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Time was no longer a thing to Alex.
All he knew was wake up, service Master, sleep, repeat. He lost track of the days as they blended into one another, stuck in an endless routine that he had to say in ending. The ache in his body was so deep it hardly registered to him any longer as his body became accustomed to this new life.
The burn of the carpet on his bare knees was nice, he would sometimes be drawn out of his own head and reminded that he still had a body when he felt the fibers dig into his skin. It was hard to focus on anything for too long, though. He was pretty sure, confident even, that every meal Master fed him was laced. It was hard for him to think, to move his body that no longer belonged to him. There would be moments of clarity where he would panic and fight but they were always quickly replaced by the calm, syrupy feeling that made everything feel heavy.
Master had his fingers threaded through Alex’s hair, absentmindedly scratching at his scalp while he sat through a meeting on his computer. Alex was silent under his desk, mouth full of his Master's cock and eyes closed. Every now and then he would feel a shift in masters body, how it would tense when certain voices on the computer got too loud or sharp, and he could feel master’s frustration transfer into the grip he held on his hair. When an involuntary whine slipped from his throat, Master shoved his head farther into his lap to muffle Alex’s noise.
When Master finally finished his meeting, he pulled Alex’s head away, turning it up so he could see Alex’s glassy eyes and flushed cheeks. Breathing came in short pants through his open mouth, where Master slipped his thumb inside and pressed down on his tongue.
“Good boy, Alex.” Master praised him and Alex wished that it didn’t leave butterflies in his stomach. Being praised was so much nicer than being punished, he thought to himself. Master looked pleased with him, even with his slight mistake earlier. He let out a content sigh through his nose; and though he longed for his previous life so, so badly, at times he was grateful that master wasn’t always cruel to him.
“Are you hungry?” Master asked, then he used the hand holding down his tongue to grip Alex’s chin and move it up and down in a nod. “I thought so, let’s get you fed. You’ve been so good, sitting here for so long.” Another thing Alex didn’t need to think about too much was speaking, since Master did it for him. If he wasn’t servicing his Master, his mouth was more than likely stuffed with a gag or covered with tape. The only times it would be free for him was during meal times and at night, because once Alex choked on his gag during his sleep and scared Master half to death.
Alex’s tongue was released and Master stood from his desk, tucking himself back into his pants then fixing his belt. Once settled, he helped Alex stand by hauling him up from under his arms, where they were tied uselessly behind his back in intricate knots. He didn’t need them unless it was to please his Master.
Alex had been bought nearly a year ago after spending a few weeks with the men who stole him. He was kept in a dark, stale room and beaten into obedience to prepare him for his new life. He can faintly remember there being other people there with him, boys and girls his age and much, much younger. All there to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, and for Alex he was won by New York state representative Nathan Romano. He was twenty years his senior and a colleague of both Alex’s parents. He had recognized him immediately, he had screamed and fought when Nathan tried to take him, which Alex believed was the reason he was continually fed sedatives. To keep him docile, to keep him from causing Nathan’s secret from coming to light.
Master fed him lunch in comfortable silence, the sharp medicinal taste of the drugs lacing Alex’s food no longer made him gag, he didn’t remember what a meal would taste like without it, anyway. He made sure to keep Master happy by holding his fingers in his mouth for a moment longer than necessary, sucking on them every few bites and letting his master explore inside. After he finished eating, Master helped him take a few sips of water, then they retired to the living room until it was time for master to return to work, where Alex would also return to his position under the desk so he could warm Masters cock for a few more hours.
Days were simple for him, routine and predictable. It wasn’t too bad, his brain didn’t have the capacity to think very hard about his situation anymore — and if that was Alex’s way of keeping himself alive then so be it.
Master had settled him on the floor of the living room on his knees then settled behind him, guiding his head so it would rest against his thigh. Since their break was so short, Master opted not to gag Alex and simply fill his mouth with his fingers instead to keep him quiet. The TV came to life in front of them, Master flicking through the channels to find something interesting to watch.
“—Madam President, is there any update on the case involving your son?” The TV landed on today’s press conference, where Ellen Claremont stood at a podium in front of the crowd. Alex’s breath hitched at the sight of his mother, and Master removed his fingers from his mouth and covered it with them instead.
“There aren’t many details we can release to the public at this time.” His mother sounded calm and collected, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Alex could always tell when she was worried or upset. “We’re getting closer, and that’s all I am willing to say for now.”
More reporters raised their hands behind the camera and Ellen pointed vaguely in someone’s direction to call the next question.
“Have you had any contact with His Royal Highness, Prince Henry? He and Alex were set to get married last fall.” Alex let out a whine behind masters hand at the mention of his fiance. He wished that Master would just change the channel or turn the television off instead of making him sit and watch.
“The Prince and I are in constant communication. Just because he has decided to not make public appearances does not mean that he is no longer involved with the search for Alex. If anything he is doing more than anyone else. Alex is my son but Henry is his fiance, and if anyone in this room thinks he has given up on Alex you are surely misinformed.” Tears fell down Alex’s cheeks at the mention of Henry. His sweet, gentle and loving Henry.
“Madam President—“ Master switched the channel after that, turning on the sports network in favor of the news. He held his hand firmly over Alex’s mouth until he calmed down, until the sedative from lunch worked its way back into his veins and washed him back into that syrupy feeling where he didn’t have to think anymore.
“Politics is so boring,” Master complained from above, his fingers making their way back into Alex’s mouth where they pressed his tongue down flat. “It’s hard for me to believe there’s people out there who watch nothing but CNN or Fox all day.” Alex made a non-committal hum around Masters fingers. They sat in silence until Masters lunch break was over, then it was time to get back to work.
Back in his office, Master guided Alex to kneel under his large wooden desk. The space underneath was just enough for Alex to sit comfortably between his legs, and just tall enough that he didn’t need to hunch his back. He expected for his Master to take his seat like normal, to unzip his pants and let Alex take him into his throat for the next few hours. Instead his Master knelt down in front of him and gripped his chin harshly.
“Ball or tape?” He asked, and it took a few moments for Alex’s mind to register that he was being asked to verbally answer. He couldn’t remember the last time he used his own words. He was also terrified because this was a change in their routine, and he couldn’t figure out what he had done to upset his Master.
“B—buh..” he tried, but his tongue wouldn’t work. He didn’t remember how to speak, but his master was expecting an answer from him.
Master nodded once and stood, then left Alex underneath his desk. He assumed Master was headed to their bedroom to retrieve Alex’s ball gag, which he picked without much thought. If he was just going to sit there for the foreseeable future, he should have picked the gag that wouldn’t make his jaw ache. He wasn’t used to making his own decisions anymore.
Master returned with the gag and knelt down in front of him once again. “Open,” he held up the gag to show Alex.
“W—wha-“ What did I do wrong? He wanted to ask, but Master held his head and shoved the ball behind his teeth. He felt and heard the buckle lock into place tightly at the back of his head, pulling on some of his hair. He had to have done something wrong, Master was upset with him for some reason. Was it because he cried? Did he make too much noise? There had to be a reason for the shift in treatment. Alex looked at his Master, betrayed, and hoped he would explain what was happening.
“Can you sit there and be good?” Master didn’t grab his face and make him nod, so Alex reluctantly did it himself. This was too much thinking, his brain was mush and their routine was thrown off and it was too much for him to handle. Tears welled up in his eyes, he couldn’t help it. Master was rarely cruel like this to him but it was always with an explanation, Alex knew what he had done wrong and accepted his punishment.
“Do not cry.” Master ordered him. “Your nose will get stuffed and you’ll choke. You’re not in trouble, this next meeting is important and I need to pay attention. I’ll let you go after it’s done.” That made Alex’s heart calm a little— he wasn’t in trouble, he hadn’t done anything wrong. His Master still wanted him.
Part of Alex felt disgusted at that last thought. The part deep down inside that knew what was happening to him was wrong, that this was fucked up.
Master gave him one more look over then settled into his chair, legs spread. Alex took that as an invitation and quietly shuffled forward until he was snug between them, resting his cheek against Master’s thigh. Once the meeting started, he could feel Master’s hand go back to his hair. It was soothing and Alex let himself close his eyes while the voices from His Masters laptop slowly blended together.
“—Will we expect the Senator from New York to be in attendance next week?”
“You know I prefer to work from home, Madam Secretary.” Alex perked up when his Master spoke.
“Unfortunately we need all members in attendance in D.C, this bill requires our immediate attention.”
“Madam, with all due respect I can not be in physical attendance—“
“Every member of this committee has a duty to uphold. If you would like to step down please submit your official resignation by the end of the day.”
Master was silent for a few moments, his grip on Alex’s hair got tighter and tighter, threatening to pull a noise from the back of his throat.
Alex let out a silent breath when his hair was released.
“I will see you in D.C, Madam Secretly. Please send me the travel details to my email.”
The call ended not much longer after that, Master put his forehead to his desk and let out a frustrated groan. In his entire time spent with Master, he had never had to leave for a work trip. He had never left Alex alone for more than an hour. Master pushed himself back up and scooted his chair back a bit so he could hold Alex’s head in his hands. His thumbs brushed underneath where the straps of his gag dug into his skin, and Alex was able to shift his focus to meet Master's gaze with his blown out, glassy eyes.
They held eye contact for a moment until Master sighed again, then he let Alex’s head fall back into its position on his lap.
“What the fuck,” Master comtemplated outloud, frustration coating his tone. “Am I supposed to do with you?”