Rick's New Beginning
Darkness swirled, never staying the same shape. Rick watched in silent fascination as it moved, becoming one thing and then another. Then terror seized him as the darkness rushed at him, slowing through him. Rick could feel it tainting him, altering him. Rick awoke with a scream on his lips.
Rick was scared. He had no clue were he was or what he was doing there. The last thing that he remembered was a nice man offering him a ride to the library. Rick recalled that he had been nervous, but grateful for the offer; He was new to the district, having just moved, and did not have any friends to walk with. They made small talk for awhile, in which the guy asked if Rick was gay. Rick had denied it, not wanting to move again, telling the man that where he had come from he had a whole harem of girls at his call. Then the man had laughed softly at that and apologized for his mistake, saying that he wasn't usually that far off in his character judging skills. Rick, despite his misgivings stirred up by the all to accurate guess, had gotten into the car and buckled himself in. Then the man had started to drive. They listened to the radio and sang along. Rick was surprised to discover that they liked the same songs. Time passed, and Rick had gotten sleepier and sleepier until he had dropped off, head propped gently against the passenger side window, snoring softly.
Desperate for some answers, Rick looked around the room where he was being held. It was only partially lit, by one lone, bare bulb, high above. There were two doors that led to who-knows-where. Shadows twisted and moved threateningly in Rick's minds-eye. About the only un-threatening things in the room were a glass filled halfway up with what looked like water, and the four posts of the bed he was handcuffed to. Desperately, he pulled at the handcuffs that kept him on his back, pinioned on the bed. Moving around caused the old spring bed to creak and groan in protest.
Rick whimpered in pain as the thin, tempered metal of the handcuffs pulled tighter, pinching his skin. Rick stopped moving completely. As soon as his attention was not diverted, the pain in his wrists sharpened, making him tear up. How long he lay on that old bed, he did not know. After a while however, the pain and the stress that accompanied the shadow-fears caught up with him, and Rick dropped off into an uneasy sleep.
Silently, one of the doors to the small room opened. Stepping in with the silence and grace of a cat, came the Tamer. Closing the door silently behind him, the Tamer waited until he heard a muted click from inside the door itself before proceeded further into the room. The youth lay on the bed, unaware of the newcomer now standing over him. He continued to sleep, whimpering softly as his dreams twisted and turned. Gently, almost tenderly, the Tamer caressed his prisoner's face, as he murmured to himself, "So innocent...and so pure. But not for much longer..." Smiling down on the sleeping youth, the Tamer whispered, "I am going to enjoy educating you in the ways of my world, my young friend." Drawing a small box-cutter out of the back pocket of his well-cut jeans, he placed the tool on the bed, before stripping down to the black leather domination harness he wore underneath his outer clothing. Folding his clothing neatly, he slid them under the bed. Then, taking the box-cutter, the Tamer carefully began to cut the youth's clothing from his sleeping form.
The Tamer moved slowly, partly to avoid waking his 'victim', but also to savor each moment, prolonging the time till the youth's total exposure. 'Like a butterfly out of its cocoon.' Thought the Tamer, appreciatively, as he cut away the last of the youth's undergarments, leaving him naked, and open to his gaze. Retracting the box-cutter's blade, the Tamer stowed it under the bed with his clothing. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the Tamer carefully positioned himself so that no part of his body would be hidden from the youth's sight when he awoke. For awhile, the Tamer just watched the youth sleep. The Tamer watched as Rick's chest gently moved up and down in time to his soft breathing. Laying a hand on the youth's chest, the Tamer ran his hand through the brown hair on his chest. Continuing downwards, the Tamer gently kneaded the youth's stomach before working downward to cup the youth's genitals. Feeling the warmth of it in his hand, the silkiness of the youth's pubic hair against his callused skin brought the Tamer a sense of great pleasure. The youth moaned softly, longingly, as his dreams became fleetingly erotic. The Tamer savored the sound of the youth's moans. 'It is time to start.' The Tamer thought to himself with a smile. Then, reaching over to the headboard of the bed, the Tamer took the glass of water and carefully began to trickle some of the re-vitalizing liquid down his captive's throat.
Rick was happy. He was held tight in his boyfriend's arms once again. With a small sound of satisfaction, Rick rested his head against Paul's shoulder. Contentment surrounded him like a blanket, filled him like nothing had before. Rick heard Paul's familiar laugh, and a wave of longing swept over him. Without warning, Paul reached down and groped Rick, extracting a moan from his throat. Rick looked up into Paul's face and saw desire, a desire for him. And in that moment, Rick knew that he desired Paul as well. Suddenly, the heavenly moment was extinguished. Rick cried out as Paul was torn from his embrace. The ground began to roll and pitch, as if he was on a ship gripped in the middle of a storm. Rick felt himself falling. Rick was drowning. The pounding surf of the ocean beat at his body, dragging him under the surface of the sub-arctic water leaching him of all his strength. His parents were on the boat, just watching as the water washed over him. As he opened his mouth to breath, to scream, anything, the water rushed in, gripping him in its icy cold embrace. Opening his eyes, Rick screamed at the top of his lungs.
Realization that he was not drowning brought a sense of profound relief. Panting hard, Rick looked around the room he found himself in, trying to recall where he was, and why he was there. Turning his head brought the man into his line of sight. A hot bush rose almost instantly in his cheeks as he saw what the man was wearing, and what he was not. Averting his head, Rick closed his eyes, not trusting himself, not daring to look at the decadent person perched on the edge of the bed. "Hello." The man's voice was a pleasant baritone, soothing and warm. Pulling at the handcuffs, Rick tried to loosen himself. He winced as the cuffs drew tighter, cutting into his skin even further. "You know," said the Tamer, a hint of amusement in his voice "It is polite, when someone says 'hello' to you, for you to say hello back." The man's warm voice had a calming effect on Rick. As did the subject he had chosen. Stopping his efforts to break free of the handcuffs, Rick hesitantly replied "H-hello..."
"H-hello..." The Tamer smiled as he heard the youth's hesitant greeting. Leaning forward the Tamer softly placed a hand on the youth's chest, and said "Now, was that so hard?" The youth shook his head and slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the Tamer caused the blush in his cheeks to intensify. "H-how can you wear something like...that?" the youth asked, a mix of wonder and envy in his voice. The Tamer smiled as he ran his hand over the youth's chest, gently massaging him with his fingers. "It is actually very easy." The Tamer informed the pinioned youth in a casual tone, "All you need to do is to be proud of what it reveals, to be able to flaunt yourself." Feeling the Tamer's hand stroking his chest, the youth raised his head a bit and looked down. His eyes widened as he realized that his clothing was completely gone. The Tamer smiled at the shell-shocked expression on the youth's face. "Speaking of things being revealed. You, my young friend, are very handsome."
Fear twisted itself across his face, particularly in his eyes. Other then a sigh, the man made no response to Rick's silent accusation. "Let me go! Right now!" Rick demanded in a panicked voice. Still smiling, the man reached down and gently took a hold of Rick's ballsack. "You need to be polite when you talk to me." He informed Rick, his voice still calm and warm. Rick mentally and physically recoiled a bit, from the feeling of the man's warm hand enveloping his ballsack. He was being touched by a man. It came as a shock to Rick, how much he liked the feeling. It was like Paul's touch, in his dream, but somehow, better. Rick blustered, "Why should I be polite to a kidnapper like you?"
The warm smile faded from his face, to be replaced by one of earnestness as the Tamer began to apply a vice-like pressure to the youth's genitals. The youth began to thrash, to scream, as pain, clear and intense, lanced through his body. Each scream tore at the Tamer's heart and finally, he was forced, after a few moments of this torture, to relent. The Tamer relaxed his clamp-like grip. Regret was heavy in the Tamer's voice as he said "I do not want to hurt you, my young friend, but you must be polite when you speak to me."
Rick was shaken. The man could inflict pain, so easily, to him. Rick's bravado shattered completely by the manifestation of proof of that fact. "W-what is your name?" he asked hesitantly, his voice low and respectful. Rick flinched as the man reached forward again. Defensively Rick curled into a ball, protesting, "I want to know so I can address you properly! That's part of being polite, isn't it?" The man did not move his hand as he reiterated, "I do not want to hurt you..."
Still curled up, the youth looked at the Tamer through the gap in between his knees. 'Such a cute ass' the Tamer thought, his cock stiffening a bit, as the youth considered his words.
Slowly, Rick uncurled, scared of what might happen, but wanting to know what the man was going to do. The man's hand continued forward until it, once again, rested lightly on his chest.
"My name is irrelevant" the Tamer soothingly informed the scared youth, "But you may call me 'sir' or 'master', either is acceptable, the choice is yours." Still a bit afraid, the youth nodded and said "Y-yes sir..." The smile that the Tamer directed at the youth was like the sun coming out of a cloud bank.
Despite himself, despite the danger he felt he was in, Rick found himself relaxing, the tension leaving his body. As he lay there, looking up at the immodest person on the edge of the bed, Rick asked, curious. "Sir...What do you want with me? Why am I here?" Just for a second, Rick saw naked pain in the man's eyes, accompanied by the glassy-ness of a person lost in their own memories. "My last...companion...is no longer with me..." His eyes lost their far-away look, but not their pain, as he continued "So I am looking for a replacement."
Rick winced a bit as he tried to move to a more comfortable position. This man fascinated him. He certainly wasn't a rapist; he certainly wouldn't have wasted all of this time talking to him before doing something to him if he were. And he didn't act like a predator; He cared about his humanity. The man did not see him as just an object, to be used and thrown away; he felt that he had value. After a moment's hesitation, Rick asked "Why me, sir? What is so special about me that I would be able to be a replacement?" But the man was not listing. His attention was locked on the small rivulets of blood running down both of Rick's arms. "Oh..." the man said.
Looking at the youth, the Tamer asked in a quizzical tone "Why didn't you tell me that the cuffs were too tight?" The youth was stunned by the question. Hesitantly, he replied, "Well, um, they weren't before, I've been pulling on them for awhile..." Shaking his head sadly, the Tamer asked "Were you not listening before? I don't want you to hurt, to feel pain; And right now, you are in pain. You should have told me..."
Rick was totally confused. Every time he thought that he had a handle on the guy, something new would pop up. Pulling the key for the handcuffs out of its storage place in one of the hollowed out bed posts, the man quickly and gently removed the handcuffs. The youth winced a bit as the Tamer pulled the thin metal free of his skin. "Stay still." commanded the man as he gently folded Ricks hands on his chest, "I will be right back with some salve and bandages..." Getting up off the bed, the man walked over to the door. Stroking the door-frame rewarded him with a muted click and the door opening part-way. Rick watched as the man left, carefully closing the door behind him. 'What is going on here?' Rick wondered in amazement "What is with that guy?" Settling down into the bed, Rick waited for the man to return, not moving. He shivered softly as a draft played across his skin.
The Tamer moved around his home, quickly gathering the supplies he would need to begin the healing process on his young charge's wrists. Cursing himself silently for allowing the damage to be done in the first place, he grabbed a roll of gauze and went back to the room.
"I knew I should have used the leather cuffs. The kid isn't an animal, he wouldn't have chewed them off..."
Opening the door a fraction, the Tamer looked in. He let a bit of a smile come to his lips as he saw that the young boy was following his instructions and staying completely still. 'He is obedient...' he thought 'Perhaps he is the one after all...' Stepping into the room, the Tamer closed the door, waited until he heard the muted click, and then went over to the bed. "I am back again." The Tamer said, unnecessarily.
"I am back again." The man said, unnecessarily. Rick nodded, the blush coming back to his cheeks as he found himself watching the man's every move, how the leather of his daring outfit hugged every curve his body, turning the perfectly tan skin white in places. Rick felt his heart begin to beat faster.
The Tamer saw that his captive was watching him closely and gave a little smile, to reassure him. The Tamer began to treat his charges wrists with hydrogen-peroxide and the gauze. The Tamer watched as the clear solution caused the cuts to froth, boiling and burning away all of the things that could hurt his young charge.
Rick found himself loving the man in front of him. It was stupid, he knew, but he could not otherwise explain the feelings he felt; Also why he was just laying there and letting the man do whatever he wanted to him, without any resistance. Rick wasn't afraid of what might happen to him. He somehow knew that the man was telling the truth when he said he did not want him hurt. In fact, he felt a stirring in his loins as erotic fancy began to arise in his mind. That he could be taken very easily, laying on his back like this, was the prevailing thought in his mind. As each wrist in turn was looked at, treated and wrapped tenderly, Rick found himself wanting to never leave this man's presence, to earn his love, and his respect. As the last peace of gauze was wrapped tenderly around his wrists, Rick said, in a faltering voice "Thank you...you know...for caring." The man then did something that took Rick completely by surprise. Leaning down, the man kissed Rick full on the mouth. This was no quick peck either, this was the kind of kiss reserved for lovers. Rick was too stunned, at first, by what was happening to react. Never before in his life had anyone ever kissed him like this! Not his parents, not even Paul had kissed him like this! Closing his eyes he let the man do whatever he wanted, following his lead willingly.
The Tamer was gladdened by the fact that the damage that had been inflicted was only minor, a few shallow cuts, with a few bruises consistent with a person thrashing against the restraints. Nothing serious. As he finished up with the bindings on the youth's wrists, the Tamer looked into his charges face. What he saw there, in the youth's eyes, made his heart race a bit. 'I remember that light.' He thought to himself 'Was is really so long ago for me?'. Then the youth spoke, a depth of feeling in his voice that the Tamer had not heard for a long time. "Thank you...you know...for caring." Smiling down at the youth the Tamer saw himself, as he had been, all those years ago and the love for his Master that he, himself had had. Lost in a flood of memories, his body took control. Before he realized it, he was leaning down and passionately kissing the youth. The Tamer was about to draw back, apologize for the faux pass, when he realized that the youth was kissing him back, just as passionately.
The man slowly drew Rick close. Achieving this, the man broke the kiss only long enough to allow the inexperienced youth to take a deep breath. Then they kissed again, wrapping their arms around each other. The warmth of their bodies mingled, and Rick's cock, began to get very interested in the situation.
The Tamer's tongue pushed itself into the youth's mouth, curling around his in a perpetual dance. There was a growling noise and the two of them, with equal reluctance, broke apart. The youth giggled and blushed in embarrassment, as his stomach growled again, louder this time. The Tamer smiled and asked "You hungry?"
Rick smiled, and nodded. Placing Rick back on the bed, the man left the room. This time, the order to remain there was not needed. As he waited, Rick sat up on the edge of the bed and bounced happily. 'I can't believe this has happened to me,' Rick thought in amazement 'Someone who cares for me just whisked me away from the pathetic ashes of my life! I don't think I can ever truly thank him enough!' Rick continued to bounce happily on the old bed.
The Tamer soon returned with a baby bottle full of a warm, white liquid. Sitting down on the bed, the Tamer gathered Rick close to his chest, cradling him close, like he was a baby, positioning the bottle so that the youth could feed. The youth looked quizzically at the bottle. "It's all I have, for now." The Tamer said, by way of explanation. Leaning back into the crook of the Tamer's strong arm, the youth closed his eyes and suckled contentedly on the bottle, snuggling against the one he was beginning to love with all of his heart.
The man slowly rocked back and forth, cradling Rick close to his heart. Blushing a bit, Rick left off sucking on the bottle to ask "Isn't this kind of awkward for..." he broke off and moaned softly in pleasure as the man began to stroke his naked body with his free hand. Its warm pressure felt so good against him!
Offering the bottle again, the Tamer smiled as he continued to stroke the youth's body. "Not at all." He reassured the youth. "You feel good in my arms. Besides," The Tamer murmured. "You are the perfect size for me." He smiled as he saw the youth blush at his complement.
By this time, Rick was as hard as a rock. Drinking the bottle down eagerly, Rick tried to think of a way to ask this wonderful man to take him. "You love your bottle don't you?" the man asked softly, kindly, a small smile on his lips as the bottle was emptied. Snuggling closer, Rick inhaled the faint sent of the leather and nodded, before adding "I love you...too." Reaching up, Rick stroked the man's cheek, before pulling his head down for a kiss.
The Tamer's heart jumped and his cock hardened further, brushing against Rick's lower spine as their lips touched. Opening his eyes, the youth looked up into the Tamer's face. Looking into each other's eyes, the Tamer read, and interpreted what he saw there. Slowly spinning the youth around, the Tamer positioned his cock at the youth's virgin entrance, still holding him close. Virgin. Suddenly, the Tamer got a look on his face, as if he had just remembered something. "Oh wait..." The Tamer lay the youth on his back on the bed.
Rick waited patiently, hands folded cutely on his chest as he did so, his heart quickening as he saw what was about to happen, and loving it, wanting it to happen with all of his heart and mind, wanting to serve this man. Reaching over to the one of the bed-posts, the man got out a tube of lubricant. "I don't want your first time to be too painful." The man said in response to Rick's curious glance at the tube.
Quickly spreading the thick grease across his cock-head, the Tamer prepared himself for the penetration of his young lover. Getting above the youth, the Tamer leaned down and gave the youth a lingering kiss.
Lifting his legs, Rick curled them around the man's waist, who was now on all fours above him. The man moved, thrusting forward gently. At first, Rick's entrance resisted, but insistent pressure from both eventually made it part for the Tamer's member. The act of impalement brought yelp of pain from Rick, as his anal ring tore. It was soon followed by a moan of pure pleasure from both of them. And then the man began to thrust slowly into his young pet's ass.
Rick's moans rose and fell in time with the man's thrusts. Never stopping his thrusting rhythm, the man leaned down and kissed Rick, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Rick was in heaven as the thick, but not overly thick, cock stroked and stimulated his insides. After awhile Rick climaxed, losing himself to nirvana. A scream of euphoria ripped itself from Rick's throat, a scream with words in it.
The Tamer growled a bit, as the kiss was broken, and continued to fuck the youth as slowly as possible. Rick lasted through two more climaxes before succumbing to exhaustion himself.
The Tamer was tired. Perspiration was dewing his body as he placed Rick on the water bed. Rick moaned softly and curled up, shivering slightly as the sweat that covered his body chilled. Smiling down at his young pet, the Tamer congratulated himself for finding a companion so soon after his last one had died. Staggering slightly, the Tamer made his way into the shower. Stepping into the shower, the Tamer turned the water on to hot and basked under the heated stream.
A sigh of pure satisfaction echoed from the Tamer's throat as the water cleaned his body of his sweat and exhaustion. Then the Tamer's eyes got a faraway look as he remembered what the youth had told him, screamed in fact, in the throws of their love-making. Shaking his head at his luck, the Tamer slipped out of his leather domination harness and let the water play over his now totally naked body, washing away the lines of sweat that had accumulated under the harness. Stepping out of the shower, the Tamer first hung the harness up to dry, before he went into the other room. Heading back, the Tamer gently washes his young pet, sponging him off gently.
Getting out a set of clothing in the youth's size, the Tamer put them, along with a map, on an end table. Beside them, he put a small cherry wood box. Taking the key, the tamer scribbled a note and placed it, with the key inside, in between the clothing and the box. With a muted groan, the Tamer got into bed. Rick giggled softly in his sleep as the Tamer lay down next to him. Snuggling close, Rick continued to dream his happy dreams, a small, satisfied smile on his face. Wiggling down into the softness of the bed, the Tamer pulled the covers over them both and held Rick close as he too drifted into a peaceful slumber.
It was warm, pleasantly so. Rick sighed in contentment, not wanting to open his eyes, afraid that if he did, the dream would end, the wonderful dream in which a wonderful man had come and shown him a path through the darkness ahead of him. Snuggling closer to the source of the warmth, Rick tried to go back to sleep, to go back to that dream. After a few minutes of trying, he gave up. Opening his eyes, Rick sat up. He was in a strange bed in a strange room, in a strange house; But none of that mattered to Rick.
For joy! Oh Rapture, Divine! The man, that wonderful, wonderful man was still there! He was still sleeping peacefully, his soft snores barely audible. For awhile, Rick just lay there, half propped up, watching the new center of his life sleep and dream. Eventually, prudence dictated that he look around. Looking around, Rick saw a note on the end table with his name on the cover, along with the caption 'READ ME'. Rick slipped carefully out from under the sheets, so that he would not disturb the wonderful man's slumber. Rick shivered slightly as his naked form was leached of its heat by the cold air in the room. Hugging himself to conserve what little body-heat he still had, Rick walked over to the note, his bare feet making almost no sound on the heavily carpeted floor. Opening the note, Rick saw a small silver key taped inside.
The note read "To the Wonderful Youth. Thank you for allowing me to do those things to you. I really needed it, and you were amazing. Now here is the deal. I can offer you two choices: Stay or Go. You are completely free to do either. If you want to stay, take the key enclosed and use it to open the box next to it..." Rick did not read any further. He did not need to. Taking the small key Rick unhesitatingly opened the box. Inside was a small black leather collar, decorated with small silver studs. Reverently, Rick lifted the collar out of the box, turning it this way and that so that the silver studs caught the dim light of the room.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" The man's rich, warm voice spoke out. Turning, Rick saw the man was awake and propping himself up on one elbow. Rick blushed a bit as he nodded. Pulling himself up into a sitting into a sitting position, the man motioned for Rick so come closer. Rick obeyed with alacrity. Holding out his hand, the man took the collar from Rick's hand. With a sense of special ceremony, Rick knelt before the man. With a gentle smile, the man careful buckled the collar securely around his neck, locking it in place with a small gold key. Rick's blush did not fade as he looked up into the man's face and asked "How might I serve you, Master?"
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