"You'll be, fine John...don't you worry your head." Randy told him before he turned the radio on. John wanted to laugh if it wasn't so insane. Don't worry? He was tied up in a car with a lunatic who had a gun going who knows where. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as Randy pulled out, having no idea how long they would be traveling.
After around six hours on the road John began to be in physical misery to match the mental. He had not been able to relieve himself since the afternoon before dinner with Randy and his bladder felt ready to explode. The tight rope around his ankles was digging in painfully, causing his legs to be asleep. He grunted through the tape sealing his mouth, trying to get Randy's attention before he had to urinate on himself, kicking the front seat with his bound feet.
"We will be stopping soon, Johnny." Randy replied. Reaching his destination he pulled up a long drive following signs to a small motel. He stopped near the front lobby. "Be right back." He hopped out and headed inside. Despite his efforts John felt his body give in as he waited, the warm liquid running down his legs and drenching the front of his board shorts. He had drank a lot with dinner and it had been at least 10 hours or so since he went last. His cheeks flushed red in embarrassment although it obviously wasn't his fault. He rolled on his side facing away from the front of the vehicle. He felt humiliated and angry Randy was doing this to him. What had he ever done to deserve this? His heart ached as he thought of Nikki and how her death would destroy Brie. The woman had touched his heart in a way no one had for years. He knew he had to try to hide some of the rage he felt if he wanted to live through this. The more he mourned Nikki the darker Randy's looks became. His friend just couldn't face the fact that he had loved his girlfriend.
Randy returned a few minutes later. His nose scrunched as he opened the door. "Damn...sorry, Johnny." He got in but opened the windows before he started driving again. It was just a few moments before it stopped again. John didn't even try to respond. He felt sick inside, hardly able to believe the past few hours were real. Surely it was all some twisted nightmare. He would wake up and have a good laugh with Randy over it all. Randy got out and moved to the back of the vehicle he took a glance around before opening it. He moved to free John's feet. He then moved grabbing the bags. "Come on. Walk if you want a shower." They were at some little remote getaway type place.
John climbed from the vehicle, glancing around in hopes someone would be nearby. Seeing no one his heart sank as he followed Randy inside. Randy led John to the door of the tiny cabin like place. He unlocked the door holding it for John. It was small and not exactly the best of conditions. Randy shut the door after them locking it. "No screaming or I will put it back on." He told John motioning to the tape. He moved to the hotel phone, removing the handset cord.
John nodded while knowing full well if the situation arose where he could get help he would scream his head off regardless of a promise. "Good." Randy moved to grab the corner of the tape. "Just like a band-aid." He stated before giving a quick yank. John winced at the sting but said nothing, having nothing to say to the man. He hated Randy for what he had done. Randy moved to unlock John's hands even if he knew it was a risk. "Go shower...I grabbed clothing for you." John immediately came to life once his hands were freed, tackling Randy as he hoped to catch the younger man off guard. He knew in the strength department he was far superior.
Randy gave a yelp himself as the two tumbled to the ground beginning to wrestle each other. While John had strength Randy had speed, and skill. "You should have known better than that, Ran." John snarled as they rolled on the floor. "Give me an inch I'll kick in the damn door."
"I fucking tried to be nice to you…" Randy snapped yet sounded hurt. "Give you a chance to rest. This how you repay me?" He tried to elbow John where ever it would land.
"You should know me better...I'm disappointed in you." John almost taunted. "I NEVER give up..." He was cut off as an unexpected elbow hit his gut, knocking the wind out of him for a minute.
Randy tried to roll John, pinning him face down with his knees. The gun was out and pressed to the base of John's skull in seconds. "You try that again and I will shoot you!"
John took a deep breath and forced himself to lay still. "I won't." He said through clenched teeth, cursing Randy mentally.
"Now...you can get cleaned….or I throw you back in just like you are."
"I'll get cleaned." John answered, angry with himself that he hadn't been able to overpower the younger man. "How much farther do we have to go anyway?"
"A good while." Randy replied.
"Great." John sighed. "Are you going to get off me so I can clean up?"
"Oh yeah. Sorry." Randy oddly apologized as he moved the gun away and stood up.
John stood and headed for the bathroom, pausing a moment at the door. "What about clothes? My shorts are dirty."
Randy moved to one of the dropped bags setting it on the bed. "I said I brought some for you."
John walked to the bed and looked through the bag, pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. "No underwear?" He sighed, taking the clothes and walking to the bathroom. He did not want Randy seeing him naked knowing his unhealthy obsession with him now. Randy growled faintly under his breath. He would see John in time. While he was in the bathroom Randy took one of the padded chairs in the room placed it against the door. He sat down relaxing.
John found the bathroom to be somewhat simple but adequate. He used the cheap soap he found to wash himself off and then dried with a scratchy towel before dressing in the clean clothes. He hated how low the shorts rode on his hips without underwear so he pulled the shirt down to cover himself more. Looking in the mirror John tried to think of something to do while he was free but he couldn't risk being shot. Moving to open the door, John saw it wouldn't budge so he knocked.
Randy looked over standing up before moving to the door. "Yes, John?"
"I'm finished." John called through the door, holding his soiled shorts.
"Okay?" Randy was confused till he tried to open the door. "You locked it?"
"No. Maybe it's stuck." John pushed his weight against it and it opened. "Damn cheap hotel." He mumbled, walking past Randy.
"Well, rest while you can." Randy told John moving back to the chair. John just glared at Randy, moving to the full sized bed. He put the shorts in the bag and then climbed in the bed, curling on his side and closing his eyes. The warm shower had soothed his sore ankles and wrists from the restraints. Randy relaxed but kept his eyes on the bed. It was a couple hours and he could feel his eyes drooping. He got up moving to the bed to see if John was awake or asleep. John was breathing deeply. Tear stains could be seen on his face revealing the pain he was too proud to show Randy. Randy kept the gun in hand as he lightly touched John's shoulder. "John."
"Mmm?" John mumbled, eyes still closed. "What?"
"I need to tie your hands again John...I need a nap or it won't be safe for us to drive." Randy told him simply.
John grumbled and moved to sit up, his eyes opening. "I take it you want them behind me?"
"I would put them in front...I know more comfortable...but I think you may try to choke me out with them."
"Probably would." John admitted, no hiding the anger in his voice.
"So yeah...behind you." Randy told him as he moved at his bag removing the duct tape and a tie he had. John sighed and put his hands behind his back. Randy came back securing John's hands with the tie first then enforcing it with the duct tape. "This won't cut into you like the cuffs." Randy told him as he picked the gun up again heading back for the chair. He moved to grab the ottoman first to put in front of it.
"You're too kind." John said as he struggled to lay on his side again. His shirt rode up as he got comfortable, revealing the older man's lower back and exposed hips from going commando under the shorts.
Randy gave a faint smile as he got comfortable in the chair closing his eyes. John was able to fall back asleep much to his surprise. His body was just so tired from all the stress and trauma he had endured. The sun was setting again already when Randy stirred. He looked to see where John was. John was still laying on his side facing away from Randy. He could be seen lightly struggling to free himself, not knowing his captor was awake.
Randy leaned over by John's ear. "What are you doing?" He whispered in a low tone.
John jumped at the sound, his body going still. "Nothing...I just woke up." He lied.
"Well sit up and I'll free you so you can eat something before we hit the road again." Randy told him heading for one of the bags digging in it. "Now sorry it's not five star fixings."
"I don't care. I'm starving." John admitted, moving to sit up. He hadn't eaten since dinner the night before.
Randy brought over a mixture of trail mixes. fruits cups and homemade beef jerky. He then freed John's hands by carefully cutting the tape then undoing the tie. John took the food Randy offered and dug into it eagerly.
Randy grabbed some of the jerky before taking a seat in the chair. He eyed John as he ate, his mind thinking of all the things he wanted to do...he just had to remember there was always time for that once John was secured in his new home. John glanced at Randy and felt uncomfortable by the way his former friend was looking at him. There was a hunger in his steely eyes, like his thoughts were a million miles away. John kept his eyes on his food so that he wouldn't lose his appetite. It was surreal that he was feeling so much tension just from being in the room with Randy. This was the guy who had been like a brother to him, drinking together and just hanging out for years but it all seemed different now.
"You know when we head out...I'll have to tie you again." Randy told John simply. "We have a long drive still, one more rest stop along the way."
John sighed as he swallowed a bite. "Damn it, Randy. How long do we have to fucking go yet?"
"Another ten or so hours." Randy replied ignoring the swearing. "Unless you think you can handle the drive straight through. We don't want a repeat of earlier."
John sighed again, shaking his head. "No, guess we'd better stop again if it's that long even if just so I can piss." It suddenly dawned on him he was being an idiot. Why was he in a hurry to get to wherever they were going? Every stop they made was a chance of being rescued or spotted by someone. And if he did see a single soul he would scream his head off, consequences be damned.
"I doubt it will be as long as this time was. Just needed a rest."
John nodded, stopping himself for making more sarcastic remarks. "You know...I'm scheduled for a house show tomorrow." He said carefully. "People will realize I'm missing...and you too when you don't show up to work."
"Well, I still had a couple days." Randy commented.
John tried not to glare. "And what am I going to be doing all this time? I have like three sets of clothes, no underwear, no shoes I saw...and I doubt you'll trust me with a computer...so I just sit all day looking pretty and going crazy?"
"You'll see, Johnny." Randy told him as he stood up to gather the trash while keeping an eye on John.
John was wary of the answer but figured it was all he was getting. "I guess I'm done then." He said, handing Randy his own trash.
"Okay, John. You know the drill." Randy stated. John stood and put his hands behind him was a sigh. His shoulders felt permanently sore from being held that way so many hours.
Randy was pleased to see the compliance from John as he went to secure him with the tie. "I am sorry, John." He went to peek outside seeing no one around. "Come on." John walked outside with Randy, his eyes once again scanning in hopes of seeing someone...anyone but luck was not on his side. Randy opened the back, luckily for John it had dried out and aired out from earlier. "Okay. Up you go." John wanted to scream as he climbed back in the SUV on the floor like before. He didn't know if he could take lying bound for hours again but what choice did he have?
Randy closed the back and headed inside to retrieve the bags he brought in. He slipped them into the beck before he got in and took off. John was a little more comfortable since his feet weren't bound and his mouth was free this time around. He fought to free himself from the tie awhile but that only seemed to make it tighter so he gave up. Hours passed and the older man fell into a light sleep, lulled by the motor of the car.
Time passed and Randy kept looking back when John wasn't making any noises. He stopped at a drive thru for some hot food before reaching the next stop. It was a campsite that was closed that time of year. He parked outside a cabin and checked it to see it was open.
John woke when he felt the car stopping. He had no idea how much time had passed by. Hearing Randy leave he struggled to sit up and look around but he was too low to see much. Randy made his way back grabbing the large food bag then headed for the back of the vehicle. "Okay. Time to stretch your legs."
John slowly climbed from the vehicle feeling sore. Once again he saw no one as they walked. "How long has it been?"
"About five hours….this will be the last stop." Randy told him as he led him to the dark cabin.
"Nice accommodations." John said sarcastically as he eyed the cabin.
"It suits what we need at the moment." Randy told him as he reached for a switch he knew was by the door. It was a large open space lined with bunks and a large eating area. Randy moved to set the fast food bag down. "Go ahead and take whatever you want from it."
John rolled his eyes. "Little hard with my hands tied. Going to feed me, Daddy?" His voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I could." Randy smirked. "But I won't hold you while you pee so I guess I'll free your hands." He moved over to remove the tie.
"Damn straight you won't." John retorted, thinking Randy's hands weren't coming anywhere near his junk. Once he was free he grabbed a chicken sandwich, removing the bread and ate the meat after rubbing any mayo off.
"Damn, I'm starting to think I like you better with the duct tape on your mouth." Randy replied before grabbing a cheese burger.
"Excuse me if I'm not in a good mood." John said bitterly. "I invite my best buddy over for dinner, thinking it will be a nice relaxing evening. Next thing I know my girlfriend is dead and my so called friend has me at gunpoint, driving me who knows where." He shook his head before finishing the chicken.
Randy's jaw tightened as his hand with the sandwich wanted to clench. "Maybe I should just beat the crap out of you right here….fuck you ...then shoot you leaving your carcass for some animals to find! Want that?!"
John felt a shiver run down him at the threat of being fucked by Randy then killed. He knew the man had it in him to do it. "Is that how you treat someone you claim to love?" John's tone softened. He knew Randy's so called love was only obsession but he wouldn't admit it out loud.
"I don't want to do this, Johnny….your keep pushing and pushing though. You know my temper...why do you keep pushing knowing it will just set me off? Do you like seeing me angry?"
"I guess...I'm just hurt and tired." John fought to keep his voice soft. "I'll stop." He silently ate the rest of his food and drank his tea. He was learning he would have to watch his words and play his cards right until he could make his move. Randy returned to eating but kept his eye on John. Once they were done John handed the younger man his trash. He stayed quiet other than to comment he felt better after eating.
"Good...there is a bathroom in the back there….go take care of business." Randy told him.
John walked to the bathroom, looking both ways before pulling out his cock to urinate. He felt a little shaken after Randy's threat. Once he was finished he walked back out to where Randy waited. "You have to go?"
"Once I secure you… Can't have you getting the jump on me with my pants down." Randy commented.
John almost cracked a smile at the mental image before nodding. "Fine. I'm ready."
Randy moved to grab the tie. "Assume the position."
John put his hands behind his back, trying not to groan. "I'm starting to feel like a kept pet." He couldn't resist saying.
"Sorry, Johnny….you proved I can't trust you not to attack me." Randy started to bind John's wrists again. John grunted as Randy tied the knots but other than that kept silent even as Randy led him back to the SUV and helped him climb inside. This was the longest trip of his life.
Once John was secured Randy headed inside to tend to his own business and clean up before going back to the SUV and head out again. John lost track of time again once they were on the road. Factoring in the driving time he had pretty much guessed they were going to Randy's place. This time he didn't fall asleep. At last he felt Randy slow the car, groaning as he shifted on the floor. Randy pulled into his garage to keep the SUV out of sight for now. Once secured he got out then helped John out.
Sure enough John recognized Randy's garage. He had been in it enough times. His heart filled with hope. Randy lived in a populated neighborhood. All he had to do was get one chance and he could escape for help. At least he was somewhere familiar. "Let me show you your accommodations." Randy told John as they moved through the house. Moving a curtain for the pantry on the other side was the door to the basement. There was a keypad lock that Randy quickly punched something in before opening it. "Guess I should free your hands so you don't fall."
John turned so Randy could free him as he looked at the open door in shock. "All those years I never knew this was here. You never showed me when I got the tour of the place."
"I considered it my….hideaway when I had to...escape." Randy explained as he untied John, but quickly took hold of his gun. "Go on down, Johnny." John walked carefully down the long set of steps until he reached the bottom, Randy right behind him with the gun.
The space was surely nothing like John expected from the mind of what was surely a mad man. At least at first sight it looked very much like a small studio apartment including its own small kitchen area, a sitting space and a bed area. After looking a bit it seemed like the space should have been bigger for the size of Randy's house. Somehow seeing the space did not make John feel any better. It was obviously created for someone to live here full time. Randy couldn't have been planning this that long could he? How long was he expected to stay here? He would go mad. "Why did you put a kitchen down here for yourself?" John asked at last. "A place for your family to stay when they visit?"
"I had a few ideas for it...it changed over the years." Randy admitted. "I admit I had other thoughts for it...I can see the wheels in your head turning that you know what I mean."
John tried one last time to reason with the younger man. "Ran, think about this. You can't keep me down here. You know me...I have to be busy, active...I love my work...I would go crazy stuck in this small space for long. Why would you do that to me?"
"Seems to be the only way I can have you." Randy stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Besides...I let you go….then what? You run directly to the police? Do you see me as some idiot?"
John sighed, but gave up arguing. They both knew Randy spoke the truth. Friend or not John would turn him in. "So, I just sit down here the rest of my life to rot? No house, no family, no job...just because you wanted me?" He moved to sit on the bed, the gravity of his situation hitting hard. If Randy kept him down here with the door locked with a security code chances were he may never be found.
"I will keep you company on my time off." Randy told him. "I don't want to keep you from what you love, John...friends, family, work...but I can't let you go...not now."
John's eyes lowered as a feeling of despair began to wash over him. It was like his worst nightmare come true for the active man. "Please...just leave me alone." He said at last. The last thing he wanted was to spend time with his former friend who would be his jailer.
Randy lowered his head, shaking it. "I'll be back soon." Randy turned heading for the stairs heading back up. He just had to see if in time John would see the whole picture of how much better things could be.
John heard Randy leave and looked around the small quarters, trying not to panic. He had to tell himself to stay strong. Maybe he could jump Randy if he could just get one chance. "Wonder why the basement is smaller than the house?" He said out loud, standing to walk around and investigate the area. John found an area of the wall that looked like there was a gap. Cool air could faintly be felt. His curiosity got the better of him and he gave a push on the wall where the gap was, wondering where the cold air was coming from.
The section of wall where John pushed popped like a spring hinge, opening enough for John to hook his fingers around to try to pull it open. More cool air hit his face from the darkness in front of him. All he could see at first glance was the floor was bare grey stone. "What the..." John was taken back by how different the floor looked from the main living area. He stepped into the darkness, the stone cold on his bare feet. Reaching around the wall he came across a light switch and flipped it on so he could see.
Most of the walls were bare stone and dirt except one wall that hand different photos and articles of him on it. Some were of him, but not of actual events or situations. Photos created of him in some way. A table against that same wall held printed sheets of paper. Another wall had a chain bolted to it about halfway up that hung to the floor. On the end was a large thick metal ring of some kind. On the floor was two more chains. The third wall had a small bed against it. The last was a metal cabinet that was locked and a chair next to it.
"What the fuck?" John's heart began to race as he moved to study the photos first. Some were not even actual pictures of him but manipulations made to look like he and Randy were a couple. He had saw fan made similar artwork online. One picture had him handcuffed on his knees while he looked up at Randy in pure adoration. Another was a drawing of them both naked in a sexual position. He picked up the top piece of paper with trembling hands.
Randy was in the kitchen preparing the meal for them. He knew he had to be careful bringing the food to John. He knew sadly John was blinded by his rage and sadness to see what was being offered to him. That same rage could cause everything to come crashing down if he gave John the chance. John began to look through the papers, feeling worse the longer he went. They seemed to be fan fiction stories written about them together. Some were very dark with Randy dominating him using BDSM type play. All of them had him as the bottom to Randy. Was this the shit his friend had been reading? He sat the papers down and walked to study the chains on the bare wall...it reminded him of an old dungeon or prison.
Randy finished the meals, placing them on containers so they could be stacked in a bag along with bottles of water. He then headed back for the basement. He had the handles in one hand the gun in the other. He listened at the door before unlocking it and opening it. John heard the sound and hurried to shut off the light and run from the room. He came out just as Randy walked in with the food.
Randy looked from the steps to see where John was. "How's the accommodations?" He asked as he carried the bag to the table. "Okay." John said simply as he walked toward the table. He wanted to curse himself for not closing the door to the secret room.
Randy reached in the bag, removing to the two containers. "Roasted chicken breast and steamed vegetables." He told John as he sat them down along with forks. Randy grabbed one set, moving toward the other side when something caught his eyes.
"I see you really have been exploring things, Johnny." Randy replied almost simply.
"Yeah..." John's voice trailed off as he tried to think of what to say. "You know, Ran, some fans get carried away. They live in a fantasy world and write some messed up shit."
"Ah, saw the musings too I see." Randy smiled as if he was not fazed in the least.
John nodded, trying not to look sick. He decided not to say anything else as he looked over the food options and sat at the table to eat. Randy opened his container, beginning to eat. He sat the gun on the table to free his hands, but close enough to grab if needed. John stayed silent as he ate, focusing on the food. There was so many things he wanted to ask but thought it wasn't wise to bring up why the chains were in the room or ask if Randy was into kinky shit like the stories. As he recalled his ass had been whipped and spanked in almost every one.
The meal was quiet for most of it. At one point Randy stood up to close the door. "It makes it so drafty in here." He stated before returning to the table.
John nodded in response. "Sorry about leaving it open." He was still angry with Randy but thought it might be in his best interest to watch his mouth to avoid unwanted trouble. This wasn't his best buddy anymore...it was a deluded madman who was armed and an expert on firearms.
"It's fine. See anything interesting?" Randy asked before taking another bite.
John shook his head no, trying to put on his best poker face. "Not much in there. Kind of bare, unlike in here."
"Yeah that's true." Randy replied simply.
The guys finished eating in silence and then John handed Randy his containers. "What can I do down here?" He asked, looking around. "No TV or radio?"
"Yes there is." Randy told him before he got up moving to the sitting area. He opened two doors that conceal the entertainment center.
"Oh...okay." John sat on the small couch facing the TV and picked up the remote.
Randy moved to sit to the right of John. "Pick whatever you want tonight." John had hoped Randy would leave him alone but it seemed the younger man was determined to stay. Maybe Randy would fall asleep during it and he could make his move and get the hell out of there. He chose one of the Fast and Furious movies and leaned back to watch.
"Action flick not bad." Randy commented. About thirty minutes into the movie Randy shifted his free hand, shifting to John's leg. John felt the hand and tensed even with his eyes staying on the screen. The only thing stopping him from shoving the younger man's hand away was the gun. Randy lightly squeezed John's leg. Letting his hand rub over the strong muscle. John swallowed hard, feeling dread at the touch but said nothing, trying to pretend it wasn't affecting him.
"It's fine, John...you're over thinking." Randy commented.
"I don't want you to touch me like that." John told the man, trying to keep his tone calm. "I told you I'm straight."
"You won't even try...what other options do you have, John?" Randy asked as his hand moved to where the skin was exposed on John's leg. "You relax you may see the enjoyment of it."
John jumped up and moved away from the couch like it was on fire, the movie forgotten. "Please...just leave me alone. I don't want to relax. I don't want any of this."
Randy's eyes narrowed as he stood up. "I am getting to a point I don't care what you want...I will get what I want one way or another."
"Leave me the FUCK alone!" John screamed, panic in his voice. The idea of being taken by a man freaked him out beyond words. "Can't you see it's not personal? I'm not into guys that way!"
"I honestly think I am past the point of caring." Randy replied in a cool almost cold tone. "'I've gone too far with this. No turning back." He slowly moved closer towards John.
John backed away from Randy, all the while knowing there was nowhere to go. His breath came in short gasps as the movie played in the background. "I have tried easy...I have tried nice...over and over...I could just throw you in the spare room." Randy voice was calm, but dangerous.
John was too far gone in his fear to watch his words. "Yeah, I saw the chains. You're fucking sick. I'm not bending over for you...this is not one of your deluded stories!"
"That so?" Randy commented. He kept an eye on John as he moved over towards the panel. "Guess you need a closer look." John stood frozen, looking around desperately like a cornered animal needing an escape. Randy looked at John aiming the gun. "Move, John. I tried doing things easy...but you just need to complicate them."
John honestly debated refusing a moment, even if it meant his death. He didn't want to be some pathetic victim. Slowly he remembered his parents, brothers and friends. He had to think of them and getting out of this place alive. He took a breath before obeying Randy, walking slowly toward the armed man with pleading in his blue eyes. "You don't know what love means."
"Maybe I do...maybe I don't...you know I can't just let you go though...I know you can't just let what I did go." Randy replied, ushering John into the room. "I will be obeyed though." Randy followed him. "Strip."
John's hands shook as he moved to remove his T-shirt. "So you can't let me go...keep me here...you don't have to do this. H-Haven't I been a good friend to you all these years? Don't I deserve to keep my dignity?" He dropped the shirt on the floor and reluctantly pulled down his shorts to step out of them.
Randy lowered his head as if debating John's words. He wanted John….he wanted him so bad. But would it still be John if he broke him down into a shell? As he thought his eyes still drifted to John wondering if he would try to jump him if he seemed distracted. John watched Randy's every move, praying he would get a chance to jump the younger man. He didn't want to kill his friend...he just wanted to be free and escape this hell.
"I know you hate the dark...you hate confinement...this room would be hell for you." Randy spoke in a low tone.
John's heart pounded so hard he felt it would burst from his chest. "And yet you created it for me...the man you claim to love. You're sick, Randy. You need help."
Randy shook his head, racking his free hand over his short hair. He then pointed the gun toward the door. "GO!...GET BACK OUT THERE!" He stretched as his chest heaved. John grabbed his clothes from the floor and hurried to move back to the nicer part of his prison, relief washing over him. Maybe if he could reach Randy this way he could eventually persuade the younger man to let him go. It showed his friend was not completely a lost cause.
"Don't redress." Randy ordered as John passed him. He then followed John out, shutting the door. "I don't want to isolate you in there, I will though."
John laid the clothes on the floor. "But I thought...you weren't going to force me to do anything now...I am NOT having sex with you."
"Doesn't mean I can't look." Randy told him. John felt a little better at that answer but still felt uncomfortable being nude. He stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
"You can take a seat, John." Randy told him as he looked him over. "Damn you have had your private room for years...could never take it all in." The younger spoke in almost admiration.
John's face flushed, not knowing how to take the praise as he moved to sit down. If he said thank you he feared Randy would get the wrong idea. "I appreciate...you not taking advantage of me." He said instead.
"It will mean more for you to slowly come around." Randy told him as if it was a simple fact. "You know you can't leave...you will grow lonely in time."
John knew no matter how lonely he got he would never want sex with a man, especially a man who killed his girl and kidnapped him but he wisely kept his mouth shut. He tried to focus back on the TV, thankful he had adverted being molested. "Well...night, John...I will bring you some groceries in the morning. You good until then?" Randy asked.
"Yeah. I'm fine." John actually gave Randy a thin lipped smile. "Night."
"Night." Randy started to make his way back upstairs for the night, securing the door when he left. Once John was alone he breathed a huge sigh of relief. He had escaped being raped even if not by much. Randy still had some compassion in him yet and he intended to appeal to it whenever he could. Yes, things looked bleak but there was always a way out. Maybe when people noticed he was missing Randy would crack. John watched TV until his eyes felt heavy and then used the bathroom before retiring to bed.