In the Loving Hands of Luke

A few quick words before the story starts. Hi! I'm back after another long hiatus. I attempted to continue Work Slave, but ultimately found myself feeling ill-inspired to continue that story. There is more to it, and I'll likely continue it eventually, but until then we'll have to just get into this new series I recently started working on! I do not have all the details planned out for this one. I just kind of let my ideas out on paper and then tried to make sense of it all. There is a general direction but I'll have to unpack what that all means.

The story is entirely fictional. Based on a made-up country that (if this story continues) will be elaborated on a bit more. This is definitely a bit more of a living-breathing world beyond those doors story that I may explore in future chapters. I also wrote this in a first-person point of view in the present time. It was a bit of a challenge, and I probably break that a few times throughout the story, but I tried my best. Future chapters may not follow the same present tense telling, but will remain in first person. Anyway, as always let me know what you think!

The First Day (What the fuck?)

A loud bang startles me awake. “What the fuck?” I attempt to say before noticing my jaw feels heavy and my mouth tastes like sand. I am unable to speak, I should grab the glass of water from my nightstand. Before I can reach over I hear chatter from two unrecognizable voices in a language I definitely do not speak. While they talk I attempt to reach over for that glass of water before realizing I can’t. My hands are constrained by this box. Now I’m really wondering what the fuck? Where am I? The lid of the crate that I apparently am in slides open as a bright white light blinds me. 

Soon after my vision clears up to find a man looking down at me. The man I would soon discover to be the reason I’m in this situation. My new Master, or Luke as you’d insist on me calling you. But fuck that. You’re the reason my life is now over! I must admit you are attractive, however. A beard and a mustache that connect so perfectly. Well kept. A nice haircut anyone would want to have their fingers lost in, chocolate brown eyes to drool over, and a uniform that compliments your entire body. You smile at me as we lock eyes, and I shiver. Realizing I’m butt naked as the breeze flows through this crate. You say something in that unfamiliar language before stating those four words that would ring in my head for the next several hours, “I’ll see you tonight.”

The lid on the box closes as I’m reunited with the mysterious darkness. I knock on the crate and call out for answers. Attempting to expand to make an escape out of here before realizing I feel heavily paralyzed. What the fuck is going on? I need answers. I feel the box move. Over the course of a few hours it feels as if I’m being transported like some kind of package. My heart racing out of fear as I try to remember anything from before these moments of waking up. I was studying when I received a text from my friend. He was reminding me of our plans to go bowling... For some strange reason I can’t remember anything after reading that message. Whatever happened must have happened right after that.

I’m left to replay those final moments in my head over and over again as the movement eventually comes to a stop. A heavy thump as the crate holding me hits the ground. Another man speaks in that unfamiliar language again before walking off. I try to grab his attention, or anyone's attention for that matter. Knocking on the crate once more rapidly for what feels like ages. It all fell on deaf ears until he finally arrived. I hear the rambling of keys, the sound of a door opening, and before long the crate being lifted. His masculine grunt is so alluring, so attractive despite everything. The crate is set down one last time before it is open again and I am met with his smile yet again. 

“Hello, gorgeous. Or should I say Steven.” He says, seeming to taunt me before continuing. “I will explain everything in due time, but first allow me to help you out of that thing.” His arms reach in as he pulls me out. His grip is so secure, his strength so... What the fuck am I thinking? He helps me out of the crate before setting me down on a leather couch. Still keeping a grasp on me, seeming to inform me that he still has control as he allows me to register everything. I examine my surroundings... We’re in a rather cozy looking living room. No TV, but it feels kind of peaceful here.

“What-” I mutter before immediately being shushed by him. He then sits next to me while feeling my exposed body. Moving awfully close to my cock I jump. He grunts softly as he pulls me close to him and kisses my neck. It feels weird having my skin press up against his uniform, but his soothing yet controlling nature was taking quite a hold on me somehow. “Let me start with the basics.” He begins. “My name is Luke. You are no longer in North America. You are in Proulia. A country where slavery is legal still.” He pauses as my body tenses up. It seems he can feel it as he continues to caress my nude body lovingly. I am not having it as I desperately try to throw his arms away to make some sort of escape.

“You were injected with a highly potent paralysis medication earlier today after your last gassing. So that you would be awake for introductions but not so resistant to need restraints.” He says so nonchalantly I find myself growing angered with the situation. He again seems to read the situation and grows silent for a few moments to allow me to process his words. “I already have many slaves. You may meet them at some point, but truthfully I don’t want to train another slave.” He says followed by another long pause as his hands now hover directly over my softened cock. “I want a companion.” He whispers so teasingly in my ear. Goosebumps shiver throughout my body as his uncomfortable words race through my mind.

What the hell does he mean by all of this? Where the fuck is Proulia? I don’t remember learning about it in school or anything. “I know this is all happening really fast, and I feel your anger, but you should know this has been in the making for awhile. My hope is that you can learn to love me as I have you.” He finishes. Anger is one way of putting how I feel, but it was my turn to say something. I just am unable to decide what to say first. He surely will interrupt me before I finish. All my thoughts flooding through my head begin to escape my lips. My many questions, some tears from both shock and confusion, and a few angry rantings. He never once interrupted... Holding onto me tightly he just listened until I finished. What the fuck?

“It is not legal in America, no. But you are no longer a U.S. citizen. As of 72 hours ago you officially became a Proulian slave. Your friends and family believe you to be dead. A tragic car accident occurred on your way to the Lucky Strike Bowling Alley. Your funeral took place today with what few remains they had of you... Now you are free to start your new life. With me.” Everything began flooding out, my anger grew stronger. All I could muster were tears of fear though. “You are a slave in only citizenship status. As I had to abduct you and bring you into the country, that is the status you will remain in until you prove to me that I won’t have to keep control of you at all costs.” He pauses for a few moments to let his words sink in before continuing.

“Ultimately what that means is that should you escape, everyone will be able to identify you as my property and be given steps to return you safely home to me. Most of them do not speak English so anything you try to say will only give them a reason to discover that you are my slave.” As he says those final words another man enters the room. He is not nude but dressed in casual clothing. Well all casual except the collar around his neck. He looks toward me then back at Luke.

“Slave Parker this is Slave Steven.” Luke states, “You may speak freely Parker.” Parker nods. “Master Luke has requested I guide you to your temporary cell so that he may clean up from his shift today. May I?” He asks as he reaches out for my hand. I attempt to wave it off but before getting too far Luke grabs my wrist and whispers in my ear; “You will follow him and do as he says or I will punish you.” The threat felt heavy. My arm collapses as his grip releases. It is the very first time he has threatened me and it did not feel idle either. Parker looks at me with wide eyes as I attempt to stand up. He grabs onto me as it becomes clear I appear I am about to collapse. Giving me a few moments to regain my balance before we begin walking.

“Where in the States are you from?” Parker asks, but I am still trying to process everything that is happening. “Hmm?” I reply as the words sink in. “Oh, Master Luke said you were American. I’m from Louisiana. What about you?” He asked again. “California.” I mutter as I am reminded of my life there. Parker nods as he guides me through this seemingly large mansion to a doorway with stairs that go down. Clearly we were heading to the basement. He guided me down as the lighting began to grow dark. I tightened my grip on Parker as my anxieties rapidly found their way back into me. This basement was clearly decked out to be some sort of dungeon. 

I am guided to a large cell in the back of the room. A small bed, toilet, and sink all sit in there as Parker swings the door open and walks me in. Setting me down on the bed before he immediately walks out to shut the door. A locking mechanism can be heard as he closes it, his hands stay holding the bars as he looks me over. My terrified eyes lock with his. “All the Slaves are jealous of you...” He mutters, “Apparently Master Luke wants a romantic relationship with you. He’s a-uh-a really sweet guy. Despite his methods... He takes care of all of us so the fact that he wants a relationship just means... You’re in a really nice position.”

I shake my head, confused. “He must have you brainwashed. You’re telling me he abducted all of you, and you still think he’s a nice guy?” I respond, my anger now returning to me. Parker nods in response. “His methods are unorthodox, but I was nobody before him. Going nowhere with my life. At least in servitude I have purpose.” Parker concludes. I look up to him lost for words. Slavery having been abolished in America for a few decades now and yet he thinks this is okay. “The sooner you let go of your previous self the sooner Proulia begins to get better for you.” Parker says as his grasp on the cell releases and he walks out. Leaving me to my thoughts. Something I’ve had a lot of time for lately.

I began to wonder about all my stuff. I highly doubt an accident actually occurred. Or at least the one that brought me to my death occurred, so my personal belongings that I had on me when I went to meet my friends for bowling must have been somewhere. I mean he even knew exactly where I was heading, but how? It didn’t seem like he was a part of the abduction, rather just a purchaser of the people who were abducted... Though he does know an awful lot about who I am too. I wonder how much more about me he actually knows. Maybe he’ll let me ask when he comes down here.

Those thoughts would have to fester and linger in my mind for what yet again felt like ages. At that time my stomach began to growl, and my dry lips began to crack. When was the last time I even ate? The last time I remember was that fateful day, but it’s been awhile since then. At least three days according to the information I have been provided. Oh God, I really need to eat something. So much time had begun to pass, though truthfully it could have been no time at all. The room's only light source is the very dim lights. No windows, no lit up devices, nothing. I find myself lying in the bed with tears filled in my eyes. An unexpected loneliness fills me with sorrow as I await for someone to come check in with me.

Unsure of how much time actually passes I begin to doze off, but just as I do so the door down here screeches open. I quickly wipe my tears away as I want to try and hold a strong front to make Luke think I’ll be tough to break, but in reality I am trembling in terror on the inside. I hear what sounds like a tray hit a table and in an instant the scent of fried chicken reaches my nose. My stomach growls, yearning for the meal, but I do not react. I hear him approach the bars of my cell, but I keep my attention toward the wall above me. Not wanting to lock eyes with him out of fear that he may gain control over me just because I find him attractive. It is so unfair, why do I have this deep rooted desire to submit to such a cruel and barbaric man?

“This is the hardest part.” He says, so softly. “But if you’ll let me, I will offer you comfort.” He concludes. I cannot resist the desire to not feel this way and it angers me, but still it works. I turn to face him with tears rolling down my face. He perks up, grabbing the tray he had recently set down to show me what it is before bringing it over. He opens a part of the cell to transfer items through and slides it in. Holding it there for me to take. I felt like a prisoner, but my stomach growled louder, and louder the more I attempted to resist. I climb out of bed and take the food. “Thanks...” I mutter before he slams the compartment shut. I find my way back to the bed and begin eating. He pulls a chair up and sits on the outside of the cell. 

“We have what is called a Slave Network...” He begins, seeming to know already of my lingering questions. “It’s technically illegal, but the country won’t do anything about it.” He chuckles briefly before continuing. “It shows you some options for purchasable slaves, and it also lets you identify others not on the market to be abducted.” He pauses as he notices I have stopped eating to listen to his every word, terror filled in my eyes. “Long story short I first found out about you on Facebook. Every piece of information you had up publicly was enough to get me hooked.” Disgusting... Luke has no idea about who I really am then. “So I learned all I could about you. Your friend group, your relationships. Surprisingly you were not in anything serious.”

“But that was only because you had just broken up with the woman you started dating in high school... You fell apart... Her because she moved across the country to New York, and you because, well... I think we both know.” A smirk fills his face. It filled me with rage. Rage that he seemed to want me to have. Was he trying to force me through the stages of grief? In any case I bit my tongue desperately wanting to respond, but also not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “I tracked your online presence for a time. Happy to discover that you might be gay, or at the very least bi. It means that you could truly one day love me.”

“Psychopath...” I mutter, unable to help myself before finding my hands over my lips instantly regretting saying that. Luke simply chuckles in response. “It is okay! I want you to feel the way that you do. Although I hope that one day I can change that perspective... As I mentioned before I don’t want another slave. I just want a companion. I know it’ll be hard for you, though, so let me explain your situation until then...” He pauses briefly to make sure I’m listening as his tone begins to shift to a more controlling tone. My cock somehow betrays me and twitches in the process. It is hot. I cannot lie, but all of this is real.

“You will spend your time here in this cell alone for the most part. When time permits I will let you out to play in the dungeon. Don’t worry, I will allow you your daily exercise. But ultimately over time you will yearn for your freedom. You will soon realize that the only chance you’ll get at some semblance of that freedom is through doing what I want. Sure at first it will be fake, but you’ll move out of this cell and get to spend time upstairs. That will permit me to really show you what a great guy I am.” He finishes with a smirk before witnessing a slight twitch from my cock. Fuck... Another chuckle slips from his lips. “The dungeon is highly secure. It is, after all, where I keep my most kinky possessions...”  

As he finishes his statement he stands up. He maneuvers over to a drawer walking with purpose, seeming to know something. He shuffles through the drawer for a few moments before pulling an object out and walking back to the cell. Locking eyes with me as he knows I have been following him this whole time. He walks up to the cell while setting whatever he grabbed on a nearby table. Pressing his body against the cell door he moans. “But we can worry about those things later, for now I’d like to show you how loving I can be.” He says, tauntingly. He shuffles through some keys before finding the right one as he begins to unlock the cell door. Setting them down on the table he enters, locking himself in.

Now I find myself even more uncomfortable as he takes a seat next to me, pulling the tray from my hands and setting it on the floor. He smiles. Seeming to sense my tension he begins to gently rub my back which leads me to jump surprised. “Shh... No need to be so scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” He responds as he looks down to see both my hands now covering my slowly growing cock. He grunts, teasingly, but seems not to mind. Climbing behind me he begins to rub my shoulders as I find myself in a familiar paralysis. Unable to move away. I feel myself relax into his warm grasp. For a moment I believe I want his protection but that fades as he slowly moves one of his hands down to push mine aside gaining access to my now half erect cock.

Luke moans softly in a way that could only be described as the most erotic thing I have heard outside of a porno. I still find myself completely unable to stop him, but he doesn’t seem to do anything after grabbing it. I try to resist my instinct but feel myself fall back into him practically begging for his touch. Was the drug from earlier still wearing out or was my mind betraying itself to get something I deeply desired regardless of how crazy this situation is? It honestly is impossible to tell as all my muscles feel heavy. I wanted to ask what he was going to do to me, but that would mean admitting that I had given in. Or at least it seemed that way to me. I instead roll my head back into his chest as my cock slowly begins to grow in his hand.

A soft moan does eventually escape my lips. Luke responds with a soft kiss on my ear back sending shivers down my whole body as I await for his next move. How has he managed to turn me into such a slut for his touch in an instant? I could never understand this betrayal of my body, but then it happens... He begins to stroke my cock at a teasingly slow pace. Shocked, I find myself still immobile as he whispers to break the silence; “I want to make you feel so good baby.” I would have immediately collapsed and fell straight to the floor if Luke didn’t act quick and react, but in a moment as I begin to slip I feel him swing his free arm around me to hold me into place. 

His muscular arm protects me from--no. This. Is not. Okay. I try to work up the strength to push him off but find myself too weak to resist. Instead I muster the one word I can; “st-stop...” My eyes begin to water up as I fight myself in all of this. Luke does so, though his grip remains directly on my cock. It is quiet for a few moments before everything rapidly changes before my eyes in a way I would have never anticipated coming despite the current situation I am in. Just when I felt he had my best interests in mind he quickly changed his demeaner. Only muttering the singular word “No.” in response. I feel him pull me back and throw me to the bed before he leaps on top of my body to keep me pinned down. 

Luke adjusts himself to face my feet with his clothed ass near my face. A strong whiff of musk hits my face as he does so. Not overbearing but enough to remind me that a man has control over me right now. Before I have any time to react he spits into his hand and begins stroking me with it. Using his spit as lubrication to keep the friction to a minimum. I feel violated as he begins to stroke hard and fast. My cock now throbbing in his grasp. Deep down I am very into being dominated like this. I squirm in his grasp with the intent to escape despite being locked in this cell with him, but he overpowers my every attempt.

A few minutes like this carry on. I feel myself begin to build up the desire to cum, though I don’t respond outside of a few moans and whimpers. Luke responds in kind with sexualized grunts seeming fully aware of how tight my balls are becoming. Our private time is soon after interrupted as the door from upstairs opens and Parker reveals himself coming down into my vision. I suddenly find myself very uncomfortable, but Luke does not stop. Parker walks closer, grabbing the keys Luke left on the table outside and unlocking the cell. “Master, you told me to interrupt after fifteen minutes.” Luke turns his attention toward Parker for a moment though I am unable to see his face. Parker grabs my tray of food on the floor and pulls it out as Luke climbs off of me. “Get soft.” Luke says in a demanding tone.

I am caught completely off guard by this as I watch him leave the cell to grab the other object he placed on the table. Revealing it to be a chastity cage. He then walks back bringing it to my face. “This is all part of the process I am afraid.” Luke states as he turns his attention to my still throbbing cock. Without any form of warning he begins to slap my balls causing me to jump in discomfort. Pretty soon after my throbbing cock begins to become soft. Luke wastes no time forcing the device on. Locking it securely into place as my blue balls ache to be drained. Luke then leaves, closing the cell door behind him.

Parker comes back into view holding a glass of water. He hands it over to me before walking back upstairs with Luke. No further communications are shared as I am left to my own thoughts again. Forced to be on my own in a dark space with nothing to do. Luke was right about one thing. Being locked in here will quickly teach me to act romantic toward him. Desperately not wanting to be in here any longer. With no clue when anyone would come down to check up on me again. Anxious over how long I would have to wait alone down here. The worst of it all is slowly sinking in feeling that this is my life now. I have to learn to let go of my old life as I won’t be able to return to it. At least not for a long time.