Pain

Chase was now walking furiously down the last of several flights of stairs, to the very bottom of the building. It was cold and wet down here, the most uncomfortable place he had ever been, excluding the Putnam Barn. Once he reached the bottom, he was faced with a pair of double doors with large rusted iron hinges. Surprisingly, they opened without a sound, leading into a dark room. He eagerly stepped inside wanting no needing to vent out the anger that Tyler had caused him. The only light in this room came form a single dying torch on the wall opposite him. It was sitting directly above his pride and joy of a prisoner; Caleb Danvers.

Caleb was chained to the wall in almost the same way that he had been in the other room. His arms were outstretched, going straight out from his body, and clamped in place by thick metal bands at the wrists and the middle of his triceps. He was kneeling, close to the ground, his torso resting on the heels of his feet. His head had been bowed down, looking towards the ground, but their eyes met as soon as Chase had entered the room. Once Chase had taken his first few steps in however, he looked back down at the ground, apathetic.

"Well, well, well... Master Danvers... how are you enjoying the special accomidations we've made for you? I tried to make everything perfect for you... it was hard to get the place this disgusting." Chase said as a rat scurried across the floor between them. "I hope you're alright with it all."

Caleb kept his head down as he spoke, trying not to move his neck. "Yeah, its really nice down here, I'm surprised you were willing to give up your room for me." His voice was weak, and emotionless.

Chase smirked at the dry false humor in his statement. He tilted his head to the side, and walked forward a few more steps towards Caleb. Grabbing Caleb's chin forcefully, he twisted the kneeling boy's neck upward to face him. "You should look at me when I'm talking to you." Caleb winced in obvious pain and Chase relished the look. He let go of Caleb's face, almost throwing it back down, and turned around, beginning to pace back and forth in front of him.

"You, Caleb, have done some very stupid things in the past. You denied me your power. You almost killed me. THEN you denied me your power AGAIN." Chase stopped pacing just in front of him, then continued, "You know, lately you've just been pissing me off to no end..." Chase threw yet another punch at Caleb's face, adding to the countless bruises already there. A thin trickle of blood began to flow out of his mouth where it seemed that Caleb had bit himself.

"You see, I don't like it when i don't get what I want. And all you seem to do for me, is make sure to not give me what I want." Chase had started pacing again. "I have a sense of pride in always having what I want or need. I have always been able to get it, whether it was given to me, or I had to take it by force. But in the end, I always... always... got it. Then I met you." Chase stopped a few feet away from him, staring down at the pretty boy's face. "And you taught me the word 'no'... well, lets just say that I'm not fond of it." Chase shot a thick bubbling ball of energy towards Caleb, crushing him up against the wall, causing him to groan in pain.

"I don't like not getting what I want." Chase said, pulling out a knife and holding it to Calebs outstretched arm. He let the tip of the blade rest against the soft skin of his inner forearm, then dragged it ever-so lightly down along it towards his wrist. Caleb hissed softly, as blood slowly began to form where the blade had been. Chase did the same to the other arm, and then drew a line down the middle of his chest as well, just for the hell of it.

Chase was drawn to the blood, mesmerized by it. He was pulled to it's thick red color, the metallic scent, it's dark seductive sheen. He ran his hands up and down the wounds, smearing the crimson liquid all over his hands and fingers. He held up his hand, looking at it in the flickering torch-light. He scoffed at himself, flipping his hand over a few times, then brought a finger to his lips, lapping up the blood. Instantly his senses went on full alert, snapping into overdrive. He breathed in its unique smell, letting it take him over for a brief moment. He reveled in it all for an instant, then as quickly as it came on, he came back to the room. He returned to Caleb Danvers, for whom he held a passionate hatred like no other.

He needed to beat him, needed for the boy to feel pain. Chase wiped the blood off his hands against the denim of his jeans, turning around and walking away from the slightly younger man. He laughed at the scene around him. He had fabricated it so many times in his mind over the past few months that it was almost surreal to be actually happening. He flung his arm out to the side, a whip instantly appearing in his hand. Caleb felt the quiet rustle of power flashing through the air around him, then the tail of the whip as it was brought down across his chest. It wasn't that harsh of a flick, but it wasn't soft either.

Caleb winced, pulling back towards the wall, away from the pain. A small welt was forming where the knot had landed, pressing into his skin. A few seconds later, another crack of the whip was felt across his chest, this time in the opposite direction. Then there was another, and another, and yet another, each belt of it increasing in intensity and speed.

Chase laughed, pacing back and forth in front of him. "It's a shock whip." he said, mocking him with every syllable. "Each time i increase the speed that it flies at, the level of electricity increases." He flung the whip towards Caleb once again with a quiet zing, still harder than before. There was a very dim flash of light as the shock was transfered through his skin and into him. Caleb moaned softly but made no other sound. Chase growled angrily and flung the whip harder and harder. The shocks grew and grew in energy but still Caleb refused to give in.

"You are going to scream" Chase spat in Caleb's face. He paced as he spoke. He had to have that one scream, he had some insane craving for it, a need almost. He didn't even understand why. His rage was clouding his vision.

"Screw you" Caleb spat back through his teeth. Chase knew that he wouldn't have what he wanted without a fight. He would have to bargain for it. He snapped the whip at Caleb again in his frustration. Small beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, bringing him chills in the cool room.

"Oh trust me, that can be arranged," Chase laughed and cracked the whip once more increasing the voltage yet again. Still Caleb made no sound other then a small muffled growl of pain. "So you insist on keeping your mouth shut then do you? Well if you want to be silent... maybe I can help you out..." Chase's face twisted into a harsh, evil smile. "Oh and you will do what I say and play along with this little game... or else..."

"Or else... what?" Caleb cut him off, "What are you possibly going to do to me if I don't? What is there left that you could do me?" he laughed a little as he spoke, the pain driving him into slight madness.

"To you?" said Chase mockingly, "Who ever said anything about doing something to you... No... I need you here and usable. Otherwise, what would I do to pass the time! I've got a good long wait ahead of me... A good long time when I can play with you... but there are other things I can do..."

"Like what..." Caleb said. It wasn't difficult for Chase to sense the fear and worry in his voice.

Chase let out a mock sigh before he spoke. "You wouldn't want your friend's discomfort on you would you, Right now Tyler is in a nice warm, comfortable room, with delicous food and everything else. But that could all change in an instant... I could move him into a duengeon and torture him insead. If thats what you want. And I could do far more damage to the others too if you push me to it. It's all up to you really..."

"Don't hurt them..." Caleb said, glaring at him. "Not on my account..." His voice became softer as he spoke, and he dropped his head again. This was almost too easy for Chase to handle. There was hardly anything for him to do. All that was needed was a threat of pain to his friends, and Caleb would do anything that he wanted him to. The satisfaction running through him at this thought was simply immesurable.

He smiled and said in a calm voice, "I won't... but only!, if you not only do what I say but you must also react to it. And I want to here you say that you agree to this. I don't want to have to deal with any little... arguments... on that matter later on." An evil little smirk began to crawl its way onto his face.

"I'll... I'll do whatever you want... just don't... just don't punish them because of me..." a silent tear ran down his cheek as he spoke. He knew that now he would have to do every little thing that he was asked, without complaint. But better him than his friends. He would do anything for them, and always had.

"And...?" Chase prompted, his voice interrupting Caleb's silent thoughts. Chase had taken a few steps toward him, but Caleb didnt seem to notice. He was staring at the ground, eyes unblinking.

"... And I'll be a willing participant... and... react... too whatever it is you do, in whatever way you see fit." Caleb said tentitively, as if preparing for the worst.

"So really," Chase said in amusment, "you're my slave then." Caleb said nothing and kept his head bowed. "Come come!" Chase said, "Your failing at what you've agreed to already... how unfortunate, I should go upstairs and show Tyler just how dissappointed I am." He ;icked his lips suggstively at the mention of Tyler, glorious images of the two of them flashing through his mind.

"No wait don't... I..." Chase was pulled out of his daydream by Caleb's almost fully broken voice. He looked back to Caleb again, all thoughts of Tyler vanishing, and a whole new set of fantasies taking his place. They were all too wonderful to immagine, and he got chills just thinking about all the fun he could have. He thought that he should maybe start them now, and contemplated what would be the best to start with.

"You what, what are you then." Chase had to fully break him, and the easiest way to do that would be to force him into a complete and total verbal submission.

Caleb didn't look up at all. He thought about all the things he had done before to keep his friends out of harms way. He would have died for them only a few short months ago. He didn't know which was worse, this... or death. 'Was it worth it always?' he thought to himself. 'Was this?' he dwelled on these thoughts for a few moments, but in the end he knew what he had to do.

"Im yours, your slave, I'll do as you want... just don't hurt them even more..." Caleb said quietly. He would do what was necessary, he always did.(<----- I heart this line~R)


Instantly Chase flung himself upon the younger man, sliding his tongue up the side of his neck. Caleb's tight muscles were tantalizing, though no where near as good as Pogues. He bit down gently into the soft flesh just above his shoulder. He nibbled and licked his way up to his ear, closing his teeth down lightly on a lobe, tugging a little.

"Don't forget our little bargain now..." Chase whispered, the harshness in his voice still ever-apparent. Caleb pursed his lips, taking in a deep breath through his nose, and leaned into Chase's shoulder. He bit into Chase's neck uncertainly, then decided that it was better to just give in now. He licked up and down his neck, then shoulder and collar bone. Chase shuddered in delight that he had given up his fight against the inevitable so quickly.

"What is it that you want from me...?" Caleb asked, not backing away from his ear. He didn't want to waste time, the less time spent doing what he so did not want to do the better.

"Oh I think you know..." Chase smirked, continuing. "But let's start out light... we'll save the sex for later..." He laughed a little, then shoved his buldging crotch in Caleb's face. Caleb turned his head away, but Chase slapped him across the cheek saying "you'll do what I wish you to, slave. Now you are gonna fucking suck my cock, wether you want to or not. Here, let me help you." With a wave of his hand, his pants and boxers were around his ankles, exposing him to the open air.

Caleb closed his eyes, not wanting to look at what was infront of him. He couldn't do it, yet he had to. He hissed out "my hands are tied." Chase smiled, then unbound him. Caleb was breathing heavy, and his movements were slow, but he slowly reached his hand up, taking Chase's swolen cock into his hand. He began to move his hand up and down the shaft, pumping slowly. Chase plastered an evil grin onto his face, tilting his head back in pleasure.

"Come my slave... suck on it... you know you want to." He said, doing his best not to laugh. He loved humiliating him so, forcing him into one of the few things he once said he would never do. The satisfaction he recieved at knowing he and he alone could break 'the golden boy of Ipswich.'

"Yes... master..." Caleb replied, finally looking at what he was holding. He wasn't really sure what to do though. He wasn't the slightest bit gay, and hadn't done anything with anyone at all anyway. His mouth fell open slightly in intimidation, but he didn't move foreward. His hands kept at what they were doing and continued stroking.

"NOW Slave!" Chase said impatiently, then shoved his cock forward, forcing it into Caleb's mouth. He gagged slightly, not used to the feeling of it, then slowly adjusted and started moving his head back and forth slightly, his hand still moving.

Chase's head rolled back on his shoulders, and he put his hand on the back of calebs head grabbing a fist full of hair, then pulled it back and forth at a rythem that he liked. Chase moaned lightly and started bobbing Calebs head back and forth even faster and harder. Caleb began to choke with every bob of his head, and began to concentrate on keeping his throat as far back from the invasion as possible. He started to flick his tongue around and move his mouth and hand faster, trying to get it over with, then he remebered what Chase had said.

Caleb began to suck as hard as he could, causing Chase to ghasp saying, "oh shit Caleb... Gods' your mouth feels so good... take it slave, take it!" He continued sucking and flicking his tongue around the fast-moving shaft in his mouth. It took only a few more pumps before Chase exploaded in Calebs mouth. Caleb spat out the salty liquid as Chase braced himself against the wall. After a few moments, he recovered, straightening himself out.

He took a few steps back from his pet, then said "well, its a start." Then he turned and walked out of the room.