Chains of Love

Title: Chains of Love
Writer: Lorettasilks
Summary: Deep in the forests, isolated a mansion where men are turned into pleasure slaves a Father will do anything and everything to save his son. But dwellings of the mansion are sacred, and Alex will soon learn there's a bigger force out there controlling them all.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Disclaimer: "This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited"

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Chapter Two


The sky was burning with reds and oranges as John stared out the tall windows of Nestle Lodge and nursed a glass of scotch. He took a look at the wood clock hanging behind the bar that read 6:22. He pulled out his cell phone and saw that he had no incoming calls, he gripped it his hands and shoved it into his pocket brushing his fingers through his short copper hair in distress.

His son and ex-husband were late in showing up to Nestle Lodge, they should have arrived three hours ago and he was getting worried. Alex no matter how angry or bothered would never try to worry him like this out of spite.

John, at thirty-six had the beginnings of gray already settling into the temples of his copper hair. His green eyes and mouth were already showing the deeper imprints of lines, having a twenty-five year old lover had made him more aware of his growing age and he frowned at the thought.

John had never wanted a large family, one of the things he and Alex had fought over. He should have been happy Chris, his younger husband didn’t want any children as well but as he watched his son David mature into an adult and he only had time during the summer to spend time with him he felt left out. Having been promoted as an executive he had the money to provide as a foundation for a growing family he wanted to share with Chris.

Chris though had vehemently refused and made sure he put a condom on John’s cock so he wouldn’t be dealt with any unexpected surprises, he made sure to tell John that he wasn’t ready for fatherhood, David was already a handful he’d explained and adding a baby would only complicate matters even more.

“I want to keep my figure hon, you don’t want some chubby husband by your side do you?” he’d said as he flipped his golden hair over one shoulder his finger running down John’s hair tugging on the dark chest hair.

“It doesn’t matter to me what you’d look like, I’d like to start a family with you. I feel David’s grown up so fast, Alex has him for most of the year I want to be there to share my life with my child and our children,” he emphasized running a hand over Chris’s very flat and toned belly.

“Oh God!” groaned Chris as he turned away “All this baby talk is making me sick. If you want to spend time with David so much just tell your ex you want David to move into an apartment here in Miami, he’ll be eighteen in a year anyway.”

“No, that’d break Alex’s heart, David’s all he’s got.”

“Then don’t complain. Babe I’ve never wanted kids, its one of the things that attracted me to you that you were done in having a family. We’re happy as we are, let’s not ruin it by adding a third, yeah? With David around in the summer its already a hassle, I have friends and parties to go to I can’t spend my time taking care of a teenager and a baby. Besides, we’re better just us two. You had your chance at a family, and look how that turned out.”

And that had been the end of that conversation. John looked at the clock again 6:26. It just wasn’t like Alex being late. He had been sure he would have at least received a phone call. Despite being remote with his ex-husband he still wished he and Alex could have kept a familiar relationship between them, there was a lot of history between them and he hated to feel left out of both his son’s and ex-husband’s life.

Of course he knew Alex would see it differently, he’d never forgiven John for straying. And John knew it had not been the best way of ending their relationship. He’d never actually looked into continuing his relationship with Chris if Alex had not filed for divorce, not that he’d ever admit it to anyone, that was in the past.

And as he drained his glass he slumped his shoulders in defeat as worry began to settle in as it became 6:30 and the sun finally went down.


-


The woman had threatened Alex with putting a bullet between his eyes if he didn’t shut the fuck up and keep the kid quiet. He’d tried to reason with her, lied about his ‘husband’ having money and willing to pay for their ransom. David had merely held onto him wailing in fear as Alex continued to plead with her in letting them go.

The trees were even more cloistered on this road, and Alex could feel the lump in his throat as he recognized it as a private road that not even the map had outlined. He tried to keep David calm, but naturally his own fears were triggered as his son helplessly hiccuped with rocking sobs against his chest.

He thought of his parents, of the things he should have done should have said, of John, would he still be waiting at the lodge? Would he call the police? Send a missing person’s report or would he simply excuse them not showing up as spite from Alex’s behalf? No, he couldn’t he knew Alex would never stop him from seeing David, no matter their differences. What of David? What did they want? Nearly raped, right in front of his son these people were insane they were deadly. Organized crime? Murderers who had picked up their latest victims?

The sun had set when the patrol car mad its way through a clearing beyond the trees wide iron gates almost as tall as the trees opened as the car drove forward the tires squelching above the sound of gravel. The car progressed in a steady crawl before it halted in front of the large mansion. It was a palace like structure with Corinthian columns surrounding the area and large weaving staircases and high ceiling windows. Trees were sparse here, and the windows overlooked to the front of the gates. The staircases made their way towards the other structures of the mansion with its reflective gold windows. The mansion was secluded and remote away from all of civilization—away from help.

David had his arms wrapped tightly around his middle his tear streaked face were showing signs of weariness and desperate fright. Alex was afraid as well, everything that had happened to them so far in one day had him feeling less secure and he hated feeling that he couldn’t soothe his baby because he needed someone to hold him their arms as well. All he wanted to do was sleep and pray it was all merely a dream. But at the sight of three burly men in black suits making their way towards where the patrol car was parked he knew it could not be.

Two of them made their around the car to each door on opposite sides and opened them at the same time. They pried David from his arms. Despite the weariness, the soreness as well as the traumatic events that had recently come to be Alex fought them like hell as his baby’s cries clutched his heart.

“Dad! Please!” cried David as the man dragged him by the waist towards the mansion’s open doors where a rally of people awaited. His sneakers kicked up the gravel as he struggled against the man, trying in vain to separate himself from the hold on him. But the man did not let go making sure to keep the young man from hurting or bruising himself by his own will.

“David!” Alex punched and clawed the arms snaking around him as he was dragged from the car like a rag doll. He punched and kicked the knees before him as he was pulled to stand on his feet before a muscular arm wrapped around him and took him further away from the front doors and to the side of the mansion walls, away from David. The last sight he had of his son was of him being enveloped into the wave of people before the continuing white walls blocked his vision.

“David! David!” he screamed, as a meaty hand covered his mouth and dragged him further behind the mansion, his baby’s cries could still be heard calling for him—calling for Daddy to help.


-


David was dragged up the front of the mansion steps where a cluster of men and women awaited him. The guard who had grabbed him kept his hands on his arms refusing to let him go as the group of people touched his face and hair, running soft powdery fingers across his cheeks, inspecting him.

“Oh he’s crying—

“He’s lovely—

“He’ll do—

The same woman who had kidnapped them at gunpoint walked with them as they pulled David inside into the lit foyer, “Please! My Dad! Where’s my Dad?!”

They laughed at him with mirth in their eyes, their smiling faces were a nightmare in David’s mind, and he now what real monsters could look like.

“Elaine?” one of them asked the woman “We weren’t planning on any new ones to show up today, what happened?”

The woman, Elaine, answered them as she rang a bell attached to one of the walls in the foyer “One of our lookouts caught sight of him at the diner, said we’d probably be interested.”

“He’s so pretty,” crooned one of the men, his thick lashes were prominent in his thin powdery face, his platinum hair would have washed his face out from all color if not for the blush and lipstick he wore “Master is going to like adding him to the show.”

“We better get him ready to meet the Master then,” said one of the women, as she stepped closer to David “Let’s put him with the rest so we can present them all together.”

They agreed as the guard picked David up again and led him up the winding staircases to a hallway dressed in mirrors and rich carpeting. At one of the many doors designed on both walls, Elaine produced a key and opened it.

David was pushed inside and the door quickly closed behind him, the lock turning as he pounded against it crying to be let go. The sound of voices behind him made him jump as he looked at the other people with him.

They were around his age a few years maybe two years younger than him. They were expensively dressed in soft silk shirts and matching pants, jewelry hung around their wrists, ears and some around their navels and nipples.

The sheerness of their clothing was not lost on David and he could see the outlines of small bikini cut underwear behind the pants and the dark colors of their nipples outlined against the white silk.

They looked at him with wonder and fright not knowing what to do at the sight of a newcomer. A dark haired man maybe a year older than he stepped forward to touch his shoulder, his eyes dark with grief “Are you okay?” he asked.

Miffed, David lashed out and slapped his hand away “No!” he yelled, “What do they want! Why am I here! Where’s my Dad! Who are you!”

“Please!” whimpered one of the younger one’s as he wrapped his skinny arms around his chest “Please don’t yell, they’ll come if you scream.”

“Who!”

“The bad men downstairs,” whispered another one “They’ll take you downstairs and we’ll never see you again.”

The dark haired young man from before nodded “We don’t know what’s going on either,” his eyes watered and he blinked them away “I was with my brother when a cop stopped us on the road. He shoved a rag over my brother’s mouth and he fell unconscious, I was frozen I was too scared to do anything and that’s when he got me,” he was openly weeping now “I just want to go home! I don’t know where my brother is, they locked us in here and made us dress like this and we still don’t know why!”

“They took my Dad,” David looked to them and saw the grief on their faces and knew they were forced into the same predicament as he was “Why am I here?”

“We don’t know, but each one was kidnapped the same way,” mumbled someone in the back, his back to them with drooped shoulders.

“Do you think its terrorists?” asked the young one from before “I think it’s a terrorist group who’re going to keep us for ransom—maybe we’ll be let go, we just have to wait until their demands are met. Yeah! That’s all!”

“You’re an idiot!” cried a boy from the far end “No fucking terrorists would do this fucking shit to a bunch of kids like us, we’re not important people!”

“Don’t tell him to shut up!”

“It’s sex.” Whispered a young man who looked to be the eldest of the group, wary blue eyes stared at them from a fringe of strawberry blond hair “The man, the cop, that took me from my boyfriend. He said he wished he could fuck me, but he’d have to wait until the other men sampled me first. We’re here to be prostitutes.”

“No!” screamed the skinny boy “We’re not! We’re not! It’s illegal!”

“So is kidnapping,” muttered the strawberry blond “But they did it anyway.”

David’s heart hitched and he lay down on the floor “How could they? Why? Why would they?”

“I can’t, I can’t,” one of the younger one’s began to cry as the others visibly shifted, their fears resurfacing out into the open.

“Oh god,” whispered David as he shut his eyes “Daddy please, come save me.”

-


The night came and went and David had slept through it. The other boys had provided him with the same uniform of clothing they wore. When one of them had produced a bottle of Nair he nearly cried again, the brunette from before, Lucas, had given him a trembling smile “They don’t allow razors.”

He had put the smelly lotion over his legs, armpits and private areas. It had burned, and though Lucas had promised him that no one had had a rash breakout by using the thing, he still worried.

Lucas helped him dress and combed his hair to soothe him and it now lay in dry wavy strands down to his shoulders. He felt awkward in the new set of clothing, as his old clothes had been picked up by one of the guards who had leered at both he and Lucas before shutting the door on their faces.

David took the time to look over his surroundings. The room was large, with five queen size beds surrounding the common area. There was one lush bathroom with stone pillars and one large bathtub the size of a Jacuzzi. There were no windows here and the only light they had came from the hanging chandelier that hung from a concave dome. Their lunches had been served by one of the guards, a different one this time. He had placed the picnic basket on the floor before quickly shutting and locking the door behind them. Inside the basket there was a case of boxed juices, three loafs of sliced bread, cut cheeses and meats, containers of raw vegetables and a bag filled with small tangerines.

The strawberry blond, whose name was Leo, separated the meals handing everyone their own share. They ate in silence and David came to learn that they spent most of their days doing much of the same way. The skinny boy, Billy, had been there the longest as much as it surprised David. There were twelve boys living in that room all ranging in different ages from the oldest at twenty-one to the youngest at fifteen. Each one had been on the same road when they had been kidnapped many in the same way David had been beginning with a police officer.

It seemed only Billy, had been snatched away in the cover of darkness from his parents without anyone there to witness his kidnapping. David had asked if it had been Frank, the police officer who had been responsible for their abductions. Some had said yes, while a few others had mentioned other names, but all having been described as wearing police officer uniforms.

When the lights automatically turned off, David was filled with fear, they were going to kill them, he thought. Lucas though had tugged his arm and lead him towards the bed away from the door, both their slender frames able to fit on the bed.

Another night had gone by and David could hear the hush-hush of whimpering and crying in the room. Leo who had not slept as far as David could tell cried into his pillow. Lucas had mentioned that Leo had watched them kill his boyfriend who had tried to protect him when he’d been dragged into the car. Lucas didn’t sleep much either, he constantly murmured his brother’s name and when he did he sleep he twitched and woke up gasping for air as though he had just run a marathon instead of waking from a nightmare and continuing to live it awake.

David hugged his pillow closer to him. Where was his Dad? He hadn’t seen his father be dragged inside the mansion walls. Lucas had mentioned when they’d taken him through the front doors he’d watched as they dragged his brother down the back. Just like David’s Dad they hadn’t been brought inside. Why?

David didn’t want to think of Lucas explanation for it, in tears he’d told David he thought they took them to the back so they could kill them. Now that they no longer needed leverage on them to cooperate they could get rid of them and keep the one’s they had wanted in the first place. Which brought the topic back to what Leo had said.

Prostitutes.

He cringed at the thought, especially when he looked at Billy who stood as the youngest of the whole group with his naive hopefulness and boyish little grin and pout.

The more he labored over the possibilities the more he agreed with Leo. There was a reason they were put here, made to dress they were which was barely anything it was obvious they were not there to be adopted by some rich old man who happened to be a little lonely. There was a chance there were more of them in the other rooms he had seen before he had been locked into this one.

But then what to do with the other people who had been kidnapped? What of Lucas’s brother? Of David’s Dad? Leo had said his boyfriend had been killed in front of him, why?

His lids fluttered as he fought sleep. Leo’s slim chest rose shallowly up and down his slender arm draped over his head covering his eyes and his hair. As David closed his eyes and let exhaustion overwhelm his senses he couldn’t help but think how similar Leo had looked like Lucas and himself and strangely like all the other boys in build with his arm covering most of his face and hair. But he soon fell asleep and promptly forgot the next morning.


-


John listened to the police officer as he filed a missing reports file down at the station of the quaint town of Nestle district. When Alex and David had failed to show the first night and there still had been no call, he’d called Chris to make sure David hadn’t tried to contact him there.

“Nu-uh, David didn’t call,” he’d said, John had listened to the sound of clinking glasses in the background, the soft beats of Miami music and splashing water from the pool.

“Chris, I need you to send everyone home. You have to stay by the phone no matter what. Alex and David didn’t come to the lodge last night.”

Chris had merely given him a fluttering laugh, and John could almost see him raising a delicate hand with it “They’re probably on their way, it’s just your ex’s way of being a raging bitch.”

John gritted his teeth, no matter if he and Alex had not come to an agreement on clearing up their differences, Alex had given birth to his son and as his other parent he deserved respect “Chris, I’m not kidding. Alex would never do something like this, it’s not like him. They’ve been missing for hours now, I’ve called Alex’s parents they’ve chartered a plane to take them up here. I’m planning on filing a missing persons report after I hang up the phone, but I need you to send everyone away from the house and start making phone calls to all of David’s friends, send e-mails, text I don’t care but find anyone that he might have come into contact with twelve hours ago.”

“Darling, I think you’re making a bigger situation out of all of this. I tell you what, I’ll send a few text messages to some of David’s friends and I’ll have the phone by me at all times just in case someone calls, which I think they won’t, but just in case! I really think it’s your ex pulling your leg, you know how jealous he is of us and of what we have. I can’t just ask everyone to leave the party when were all having so much fun, it would look bad on me as host.”

“I want them out!” shouted John, he gripped the phone in his hand wanting to break it in two as his knuckles turned white “My son is missing Chris! This isn’t about you and your ‘parties’ something could have happened to them along the way, do you understand? Shit! I should have told them to charter a plane instead of driving through the middle of nowhere! Anything could have happened without anyone having seen them!”

“Well don’t yell at me! I won’t tolerate an attitude from you John! It’s your son! You never listen to my needs, it’s as if you’re still married to that bitch. I have news for you John you are married to me! I’m not going to stop this party, if they call I’ll tell them to call you, right now you’ve terribly upset me and I’d rather not speak to you at all!”

The slam of a dial tone froze John and he stood there shocked for a moment before slamming the payphone to its receiver, repeatedly before storming out of the booth and making his way to his rental car and down to Nestle district.

“Do you have any pictures?” The officer asked as he reviewed the paperwork.

“Uh, yes, yes,” John reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and dug behind the picture of Chris and David last summer at the beach, inside he fingered two wallet sized photos one of David that he’d taken one morning in Miami, his bright smile of his baby boy made his eyes itch with tears. He took the other photo of his ex. It was a picture of Alex in profile from four years ago that he’d taken in private as Alex had been washing his paintbrushes in his studio.

He reluctantly handed them to the police officer who looked up at him with regret in his eyes “They’re a pretty family you got there,” he paper clipped the pictures into the folder and shut it closed "If you can find anymore pictures of them both it’d really help.”

“Thank you.”

“I have to admit though, we don’t usually start looking for missing people this quickly, but we have reason to believe they may be a part of a long list of missing people here in Nestle.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’ve been having a few missing persons report make their way into Nestle, all outside of the district. Relatives, friends have sent letters and called in saying they’ve had people not coming home. We usually think of it as a runaways or people escaping their old lives to start new one’s, but there’s just something real strange with that. The more reports I uncover the further they date back.”

A sick feeling churned in John’s stomach “Have you found any of the missing people?”

The police officer gave him a quick look, his eyes filled with haunted grief “Not a footprint, not a body, not a whisper. You a religious man John?”

He shook his head “Me neither, ‘course I find myself praying more and more these days,” he stood as John did and shook his hand “I’ll make sure to pray for you and your family too”

“Thank you,” John let himself out and watched through the small window on the door as the detective true to his word said a little prayer crossed himself and began to pour into the folder. John took a breath and walked towards the doors leading out of the station when he bumped into another officer.

“Whoops!” laughed the officer “Should look both ways before you bump into other people Sir.”

“Yeah,” John glanced at the name on his uniform “My apologies.”

“No big deal,” The officer shrugged and began to walk away “You have a good one Sir.”

“You too, Frank,” he replied and walked the opposite direction.

_______________________________________________________________________________________________________

Comments: Apologies for grammar, I’m not much of an editor. I have to admit that this was a second draft of chapter two and the one I was most satisfied with, but I need to gather more of my notes and thoughts and go from there to provide all my readers with a good story. I’ve been a stickler for updating, always have been, the first chapters always seem the easiest so when I realized I’d had to put out chapter two or shut up, I did so with some regret [maybe I’ll come back and re-edit] but really I just want to go from here and move forward. So please be kind and support me by rating and reviewing.

I’d really like to thank the following readers:

Takumi Fujiwara
Wolverine 1983
Black Cat
Snowleapord
Bambi4Real
Midnightsscream
MistressDenna
Iluvmyterrier
Preciouslittlehope
Kags21

You all made my day, and really pushed me into finishing this chapter so thank you very much.