The Chains That Bind Him (manXman) Engl.

Chapter One

Connor sluggishly regained his consciousness. He reached for his eyes to rub them but had to stop due to the thick cushioned manacles around his wrists that were held up by heavy chains. He was lying on a huge bed adjacent to a wall which was curtained by a velvety and opaque fabric. He was naked except for his underwear and the manacles around his wrists and ankles. Connor’s built was rather slender, almost feminine, which he usually hid through his clothing. Now, exposed like that, he felt vulnerable. He had a killer headache and had to blink a couple times to clear his vision. Shaking his head to get some wayward strands of dark hair out of his eyes, he was still working on fighting down the feeling of panic when he heard the door open. He shifted to the head of the bed and pressed his back against the cool wall, allowing the chains to slack a little. The man that pulled open the curtains had a striking face framed by semi long hazel brown hair. He was well built, with broad shoulders and muscles that showed underneath his button-down-shirt. Behind the man Connor caught a glimpse of a modestly furnished room. With a mixture of fear, rebellion and curiosity he looked into the green eyes of the man. “What is going on here, why am I bound?” The man just smiled a little lopsided. “I had to make sure that you won’t break or worse, forget our agreement.”

With that, the memories of last night came rushing back. He had hit the road, hustled some hard liquor and gotten drunk. His mother had been diagnosed with a rare disease a couple of years back, and he had been fighting to cover the high medical costs ever since. He took several jobs, a couple of them moonlighting and worked double shift whenever possible. Yesterday his main employer had let him go due to economization, as they called it. The talk with his therefore former boss took some time and he got in late to his next job, where it was only a matter of time till they also let him go. He sometimes fell asleep for a few minutes mid work and already had two written warnings. He did have reasons for wanting to escape reality but that didn’t change that his behavior had been inexcusable. He couldn’t afford losing another source of income. Totally wasted he had  almost gotten run over by a black limousine, but instead of delivering him straight to the police station the man had offered him a ride. Connor didn’t handle alcohol well, and what had happened next made him blush with embarrassment. He’d completely lost it and told this stranger his whole life story whilst crying like a baby. The man had looked at him pensively and offered him a job. A job as his pet. Connor had been drunk, but not that drunk. So he was about to roundabout decline, when the man had offered to cover the complete treatment expenses. Connor had just looked at him with round puffy eyes. “All the costs? Even for this new super expensive treatment? And all I have to do is play your pet?” The man had just nodded seriously, and a minute later Connor had signed a hand scribbled contract with him, just before he fell asleep with the contentment of having found a solution to all his problems. Now the realization hit him like cold water. He’d sold himself. Sold himself to the man before him. The deep tenor of the man brought him back to the present.
“My name is Renard Montgomery, and you belong to me now.”
Connor was smart enough to not say anything to that. The man nodded. “Good, then let’s establish some rules. You are now in my possession and you will do as I say. If I say bark, you bark. If I say jump, you jump. If you don’t, you get punished. If you speak without permission, you get punished. If you try to escape-“
“I get punished, yeah alright, I get it.”
Renard’s eyes narrowed and Connor realized his mistake. He left for a short while only to return with another set of chains which he connected to the manacles around Connor’s ankles. He fastened the other ends somewhere outside of the curtain and shortened them so that Connor was pretty much immobile, spread-eagled in the middle of the bed. When he returned to the bed, he carried two things with him, and a shiver ran down Connor’s spine. “What… what are you going to do with that?” He couldn’t help the panicked inflection of his voice in the end. Renard smiled. “Punishment” was all he said before Connor’s nightmare began.

Connor’s breath came in heavy little pants, his body felt like it was on fire. Woozily he thought about how much time had passed since Renard left him alone. The vibrating egg had three levels of intensity and Connor’s rectum was just stimulated by level 1 again. The ring around his member hadn’t stopped him from coming for a while now. Connor lost count of the orgasms he had. After the first couple it had started to get really uncomfortable.
“Ahh!”, he groaned loudly and rebelled against the chains as the egg switched to level 2 again. The heat in his body was unbearable.
“Renard!” Connor was sure the bastard was somewhere nearby and delighted in watching him suffer. “Renard, please… Please, I’ll do anything you ask, just please… please… end this… dear heaven…” Connor wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to stand this, but he gritted his teeth. Just in that moment the egg switched to level 3 and he cried out. He squirmed from the raging fire in his crotch, but there was no escape. Silent tears ran down his cheeks and mingled with the drool from his mouth. He wouldn’t stand another round of level 3, of that he was sure, but all he could do was lay there and wait.

Connor was at the end of his rope when Renard finally returned. He would have done absolutely anything to end this torture. The punishment had drained him of all energy, and he hadn’t been in the best of conditions even before. The night before had been the first night in weeks where Connor had gotten more than a couple hours of sleep, and the sleep had been induced by alcohol. He hadn’t eaten for a while either. Renard took off the manacles, but at that point Connor couldn’t have moved a finger even if he wanted to. He was too exhausted to even speak. Renard brushed a few strands of sweaty hair from Connor’s face and started cleaning it with a soft cloth, then he removed the egg.
“I don’t take pleasure in punishing you. Just be obedient and respectful and you can avoid ever getting punished again. You can go take a shower now and take off the ring. I’ll show you the way.”
With his last ounce of strength Connor slid to the brink of the bed and somehow managed to sit upright. His lower abdomen was sore, and he was beyond exhausted. Simply moving did cost him an enormous amount of effort. The bed was so high that his feet barely reached the floor. He slid down slowly until his locked knees supported him. Somehow, he managed to detach himself from the bed and stand upright, but his legs were shaking from the effort. He tried to lift one leg to take a step and his knees gave in. With a soft thud he collapsed to the floor. Like that, Connor gave up. He just didn’t have any strength left. His body didn’t move, no matter the effort he put into it.
Somebody turned him on his back.
Renard.
Connor felt a strong arm sliding under his back, another under the hollow of his knees. His head rested on Renard’s warm chest as he was carried to the bathroom. There Renard set him gently on the floor again, and Connor heard him turning up the water of the shower. Soon the room was filled with a warm and soft mist. Renard returned to Connor and picked him up again.
He’s so strong…., thought Connor. Somehow it feels nice, to be carried like this… -what? No no no no no! This bastard was the whole reason for Connor's situation, dammit!
He bit his lip to stop his mind babble.
“Don’t do that.” Sluggishly Connor turned his head towards Renard. “Don’t do that. Your lip”, he repeated softly. Connor obeyed. Renard set him down in the soft downpour of warm water.
“Do you want to take off the ring yourself?”
Connor weakly lifted his shaking hand, but his strength ran out. He turned his face away from Renard.
“Alright.” Renard carefully removed the ring, but the touch had Connor trembling uncontrollably and his throat making whimpering sounds that didn't seem to belong to him. Renard held him until the shaking stopped. Then he started washing Connor with a soft cloth. His movements were even and gentle and Connor almost enjoyed it. Renard washed his face and hair. He washed his upper body, his arms and legs. Lastly, he turned to Connor’s lower body. Connor bit his lip. Too late he remembered Renard’ order.
“I warned you”, was all he heard before Renard’s firm lips were on his and his world was reduced to the man that now owned him. His first reaction was to turn away, but Renard held Connor’s chin. When Renard distanced himself again, the warmth in his eyes held Connor’s gaze captive. “I am the only one allowed to bite those lips.” With those words he kissed Connor again, only for a short moment, before he ended it with a playful bite in Connors lower lip.