Captured part 6

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“Your dad?” Nino whispered as the room fell in to a heavy silence,

“Go on tell me I’m disgusting… You wouldn’t be the first, I doubt you’ll fucking be the last…”

“Your dad… Raped you?” Nino asked wondering why he needed that point clarified and why the kidnapper was telling him in the first place Domyoji turned to glare at him and then grabbed his clothes from the floor

“Yes… Until I got away…” He muttered about to move away when Nino grabbed his arm which considering that he was still tied was more difficult than it should have been

“You’re not disgusting… It wasn’t your fault…”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about” Domyoji said shrugging his hands away and pulling his shirt back on and going it to a small washroom that was beside the bed, and came back with a cloth and a first aid kit “I didn’t mean to hurt you…” Nino gave a hiss as Domyoji wiped at the cuts with the cloth again before taking some alcohol wipes from the kit.  Nino nodded less concerned about the cuts and bruises, as he was the ache that was rotating around in his groin the kidnapper finished taking care of the cuts and then untied his hands. “I’m going out for a few minutes…”

“Who was that on the phone?”

“My… Employer, with any luck you’ll never have to meet him…” Domyoji answered packing the first aid kit “You can try and run but there is nobody around here for miles, you’ll just end up getting lost and starving to death in the woods… So be a good boy and stay here ne” Nino nodded dully relieved that he was at last managing to calm down, Domyoji gave a small almost sad smile as he reached out and gently stroked his face before dropping a light kiss on his forehead before giving a hiss and quickly storming out of the room, leaving Nino riled up again on the bed.

 When he heard the front door slam and gave a frustrated growl hitting the bed, he didn’t blame the kidnapper, who obviously had a lot of issues but he couldn’t understand why reacted to him so strongly, no matter what Domyoji said before he had never even entertained the idea of finding pleasure in pain. When he was positive that the kidnapper was nowhere in sight he pulled of his boxers and  gripped himself tightly, the feel of his own hand completely unsatisfying now that he knew what it felt like to be touched by someone else, he closed his eyes leaning back against the pillows picturing that it was Domyoji that was touching him. Biting his lips he gave a groan as he tried to remember the feel of Domyoji’s hands and mouth running over him as he slowly stroked himself, a soft gasp escaped his lips but it wasn’t enough, there was something missing, he knew what it was but

he almost refused to admit it, thinking his was strange for wanting the strange cutting pain that was normally present when the kidnapper was touching him. With his free hand he pinched his skin tightly his nails sinking deeply into his flesh, he flinched the at the pain but his hips and hand moved quicker with added pain “Domyoji…” He groaned, keeping the kidnappers face in his mind as he pinched himself more tightly and continued to pump at his shift until he gave a guttural sound and cried out as he came onto his hand and thigh leaving him breathing deeply and completely unsatisfied on the bed. When he came back to his senses he hurried to the bathroom and cleaned himself up pulling his pyjamas back and walking down the stairs just as Domyoji unlocked the door.

“Are you trying to escape, little prince?”

“Water” Nino shook his head quickly motioning to some bottled water that was on the side

“Don’t drink that… Any food or drink that’s in this house don’t touch it” Domyoji said “In fact you can help me get rid of everything now”

“Why?”

“You can’t trust anything, I should have told you before…” Domyoji said handing him some water that he had just brought in from the car. “I’ll go a fetch more supplies later”

“For a kidnapper that doesn’t care about me, you spend a lot of time caring about me” Nino mumbled as they started clearing out the fridge and cupboard, the kidnappers reaction was completely physical, he stiffened, his hand on some chicken pieces while his face went through a colour chart of colours until it settled on a milky white “Domyoji please tell me something… What’s going on? Who was that man on the phone? Why haven’t you been in touch with my father yet? And what did you mean about your dad…”

 Domyoji played with the chicken for a while before tossing it in to the bin and grabbing Nino’s hands dragging him to the living area. He sat him down in the chocolate brown sofa, Nino watched as he ran his fingers through his hair nervously a few times and then gave a loud sigh

“My mum died when I was six, my dad started drinking and hanging out in strange bars, I spent most of my time with the people from the apartment block we lived in so I never let it bother me but as I started growing up my dad started getting strange, he kept saying things like ‘You look more and more like your mum…’ While touching me in different places… I knew that it was strange but I was young and I was glad that my dad was paying attention to me, and then one night, he came into my bedroom… That first night I blacked out, but over time my body became used to it and I couldn’t escape like that anymore… When I was fifteen I managed to get away but I fell in with a rival group to the ones my dad hung out with, a few years ago there was a deal it turned… Bad… My group with my dad’s group, my dad was killed, I killed him there was an investigation but thanks to my employer it was swept under the carpet… It was then my employer got interested in you, your daddy is one of the highest politicians in this country as well as being one of the richest thanks to your mum, my employer was surprised to see him handling such an ‘unimportant’ murder, but it also brought you into his gaze, he wondered what would happen to your daddy’s reputation if his own son was kidnapped. Of course it was impossible then you had all those bodyguards, I never thought you would be stupid as to get rid of your bodyguard and go to college…”

“You make it sound like… You… Care about me…” Nino whispered and Domyoji gave an almost frustrated sigh and glared at him

“I don’t care about you” he said but it wasn’t convincing anymore “My employer wasn’t the only one that became interested in you… When it was decided that they were going to try it I begged to be allowed in on it… For all that you’re a fucking brat you’re actually pretty innocent I was kind of hoping I could keep it that way but then … You kept doing such cute things” Domyoji muttered so softly that Nino thought he had miss heard him, when he turned Domyoji had a faint smile on his face and a distant look in his eye as if he was remembering something “I wanted to see all your reactions… You reacted pretty quickly… But someone like me, I can’t touch you… I’m disgusting…”

“You’re not! You’re not disgusting” Nino mumbled “What happened with your dad… It wasn’t your fault…”

“You don’t fucking understand… Anyway I didn’t tell you so you would feel sorry for me…”

“I don’t feel sorry for you, you kidnapped me, and you held me against my will… But now I can’t even masturbate without thinking about you… I want you to touch me…”

“I can’t… I can’t touch you… Like that…But I did like sleeping with you curled up to me” Domyoji said with a small smile pleased by what he had heard, Nino smiled and took his hand leading him back to the bed room. They got onto the bed and the kidnapper held him tightly sounding completely bewildered when he asked “What is this?”

“Stockholm Syndrome?” Nino replied with a grin “Apparently it happens to a lot of hostages, Domyoji, they grow attracted to their kidnappers”

“So what is it when a kidnapper grows attracted to their hostage?”

“I don’t know… I think it’s… Lima Syndrome?”

“I could be killed for this but… My name is Matsumoto Jun…”

Comments

[serial-translat.livejournal.com]

Again but it truly the case, it's so sweeeeeeeeet !! Love so sweeeet. *WWW*

I love the way whose their relationshiop evolves. And the end is really beautiful with the name finally pronounced. *joyful smile*

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Forget all the posible tortures a kidnapper could do, this is way worst, is killing me with cuteness TToTT