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Jensen inhaled deeply and drew in a lungful of fresh air. Well, as fresh as it was possible to get in this overcrowded city. He loved this little park, had discovered it hidden in the maze-like streets surrounding his tiny apartment a couple of months after he'd moved here. It was a haven of quiet compared to the madness of people and traffic in this neighbourhood and it felt good to have the illusion of calm for a while.
When he'd moved to the city from the small town he’d grown up in Jensen had been excited at the prospect of having a fresh start. He'd found living in the close knit community of his backwater home town claustrophobic. Wherever he had gone there had been someone who knew exactly who he was, who his parents were, who his pastor was. Knew the rumours that surrounded him. He couldn't look at another boy without receiving disapproving glares and the knowledge that his parents would hear about it before he'd even set foot through his front door. It had been suffocating. After he'd made the decision or rather had the decision forcefully made for him to move out, he'd figured that living in a busy metropolis would give him the freedom to live his life without feeling as though his every move was being scrutinised. Unfortunately his paranoia had packed right up and hitched along with him morphing into a crippling shyness which had left Jensen feeling more alone than ever.
The air was starting to turn cooler and the warm sunlight was fading so with a sigh Jensen slowly meandered along the winding path of the little park until he hit the rush of the streets again then quickly made his way home. Home ha! That was a laugh. Jensen hated his tiny cramped dive of an apartment. Living here was expensive though and his shoebox sized room was all he could afford, in fact he had to work two jobs to even afford this much. He worked in a store during the day, mainly moving stock and filling shelves. Occasionally he worked the cash register but his boss didn't think he had the necessary social skills to serve the customers. Actually the boss probably had a valid point there. He'd also managed to find a job a few nights a week cleaning. Originally he'd been cleaning offices but he'd had an unusually good stroke of luck a few months back and had found a job cleaning in a small art gallery. Ok, maybe it still wasn't the most glamorous job ever but he loved it there. He loved the space, beauty and tranquillity. Other than his little park it was his favourite place in the city.
Returning home, Jensen made sure his door was firmly locked behind him before scouring his cupboard for something to eat. Looked like it was noodles again.
In all honesty it wasn't like his cooking skills could stretch to much more anyway but sometimes he yearned for a hot, filling, home cooked meal. His mom was maybe a narrow-minded homophobic bitch but God could she cook.
Thinking about his mom made Jensen’s stomach lurch. He’d thought that making a new start somewhere would help him forget about the torment of his teenage years. His parents’ reaction to finding out about his attraction to other boys had been extreme although hardly unexpected. It felt like years since he had experienced a kind word or soft touch from the family he had loved so much. Actually it was years. He was only 14 when his parents had discovered him kissing David Baxter. From then until they had shown him the door at 18 they had made his life a complete misery. Sometimes he thought they been glad of an excuse to belittle and humiliate him, they had certainly seemed to enjoy it. Giving himself a mental shake Jensen forced himself to stop that train of thought. It was in the past. Done. Over. He was a grown man now damn it. He was 22 years old and it was time he got a grip and got on with his life. Yeah because he hadn’t given himself that little lecture a hundred times before.
Jensen had a shift at the gallery tonight. He was starting later than usual because there was a new exhibition and the opening party wasn’t due to be over until after midnight.
Arriving at the gallery Jensen was disappointed to see that the caterers were still clearing up behind themselves and a few guests were standing chatting. He would have to wait till the building was empty till he could get on with cleaning the toilets and the floors, ah his glamorous life. He threw his bag into the janitors cupboard but didn’t bother putting on his coveralls just yet, deciding to have a walk through the gallery to see if he could get started cleaning anywhere. Actually he wanted to have a look at the new exhibit but it was always good to have an excuse to be wandering about when he probably shouldn’t be. The new display was by an artist that Jensen had never heard of and as always he was excited to see new work in the gallery. The partygoers having been encouraged to leave were heading towards the exits and the caterers clearing the last of the debris paid him no attention so he felt safe looking around.
The photographs on view were stunning. Jensen felt his breath catch when he saw the subject matter. Most of the photographs displayed were in black and white and showed images of beautiful men in various poses and stages of undress, several were completely nude. The light seemed to bounce off the angles of their gorgeous bodies. In one a drop of sweat could be seen rolling down the defined muscles of a perfectly toned back. Another showed a young man with cut abs who appeared to be in the middle of a pull up, the strain in his biceps evident. However when he caught sight of a picture titled simply ‘Adored’, Jensen literally stopped breathing for a moment. The naked man in the heart stopping image was kneeling, legs spread wide with his arms held behind him. A narrow collar was strapped around his neck to which a silver chain leash was attached and apparently being pulled tight by an unseen hand. In his mouth was a bit, like the type Jensen thought was used on horses. The subject’s gorgeous thick cock hung half hard between his legs but what Jensen couldn’t look away from was the look in the man’s eyes. Jensen was sure it was a look of joy, love and pride. Jensen felt his own cock harden at the thought of being that man, to be the focus of another person’s desire and love. To be the centre of someone’s world like this man so obviously was.
The slamming of a door echoed through the building jolting Jensen out of his trance. He pulled himself away from the photograph and realising he was alone, forced himself to get on with what he was being paid to do.
Only Jensen wasn’t quite as alone as he thought. In the shadows the photograph’s creator was intently watching the beautiful boy who was so mesmerized by his image. In that moment, Jensen's life changed without him even realising it.
Jensen's life carried on as normal in the following days, his routine never varied. As much as he wanted to really start living his life and experience everything possible in such a lively and liberal city he just couldn’t force himself to do it. His shyness and unbelievably low self confidence just continued to worsen. He was stuck in a particularly vicious lonely circle. He had no friends here, no one to go out and socialise with but the thought of walking into a club or bar full of strangers on his own filled him with terror. He couldn’t talk to the customers in his store without blushing and tripping over his words. He couldn’t even sit in a diner on his own and eat. He had tried it once but had been flushed and sweating by the time he had sat down, could barely stutter out his order to the waitress and had felt so sick by the time his food arrived that he’d barely touched it before hurriedly leaving some cash and fleeing the place. Nope, Jensen was trapped in the safety of his routine.
Nearly a week after the gallery opening when Jensen arrived for his usual evening cleaning shift he found an envelope waiting for him at the janitors closet where he usually dumped his bag and changed. He hesitated before opening it. The only thing he could think it would be was his notice but he couldn’t think of anything he had done to deserve being fired. When his trembling fingers pried the envelope open he discovered a heavy sheet of embossed writing paper. Written in embellished script appeared to be a poem:
When the rain
Is blowing in your face
And the whole world
Is on your case
I could offer you
A warm embrace
When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no-one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging
On the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change
Are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing
Like me yet
I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends
Of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
Well that was weird. Weird and a bit creepy. Weird, very creepy and incredibily beautiful. Jensen double checked that the envelope was addressed to him then reread the words. He couldn’t understand why someone would write something so passionate to him. It didn’t make any sense. It was disturbing and he knew he should be freaked out but actually he felt a warm glow and that was really...well...weird. Jensen tucked the hand written note into his pocket and tried to forget about it and if over the next couple of days he unfolded it and reread it till the paper was getting worn and wrinkled then no-one would know but him.
The second letter he received was waiting for him in the mailbox at his apartment a few days later. Somehow Jensen wasn’t shocked that his anonymous admirer (or crazed stalker depending on which way you looked at it) knew where he lived. He carefully slit the envelope open. He was slightly afraid to see what was written but also felt a happy flutter of excitement. This time there were fewer words on the page. Simply written was:
'My body needs your body
Your mind craves my mind
Our love entwined will last forever'
It was signed with a masculine looking ‘J’. Jensen didn’t know what the hell to think. There wasn’t anything directly threatening in the letters and to be honest although there was a niggling worry at the back of his mind he felt flattered.
Receiving the letters started to become a daily occurrence. They were either left at the gallery for him or in his mailbox. They usually contained short poems, declarations of love or embarrassing descriptions of his beauty but sometimes there were statements that made Jensen feel as if his admirer could see into his soul. He seemed to know how lonely Jensen was and how he longed just to be seen and loved. Jensen was pretty sure if he had any friends to discuss it with, they would tell him to report the stalking, to ignore the letters or throw them away but actually they had become the highlight of his day.
Jensen took his latest note home to read, sitting on his ratty couch he carefully opened it up and read:
'I know what you want and I can be everything you need Jensen. You were born to be on your knees. Your submission would be the greatest gift in the world to me. I want to make your body sing and your mind fly. I want you to be mine.'
Fuck! Jensen dropped the letter like it had burnt him. That, now that, that was twisted shit. Maybe he should be worried; maybe he should be packing his bags and getting the hell out of there. His hands were shaking and his heart was thundering in his chest. He didn’t know what the fuck to think. Maybe whoever was sending these letters was just a psycho that wanted to kidnap and torture him. He had never been frightened after reading any of these notes before and honestly he just felt like crying. He had been a fool to think that anybody decent could love him; he didn’t deserve that, no he had obviously just attracted a sick nutcase. He picked the letter back up and took it to the box where he had kept the others and proceeded to throw the lot of them in his trashcan then he curled himself onto his bed and cried. An hour later, Jensen had calmed down but images were scrambling around in his head, predominantly the photo in the gallery of the man on his knees. He remembered how he felt when he first saw it, how he had wanted it to be him kneeling there in submission. How he had wanted to be the focus of someone’s desire. He imagined how it would feel to have a leather collar fastened tightly around his neck, feeling it there every time he breathed. Imagined having his arms strapped behind his back leaving him helpless and vulnerable. Kneeling at a man’s feet, waiting to be used, desperate to be touched. Without realising it Jensen had popped open the buttons of his jeans and his hand was working over his rapidly thickened cock. He didn’t take his time, he didn’t try to draw out his pleasure and he wasn’t gentle. His hips thrust up, his hand tightened around his dick and he fucked hard into his fist until with a grunt he shot over his hand and stomach. Oh God, there was a possibility that he was the sick nut.
The next day when no new letter appeared, Jensen didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved. It did give him space to think, not that it helped any. He was so confused. Confused because he thought he should be feeling scared and upset but what he found himself feeling was curious and horny. That in turn made him feel dirty and wrong which took him straight back to confused. So he'd decided it maybe was best just to avoid thinking altogether.
The following day when Jensen got home at night after a long day at the store he found a package waiting for him. Dread and anticipation churned in his stomach. He sat staring at the package for what felt like hours before finding the nerve to open it. Inside wrapped in layers of red tissue paper was a pair of black jeans, a soft white silk shirt and a pair of white jersey boxer shorts. There was also a shallow leather box locked tight with a silver padlock and another letter. The letter read:
Jensen my love it's time for you to become mine.
Wear these clothes I have chosen for you and meet me at the gallery. I’m waiting for you now. Bring your gift.
This time the letter was signed ‘Jeff’.
Jensen found himself standing outside the locked doors of the art gallery. He was shivering and he didn’t know whether it was caused by nerves or the chill in the air because the thin silk shirt he was wearing with the tight fitting jeans didn't give much protection from the elements. It was the need to get in out of the cold that finally forced Jensen to use his key and enter the gallery.
He walked through the empty halls, his footsteps echoing in the silence. He made his way to the new exhibition of photos, instinct telling him that was where he would find answers.
Standing waiting for him was a gorgeous man dressed in ass hugging black jeans and a skin skimming black silk shirt. He had thick dark wavy hair, stubble on his handsome face and big warm brown eyes. His face lit up with a breathtaking smile when his eyes fell on Jensen. Nervously Jensen stopped a few feet away, not knowing what to do or say. It was Jeff that spoke first in a deep rough voice that sounded like honey to Jensen’s ears, smooth and soft.
“Jensen, I'm so relieved you came. I have been desperate to meet you but I didn’t want to rush you into this.”
“What exactly is this?” Jensen whispered.
With another stunning smile Jeff answered “This is a relationship. I would like us to belong to one another Jensen. I think you have been lost and I am lucky enough to have found you. I want you on your knees submitting to me. I want to take care of you; I want to give you everything you deserve. I want to cherish you."
"I'm not a child you know” grouched Jensen, “I don't need anyone taking care of me. I've been doing a decent job of taking care of myself for years now. You don't even know me and I definitely don't know you. Why would I give up everything and let you control me. I'm not weak."
“I know you don't need anyone to take care of you. You have no idea how much respect I have for you, for everything you’ve achieved since your parents threw you out. You were so brave to move here and are amazingly strong to have survived in this crazy city all on your own. I don't want you to come to me because you need me to look after you. I'd like you to come to me because you want and trust me to look after you."
Jensen shook his head, “I don't know. I don't know you, I don't know if I can be everything you want.”
With a smirk Jeff said, “Do you like me sweetheart, do you find me attractive? Can you see yourself splayed out on my bed, your hands cuffed to my headboard and legs spread wide. Would you let me pinch you nipples until they’re red and sore, then bite them until you scream? Would you let me put my hands around your neck and squeeze until you gasp for breath? Do you want me to suck on your cock and balls then push my tongue into your tight little hole and lick you out until you can’t remember your own name? Will you beg me to let you suck my cock? Do you want me to hold you down and fuck you hard?”
Jensen swallowed hard. His mouth was suddenly completely dry. He knew his face was flushed red and his cock was swelling and bulging in his obscenely tight jeans. He stammered, “God yes...I mean, maybe...I'm not sure...”
Jeff’s smoky drawl interrupted Jensen's embarrassed stuttering, “how about you give me a week. Come and stay with me for one week. I promise you will be safe and I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. If you want to go home at the end of the week I won't stop you and we can hopefully at least be friends but if this week goes as well as I think it will then I will give you the key to that beautiful box in your hands and you will submit to me and I will love, cherish and care for you.”
“Ok,” Jensen nodded, “ok I can do that. I think I want to do that”.
Jeff grinned and stepped forward hugging Jensen tight against his broad chest. “Excellent Sweetheart, thank you, you won’t regret this."
“What about my jobs, my apartment?” asked Jensen.
“It’s ok”, Jeff replied as he ushered Jensen out the door to his waiting car, “I’ve already handled that.”
“And wait a minute,” Jensen suddenly realised something and stalled before he got in the car. “How did you know about my parents?”
Jeff turned and gave Jensen a soft kiss to his cheek before encouraging him into the car and replying, “You may have noticed that I have some awesome stalker skills happening Sweetheart, don’t worry you’ll grow to love them.”