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Preston belongs to @assassin67, François belongs to @sushi4427, Ryan belongs to @tsukareta819, Boo belongs to @bonniethecatbunny and Elliott belongs to @cosmicchrysalis. Will belongs to @Abita4tEco who also helped me for realistic medical details. Proofreading by @maxstraw. Thanks to them. Go check their work and give love. Heavy breathing, muffled sobs, shifting, duct tape creaking, grunts of discomfort or pain, … Those were the only sounds Matthew could hear. He felt every movement, breathing and heartbeat of Preston. They were so close. They had never been that physically close before. It sort of happened before when they cuddled or slept together back when Matthew didn't entirely dare to reject Preston's romantic feelings for him. But never had they kissed like earlier and never had their entire bodies stick together that way. Matthew knew it wasn't their fault, but he couldn't stop the guilt from invading his thoughts. He couldn't imagine how his friend felt. On another hand, if they were doomed, he thought it could be Preston's last chance to be so close to him. Even if it meant making him extremely uncomfortable. He could get over this. For his friend. "Mmmmon" He mumbled quietly, sighing at how garbled he sounded. He could never give words of comfort to Preston. Or hear any of those his friend was actually trying to say. He held back his tears until Preston pressed his nose against his as a way to cuddle him. This made him break down. Soon… too soon… he felt and heard Preston breaking down too. How could they pretend to be strong in this situation ? No one could. They let the tears out for some time. There was nothing else to do. Apart from imagining the worst way of being killed. Which definitely didn't help. When the cries lessened, Matthew did the only thing he could think of, beside being depressed. He started to hum. Preston had heard him sing once and Matthew was really embarrassed. The other boy had said he sounded nice and had also said he'd like to hear him again but Matthew refused. He regretted it a little. But he'd never have guessed they'd be kidnapped and, most likely, murdered. So he hummed. It didn't sound as great as when he was really singing but it was still nice. He felt better doing so, trying to not choose sad songs. Preston seemed to relax a bit. Less grunting was heard in the room as everybody listened. Matthew blushed, not as it mattered as they were all blindfolded. Eventually he got tired. And had no more song ideas. He felt himself drifting off to sleep. He thought he heard a "Mhmnk mmm" from Preston before falling unconscious. It felt like he slept only five minutes when he heard rummaging against the door. His heart beat faster, his breathing getting irregular, as well as Preston's breathing. He could hear the other boys shifting nervously. The man was back and they started to panic. In their panic they didn't realize at first that it took time for the door to be unlocked. "Mmm?" "Mmm mmm" Matthew and Preston squirmed a little in fear and confusion. The wait was excruciating. Why did it take so long ? Matthew teared up from the fear. The pain in his body increased that fear. Finally the door opened and he braced himself. Loud gasps were heard. "Preston ! Matthew !" Matthew couldn't believe his ears. It was Elliott's voice. Preston's brother. "Mllmmtt !" Preston exclaimed in surprise. Hands were on them quickly. "Don't worry…. I… I'll cut you loose…" Elliott's voice was shaking. "We… we're gonna free the others…" Alex's voice said. Matthew's heart skipped a beat. He was hopeful and frightened. Footsteps were heard. "Don't move." Elliott asked. Matthew felt the tape being cut. Then it was gently peeled off. First from his eyes. He grunted as, despite all the boy's effort to make it painless, it still hurt his eyelids. But finally he could blink and adjust his sight. Elliott's white and worried face looked at him. He took off their gags. Matthew gasped. It felt great to be able to breathe properly. "How did you find us?" He asked in a raspy voice. "The man! He's gonna come soon. You shouldn't be here!" Preston said, his voice weak as well. "Don't worry. We called the police and hopefully he should be arrested at his gallery." Elliott said cutting them free from each other. "The police should be here any minute. Are you okay ?" Alex said then asked François who he just freed. The french boy nodded weakly in confusion. "We need to call an ambulance !" Will, Alex's fiance, exclaimed. He just discovered Ryan's injured hand and the boy was really weak, barely able to open his eyes. Alex got closer. "Go call them honey." He told Will who nodded and took his phone. There weren't any signals down there so he went out. Matthew and Preston were now separated from each other. Matthew hissed in pain as blood ran back in his numb limbs. Elliott worked quickly on taking the tape off. Alex made Ryan sit up and, holding him in this position, asked him to squeeze his hand with his good one. A look at his injury made him understand that it started to get infected and the boy was close to passing out because of the gag that had cut his breathing. "Don't worry, you're safe now." He told him, pressing on the wound with his hand. He didn't have anything on him apart from a knife and pepper spray. Just in case. Matthew and Preston were finally free. The latter hugged his little brother tightly. "Thank you… For coming for us…" He whispered to him. "Of course !" Elliott exclaimed, holding back his tears. He opened an arm looking at Matthew. The boy looked at them, the two people he considered like his brothers, and threw himself in the embrace. He sobbed in relief. "I… I'm gonna cut the others free…" Elliott whispered then let go of them to join François who had started to peel the tape off Boo. But without a knife it was a long work. Matthew and Preston separated and just looked at each other, in obvious embarrassment. Their cheeks were red and covered in tears. "Why does it keep happening to us?" Preston whispered. "I don't know…" Matthew answered. "... I… " He blushed deeper. "Can we… talk later ?" Preston asked. "Yes… let's all get out of here." Matthew agreed, standing up on shaky legs and looking around. Boo and François were hugging while Elliott was freeing the other Elliott. Alex was trying to keep Ryan awake. And Will just came back. "They'll be here soon." He said before hugging Matthew who was the closest. "I'm glad you're okay. Are you two hurt ?" He asked before hugging Preston. "No we're not. Just some scratches." Preston answered. Will nodded. He joined Ryan and Alex. "We'll have to carry him outside." Alex said. "Let me help with that." Boo said. He bent and picked up Ryan bridal-style. The blond boy exclaimed in surprise at being picked up so easily. "Are you sure?" Alex asked Boo. "Your legs are shaking." He added. Boo had weakened after so much time spent captive. "Yes." He answered. "He tried to take care of us. Now it's his time to be taken care of." Ryan shook his head. "It's only my hand that is injured. I can walk!" He argued, struggling weakly. "No. You let me carry you." Boo scolded. "Let me help too." François came and helped Boo carrying him. Ryan sighed and let them do it. Elliott, who had been with them for a few days, stayed beside them as they went out. The other Elliott took his brother by the shoulders and led him out. Alex put his hand on Matthew's shoulder as well. They all followed Will in silence, outside of the house and to Alex's car that was parked further. The young man opened the back door for Boo and François to sit Ryan down. Then he opened his trunk. "We didn't expect for you to be so many" Alex said, rummaging through his trunk. "I only have two blankets we always carry around and just little food and water." He said, sorry, and took a first kit aid before going in front of Ryan. "I'm gonna clean it…" He started to explain. "Ryan needs the blanket and water more than any of us." Elliott whispered. All the boys kept captives agreed and Elliott (Preston's brother*) grabbed one blanket to wrap it around the injured boy. Matthew took the water and handed it to him. Ryan only drank a little before handing it back. "You all need to drink too." He whispered. The boys took turns to drink a little until the bottle was empty. Will took what he needed to clean the wounds of the boys who had been hurt. "Would you tell us how you found us?" Preston asked, glad it was warm outside as it was the end of the summer. "Well, we came to the gallery, expecting to see you two there as you didn't answer us when we asked if you were still there." Elliott started. "The man told us he had seen you looking for us." Matthew nodded. "And he implied he could have taken you too if he weren't… busy with us…" He added holding back a sob at the memory of the fright he had felt at that moment. "What's the matter with him?" Elliott asked, shaking his head. "Later. Keep going." Preston asked. "The guy told us you had already left so we looked for you in the streets around and in the cafe and bars. The park. Anywhere you could have gone to wait for us to hang out." Alex explained as he was cleaning Ryan's hand. "But no luck of course. And you weren't answering your phones. Worried we used the tracking app to see where we could find you." Elliott looked at his brother. "It said you were still around the gallery. Before it disappeared. We understood your phone had been switched off." "We came back to the gallery but it was closed. We tried to go behind without any success. The gate on the courtyard was locked too." Alex explained. "But we saw the man coming to unlock it before going in his car. We hid from his sight and decided to follow him." "We had no other ideas." Elliott said. "So, Al followed him here. The guy parked in a garage so we couldn't be sure you were in here." "We went out of the car to look through the windows. We couldn't see him so Elliott insisted on trespassing and to go into the garden." "I didn't have to insist a lot Tortilla !" Elliott rolled his eyes. "Mmhmm…" Alex mumbled, bandaging Ryan's hand gently. "Anyway… we finally saw light in his workshop and… we saw him carrying you on his shoulder… You looked unconscious and…" Elliott said with emotion to Preston. "I had to stop him from walking head first in the lion's den. We didn't know how he got you two and I was afraid he'd use one of you as leverage or shield." Alex said. "And last time we tried to play heroes we got caught and almost got badly injured." Elliott looked dejected. "I wanted to go save you earlier but he got a point so… we waited…" "We could observe him from outside without being seen if we stayed in the dark. He painted most of the time. When he was going downstairs we knew he must have visited you. Then… when he went to bed… or at least that's what we thought…" Alex said. "... We tried to force the door open. He heard us. He yelled "Who's there?" And… we got scared and fled to the car…" Elliott finished looking ashamed. "You did well. This guy is crazy. He could have hurt you or… worse…" Preston said. The other boys nodded. "We came back to town. And I called Will to tell him what happened and ask him to bring us some food and water." Alex explained. "Then we decided to go back to the man's house and to watch it from afar and try to get inside when he'd left. Because according to his gallery's timetable he'd have to go there during the day. So leaving you alone." "And what if he had killed us in the meantime ?" Boo asked. A silence followed. "I would never have forgiven myself." Elliott whispered. Will nodded with teary eyes. "He really planned to kill you ?" Alex asked timidly. The boys nodded and explained to their three savers what Edward's project was. They looked shocked and horrified. Just then police cars came into sight. Matthew let out a big sigh of relief he hadn't known he was holding. "You spent the night out there ?" Preston asked his brother. The latter nodded. "I wish I could have come to save you earlier." "And I'm glad you didn't. He could have caught you and hurt you. " Preston replied, hugging him. "I'm glad you didn't do anything reckless." "Thanks Al and Will for that. They managed to convince me I wouldn't be of any help if I'd get caught or hurt." Elliott whispered. They were then cut by the police detectives asking them questions and by the medics checking on them. Matthew watched around him in a daze, answering briefly, looking at the relieved faces that were wearing the marks of a few days or weeks of captivity. He thought that Preston and him had been lucky once again. His best friend was just looking at him. He looked into his eyes and saw the same relief as he felt. They sadly smiled at each other, knowing they couldn't ignore what had happened. And that they'd have yet a little more time to get over it. But all that really mattered was that they were alive and safe. For now. *Author note : I know, using two Elliott is confusing. It seems everybody is in love with that name. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Preston belongs to @assassin67, François belongs to @sushi4427, Ryan belongs to @tsukareta819, Boo belongs to @bonniethecatbunny and Elliott belongs to @cosmicchrysalis. Proofreading by @maxstraw. Thanks to them. Go check their work and give love. After a moment, Edward came back sighing in relief and came closer to Preston and Matthew who hadn't been able to move. The latter noticed the man had changed his outfit. He looked confused as the man took off their cuffs. "Alright let's get to work now." He said pulling Preston up. He grabbed some ropes and started to work under the helpless eyes of the boys. He looked in a better mood and only hummed sometimes as he was wrapping the ropes and tying the knots. Edward started by tying Preston's legs in a fancy frog-tie. He managed to do a kind of heart pattern on the side of the legs. Then he hauled Matthew so he was sitting on Preston's lap with his legs around the other boy's middle. As they were numb from the drug, Edward made them lean on each other as if they were hugging. The boys blushed in embarrassment but couldn't do anything or complain. The man tied Matthew's ankles together, with simple rope cuffs. Then he tied his thighs to Preston's middle. Both boys were starting to get feelings back in their bodies and Preston was the first one twitching his fingers. Edward made Matthew sit straighter and put his hands on top of Preston's shoulders. He tied Matthew's forearms to Preston's biceps with the same heart pattern he used on the latter's legs. Then he secured Preston's forearms to Matthew's elbows and torso. He added more ropes around their torsos and between their stomachs to keep them like that. They now tried the ropes weakly. "Please boys, don't try to ruin my work. I'm not done yet." Edward said. Matthew breathed heavily. They were both blushing deeply. Chest harnesses were tied around them and on their shoulders. The man then started a long work of tying knots to their harnesses, above their heads and to the beams above them. Edward had to climb on a chair in order to do it. By the time he was done the drug had faded away entirely and the boys found themselves looking up at all the tangled ropes. They couldn't deny it was a whole new level of bondage they were in right now. From their point of view though, it just looked like a web of brown ropes tied above them and only on one side. Edward took a few steps back to look at it. Came back to adjust some ropes. And did it again a few times until he was satisfied. "Yes. Perfect." He mumbled. He went to a drawer in the room and took off a ballgag. "Please. We won't talk." Matthew whispered as he was facing the man and saw what he had in his hands. "This is part of the model." Edward said, smiling. He crouched down behind Preston and forced the ball in his mouth, tying it behind his head. Then he went behind Matthew who looked at the ball gag in his friend's mouth with confusion. There were two straps dangling from it. He didn't have time to wonder why. "Open your mouth." Edward ordered pushing his head towards Preston. "Wh…mmt?" Matthew exclaimed, finding himself having the other half of the ball in his mouth. The two dangling straps were wrapped around his head and tied there. "Mmmm !" They both exclaimed in surprise and embarrassment. They were almost kissing thanks to that gag. "Now just stay like that and be good boys." Edward said, standing up and going behind his easel, adjusting it to have a good angle and sat down. Matthew's teary brown eyes looked at Preston's worried green ones. It was basically the only thing they could do while they could hear the man drawing, then painting. Apart maybe for Matthew to gently squeeze Preston's shoulders and for Preston to caress Matthew's back. They didn't do it a lot though, not wanting to be seen by the man. It was long, very long for the boys. Unlike the day before where Edward just sketches their initial expressions, here he was painting all the details of the boys and the rope work. It felt like an eternity. They were both sore and numb. The man was drinking water from time to time and just that was torture for the boys who were drooling and were really thirsty. But apart from some quiet whining and small shifting they didn't do anything. Except for waiting. And waiting. And waiting. Edward stood up after an eternity. He got closer to the boys and unbuckled their gag. They sighed in relief and hissed as their jaw hurt when they moved. "Want to see?" Edward asked. Both of them didn't want to. But the man turned the painting towards them with enthusiasm. Matthew gasped while Preston couldn't look at it for more than a few seconds. The ropes above their head were a web forming a big heart shape. It hurt them to see that, as Preston was just getting over his feelings toward Matthew who had to slightly push his friend away for both their sanity. Matthew quickly looked down, sighing sadly. "You don't like it?" Edward asked in a serious and scolding tone. "It's… really well done sir." Matthew whispered. He wasn't really lying. "What's troubling you then?" Edward insisted. He didn't look pleased. Matthew and Preston exchanged a glance. "The… the…" The latter hesitated. "The bondage. It's a little bit embarrassing." Matthew said. "To be seen tied up." He lied. "We're not used to it." Preston looked at him gratefully. He didn't want to admit out loud about all the romantic symbols. Damn ! The man had painted the ropes pink. "Oh I see. Well you'll have to get used to it eventually." Edward said, putting the canva back on the easel. Matthew gulped. "You two will represent love turning into lust." Edward explained. Both boys looked at him in shock. "So for the next paintings, the poses will be more sensual." He kept saying, ignoring them and sitting beside them with his sketchbook. "I got some time so you two kiss please. For preliminary sketches." Matthew and Preston looked at each other in shock. "No." Matthew whispered while Preston shook his head. "What? Shy of kissing in front of me?" "We're not lovers." Preston admitted sharply. "Oh!" Edward blinked. He thought for a second and shrugged. "Doesn't matter. You can pretend." This time it was Matthew shaking his head. "Or…" Edward grabbed his cutter and pushed the blade out. "... I could go Van Gogh on you…" He said kneeling beside Preston and putting the blade on top of his ear. "No! We'll kiss! Don't!" Matthew exclaimed as Preston closed his eyes, bracing himself. "Saying and doing are two different things." Edward said, starting to cut Preston's ear. The boy gasped, holding back a cry. Matthew watched horrified for one second and threw his head towards Preston, putting his mouth on the other boy's mouth. Preston opened his eyes in surprise and Edward took the blade off. "That's better. Stay like that." He said sitting back and sketching their faces. Both boys stayed still, staring at each other with wide teary eyes. They didn't move their mouths. Just waited again for the man to finish. "Now with the tongue and eyes closed." He said after a moment. Both boys whined. "Hurry up!" Reluctantly they opened their lips and slid their tongue in the other's mouth. Matthew started to cry, knowing perfectly how hard it was for Preston. He didn't care about a kiss. But the other boy. He was in love with him. And indeed, Preston was trying to not enjoy the kiss but he couldn't help it. He liked it. He was finally getting closer to the boy of his dreams. But it wasn't right! They were forced to do it. He felt like… invading his friend's mouth against his will. And a part of him liked it. He started to cry too, but from the guilt. He found himself disgusting. Especially when his lower body started to react. Uncaring for the boy's internal turmoil, Edward sketched them with passion. "Yes… yes… that will be perfect…" He mumbled. "There. You can stop." He said looking at his drawings. Matthew and Preston pulled apart but the latter couldn't help doing a last kiss when they separated. This made them blush even deeper. "I'm so sorry…" Preston whispered, mortified. Matthew shook his head. "Don't… " He whispered. He wanted to talk more about it but the presence of the man prevented him from doing so. "Sir… Can we have… some water please?" He asked softly instead. "Mmmh ?... Oh yes. Yes you've been good models." Edward snapped out of his thoughts and stood up. He went out of the room. "I'm sorry Matthew !" "No, don't. Let me talk. This isn't your fault. He forced us and… I know or guess how you feel and I don't blame you okay ?" "I blame myself." "For? Liking it ? Come on!... I didn't hate it. I hated when he started to cut your ear. Does it hurt ?" "Less than the guilt I feel for loving to kiss you!" Matthew looked unamused at him. "Enjoy it while you can!" He exclaimed quietly. "Because that's your last chance… because…we'll die soon…" He started to cry. Preston gasped and looked away. Tears came quickly in his eyes. He held back a sob. Edward's footsteps got closer and, on a whim, Preston leaned in and kissed Matthew's cheek. "Oh ow! Not here…" Matthew whispered, hissing and nervously laughing. Preston had kissed his cut and it sting a little. "Oh sorry." The man came with two glasses of water. "Give him first." Preston said. Matthew rolled his eyes discreetly. "Why bother?" Edward said putting the glasses in front of both boys and tilting them so they could drink at the same time. "I don't want to separate you two. You're one." He said. He put down the glasses. "Do you know about this legend ? According to Greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, Zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves." Preston nodded. He knew about it. "I want to give that vibe in my painting with you two. That the ropes are stitching you back together. Because you finally found your soulmates." Matthew cried silently while Preston breathed heavily. Edward was silent for a moment then took his cutter and started to cut them loose. "Remember that I still have a syringe on me and that I'm not scared to use this on you." He said, showing the blade. Both boys nodded. They felt too numb to do anything. After a few minutes they were freed of the ropes and they hissed in pain as they moved their stiff bodies. Edward stood up and kept his opened cutter in his hand. He looked at his watch. "Hurry and get up. I need to go to the gallery soon." He ordered. They get up shakily, Preston grabbing Matthew's arm before the clumsy boy falls on his wobbly legs. "Not lovers uh ?" Edward said, raising a brow. The boys ignored him. The man shrugged and grabbed some tape. "Which one of you wants to tie the other ?" He asked with an evil grin. Preston and Matthew looked at each other then the former turned his back and pulled his arms behind him. Reluctantly Matthew grabbed the tape without a word and started to wrap it around his friend's wrists. He had trouble at first, seeing how shaky and naturally clumsy he was, but the pressure brought by the man's presence was enough to make him focus on the task. He hated himself for having to do that. Most certainly like François had hated doing it to the other boys. "Wrap his upper body too." Edward ordered. Matthew obeyed until the man was satisfied. Soon Matthew let his captor tape his hands and torso the same way. Edward didn't have to threaten them with his cutter now. "Last kiss before being gagged ?" He asked mischievously. Both boys shook their heads. Edward shrugged and stuffed a rag in Matthew's mouth before wrapping it in tape. In a minute Preston was as thoroughly gagged. "Let's go downstairs." Edward said, pushing them towards the door. When they went in, Preston and Matthew could see the man had been mad earlier. The four boys were each at a corner of the room, hogtied, gagged and blindfolded with tape. Only some muffled moanings and small shifting showed that they were awake. Apart from Boo and Ryan who didn't react. Edward led his two captives in the middle of the room and made them sit. He taped their ankles together then their shins to their thighs so they could match their fellow captives positions. Tape was wrapped on their eyes. Then, true to his words, he taped them together. Facing each other with tape at the torso and the thighs. The position was far from comfortable. For a final embarrassment, he wrapped their heads together, making them kiss through the gag. They complained a little but a "Quit whining like babies !" made them stop. Finally they heard the man move away. "Have a good afternoon. I'll be back for your punishment tonight." Edward said. He blew a kiss and locked the door, leaving the boys in the dark, in misery and fear of what might come for them later.

Preston belongs to @assassin67, François belongs to @sushi4427, Ryan belongs to @tsukareta819, Boo belongs to @bonniethecatbunny and Elliott belongs to @cosmicchrysalis. Thanks to @maxstraw for proofreading. Go check them out they're awesome. Tw for blood and violence. Ryan and Preston at each side of the door, Matthew ready to grab the pouch, François and Elliott standing a little bit further. They were all ready to pounce on the man when he'd get in. Which didn't take so long. They heard the key unlocking the door and braced themselves. Boo realised first what was going on and threw himself out of Edward's grip. Unfortunately, his cuffed feet made him fall on the floor. Fortunately, it distracted Edward long enough for Ryan and Preston to grab his arms, Ryan his left, Preston his right. "What the hell do you think you're doing ?" The man shouted, trying to jerk his arms away. Matthew hopped quickly to them and grabbed the pouch. Preston helped him take it off but this action gave some slack to Edward. The man's forehead hit Preston in the nose. "Ow !" The boy exclaimed, stepping back and, like Boo, fell because of the cuffs. "Pippin !" Matthew exclaimed. Edward punched him in the cheek and he doubled over, crying out in pain. François, Boo and Elliott came to their help but the man was too quick. He grabbed his cutter from his bag, pushed the blade out and stabbed Ryan's left hand with it. The blonde boy howled in pain and let go of the man who promptly used his two arms to push François, Boo and Matthew away. They fell on each other, cutting Matthew's breath and knocking François and Boo's heads and elbows. "Stop!" Edward yelled. He was now holding Elliott against him, the cutter's blade on the boy's cheek. "You all disappoint me." He hissed venomously between his teeth. All of the boys were on the floor. Preston was holding his bleeding nose, Matthew was gasping for air, his cheek cut and bleeding. Boo and François had crawled to Ryan who was holding his bleeding hand and clenching his teeth, panting, to hold back his tears of pain. "Which one of you poisoned the others minds with this stupid idea ??" Edward screamed, his eyes bulging out. Matthew, Boo and François jumped. "I did!" Preston said. "No!" Ryan gasped. "I did!" "We all agreed to do it…" Elliott said quietly. The blade on his cheek started to dig in the skin and he gasped, closing his eyes and whining slightly. "Let go of him!" "Don't hurt him !" "Elliott !" "No!" "Please stop!" They all exclaimed at the same time. "Are you that stupid boys ? You won't get away from here ! NEVER!!" Edward shouted. François broke down in tears and Boo hugged both Ryan and him. Matthew let out a shaky sob and Preston shifted to hold him in his arms. "You said…" Ryan started but he was having difficulties talking with his injured hand and blood loss. "And how would I finish the painting if I don't have real references ?" Edward asked. "You can't be serious !" Preston exclaimed. "I needed you for more references and inspiration but I shouldn't have kept so many of you at once!" The man said. "This is my fault…" He mumbled. "Please… we just want to go home…" François whispered. "You'll never go home !" Edward yelled. "You're mine now!" "You're crazy…" Ryan whispered. He was really white now. "Please he needs to be healed…" Boo begged. "Octavian ! I suggest you shut up. You were the first one I got after all. I don't need you anymore…" Edward said. Boo gasped loudly and Ryan moved slightly in front of him. Everybody fell quiet. Matthew cried silently in Preston's arms who fortunately wasn't bleeding anymore. Ryan was breathing heavily trying to stop his own bleeding. He was tearing up at hearing Boo, François, Matthew and now Elliott crying. "You won't get away with that…" Preston said, trying to look tough but his voice broke. "No. You all won't get away with what you did." Edward said. Elliott cried out of fear and squirmed but it only made the blade cut his cheek more. "Please don't…" He begged. "We're sorry." "Too late for that." The man growled. "I'll punish you tonight. I have a tight schedule and I'll stick with it. I won't change my plan for you. François !" He added making the french boy whimper and recoil. "Take that tape and tie everybody's hands behind their back. Except for those two." He ordered taking a roll of tape from his pouch, holding it to François and pointing at Preston and Matthew. François hesitated. Ryan nodded at him and he stood up, hopping slowly to the man and took the tape shakily. Edward then made Elliott turn around and ordered him to put his arms behind him, still threatening him with the cutter. François taped the boy's hands. "I'm sorry…" He whispered to Elliott who whispered back: "That's alright." When he was done, Edward just needed to look at him to force him to go tape Boo's hands then Ryan's. He was being really careful to not hurt him. Ryan couldn't help some hissing, pain grunts and silent tears. "Please sir. His hand needs to be…" François started. "I don't care !" Edward barked. "Now come here." He added to François. The other boys looked at him and obeyed. Boo came closer to Ryan and tried to put his hand on the bleeding to stop it. Edward pushed Elliott on the floor who landed roughly on his shoulder, then snatched the tape from François's hands before tying him too. He was thrown to the floor as well. The man got closer to Preston and Matthew. The former put himself in front of the latter but only for a second before he was grabbed by the ankles and pulled away from Matthew. The boy gasped. "Leave him alone !" He exclaimed. Preston struggled but from his lying position he didn't have enough strength. "Shut up !" Edward shouted. He held Preston's legs with one arm and unlocked his cuffs. "I hope you all understood how useless it is to try to fight me and that you won't do it again!" He added, pulling on Preston's arms to cuff his hands in front of him. He slapped him before going to Matthew and unlocking the cuffs on his feet to lock his hands too. Preston thought about getting up and trying to pull the man away from Matthew but knowing it'd be pointless and would result in more pain for all of them, he decided against it. Edward pulled them both on their feet by the hair and dragged them out of the room. "I'll be back for all of you soon." He said threateningly to the other boys before locking the door. Matthew had moved closer to Preston while waiting for the man. Edward grabbed them by the upper arms and pulled them in the small corridor. The walls and floor were also in wood. There was a door on the right where he led them. "Open the door." He ordered Preston. The boy obeyed as best he could. There was a small windowless bathroom. Edward went inside with them and pushed them. He grabbed two towels and two boxers from a shelf and threw them in Matthew's arms who let one of each fall on the floor. "Exceptionally you have fifteen minutes to shower while I go with the other boys. If I go back and I see you haven't shower…" Edward threatened showing his pouch then went out slamming the door and locking it. Matthew and Preston looked at each other. "Wh… what are we gonna do?" Matthew asked quietly, his lower lips shaking. "You… you're gonna shower and I'll… look at the door…" Preston said and turned his back to Matthew. His shoulders shook. "No I mean… He… He's gonna kill us… all…" Matthew whispered, breaking down in tears. Preston turned back and pulled him in a hug with his tied arms pulled above Matthew's head. "We'll find a way to get out…" He lied trying to convince himself. "How ?" Matthew sobbed. Preston stayed quiet for a second. "I don't know…" He whispered. "We can't even take him down at six against one !" He exclaimed half angry and sobbing too. They cried together for a small moment before Preston pulled away. "Quickly. Go shower before he comes back." He said and pushed Matthew to the shower. The other boy nodded and turned on the shower. When he was sure Preston wasn't looking at him he took off his underwear and stepped under the water. The bathroom was already half filled with steam from the previous boys using it and it filled more rather quickly. "How's your nose ?" Matthew asked as he cleaned himself with the soap he found on a shelf. "It's ok…" "The honest version!" "... It still hurts but at least it doesn't bleed anymore and…" Preston gingerly touched his nose. "... It doesn't look broken." "Good." "And your cheek?" Preston asked. "It hurts. And the bleeding should stop soon." Matthew said, not knowing about that last part. "Good." Matthew turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. "I… I'm using the… loo and you… can go shower after ?" He asked, blushing in embarrassment. "Yes. Yes we do that." Preston whispered, blushing too. Matthew quickly finished, put on the black boxer and went beside Preston. "Go." He simply said. The other boy nodded and went into the shower. Matthew was holding the towel against his cheek and looking at it from time to time. It looked like the bleeding had stopped. "Do you think he'll… heal Ryan?" He asked quietly. Preston had turned off the water and was now using the toilets. "No…" He simply and darkly said. When they were done they looked at each other again. Matthew was still crying silently and Preston sniffled. "I'm getting in! If you try anything funny I'll paint your dead bodies sooner than intended !" Edward's voice could be heard from the other side of the door. The boys stepped back from it reflexively. It was unlocked and the man came in carefully. He smiled at seeing them waiting and cleaned. "Good. Out." He said, mentioning the corridor. Matthew and Preston walked out the room. Edward pushed them further and opened the door at the end. There was a staircase going up beside it and they climbed. Another door upstairs and they were in the artist's workshop. This time the walls were white. There were large windows letting in the daylight and shining on the man's garden. The ceiling was covered in dark wood beams and a few rings were bolted in those. Hemp ropes were folded in the middle with an easel beside, a small table with all the man's art supplies and paintings and a stool. The boys were pushed beside the ropes and forced to sit on the floor. Matthew was shaking and trying to stop his cries. Preston was frowning at the man but still looked really scared. Edward looked inside his pouch and took off a syringe. He swiftly slid it in Preston's neck and used half of the drug on him. He didn't have time to react other than crying out. "No!" Matthew exclaimed. Preston tried to move away but it was too late. He felt his limbs going numb and couldn't stay straight. He fell on his side as Edward grabbed Matthew by the hair to prevent him from going away and slid the needle in his neck. The boy panted and felt himself becoming weak as he fell. Preston and Matthew looked at each other, feeling helpless. Edward moved from the room for a long time. The boys couldn't move or talk. Just watching helplessly in fear. Wondering what would happen to them, how the man planned to kill them and how they could try to avoid it. If they could have another chance at trying.

Preston belongs to @assassin67, François belongs to @sushi4427, Ryan belongs to @tsukareta819, Boo belongs to @bonniethecatbunny and Elliott belongs to @cosmicchrysalis Thanks you to @maxstraw for proofreading. See you soon for the next part. He was climbing out of the pool, happy. The air filled with splashes and children's laughter. As he was taking a towel and wiping his face, he heard a whistle behind him. He turned to look at the ginger lifeguard. She was yelling at him but he couldn't understand what she was saying. Then two large snakes grabbed him and pulled him into a room filled with blank canvas. No. They weren't snakes. They were strong arms. Muscled. But maybe not that muscled. Just average now. He tried to move out, to get away. To no avail as ropes wrapped themselves around him. Around and around and around, not stopping. Until he felt like he was trapped in a pipe. He tried to scream but his voice was weak. It was like he didn't have any. That's when he realised one of the ropes tightened around his neck, strangling him. He couldn't breathe anymore. He panicked. Matthew woke up gasping for air. The feeling of the rope on his throat slowly fading away. But not the feeling of being trapped in a pipe. He felt like his entire upper body was wrapped in... he squirmed a little... duct tape. He gasped, knowing it'd hurt like hell when taken off his bare skin. He licked his parched lips, a little glad to not be gagged. Unfortunately he was blindfolded and couldn't know if someone he could trust was here or not. Well, someone was there, tied to his back. Certainly... Hopefully Preston. He felt the other boy's breathing against him. He still seemed asleep. They were both sitting on a hard, cold floor. His bottom was sore from it and he shifted a little, grunting in the process. Then he heard shifting in the room. His heart beat faster and he waited for someone to talk. But as silence followed for a few moments, he wondered if it didn't happen in his head. He took a deep breath then. "H.. hello ?" He said hesitantly in a quiet voice. "Yes?" A voice answered. Not Edward's. Not Preston's. "Wh... who are you ?" He asked softly. "Oh! You might be the new boy. We heard him taking you in." The voice answered. "New boy ?... Wait... We?" Matthew asked half shocked. "Mmhmm... We're four here." The boy explained. A few other voices answered at the same time. "He's awake ?" "I was sleeping." "I don't think he was talking about you..." Matthew's heart skipped a beat. Just then Preston stirred and grunted. He felt him squirming. "Brownie?" He called worriedly. "I'm here Pippin." Matthew answered. "Wait! There's two of you?" The second voice asked. "Who's there ?" Preston asked in shock. "There's... other people kept here..." Matthew whispered. "Yes. We've been here for a moment. I'm Ryan." The second voice answered. "Nice to meet you Brownie and Pippin." "Oh! Those aren't our real names !" Matthew exclaimed. "I'm Preston and he's Matthew. Have you been kidnapped by this crazy painter ?" "Yes we've been." The first voice answered. "I'm Elliott by the way." Preston gasped. "Elliott !" He couldn't help exclaim, thinking about his own brother. "Yes?" Elliott asked. "No... Sorry... Not you... My brother. He's also named Elliott and..." Preston's voice cracked. He was afraid to never see him again. "We're gonna get out of here." Ryan said reassuringly. "How? You're not here for a long time..." The sleepy voice answered. "It's Boo. He's been the first one captured." Ryan explained. "Boo? Is that... a real name ?" Preston asked shyly. "It's my nickname. My real name is Octavian but I don't like it." "Poor kid is sleeping all the time..." "I'm NOT a kid!..." Boo exclaimed, making everyone quiet. "... But there's nothing else to do really..." He added more gently in a sad voice. "At least we can talk together." The last voice said. "You have an accent ?" Preston asked. "I'm french. I'm François." The boy answered. "We were supposed to go to France. To be a lecturer..." Matthew whispered, holding back tears. "What is happening exactly ?" Preston asked. "This crazy artist took us so he could make his project of painting unwilling boys in shibari and seemingly dead." Elliott explained. "So he didn't kill anyone ?" Matthew exclaimed hopeful. "You believed that too uh?" Elliott asked. "He said it makes the reactions more... authentic..." Ryan said. "He calls this series 'Canvas Captive' " Boo added. "That's lame!" Preston exclaimed. Matthew could hear in his voice that he was rolling his eyes. "We all think so." François said. "You've been here for a long time ?" Matthew asked timidly. "I don't even know anymore..." Boo answered. "Maybe five days for me." Elliott said. "I'm glad to not be alone." François whispered. "Yes. Together we can find a way out." Ryan tried to cheer up. "We're locked in a room without any windows ! The guy is drugging us if we fight. And we're tied up 24/7!" Boo said. "And he keeps kidnapping people." François added. "The more we are, the more difficult for him it'll be to keep us here." Ryan said. "What does he do ?" Preston asked. "What do you mean?" Ryan asked. "To you. During the day." "He's taking you to his workshop to tie you up then he paints you." Boo said. "And that's it?" Preston asked. "He's also giving us food and allows us to go to the bathroom." Ryan said a little bit cheerfully. "Don't be too happy about that. He's still our captor." Elliott said. "He's tying us up in different ways. He focuses on my legs mainly because they're... muscular, he said. And I'm flexible so... I have to hold some twisted poses for a long time sometimes." François said, sounding embarrassed. "Same goes for my chest and piercings. I always have a harness and sometimes I'm tied by the piercings." Boo said, making Matthew wonder what kind of piercings he had. "I always hang out in the air." Elliott said. "Last time he took more than an hour doing his ropework. He told me, because I was half drugged when he did." Ryan sighed. "If you don't want to be drugged just do what he says." He advised. "I finally played along when he almost broke my camera when tying it to me as I struggled. He said he took me for my skills in photography. Because we're both artists and... talked a lot about visual art together before..." "Yeah... We talked casually too... I didn't see anything coming." Preston said quietly. The other boys admitted they didn't guess either. "I... I stumbled upon his paintings..." Matthew admitted. "I've been curious and... just thought it was normal bondage art until I..." His voice broke and he gasped, unable to talk. "Until you saw one where someone was hanging by the neck." Preston finished for him. "Yes ..." "That'd be me..." Elliott said. They all fell quiet for a moment. Matthew could hear one of the boys sniffling but couldn't guess which one. He heard Ryan whispering words of comfort. "Elliott and Alex will try to find us." Matthew said, more to Preston than to anyone else. "Yes." Preston answered. "At least we... we're not in mortal danger yet and... he won't... won't... touch us except for binding us..." He said shakily. "Yes... and we're together." Matthew said. "And we can talk." "Yipee." Preston said in a sarcastic voice. Then he struggled against the tape. The sounds of it invaded everybody's ears. "He uses very strong tape to be sure we don't move. And a lot of layers too. You can exhaust yourself if you want but keep your energy for when you'll... pose for him. It can be tiring." Ryan said. "Boo managed to fall asleep once." Elliott said with a sad chuckle. "I'm so booooored." Boo whined. "It's not that boring you know." François said. "Imagine if we were in different rooms, with almost no visit at all." He added. "Brrrrr..." Boo shook his head. "Okay... Could be worse..." "Yes... He could... Rape us..." Preston added. "Don't say that!" Ryan exclaimed. "Or beating us." Matthew said, remembering he got kicked earlier. As he wasn't moving it didn't hurt. "He would beat you if I fight." Preston said angrily. "And I won't!" He added before Matthew could say anything. "Are you two a couple ?" Elliott asked. Matthew blushed. "No we're..." They said at the same time. "Roommates..." "And really good friends..." "Best friends actually..." "Like brothers." Matthew finished. "Best brothers friends." "You're inventing again." Preston said. "I'm a writer. I can't help it." Matthew smiled. "Oh what do you write?" Ryan asked. "Not to interrupt but ! I really feel tired and would like to sleep. Please." Boo said. "Sorry." Ryan said. "You're right. We should rest while we can." "Thanks dad." Boo said. "You can't see it but I roll my eyes." Ryan said. "Sssshhh." Boo shushed. "I'm tired too." François said in a sleepy voice. Not a single word was said after that. Some light snoring could be heard and Matthew surprised himself at smiling slightly. Being not alone made him less scared. And the fact that no one had been killed like he thought. He did a little sigh of relief and laid back against Preston. The other boy laid his head back too and snuggled as best he could. With the presence of his best friend with him, the reassuring breathing of the other boys and the remaining drug in his system, he found himself falling asleep without even thinking. A door slamming woke him up with a start. He didn't have time to react. "Good morning muses. I brought some breakfast." Edward's joyful voice could be heard. Grunts answered him. "I see you're still not a morning person Octavian." "It's Boo..." The boy whispered between his teeth. "Octavian is much more inspiring !" Edward said dreamily. "How are my new muses ?" He asked getting closer to Preston and Matthew. "I've seen your names on your ids but that's not how you called yourselves. What are those nicknames you're using ?" "That's none of your business !" Preston said angrily. One of the boys hissed. "Oh Preston !" Edward said, stroking Preston's cheek who tried to pull away. "Did you forget about yesterday ? That if you're not good, I'd hurt Matthew. Do you want me to hurt him?" "No!" Preston exclaimed. "Coward..." Ryan whispered. "Ryan !" Edward scolded. Ryan stayed quiet. "Apologise !" The man insisted. "Sorry." Ryan said. "Good. So... Preston... Your nicknames ?" "I... call him Brownie and he calls me Pippin." Preston whispered reluctantly. "Aw you're all so inspiring !" Edward exclaimed. "Now for the food. I'm in a good mood this morning and you all have scrambled eggs with toast." The man fumbled with something. Matthew wasn't sure but he thought he heard one of the boys saying a sarcastic "Yay!". He heard Edward moving around then he tensed when he got closer. He felt the man's hand around the blindfold before he pulled it off. The boy had to squint his eyes as the light blinded him. He blinked until he got used to it and looked around. They were in a room, as Boo as said, without any windows or anything else but the boys. The walls and floor were covered in wood. It wasn't cold in here, which was better as they all were only wearing underwear. He could get a good look at the other captives now. And definitely see some likeness with the paintings he saw. He thought he recognised François, from his muscular legs. He was the only one with his ankles taped together by the way. His blue eyes met him. They looked at each other in worry and sadness but didn't say anything. Edward was busy cutting through the tape of a boy with dark skin and long curly hair, just like his. Beside him, a blond-haired and tall boy was looking at Preston and him. He looked confident and Matthew guessed he was Ryan. The last boy was standing out with his white and black hair, his bright blue eyes and his nipple piercings. Boo. So the boy who was now free of tape was Elliott. Well, he wasn't entirely free. His hands and fingers were still wrapped in the silvery tape. The man didn't take any risk at them trying to pick at the tape. Edward was cutting carefully through it, Elliott not moving an inch, certainly scared to have his hands cut. Once the tape was put away, Edward allowed Elliott to stretch which the boy did almost immediately, hissing as his sore limbs cracked and certainly hurt. Then the man took a pair of handcuffs and, to Matthew's surprise, locked them around his ankles. Finally Elliott was given a plate with a spoon and a glass of juice. The boy started to eat slowly while Edward did the same with Ryan. After a long moment every boy but Preston and Matthew had food, drinks and their feet cuffed. Edward went beside them so both boys could look at him. "I'm now going to explain how it works. In order for you to be fed, just don't fight. If you do..." Edward looked through a pouch he was wearing, took a syringe out and showed it to them. "... I'll use this. It would knock you out enough for me to force feed you. And I'll also have to drag you myself to the bathroom and take care of everything myself." Ryan and Boo nodded darkly behind him and Matthew opened his eyes wide, blushing. "You're twisted..." Preston whispered. Edward smiled, put the syringe back in and took a box cutter. "I also can use this on you or your... boyfriend... but if we can avoid being messy it'll be good for everybody isn't it ?" The man said threateningly. Preston went white, especially when he saw Boo showing a cut on his own shoulder. "Yes." Preston said quietly to their captor while Matthew teared up at seeing Boo hurt. "Great. You two are clever anyway. I saw it in the gallery. So I don't doubt that you won't do anything stupid." Edward said, using the cutter to free them from the tape. They too were allowed to stretch before being cuffed and having a plate of food and a glass of juice. Matthew ate quietly, shifting closer to Preston. The latter glared daggers at the man but didn't dare do much and grabbed his spoon. "The door to this room is always locked by the way. And all the other doors too. So you see... I'm not taking any risk." Edward informed them. "Now Elliott dear. You're done right ?" Elliott nodded and gave his empty plate back. The man took it, put it on a large tray while the boy stood up. "Now I'm taking you all to the bathroom one by one. While you all finish eating. The boys would tell you the details." Edward said before dragging Elliott outside. The door was locked and the boys relaxed a little. "The details ?" Preston asked. "We have ten minutes in the morning to pee and take a shower. And we have ten minutes in the evening to brush our teeth and eventually to do a number two. But you do what you want." Ryan explained. "Yes. You're alone except if he puts that needle inside you and he has to clean you up or touch your di...." "Boo! Stop!" François said, cutting him off. "I think they got it already." Ryan added. Matthew shivered and Preston went whiter than before. Matthew grabbed one of his hands and squeezed it. "It's really not to do anything perverted really." Ryan said reassuringly. Preston was looking in the empty. Matthew got closer to him and gently put a hand on his shoulder. "Pippin please. All we have to do is play along and not be reckless." He whispered. "I won't. I don't want you to get hurt." Preston whispered back. "We could… try to… put him down…" Ryan suggested. "What ?" François asked, shocked. "I mean… when he takes one in the bathroom he turns his back to us…" "Oh nononon !" François shook his head. "It won't end well. Boo already tried." "But you were both alone. We're six now." Ryan argued. "You haven't seen him." Boo said curling up. "He was crazy. Like losing his mind… I'm not doing it again." He added, shaking his head. "Cet homme est taré…" François whispered. Preston looked at Ryan. They both had looked determined to try but now, they weren't so sure. It looked like François and Boo wouldn't tell any more details and none of the boys insisted. Not too long after Edward came back with a hopping Elliott and made him sit. He made Ryan stand and put down his plate and glass before dragging him outside. No one talked and François stood up to move a little and put his plate with the others. Boo decided to do the same. Matthew thought he saw fainted marks of cut in their backs but he wasn't really sure. He didn't want to stare. And he wouldn't ask either. Preston stood up and held his hand at Matthew. He let his friend pull him on his feet. They both stretched before going to the tray and putting down their plates too. "I think we should try." Preston whispered. "What?" Matthew exclaimed. "Sssshhh…" Preston shushed looking at François and Boo. The former was stretching sitting with his legs straight in front of him and his head in his knees. Boo was looking at them with a brow raised. Preston just smiled back and talked very quietly to Matthew. "Ryan is right. We're six. And even if François and Boo don't want to, we're still four against him. If we…" The door opened to let Edward and Ryan come in. The artist took François and left. "If we jump on him when he gets back. He won't see it coming and we'll have the element of surprise." Preston continued. "I don't know…" Matthew whispered unsure. Preston turned to Ryan and hopped to him. "I'm in." He said. "For what?" Ryan asked. "Jumping on the guy." "Don't!" Boo exclaimed in a gasp. "Hear me out. We can jump on him when he gets back. He won't see it coming. And if we're at least two holding his arms, someone else can take his pouch and he'd have nothing to threaten us with." Preston said, looking at Matthew. The brunette thought. "Okay. I can grab the pouch." He nodded quietly. Boo and Elliott didn't say anything but didn't look that scared of the idea. There was even hope in Elliott's eyes. They heard Edward and François coming back. They fell quiet and Boo let himself be dragged out. "Do we do it now?" Preston asked. "Do what ?" François asked. Ryan stood and went beside the door. "Jumping on him." "Oh non ! Non non non!" François shook his head. Elliott explained the plan gently. François looked between them all. Preston had joined Ryan to the other side of the door and Matthew had moved a little to the side to not be seen at first when Edward would get in. They all looked confident. They outnumbered the man and were partially free. What could go wrong? François relaxed a little and nodded. "Let's try it."

Preston belongs to assassin67 Proofreading by maxstraw Preston started to come to first. The smell of leather making his nose wrinkle. He wasn't comprehending everything yet. Why was he so sore on his arms ? Why the smell ? And headache ? And cold ? Where was he ? He opened his eyes, his blurry sight seeing black ropes wrapped around his thighs. His eyes opened wider. He didn't remember having been tied up. What the hell ? He was kneeling on the hard floor, his numb legs in a frog tie. He gasped, seeing that he was only wearing his underwear. He straightened up, realising too late that this movement made something fall on his lap. No, not something. Someone. Matthew ! He was against him but Preston didn't know and his unconscious friend lost his lever. "Mmthmw !! Nmm!?" He exclaimed, the fact he was gagged making his heart miss a beat. By seeing how his friend was also half naked, bound and gagged he now could understand why he was cold, why his arms were sore and why it smelled like leather. The smell was coming from the panel gag and the pain from a tight armbinder encasing their arms in one long glove. Despite all his struggling Preston couldn't separate his arms from one another. He had rarely felt so helpless. "Mmmthmw ! Mmmtt !" He tried to wake his friend again but Matthew wasn't reacting. Preston breathed deeply in through his nose and looked around. He had no idea of what happened to them or where they were. The canvas and paintings around gave him a clue though. He recognised the artist's style but the subjects were different. No more beautiful landscapes or scenes. But worrying portraits of tied up young men. Preston looked around again. He didn't dare move to not hurt Matthew. But he needed to try to escape. Before someone would... "I see you're awake." A voice said making Preston jump. The artist came into the room. "Wmmm thm hmck ? Lmt ms gmm!" Preston growled. "Your friend will be up soon too. Or is he really your friend ?" Edward asked sitting on a stool in front of them. Preston didn't make a noise and just frowned at the man. "Doesn't matter. Right now I just need your expressions." The man kept talking grabbing a sketchbook and a charcoal pencil. "Later it won't have the same impact. Oh it seems the drug is fading away already." Matthew was stiring on Preston's lap, his muffled voice whining in discomfort. "Brmmnm!" Preston said worriedly, using his friend's nickname. Matthew opened his eyes, his pupils moving left and right. The other men could see that he was trying to comprehend what was happening. Preston's heart missed a beat when he saw his friend starting to hyperventilate and struggling. "Mmmthm ! M'm hmrm !" Edward stood up just when Matthew turned his head to look at Preston. The boys didn't have time to do anything else than looking in fear at the man as he straightened Matthew up. "Now let's all calm down and get back to work." He said taking his pencil. The boys didn't move but for some glances sent to each other and to the man. The latter spent a few minutes in silence, looking from the boys to his sketchbook, his pencil running at an impressive speed. "We won't stay here for a long time..." Edward said, half mumbling. "I received a visit of two young men looking for you while you were out." Matthew and Preston gasped, looking in horror at each other. "One had dark hair and glasses, the other looking really similar to you, but with blue eyes." Edward described, nodding at Preston. Alex and Elliott were here. Unaware their friends and brother were helplessly drugged in one of the back rooms. "I had to improvise a lie to make them leave. I couldn't keep them too, despite their predisposition of making perfect models." This made Preston furious, struggling and insulting the man, while Matthew stared horrified and new fresh tears run down his face. Edward smiled satisfied and quickly drew them. "Yeah that's more like it. Two models, two expressions." He mumbled. When Preston calmed down, seeing how upset his friend was, Matthew kept sobbing for a long time. After a moment he couldn't even breathe and started to suffocate in his mucus. Preston watched horrified and feeling utterly helpless. "Mmthmw ! Nm !" He cried out. Edward sighed, stood up and crouched down in front of Matthew under the worried eyes of Preston. "You, you definitely saw too much." The man whispered to Matthew while taking a tissue from his pocket and wiping the boy's nose. He took another one. "Blow." He simply said. Matthew blushed deeply, feeling very condescended and did what he was told. When his nose wasn't blocked anymore Edward stood up, binned the tissues and looked for something in a closet. "I think we're done for the first round. I got the sketches I want and it's time to move you to the next location for the real work." He said. Preston protested. If they were moved it'd be harder for anyone out there to find them. The man came closer with a piece of fabric in his hands. "Of course, it'll be easier for everybody if you are unconscious. I'll start with you sweetie. Your panicking isn't good for you." Edward said looking at Matthew. The boy shook his head and tried to back away but to no avail as the man went in front of him and applied the fabric over his nose while holding the back of his head with his other hand. "Pmpmn !" Matthew yelled. Preston watched helplessly, struggling madly but only managing to shift a few inches. "Lmt hmm gm ! Dmn't tmmch hmm !" He screamed, tearing up when he saw his friend moving less and less. Matthew's eyes slowly closed and Edward guided him to make him lay down on his side. Preston was breathing heavily, sending daggers at the man with his bright green eyes. "Your turn now. But before that, I think it's only fair you know what made your friend freak out. Am I right ?" Edward went to some of his paintings under the hatred glare of the boy. "There we go..." The painter pulled a canvas and put it in front of Preston. The latter looked at it, horror growing inside of him. The tied up model was tangled in a very fancy ropework that certainly took hours to do. But that wasn't what worried Preston the most. It was the fact that the boy on the painting was hanging by his neck. His head dropped, but no face on. Preston's breath picked up and he looked at the man who was grinning to see his captive's growing panic. "Curiosity killed the cat." He said before putting the canvas away and getting in front of Preston to put the fabric over his nose. The boy struggled as hard as he could, screaming for the man to stop in a high pitched voice. The drug's smell still invaded his nostrils and made him weaker by the second. A sob escaped him as his sight became blurry, then completely dark.

This story features Preston (and a little bit Elliott) who belong to @assassin67. Thanks a lot to @maxstraw for proofreading. "We're going to an art gallery with Preston. Do you want to join us or we catch up later ?" Matthew texted Alex back as the young man had asked him if he and his roomate were available for hanging out. "Elliott is with Alex and they're asking if we're available." Preston told him looking at his own phone as they were walking in the street. Matthew laughed. "I just told Alex where we're going." He explained. "Can't they just use the group chat ?" Preston asked rolling his eyes and answering his brother. "Maybe Elliott doesn't want Paul to get jealous we're hanging out while he's on holidays with his family." Matthew suggested. "Oh yeah maybe." Preston nodded. They arrived shortly after at the gallery. Both boys had seen the ads for the temporary exhibition and had found the art style of the artist to their taste. As they had some money saved they wanted to see if they could afford having a professional work in their living room. They both looked at the window first. "That's really nice." Preston said. "Yes." Matthew nodded. "The landscapes are really outstanding." Preston quietly nodded as his phone buzzed. He looked at it, then texted back. "Gave Elliott the address. They'll come later." He explained to his friend. "Do we go in?" "Sure." Matthew said following Preston inside. They met a couple of visitors who were leaving but no one else was there but the artist. It was still early after lunch so it was not surprising there was almost nobody. "Gentlemen!" The artist greeted them. "Hello." "Afternoon." Both boys answered. They awkwardly started to look at the paintings on the walls. The man looking at them discreetly. He was in his late forties, slightly taller than both boys with a slender silhouette. He waited a little before approaching the boys. "Can I help you with something ?" He asked gently. Matthew looked at Preston before talking. "Hum actually, we really like your works and we wanted to see if we could afford having one in our appartment." He explained softly. The man, Edward, smiled happily. "Oh thank you very much ! It is the best compliment I could hear." He said making both boys smiling back. "May I ask you what do you like in my painting ?" Preston and Matthew answered as best as they could, not knowing a lot about painting and Edward took great pleasure in explaining his techniques, choices and feelings. They walked around looking at each canvas, one talking about his work, the other two listening with interest. "The prices are in this folder." Edward said after describing most of the exhibition. "Take a look at it. I'll go make some coffee." "Oh no thank you. We're good." Preston said politely and a little embarassed. "Come on. I don't mind." Edward insisted, disappearing in a room in the back. Matthew shrugged and looked at the folder. Preston looked with him. "Those are affordable." Matthew said showing a few prices. Preston blinked at the overly expensive one before focusing on what his friend was showing. "Yes. Which one are they ?" He wondered looking around. "It's like a puzzle." Matthew smiled walking to a wall and looking at the labels. "Here. He used logical sequence of letters and numbers..." He explained. Preston nodded. "This one?" He asked. "I wonder if this one wouldn't be better with our World map ?" "I think you're right." "Have you figured it out ?" Edward asked coming in with a tray. The boys jumped a little. "Yes. We'll take that one." Preston said. "Good choice. May I ask you what you like in it ?" Edward asked. Preston started to describe what he felt when looking at the painting. Matthew kept looking around. "If you please excuse me." He said suddenly and quite shyly before heading for the door indicating the bathroom. Preston and Edward kept talking, the latter giving a cup of coffee to his future customer. When Matthew came out the bathroom he looked at the rooms behind the gallery. He could see a small corridor giving on a kitchenette and what looked like a studio. He could see an unfinished canvas. He started to go back when his brain fully realised what he had saw. Or thought he saw. He turned back to look at the canvas but it was too far to really be sure. He looked in the gallery and could hear Preston and the artist talking. So he bravely stepped in the studio and walked to the painting. Matthew had seen perfectly. Under his eyes was a drawing of a young man bound and gagged. He blushed and started to leave, thinking it wasn't his business if the man liked to paint bondage scenes. Especially if those weren't in the main exhibition. His eyes caught a glimpse of an other pair of tied up painted models. He couldn't help but looking at them and realising about the expressions. They were vividly depicted as scared. Genuinely scared. Or angry for others. Matthew shivered. Those models didn't look to be willing. Well, it certainly was a fictional depiction. At least he hoped. However, pushed by more curiosity Matthew quietly moved a few canvas and looked at others. He didn't know what he was looking for exactly. Maybe a detail that would comfort Matthew. That would prove those were willing models. But each of them were all the same. Then Matthew stopped at one painting and held back a scream. It couldn't. He put back the paintings and went back in the gallery. "We have to go!" He exclaimed shakily at Preston. The latter looked at him in surprise. "What?" He asked. Matthew was panicking. He didn't realise Preston's voice was groggy. "Why in such a rush ?" Edward asked suspiciously. Matthew breathed deeply in. "Someone's waiting for us." He lied grabbing Preston's arm and pulling him to the door. But the other boy was dragging his feet more than he was walking. Matthew turned to Preston just as he was stumbling and collapsing on the floor. "Pippin !!" Matthew exclaimed in horror, crouching near him to see what was wrong. "B... Brow.. Brownie...?" Preston stuttered before closing his eyes. "Pippin ! Wake up ! Please !" Matthew exclaimed shaking Preston's shoulders, but he stayed limp in his arms. Meanwhile Edward had walked around the boys ans locked the front door, turning the sign from open to closed. "You're giving him a nickname. That's really sweet." Edward said making Matthew turning suddenly to face him. "What have you done to him?" Matthew exclaimed with a high pitched voice. "I guess you've discovered about my master pieces. I wonder which one and how many you saw ?" The man asked walking around the boys. Matthew didn't take his eyes off him. "What have you done to Preston ?" He asked again, his lips shaking. Edward only smiled. Matthew got even more scared. The man was keeping his polite and gentle manner. "I haven't had the opportunity to work with two beautiful young men like you. I can't miss it." He said with enthusiasm. He stopped walking around them and went to Matthew who tried to backup while still staying close to Preston. "You... you... You killed...them...?" He asked, tearing up. Edward shook his head as he bent down to try to grab Matthew but the boy pushed him and get back on his feet to step back from the man. "Don't touch me!" He screamed looking for his phone. He clumsily took it and dropped it. The man took this opportunity to grab Matthew's upper arm. "LET GO !" He yelled, pulling his arm but Edward kept his grip on him. "Don't be like that. You'll both look amazing." Edward said dragging Matthew to the tray of cups of coffee. "Let go!" Matthew repeated more frantic and pulling harder. He tried to kick Edward who dodged. "Calm down !" The man said wrapping an arm around Matthew's neck and pulling him against his torso. "HELP ! HELP!" Matthew yelled hoping someone would hear him from the street. Edward grabbed a cup and poured some still hot coffee in Matthew's opened mouth. The boy choked and coughed ready to spit it but the man clamped a hand on his mouth. He cried from both the burning on his tongue and the fear. "Nmm mmmm !" Matthew screamed, horrified that he just swallowed the coffee. He reached up to grab the man's hands and pulling at them to try to get free. Edward tightened his grip and made Matthew kneel on the floor. The pressure on the boy's neck prevented him to fully struggle. It was easy for Edward to hold the young man against him for the time the drug needed to be efficient. "Sssshhh... Relax... It'll be over soon..." Edward whispered in Matthew's ears who tried to hit the man's arms now. But his strenght was weakening. They both could feel it. Feeling more and more dizzy, Matthew squirmed one last time, way harder than before. Surprised, Edward let go of him. Matthew crawled away from him starting to get back on his feet but he stumbled and caught himself just in time before falling on Preston's unconscious form. Edward stood up and looked at Matthew very calmly. The boy tried to stand again, to no avail. "What... what... help..." He said, his voice weak. "Please...." Matthew collapsed beside Preston under the satisfied grin of the man. "Sleep well boys. Soon you'll become a master piece."

Warning : Despite this title, the story below contains non consensual bondage and sexual relation between a man and a young man he kidnapped. This is an alternative event of what could happen to @abita4tEco character in one of our RP if he weren't saved in time. Will belongs to her. He's the kidnapped boy. John belongs to me. He's a mob boss buying boys for his pleasure. Frank and Josephine are working for John. I do not condone any of this. It is a piece of fiction and must not be replicated against someone's will. *** William had been here for ten days. John was quite glad with him and his compliance. He was a little bit disappointed of his weakness and sensibility but he trusted the boy to get over it eventually. The man also was satisfied of how the boy treated his beloved dogs and how the pets were fond of him. And finally, despite being scared out of his mind, (he couldn't hide it) William was having pleasure in bed and always tried to relax. This meant everything. John loved to hear his muffled moans of pleasure when he was touching him. He gave the boy more experience in a few days than his boyfriend in a few months. He was sure of that. First of all he introduced him to oral sex and different toys. And oh how the boy had reacted. He had been sensible to everything and all his body asked for more. John was thrilled. William never struggled or begged for him to stop. Then he started to play with his boy's backside, including putting butt plug in and then his lubed fingers. It hadn't been really promising, the boy starting to cry, mainly from the idea of being penetrated than from the pain. John had stopped but didn't hide the fact he'd go inside of him anyway. William said he'd understood. Beside all that, every days, William didn't disappoint John. He was accepting any bondage he was submitted to, was training as best he could with Frank, was walking his dogs in the park, was grabbing a book sometimes in his office when he wasn't tied up and he even heard that, one day out of boredom, he had helped Josephine in the kitchen. None of his boys had done that before. John was starting to think about getting him veterinarian studies to do here in order to have him as his personal vet and dogs care taker. But it wasn't time for this yet. Tonight was finally time. The day had been really hot and it was perfect for what he wanted. He had warned the boy the night before, letting him time to get the information settled in. He had basically left him alone all day and he heard William had spent much of his time in his bedroom. John was hoping that this isolation would allow him to be in the right mood when the time would come. The man climbed down the stairs to the entrance where Frank had prepared his boy. According to his demands, William was only wearing a black short, black Converse shoes and had his arms tied behind him in a box tie with a fancy chest harness. He was gagged with a knotted silk scarf and blindfolded with an other one. Frank was holding a rope tied to a leather collar fastened around the boy's neck. William was slightly shaking but he was obviously trying to not panick as he was breathing in and out quietly. "Thank you Frank." He said taking the rope turned leash, making William jumped. Frank bowed slightly and left. "Everything will be alright." John told William stroking gently what little skin could be touched between the gag and blindfold. Then he pulled him by the rope. "Come on. We're going outside." He explained. The boy followed without making a sound beside his scared breathing. He warned him when there were stairs then led him on the path along the pool. Will heard the clapping of the water and felt the still warm wind on his bare skin. He hadn't expected them to go outside for his "first time". Was his master leading him in the forest ? He couldn't stop thinking about the hunt he had witnessed for his first day. What if the man wanted to make a small hunt for fun? Will did everything in his power to not break down in tears. John made him stop. He could feel the man's presence in front of him and did his best to look brave even tho he was clearly panicking. "Are you scared ?" John asked. There were no denial. Will nodded slowly. "Don't be." The man whispered taking off Will's blindfold. The boy blinked a little and looked around. They were at the end of the pool where a bed had been installed two feet in front of it. White sheets were around three sides of the bed, forming a kind of tent with an opened roof. There were a few white pillows here and there to make it comfy and a few dim lights made it cleared enough to see but not too bright. The sky was cloudless and they could see the stars shining above their head. John had made a lovely cocoon. If only there weren't the fact Will was captive and the ominous tube of lubricant and condoms on the bed. "Do you like it ?" John asked staring at Will's face. The boy nodded, trying to focus on the nice sight instead of what would inescapably happen in a short amount of time. Suddenly John swiped Will off his feet, carrying him bridal style and going to the bed, gently putting him down. That's when Will realised the man was wearing a very casual outfit he wasn't used to see on him. White t-shirt, black jean and black Converse shoes just like his. It made him less threatening than the usual suits. John climbed on top of Will and started to kiss him on his gagged mouth, then on his jawline, neck, torso... He played with the boy's nipples just the way he liked it. Will looked at the stars and convinced himself he was with Alex. That Alex was kissing him. He moaned in pleasure. He could feel John smiling. If he pleased his master, he could make it out alive. For now, the man did what he already had done the past few days. Caressing, kissing, licking... It wasn't painful, he could close his eyes and imagine it was Al, he could learn to enjoy it. To play along. Soon his shoes and clothes were taken off. He started to breath heavier. This was it. No. Not yet. John kept playing with him using his fingers, mouth and tongue, giving him a hard on. Will's moaning get louder. His hips moved on their own. It lasted some time. Will was ashamed to feel so much pleasure with a man who bought him to a bunch of humans traffickers and threatened to hunt him down if he wasn't fitting in. The poor boy however felt like he had no choice at all and, when he was about to cum, John stopped. "Mmmn ?" He couldn't help exclaiming quietly. His body wanted more. John chuckled. "You want more?" He asked standing up beside the bed and starting to undress. Will blushed behind his freckles. He did something between a nod and a shrug. John smiled. Not a reassuring smile from Will's point of view. Now completely naked as well John climbed back on top of Will. The boy kept his eyes on his master's face, still not comfortable with their naked bodies so close. "I'll give you more." The man whispered. Will heard the tube being opened. Then he tensed as he felt cold fingers down there. By reflex he put his legs together. "No! Don't!" John scolded grabbing Will's legs and pulling them apart. "Smrmm mmstmr !" Will apologised, doing his best to keep his legs spread. "I forgive you." John said. He shifted to do something out of Will's sight. The boy heard the plastic of the condom being teared up, felt some mouvements between his legs. He was staring at the stars once again, wondering why he wasn't on his stomach. He could have burry his head in one of the pillow and hide his tears that he was fighting with all his might. Then he felt the cold product, his master's hands holding his hips and his manhood getting in slowly. He bit on the gag, closing his eyes making some tears roll on his cheeks as he waited for it to be fully inside. It was painful but not as much as he expected. The man was careful to be slow. During the process John moved one of his hand on Will's own member and stroked it making the boy moaning in both pleasure and pain. It was really slow at first but then it accelerated. John started to move his hips back and forth and Will felt a wave of pleasure he never experienced before. He screamed, opening his eyes wide and coming for the first time in his life that way. It felt so good and yet so bad. He was supposed to experience that with Alex. Tears ran freely on his cheeks as he was feeling dizzy for all the contradictory feelings. It lasted a short time but felt like forever for him. Both men cummed, the younger first, the older a few seconds later. It was over. They were both panting and sweating. Only Will was crying. John took off his gag making him breathing easier. "Why are you crying ? Are you in pain?" The man asked. Will gulped shaking his head 'no'. "I... I'm not too much in pain master. It... it sting a little but..." Will started, looking for what he'd say. Last time he mentionned his boyfriend he bad been punished. He couldn't say he was crying because he'd just been raped, that he enjoyed it despite himself and that he was feeling unfaithful to Alex. Who he was missing a lot and was worried for. "I'm... I'm overwhelmed." He said simply. "It was a little bit painful, scary and very good at the same time." He added. John layed down beside him and stroked his hair. "I get it. Thank you for your honesty William. I'm very proud of you and really satisfied." He said quietly. "Thank you Master." Will whispered back. They stayed quiet for a couple of minutes enjoying the fresh air and the starry night. After catching up his breath John sat up and cleaned himself and the boy. He made William sitting up and untied him. The boy thanked him softly and stretched his sore arms while John folded the ropes. He stood up and hold his hand at William who looked at it for a second before taking it. The man pulled him to the pool and made them sit on the edge, their legs in the water. "Fancy some midnight swim ?" He asked William before getting in the water. The boy looked confused and hesitant before joining his master. "It's warm." He said surprised. "The water is heated all year. You can swim whenever you like during the year. Even if there's snow around." John explained. He saw William looking around, maybe picturing the place covered in snow. His face darkened as he looked at the forest. John swam closer to him. "We won't have to chase you there if you keep doing like that." He whispered in his ear. William gulped. "Yes master." He replied quietly. John smiled and swam away from William. The boy looked at his master doing the crawl. His back muscles showing in an attractive way. "You have the right to swim too." John told his boy after a few lenghts. William gasped. "Yes master." He said before plunging under the water and emerging further to crawl too. They both swam for a moment, John taking any occasion to look at his boy's body. It was skinny but had good potential of getting more fit. He, too, could see the back muscles of William working as he was swimming. It was a nice sight. At one point they both stopped at the edge. John climbed out and looked down at William who was looking back with his big blue worried eyes. The boy wasn't fully trusted him yet. Which was fine. It could take months. He offered a hand that the boy grabbed and pulled him out. "Let's go to bed shall we ?" John said. "Yes master please." William answered, starting to shiver from the fresh wind on his wet skin. John grabbed two white towels, wrapped one around the boy and used the second one to dry himself. William get dry too. They put on their usual pajamas that had been brought as well and went under the duvet. It was comfortably warm. As they were now used to do, William curled up on his side and John spooned him, pulling him close to him. "Good night William." "Good night Master." Not an other word was exchanged. Soon John felt the boy sleeping in his arms. He must had been exhausted. The man felt tired himself and cuddled up more, burrying his head between William's neck and the duvet and fall asleep too. Will felt something cold on his cheek. Like a drop. Then an other. And an other. He opened his eyes realising he was still outside. The night was starting to fade but it was still dark. But what worried him more was the fact it was starting to rain. Now fully awake he could make out the raindrops falling in the pool and falling on them too. He turned surprised his master hadn't say anything yet. The man was deep asleep, his head hidden under the duvet. He hadn't feel the water yet. "M... master ?" Will called quietly and scared to have to wake him up. The man groaned slightly. "What's the matter ?" He mumbled grumpily. "It... it's raining..." Will whispered worriedly. The man sat up suddenly and looked around just when the rain really started to be stronger. "Damn it." He exclaimed getting up. Will hesitated but a "Come on" from his master made him move and he followed the man inside. They arrived in the living room almost as wet as when they'd been in the pool. Josephine was already up and inside and came to see who was there. She gasped seeing them and brought them towels. As they dried John looked at the time. It was almost six in the morning. "I won't go back to bed now." John said. Will hold back a yawn. The man looked at him and stroked the boy's cheek. "You've been a really good boy William." He said. "You can go back to your room until nine. Frank will come to fetch you." Will looked at his master genuinely surprised. "Thank you Master !" He said quietly and gratefully. John grabbed Will's back of his neck to pull him in a kiss. He froze one second before kissing back. John broke the kiss, ruffled Will's hair and allowed him to go. The boy went alone in the bedroom they gave him and went in his bathroom quickly. He changed his pajama and curled in the sheets. He grabbed one of the pillow and hold it tight against him. He broke down in tears. "I'm sorry Al...." He whispered between two sobs before falling asleep again, imagining that, this time, it was Alex holding him.

"Pippin ?" Matthew timidly called his roommate and best friend Preston. "Yes Brownie ?" Preston replied, looking up from his book. "I... hum... I'm a little stressed by the upcoming finals and... I was wondering if..." Matthew trailed off. "You want us to do a puzzle together to get your mind elsewhere ?" Preston asked. "I actually would love that too but that's not it..." Matthew hesitated. "What is it?... You know you can tell me." Preston said gently. "Could you tie me up?" Matthew finally asked. Preston froze for a second then smiled. "Of course !" He said standing up. "You look way too eager to do that." Matthew said. Preston only smirked as he went to fetch their box of bondage. They liked from time to time to bound each other, either for teasing or for an outlet like Matthew needed at that moment. He sat down on a chair while waiting for his friend. "Oh mister wants to sit comfortably ?" Preston teased as he came back with the box. Matthew rolled his eyes and just put his hands behind the back of the chair. "You look eager too." "Shut up and do it already or I gag you before !" Matthew exclaimed, less shy, making Preston chuckle. The history student get to work, tying his friend making sure it was tight and not painful. Matthew let him, waiting to see how his friend would do it. He ended having his hands tied to the back of the chair, his torso secured to it as well, his thighs to the seat and his feet tied together to the bar between the chair's legs. "There." Preston got in front of Matthew to look at his work. "Struggle a bit." Matthew did so, slowly at first then jerking against the ropes. But he soon stopped. "Argl ! Ah! Help!" He cried out looking at Preston in distress as locks of his long curly hair were in his mouth almost suffocating him. Preston chuckled and gently took the hair off his friend's mouth. "Struggling isn't a good idea." Matthew said. "Unless I tie your hair." "You like to tie me up don't you?" "Your hair! Not..." Preston started before seeing Matthew's smirk. "Ugh... I'm gonna gag you!" "Hey no! We didn't talk about any gag!" Matthew protested squirming. "It's not funny if you're not gagged." "Wait wait! Can you scratch my back please ?" Matthew asked. His squirming clearly showed it itched somewhere. Preston rolled his eyes and went behind Matthew to start scratching. "Aaaaaah... wait... higher... higher... a little bit on the left... not that much... on the right, on the righ... yeeeees..." Matthew sighed in relief. "You're done your highness ?" Preston asked. "Yes yes I am." "Good." Preston said looking for something to gag Matthew with. "Oh no..." "What again ?" "My nose itches too." "I'm not picking your nose !" Preston exclaimed in disgust. "Not inside ! On the bridge." Matthew rolled his eyes. "You're kidding right ?" Preston asked doubtefully. "No! It's always when I can't use my hands that I need them." Preston rolled his eyes and helped Matthew again, maybe scratching a little bit too harsh. "Ow! Hey!" He complained. "There ! Now for the gag." Preston said picking up a scarf. "You're not nice !" "Nope! I kidnapped you so I'm a bad guy." Preston said stuffing the scarf in Matthew's mouth. The latter did a noise of disgust and pushed the scarf away with his tongue. "Ew! Since when didn't we use that ?" He asked. "What? Why?" Preston asked taking the scarf back. "Smell it." The other boy did it. "Smells like dust." Preston replied. Matthew looked at him raising his eyebrows. "You won't put something dusty in my mouth !" He said in half disbelief. "You know..." His voice got stuck in his throat. Some smells reminded him of his encounter with the disgusting farmer and his dirty house. "No of course." Preston said, patting Matthew's shoulder. "I'm going to put it in the laundry and coming back with something else." Matthew nodded, looked at Preston going in the bedroom and sighed. He squirmed a little, not moving his head this time, enjoying the feeling of helplessness. When Preston came back Matthew was in a better mood. "I need to pee !" He said. "What?" Preston exclaimed in shock. Matthew laughed seeing his friend's face. "You're joking, right!?" Preston asked. The other boy only nodded, snickering. "I already used the bathroom before asking you." "That's it. I'm done with you. You're the one tied up but you're bossing me around and I won't accept that one more time." Preston said firmly, stuffing a clean sock in Matthew's mouth who was still giggling. Then he grabbed a roll of duct tape and started to peel the edge off. But he dropped it on the floor, making Matthew laughing even more. "Stop it!" Preston protested even though he was starting to laugh too. He picked up the tape, peeling it off again and tried to cut off a piece with his teeth but the tape twisted and stick to itself. Preston grumbled, Matthew giggled. As a last resort Preston used a pair of scissors to cut that piece and to apply it on Matthew's mouth. The tied boy protested. A lock had been stuck in the tape. "Oh please !" Preston mumbled. "I'm gonna cut your hair." "Nmmm !" "I'm kidding." Preston rolled his eyes and patiently took the hair off the gag. "Okay. Don't move now please." Preston asked, putting Matthew's hair behind his ears before putting a few more strips of tape. Matthew stayed very still, his head slightly tilted to the back. "Done! Phew!" Preston sighed. With his now sealed mouth, Matthew tried struggling harder. No escape. He stopped, smiled at Preston, which was shown in his eyes. Preston smiled back and started tickling Matthew's sides. "Mmmmph nmm! mm mm mm!" Matthew struggled, laughing and begging his friend to stop. Which he did quickly, his captive having already tears in his eyes. They both chuckled. "Clap your hands if you want to stop." Matthew nodded, watching Preston sitting down and taking his book back. There was a silence. "You're feeling less stressed ?" A nod. There was an other silence. "Thmnk ymm." Preston looked up, smiled at his friend. "You're welcome."

Three months went by after the horror movie night. Alex and Will hadn't forgot about it but each of them for different reasons. Alex because Will finally liked it more than he thought and accepted to watch an other one with him without problem. Will because he had said he'd take revenge on Alex but him being sweet and kind didn't know how to do it. Until that evening. Alex's older brother Jared came at their place for a few days during some holidays break. And the young veterinarian asked his 'not official brother in law' to help him. So, unaware of what was planned for him, Alex was cleaning the kitchen after dinner thinking that Jared and Will were just getting to know each other better in the living room. "Alex?" He heard his brother say. "Will told me you forced him to watch a movie he didn't want to watch by tying him up?" Alex turned white and slowly looked behind him. He saw his big brother leaning against the door frame, arms crossed and a mischevious smile on his face. Behind him was Will, a little more shy, rubbing his neck and mumbling a "I didn't exactly said it like that." "That's the way I understood it." Jared told Will before talking to Alex. "And he told you he'll get a revenge. He's too shy about it but the fact he asked for my help shows that he's getting the hang of it, don't you think?" Alex looked at both of them in surprise. He knew what Jared was talking about : the two brothers were always spending their time pranking each other. For example, the last time Alex visited Jared, the oldest had asked him if he could pick up his new girlfriend at the airport. He had told him she was deaf and that he would have to speak really loudly. Jared had say the same thing to his girlfriend about his brother. So Alex and Jared's girlfriend had spent the entire ride from the airport to Jared's place yelling at each other, thinking the other one was deaf. But tonight it was something else. Will was involved and it was completely new. "But... Will... I thought you already took your revenge..." He said. "I beg you pardon ?" Will said surprised. He didn't. "When... when you cooked because I didn't have time and you didn't wash the lettuce... I've been sick after..." "Oh my God Alex! I already said I was sorry ! I thought the lettuce was already cleaned and I didn't meant for it to make you sick !" "You always wash..." "I said I didn't do it on purpose !" The two started to argue, watched by a surprised Jared. "Wow ! Guys !" He spoke to stop the quarrel. "This is not the point today !" Will and Alex calmed down but the latter said "I'm not letting you cook alone again!" "I know ! You already told me!" "STOP!" The couple fall silent, glaring at each other. That's when Alex saw what Will was holding. "What's that in your hand?" He asked knowing perfectly well what it was. "That?" Will said showing the roll of duct tape he forgot he had in his hand. "Oh that's part of the revenge. And now I'm feeling less remorsful using it..." "That's the spirit!" Jared said. "Oh nonono !" Alex said grabbing a ladle and holding it in front of him as if it were a sword. "You're not taping me up. Whatever you want to do you do it without tape... or ropes... or whatever..." "Are you going to hit us with your spoon ?" Jared asked. "It's a ladle you ignorant ! And him I'll never hurt him..." He said showing Will "... but you..." He showed Jared "... oh you! I'm not scared to hurt you." "Really?" "Yes really! For all the things you've done to me since I was born..." Jared got closer to his little brother who braced himself, holding the ladle tighter and closer to Jared. "Don't get close to me! I'm not afraid to use that ladle against you!" Will chuckled amused by the dynamic between the two brothers. Jared wasn't impressed by his little brother and tried to grab the ladle but Alex ducked and aimed at Jared's shoulders. The two started a kind of dance trying to hit or grab the other while avoiding the hands or the ladle. Will just looked at the two not knowing how to interfere. Finally Jared managed to grab Alex's head and holding him in a headlock. The youngest tried to twist out of the hold, making his brother laugh. "Don't try to fight me. I've always been stronger than you." "But I'm the smartest and the more handsome !" Alex replied trying to pull Jared's arm away from his neck, to no avail. "Will! Come and help me!" Jared said having troubles keeping Alex still. "No fight in the kitchen ! You two get out!" This stopped Will as he was getting closer. His boyfriend was not wrong, it could be dangerous in this room. Jared agreed too and started to drag his brother in the living room. Alex struggled, digging his heels on the floor. "I said 'you two'! Not me ! I still have work to do here !" "Oh oh nice try little bro but you're coming... ouch !" Jared exclaimed letting go of Alex as the latter had finally used the ladle to hit his brother's thighs. "Oh you're gonna regret it !" Alex turned to his brother holding the utensil once again in front of him. "Told you I'd use it!" At that moment Will arrived from behind his boyfriend and discreetly snatched the ladle from Alex who cried out in surprise and turned to face Will not believing it. Jared took the opportunity and grabbed Alex under his armpits hugging his chest. "Take his legs, take his legs !" Alex was too surprised to react and Will quickly let go of the ladle, put the roll of duct tape around his wrist and grabbed Alex's legs under his knees. Jared and Will swiftly carried Alex away. "Oh! Two against one! That's pretty unfair guys !" Alex squirmed trying to make them let go. They didn't and brought him to the couch where he was thrown. Before he could get up Jared climbed on him sitting on his back and pinning his arms under his weight. He was facing his legs and holding his forearms tight. "Go on Will !" Will took the duct tape and started to wound it around Alex's wrists tying them together. He did his best to make it tight but not painful. Which wasn't easy as his boyfriend was squirming a lot. His words of complain were muffled by the pillow he had his head trapped in. Once his hands secured Jared moved to get a hold on his legs, allowing Alex to raise his head and breath easier. His glasses fall off from his nose. "Are you trying to kill me? I couldn't breath !!!" "Oh stop whining ! You're not dead and you're overreacting !" Jared teased while Will taped Alex's ankles together. Said ankles started to struggle wildly trying to kick about. "Get away from me! I swear Jared you're gonna regret it!" Jared hold him tighter and Will had to hurry up in the binding process. Together they worked to tape below Alex's knees as well. Then they sat Alex up. He was breathing heavily mainly angry at his brother. "You're leading Will astray..." He gasped. "Meeeee ? Never ! Tell him Will." "He's just helping me. Everything is my idea Al." Will said. Alex looked shocked. Jared and Will gave him time to digest the information. "Okay... okay I guess I maybe deserved it... Wait ! Where's Lula?" He asked suddenly aware it was really calm compared to the last time. "I locked her and Olive in the bathroom so they're not troubled by any of this." Will explained. "Oh... okay...Now would you set me lose ?" Will and Jared looked at each other then at Alex and laughed making the other man looking dumbstruck. "What ? Why are you laughing ?" "But we just started little bro !" Jared reached down and dragged Alex to the dining room and sat him on a chair, his arms behind the back. "What do you mean?... Will?..." Alex squirmed getting worried. His boyfriend looked different, more mischevious. It made him more attractive but also scarier. "You look like you're scared we're going to hurt you Al, but don't worry... It'll only be annoying." Will said wrapping tape around his boyfriend's torso and chair. Then he taped his thighs to the seat. "Being taped to a chair is already annoying." Alex said. Will finished his work and tried to kiss his boyfriend but Alex turned his head away. "Don't kiss me you traitor !" He said half joking. "Oh that's rough ! I think he needs to be shut up, don't you think Will?" "Definitely !" Replied a half hurt Will. "Give me the tape. I've always dreamed of shutting his big mouth !" Jared said taking a piece of tape and lowering it to Alex's mouth. He shook his head. "Don't you dare gagging me! You know Jared I'll get you back for that !" The older brother had some troubles but he finally managed to slap the tape on the youngest. But it wasn't efficient and Jared didn't have any experience about gagging people. "We should stuff his mouth first you know." Will explained before leaving them saying he would bring back a handkerchief. During that time Alex easily take off the tape from his mouth. "He's right. We're not in a movie, just a piece of tape is not enough to gag someone." He told his brother. "And you know it becaaaaause...?" Jared started teasingly. Alex glared at him. "Because I've been kidnapped for real multiple times already...?" Jared felt stupid. How could he have forgot. At that time Alex came a few times in his bed for reassurance at night. "Oh... Sorry..." He looked at his little brother all trussed up to a chair and felt guilty. Alex understood and said "I'm okay. I'm not scared and I'm not having bad memories." Jared sighed in relief. "But once I'll be free you're gonna regret it so baaaad. I already have a few ideasmmph MMMPH !?" Jared handgagged him. "Don't forget that for now you're in no position to... Ew ! Ew gross !" He exclaimed as Alex had lick his hand making him letting go of his mouth. Alex laughed as Will came back, followed by Lula the dog and Olive the cat he just set free. "Do you have hand sanitizer ?" Jared asked Will, Alex gasping in shock. "Hey! My tongue is cleaner than your hand ! I should be the one asking for mouthwash !" "Let's shut him up now!" Jared decided. Will handed him the handkerchief looking at them with a questioning look. When Jared forced the fabric in Alex's mouth (who didn't accept it quietly), he explained to Will what just happened, making him laugh. He then suggested to wind the tape around Alex's mouth to be sure the gag would stay on. Alex looked at him angrily and Will smiled apologetically making his boyfriend roll his eyes. "Well. Now for the real punishment." Jared said after properly gagging his little brother. "Mmph ?" Will was opening his laptop on the dining table and prepared something out of sight of his boyfriend. "Will prepared a little something to keep you untertained for the same duration of the movie you forced him to watch. Which is...?" "One hour and thirty one minutes. Exactly." Will replied plugging in headphones and putting it on Alex's head. "If you try to shake it off your head, not only you'll take the risk to break it and the laptop but we'll also tape it to your head. Okay ?" Jared warned. Alex just did a small grunt of agreement, wondering what Will had done. "Okay let's go." Will pressed on the keyboard and a loud, but not deafening, music rang in Alex's ears. He did a shocked noise and started to complain in his gag. It was a song he hated, with too much electronic music, a high and squeaky voice singer, stupid lyrics and a tune you can't get away from your head once it's in there. Will and Jared chuckled at seeing Alex's reaction. What the tortured man didn't know is that Will had not only looked for song he hated but also annoying one such as nursery rhyme or really bad experimental music. And to make sure it was exactly the time he wanted Will had put at the end a record of a noise like nails on a blackboard. He felt a little bad for it but Jared had said he did worse to him when they were little. They both decided to watch a Marvel movie during that time while keeping an eye on Alex from the couch. The taped up young man could see them as well and didn't hesitate to glare at them especially when a music worse than the previous one was in his ears. To try to annoy them he hummed some through his tape gag but it only made Will and Jared laugh. Will didn't really like Alex's reaction when he heard the horrid sound at the end of the playlist. He really looked like he was suffering. Even Jared felt uneasy. Fortunately it didn't last long and Will quickly took off the headphones. "You're okay?" "Lmkm ymm unmmtmmd whmm m mphm !" Replied an annoyed Alex. "Uh..." "Oh don't be like that baby bro!" This own Jared a killing glare. "You're gonna watch the end of Doctor Strange with us." He said dragging Alex on the chair in front of the TV. Alex struggled to show he wanted to be untied but they left him taped up until the end of the movie. The story doesn't tell the rest of the evening but it can tell that Alex got them back thanks to some loud heavy metal put on at 5 in the morning and some muffins cooked with salt instead of sugar.

"Will ! I made some food to eat in front of a movie tonight ! What do you think ?" Alex asked to the man who shared his life. "Oh I'm definitely all for it. Let me finish cleaning the cat litter and I'll come !" His boyfriend, Will, replied from the bathroom. He came a couple of minutes later when Alex was looking through his collection of DVDs. "Don't you want to try something new on Netflix or Disney+?" Will asked sitting on the couch and grabbing a handful of popcorn. "There's movies there you never watched." Alex informed showing one. "Uh... No! We're not watching a horror movie !" "Oh come on ! It's been five years now that I'm trying to make you watch one with me! Can't you try...?" "No! I don't want to. I don't like them." "You can't know if you don't like them if you never tried to watch one." Alex replied slyly. "I already know I don't like them." Will said stubbornly. "Will... please..." "Sorry. If you want to watch a horror movie you'll do it alone..." Will said, stood up and took a bowl of popcorn before leaving the living room. "I'm going to read a book in the bedroom." He told Alex. The latter was hurt and followed his boyfriend. "Will! You can't do that to me !" He said going in front of Will to stop him from moving further. "First !... Don't leave with the food !" He added taking the bowl back. Will did a small sound of shock. "You want me to starve ?" He dramatically asked. "No. I want you to eat with me in front of a movie." "A classic movie then!" Will crossed his arms. "I swear I'll tell you at the same time what's interesting in that kind of movie so you won't be scared. And it will allow you to get the references you don't get..." "Al! I said no! And you won't force me ! Unless you glue me to the couch... Alex... What's with that smile ?... No... No no no..." Will started to back up from his boyfriend who clearly showed he had an idea behind his mind that didn't please Will. "True I can't glue you but..." Alex put the bowl down. "I know what you're thinking and that's out of the question !" Will exclaimed trying to put as much distance as he could from his boyfriend but the latter jumped on him and put his arms around him pulling him to their bedroom. Their strenght were almost even and none of them wanted to hurt the other but Will squirmed and tried to get away while Alex pulled his boyfriend in the corridor. Alex still had the advantage to be taller and slightly stronger thanks to some gym and climbing. "Alexander ! Let go of me !" Will shouted as he felt himself being lifted from the floor just when he had dug his heels to try to slow his boyfriend. "Oh you're pissed off to call me like that William !" "Don't you dare... " Will said grunting in the effort to escape Alex's hold. The latter didn't let go until they arrived in the bedroom and he threw Will on the mattress before climbing on the other man. At that moment barks could be heard, followed by Will's dog, a black cocker. "Lula ! Attack !" Will ordered half angry, half amused as the dog, instead of doing it, jumped on Alex and licked his face. "Ugh... Argl not the face !" Alex tried to push the dog away. Will took the opportunity to push his boyfriend and trying to take the upper hand. They both wrestled on the bed like two kids with a barking dog jumping around and on them. Finally Alex made Lula going out the room and shut the door. Will was sitting on the bed trying to catch his breath. He wasn't angry anymore but was trying to hold back his laughter. Alex looked at him staying in front of the door. "Will you watch a horror movie with me or should I tie you up? Either way I win." He said. "Really ? I'd like to see that..." Will replied his eyes smiling. "Oh you'll wish you didn't say that !" Alex took off his belt and jumped on Will who looked at him in surprise. "Eh what are you going to do with that ? Spank me ? It's not... oh..." Will started before having his answer. Alex had forced one of Will's hand against the bed head and fastened it to the iron bars with the belt. He grabbed Will's belt after and used it to tie Will's other hand to the bar as well despite all the other man's twisting. "Or we could just stay here together..." Will said winking, once he was stuck to the bed. "Oh no! No no no. I told you you're going to watch a horror movie with me." Alex said going to their closet and taking the box containing the ropes they used in their games. "And there's nothing you can do about it." He dumped the ropes on the bed beside his boyfriend turned prisoner. "You're stubborn you know that !" Will said trying to twist his legs as Alex was trying to take them. It took a few minutes for him to finally be able to grab Will's legs, sitting on them and starting to tie them together. "Not more than you." He said while tying the knot around Will's ankles. He then tied a rope above his knees and get up from him. Will tested the bounds. Secure but not painful. Alex straddled Will and unbuckled the belts. Will then tried to push his boyfriend away, so Alex started to tickle his sides. Will burst in laughter squirming to avoid the fingers teasing him. "Ah ah ah ah ! Please... ah ah stop !" He begged out of breath. "Then don't struggle ! It's difficult to tie someone up when they fight." Alex said. "Ah ah ah ! Okay okay !" Alex stopped, leaned down to kiss Will and turned him on his stomach to tie his wrists together in a box tie. Will was too breathless to think about fighting. Alex fastened a chest harness around his boyfriend. He loved those, it were his favorite ties to do and to look at. "You're so handsome." Alex whispered as he looked at his bound boyfriend who was now sitting on the bed. Said boyfriend blushed a little and looked away with a small smile. "Okay !" Alex said loudly, slapping his hands making Will jump. "Time for the movie !" He bent down and carried Will bridal style. The latter started to squirm but stopped when he felt Alex stumbling and almost fall. "Heeeeh don't do that !" "Sorry sorry !" They exclaimed at the same time before laughing. Alex got a better hold and carried Will back to the living room, putting him on the couch. He went back to his DVDs. "Lula !" Will said to the dog who had followed them. "Gnaw at the ropes ! Come on girl!" He told her showing his arms. Lula obeyed and licked his fingers playfully. Alex looked and laughed while Will mumbled a "Useless dog." "Sooo... Amityville ?" Alex asked taking the boxes one by one. "What ? Uh... What about Alice in Wonderland ?" Alex rolled his eyes at Will. "Halloween ?" "Or Hercules ?" "Friday the 13th?" "Bambi !" "The exorcist !!... No too much for a first time." "For once we agree." "It?" "The one with the clown? Oh no, put Dumbo instead." "Oh you finally got the basics you're not completely lost... Texas chain saw massacre !" "The princess and the frog !" "The shining !" "My neighbour Totoro !" "The thing !" "The aristocats !" "Rosemary's baby!" "... Baby boss !" "Alien!" "Chicken little !" "Poltergeist !" "Aladdin !" Alex turned to Will shocked. The truth is that since Alex had been thrown tied up to a rock in a river, he couldn't watch Aladdin anymore. And Will knew it. He just had forgot. "Uh... uh no uh... Frozen !" "Will you let it go?" Alex asked making Will laugh. Alex stood up and went out the room. "Al?... Alex?... What are you doing?.... Stanford !" Will asked losing his smile and struggling against the ropes. Even if they weren't painful they hold well. Alex had improved since the first time they played. The tied up young man saw his boyfriend coming back with the bowl of popcorn in one hand and a handkerchief and a silk tie in the other. Will knew what it was for. "Oooh no... no no no... Don't you dare gagging me Alexander Javier Stanformmph!" "It's cute how you say my second name with your british accent." Alex said while stuffing his boyfriend's mouth. "Hey! Stop shaking your head !" He added as he tried to cleave gag him with the tie. "Ouchmmmph !" "Told you to stop ! I didn't want to pull at your hair while tying the knot!... Sorry." "Grmmph !" Will stopped moving frowning. "There ! Now I'm the one talking !" Alex went back to his pile of DVDs and looked for a nice one, happy his boyfriend won't talk back anymore. Will watched faking being furious, but in reality being half annoyed, half amused. Lula was asking for petting to Alex as she understood her master couldn't do it, for whatever reasons. Weird those humans. "I know ! Nightmare on Elm Street !" "Nmm nmm !" "There's a young and pretty Johnny Depp in it." Alex added with a kinky face. Will didn't make a sound. Then he shrugged. "Yeah ! Let's go !" Alex played the DVD and went beside Will, grabbing the popcorn. "Mmmph !" "What?" He teased. "Whmm whmm? Ymm kmmdmmgh !?" "Ah ah ah okay okay !" Alex said taking off Will's gag. The latter spat the soaked handkerchief at Alex's face. "Eeeew ! That's gross !" He exclaimed wiping his face. "Pffff we're kissing each other ! Now untie me so I can eat by myself." "Nuh nuh. I'm feeding you! Don't want you to escape. And if you complain, the gag goes back." "Okay.... Aaaah" Will said opening his mouth to receive the food before his appetite would be cut by the movie. Finally Will kind of liked it. The fact that Alex reassured him each time he was scared, that he pinpoint how the music was made in order to be scary, how the framing and atmosphere were meant to make you tense, helped a lot. But at the end of the evening Will told Alex that he was to expect a revenge from tying him up all evening and feeding him like a baby.