4 comments/ 2713 views/ 11 favorites Infection Pt. 01 By: TheStoryBoi All characters in the following story are above the age of 18. The events and circumstances are entirely fictional and should not be re-enacted in the real world outside of consensual role-play. Always be safe, always get consent, and always take care of your partners. ***** Chapter One Mark raised his voice to be heard above the noise, "I can't take this anymore!" I tensed up. It was another classic bad first date, complete with horrible restaurant, lack of conversation, and a crowd of other people. This is the part where I smile, nod, and wait for the evening to end. I've already lost him. It's a shame... he seemed nice when he first came in. "You wanna bounce?" He gestured toward the door. "I think this place is a bust." I nodded, offering a sheepish grin. Apparently I wasn't the only person who disliked how this evening was going. He rose first, and parted the throng of people milling about. I followed him quickly, ready to be free of the chaos and get back to my apartment. As we exited the building I couldn't help but notice him all over again. In reality he was probably just an inch or two taller than me, but as he carved a path for us he seemed ...taller somehow? I focused in on a freckle he had just above the collar of his dress shirt, right below his hair line. There was something about that freckle, it made me want to see more. "No" I thought to myself. "Quit drooling over him and get your butt home." Much to my relief, we quickly freed ourselves of the crowded restaurant and began our walk toward the parking lot. "Hey," he said, walking backwards, "Sorry about that place. A friend of mine recommended it..." He flashed a sardonic smile, "Something about 'the perfect spot' for a first date." I nodded and put on a forced smile. "I guess your friend doesn't care much for talking?" He smiled back, "I guess not..." He paused as we reached the hoard of cars. "I do though." He seemed to be sizing me up. "What should we do now?" "Now?" I asked, trying to muster up the strength to tell him goodnight. It seemed a good time to end our date, but I just kept thinking about that freckle on the nape of his neck. "Well, the folks that set us up seemed to think we'd be a match..." he flashed a toothy smile "Come on, I feel bad about my choice of spots. Let me at least take you some place and buy you dinner." "I..." I could go back to my apartment. My cat would be waiting there and I might even be able to find something decent to watch. "I promise I won't bite." His smile was still there, but it was colored with some other emotion, sadness? Loneliness? No, that wasn't it... I took a moment to size him up. I met Mark at our University. He was a bit older than me, but he was kind and always went out of his way to say hello. He was one of the research faculty which meant he 'didn't have to worry about us baby undergrads,' and although I had a class near his lab, he wasn't affiliated with my department. There was no conflict of interest for us to see one another so I could do a lot worse... "Dinner sounds lovely," I responded, "But I want to go Dutch." He seemed surprised by my response, but quickly recovered. He was joking again, "Fine, but at least let me drive us there. Save on fuel and all that." I smiled, and this time it wasn't fake, this time it wasn't forced. He turned around and began walking toward his car and I followed at his heels. There was that freckle again, in the dim light of street lamps it seemed even more mysterious - even more alluring. Maybe tonight wouldn't end as tragically as I thought. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a classic bad first date. Chapter Two I woke up sweating, again. Why couldn't I sleep? What was I so afraid of, shadows? S-something... chasing me? I wiped the sweat from my brow and glanced at my phone. "3:30 AM," I said to no one in particular, "This has to stop." I pulled myself out of bed and grabbed a pair of shorts from my nightstand. As I made my way to the kitchen I found myself remembering the rest of my date. We'd driven to a little eatery a couple of miles from the parking lot. "A good place to talk," He'd joked. "Just water," we both responded when our waitress asked about our drinks. I helped myself to some water from my kitchen tap. In the dead of night, the kitchen seemed more ominous than usual. A lot of things seemed more ominous lately, even in broad daylight. The news reports had been vague but constant; a new strain of S.A.R.S. infecting large populations in Asia, reports of violence inside the quarantined cities, mass recalls on Asian food products. There were even a few reports of quarantines happening back here in the States. My mind slipped back to Mark and our conversation in the diner. "What is it you research?" I asked him, glad I decided to continue our date. He seemed a little distracted by the question, "Oh, a little genetics, a little drug development." He took a gulp from his water glass. "New cancer drugs, stuff like that." "That's it?" I joked, "You make cancer drugs and you aren't going to play that up? I'm going into education because I want to help people, but you're on the cutting edge. It must be exciting!" He didn't seem amused. He played it down... moved away from my attempt at humor. "It's really just where all of the money is funneled." He paused for a few awkward seconds before continuing. "So, you want to be a teacher?" A full body shiver broke my remembrance. "Someone must be walking over my grave..." I set down my empty water glass and started back toward my bedroom. It had been a good date, I even agreed to meet him a second time. He had an energy about him that I found... intriguing? We felt compatible in a way I hadn't experienced on other first dates. "I had a really good time tonight," he said, driving back into the parking lot where we'd left my car. "What about you?" I was honest. "Surprisingly, yes. I had a great time!" "Surprisingly?" he laughed, "It's been a while since I managed to pull a good evening like this off." He parked the car, "You'll have to let me take you out again sometime." "I'd like that," I blushed. "Asher..." It felt wonderful to hear him say my name, "May I kiss you?" He leaned over the front dashboard and cupped my cheek. The butterflies in my stomach were going insane. "I'd like that too..." I slipped back into my bed and pulled the sheets to my chin. "Sleep!" I ordered myself, not truly expecting much success. Maybe I just wasn't meant to get any sleep... Chapter Three My phone rang. I stared at it a few seconds before scrambling to answer it. It was a restricted number. "Hello?" I answered. The voice on the other line was frighteningly calm. "Hey, it's me." Why was Mark calling me so late? "I'm on my way to your apartment now," he continued. How did he know where I? "I have to hang up now. Please just lock your door and wait until I get there." That was it, he was gone. I sat in silence for a few minutes, holding the phone to my ear. I heard a police car go by outside, then several more. The cat jumped onto my lap. "JESUS!" I pulled away and smacked my head on the wall. "God DAMMIT Jose!" She looked up at me with glossy eyes so I picked her up and gave her a quick snuggle. "Well, should we go see what's on the news, baby?" That's when the power went out. I stood, alone but for my cat, in the middle of the living room. Something felt really wrong, my gut was screaming for me to run. Jose jumped out of my arms and fled into the bedroom. I flinched when a heard the first noise, a low moaning coming from next door. Mrs. Walker had been sick for several days now and I hadn't heard a single peep. "Maybe I should go check on her?" I thought, "At least it will give me something to do." I opened my front door and walked over, "Mrs. Walker?" I knocked, "Dear, it's Ash from next door... You all right in there?" The moaning sounded dreadful, like she was in some kind of pain. "I'm gonna let myself in, I just want to make sure you're okay." I used the spare key she left under her mat to let myself into her apartment. She was a sweet old thing. Her husband had passed on shortly before I came to University, and she spent most of her time watching old soap operas. We occasionally made conversation in the hall and she was always inviting me over for dinner. One of these days I'd have to take her up on that offer. The apartment smelled wrong, foul even. She wasn't in the living room so I called out again, "Mrs. Walker?" I was grabbed from behind and forced against the wall, a hand covering my mouth to keep me from screaming. "Shhh..." was that Mark's voice? He continued in a frantic whisper, "I thought I told you to lock your door! What the fuck are you doing over here? Don't you know ho-" He was cut off by fresh moans from Mrs. Walker's bedroom. His face turned white. "Out," he whispered slowly, "We're leaving, right now." As he began to pull me toward the hall I managed wiggle free, "What the hell, Mark?" I pushed him back, "I'm going to check on Mrs. Walker." I opened the door to her bedroom and froze. She was standing there, her shoulders hunched and haggard. Her skin didn't look right, it was tinged a green sickly color. At her feet was Mr. Parsons, our building manager. H-he... He was m-missing chunks from his face. "M-mrs. Walker?" I couldn't move my body. She slowly turned around, her movements clunky and awkward. Blood gurgled from her open maw, and the entire front of her body was covered in gore. But I couldn't look away from her eyes - They were inflamed, like she hadn't blinked in days. She lunged at me, shrieking and clamoring like a mad-woman. I c-couldn't move! Mark grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the doorway. With one precise motion he grabbed a hand pistol from inside his belt, aimed, and ended what was left of my elderly neighbor. I couldn't take my eyes off of the carnage. "It wasn't supposed to happen like this!" His face was flushed, but he calmer now that he'd dispatched Mrs. Walker. "M-Mrs. Walker?" I looked up at him. Our eyes locked but my gaze seemed to disturb him, "Don't look at me like that... h-he used to look at me like that..." What is he talking about? "W-what the fuck was that thing?" My breathing was out of control, I couldn't slow it down. My mind was spinning a million miles a minute. This was very wrong. His eyes softened. "There's been an accident." The words looked like they pained him. "W-we... we brought a specimen back to the lab from Asia... we thought we could keep it contained..." The lab? His lab? What d-did he mean by specimen? "We thought it would be safer to run the experiments here... we thought... w-we..." Tears swelled up in his eyes. "It was supposed to be safe, no more risks, no more accidents..." He wasn't looking at me anymore. His gaze was somewhere in the past, like he was reliving a trauma he couldn't escape. I edged towards the hall door, needing to get away. "I told him," he continued, "I told him we should have stayed here, that it wasn't our disease to cure, but that's in the past... it won't be like that this time," His eyes found me again. "They won't hurt you like they hurt him." Shit, shit, shit. If I ran now I wouldn't make it, but what were my other options? My half second of indecision was all he needed. He crossed the gap between us, pinning me against the wall. His face was inches from mine. He cocked his head to the side, keeping both of my wrists against wall with only one of his hands. I shook in terror as he caressed my cheek. "Shhh..." he whispered, his breath hot on my cheek. "Daddy's got you, you're safe. You're safe..." His hand left my cheek and he reached into his coat pocket. "Oh no... No, no, no!" I whimpered unable to move. I closed my eyes and pleaded, "Not like this..." A needle pinched the skin on my right arm. "O-ow... Mark you're h-hurting me." "No, no baby..." he cooed, "Daddy just needs to make you sleep." Oh god, he's drugging me? "We have to get out of the city..." His eyes looked almost tender, "You're safe, you're safe..." I started slumping down against the wall. Why are we l-leaving the city? Wh-where... is h-he...? I was spinning... shapes were melting... "Daddy's got you..." Chapter Four My head... oh god... what happened to my head? I felt like I was waking up from some kind of awful nightmare. Why did my body feel so heavy? My neck felt like I'd slept in a vice. When I tried to move my one of my arms, the other seemed to follow. What in the...? "Shit," I whimpered. My arms were tied behind my back. I re-lived the whole evening. Him smiling at my jokes, our dinner date, the phone call, Mrs. Walker's apartment, the pain of the needle as he... as h-he... I sluggishly rolled to my side in what appeared to be a large king size bed. Not only were my arms immobilized behind me, but my legs were tied at both the knees and ankles. I-i wasn't wearing the same clothes. I'd been changed into a set of winter pajamas. Even my cheek felt different like I'd just been freshly shaved. I heard heavy footsteps and a door creaked opened behind me. "Who... who is there?" I fumbled my words, "P-please... where are we?" I felt the bed shift as another body climbed on. A hand caressed my right arm, and whoever it belonged to settled in behind me. "S-stop, please. You're s-scaring me..." It felt surreal; I couldn't be the person saying these words. The hand stopped caressing, but the heat coming off of the body behind me did little to ease my terror. "I have someone who is very anxious to greet you," It was Mark's voice, "But she's still pretty scared, so try to stay calm." I felt a familiar set of paws knead into my side, "Jose? Jose, is that you, girl?" A low purring ensued, and something inside me began to calm. If Mark had been holding Jose, he couldn't be all that bad... could he? "She insisted on coming with us," he began to caress my upper arm again, "And I couldn't just leave her there, not with..." He grew silent. Jose's purring filled the room with its soothing vibrations. I decided to speak, "My a-arms are very sore, could you... untie me?" "You can't run." Mark sounded distant again, like he had back in the apartment. "There's no place to run to," He squeezed my arm gently, "And you're safe here..." I felt myself shake, tears welling up to the surface. I choked them back down as best I could. "Where is here?" "You have to understand," his hands wandered my body as he pulled even closer, "I had to get us out of the city, I had to get you away..." He paused to kiss the back of my neck, "...and you're saf - No, no, baby, don't do that..." Sobs racked my body. I was losing it; He'd shot Mrs. Walker, kidnapped me, tied me up, drugged me - He wasn't stable! Why was he so unbearably close? "P-please untie m-me..." His hand came up and covered my mouth just in time to stifle a scream. "Shhh... I've got you..." his chest warmed my back, his slow inhales working to bring calm my nerves "When you calm down I'll show you around. You'll be okay, you'll see..." Jose seemed perfectly content to snuggle into my side, seemingly unaware of my distress. "See," Mark reached out and stroked her fur, "Trust your pussy," Tears streamed down my face but, in spite of everything, I laughed. He may be unhinged, but the man can tell a joke. Chapter Five The house must have cost Mark a small fortune. It seemed to be secluded somewhere far in the mountains, with snowy evergreen trees spreading as far as the eye could see. There was no paved road, no mailbox, no power lines; we were completely alone. "It's 200 acres of wilderness," he offered, seeming to sense my trepidation. "And the rest of the surrounding area is a national forest." Of course it was. I stretched my legs and did some small shoulder rolls in an effort to loosen up. My body was still strained from being bound and drugged, and even now I wasn't fully free to move. After I had 'calmed down' he'd untied my legs but left the knots on my arms alone. "I'll help you adjust," he said, as though it were a comfort. I had returned to consciousness the house's master bedroom, on the second floor. Rounding out the upstairs was a large bathroom and study, complete with lavish window seat. Downstairs was a full kitchen, a walk-in pantry, a small entry room, and a spacious den. "The house is designed to be as green as possible and is mostly self-sustaining." He seemed delighted to be showing me around. "The chimney wraps around the foundations of the house allowing a small amount of wood to keep us warm." He cracked a smile, "Not that you need to worry about that with me around." I visibly cringed. "...Of course, the obvious question," he changed the subject, "is where does the power come from?" He waited for my response, and I decided to be vindictive. "Let me guess, you run your other captives on treadmills in the basement." It was his turn to cringe. "I..." he started a train of thought, but then decided to remain on topic. "No... it's a combination of solar and hydroelectric - there's a strong underground river below the house. The basement is actually larger than everything up here - there's an indoor greenhouse, a gym, a small generator for emergencies," he studied my face. "What do you think?" I couldn't keep up the small talk, "How long are you going to keep me here? Don't you think someone will come looking for me? You shot Mrs. Walker! She looked sick but you ca-" He crossed the room and grabbed me into a bear hug. "There isn't any place for you to go." It wasn't a threat; it was a statement of fact. "Things are... happening outside. You won't be safe." his voice was sincere, "I didn't want to take you like that, but there wasn't any time..." I was shaking again, my face buried in his chest. "Why did you bring me here?" He took a small step back, examined my face as if mystified. With his right hand he gently guided my chin upwards, his left hand rested on the small of my back. Then he kissed me; briefly, adeptly. I pulled back from him, "I... I w-won't..." He held me firmly, "Your lips are dry," I turned my head away, so he kissed my cheek, "Come with me to the kitchen, you should drink something." He broke contact with me slowly, wandering away toward the kitchen. My eyes caught the freckle on the back of his neck. I... I don't have all the facts... what is happening back in the city? Why didn't he seem to care about shooting my sick neighbor? Those questions could wait, a much more pressing, much more disturbing question came to bare. Why are my knees weak? Why... why am I blushing? Why do I want him to come back? I looked out the living room window. It was getting dark outside and I wasn't prepared for a night of captivity. He'd kissed me, made it clear to me through his actions and words that I was a prisoner, and when we toured the house there had only been one bed. He had changed my clothes while I was drugged... what else had he done? What was he going to do tonight? I made my way to the kitchen table, but my mind was solely focused on the darkening sky. He put a blue straw in my water glass, so I could drink while bound. I cautiously sipped water from the glass, worried it might be drugged - worried I wouldn't be able to stop him if... I mean when he- Infection Pt. 01 The kitchen door opened and he came in holding a screwdriver and a pair of scissors. I hadn't even notice him walk out. He came over to the counter and set them down. Reaching under his shirt, he pulled out a key from a chain on his neck. He unlocked a drawer, put the objects in, and locked it. "Do you see what I'm doing?" his question startled me, "Look closer at the room around you." I did. There was nothing sitting out on the counters and all of the drawers had locks; even the door into the kitchen had a deadbolt. He walked over to the table and set the key down in front of me. "This key unlocks every room in the house." He pulled out a chair and sat down adjacent to me. "The house was designed to be secure, but not to be a prison... I-" he paused and looked down at the key. "I have gone through room by room and taken out all the objects you could potentially use against me." My heart sank. What else had he thought of... what other plans of escape were cut off from me before I even thought of them? He picked up the key and put it around his neck. "In the morning I'll unlock some of the rooms for you. You'll only have access to parts of the house, at least for now." regret filled his eyes, "I... I want to make you comfortable. I want you to..." he was struggling to find the right words, but he change his mind mid-thought, "Here, lean forward." I slowly consented. He reached past and slowly untied my arms. "Easy, easy," he cautioned as my arms came free. "Don't move too fast, or you might cramp." I reached up and slapped him across the face. He looked back at me as if made of stone. "Y-you..." I stood up, trying to find my courage, "You drugged me, kidnapped me, k-kissed me..." I stood up, "What do you think this is? Do you think suddenly I'll play boyfriend? You murdered a sick woman in front of me and-" He was on his feet faster than I could breathe. He backed me into the table until I was forced to sit on it. I tried scooting away from him but he grabbed my legs and pulled me painfully close. He had me pinned against the wooden table. "Understand," he held me firmly, "that I could take what I want from you right now." I tried to speak but he cut me off. "It would be so easy, I could force you to the floor," he pressed his hips against mine, "Fuck you so hard, I could even make you like it." He kissed my cheek, his lips peeling off slowly as he pulled them away. "But I'm not going to." For the first time, I realized just how much bigger than me he was. It had taken nothing for him to overpower me. Though he pulled away from my trembling frame I lay there immobile, as if he was still pressing me down. "I saved your life, I brought you here so you wouldn't be infected and the only thing I want from you is a chance to prove that you'll like it here. That you'll love it here, with me..." I still couldn't move. Infected? Did he say he saved me? "S-so... t-tonight... I..." I began to pull myself up off the table, fully conscious of how weak I sounded. How weak he'd made me feel, "You a-aren't - I mean, please d-don't. I'll do wh-whatever you ask just don't m-make me..." God I was pitiful, I was mush. He'd turned me into a frightened child that could barely sit up. I felt his arms around me, "Shhh, I'm sorry. Daddy's sorry he scared you..." I pulled back from him, my tone unsure but inquisitive, "Daddy?" He had that distant look in his eyes again, like he could see me but wasn't sure who I was. I looked past him through the window and shuddered, night had finally fallen. Chapter Six I exhaled as he pressed into my back; wrapping his arms around me, pulling me toward him. We embraced in front of the bed. What was I feeling? Lust? Guilt? His arms crossed in front of my chest and I became fully enveloped in his hug. "Are you okay?" he whispered, "Tell me how you feel," His hands slid down my body, almost tickling me on the way to my waist. "Confused," I mumbled, "L-like..." I breathed in sharply as his hands slipped under my shorts to grab my upper thighs. "L-like, I don't know...Like I c-can't stop you..." His posture softened, and his hands retreated back outside my clothes. "Do you want me to stop?" his question was genuine, his voice calm and controlled. "I... I-I don't know." I responded, honestly debating the question myself. He rocked us back and forth; a slow, intimate bedside waltz, "Do you like being close to me?" I hesitated. He felt so good, so safe... But he'd kidnapped me, took me here against my will... why do I want him to hold me? I needed answers, "What was wrong with Mrs. Walker?" He broke our contact and sat down on the edge of the bed. He put his head in his hands and began apologizing, "I'm sorry, I know... I know you couldn't... you can't... but," He looked up at me glassy eyed, "You look so much like him." "Him?" I could see his pain, and suddenly he didn't seem so dangerous. I sat myself down next to him and waited. "H-he used to tell me I was too aggressive... that I was lucky to have found him." His eyes were glued to the floor. "When I talk to you, the way you joke back, the way you-" He rubbed his temples as if alleviating a headache, "I just want us to be like it was with him." Treading carefully I asked, "What happened?" His eyes became less hazy, "S-sorry... that's not what you asked." He sat up straight, "You wanted to know about your neighbor, right?" I could see how hard this was for him. Whatever pain he was feeling, it was enough to motivate him to, well... kidnap me, "What happened?" "I was part of the first responder task force in Beijing last year. We didn't know..." He turned to me, his eyes full of pain. "We didn't know what we were dealing with at the time, some kind of mutation, or a virus - Our results weren't conclusive." I placed my hand on his shoulder, "What does that have to do with Mrs. Walker?" He continued, "We brought a few samples back to the states, but I think some of the boys over in Boston got careless. Symptoms started appearing a few months ago in larger cities." "Are you talking about the quarantines?" I was still a bit confused. "Symptoms started appearing around the city, and I knew it was only a matter of time." He reached out and took my hand, "They closed everything off about two hours after I drove us out. It's too far gone... they may even bring in a wet team." My head was starting to hurt, "I don't understand, is the sickness that bad?" "You saw it first hand," he pulled me closer to him, "Mrs. Walker was already dead when you entered that apartment. Dead, but still very dangerous." Hot tears cascaded down my cheeks, "And the man at her feet, our building manager?" Mark wrapped his arms around me, "He must have gone to check on her too, just like you." I pulled away, my stomach lurching, "She wouldn't, she couldn't... she was almost eighty!" I tried to stand up, but my knees gave way. "I think I'm going to be sick..." Chapter Seven I spent my first night of captivity in the bathroom, crying and occasionally slipping into a panicked sleep. Everyone I knew was back in that city, everyone I knew was in danger. Mark stood guard over me into the early hours of the morning, occasionally insisting that I drink some water or waking me when a nightmare was too terrible. Despite my better judgement, I was very grateful for his presence. He squeezed my hand, waking me from my latest attempt to sleep. "I know..." he looked tired, "It'll get better, let me make it better." What can I say to that? I don't want this? I want to leave? Neither would have any meaning, neither were options, and worst of all, neither was completely true. He pulled me closer to him, sitting us on the bathroom floor, "Do you mind if I hold you?" "I still don't know," I began, "but, I think... I think I'd like to find out." I was trapped and not just inside this house. He kissed me, held me; peeled back my resistance one layer at a time. "W-wait," I was desperate. "I c-can't, please. I can't!" He slid his hands all the way down my back. He was at a door I had never crossed, a door that was currently slammed shut. "Am I going to fast?" he asked, pulling off me. "I just don't like to see you like this, let me comfort you." "I haven't... I m-mean," I could feel my cheeks flush bright red. "I've never been with another person..." I rolled away from him. "It's been a long night, a-and my arms are sore from being bound, and I-" I was trying desperately to change the subject. "Stop." It was not an order, but more of a jest. "Stop. Are you saying, you're a... virgin? I curled up in the fetal position and he took my silence as a yes. He was close to laughter, "I kidnapped a virgin, tied him up, made out with him, and now I'm trying to fuck his brains out? God I'm a smooth operator..." I felt him slide over to spoon me, "Hey, don't be nervous, everyone has a first time." "I'm not nervous," I was defensive. "I'm scared. What if I don't like it? What happens if I want to stop but you won't let me? I hardly know you, I hardly-," "For starters," He interrupted me, "You will like it." His hands were wandering again, roaming down my spine, "And secondly, if you ask me I'll stop." I faced him, "How can I trust you?" He was pensive for a moment, "Well, how about we set some ground rules?" I waited for him to continue. "Forget about where we are, forget about what's happening outside," He put his hands in mine, and continued in a sultry whisper, "Just focus on my hands. Guide my hands to where it hurts, guide my hands to where you want it to feel better." I felt close to tears again, "Guide your hands?" "Show me how you want to be touched," he moved in for an Eskimo kiss, "Just let me comfort you, let me start to build our trust. Imagine we just had our second date, and I'm the guy who talked his way back to your apartment. No pressure, no expectations, just touching..." I was putty; aroused, desperate putty. I guided his hands to my chest, felt the tips of his fingers massage my upper body as I showed him my sore spots. It was getting difficult to hide my growing erection. All I'd ever wanted was to be held like this. "May I kiss you while I take the tour?" he teased. "Yes," I whispered, "Just don't stop." He continued to caress me while his lips stole soft kisses. I was dizzy, high off the smell of him. "Ash?" he whispered, "May I take you to bed? I don't think tile is the most comfortable place for this." I grinned and rested my chin against his shoulder, "I think I'd like that." He got up before helping me to my feet, escorting me back toward the bedroom, "I want to see more of you," his breathy whisper made my knees buckle, "Will you let me?" I nodded, trembling from the nearness of him. He slipped off my shirt, careful not to overstretch my still sore arms. Lowering me to the mattress, he slipped off my pajama bottoms, "You're so sexy," he kissed me again, "I love how soft you feel." "Th-thank you," I was still nervous, "C-can I see your body too?" He chuckled, "I thought you'd never ask." His body was gorgeous; His shoulders seemed even broader without a shirt on. He had a light smattering of chest hair that trailed down past his belly button to a patch of... Cock. I'd never seen another man's cock in person before. It wasn't pretty; it wasn't like in the porn I'd viewed. It was better than the porn; it was unique, special... It pulsed gently now that it had been released, only semi-hard and already it looked intimidating. "The pulsing is my heart beat," he said breaking my stare, "Want to feel it?" I blushed at the suggestion, "I could feel your neck just as easily." "True," he sighed, feigning defeat, "Now where were we?" He moved back in and held out his hands, "You're so beautiful, show me what you want." I brought his hands around to the back of my waist and kissed him. "I want you to show me what it's like..." I felt his hands on my butt cheeks, massaging them carefully, "P-please, I don't know how to guide you..." His lips were salty, his tongue warm and gentle. He worked me over slowly, moving across my erogenous zones, making my heart race. Why did this feel so safe? Was it too soon? My body wanted what he was giving. My doubts rested solely on the circumstances of our meeting, right? If he hadn't kidnapped me would we still be doing this? His hands parted my thighs, stroking the back part where the legs end and the- I pulled back instinctually, "Oh! That feels so -" I closed my eyes as he began to draw circles around my- "Your pussy is so tight," his tongue flicked into my ear, "You really are a virgin. Are you sure you're ready, we can stop if you want." I deflected his question, "My... what?" His voice was so confident, "Your pussy, baby. It's something you make love with, and it's much more romantic than 'sphincter,'" he let out a short laugh, "Do mind if I touch your pussy?" I blushed, "I'd never, I..." I thought for a moment, "N-no?" He was kissing the base of my ear, "You want me to open you up?" I shivered, "Y-yes..." He brought his hand up to my lips, "Kiss my fingers, baby." I suckled at his fingertips. With my eyes closed I could imagine they were his lips. After a few moments he slid his index, middle, and ring finger further into my mouth; his thumb caressing my chin. "It's no different," he whispered, "I'll be inside you soon; slick, and gentle." his fingers massaged my tongue, "The sensations will be new, intense, but I'll be right here," he squeezed me with his other arm, "I won't go anywhere." As his fingers left my mouth, a small drop of saliva fell to my chin. His digits were back on my... "Oh!" I gasped, "Th-that feels so...?" I moaned again as he began pressing and pulling, stroking and slipping. He adjusted our position, "Here I go..." his eyes glimmered, "Just one for now." I closed my eyes as he moved in for a kiss. Just as our lips touched I felt one of his wandering fingers press firmly and slip inside me. I inhaled sharply. "Am I hurting you?" he had all but stopped moving. "N-no," I pressed myself further onto his finger. "Please d-don't stop..." His finger began a stroking motion, a 'come hither' gesture that pressed against... oh, god... something wonderful! His lips jumped down to the base of my neck, then to my collar bone, then even further to my right nipple. He puckered his lips and blew cold air, before immediately taking me inside his mouth; teasing my nipple with suction and a flicking tongue. Is this what love feels like? How do I draw the line between what my body feels and what my mind knows? I've never felt this way about anyone before... As I pondered my predicament he slipped another finger inside and moved to my left nipple. I felt my rock hard erection press against his stomach as he continued to finger me. "Oh my god..." I thought to myself, "I c-can't be this close to cumming..." My hips rocked involuntarily, each thrust of his fingers finding their mark. My breath was erratic; I felt heat pouring out of my face. My cock rubbed against his stomach as he continued to tease my nipples. He cupped the back of my head as his lips left my nipple, "Do you want to cum baby...?" "Y-yes..." I felt his fingers slowly withdraw from inside me, "N-no, please d-don't stop." He kissed me. "I'm going to make you cum," we kissed again, "but not so quickly." I opened my mouth to protest, "Shhh..." my head was spinning, "We're gonna do this right. I want you to cum with me inside you." I was so hot; I could feel a bead of sweat slide down my forehead and a small smear of pre leak out of my cock. "P-please..." I whispered, "Be gentle." He didn't kiss me but brought his forehead to rest against mine. He slid his body up, forcing my back to arch. My thighs fell to either side, legs wrapping around him. "I don't know what you'll feel baby," he started, "I can't guarantee instant pleasure..." I bit my lip, moaning softly as my hands rubbed his chest. "... but we'll go as slow as you need," He continued, "And you will cum for me." He pushed himself up, pulling his hand from behind my head for support. He brought his other hand up to his mouth and spit, multiple times. Lowering that hand down, he began to stroke himself, coating his member with a liberal amount of homemade lubricant. I studied his body; the powerful arms, the full torso. I ran my fingers through his light chest hair, and watched as his stroking increased in tempo. He was fully erect and glistening with saliva. I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little scared. "Once the tip is in you'll be surprised at how natural it feels," he counseled. "Just relax baby, relax and let me drive." He positioned himself at my entrance. I was starting to have second thoughts... I felt so exposed... so... He pressed against me, and I let out a low moan. "It's okay... it's okay," his voice pierced through my discomfort, "Daddy's got you, breath baby..." Daddy? Why did that sound so ...dirty? Why did it sound so ...hot? Oh god, he's too big! "Y-you're too big... t-too big!" I was shaking and my erection was rapidly softening. "No baby," he cooed in my ear, "it's all in your head. Let go, breath. Daddy's got you." I felt his first few inches slide past my defenses. It was sudden. Not forceful, but still very alarming. "P-please, D-daddy...?" As he pressed our bodies together I felt the full weight of him against my chest. It took my breath away. My arms looped around him and slipped down to his hips. "Pull me in, baby." he flexed his half buried cock inside me, "we'll go as slow as you need." I moaned and buried my face in his chest. "Oh my god..." I felt so full! I could feel his hips graze mine, he was all the way inside! "Don't hide, baby." he made little circles with his hips, "I want to see what I do to you." My face was probably as red as it's ever been. I felt something inside of me that I never- I gasped as he started to pull out. "Ohh! Oh god..." he was almost all the way out! "Not 'God,' baby..." he smiled down at me. "Just 'Daddy.'" He started to push back in. "E-easy, easy!" I pleaded, "Please..." He was almost all the way back inside, "Please who?" he demanded. Sensation forced my eyes to the back of my head. Was he deeper this time? "Please, D-daddy?" "Good boi..." he was pulling out again. "You're so good..." and now he was pushing in! His strokes started increasing in tempo, slowly but measurably. It wasn't like with his finger, I wasn't getting hard... "There it is," he said examining my face. "That look, tell me what you're feeling." It was hard to think between his thrusts. "Why... why can't I get h-hard?" I almost sounded like I was begging. "It feels good, Oh! What...? What are you doing?" He reached down below my soft cock and pressed against my taint. "I'm going to show you, baby, I'm going to bliss you out..." Each stroke felt better, each time I felt myself fall further under his spell. He grinned and lowered his head toward my chest. "Looks like you need more... stimulation..." He took my nipple back into his mouth. I was bucking my hips in rhythm with him now; openly begging his body for release. "Don't stop... Don't stop! Oh, D-daddy!" I don't know what happened to me, I was soft but my toes were curling. I felt like I was cumming, but from inside. "I l-love you!" The words just slipped out... what was happening to me? Infection Pt. 01 Like a machine, he just kept pumping. I almost felt numb from the pounding when I heard him moan and felt his body tense. Warm spurts erupted inside of me and I became aware of how powerful his scent was. How powerful he was... He rested his head against my chest, caressing my thighs and slowly rocking us back and forth. "I love you too, baby..." Maybe... maybe I do love him? Chapter Eight It was warm, sensuous even. I ran through the forest, joyously chasing beams of sunlight which danced between the trees. Time seemed meaningless, my heart beats taking hours between pulses. It was ecstasy. Rolling over, I pulled the covers off of my face. I'd been dreaming, but I wasn't scared? It was the first time I hadn't had a nightmare in weeks. Sunlight had peeked through the window blinds and gently rousted me from my slumber. I glanced over at the nightstand clock. It was 12:30 PM and I was alone in bed. I slid my hand down and tenderly caressed my... pussy. It was still a little slick from his orgasm. I trembled, the memory of our night together washing over me. We had - I tried to sit up and immediately regretted it. My whole body was sore from being bound the previous day, "Ughhh," I moaned and fell back into the sheets. It was going to be a process to get out of bed today. "Fuck me..." I grumbled, massaging my arms. "You might want to stretch first," He was standing in the doorway, "You look a little... tight." His double meaning did nothing for my mood, "I didn't see you..." "I heard you moan from the study," He responded, approaching the bed, "I thought I'd come check in on you." He sat down and pecked me on the cheek. "About last night..." I started, "I said... I-i mean..." How do you back out of telling someone you love them? "Shhh," he rested a hand on my chest, "Not before breakfast." My stomach rumbled, "Breakfast?" "Once we get you out of bed I'll take you downstairs. We'll fix something up," his arm slid under my upper back. I winced as my butt made contact with the sheets. Mark immediately noticed my discomfort, "Did I hurt you last night?" It was difficult to respond, "I-i..." The sex with Mark had been wonderful, but I felt... regret? My body was sore and I wasn't sure how I should feel, "I don't know, I don't know what it's supposed to feel like. Afterward I mean..." He helped slide my legs over to the edge of the bed and, with one pull, yanked me to my feet. My legs held, but I let him stabilize me. It felt good to be in his arms. "Thank you," I managed to return his hug, "I never thought I could feel... like that." I felt his chest puff up with pride, "You don't have to thank me, baby," he cradled the back of my head, "You just have to love me." I pulled back as if slapped. I looked up at his smiling face, "I-i..." But he interrupted me, "You said you loved me last night, Ash," he pulled me back toward him and caressed my backside. "I felt you cum for me," one of his fingers drew tender circles around my hole. "Don't let your mind get in the way of what you feel." I was desperately trying not to moan. "You're so cute when you're confused." He held me for a few more moments before braking contact and moving toward the door, "I brought some clothes from your house - they're in the dresser on your side of the bed. I'm gonna start cooking, so join me downstairs when you get dressed." He left in such chipper mood, I almost forgot about the key around his neck. Once he was out the door, I sat back down on - my sore muscles screaming, "What have I gotten myself into...?" Chapter Nine Breakfast was delicious, and he asked me all sorts of questions about my classes. I answered him the best I could, but my mind was still churning through the events from last night. After we'd finished cleaning up, he led me toward a large steel door at the back of den. Inside was a spiral staircase that led down below the house's foundations. Hopefully the stairwell didn't go too far down; I was hoping to get some time alone soon and I didn't like the thought of being trapped underground with him. There was something about last night, something about the way he could make me feel, that unnerved me. "Let me hit the lights and... Ta Da!" he flipped a switch and a large underground room burst to life. The cavern was spacious, with a high ceilings and a modest stream running through the center. It had a gym area, a garden equipped with solar lamps, a reading nook with a whole shelf of books, and two more large steel doors on opposite sides of the room. I was flabbergasted, "This is incredible!" "I'm glad you like it," he squeezed my hand, "I had the whole facility renovated as part of a contingency operation. The head scientists on the project felt that the crisis in Asia merited taking... certain precautions." "The government paid for all of this?" we wandered further in. "The cavern's been here for a long time," he explained. "It was turned into a bomb shelter during the Red scare, and a few years back the CDC re-commissioned it in case of..." He was deciding what to say, "Well, in case this happened." I let go of his hand and wandered over to the gym area. Among other things, it had an elliptical. Maybe a quick sweat would help me clear my mind? I looked over at one of the imposing steel doors I hadn't been through yet. "What's behind lucky door number one?" I joked. He crept up behind me while I was distracted, "Behind that door," I flinched, quickly turning to face him, "is a room I renovated myself and I'll show it to you when you're ready." I opened my mouth to ask, but thought better about it. "What's behind the other door then?" "Behind that door is the generator and small hydro-electric station. My private lab is tucked away in the far corner of the cavern behind it." He changed subjects a bit too fast. "Want to try one of the carrots?" I shook my head, "No, but I would like to see what you have to read." He smiled, "Fair enough, I have to get some work done today in the lab but help yourself to anything in this room. The water in the stream is safe to drink, and there's a bathroom behind here," he gestured to a small shower curtain on the other side of the garden, "Don't go anywhere!" The joke was in bad taste. He took a step toward me but I pulled away, unwilling to let him touch me. "That's okay," his tone was apologetic, "I'll see you in a few hours." He unlocked the door to the generator room and disappeared behind it. I was alone, just like I'd wanted... right? I wandered over to the miniature library and scanned it disinterestedly. He had a lot of science fiction, a little bit of fantasy, and a whole row of biographies. I noticed a distinct lack of textbooks for somebody so entrenched in graduate work, "He must keep those in his lab..." I remarked, turning my gaze back to the door he left through. Almost without thinking, I performed a double take between it and the door leading up to the main house. "You saw him lock both," I mumbled. Finally, my eyes came to rest on the third door, the one he would show me 'when I was ready...' I didn't want to think about it so I pulled a random book off the shelf. But I made scant progress before finally giving up. After reading the same paragraph twelve times I set it down, unable to focus. "Losing your virginity to a madman will do that," I muttered in frustration. Even thinking about last night made me blush. Was I that weak? Was I so pathetic and scared that I let a kidnapper have his way with me? I needed to clear my mind, maybe I should try working out? I did some squats, a bit of stretching, and then hopped on the elliptical for a full thirty minutes. I was pouring sweat by the time I was done but it didn't matter. My mind was still racing. I took a few drinks from the stream, and laid myself out to cool down. Why did I feel so... pathetic? With my back on the cool stone I felt just like I had last night. My fingers wandered down my stomach and slipped under my shorts. I moaned softly as I grabbed ahold of my hardening cock. My other hand wandered even lower. Where was that spot he touched? I found it. My toes curled in delight as I rubbed the area just above what he called my 'pussy.' I started to massage and stroke with a rhythm, slowly building speed. It felt like last night. My fingers slipped just a bit lower and I managed to push one inside. I bit my lower lip and started to buck my hips. It felt just like last night! Oh god, it felt so good! I let out a sharp breath as my orgasm spurted across my stomach and chest. My hips bucked for a few more moments, waves of pleasure washing over me, but eventually the climax wound down. I felt ashamed, even more pathetic than before. I removed my finger, and began massaging my seed into the skin where it splattered, hoping to erase the evidence of my indiscretion. The cool concrete floor held me, my body heat pouring down into it just as my pleasure dissipated into shame. Between the workout and orgasm I felt myself drifting. "There's nothing else to do..." I yawned, "I might as well nap..." Chapter Ten I woke with a start as ice cold water splashed against my face. I scanned the room, trying to get my bearings. "Did I startle you?" he laughed, splashing me with another handful of water. "It's time to go upstairs." My heart was pounding, but for some reason I felt better knowing it was him. "Wh-what time is it?" "Around 7:00," he stood up straight, "You look a little ripe... did you work out?" I smelled myself, "Yes, is it all right if I take a shower?" He smiled, "Please do, we can make dinner once you're out." We traveled up the spiral staircase together, and then I went up the second flight of stairs alone, stripping on my way into the bathroom. That door, at least, was still unlocked. I turned on the water and tilted the shower head away, waiting for it to warm up. As the water cascaded down my back I started to hum a tune to myself. I ran a bar of soap down my back, enjoying my solitude as much as the melody. "You have a beautiful voice," Mark chuckled. I cringed, suddenly aware I was being watched. "You can keep singing if you want," He stepped into the shower with me... fully naked. I tried to cover myself up in front of him, "Um... I-i wasn't expecting you to-" "Baby, you were naked last night," he remarked, "Why so prudish this evening?" What did he want me to say, that I was having second thoughts? That I couldn't bear the thought of him touching me right now? "You know," he said taking the bar of soap, "there are cameras all over this house." I froze. He wet himself under the shower head and continued, "You put on quite a show this afternoon. I almost came out and joined you." I needed out. I moved toward the shower door, but he grabbed me and held me against the warm tile wall, "Don't be silly, you aren't clean yet." I glanced down at my body and noticed how soapy I still was, "P-please, just let me rinse off fast, I... I need to get out." He brought a hand up to cup my chin. It felt alarmingly like the night he jabbed a needle in my arm. "No baby," his other hand wandered down, invading my most private regions, "Down here..." I tried to pull away from him, but he held tight. After struggling against his titanic grip I lost control, "Let go of me! God, please don't! D-don't be so gentle and then..." The waterworks were starting up again, I begged, "Don't force me..." He softened his grip before letting me go. Turning around, he grabbed the shower head roughly. With one yank, he pulled it out of the wall and down towards us, exposing the retractable hose. He unscrewed the head from it until all that was left was a tiny, finger sized jet of water. He turned back to me, "I won't force you," his eyes looked tortured, "I'll get out. Please use this ...okay?" I looked away from him but nodded, "O-okay..." He quickly finished rinsing himself off and exited the shower. I stood there for a moment, letting hot steam fill my lungs. Then I grabbed a hold of the nozzle and began to clean my entire body, paying special attention to the parts I knew he'd be... inspecting. On a whim I looked up, for the first time noticing the small, smoke alarm sized, dome on the ceiling. There really were cameras everywhere... Chapter Eleven I was famished but there was no way I was going back downstairs. Everything. He could see everything I did. Nowhere was safe from him, not even... I felt myself getting hard again. Why now? What is happening to me? I... I'm n-not like this... I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Instinctively, I looked for a place hide before remembering that there was no hiding. Not from him. I sat on the edge of the bed; hungry, clean, and beyond terrified. "Hey there," he was standing in the doorway. "Penny for your thoughts?" I turned away from him. This time he wasn't going to charm me into conversation, I was done. He let out a tired sigh, "You didn't know I was watching, did you?" his tone was almost apologetic. "Remember how I made you feel last night?" he closed the door and moved over to the bed. "P-please stop..." I still wouldn't look at him. "Come downstairs," he was squatted in front of me, just above eye level, "You must be hungry, I made an omelet-" "No." it was absolute. "No more of this, last night was... I wasn't thinking clearly." "And you're thinking clearly now?" his tone was ominous. "Maybe now that I gave you some alone time with your cock?" Was he... angry? "What are you talking about?" I didn't like where this was going. "My- this afternoon is a perfect example! How can I feel safe with you? You're keeping me prisoner - playing the part of tender boyfriend when you're really just-" He reached for my shoulder, "Don't touch me!" I pushed away and ran for the door. He wasn't following me, maybe I could get away? I grabbed the handle, but... The door! "You locked us in?!" I banged against the frame but it stood solid against me. His spoke from across the room, "If you don't calm down I'll have to sedate you again." This couldn't be happening! I sank to the floor defeated. Fresh tears welled up behind my eyes, "Don't cry in front of this sick fuck," I thought, "Don't give him the satisfaction." I heard the sounds of love making. What in the world? He was standing next to the cabinet opposite the bed; he had opened one of the doors to reveal a television that was playing- "You see," he was firm, "you weren't so confused last night." Oh god, that was us. On the screen... those were my moans. "You just have to let it happen, baby," he approached me slowly, "You have to remember how beautiful we are together," "Oh god no..." I sniffled, "Please don't come closer." "It's okay, it's my fault... I shouldn't have let you cum this afternoon." He seemed so sincere. The noise of our lovemaking filled the room, and I found myself getting hard against my will. Why was I so weak? "You're so used to your cock, baby. So used to cumming without a thought for someone else..." He reached into his back pants pocket. From it he pulled a steel device with a padlock. I'd seen a chastity cage online before, but never in person. "I can make it all better baby. It's just one more lock..." The tenderness in his eyes broke me, "Let Daddy take away the confusion..." I watched myself climax on the screen. "W-will it hurt?" I asked meekly. His arms wrapped around me, "No... no baby," he kissed me, "It will help make things clearer... I promise." He sat down, pulling me into his lap. My legs embraced his hips. "I won't force you," he stroked my hair, "But I want to help you." I couldn't take it. I needed clarity, comfort. I needed ...him? Maybe it would be better if I didn't try to fight, if I just gave in to his demands. I pulled myself back from his chest, "M-mark, please... Just don't h-hurt me?" "Never," he lowered us to the floor, his hands wandering my body. "The best way to check the fit is when you're soft," he fondled my sex, "Let's see what we can do about that." Chapter Twelve He didn't stay with me that night. "I have some work to do still," one of his hands caressed my cheek, the other on my lower back. He was still dressed, but I was naked. He lay atop me in our bed, still free while I was- "I don't want to be alone." I pleaded. "Please... can't your work-?" He interrupted me with a kiss. The hand on my lower back traveled around to my freshly caged cock. "It doesn't hurt does it?" he nibbled on my collar bone; cupping my steel cage, and caressing my exposed sack. "N-no..." I was having trouble finding the air to speak, I felt so... "I just feel caged." He caressed my inner thigh, "Some cages..." his tongue found my ear, "... are in the mind." The steel encasing me suddenly felt, restrictive. "Sometimes the only way to open those locks..." he gently nibbled on my lower lobe, "... is to create new ones." I couldn't get hard! I thought I knew what to expect when he put it on me, but to feel it was something entirely different. I moaned in his arms, "P-please..." He pulled away and picked himself up off the bed. "I don't know when I'll be back tonight, I've got some fairly delicate experiments," he pulled back the sheets and nodded for me to climb in. "What if I can't sleep?" my cock already ached in its new prison. "Then you'll have lots of time to think about us..." he tucked me in. This doesn't feel right. I should have fought him, or at least tried to get away. "Don't worry," he leaned over the bed, "the next few days are going to be confusing for you. You've never given anyone this kind of control." He pecked me on the cheek. "The bathroom is unlocked and I left you a water glass," he was started to leave, "Remember that with your cage on you'll need to sit down to pee." I blushed, the steel between my legs feeling heavy and cold. He was almost to the door, "Oh, I can't forget!" he walked over to the cabinet that held the television. "If you find yourself sleepless then you can press play," he opened the cabinet doors. "You won't be able to cum, but it'll remind you of us," his eyes gleamed, "And it'll remind you that this wasn't a bad decision - that you can trust me." And with that he left the room, locking the door behind him, "Goodnight baby," he projected from the stairs. "G-goodnight..." I called after him. I glanced over at the screen, feeling a dull ache in my loins... "No." I thought to myself, "Sleep." Chapter Thirteen "Mark...?" I could feel him next to me, his hand cupping my cock so tightly. I tried kiss him but found myself disappointed. He wasn't there; it was the just pillow I put next to me so I wouldn't feel alone. It wasn't his hand squeezing my cock; it was the cage he'd locked me in. I moaned and rolled out of bed. It was early in the morning and I hadn't slept nearly as long as I'd wanted to. I went into the bathroom and stared at the toilet. I had to pee, so I sat down on the cold porcelain. It was utterly humiliating. When I finished relieving myself I had to shake the whole cage to get rid of extra drops. I shivered. Wandering back out into the bedroom, I sat down on the edge of the bed. Using the full length mirror mounted on the wall I examined my body. My frame looked frailer than normal, and my locked up cock was miniscule. I blushed, aroused by my reflection. Was I crazy? Oh god I wanted him to come back. Infection Pt. 01 I got up again, wandered over to the T.V. cabinet, and pushed play. I needed to see him, even if it was just on a screen. I watched us begin to make love; my cage almost painfully tight. That's when I noticed the way he'd positioned me on the bed. Oh god... I could see my face as he... My cheeks felt bright red as I ran my hands down my abdomen. I grasped my cage, wiggling it in an attempt to feel anything. It was so frustrating! I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched him fuck me. Leaning back, I put my feet into the air... squeezing the cage in an effort to feel some kind of comfort. That's when I remembered what he did to m-my pussy... I let go of my cage and fondled the area just below it. "Ohh..." That felt good... I slid on of my fingers down further and playfully drew circles around my sphincter. "Mhmmm..." I pinched the uppermost fold gently, pulling against the skin of my hole. I shivered as a little drop of pre leaked out of my cage and down onto my taint. It was like my body was knew I wanted lube! I watched him bring me to a climax on screen as I smeared pre against my newly awoken gash. I tried to feel like he was making me climax now. It didn't work, the video looped back and started over again. I kept teasing... And teasing... And teasing... "M-mark, please come back soon..." God, had it been an hour already? "I n-need you..." Teasing... And Teasing... If I could just find th-that spot inside me... "I w-want to cum..." I pleaded with the empty room. I was so tired. I just needed... needed... Chapter Fourteen "Looks like you missed me," he leaned over and put his fingers against my lips. "Did you fall asleep while playing baby?" Sunlight peeked through the windows, bathing the room in a mid-morning glow. I opened my mouth and his index finger slipped in, playfully caressing my tongue. I must have fallen asleep again. "I knew you'd start to warm up to me," the dark circles under his eyes were evidence of his all-nighter. "I told you your cage would make things clearer." I moaned softly as he withdrew his finger, tenderly brushing my lower lip. His digits traveled down to my right nipple, coating it in warm saliva. "Mmmm..." my back arched against the bed as he pinched me; hands grasping at my caged sex. "I... I couldn't c-cum..." He leaned in further and set himself next to me on the bed, "Shhhh... I know baby," I moaned as he stimulated my chest again, "Daddy's back... aren't you glad to see me?" He let go of my nipple and lowered himself to the bed. I rolled onto my side, nestling into the nook of his shoulder. I could smell him as I lowered my cheek to his bicep, the rest of his warm arm wrapping around me, "I don't want to be alone..." He pulled me closer, grabbing one of my legs and slipping it across him, "Daddy's here now, he's not going anywhere." "Why do you call yourself that?" The question had been floating at the back of my mind since our first night together, "Is it supposed to be as dirty as it sounds? He chuckled, "It's supposed to be soothing," I was certain he looked guilty for a moment, "Somebody else used to call me that once, somebody I cared about very deeply." "You mentioned him the other night," I offered diplomatically, "Who was he?" He hushed me with a gentle kiss, "It doesn't matter now, I've got you." His hand cupped my encased member, "And I'm going to keep you safe... from everything." I found myself trying to match his breath. Inhale... exhale... inhale... exhale... drifting in and out of my lungs. He held me, and I held him while our mutual exhaustion melted into sleep. I didn't even want to cum anymore... Chapter Fifteen The room seemed bathed in perpetual twilight. I nuzzled closer to him, and he caressed my back; both of us drifting closer to consciousness. I felt his lips press against mine - they were dry from a long slumber and I'm sure mine were equally desiccated. "Hey... Wake up," his voice was barely a whisper. "Good evening," he cracked a smile, "... Are you hungry?" I felt my stomach growl at the mention of food, it had been almost a whole day since I'd eaten. "Famished," I mumbled weakly, "I never got to eat last night." His fingers cupped my cheek, "I know, come on. I'll make you something delicious." The downstairs was practically coated in the smell of bacon. It had taken me longer to roll out of bed and then I had to brave the embarrassment of sitting on the toilet again. I felt lightheaded as I entered the kitchen, Mark standing proudly before the feast he'd prepared. "Dig in," he motioned to my plate, "I made it for you." I happily sat in front of the feast, only somewhat conscious of the tapping noise my cage made against the wooden chair. "Everything looks delicious," I spoke through bites of food, "Thank you!" "It's the least I can do," He chuckled, "You placed a lot of trust in me last night - I want to show you it's deserved." We sat, quietly eating, for the next few minutes. As I was finishing up something unexpected happened - the phone rang. He looked at me sternly, "That's somebody from the lab," he said, "Behave?" My arm still hurt where he'd jabbed me with a needle. I rubbed it casually and looked down at my empty plate, "I'll be good..." He opened the cabinet where the landline was locked away. Picking up the receiver he began to speak, "Hey," the person on the other line spoke, "I know, you caught me on the john ... What do you mean? ... I was just in that city three days ago, how could it be that bad?" My ears perked up at the mention of home. Everything in my head seemed upside down. One moment Mark was my hero, the other he was my captor; why couldn't I keep it straight anymore? "That's bull shit! There are still-" the voice on the other end cut him off, "All right, I understand. I'll keep working on my samples here ... Understood, I'll keep you informed of any progress..." Mark looked over at me, "Of course I'm alone, what do you think? I'm not an idiot." So he was supposed to be alone? Maybe I should say something - scream even? "I'll talk to you soon ... Bye." He hung up the phone, locking it away again inside the cabinet. "Thank you," he said, turning back around to face me, "I... I didn't want to have that call while you were downstairs." "Umm..." I hesitated, "...you aren't supposed to have me here?" The protective, comforting mood from this morning had been completely dispelled, "They're gonna nuke the city." I froze. "N-nuke...?" I thought about all of my friends, my professors, even poor old Mrs. Walker. "But this is American soil, how can they-" "It's too big of a risk," he interrupted. "The quarantine won't hold much longer." "No..." the word had no volume, it was like a silent scream. "I'm gonna keep you safe," he moved closer to me, "You'll see, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you here." With the city gone no one would even think to look for me. The cold steel cage around my cock seemed to amplify the walls closing around me. I really was trapped. I whimpered, "M-mark?" "Yes, baby?" he was at my side. The words just erupted from my mouth, "I don't think I'm in love with you." Part One Fin ***** Thank you for reading! You just finished reading part one of Infection, an ongoing erotic thriller by StoryBoi. 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