Soundtrack: Feeling Good - Escala

The door opened and John stepped inside. He froze. Around him, the walls covered with dark red and black patterned wallpaper, lit with dull upwards pointing lights. A few expensive paintings of old hung on the walls, the room had antique furniture in it – all dark wood. In the corner stood a tall chest of draws with details carved in and dirtied metal handles, in another corner, a large cross made of the same dark wood. The centre piece of the room was a huge four poster king size bed with burgundy satin sheets; a black leather chesterfield sofa stood in the far corner. John's eyes moved around the room, scanning every single detail, he looked like he was about to cry at the view before him. This sort of stuff only existed in his imagination and those who skipped their doses. The sound of the door closing brought him back to the now. John continued to stare at the room.

'You're a sense offender.' He whispered quietly.

'Yes. Yes I am. This is my biggest secret John; you of all people should understand this.'

John went to turn around.

'Don't turn around John.' Harold's voice was quiet but sharp, a commanding tone running through it. Harold walked up behind John and slipped a blindfold over his eyes. John's breath caught in his throat.

'I watched you outside, I felt powerless to help you, then I remembered something. Now John, I haven't brought anyone in here in years, my previous slave, Nathan, couldn't cope with this, but I think that you can. If you can't, tell me and I will never bring you in here again. In here, we will let everything go, all emotions, all thoughts, everything.' He paused and walked around the front of John. Harold reached up and started unbuttoning John's suit. 'When you enter this room, you will kneel next to the door in nothing but your boxers. You will have your legs open with your hands on your knees. You will keep your head down, and you will not speak till I say so.' Harold dropped John's shirt on the floor then dropped to his knees, untying his shoes and removing his socks. Harold stood back up and took John's belt buckle in his hand. John's breath hitched.

'This is for your benefit John. Do you want me to stop?'

'No.'

Harold unbuckled John's belt and pulled the zip down. His trousers pooled around his ankles. Harold stepped back to look at the view: he found something so majestic in the way John's skin shimmered and glowed. He wanted to know it's secrets. Harold took John's hand and walked him over to the bed, he gently pushed on John's shoulder making him sit on the bed.

'Move to the middle.'

John scuttled back. Harold walked around the bed, looking at the man in the middle. He turned on the speaker system. A violin started singing the first verse of 'Feeling Good', Harold guessed that this was the first music John had heard in such a long time. Harold knelt on the bed and crawled his way up John's legs. He reached down for John's wrists and pushed them back, making them lie down flat. John make a choking sound as he felt Harold's bare chest against his. Harold stopped, he was crashing through boundaries like they were paper. He reached up to the bedpost and pulled out a thick leather cuff. He tied it around John's wrist, then leaned over to the other side and repeated the action.

'Wh…?'

'Shhhh. If it gets too much, tell me to stop and I will.' Harold leaned in and planted a slow, long kiss on John's lips. He felt John trembling beneath him. Harold pulled back and kissed his way, slowly, down John's neck and chest. John moaned and pulled against the cuffs. Harold ran his tongue along the waistband of John's boxers. John rubbed his feet against the satin. Harold hooked his fingers in John's boxers and pulled them down; he flung them across the room. He knelt back on his ankles and looked at the sight before him. John: naked, and restrained, the blindfold blocking his sight, his cock hard and straining. Harold gave himself a small smile, there were many things he couldn't give John, but he could give him this. He crawled closer again and breathed onto the head of his cock. John moaned then gasped as Harold took him in his mouth. John pulled against the restraints hard and Harold bobbed his head, his wet lips running over John's hot skin. Harold put his hands on John's muscular thighs and rubbed his thumbs in circles. He knew John was getting close. He pulled off and leaned in, yanking the blindfold down. He stood up between the two foot posts as John's eyes adjusted to the room.

John blinked and looked around as his eyes focused on a silhouette of a man before him: he stood between the foot posts of the bed with his hands resting on them, he was a shorter than himself and with a few more pounds around the middle. He was wearing only a pair of soft, faded jeans with the button missing. His shoulders were relaxed and dominance oozed out of him. Harold was full of surprises. John noticed the dark pink scar on the back of his neck and a similar one poking out the top of his jeans on his hip.

Harold crouched down, his eyes focused on John's. He hesitated before crawling up John's leg kissing it, he nuzzled his inner thigh, he rubbed circles on his thighs again. Their eyes met.

'John I can relieve your anger, but only if you want me to.'

'Please Harold…' Harold dug his thumb into the pressure points, making John yelp. 'Please sir…'

'Is this your first time?'

John closed his eyes as a pained expression past across his face. Harold sat up.

'John?'

'I was Elias's slave. What Elias wanted Elias got.'

'Oh John… I'm so sorry.' Harold climbed off the bed and limped over to the chest of draws and picked up his shirt.

'Harold please, change the memories.' Harold paused. 'Please sir. Make those memories change.'

Harold bowed his head and thought about it for a few second. His brought his head back up, and squared his shoulders, he dropped the shirt on the floor. He turned back around and walked back over to the bed, he climbed on and knelt between John's legs again. John watched him in earnest. Harold took a small vial of lube out of the black of his jeans, he rubbed it on his hands to warm it. His gaze met John's again, Harold read the unspoken message dancing in his grey eyes. He leaned down and gently rubbed his hole, he felt it tense then relax. He gently eased one in, John's eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a groan. Harold gently pushed it all the way in. He soon felt John relaxing around him.

John groaned and pushed back against Harold's fingers, he felt another push in. He tensed then relaxed against it, he kept his mind alive with the new memories of Harold: their first meeting, first walking into the apartment, stood between the bed posts in those jeans… another finger pushed against him. He looked down at Harold, his brow furrowed in quiet determination, his eyes unreadable. He groaned.

Harold looked up, he let his emotions into his eyes. He stood up again and dropped his jeans. He smirked as John gasped. Harold knew he was big, he was bigger than Nathan. He knelt down again and leaned over John. He kept his eyes on John's face, he pushed forward. John closed his eyes, Harold stopped.

'Please don't stop…' John said in a breathy whisper.

Harold pushed forward again pulling a groan from John. Harold stopped, letting John adjust. He opened his eyes and gazed at Harold. Harold pulled out again and pushed in, John pulled against the restraints. Harold kept the slow pace; his hip was beginning to ache but he needed to keep this going for John – part of him also loved the feeling of power again. Outside this bubble, he was a powerful man but that power bored him. This was the real power: leaning over someone, they can't move, you drive them crazy till they call your name.

'Sir… please…'

'Please what?'

'Harder. Harold harder please.' He cried.

Harold smiled then leaned on his arms. He pushed into John, harder, faster. John pulled against his restraints hard, his hands went white. They panted heavily. Harold could feel his mind going fuzzy, he locked his eyes onto John. John suddenly tensed below him and slumped against his restraints. Harold leaned his head back as his mind exploded. He stills and breathed through the convulsions within him. He leaned over and untied the cuffs, he rubbed John's red wrists and kissed them lightly. He looked down at the man below him, he smiled and laid next to him. He laid his arm over John's toned chest. He felt John's strong arm on his back.

'Thank you Harold.'

'No problem.'

Harold rubbed John's chest. His eyes felt heavy, they drifted shut. The gentle rise and fall of John's chest, lulling him into sleep.

When it comes to authors notes, I never know what to write, so bear with me. How are you guys finding this? Is there anything you want to see happen? I understand that some of Harold's movements – especially in this chapter – wouldn't be possible due to his injuries. I hope you that you all have enjoyed reading this, it has been a pleasure to write. I also hope to carry this one and I hope that you keep reading xx