marlowemuses | Fear and Adrenaline, for doctor

"I'm afraid not. You're special that way," Crane snarked. "I think you'll come to like it here. Just as long as you get used to not having any servants at your beck and call." The only worker Crane hired was a guy to mow his lawn every week.

One of the movers tapped him on the shoulder and asked when to expect payment. He'd left his checkbook in his office, so he excused himself from Ashley's company. "Why don't you get settled in while I take care of this?"

"My boyfriend's going to tear off your cock and feed it to you!" Ashley called after him, fuming.

His guard gave him a sympathetic look and left him alone, which gave Ashley the opportunity to start testing for unlocked windows and escape routes.

Crane resisted the urge to snicker. He wondered how soon he should tell the boy.

Once the mover was paid and sent away, Crane returned to Ashley's room. "You'll find escape impossible," He said. "You might as well accept that this will be your home for a while. Be good and I may allow this boyfriend of your's to visit."

"Go to hell," Ashley snapped. He was scared and exhausted, curled up in a chair in his room with his head in his arms to hide his scared, childish tears. The doors and windows all looked innocuous, but they were secure, and he was a prisoner.

Crane almost felt sorry for him. "If you want dinner, I have leftovers in the freezer for tonight. I can fix you a proper meal tomorrow."

He left Ashley to sulk for now, going downstairs to heat up a bit of leftover chicken. Perhaps once the sun went down he'd dawn his "nighttime attire". Once he'd eaten he went up to his room to get a couple hours of sleep, setting his phone to wake him up around ten.

Perplexed when nothing awful was done to him, Ashley cried himself dry after a few hours, until he was finally hungry and curious enough to go down to the kitchen. He put food into the microwave, poking around as it heated up. He considered the knives, but since he hadn't been hurt or molested yet, and because there was access to knives, he left them alone.

Finally he found a small wine cellar and helped himself, pouring a large glass and taking both wine and food up to his room. He crept out again, briefly, to fetch a book from the library. Everything seemed quiet, as though his captor wasn't even home. It felt like a false sense of security, and he watched the shadows, leaving on all the lights as he went through rooms.

Crane's alarm went off right at ten, and he promptly got up, still wearing the clothes he went to sleep in. Ashley's room was closed, so he assumed the boy had fallen asleep. Then he went downstairs and saw that the lights were on. So the boy had chosen to go exploring.

He turned the library light back off and made sure the coast was clear before going over to the skull and opening the cranium. As usual, the button within activated the empty wall, which split open to reveal his Scarecrow attire. Not even bothering to look around, Crane slowly peeled his false face off.

[I don't want Ashley to find out quite yet. Not when there's so much opportunity to toy with him with Crane.]

After having eaten and drunk his fill, Ashley curled up in the soft chair in his room, falling asleep quickly. He was exhausted and scared, cheeks stained with tears, and he had realized too late that he'd left no way for the Scarecrow to find him.

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Crane changed into his Scarecrow outfit and slowly crept up to Ashley's room, finding it unlocked. The younger man was asleep, just as he'd found him the night before.

Scarecrow approached Ashley, running his fingers down his arm. "Wake up, lovely."

Ashley winced awake, very on edge, and then saw the Scarecrow and gasped in surprise and hope. He launched himself into Scarecrow's arms, clinging and whimpering. "You came for me. I didn't know if you'd be able to find me."

Scarecrow was unprepared for the hug, making a soft startled sound. "I found you once, didn't I? I heard that your parents sent you away, and it was a simple matter of finding out where you'd gone."

Ashley nuzzled at him, willing to cling even to a nightmare because it was a familiar, fond nightmare. "Please take me away from here. I don't know what he's planning to do with me. He's probably planning to make me into his obedient sex-slave or something."

"I'm sorry, pretty one," Scarecrow whispered. "At this moment, I cannot. But rest assured that nobody else will have you. You are mine." He traced his hand up Ashley's side.

Ashley whimpered, but he was soft and pliant in Scarecrow's arms, willing to obey his nightmare. "Why not? I want you to kill him for me. Make him suffer, then make him disappear."

"He's a very influential man," Scarecrow pointed out. "People would notice if something happened to him. People would want to question you. It is best if we take our time with this one."

He ran his fingers through Ashley's red hair. "Did he let you bring your trunk at least?" Of course Dr. Crane had.

"I don't know," Ashley said, unhappily. "I wasn't paying attention."

But the moment he did pay attention, looking around, there it was waiting at the side of his bed. "Oh," he said, puzzled. "But what if... but what if he comes?"

"I wouldn't worry about him," Scarecrow replied. "The good doctor takes sleeping pills. A stampede could not awaken him." As good a story as any.

He leaned in to lick Ashley's neck slowly, sliding one of his hands up his lover's shirt to feel his smooth skin.

Ashley shivered, leaning into the touch. He had many doubts and questions, but all that was quieted by Scarecrow's touch. Fear aroused him and made him submissive, and the lure of Scarecrow's attention was deeply distracting. "But..."

"Shh... Forget about him for now," Scarecrow purred. His hand trailed down Ashley's front and slid into his pants, cupping his balls in his hand.

Ashley gasped at that, eager to obey and to be touched. "Yes, Scarecrow," he murmured, pressing sweet kisses along the side of Scarecrow's throat.

Scarecrow took off his vest and glove, just as he had the night before and set them aside. "Tell me again who you belong to," He whispered, starting to work on getting his lover's shirt off.

"You, monster," Ashley said, sweet and pliant. He helped to slip out of his shirt, reaching for Scarecrow's clothing in return. "Only you. I tried to tell him."

Scarecrow let his coat slide off, tossing it into a pile with Ashley's shirt. "Not a mark on you. Good." He leaned down to trace the younger man's nipple with burlap-covered lips, followed by a quick lave with his tongue.

"He didn't hurt me. I don't know why he wants me." Ashley gasped at the lick, curling his hands around the back of Scarecrow's head. "All yours, monster. I want you so much."

"If he hurts you, there will be hell," Scarecrow promised, now working on getting Ashley's pants off and tossing them into the pile, followed by his underwear. "Beautiful."

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