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It's my birthday and I get to choose what to post. Becker of course and a new friend? :0c his name is Nils and belongs to twigsofmanyfaces
Drawings based on this chapter fic Ch 3: Giving an InchWhen Nils opened the bedroom door, he found Becker curled on their side and turned away from the window, sobbing. Glancing outside, he could see that his men were in the process of freeing Velkan from ropes.“I am sorry that you had to see that,” Nils said softly, slowly approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, brow furrowing as Becker cringed as far away as the chains allowed. “Such a display does not need to happen again.”“Mmph!” “Ah, ah.” Nils shook his head but held Becker’s teary, accusing gaze. “You’ve no one to blame but yourself for what just happened. I warned you.” He reached out, but the selkie dodged his touch. “Are you telling me that you’d rather have that gag on?” He sighed and turned his hand palm up. “It hurts me to see you like this. Wouldn’t you like another glass of water?”Nils watched Becker tense up and squeeze their eyes shut. He waited until the chains went slack again before reaching out to untie the gag. “There. That’s better, isn’t it?”“Please...”“Please what, dear one?” Nils asked, using a dry corner of the cloth gag to dab the tears from Becker’s cheeks.“Don’t hurt anyone else in my place. I was the one who made you angry.”“Oh, no,” Nils smiled kindly and smoothed the pad of his thumb along their cheekbone. “I could never be angry with you. I love you.”“I shouldn’t have...gone after you. I’m very sorry, master. Please forgive me.”“Of course.” He stroked his fingers through Becker’s hair. Nils didn’t miss the shudder that ran through them, but he kept petting them all the same. “All is forgiven.”“I’m ready to do what you want, master.”“The only thing I want is to earn your love.” Nils scooted further on the bed, holding Becker’s gaze and waiting to see if they would shy away. “We’ll be so happy when you’re as devoted to me as I am to you.”“I-I...I want to be.”“Do you?” He brushed a knuckle under their eye, smoothing away a tear.“Y-Yes, I do.”“Show me,” he purred, smiling.“How, master?”“Let’s start with something small.” Nils tilted his head and leaned in until their noses touched.“M-master?”“I think,” Nils whispered back, his lips nearly touching Becker’s, “that my little seal can guess what I want.” His smile faded as he heard the chains. “I-I...”“It’s fine,” he sighed, sitting back up. “There’s no need to squirm.”“But... I’m sorry, I--”“Calm yourself.” Nils cupped Becker’s cheek instead, his smile sad. “I don’t plan to take from you, dear one.”“You don’t?”“Of course not.”“Why, though? Why beat him? Why spare me?”“We talked about this. I can wait until you’re ready to give to me. Shhh.” His brow furrowed as his captive’s eyes filled again. He gently thumbed away the first tears that spilled over, then pressed a dry kiss to Becker’s forehead. “But I c-can’t!” “You can’t what, dear one?” Nils cooed, smoothing Becker’s hair back in an attempt to soothe them. “I can’t kiss you.”“Not yet, but someday soon, maybe. Who can say?” He raised an eyebrow as his captive squeezed their eyes shut. “Do it.”“Do what?” Nils asked, feeling a wave of heat roll up his spine. “What you want!”“No. When you want me back, I will.” Nils smiled. “I will be so good to you, my little--” He broke off as Becker kissed him. They were tense, but the kiss was long and when he tilted his head and kissed back, they didn’t pull away. Nils panted when it was over and licked his lips, tasting salt. “Well. That was a surprise.” “D-did--”Nils tilted his head, watching as Becker fought to get the words out. Idly, he brushed away a few more of their tears.“Did I please you, master?”“I won’t deny that I enjoyed it.” He shrugged one shoulder, his smile sad. “Perhaps not exactly what I’d hoped for our first kiss.”“I...I need time.”“I imagined that you would.” Nils combed his fingers through Becker’s hair. “I am content to wait for your love, dear one.”“Will you...now will you not hurt whoever that was?”“Is that why you kissed me?” Nils asked, scoffing and straightening up.“I-I...”“My little seal luring me in with his siren song, is that it?”“No, I, I want to make you happy, master. I do.”“Hm.” Nils looked away to the window. His men and Velkan were gone. He’d check on his storage later.“I-I’m not used to chains.”“I did warn you,” Nils said kindly, his smile sad, “about the consequences of setbacks before I took you to the bathroom.”“I...” He watched Becker duck their head and squeeze their eyes shut. “I’m sorry, master. Please let me show you how sorry I am.”“Oh?” Nils smiled. “What would you like to show me?”“Kiss me?” The way Becker’s lower lip trembled as he whispered made Nils lean back in against his better judgment. “Please, master?”“There’s no need to rush things between us, dear one,” he replied. “I believe you when you say that you’re sorry.”“If you won’t let me kiss you, w--” The way Becker gulped made Nils’ fingertips press into the mattress. “Will you kiss me?”“Is that what you want, dear one? Kisses?”“I don’t know you well yet, master. M-maybe this will help.”“An interesting proposal. Alright. Let’s get you more comfortable first. That will make you feel better, hm?” Nils rose and removed the manacles keeping Becker’s ankles together. He was pleased when Becker didn’t resist having their free ankle shackled back to the bed. Then Nils removed the handcuffs from their wrists. He watched Becker carefully, ready to jump back, but they only stretched their free arm out toward the last empty bed shackle. “Good.” Nils closed the shackle and smiled down at his spread-eagled pet. “Do you feel any pain?”“N-no, master.”“I worry that you will. You resisted my men quite forcefully, dear one. We’ll have to watch for bruises. I have a balm that will help.”“Okay.”“Are you certain that you want to be kissed?” Nils raised a brow, the corner of his mouth quirked in a half-smile. “You’re very tense, dear one.”“I’m sorry, master.” After a few deeper, shaking breaths, Becker went limp against the blankets. “I want this. I-I do.”“What if, to start,” Nils whispered, “I only look at you. No touching. No kisses. Shall we start there?”“Oh.” When Becker’s cheeks darkened around their birthmarks, his smile grew. Nils reached for the bottom of their shirt but froze, poised, when they flinched and tugged against the shackles. “I thought you were only going to look, master.”“How am I supposed to appreciate you properly when you’re so overdressed, dear one?” Nils kept his expression calm while his captive’s eyes flooded with tears.“I-I-I...”“I’ve seen you shirtless before, but you were so far away.”“M-master,” Becker whimpered, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, “please--”“I thought my little seal wanted to indulge me.” Nils tilted his head to one side. “I can leave if that’s what you truly want.”“No!” “No?” he repeated, feeling heated himself at how wide Becker’s eyes went.“Stay, master.” His captive struggled to relax again and Nils pushed away the urge to smirk. “Please.”“I meant what I promised,” he said softly. “I won’t take anything you don’t give to me, dear one. Will you let me look at you?” Nils kept still, drinking in the pained overtones in the emotions rolling over Becker’s face.“Y-yes.” Their response, when it came, sounded choked.“If you tell me to stop?” He slowly slipped both hands under Becker’s shirt and gripped the bottom hem. “I will stop.”“Th-thank you, m-master.”Nils ached to run his fingers over every revealed inch as he rucked the shirt up. He bit the inside of his cheek each time his captive’s breathing hitched. When he got to Becker’s chin he smiled.“Lift your head.”“M-master?”“So I can get it over your head.” “Wh--” After a moment, he could see a flicker of hope in Becker’s eyes. They thought he might unshackle their wrists so they could completely shed the shirt. Nils held in a laugh. “Okay.”“There.” Nils scooted further onto the bed and looked over his prize. “Stunning,” he breathed. “I could look at you forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.”“Thank you, master.”“Would you let me kiss you?” “I--” When Becker tensed, Nils met their gaze. The whine in his captive’s throat was so soft he barely caught it.“No? No,” he said, his brow furrowing. “That’s fine. I can find something else to entertain me while you rest.”“W-wait. I...” Becker squirmed and Nils felt a heat start to pool between his legs. “I c-can’t--”“Can’t what, dear one?” Nils cupped their cheek. “I can’t k-kiss you back. I-I’m afraid, master.”“There’s no need for fear, or crying.” He ran a knuckle gently under Becker’s eye to smooth away their tears. “I would never hurt my little seal. You’re so beautiful. Do you blame me for wanting to reassure myself that you aren’t simply a dream?”“I-I...I...”“I don’t need to kiss you on the lips,” Nils whispered, using both hands now to brush their tears. “Would you let me kiss your cheek?”“Y-yes.”“There.” Nils did so, running his fingers through Becker’s hair as he did. “Not so bad, hm?”“No, m-master.“What about your neck? You look so soft. I’ll be very gentle. May I?” After another squirm, his captive nodded and Nils leaned in. He pressed a dry kiss to the hollow under Becker’s jaw, then licked his lips before sitting up. The salt made his mouth water. He leaned in close, stopping when their noses touched.“M-master,” came the whimper. They flinched, but they didn’t turn away.“Ah. I nearly forgot.” He smiled and put enough space between them that there was no way to steal a kiss. “You’re being so good for me. I nearly forgot myself. Forgive me.”“It’s o-okay.”“Hm. There might be a trick to help me remember not to kiss you on the mouth, if you’ll allow it.”“W-what is it, master?”“Would you let me use tape?” He chuckled when heard the chains rattle. “A single piece, only big enough to cover your mouth. That will help me remember, dear one.”“B-but you said--”“You’ll still be able to tell me no. If you yell, buck, or rub the tape off...” Nils gave the tip of Becker’s nose a pat with his finger. “I will understand.”“W-what if... Master, I--” When Becker sniffled, Nils stroked their hair back from their face, trying to soothe them.“I also don’t have to get the tape. I will not be angry if you aren’t ready to give me this. I could never be angry with you.” Nils didn’t smile but he noted the understanding and alarm his emphasis provoked. “Please,” he coaxed, “there’s no need to upset yourself. Tell me ‘no,’ if that’s what you need, dear one. Now, may I use tape to remind myself where I cannot kiss you?”“...o-okay.”Nils had to use the corner of a blanket to dry Becker’s cheeks first, and only years of groomed behavior let him hide the excitement that rose up as he tore and smoothed the strip of black tape over Becker’s mouth.“There. That’s good.”https://www.deviantart.com/elgrajaz/art/In-good-hands-891089680 by the amazing twigsofmanyfaces , thank you so very much for giving me heart attacks and letting me draw your fancy bastard<3

Go and read the first chapter if you haven't already, it's very delicious, you won't regret it ;3
Ch 1: In The Net((trigger warning: wrong pronounsBecker uses they/them, and in this fic they are misgendered in dialog by jerk npcs several times))Chapter 1: In The Net“Through here?” Nils asked, arching a shaped brow as his guide stopped beside a closed door. “Yep. We found exactly what you’re looking for.” The older man flashed a yellowed grin as he opened the door and stood aside.Nils’ pulse picked up as he saw the young man lying on the bed, but he kept his features schooled. The room was sparse, largely taken up by shelves of boxed paperwork, thick binders, and ledgers. He was grateful that it didn’t reek as strongly of dead fish as the front of the warehouse had. https://www.deviantart.com/elgrajaz/art/Road-ahead-888795402“Dark hair, meaty. Even birthmarks. Feel free to, eh, take a closer look. He’s not going nowhere.”“It would seem not,” Nils replied in a low, calm voice. He smiled as the blindfolded head lifted off the mattress and turned to him, tracking his footsteps. The cloth over their eyes looked wet. Nils wondered how long they’d been taped up and gagged. Enough time to feel panicked and cry. “You used the drug I provided?”“Uh-huh. Worked like a charm.”“Did he see your faces?” “Nope. That dart dropped him before he knew which way was up.”“That’s good.” Even with three on one odds, Nils hadn’t wanted to take any chances. The fishmen he’d hired hadn’t been waiting over a decade for this very moment. “Could anyone have seen you?”“No one out that early who wasn’t fishing. No other surfers, either. Beach was deserted.”“How perfect.” Weeks before, Nils had watched the young man learning to surf, with their blonde companion clearly giving instructions. From that moment, he’d known it was only a matter of timing and patience. “So, eh, you said we’d get the other half once we got him for you.”“The agreement,” Nils corrected, “was for securing the shipment in my transport.” He stopped at the edge of the bed. Nils’ smile broadened as his prize began to squirm weakly against his bondage. The swishing sound from their green swim trunks made Nils itch to touch. “My driver will open the trunk for you. Place him there and after, I will transfer the amount we discussed into your account.” His eyes narrowed for a moment as the fisherman whistled to summon help.“Mmmph...”“Be still,” Nils soothed, still smiling as his eyes raked over the young man’s body. He reached out and touched the collar, holding back a sigh when the young man cringed away. “Alright. If you want to keep the collar on, you may.”“Mnn mm gh?”“No one will harm you. I’m going to take you somewhere more comfortable. Then we can talk.” “Mmn rph, phmm!”“Shh. Later, I promise.” Nils watched as his guide and one of his fellows reappeared. They each took an end and hauled their squirming victim back through the warehouse to a waiting SUV. Nils let himself into the backseat, trusting his diver to supervise things. In less than two minutes, they were speeding off into the darkness. “Did you give him another dose?”“Yes, sir. He quieted at once.”“Good.” Nils relaxed in his seat, breathing deeply to calm the parts of him that tingled in anticipation. “That’s good.”...Nils supervised as two of his bodyguards carried the limp body into the house and through to the master bedroom. As soon as they were finished, Nils dismissed them and took a moment to admire a daydream turned reality. He cut through the duct tape binding wrists and ankles, and the tape pinning arms to sides. The last thing he removed was the blindfold.“Beautiful,” he murmured quietly. Nils traced a finger along one eyebrow and then over the red birthmark. He lowered his hand when the young man's lashes fluttered. “Coming around already. So you are as strong as you are stunning. That’s good.” He went to the foot of the bed and lifted a metal shackle attached by a short chain to the footboard. Padded and lined with leather on the inside, Nils locked it around his prize’s left ankle, then repeated the process for the right. With similar shackles, he secured both wrists to the headboard.“Mmmmh...” “Go gently,” Nils coaxed, watching as one chain and then the next pulled briefly taut. “The drug is still in your blood.”“Mph?”“It will clear.” He smiled, watching the young man struggling to open their eyes and look around. “You are safe here with me. This is my home. I can assure you that it’s well guarded.” “Nnm?”Nils tilted his head as his prize took in the shackles on their wrists, the chains. He felt his pulse jump as the dark eyes grew wide and began to fill with tears. “Nn... Nngh mm.”“They muzzled you well, didn’t they?” He extended one hand, palm up, poised. “I could take it off. Would you like that?”“M...mm-hm.”“Alright.” Nils sat on the edge of the bed. “Can you lift your head for me?” He smiled as his captive obeyed, even as their muscles trembled. “Good.” As the first cloth came away, he saw a nose. The second cloth revealed a third -- knotted and pulled tightly between their teeth. Unable to resist, Nils cupped their cheek. “Do something else for me.”“Mm?”“Ask me to take it off.” Nils continued to smile down into the dark, questioning eyes. “And call me, ‘Master.’” He chuckled softly when his prize stiffened and then jerked away from his touch. https://www.deviantart.com/elgrajaz/art/So-Sweet-887715137“Oh? Are you sure you want to deny me? I bet your throat is parched.” He rose from the bed and went to a nightstand where a pitcher of water and a pair of glasses waited. Nils filled one and turned back around as he slowly sipped, only just managing not to smirk. “Ask me.”“Mph!”“Suit yourself.” Nils continued to sip, enjoying every moment of the fight that kicked up in his captive. They thrashed against the chains stretching them out and yelled against the cloth stuffed in their mouth, but to no avail. Sweat had gathered at their hairline and tears were shining in their eyes again by the time they stopped struggling, and all the while Nils stood patiently by. He itched with anticipation as he waited, breathing higher in his own chest as his prize dragged in heavy, shuddering breaths. “If you’re quite finished and still want something to drink, you know what to do.”“Mmm--” “Take it slowly if you must.” Nils could tell that they were fighting not to break down. Their cheeks were flushed from both struggle and humiliation. “We have all the time in the world. You’re not going anywhere.”“Mmph. Mmmph.” “No,” he corrected in a gentle tone, shaking his head, though he never broke eye contact. Nils was certain he’d never seen such deep, dark eyes before. There was a gravity to them, like the invisible pull one felt standing near the edge of a cliff. Compelling, and especially so while tear-filled. “Don’t you want me to remove that gag? It looks uncomfortable.” Nils felt his breath catch at the frustrated, muffled moan he got in reply. “If you prefer to stay this way, silenced and collared, I will allow it. We missed breakfast and I am famished after all this excitement. I’ll let you rest as you are, then.” He turned but before he reached the door, it came.“Mph! Nm ngh!”“If you’re ready,” Nils prompted, cool and calm. He watched as his captive squeezed their eyes shut, tensing against the restraints. The bed, iron-reinforced oak, barely creaked. A minute passed before Nils could see straining, trembling muscles go limp against the duvet. “Hnph mh, mmh-hhr.”“There. Good,” he praised, returning to the bed. Nils sat on the edge of the mattress. “That’s all I wanted. Lift up for me again.” He untied the third knotted cloth and pulled it away, watching as a fourth, wadded cloth was spat out. While his prize worked aching jaw muscles, he turned away to pour a second glass of water. “Are you ready? I want you to take small sips for me,” Nils coaxed, touching the rim to their dry lips and slowly tipping. “Wh--”“I know you must have questions, but there’s time enough for those after you finish your water. You have my word. Drink.” Nils offered a few swallows at a time until the glass was drained, then set it back on the nightstand.“W-who are you?”“Your master.” He smiled, ignoring the way they cringed. “You belong to me now.”“For how long?”“For the rest of your life, dear one.” Nils cupped their cheek and gently traced over their birthmark with his thumb.“I have a family.”“Oh,” Nils chuckled, “I know. You had a great big one, but they’re not yours any longer.”“They’ll look for me.”“They are welcome to try.”“I-I...I want to go home.”“You are home.” Nils set his finger on the tip of their nose. “Your place is by my side.” He smiled as they shrank back from the contact. “No.”“There’s no need to be upset,” Nils soothed, trying to stroke their cheek. “I’m going to take the best care of you.”“I don’t want to be taken care of. I don’t want this. Please.”“Perhaps not yet, but you will. You’re so special, pet.” Nils tensed in the same instant his captive did; he hadn’t meant to use that title, not so soon.“...my name is Becker. Please. If you care, you’ll let me go. Please.”“Hmm. If you’re very good,” he said softly, recovering himself, “that can be the one piece of the past I let you keep.” Nils smiled and reached out to smooth Becker’s hair back, but they jerked away, expression stricken.“Why? Why are you doing this?”“Because I have been searching for you since I was a boy. Do you think that I don’t know what you are?” He took advantage of the shock his admission caused and stroked his fingers through their hair. “I...I don’t know what you--”“‘Many years ago,’” Nils recited, cutting Becker off, “‘a man went walking along the cliffs near the sea. The black sands were deserted, and yet the man could hear strange laughter. He followed it to a cave, but found no one inside, only the skins of many seals.’” His pulse jumped as he watched his prize grow pale and squirm. “In the story, this man took one of the seal pelts home and locked it away in a chest. Days later he returned to find a woman in the cave, weeping. He brought her home with him and made her his wife. She was devoted to the man and gave him children.”“N-no...”“When I read that story as a child, I knew it had to be true. I spent many hours on beaches with black sand and seals, searching for a cave. I’d actually given up and then,” he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, recalling the hot sunshine, “there you were. Doing little tricks for tourists.” Nils brushed a thumb under Becker’s eye, smoothing away a tear that spilled over. “You will never have to do anything like that again. You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I expect that you’ll miss the sea, but in time, when you come to love me, I will deny you nothing. We’ll make each other very happy, dear one.”“W-wait, you can’t--”“Now, now.” Nils touched a finger to Becker’s lips, but the gesture only lasted a heartbeat. He sighed, watching them strain against the shackles again. “This is only our first talk of many. Be good for me and calm yourself. You should rest.”“No! Let me go, you can’t keep me here!”“Lower your voice and lie still,” Nils pressed, though his voice and expression remained collected. “I won’t stay here, you can’t make me!”“Oh.” He sighed and rose from the bed. “While I love and will never hurt you, things will go easier between us when you accept that you have no chance of slipping away from me--”“NO!”“But,” Nils said, raising his voice to be heard over the clanking of chains, “if you insist on making a scene, I will go outside right now and burn your pelt to ashes.” He smirked as his captive froze and met his gaze. “Though it would pain me to take something like that from you forever, I will if you leave me no choice.”“D-don’t. Please don’t.”“Ah, ah. What should you call me?” he prompted, resuming his seat on the edge of the bed to drink in the terror on Becker’s face.“Please don’t, master.”“There. Good.” Nils smiled and caressed their cheek. “Everything will be fine, dear one. You’ll see.”To Be Continued...

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It's my birthday and I get to choose what to post. Becker of course and a new friend? :0c his name is Nils and belongs to twigsofmanyfaces
Drawings based on this chapter fic Ch 3: Giving an InchWhen Nils opened the bedroom door, he found Becker curled on their side and turned away from the window, sobbing. Glancing outside, he could see that his men were in the process of freeing Velkan from ropes.“I am sorry that you had to see that,” Nils said softly, slowly approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the mattress, brow furrowing as Becker cringed as far away as the chains allowed. “Such a display does not need to happen again.”“Mmph!” “Ah, ah.” Nils shook his head but held Becker’s teary, accusing gaze. “You’ve no one to blame but yourself for what just happened. I warned you.” He reached out, but the selkie dodged his touch. “Are you telling me that you’d rather have that gag on?” He sighed and turned his hand palm up. “It hurts me to see you like this. Wouldn’t you like another glass of water?”Nils watched Becker tense up and squeeze their eyes shut. He waited until the chains went slack again before reaching out to untie the gag. “There. That’s better, isn’t it?”“Please...”“Please what, dear one?” Nils asked, using a dry corner of the cloth gag to dab the tears from Becker’s cheeks.“Don’t hurt anyone else in my place. I was the one who made you angry.”“Oh, no,” Nils smiled kindly and smoothed the pad of his thumb along their cheekbone. “I could never be angry with you. I love you.”“I shouldn’t have...gone after you. I’m very sorry, master. Please forgive me.”“Of course.” He stroked his fingers through Becker’s hair. Nils didn’t miss the shudder that ran through them, but he kept petting them all the same. “All is forgiven.”“I’m ready to do what you want, master.”“The only thing I want is to earn your love.” Nils scooted further on the bed, holding Becker’s gaze and waiting to see if they would shy away. “We’ll be so happy when you’re as devoted to me as I am to you.”“I-I...I want to be.”“Do you?” He brushed a knuckle under their eye, smoothing away a tear.“Y-Yes, I do.”“Show me,” he purred, smiling.“How, master?”“Let’s start with something small.” Nils tilted his head and leaned in until their noses touched.“M-master?”“I think,” Nils whispered back, his lips nearly touching Becker’s, “that my little seal can guess what I want.” His smile faded as he heard the chains. “I-I...”“It’s fine,” he sighed, sitting back up. “There’s no need to squirm.”“But... I’m sorry, I--”“Calm yourself.” Nils cupped Becker’s cheek instead, his smile sad. “I don’t plan to take from you, dear one.”“You don’t?”“Of course not.”“Why, though? Why beat him? Why spare me?”“We talked about this. I can wait until you’re ready to give to me. Shhh.” His brow furrowed as his captive’s eyes filled again. He gently thumbed away the first tears that spilled over, then pressed a dry kiss to Becker’s forehead. “But I c-can’t!” “You can’t what, dear one?” Nils cooed, smoothing Becker’s hair back in an attempt to soothe them. “I can’t kiss you.”“Not yet, but someday soon, maybe. Who can say?” He raised an eyebrow as his captive squeezed their eyes shut. “Do it.”“Do what?” Nils asked, feeling a wave of heat roll up his spine. “What you want!”“No. When you want me back, I will.” Nils smiled. “I will be so good to you, my little--” He broke off as Becker kissed him. They were tense, but the kiss was long and when he tilted his head and kissed back, they didn’t pull away. Nils panted when it was over and licked his lips, tasting salt. “Well. That was a surprise.” “D-did--”Nils tilted his head, watching as Becker fought to get the words out. Idly, he brushed away a few more of their tears.“Did I please you, master?”“I won’t deny that I enjoyed it.” He shrugged one shoulder, his smile sad. “Perhaps not exactly what I’d hoped for our first kiss.”“I...I need time.”“I imagined that you would.” Nils combed his fingers through Becker’s hair. “I am content to wait for your love, dear one.”“Will you...now will you not hurt whoever that was?”“Is that why you kissed me?” Nils asked, scoffing and straightening up.“I-I...”“My little seal luring me in with his siren song, is that it?”“No, I, I want to make you happy, master. I do.”“Hm.” Nils looked away to the window. His men and Velkan were gone. He’d check on his storage later.“I-I’m not used to chains.”“I did warn you,” Nils said kindly, his smile sad, “about the consequences of setbacks before I took you to the bathroom.”“I...” He watched Becker duck their head and squeeze their eyes shut. “I’m sorry, master. Please let me show you how sorry I am.”“Oh?” Nils smiled. “What would you like to show me?”“Kiss me?” The way Becker’s lower lip trembled as he whispered made Nils lean back in against his better judgment. “Please, master?”“There’s no need to rush things between us, dear one,” he replied. “I believe you when you say that you’re sorry.”“If you won’t let me kiss you, w--” The way Becker gulped made Nils’ fingertips press into the mattress. “Will you kiss me?”“Is that what you want, dear one? Kisses?”“I don’t know you well yet, master. M-maybe this will help.”“An interesting proposal. Alright. Let’s get you more comfortable first. That will make you feel better, hm?” Nils rose and removed the manacles keeping Becker’s ankles together. He was pleased when Becker didn’t resist having their free ankle shackled back to the bed. Then Nils removed the handcuffs from their wrists. He watched Becker carefully, ready to jump back, but they only stretched their free arm out toward the last empty bed shackle. “Good.” Nils closed the shackle and smiled down at his spread-eagled pet. “Do you feel any pain?”“N-no, master.”“I worry that you will. You resisted my men quite forcefully, dear one. We’ll have to watch for bruises. I have a balm that will help.”“Okay.”“Are you certain that you want to be kissed?” Nils raised a brow, the corner of his mouth quirked in a half-smile. “You’re very tense, dear one.”“I’m sorry, master.” After a few deeper, shaking breaths, Becker went limp against the blankets. “I want this. I-I do.”“What if, to start,” Nils whispered, “I only look at you. No touching. No kisses. Shall we start there?”“Oh.” When Becker’s cheeks darkened around their birthmarks, his smile grew. Nils reached for the bottom of their shirt but froze, poised, when they flinched and tugged against the shackles. “I thought you were only going to look, master.”“How am I supposed to appreciate you properly when you’re so overdressed, dear one?” Nils kept his expression calm while his captive’s eyes flooded with tears.“I-I-I...”“I’ve seen you shirtless before, but you were so far away.”“M-master,” Becker whimpered, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, “please--”“I thought my little seal wanted to indulge me.” Nils tilted his head to one side. “I can leave if that’s what you truly want.”“No!” “No?” he repeated, feeling heated himself at how wide Becker’s eyes went.“Stay, master.” His captive struggled to relax again and Nils pushed away the urge to smirk. “Please.”“I meant what I promised,” he said softly. “I won’t take anything you don’t give to me, dear one. Will you let me look at you?” Nils kept still, drinking in the pained overtones in the emotions rolling over Becker’s face.“Y-yes.” Their response, when it came, sounded choked.“If you tell me to stop?” He slowly slipped both hands under Becker’s shirt and gripped the bottom hem. “I will stop.”“Th-thank you, m-master.”Nils ached to run his fingers over every revealed inch as he rucked the shirt up. He bit the inside of his cheek each time his captive’s breathing hitched. When he got to Becker’s chin he smiled.“Lift your head.”“M-master?”“So I can get it over your head.” “Wh--” After a moment, he could see a flicker of hope in Becker’s eyes. They thought he might unshackle their wrists so they could completely shed the shirt. Nils held in a laugh. “Okay.”“There.” Nils scooted further onto the bed and looked over his prize. “Stunning,” he breathed. “I could look at you forever and it wouldn’t be long enough.”“Thank you, master.”“Would you let me kiss you?” “I--” When Becker tensed, Nils met their gaze. The whine in his captive’s throat was so soft he barely caught it.“No? No,” he said, his brow furrowing. “That’s fine. I can find something else to entertain me while you rest.”“W-wait. I...” Becker squirmed and Nils felt a heat start to pool between his legs. “I c-can’t--”“Can’t what, dear one?” Nils cupped their cheek. “I can’t k-kiss you back. I-I’m afraid, master.”“There’s no need for fear, or crying.” He ran a knuckle gently under Becker’s eye to smooth away their tears. “I would never hurt my little seal. You’re so beautiful. Do you blame me for wanting to reassure myself that you aren’t simply a dream?”“I-I...I...”“I don’t need to kiss you on the lips,” Nils whispered, using both hands now to brush their tears. “Would you let me kiss your cheek?”“Y-yes.”“There.” Nils did so, running his fingers through Becker’s hair as he did. “Not so bad, hm?”“No, m-master.“What about your neck? You look so soft. I’ll be very gentle. May I?” After another squirm, his captive nodded and Nils leaned in. He pressed a dry kiss to the hollow under Becker’s jaw, then licked his lips before sitting up. The salt made his mouth water. He leaned in close, stopping when their noses touched.“M-master,” came the whimper. They flinched, but they didn’t turn away.“Ah. I nearly forgot.” He smiled and put enough space between them that there was no way to steal a kiss. “You’re being so good for me. I nearly forgot myself. Forgive me.”“It’s o-okay.”“Hm. There might be a trick to help me remember not to kiss you on the mouth, if you’ll allow it.”“W-what is it, master?”“Would you let me use tape?” He chuckled when heard the chains rattle. “A single piece, only big enough to cover your mouth. That will help me remember, dear one.”“B-but you said--”“You’ll still be able to tell me no. If you yell, buck, or rub the tape off...” Nils gave the tip of Becker’s nose a pat with his finger. “I will understand.”“W-what if... Master, I--” When Becker sniffled, Nils stroked their hair back from their face, trying to soothe them.“I also don’t have to get the tape. I will not be angry if you aren’t ready to give me this. I could never be angry with you.” Nils didn’t smile but he noted the understanding and alarm his emphasis provoked. “Please,” he coaxed, “there’s no need to upset yourself. Tell me ‘no,’ if that’s what you need, dear one. Now, may I use tape to remind myself where I cannot kiss you?”“...o-okay.”Nils had to use the corner of a blanket to dry Becker’s cheeks first, and only years of groomed behavior let him hide the excitement that rose up as he tore and smoothed the strip of black tape over Becker’s mouth.“There. That’s good.”https://www.deviantart.com/elgrajaz/art/In-good-hands-891089680 by the amazing twigsofmanyfaces , thank you so very much for giving me heart attacks and letting me draw your fancy bastard<3

Go and read the first chapter if you haven't already, it's very delicious, you won't regret it ;3
Ch 1: In The Net((trigger warning: wrong pronounsBecker uses they/them, and in this fic they are misgendered in dialog by jerk npcs several times))Chapter 1: In The Net“Through here?” Nils asked, arching a shaped brow as his guide stopped beside a closed door. “Yep. We found exactly what you’re looking for.” The older man flashed a yellowed grin as he opened the door and stood aside.Nils’ pulse picked up as he saw the young man lying on the bed, but he kept his features schooled. The room was sparse, largely taken up by shelves of boxed paperwork, thick binders, and ledgers. He was grateful that it didn’t reek as strongly of dead fish as the front of the warehouse had. https://www.deviantart.com/elgrajaz/art/Road-ahead-888795402“Dark hair, meaty. Even birthmarks. Feel free to, eh, take a closer look. He’s not going nowhere.”“It would seem not,” Nils replied in a low, calm voice. He smiled as the blindfolded head lifted off the mattress and turned to him, tracking his footsteps. The cloth over their eyes looked wet. Nils wondered how long they’d been taped up and gagged. Enough time to feel panicked and cry. “You used the drug I provided?”“Uh-huh. Worked like a charm.”“Did he see your faces?” “Nope. That dart dropped him before he knew which way was up.”“That’s good.” Even with three on one odds, Nils hadn’t wanted to take any chances. The fishmen he’d hired hadn’t been waiting over a decade for this very moment. “Could anyone have seen you?”“No one out that early who wasn’t fishing. No other surfers, either. Beach was deserted.”“How perfect.” Weeks before, Nils had watched the young man learning to surf, with their blonde companion clearly giving instructions. From that moment, he’d known it was only a matter of timing and patience. “So, eh, you said we’d get the other half once we got him for you.”“The agreement,” Nils corrected, “was for securing the shipment in my transport.” He stopped at the edge of the bed. Nils’ smile broadened as his prize began to squirm weakly against his bondage. The swishing sound from their green swim trunks made Nils itch to touch. “My driver will open the trunk for you. Place him there and after, I will transfer the amount we discussed into your account.” His eyes narrowed for a moment as the fisherman whistled to summon help.“Mmmph...”“Be still,” Nils soothed, still smiling as his eyes raked over the young man’s body. He reached out and touched the collar, holding back a sigh when the young man cringed away. “Alright. If you want to keep the collar on, you may.”“Mnn mm gh?”“No one will harm you. I’m going to take you somewhere more comfortable. Then we can talk.” “Mmn rph, phmm!”“Shh. Later, I promise.” Nils watched as his guide and one of his fellows reappeared. They each took an end and hauled their squirming victim back through the warehouse to a waiting SUV. Nils let himself into the backseat, trusting his diver to supervise things. In less than two minutes, they were speeding off into the darkness. “Did you give him another dose?”“Yes, sir. He quieted at once.”“Good.” Nils relaxed in his seat, breathing deeply to calm the parts of him that tingled in anticipation. “That’s good.”...Nils supervised as two of his bodyguards carried the limp body into the house and through to the master bedroom. As soon as they were finished, Nils dismissed them and took a moment to admire a daydream turned reality. He cut through the duct tape binding wrists and ankles, and the tape pinning arms to sides. The last thing he removed was the blindfold.“Beautiful,” he murmured quietly. Nils traced a finger along one eyebrow and then over the red birthmark. He lowered his hand when the young man's lashes fluttered. “Coming around already. So you are as strong as you are stunning. That’s good.” He went to the foot of the bed and lifted a metal shackle attached by a short chain to the footboard. Padded and lined with leather on the inside, Nils locked it around his prize’s left ankle, then repeated the process for the right. With similar shackles, he secured both wrists to the headboard.“Mmmmh...” “Go gently,” Nils coaxed, watching as one chain and then the next pulled briefly taut. “The drug is still in your blood.”“Mph?”“It will clear.” He smiled, watching the young man struggling to open their eyes and look around. “You are safe here with me. This is my home. I can assure you that it’s well guarded.” “Nnm?”Nils tilted his head as his prize took in the shackles on their wrists, the chains. He felt his pulse jump as the dark eyes grew wide and began to fill with tears. “Nn... Nngh mm.”“They muzzled you well, didn’t they?” He extended one hand, palm up, poised. “I could take it off. Would you like that?”“M...mm-hm.”“Alright.” Nils sat on the edge of the bed. “Can you lift your head for me?” He smiled as his captive obeyed, even as their muscles trembled. “Good.” As the first cloth came away, he saw a nose. The second cloth revealed a third -- knotted and pulled tightly between their teeth. Unable to resist, Nils cupped their cheek. “Do something else for me.”“Mm?”“Ask me to take it off.” Nils continued to smile down into the dark, questioning eyes. “And call me, ‘Master.’” He chuckled softly when his prize stiffened and then jerked away from his touch. https://www.deviantart.com/elgrajaz/art/So-Sweet-887715137“Oh? Are you sure you want to deny me? I bet your throat is parched.” He rose from the bed and went to a nightstand where a pitcher of water and a pair of glasses waited. Nils filled one and turned back around as he slowly sipped, only just managing not to smirk. “Ask me.”“Mph!”“Suit yourself.” Nils continued to sip, enjoying every moment of the fight that kicked up in his captive. They thrashed against the chains stretching them out and yelled against the cloth stuffed in their mouth, but to no avail. Sweat had gathered at their hairline and tears were shining in their eyes again by the time they stopped struggling, and all the while Nils stood patiently by. He itched with anticipation as he waited, breathing higher in his own chest as his prize dragged in heavy, shuddering breaths. “If you’re quite finished and still want something to drink, you know what to do.”“Mmm--” “Take it slowly if you must.” Nils could tell that they were fighting not to break down. Their cheeks were flushed from both struggle and humiliation. “We have all the time in the world. You’re not going anywhere.”“Mmph. Mmmph.” “No,” he corrected in a gentle tone, shaking his head, though he never broke eye contact. Nils was certain he’d never seen such deep, dark eyes before. There was a gravity to them, like the invisible pull one felt standing near the edge of a cliff. Compelling, and especially so while tear-filled. “Don’t you want me to remove that gag? It looks uncomfortable.” Nils felt his breath catch at the frustrated, muffled moan he got in reply. “If you prefer to stay this way, silenced and collared, I will allow it. We missed breakfast and I am famished after all this excitement. I’ll let you rest as you are, then.” He turned but before he reached the door, it came.“Mph! Nm ngh!”“If you’re ready,” Nils prompted, cool and calm. He watched as his captive squeezed their eyes shut, tensing against the restraints. The bed, iron-reinforced oak, barely creaked. A minute passed before Nils could see straining, trembling muscles go limp against the duvet. “Hnph mh, mmh-hhr.”“There. Good,” he praised, returning to the bed. Nils sat on the edge of the mattress. “That’s all I wanted. Lift up for me again.” He untied the third knotted cloth and pulled it away, watching as a fourth, wadded cloth was spat out. While his prize worked aching jaw muscles, he turned away to pour a second glass of water. “Are you ready? I want you to take small sips for me,” Nils coaxed, touching the rim to their dry lips and slowly tipping. “Wh--”“I know you must have questions, but there’s time enough for those after you finish your water. You have my word. Drink.” Nils offered a few swallows at a time until the glass was drained, then set it back on the nightstand.“W-who are you?”“Your master.” He smiled, ignoring the way they cringed. “You belong to me now.”“For how long?”“For the rest of your life, dear one.” Nils cupped their cheek and gently traced over their birthmark with his thumb.“I have a family.”“Oh,” Nils chuckled, “I know. You had a great big one, but they’re not yours any longer.”“They’ll look for me.”“They are welcome to try.”“I-I...I want to go home.”“You are home.” Nils set his finger on the tip of their nose. “Your place is by my side.” He smiled as they shrank back from the contact. “No.”“There’s no need to be upset,” Nils soothed, trying to stroke their cheek. “I’m going to take the best care of you.”“I don’t want to be taken care of. I don’t want this. Please.”“Perhaps not yet, but you will. You’re so special, pet.” Nils tensed in the same instant his captive did; he hadn’t meant to use that title, not so soon.“...my name is Becker. Please. If you care, you’ll let me go. Please.”“Hmm. If you’re very good,” he said softly, recovering himself, “that can be the one piece of the past I let you keep.” Nils smiled and reached out to smooth Becker’s hair back, but they jerked away, expression stricken.“Why? Why are you doing this?”“Because I have been searching for you since I was a boy. Do you think that I don’t know what you are?” He took advantage of the shock his admission caused and stroked his fingers through their hair. “I...I don’t know what you--”“‘Many years ago,’” Nils recited, cutting Becker off, “‘a man went walking along the cliffs near the sea. The black sands were deserted, and yet the man could hear strange laughter. He followed it to a cave, but found no one inside, only the skins of many seals.’” His pulse jumped as he watched his prize grow pale and squirm. “In the story, this man took one of the seal pelts home and locked it away in a chest. Days later he returned to find a woman in the cave, weeping. He brought her home with him and made her his wife. She was devoted to the man and gave him children.”“N-no...”“When I read that story as a child, I knew it had to be true. I spent many hours on beaches with black sand and seals, searching for a cave. I’d actually given up and then,” he closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, recalling the hot sunshine, “there you were. Doing little tricks for tourists.” Nils brushed a thumb under Becker’s eye, smoothing away a tear that spilled over. “You will never have to do anything like that again. You are the most precious thing in the world to me. I expect that you’ll miss the sea, but in time, when you come to love me, I will deny you nothing. We’ll make each other very happy, dear one.”“W-wait, you can’t--”“Now, now.” Nils touched a finger to Becker’s lips, but the gesture only lasted a heartbeat. He sighed, watching them strain against the shackles again. “This is only our first talk of many. Be good for me and calm yourself. You should rest.”“No! Let me go, you can’t keep me here!”“Lower your voice and lie still,” Nils pressed, though his voice and expression remained collected. “I won’t stay here, you can’t make me!”“Oh.” He sighed and rose from the bed. “While I love and will never hurt you, things will go easier between us when you accept that you have no chance of slipping away from me--”“NO!”“But,” Nils said, raising his voice to be heard over the clanking of chains, “if you insist on making a scene, I will go outside right now and burn your pelt to ashes.” He smirked as his captive froze and met his gaze. “Though it would pain me to take something like that from you forever, I will if you leave me no choice.”“D-don’t. Please don’t.”“Ah, ah. What should you call me?” he prompted, resuming his seat on the edge of the bed to drink in the terror on Becker’s face.“Please don’t, master.”“There. Good.” Nils smiled and caressed their cheek. “Everything will be fine, dear one. You’ll see.”To Be Continued...