Chapter 2

Jay slowly regained consciousness. He took a moment to shake off the grogginess he felt from the drug that Cashel had given him. As he studied his surroundings, he found himself in a poorly illuminated room that resembled a lab. Jay then looked at his own position; he was tied to a bare bed frame standing up against the wall. His arms were spread, his wrists tied parallel to his head. Jay looked down and realized two more things. First, that his waist, thighs, and ankles were also tied to the frame. The second thing was that his jacket had been removed, leaving him cold and topless.

Now that Jay knew his situation, he wanted to get out. He flexed his fingers and twisted his wrist, squirming to either slip his wrists out, or break the ropes. However, he was still tightly bound.

"Ah, I see the little brat is awake," a sinister voice said from the shadows.

Jay gasped. "That voice..."

To confirm his suspicions, Solon stepped out into the dim light.

"Welcome, Jay," he grinned. "Perhaps you're wondering where you are."

Jay only stared at him for a response.

"Well, that's not important," Solon continued. "But perhaps you're wondering why I brought you here, correct?"

Jay still remained silent.

Solon began to move towards him. "We've had a lot of fun times training together, haven't we?"

Jay's muscles tensed up involuntarily as Solon closed the distance between them. Solon paused as he noticed this.

"It's fascinating how your body tenses up as I move closer to you, although I haven't even done anything...yet."

He moved to within an inch from Jay, who flexed his fingers, squirming lightly against his restraints. Solon stroked his own chin, carefully watching Jay's exposed body. He watched every muscle as Jay continued to flex and squirm. Solon felt a deep longing from within, a strong desire to reach out and touch the boy's ivory skin. And now that the apprentice stood helpless before him, Solon was free to touch him as he pleased.

"What do you suppose causes your body to react like that, Jay?" he asked.

Still no response from the apprentice.

"Well, it matters not," Solon continued. "Your body movements are so beautiful."

Finally, Jay spoke. "Wh...what are you trying to do?"

Solon grinned. "Do you really want to know? Very well, I'll show you."

He placed his left hand on Jay's shoulder, and his right hand on his abdomen. He then caressed Jay's exposed skin with his hands, while Jay began to fully struggle.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" Jay ordered.

Solon naturally ignored him as he now caressed the boy's skin with his fingertips. "If you can stop me, Jay, I suggest you try."

He brought his hands back up Jay's body despite his desperate struggles. Jay even tried to free one of his legs to kick his tormentor, but that attempt was just as futile.

"Get off me!" he cried.

Solon grinned again. "That's right, keep struggling, Jay. Flex those muscles for me."

Jay struggled again, but then thought better of himself. Solon must be touching him because he was struggling. So perhaps if Jay stopped struggling, Solon would stop touching him. Jay paused to catch his breath, while Solon stepped back to visually examine Jay's body again.

"I've been doing some research, Jay," he said. "Needless to say, physical restraint makes you feel more vulnerable, does it not? However, I also read that removing one's clothes will also make them feel vulnerable. That's why I removed your top when I brought you here."

Solon stepped forward, softly stroking Jay's face and sliding his thumb across his lips. "So how do you feel, Jay? You feel vulnerable, don't you? I know you do."

"Wh...what's your point?" Jay asked.

Solon's face soured, and then he threw a fierce backfist to Jay's face. Jay coughed as a reaction, and Solon moved in to caress his body again.

"The point is that you are helpless and vulnerable, and I can do anything I want to you." To emphasize his point, Solon caressed him with his fingertips again, then gathered some flesh in between his fingers and squeezed it hard. "Understand?"

"Arrgh!" Jay screamed in pain.

Solon cupped his chin. "I'll take that as a yes."

He gave Jay an open-handed slap to the face, then turned around and began pondering to himself, leaving Jay to contemplate his fate.

Excellent! Solon thought. This is more fun than I thought it would be.

Jay only stared down at his restrained and exposed body. At this point, he realized how futile it was to struggle. But he would not give up. He had to wait for the right moment to escape, but in the meantime, he had no choice but to endure Solon's torture.

Solon turned to face Jay again. "Do you remember what we learned in training, Jay? We learned that losing our sight can enhance our other senses. Let's see how true that is..."

He walked up to Jay and carefully placed one hand over his eyes. Jay gasped as his muscles tensed up again.

"Ah, so it is true," Solon said. "How do you feel now, Jay? Restrained, exposed, and blinded...you feel more helpless than you've ever felt before, don't you?"

Jay shook his head, trying to shake Solon's hand off, but Solon maintained a good grip. "Solon...stop..."

Solon grinned. "You know it's pointless to beg for mercy."

He reached out towards Jay's body with his free hand, stopping only an inch away from his skin. Jay flexed his muscles involuntarily.

"Ah, so you feel my other hand already," Solon pointed out. "Let's see what happens when I actually touch you."

He rested his hand flatly on Jay's chest. Jay gasped as his body instantly quivered at the unwanted touch.

"Ah, excellent..." Solon purred. "Now I know why I took you in. Your senses are sharp...perfect for a situation like this."

"Solon...let me go..." Jay said softly.

"Why?" Solon asked innocently.

"Because...I..."

"Yes?"

"I...I..." Jay found himself choking.

Solon removed his hand from Jay's eyes and patted his cheek gently. "I'm waiting for an answer, Jay."

"Because..." Jay's eyes began to water due to the return of his eyesight.

"Aw, are you frightened, Jay?" Solon gently wiped the tears from his eyes.

Jay clenched his fists within their restraints. "Y...yes..."

Solon caressed Jay's lips with his thumb again. "There's no need to be frightened." He bent over, lightly kissing the nape of Jay's neck while moving his hand down his body, stroking the area between his legs. "This is your dear master you're dealing with."

"Ugh!" Jay cried out as Solon touched his inappropriate area. "You...you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Oh yes. I absolutely love it." Solon gave him a small lick on the neck.

Jay squirmed at this. Oh, please don't do that...

"You're not putting up much of a struggle," Solon pointed out. "You must be enjoying this as well."

He covered Jay's eyes with his left hand, while hovering his right hand over his bare skin. Occasionally, he gave Jay a light poke in various points of the body. Jay flinched with each poke.

"So let me ask you something, Jay," Solon continued softly. "If you had me in your position, would you do these things to me?"

"N-No!" Jay responded.

Solon straightened himself and folded his arms. "And why not?"

"Because I'm not sick-minded like you are!"

Solon gave Jay another hard punch to the face. Jay recovered from the blow, then looked up to see a dagger – his own dagger – in Solon's hand.

"Do you know what this is, Jay?"

Jay's eyes widened. "That's..."

Solon grinned. "That's right. This is your own weapon."

He rested the blade on Jay's shoulder, barely touching his neck.

"Are you aware that I can kill you at will?" Solon asked.

"Yes..." Jay said in a low voice.

"Do you wish to die?"

"No!"

"Ah hah hah!" Solon leaned in close, getting right into Jay's face. "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. That would deprive me of the pleasure of toying with you."

He covered Jay's eyes again and knelt down in front of him. Jay tensed up, bracing himself for some incredible pain, knowing that Solon had the dagger in his hand. Solon pressed the blade flat on Jay's chest. Jay shivered at the cold steel pressing against his skin. He then felt the blade as it moved firmly down his body.

"Don't breathe too hard, Jay," Solon warned. "You could cut yourself."

Jay kept as still as he could, but he still found himself trembling in fear. He then felt something warm and wet moving up his body. At first he thought it was his own blood, but then realized that it didn't hurt at all. It felt much more disgusting than blood. It could only be Solon's tongue

"Arrgh!!" Jay screamed in disgust.

Solon rose again, uncovering Jay's eyes and gripping his chin. "My dear apprentice...I must leave you for a short while. But only for a while."

He stroked Jay's forehead and gave him a light kiss, then turned around and left the room. Jay watched him leave, pondering the fact that he was still as helpless as he was when he had woken up. With no choice but to await Solon's return, Jay lowered his head, fighting back his overwhelming urge to cry.