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It was around 10am when it all hit the fan. Nate was studying in his room, finishing off the final edit of his Masters dissertation. Jake had made him a drink, circled a strong hand around the back of his neck while he looked over his shoulder and made a sarcastic comment about brains versus common sense. Then he disappeared to make his rounds of the security patrols, locking the door behind him.
Nate had always found it easy to focus on his work, it came naturally to him and he enjoyed it. Today however was different. The previous night had left him tormented by his situation. More than anything he longed for a normal relationship with Jake and his mind was whirring with the various paths they could take. Unfortunately they always came back to the same obstacle, Olly. He hardly remembered the person his brother used to be. His father did not allow him to visit and it had been nearly six years since he had seen him. Even if he managed to get away from Carson Forbes’ iron grip, change his identity and find a job there was no way he would ever be able to afford the kind of care that Olly deserved. Olly was the one sacrifice he wasn’t prepared to make.
He was staring blankly at his computer screen when a key turned in his door and it banged open violently. Carson stood there looking absolutely livid, two guards behind him.
“Be so kind as to escort my son to the gatehouse.”
The two guards dragged him from his chair and each took an arm, twisting them painfully up behind his back, forcing him to duck his head to ease the pressure. He was barefoot, wearing just a light shirt and jeans but they dragged him down the stairs and out to the driveway regardless. It was pouring with rain and Nate was instantly soaked as he was manhandled towards the gatehouse, sharp gravel cutting in to his feet with every step. Inside was the viewing screen for the camera at the front gate.
“Look at the fucking picture.” Carson spat the words at him, “You have a visitor.”
Dazed, Nate peered at the small screen. There was a sports car at the gate, a red MG, and its driver was staring into the camera.
“Oh shit.” Nate whispered, knowing that this visit was going to cost him dearly. “This man claims to be your boyfriend you filthy whore.” Carson’s vitriolic tone promised swift retribution, “How dare you give him this address?”
Nate turned to face him. “I didn’t. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s not even a friend — this is the same person I told you about…from college.” Carson struck like a snake, backhanding him across the face with enough force to send him crashing into the wall. The heavy ring he was wearing gashed Nate’s face along his cheekbone and dark blood started to creep down his pale skin.
“What’s going on?” Jake’s voice sounded behind them.
“Ah, Mr Ellory, good. Please go down to the main gate and remove our unwelcome visitor. Make it clear that if he comes here again he may not leave. Ever.”
He turned to the two guards, “Deliver Nathaniel to my study and make sure he stays there. I will be back to deal with him shortly.”
Jake kept his expression carefully neutral as Nate was hauled away, but he had taken in the fear in his eyes, the blood on his face and he felt sick to the stomach. He was barely keeping his emotions in check as he reached the gate and by the time he had finished giving their visitor a detailed description of his future should he choose to remain, or ever show his face again, the boy had disappeared in a cloud of exhaust and the smell of burning rubber. Jake walked back to the gatehouse where Carson Forbes was waiting for him.
“He won’t be back Sir.”
Forbes laughed, “I don’t know what you threatened him with, but I think it affected his bladder control. Well done.” He smiled nastily, “Now, I intend to discipline Nathaniel. You can come and assist.”
Jake followed him back up the drive, his stomach in knots. Carson seemed to anticipate Nate’s punishment with pleasure. He clearly enjoyed inflicting pain and Nate was his favourite victim.
Carson’s study was a dimly lit room with a low ceiling striped with ancient oak beams. Two walls were lined with books and a large, ornate desk sat in the centre of the floor. Nate was standing in front of the desk. His battered feet had left bloody prints on the polished floor. He was soaked to the skin and trying to control his shivering, his wet shirt clinging uncomfortably to his body. His black hair was slick with water, falling into his eyes as he kept his head bowed. Carson gripped his chin and twisted his head up, “Let’s see if you’re man enough to pay the penalty for your actions.” He pushed him away and gestured to Jake. “Prepare him please. You will find the necessary equipment in the bottom drawer of the desk. I will be back shortly.” He stalked out of the study and closed the door behind him.
Nate raised his head and looked at Jake with tormented eyes, “Do as he says Jake. You have to.”
“No!” Jake looked horrified, “There must be another way.”
“There’s no time. Do it, or he’ll send you away and I couldn’t stand that.”
Jake pulled the drawer open and took out the contents: a pair of heavy leather wrist restraints with small metal loops on them.
Nate was unbuttoning his shirt, “Put them on me, quickly!” He discarded the sodden shirt and held out his hands.
“He’s used these before hasn’t he? I don’t want to do this Nate.”
“You must! And Jake, when he starts… you mustn’t say a word, or do anything. Promise me.”
All Jake wanted to do was hold him and keep him safe but he bit his lip and buckled the restraints around Nate’s narrow wrists.
“Now hook them up.”
“What?”
Nate pointed to the beam above them and Jake saw the metal hooks embedded in the wood. They were camouflaged so well that he hadn’t noticed them before. He steeled himself then pulled Nate’s arms up and looped the rings on his restraints over the hooks. They were high enough, and far enough apart that Nate’s arms were stretched taut, his heels lifted slightly off the floor. Beneath pale, damp skin muscles flexed involuntarily. Despite everything, Nate smiled at him reassuringly. “I’ll survive. Just don’t react.”
Jake leaned forward and gave him a fleeting kiss, “You are incredibly brave.” He backed off just in time as the heavy door opened and Carson strolled in.
He cast a critical eye over Nate and nodded approval, “Excellent, did he give you any trouble Mr Ellory?”
Jake’s expression was cold as ice, “Nothing I couldn’t handle Sir.”
Curled in Carson’s hand was a short leather whip with a wooden handle. “You may observe if you wish, or wait outside.” Inwardly Jake cursed his own cowardice, but this was something he couldn’t watch. “This is between the two of you Sir. I will be just outside if you need me.” He sensed rather than heard the whip slice through the air for the first time as he pulled the door closed, cutting off all sound from the room. He leant back against it breathing heavily, wanting more than anything to burst back in there and rip the whip from Carson’s hand.
Twenty agonising minutes passed and he paced restlessly up and down the panelled hall until the study door opened. Carson was red-faced, sweat beaded on his forehead, his eyes bright with pleasure.
“Lock him up Mr. Ellory. No painkillers and no food for the rest of the day.” He strolled away down a corridor and disappeared from view.
Jake pushed past the door into the study, dreading what he would find. Nate was still hanging from the beam, barely conscious. The smooth flesh of his back was criss-crossed with angry lines, several of which were seeping blood.
“Fuck!” Jake unhooked the restraints from the beam and supported his weight as Nate’s knees buckled beneath him. He slung one limp arm around his shoulders and half carried him up the stairs to his room.
As gently as he could manage he got him on to the bed and positioned him on his stomach, face tilted to the side, then he unbuckled the wrist restraints and tossed them aside. He fetched a warm washcloth from the bathroom and very gently began to sponge away the blood from Nate’s back. The damage was more severe than from any of the beatings he had suffered before and Jake knew that he must be in a lot of pain. Suddenly he realised that dark grey eyes were watching him. There was no accusation in their stormy depths, just gratitude for his care.
“I’m sorry he involved you Jake.” Nate’s voice was barely a whisper, “He’s incredibly manipulative; it was almost certainly a test of your loyalty.”
“I should have done something to stop this. I’m so bloody useless.” Jake was unaccustomed to this feeling of impotence and he didn’t like it.
“No. Don’t think that. You are the only thing keeping me sane at the moment.” Nate’s brow creased with pain but he made no sound as Jake dabbed antiseptic on to broken skin. “I didn’t tell you much about Jeremy did I — the idiot at the gate.”
“You don’t have to tell me anything.”
“He said that being with me would be like fucking a girl, that I was too pretty to be a boy. That’s partly why my father hates me, I remind him of my mother.” A single tear glistened on his cheek. Jake brushed it away with the pad of his thumb and then rubbed it across dark lips. “I’m not interested in girls Nate. You are gorgeous, probably the best looking man I’ve ever met, but definitely a man.” He stroked his hair, “Do you think you can sit up? I need to wash your feet.”
While Nate slowly levered himself upright, he fetched a bowl of warm water and put it on the floor at the side of the bed. Nate sat on the edge and dipped his bloody feet into the water. Jake knelt on the floor and used his hands to slowly wash away blood and dirt, revealing several small cuts. “You have beautiful feet,” he murmured.
Nate looked down on short gold waves and smiled, “I never thought you’d be the one kneeling in front of me Jake.”
“Don’t get used to the idea, cheeky brat.” Bright blue eyes gleamed, “If you weren’t hurt I’d bend you over my knee for that comment.”
Nate swallowed, “You wouldn’t.”
Jake just quirked one eyebrow in response. He lifted Nate’s feet from the bowl and wrapped a fluffy towel around them, patting gently. “OK. That’s the best I can do. I’m going to give you some sleeping pills, you need to keep still for a while and they should knock you out.”
Nate limped stiffly to the bathroom and then returned minus his jeans. Jake gulped at the sight of his ass hugged by black trunks, “Jesus Nate, you’re killing me!”
Just for a moment silver sparks seemed to ignite in Nate’s eyes and he grinned. He climbed on to the bed unaided and laid flat on his stomach, groaning at the pain caused by the movement. The pills were already taking effect and he felt a bit spaced out. “Jake, do something for me?”
“If I can.”
“Get me some news about Olly, find out how he is.” His voice faded and he drifted off into sleep.
Nate slept peacefully for twelve hours; it was past eleven at night when he finally stirred. His eyes flickered open then squeezed shut again as he turned over before remembering his damaged back. “Oh fuck!”
His muted exclamation alerted Jake who was engrossed with something on the computer. The flickering screen was the only light in the room until Nate reached out and switched on the lamp on his bedside table.
“Keep still you muppet! You’ll reopen the wounds.”
“Sorry, I forgot.” He frowned, “Did you just call me a muppet?”
“I’ll call you a lot worse if you don’t stop moving!” Jake stood threateningly by the side of the bed. “Do I have to tie you down?”
Nate’s eyes glinted. “Sounds tempting. Hold that thought.”
Jake made a strangled sound of frustration. “I should have given you more pills, you’re a lot less trouble unconscious!”
Nate swung long slim legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He was a little wobbly but the pain wasn’t too bad. “I need to move or I’ll stiffen up.”
Jake backed away. The sight of Nate’s lean body, clad only in clingy trunks that skimmed his hips, was causing him some problems. Nate smirked, “I see I’m not the only one feeling a bit stiff!”
Jake didn’t need to look down. He could feel his cock pushing against his trousers, eager to escape the confines of clothing. Nate crooked a finger and he took a step closer, scowling. Long fingers started to tackle the buttons on his shirt and Jake instantly lost his mental fight to resist engaging in any activity that might hurt Nate. As the last button gave way he shrugged the fabric from broad shoulders. He was more heavily muscled than Nate, but not excessively so. His well-defined chest was dusted with golden hairs that were tweaked gently as exploring hands caressed him, grazing soft nipples until they peaked into hard nubs.
Nate deftly tackled the button on Jake’s waistband until strong hands grasped his wrists.
“You don’t have to do this Nate.”
“Try and stop me.” He shook himself free and continued where he left off until Jake’s gorgeous naked body was revealed. He twisted him round to sit on the edge of the bed then sank to his knees in front of him. Jake’s cock was thick and heavy, it was no wonder he had felt so full with it inside him. His own cock twitched at the memory and he reached out a tentative hand to stroke the velvety length before him. It felt so soft, like the skin of a ripe peach, juice oozing from its tip. Nate flicked his tongue out for a taste and licked his lips at the salty sensation on his tongue. His own pain forgotten he took the first thick inch into his mouth and lapped with his tongue. He pressed lightly down with his teeth to see what reaction that would get and was rewarded with a moan as Jake clenched thighs and buttocks. He took him a little deeper, tickling his balls a little at the same time and Jake swore creatively. The heat of Nate’s mouth surrounded him and every tiny contact of his tongue was sending thrills down his spine in uncontrollable waves. Nate grasped his waist to get better purchase and ducked his head. His mouth felt so full, his tongue was trapped so he concentrated on sucking and controlling his gag reflex, breathing through his nose. Gradually he picked up his pace, manipulating the velvety sheath by clamping his lips down.
Jake was barely coherent, but managed to indicate his imminent release with a series of single words. “Coming. Now! Let. Go.”
Nate shook his head and the additional movement took Jake over the edge. His back arched like a bow as he pulsed deep into Nate’s throat, shuddering from head to toe. When the spasms stopped Nate slid away from him with a shy smile. He remained on his knees and Jake fixed hungry eyes on his body.
He reached out a hand and tangled his fingers into black hair, pulling Nate’s head back to that he could lean down and claim his mouth.
Nate’s face was paler than usual and Jake’s lust dissipated as he helped him to his feet. Turning him around, he cursed, “The wounds have reopened. I should never have let you get out of bed!”
“It was worth it.”
He climbed obediently back into bed and Jake pulled the covers over him.
“I don’t want you hurting yourself for me Nate, I’m not worth it.”
“That’s for me to decide.”
Jake raised an eyebrow, “I hope you’re not developing an attitude Nathaniel. I might have to spend some time re-educating you.”
Dark grey eyes fluttered sleepily, “Something to dream about…”
By the next morning Nate felt better and could move about without too much discomfort, though swimming and running were not feasible. Jake brought breakfast to his room and they ate together, though he was unusually silent.
Nate examined his serious expression and asked, “What’s up?”
“I need to go to London for a few days. My company has spoken to your father and he has agreed to release me until the weekend.”
“Oh.” Nate’s voice was just a whisper. Jake took his hand and squeezed gently, “I need some help finding out about your brother without attracting any attention. My company is very good at that kind of thing, but I can’t arrange it from here.
“When do you leave?”
“Immediately.”
Nate chewed his lip nervously, “Be careful. My father has a long reach.”
“I’m more worried about you. I’ve convinced Carson to keep you locked up here rather than assigning another minder, but what if he hurts you again?”
“He won’t. He likes me to heal completely before he has another go.”
“Christ Nate, how often has he done this?”
“On and off since I was seventeen, which is when I told him I was gay. I spent most of the year at a military boarding school back then, so he saved himself for the holidays.” His voice was matter-of-fact, “The hooks in the beam were my eighteenth birthday present.”
Jake cupped a comforting hand around his face and Nate nuzzled in to the palm, turning his head to kiss it lightly. “I’ll miss you.”
Jake’s gimlet stare bored into him as if he was trying to fix his image in his mind. He didn’t dare kiss him; that would break his resolve in an instant. He had to go, had to find out the truth.
The time passed interminably slowly for Nate, trapped in his room. His father had put in a brief appearance, curtly informing him that he would be away on business for the next two weeks and to behave himself, or else. He suspected that the “or else” would be forthcoming regardless but wisely kept his mouth shut. Three days turned into four and he found himself jumping every time the key turned in his door. Twice a day a tray was shoved unceremoniously into the room by a booted foot. There was never much on it: soggy cereal in the morning, soup or a dry sandwich in the evening. He ate every scrap, hunger gnawing at him constantly. Jake’s door was locked so he couldn’t even make hot drinks. He concentrated on his work and finished his dissertation, packaging up a printed copy ready to send to college. It felt strange, like a chapter closing on his life, and he didn’t want to think about what the next year might bring.
It was eight in the evening before he heard the magical noise of Jake’s door opening down the corridor. In seconds the dividing door in the bathroom was unlocked and Jake strolled in. Nate only had time to take in the fact that he looked tired before strong arms gathered him in to a tight embrace. All the tension and worry of the last few days dissipated in an instant and the strength of will that had kept him going disappeared. A sob escaped him and he collapsed bonelessly against Jake’s body.
“Hush now, it’s ok. I’m here.” Jake whispered comforting words in his ear, ruffling his hair affectionately. He was shocked at Nate’s appearance, dark circles smudged beneath his smoky eyes, sculpted cheekbones even more prominent than usual. Nate took a deep breath and pulled himself together, “I want to hear everything Jake, everything you’ve learned, but first I need you inside me. Please.”
Clothes were removed without ceremony and Jake bent him over the edge of the bed, pushing his legs apart. He admired the view of creamy smooth cheeks presented before him and licked his lips. He pushed his thumb into the crack and ran it down until he found the small puckered entrance he sought and immediately sank his thumb in to the welcoming space. Nate’s inner muscles flexed and gripped him with desperate need. His own cock was swollen iron as he withdrew his thumb and teased Nate’s entrance with the tip of it. He ripped at a condom packet with his teeth but Nate gasped an objection, “I’ve never been with anyone else Jake, I want to feel you.” Jake pulled his arms behind him and circled both wrists with one hand, pinning them at the base of Nate’s back. “You like this don’t you? Like me being in control?” Nate’s response was incoherent; he rubbed himself against the edge of the bed trying to get some relief. Jake pushed down harder, restricting his movement. “Take a deep breath Nate, this might hurt.”
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