"I'M NOT A TWINK!!!" He tried to say, but it was muffled under the tape and hurt like hell. AND WHAT THE HELL, NUMBER ONE, I'M NOT AN IT. NUMBER TWO, PEOPLE DON'T COUNT AS BIRTHDAY GIFTSSSSSSS!!!!!!! His eyes were turning from their normal grey-ish blue, to a bit of a grey, a sign of when he was growing angry. Also, why am I naked, it's kind of embarrassing for me? Do they think they'll get away with something like this? The second they let me go, I'm telling the police. . .that is if they do let me go. He looked back down as the men continued to speak, treating him as though he was just an object rather than a human being. He was also trying to tune out the rest of their conversation, The fact that this man has been given severed heads before worries me. . . He watched the man step closer to him, and tried to not whimper as he felt the tape being pulled off his face, AGAIN, THIS HURTS LIKE HELLL! But eventually, it was off, although the ropes were still binding him down. "I'd prefer if you didn't refer to me in such terms, as though I was an object. I'm not, and I'd like to get home." He said glaring at everyone in the room, "I happen to be a human being, who deserves at least a little bit of respect, more than what I've been given by any of you currently." He said, trying to fight against the ropes holding him down, "Also, can I please just go home?"
"Aww, that's so cute!" One of Sebastian's friends, a woman, said. "He thinks he'll get to go home!" A few of the friends chuckled. Sebastian rubbed his nose again, turning to the man on his bed. At least he was covered now.
"I'm sorry about them," He said. "They can be a bit… much." He looked the man kneeling on his bed over once, sighing softly.
"What is your name?" Sebastian sat down next to the man, starting on getting the ropes off of him. They looked to be too tight, something Sebastian didn't approve of. He really didn't approve of any of this, but it was too late now.
Bren's eyes widened a little bit, S-she's right. . .After all this why would they let me go home? I mean, that'd be a stupid move to make, since then I could find them and everything, and have them turned in to the authorities for kidnapping me, and killing Skyla, and who know's what else. Bren, looked away from the other man, trying to ignore what he was saying, and just petened like he was fine, like this was a normal thing for him. Yeah, I totally get kidnapped every Monday and Thursday by a group of psychopaths. He thought to himself as he felt the ropes begin to loosen and soon come off him. They were rather tight, at least tighter than they needed to be, so he was glad to have them off. Hhm, he seems kinder than the other, but still scary, as though maybe in a twisted way, he likes this. N-no, think positively, Bren, he'll see that what he's doing is wrong, and I'll go home. . .hopefully.
When the man asked for his name, Bren just stared down at the blanket covering him up. Not wanting to talk to him at all again, or for anyone else to know his name, "I-I want to go home, please."
Sebastian let out a long sigh.
"Can't," he said simply. "What would you do in my position? I can't afford to get caught." Well, he technically could, but that was too much 'paperwork,' and he didn't have the energy at the moment. He pulled the blankets up a bit more over the man, at least making sure he had since kind of decency in the situation. The friends were watching with amused faces, seeing how this would go. Some were eagerly awaking the naked man to make a wrong move, to pick Sebastian in just the wrong way. That couldn't be good.
"Com'on, Seb, look kat my present next!" The woman said, impatient.
(ooh totally stalking, this looks fun)
Bren glared down at the blanket, and started to pull off the giant bow those people had stuck onto his hair. Once it was off, he smoothed down his hair, then began to pull apart to shreds. He was growing more and more annoyed as the situation progressed. He wanted to get back to his apartment, actually, he wished that none of this had happened. He wished that Skyla had never gotten into any of this mess, that she hadn't confided in him, that he didn't have the compulsive need to protect her, and that he was at home curled up on his couch reading one of the the latest additions to his favorite series, "Fine." He huffed, and tried to just dissapear among the many pillows that were resting on the bed.
Sebastian looked at the man a moment more. He adjusted the pillows on top of him a bit, giving him some privacy for now. He turned to the other gifts on the bed, pulling over the one with 'CC' written on the tag. He opened it, letting out a long sigh.
"Seriously?" he said, picking the items in the package up- a collar and leash.
"All of you are sick," he said, waving the items at them all. "I just- go have some cake or something, I'll be out in a bit."
Bren continued to look down in embarrassment when the leash and collar were pulled out of the bag, Oh shit. . . He thought to himself as he watched the man throw it on the bed. He didn't want the other man to go, he figured that he'd be in trouble being left alone the with the man's friends. And boy, he was right. The second the door closed, the people turned around and one walked towards him, the leash and collar in his hands, "Look, you're supposed to be his pet, that was the point of us giving you to him. You may not like it, but you don't happen to have a choice about this." He grabbed Bren by the hair and pulled him towards him, slippping the collar onto his neck, " When he get's back, you're to be on your best behavior. He said, spitting in his face.
Sebastian closed the door, leaning on it a moment. Damnit, why the hell did his friends do this kind of shit? He mumbled to himself a bit, heading out to the kitchen. He found the cake, cutting a slice for himself. He thought a moment, then got one for the man, too. He was going to be cordial, as much as he could in this strange situation. He rubbed his eyes with one hand, picking up the two plates. He opened the door to the bedroom, a bit of a shadow falling on his face.
"Really?" He said softly. He moved over to the bed, a long, heavy sigh leaving his lips.
Bren was a bit too shocked to say anything about how the man was treating him. He stared up at the man, a bit of a stupified at the fact of this. He pulled away from the man, trying to say something to him but failing, then the new man walked into the room. Bren, still scared of pratically everyone in the room closed his mouth and looked down at the blanket, which he had been pulling over himself.
The other man jumped out of surprise and turned back around, "Yes? He said stammering a little bit, "Thats the point of the gift for you, you get to enjoy him and keep him around for as long as you like, then you can dispose of him or something. I'm sure one of us would be willing to take him off you hands if need be."
Sebastian looked around once, then sat down next to the man curled up in his blanket. He had set himself between the man and his friends, sighing a bit.
"Of course that's what this is," he said softly. He set his cake down, offering the other piece to the frightened man next to him.
"And there will no need for that. He'll stay with me." He reached up with his second hand, loosening the collar. He'd take it off when the others left.
As the party progressed and people began to leave, Bren began to get a little more tense. He didnt eat any of the cake that had been offered to him, and just continued to fidget with the blanket that he was wrapped in. He looked up at the man, a little bit and gave him a small smile of gratitude, as if he was thanking him silently. But soon, it seemed as though the party was over and everyone was gone. He moved away from the other man, still sitting on the bed, he wanted to say something but, didn't really know what to say.
Sebastian sighed as the last of his friends left for the night. He turned fully to the man next to him. He looked at him a moment, finally reaching up to take the collar off.
"I deeply apologize for how my friends treated you," he said softly. "They seem to have lost all there humanity…" Sebastian stood, turning from the man to rummage around in his drawers.
"Here," he said, offering the man a white shirt and drawstring sweatpants. "You can wear these, for now. I'm sorry their so big."
It felt so good to have that collar off his neck, and also, he just felt slightly more comfortable now with it off, kind of like he was free gain, or somewhat free again. "T-thank you. . ." He said quietly, not looking at the other man at all, still somewhat scared of him, even though he seemed rather nice, or at least kinder than his friends. "I-it's alright," he mumbled his voice almost not even audible. When he was handed the clothes, Bren just looked down at them holding them in his hands, "Is there a place where I can change, sir?" He added quickly, his nerves showing now.
"Here, you can change in here. I'll be out in the living room." Sebastian watched the man a moment more, then turned, moving out of the room. He closed the door quietly, letting out a long sigh. Damn his friends for getting him into this drama…
Brennon smiled a little as the man left, trying to seem a little bit grateful. He quickly changed into the clothes, then opened the door, popping his head out of the door looking around. Wow. . .this place is big. The other man had a really large apartment, and it was nicely decorated as well, "Uhm. .. my name is Brennon." He said quietly, as he approached the other man, "Y-you have a nice place. . ."
Sebastian was sat on the couch, wine bottle next to him with a glass of it in his hand.
"Thank you, Brennon," he said softly, looking up. He patted the seat next to him, an offer to sit and talk.
"My name is Sebastian. I really am sorry you were brought into this mess." Sebastian let out a soft sigh.
Brennon walked over to him slowly, looking down at the ground. When he made it to the seat he sat down slowly next to the man. "Oh, uhm, you do know that you could just let me go home, correct? I won't turn you in, probably just the people who shot Skyla. . ." He saw the anger in the other man's face then fell quiet, "Or not." He said quietly, feeling a little ashamed, "And happy birthday." He added quietly, his cheeks burning a dark red.
Sebastian wasn't comepletly angry, but he was definitely annoyed.
"I've already explained why you can't," He said calmly. "There's no way you could turn them in without me getting into drama." Sebastian rubbed his eyes a bit.
"Thanks," he mumbled. He looked over at Brennon, finally pausing to actually look at him. His eyes trailed over Brennon, taking him in. At least he hadn't done it when Brennon was naked.
Bren sighed a little bit, "The thing is, you don't want me here, and I don't want to be here either." He said quietly, "B-but, I get it." He said moving away a little bit, growing a little more nervous around Sebastian, the guy seemed pretty scary, to be honest. Then he felt the man looking at him, and in a way that made him feel very uncomfortable. His cheeks turned to an even darker shade and he looked away from him and towards the ground, "S-sorry."
Sebastian leaned his head on his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the couch.
"I'm glad you understand," Sebastian said softly. "And you don't have anything to apologize for." Sebastian looked away from Bren now, closing his eyes a moment.
"At least be glad you didn't end up with one of my friends." Sebastian was indifferent, it seemed, but he had said he wouldn't be sending Bren to one of the any time soon. He reached out to grab a half used cigar, putting it in his mouth and lighting it.
As he listened to the other man speak, he began to look around the apartment, noting his new environment. But soon, he was drawn out of his thoughts, "I don't think I would have liked that at all. . ." He said quietly, fidgiting with the end of the long white shirt the Sebastian had given him, and shuddered a little bt, "That would have been scary. . ." Then, he moved away again when the man lit the cigar, Not one of those. . .I thought I had recognized that smell. . .
"It would have been deadly," Sebastian corrected softly. Get Bren to feel safe here-convince him that his alternatives all ended with him dead. He looked over when Bren scooted away.
"Do you not like cigars?" he asked quietly, moving the item from his lips a moment. That… could be problematic.
Bren looked up at him, fear in his eyes, "D-dead? R-really?" He said quietly, his hands trembling a little bit, "T-that's not good. . . " He mumbled, a little bit, growing more and more nervous, "I-I. . ." He looked down at his feet, and began to ponder that, I'm going to die. . .I am going to die. . . Then he heard the man's question, "I, uhm, it's been a while since I've last b-been around the smell of them." He said quietly, "I-I'll be alright."
Sebastian set his cigar down a moment on an ash tray, reaching out to gently place his hand on Bren's shoulder.
"I'm not going to let them hurt you," he said softly. Establish himself as an ally, get Bren to trust him.
