A Captivating Coupling

Warning: Male-Birth Scenes and Squick! are through-out this fiction. Also, descriptions of abuse and violence.

Chapter One: Stealing My Life

“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place.”
 

Tuesday, January 7, 1997

Justin found out only hours before that a man would be arriving that afternoon to join him. ‘God’ informed him of the rules and expectations and this knowledge and confusion threw his mind into a manic frenzy. Justin remained extremely scared and anxious as he’d awaited the man. At first, when heard the sounds of the door unlocking he ran from the kitchen and hid in his room.

Justin peaked out his bedroom door and watched the masked guards throw a man into the living room. Once they left, he waited for a few minutes to see what the man might do. When he didn’t see the man move, Justin became increasingly worried. He knew who the man was supposed to be to him and though Justin was frightened, he wanted to make sure the man wasn’t hurt. He ran down the hall and fled to the limp body. The first touch of his skin to the man’s caused his body to seize in trembles.

Brian moaned out a bellow of pain and fear. He tried to open his heavy lidded eyes. His head pounded and the world around him spun when he managed to open them a crack. A pair of slim arms surrounded his body, startling him. Hands rubbed up and down his back and this body trembled against his. He felt a wave of nausea hit him. He pushed away from the body holding him and fell forward, vomiting. His vision blurred and blackened, in and out, his stomach ached, pulling at his other aching muscles in tandem with uncontrollable heaves.

Brian Kinney didn’t hear the scared, rapid breath coming from beside him. He was too busy emptying his stomach. Brian had begun waking up when the vehicle he was in came to a stop. One guard had ordered another to inject him with a counter drug to the one they gave him when they first took him captive. The withdrawal was quick, immediate and caused his stomach to reject the leftover poisons in his system.

He didn’t acknowledge the feel of the shaking; pale arms surround him again, until he stopped vomiting. He felt better now that he’d thrown up the remnants of the drugs shot into him. He knew that whomever it was that gave him comfort were not his captors. He didn’t remember much, but from the way his body felt, he knew those men hadn’t cared about him one bit. Nevertheless, that did not give his scared nerves any relief. He opened his eyes and blearily looked around the room. His surroundings came into a frightening focus.

Justin held the scared man and sobbed. Tears fell down his cheeks in torrents. He ached for the physical contact but his body somehow repelled it at the same time.

Brian’s conscious started to right itself and he realized that he was lying in the arms of a young blond boy. He saw that the kid 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?”

Justin gaped and backed away from the man, wondering why everyone here that talked to him used naughty words and shouted at him.

Brian watched Justin scramble away from him until he sat against the back of the couch on the floor. Blue eyes clouded with uncertainty and fear stared him down.

Justin had not seen the face of another person in over five years. All the people he had seen since his kidnapping had ski masks over their faces. Now, he was staring at the most gorgeous face he had ever seen in his life. However, Justin was a little afraid of the man because of the way the man yelled at him. He sat silently, trying to decide what to do as he watched the dark haired, older man ran his long fingers through his hair. His piercing green eyes glanced feverishly around him.

“What…” the man couldn’t finish his sentence. Brian’s throat hurt causing his voice to be hoarse.

“I… I...I am J…Justin,” he finally spoke, though gruffly. He found the sound of his name to be weird to his ears 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 was completely gone. For five years, Justin had been alone, with no one to speak to but himself. Justin sat on his knees in front of Brian trying to get his thoughts in order. “Just don’t…use the…the naughty…words p...p…please.”

Brian tried hard not to roll his eyes at Justin and choked out his confusion. “What?”

“D…don’t…use the naughty words like the bad people do,” Justin said, his voice firm and the use of his words clearer.

Brian's memory came flooding back to him in completeness. He saw a group of men following him to his car, waving a gun at him and then injecting him with a needle. He remembered the men dragging him toward the back of a van. Men with dark clothes and masks surrounded him. He struggled weakly as the drug took hold of his body. Helpless to the affects, he was thrown into the van’s floor and blacked out.

“I was kidnapped,” Brian said needlessly. 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 and tried to 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, one way out of this place and it's through that door.” Justin pointed to the large door Brian came through minutes before.

Brian realized that Justin had probably only been a little boy when he was kidnapped, which explained why Justin had freaked when Brian had yelled his cuss words. The kid probably had never heard the naughty words and that was why he was reprimanding him for using one. “No, there has got to be a way,” Brian told him. “There has to be a way out.”

“There are guys with guns out there t…to stop you if you try to get out the other door in the entry way. They won’t come near you though; they just yell and usually just knock on the door to deliver food.”

“What are you talking about?” Brian asked, shaking his head.

“They won't come near you though,” Justin continued. “Not, not for a second unless,” he paused once again and his body visibly shivered. “Well, you must do as they ask and if you make any attempt to get out you will pay for it.” Justin's voice got softer. “There's a tape they gave me to look at when I first got here. They told me it is what happened to someone that did try to escape or fight them.”

Brian rubbed his hands over his face, trying to take it all in. “A tape?”

Justin’s 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 that sprang to his eyes at the memory of watching the video five years before played through his mind.

Brian nodded his head; sure that he probably didn’t want to know what exactly had been on the tape that made Justin so scared. He carefully stood up on his wobbly legs. “I remembered, I offered them money as they were trying to put me in the van.” He looked around the furnished living space. “They wouldn't take it. They must not need it.” Brian slowly walked into the state of the art kitchen. “I need some water. My throat is killing me!”

“There is some in the fridge,” Justin directed the man. “I’ll get it for you.” Justin stood and walked going over to the fridge. He took a bottle out then handed it to Brian.

“Thank you.” Brian opened it up and downed the entire bottle in one drink.

“They don't want money.” Justin shook his head. “My family has lots of money and they wouldn't take it when I offered it, no strings attached. I knew my Daddy would give it to them. Though, I was just a kid then but I still know Daddy would do anything for me.”

“You’re still a kid,” Brian thought. He suddenly felt a sense of dread come over him as he wondered about what it is the kidnappers did want if it wasn’t money. He was sure Justin had to know. And it was most likely something horrible.

Justin walked into the living room. “You should come clean up. The bathroom is down this hall. I'll tell you all I know while you bathe.”

Brian watched as Justin disappeared into one of the rooms. His mind couldn't grasp any of what was going on. Here he was, in some high-class apartment with a blond boy, kidnapped and with no idea of what was happening. This was all too insane to grasp.

He took a few swigs from another bottle of water and scanned the room once again. He saw sets of what looked to be intercom speakers all through the two rooms. They listen to him,” he thought. They’ll be listening to us? This made chills run up and down his spine. He had to know what the fuck was going on. Why was he here? Why was Justin here? Brian wanted those answers, so he made his way down the hall to find Justin.

Justin was filling up the giant sunk in bathtub when he felt his fellow captive come up behind him. He’s not going to like anything I have to tell him,” Justin thought. What if he hates me because of it?”

Brian felt himself harden when he saw Justin's bubble butt in the air as he bent over the tub. 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 Brian. “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 first I didn't remember mine, but that was because they'd shot me up with stuff I was allergic to and I went to sleep for a few days,” Justin looked away from Brian's face when he felt tears burning his eyes.

“Oh.” Brian felt completely helpless as his brain began to think of how scared Justin had to have been. “My name is Brian. Brian Kinney.”

“Take off your clothes and get in the bath Brian,” Justin spoke quietly. Justin tried 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 made his breath catch in his chest for a moment. Justin took a long, 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, Justin.” Brian could tell that Justin was desperate for touch, for experience. The way he’d held him when he first was thrown into the apartment had been so odd, but now it was making sense. 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.

“What?” Justin asked, confused. He wanted to stay and look at Brian, watch Brian, touch him, but that scared him.

“Tell me; tell me everything while I bathe. You don’t have to leave and you don’t have to be embarrassed if you want to look at me.” Brian slowly took off the rest of his shirt and saw that Justin's breath was ragged and his chest heaved while his eyes glazed over as he watched him. “Can they see us in here Justin?”

“Peter, the man who is in charge, he came to talk to me after I woke up that…that day… five years ago. He assured me that the only place they had cameras was in the main living area, kitchen and the bedroom,” Justin said. “He said I deserved a little privacy.”

“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 fifteen minutes to use the restroom. Otherwise, there would be consequences.”

Brian didn't like the sound of that. “Consequences?”

Justin nodded and put a hand through his badly cut blond locks of hair. “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 the guards come in and tell me whatever he wants them to. Or they come 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. They remove anything they don’t want me to have in books and stuff.”

“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?”

“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 will get used to it. I just look at it as if 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 in answer and realized that as innocent as Justin was, once he began to talk without stuttering, he also sounded extremely intelligent.

“If there is a God who is supposed to have all this power why in the five years since I’ve been missing 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 they reminded 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 told Brian. He turned his gaze from the man before him when he saw Brian start to unsnap his jeans.

“But none of that fucking answers my questions Justin! Why in the fuck do they want to watch us?” Brian said aggravated.

Justin gasped at the raised tone and his blue eyes got very wide and frightened. “I…I…”

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 the kid let out a small sound, it was a cross between a moan and a whimper. Looking down at the gorgeous boy, he noticed the tenting in Justin’s jeans.

Justin gulped, staring at the man who made him feel tingly and warm all over. He softly spoke, “Forgiven.”

Brian stopped his hand from trailing where he wanted it to go 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 assessed. He changed 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 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, that he was actually concerned with Justin before himself. Brian saw Justin trembling and knew that he knew why 'God', Peter, wanted them together and it couldn't be good. He could tell by the look of fear Justin had in his eyes and plastered all across his angelic looking face.

“Tell me,” Brian tried to sound strong and comforting. “I won't promise to not get angry or freak out, because given the situation. 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. Then he lowered his gaze to the floor as he spoke, “They want me to get pregnant and have a baby for them...I… I... I was what people call a child prodigy Brian. When they kidnapped me they told me that it was to ensure that I stayed innocent and clean, whatever that means.”

Brian just stared at Justin as he continued to talk. He could barely process what the young man had told him. It seemed, completely ridiculous.

“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. 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,” Brian said, swallowing around the lump in his throat.

Justin gave Brian a confused look. “It wasn’t sex?”

“No. You see, when someone is angry with another person, sometimes they may use the act of sex to hurt the other person. It’s very, very wrong to do Justin. Is that what happened in the video?”

Justin nodded his head and looked at Brian trying to take the new information in. “He was crying. He wanted it to stop.”

“Justin that’s because what they were doing is what is called rape. It means that they were using sexual acts, doing them to him against his will. I want you to know that sex isn't always like that. It is meant to be pleasurable and...” Brian took a deep breath, “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. I take showers or a bath every day Brian. They told 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 supposed to be smart but I don’t understand what sex is, how it could be 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, 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. The clean they meant was because they wanted you to remain innocent to sex, besides what you seen. At least I think that’s what they meant.” Brian sighed. “But, Justin, 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, not wanting the other man to yell at him again. “You see, they told me they were going to have the first guy they brought here father the child I had 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. He tried to talk in a calmer tone of voice through his anger. “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 reached over, shut the water off in the tub and quickly took off his pants.

Justin shook his head. “I'm not just smart. I told you Brian. I once was an amazing artist, singer and musician. And Peter said that I was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.”

Brian couldn't disagree with that last statement. 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. “They want to steal our baby?”

“No, it's more than that Brian. They want us to raise the kids and live here until they move us to a farm where they can watch us live,” Justin told him. He then 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. It made him feel so sore and tired. “So we are like gerbils?” Brian was sure he had to be dreaming, or rather living out a nightmare.

“Basically, I guess. I don't know much about love and family but I remember how my parents were.” Justin had to still himself from crying, whenever he thought of his mom and dad. “Because well,” Justin blushed. “I think they are scientists that want to do some research or something that I haven’t figured out yet. I think they want to see what will happen if you and I meet and have a family. I think they want to watch you teach me everything.”

“So what if we don't have sex? What if I don't get you pregnant? They won't have anything to research or interest them would they?” Brian took off his underwear, his long hardening cock stood at attention.

Justin now looked up and away from Brian, confused by the tightening in his own groin and the stiffness he’d felt there since Brian came into the bathroom. “No but…”

Brian noticed Justin’s arousal once again, he asked. “What if I don't want to do it?”

“When they threw you in here, I was told I had until the end of the day to make you ‘fuck me’ and when I asked them what that was they said we have to have sex,” Justin said the words in a horrified tone. “Or they'd give you some drug that would make you take me anyway. They want us to have the baby now.” Justin stared into the man's eyes. He looked at the clock on the wall in the bathroom. 10:45 a.m.

Brian noticed Justin’s face become pale. “I would never do that no matter what they gave me. I would fight it. I would never hurt you like that Justin.” Brian realized 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, touched the smooth chest and felt his knees weaken as the warm feeling in his body spread and made him light headed.

Brian caught him and lifted Justin upright into his arms. “It’s okay.” But really, Brian knew that it wasn't. But he also knew that he was going to make it that way.

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A Captivating Coupling - Moments in Captivity
 

Chapter One: Childhood Lost and Found

 

“Our whole life is but a greater longer childhood” - Ben Franklin

August 7, 1991

“Mommy!” Justin cried. His new Teddy Bear didn’t offer the same comfort his old one had but he still clutched to his chest, trying his best to seek comfort from the stuffed animal. The little boy continued to cry until he fell asleep, exhausted from the frightening day.

When Justin awoke, he heard sounds coming from the living room. He pulled the blanket covering him over his head and kept as quiet as he could.

“Stay in there, kid!” A loud voice shouted down the hall.

Justin jumped and let out a whimper. He peered out of the comforter and looked around the dimly lit bedroom. His eyes found a camera in the corner of the room. He turned his head and saw three more cameras. “Uh no,” he gasped and threw the cover over his head. Justin grabbed the Teddy Bear, his entire body shook in fear.

“Mommy, Daddy come get me,” Justin whispered. “Please I’ll be a good boy. Come get me please.”

“Stay under the covers kid or I’ll shoot you!” An angry voice boomed around the room. “I’ve got to get some things straight with you.”

Justin started crying louder. “Let me go back to Mommy!”

“That’s not gonna happen kid. Now shut up and listen to me or I’ll kill you.”

Justin felt a rounded hard thing press against the blanket and against his head. He whimpered and hiccupped in fear, trying to stop crying.

“I said shut up!”

The object pressed harder against Justin’s head and he jumped. His bladder involuntarily released.

The man laughed, “Aww… you’re soooo scared huh?”

Justin closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was anywhere else.

“I’m going to give you some rules and instructions. When I leave, you’ll obey them or you will die. You won’t see your Mommy and Daddy ever again but they’ll be alive. If you do not obey me then I will kill them. You understand me?”

“Yes,” Justin whimpered.

“Now listen very closely because I will not come to see you again. I know you’re a smart boy and you will understand what I’m going to tell you.”

 

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November 12 1991

Justin opened the container full of food and the one toy he asked for. He didn’t want to ask for too much because he knew it was almost Christmas and Santa would bring him what he wanted. However, he needed something to keep him occupied besides the books and two racecars the men brought him.

He hurried as quickly as he could and put away the food in the refrigerator and cabinets. Then he moved into the living room and sat down in front of the plastic container.

He pulled out recipe books, schoolbooks and fairytale books and set them to the side. Justin threw the pajamas and slippers he ordered behind him and finally found what he’d waited for. He grabbed the box that spanned the entire bottom of the container and sat it on the carpet. His blue eyes widened, alight for the first time in the three months since his kidnapping. Justin grabbed the lid on the cardboard box and tore it open.

“Yes!” The little boy took out the engine first. He ran his fingers over the wheels and the black smoke stack. He pressed the button on the top and delighted at the ‘choo choo’ noise the train made. He giggled and switched on the light for the train and sat it upright on the carpet.

Justin took out the rest of train cars and put the shiny silver track together. He threaded it under the wooden coffee table and up over two of the thinner books. When he was finished, he hooked all the cars to the engine, placed them on the tracks and flipped the on switch on the board. The train didn’t move so Justin tried to the switch again. When it didn’t cause a change, he picked up the switchboard and looked at the bottom.

His small fingers pried open a small door. “No!” His face fell as all excitement drained from his body. It was a place to put batteries so the train would work. Justin didn’t have any and he knew that he’d have to wait a whole week, which trapped, alone, would seem like forever. Justin fell over to his side on the carpet, held the engine of the train and cried.

 

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February 3 1992

Justin giggled as he chewed his macaroni and cheese. It was the first time he’d made the noodles the right way and they didn’t crunch between his teeth. He wiped his mouth with his napkin and took a drink of his much too chocolatey milk and giggled again. His Mommy wouldn’t have let him have the chocolate milk and macaroni for breakfast. But it was his birthday; he wanted to have a special breakfast.

When Justin finished his meal, he washed the dishes, put them away and walked over to the wall in the kitchen where the calendar was. He grabbed a pen and made a small blue x over the picture he’d drawn of a birthday cake with the number ten on it. Tears rushed into his eyes and he wondered if his Mommy and Daddy were thinking of him and wishing him happy birthday.

Justin wiped the tears out of his eyes, grabbed a hostess cupcake from inside the snack cabinet, and found the package of candles he ordered last week. He sat down on one of the bar stools and opened the chocolate treat and put ten colorful candles in the cake. They covered the entire top of the cupcake and it looked silly.

“Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to me. Happy Birthday to Justin. Happy Birthday to me.” Justin stopped singing, took a deep breath and pretended to blow out all the candles on the treat. He closed his eyes and thought, For this special birthday wish, I wish I could go home to Mommy and Daddy.

Justin slowly took off all the candles, sucking the cake off the wax that stuck to them. He licked at the frosting and took small bites. He knew that wishes probably wouldn’t work in this place. Santa couldn’t find him here, so he was sure that his wish wouldn’t reach the birthday star, but he still wished for it anyway.

He spent the rest of his birthday opening all the new presents he ordered and wrapped clumsily in colored paper. Justin’s imagination had always been active. Through the day, he imagined that his Mommy and Daddy were sitting on the couch watching him play with all the gifts they’d gotten him.
 

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A Captivating Coupling

Chapter Two: Turn Around Bright Eyes

 

“Forever's going to start tonight.”

January 7, 1997

Justin quickly backed out of the man’s embrace. “I’m sorry,” he said and wiped away his tears. “I don’t want to have a baby Brian. I...I don’t want any of this.”

“Neither do I, Justin. But we have no choice right? You don’t think there’s anyway we can somehow get out of here before tonight?”

Justin shook his head. “No. No, we can’t talk about it. You don’t know what they did to me when I tried to get out.”

“What do you mean? What did they do?” Brian asked, angered.

Justin whimpered, “I don’t want to talk about it right now okay?”

Brian sighed. “Fine. But I want you to tell me sometime. I need to know what we’re working with. Listen, I am going to get into the bath, do you want to join me? It looks big enough for two.”

“You’ll see me naked,” Justin gasped.

“I’m going to see you naked when we have sex Justin,” Brian said gently. He realized as soon as he spoke those words that he would be forced to have sex with Justin. Not that anyone would normally have to force Brian to fuck the beautiful creature standing before him. However, in this case, he was going to have to do it without a condom and with the intention of making a child with a boy who looked no more than a child himself. He still didn’t know Justin’s age or any details about him. He had a million questions to ask.

“I’m scared,” Justin whispered, interrupting Brian’s thoughts.

Brian caressed Justin’s chin with the tips of his fingers. “Me too,” Brian replied honestly. “But I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you. We’ll just lay in the bath and talk okay?”

Justin smiled shyly. “I…I… gu...guess.” Blush filled his normally pale cheeks and he turned around to undress.

Brian sat back in the soothing warm water. He watched Justin lift the tee he wore above his head, revealing the creamy white skin of his back. Next, went the khaki jeans, and Brian gasped aloud and felt himself harden completely when Justin shucked them down his slip hips and bent to take them off completely. Brian had never seen such a perfect ass in a pair of tighty whiteys.

Justin turned around to face Brian; his whole body flushed a feverish pink. He placed his hands in front of his genitals in embarrassment. He’d never let the cameras see him naked, always dressing and undressing in the bathroom. So Justin was quite embarrassed of the prospect of such a handsome man seeing him this way. The looming fact that he would soon have to engage in the mysterious and scary act of sex with the naked man in the tub also caused funny feelings inside him. His penis rose and thickened within his hands.

Justin didn’t understand sex. More so, Justin didn’t understand why when he thought of the unknown act and doing it with Brian, why it made him have the weird feelings inside him. Goose bumps broke out all over his skin. It wasn’t because he was cold or just because he was scared. Justin realized it was because he liked the prospect of experiencing the unknown with Brian.

Justin stepped into the tub and walked to sit on the other side when Brian’s strong fingers grasped the wrist covering Justin’s penis. He looked down and saw Brian smiling at him.

“Come and sit between my legs, I’ll wash you.” Brian said. He figured that he should ease Justin into the feel of what it was like to have someone else touch his body.

Justin’s heart and body leapt at the thought. He took his hands away and let Brian see him in his full nakedness.

Brian nearly died at the sight of Justin’s long, thick, hard cock. He couldn’t believe that Justin had what looked to be almost a larger cock than his own. A brief thought swept through his mind but he shook it away to once again focus on the cock jutting out from between Justin’s legs.

Justin noticed Brian staring, so he quickly lowered himself into the water. Innocently, he gave Brian an up close and personal look at his voluptuous ass. He sat down against Brian and felt the man’s long penis rub against his backside. His emotions were going crazy. Justin didn’t know how to act or how he was supposed to feel. One moment his stomach fluttered with pleasure that surged into his whole body, but the next second he felt scared and confused.

Brian could sense the beauty’s turmoil. There was no relaxed weight against his chest and he could visibly see Justin shaking. He leaned up and rested his chin on the soft shoulder before him. “Justin? It’s okay. It’s just you and me here. Sit back and relax. I am not going to hurt you. We won’t have sex until you are ready… well until the very moment you tell me you’re ready tonight.” Brian ran his hands up and down Justin’s small but defined arms, trying to soothe Justin and damming once again, the people that brought this upon them.

“I don’t know what to do. I...I...don’t know if it’s okay that I feel like this,” Justin confessed. His voice sounded quiet and hid tone nervous.

Brian felt his chest tighten. In the short time since he had met Justin, he was already attached to him and felt it was his duty to protect him. “Hey, why don’t you just lay back on me and I’ll close the shower curtain and we’ll pretend that it’s just me and you in this whole world and we will talk.” Brian became surprised by himself at his own words. His dick had been straining for release since Justin had done his unintentional strip show and now he was choosing to do the right thing for once, talk.

“Okay,” Justin whispered.

This sent relief through Brian’s body. Then Justin leaned back, all the way back into him. Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and nuzzled his neck, breathing in Justin’s innocent erotic smell. Something about Justin lying in his arms felt so right. He knew in the second that his arms first wrapped around Justin that there was something unexplainable pulling him to him. This particular feeling he was sure wasn’t only caused by the situation. He wanted to deny it, but the thought hammered in his head. He wanted Justin in his arms forever. “How old are you Justin?”

“I’m fourteen,” Justin nervously spoke.

Brian’s erection nearly dissipated completely. “You’re…you’re what?”

Justin looked at Brian with a worried expression. “I’ll be…I’ll be fifteen on the third of February.”

“Are you sure that’s how old you are Justin?”

Justin raised his eyebrows and scrunched his nose up at the question. “Yes… I know what day it was when they brought me here from the room I recovered in when I was sick from the stuff they gave me. They told me what day it was Brian.”

“How do you know he wasn’t lying?”

“I don’t think he’d lie about that. Why would he? And… I’ve kept calendars Brian. Today is January 7th 1997 isn’t it?”

Brian thought for a moment and realized Justin was probably right. “Yeah, well they took me after work and that was yesterday, January 6th. I guess you’re right. Are you sure though that you remember your birthday?”

Justin laughed. “I couldn’t forget that day.”

Brian gulped. “So you’re only fourteen?” He grabbed the shampoo and started to soap it into Justin’s hair.

“Yes? Why?”

“Justin,” Brian sighed. “I’m almost twenty-seven. It’s against the law for me to do anything sexual with you. Well, depending on exactly where we are at anyway. I don't know the age of consent laws for all the states but I know that you’re probably considered a child and I’m an adult.”

“I’m not a child. I’m a man Brian,” Justin told him. He turned around and dipped his head back into the bath water. His chest arched and his legs spread apart as he shook his head under the water, rinsing the suds from his hair.

Brian shivered. He knew it was wrong to allow himself to become aroused. Justin may be fifteen soon, but he was still, in Brian’s eyes a child. But he couldn’t help it. His mouth went dry when Justin sat back up from the water and drops dripped down Justin’s strong jaw and over his pink lips.

Justin smiled innocently at Brian. “Want me to wash your hair?”

“Sure,” Brian spoke, forcing the word out. His morals did battle with reality. He turned around and allowed his head to fall back on Justin’s shoulder as Justin massaged the shampoo into his scalp. Justin’s fingers were clumsy and Brian became even more aware at how innocent and denied of touch and human interaction he was.

“Can you lean back into the water or do you want me to get the cup to rinse it out.”

Brian smiled. “There’s no way I can bend like you.”

Justin laughed and grabbed the cup on the side of the tub. He poured the warm water over Brian’s hair until all the shampoo rinsed from his hair.

Brian turned back around and leaned against the back of the tub. “Come here.” He pulled Justin and turned him so he sat in between his legs. Brian couldn’t change what the kidnapper ordered of him. Not yet, and he wasn’t willing to risk he or Justin’s life for whatever rules were out in society. A society he didn’t belong to at that point. He had to do what he could to make Justin as comfortable as possible when they did have sex. If he continued to speak about how wrong it was, it might scare Justin even more. But he wanted to get to know him, at least a little, before he changed Justin and his life, forever.

“You feel nice,” Justin moaned and wiggled in Brian’s arms.

“So do you,” Brian confessed, albeit a bit reluctantly.

Justin leaned his head back and smiled at Brian. “I think I like you,” he said, blushing madly. He giggled, “You’re handsome Brian.”

“You’re beautiful Justin,” Brian spoke softly. He couldn’t resist the urge any longer, leaned down, and softly kissed Justin.

When Justin pulled away from Brian, they stared at each other silent for a few moments. Both were experiencing feelings from the kiss that they never had before.

Justin’s brow furrowed. “Is this how we make a baby Brian?”

Brian nodded at the gorgeous boy. “It’s a part of it.” The thought of having a child with Justin suddenly, seemed less scary and wrong, it seemed like a beautiful gift. One Brian wouldn’t take for granted. He would cherish Justin and the lovemaking to make their child with every fiber in his being.

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Moments in Captivity

Chapter Two: Teaching Myself

 

Saturday, December 26, 1992

Justin sat down at the plastic desk in his bedroom and opened up his notebook. He went through the French alphabet in his head a few times and then began to write in the language he felt much safer penning in. He didn’t know if the people who watched him could read or speak French, but something told him they couldn’t. Justin didn’t want them to read what he wrote and it was a chance they couldn’t if he wrote in another language. It made him feel much safer.

Mommy and Daddy. I hope you had a nice Christmas. Santa didn’t find me here again. I put the list in an envelope to mail to the North Pole. I think it’s because they didn’t mail it for me. Or maybe Santa thinks I still live with you? Did he leave me presents there? I hope so. I’ve been good. I didn’t order lots of toys from the books I pick out stuff from.

I did get me a new bed. It’s the biggest one they had in the Sears book. I got a big fluffy blanket and sheets. They didn’t have any cartoon ones so big so I had to get ones that are striped blue and green. I got a big huge pillow too. I like to hold it and pretend I’m holding you Mommy.

I’m going to pick out the things I asked Santa for and order them. I hope Santa won’t be mad at me if he put them under your tree. Oh! I got a tree this year! It’s not very big. It’s a little one, just like the one you put in my room. I tried to find decorations and ornaments like the one our tree. But I didn’t find them all in the books. I got a Daddy ornament and a Mommy ornament. I put Christmas presents under my tree for you too. I wrapped them in pretty, red snowflake paper. I will give them to you when I see you again. I know you’ll find me. You promised you’d always be my Mommy and Daddy.

I read three new Christmas books yesterday. One was about a little reindeer that was lost in the woods. He became friends with a squirrel, an otter and a snowy white kitten. They helped him travel through the forest and find his Mommy and Daddy before Christmas. I wish there were friends that would help me find you. Before I went to sleep, I read “The Night Before Christmas” just like you read to me. I tried to do the voices like you Daddy and I sang “Silent Night” until I got too tired to stay awake.

I miss you! I want to be a tough man and not cry anymore. I will write next week after I got my presents and tell you about them. Love, Justin.

Justin put the notebook away on his bookshelf and took out the large, heavy Sears catalogue. He opened it up to the toys section, grabbed a red marker and began circling the things he’d asked for on his list to Santa Claus.

 

***
 

Wednesday February 3, 1993

Justin looked at the eleven wrapped gifts sitting beside his birthday cake. This year, he’d learned how to cook many new dishes. He’d undercooked or burnt dozens of cakes before he figured out how just how to make them right. His eleventh birthday cake was a two layer, chocolate with two cans of Betty Crocker vanilla frosting. Justin would have a lot of fun eating every piece. The little boy smiled and took a few pictures of himself, set it on the tripod and smiled as the camera took more pictures.

He knew that he wasn’t supposed to play with matches. But he’d really wanted to light the candles on his cake this year. Looking through the tools section in a catalogue, he found what they called a safe lighter. The next week when he got it, he unwrapped it and it took him almost an hour before his small fingers could hold down the safety feature and light the lighter.

After Justin blew out his candles and ate his cake, he crossed off his birth date on the calendar and looked at the chart he’d made for his chores. He wanted to get them done before he opened his presents. He knew that if he opened his presents first, he wouldn’t want to do his chores.

Justin went into the closet in the hall where the masked men installed the new washer and dryer last month.

Last week he’d read the entire instructions manual, ordered the Tide detergent his Mommy used and was pleasantly surprised when his first load of laundry turned out fine. Previously, Justin put his clothes in the bathtub, used his Johnson’s shampoo scrubbed them with a dish sponge and hung them over the shower curtain to dry. But, after he’d gotten confident with his cooking abilities, Justin wanted to try to do everything for himself.

Justin collected his dirty laundry from the last week; including the tablecloth, he’d spilled ravioli sauce on, and put them into the washer. He carefully measured out the liquid soap, poured it into the dispenser and turned on the washer.

With his daily chore complete, Justin walked back into the living room, gathered his presents, and put them on the coffee table in front of the couch. He carefully moved his camera tripod and set the timer to take a series of pictures as he opened the gifts. The camera was one thing Justin picked out after he first arrived. He took a picture of himself almost every day. Though he didn’t have a way to develop them, he kept the dozens of rolls of film in a box under his bed. It was one more thing that gave him hope that one day he’d see his Mommy and Daddy again and they could develop the pictures and see how he grew.

Once again, Justin spent his birthday, imagining that his Mommy and Daddy were there, sitting on the couch, watching him open all his gifts.
 

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A Captivating Coupling

Chapter Three: Hunger

 

I hunger for what I don’t know. I ache for everything you might give me. I shudder from fear, lust, and the way you overwhelm me. There’s nothing as dangerous as you. But I’m attracted to your flame and claim innocence. I can’t stay away; I yearn for you to burn me. – RH

Tuesday, January 7, 1997

Brian’s gentle touches caused goose bumps to rise on Justin’s skin. Justin knew that he didn’t feel cold; the goose bumps again came about because of something else entirely. The more Brian touched him, the hotter his groin felt. His now, stiff looking penis twitched in pleasure. It grew in length and thickness when Brian started to touch him there, right above the funny hairs he’d grown above his penis a few years ago.

He’d always wondered why his Daddy and other men had hairy bodies and he didn’t. When he asked his Daddy once, his Father told him that he would get hair when he became a man too. When Justin first discovered the hair growing under his arms, Justin was happy to know that he was becoming a man. But he also got confused because his underarms started to smell. Justin bathed and tried to keep them clean, but they still kept on smelling. He’d asked ‘God’ to tell him why. Justin tried to look for the answer in some books and found that all the pages he thought it might be found, were missing.

‘God’ didn’t say anything back, the camera usually didn’t cause for anyone to come and see him, talk to him, no matter how much he begged… at first. But, the next time Justin got supplies from them, deodorant came in the box. The young blond saw his dad use it before, and realized that it wasn’t just so he could smell nice. Next time he asked for supplies, he asked for the same deodorant his Daddy used. Once Justin started using Old Spice, he didn’t smell bad.

Sometimes Justin would walk around without a shirt, hoping that if the men saw that he was becoming a man, they would let him go because he wasn’t a little boy anymore. He was sure that they’d taken him because he was a little boy and not for the silly reasons they told him.

His Mommy and Daddy had told him about bad men and women that would take children away from their parents because they wanted children themselves. Justin always made sure to stay by his parents when they went anywhere. He didn’t think they’d come into their home and take him. He figured that maybe one day they would give him back, when he was a man. But that didn’t happen, and Justin started to get cold so he started wearing shirts again.

But more confusion soon came for Justin after he discovered the hairs getting thicker on his arms, legs and then some sprouted around his belly button. After that, he saw hairs starting to grow above and around his penis. That was also around the time that he got sick from the weird feelings he felt when he rubbed himself. He was too embarrassed to ask ‘God’ about any of it, and after searching through books with torn pages, he didn’t find an answer to why those hairs grew.

“Br...Brian?”

“What Justin?” Brian felt very tired, but also very aroused. His fingertips had been trailing lower and lower on Justin's body and he was lost in the feel of Justin's silky blond pubic hair that floated in the water.

“We, we have to get out soon or they will come for us,” Justin’s voice trembled.

Brian wrapped his arms around Justin and squeezed him tightly. His forehead rested in the crook of Justin's neck, his lips by Justin’s perfect seashell ear. “I know but, we have to decide what we are going to do first. I don’t want them to hear us talk. We haven't got much time.” Brian moved the shower curtain slightly and looked at the clock that hung above the toilet. They had already been sitting in, 'their own world' for forty-five minutes. This meant that he and Justin had fifteen minutes to decide what they were going to do before their time was up in the bathroom.

“You, you are going to have sex with me,” Justin said. He tried to sound certain and at ease with the unknown act. “It's already eleven-thirty, is that still enough time to make a baby, Brian?”

Brian's heart once again broke for Justin. Justin was absolutely clueless when it came to sex and the semantics thereof. He would have to teach Justin not only the facts of sex. There were many facts on life and pregnancy that Justin probably had absolutely no idea about. He would need to do this without the naked blond boy lying in his arms.

As much as Brian wanted to stop the attraction,he felt for Justin, the growing feeling he felt for Justin, couldn’t be stopped. He knew it was wrong of him to be attracted in any way to Justin. He was repulsed with himself and even though he knew he had no choice. Brian held onto the knowledge that if he’d met Justin on the street, he wouldn’t have entertained the possibility of having sex with him.

But he had no choice in the matter, because of these rules and the situation itself that pressed upon any normal feelings and thoughts he had. Justin’s presence alone awakened feelings he’d thought he’d long since buried deep inside himself. He felt like predator, a pervert and wasn’t sure he could forgive himself for what he’d have to do with Justin. He wondered what their child would think in the future, knowing that they were a product of the kidnapping but also of Brian’s sick lust.

He needed some time to think and to somehow come up with a way that would allow Justin not to go into the sex as an innocent child, but as the man he claimed to be. “Justin lets get dried off and have something to eat and talk. I take it that you do request lots of food on your lists from what I’ve seen in the fridge?” Brian poked his fingers into Justin’s ribs, trying to lighten the dark mood that settled around them.

Justin laughed as Brian tickled him. The sound was almost foreign to his own ears and the smile he turned and gave Brian he wouldn't have been able to recognize.

Both had Brian's heart racing and his own lips smiling. “So, you got food?” Brian wondered, trying to redirect the conversation away from the feelings that argued with his good sense.

“Of course I have food,” Justin said through his laughter. “I am a really good cook, Brian. I have lots and lots of cookbooks! I can make you almost anything you want.” Justin stood up from the water, feeling extremely excited. The water that poured down from him got all over Brian's face but he didn't notice as he stepped from the bath and grabbed two big fluffy towels from the closet.

Brian sat in the tub, his mouth slightly agape. He loved to look at Justin who was so happy and excited all because of Justin talking about his skills with food. Justin seemed to be so eager to please him. He also noticed that Justin wasn't tripping over his words and was much more easygoing and relaxed within his company. The warm bath and touch made Justin much more comfortable with him.

Justin wrapped his towel around his wet blond head, pulled a white fluffy robe off the back of the door, and covered his body. Justin handed the man one of the towels. “Here, dry off with this. I'll be right back with a robe for you. I have a longer red fluffy one I asked for, for last Christmas.”

Brian took the towel. “Thanks,” he whispered. He wasn’t one to love celebrating holidays, but he wondered how exactly Justin celebrated them. It saddened him to think about that Justin celebrated Christmas alone. He wondered if at the time of Justin’s kidnapping, whether or not he still believed in Santa Claus. Brian was sure that if he had, Justin probably learned that St. Nick didn’t exist. Brian was positive though, that Santa Claus’s non-existence was probably the least of the devastating things the young blond had to experience alone.

The kid had most likely endured more anger, grief, longing and loneliness than even he himself had as a child and that was saying something. Considering the fact that Brian’s parents stripped him of any childlike beliefs from the day he was born. He never knew fairy tales, Santa Claus or magic of any kind. Something told him Justin had, and the people holding them prisoner had probably wounded him with the reality they thrust him into.

Brian started to dry off his body. The worried thoughts he had concerning Justin did little to with his unwanted erection and wondered if this was a side effect of the drugs he’d been injected with.

He noticed when Justin got out of the tub that the young man’s cock was still very hard. While they bathed, he saw the drops of pre-come that bubbled from the slit in the wide head, signaling Justin’s need for release. Nevertheless, Justin seemed unfazed by his cock’s movement, besides the flushed look he had on his face. It appeared as though Justin didn't know what to do with his erection. Brian had a hard time believing that Justin wouldn’t at the very least, know the pleasures he could create with his own body. However, he had a nagging feeling that was true.

When Justin returned with Brian's robe, he smiled shyly again as he handed it to him. “Here, I think it’ll fit.”

“Thank you, Justin,” Brian said. He scanned the beautiful boy's body and saw Justin was still hard under the robe. Brian realized in that instant that it wasn’t as though it appeared that Justin didn’t know what to do with his erection, it had to be a fact. Otherwise, he was sure the kid would have done something to relieve himself or to cover it more, considering the fact that his face was blushing to a near fire engine red color. Brian would have to change all that. And he would, because they would force him to, within only a few hours.

 

***
 

“So what do you want to eat, Brian?”Justin asked, looking into the fridge and assessing what he had that he could make meals out of for Brian.

Brian sat at one of the bar stools. He was glad that it was warm in the apartment because he didn't have any socks or house shoes on. Justin’s feet were much smaller than his and even if they weren’t he couldn’t have imagined actually wearing the cartoon printed socks. And he definitely wasn’t going to wear the brown, fuzzy dog slippers that Justin now wore on his feet and had offered him.

The fact that Justin lived here in the apartment, really hit Brian when he saw those slippers and Justin told him that he hadn’t worn real shoes since he’d been there. He smiled when he’d told Brian that, and then giggled as though he was telling him a secret. Brian would have laughed too, if it wasn’t entirely sad to him.

He did manage to give Justin a smile and tell him that he himself would still like to wear his Prada boots around the apartment. Justin had scrunched up his face and then had gone into explaining to Brian how great it was to be comfortable all the time. Brian realized with painstaking clarity that with every word Justin spoke to him, it was as if everything he knew saw or thought about, remained confined within the apartment.

Justin gave Brian the catalogue he had delivered each month. Brian was currently making the small list Justin had advised him to do. He was narrowed down to the ‘Sears’ book for now, but Justin told him that he could get whatever he wanted from any catalogue, but he asked for that one because that was where his Mommy bought his clothes from.

Justin had made himself comfortable, alone, a long time ago. Brian knew that he had resigned himself to living in this apartment. He could tell by the way Justin spoke, but also because as he paged through the Sears catalogue and made his list, he also saw most of the items that Justin had ordered, decorating the apartment. However, Brian wouldn't do that. He would give Justin hope again. They would get out. Even if in the meantime he had to pretend as if he didn’t mind going against every moral he taught himself. He would get them out of this place.

“Brian…Brian...” Justin called Brian, waving his hand in front of Brian. Brian looked lost in his own world of thoughts. Justin wondered if he had done or said something that upset Brian. He realized that he had been talking an awful bunch about all the different things he bought from the catalogue. But then, as Brian looked at him, he realized that wasn’t why Brian’s expression had gotten so dark and serious.

“Oh, sorry,” Brian closed the ‘Sears’ book and looked up at the anxious looking boy. “I was just thinking I’m hungry and I was also thinking about how we should get…”

“Dinner together?” Justin finished Brian’s sentence. He could tell that Brian’s expression meant he was thinking about more than dinner. But, Justin wanted to make sure that Brian didn’t say anything about escaping in front of the cameras and speakers, he nodded toward them. “Going a week without food can make you really hungry.”

Brian was about to retort that he hadn’t gone that long without eating but then, he understood what Justin was telling him. He was warning him not to talk about getting out of there. From the quick flash of pain in Justin’s eyes, Brian knew that Justin had to have endured, a week without food, when he’d talked about it. Brian gave Justin a small nod of understanding. “Yeah, I'm pretty hungry. So you can cook anything?”

Justin sighed in relief, glad that Brian wouldn’t be bringing up the outside world, “Well almost, with the groceries and stock we have. But, don’t you think we should eat something quick? Since…since we only have a little time before….”

Brian nodded. “Yeah but we still have a lot of time Justin. It’s still early but we’ll need to talk. How about we make omelets?” Brian actually could manage those on his own, so he figured he could help cut up the vegetables; at least… he often burned the eggs though, so he’d leave the actual cooking part to Justin.

“Mmm, I love omelets. What kind would you like?” Justin asked and walked back to the fridge and looked inside again. “I make a really good Mexican omelet.” Justin grabbed some things for the fridge and set them on the bar in front of Brian.

Brian heard his stomach rumble. “I haven't had one of those since I was in Cabo. It sounds really good.”

Justin kept bringing over items to the bar, and finally turned to the Island, where the grill was and put the burner on low while adding an iron skillet and an amount of butter to the pan that Brian pretended not to see.

Brian grabbed a knife from the chef's box and the cutting board beside it. He started to chop the colored peppers while Justin stood beside him whisking eggs, milk and spices into a large bowl.

“So you went to Cabo? Was it really as beautiful as it looks in the books?” Justin’s voice was filled with wonder.

Brian nodded, but then a thought occurred to him. “I thought you weren't allowed to know anything about the outside world.”

Justin smiled sadly. “Well, I can, it's just current events, that sort of thing they don’t want me to know, nothing that has to do with the years since I have been in here.”

Brian raised his eyebrow in confusion as he thought to himself. What kind of rules are these? Doesn’t 'God' realize that once I am in here I will tell Justin about it all? Or… maybe that is the point. Brian knew he would have to find out. He shared his thoughts with Justin after milling them over in his mind a few more minutes. “So, I think I am supposed to teach you Justin.” Brian moved the cheese he’d grated into a bowl and then quickly began to cut mushrooms.

Justin thought about what Brian had said as he poured the mixture into the hot griddle, “I think so too. Though, I still can't figure out why they would do it this way. What exactly do they want you to teach me?”

“I don't really think its specific, except maybe for one thing,” Brian told Justin. He felt his face blush for reasons that were unimaginable to him.

Justin turned omelets with a spatula and looked at Brian innocently. “What do you think that is, Brian?”

“Sex, of course,” Brian answered.

“Oh.” Justin nodded and turned back to their food.

Brian detected a hint of disappointment in Justin's breath and eyes, “What do you mean 'Oh'. Did you think it was something else I specifically should teach you Justin?”

Justin didn't turn toward Brian. He just shook his still towel-wrapped head and flipped the omelets in the pan.

Brian waited for Justin to answer him. He gathered the peppers and mushrooms and sprinkling them inside the omelets as Justin held open the folds he’d made. He went back to get the cheese and then poured the topping all over the delicious looking and smelling food, awaiting Justin’s answer. He could see the nervousness etched in Justin’s face.

Justin still didn't look up or answer Brian. He moved about the kitchen and collected dinnerware and sat it at the bar. Brian busied himself with putting the used dishes in the sink and grabbed two bottles of V8 from the fridge.

Justin took the skillet over to the bar and dished them each out an omelet. Once he turned off the oven and put the skillet on the sink to cool down, he’d gained enough courage to tell Brian what he was thinking. “I think that maybe its love.” Justin looked into Brian’s eyes, daring Brian to deny what he so innocently, yet, firmly stated.

Brian felt his chest tighten as he fully took in Justin’s statement. For the first time in his life, he couldn’t help but to yearn for even the mere suggestion of love. Just the thought of that, the truth in Justin’s words, the hope it gave to everything, made Brian feel as if he actually could have something more than what he’d ever thought he could have in his life. Even if it were here, in this place that was supposed to be a prison for them both. Maybe, it didn’t completely have to be. “I think you may be right Sunshine,” Brian told Justin, his voice husky. He couldn't resist leaning in and tasting Justin's lips gently.

Justin smiled widely as Brian pulled away from the lip-lock. He suppressed the giggles that wanted to erupt from his throat from the feel of his first kiss. He asked, “But Brian, sex is a part of it all, right?”

Brian sat down beside Justin and took a bite of his food and then answered. “Yes Justin. Sex is a part of almost every part of life, whether people realize it or not.”

“And I can ask you anything about it?” Justin said through bites of food.

Brian nodded, chewing on the heavenly dinner. “Sure.”

“Have you had sex before?” Justin asked, curious of the man’s knowledge.

Brian smiled to himself and realized again that Justin had a lot to learn. He looked at the clock on the wall. He had about twelve hours to tell Justin and show him exactly what sex was and what making a baby really entailed.
 

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Moments in Captivity
 

Chapter Three: Pretend

 

October 31, 1994

Justin began his day by arranging his stuffed animals through-out the apartment. He placed assorted candies from the bag he ordered under each one. When the mean people first kidnapped him, the little boy would talk to his animals aloud while he played. But gradually, most of the talking Justin did was in his head, unless he decided to sing one of the songs on the cartoons he watched. Today, he explained to each animal their role in the game he made up to play “Trick or Treat”.

Then, Justin went into his bedroom and unwrapped the costume he ordered from its plastic packaging. His Mommy usually made him keep his clothes on underneath so he wouldn’t get cold when they went from house to house, but for the last two years he played “Trick or Treat”, he didn’t have to. He stopped being cold in the apartment when he learned how to regulate the thermostat a few months after his arrival.

After Justin put on the batman suit, he went to the bathroom and took out the face paint. His costume had come with a plastic mask, but Justin wanted to paint the mask on his eyes himself. His artistic abilities were rarely tested or expressed but his talent was evident on his face. The mask Justin created had depth to it. He’d used the white and blended it with the black to create shadow under his eyes and around the lines. He added glitter to the top of his eyelids and over the black to make it shiny. For an added eerie touch, Justin applied deep purple paint to his lips. He barred his teeth in the mirror and giggled at how scary he looked. “Happy Halloween Justin,” he spoke in a deep voice. Next Year, I’m gonna be the Joker, he decided. He let out an evil sounding laugh, grabbed his cape and stalked out of the bathroom.

Justin went over to the three pumpkins he carved. One for his Daddy, one for his Mommy and one for him. He took some matches, lit the candles in each pumpkin and went through the other areas of the house and lit the candles he’d placed there. After, Justin grabbed his Halloween bucket, shut off the lights and began to play his game.

Justin went through the rooms of the house and made a knocking noise inside his head as he stopped in front of each animal. He would speak to his toy Trick or Treat, grab the candy underneath, place it in his bucket and go on to the next the room, collecting all the candies.

When Justin finished finding the candy he blew out the candles and turned on all the lights and sat down to look at the confections. This year, Justin remembered not to eat more than a few pieces. He didn’t want to get sick like he did the last two years. He hated being sick without his Mommy to take care of him.
 

***

November 1, 1994

Justin had fallen asleep on the couch watching the movie “Donald Duck’s Halloween”. He woke up the next morning to a loud knocking on his door.

“Get up, kid,” he heard a gruff voice demand.

Justin lazily got up off the couch and walked over to the door and opened it. A large man dressed in all black and wearing a mask stood before him holding a box. Justin was no longer afraid of the men because he saw them so often when they delivered things or fixed things for him. But he hadn’t ordered anything and had just gotten his supplies two days ago, so he didn’t know what the man was doing there.

“Take this,” the man growled. He thrust the box toward Justin.

Justin looked inside the box and giggled. “A kitty?”

“Yeah, kid. Now take care of it.” The guard motioned behind him. “There’s a litter box and some food there. Get it inside.”

Justin was in awe of the small white animal that lay curled up against a ratty blanket in the box. He’d asked for a puppy for a long time, but he was perfectly happy to receive the kitten. “Okay,” Justin couldn’t resist smiling at the guard. He put the box with the kitten inside and then grabbed the litter box and bags of cat food and closed the door behind him.

He sat down on the floor and ran his fingers over the sleeping kitten’s soft fur. “Kitty, wake up,” he whispered softly.

The kitten opened his tiny eyes and looked up at Justin and purred.

Justin grabbed the kitten from the box and held him against his chest. “I’m Justin,” he said quietly. “I’m glad you’re here with me now. We’re going to best friends.”

The feline yawned and squirmed against Justin. He crawled and nestled himself against Justin’s neck and licked his face.

Justin giggled. “You’re cute. What am I going to name you? You know what? You look just like a baby Duchess from the Artistocats.”

The cat meowed and licked Justin again.

Justin smiled. “You like that name, huh?” He looked under the kitten’s tail. “I can’t tell if you’re a boy or girl yet. But I don’t think you’ll care if I call you Duchess. Will you?”

The kitten seemed to shake his head back and forth as his blue eyes batted at his little boy.

“I’m going to take good care of you,” Justin promised the kitten.

 

***
 

Thanksgiving Day 1994

Justin opened the can of turkey and gravy cat food. The small, white kitten stumbled quickly into the kitchen when it heard the sound of the electric can opener. He rubbed his face against Justin’s legs. “You’re going to have turkey for dinner,” Justin told the kitten. “It almost smells like my TV dinner.”

The kitten seemed to understand what Justin was saying and confidently traipsed over to the small kitchen table. His bowl and water sat underneath the table. She liked to be close to her human while she ate.

Justin scooped the cat food into the bowl, washed his hands and then sat down in front of his turkey and mashed potatoes dinner. He’d cooked the mashed potatoes himself, but he wasn’t able cook the tiny Turkey he’d got the way it was supposed to. He’d forgotten to take out the bag of innards because the recipe in his book didn’t say anything about it. So the turkey hadn’t cooked right and had an awful smell to it. But Justin had requested a turkey TV dinner too because he remembered his Mommy said it was hard to cook turkey. So Justin wasn’t too upset. He only wished he could eat with his family, but was happy to have his little kitten to share Thanksgiving dinner with.
 

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A Captivating Coupling

Chapter Four: Fusion and the Science of Sex

 

"Let me tell ya bout the birds and the bees
And the flower's and the trees
And a thing called love…"

Tuesday January 7, 1997

Brian Kinney was an expert when it came to sex. There was good reason as to why all six of his sex books had been on the bestseller list. Now, it was time to put all those good tips, tricks, and positions to good use, once again. Unfortunately, he hadn't ever written a chapter that could ever really fit into the situation he found himself in now. He wondered what he would even title it. The only thing that would come close to grasping it would be something like; "How to Make your partner, whom you just met and are being somewhat forced to fuck and make a baby with, comfortable.” Even if Brian had, he knew that it wouldn't have helped him now.

Justin was clueless about everything. His knowledge about sex consisted solely on what he'd seen in the video that terrified him. Brian was sure that Justin should have known at least the 'facts of life', but he probably didn't really understand them.

Brian was about to answer Justin's question, whether or not he'd ever had sex, when he felt a strange rubbing sensation against his leg. "What the fuck?"

Justin looked beside him and saw Duchess rubbing against Brian. "That's my kitty, Duchess."

"You have a cat?" Brian gasped. He lifted his leg away from the feline.

"She was probably scared when you first got here. She always hides for a while after they come," Justin explained.

Brian looked curiously at Justin. They let you have a cat?"

"Yup," Justin smiled. "She's my best friend. I wanted a puppy but I guess they wouldn't let me have one because it can't go to the bathroom in the house."

Brian sighed. "Where's its litter box?"

"Over there, behind the trash can. Don't worry, Brian. I keep it clean."

Brian shook the cat off and it meowed loudly at him. "Can you make it go away?"

Justin laughed. "You don't like cats?"

"No. I don't. But I guess I'll have to now."

"Go away, Duchess," Justin ordered. He snapped his fingers and waved away the cat. The kitten looked at him and stuck her tail in the air as she pranced off and curled up on the couch.

"So, have you had sex before?" Justin repeated his question.

"Yes, of course I have."

Justin's eyes got huge. "Really?"

"Yes, Justin."

"Oh," Justin didn't know what to say but that one word.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?" Brian asked. He was pretty sure that if Justin had, he probably didn't know what to call it.

Justin looked at Brian as if he was speaking in a foreign language. "A what?" He took a long drink of his water, feeling his mouth going dry.

Brian then understood that the only way to explain anything was to be simple and blunt.
"Have you ever played with your penis? You, know, have you made it hard the way it was in the bathtub, rubbed it, touched it and made it shoot out come?"

Justin coughed on the water he was drinking and set the bottle down on the bar counter top. "I...I... I rubbed on it once and it started to feel really good and my penis was tingly and...." he trailed off, completely embarrassed by what had happened that day in the bathtub.

Brian didn't need Justin to finish his sentence. He realized Justin had probably gotten hard and had no idea how he got from just rubbing himself to having a climax. Brian wanted to hear what Justin had to say though. He needed details so he knew what else to explain. But Justin seemed so nervous; he thought it might be better if he showed him what they talked about.

Soon, he would be buried deep inside Justin, hopefully experiencing an orgasm with him. Justin would have to get past all of the embarrassment regarding the act. Brian was starting to see the reason he was chosen to be Justin's lover, much more clearly.

"Hey," Brian stood up and collected the empty plates from the bar. "Why don't you show me your bedroom? We'll have to end up in there sometime. And maybe it'd be a little more comfortable for you to talk to me in there," Brian suggested gently.

Justin watched the beautiful stranger run water over their plates and put them in the sink. Brian turned back to him and rose an eyebrow slightly, awaiting his answer. "Oh, okay. I guess so," he whispered, nervously.

Justin walked through the living room and then down through the hall. He turned around once to make sure Brian was following him. When he reached his bedroom door, he paused outside it, giving Brian time to come up behind him. His hand stilled on the door handle.

Brian pressed up slightly against Justin. Their robes did nothing to hide the arousal he knew Justin felt against the dip above his ass. Before he could think more about it, Brian covered Justin's hand with his own and together they turned the brass handle and opened the door to the bedroom that Justin would now share with this man.

Brian was pleasantly surprised at the style and elegance he found in Justin's bedroom. He was holding his breath, hoping that he wouldn't be fucking the kid in a room with Disney characters on the walls and bedspread, for that was the level of innocence Justin possessed. He knew there was no way he could do that. It was hard enough trying to divert the reality and pretend that Justin only looked young.
Thankfully, Justin decorated the windowless, yet large room, quite impressively.

Rows of bookcases lined the farthest wall, where Brian assumed there was once a window now replaced by bricks that didn't match the other brick he saw peaking out from behind the bookcases. There were at least a hundred books adorning the shelves. A large grey couch and a glass coffee table sat in front of the bookshelves. He imagined that Justin spent quite a lot of time there. A small chandelier of light rained down, illuminating the spot with the perfect, bright, reading light.

On the other side of the room, closest to the door was a desk with a computer. It seemed to be more of an older style. Justin only used it for playing games, or for writing. A matching small chandelier hung above this area as well.

A muted blue tone of paint adorned the other three walls. Brian was sure he had seen Justin's eyes darken that color while they were in bathtub. He felt his cock getting even harder at the thought of Justin naked but fought with himself and the moral implications of the sexual attraction he felt for the young man.

Justin took off his robe and sat naked on his large canopy bed. His legs kicked back and forth off the side of the bed. He looked anxiously up at Brian. "I got naked," he whispered.

"I see that," Brian replied softly. He walked another step into the bedroom but paused his steps.

A large blush was present on Justin's entire pale body, it seemed to constantly come and go since Brian's presence. He couldn't bring himself to look at Brian's form through the sheer fabric hanging around him once the man started to walk toward him. Even though they had bathed naked together just a short time ago, this was much different. This was it! This was the beginning of unraveling the mystery. It was the reason the people took him away from his family and had been living in solitude for far too long. There was no turning back.

Brian looked at Justin who sat on the main centerpiece of the room, a large king-sized Victorian canopy bed. Dark blue and green silky sheers hung about the sides. Brian was sure that this bed too, was also somewhat a retreat for him. Justin, was without doubt, the fucking perfect picture of innocence and sex appeal combined. Something about Justin made the situation they were in, seem nearly irrelevant to Brian. Right now, he couldn't imagine being more turned on by anyone. Every moral fiber in his being flew out the window. He was glad that he was going to show Justin what jerking off was first, because he didn't know how much more he could take without spilling his own come.

The scene alone was almost too much for him to handle. He needed to calm himself down, but really, he wasn't sure if he could. Not with Justin looking so adorable, yes adorable, and sweet, halfway hidden behind the fabric, swinging his legs as if he was waiting for Brian to ravish him.

Brian's cock dripped pre-come against the fabric of the robe. His body temperature rose and he threw the garment off, not caring where it landed.

Justin jumped from the action and his blond head peaked around one of the pieces of silk fabric to sneak a look at Brian. He felt his penis tingle when Brian stared right at him. His cock hardened again, the way it had in the bathroom. Brian walked toward him. Shivers stirred through his body, implanting themselves on the top and insides of his skin. Brian's hand moved the panel closest to him and ducked his head under to crawl onto the bed beside. Justin wanted to scream with excitement. For the first time in a long time, perhaps ever, he didn't have that nagging thought in the back of his head about the men watching him. All he could think about was Brian.

The way Brian's muscles looked flexing as he crawled to the middle of the bed made his breath quicken. Brian's shoulders were so well defined; it made Justin's mouth water. Brian's torso looked so perfect in the orange recessed lighting shining down on top of the bed. Justin ached to draw him. Something he hadn't done in quite some time. He was so fucking thrilled with the image of Brian, even though he had seen this man naked already and Brian had held him naked, bathed him, this was different...it was thrillingly scary…and completely enticing.

These feelings were so new and fresh to Justin. He wasn't sure if he wanted to throw up, scream or giggle with excitement. Brian too, was dealing with new feelings that Justin arose within him.

Brian held his long fingers out to Justin; moving his pointer finger forward; once, twice, three times; beckoning Justin. "Come closer," he said softly.

Justin had to hold himself back a bit and reign in the self control he'd somehow lost to get his brain to work, to move his legs and place his hand in Brian's as he crawled up in front of him.

Their chests were only a hairsbreadth away from one another's. Both men were breathing raggedly, as an unknown hunger overtook them. The first pose they held for a few minutes. Brian's ass sat upon his folded legs as Justin crouched on his knees. Their equal height gave them the advantage of staring into each other's eyes, looking, finding and exploring within feelings Brian was sure didn't exist until that moment and emotions that Justin had never learned to believe could be possible.

Brian disengaged his twined left hand to run it up the side of Justin's hip, up Justin's chest, arm, shoulder neck and then his face, where it stilled. "You are beautiful," he breathed. Though Brian had seen Justin naked before, felt the words prior, this was different. It was as if his life was being reborn in the intimacy. It sounded cheesy as he thought it, but it was no less true. He was in bliss, starting at Justin.

Justin bowed his head, looking down to see both his and Brian's penises hard and wet at their tips. They almost touched each other and Justin curiously pushed his pelvis out to make them, it sent a shock through his body when the skin connected and he heard Brian groan.

Brian took his hand off of Justin's face, placed it around Justin's hand and led it to grasp both of their cocks, but he paused when he saw Justin's blue eyes go wide in surprise.

"It happens to you too?" Justin whispered in awe.

Brian looked at Justin, unsure if Justin had really said what he thought, but the confusion on Justin's face told him he heard the words correctly. He stopped the task of stroking and lifted Justin's chin to look him in the eyes again.

Justin crinkled his nose and sat back on his haunches. "The white stuff. It comes out of your penis too, Brian?" He was still embarrassed but he had a feeling that the way Brian acted so nonchalantly about this happening that it wasn't a big deal.

Brian smiled and took his organ in his hand and squeezed at the tip, eliciting a fresh drop of the shiny cream. "Yes, it happens to all men when they are sexually aroused." He watched Justin's expression turn into a small grin of relief. "This…" Brian took a swipe at the pre-come and held his two fingers out to Justin. "This is pre-come. It's the natural lubricant for your penis when you have sex. It's a smaller amount of the stuff you'll shoot that has the sperm in it when you orgasm. This has sperm in it too, just not as many as you release when you climax."

Justin thought about what Brian told him for a minute and brought Brian's fingers to his face to inspect the drops of come closer. "This is what was coming out of my penis when I was rubbing myself in the bathtub. I thought that I was sick or something because it sort of looked like what boogers look like when I get really sick. So I stopped touching myself, even though it felt really good."

Brian looked at the kid in shock. Justin had not explored his body at all. The young man had never come. He kept his mouth shut, hoping Justin would go on. He wanted to learn more of what exactly Justin knew of the semantics of sex. Brian also tried his best not to laugh at what Justin thought pre-come was. "Well it's not boogers," Brian assured Justin.

"A few times that I woke up in the morning and more of this stuff was in my underpants. It was sticky and my penis was still stiff kind of. I thought I got sick or something, even though I really felt okay the rest of the day. It happened like that every couple months Brian. But I wasn't sick... Right? It was this come? I was trying to make a baby by myself?"

Brian smiled and shook his head. "Justin, you weren't sick. You probably had a wet dream. You see, men don't only come when they are having sex to make a baby; which you can't do by yourself. Your body's come and eggs won't work that way. Anyway, men they also come when they touch themselves because it feels really good. You probably had those wet dreams because your balls were so full of come it had no other way to dispose of that. You may have dreamed of something that aroused you and didn't even remember dreaming it when you woke up. Men play with their penises because they get aroused and need to have release. They can do that with sex or by giving themselves a hand job." Brian placed Justin's hand on both of their cocks and gave them a few tugs. He encouraged him to play with them and took his hand away.

Justin jerked on the hard shafts awkwardly, his eyes zeroed in on Brian's cock as he touched both of their cocks. "It does feel really good, Brian," he gasped.

Justin was a little lost for technique so Brian removed Justin's hand from his cock and only wrapped his own and Justin's on Justin's dick. "Look and watch what I'm doing." He started a slow tug and pull on his penis. "This is okay Justin. It doesn't mean you are sick, you don't feel sick do you?" Brian asked. He noticed the pre-come started to ooze thickly from Justin's gaping slit as Justin tugged on his own cock.

Justin shivered from Brian's voice. It was vibrating through his ears into his skin and straight to his penis, it was as if the smoothness of his voice surrounded his sex. "No, this, this feels wonderful," he moaned, his dark blue eyes meeting Brian's lustful green stare.

Brian smiled and shivered in excitement as he moved closer and got on his knees and pulled Justin up against him. Justin trembled in his arms and Brian hugged him closer. He was not able to fight the urge to kiss Justin and touched his lips to Justin's open mouth. Their jerking arms caught between them as their cocks and hands rubbed and bounced against each other.

Brian's tongue invaded the recesses of Justin's mouth so perfectly he was surprised at the sounds coming out of him. Brian's mouth tore away from his when they both needed to catch their breath. Brian started trailed his lips down his neck, licking and biting his skin. Justin felt light headed and held onto Brian's sculpted arms to keep himself balanced as their dicks rubbed against each other.

Brian could tell Justin was about to come, he could feel the energy bottled up, needing to release. "You're about to experience your first real orgasm Justin," Brian whispered in Justin's ear. He licked his earlobe and it bit below it gently. The thought alone had him on the verge of exploding. His hand laced with Justin's and melded their cocks together in their joint fists once again. "You feel so good Justin," Brian moaned. "You're doing so good."

Justin panted wildly and tossed his head back wantonly. His eyes squeezed shut as Brian still licked and bit at his neck and ear.

"I can't wait to feel you come, baby." Brian was so lost. He didn't even stop to wonder when in the hell he started using that term of endearment. "Your fingers and mine squeezing my dick, makes me want to come so bad. You're so fucking sexy Justin. I can't wait to experience your first real come with you," Brian breathed through kisses to Justin's skin.

Justin couldn't believe how amazing he felt in those moments with Brian. Nothing could touch him, but Brian. He felt safe. It wasn't scary at all anymore. "I'm so glad it's with you, Brian," Justin moaned. He opened his eyes to stare into Brian's hazels eyes.

Brian sped up the pace, not breaking eye contact now with Justin. At the same time he could feel their balls rise and come surging, begging to burst from both of their bodies. It was so fucking intimate that it made it all the more exciting. It felt like nothing Brian had ever felt. "Come with me, come on," Brian said. His balls burst the cream into his shaft and he felt Justin doing the same thing and swallowed the moans Justin released from Justin's body with his own lips, throat and tongue.

Their bodies fought to get closer with every spurt they erupted. Their hands no longer trapped, covered with the first shots of come, started to roam and search out one another's bodies, leaving sticky trails of their sweet explosion in their wake.

Their cocks still rutted between their bodies for long, exquisite moments after, until they squeezed and meshed the last drops of their loads from their dicks that remained hard and yearning for more.
 

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Moments in Captivity

Chapter Four: Lonely

 

Tuesday, July 4, 1995

I painted a picture of the backyard today. I tried to remember how everything is. But I can’t remember too much. I don’t remember how many swings were on the swing set or what color the tulips were in your garden. I was going to paint a picture of the fireworks we see every year, but I couldn’t remember how they look.

Are you and Daddy having a barbecue in the backyard today? Are you going to see the fireworks at the clubhouse? I wish I could see them. I wish I could see anything!

Mommy, I miss you so much. I’m so tired of being here! I want to go home! Why haven’t you found me? Why? Do you not want me anymore? Don’t you want to find me? Justin placed his pen inside his notebook and closed it.

“Why?” Justin whispered, aloud. He wiped away the tears in his eyes and angrily pushed his chair away from the desk and stood.

Duchess pounced down off the bed and circled Justin’s leg, rubbing her body and curling her tail against him. She meowed over and over, trying to get Justin to pick her up and pay attention to her.

Justin lightly kicked the cat away. “Not now,” he growled at her and hopped onto his bed. He pulled the covers over him and cried as he fought to remember the way his mother and father looked, how they smelled and what their voices sounded like.

The kitten didn’t understand why Justin didn’t want to pet her, sometimes. When she felt lazy, she liked to hide under the blankets too, but Justin was making the weird noises again. These noises and shaking movements made the fur on her back stand up. She jumped up onto the foot of the bed and paced back and forth nervously.

Justin felt the cat’s movements beside his feet. “Leave me alone!” he yelled at her. He wanted his parents and if he couldn’t have them. He didn’t want anyone! Justin flipped the blanket up and glared at his cat. “Go!” he shouted.

Duchess bent her head to the side and stared at her boy. She meowed, much quieter and chanced a footstep toward him.

Justin whimpered, “Go Duchess. Go play.” The anger he felt was much less as he looked at the curious expression she gave him.

Duchess walked two steps and slowly brushed against Justin’s thigh. She meowed in a higher pitch and then again in a higher one.

Justin reached forward and brushed his fingertips against Duchess’ head. All he could feel was sadness and need. The kitten nuzzled against him, comforting him, and Justin started to cry again. He grabbed the kitten into his arms and brought her under the blanket with him. “It’s always gonna be just you and me,” he whispered. “For a long, long time. They’re not going to find me, Duchess. God doesn’t exit, Santa and the Easter Bunny aren’t real. Mommy lied. There’s no such thing as magic and I can’t even see the stars to wish on them. I can’t see the moon to see Daddy. I’m not gonna ever see fireworks or the sky, ever again.”
 

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A Captivating Coupling

Chapter Five: Rebirth

January 7, 1997


“Oh... my...god...Brian,” Justin panted. His body was lovingly crushed into the mattress amongst the tangled sheets. His eyes still remained closed, lost in the rush of his first round of post orgasmic bliss.

Brian smiled and looked up at Justin. His face lay on Justin’s pale chest, listening to the fast heartbeat inside Justin’s quickly rising and falling chest. He stared up at Justin and saw his face and neck had traces of come mixed with the heavy drops of sweat. The lights from around the bed shone off of him, creating what looked to be a halo all around him. The effect only enhanced the wanton innocence of Justin’s body.

Brian felt his heart jump and dared to admit to himself that it skipped a beat. He couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at his thoughts. Justin's eyes blinked open and stared down at him. Then it happened again and Brian wondered if maybe he was having a heart attack. But he realized he was feeling too damn good to be dying.

Justin brought his hand up to tangle in Brian's sweat drenched hair. “What's the matter, Brian?” He was concerned with Brian’s odd expression.

Brian shook his head and rolled off Justin. He sat beside Justin and ran his fingers up and down the beautiful body beside him. “It’s nothing, Justin,” Brian said and smiled. He leaned down and pecked a kiss on Justin's lips.

Justin smiled around the kiss and opened his mouth to initiate it to become deeper. He really enjoyed kissing Brian. It made him feel so safe. “Brian?” he whispered, pulling back from Brian’s soft lips.

Brian's heart was racing yet again, and though his erection hadn't fully dissipated from their orgasm, he was now, yet again, in full arousal. It was time to move things along. From the look in Justin's eyes, Justin was more than a little curious about the next step. He gave Justin a warm smile whispering, “Yeah, Justin?”

“It's time n...n…now...to…t...to make a baby Brian?” Justin was yet again nervous. Even after what he and Brian had just done, he knew that what they were about to do was so much different, especially with the reason of why they were doing it.

Justin's mind flashed to a time in his past. His Aunt Jessica was pregnant with his cousin Maria. She had grown a very large belly and Justin briefly remembered her getting sick to her stomach. Aunt Jessica also complained that she was tired a lot and didn't have time to play with Justin when she would visit. He remembered sitting in the waiting room at the hospital with his Dad and Uncle Bruce while his mother was in a hospital room with his Aunt.

The men talked about Aunt Jessica having the baby and made guesses about how much pain she was in and how long it would take for her to push the baby out. They didn’t realize how much of their conversation reached young Justin’s ears, thinking that Justin was too focused on his game boy. After, when Justin went into the room to visit his Aunt, he saw that she looked very sick and his father warned him to be careful when he hugged her because Jessica was in a lot of pain. A few days after meeting his cousin Maria, Justin was kidnapped.

Justin had tried to read and become smarter while he was in the apartment. But, he still wasn't sure how babies were born. He was very frightened about it all. Justin didn’t want to be in pain. Not to mention, he had no idea how exactly it was that they were going to make the baby with the sperm that came out of their penises.

Brian noticed the fear in Justin's eyes. He lifted Justin into his arms and hugged him tightly. “It's time Justin. But everything is going to be all right. We'll get through it all. I’ll help you and we’ll go through it slowly, together,” Brian vowed.

Justin looked up and nodded his head before whispering, “Okay.”

“Now do you want me to tell you how we do this?” Brian asked.

Justin gulped and nodded again at Brian. He didn't trust his voice. He was afraid that he might cry or stutter again. He felt like such a fool.

“Well, remember how I said that come has sperm in it?”

Again Justin nodded.

“Well that finds its way to one of your eggs in your womb and that’s how we’ll make a baby,” Brian explained. He too was beginning to feel nervous. He wasn't really sure how to explain all of this to Justin.

“What do you mean my eggs?” Justin asked quietly. He couldn’t believe that this whole time, he had eggs inside him. He didn’t feel them!

“Inside you, in your womb, you have eggs. Well that’s what they’re called, but they are basically just little cells that get released into your womb, which is where the baby will grow,” Brian explained. He moved Justin out of his embrace and placed his hand right above Justin’s pubic hair, under his belly button. “When I come or have an orgasm inside you, the sperm go searching for the egg and then it goes inside the egg to make a fetus and that grows into a baby that you’ll give birth to in about nine or ten months.” Brian could feel himself sweating. He knew about sex, but the reproductive organs weren’t something he was up to date on since he hadn’t had to worry about them for quite some time.

“How does your sperm get in there?” Justin asked, completely at a loss.

“My penis goes into your anus and I’ll move it around and thrust it in and out of your body, that's how two men make love,” Brian winced at his own words. “That's how we will have sex. When I climax inside of you, my sperm will go and find your egg and hopefully you will then be pregnant.” Brian stopped talking and watched Justin’s expression go from thoughtful to wide eyed with shock.

“You, you, you're going to put your penis in my, my...” Justin couldn't believe that this was how sex was done. In the bad video he hadn’t seen that, he just saw some naked men hitting and yelling curse words at another naked man before he begged for the movie to be stopped and promised not to try to escape.

He started to shake and backed away from Brian as he realized that the man was probably crying and scared because they were going to do to him what Brian wanted to do with him! “No, no, Brian. The man, the man on the tape, he, he didn't want that, he was crying and begging them not to hurt him. I don't want you to do that to me.” Justin was crying now and had backed himself into the corner of the bed. His erection had depleted significantly.

Brian slowly approached him, “Justin.” He used his fingers to brush the tears from Justin's face. “Remember what I told you Justin?”

“No, Brian. I don't want to do this,” Justin cried. “I don’t want to get hurt. They were going to hurt him. I know they were! He told them not to!”

“Justin,” Brian said, his voice loud and stern, making Justin jump and look at him. “I don't want to scare you Justin, but we don't have much time left. We have to do this, now. I know you don't want to,” Brian said sadly. “But what you saw on that tape wasn't two men making love Justin. Whoever did that was trying to hurt that man, and I do not want to hurt you.” Brian grabbed Justin into his arms. He placed his mouth close to Justin’s quivering lips and whispered, “I want to make you feel so good Justin. I want to make love to you.”

Brian did want to turn their sex into lovemaking. He wanted Justin to experience sex in a way that he himself hadn’t ever experienced but knew he could with Justin. He wanted to teach Justin everything he knew. And Brian wondered if maybe Justin was supposed to teach him about love too. After all, it had only been a couple hours since he met him, and Brian could already feel himself falling for Justin. His heart ached for Justin in ways that seemed forbidden and wrong. Yet also, in ways that were so right, ways that he couldn’t explain. He touched Justin’s cock and stroked it gently as he spoke. “This will be like a first time for me, too.”

“Okay Brian. I trust you. J...J...Just talk to me. Tell me what you're doing. I'm so scared.” Justin wiped his tears away and lay back upon the bed. He spread his legs and tried to regulate his breathing. His cock was now semi-hard, resting against the soft patch of blond pubes that still had the traces of his and Brian’s come matting some of them.

Brian's eyes swept all over the beautiful body before him, for him. He was going to have this boy, this young man, all to himself. Brian imagined for a minute what Justin would look like as his stomach started to grow once he became pregnant with his child. He definitely had the wider hips for it, as small as Justin’s frame was; he also had a very voluptuous ass. Brian was sure that Justin would look beautiful when that time came.

He reached forward and ran his fingers alongthe come streak above Justin’s belly, and brought his fingers to his lips, sucking the cream into his mouth.

Justin's body trembled and he gasped when he saw Brian put his come covered fingers in his mouth. “Brian?” Justin questioned. He'd only just learned that come wasn't something bad, but... he couldn’t believe that Brian was eating it. Justin thought it was very, very strange.

Brian smiled around the taste and could tell by the sweetness, it was Justin’s emission he savored. “Delicious,” Brian whispered and leaned down to lick away all the remnants of their come from Justin's body.

Justin watched wide eyed as Brian laved at his belly button. The long tongue then went on to lick at his face and neck, and then back down to swirl at his nipples. This made Justin nearly jump from the bed with pleasure.

“You like that?” Brian asked him but didn’t wait for Justin to answer. He claimed Justin’s mouth in a kiss, letting Justin taste them both.

Justin's cock was nearly fully hard. It seemed so dirty to taste such things, but it felt so good. He cried out loudly when Brian began to suck at the pubic hair surrounding his aching cock, getting every drop of come hidden in them. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and he wasn't sure if he could take anymore. “Brian, Brian,” he moaned, lost in a sea of passion.

Justin wasn't scared any longer. He now knew that Brian was right. He didn't want to hurt him. At that realization he let himself go and gave his body to the man praising it.

“I'm going to suck you,” Brian spoke. His mouth descended and took Justin's erection deeply into his throat. Brian had never tasted someone that was so addicting, he couldn't get enough. He wanted to taste Justin's seed again.

“Uh...uh...oh...god...Brian!” Justin's toes curled. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Brian ran his hands up the length of Justin's body. His fingers tweaked the hard pink nipples. He was so fucking excited at how turned on Justin was, when only a few minutes ago Justin had been crying.

Brian took his mouth off Justin's thick dick and leaned up with his face in front of Justin's. “You're so hot, Justin. I can't wait to be inside you.”

Justin moaned and gripped the back of Brian's head, forcing Brian down to kiss him. He tasted the taste of his cock and pre-come on Brian's tongue. It was so good. Now Justin understood why Brian wanted to suck him and was wondering what Brian would taste like.

Those thoughts were put to the test when Brian straddled him backwards, his legs on each side of his shoulders. Justin had the perfect view of Brian's long cock. Before he could put it in his watering mouth, as he yearned to do, Brian turned back to look at him and spoke.

“Get it nice and wet, Justin,” Brian said in a quick, desperate tone before hiking Justin’s legs up and attacking the wrinkled virgin hole with his toque.

Justin screamed with pleasure and when his mind could function he guided Brian's hard cock into his mouth. The taste was a little more bitter than his own, but he loved it!

“Yeah that's right, Jus, lick it good, baby,” Brian encouraged, turning back to him; his green eyes were wild with desire and want. His lips were swollen red from all the sucking and licking and a sparkle of spit surrounded his mouth making him look so fucking sexy.

Justin moaned and started to suck more of Brian down his throat. He had about half inside his body when he felt one of Brian's fingers wiggle around outside, and then slip into his hole. It was a bit painful at first, but as Brian started to move the digit around he couldn't help but moan, sending vibrations around Brian's cock.

“So tight,” Brian said. “So wet, Jus.” The words were mere swirls of pleasure in his semi- conscious state.

Brian joined his tongue and then another finger into Justin's pucker, moving them around the folds, trying to loosen and soften them for his entry. He tried to ignore the need to come, knowing that he would be doing that very soon in the hole he was currently sucking on.

When Justin's hole seemed sufficiently prepared, shiny and slick with Brian's spit and winking open just a tad from his digits, Brian pulled his dripping penis from Justin's mouth and turned his body around. He lay on top of Justin, their hard cocks dripping against each other.

Justin's fingers trailed invisible circles on Brian's back and Brian's fingers tangled themselves in Justin’s blond locks. Their gazes locked again. “Are you ready, Justin?”

Justin smiled and whispered, “Yes.” He shifted his body and wrapped his legs around Brian's waist. He moved his hand down to grasp Brian's erection and line it up with his hole. “Just go slow,” Justin breathed.

Brian nodded and kissed Justin's lips lightly. “It's going to hurt at first, but I promise it will go away, okay?”

Justin took a deep breath and gave Brian a sweet deep kiss. His tongue wrapped around Brian's before coming out and licking down Brian's neck. “I'm ready, just, just hold on to me, Brian,” he whispered.

Brian smiled back at Justin and spoke quietly, “I will.” He placed the head of his penis to graze Justin's entrance gently. “I've got you, just hang on to me and tell me to stop if it hurts too much.” He kissed Justin again and then twined their hands above Justin’s head. He moved his pelvis and pushed his cock head inside the tight heat of Justin’s ass.

“Ahh, God, Brian.” Justin's blue eyes stung with tears.

Brian's eyes began to water too. He hated that he had to cause this boy any amount of pain. “It’s okay,” he whispered and kissed Justin slowly, keeping still.

“Jeezz it hurts,” Justin whimpered.

Brian brushed a stray tear from Justin's cheek. “Do, do you want me to stop?”

Justin stared at Brian. Silently he thought about how they couldn’t stop he wanted them too. He didn’t want Brian taken from him. He shook those thoughts away and groaned, “Keep going, I'll be okay.”

Brian kissed Justin’s face and neck, peppering his lips along Justin’s skin as he slid his dick inside, achingly slow, into the tight hot channel. It took all his will power to not come as he was half-way enveloped in Justin’s body. “Push down like your trying to push me out. It will help,” Brian encouraged. He squeezed Justin's hand to know he was there for him.

“Okay,” Justin spoke through a broken sob and then pushed hard, feeling Brian sink into him completely and graze his prostate at the same time. “Holy shit!” he yelped as shivers of pleasure coursed through him.

“You all right, Baby?” Brian asked.

“Yes, you… I can feel it. God! I can feel your heartbeat inside me.” Justin moaned in pleasure and pain. His hips instinctively lifted off the bed and he ground his ass into Brian.

Brian was now completely inside. Nothing could compare to the feeling of taking Justin's virginity raw. The walls around his cock were massaging his dick so torturously good. Brian wondered if Justin was feeling as good as he was.

“This is amazing, Brian,” Justin said alleviating any fears Brian had.

“You're amazing,” Brian told him and pulled out slowly only to thrust back in seconds later.

This started their dance. Justin was a natural. His rhythm was so in tune with Brian's thrusts it was almost unbelievable that he was a virgin, yet the tightness of his ass definitely assured Brian of that.

Brian knew he could never have better, experience something more thrilling than what he felt with Justin. “So hot, baby,” he told Justin in a gasp as he felt his balls tingling and tightening.

“Brian god, this feels so good.” Justin moaned.

Brian released one of Justin's hands as he slowed down the pace. “Play with yourself for me, Justin. I'm so close.”

Justin smiled and grabbed a hold of his dripping dick. “Mmm, yeah.” Justin had never imagined for it to be like this. He had barely imagined anything at all. But he knew that the pleasure and love he felt was because it was Brian. He felt a connection to Brian as if he had known him his entire life, and not only one day. It was like Brian had always been with him when he was alone, and he was erasing all the times he had been.

Brian found Justin's swollen prostate time and time again with his dick. “This feels so good,” he moaned and kissed Justin’s open mouth. “I'm almost there, Baby,” he spoke in a raspy breath.

“Mmm...Me to, Brian,” Justin moaned pumping his dick wildly. “At least, I think I am,” he said, smiling at Brian.

Brian managed a small laugh and then picked up the pace, slamming his balls against Justin's ass. Three more thrusts, all attacking Justin's prostate and he had Justin coming. Thick globs of come shot out from Justin’s slit and decorated Justin's torso and neck.

“Ahh, oh god Brian, Brian, Brian!” Justin moaned incoherently, his ass squeezed around Brian's cock.

“Uh, oh fuck, Justin!” Brian squeezed Justin's hand in his as Justin's muscles squeezed and pulled his orgasm from him. He came deep inside of Justin, shooting a load that was definitely worthy of making a baby. The last few pumps of his hips, his cock against Justin's gland, milked Justin of his come as well. When the orgasm started to fade, Brian fell on top of Justin, still kissing him.

“Brian?” Justin asked, breaking away from the other man’s mouth. “Was I okay?”

Brian looked into Justin's eyes. He never wanted to look away. “You were, the best, perfect,” he confirmed. He was in love with someone he knew that without a doubt. He was in love with a teenager and knew it was wrong. But he and Justin were in a world of their own. He had just possibly made a child with the young man. A man he'd only met hours before, and his heart was leaping madly, because HE WAS IN LOVE.

“That was wonderful, Brian. I think,” Justin's eyes searched Brian's glassy hazels. “I think I feel like Belle thought when she looked at the Beast.”

Brian crinkled his brow and asked, “Who?”

“From Beauty and the Beast,” Justin explained. “The movie.”

Brian thought for a moment and recalled the plot. He’d never watched it, but he knew the plot, it was an old fairy tale. “Okay,” he said. “How did she feel?”

“She was trapped with the Beast; she didn’t want to be there with him. But she had to be and even though she didn’t know him, and he looked like a monster…”

Brian stopped him and asked, “You think I look like a monster?”

“No,” Justin said softly, touching his lips to Brian’s. “You’re beautiful, Brian. But you scared me, what we had to do, scared me.”

“Me too,” Brian admitted.

“Belle and the Beast had to be in love before the last petal on the rose fell. And we had to make love, before the end of the night,” Justin explained.

Brian nodded and tried to not laugh at Justin’s assessment. “And?”

“I think I'm in love with you, Brian,” Justin said. “You’re my prince.”

Brian's heart beat faster than before. He felt so complete. His cock still hard and deep inside of Justin, surrounded by his come. He smiled at Justin. “I think you’re my prince too,” he replied. He squeezed Justin even closer to him and took the chance on the love he was sure he felt. “I know I'm falling in love with you.”

Justin smiled against Brian’s lips and then opened his mouth for another deep kiss.

 

***
 

“You see, I told you, the slut wouldn't be able to resist the twink,” the man said, grumbling.

“Things couldn't be more perfect. And I think it was me that told you, Hank. After all, you still lost the bet.”

Hank laughed, sounding as sinister as he was. The other man joined him in laughter and then they watched the shadows playing on the curtains moving, once again.

XXXXX

Moments in Captivity

Chapter Five

 

Thursday, November 2, 1995

The cat has too much spirit to have no heart.

Justin grabbed his brand new notebook and ran his fingers across the blue cover. He read the words, ‘college ruled’, and wondered what that meant. Flipping it open, he discovered that the distance between the two lines on the notebook paper were closer together than the kind he usually used.

Duchess, whose fur was now grey due to a little accident a few days before, jumped onto the desk, causing the ballpoint pens placed beside Justin’s notebook to scatter and fall onto the floor.

“Oh rats! Get off, Duchess!” Justin yelled, swatting the cat’s backside.

Duchess jumped up onto the small shelf above the desk and glared down at Justin, her fluffy tail swinging back and forth, taunting Justin to play with her.

“I played with you all day,” Justin, told the kitten. “I’m going to write to Mommy and Daddy, now.”

The cat settled onto her belly and yawned, still staring at her boy. She then produced a sound that was unmistakably a bored sigh, turned her head into her body, and closed her eyes.

“You’d better rest while you can,” Justin spoke to the cat, which seemed to be ignoring him. “Because when I’m done here, you’re going to have another bath.”

Duchess opened one eye and glared at Justin.

Justin laughed at the pitiful cat. “Oh stop it. You liked it,” he insisted. “You got all those treats afterward. Remember?”

The cat yawned again, stretched and then bounded down onto the desk, shoving the rest of the pens onto the carpet below. She looked directly into Justin’s eyes, threw her tail up in the air and sprinted off the desk, down onto the floor and under the bed.

Justin bit his lip to stop his laugher. He didn’t want Duchess to know her actions amused him, or she might continue playing them out. “You know I can reach you under that bed,” he called to the cat. “I’ll get the broom and swat you out from under there when I’m done.” He watched for a moment to see if the feline would emerge, when Duchess didn’t, he bent down and picked up the pens.

“Okay, maybe now I can get down to business,” he spoke aloud, arranging the pens in the desk drawer and keeping a black one out to use.

He turned to the second page of the notebook, glanced up at his calendar, wrote the date on the page and began to write that day’s entries.

Mommy, you would not believe what happened to Duchess on Halloween! She is not a white kitty anymore. Nope. She is gray!

I know I told you before what I was going to be for Halloween this year. Well, I thought a warlock would be so much fun. But the face painting book I got told me I needed more black than what I really did need.

I really wanted a black cat for Halloween. She was too white and not scary at all. I thought that because I could put the paint on my face and it would wash off, that it would wash off of Duchess too. So I painted her fur with the black and slicked her fur back. She looked so cool!

But, she didn’t like it and she kept licking the paint and then it got on my purple cape. So I had to give her bath. She hates baths so it was hard to keep her in the tub when I tried to wash it off her. But, it wouldn’t come off.

I gave her two baths yesterday and she is still grey! I really like my white kitty so I hope it comes off. I tried to read what else I could use to make her fur white again, but nothing works! I wish you were here to tell me what to use. I know you are good at getting stains out of things. I bet you could tell me what to do with Duchess.

She’s hiding under the bed now, but I’m going to get her out and give her another bath. She purrs when I put the baby shampoo on her. I don’t think she likes the kitty shampoo so much. I took video of us on Halloween so you can see it one day. Maybe. If you ever find me.

Love, Justin

Justin closed the notebook and grabbed a black permanent marker out of his drawer. He wrote on the cover in large scrawl, November 1995, put it on his bookshelf on top of the other ones and slowly crouched down on the floor.

Looking under the bed, he could see Duchess’ eyes shining at him. “Come out; come out, wherever you are.”

Duchess bolted out from under the bed and ran for the open door.

Justin sprinted after the kitten, giggling, “I’m going to get you!”

 

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