The Chains That Bind Him (manXman) Engl.

Chapter Three

Connor sat on the edge of his bed and pondered risking an escape attempt. The door was locked, that was the first thing he had tried when he found himself unbound, but there was a window. He was high up the building, but there were ledges and balconies on the outer wall that would probably be climbable. He shook his head with a short snort. Why would he want to escape? Because he was held as a pet? There were worse things. This way at least his mother's health was secure. If he were to flee, he'd lose everything. Since he hadn't been to work for the last couple of days, he was most likely already let go. No, he needed to push through this. His mother needed this, and he needed her to be ok. His gaze wandered to the note he had found on the small bedside table this morning. It said that there were some of his clothes stashed in the wardrobe, and the kitchen through yet another door was fully equipped and stocked. As long a he didn't get punished, he could manage like that.

"Are you even listening?"

Ren sat across his vice president and friend Michael Gomè, who was just delivering the latest company news and numbers, but Ren had been distracted. He turned his head towards Michael.

"I apologize, I was distracted."

"I can tell. What's going on?"

"A private matter, but I will pay attention now."

"We can also postpone the meeting, you know? The next team meeting is on Friday, I can also present the numbers if you'd like, but you'd have to double check them beforehand."

"Alright. Send them over per email and I'll handle it. And Mike? Thank you."

"No problem. We are a team, after all."

Ren nodded and said his goodbyes to Mike, then he immediately headed back up to Connor. He had just remembered that he'd forgotten to disable the window, and even though they were high up, Connor might try something crazy like climb down outside. Ren quickened his pace. He didn't dare to think about what he would do if Connor were to be gone. Like a madman he burst into the room, searching for Connor. He noticed the open window, but as he checked outside there was no battered body on the pavement. His chest tightened at the thought of Connor being gone, when suddenly the bathroom door opened and Connor stepped out, only clad in a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. A surge of relief had Ren laughing quietly at himself.

"What?", was all Connor said. After Ren's heartbeat had calmed, it now started to pick up again as he took in Connor's appearance. His hipbone showed above the towel and his wet hair made him look rakish. He looked at Ren with a slightly tilted head.

After Connor had decided not to flee, he started to get bored. He opened the window to let in some air and decided to take a shower. The water was nice and most of the product he normally used on his hair and body were stashed in a little box near the sink. There were also some branded high-end products but after Connor sniffed some of them, he decided to stick with his old ones. He had just gotten out of the shower when he heard noise in front of the door. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom to find Ren standing by the window, looking a little disheveled. When he caught sight of Connor he let out a quick laugh. Connor frowned and pulled the towel tighter around his waist. Why hadn't he dressed first, dammit?

"What?'", he grumbled and looked at Ren with his head tilted questioningly to the side. Renard just shook his head. "Nothing", was what he answered, then he stepped in close. Connor tensed in anticipation, but all Renard did was inhale deeply right next to him. "Good choice, I like that fragrance on you." Without wanting it, Connor blushed furiously.

"Th-Thank you."

Renard's gaze lingered on Connor's probably beet-red cheeks for a moment, then suddenly Connor found himself pressed against the wall by Renard's firm body. While his tongue followed Connor's neckline, his hands grabbed Connor's wrists and held them pinned to the wall above his head. When Renard's lips closed around his nipples, Connor couldn't help but arch towards him with a quiet moan. With a sudden jerking motion he threw Connor on the bed. The towel had gotten lost sometime before, and Renard's hand closed around Connor's already aroused member. Through the fog of passion Connor remembered that he was supposed to practice restraint, and when he felt a climax coming he put his hands on Renard's broad shoulders. "Wait, I..."

"Hmmh. It's alright."

With Renard's permission it didn't take long for Connor to come. The waves of the climax were still surging through his body, when Renard showed a satisfied grin and used his now wettened fingers to search for Connor's entrance.

"Wait, what...!" Renard ignored him and pushed through the tight ring of muscles with one finger. Connor cried out, but Renard just kept moving his finger for a while, before he pushed in a second one.

"D-Don't- nhh"

Renard kept his fingers inside Connor and took his pulsing member in his mouth. After getting used to the weird feeling, Connor began enjoying the sensation of Renard's fingers moving inside of him and started to push against him in the rhythm of his thrusts. Again it didn't take long for Connor to forget all restraint.