Behind Closed Doors (Cowl and Reila) - extreme NSFW

[Cowl]

To the outside eye, the strangest thing about Sawyer was the multicoloured aprons he wore into work. In a quiet town like this there was little ruckus activity to cause discomfort. Everyone more of less knew of everyone else and everyone was more or less friendly to everyone else, including Sawyer. He ran a small yet successful local business tucked off the Main Street and easy to miss if you weren't looking. His store was quite eye-catching, selling many trinkets and ornaments to flower arrangements all done by hand and scented candles that were unlike any other that could be bought for miles around. Sawyer was indeed very polite in his shop and somewhat shy when discussing with his customers. It was hard to picture someone like him leaving a trail of dead bodies in his wake.

For Sawyer was not just the innocent florist that everyone saw each weekday morning with a soft smile quietly unlocking his shop before the sun had even breached the hills. He had a dark secret. His little house that was just outside of town had a steep tunnel leading from the basement all the way down into the darkness of the earth. At the end he had carefully constructed a room. A room where he kept his victims locked and chained up, torturing them mercilessly all in the hopes that h could create the perfect slave solely dependant on survival and his cock. It was a dream he had been chasing for many years but unfortunately he was often to brutal and his captive would end up dead.

Last Thursday his previous slave had drowned in candle wax, much to Sawyer's regret and he was on the look out for a new innocent soul to grab, corrupt and fuck into submission. He had an eye on someone in particular, a shy thing with a soft smile like his own 'weak' persona who would pop into his shop twice a week, sometimes buying but often browsing. Sawyer had watched this customer for a long time but had never made a move as he had had a slave filling his basement. Unfortunately for the customer, a vacancy had opened up and Sawyer's violent urges were scarily close to the surface meaning he needed a replacement fast.

The day had been like any other; he had opened up at six in the morning, set out the flower arrangements for that day, set out the fresh batch of candles and polished up the crystal wear all before 8am. By then the town had started to wake and Sawyer had gone about his day hoping for a glimpse of his next victim. As luck would have it, Sawyer clapped eyes on the lad a little after four thirty and he had to fight the wave of arousal at the sight of him. He moved slowly up to him and smiled, picture of innocence before he spoke.

"Is there anything I can help you with today?"

 

[Reila]

James was a quiet young man, only 21 years of age. He was nothing special, but everyone seemed to remember his vibrant green eyes that contrasted with his natural black hair. He kept it to his chin so he could hide behind it when he was embarrassed, which was often. He was shorter than most guys in town and a skinny little lanky thing. He was considered more feminine than a lot of guys which was off putting to a lot of the girls in town so he was single. His family wasn't in contact with him because they disapproved of his being so kind and hanging with more guys than girls. They believed he was gay, but he had never said he was or wasn't into the same gender. So he was all alone in the town and he was content with that.

He liked going into the little shop that Sawyer owned, because it had the most interesting things in it. He liked to see all the little trinkets and flowers for their individuality. He believed most of them were like him, misunderstood and never looked at twice to see the beauty in them.

As he went in for the second time that week he began to examine the small trinkets in the window. He was startled by Sawyer approaching him, he looked up at him shyly, "h... hi... I... I'm good...." he stuttered blushing lightly at being watched in his routine of examining small trinkets. He would get really into it and the world around him would be forgotten, but now he felt like he couldn't because of Sawyer watching.

 

[Cowl]

Sawyer had a few goals in mind when he first approached the customer. He wanted to learn his name firstly to create a connection, learn if there was anyone that would notice if he vanished and third, to see what would lure him behind the counter and into the little store room. He had a few ideas as this particular guy seemed to favour the unusual trinkets over the flowers and crystals. He had such vibrant green eyes that he couldn't wait to see them filled with tears, hair that was perfect for using as a handle and he was small, lithe in form. Sawyer definitely preferred those that were smaller than him, they were tighter and usually had a small cock that he, something he definitely preferred. The one alive he had captured that had a bigger length had been castrated immediately for Sawyers amusement.

The shy stumbling of words had Sawyer smiling softly, a little shyly himself -- at least his act was -- and shaking his head. "Goodness, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. You just look so wistful at the trinkets and I wondered if you perhaps were buying for someone and needed a hand. Are you buying for someone, a family member or date perhaps?" He prompted carefully, gently so not to send his target scurrying out of the shop never to return. Sawyier was very methodical in grooming his prey, using the first conversation to decide whether he would get pleasure from torturinh this soul or if he should find someone else. Currently he was somewhat transfixed by those lips, already his mind running with images of that mouth forced wide around his cock or those limbs strapped up and spread to give him all the joy of the tight hole this younger surely possessed. God he couldn't wait, but patience was key here.

 

[Reila]

James blushed as he looked down , letting his hair hide his face from view. He hoped Sawyer didn't recognize him or at least didn't think something was weird about him since he came into the store quite frequently, but never bought a single thing. He lightly tugged on the sleeves of his hoodie, nervously. His hoodie was beyond too baggy for him, but he didn't care, it was warm, but it also made him appear smaller than he actually was. He looked almost like a child stuffed into an adult's clothing, all except for his skinny jeans fit him loosely.

"I... um.... no.... I have n... no one to buy for... I... I'm just l... looking..." he stuttered and hid further underneath his hair. He hated to admit he was alone, but no one was into a small scrawny boy who looks much yunger than he actually is. He began to chew on his bottom lip before he got an idea to get the focus off of him, "d... do y... you h... have a p... public restroom...? I... I r.... really need to u... use it..." he stuttered having no idea the thoughts going through Sawyer's head nor the looks he was recieving from his normal demenor. He believed Sawyer was a nice guy who wouldn't hurt a fly, but he would so find out he was wrong.

 

[Cowl]

Hearing that the young lad had no one was quite the surprise, he had been almost certain that there must have been someone with their eye on someone so cute. He didn't mind that this guy looked younger either, he preferred them that way anyway. Much more resilient. So his target had no one at home to look for him, no one to call the cops when he didn't come home and he was so quiet it was surely certain that not many noticed him. Oh Sawyer would fix that though, he would make him scream and cry, beg and yell but no one would hear him, not with the bunker Saywer had created for his first victim all those years ago. His next dilemma was getting the younger into the store room but just as he was musing over how to do that, an opportunity presented itself right to him.

"A bathroom?" He repeated. There was one, but not ft public use. However it would be the perfect place to catch him off guard and drug him. So Sawyier nodded and smiled easily. "Of course, are you okay? You're not sick are you? He asked suddenly, not wanting an ill slave, before he turned and led the way behind the counter and through the small store room.

"The bathroom is just through there," he pointed through a small alcove, "if you don't mind, I should get back to minding the till." He smiled easily and watchedbhosncixtim move to the bathroom but Sawyer did not go to the till, no he went to a small box next to the medical kit and removed a needle and a small solution. It was his own cocktail of drugs to knock out his victims for at least twelve hours, long enough for him to get them home, into the bunker and set up for their new position as slave. He quickly filled the needle and discarded the bottle then moved to hide outside the alcove, needle poised and ready for when his target would exit the bathroom.

 

[Reila]

"N... no... I'm not sick... j... just need to use the restroom..." he said looking down at his feet. James scurried after him to keep up since Sawyer was so much taller than him. He held his hands to his chest as he walked his sleeves covering his fingers, "thank you..." said going into the bathroom and relaxing a bit. He sighed softly thankful he was alone. He went to the sink and lightly splashed water on his face. He looked into the mirror at his pale reflection looking back at him. He thought of how young he looked and wished he was able to lose his puffy child cheeks. He thought it would make him look just a bit older. He sighed and slowly walked out of the bathroom distractedly. He wasn't prepared for the attack waiting for him.

 

[Cowl]

Sawyer lurked there, waiting for his victim to emerge from the bathroom. He heard the door and a few steps and then the target was in view, bypassing Sawyer where he was hidden in the corner. He wasted not a moment longer, darting forward and jamming the needle through his hair and into the side of hi neck. Within moments the drug cocktail took effect and Sawyer watched his slave crash to the ground with barely a sound. He stepped over the unconscious male and began his usual end of day duties with closing up the shop. He rung up the till, locked the front doors and pulled down the shutters then locked away some of the money in the safe. When he was finished, he plucked his new toy off the floor, pleased at how light he was, and carried him out to the car. Sawyer placed the male in the boot of the car and slammed it shut before he began the long drive out of town to his secluded home.

It took around 45 minutes to get there and Sawyer pulled into the driveway. It didn't take him long to carry his new slave into the house but he didn't pause for a second. He carried him down to the basement then down a hatch, down winding stairs and through a long corridor. a few twists and turns before they arrived at the underground bunker. The room was plain, well built and painted white. There was a hole in the floor for the slaves to use as a toilet when permitted, a shower in one corner, a metal bed and a door that led further into the bunker where the dungeon was located. Sawyer continued through to that room and dropped his new slave on the floor. He immediately began to strip him of his clothes, examining his new find as he went. A pale chest, narrow throat and dusky nipples; all to his liking. He tossed the shirt away to be burned, same with his shoes and socks, trousers and finally his underwear. He grinned at the sight of his slaves little cock nestled between his legs, running his fingers over the organ before pushing between his legs and prodding at his hole. Small, definitely tight.

Sawyer shuddered at the touch and immediately set up securing his slave. He attached a rough leather collar around his throat with a chain connecting him to the floor to prevent him from even standing up to full hight. He attached cuffs to each ankle and wrist with similar chains that could be lengthened and shortened to desire, all attached to the floor. He then snapped a cock ring around his slaves little cock, making it painfully tight and grinning a little. He would get his slave around and then make sure he could never cum without permission, if he decided to let him keep the little thing. The final thing he added was a small ball crusher that he fastened around the slaves balls and tightened it enough so that it wouldn't fall off. He would tighten it later.

Now all he had to do was sit back and wait for his new toy to wake up.

 

[Reila]

James was knocked out for some time before he woke up and looked around slightly. He was still hazy from the drug and he flinched the the cock ring tightened around his cock. He whimpered slightly as he saw Sawyer watching him. He tried to stand up terrified, but fell to the floor from the chain being so short. He hit his face against the floor and looked up at Sawyer wide eyed in fear. All he could think was how much pain he was in, that he didn't think Sawyer could have been the one to cause it.

"P... Please... h... help me... I... It hurts...." he whimpered from where he lay. He trembled as he tried to figure out what was going on.

 

[Cowl]

Sawyer had dozed a little while waiting on his new slut to wake up. He thankfully didn't have to wait long and when the other stirred, his eyes snapped up and he watched as he immediately tried to stand and was jerked back by the chains holding him to the floor. He snorted a little at how the other crashed back down and hit his face on the floor but he made no move to help. He had no plans to ever listen to anything coming out of that one's mouth unless it was to beg for food or a drink or to be fucked. Sawyer slowly stood up, starting to pace around his captive.

"Help you? Why on earth would I help you? You seem a bit slow so let me spell it out for you. As you so easily told me, no one is going to come looking for you so when taking you here was... too easy. Welcome to your new home. Your bed and things are through that door, but I'll take you there once we've had fun." He came to a stop in front of his new slave and crouched down, cupping his new toys face. "What's your name slut? The name you're going to forget when you learn that the only title fitting for you is cockslut."

 

[Reila]

James trembled and jumped at feeling Sawyer touch his face. He tried to avoid eye contacts with Sawyer.
"J.... James...." he whispered terrified. He wanted to cry, he felt so alone and trapped. He was so much smaller than Sawyer, so there was no fighting to get away, not that he would know how to get out. He didn't know were he was in the first place.
"P... Please l... let me go... I... I'm scared...." James pleaded tearing up slightly. He was trying to be strong, but he had never been so scared in his life.

 

[Cowl]

"Oh I know you're scared," Sawyer smirked, watching the younger tremble with fear. There was so much he wanted to do but he was unsure where to start first. He wanted to fuck him of course, experience that sweet tight ass. He watched those green eyes start to fill with tears and he slid a thumb up to swipe underneath. One move and he could blind him, but he didn't want to ruin those beautiful eyes.

He glanced down at his cock and grinned before rising and stepping away. "You need not look to downtrodden, your life here will be good. I shall be the one thing that keeps you alive, soon enough you will be begging me every time I come down here. That's right, you'e going to live down here until I know you can be a good little slut for me upstairs. It'll take some training of course," he moved to a bench and picked up a thick plug, "But I am one hell of a teacher."

 

[Reila]

James slightly leaned into the touch having liked Sawyer to begin with, but averted his eyes slightly to hide that he had moved closer. He looked up when Sawyer stood up unsure of what to think of his words. He was scared, yet despite being scared he wanted to believe Sawyer was still kind. He pushed himself towards the ground whimpering at the plug he held. He'd never really done much sexually before and it frightened him.

 

[Cowl]

Young and innocent were how he liked them and Sawyer regarded his new captive with a cold smile and twirling the plug in his fingers. "Do you know what this is for? I suppose not, you don't seem like the one with much kinky experience but that's fine, I can teach you it all. Who knows, you might even like some of it?" He laughed before shaking his head. "Now this is a plug, it's going to stretch your tight little hole nice and wide and plug you up to keep all the cum I dump inside you all tucked up and safe, okay?"