"Oh yes, quite." The Englishman smiled softly, trying to lead the chocolate eyed man into a false sense of security. "You see…the reason why I disrobed you, as I said before, relates to the powers that you stole from me so many years ago." He suddenly slapped the boy as if getting revenge for it. "I searched for two years, two years, on how to gain it all back. I'm the true master, you're just an imposter!"
Monty inhaled slowly, staying calm and keeping his temper in check. "I finally learned a few months back how to get it. There was a small passage that read 'if two were to fuse as one, the dominate will survive'. I asked myself for weeks what that meant. Could that mean I should kill you? The dominate part made sense, but not the 'fusing'. Then I wondered if it meant something more…cannibalism."
He shuddered, "Then I finally realized a week ago what it meant. One of my monkeys told me how old you were turning and my first thoughts were you and Kim…and sex. Then it hit me!" As if to emphasize the point, he brought his fist down on a table next to the bed. Quietly, Ron realized how ironic it was; Monty wanting to hurt him physically hardly did a thing, it was mentally that he was getting cut up. He kept referring to Kim, not realizing how much it stung poor Ron.
"Sex! If you and I were to…copulate, then I, being the dominate and top of course, would regain full power! Now that I know what you prefer, this should be much easier!"
Ron just laid there and gaped. He couldn't do much more, anyway. But if he could, he'd still stay there and stare with his mouth hanging open. It took a moment to comprehend everything.
"So…you're telling me…" He slowly spoke, "…That you…took me because…you needed to screw me for power?"
There was a sneer on Fist's face, "In layman's terms, yes."
Ron couldn't speak anymore, couldn't even think. Why, however, did the idea of this happening make him feel…excited? Just like when Monty straddled him earlier, he felt a stirring in his groin. Repressing a groan, he finally spoke up once more, "Then can you at least untie me? I'm naked so I don't think I'll be running anywhere."
"Hmm…if I do, how do I know you'll let me, as you said so charmingly, 'screw the power out of you'?" He pondered over this, his blue eyes watching the boy blush a dark red.
"I thought you liked a challenge." Ron mocked him lightly, secretly thankful when he didn't make any move to hit him. There was a tease in his voice and, what surprised him, was that it was real.
Was he…flirting?! He forced himself not to blush or even react to the thought. He had to be, for Monty wore a smile that as not sick or twisted…just a smile. And that smile calmed him down, made him feel relaxed even for a moment. So much chaos had happened these passed few days. Something small like a real smile, even from his soon-to-be-rapist, was exactly what he needed.
"You're right." With that, Monty leaned forward and pulled out a key from nowhere. Ron listened carefully, hearing the locks move and the chains fall. He immediately sat up and rubbed his wrists. They had angry red marks on them but they'd fade soon. At least he didn't use rope…
Ron used the silk blankets, which didn't help with the cold temperature, to wrap around him even more. Monkey Fist said nothing to this but instead, walk outside. "Oh and if I do see that mole rat…I'll be sure to lock him up for you."
Lying in a bed naked, he felt exhausted. He had paced the door for a full hour and couldn't think of anything to do, no way to escape. Because of his recent head wound, he had worn himself out. To say the least, he just wanted to sleep.
Would anyone find him? He thought as he closed his eyes to 'rest them.' Kim seemed to have been pissed off and disgusted, so there was no way of her helping. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't have any idea how to find him. Last time he checked, there wasn't a single tracking device in or on him.
His family wouldn't realize he was gone since they kicked him out. Sure they might think of the past and wish him back, but they wouldn't care. In fact, he thought, they'd be happy to know he was kidnapped. They'd be disgusted if they knew what for.
Inhaling shakily, he fought back tears. The silk cover he had over his body felt pretty warm…either that or the heater was turned on. He knew with a recent head injury he should stay awake, just in case of a concussion but…he couldn't. He gave up trying to control himself, his emotions. No one cared for him right now so who cared if he went into a coma or died.
Sleep overtook him like an Angel, a blessing. And he gratefully accepted.
Monkey Fist watched his prison with interest. He watched him with worry…concern even! Why? He didn't know…he thought about his feelings towards the young man but stopped himself. Force feeding himself a lie about how he needed the boy alive for the power, he continued to watch.
Before he had found that small passage so many months ago, he never really thought about Ron in that light. Now that he knew what it meant…sex. Of all things! He spent countless nights staying up, sitting in front of a fireplace, lost in thought. He couldn't get those brown haunting eyes out of his head!
He was forced to think about the boy, to think about his feelings towards him. There was a bit of guilt in the back of his mind, knowing his age. But after realizing that he was legal, he could only grin.
Monkey Fist watched the young man start to fall asleep. His eyes widened at this, cursing loudly. If he slept with a possible concussion, he could be in serious danger! With a lightning imitation, he sprinted into the room. Even the door being slammed to the wall didn't wake him.
"Stoppable!" He shouted, taking the young man by his shoulders in a vice grip. As he shook him violently, he tried shouting his name once more. There was no way he'd let him slip into a coma, at least not in his possession.
"Huh…wha…" Ron mumbled softly after getting slapped somewhat gently several times. His eyes fluttered open and landed upon the blurry Monty. "What…What, dude?!" He nearly shouted himself, obviously forgetting his current condition.
"One would think that with the knowledge of a head injury, not to sleep. What in the world is wrong with you?" Monty asked coldly, his eyes sparkling with anger and relief. Ron froze for a second; relief? Why would be he relieved?
Ignoring it for now, he sneered, "I'm tired, cold, in pain, and bored. Plus, so what if I fell into a coma or something? Less fight for you, it's an easy fuck!" He spat the last word, noticing how Monkey Fist flinched.
"An easy fuck, you say Mr. Stoppable?" His voice was dangerously low, his hands grabbing the boys wrists and pinned them above his head. He leaned forward and whispered to the boy under him, "I thought you knew I liked a challenge. I want you to be responsive when I regain total power. I want you to writher and whine when I tease you, when I bite you. I want to hear you moan and cry out, begging for release. I want you to whimper when I sink my teeth into you. The last thing I want, Ronald…is an 'easy fuck'."
Ron inhaled sharply at these words. The words themselves were nothing; it was the way his very sophisticated voice sounded. He felt uncomfortable suddenly, realizing the position they're in.
His control over his emotions, over his mind and body, had snapped long ago. With a sense of dread, the blond haired man felt his cock grow hard. Of course since Monty was basically straddling him, he felt it in a matter of seconds. Ron gulped rather loudly and tried to look away but…something about Monty's eyes were so…hypnotic. He could drown in them.
Monkey Fist wondered why the boy was blushing, but figured it must have been his words. It took only a moment for him to realize what Ron was really blushing about. He felt something underneath him, poking him in a sense. A small grin slowly turned into a huge manic smile. The boy's eyes looked frightened but interested and, dare Monty think, aroused.
"Looks like someone's excited…" He muttered softly. Using one hand to keep Ron's hands pinned high, he used his free one to slowly go down his body. He took off the covers slowly, stopping only for a second to pitch his nipples. He watched Ron wince at this action and continued his journey down.
The sheets were pulled off completely now and Monty stared at the young man's manhood. It appeared to grow harder just at the knowledge of being gaped at. Monkey Fist chuckled darkly as he used his free hand to grasp the base of it, satisfied when Ron gasped with pleasure.
"You've never felt this before, have you Ronald? You've never felt another man grab your cock…fantasized about it, I'm sure though. Am I right?" There was an underlying tone of smugness in his voice.
When Ron closed his eyes tight and bit his lips, as if ensuring he'd never answer, Monty frowned. He squeezed painfully on Ron, watching his eyes pop open and a yelp escape his mouth. Taking advantage of his lips being parted, Monkey Fist dove down and slid his tongue into his mouth. Surprisingly, Ron did not yank away or even try to bite him; he enjoyed it. He allowed the intruder to stay put and tried to fight for dominance. Monty chuckled inwardly, giving a light experimental squeeze on the boy, smiling when he heard a muffled moan.
"T-this is sick…and wrong…it's disgusting." Ron finally spoke up after catching his breath. His words were lies; in fact, he felt the complete opposite about the whole thing. He loved the feeling of Monty's lips on his, his fingers wrapped around his cock. But because of these feelings, he had gotten kicked out of his house. He was simply repeating what his parents and Kim said, echoing their ignorant shouts.
For the first time since Ronald awoke chained up, Monty spoke in a gentle soothing voice. "That's what you were taught to believe, Ron. But you and I both know it's a lie, that you don't believe it. What you believe…is that this…what you're feeling is normal and good. You love it, Ron. You know how I know? I'm holding it right now…Just give in." He whispered in Ron's ear, "Stop thinking all together, just feel the pleasure. Give into your primal instincts. Just…enjoy."
Ron was about to speak when he did exactly just that, just stopped thinking and enjoyed. Monkey Fist sucked on his earlobe, grinding his own clothed erection against Ron's. A moan echoed in the chilly room.
"If I release you…" He started carefully. "…Will you be willing to do what I say?"
Ron nodded, feeling his mind become a little dizzy. "Stay still then." He felt his wrists become light and felt the weight on his body, Monty in other words, slide down farther. The cold air, in result, nipped at his skin, giving him Goosebumps.
"Oh don't worry Stoppable…you'll be warm in just a little bit." Monty chuckled as he licked the boy's flat stomach. His tongue traveled from there down to the black patch of hair. It surprised Monty since Ron had blond hair, but he ignored it for now.
Ron let out something very similar to a howl when he felt some wet and hot wrap around his erection. Glancing down, he moaned even louder than before at the site before him; Monkey Fist, his great arch enemy, had deep throated him. It was no mystery that he had done this before but since it was Ron's firs time, he felt overwhelmed with pleasure. It took what little self-control he had left not to cum right then and there.
Just when Ron thought this couldn't get any better, he felt Monty suck on his head. Grasping the bed sheets until his knuckles were a pale white, the chocolate brown eyed man groaned loudly. His hips thrust in the air, getting his cock farther into Monty's mouth, on their own accord.
With a sly grin, Monty held down his hips with ease and continued to suck. He pulled away only to lick the underside, making Ron shiver and cry out. He knew the boy was close, this probably being his first blow-job. Taking his whole dick in his mouth, he continued to do what he did best. Ron's eyes rolled in the back of his head, a gasp mixed with a scream. He cried out Monty's name, his real one, as he came. Monkey Fist smiled inwardly, swallowing every white drop he could get greedily.
Ron lay there, panting and trying to remain conscious. "Well Mr. Stoppable…" Monty was smirking smugly, he could tell without looking. "If you enjoyed that, then you'll just love what I'm planning to do next."
