Birds in Gilded Cages

Chapter 3-Helpless

Chapter 3-Helpless

“And this is Harry, one of our most popular products.”

Harry stood, naked and trying not to shiver.  The study was cool, lit dimly by table lamps so that shadows danced around its edges.  He tried not to look at the man who was circling him, his beady black eyes taking in every inch of his exposed flesh, pausing once or twice to cup a buttock or run a finger over his cheek, inspecting him as merchandise.  Instead he watched the cigarette smoke curling in grey wisps towards him from behind the heavy oak desk at the far side of the room.

“Yeah, the legendary Dirty Harry. ‘Course I’ve heard of him.” Harry bit his lip. He hated that nickname. “First time I’ve seen him though. Christ he’s sexy. Looks like the love child of Michael Hutchence and Mick Jagger with a bit of Bowie thrown in, proper little rock star. Love the hair…And the birdies.”

 He reached to touch the two large swallow tattoos that adorned his chest. Harry hated those damn tattoos…As well as their barcode each new ‘Product’ was tattooed with a bird as Mr Cowell’s stamp of ownership. Most, like Zayn, got away with a little Swallow tattoo on their hand or hip, or on the inside of their wrist. But Harry had fought and kicked so fiercely when they’d brought him to the tattooist that he’d had to be tied down and gagged. And Mr Cowell had chosen the biggest, most painful tattoos as punishment.  

“Yes, I thought he’d suit long hair.”

The man stepped closer and, instinctively, he slid a hand between his legs, covering himself.  There was a mocking laugh.

“Ahh ahh, don’t you go playin’ the blushing virgin, boy. I need to see.”  A big hand brushed his roughly aside and he bit down harder on his lip as he was examined. “Nice big cock, the women will like that.” The man moved behind him and slid a strong arm around his waist, holding him in place. “Now, let’s see…C’mon now. Open those legs.” A knee was pushed roughly between his thighs and his feet were kicked apart.  Thick fingers prodded between his cheeks…He let out a small yelp of pain as they pushed inside him, his eyes wide. In the opposite corner of the room, Zayn shot him a look of sympathy before turning his face to the wall. Behind him, he heard Liam’s sharp intake of breath…But no one moved to stop the man’s assault.

“Hmmm, he’s good and tight. Didn’t expect that.” The man released him and produced a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his hands as he looked him up and down one final time before turning back to where Mr Cowell was seated behind his desk. “He’s clean?”

“You know my standards-H.I.V and S.T.D tests every month, general medicals every two months.  Drug use is strictly forbidden.”

“And who is he for?”

“All my little birds are trained to be used by both men and women-Harry is no exception.”

“And what will he do?”

At that moment Mr Cowell leaned forward in his chair, fingers steepled and elbows resting on the desk, catching Harry’s gaze and glaring at him intently.  He arched one eyebrow slowly.  An unspoken instruction passed between master and slave and Harry found himself nodding to show he understood.

Time to put the mask back on, time to play the role…

He straightened up to his full height and pasted on a sexy smile, licking his upper lip and arching his eyebrow suggestively as he stepped forward and slid a hand down over the man’s crotch, rubbing expertly with the heel of his palm until he could feel him stirring beneath the fabric of his suit trousers.  He pressed his long, lean, naked body against the man’s clothed bulk, pressed his lips to his ear.  When he spoke his voice was a husky, seductive whisper.  “I’ll do anything they want…Anything you want…”