Captivating Couple
Chapter 1 Stealing My Life
Because I got my computer fixed I am hoping I will now be able to get all the lost chapters on here A.S.A.P. Originally this is supposed to be five chapters long, and I realize that when I didn’t know I was writing something others would read, I really left out a lot of stuff, so who knows, I may just make this into another one of my full lengths. Any suggestions? Let me know. That is of course unless it has something to do with the M-Pregnancy, I suggest you just don’t ever read what I write, otherwise, comments would be appreciated. Anyway. Thanks for reading, and I love you all, Forever and ever Folked, Rory
Brian moaned and tried to open his heavy lidded eyes. His head pounded and the world around him spun.
Brian felt arms surrounding him, every muscle in him ached, his heavy body was pressing into warm flesh as he shook and started to vomit.
He saw only blackness as his stomach wretched uncontrollably. What seemed like hours, but was only minutes later his surroundings finally came into a frightening focus.
Justin held the man, he was crying because it had been so long since he had any kind of physical contact. He thought he would be scared but the second the guards had tossed the man in the room and given him their instructions Justin had fled to the limp body and held onto it.
Brian was laying in the arms of blond boy that had tears streaking from his huge sapphire eyes and down his pale cheeks. Brian felt overcome with fear and he backed away from the kid and looked around the large room they were in.
""Where the fuck am I?" He looked at the kid who looked just as scared as he felt.
The boy sat against the back of the couch on the cold wooden floor staring at the man that had been thrown into 'his' apartment abruptly only a few minutes earlier.
He hadn't seen the face of a person in over five years. All the persons he had ever seen had ski masks over their faces. And now he was staring at the most gorgeous one he'd ever seen in his life.
He watched as the dark haired older man ran his long fingers through his hair, his piercing green eyes glanced feverishly around him.
“I.. I..I am Justin.” He spoke gruffly finding the sound of his name to be weird after not hearing it for such a long time." Justin crawled over to where Brian was huddled near the bar that divided the kitchen from the great room.
“J..J.Just calm d…d..down. I c..c..can tell you wha..what they've t…t..told me.” He stuttered, his once waspy ease in conversation, gone after five years alone. Justin sat on his knees in front of Brian.
Brian's memory came flooding back to him. A group of men had followed him to his car and knocked him out.
He remembered waking at some point in the back of a van. Men with dark clothes and masks surrounded him. He started to struggle and the next thing he knew he was waking up in the boy's arms.
“I was kidnapped.” His throat was on fire as he gasped out those words. He saw Justin nod his head gravely. “And you too?" Brian felt like he wanted to scream at the confirmation.
“Yes.” Justin took a deep breath to try and get his words under control. “Almost five years ago.” He paused, a tad proud that he did not stutter this time. “There is only one way out of this place and it's through that door.” Justin said sternly and pointed to a large metal door across the room. “And there is always guys with guns out there. They won't come near you,” His body visibly shivered, “Not, not for a second unless,” He paused once again and said in a small voice. “Well, you must do as they ask and if you make any attempt to get out…” Justin’s voice and body trembled. “There's a tape they gave me to look at when I first got here about what happened to someone that did try.” His blue eyes grew wide with fear. “You have to trust me, you don't want to watch that tape.” Justin wiped the tears from his face.
Brian stood up on his wobbly legs. I remembered, I offered them money in the van.” He looked around the furnished living space. “They wouldn't take it. They must not need it.”
He walked into the state of the art kitchen and grabbed a glass out of one of the cabinets and filled it with water. He downed two more glasses before he noticed that the boy went to the fridge and was handing him a bottle of Evian.
"They don't want money.” Justin said shaking his head. “H ere.” He handed Brian the bottle. “My family is richer beyond anyone's wildest dreams and they wouldn't take it when I offered it, no strings attached.”
Brian felt a sense of dread come over him. What in the fuck did they want? He wondered. He was pretty sure that what Justin knew, it was something that could not be very good. He watched Justin walk back to the living area.
“You should come clean up, the bath room is down this hall. I'll tell you all I know. “Brian watched as the boy disappeared into one of the rooms, he heard water running.
His mind couldn't grasp any of it. Here he was in some high class apartment with some pretty blonde boy, kidnapped and with no idea of what was happening. This was all to insane to grasp.
He took a few swigs from the bottle and scanned the room once again. He saw sets of what looked to be intercom speakers all through the two rooms. ’Could they listen to them?’ He thought. This made chills run up and down his spine. He wanted those answers, so he followed to find Justin.
Justin was filling up the giant sunk in bathtub when he felt his fellow captive come up behind him.
Brian felt himself harden when he saw the boy's bubble but bent over, it was stretching the khaki fabric of Justin’s pants. Brian cursed himself for even thinking about sex 'at a time like this' but he was still Brian Kinney even if he had been kidnapped.
Justin turned around and smiled softly at the older man. “You know, I don't know your name.” He squirted some bubble bath into the water and stood up. "Do you remember your name? At 1st I didn't remember mine, but that was because they'd shot me up with stuff I was allergic to and I went into a coma for a few days." Justin looked away from Brian's face when he felt tears burning.
“Take off your clothes and get in the bath.” He spoke quietly, trying not to think of those first few weeks of desperation and loneliness.
He looked at Brian and once again felt himself trembling. The man before him took his breath away. Justin took a deep breath and reached his hand out to touch Brian's chest that was exposed from where the button up shirt had ripped. His hand stopped short and he felt a sense of shame wash over him. He looked at Brian for a second. "I'm sorry I..." He started to slip past Brian and leave the bathroom.
"Wait. “Brian saw desperation for touch in the kids eyes. If Justin had been in here for five years he had probably not seen or touched any one in that long. Brian practically lived off the human physical contact in the real world. It was one of the only things that brought him any kind of pleasure, even if there was no emotion involved.
“Tell me while I bathe.” Brian slowly took off the rest of his shirt and saw that Justin's breath was ragged and his chest heaved while his eyes teary.
"Can they see us in here Justin?"
“Peter, the man who is in charge, he came to talk to me after I woke up. He assured me that the only place they had cameras was in the main living area, kitchen and the bedroom.” Justin said.
“Do you spend a lot of time in here then?” Brian asked.
Justin quickly shook his head no. “He told me that I would be allowed an hour a day to bathe and no more than ten minutes to use the restroom. Otherwise there would be consequences.”
Brian didn’t like the sound of that. “Consequences?” He asked.
Justin nodded and put a hand through his badly cut blond locks of hair. He assumed the boy had probably done most of it himself.
“One day I had fallen asleep and three of the guards came in and almost dragged me out of the bathtub. But, when they realized it was just because I had fallen asleep they backed off and weren’t so angry with me.”
“So, this Peter guy, does he come to see you often?” Brian asked.
Justin once again shook his head. “No, just that once. Usually it’s the guards that come in and tell me whatever he wants them to. Or once a week to get my list.”
“Your list?” Brian asked.
Justin smiled wryly. “Yes, I told you, they’ll let me have anything I want except my freedom, and as long as it has no outside link to the rest of the world.”
“So this is all to do what? Why do they keep you here?” Brian said frustrated. “What do they want with us? Why in God’s name would they want to watch us?”
Justin frowned. “I am not really sure. Maybe they think that it’s better than television.” Justin said sarcastically, knowing the real answer.
“That’s crazy.” Brian huffed.
Justin nodded. “Yeah, I felt like I was in a zoo at first, but you get used to it. I just look at it like it is God or something. I figure me thinking that can't be that big of a sacrilege, I mean, what God would allow for these people to do what they are doing, right?" Brian nodded.
"Shit, if there is a God who is supposed to have all this power why the fuck doesn't he have the power to let one clue drop to someone about where I am? If he can't do that, he's not a God I want watching over me 24/7. Cause he hasn't done a good job. At least they give me almost anything I want. Even if all the while telling me that I have to be patient until they find some one else to put in here. I feel ashamed for hoping that they'd find someone else's life to ruin. But at the same time I’m glad it’s you.”
Justin turned his gaze from the man before him when he saw Brian start to unsnap his jeans. “But that doesn’t answer my question Justin! Why do they want to watch us?” Brian said aggravated.
Justin gasped at the raised tone and his blue eyes got very wide and frightened. So Brian brushed his fingertips on Justin's plump lips. “Shh. I am sorry I didn‘t mean to yell at you.” Brian said in a husky tone. He then heard a moan. Looking down at the gorgeous boy he noticed the tenting in his jeans.
He stopped and shook his head once again trying to rid the lustful thoughts. “So I am assuming it's much more then them wanting you to have a companion in this homey hell they have created.” Brian said changing his mind's subject and getting back to the scary and much more important one.
Justin started to tremble. The reality of who ‘God’ obviously wanted this gorgeous man to be was really hitting him and it was extremely overwhelming. Brian would hate him and blame him for this. But he had to tell him the truth, well what he knew of it, what he was told of it.
Brian knew the situation he was in was a nightmare that didn't seem like it was going to be easy to wake up from.
Everything was too surreal and plain old fucking confusing. He found himself immediately protective of Justin, damning their ‘God’, and any real ones for putting the young man through it all. He felt it quite odd too, that he was actually concerned with Justin before himself. He saw Justin trembling and knew that he knew why ‘God’, Peter, wanted them and it couldn't be good by the looks of the boy.
"Tell me." Brian said trying to sound strong and comforting. "I won't promise to not get angry or freak out, because given the situation, and I have yet to fully absorb it, that is pretty much inevitable, but I promise I won't get angry with you."
Justin stared into Brian's eyes and took a deep breath, drawing courage from the compassion and strength he saw in them. But then lowered his gaze to the floor. "They want me to get pregnant and have a baby for them…”I.. I.. I was a child prodigy, that’s what they called me. When they kidnapped me they told me that it was to insure that I stayed innocent and clean, whatever that means.” Justin huffed.
Brian just stared at the blond as the boy continued. “I mean, they let me read whatever I want as long as it has nothing to do with sex, relationships, or love. And I don't under stand why. All I remember about any of that stuff is all the stuff my parents told me. So I didn't understand the stuff they showed me on those tapes, really, but I am not stupid, I mean after I thought about it….I was pretty sure it was sex, just not how I imagined sex to be like.”
Brian felt his stomach turn. He could only imagine what kind of sex had happened to the man that had tried to escape. “Justin, that probably wasn‘t sex.” Justin gave him a confused look. “You see, when someone is angry at another person, sometimes the y use the act of sex to hurt the other person. Is that what happened in the video?”
Justin nodded his head and looked at Brian trying to take the new information in. “Justin, that was probably rape. I want you to know that sex isn’t always like that. It is meant to be pleasurable and…” Brian swallowed a deep breath. “And sometimes it’s meant to express the love that two people share, or it is to make a baby.”
“So why did they say they wanted me clean, I don't know what to think. Clean like I need to have a shower? But, they did tell me after watching the tapes that the kind of sex I was going to have one day would not be like that unless I tried to escape. What does that all mean Brian?” Justin fidgeted from foot to foot. “I'm intelligent but I can't grasp my mind around the concept of sex being any different if it's why I am here right? But then a part of me thinks that if they are hiding all the things about it from me, but I guess they want you to teach it to me, it can‘t be all that bad if it‘s something you should teach me right?”
Brian shook his head. “No Justin. It isn‘t that bad. Especially with me.” Brian ;laughed. But, I just don‘t believe that ‘God‘ would want to kidnap us just to watch me impregnate you.”
Justin shook his head. “Yes it is Brian.” Justin said cautiously. “You see, they told me they were going to have the first guy they brought here father the child but he tried to escape before they even got me here."
Brian couldn't believe what he was hearing. This could not be the soul purpose for kidnapping someone. “So you are smart right, and these people couldn't find someone else to have a genius baby for them? And I was the next choice of the one to father it.” Brian knew it couldn't be that simple. He shut the water off in the tub and took off his pants.
Justin shook his head. “I'm not just smart. I once was an amazing artist, singer and musician. And Peter said that I was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.” Justin said.
Brian couldn’t disagree with that. The kid was gorgeous. He shook his head to clear his mind and go back to what he was thinking. “So, let me get this straight. They want us to have a baby for them?” Brian scoffed.
"No, it's more than that Brian. You see, they want us to raise the kids and live here until they move us to a farm where they can watch us live.” Justin caught a glimpse of Brian in his tight black underwear, he had been trying to keep his eyes level with the man‘s green ones.
Brian had to get into the tub, the information was doing a number on his already fucked up head and body.
"So we are like gerbils?" Brian was sure he had to be dreaming.
"Basically, I guess. I don’t know much about love and family but I remember how my parents were. And I think that Peter thinks we may be like them.” Justin had to still himself from crying, whenever he thought of his mom and dad. “Because well,” Justin blushed, making Brian want to kiss the red cheeks. “You definitely look like the man of the house, and you're beautiful and they say I am too, but I doubt that. I know I look like a ghost or something. I think they are scientists that want to do some research or some thing fucked that I don't get."
"So what if we don't have sex? What if I don't get you pregnant? They won‘t have anything to research then would they." Brian took off his underwear, his long hard cock stood at attention.
Justin now looked up and away from Brian, confused by the tightening in his groin.
Brian noticed once again and held back a laugh. "What if I don't want to do it?"
"When they threw you in I was told I had until the end of the day to make you "fuck me" or they'd give you some drug that would make you take me against my will." I figured that they meant sex and meant that they wanted us to have a baby.” Justin stared into the man's eyes. He looked at the clock on the wall in the bathroom. 10:45. His face paled more than it already was and Brian noticed.
Brian couldn't let that happen. "I would never do that no matter what they gave me, I would never hurt you like that Justin." Brian said realizing what it was he was going to have to do to keep them both safe.
Where in the hell was he? Why him? Brian leaned forward and put his lips to Justin's ear. “I won't hurt you and if I have to get you pregnant I promise I will get us out of here, me you and our baby. I think we have a better shot if we go along with it. It will just take time."
Justin couldn't resist touching Brian any longer. He reached his hand out and touched the smooth silk flesh on Brian's chest and fell to his knees.
Brian caught him and lifted the boy up. "It's okay." But really, Brian knew that it wasn’t. But he also knew that he was going to make it that way.