Naked and chained and fuckingwet.
…Did his kidnapper know something he shouldn’t?
The first real inkling of worry wormed its way through him, but he forced himself to remain stoic on the outside. He’d chosen to develop a flippant persona on purpose. People tended to let their guard down and underestimate a person like that. After years of carefully crafting it, it was easy enough for him to slip on that mask.
“Could have just called,” Flix said, noting that he didn’t sound all that bad, all things considered. Internally, he checked himself, trying to gauge whether he felt hot or jittery anywhere. As far as he could tell, he was fine. Another good sign.
He’d been taken at the best time, really. It’d only been a few days since he’d last leached. That gave him roughly a month before his body wouldn’t be able to take anymore, and he’d either spontaneously combust or…Actually, he wasn’t entirely certain. But whatever it was, it wouldn’t be pretty.
A month was more than enough time.
He wasn’t overly concerned.
“Three years ago, there was a fight at the Dive,” the man in front of him said. “You were there.”
Flix felt a brush of unease. “What of it?”
“You’re not even bothering to deny it?”
“Why should I?” he replied. “Clearly you know something already, otherwise you wouldn’t have taken a risk like this. Kind of stupid, by the way. Why throw your life away over an event that took place years ago?”
There’d been more than one casualty that afternoon but only one recorded death. Russ’s best friend had moved away, and there was no one else who’d give a shit about him. Aside from one person.
Aneski wasn’t capable of something like this, though. He would never—
The man stepped forward and Flix got a whiff of him.
An earthy smell coupled with the tart scent of apples.
It’d altered some in the three years since they’d been alone in the same room, but not enough that Flix didn’t recognize it.
He’d recognize it anywhere.
That particular smell still haunted his dreams.
“I want to know what went down that day,” the man stated. “You’re going to tell me in detail.”
“Take off the blindfold.” Flix needed to see him.
“You don’t get to make demands here.”
“Take off—” He yelped and then clenched his jaw shut to prevent any other sounds from slipping past his defenses when his exposed dick was grabbed suddenly. He felt something cold and metallic slip over it and then around it, but shifting his hips did nothing to dislodge the hold the man had on him.
As soon as he was finished, the man stepped back, and the sound of a bottlecap popping open filled the room.
“What the hell are you doing?” Flix was admittedly thrown for a loop.
“This,” the man tapped his dick, causing Flix to growl, “is a cock cage. I’m sure you’re familiar. No, I know for a fact that you are. And this.” He stepped in close enough Flix could feel the heat radiating off his body, and then reached around him.
Flix tried to struggle a second time, but with just as much success. His cheeks were pried apart, and then something blunt and sticky was pressed against his entrance. He went still. “What—”
“This is a butt plug,” the man told him, slowly shoving the toy inside of him, chuckling when Flix ground his teeth against the sudden intrusion.
It’d been lubed up so the glide in was slick, and the toy itself wasn’t very large, maybe slightly thicker than a finger. But Flix wasn’t used to taking anything up there, and there was still a moment of discomfort and mild irritation.
“You’re seriously going to regret this,” he said as soon as he felt the toy fit in snuggly and the man stepped away again.
The man made a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. “I already regret ever knowing of your existence. What’s one more disappointment added to the list?”
