I had cooked breakfast and made coffee like I was normal that morning. Everything I did was out of necessity. I ate and drank because my body needed it to sustain me. Slept and exercised for the same reason. The requirements in my life were simple and biologically imperative. The food I consumed tasted as I assumed it should. I rarely contemplated or compared my existence.
Who said that I wasn't normal in an abnormal world? That violence wasn't the natural order of things. Unnatural death as population control.
I rinsed the last plate and placed it in the dish drain. Rinsed and dried the sink. I'd checked on my guest that morning, and he still slept.
Harrison's basic needs were requirements for his stay with me. I pivoted on my toes to study the tray of food and then glanced at a large duffel bag that contained the items I'd packed when I'd awakened. There was a roughly enclosed room in the corner of the cellar I assumed the original owners used as a pantry when the home was built. The door had long since disappeared. There was a spigot beside the entrance. He would be able to clean himself and get his own water, but I would provide food.
He wouldn't be in my care long. When his time came, and my boredom reappeared, I'd do away with him as I'd done all the rest. I was still unsure about the reason I wanted to keep him. I understood my compulsion to play with him. To absorb his pain for a momentary reprieve from my existence. I'd threatened him with the demand for a blowjob, but I had no intention of fucking him.
Experiencing emotion through the study of another was one of the few acts I found fascinating. I returned the mask to my face, securing the buckles at the back of my head. I took two measured steps and rearranged the items on the tray. The food was still warm from where I'd stored it in the oven. It was the same as I'd eaten, eggs, bacon, and toast. I picked up the tray and balanced it on one hand as I strode to the door. I slid the bolt lock aside and pushed the door open with my toes. I easily leaned down to grab the handles of the bag and straightened
The stairs strained under my slight weight. I'd used the cellar only on one other occasion. Most of my jobs were as an assassin, but there were certain times that my employer wanted information. That man had found himself chained to one of the support pillars. I hadn't cared about his basic needs. The interrogation took no more than twelve hours, and I'd left the bloody and broken man on a sidewalk as a warning.
I walked easily through the dark and crouched to place the items I held on the floor. The lantern would only require him to wind it up. I did so and then set it on one of the shelves on the right side of the little room.
“Hello?”
His voice was broken and slightly husky from sleep. I didn't respond, just finished placing more blankets on the remaining shelf space along with books to keep him occupied. I spread a towel on the ground and laid my whip on top of it. I stroked the woven leather with the tips of my fingers. I couldn't remember the last time I'd removed it from its box, and I felt a brief thrill at the thought of using it.
Then I removed the last item from the bag. One I'd left last night to purchase for him. I straightened and placed it in my pocket. When I approached him, he cowered back to the wall. I didn't say a word as I released his cuffs from the chain secured to the wall.
He whimpered in pain as I jerked him to his feet with my hand fisted in his soft hair. I quickly had him secured to a pillar in the center of the cellar. He twisted his body to conceal his cock from me. His bulky frame was covered in thick, dark hair. His pubes were wild and untrimmed.
“Be still,” I ordered as I gripped his hips and forced him back on the rough wood.
He refused to meet my gaze as I pulled the chain to turn on the bulb above his head. His body was stretched taut by his cuffs over the hook high enough to force him to stand on his toes. I studied him as I would an object. To me, he wasn't anything more than a possession—something to be used and discarded when it had served its purpose. I pinched the softness of his belly, spun him and squeezed his ass until he gave me another pain-filled sound. I measured the breadth of his back with the flats of my hands. He had a patch of hair in the hollow of his lower back and more on his shoulders.
I spun him back to face me. His face was red, and tears streamed down his cheeks. I frowned and felt my brows pull together. I raised my hand, stroked the wetness from one cheek and then brought my fingers to my mouth to lick the saltiness from the tips.
The groan that slipped from my throat took me by surprise. I dropped my arm to my side, and when I grabbed his cock, he tried to kick and attempted to swing away. I squeezed harder until he yelped.
“The more you fight me, the more I'll make you hurt. Am I understood?”
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Now, you are not to touch yourself without my permission. You are only allowed to touch your cock if it's to take a piss. From this moment on, I own it and every orgasm you have.”
I could see the war raging in his eyes. His will to survive overshadowing his rage. It was there. The anger that said he'd attempt to hurt me the moment his hands were free. As easily as he gave into my orders, I had a feeling that maybe he wouldn't break as fast as I'd first anticipated.
With my left hand still secure around his cock, I reached into my pocket with my right to remove the cool metal. I only released his penis long enough to use the key to remove the lock and open the thickest ring. He didn't speak, simply stood there as I slipped his flaccid length into the device. I closed it trapping his cock and balls. I shivered at the whisper of the click as I secured the tiny lock. When I stepped back, I crossed my arms over my chest to admire the chastity device. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His head tipped all the way back to hide his expression from me.
“Look at me, boy.”
I advanced on him, gripped the metal and jerked. His watery gaze met mine, but there was also defiance there.
“Boy, what did I tell you last night? What was rule number one?”
“I was to follow all orders, or I would earn punishment.”
“Exactly.” I spun him away from me. I ignored my whip for now. I spanked him with no mercy, his screams mixed with the sound of his flesh and metal hitting the beam. I didn't soothe or pause; I spanked until my handprint was red and swollen on his hairy ass cheeks.
“Do you like that, boy? Sir showing you the error of your ways?” I asked as I spread his cheeks and pushed my thumb to his tight, wrinkled hole. The muscles resisted the intrusion, and I shallowly worked him. I held his cheeks open as he tried to clench and spin away from my touch.
“No.”
I turned him back around. His cock was soft inside the cage. His chest abraded from the beam. He even had scratches where the rough surface had broken the skin.
“Good. Your pain is all I want. Your pleasure is unimportant.”
I left him there as I moved upstairs, washed my gloved hands, and then grabbed the small air mattress I'd prepared earlier. I ignored his presence as I finished getting his space ready. I gave him no more than he needed. The books were left over from a time I attempted to analyze my lack of sexual attraction and the depth of my emotional detachment.
I released him and drove him to his hands and knees. “Crawl.”
He did as ordered, but I noticed his movements faltered, and I smacked his abused ass. The pain caused him to collapse, and with his wrists secured, he was unable to protect himself.
“I said crawl.”
He moved quicker. An odd sensation prickled at my nape. It was that feeling I had when I was being watched. Although, that wasn't the case. There were sensors all over my property, and my system would've alerted me at the first step onto my land.
He surged forward into the small space and huddled against the wall.
“There's a spigot for water. There's a toilet.” I pointed to a darkened corner where a tiny alcove was hidden. The bowl was cracked, and besides a single flush when I first moved in, I assumed it worked.
“Why are you doing this? I want to go home. Please, just, I won't tell anyone. I don't even know who you are.”
Each word fell off his tongue with increasing desperation. They cracked with fear and frustration, if I felt anything, I might have had a moment of remorse. His tears and pleas didn't move me.
My brows drew tightly together behind the mask. What did I see him as except an object? The means for a fleeting break from routine. My cock remained soft and unmoved. Whatever I'd experienced at his pain was a muted thrill.
“This is your home now. When I am done with you, I will dispose of you as I see fit. If I'm feeling merciful, your death will be quick. Don't make me hurt you more than necessary. I will definitely enjoy it more than you. Eat and prepare…your first lesson begins after lunch. Do not wander any farther than the bottom step. Disobey, and you'll find yourself chained to the wall again.”
I bent and picked up my whip, hung it from a hook in the doorway.
His gaze fixed on the coiled length of leather. As the light of the lantern faded, his eyes grew wide and frightened. I studied that expression until all was dark and I backed up, I turned and strode toward the overhead light. I turned it off and removed the bulb, my fingertips burned, yet I was as calm as always.
I longed to feel. To experience what others did. Maybe I wasn't human, but a demon as my parents accused me of being as I descended further into the nothingness. I didn't miss what I'd never felt. That's where my obsession had bloomed from. The fact that I didn't understand what it meant to be human.
As the bolt slid into place, my phone chimed from my office. It was the one I only used for my employer. He rarely used my services so close together, and even though I wanted to play with my new toy, I required something to soothe the beast who demanded I take a life. I'd do away with Harrison soon enough, but for now, I'd keep him. But for how long?