Chains of Love

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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.
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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"

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Chapter Four

David remembered the first time he'd drank alcohol. He was ten and his parents had been lounging in the backyard of their house enjoying the quiet timber of nature. Their house had been old, while his Father had greatly disliked the smell of the earth, David's Dad had fallen in love with the property. The overlaying branches of trees, the hike trail that led from their backyard, and the tranquility that came with living in the mountains.

The house had been a two-story, its peeling white paint, creaky stairs and shutter windows added to the tranquil atmosphere. The house appeared to have sprung from the earth itself. David could remember the winters, the heavy fall of snow and the warmth within their home as he and his Father clambered down the stairs for his Dad's morning cooking and delectable hot chocolate.

Even as he stared at the long wine glass being offered to him, he could still remember the smell of the alcohol. He'd crept into the kitchen for one of the high sugar snacks he knew his Father hid in the cabinets. He'd caught sight of the half empty glass on the counter. The smell had been overwhelming, but curiosity won out, and he drank the glass in one gulp.

And had quickly thrown it all back up.

Now the glass was still being offered to him, and he could still remember crying as his parents ran into the kitchen to see what was wrong. The drink had burned his throat as had the vomit. Tears had run down his cheeks as he shook with great heaving sobs at the sight of the mess on the floor. His Dad had quietly comforted him, bathed him and then gently took care of him until he fell asleep. The next day he’d been in trouble.

The young man was still offering the glass, "Take it," and this time he laughed.

He was dressed in casually, a simple t-shirt and ivory pants, and in bare feet, his blonde hair falling in soft waves to his shoulders. There were others dressed just like him, where David and the other boys had been led to. The richness of the room nearly took his breath away, the walls painted a cerulean blue, the windows open and the silk curtains were draped casually, rustling ever so often with a stealing breeze. Plates of food and wine littered the expensive tables. Large paintings with gold embellishments across their frames offered the visual pleasure of gardens and nymphs.

The other boys who had entered the room were no longer wary as they had been in the beginning, they were now welcomed and introduced to the older boys being offered meats, fruit, cake and wine.

"My name is Nick," smiled the older boy.

"David," he said fully aware of the sheerness of his own clothes compared to the other boys.

Nick wrapped a brotherly arm around his shoulders and led him to a group that was lounging on the floor with plush pillows of satin, saucers of desserts in the center as they passed around a bottle of wine between themselves.

"Everyone," said Nick interrupting the laughter, "This is David."

Faces lit up in smiles as he was cheerfully welcomed. Two boys made room for him on the pillows offering the bottle of wine, which he refused. They laughed and ruffled his hair. Nick sat across from him, crossing his long legs under himself as he leaned over to pluck a chocolate berry to his mouth. The berry stained his lips red and he smiled good-naturedly at David with vibrant blue eyes.

A hand caressed his thigh and he jumped, startled. The dark haired boy who had touched him, winked. He casually leaned back on his arms and stared at him beneath his lashes, "You're really pretty," he murmured.

David blushed.

"Ignore him," said Nick rolling his eyes.

The boy pouted at Nick, his nose scrunched up in false anger before shrugging his shoulders and then leaning against the other boy sitting next to him. "You know," interrupted Nick as he plucked another chocolate berry from the tray and popped it into his mouth thoughtfully chewing on it, "You boys came at a special time."

Warily David watched Nick and the others, the boys who he had shared a room with the past few days seemed to gobble the older boys attentions, many feasted on the platters of food, some were drinking greedily from the top of the wine bottles, others were lazily lounging against the delicate couches and plush pillows on the floors. Forgotten, forgotten that they were being held captive. When once they had fitfully cried in their sleep, had cowered in their shared room they now laughed, merrily swallowing the atmosphere.

Again David wondered where his Dad was, and 'damn', he thought as tears clouded his vision for a moment as he tried to swallow the agony and the burning sensation of his throat opening. Why was he here? Where was his Dad? All David had seen were boys around his age, no adults besides the monsters that had led them here in the first place.
And what of Billy? Where had they taken him, no, not where, why had they taken him? Why just him, when the rest of them were led to this room to be spoiled, offered liquor, sugar and real food besides the baskets that had still left them hungry.

His fingers became fists against the sheer fabric encasing his legs.

Nick watched him with a smile before leaning over to finger his longish copper hair, "You're lucky," he chuckled, "Not many are pretty like you."

Watching those blue eyes peering at him through heavy lidded eyes, reminded David of all the times his ex-boyfriend had looked at him the same way when he wanted to cope a feel and David wasn’t in the mood.

“Nick,” complained one of the other boys in the circle, “He’s not that pretty.”

Nick just grinned and hugged David, letting his arm casually hang from his shoulder close to touching the bare skin of his chest exposed by the shirt but not completely doing so.

“Do you know why we’re here?” he asked.

The hand gently caressed his chest as Nick leaned against him resting his head on his shoulder, his body lax, “Mhm,” he breathed out tickling David’s neck.

“Why are you here?”

Nick gently kissed his neck even as David moved away, startled.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he laughed, “To get fucked of course.”

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It was the rumbling that woke him.

Inside his prison cell, the walls were groaning with life. Alex had bedded down and curled himself up in one corner, but now he tentatively stood up rubbing his arms for some added warmth when a jet of rushing water poured down through the ceiling of his cell.
He sputtered and threw himself against the walls banging his hip against the rock as the freezing water soaked him fully through. It shot off in every direction great big geysers filling the dank tub of his cell floor as it pulled him down to his knees where for a second he lost himself in the chaos believing he would drown.

He didn't know how much time had passed before the jets turned off and he lay on his hands and knees soaked to the bone, his hair plastered to his face and neck. He coughed and gasped for air clutching at himself. Drops of water cascaded from the ceiling like raindrops after a fierce rainstorm. Alex was still kneeling in the large pool of water that was now knee deep, when slowly the flooding in his cell began to sink into the drain pipes, that had been purposely built there to drain the pool lakes of water.

He waited, watching, fascinated as the cell drained itself. He grappled on his knees to the rock walls of the cell clutching at it with icy fingers, shivering still. He looked around the dome shaped cell, the smell of wet minerals filling his sinuses.

Without ceremony, the cell gate door swung open and slammed against the opposite rock wall with a jarring 'clang' as two powerfully built men in black uniforms entered. They cornered Alex in just a few long strides. They were on him, one grabbed him by the back of the neck, bone crushing hands digging into the delicate vertebrae of his neck. He winced in pain hunching his shoulders trying to break the hold, helplessly. The other man did not touch him, but merely wrapped what felt like a belt around his neck, fastening it tightly around his throat before two blunt fingers pressed against him to lock it in place.

They finished and abruptly let him go, left him there, a weak mess on the cell floor before shutting the cell door again. For a moment he lay there unmoving, his chest rising slowly up and down, his eyes staring off into the dankness of his cell.

But then his fingers curiously touched the leather strap around his neck, mentally mapping it. The collar had been locked, but try as he might he could not find a hole of where the choker was to open.

He was collared.

A prisoner of an unknown prison. They had not fed him in the time he had been locked away. The only light available was the soft fuzzy glow of the miner lamps that hung along the inside of the cell walls, and yet still his eyes ached from trying to see with the weak artificial light.

The soft banging on his cell door made him look towards the entry way where a young man in his mid twenties lightly ran a prod across the bars. Blue eyes watched him, a condescending smirk crossing his features contorting a rather handsome face. Though young, the man was heavy with muscles, his arms corded with them as was his massive chest. He wore his black uniform with tight precision, the seam lines of his pants and jacket evident. He stared at Alex with knowing eyes and it made him nervous.

"What's your name gorgeous?" he asked leaning elbows towards the bars. Alex diverted his attention elsewhere, not knowing what to do or say. He didn't even see when the man angrily narrowed his eyes at what appeared to be a snub, he slid the key into the cell and slammed it open prod in hand.

Alex turned terrified eyes at him bringing his hands up to ward off any blows when the prod struck him on the thigh and a current speared him sending an electrical shock. He cried out, more in surprise than in pain at first, but then he felt the heat on his inner thigh where the Hot-Shot had penetrated his skin the second time. One caught him to the side and then another to the shoulder where he grounded it for good measure before it glanced down to his neck.

"Dont!" he cried out holding his hands out even as the electric prod struck the inside of one of his palms.

He stopped and Alex could hear the sharp crack of the cattle prod as it hummed in the guard’s hand. The man knelt down to where Alex cowered, shivering, cold and wet. Slowly his hand ran across one naked thigh, creeping towards the inside of it as he pressed himself against him, “What’s your name?” he whispered.

“...Alex.”

“Alex huh,” he pressed closer. His body thrummed with strength and a cockiness that was etched with malice. His hand crept closer and cupped Alex roughly between his thighs holding him there. Alex hissed and closed his eyes, “Me and you?” he said, “ We’re goin’ to have us a good time.”

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Elaine quietly reviewed the paperwork that had been discretely mailed to her by clients. Already the events at the mansion had been successful in attracting more new clients. And though she was relieved that business continued, her clients needs were beginning to become an issue she could no longer ignore.

Flesh was always in demand. Of course it was not always available.

Sideways she picked up the file she had recently reviewed. The Father and son who they had sequestered but a week ago had been a lucky find that even she could not have predicted. But she still had reservations of the pair. They’d never had a father and son being brought to them, and she couldn’t help feeling a little apprehension for it. It was risky, no doubt, families could start asking questions. But she would measure the risks, she decided when their paperwork cam through. The young man had been taken within the mansion walls with the other boys to begin the process. While the Father had been taken underground, she smiled, where he too would begin a process.

For what it would result in, even she didn’t know. And she smiled at the thought, she always did like surprises.


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