawer after an hour slid past. He even went as far as ensuring that you were adequately covered by the blankets to avoid being chilled. It has been 3 ½ hours now, with no stir of any kind from you. He knew it would be awhile before you showed any signs of movement possibly but this worry tore him to his core. In the midst of waiting he refused to just idly go back to sleep next to you, he was determined to stay awake until you were conscious again, so that you knew, he stayed there waiting for you. Loki didn’t know when he found himself talking to you as if you were awake, but all he knew was that it made him feel a bit better, and he hoped that when you woke it would make you feel better too.

“You know, I’ve been reading this really dumb gothic romance novel. I think you’d like it because of how naive the girl is. I know you like to criticize and pick on how they make decisions.” he spoke with a chuckle in his voice thinking back to how you’d flail your arms and drop your book to scream about how dumb some main protagnist could be.

“I'll have to buy you a copy or give you mine when I’m done.” Loki shifted his weight from his right to his left brushing your bangs out of your eyes.

“I don’t know why you keep those so long, all they do is get in the way of your gorgeous eyes.”

It was in that moment you rustled, you shifted your neck ever so slightly, Your eyelids twitch. Loki leaned forward parting his lips as he watched with a heart of hope completely overwhelmed with joy when he saw the color of your iris’s. He exhaled a shaky breath cupping your cheeks which caused you to flinch sending a wave of shocks through your body. It was at that moment you knew. You knew what he saw, what he had gone through. Your heart sank and you immediately berated yourself internally despite your exhausted state.

“It’s ok you don’t have to say or do anything. I’ll stay, I’ll take care of you for as long as you need.” Loki assured you, wanting you to know that you didn’t have to go through this alone. You never really had anyone stay, let alone worry about you. Your eyes began to water as tears rolled down your face.

“I’ll go grab you some water, you’re probably parched. I’ll also grab you a banana. I read that potassium can help with the cramping.” Loki said leaving to yourself for a moment. He also grabbed tissues for your eyes and nose just in case. Upon returning her placed everything at your side offering help to sit up. “Do you need to use the bathroom or help sitting up?” He asked with a gentle tone.

You nodded trying to take a good deep breath so you could speak a bit. “I’m so sorry you had to see that… but thank you. Thank you for staying, for helping. I do need the bathroom and I would appreciate help. My legs are still...” you mustered out with all your might but after a point your tongue refused to work with you.

“Of course, I may be a monster but I’m not entirely cruel. If it helps… you can just think to yourself and I can listen that way. So that you're not struggling too much.” Loki admitted with a tone of self depreciation.

“You're not a monster just because you're different & have made mistakes.” you thought as Loki picked you up bridal style walking you to the bathroom. Of course he placed you down on the toilet and waited outside for you to do what you needed. Since he had only added a nightgown to your previously naked body it made things easier. It was exhausting to just sit up and do everything but you pushed through. You even pushed yourself up and limped to the sink best you could to wash your hands. Upon hearing the faucet though Loki came back in standing behind you offering support if needed.

“Catch me~” you thought before falling back into his arms with a snort.

“You're lucky I have godlike reflexes you minx.” He replied with a hint of flirtation. You had used more than you had in you to wash your hand. Loki caught you obviously and carried you back to the room placing you back on the bed. “No, more like I knew you were ready to catch me.” you slowly thought as exhaustion tugged at your consciousness again. Loki noticed the pill bottle on your dresser before prompting you to take it. Instinctively opening it and sliding one into his hand.

“You should probably take this before you fall asleep.” You took it mentally saying thanks drinking the glass of water with it.

“Yeah that would probably help avoid some added breakdancing.” You joked trying to use humor to lighten the situation. Loki stared plain faced trying not to entertain your joke though, despite finding it secretly witty. Maybe he’d laugh at it when you felt a bit better. Soon after you began to dance between awake and sleep. Loki took note based on how your thoughts jumbled around between multiple things, laughing to himself a bit before minor intrusive fears began picking at you. Loki immediately jumped into action in an attempt to squash them soothing you a bit.

“You can sleep soundly, please get some rest. You don’t have to force yourself to stay awake out of fear or guilt.” Loki spoke in the most caring and sweet tone he could muster up. Trying to convince you that it was going to be ok & it worked. Somehow you knew he was right & that you could trust him completely. You drifted back to sleep peacefully thinking about how for the first time in your life, you didn’t fear sleeping in your bed. You didn’t have intrusive thoughts about whether or not you’d wake up in the morning or not. Which honestly brought tears bubbling their way up and out of Loki's eyes. The amount of trust you had in him in your thoughts, at that moment completely took his breath away. And that was something he wasn’t going to break or ever lose.

[iwouldliketoshowyouflorence]

Memento Vivere

Will is sitting on the seat of an ancient Pompeian public toilet. Trousers on, of course, but he wants to share the perspective. Understand facilities where you sat next to each other, excuse the language, shit-chatting. It's not like a urinal, there's no tension or fear.

Hannibal sits next to him.

"Seems very strange now, but it was common in the West up until the Victorian era."

Will guesses they didn't get enough fiber, but is still impressed with how humans are so social that they somehow solved that without crosswords or telephone games. He's still rather do his business alone, he thinks when Hannibal grabs his hand.

Will is (well, was) a professor. He knows a lot of things, and is used to being an authority.

It also means he likes learning, or he would never have gotten there in the first place. Learning new things like that the ancient Pompeiians kept eels in their atrium pools because they kept the water clean from bugs, parasites and drowned vermin.

He looks into the shallow, square pool of the villa's atrium, the sharp Italian mid-day light shining down, and wonders how they weren't cooked on the spot.

'The pool is mostly decorative, there is a whole sewer system under here where the eels had their home. The practice was used by Europeans until open wells were no longer the standard. Quite effective.' Hannibal turns slightly, with his back still towards Will, already moving on.' Well-dwelling eels are known to have became over a hundered years old, when happy.'

'Have you ever fished for eels, Will?'

'No. They're endangered.'

'Who among us isn't?'

Will glares.

' That doesn't negate hunting and fishing rights.' He looks away. 'For fish, at least. Being rare doesn't exclude them from the ecosystem.'

Hannibal walks slower on the thick cobbles.

'Tell me, Will, as a fisherman - what fate would you want for the eel? Reproduction in abundance, steady survival, or as they currently are, just precisely making it?'

'They classify as endangered because of their low numbers, but the population... Eelation' - Will snickers, making Hannibal's stomach feel warm - 'is stable. Rare, but less threatened than they used to be.'

He is walking very close to Hannibal now.

Will admires the mosaics, putting up his hands to feel the cracks between the pieces that look like pixels.

He looks up for Hannibal's facial expression to be almost as difficult to put together.

'How did they make these?'

Will is on all fours on the floor of one of the preserved villas, examining a mosaic as if it was a crime scene.

Their teacups shattered, he thinks, and they used them to make this. It did come back together, just as something else. Perhaps better, if less practical.

...

Hannibal crouches down, arms loosely crossed.

'With a lot of patience.'

'But why, when they could paint that well?' Will gestures vaguely around him across the shining floor.

'Oh, frescos weren't easy to make.' Hannibal puts his hand over Will's on the floor, entangling his fingers. 'Nothing that lasts is.'

....

'Phalluses on the street and erotic wall paintings did NOT mean it was a 'bordello'.'

Hannibal raises his eyebrows under his sunhat. 'Young men today have playboy posters on their walls - this was no different.'

Will holds back a laugh, knowing no 'young man' has read a playboy since the internet was invented.

' So if they weren't very shy, and it was a symbol of happiness and excitement and *wanting* to arrive to a destination, why *not* carve a phallus into the road to signify direction?'

Hannibal is quiet.

'... Because you could just paint an arrow?' Will raises an eyebrow.

'That was a weapon at the time. In a true 'make love, not war' society, which would you think would have been less disturbing? '

Hannibal squats, touching the stone phallus carved out of the rock.

' You are a psychiatrist, you know noone reads... "Playboy" any more.'

'I'm aware, I was using it as a colloquial expression.'

The way he looks out over the landscape tells Will that he absolutely thought playboy was still a real thing.

He sniffles, walking up behind Hannibal on the hill to share the view.

' It's so big! ' Will's eyes are wide open.

' Yes - it was - is, architechthonically and archaeologically - a city.'

' I've heard of Pompeii but I assumed it was like... A couple of ruins.'

They are walking down one of the main streets.

'The streets still have names!'

'Which, also, not everyone knows or will remember - but we do.'Hannibal wrappes his arm around Will's shoulder.' Can you hear them? The noises of the city, the people? '

Will closes his eyes, his hand around Hannibal's wrist feeling his blood pulse.

' Yes.'

And he really can. The clipping of horse hooves against the stone roads, the women arguing in the market, the children playing. It's not just a place where so many people died - it's a monument to life.

Will has never liked crowds, but this is safe, his hand in Hannibal's, standing amongst all these people, but at a safe distance of 2000 years.

[heresathreebee]

Garrote part 10

[Starz Power Diego Jimenez x Jazmine Mann (Black!OC)]

Word count: 3.1k words

Warning(s): Mature | Gun phobia, stalking. Diego and Healy get POVs in this one while Jazmine gets some R&R with the help from her mother. This is a plot only chapter, sorry. Previous Masterlist Next

Author’s Note: No beta reader and I’m far too exhausted to edit properly. After this story, I’m gonna adjust exactly how I format my fics. My million other fic ideas plus my debate over participating in NANOWRIMO this year have been keeping me from working on this too much, I figured it was time to put this up since the last chapter was posted in September... 

The rest of the day went by with a subtle ease. The temperature was just perfect for a coat and Diego seemed to have nowhere to be. Bordering on the miraculous, it was the man himself who asked her if she wanted to go out and have fun. Feeling caught off guard, Jazmine elected to throw caution to the wind and suggest something other than a fancy nightclub to hang out in. And when Diego heard the name, his jaw dropped. 

Two-Bit’s Retro Arcade. 

He did not ask why (though he did scoff, but more so in amusement than derision). Julio was elated to hear the address (apparently he’d been before), and Miguel looked crestfallen to have to stay at the penthouse. The journey from ritzy apartment to 25 cent arcade felt like being washed in time, stepping backwards into her past with a piece that didn't belong in that memory. 

The place was decently busy, there seemed to be no parties bigger than five. A collection of young kids took up the classics section, rotating between Dig Dug, Pac Man, and Tapper Light. The young man who played pinball every day was there. She didn't know his name but she knew his three letter handle because he had the highest score on every pinball machine in the arcade. The rest were small and easygoing groups, buying beers and gathering around prize winning claw games or Dance Dance Revolution. 

"Do they have air hockey?," Diego asked over her shoulder. He was dressed down per her request, in a simple hoodie and jeans. She kept glancing at him, feeling drawn to the simplicity of liking a simple man. 

"Over here." She had no intention of hiding how familiar she was with this place. Diego gave Julio a nod and the man dissolved into the background but was never out of sight. Suddenly, Jazmine became very aware that there were now at least two guns in this public space. Air hockey was... occupied. "Looks like a college tournament. Come on, we're not going to be able to play for like a week." 

She grabbed his arm to guide him away, but the man didn't budge. He stared those college boys down, looking for a fight. If he started something… 

"Diego. Diego! Please… it's just a game, I know a better one we won't have to share." 

At last he acquiesced and followed behind, never more than a foot away. She didn't realize she was holding her breath and wondered if those guys noticed his staring… they probably thought it was normal though. 

Jazmine brought Diego to the darkest corner of the arcade where nobody was or needed to pass by. If she stopped dead in her tracks, Diego would have tripped over her immediately for how close he was, but now that he had her exclusive attention, she didn't mind. She gestured to her favorite game and smiled. 

"Welcome to Marvel Vs Capcom: Clash of Superheroes," she announced. "Nobody plays this version because there's a huge glitch that sometimes makes one character untouchable." 

"OK." Diego wore a sly grin. No doubt he intended to find the cheat character and win all matches, but Jazmine knew all of this game's little secrets. 

Unsurprisingly, Diego's first pick was Wolverine. Jazmine refrained from rolling her eyes and let him work through the board of player characters, picking her own at random and sometimes picking the one she knew would fair better against his character to make it an even game. She watched his brow grow tighter and tighter as he couldn't find the broken character. He even switched up strategies– picking the characters that looked the least strong and working up from there (the opposite of his earlier choices). At last, he picked Chun-Li, having not noticed Jazmine picked it three times already, and he glanced at her face once more to see if she reacted, but the woman gave nothing away. Not until he looked towards the screen did she crack a smile. 

The way the smugness drained off of Diego's face made her smile broaden. He looked at the controls as if they were to blame, then to Jazmine and back to the screen where Chun Li had walked off of the edge of the screen. Annoyed, he leaned over the controls menacingly and waited for an explanation from the Cheshire cat grin on his partner's face. 

It took her awhile to answer him– she was trying really hard to fight the bubbling laughter in her belly. "Yeah, that um… that's what I was talking about. If you play the same character four times, the game breaks. You can't be hit but you also can't hit and you need to hold down the joystick to keep from walking off the edge of the screen… if you let them get away, well… you have to unplug the whole system." 

Diego looked pissed. He stared her down for so long she gulped but eventually, he freed her from his penetrative gaze. His hand slipped under her jacket and found a home at the base of her spine, and suddenly she was being whisked away towards the bathrooms. 

"Where are we–" 

Diego wasted not a breath and pushed her into the women's bathroom (unsurprisingly closet sized), before crowding her space to step inside and lock the door behind. Her heart began to pound against her chest as he turned and fixed her with a commanding glare. He moved as sly as a big cat, forcing her to find purchase against the tiny wood counter with the sink and leaning over her with his lips pressed to her nose. 

He said something softly in Spanish that she didn't understand, but it sounded sultry and it sent a pleasant shiver down her back. She thought he was going to kiss her, but then there was something hard and heavy he pressed into her hand. 

A gun. 

Her eyes bulged– glancing quickly between him and the shiny dark metal of the killing contraption– and shook her head minutely. 

"Take it," he said. She just kept shaking her head, hiding her hands beneath her arms and feeling dizzy, on the verge of passing out. He growled. "I wasn't asking." 

If he wasn't pressed against her, she would be rocking for comfort. Jazmine did not like guns. Her eyes misted over as she whispered, "why?" 

"They've been following us since we left." He slid the wretched mechanism up along her arm and let it rest just below her collarbone. "Haagen's men probably. They're getting bolder– probably by their master's orders." He tilted his head as if he was speaking of something completely mundane as he said, "did you really think those air hockey guys were college students? It's a Thursday." 

Jazmine didn't mean to whimper, but she managed to keep her tears at bay long enough to touch a finger to the gun, not quite taking it, but letting him know she would. She let him show her the safety and slipped it into the back of her pants, careful not to hurt her and demonstrating an awareness of her southpaw. He was almost hugging her when he finally stepped back (as far as the little toilet would allow). When his heel clinked against the porcelain, he turned to make sure he hadn't stepped in a mess, and Jazmine bolted. 

~

"Hello?" 

There was no one else's voice she wanted to hear more than that of Lashawn Mann. Jazmine felt guilt well up alongside the anxiety that had been threatening to consume her for weeks. 

"Mama?" Her voice sounded so small in her own ears. "Can I come over and see you?" 

"Of course, baby. You can come see me right now: I'm at your place." 

Jazmine caught a cab from Essex street home, and though Diego possessed an acute lack of awareness for personal space or feelings, he did leave her alone for a while. No SUVs with fake licenses trailed her home, no voicemails and no texts came through. She put it in airplane mode to make sure things stayed that way. She had a thought to drop Healy's hearing aid down a drain but put it in her pocket instead. 

Lashawn was waiting with Hercules. The tiny bit of annoyance Jazmine usually felt about getting slobbered on washed away the instant she saw her furry grey friend. The woman plopped her butt onto the ground and let the dog run amok in excitement to see her again. 

"Mom…" Hercules settled down in her lap and weighed her to the earth like an anchor for a ship at sea. "If something happens to me, will you take care of her?" 

"What do you mean 'if something happens to you'? Child, I ain't heard from you in two months and you come back with that?" Lashawn sat down on the floor despite her bad knees and leaned on her daughter's shoulder. "Baby, what's going on with you?" 

~

Estupido. She shouldn't have run away like that. 

Diego was overthinking in the backseat while Julio sat in perfect silence. The driver would have preferred the radio on, but his boss demanded the proper atmosphere to brood in. Taking what little he knew of the woman, Jazmine was probably going to retreat to her apartment since he lived in the only other place she was safe. Whatever– she would return in her own time. Unless her own time hindered their operation. 

We can't lose this opportunity. We are so close to Porsche and revenge. Hurry up, cariño. Make our next move. 

Diego was stuck deep inside his head even as he stood with his sister hours later in yet another huge warehouse with examples to be made of. Alicia wiped the blade of her knife onto her bodyguard's sleeve, then turned the blade over to her brother. 

"Finish the last one, will you?" 

Diego hummed, distracted by the conversation at the edge of the half circle. He did not like what he heard. He dug the blade straight into the crying man's heart, then cut his throat just for good measure. The blood on his hands was drying before he was able to speak again. He and Alicia were sat in her limo across from each other. She tactfully ignored his piercing gaze, while he worried the stickiness between his fingers mindlessly. 

"What's this I hear about you staying in New York?" 

Alicia glanced coolly up from inspecting her nails. "What do you mean? Someone needs to run the business." 

"That's what that idiot and your little fuck toy Dre are for. They deal with shit here while we get Porsche back, and then we go home. Together." 

"No," she shrugged. "Dre can't be trusted, Diego. I'm staying, you're going back to Mexico. We can split parent: the girl comes to live with me for a while and then with you. Every month or so…?" 

Diego's hands ball into fists and his teeth hurt from the pressure of keeping his jaw closed. Fucking puta, he thought as the car slowed to a stop. Exiting the car, the man pulled himself up to his full height and reveled in the brief moment of fear that registered on her face. 

"I'm not your errand boy, hermana. I don't do things because you think it's convenient. And I won't be sent away like an annoying pest so you can trounce about in luxury while I'm stuck doing peasant work. Am I the only one worried about that little fucking girl?" 

Through the marble stonework of her mask, he saw the cracks in her armor. "We can talk about this later, Diego." 

"Do you even want her back?," he sneered. 

"Stop it!" 

Alicia pushed him out of her way and disappeared quickly, her entourage scurrying to follow her. Diego looked to his men to find them with their eyes cast down as if they were witness to something they should never see. He stormed away with his head full of rage and more questions than answers. 

~

Meanwhile in a stuffy police office space, Healy was getting chewed out. His superiors figured him out, and now he was sat in interrogation with a furious pair of agents awaiting an explanation and disciplinary action. 

"You took it too far, Healy," his boss said. "I mean, you have really outdone yourself this time." 

"Yes sir." 

"Fucking A, right!" Agent Brasa slammed her hand on the table. No doubt she was chewing a huge wad of nicotine gum and gunning for his immediate firing. "This was our case, Healy, ours. Mine and Holbrooke, not yours!" 

Holbrooke remained ever brooding, silently leaning against the wall and watching the scene unfold. Though they made remained neutrally poised, he could tell by the pinch in their brow they were just as angry as Brasa. Healy had given up trying to talk to Brasa, and instead appealed to Holbrooke this time. 

"You two have every right to be angry with me–" 

"Oh do I??" Brasa cut in, "I didn't realize I needed your permission to be pissed off!" 

"-- but I did it because I had an 'in.' I saw an opportunity that only I could have seized, and–" 

"Are you really going to let him get away with this, Stahlworth?" Brasa looked accusingly at their boss, who merely scratched at his neck and closed his eyes as if keeping them open pained him greatly. 

"Brasa. Holbrooke. Out. I'll handle this the way I see fit– and don't argue with me, Marie, or I'll put you on suspension." 

The two stormed out into the hall, and finally Healy was able to breathe. As soon as he had been confronted by Stahlworth, he had come clean– setting up a covert op without agency permission and using a civilian to distract the perp while he slipped a mole into the organization and collected information. Brasa and Holbrooke had done amazing work– they discovered Haagen was the head, profiled the victims, and knew many of the locations of the exchanges– but they couldn't get any further to seizure warrants or when the exchanges were taking place. 

Healy looked pleadingly at Stahlworth. "They didn't have the resources to cover all those locations with proper 24 hour surveillance, Jack. Haagen is always one step ahead of them– of us– anyways because someone in this very organization is on his payroll. I don't need the glory, I don't want the case to myself– I just want this fucker behind bars. If you have to suspend me, I understand, if you have to fire me, I get it– but please don't throw out my evidence. People's lives are on the line, and Brasa and Holbrooke need this info–" 

"Who's your informant?" Healy snapped his mouth shut as the dreaded words left Stahlworth to hang menacingly in the air. "Healy? Who. Is your. Informant? Who are you working with? Give me a clearer picture of what you've been up to, and maybe I'll ask the DA to go easy on your ass." 

Healy gritted his teeth and dug his heels in. "I can't tell you any of that. A mole for a mole, I can't afford to trust that the eyes and ears in this very room are sound. Now if you want to pass this case back over to the agents it belongs to, I just have a few conditions concerning the safety of–" 

"Is this about Meghan?," Stahlworth asked. 

Healy's voice died in his throat. A lump formed and he had to swallow it down before it consumed him completely. Standing from his chair, Healy buttoned his coat and came face to face with his boss. 

"This is about the kids I can still save. Sir."

~

After LaShawn helped Jazmine pack her belongings, the daughter decided to take Hercules to the park for some fresh air. Her mother had made it clear she wanted Jazmine to move back in with her since she'd lost her job, but what she didn't know was that before Healy and Haagen, Jazmine was two months behind on rent, and she should have lost the lease to her apartment weeks ago. As it stood now, the landlord hadn’t bothered her once– so someone was paying her bills. Exactly who would remain a mystery as Diego, Healy, and Haagen possessed the means and the interest in keeping her in New York City, so she tried not to think too hard about it. 

Jazmine picked a spot in the grass and let Herc off the leash. She threw a beat up tennis ball with a little cheap plastic arm and watched her happy grey pupper zip around picnickers and other dog walkers, always stopping to be petted by every little girl and boy who squealed happily to see her. The woman was jumpy and constantly on edge, but for some reason she barely flinched when Diego sat down next to her. 

"I'll be honest, I'm glad you're here," she said without looking his way. 

He took the plastic arm and threw the next ball watching Hercules trot over hill and dale for this throw. "Did Healy tell you about Porsche?" 

Jazmine turned to see the dark bags under Diego's eyes. "He said something about a missing baby… is that what you mean?" 

The man leaned into her shoulder. "Yes." 

"I'm sorry, Diego." 

"I want my baby back, Jazmine. I want to watch her grow up happy and healthy and loved." He turns to look at her with an expression of maturity she didn't think he was capable of. "That's why I need you. We need you. You're probably scared, but you can't be more scared than that little girl is right now." 

It felt like a punch to the gut. Part of her was annoyed by his dismissal of her fear, but for the most part she understood. It wasn't hard to figure out what happened to older girls and boys in Haagen's ring, but what the fuck was he doing with babies? The thought twisted her stomach until her head ached from nausea. 

Diego continued, scratching at his eye to cover the build up of tears that threatened to spill out. "Healy said he found evidence of sales for kids under 13 that looked more like adoption papers than anything. Requirements for private education and a separate bedroom, things like that. He said he has a stack with no names but six of them are around her age with the name of the adoptive parents on it. It's a start." 

"It's a very good start." Jazmine placed her hand on Diego's back and let him curl into her side with a sigh. "It means she's still alive, that's fantastic... do you think Haagen noticed the papers were missing? He probably has so many…" 

Diego shrugged noncommittally and dragged her down to lay in the grass with Hercules. As he did, she felt the gun in her pants dig into her back, tightening that fist clenched around her heart. She was safe for now, in this moment. But would she ever be again?

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Heck yeck!! I'm Hitting you with a request,, Can you write a very sick/pukey yuuri at a competition who hides that he's unwell from Viktor until He's feeling so bad that he has to get off the ice as fast as he can. Welcome btw, looking forward to sending you more requests.

Thank you for the request and the welcome!

Why does this have to happen now…? Yuuri wondered to himself miserably, grimacing as his stomach turned for the umpteenth time since that morning. It had started off as something similar to hunger pangs, quick bouts of intense lightheaded queasiness, few and far between, but it had progressed steadily into full blown nausea. Yuuri could feel it in his throat, like he could start gagging at any moment. 

Leaning over the sink of the skating rink’s bathroom, thankfully alone, Yuuri took deep breaths through his nose, willing his stomach to settle. He coughed a few times, trying to rid himself of the need to gag, but it did little to alleviate it. Quickly, Yuuri was forced to accept the fact that this feeling would most likely be following him onto the ice, and that thought made him anxious. 

After splashing some cold water on his face and drying his skin, in the mirror Yuuri took a good look at himself. He was pale and haggard, dark circles hanging just beneath his eyes. He sighed, disheartened by the situation. Of all the times to be coming down with something, it had to be on the day of the competition.

Feeling safe that he was in no immediate danger of throwing up, Yuuri stepped away from the sinks and made for the door. He was cut short by it suddenly opening when he was about to reach for the handle. Startled, he stepped back, trying to get out of the person’s way, only to see Viktor staring at him with a frown.

“Yuuri, you’ve been in here forever.” The coach complains. “I was waiting for ten minutes. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Yuuri answered, but knew that an explanation was due. “I just had to take a moment to breathe. I guess it was nerves.” He lied, saying the first excuse that came to his head. 

“Nerves?” Viktor’s expression softened and an arm was snaked around his pupils shoulders. “Yuuri, you have nothing to be nervous about. You’ve been practicing hard for this. Besides, you have the best coach.”

Internally, Yuuri celebrated that Viktor had bought his excuse and nodded with a sheepish grin. “Yeah,” he agreed.

By the time they got back to the rink, the skate just before his was finishing, bringing an immediate wave of dread over Yuuri. He was faced with the reality that had been looming over his head much sooner than he had anticipated it seemed. 

“Talk about timing,” Viktor commented with a smile as he watched JJ glide off the ice. He then turned his gaze to Yuuri, who was taking off his skate guards. “You’re up, Yuuri.”

The Japanese skater stepped onto the ice and faced his coach at the wall. “Whatever happens, I’ll give this skate the best I can,” he promised, offering a weak smile. 

Viktor took Yuuri’s hand and and laid a delicate kiss on his knuckles. “Give it your all, Yuuri.”

And with that, Yuuri moved to the center of the ring and after a moment, the music began. He followed the tune, but with heavy legs, it was hard to stay in time. His muscles burned from being used, wanting nothing more than to collapse underneath him, and as he came to his first jump, that’s exactly what they did.

As soon as his blades left the ice, he knew it was bad. His tired legs had produced no height and not nearly enough speed. His quad turned into a pathetic attempt of a jump and a face plant. His sick body crashed onto the ice hard and he lay there for a moment, still and listening to the crowd gasp and then go silent. He could only imagine the horror on Viktor’s face at that moment.

Weakly, Yuuri scrambled onto his hands and knees, his eyes blurry as the world spun around him. The nausea sitting like a brick in his belly began to climb back up his throat again, and this time, there was little he could do to stop it. His willpower was as fever-ridden as he was. 

Clamping his hand over his mouth, Yuuri thrust himself toward the exit of the rink, hardly able to stay upright. Viktor was there to receive him, worry evident in his face. Yuuri did not stop, however, pushing past the Russian and making toward the restroom again.

Once inside, Yuuri fell before the nearest toilet and immediately vomited. Harsh retching scraped his throat and acid burned in its wake. He could hardly breathe. Again and again, bile, though not much, was forcing itself painfully up, bringing tears to his eyes.

Yuuri was only slightly aware of the hands that were on him suddenly or the voice cooing in his ear as his stomach relieved itself against his will. “Easy, easy…” Viktor’s voice coaxed as he knelt down and began to rub circles into Yuuri’s back softly. “You’ll be all right.”

Ashamed of himself and of his pathetic attempt of a performance, the tears that were initially from strain began to flow more easily. Between gagging and coughing, trying to regain his breath, he was apologizing, and sobbing, and mumbling other incoherent, fevered words. “I’m so- sorry… I’m sorry.” He hiccuped pitifully.

Viktor continued massaging his back and moved closer, offering his body as support for the weak boy. His head rested on Yuuri’s shoulder, eyes closed and brows knitted in empathy. “Sh…” He crooned softly, shaking his head. “It’s okay, Yuuri.”

When at last Yuuri’s stomach had a scrap of mercy, Viktor took that as his cue to clean him up a bit. He broke off a bit of toilet paper and used it to wipe Yuuri’s lips before flushing the mess away. Yuuri fell into him, exhausted, heat radiating from his body. “Let’s get you home.” Viktor suggests, completely disregarding the rest of the competition. Yuuri was his priority.

Yuuri, longing for the comfort of his bed and his own home, did not argue. 

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I'm stuck with family... (Stories found on Slaveboys -Jabril)

What's in the box? 1. The day after Christmas. This all started one board morning in December between Christmas and the new year, it was minus six out side and there was nothing on the TV. I Started to randomly graze the local news paper; I say graze because the top story was about the local football club having found a run away goat eating the pitch the day before. Yes it was that sort of paper. Equally the football team should have employed the goat rather than take it home, as they would have faired better with it as their manager.   Any way, I continue to read if only to delay the next conversation about the weather or another Turkey sandwich. Obituaries, adverts, the agony aunt � raised a few smiles, though to the classified adverts. I almost went to look at a trampoline just for the 2 hour drive to escape from the house. However I resisted and started reading the personal ads'. Among them there was something unusual... I say among them, it was near the other 'Same Sex' adverts. Wanted � male aged 25 � 35, hight and weigh proportionate and in good health to undergo an intense even severe physical and psychological examination. BOX 2356 The advert stood out a mile, I'd not seen a word with more than 2 syllables in the whole time I'd been reading. I decided to call BOX 2356 to find out more, but first I had to find some where quiet where my whole family would here what I was up to. Off to the bathroom! The greeting message played... �If you decide to continue to apply to take part in this examination be aware that you will be tested to ensure you meet the selection criteria. These tests may take a number of unusual forms and only the candidates who complete all of them will qualify to progress to the second stage. Successful completion of the second stage will result in the candidate receiving a personal reward for taking part. Precautions will be taken to ensure the candidate remains unharmed. If you wish to progress to testing please key in your mobile number at the end of this message.�

I must confess I was gob smacked by it and sat there listening to the static on the end of the message until the pre-recorded voice started again. It just started to repeat the message again, but that was enough to wake me up. I hung up and headed back the the living room to find my family had started playing some random game that only ever came out at Christmas. I reluctantly joined them; as it was a change from the paper. By mid afternoon the game was long over and half the house was asleep and the other half playing with new toys. My mind started to wander, I was board again and still a little curious about the advert. I called it again, this time leaving my number. Almost immediately my phone chirped, but it was just a conformation text from the message box thing in the paper... 'Reply Yes to this message to pass your mobile number the holder of box 2356, reply No or simply do nothing if you don't want us to pass on your number' I sent a yes to the number and waited, minutes turned in to hours... nothing happened. I think I'd decided it was just a scam and given up on it when my phone chirped with a message from a number I didn't know. 'Stage 1 testing take 2 or 3 hours and isnt to involved, can you get to Ambridge for 10am tomorrow? Yes or No' Ambridge is a market town (one of the few) covered by the circulation of the paper, so close enough. I reply yes if only to ensure the next day isn't as dull as this one has been. The reply comes back �Market square 10am dont be late�. I have hundreds of questions running though my head after this, but the messages are rather abrupt. So I decide they will keep until we meet the next day and simply reply 'no problem, see you there' as I head to bed.

2. The next morning.... I was tired and a little grumpy; never sleep well on the guest bed at my family home. Thankfully no one else is really about, so I simple call out as I leave 'Off in to town, text me if you want anything and I'll bring it back later, bye' I get a muffled 'OK, bye love' from somewhere in the recesses of upstairs. Coat, scaff and gloves on I head out to defrost the car and head off towards Ambridge, my phone chirps on the way but I'm good and leave it. Then it chirps again as I pull into a car park on the edge of town. The messages were Withheld � Your appointment today has been changed, disused bandstand opposite station car park. 10am sharp. Mother � Pls gt a wht lf The second message was the easy one... think she is after bread. So I reply simply OK... The first message is more tricky, I assume it's from the same source as the previous text, but I don't know for sure. I decide to call the number from the other night and see if I get an answer... straight to voice mail. I start to wonder what I should do, then I realize I've been walking towards the station for the last 5 minutes on auto pilot. I tell my self 'in for a penny, in for a pound' and keep walking. I arrive at the bandstand, but there isn't a sole near it. I lean against one of the pillars and wait, it gets to 10am and I'm still there alone. Another 10min goes by, nothing... I start to walk away assuming it's a no show when. Withheld � Patience, turn around. The box is for you. I look back at the still deserted bandstand, only to see a small brown/grey box right in the centre. I pause and have the uneasy feeling I'm being watched. Withheld � Go on then.

Now I know I am... I walk forward looking round to spot someone holding a phone; there aren't many people around... who could it be? I reach the box and bend to pick it up. Withheld � Swap with me, use the gents in the station to get changed. The box contained a white T-shirt, white jock strap and a pair of socks. I put the lid back on and start to wonder what I'm getting my self into. Withheld � I don't want you to freeze, so we'll trade bottom layers. I cross the road and duck in to the one cubical in the toilets that can be locked from the inside... the other 2 doors looked broken. The one I was in didn't give full privacy... there was clearly a glory hole between it and next door. I carefully start to strip and change as I hear someone else enter the room out side, then another. I'm just putting the socks on... half balanced half standing on top on my shoes (cause the floors filth) when... Withheld � good so far, but I've decided I want a sample. Poke your cock though to next door. I start to bend down to look though the hole, when the 3rd person in there slams the door and I jump up realizing I'm still not dresses. Withheld � don't mind him, now or never. So I grab the top edge of the cubical for balance and poke my cock though the hole. A gentle hand touches it, then 2 start to work it as I become more and more aroused. This goes on for a a little while until I'm very horny and ready to explode. Then I feel a toung on my cock head, then a mouth... my god did this guy know how to give good head. Withheld � That's enough of that for now, bandstand as soon as you are dressed. The mouth and hands vanish, leaving me air fucking a hole in a toilet cubical wall. My texter clearly isn't alone. I finish getting dressed, the provided jock/socks are nice so I don't have a problem putting my socks, pants and shirt into the box as requested. I have to pull my coat down to try and hide the obvious erection I now have... I get to the bandstand, but there is still no one there. However there was another box identical to the one I was now holding with my worn socks and paints in. Withheld � Hope you are having fun now, leave your box and take the new one. I swap them over and immediately...

Withheld � If you want to earn some more of the same you have 7min exactly to post the contents of the new box to your home address and get back to the bandstand I open the box to find another box, covered in brown paper Withheld � there's a queue at the post office and you just wasted 20 seconds I drop the outer box on the ground next to the one containing my underwear and walk briskly to the post office; not stopping to look round to see who takes the box. It only takes 2min to get there, but there are several people lined up. So I join the queue and grab a pen and put the address on the package... I really want some more of that guy sucking my cock; I will the queue to move faster. I don't stop to think if I should be sending mystery packages to my self. I reach the window and all but though the box at the postman in the cubical...   Withheld � 1 min to go. I bolt from the post office, and sprint for the bandstand. Before I'm half way... Withheld � times up. I keep running hoping he can't see and arrive at the bandstand 30 seconds late and breathing heavily. Withheld � Next time you won't waste 20 seconds thinking when I give you instructions. You only get 1 more chance to redeem yourself. I was disappointed and started to look down at my feet. I notice the empty box I dropped then I left for the post office was still on the floor, the the other had gone.   Withheld � Don't look so glum, you get 1 more chance.

I quickly look round trying to spot him, as the tingles run up my spine knowing he is watching. No one looking that I could tell... Withheld � bye for now, go home. I'm disappointed and still rather horny, but start to walk away. I make it to the edge of the road Withheld � and take the rubbish home, you'll need it next time. I turn back... the empty box is still there. I wander back and pick it up, turn and start back across town towards my Car and boredom back at home. All in all it had been a diverting couple of hours out, but I would have given anything to have cum in that bathroom. I can't believe I'm letting some completely unseen guy wind me round his finger like this... more to the point I don't understand why I'm letting him. I just put it down to being exceptionally horny. I stop for bread on the way to the Car, towns busy by now lots of people in the shops as the sales are in full swing. Much later that evening when I'm sitting down to dinner with the family, chirp chirp.   Withheld � your next set of tests will take a full day and start when you get your parcel. Just remember do first think second the next time. Mother enquires about who the message was from, I respond 'No one special' put the phone away and continue to eat dinner.

3. How Slow is the Post. For the next few days I'm up and looking for the parcel I sent to my self. It's only coming from just down the road; but 3 days and nothing! Every day I question weather I used this address, paid the postage and especially what was in it. At last on new years eve there is a knock and the postman hands over the package. Better still no one even knew it arrived so far as I could tell. Good for me... didn't want to have to explain it to anyone at home. I head to the bathroom, to get some privacy to finally open it.   The outer paper is off before the bathroom door is locked, it revels another gray-brown box. Next the lids on the floor and I see the contents for the first time. A typed note and a key on a wrist band with number 166... I feel a little silly having gone to hide in the bathroom for that; then better safe than sorry. The key goes in my pocket and my attention turns to the note. 'You have just about proven you can follow instructions, or you wouldn't be reading this. However you need to improve on that during your fitness test. You'll have to get up early, follow orders and break a sweat to earn your next treat. Let me know you received this e-mail controler.boss@gmail.com I flush the toilet for no reason, gab the box and the litter and head to the bin; closely followed by my room & Laptop. I want to ask all kinds of questions, but I some how know I wouldn't get answers. So I send a simple message, 'I have the key, what's next?' Later that evening... I go back and check my messages for the 4th time.

From: Controler.boss@gmail.com Subject: Your fitness test. Message: Thanks to new year celebrations you are going to have to wait until Tuesday when opening hours return to normal. You will be taking the day off, so make arrangements if you have to. Be at Morden station at 7am, be wearing trainers and the white ankle socks / underwear I sent you home in last time. Bring the key. Boss

The day off is easy; I'd not planned to go back for another week. Morden is a little village that barely registers on the map, miles from anywhere. It's one saving grace is the fact it has a train station. I'm a little apprehensions about meeting there because it's deserted most of the time, at lease in town there were a few people around to hear me if I shouted for help. Still I can always jump back in the car and run away... So I reply � ' See you Tuesday' The new year passes as uneventfully as ever, the days drag on. Don't get me wrong it's nice to see family, but I prefer them in small doses. No more messages or texts appear either, I start to think I've been forgotten. But I still set my alarm for an early start, so I'm up and slip out of the house before anyone else. Mainly because I don't think I could come up with a lie about what I'm doing up at that hour; so better no one asks. It's further to go than Ambridge, but at that time of the morning it's quiet and the nip in the air from the frost keeps me awake. I just get to Morden for 7; but still no message. 7.05 � still nothing until 3 cars turn up in quick succession, men in suits jump out and head to the platform to catch the city train. Within minutes they have boarded and gone. 7.10 � The frost is making the windows steam up, so I zip up my puffa jacket, pull on my hat and start to pace up and down in the car park. 7.15 � I'm set to get back in the car and go, feeling foolish for even turning up...

Withheld � Time to catch a train, your tickets in the out put bin or the machine where I just left it. Far platform and hurry the trains about due. I Zap the car as I cross the car park, the tickets are there... but the only people I'd seen already left in the other direction. So how did they get there? No time to think... I grab the 2 parts as the train pulls in; along the platform, over the crossing and in just as the doors close. The ticket is good for 3 stops down the line, looks like I'm off to the coast for some sea air... 35 minutes roll passed. The announcement to say the train terminates here plays, I stand up and head to the doors.   Withheld � time for a treat, last carriage last seat on the right. Get it before you leave the train. I turn and start walking to the back, he's here some where... I keep looking as I head back; no-one stands out. I reach the back seat but find nothing. Then I notice a small grey brown box in the overhead luggage shelf. I calmly pick it up and step off the train. This one is lighter than the last... I wonder what I have now? The sea air greets me as I walk towards the exit of the station as I discreetly peek in the box. I'm surprised to find a swipe card with the words 'hannets guest' printed on it. Withheld � It will get you in to the Holiday complex half way down station road. 5 min to be in the gate � go. I start to walk briskly, only to realize I'm walking towards the end of the road I'm already at. Swiftly turn round and go the other way... The stations a long way from the sea, so station road must be a mile long. So my brisk walk turns into a jog, then a run... Withheld � That's more like it. I look round but still don't see anyone; 'who is he'. Withheld � Times up. You need more motivation to work hard for me. I'm not sure what that is meant to mean; but I keep running and arrive at the gate for the holiday complex at least a minute late. If I'd run the whole way I might have managed 5 miniutes. I swipe the card at the pedestrian gate and it pops open. I start to take in the interior of the place; it's in good order � looks expensive. But it's the dead of winter so there aren't many signs of life and there I am puffing from my run. Withheld � Obstacle course, in the trees on the far side of the site. 2 laps in 6 min. Go.

I start at first to jog, then run. I unzip my coat as I pass the other buildings on site � A closed shop, an arcade, pool and gym, closed bar, Equipment hire place... then more less expensive looking accommodation. I scoop my hat off and in to a pocket as I arrive at the course... looks like 6 wooden things in a loop. Didn't look that long and there was a bench in the middle so I go there first and dump my jacket.

Withheld � Warm then? 4 min to go. First wooden thing was sit up bars � the sign said to do 10. Next were monkey bars, some step ups with a do 20 sign. Up the Net climb, along the cable bridge, down the pole... crawl though a part burred concrete pipe that would be wet but for the ice. Last over the gate jump and a 50m dash to the start glancing at my coat to check it's still there. Then round again with my heart pounding, sweating and getting to be a mess. I start the sprint to the end... Withheld � Better, you need to do better than that. I collapse on the bench with my coat, 'How much do I have to do'. Withheld � Gym. Card at the door. Key in the locker; leave the box I've left for you there until later. Get a towel and clean your self up. The pimply assistant takes little notice as I walk into the gym but at least makes the effort to gesture at the pile of clean towels on the end of the counter. I find the male room and locate locker 166 and try my key. It opens and sure enough there is another grey � brown box in the back. I dump my coat and precede to strip to the towel and head to the shower taking the key with me. I'm quickly clean and back to my phone in the locker. Withheld � Box, dress, sauna. I'll come set the timer to give you a tar when you are in. So he's in the building, am I finally going to meet him in a sauna? I roll the towel up and put it in the locker as I take the box out. In side there were 2 things; a printed note Warning � translucent when wet and a pair of white swimming trunks. Who's going to see me here anyway... I pull them on without stopping to think. They don't leave much to the imagination, but the place is mostly empty. I tell my self no one will notice as I clip the locker key to them. I head out of the locker room, passed a 50m pool to 3 small separate sauna areas.   Each area had a door with a port hole window, next to each door was a thermostat and clock. The first one was already occupied by a couple of round old dears with it set on low. You could hear them cackling from out side; I guess that it makes for a nice place to sit and chat when it's like that. I head to the far one, close the door and sit facing it. A couple of minutes pass, then a shape appears in front of the window. He must be a tall, all I see is chest and neck in the window. At that moment the steam starts to pour in and I can feel the temperature going up. I expect the door to open, but the shape moves away. I'm a little dejected to think he didn't come in, but part of me is enjoying the game we are clearly playing. I lay back and enjoy the heat, it makes a change from the cold every where else. That's short lived as the temperate keeps increasing. What feels like half an hour passes, no sound from the timer or sign of my mystery man. The sweat is dripping off me, breathing is hard work in the heat. There was a tap on the door � the life guard popped his head in. 'You OK in there mate, isn't everyone that runs it this hot?' I sit up and say 'fine'. That raises a rye smile from him, so I ask 'how long have I got left on the clock?' He grins back at me 'it's been run down for 5 minutes, that's why I came to ask'. 'Shit, I didn't notice. Sorry' I get up and head for the door. 'Not the only thing you missed, mate' and hands me a towel. I give him a blank look and he gestures down as I reach the door. Firstly I turn bright red, then I start to get aroused as I apologise repeatedly... the white trunks are now translucent trunks thanks to all the sweat. I hastily wrap the towel round my waist and head to the changing room.

4. The price of Stuff. I unlock the locker to see my phone flashing and a printed note on top of my things. 'You don't think that's the only key do you?' He could have taken my stuff, but there it all was. Now the message... Withheld � You've passed basic inspection. Now you have a choice to make, take your things and go or do 20 lengths . If you swim we move to phase 2 and will be busy all day. Phase 2 is more intense.   We started early, so it's barely 10am by now. If I go I don't get to see him, have no chance of the other half of what was going on in the toilets. Equally, I'd go back to being board. What's 'phase 2' when it's at home anyway? Clearly he's not out to mug me... I sit in the changing room and weigh up the options for a couple of minutes before I decide to take a swim to see what happened next. I do the lengths quickly, this time grabbing the towel as soon as I can to hide my dick and arse from the cute life guard. I go directly back to the locker, to see what the next message was. When I open the door this time it's a bit more of a shock; firstly the note. 'I've taken some of your things, to make you earn them back. Go take a cold shower, then get dressed in the outfit provided. Start at the top of the pile and work down. Dump the see though trunks in the bin, unless you want to keep them. When you are ready bring everything you find in the locker with you and head back to the train station; it's time to use your return ticket' My shoes and socks were at the bottom of the pile, but the rest of my stuff had gone. Keys, wallet, phone & cloths; there was a half full bottle of water, an old mobile phone, a key. The pile of cloths that was there looked like it was manly Lycra with something glinting silver on top of the pile. I pick it up for a closer look � turns out to be a sleet cock ring. I remember my instructions and put it all back and take a shower first. The cool water helps me calm down; he has me in his pocket and I'm excited and scared. This game has been giving me a buzz until now; suddenly it feels more serious.   There are more people around now, so the changing room is no longer empty when I'm dry from the shower. I'm not sure how to put the cock ring on without drawing attention. In the end I take it and the top layer from the pile to the bathroom and start to dress in one of the stalls. The cock ring has the immediate effect of making me aroused. Next for the Lycra... it was some sort of sleeveless all in one thing with short legs and a zip from the neck down part way. It was a squeeze to put it on, like with the other items he had provided it was on the small side. I can see both my balls and my now erect dick pointing at my belly button.

I couldn't really hide it, so I stride back to the locker and keep my back to the room; hoping no one will see. Next I find my still muddy track suit top. Then socks, so I have to step back to sit and put them on. I keep nervously half looking round as I go. The last item of clothing turn out to be my still muddy track suit bottoms. Shoes next. The water bottle goes in one pocket, the phone, new key and return part of my train ticket in the other. I still to this day have no idea why I kept the trunks, but I wringed as much water out as I could and put them in the pocket with the water bottle. Then I head out passed the attendant, to the gate I'd arrived though a couple of hours earlier. On to the pavement and back towards the station. By the time I arrived I was feeling a little chilly, but wasn't as cold as I'd expected to be. The Lycra was keeping me quiet warm, the departure board tells me I have a short wait for the next train back so I find a seat on the platform so I can start to look at the phone. It has one number saved � mine. It's sent and receive a couple of messages to... apparently to me. This was the phone 'Withheld' had first exchanged messages with me on. There isn't any credit left to make a call, but the battery is nearly full. Then I get a message, from me... it has to be withheld, he has my phone. 'I like my new phone, not sure you'll like yours as much. Don't miss the train and drink your water' I board the train about a minute after that and slowly sip the water for the 3 stops worth of journey back to the isolated station of Morden. I spent most of the journey wondering what was going to come next and what intense thing I would have to do to earn my stuff back. Thanks to the constant reminder of the cock ring and the Lycra it was difficult to think of much else.

5. Is Moved Stolen? The Journey passes quickly, the phone remains silent. I am the only person to get off at Morden station; clearly a very popular place to go at 11am. I walk down to my locked Car and start to wonder if I could break in if I needed to when the brick in my pocket vibrates. 'Time to take a ride � the key is for the bike at the end of the row' I turn back to the station building and walk to the end. I'd seen the racks when I pulled in, so I unlock the bike in the rack- it isn't just the one at the end; it's the only one. Skinny road tyres and a skinny saddle, breaks worked even thou it had seen better days. Phone goes again... 'Dump the dirty track suit next to your car, you're going to work up a sweat on the bike for me' I wheel the bike back to the car, I feel the cold of the air as I pull the track suit off. Equally lycra and a cock ring didn't leave much to any onlookers imagination. I shiver a little, but the next message soon arrives. 'Left out of the car park over the crossing, then first right down the narrow road to the cross roads. Left there up the hill, right at the top in to a lane. The barn at the end � look for a box.' I re-read the directions so I'm sure where to head, when a second message arrives. 'You have 20min to complete the instructions in the box there, or pay the price for finishing late' I push the phone in a pocket in the lycra suit, attempt to quickly hide my track suit under the car and jump on the bike. Left and bounce over the crossing, I don't see a right turn so keep peddling hard on the flat until I do. The road has a warning sign for a ford, but I take little notice and head along it as it climbs and falls running out in to still slightly frosty country side. Then I reach the ford, there is no way round as the stream cuts across the path of the road. It isn't deep so I keep going, the spray is freezing and plentiful. Thankfully I keep upright and pedal out the other side, colder and with water running into my shoes. The road starts to climb again, so I press on up the gentle slope. The hill is a blessing, it keeps me working hard and I soon warm up after the cold of the ford. The road winds round the side of the hill, when I find a what I would describe at a T junction with a farm track across from it. The track is on the left and it clearly heads up the hill. I stop for a second to look and can make out the path it follows up to the trees at the top of the hill. I can just see a bit of a roof belonging to a barn in the trees... this has to be it. There is no way I can make the climb up there in the time left. I take the turn and keep pushing hard.

There is steam rising from me, because I'm pushing hard up the hill. The skinny wheels are pinging stones left and right as I bump up the hill. I can feel sweat running down my face and my fingers freezing at the same time. My lungs are burning from the cold air but I can't feel my feet are wet and cold. As I approach the barn the track improves; think I've come the back way to get here. There is a tarmac surface on the other approach from over the hill.   The barn has no doors, slot windows and a hole in the roof that I can see from the outside. I get off the bike and wheel it in the open side; propping it up against a wall. Inside I find my car, with my wallet, phone, jacket etc... all out on the back seat. It's unlocked with the keys in the ignition, so he stole it to beat me here? Or did he just move it because I gave him the keys. On the far side of the car is a central support pillar, presumably holding the roof up. At the foot of the pillar a gray brown box...

6. Ah... I know I haven't made it in 20 minutes, I can't of. I could just get in the Car and leave; that's the second time he's given me a chance to just go. I open the box to see what is next if I stay. The typed note reads... 'You are late and will be punished for that if you stay. 1. Strip to the waist. 2. Put one set of handcuffs on each wrist. 3. Stand with your back to the post. 4. Put the hood on. 5. Join the cuffs behind you, round the post. 6. Keep quiet when I speak unless I ask you a question. Simple right?' I'm starting to shiver, the warm sweat is turning to ice. The adrenalin is still flowing so it's easy for me to un-zip the lycra and roll it down to my waist, I quickly clip one then the second set of cuffs to each wrist. The last item I collect from the box is a hood � black leather with a draw string fastening and holes for breathing. I step over to the post holding it, the shivering is getting worse partly from nervousness partly from cold. I drop the hood on and pull the string gently, I don't think to fasten it. Instead I lean back on to the post, take the spare loop on each cuff in a hand each; reach back and a few clicks later I'm attached to the post. I'm there in silence and darkness for a minute or more when I hear footsteps moving round inside the barn with me. Then I hear my car's central locking click shut, I turn my head to look towards the noise. I can't see anything, but the hood moves slightly as I do. I can see a stream of light coming in from the breathing hole. Which is then broken as I scene someone standing in front of me. A course hand presses firmly on my chest, I gasp. �Still here then, you're freezing. Not to worry; I have something to warm you up in the house.� He's softly spoke, but forceful at the same time. The hand slides down to my stomach. �and you haven't eaten.� His hand moves round to the left as I get the sense he's looking me over. The hand moves to my head, and pushes to forwards. �That isn't good enough�

The hood is yanked back into the correct position, the laces pulled tight. Then I feel them being tided off. �better� I'm shivering more all the time. �Ready to take a short walk?� I don't speak instantly and the top of the hood gets a gentle slap. �Well, stay and freeze or walk?� I shudder as I get out �wu-wu-walk please� �walk please what?� I'm not sure what I'm meant to say �Walk please, boss?� �Not perfect but it's a start� I can feel a collar going on over the bottom edge of the hood, it's then tugged forward. I follow it as far as the cuffs and my arms allow. I hear a chain run under my chin, I feel the cuffs part behind the post and they quickly go back together behind my back with both wrists in one pair. Then the second pair snap shut. As cold and shivering as I am the adrenalin starts to pump and the feeling of cold is less than it was. �Follow me� The chain jerks me forward, round the the car and out on to the smooth tarmac path. The breeze is cold without the relative shelter of the barn. Every time I get nervous about walking into the unknown there is a re-assuring tug on the chain to keep me moving. We walk for what feels like a mile, turning left and right on tarmac and gravel paths. Before we slow down. �Carefully over the step� The chain slows but keeps moving as I half walk half feel my way using my numb feet. Over a door step and down on to a solid stone floor. I can feel warm Air round me and hear the door close. The same course hand grasps my shoulder. �Shoes off�

I struggle to kick them off, as I do the floor feels warm under my soggy foot. The hand on my shoulder steadies me, then turns me side ways and guides me down to a seat. �Now the socks� I hear him move away as I fight to get enough feeling in my toes to work the socks off. By the time I get the socks off, but loose track of Mr. Withheld. I here a distant click and the sound of boiling water. He's back at my side in seconds. �Up� The collar yanks me up to my feet and the lycra is pulled down to my ankles. Then I feel a warm towel drying me from the shoulders down.   �Sit again� The Lycra is pulled the rest of the way off to leave me sitting, bound, hooded and but still rather cold. �Lift your feet� I do so, almost on auto pilot. �Higher� He grabs them and raps the towel round them to start to massage them in the towel. I moan gently in the hood as the feeling return to my feet. �I'll soon have you warm again� He keeps hold of my feet, but drops the towel. I feel a leather cuff round one then the other before they are dropped back to the floor. �Now for the head� The collar looses and disappears to the floor near my feet, then the hood loosens and and follows suit. I blink a few times as my eyes adjust to the daylight, when the towel is wrapped round my face and head. I make out the odd detail of what's round me, a big kitchen. But Mr Withheld is behind me, so all I manage to make out is some approximation of his shape. I see an arm, briefly, but no more. A new hood drops over me from behind and slowly pulls tight. I can feel laces pulling it back so it was tight to my face. I'm blind again, but my mouth can move. When the hoods tight, the collar and chain goes back on. �Up� I find my feet, and can feel the chain hanging from the collar in front of me. The cock ring is still there and I hear it clink as the chain touches it. He lifts my arms and replaces the metal cuffs with more leather ones. 

�You're still cold and by my count you have failed me enough times to need correction� The chain is grabbed and yanked forwards once again, he takes me to another room in the house. My feet are kicked apart and the cuffs are connected out to the sides.   �This is for hesitating when I first gave you an instruction the day at the post office� His hand slaps my left Arse cheek, I gasp gently. Then the right, and left again and and again. By the tenth on I'm no longer gasping with every slap. The adrenalin is flowing and I feel warm for the first time in a while. �This is for not taking the litter with you� He slaps again, but with some force and a gloved hand. I wobble a little, he grabs my shoulder with one hand and continues to slap my arse with the other. Again ten times. �Then there was the Walk to the leisure park and the assault course, but that�s more serious. The punishment needs to be fitting. So bend over.� My hearts in my mouth and I hesitate. The chain is grabbed and pulled down, I start to fall forward only to find my self resting over something with a rounded top. I hear the chain thread into something on the floor then pull tight almost making me choke. I wriggle to try and find some slack. �That will be 10 more for hesitation� There's no holding back this time, gloved hands and 10 hard slaps. I let out a little 'Ah...' every now and then. But my heart is pounding, the adrenalin is pumping and I'm hock hard. The whole experience is just so intense, I can't help it. �I see you're enjoying yourself, that's good. But we still haven't dealt with the the Assault course� My hands are unclipped from behind my back and anchored to the legs of the horse I'm bent over. Then without warning I feel a hard thud from a heavy wooden paddle. I let out a loud 'Ahhhh'

7. So I made a mess. �You came with me knowing you were going to be punish but you still came here, you had a couple of opportunities to go that you didn't take. Now you are going to pay for everything you got wrong getting here. When I'm done you'll get your reward, then you'll be allowed to leave� With that he slowly and deliberately delivered 9 more strokes with the paddle, I followed each with a 'Ahhh' louder than the last. Each one took me closer to begging him to stop, but each one reminded me of the cost for not doing as I was instructed.   �Then you stayed in the steam room for to long, lazy boi� The 'but' slips from my lips... �But What� I finally speak to him 'but the timer was broken so I never heard it' �But What, you've forgotten something worse than a broken timer now. Sir or if I'm feeling generous Boss would do. That's 20 more for forgetting twice in under a minute� I whimper gently, as he moves round the room. �You still get the 10 for the sauna, because you picked the broken one to. I can't have you forgetting my name like that ever again. Open your mouth� I open it. �Wider than that� I open as much as the hood will allow, as I do he push something rubber in my mouth. It hardly fits between my teeth thanks to the hood. When it's there I feel a strap tighten behind my head. �If you can't speak, you can't be disrespectful. This is for your own good.� I feel it expand, then more until my mouth is full and I start to gag slightly. I feel it reduce slightly, I try to speak to thank him. 'anc-u-er' is the only noise I make. Not sure he can hear me... �Good boi, but to late to save you for now. 30, with the strap for the next set� The first one stings my warm arse, the next one my thighs.  

�OK, my aim is in. Now we begin properly� The strap comes down with some force, I scream into the gag and tense every muscle trying to move away. �29 to go, by the end you might have learned something� The second was more powerful than the first, I try to scream and fight the bonds. I don't find an ounce of slack when the third one comes down. I beg him, but the gag means the words don't come out. This continues as he works his way down the backs of my legs and up to my Arse again with the next 20 strokes. I am howling in to the gag and crying in side the hood by the time he is done. �Where were we...humm. You'd over stayed the sauna. Then you did something right and decided to trust me and continue� He gently strokes my body, as he moves round to collect something. �For that you get a little reward� I then fell some thing and wet touch my arse. �Relax and let me in, otherwise it'll hurt more than it needs to� I furiously shake my head and clench my hole for a few seconds. Then I feel lube-y fingers work there way in, my head drops and I relax. A wave of pleasure passes over me as the first finger works it way in. Then another with the second. �Good Boi� He starts to move them in and out, I find my self fighting my bonds to move in time with him. �Very good indeed, there is hope for you yet� The fingers disappear, and I feel him standing between my legs. The nipple of a condom touches my leg. I feel something bigger pressing against my hole, then both his hands on my body as he leans in and I feel his cock inside me for the first time. The wave of pleasure was immense, it made the punishment worthwhile. He trusted deeper and dee per still, each time felt better than before. I couldn't help it, and shot my load on the floor. 8. and then it clicked Soon after I felt him almost pulsate as he came inside me. �Did I tell you that you were allowed to cum on my foot?� He steps away for a moment, then I feel him wipe the lube from my backside with the towel. I'm sure my face is bright red with embarrassment if he could see it. I didn't mean to cum like that... it's not like I was even touch my self. The chain my the collar rattles and drops away, something clicks under my chin. Then my arms are released and clipped together in the small of my back. My feet are released.. �On your feet� I wriggle back and plant my feet, then a hand on my shoulder pulls me up. I hear the sound of the heavy horse I'd been bent over being dragged away from me on the tiled floor.   �On your Knees� His hand grabs the collar and half drags half guides me to my knees. The gag deflates and the strap loosens, then it's out drool and all. His hand grabs the back of the collar... �Tongue out. You made the mess, you are going to clean it up. I'll worry about what I do about your continued disobedience after lunch.� I stick my tongue out as he guides my face to the floor, I shift my weight round to keep my balance. My first taste of the floor makes me try to pull away, but his hand firmly holds my face down. �Don't miss any� He guide my head left and right, as I lick up salty cum, spilt lube and grit from the floor. �And my foot�

The hand lets go and my nostrils fill with the aroma of his foot. I feel a toe first and shuffle forward so I can work my way round his foot. I find more cum and get a taste of his skin. I work my way back down to his toes and stop when I can't find any more cum. �Get between the toes, there is some fluff in there for you as an extra treat� I start at his little toe and get my tongue between each toe as I work my across. When I get to the big toe he lifts his foot. I follow it until I'm up on my knees and he is pressing it towards me and into my mouth. I keep licking and sucking my way round his foot. He turns it further, I twist my head to the side and work my way down the sole with my tongue. The grit from them is awful, but he keeps his foot there and hasn't said to stop. I keep working my way round it, when the grit had gone it was really pleasurable to taste his skin. I decide to take a chance and speak out of turn �Sir, would it please you if I clean the other foot to. Sir?� His foot disappears from in front of me, then I get a big toe pushed deeply in to my mouth.   �Get on with it then� He keeps his foot still and I work my way round it, again the grit from the sole isn't pleasant but when it's gone the flavour of just the skin is making me so horny. I couldn't have believed something like that would have me so aroused. �Enough, with me� With that a hand grabs the collar and takes me across the room. He tips my head down and moves me forward. He un-clips my hands and pushes me further forward, so I crawl as I now feel my my way. �Wait in there while I eat� A metal door shuts behind me and the bars touch my feet. I hear a click, then it all goes quiet. 9. All floaty like. I still can't see but start to feel my way round, firstly I find bars to either side of me. I edge forwards and find more bars. There's a metal sheet below me and above me. It's a tight fit, but I turn my self to face back the other way... my fingers find the latch in the door with a large lock keeping it closed.   I bash against the sides a few times as I get comfortable sitting in the middle. Then I start to feel my way round the cuffs on my wrists an ankles... each with it's own lock. I feel over the hood and down the lacing at the back to where it disappears under the collar. I work my way round it, counting 3, no 4 metal loops round it. Then the buckle complete with it's own padlock. I get to my knees and feel the marks on my backside and legs, they are still a little sore. Time passes and I can hear distant noises, maybe a tv or radio with the mid day news. Doors open and close, but he doesn�t come back. I move round a few times trying to find some comfort in my metal surroundings without much luck. The distant noise disappears and I can't tell how much time has passed, I know I'm getting hungry as I haven't eaten. Soon the only sound is my stomach rumbling, as I lean against the bars wondering if I've been forgotten. �By the sound of it, it's time you were fed� I head the sound of metal on metal move just ahead of me. �On your knees� I scramble for space to get to my knees and bash into the bars on one side of me as I go. I feel a hand rub over the elbow the took the hit. �Head up, high� I'm up on my haunches with my arms stretched and my head just touching the top of the cage when a hand grabs the collar and pulls me forward until my cuffed hands meet the bars ahead of me. Each on is juggled and attached to the corner of the cage nearest it. My hands then pulled forwards and down slightly... passed where my hands are. Then something hard presses down on the back of my neck. Then I feel the cuffs on my ankles get pulled and attached to the rear corners of the cage behind me. �I'm going to feed you, and give you a drink. Every time you so much as make an un-favorable noise while I do that you will be left unable to move for a further 5 minutes at the end of feeding time. If you spit anything out it will be 15� My Hands and knees were already not liking the bare metal sheet that formed the base of the cage. I then felt a hand on my thigh... another cuff � then the other side. Each pulled to the sides of the cage and fixed there... next he repeats this with my elbows. Soon the only movements I can make are to arch and lower my back and nod my head. �Don't worry, you foods coming when you are properly dressed for it� The top of the hood is clipped back then his hands run something round my waist. This belt is tighten then I feel it pull me up and back, oddly this helps my knees because the weights be shifted off them. One more belt is passed round my chest and pulled up so that it takes some of the load from my arms. I'm truly helpless... I can speak or open my mouth, but no more. �Open wide� I do, can taste a combination of fingers and buttered white bread. �make sure you get the butter off my fingers� He didn't need to tell me twice, that was the best meal I've ever had. Then more bread, fingers and Marmite! I hate it and gave a loud 'urrrrgggg'. I was given a different bread, fingers and something every time... raw egg, pepper, garlic, ginger, horrible cheese, I let out a noise every time until we got to the chilli. Normally I can deal with hot food, but the flavours were all just to much like this and I spat it out. �Clearly you like it in there and want to stay� I feel a straw against my lips... �Drink this, all of it� I pout and start to suck on the straw... just water and what must have been a pint or so of it. �There are still a couple of bits that can move, soon as I've taken care of them your 45 minutes starts�   For the life of me I couldn't think what he was on about. �Open wide� A gag is strapped into place, it's so big my mouth is held wide open. A hand firmly grabs my balls from behind... �These are going to stay.... abbooouuuttt here� He says as a rope is quickly looped round and pulled tight. Then I feel some pressure against my arse, some lube and the tip of a plug. I groan gently as it goes in and start to get hard again. �I said you were going to stay there... and that's movement. Soon fix that� I let out a massive yep into the gag as the rope round my balls is pulled hard. My eyes start to water inside the hood. I then feel the plug in my Arse gradually get bigger and bigger... it stops but I couldn't have taken any more. To cap if off my jaw was also starting to hurt. �Your time starts now� I try to shake my head or protest, but nothing happens, I couldn't move enough to gesture or make enough noise to speak. For the first couple of minutes I'm tense and trying to move, to fight but then suddenly I start to relax... I'm not completely comfortable, but I let the straps start to take my weight. More minutes slip passed, and I relax further, so the straps take all my weight and the plug is even less noticeable now I'm not fighting it. It starts to feel like I'm floating there, just fixed in nothingness. I even start to get drowsy after, errr... I don't know how long any more.

10. I'll be back I wake with a start as a hand strokes my arse, I forget where I am for a second and try hopelessly to move. �So you were sleeping in there, impressive. Not seen anyone do that in a very long time� The hand runs up and down the visible flesh on my back. �Time I woke you up, looks like you found some slack� I yelp into the gag as the rope attached to my balls is tighten up more, my heart jumps into my mouth again. The plug starts to grow and I realize I'm getting hard again. �You like that, don't you� I feel a hand on head, the gag loosens and then carefully slides out. I let out a gentle 'urrr' as I close and open my mouth a few times. The a hand gently rubs it on each side, I tough it with my tong as it massages my face. �You like how I taste� I get 2 fingers in my mouth, I close and start to such on them. I relax in to my bonds and start to let my self float there, just tasting his finger. The sensation is just indescribable, I just want to stay like this. But he takes the fingers away and asks... �Well do you?� I gently reply 'Yes Sir'. �Want to get out or want some more of me?� I say 'more please Sir' without even thinking about it. I hear I gentle chuckle and get 2 more fingers exploring my mouth, I start to explore each finger with my tong. As the fingers move out I can smell something, sweat, musk, something I like. I can taste it on the air as the fingers withdraw. �Tong out� I open wide and stick my tong out, for a few seconds nothing happens. Then I feel and taste a drop of sweat on my tong, I savour it there for a moment. Swallow it and stick my tong back out for more. �Good Lad� I get a few more drops, each feels more amazing than the last. I mumble 'thank you Sir'. He chuckles, then I feel skin and hair as the smell intensify s. I like it and lick what I think is part of his crotch. I feel him carefully turn round letting me run my tong round him as he turns. I cross one muscular thigh, then a pert arse cheek. He stops and moves back to plan his crack in front of my tong. I strain to move to get further in, he starts to bend forwards and press his hole to my mouth. My tong stay push out as far as I can keep it, the sensations are incredible. I'm just a tong floating in space, everything is about the sensations from it. I push it into his arse as hard as I can. I hear him almost purr like a cat as push and push again. He slowly stands up so I run my tong up his crack. �Very Good Boi, more� I gasp 'God, Oh please, more, that's awesome Sir' I hear him laugh. �You've turned into my personal slut, anything just for my attention. Could get to like that� I stick my tong back out, he chuckles. Then I feel some more skin, softer than before. I work my tong round it and realize it's his cock head. I try to move closer so I can reach more but can't do anything. I think he see that I tried and un-clips the hood so I can move my head a little. His cock head is big, but not massive. Now I can move my head a little I work my way round as much as I can reach tasting every square millimetre. �Want more of that to� I lick my lips 'Please Sir'. �You will have to pay for it later, you don't get that for free boi� I hesitate, I want to ask what the price will be. Then I reply 'Can I please have your cock Sir, I'll pay later however you want' He laughs out loud and I can feel his dick on my tong and the edges of his cut cock head on my lips. I gently close my mouth on it and lick the tip as I do. I stretch my neck to get more, then relax back as he edges closer. I can feel him getting harder and his cock growing in my mouth.   He starts to thrust back and forth, gently at first then harder and deeper as he becomes fully erect. I get a nose fully of his mush every time he leans in; the taste and the aroma of him is everything in that moment. I gag a little is he leans in further each time, I can't move back but I don't want to; every time he leans in a little more, for a little longer. I gag more every time but start to time my breaths to fit between thrusts. As he pulls back I feel a hand under my chin, then the collar is removed.   �Close your eyes and keep them closed� He leans right in, I gag, I choke, I can't breath, my mouth, my throat is full of his dick. His hands work quickly on the back of the hood as I start to panic because I can't breath. He moves back just long enough for me to take a breath then back into my throat again. Then next time he moves back the hood goes with him, drops to the side. He quickly grabs my hair and pushes his dick back into my gasping mouth. If I'd been able to move my arms I would have pulled him closer, I'm rock hard and all I want is his cock in my throat. He keeps hold of my hair and uses it to move my head to where he wants it. I start to taste his pre-cum as he chokes me with dick again and again, every time he dose I keep my lips tightly clasped to it.   He leans in one more time, pulling hard on my hair as I choke on his dick. I start to fight it, try to push it back with my tong. I feel like I'm about to black out when I feel a judder and his cum in the back of my throat. He withdraws to leave his cock head resting on my tong, I gasp for air as the last few spots drip there. I start to lick his cock as I catch my breath, he lets go of my hair and steps away. �You can open your eyes now� I blink in the light as he walks off behind me. So I still don't get to look at him. �I'll be back to get you out when I've cleaned my self up�

11 . Until next time. I hear a shower run somewhere near by, it stops very soon after and I hear him approach. His towel brushes passed my face as he silently works his way round the cage, first loosening then releasing each strap and tie in turn. As I start to move I realize I must have been there longer than expected as my muscles ache as I start to move again. He releases my head and neck back in to the cage, at last I look-up to see him. Clearly about my age and wait I know that face... I quickly look back down, then up. I do know him, just... �You know I nearly walk up to you to say hello that first day at the band stand� he pauses as he un-clips my hands from the corners of the cage. �I walked passed at 10, then back passed about 5 minutes later to do a double take; that's why I left you hanging there for so long�. He pauses behind the cage and un clips my feet, picks something up and circles to the front again. Leans in to look me in the face and sits a glass of water in the cage. �Sit down, drink slowly; I'm a long way from done with you� I turn my self over slowly and lean against the side of the cage. This time without lumping it with an elbow; the benefit of eye sight. �Took me ages to realize where I knew you from, thankfully my pup working in the post office. So asked him to pop in to work on his morning off and get the name from the box you sent home� After everything else today, I'm barely disturbed by the fact he's been investigating me and sip the water still looking at him puzzled but knowing the face. �The name didn't help me remember, but your facebook page did� I take another sip of water and start to regain some more of the scenes that had switched off a little while earlier. I can't think of anything on my facebook page that helped me identify him. But I still know that face from somewhere. He drops a key on to the cage floor in front of me. �Take the cuffs off, don't think you'll get out of there without them.� I finish the water and slowly start to remove the cuffs. He walks over to a side board while I'm distracted and returns camera in hand. �The price for sucking my dick is a smile� he chuckles but can probable see I'm not that comfortable with the idea. �It's just for my private collection, a keep sack of an entertaining day� I drop the cuffs our to one side of the cage as he takes the first picture. I didn't smile � �On your knees, hands behind your head. And smile for me, or I'll find another price for tasting me that you won't like� I do as I'm told, even manage a nervous smile for him this time. �Better� I can see him smiling back at me, the nerves melt slowly as a few more pictures are taken. �That's adorable, now turn round and show me that nice red backside. On your knees, look back over your shoulder at me.� He's really enjoying it and I want to please him. Before long he opens the cage and I continue to model in different positions bent over the cage, leaning on it, laying on the floor looking up at him. We must have been taking pictures for 20 minutes of so, he had 100's by the time he was happy. He points to a chair by the wall with a bag on it �Home time, get dressed. I'm going to do the same, wait there when you're done.� He heads out the door and leaves me to it. I fish my things out of the bag, dress and stand there. He's soon back, hands me my car key and... �You'll have to take me back to the station so I can collect my car, yours is in my barn. It's this way� He gestures towards the door. �Move it bitch� He stops to lock up as we emerge from what turns out to an old farm building that had clearly been converted into a house. Outside was a tarmac driveway, lawns, boarders, hedges all enclosed by mature woodland. All looking a little wet and winter like. Even so it was dence enough to keep any prying eyes from looking in. We follow the drive way to a t junction under the trees and turn left, just ahead of us was the barn. We all to soon reach my car he issues 'Left here' and 'next right' orders until we are back at the station.   �I have your details, will be in touch when I want you back for a longer visit. � He steps out of the Car, but leans though the door. �and if you don't turn up all the pictures end up on your facebook page. Take care boi� He shuts the door, heads to a Range Rover in the corner of the car park. Gets in and drives away while I'm still sitting there wondering what just happened. A few seconds later I drive away and head for home.

I search for the house on line when I get home only to discover it's a holiday let, an expensive one. With little else to go on I soon abandon trying to identify him.   12. you can't fault me Several days go by, I pack and leave my parent home and go back to my pathetic flat. I get back in to my usual routine of work by day and dinners for one by night. A week passes, then two it isn't long before the end of January passes. On a rare night out with friends the subject on the holidays comes up; I tell them a little about what I did. They are a little taken back that I did that; but one of them quips �I'm not surprised, it's always the quiet ones�. Other than getting a few more off the cuff remarks not much is said. February turns into March; the days get longer, so I'm able to get out for a run after work when the weather lets me. I'm back trawling the adverts and the dating sites looking for something / someone to share the evenings with; I even joined a couple of the darker kink sites to try to re-live my christmas/new year treat. I chat to a few people on line, but fail to find or connect with anyone new as the weeks go by.   2 months have gone by, The is a message from controler.boss@gmail.com with the subject 'Your Recent Interview'. Then... 'Boi, After conducing several first round interviews with numerous prospective candidates I have decided to put you though to the second round. This will involve a detailed examination of all the attributes you displayed during your first physical. It will also require that you attend a short training course lasting 4//5 days in order to ensure you would be ready to perform all the duties required should a long term contract be offered. If you wish to continue text 'round 2 please' to my number or reply to this message. Regards Sir (John)' I find my heart in my mouth again for the first time in two months just from an e-mail. I reply immediately... 'round 2 please Sir'. Then realize it says 4 or 5 days, guess I was taken by the moment or the chance to see him again. He has also given me a clue about his identity, it's not long before I'm looking at facebook for every John connected with every friend I have on there. Other than wasting hours and getting me to bed late I find nothing useful. Guess he'll tell me when he's ready. The next morning I arrive at work looking like a zombie but still buzzing a little because my mystery man had been back in touch. I drag my way to 5pm, skip my run and return home early. (69) (id: deleted: jabril)  deleted: jabril Fri 20/7/12 20:39 There was a new message from controler.boss@gmail.com among the other rubbish in e-mail, it had only arrived there just after I got home.   'Boi As the first to accept the round there are 3 available dates for you to choose from, these are listed below. On the start date in question you will be expected to arrive at 'Ilseworth' Train station for 11am. You are to wear a T-shirt, jeans, socks, shoes and nothing else; you are to carry a rucksack containing: 1 toothbrush 1 clean set of underwear 1 clean pair of socks Your house keys � in the bag only Your mobile phone � in the bag only Your return train ticket (5 day return) � in the bag only When collected from the station you will be expected to hand the bag over; you will be searched and any items on your person will be disposed of. 5 days / 4 nights later you will be returned to the station and given the bag back.   Date options �..' I replied to pick the middle option only to notice a second message subject PS. 'PS Have you worked out how you know me?' I also reply to this message, simply 'No Sir'. No more message appear, so I look to see where the station is; cause I've never heard of it. When I look it's on a remote stretch of the south coast. The tickets not cheap with 2 changes etc... I'm going to be up in the middle of the night to be there for 11am... first trains just after 5 in the morning to get there in time. Next morning I have a spring in my step when I arrive at work, the first thing on my addenda � book a weeks holiday towards the end of march. I get a 'whats gotten in to you since yesterday' from the guys there. I tell them a good nights sleep, but I knew different. Two reply messages were waiting when I got home. The first simple says booked � see you at 11am on the Monday morning. The reply to the PS was more interesting.... 'Boi, In that case lets play a game. You guess how/where from; for every wrong or fluffy guess you give me you pay either with either your arse or mouth. If you work it out you win a day of pleasure; by that I mean I'll find as many ways to make you cum in 1 day as is possible. Just to give you a fighting chance I'll give you a clue for every 2nd wrong guess. Regards Sir' I want this guy, so I start coming up with deliberately wrong guesses to force him to have sex with me... not sure if that's wrong, but you can't fault me for trying. 13 See You Tomorrow Over the intervening weeks we trade messages every day, mainly as I try to guess who he is. My first couple were of guesses were clearly very wrong even a little silly. Both wrong, so I ask for my first clue. His e-mail back... 'Boi If you don't take the game seriously I'll find a way to make you regret it. You've already had your first clue Regards Sir (JOHN)' I should have asked for my next clue, not my first. I try more complete but serious guesses about school and same swimming teacher... I don't want him calling the game off, I want him at the end. 'Boi Both wrong, that makes 4 I have to reclaim how I see fit. Your clue is that we never had the same teacher to the best of my knowledge. Regards Sir' That rules out my next few ideas about what to suggest. I go with shopping at the same supermarket � not that I think it's likely, because of where we are meeting. Also try same church � cause I was in the choir when I was young. 'Boi I didn't know you were a church mouse! I don't do my own food shopping. That makes 6; you are thinking back to far. I didn't meet you until after you finished school. Regards Sir' I automatically think about university, but we never had the same teacher or so he says. Maybe that was a clue in more ways than one. I was in 4 sport or social clubs there, I list off all 4. 'Boi You skipped a clue this time, and you were wrong so that makes 10. Just so you don't forget again you don't get one this time. Next two boi? Sir' I haven't got a clue, literally. So wonder where else he could know me from... eventually ask if he worked at the place my car came from � as I had posted about that on Facebook. Also ask if he's a member at the same Gym, cause that's there to. 'Boi No, but good to know you keep fit. That makes 12 � you must really want the prize to keep guessing. Your clue is that we have been in the same place for the same reason. Sir' That could mean any where or when and I'm almost out of days until we meet again. So if I'm going to guess it needs to be soon. Works busy, because I need to finish things in time for the week off so keeps me from thinking about it to much. Do we drink at the same pub or are you a customer where I work are my next guesses. I don't get an e-mail back until the Saturday before our meet. 'Boi Been busy packing and working, both wrong makes 14. Your clue is that you are getting warmer! Ready for Monday? Sir' I'm quick to reply with the names of 2 places I go to drink with friends and to say yes if a little nervous about spending that amount of time with him. 'Boi You'll be fine so long as you behave, cold again so 16. Regards Sir' Must know him from work some where, I can't place him there. I know all the people in my office; would even say I know all the faces in the building. Maybe he works at one of the other companies that share the site. So I make them my next 2 guesses. 'Boi That's 18 now, but you are so very close. You can have 2 more guesses but I won't tell you if you were right until we meet. Regards Sir' My last message.. 'Sir I don't think you work for the same firm as I do, but I'll make that one of my remaining guesses. Otherwise do you work for the parent company? See you Tomorrow. Boi'

14. Not another box. My alarm goes off in what feels like the middle of the night, i've hardly slept because i'm nervous. I pull the cloths on I laid out last night, I must have checked the pile of stuff 5 times yesterday to make sure I haven't put something on or in my bag that i'm not allowed to. I'm the first person in the station car park, I walk over to the ticket machine and slot my card in to collect the ticket I'd already ordered. I dropped it in my bag and crossed to the far platform to wait for the first train south. No one speaks to me even to check the ticket for the duration of the 3 hours, it's dark and I mainly doze until I'm at the end of the line. At 8am I'm finding my way across the city using the tube, by 8.30am I'm heading up to the over ground stations and out towards the coast.   Two more changes of train later, I'm nearing my stop before the phone goes off. Withheld � Much much closer guesses last night boi but still not correct, makes 20. Must know me from work... but how? The phone chirps again. Withheld � See you at the station in 10min. I stop trying to work out where I know him from as the sudden reality of the situation hit's me. What am I letting my self in for, what was I thinking? I get the last minute jitters only ten times worse that I have ever managed before; I was starting to panic when I got another chirp. Withheld � Drink your water. Some how that calms me down, not even sure why. But I sip the rest of the water as the train pulls in, I dump the bottle in the bin as I get off. I walk in to the station building and out the other side into the car part to wait. I hope I won't be out side to long, it isn't to warm and I soon feel the cold. A minibus with darkened windows parks facing away from me on the other side of the car park. Withheld � Your ride has arrived. Get in the rear door, close it behind you and sit down. The driver will bring you to me. I calmly walk up to the bus and try the rear door. It won't open, then I hear a central locking motor pop the lock open. I try again and it opens, so I hop in and shut the door. I hear it lock behind me as I take the first available seat � back row across from the driver. Normally I'd have gone further forward, but the middle row of seats walled me in to the back part. He says nothing and starts the engine. His phone chirps, then mine. Withheld � Seatbelt. The instant I click the belt in the bus starts to move. I try to look at the driver, but can only see the back of his head and some of his white top from all the way at the back. Think he might be wearing sun glasses to; but I'm not sure. Thankfully it's nice and warm in here, in fact very warm. I start looking round and out of the windows as the bus finds it's way out of town and on to the main road. Firstly I notice that all the seats in the middle have been removed, just leaving the split back row and the full row that is ahead of me. I also spot that one of the seat belts in that row is pulled down so lean forward to see why. To my surprise there is a large ish brown/grey file box strapped to the seat. It's the kind with hand holes on either side � foolishly I lean further forward to try to look in one of them. Then I notice that it's got my name on the label. I remember what happened the last time I opened one of his boxes and think equal amounts of glee and horror 'Oh no, another box'.

15. The pup hadn't got a clue. Withheld � in 5 min the bus will stop, the driver will leave. You will climb over in to the seat in front of you. Then open the box for more instructions. My eyes instantly turn back to the box in front of me, I crane my neck trying to look in the handle hole. The bus breaks and turns down a side road that takes it up hill, steep enough to make the engine struggle and push me back into my seat. We crest the hill and sweep down into a quiet valley with the odd building nestled among grass fields, hedges and farm animals. The bus turns back up the hill along a farm track eventually coming to rest next to a cow shed. The driver gets out, locks his door with the key and leave the key on the window screen where I can see it. He gets on a scooter thats parked ahead of the bus, puts a crash helmet on that is sitting on the handle bars and rides back passed the bus and off behind me to the road. I scramble over the top of the row of seats and come to rest sitting next to the box. There is an envelope marked read me taped to the side, so I open it and take out the note in side... 'Boi You've taken a big step forward coming here like this, so you have earned a reward. If you want to leave now open the door and walk away, otherwise follow these steps to collect it. 1 � sit in the middle seat. 2 � place the box at your feet. 3 � empty it to your right. 4 � put your bag to the left. 5 � strip to your socks, putting everything you take off in the box. 6 � turn your phone off and put it in the box along with your bag. 7 � put the box on to the far left seat. 8 � place the shackles behind both front legs of you chair and lock your feet in. 9 � seatbelt on. 10 � one set of handcuffs per wrist. 11 � hood on. 12 � then cuff your arms to the far left and right head rests. I'll be watching and bring your rewards with me. Sir' I follow the instructions to the letter, it's not until I drop the hood on that I start to feel nervous again. But I quickly cuff my left hand and stretching right can just push the other cuff closed on to the head rest with my now shaking hand. The reality of the situation sinks in, naked, restrained, alone and don't know where I am. I panic and pull at the cuffs, try to kick out. I can't and that only makes it worse, but then I hear the side door open and that familiar voice. �Look who we have here then� - as he climbs in and sits to my right. �no need to panic, you're safe� - he sits back against my arm. �Sit� - I hear someone else climb in the door and sit on the floor. He puts his arm round me, I instantly relax. �There boi, much better now aren't you� I rested my head over on to his shoulder with a quiet 'yes Sir'. I then feel a nose in my crotch. �This is Ethan, you 2 half met before. He is one part your reward for getting here� He removes his arm, I feel hands gather the hood at my neck � then a strap fasten under my chin. �The collar is yours to keep, you might even get to see it later� He reaches behind my head and clips the collar to the head rest. Then runs his hand down my chest, across my torso, in to my crotch where he cups my balls. It's then I realize how horny and adrenalin fuelled I am. He gives a gentle squeeze as I writhe in the chair. �Ethan, I want these empty. He's all yours for an hour, no biting or you won't get to cum all week.� I hear a whimper. �OK pup, you can nibble but no bites. I like this one� He likes me, awesome! He gives a hard squeeze so I cry in pain, but soon lets go. He talks in my ear. �There is no one in side 4 miles, so no need to hold back. Scream if you want� Then he giggles, tightens the collar and moves to a different seat. I feel Ethans hands on my knees, as he licks my balls, then crotch, belly button and up to my nipples. I can feel his smooth face come to rest on my chest where he genty chews one nipple then the other. He works my dick with one hand while he licks ever available inch of my flesh. I know I'm close and try to fuck his hand. He notices to and just about gets his mouth in to position to lap up my mess. I feel Sir squeeze my balls hard again. �Plenty left, again Pup� Ethans hands now worked over my body while he sucked. He pinched me, crushed and twisted my nipples the more I cried out the more Sir just laughed in the background. He let this Pup's game of agony and ecstasy continue for maybe 2 hours. Just stopping for a hard squeeze every now and then. By the time Sir called a halt I'd cum 3 times, got cramp in in places I didn't know existed and would have said exhausted if I'd been asked. Not that I was. �Put his shoes back on him and clean him up, I'll get the last part of his reward from the glove box� A minute or two and a hand full of wet wipes later my flaccid penis was clean, my shoes were on and the collar was unclipped from the chair. My head slumped forward as Sir returned. �Good pup, you enjoyed your self didn't you. Wait outside.� Sir grabs my balls again, but this time he pushes them into something metal; he quickly finishes doing what ever it is. When he has I can feel metal encasing my man parts and hear locks snap shut there and under my chin. He loving rubs my arms as he unlocks them, then my legs. Lastly he helps me to my feet, un- tucks the hood to greet me with a huge smile quickly followed by a deep passionate kiss. All my Christmases arrived at once, I could live in that moment for ever. �Ethan, drive us up the the house� �You need to practice, it's only a little way up the track. You'll be fine� He turns out to look like blond bad boy pop idol type and is looking a bit of a mess � my fault I'm sure. Sir sits me down in his arms as Ethan shunts the bus back and forth up the track. The Pup hadn't got a clue how to operate a clutch, we stalled 4 times. Clearly he had other attributes.

16. The door shuts. Minutes later we shudder to a stop outside a white painted farm house with outbuildings, garden and other things beyond.   'Ethan, take this one to the kitchen and show him where things are. He can make the Tea while I put the Bus away and file his box' With that the side door to the bus is opened and Sir helps me off the step. 'Milk and none for me, the pup takes 1 sugar. Get yourself something to.' With that the Pup shrugs he head to his right to started round the side of the house as Sir started the bus shunted off towards a barn. I'm all but naked and it's cold so I start after the pup and quickly follow him into the side of the building, up 4 stone steps and into house. We stop in a utility room where he takes his shoes and socks off � he says nothing and just stands there until I follow suit. He then moves into the kitchen beyond � it has a tiled floor, but it's warm to the touch as I enter.

Ethan opens all the cupboards as he walks passed stopping to point at cups, glasses, containers marked Tea and Coffee. He closes the doors again, opens the fridge and puts a filter jug half full of water next to the kettle than stands and looks at them. I look at him and back to the kettle still expecting him to speak. I give up waiting after a few seconds and start making Tea and looking for mugs. While I busy my self he slips away into another room. I don't notice until I look round because I hear the door shut in the outer room. Sir walks in with a smile just as the Kettle clicks off. I fill the water jug and pug it back in the fridge to work as Sir sits down. �Looks like I have already found 1 more uses for you � Tea Boi. Bring mine here then you can drink yours sitting on the floor here next to me.� As he spoke Ethan returned completely naked and carrying a collar, I have to confess to tipping my head to one side to get a better look. He was one hung Pup. He knelt down at Sirs feet and held out a collar he had carried with him in to the room. �You don't get away that easy Pup, sit on the Chair and drink your Tea. When we are done I want you in your mitt's, muzzle, pads and puppy harness for the rest of the evening�

It was quiet clear that Ethan was happy about that; the smile was clear to see. I deliver both of them a Tea, then return with my own and sit on the floor next to Sir. �Bet you are glad this place has under floor heating� I smile and say 'Yes Sir' then sip my Tea. The same can't be said for Ethan, he's blowing on his Tea and trying to drink it as quickly as he can. Clearly he is looking forward to something and soon finishes. He starts to get up. �SIT, I said when WE are finished Pup. You are going to wait until we have both finished and I think you might have to have have a tail to. Just for impatience� Sir and I slowly drink the rest of the Tea. �Boi cups in the dishwasher� he points. �Then you'll have to see what else we have in store for you� I deal with the cups. �Both of you better come with me.� Ethan is close behind and I follow a few steps behind. We leave the kitchen into a dimly lit hall way with a couple of doors open to the rooms beyond. There are stairs going up to a landing with maybe 3 more doors visible. Sir opens the door below the stairs and steps down with a �

�Watch the first step, it's a little close to the door� He and the Pup disappear down into the room beyond. The cellar below the house was section off by dividing walls. The first room just had a couple of wooden benches, a large low table and some sort of side board. I passed them quickly in to the next room. This room had all kinds of things in it, more than my eye could take in... lots of small items all displayed in cabinets. Steel, leather, rubber... at one end a rail of hangers with god knows what on it. One end of the room contained a bed behind a set of bars with a small door in them � the cell was just bigger than the bed it contained. The middle of the room again had a large low table. �Welcome to the store room, every fantasy I've ever lived out or want to is stored in here somewhere boi� 'yes Sir' �In� he gestures passed me to the cage door. I turn, open the door and duck as I step in. Sir turns to one of the units and puts a hand full of items on the table. �Pup � on the table.� Ethan quickly complies as Sir comes up to the Cage. He closes the door and cluncks a big lock shut on the door. �If you forget to say yes sir when I tell you to do something again I'll punish you boi. Further more if you don't sit there and keep quiet you'll be spending the night in there with no bedding� 17 I call out again.

Sir returns to the table where Ethan is waiting.   �Knee pads on� Ethan puts the pads from the table on. �Hands� He offers Sir his hands and they are quickly strapped into a set of mitts. �On your knees and open wide� Sir pushes what looks like a large mouth guard in to his mouth. �Close, in the right place?� Ethan nods and sir drops a muzzle over his head and works the straps tight. �Up, then give me a foot� With that Ethan stood, balanced on one foot to raise the other one. Sir moved next to him to steady him as he quickly fitted ankle cuffs. �Kneel on the table Pup, face the wall�

I see sir clip the Pup mitts to the far corners of the table, pick up another item then he stood behind the pup in my line of sight. He was there working on something to the rear of the pup for several minutes. �Now you can wait like that until I'm ready for you, one day you'll learn to be patient� Sir turns and walks towards me. �I'm going to take care of some business in the office, keep an eye on the pup for half an hour. He can't go anywhere, but shout me if he misbehaves� 'Yes Sir' - with that he leaves the room and leaves me locked in a cage looking at the Pup. I soon realize he has fitted a harness to the waist of the pup with a tail, the pups feet are clipped to the sides of it. The Pup is wearing a cock ring and he was closely trimmed everywhere I could now see. His knees are clipped to the rear corners of the table. He also has a wide belt that is pulled down to the table at each side that is making his backside point out and up. Lastly his muzzle is clipped to an exposed rafter, meaning his arms are stretched and his head was kept up. He was clearly enjoying it as much as I was admiring him. He kept trying to move and every motion made me wish I was free to go over there and stroke him. He was getting hard and trying to fuck the air with the little movement he had. That just made me want his Arse all the more; but it only served to remind me of the metal prison that was currently locked on to me. 

I'm not sure about the amount of time that has passed, but I start to hear a gentle whimper from the Pup. I start to worry he has been stuck still for to long so I shout 'Sir, the pup is whimpering'. I don't hear any movement and am about to shout again when Sir appears at the door. �He can take hours like that Boi, he is just board and trying to get attention. Take no notice, I still have things to do� With that he disappears into the other room again. A few minutes pass and the whimpering starts again and slowly gets louder. Eventually I call out again 'Sir, the whimpering is very loud. Is there anything I should do?' A moment later Sir is back at the door.

18 A muffled yelp �Work is taking longer than I'd like, so the Pup will have to wait.� He pauses and looks thoughtfully round the room. �Unless you occupy him�. Then he giggles slightly. He crosses the room and hangs a chain from the rafter in the ceiling, then he opens the cage door. �Stand behind the pup� I walk over 'here Sir?' He puts a hand on my shoulder and moves to until my metal chastity device is almost touching the Pups balls. �There's the spot� He then clips the chain from the rafter to the back of my collar so I can't move any further forward.   �Step back� I move back. Sir puts something round my middle, then fastens the straps. I glance down to discover an 8 inch long dildo poked out in front of me. �You don't touch the Pup with anything other than the dildo, use plenty of this� He hands me a bottle of lube, and walks round the Pup stroking his body. �The new boi is going to play with you, cause I have work to get on with� The pup shakes his head and whimpers while Sir unclips his tail and takes out the small plug. The Pup continues to whimper and shake his head.

�Boi step forward� I do and Sir guides the tip of the dildo into the Pups arse. �Boi remember no touching the Pup, but you must fuck him with the dildo until I get done for the evening. Use lots of lube; got it?� 'Yes Sir, fuck with lots of lube until you come back. Don't touch the Pub.' �Good Boi�, with that he headed out of the room to the sound of the pup whimpering more loudly than ever. I squeeze the lube onto the dildo and edge forward to push it slowly into the fidgeting, whimpering Pup trapped in front of me. I slowly move my hips to keep the dildo moving, the whimpering turns to heavy breathing as the bitch pup tries to fuck the air between his legs. I see he's enjoying it, so more lube and step closer still so I can thrust deeper and harder. I want to reach out and grab his hips, but remember my orders and keep my hands off him. I try to bend forward to adjust my action to get a longer thrust into him, but am yanked back by the chain on my collar. 

The bitch pup realizes I can't get closer and actively attempts to move back towards me. This only servers to fuel me, but the growing pinching sensation from my metal prison holds me back. Minutes pass and i'm working up a sweat fucking Ethan with a dildo, he's liking it. I can't help my self, I drop the lube and run my hands over him then grab the pups hips with both hands. He frantically fucks the air as I now pull him back on to the dildo harder and faster than before.   I'm choking slightly every time I move deeper in to him. The Pup whimpers, and snorts the air as he tries to get enough air though his nose. Suddenly he slows down and relaxes forwards, I stroke his back and sides while I slowly continue to thrust the dildo in and out of the pups back side.   �I said no touching� - Sir barks from the door way. I let go of Ethan and step back quickly pulling the dildo clear and triggering a muffled yelp from him. 19 & sleep soon follows. Sir quickly detaches Ethan from the table and points to a corner. �Go� The pup walks on all fours to the corner and cures up on the hard concrete floor. Mean time Sir has detached my collar and is locking my hands in a set of cuffs. He gives no instructions, instead he grabs each hand in turn and bends me forward to clip them to the table where the Pups knees had been before. He removes the dildo harness from my waist. I must have made Ethan Cum, as there is a small puddle and drips on the table ahead of me. I let out a small smile, thinking that the pup had enjoyed it. �You like that sight? � he paused �WELL?� 'Yes Sir' �Clean up the mess you just made. Get your face down there and lick it up, then we'll see how much you like it� I hesitate for a second then very gingerly start to work up to a lick when a paddle the size of a cricket bat lands across my back side. I lift my head up as the second stroke lands and I let out an 'Ahhhh'.

�The longer you take to clean it up the more strokes you take� I get my head back down and start to lick the table furiously as the next few strokes land. When I'm sure the table is clean I lift my head. Sir leans over to check the table. �The strokes were for the mess� He unclips my hands and points to the open cage door behind me. �In� I walk over slowly 'yes Sir'. He locks the door behind me. �Now you get to watch what you would have received if you'd behaved. Then you can spend the night down here with a bucket for company� He returns to the table and calls the pup over and on to the table facing away from me. He removes the muzzle and the gag. Then turns the pup to face me as he opens his belt. Over the next hour or so I get to watch in envy as Sir fucks, gets sucked by and fucks again. That would have been me if only I hadn't tried to give the pup so much pleasure, now he's having all the fun. Soon after, Ethan is released and sent to wash the dirty toys and to fetch glasses of water. �Night boi, hope you don't get to comfortable�

With that Sir leaves the room, a couple of minutes later Ethan returns with water for me. He waits while I drink it, then out of the blue as he is leaving he speaks to me for the first time. 'Thanks for before with the dildo, sorry you are in the cellar for the night�. He flicks the light off, leaving the room almost dark. The light in the next room goes out plunging me into total darkness. I hear distant noises above me in the house as I feel my way on to the cot in the cell. It's tiny pillow and heavy blanket aren't to comfortable but are warm. It's been a long day of travel and I don't take long to relax in the darkness, some how the cage is reassuring and safe. Sleep soon follows.

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Hannibal and Will in Pompeii (draft, needs work, feedback welcome!)

Hannibal is sitting on an ancient Pompeian toilet seat. Trousers on, of course, but he wants to share the perspective.

Facilities where you sat, and shat, next to each other, excuse the language, shit-chatting. Seems very strange now, but it was common in the West up into the Victorian era. Hannibal guesses they didn't get enough fiber, but is still impressed with how humans have always been so social that they somehow solved that without crosswords.

Will is (well, was) a professor. He knows a lot of things, and is used to being an authority.

It also means he likes learning, or he would never have gotten there in the first place. Learning new things like that the ancient Pompeiians kept eels in their atrium pools because they kept the water clean from bugs, parasites and drowned vermin.

He looks into the shallow, square pool, the sharp Italian mid-day light shining down, and wonders how they weren't cooked on the spot.

'The pool is mostly decorative, there is a whole sewer system under here where the eels had their home. The practice was used by Europeans until open wells were no longer the standard. Quite effective.' Hannibal turns slightly, with his back still towards Will, already moving on.

'Well-dwelling eels are known to have became over a hundered years old, when happy.'

'Have you ever fished for eels, Will?'

'No. They're endangered.'

'Who among us isn't?'

Will glares.

'That doesn't negate hunting and fishing rights.' He looks away.' Being rare doesn't exclude us from the ecosystem.'

Hannibal walks slower on the thick, rounded cobbles of the Pompeian streets.

'Tell me, Will, as a fisherman - what fate would you want for the eel? Reproduction in abundance, steady survival, or as they currently are, just precisely making it protected, and left alone?'

'They classify as endangered because of their low numbers, but the population... Eelation is stable. Rare, but less threatened than they used to be.'

...

Will admires the mosaics, and puts down his hands to feel the cracks between the pieces that look like pixels.

He looks up for Hannibal's facial expression, almost as difficult to put together.

'How did they make these?'

Will is on all fours on the floor of one of the preserved villas, examining a mosaic as if it was a crime scene.

Hannibal crouches down, arms loosely crossed.

'With a lot of patience.'

'But why, when they could paint it?' Will gestures vaguely around him across the shining floor and brightly painted walls.

'Oh, frescos weren't easy to make.' Hannibal puts his hand over Will's on the floor, entangling his fingers. 'Nothing that lasts is.'

....

'Phalluses on the street and erotic wall paintings did NOT mean it was a 'bordello'.'

Hannibal raises his eyebrows under his sunhat. 'Young men have playboy posters on their walls - this was no different.'

Will holds back a laugh, knowing no 'young man' has read a playboy since the 80s. '

' So if they weren't very shy, and it was a symbol of happiness and excitement and *wanting* to arrive to a destination, why *not* carve a phallus into the road to signify direction?'

Hannibal is quiet.

'... Because you could just paint an arrow?'

'That was a weapon at the time. In a true 'make love, not war' society, which would you think would have been less disturbing? '

Hannibal squats, touching the stone phallus carved out of the rock.

' You are a psychiatrist, you know noone reads... Playboy any more. They use the internet.'

'I'm aware, I was using it as a colloquial expression.'

The way he looks out over the landscape tells Will that he absolutely thought playboy was still a real thing.

He sniffles, walking up behind Hannibal on the hill to share the view.

...

' It's so big! ' Will's eyes are wide open.

' Yes - it was - is, architechthnoically and archaeologically - a city.'

' I've heard of Pompeii but I assumed it was like... A couple of ruins.'

They are walking down one of the main streets. 'The streets still have names!'

'Which, also, not everyone knows or will remember - but we do.' Hannibal wraps his arm around Will's shoulder.

'Can you hear them? The songs of the city, the people? '

Will closes his eyes, his hand around Hannibal's waist feeling his blood pulse.

' Yes.'