Possession -- Part 3
Adam felt sick to his stomach as he made his way reluctantly down the hall to Danny’s room. In a weak act of rebellion (or maybe just self-preservation) he was dressed in a pair of worn, grey pajama pants and a long-sleeved black t-shirt, long faded through years of wear - quite possibly the least sexy ensemble he could have put together from his wardrobe.
He really, really did not want to do this.
He knew that although Danny might have been covering it well, he was still angry about Adam’s innocent mockery a few nights earlier; but even if he hadn’t been, Adam still would not have looked forward to going to Danny’s room.
Even when he did not have a reason to do so, Danny seemed to take pleasure in making his nights as miserable as possible for Adam. He was careful never to cross certain lines, never to do anything so overtly threatening or hurtful as to cause Adam to go to Kris about it. He knew that despite Kris’s reservations about cutting him out of the regular rotation, Kris would do so in a heartbeat if he thought Adam was in any actual danger.
Still, every night after Danny had taken his pleasure of him, Adam left the room feeling dirty and degraded, exhausted and shaken and desperately relieved that it was over again - for another week, anyway. Each of the male Idols got one night a week with Adam, with the remaining two nights belonging to Kris, or Adam himself.
Danny’s nights were a source of constant dread for Adam, though he hadn’t ventured to mention it to Kris. After all, Danny hadn’t really done anything so terrible.
Yet.
Adam had a terrible feeling that tonight, that might change.
But… I can’t lose Kris. If refusing to go to Danny means that Kris will leave me… then I’ll do whatever he wants. Anything… if he just won’t leave me… and if it gets too bad… if he tries to take it too far, then… then I’ll go talk to Kris. He won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do…
Well… except this…
Danny opened his bedroom door, fully clothed in a loose button down shirt and jeans. “Hey, Adam,” he greeted him in a disarmingly welcoming voice, stepping back to allow Adam to step inside. “Come on in.”
Adam swallowed hard, his mouth dry with fear as he reluctantly obeyed.
He knew better than to trust the soft smile on Danny’s face.
He was no sooner through the door than he felt Danny’s hand on the back of his neck, felt the heat of his breath against his neck as Danny ran his free hand slowly down Adam’s arm. His voice was hushed, suggestive.
“Aren’t you a little… over-dressed?”
Adam closed his eyes for a moment, fighting back the roiling nausea rising in his throat, as he began to obey the implicit command with trembling hands. He stripped off his t-shirt over his head, casting it aside, before hesitantly sliding his pajama pants down over his hips, allowing them to pool around his ankles and then stepping out of them.
He kept his eyes downcast, knowing better than to watch Danny as he slowly circled him in a predatory manner. Strangely, he held one of his hideous neckties clutched in his clenched fist. Once he was behind Adam, out of sight, Danny trailed the tie slowly around Adam’s neck, before abruptly clutching both ends of it in one hand, twisting it cruelly to cut off Adam’s breath.
Adam gasped for breath, instinctively raising his hands in a vain attempt to pull the taut fabric away from his throat as Danny maneuvered him a few steps across the room until they were standing next to the bed. Once Adam was where Danny wanted him to be, Danny jerked backward on the tie around Adam’s throat, pulling Adam’s head back so that Danny’s lips brushed his ear as he spoke in a low, menacing tone very different from his former calm, gentle words.
“Get on your knees... bitch.”
Unable to free himself from Danny’s suffocating grip, Adam complied, holding up his hands in a gesture of submission. Danny responded by easing his grip enough that Adam could breathe, but not releasing him entirely. Adam was shaking, flinching instinctively as Danny crouched beside him to meet his eyes with a cruel smile, clearly taking pleasure in his fear and dismay.
His voice was soft, patronizingly patient, as he ran a suggestive hand up Adam’s thigh. “It’s my night tonight, Adam. That means I get whatever I want.” He paused a moment before asking in a tone of calm, almost clinical interest, “What do you think I want?”
“I d-don’t know,” Adam gasped, the tight fabric around his throat allowing him to draw breath, but barely. He was fighting off panic, trying to maintain control of his careening emotions long enough to respond. “I don’t know, but… but I’ll do…I’ll give you… w-whatever you want. Please…”
“Oh, I know you will, Adam,” Danny agreed with a slow nod, his cold smile never faltering. “And what I want…” He raised a hand to caress possessively down Adam’s cheek, his smirk twitching with malicious pleasure when Adam flinched. “… is for you to know better… than to ever try to humiliate me again.”
Adam’s stomach lurched at the clear sadistic intent in Danny’s cold blue eyes. He wanted to stay, wanted to please Kris by submitting to what he’d asked of him - but he was suddenly not sure that he could make himself go through with it. Surely Kris wouldn’t expect him to stay and endure whatever vindictive torment Danny had planned for him.
“Don’t move,” Danny ordered softly, rising to his feet and finally allowing the tie to fall from around Adam’s neck.
Adam remained obediently in place, his arms folded defensively over his bare stomach, one hand anxiously fidgeting with the silk strip of fabric that had fallen in front of him, as Danny moved around the room behind him, making some kind of preparations for whatever he was planning. Adam couldn’t help but turn around and look over his shoulder at one point, but Danny’s back was turned to him, and Adam couldn’t see what he was doing.
For a moment, Adam considered simply fleeing the room… but where would he go?
He waited, trembling and utterly vulnerable, until Danny returned with an array of implements which he laid out on the bed, directly within Adam’s line of vision. He slowly sat down on the bed beside them, narrowed eyes taking in Adam’s reaction with obvious enjoyment. Adam’s stomach dropped at the sight of the various seemingly innocuous items, all of which took on a far more sinister appearance, in the context of Danny’s vindictive desire to make him suffer.
A cigarette lighter… a pocketknife… a narrow, black leather belt…
This was far more than Adam was willing to submit to.
He lurched backward away from the gruesome display, fumbling off of his knees and reaching for the side of the bed to pull himself back to his feet.
“No… no, I won’t…”
“Unh-uh…”
Danny stood quickly, grabbing Adam’s hair before he could stand and jerking him backward and down again, off balance so that he fell into a sitting position, his back against the bed. Danny released Adam’s hair, only to deliver a sharp backhanded blow across his face, dizzying enough to allow him to grasp Adam’s wrist and fasten it into one end of a pair of handcuffs. He swiftly attached the other end to the leg of the bed, then stood back with a grim smile of satisfaction on his face.
“... no, you’re not going anywhere.”
Adam shook his head to clear it from the blow, eyes widening in terror when he saw what Danny had done. He jerked uselessly against the cuffs, already knowing that they were in fact genuine, and he would not be able to free himself from them so easily. Danny had used them on him many times before - but never in a situation quite as dark and dangerous as this one appeared to be.
“No,” Adam cried out in panic, struggling. “No, you can’t do this! I don’t want to do this, I won’t! I need to talk to Kris… I need to go to Kris and ask him…”
“No, you don’t,” Danny cut him off in a disconcertingly soothing tone, kneeling in front of Adam and grasping his free hand, pinning it back against the bed. “Easy… calm down, Adam… calm down and listen to me…”
Adam was only further panicked by the added restraint, and struggled to free himself from Danny’s grasp. “No… no…!”
“Adam, shut the hell up!”
Danny finally snapped, impatient, grasping his throat and forcing his head back against the bed. Adam froze, gasping for breath, shaking violently, his every muscle taut, in the grip of his instinctive but utterly thwarted fight or flight response. He struggled to slow his frantic breaths, to steady himself and calm down enough to think of a way out of this situation. After a few moments of tense silence, he finally responded in a hoarse, defiant whisper.
“Kris will kill you for this. Enjoy it, because he’ll never let you touch me again…”
Danny let out a cruel laugh. “Oh, I will enjoy it, Adam, trust me,” he sneered, before his smile faded into a dark, serious expression of cold satisfaction. “But you’re wrong. Kris won’t do a thing to me. He doesn’t care what I do to you, Adam. Tonight - I have a free pass.”
Adam’s heart lurched at those words, and he stared at Danny in horrified confusion, shaking his head slowly. “No… you’re lying…”
“He told me about what you did, Adam,” Danny continued, shaking his head with an exaggerated grimace of reproof. “How you defied him. He wasn’t very happy about that, was he?”
Adam’s eyes widened with stunned disbelief, and he stopped shaking his head. “He… he told you about that?” he whispered, his face flaming with humiliation.
Danny nodded in a falsely sad, sympathetic way. “Yeah. He did.” He paused, leaning in closer to Adam’s face, smiling against his ear as he added in a malicious whisper, “And he told me to help him teach you a lesson. Tonight, Adam… you don’t have the option of refusing. If you don’t do as I say, then… well… Kris will know that you really don’t give a damn about pleasing him, do you?”
“Yes, I do,” Adam argued, his voice trembling, his eyes welling with tears of confusion and fear and betrayal. “I do…”
“Then you’ll do exactly as I say… no matter how much you hate it… how much it disgusts you…” Danny’s breath against Adam’s ear made him shiver as Danny added in a hushed tone of soft menace, “… how much it hurts…” He drew back finally, head lowered in an attempt to meet Adam’s downcast eyes. “… to prove to Kris that you’re really willing to submit to him. Okay?”
Adam hesitated, painfully confused and utterly terrified. He looked up at Danny at last, a stubborn refusal in his eyes. “Kris wouldn’t let you do this. He wouldn’t make me…”
Danny slapped him, hard, cutting off his words and filling his mouth with the coppery taste of his own blood, as the stars slowly faded from his vision.
“He would,” he stated softly. “He has. And if you don’t care what he wants, then…” Danny made a grand gesture toward the door before reaching into his pocket and taking out the key to the handcuffs, holding it out in his palm for Adam to take. “… by all means… walk out that door. Go on, Adam. Leave.” He slowly closed his hand around the key, a nasty smile forming on his lips as he shook his head and added, “Just don’t go to his room when you do.”
Adam was quiet for a long moment, staring between the longed for key in Danny’s hand, and the door on the other side of the room. He swallowed hard, torn between the threat of Danny’s vicious, vindictive desires - and the threat of losing Kris.
In the end, there was no question as to which threat held the greater power.
“Okay,” he whispered. “Okay… I’ll… I’ll do whatever you want. Just… please…” He looked up to meet Danny’s eyes again, his own tormented and filled with dread. “… just make sure and tell him I did?”
Danny’s smile softened with deceptive compassion as he knelt in front of Adam, a harsh hand fisting in his hair and drawing him close for a kiss that started off gentle, but grew increasingly possessive and dominating. Danny’s teeth raked across Adam’s lower lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he finally pulled away, his tone as patient and sympathetic as ever.
“Of course I will.”
Greedy, lustful hands trailed over Adam’s exposed body, and he shuddered with revulsion, but forced himself to submit to the unwelcome touch. The horrific night he knew he was in for stretched before him like a never-ending nightmare - except he knew that eventually, it would end.
And when it did… he would still belong to Kris.
TBC...