muse: Nicholas (35)
open to: m / f / nb
scenario: Nicholas has ki.dnapped your muse and they’re just starting to wake up for the first time to the scenario they’re now facing. As for connections, your muse could be one of his students or simply someone he would’ve interacted with on a semi-regular basis such as a barista.
If anyone had asked Nick even just a few months ago as some sort of ridiculous hypothetical whether ki.dnapping would ever be something he could accomplish, he would’ve laughed it off. And then they had come along. So vulnerable, so precious. So in need of someone to take care of them, completely. The moment he’d first made eye contact with them, he’d just… known. They were meant to be his.
And so he’d turned to research. Research that should’ve, by all means, made his search history instantly questionable. But he had what he felt to be a near-perfect excuse; he was an English professor and a novelist. This was merely research for a new book, dipping his toes into a new genre. All of the notes he made about supplies, dr*ugs and all, appeared to be no more than notes for novel planning.
He’d followed them, too. Learned their schedule, learned about their life through yet more research. Figuring out when in the day to take them was easy enough, having enough patience to wait to do so until his set-up was complete was harder.
Now that he’d taken them and gotten them secured, Nick simply waited for them to wake up, watching as they slept in their new bed in his basement. It would be a temporary one until they learned to behave, with restraints holding them gently but more or less immovably in place on the bed, entirely n*ked for the time being except for a d*aper and gagged with a pac*fier gag.
A smile spread instantly across his face when he first noticed their fingers begin to twitch, eyelids slowly fluttering. “Hi baby, did you have a good nap?” he asked when their drowsy gaze found him. His brows pinched together at their instant fussing and squirming. “What’s the matter? Are you wet?” He stepped forward to check their d*aper with a gentle pat. “Nope, all dry for now…” Glancing at their gag, he said, “I’m going to take this off so we can have a chat. If you misbehave, it’ll go right back in. Understood?” He reached out to unclip the gag from the back of their head, easing it out of their mouth.
First his toes then his fingers continued twitching, there was so numbness he couldn’t ignore going all around his body. He felt heavier than usual, tied up, it sure had to be one of his most awful dreams. He felt disconnected from reality. By the time he regained consciousness, he couldn’t pin what had happened the night prior. Alvin was beyond confused, his eyes were shut but a lot didn’t feel right. The room’s scent was different, it was chilly unlike his own bedroom, he felt some itching coming from his groin and he couldn’t take care of it. “Hmm... “ He struggled with mobility and turned his head to look at what was restraining him. The immediate shock got him to struggle hands and feet but to no avail.
He spotted the origin of the voice, he wasn’t alone in there but he was indeed the only one tied up. A familiar face. “Mr. Mason?” He attempted mouthing out if not for the gag preventing him. Alvin tried to resist, he felt exposed and weak. Was it a diaper he stared at? No doubt something very screwed up was going on and he was still working on assimilating it. He glanced back at him and nodded. A wet sound left his lips with the pacifier that kept him from talking, or breathing properly. The young man kept his eyes shut, easing his breathing or else he’d explode right there and then. “This diaper is itching” His tone was weak, so he hawed slightly. “What am I doing here, Mr. Mason? Where are we?” He was close to cracking, but he wasn’t sure on what the man was capable of given how that didn’t feel like a prank or something harmless. Alvin wouldn’t expect something like it coming from him, a kind, gentle man. Now he found out he got it all wrong.
