Wonderland - Xmas Special
A part of Professional//Victim
Tommy is treated to cuddles and holiday cheer, and he focuses on enjoying himself in spite of his circumstances.
CW: Captive whumpee, shock collar mention, handcuffs and binding, injured whumpee, intimate whumper, "willing" whumpee, some gentle smut, crymaxing, hidden in plain sight
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Tommy wasn’t exactly in the holiday spirit.
Another Christmas here, in the basement, trying to sleep the rest of his life away. But he was bored and restless, even more than usual, after being bed bound for a week. His last client had smashed his legs up pretty bad, and pins were holding his ankle together. He had a chain lead again, locking his collar to the metal bolt in the center of his room. As if he was going anywhere - he couldn’t even make it to the bathroom on his own, much less attempt an escape. Tommy was pretty sure it was just to agitate him, to help him feel trapped, not that he needed a reminder. To his chagrin, it was working - he was going stir crazy with nothing to do but wallow.
He was scrolling through channels on his little TV, trying yet again to find some programming that wasn’t doing some lame-ass Christmas special, when he heard the basement door open above him. Moments later, Caius unlocked his door.
“Let's get you dressed, we’re going out.”
Tommy gawked. “Uh…out?”
“Yeah, out,” Caius said, leaning in to unlock his collar.
“Family trip!”
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Caius had to carry him very gingerly, helping him in and out of the car. At their destination, Michelle helped Caius unfold his wheelchair. The sun had already set, but there were lights glowing over the hill past the parking lot.
Tommy couldn’t help his quiet whimper when Caius handcuffed his wrists to the wheelchair arms.
“Hush,” Caius cooed, and he fell quiet. He got covered in a big blanket that covered his locked wrists and his lap. A big soft scarf covered his collar, and other than the bondage, he was actually pretty comfy.
They were at a park that had been dressed and decorated with magical light displays. Candycane arches, glittery icicle strands, and Christmas trees of every size and shape. Though it was cold, he was kept warm bundled up. There were lots of families roaming around, ones that weren’t made up of a group of three men and their captive. A few kids had strayed off the lighted path to pelt each other with snowballs, and Caius and Tommy paused to watch for a moment. A younger child packed a little snowball and approached them, wandering up to Tommy’s side.
“Why are you in a wheelchair?” He asked curiously. Tommy managed a smile for him.
“Because I didn’t eat all my vegetables.”
“Oh,” the child answered. “I like carrots.”
“That’s pretty cool. Snowmen like them too.”
The kid seemed to think about that for a moment, and then a smile grew on his face and he laughed.
“You’re funny.” He dropped the snowball on Tommy’s lap and ran away.
Caius picked it up, dusting the extra snow from Tommy’s blanket. He offered the snowball to a little girl walking over to join the frolic. Her mother accompanying her smiled and told her to say thank you as she accepted it shyly, rushing off to go to the other children.
“That was nice of you, Tommy. You’re good with kids.” Caius wheeled him back onto the path to catch up to Rory and Michelle, who had successfully waited out the line for hot chocolate. Michelle handed an extra one to Cauis, and Rory went to hand one to Tommy.
“Oh - uh, thank you, but um… my hands…”
“Here,” Caius handed his cocoa back to Michelle to reach under the blanket and unlock one of his hands, freeing Tommy to take it. He was surprised, but accepted it gratefully. It was steaming hot, with whipped cream melting on top and a candy cane hooked over the side. Tommy sipped at it carefully, not wanting to burn himself but worried about spilling when Caius moved his chair.
He’d barely thought about his legs at all, so eager to soak up all the new sights and sounds. The most stimulation he usually got was a visit to a client’s house. Being stuck in the basement all the time was, above all else, torturously boring. Even the cold air in his nose was such a welcome change of pace, he sniffled gladly. And Caius was pretty strict with his diet, hot chocolate was a real treat he only received a few times a year. Tommy had always had a sweet tooth, and his constant sugar cravings were rarely satiated. He loved fruit, which he was often provided, but he could kill for chocolate.
“This is really good, thank you guys,” Tommy told them. It was hard to act grateful for being allowed pleasures by the people who deprived him of them in the first place, but he didn’t want to push it. It was his attempt at positive reinforcement. The urge to attempt an escape was still there, and it was so strange to be out in public with them. So close to real life, but like watching it through a one sided mirror, imprisoned behind the glass. He could see them, but they couldn’t see him, not really. It used to distress him more, but his disastrous last escape attempt had left him largely subdued. His legs couldn’t carry him anywhere, his wrist was cuffed to the chair, and Caius would shock him unconscious if he so much as let out a suspicious peep.
It was actually nice, in a way, not to struggle. To just be able to enjoy this for what it was. Caius fixed his blanket over him, and when he caught a look at Tommy’s face, he chuckled.
“You’ve got a whipped cream mustache there, Tiger.” He pulled a pack of tissues from his pocket, but before he helped, snapped a picture with his phone. Tommy blushed when Caius dabbed at his mouth, fussing over him like a mother would, but his free hand was occupied with his hot chocolate. When Caius stood back up, Rory put a hand on his shoulder.
“You two are cute,” he told them, and his voice was unexpectedly soft and earnest.
“I’m happy for you, man.”
Caius turned to Rory and they shared a fond look, some unspoken message passing between them.
“Thank you,” Caius answered, just as soft, and then they both broke into grins. Rory threw an arm around him and squeezed, leaning in to plant a kiss to his cheek. The atmosphere was light, and Tommy refused to ruin it by overthinking it. Caius and Rory could go at each other’s throats sometimes, and it was easy to forget that they were friends who had started a business together. And above Tommy’s head, they lived together companionably most of the time.
“Unbelievable. I’m French and I get no kisses?” Michelle complained. Caius and Rory immediately crowded him, sandwiching him between them and making exaggerated smooching sounds as they kissed his cheeks on either side. Michelle scowled, but he was smiling, and Tommy found himself smiling and laughing, too. Strange life. But it was nice.
Snow started to fall again, the white flakes illuminated as soon as they entered the halo around each colored light. Tommy blinked them from his eyelashes as they started to walk again, making their way into a glimmering tunnel of lighted arches. All of it was beautiful, every glittering garland and string. Even the trees were wrapped in strands of twinkling bulbs that made the surrounding ornaments glow back.
When they were all getting cold and the park was closing soon, they made their way back to the car. Caius sat in the back with him and didn’t cuff him, just held his hand to warm it up. He was warm, and in one of his soft moods, gently doting as the night was coming to a close. Tommy didn’t know how it happened, but at some point he found himself fully curled up in Caius’s lap. He could hear his heartbeat, nestled up to his chest. Caius was being so gentle, rubbing Tommy’s back. It was just so nice to be held, so he lingered in the moment. He watched the world pass outside until the car and Caius’s gentling was lulling him to sleep. His legs were cradled to keep them from being jostled on the bumps, and he’d been given a pill to keep the pain away.
When Caius carried him in again, he was surprised to be brought up the stairs instead of down to the basement. He was set down with a groan, and Caius stretched his back, catching his breath. He stripped and changed while Tommy settled gratefully against his soft sheets. The bed was so plushy, and he couldn’t feel a metal frame or a stray spring pressed against his back.
Caius helped him out of his clothes, offering silky pajamas from his own closet. The shorts were long, the shirt baggy, but they felt wonderful. Hands returned to his chest even once he was dressed, stroking gently. They moved to his arms, lightly squeezing and massaging, then petted his stomach. Tommy had been blinking back sleep but his eyes fluttered now, letting out soft sighs and moans of pleasure just to be touched. God, it had been so long since he’d just been touched without any intent to hurt. Now, Caius’s hands all over him felt divine, and he couldn’t help his purrs.
A hand made its way between his legs, rubbing him encouragingly. He flushed when he realized it all was affecting him, and it only took a little bit before he was panting.
“Do you want me to make you feel good, baby?” Caius murmured. Tommy nodded shakily.
“Use your words.”
“Yes, Caius, please, please make me feel good,” Tommy pleaded breathily, his cheeks heated by how embarrassingly fast he was reduced to begging.
Caius’s ministrations were slow, but not to torture, only to please at a lazy pace. When Tommy’s legs started to shake, he gave a harsh gasp as pain flared in his thighs suddenly, his injuries protesting.
“Aw…poor thing. Just try to relax, I’ll take care of you.”
Caius could tell he was close, and paused to push Tommy’s borrowed pants down below his hips. Bared, Tommy covered his face with his hands in shame, watching through his fingers as Caius stroked him in earnest.
Suddenly, it was all too much. Earlier, he had been chained by the throat in the basement, mourning the death of his freedom again. Now, he was in Caius’s bed, in his arms, feeling good. It was whiplash, it was just too much. The nice evening, the fresh air, the physical contact of getting to snuggle in the car and being touched, all of it felt suddenly overwhelming, and he hiccuped out a sob as tears rolled over. He wiped at them frantically, as if Caius might not notice. But he did, of course, and hesitated, even though Tommy’s cock was throbbing in his hand.
“Are you alright?”
Tommy nodded quickly, clasping his hands over his mouth.
“Do you want me to stop?”
That really made him sob, and he was fully crying. Why was Caius doing this? Why was he so kind all of a sudden? What made his drastic mood changes come and go? Tommy didn’t feel sad, he actually felt nice for a change, but that was just it. Feeling this good felt like it should be wrong, and an abstract sense of guilt formed a knot in his stomach. Caius stopped and pulled him close into his chest, petting his hair back and kissing the tears from his cheeks.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t even know - hic - why I’m crying, I’m happy!”
“Poor thing…maybe it’s just been a little too much excitement for tonight. Do you want to stop and go to sleep?” Caius dabbed at his eyes and let him blow his nose. Tommy collected himself for a minute, enough that his chest would stop heaving at least.
“No, I want to - I want to keep going, please. I want to feel good. Please?”
Caius pressed his forehead to Tommy’s, touching his chest gently before slipping his hand back down to touch him again. It felt unbearably intimate, being stroked like that with their noses nearly touching, Caius shushing him softly as he panted with pleasure.
“That’s it, you’re alright.”
Tommy was close again, trembling in Caius’s arms as they lay there curled up together. He whined softly, starting to tense.
“Caius, Caius, Caius - wait - “
“It’s okay angel, it’s okay, I’m here.”
Tommy came with a sob, as Caius pressed soft kisses to his face to soothe him. When he was done, he struggled to catch his breath.
“Thank you,” Tommy managed, and he was grateful. Caius kissed his forehead.
“Of course.”
Once they were cleaned up and ready for bed, Caius turned the lights out and pulled Tommy close again. He couldn’t move much with his legs healing, so he was held exactly as Caius positioned him. With some post-nut clarity, he felt a little foolish.
Why are you letting this happen? Even begging for it, disgusting.
Shut up. Let me have this.
For once, the other part of him didn’t argue. Tommy fell into the best sleep he’d had in ages, and by some tiny Christmas miracle, he dreamt of playing in the snow.
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