Thing---COMPLETE---

When I first started this chapter I had in mind a somewhat short and well thought out plan for the characters. Unfortunately my imagination got away from me, or maybe it's fortunately? Well either way it's fun hehe.....If I get good feedback on this one I'll post again probably within 24 hours...






The ride home was eerily silent. The boy sat staring out his window, never moving never making a sound.

“I’ve got some clothes at the apartment you can wear, they should fit you alright.”

The boy glanced at him over his shoulder, the only thing to tell Daniel that he had heard him. He was glad the car ride was short; he didn’t live far from the department. He parked and walked around to the passenger side of his black 2008 Impala. James stared up at the apartment building through the fading light of the day. It wasn’t anything spectacular, or anything particularly expensive. Daniel opened his door and guided James out onto the sidewalk. The boy obeyed and waited as he locked his car. The boy moved smoothly for someone who was beaten, Daniel was amazed by his grace and the way he carried himself, although his gaze was almost always on the scuffed grey tile floor. The place was a little shabby, old and seemed almost a bit tacky. It was as if they tried to make the vintage building into something grand. They didn’t succeed. They took the elevator up to floor five and walked down a narrow hallway to room 405. Daniel pulled his keys from his pocket and unlocked the large brown door. The man sighed as he flipped on the lights and pulled off his officer’s jacket, tossing the keys onto a fine wood table near the door. The apartment wasn’t large, but it had a well lit entry way which led into the living room. The blue carpets seemed old but the white paint on the walls was less than a year old. A long black couch faced an old television on the far left, a small wooden coffee table separating the two. Past the living room was a very small kitchen, separated from the living room by a fake wood top bar. This bar wrapped around the entire kitchen, housing the sink, the stove and all Daniel’s kitchen-ware. Cabinets above lined the back wall of the apartment. To the right of the living room was a door to the bathroom and a door to a bedroom, all with the same decor.

“I’ll get you some different clothes so you can shower.”

The boy stayed where Daniel had left him as he went to his bedroom and flicked on the light. A single king sized bed took up much of the floor space, along with two small wood nightstands to either side that held two matching lamps and a dresser on the far wall past the foot of the bed. He went through his closet and found a good pair of sleep shorts and a t-shirt for him when he returned to the living room he found the boy exactly as he had left him.

“You can look around if you want; this is your place too for now. I found you some clothes if you want to take a shower.”

The boy had to want a good wash about now. He had been beaten, in the hospital for four days and then at the police department for three. Daniel would want a shower just after having been beaten. The boy took the clothes offered to him with shaking hands, his face downcast again.

“The bathroom is right over there. What do you want to eat for dinner?”

The boy looked at the door Daniel had pointed to and then back to him. Daniel sighed.

“I’ll make us some hamburgers. Will you eat that?”

James made a short nod but still didn’t move, he looked as though he wanted to say something. Daniel’s gaze fell to the small piece of fabric tied around his neck; it looked like some sort of spandex only thicker. He reached out to touch it.

“What is this?”

James pulled away from him, holding the clothes he had given him to his chest as he took a step back. Daniel’s hand dropped. He turned and walked to the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Daniel sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he kicked off his shoes.

James stepped into the steaming hot water of the shower. It had been so long since he had had one. His skin turned pink under the heat as he cleaned himself and scrubbed his hair. He didn’t understand the man in the next room. James was an object, and had been one all his life. Why is he treating him this way? Did he want something from him? Did he belong to him now as he had belonged to Antonio? He sighed and looked over his battered body. It hurt, everything hurt, every move sent white hot shoots of pain along his body. If he really did belong to Daniel now he would do everything in his power to make him happy, even if that meant sacrificing himself again.

Daniel finished the hamburgers as James slowly made his way out of the bathroom. Steam rolled into the living room as the cool air kissed his still slightly damp skin. Daniel stared in amazement. The loose sleep shorts hung low on his hips, too large for his slender form which was accentuated by the t-shirt which hung to his skin in some places, his wet blonde hair looking a little darker as it laid longer and more into his cold grey gaze.

“The food is ready if you’re hungry. I know how bad the food at the department may be so help yourself.”

James sat stiffly across from him, the table too small to really accommodate more than two people. He stared at the large burger on his plate and the array of toppings on the table to choose from. He looked to Daniel cautiously; the man was pleased to see a little life in his eyes as he longingly stared at the food.

“You can eat.”

That was all he needed to say, the boy took up the burger and began to wolf it down like he hadn’t seen food in weeks. Daniel smiled and took a bite of his own burger.

“If you slow down you can taste it.”

He smiled at the boy who had already inhaled half the burger. He slowed his chewing a little, almost showing embarrassment. Almost. Once his mouth was empty again he stared at Daniel, the same look he had before when they spoke in the living room. Or rather when Daniel spoke.

“Do you have something you want to ask?”

The boy swallowed and looked down.

“You can ask.”

He met his gaze again, his eyes cold as he toyed with his food.

“Do I…belong to you now?”

Daniel’s brow furrowed at the question. He was really messed up.

“You’re a human being James. You don’t belong to anyone.”

He locked eyes with Daniel, alarming…something in his eyes. Daniel couldn’t quite tell if it was anger or something else.

“You’re wrong.”

Daniel cocked his head at him.

“What do you mean?”

James stared down at his plate, seeming to have lost his appetite. His blonde hair hiding his face once more.

“Things aren’t people. Things have to belong to someone or they get thrown away.”

The boy stood briskly, his chair scraping along the floor as he walked to the bedroom. He closed the door lightly, which surprised Daniel and locked it. Daniel sighed, he was going to be difficult to handle. He finished his meal and stretched out on the couch, the glare of the television lulling him to sleep.

James cried for a long time alone in the strange man’s bed. It smelled of skin and tobacco, he kind of liked it. He didn’t want to be thrown out like garbage; he had to make him look his way somehow. He had to make Daniel see him the way he had always been seen, or else be tossed aside. If Daniel wouldn’t take him he was lost, no one else in his world was left, and he had nothing to survive on. He steadied himself as he stripped out of the clothes he was given, leaving them abandoned on the bedroom floor.

Daniel shifted on the couch, feeling himself rouse from sleep for something but he wasn’t quite sure. He opened his eyes and let them adjust; he felt something pulling on his clothes. He sat up sharply and nearly died at the sight before him. The boy had managed to undo his belt and pants, pulling them down enough to get at what he longed for. He was completely naked and sitting on the floor expectantly now between his knees.

“What are you doing?”

He didn’t know how he had managed to find his voice, but despite that small achievement he didn’t get an answer. Instead the boy’s fingers caressed the skin he had bared along his stomach and down to the cotton boxers he still had on completely.

“You can’t do this.”

He didn’t listen, instead he found Daniels already hard shaft and freed it from his boxers. Daniel let out a groan. It had been so long since he had been with anyone, but this was a boy, a sexually abused boy. He couldn’t allow this. James’ mouth fell over the head of his sex as Daniels head fell back. His tongue flicking over the flesh as he licked and sucked and tested Daniels limits. He pulled away and the man found himself longing for his lips again.

“But you want this.”

His fingers glided over his shaft, making it jump in reaction as the boy pulled the cloth from around his neck up and over his eyes. His tongue caressing the sensitive flesh in his hands.

“Why do you think that?”

He slid his lips down Daniels sex, taking him deep and sucking at him as if his life depended on it. Daniel arched instinctively, his fingers going to the boy’s hair.

“Because you haven’t stopped me.”

He pulled the boy up by his face, kissing him deeply as the boy tensed under his hands. After a few moments Daniel heard a soft click that he knew was familiar to him as the boy stood, his own sex erect as he straddled him, his arms behind his back. He had handcuffed himself. The boy arched and angled himself appropriately as Daniel felt the head of his sex slip past the boy’s tight ring of muscle.

“Things don’t feel.”

The boy slowly lowered himself, inch by inch until Daniel was deep inside him, buried to the hilt and amazed at how tight he felt.

“Things don’t show emotion.”

The boy rocked his hips against him, sending shivers of delight up Daniel’s spine as his hands went to the boys sides.

“We are tools for our owners. Nothing more.”

Daniel lifted the boy and dropped him back down, thrusting up and into him as the boy gasped. He held onto a slow and steady pace this way, striking the most sensitive parts of James and delighting in the flush of his skin and the way his body arched and tensed. He had never had sex with a man and in that moment he wondered why that was. He couldn’t take it anymore. He lifted the boy from him and turned him over on the couch, his chest and face down against the material as Daniel speared him once more. The boy gasped and writhed under him as he began his onslaught, slamming into him and striking that sensitive spot as fast and as often as he could. James quickly came with a shudder, his muscles rippling around Daniel as he clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to stop, he loved the sounds James made in his throat, he loved the look of abandon in his features and he loved the way he tightened around him with each deep thrust. It was more than he could handle. He came hard into the boy, panting heavily as he pulled out and realized what he had done. He quickly found the handcuff key and released him the boy moving gingerly to stand, Daniel’s seed running down his legs. The boy pulled the blindfold down around his neck again and gazed at Daniel.

“You own me now Danny. I’m a thing and things mustn’t be abandoned.”



James is showing signs of fear and has retaliated...in the only way he knows how...anyway I think I like James very much...Please read rate and review I'll see you soon hopefully!