Nimda

Author's Note: I had fun with this chapter. Character psychology is always interesting to write. Jesus, I'm tired *rubs eyes*

Oh, and in case it wasn't obvious, Alex is in college. Well...was.

Chapter 3 - Firewall

It had been several hours since the unfortunate introduction to his new life and Alex still felt himself shaking. He had been permitted to put on clothes, though he hadn't any of his own and with his master being so large he was forced to wear an oversized shirt and boxers. It was embarrassing and disgusting at the same time how the man would be kind then cold and then fearsome all within the span of seconds. He had sent Alex away telling him to “do what he liked” until he was called for, so the youth took it upon himself to explore the grounds.

He felt his mind compensate for the sudden loss of freedom. At least he lets me have some freedom, right? But he shook his head, angry with himself. I'm not property. He has no right. Alex sighed, cursing his previous life of luxury and education. He was sure that was what was making the transition that much harder.

Upon reaching a library like room, he grabbed a book off the shelf and flipped through some pages, his mind still buzzing with confused thoughts.

So, what now? Do I refuse to obey him? Do I run? Do I accept it?

He felt a chill run down his spine at the last one. The answer to that was and always would be no. In the back of his mind was a niggling little reminder of what his new master would expect of him, but he continued to ignore it, fearing that the thought would make him empty his stomach yet again. Finally, he actually looked at the book he had picked up, realizing it was Tzun Tzu's The Art of War. Sighing, he leafed through a few pages before putting it back, realizing now that he was actually starving and that he was only just now aware of it. But, was he allowed to eat without permission? Where was the kitchen, anyway? He remembered Jacob saying that he wasn't allowed to speak unless spoken to.

Sighing, he made his way to the wall and looked up at nothing in particular. “Computer?”

No answer.

“Smart Life computer?” There was a whirring noise of machinery. “This is a guest resident. I'd like to find the kitchen.”

Still no answer. Did he use a voiceless model? Alex had heard of some people doing that, though most didn't see a need. A voiceless model was only good for taking orders but could offer no suggestions. Alex wondered why would make Jacob go with that option. Sighing, he left the library and began to wander around, conscious of the jangling noises his cuffs made. They weren't the fancy, reinforced cable ones that police used. They were old fashioned, the kind that you might see in a museum.

Alex made note of that, figuring if he was going to survive, he should learn all he can through observation. So far, he had noticed few technological enhancements to the man's home. The (he hesitated on thinking the word) dungeon, had been filled mostly with simple machines. Perhaps, Jacob was a technophobe?

Or maybe he gets off on it. Having to use his own hands to handle his affairs?

The thought made his queasiness act up again, even as he stumbled from taking too large as step. “Damn it.” The lack of free movement was going to take a while to get used to and the fall reminded him of the stinging marks on his back. He had seen that some of them had bled a little, but most were superficial damage. It was hard to believe that, when he had felt as much pain as he had. His whole backside smarted in a way it shouldn't and it only served to remind him of his dilemma. Eventually he found a living room with a wallscreen spanning at least ten feet, an old, black and white film reel playing on it. He mentally took note of that.

He likes classic literature and movies? Weird...

There in a recliner, looking very relaxed, was Jacob Torren. The man still made him feel like a child with knocking knees. The blonde turn to him, his face stern as though he were expecting something. Alex couldn't help but feel like there was something he was forgetting to do.

A beat passed before the screen paused and he stood, moving fluidly as though his legs never shifted and he hovered over the ground. Alex moved to say something, to protest or apologize, when he felt the back of the man's hand smack in him the face, sending him to the floor. He tasted iron and salt, his head pounded and the pain spread across his cheek bone. Alex braced himself against the floor, coughing and blinking in confusion.

“Never have your head above mine.” The voice was calm as always. “Now, what do you want?”

Alex paused for a moment, thinking it over before he was reminded of yet another rule. Still feeling shaken, with butterflies reeling in his stomach, he stood, keeping his head bowed. “Kitchen.”

“You're hungry?”

He nodded, hoping that would be sufficient.

It seemed to satisfy him as Jacob spoke into the air. “Computer, food, dinner, vegetables and lean meats only.” He looked down at the young man with a smile. “Can't have you getting fat, now can we?”

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Had he been at home, he would have asked for darker meat, or gravy, or maybe some buttered rolls. He would have complained about the dryness of the chicken, how it was hard to swallow and had no texture. But, considering how hungry he was, Alex thought it was the best meal he'd had in a long time. Jacob sat across from him, drinking scotch and watching quietly, his own hunger satisfied earlier. Despite his empty stomach, Alex attempted to be dignified, trying to not make a mess or use his hands. Eventually, he gave up, figuring if Jacob didn't want him to eat like that, he would say so.

The stare was unsettling and as Alex filled his stomach, it started to bother him more. Hunger was no longer distracting him from those eyes. He didn't want to look directly at them, afraid of what he might see.

See what? Lust?

He stopped, fearing he might throw up his dinner and be hungry again but the butterflies still had a riot in his gut. Alex looked up from his meal when he saw the tall man stand up. “Meet me in the living room as soon as you're done.”

A pause.

“A-ye-yes sir.” Alex felt his heart pounding, afraid of another blow. It was only when he felt the presence leave that he relaxed, taking his time with his meal and trying to prolong the inevitable. Still, if he took too long, would that make Jacob angry?

Deep down he was having a war with himself. He wanted to fight, to bite and kick and scratch. Every time he obeyed an order he felt sick. And yet, every time he faced the large man, he couldn't help but feel scared out of his wits. He was a slave now. Jacob was well within his rights to kill him. Hell, given his bloodline, he could be killed and no one would know at all. He was supposed to be dead anyway.

Self-preservation warred against pride.

Alex looked down at the plate, realizing it was empty.

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The room was quiet save for the old phonograph sounding film flickering on the screen. Alex had seen old films like that, where the sound quality was funneled and and didn't always match exactly with the actors lips. His mother had loved them, though they never personally interested him.

“On the Water Front.”

Alex snapped his head in the direction of the voice.

“It's considered one of the greatest movies ever made.” Jacob was staring straight at him, the stern look only leaving when Alex immediately fell to his knees. “Good, you're getting the hang of it.” He patted his leg, one eye brow raising.

So much for rebelling. Well, what was I going to do? Get hit again? At least I would have kept my dignity.

Alex shook his head, walking on all fours to where the man called him.

Crawling...like an animal.

“Good, now up on my lap.” Alex looked up in shock, his mouth open in protest. A few seconds passed when he felt a large hand smack across the face again. There was a ringing in his ears this time, and the world seemed to go white for a moment. The hand pulled his shirt forward. “Up on my lap.”

Silently, Alex placed shaking hands onto the man's legs, lifting himself up, despite his legs feeling powerless, and reluctantly sat, facing the screen with the movie still playing. His face was burning and stinging all over, and he was reminded once again on the pain all along his back side. Alex hissed, biting his lip when he felt a large hand ghost over the marks, tracing some of them like paint strokes on a canvas.

He tried to remain still, terrified of being hit again, angry at himself for doing nothing, and completely unsure of how to react. It wasn't until he felt a hand snake into his boxers that he jolted, bracing his arms against the chair in an attempt to get up. He squirmed, his feet digging into the floor for traction, when the hand on his back began scratching and pinching the fresh wounds. “Ah!” Alex stopped, sitting back down and was rewarded by the pain stopping as well.

“You're mine, Alex. You'll let me do what I want to you and you'll always do as I say.” The hand was gently running along the marks, the other moving to lower the boxers onto the floor. Alex stared, his eyes half lidded as the fabric pooled around his ankles. So many voices warred in his head, demanding, crying out, screaming at him and yet he sat there. His self-preservation, the most basic of all human instincts, demanded he stay put.

Survive. Survive for now.

He bit his lip when the hand came back, stroking the limp shaft. Alex felt sickened even as he responded to the stimulation, a choked cry getting stuck in his throat. I was just so wrong. It was private and personal and this man was treating him like property.

That's because you are his property.

Alex felt his fingers dig into the arms of the recliner, his hands becoming sore from the strain. “Stop...”

Jacob responded by dragging his nails down that marks again and increasing his pace. The youth shook his head. He felt arcs of pleasure, like electricity, pooling in his lap. He twitched at each wave, the hair on his arms and neck standing on end. It was sick. It shouldn't feel good, but it did and he was getting off on it. Alex was crying, though he didn't notice it, and had he been coherent, he would have written the tears off as an attempt to compensate for the shock of the moment. Instead, his mind simply melted into a puddle of complaints and moans, though he kept them from being vocal.

“Make noise. Let me know how it feels.”

Alex choked on another sob, even as the hand sped up, squeezing in just the right places to send bolts of pleasure swimming under his skin.

“Oh, quit you're crying. I'm not even hurting you.”

Alex still remained silent, trying to focus on the wall instead. “Ah!” The pinch again, this time harder.

“What did I say about orders?”

“You don't like repeating them, sir.”

The pinch didn't let up until Alex let out a small noise, followed by a few more tiny moans. They seemed to be ripped from his throat, as though he had no control over them and his hips were now spasming of their own accord. His face burned with shame.

“Louder.”

He complied, though he felt his heart pounding in embarrassment at the command. Alex wasn't sure what to focus on anymore. The whole situation churned his stomach, even as he felt himself come close, climbing the mountain at the behest of this strange and abusive man. He tried to shut himself off, close down his mind but it felt impossible. The touch was too foreign and the situation was too strange. Alex braced himself as the orgasm hit him hard, jerking in Jacob's hand and moaning out in way that sounded too desperate and needy.

He was panting heavily, recovering, the tears drying on his cheeks, his mind trying to shield him from reality, when the hand was held up to his face, coated in his release.

“Clean it up.” Alex started to stand when he was pulled back down. “With your mouth.”

Slowly, his hands shaking, the young man grabbed onto the palm and stared at it, slowly lapping it up. He coughed after a second, wanting to spit out the bitter, burning fluid.

“Don't you dare.” Jacob seemed to be enjoying himself, a certain glee in his voice.

Alex swallowed, trying not to dwell on the taste, or how it burned his throat—how it tasted like stale candy and vinegar. Instead, he continued, ignoring his revulsion. The hand pulled away, the man behind him satisfied. “There, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?”

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He sat in the library, his face buried in a book. It was relieving, being able to forget shame for a moment. Alex had realized, in the minutes after his first orgasm at the hands of that man, what Jacob's goals were. He's trying to break me. He knows I'm a proud kid and he's trying to shame me into obeying him. Even though he confronted it, it still provided him no solution. What was he to do? If he ignored the commands he was beaten until he did. But, he couldn't just fight or refuse. His master seemed to enjoy that, delighting in picking a punishment and in the pain he caused. He couldn't just play along.

If he tells me to...If he tells me...

Alex couldn't even think it in his head, let alone come up with a strategy. “So much for escapism.” He muttered, putting the book back. The sun was setting and he was feeling antsy and a little hungry, though he was afraid of asking for food again. He wasn't even sure if the computer would recognize any of his commands. And, where was he supposed to sleep?

A voice came through the walls, answering his question immediately. It was Jacob. “Come here, I have to get up early tomorrow.”

Alex swallowed, slowly making his way to the master bedroom, his stomach turning and his legs threatening to turn to jello. Please be too tired, please be too tired, please be too tired. Upon entering the room, he saw that Jacob was already in nothing but briefs, a novel in his hand, his eyes only darting up to see the young man enter the room. Immediately, Alex dropped to his knees. He could almost hear the satisfaction that he was sure the blonde man was feeling. Gritting his teeth, he moved forward finally getting up onto the bed. Jacob looked sternly at him again until Alex realized the problem and lowered his head, though he had to keep his back end in the air in order to move at all. It was humiliating, and the man seemed to enjoy the look of frustration on Alex's face.

He moved to pat his lap again, setting the book aside and patiently waiting until the young man was reluctantly straddling his waist. “Do you see what obeying my orders gets you?”

“Yes sir.” The words felt tainted as they left his mouth.

“Now, you had your fun. Use your mouth and then you can go to bed.”

That was quite possibly the worst part about Jacob. Everything seemed inconsequential to him. Alex felt as though it might have been better if the man would at least acknowledge the weight of his commands. He was still reeling from what had been demanded of him.

“Alex.” The voice was laced with a dark undertone, one that made him tense up. “I want you to-”

“I know what you want to me do!” He felt the anger seep into his voice. He wanted to strangle this man, to hurt him, to carve him up. Alex clenched his fists even as he felt the back of Jacob's hand strike his face. The pain was doubled this time, and he was sure he would be covered in bruises, but he didn't care. Nothing could keep him from feeling anything but rage at the man.

There was a silence and he was struck again. Tears threatened to fall, the endorphins rushing in an attempt to stave off the pain. “I can do this all night, Alex.”

The youth stayed still for a moment, his teeth clenched, before finally moving downward. Reluctantly, he pulled the briefs down, Trying to ignore the semi-hard shaft he was forced to stare at. As he took it into his mouth he briefly wondered if Jacob had got off to hitting him.

The blonde man sat back, watching the display of frustration and anxiety on Alex's face as he sloppily began. He had no clue what he was doing and it showed. “You need practice.” His voice sounded amused as he watched Alex struggle to find a rhythm and not choke.

If he had to describe the experience, Alex would have used the word 'revolting'. He would have used the word to describe anything Jacob made him do. The man was, admittedly attractive. He was fit, tan, and had a perfect smile but, that didn't excuse his disgusting behavior or abuse. Alex stiffened when he felt a hand on the back of his head, pushing him down until the tip of the shaft touched the back of his throat. He gagged, though that didn't stop Jacob from shoving his face the rest of the way down. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the gagging, a look of ecstasy on his face.

Feeling panic from the lack of air, Alex did the only thing he could do, consequences be damned. He bit down as hard as he could.

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Huh...shorter than I expected. Well, I suppose it's for the best considering I have a test tomorrow in Sign Language. Oh, and a government project...and a health quiz...aw crap.

Just give me my AA already, ya beastads

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