Wednesday 6:00 a.m.

Day 1

As it turned out, Ellen was right. As hours passed slowly, his hunger became overwhelming. He'd last eaten before the show and for a guy who ate at least six times a day, going this long without food was almost painful. His stomach ached, his head pounded and he felt weak and nauseous. He lay there for a moment, "Oh feck it," he said sighing heavily. "Hey! Hey!" he yelled loudly. "Hey!" He was actually more afraid that they'd left him than of what they might do to him.

Ellen slid in, leaning against the doorframe. "Yes? Are you hungry now?"

He hated that bitchy smirk she was wearing, "Yeah, I am. I'm nearly sick ya know." He gave her a look of disgust and hate. She returned the cold look and walked towards him. He gulped, hoping she didn't notice. She reached under the bed. His heart was pounding. What was she getting? She stood, holding another pair of the leather restraints.

"You know, you don't have to hate it here," she said as she put the first restraint on his left arm just above the elbow. "Misty and I can be really, really nice to you." She gave him a sexy smile. She finished with the left arm and repeated the action on his right arm. She then unfastened the wrist restraints and raised the bed to a sitting position. He began wiggling his fingers and rotating his wrists. That felt so much better.

Misty came in with a tray that held two large omelets packed with chicken breast meat and a large bottled water. Beside the water was an aspirin bottle. He couldn't help but salivate at the food and feel relief seeing the aspirin. At this point, he felt damned anyway so using his arms, which were free from elbow to hand, he took three of what he hoped were aspirin. He knew enough about anatomy to know that lying in this position for a prolonged amount of time could cause blood clots. The aspirin, a natural blood thinner was smart and it might help his pounding headache. He dove into the food. Soon the tray was empty and every drop of water gone. He felt so much better but he also had a problem. "Hey," he said to Misty who was sitting on the couch holding his title, staring at it. "I have to piss. Did you t'ink of t'at?"

Misty looked lost, "Um …" "Yes, we did," Ellen interrupted. She walked over and retrieved a hospital urinal bottle. "You have enough freedom to work the controls on the bed. You can fold forward and use this." She tossed him the bottle and they departed. He fumbled and had a hard time but managed to urinate in the bottle. "Okay," he called out. The women returned. Misty took the bottle to go empty and it was obvious she'd done this many times. He was more sure than ever, they were medical workers.

Ellen stood by the bedside and ran her palms down his alabaster abs. "You had enough to eat?" Her demeanor was suddenly pleasant. He nodded. "For now anyway?" she said smiling. Her hands smoothed across his pecs and glided up his traps. She continued her exploration by running her hands down his muscled arms. "Mm," she cooed. "How delicious."

Despite this dangerous situation, her touch felt good; however he couldn't just say nothing. He spoke in a low voice, "I could grab your hands ya know. I could break your fucking wrists."

"You won't," she said and suddenly pressed her lips to his. She kissed him slow and hard. She licked along his bottom lip and his mouth opened slightly in an automatic reaction as if this were a "normal" kiss. "No," he shook free of her kiss and back to his senses. "No, don't touch me."

Her lips began moving down his chin, brushing across that sexy ginger beard, making her moan, "So hot." She lightly licked his neck and began kissing his chest. Her hair tickled his bare skin. She moved lower and licked at his abs, making soft moans, as she tasted him. Quickly, he reached out and grabbed her hair, winding it around his fist and lifted her head from his body. "Ow," she snapped.

"I said I don't want you touching me, you sick fucking bitch," he was pulling her hair hard enough to yank it right out of her scalp. She winced but stubbornly refused to stop. She began working her hands all over his torso. He pulled harder on her hair. Her hands slid down to his boxer briefs and across his flaccid dick. She lightly touched his balls and then suddenly latched on to them.

"Let go of my hair," she said with an edge of anger. "I think I have you by the balls … literally." She applied slight pressure and he left go of her. "Good boy," Ellen said sweetly. She continued gently cupping his balls and started stroking his penis through the cotton underwear. His body betrayed him, reacting immediately, his cock twitching.

"No, no, you don't have a right to do t'is," he protested. Meanwhile, she had stroked him to a rigid, fully erect state. He fought the low moans escaping his lips. She peeled the underwear back and took hold of his naked, hard cock. "Oh fuck," he groaned. She stroked him, feeling the taunt skin of his dick. "Please just stop," he almost whined. Ellen licked her palm and continued stroking him. He began pushing his hips forward involuntarily. Her pace sped up and he was breathing heavily. He went completely quiet, holding his breath – when he exhaled, he came hard, his sperm shooting up his belly and onto his chest. "Ohhh, fuck fuck," he grunted. He lay with his eyes closed, unable to face the girl who had kidnapped him and just forced him to cum all over himself. Being jerked off felt great, but his ego was bruised deeply. He had just been totally controlled and couldn't quite face it. Ellen cleaned him up with a towel and said nothing. He only opened his eyes when he was sure she was gone. He finally fell into a natural sleep and slept until almost noon.