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Robby, I call, trying to meet his eyes. I falter the moment he stares back. Robby always has a malicious kind of aura to him, something that lingers even when he has just saved a patient's life. When he's just given a five dollar bill to a little kid for ice cream. When he's just helped deliver a healthy baby. Something sinister that lurks beneath the surface. Something that begs for a reason. It hurts. Oh, god, it hurts. Something painfully sharp rests against my thigh. He's concealed the needle from everyone else's view, but I can see it clear as day. He makes sure of that. I can't see the substance through the frosted exterior, but I know it's succinylcholine because my body is starting to feel heavy. He lets go of me, aware that I won't be able to make it out of the room before I'm on the floor. Still, I stumble around the room, crashing into equipment before the relaxer takes full effect. I raise my shaky hand to the handle, I beg God for a miracle that I know I'm not deserving of. The door opens before i can grasp the handle. I think God has answered my prayer, because in walks Mel.
But she doesn't react to my clumsy, confused, drugged behavior. Instead, she smiles. Helps me to the ground. "It's working great," She says, and catches my head when I'm about to hit the floor. Her thumb traces across my cheek.
"Please, my kids--" I cry, with all that's left in me. "Your kids are fine, Dr. Langdon! We discussed this all with your wife. She was very supportive. You don't have to worry." I can't muster anything out, but my tears speak for me. Discussed what with my wife? What did she agree to? What's happening? Why are you in on this, Mel?
Abbot walks in. He's holding a cup of coffee, as if this is a regular day. Regular sighting. He looks tired. "No one told me we were doing this so early. I barely got the damn truck warmed up." He rubs at his forehead, like he has a headache.
"Well, we weren't planning on Dr. Langdon being here this early. We were originally going to try and ease him into the idea even if it would end with [this] result regardless." Mel continues to stroke my face. I find comfort in it and I hate that I do, because she's part of whatever they're doing to me. My brain hasn't caught up to the fear I should have towards her yet. I look back over at Abbot and my soul leaves my entire body. He's holding a crossbow--He's holding a fucking crossbow on his back. My heartbeat speeds up and Mel takes notice. She seems to know immediately what my fear is aimed at. "Oh, no, don't worry, Langdon! The crossbow won't be used on you--not unless you try to run when the relaxer wears off. But we know you won't! You're a good boy, I told them that, and I told them especially there was no need to bring the bow since the relaxer won't start to wear until we've hit our destination." I can feel the look she gives to Abbot without seeing it. I try to think of all the places this secret destination could be, but my mind comes up blank. None of us have ever talked about any places that weren't our current homes. With the exception of Mel who occasionally spends nights at her sister's overnight care unit.
“Nothing wrong with keeping the boy on his toes.” Abbot adds.
Robby sighs. “Can somebody get a wheelchair?”
Mel gets up—After gently placing my head down on the ground—and leaves to find a wheelchair. Abbot kneels down to reach my level. The bow sways in my face. I know he can see my eyes darting with fear. I think he likes it. “Hi, Puppy.” He smirks, pets my hair. ”Blink twice if you’re going to be good and I can put the bow away in the trunk.“ I blink twice quickly. He laughs immediately. “Awe man, naw. Sorry, pup. Bow is staying on. But you’re a very good listener.“ I don’t like the way my stomach spins at his praise. I don’t like how much it means to my body.
Mel makes her way back, wheelchair being pushed in with both her hands. I want to be afraid, but honestly, I’m excited to be off the floor. Maybe I deserve whatever they’re going to do to me. Maybe this is my karma for stealing Louie‘s meds. Maybe this is God finally punishing me for the empty promises and constant begging. Mel hoists me up forward and I land on her chest. Robby shakes his head. “No, I’ve got it. Don’t worry, Mel. Go find Dennis.” She nods and is out of the room again.
Robby picks me up with ease and places me in the wheelchair. God, my back is so sore from the floor. I can feel the tears picking up again. I could really go for a painkiller right now. When’s the last time I had any? Oh god, when’s the last time? My back hurts so much right now, it didn’t hurt that much a minute ago, did it? Is this just me being an addict, like Santos said?
He starts to wheel me out of the room, Abbot close behind. No one bats an eye at the bow. In fact, they all look at me like I’m whats out of place.
We‘re out of the hospital. My mind is moving rapidly. It finally dawns on me that I’m at their complete mercy. I try so hard to think of escape routes, but ultimately I know there's nothing i can do. I won’t be able to move until we’re wherever they’re taking me. I can’t even talk.
I hear Mel’s voice coming through the doors and my body relaxes—As much as a body already on a muscle relaxer can, anyway. She’s with Whitaker. I haven’t had a proper conversation with him yet, so I can’t seem to find a reason why he’s in on this as well. But, then again, me and Abbot haven’t spoken much, either. Against my better judgment, I try to imagine that they’re doing this because they care about me. Even if it doesn’t make sense for Whitaker to be here. Even if Abbot is carrying a bow and twenty sharp arrows. Even if Robby laughed at my pain while I stumbled around. Is this some unorthodox form of fucked up rehab?
Effortlessly, Robby seats me inside the truck in the middle of the backseat. Whitaker on my left. Mel on my right. Abbot in the drivers. Robby in the passengers. They chatter amongst themselves like I’m not even there. I fall asleep.
When I come to, the car is pulling up a driveway. With the little strength I have gained back from the relaxer beginning to wear off, I turn my head to look around. Trees. Trees. Nothing but trees. I look forward. A cabin. A cabin? Oh god, they’re going to kill me.
Whitaker is the first to notice my movement. “Oh, puppy seems to be awake.“
”Hey, welcome back, buddy.” Robby says, getting out of the car to stretch. We must have been driving for awhile. That makes my stomach churn. I’m so far away from civilization. From help.
Abbot gets out of the car and drops the bow to the ground. I flinch. Mel smiles and pinches my cheek. He comes to the backdoor and helps Whitaker out before unbuckling me and putting me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Inside, they seat me on a couch that appears to be made out of homemade leather. The thought alone almost makes me gag. How could I work with these people and not know how into hunting they were? How into kidnapping they were?
Abbot and Robby are seated in front of me on a couch. Mel and Whitaker sit in chairs next to them. I feel the last of the relaxer exiting my body as I raise my hand to wipe the sweat from my forehead. Thank god, I say, internally.
“Welcome to your new home,” Robby says, getting comfortable on the couch. Spreading his legs. “Robby, that's no way to introduce him to his new life.” Abbot says, though he’s clearly amused. “Puppy—That’s what we’ll be calling you from now on—We were made aware of your using issue. There‘s no fancy explanation, really, we came up with this in a night. Figured it was the best way we could help you. We’ve seen the way you work, the way you follow Robby around waiting for orders like a lost dog, the way you constantly look to Mel for guidance and validation on your decisions. The way you feel intimated by Dennis because he’s good at what he does and so much better than you, who’s been doing it longer than him. You’re a mutt, you’ve always been a mutt. You crave to be dominated, we know. We want to give that to you. We know you’d never ask, why would you? Why would anyone? No one’s ever ready to fully commit to something like this. Not without a push. That's why we’re pushing you.”
My brain is melting out of my ears. “What..? I don’t..” I can’t seem to find the right words. Again, my crying speaks for me. My sobs echo through the cabin. No one reacts. Probably because they were prepared for this.
Abbot carries on like nothing. “Come, puppy. You’ve got your motor back. Come to me.”
I blink. Breathe heavy. But, like nature, I get on all fours and crawl towards him. I don’t even feel embarrassed. For a second I believe I was made for this. I stop right between his legs. He pets me, soft. I melt into it. “Good boy,” he says.
Though I’ve never said it out loud, or even admitted it to myself, I do think most of what Abbot said is correct. I do crave domination. I‘ve tried asking my wife to be dominant in the bedroom, but she’s never taken any interest. I’ve found myself looking at strap-on and daddy dom porn on more occasions than I can count. At some point, it grew from slight curiosity into full blown obsession. I couldn’t even have sex with my wife without imagining i was being degraded by a gruff, older man who made me call him daddy. I was able to reach my climax when I pretended I was being forced to breed my mommy.
Mel comes up behind me and gently pulls my shirt up. I don’t fight it. I embrace it. I’m ready for it. For this. She tosses it to the side. I’m breathing heavy. I don’t even notice my bulge until Mel caresses my face and asks me if I’m feeling warm, to which I nod in response. I assume warm means aroused. And I am. My pants are next. I even help her by shaking my hips to make it easier to get them off.
“He’s so eager!” Dennis says, playfully. He gets on the floor with me and Mel and scratches under my chin. Something comes over me, I’m not sure what, but something. I jump on him and start to lick his face. He smiles and rubs my bare back, laughing out a ‘get down puppy!‘, to which i ignore—Until I feel Mel call for me. I finally let up on Dennis. His face is covered in my saliva.
I turn to her. At some point, Abbot and Robby made their way down to the floor as well. Everyone is on the floor now. With me. With puppy.
Mel carefully pulls my underwear off, the last garment I have on. I don’t struggle. I’m leaking precum. She coos at me. ”Awe, puppy, would you like some help?” I nod, eager. Like Dennis said.
Robby leans forward and takes my cock in his hand. He pumps it, soft at first, gradually getting rougher. All of them coo praises at me, telling me how good I am. That I’m their only puppy. I like that one a lot. Dennis kisses me wetly. Abbot takes his own cock out and starts to jerk himself off at the sight. I suppose Dennis felt bad, because he immediately started to suck Abbot off. Mel sat by my side and kissed my face whenever i winced at Robby’s fast motions.
“Mommy,” I whine out, looking directly at Mel. She takes my head into her lap.
“Mommy’s here. Daddy’s here. Papa’s here. Big brother's here. We’re all here. We’re all here for you, puppy.“
“I think… I think—“ I bite my lip, close my eyes tight. They know I’ve reached my climax. Suddenly, everyone’s at my side again—by everyone I mean Abbot and Dennis. They got lost in their own little world for a moment. I’m glad the attention is back on me. They watch me come, petting me as i do. Someone rubs my back. Someone else says I’ve been good and I get to have whatever i want for dinner. Someone else kisses my cheek and starts to clean me up.
I’m looking up at the ceiling as they pamper me in tenderness and love. I thank God. I thank God for gifting me this. I apologize for every time I’ve ever begged for anything that wasn’t this.