A Caged Bird
 

Richard (Dick) Jones was tied to a old coach in a strange cold place, covered in old stone. On his arms and legs were handcuffs and legs cuffs, tied to the bottom of the sofa, and to the top of it, spreading him. He was wearing nothing, his long black hair flowing free as its unconsious master's head leaned against the side of the couch. His blue eyes, normally full of life were closed, and he rested in a drug induced slumber. His body was perfectly muscled and delicately thin. He had curves on him, made from years of intensive exercise and training. His soft member resting between his legs in its flacid state, barely two and half inches long soft.

Harvey Cole came silently into the room. His green eyes sparkled with excitement, eager to begin playing with his newest 'toy'. Oh, the acrobat had looked positively delicious during the circus act, but he looked even better now. Harvey pulled up a chair, sitting down to look over his purchase, a hand twirling a lock of his sandy hair, before tucking it behind an ear. That was the only way to keep it out of his face, it was too short to tie back yet. He wore a simple set of light wash jeans and a white button up. He liked feeling comfortable. Though, the jeans were really more to show off the bulge that had already started to form.

He stayed asleep, needing some proding to wake up. His body was on display for the man, him helpless to fight. On his chest were a few scars from where he had fallen, but nothing that distract to much from the rest of him. His hair was out of place, and he had the most peaceful look on his face.

Hervey couldn't resist for long. He gently ran a hand up the other's inner thigh, before cupping his package, weighing it in his hand. A little small. He wondered if the other was sensitive about that as he smiled cruelly. He spread the other's cheeks, getting a good look at the asshole he was eager to tease. He pinched the other's behind, liking how firm it was.

He whimpered in his sleep as he felt him touching his member. His eyes began to flutter awake, "Huh, what," He mumbled, looking down, before blushing as he woke up, feeling him touching his behind. "What are you doing, owww," He whined at the pinch, looking up at him in confusion. "Where am I, who are you?"

Harvey chuckled at the whine. Mm, he'd enjoy getting the other to make all sorts of beautiful noises for him. He stood, walking leisurely. A hand slid up the other's stomach, pausing at his chest so a thumb could tease his nipple. "Well hello little pet. I'm your new master." He was smiling darkly.

He gasped at the nipple touch, and his sleep quickly cleared away. He looked at him darkly, growling. "Screw you, let me go you sick son of a bitch. Where am I," He asked again, tugging at his bonds, unable to escape.

His smirk widened for a moment, before slapping the other hard across the face. Then his expression dropped, his face blank. "I really suggest thinking more carefully in the future. Learning your place can go the easy way, or the hard way," he warned.

He gasped at the slap, and glared at him. "Fuck you," He growled, giving him an evil look. "Where the hell is my family? What did you do?" He asked, still giving him the evil eye.

(They're still at home with the circus, only he's disappeared)

Harvey didn't like that look on his toy's face. "Well, I had planned to just let them go. But now, I guess I'll have them killed," he said off-handedly. He was bluffing. Nothing would happen to them, but the other didn't have to know that.