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Undercover Love	By : Kasie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1110 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Savage Garden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 4
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“Sit.” Liam commanded, gesturing for Darren to sit on a small cushion on the floor of the small kitchenette he had been led into. Darren thought he understood where he was, now. He was underneath the nightclub.

“Have any allergies?” Liam asked him, his back facing Darren as he stood over a stove.

“No.” Darren replied and then, as an afterthought, “Sir.”

“Good. You’ll be easy to feed then.” There was silence for a while. Until, at last, Liam turned around with a bowl of what Darren hoped to be chicken soup in hand.

“Here.” He set the bowl down in front of Darren. Darren ate quietly, ignoring the uneasy feeling he was getting as Liam watched him, not realizing just how hungry he was.

“It’s too bad Tyrone only cares about the money…” Liam began, his eyes gazing over Darren’s body, “He’s forgotten what it’s like to have a good slave for himself for once… always selling the good ones like you. He only sees the punishments he wants to give to those who have angered him… he forgets about the pleasure that can be attained through the proper use of a slave like you.”

Liam knelt right next to Darren, his face close to Darren’s, breath hot against Darren’s face…placing his hand on Darren’s naked thigh suggestively. Darren opened his mouth, but no sound escaped. On the outside his eyes were widening in terror; on the inside, he was growling to himself, knowing that he could take this man out easily if he had to.

In the next instant, Liam had pushed Darren backwards. Darren let out a scream but was quickly cut off by Liam’s heavy hand slapping down over Darren’s mouth.

‘Oh, HELL no.’ Darren thought to himself. This guy picked the wrong boy to molest. If Liam thought he could get a little action on the sly he had another thing coming. But Darren had to play this carefully if he was going to keep up his façade. He focused all of his strength into bucking the man off, his right fist swinging around to catch the man in a perfect upper-cut, sending him flying backwards in surprise. Darren let out another ‘frightened’ scream as he quickly scrambled away from Liam, knowing he had to move quickly.

“You little bitch!” Liam shouted, blood dripping from his mouth where he had been hit. Darren knocked over the pots and pans of the countertop, sending them clattering against the floor noisily. Liam tackled Darren back onto the floor, anger flashing in his eyes. Darren squirmed underneath him, making as much noise as he could.

“STOP! PLEASE!!” He shrieked, inwardly sighing with relief when he heard heavy metal door open and close, quick footsteps hurrying towards where they were. Excellent, he had made enough noise to get Tyrone’s attention and, if he knew the way things worked around here as well as he thought he did, Liam was about to get some punishment of his own.

“Liam!! What the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!” Tyrone’s voice boomed. Liam immediately scrambled off Darren, looking angry and embarrassed at having been caught trying to sample the merchandise. Darren took this opportunity to play up his role as terrified victim, practically sobbing as he half-crawled, half-ran behind Tyrone for protection, clinging to the man’s legs frightenedly, practically hyperventilating— damn he was good.

“Explain yourself!” Tyrone demanded of Liam.

“That—That little bitch tried to run!!” Liam lied through his teeth, “I caught him and then he started screaming! He completely lost it! He even fucking punched me! Got a lucky shot, too… the little asshole! Why, I ought to—” Tyrone stopped Liam’s explanation with a wave of his hand turning and kneeling down to face Darren, trying to calm him with gentle hands. Darren allowed himself to be consoled.

“Shh….there, there, Little One… It’s okay, shh… Now, tell me what happened…” Tyrone’s eyes darkened as he caressed Darren’s cheek, “Did you try to run?” Darren shook his head fervently.

“N-NO! No, no, no! I-I…I… He… he…” Darren cried, stuttering pathetically in fear, “H-he tried to… a-and I-I…”

“Shh…shh… As I suspected… do not fear, you will not be punished for your behavior.” Tyrone soothed, brushing Darren’s hair back and wiping away his tears. He stood up, facing Liam once more. “Do not lie to me again, Liam. Did you try to fuck him?” Liam was silent, not looking at Tyrone, instead glaring at Darren for getting him into trouble.

“Listen to me Liam,” Tyrone’s voice was deadly cold, “If you try to touch him again, I will cut your dick off myself! If you want to fuck somebody that badly, we’ve got a perfectly disobedient pet waiting for you in the other room! There’s no need to go and spoil perfectly good merchandise.

“Sorry…” Liam apologized begrudgingly, stalking off angrily.

Tyrone knelt down again to Darren’s level, looking into his eyes. Darren did his best to remain teary-eyed and vulnerable, trembling slightly for effect.

“Jesus, you are a pretty one. Damn…it’s too bad. Are you calmed now, Little One?” Darren nodded shakily, sniffling miserably, “That’s good. But…Little One, even though you were in the right this time, soon your soul purpose in life will be to please your new master. And undoubtedly your master will desire that body of yours…you understand that, don’t you?” Tyrone asked softly. Darren whimpered and nodded, eyes glossy with tears, still seemingly shaken. Tyrone shook his head in frustration, looking away from Darren’s eyes.

“Gods, boy. What are you trying to do to me?” He mumbled to himself. Darren looked confused. Tyrone sighed, “The auction is in three days. You will stay with me until then, and then I will take you to Trey to be prepared for sale. Do you understand what that means?” Darren knew this was his chance to get more information. He shook his head. Tyrone sighed again, “Liam really doesn’t explain things very well anymore, does he?” Tyrone helped Darren to his feet, “Come…perhaps I can help you to understand better your role from now on.”

Darren was led into Tyrone’s office once more. His pants still lay on the floor where he left them. Tyrone noticed Darren’s wanting gaze.

“You may put your pants back on for now, if you wish.” He permitted. Darren wasted no time in getting dressed. Tyrone laughed softly at his behavior.

“You know…” He commented as Darren finished buttoning his pants, “I was surprised that you didn’t try to release those captives yourself,” Darren looked at Tyrone, confused, “You were left unattended and unbound, and yet you made no move even after they begged you to.” Darren’s heart-rate had begun to increase the moment Tyrone began speaking, but he was doing a good job of hiding it.

“If I were a lesser man, I would say it was merely because you were afraid (and rightly so, I might add) of what would be done to you for such a flagrant violation. But I don’t think that’s it… do you want to know what I think?” Tyrone asked, grinning. Darren nodded slowly, wondering where the man was going with this. Tyrone stepped closer to Darren, his hand stroking Darren’s hair, other hand caressing his face. It took everything Darren had not to flinch under the man’s gaze.

“I think…it’s because you crave to be dominated… you want it.” Tyrone grinned, Darren inwardly sighed in relief, shaking his head in denial. “You say no…but your eyes tell me yes.” Tyrone murmured, his voice husky, “They tell me that you are secretly excited to be the object of so much desire….to be sold…to be craved… to be used.” Tyrone’s hand was soft against Darren’s face, his eyes suddenly filling with regret, “It’s a pity…your just his type.”

“What do you mean?” Darren asked, before he could stop himself.

“Finish your sentences with either Sir or Master!” Tyrone growled dangerously, slapping Darren’s already bruised cheek violently.

“S-sorry, Sir.” Darren amended, his cheek burning.

“Very well, and it is best that you do not know what I meant by my previous statement.”

“Wh-why are you doing this to me…Sir?” Darren asked next, hoping to press the man for some more information he could use.

“Ha, ha, ha, ha…” Tyrone laughed out loud at the question, “That’s easy. Because I can. And because you’re going to make me a lot of money.”

“Wh-why me? Why is this happening to me?” Darren mumbled, more to himself than to Tyrone. The man deemed the question worthy of an answer anyway, as Darren knew he would.

“Well…because, dear, you are hot stuff…and a natural submissive to boot…and, frankly, you stepped into the wrong nightclub… you have no one to miss you in the outside world…no one will be looking for you…it’s tough luck, really.” Tyrone shrugged, as if there was nothing he could do about it. Tears trickled down Darren’s cheek; he never ceased to be amazed by his acting abilities under pressure.

“What’s g-gonna happen to me?” Darren pressed, “Sir.” He added, remembering, not really wanting to get slapped again.

“Now that all depends on where you are going, Little One.” He pet Darren’s hair affectionately, his eyes betraying what he really thought. Darren inwardly thanked whatever spirits were up there that he wouldn’t really have to find out first-hand.

“A-are you…in charge, Sir?” Darren asked. Tyrone shook his head.

“Of you? Yes…for the moment. But that will only be for a few more days. And no… I am not the Supreme Master. He is the high Lord and organizer of the auctions. You may meet him yet, Little One.” Tyrone explained softly. It was just as Darren suspected. There was a master-mind behind the scenes. If he was taken out than the rest of the organization would most-likely crumble around him. Tyrone’s eyes narrowed slightly; he could see that Darren was thinking… never a good sign in a slave.

“Very well then, I’ve answered all the questions you need to know. I think it’s best that you go and rest now. I will not have you restrained, but just remember…. If you do try to run… than you’ll wish you had never been born before I am through with you.”

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