It's Lonely at the Top

When he came to, he found himself with a raging headache and a parched mouth. He groaned as he tried to sit up, but as soon as he did the blood rush sent him crashing back down. He curled on his side into a tight ball as his stomach protested. He could taste the bile in the back of his mouth. He could feel the soft silky material under his bare skin. It was a sharp contrast to the cold metal wrapped about his ankle.

"Well it looks like the new pretty is awake." Someone said.

When he tried to open his eyes, the lights were painfully bright to him. The colors were odd, nothing seemed right.

"If you fight it, it will only make things worse" the person said as he (She?) sat down on the edge of the huge pillow he lay on. He(She) brought out a small dark blue flask from inside the robes he(she) was wearing.

Jon closed his eyes with another groan of pain. Curling even tighter into a ball, if that was possible. A cool hand was placed on his back and he shivered as the hand slowly stroked down his back and up again. The flask was placed against his lips, but he refused to drink from it.

"There, there my pretty tom cat. You had better drink or else the poison in your system will cause a lot of damage as it runs it's course."

He shook his head, biting back the pain.

"Drink" the person commanded.

His mind snapped up the command like a desert flower soaks up the rain. Someone was in command, someone was giving him that control he needed. In his weakened state, his will gave like a gossamer spider web in hurricane. Parting his lips he tasted the sweet liquid coat his tongue, swallowing again and again until the flask was taken away.

"Yes… That's my pretty tom-tom. Yes…." The person cooed, continuing to stroke his back.

Oblivion claimed him once again.

This time awakening was different. Nothing to hurry about, no reason to even wake, except that his body had had enough of sleep. He stretched languidly on the soft material under him. He was warm and cool at the same time, but not overly so for either. He tried to think back to what had happened the last few days, but nothing would come to mind. It was all hazy and indistinct, a feeling that he didn't need to remember anyways came over him and he mental shrugged. If it was truly important, then he would remember, but until then the pleasure of the moment was all that counted.

As he rolled over to his side he came in contact with something. Opening one eye slightly he saw that that something was a someone. He registered the facts absently. Female, nude, with long sable hair and skin of the same sable hue. Turning his head he looked about more. Other bodies lay about, some female, some male, all just as nude. Curiously he looked down at his own body. Nude, with stripping of creamy gold covered him, he shifted some and continued to look himself over. It seemed that the color covered his body all over. Reaching up to his head he threaded his fingers though his hair and brought some forward. It was white, with matching strips of creamy gold.

He frowned some, trying to figure out why this felt somehow… wrong. But his mind shied away for those thoughts, as he was distracted by something. Like at the moment, a hand stroking his hip, a pair of lips leaving damp trails along a shoulder, someone sucking on one of his toes. It was all very distracting. He gave up thinking, gave up everything and let the sensations wash over him. Bodies moved about and around him, sliding across each other, squirming against him. He became lost in a timelessness.

A soft chiming caught his attention as he found himself alone in the center of the room on a large pillow. The other had moved away each to their own pillows, sitting, crouching, or laying however their nature dictated. Looking around he blinked, confusion whirling in his mind, lips parted as he panted softly.

A throne like chair set several steps above the floor was on one wall. It was draped with some type of fabric. On either side of it stood a pair of burly guards, both of whom were only wearing what looked to be chaps, a codpiece and studded collar and wrist bands. Movement to one side caught his attention and he turned to look. A pair of young boys (or were they girls?) dressed in knee length tunics were making a round of the room, each held a tray with cups on them. They stopped at each pillow and the person would take a cup the first and drink, then return it to the second.

A rustling of cloth got his attention again. He turned his head and was face to face with someone. That person was hard to classify as either male or female, androgynous, had long hair and was dressed in a shimmering robe.

"Aaahh my pretty tom cat has awoken again." He(she) reached out with a hand and stroked Jon's face.

Jon drew back, confusion crossing his face. He tried to say something, but nothing came out other then a loud whisper. Fear made itself known as he reached up to his throat. He felt a collar about his throat for the first time. Sliding a finger under it he winced at the sore spot.

"Don't worry Tom-tom. It can be reversed. Eventually." The person smiled chillingly.

He tried to move back away from him, scrambling as he did, but he ran into something. Rather someone. A pair to be exact. Turning he found the pair of youths standing there. One holding a tray with a decanter and a cup, the other had a tray with a brush and a mirror on it.

A hand reached past Jon's shoulder to take the decanter and pour the liquid into the cup. Then it sent the decanter down and picked up the cup bringing it to his lips. "Drink" it was whispered into his ear.

He shook his head once, biting his lip as he did.

Another hand came to rest on the nape of his neck, caressing him lightly. "Drink" the voice said again, this time more commanding, but going gentle again. "it will make the experience more pleasurable. I'm sure you do not want to be given over to my Hounds for your first time here do you?" there was something sinister in that voice. Something that scared him.

Taking a deep breath he reached out with one hand and captured the cup that was at his lips. If he was going to drink, then it would be at his pace. He could control that, if nothing else. He downed the contents in a single gulp, nearly gagging at the overly sweet flavor. He found the cup refilled again, and again he emptied it.

Blinking as the room swam before his eyes, his skin felt flushed, and he found himself painfully aroused. He was leaning into that person behind him as they stroked the brush through his long hair.

The hand snaked past him again, this time to crook a finger and motion for the others to join them in the middle of the room.

The first to reach them was the sable hued female. She crawled up over the edge of the pillow, parting his legs as she did. Licking her lips invitingly as she surveyed the flesh before her. With a wicked smile she flicked her tongue out across the sensitive skin of his head.

He arched his back as he gasp, eyes closing as he did. He would have reached out, but his arms were captured and held behind his back. The person behind him started to nibble then suckle on his ear. He opened his eyes again as he felt himself engulfed. Her hot mouth sucking as her tongue worked along his hard flesh. He hissed as her teeth scraped sensitive skin, but it was a pleasurable pain. He watched as she worked him up and down, his flesh disappearing, only to reappear again each time she pulled back.

He was panting hard, a slick sheen of sweat covered his body. Licking his lips he watched as another moved up behind the sable female. This one a tabby colored male. He rubbed his hands along her back then lifted her hips up. With a swift forward thrust he mounted her.

Jon felt her moan as she was entered, it only drove him wild with pleasure. Turning his head to gaze around the room he saw that he wasn't the only involved. Everywhere there were small groups of people having sex. And not always of opposite sexes either.

Somewhere in the back of his mind a small part of him was screaming about the wrongness of it all. About how this was wrong, about how he was in trouble, about how damning it would be to his career if and when he was found. But that part of him was ignored and locked away by the drugs that he had been given earlier.

He lay his head back on the shoulder of the person behind him, eyes rolling up as he released into her mouth. Moaning silently as he was licked clean, becoming aroused again in such a short time. Hands moved him about, repositioning him on the pillow. His head was cushioned on the female's stomach, her head buried between his thighs, suckling him still. Shivering as hands lifted his hips slightly and parted him. Exposing him for the world to see.

He whimpered as he felt a finger slide into him. Squirming to get away, strong hands from the tabby male gripped his shoulders, holding him in place as that one mounted the sable female again.

"Oooh, yes my pretty Tom cat. Squirm and writhe in pleasure for me." Cooed the voice.

A second then third finger joined the first, stroking the inside of him before being withdrawn. Searing pain shot up his spine to the base of his skull as he was entered again, this time not with fingers. His fingers clenched into the fabric with enough force to rip it. The agony was beyond anything he had ever felt in his life. He shuddered as he was pulled out of then entered again. He tried to pull away, to escape the pain that was becoming unbearable.

Then something happened. Someone shifted, whether it was him or the person taking him. Pain became pleasure became pain. He could no longer tell where one started and the other stopped.

Deep within the recesses of his mind something gave. It was soft at first but gathered in strength. The sound of glass breaking. Image after image shattered leaving behind the glittering sharp edges of madness. Ready to slice open, to the bone, anyone that tried to repair the damage done.

Eyes dilated to mere pinpricks, body reacting without direction. The lights were on but no one was home. Eyes rolled up into his head, body twitching as he reached the edge of the abyss that opened before him, and fell over it.

In his mind he turned, tittering on the edge, arms wind-milling for balance. Something… no someone stepped in front of him and reached out with a finger and pushed. He fought for balance to keep from falling, but in the end, he lost. To himself, to the part of him that he had trapped behind glass walls. The part of him that was beyond the control he so painstakingly created over the years. As he fell over the edge he saw the madness in those cold blue eyes and knew that the man once he once was, the man known as Jonathan Quick was lost, possibly forever.