Kindly Abused | 18+

Chp. 16 His only comfort

*Jeremiah*

The warmth I had fallen asleep too was gone. Only half awake I could barely register what Collin was doing, but his voice was harsh, frantic, and quiet. He pulled me out from the bed and onto the floor. His wide eyes almost commanding me to mirror his kneeled position. Position one. The waiting position.

Everything made sense when I heard what Collin had obviously heard already. Thump. Thump. Thump. The sound of the man we were forced to call master coming down the stairs.

The locks on the door clicked one by one and the door squeaked open.

His shiny shoes came into view. So perfectly polished I could see the shine of the ceiling light and Collin and I's silhouettes reflecting in them.

He kneeled in front of me, gingerly lifting my chin with the hands that always surprise me with their softness. I hated how soft they were. How it felt like an angel was holding my chin. But I found solace in that fact that I still preferred collin's gruff callused ones.

He looked into my eyes with an unreadable expression. Halfway between disgust and pride.

"So perfect... sitting perfectly for me," he whispered clearly to himself and not for me.

The fondness in his words only made it that much more surprising when I felt the harsh slap of his hand. His touch, so strong I nearly tumbled over. Just barely catching myself on my elbow before hitting the ground.

When I looked up the pride in his eyes was gone and it left only disgust in its wake. Wouldn't he want me to sit perfectly for him? Hadn't he assaulted me enough to show he wanted obedience?

But that's what I get for trying to understand this insane man who, I had to remind myself, locked me in his basement.

He simply picked me up and walked to the 'playroom' door. I got a flashback to when I first got here.

"Collin, get me a pair of handcuffs, lube, a cock ring, butt plug, and," he paused for a moment, "A condom."

"Yes Master."

Fuck.

Did that mean he was going to fuck me for real?

I silently prayed to God that he wanted Collin to do it.

I could handle Collin fucking me, but not this fucking kidnapper.

Collin rushed inside the room to grab everything as the man set me in the center of the padded room.

Grabbing the handcuffs from Collin, the man tied my hands above my head. He connected them to a ring he pulled from the floor.

"You will be silent, the only sounds you will make are ones from pain or pleasure." His voice was completely devoid of emotion. "Collin, come here and sit by Jeremiah's side.
You may comfort him how you see fit, but you must continue to follow your training. Be a good example to my boy."

"Yes sir." It seemed to be the only thing Collin was capable of saying around the man.

Collin scooted towards my head and gingerly placed it on his thighs. He stroked my hair but refused to look me in the eyes as the man adjusted himself and my legs.

He sat criss-crossed on the floor, pushing my knees apart and lifting them so my ass was resting on his calves while my legs were thrown over his. I pinched my eyes shut as his hands massaged my thighs, pulling and and kneading them as his breath shuddered.

"You're my perfect angel aren't you? So beautiful, so perfect for me." He whispered quietly enough I only just barely caught what he said.

His hands worked their way farther until he reached my pelvis. He gently stroked around my cock and I couldn't help but start to get hard. Stupid fucking body. His touch quickly turned rough and painful and he gripped my dick making me gasp. My eyes flew open only to see tears forming at the corner of Collin's eyes as he continued to lovingly stroke my hair.