Kidnapped (Part 1)

Kidnapped

Part 1

Even now, I can’t believe where I am or what I have become. I’m not even sure how long I have been here or how long I have lived the life that was imposed upon me. All I do know is that I can never leave. Even if I could leave, this is now the only life that I will ever know, and slowly I have come to accept it. It’s certainly not the life that I had imagined for myself. Everyone I knew thinks that I’m dead. No one has ever come to look for me. I am dependent upon him for everything. He owns me. He is my Master, and in spite of everything, I can’t help but love him.

How did all of this come about? It’s a long story, but I will do my best to explain it in the best way that I can.

I was once a good-looking straight man in my mid twenties, 6’0�, 195 lbs, 32� waist, short-cropped dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. (I don’t really know how old I am now.) I had graduated from college with honors in business administration and was working for a high-end Wall Street firm. I had even played a bit of football in high school and in college, so I was in top physical form as I continued to work out. I only wore the best designer suits, such as Armani & DKNY, took my fiancée to the finest restaurants (yes, I had been engaged to a beautiful girl from a wealthy family), and drove an expensive Mercedes. It was a great life, and I had an incredible view from my apartment in Manhattan. I could see all the way to the World Trade Center, which is where my office used to be. Ironically, if I wasn’t where I am now, I probably wouldn’t be alive today; and that’s also why everyone believes that I’m dead: buried in the rubble where so many did die.

I loved to hang out with various friends, some of which I had played football with in high school and college; but I had also hung out with another guy. He was different. He wasn’t a jock like most of my friends were, but thanks to his tutoring abilities, he helped me to keep my grades high enough so that I could continue to play sports and do well enough in college to get the great job that I once had. He was also gay, and I don’t mean swishy gay like most straight men like to stereotype gay men. No, he acted straight, but I knew from the beginning that there was something different about him from the way that he would look at me, to the way he would cook meals when I visited him and especially when he voluntarily started to polish the boots I wore when I was in ROTC. I couldn’t believe it when I found my highly polished boots waiting for me at his place (where I had inadvertently left them, along with my uniform, which had been neatly pressed). That’s when I looked at him straight in the eye and asked him, “John, are you gay?�

He paused for a few moments, then, with his head down, he slowly looked up at me and replied, “Yes Matt. I am gay.�

“Are you attracted to me?� I asked him.

With a few tears starting to run down he said, “Yes, but please don’t hate me for it.�

“John, I’m not mad at you. I just wish that you had told me. I don’t care if you’re gay, but I’m sorry, I can’t reciprocate. I’m not gay.� I said to him.

“I know you’re not Matt. Are you still going to be friends with me?� he asked.

“Well of course we’re still friends. I don’t care that you’re gay. You’ve done so much for me and I do care for you.� I replied.

He smiled and wiped the tears from his face. I said to him, “You didn’t have to polish my boots. I do it every week.�

“I know. I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t have to worry about trying to polish them for your next ROTC class,� he said.

“Well, you didn’t do a bad job; though you don’t do it as well as I do,� I told him.

“I know. Don’t be mad,� he said.

“I’m not, and you’re still my friend. Look, I’m taking Gina out on Friday night and I want you to come with us. We’re going to see a movie.�

“Yeah, I’d like that Matt,� he said.

It was a little different for me when I figured out that he was gay, and I knew that he was attracted to me; but I didn’t want to lose him as a friend. And, from what I could see, he didn’t want to lose me as a friend either.

After graduation and I got my Wall Street job, I still hung out with John and I even asked him to be in my wedding, which was supposed to be in December of 2001. He agreed as he told me that I would always be his best friend, no matter what. I was happy that he had finally accepted the fact that I wasn’t gay. At least, he seemed to have accepted it. In fact, he got to be good friends with Gina and they shopped together frequently. As a gift for his birthday that year, I got him a pair of Corcoran jump boots, identical to the boots that I had worn when I had been in ROTC. He loved those boots. I couldn’t believe how his fact lit up when he opened the box and saw them. He wore those boots every day, and, I think he still wears them a lot today; but he also has other boots now.

One day, while I was visiting him at his apartment, I saw him trying to polish the boots. I said to him, “Here, give those boots to me and I’ll polish them up for you. You’re not putting enough polish onto them to give them a spit shine.�

He handed me the boots and I proceeded to sit on the floor of his living room and started polishing. He sat on his sofa and watched me from above, just smiling. I explained to him what I was doing as I polished and he listened to every word that I said, as he always did. I have to admit that I liked to do things for him. There was just something about him that made me want to be with him and help him out when I could. While I polished his boots, he told me that was thinking about getting a dog. I told him that I thought that was a good idea and that I’d help him find one when he was ready. He said that he knew exactly what he wanted, but he wanted to keep it a secret until the time was right. I thought that was little odd, but continued polishing. It took me about 2 hours to polish them properly, but I didn’t mind. He was, after all, my best friend and I kind of liked the idea of him wearing highly polished boots that I had personally shined for him.

It was a few months later that John told me that he was buying a house out in the country. I was really surprised that he wanted to move out of the city, but he wasn’t happy with the gay-dating scene (that I knew very little of) and said that he wanted a place where he could let his dog run around, which did make a lot of sense. Of course, I was so busy getting ready for my wedding with Gina, that I never had the time to go with John to look at houses. In June, he had found a place and was in the process of purchasing it; and by the end of July, he had moved in. I told him that Gina and I would make some time to come out and see it, but it probably wouldn’t be until after the wedding. John didn’t seem to mind about that.

I spoke with John a lot in the coming weeks from work online (as we always did) and, early in September, he asked me to have a drink with him after work one Friday night. I met him at a little neighborhood bar, and we were enjoying our drinks. He, of course, was wearing his jump boots and even had his black jeans tucked into them. He was very happy about something and so I finally asked him, “What’s up with you tonight John? I haven’t seen you this jovial before.�

“Oh, I’m getting my new dog; and I’m very excited. He’s a great dog, though he doesn’t yet know that he’s going to mine yet.�

“Are you getting him from a breeder?� I asked him.

“Oh yeah, he’s been very well bred and very nicely groomed. He’s going to be with me for a very long time,� he said.

Some of his comments seemed a little odd to me, but, then, the drinks that I was having were also a bit strong. After a while, John asked me, “Hey Matt, would you like to come out and see my house in the country tonight? I know that Gina is out of town for the weekend for work. You could stay with me for the weekend and get away from the traffic and noise for a bit.�

A vacation from the city would be nice I thought, so I said, “Yeah, that would be nice. I don’t have to be back at work until the 11th.�

“Great. Let’s finish our drinks and we can take off. Don’t worry about clothes, I’ve got things that you can wear until you get back,� he said.

With that, we finished our drinks and we went to his truck. I got into the passenger seat and proceeded to pass out. I was tired, not only from work, but also from the alcohol. It was some time later that when I woke up, we were at his place. John said, “We’re home Matt. Let’s get inside.�

Groggily, I woke up and stepped out of the truck. John came around quickly and helped me to get inside the house. He said that he had a guest room all prepared and proceeded to take me some stairs. I didn’t think about it at the time, but the stairs didn’t lead up, they lead down. Of course, I was in no condition to protest, but I totally trusted John and I didn’t know the layout of his place.

Once we had walked downstairs, he helped me into a room and helped me to lie down. It seemed like an odd bed to me, but I was so tired, I wasn’t too concerned about it. John then helped me to get out of my clothes, and I passed out.