BOBBY’S CHRISTMAS GIFT
Serena Yates
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“What the fuck?” Greg stared at the piece of vellum paper he‟d pulled from
the expensive-looking envelope.
An envelope that had mysteriously appeared right next to his fireplace.
Overnight. He was sure it hadn‟t been there when he went upstairs last night. This
morning it had sat there, quietly taunting him to open it. As though it had been
delivered via the chimney.
Ridiculous!
But no amount of looking over his shoulder, or under the table, or behind the
curtains had revealed a clue about the envelope‟s origins. His name was on the
outside, written in bold letters. Now that he‟d opened it, it was clear it hadn‟t even
been addressed to him, though. What the hell was it doing in his living room?
He looked back down at his hands, one holding the picture that had come
tumbling out, the other a short letter.
His gaze kept returning to the image. He couldn‟t help himself and stared at it
in horrid fascination. It showed a naked man. He looked very young, but his body
was definitely that of a well developed male. His skin was slightly pink and he was
crouched in an uncomfortable position inside a wire mesh cage which was high
enough for him to remain on hands and knees. Wooden poles had been stuck
through the square openings, completely immobilizing him. He was naked, but
wore a rubber hood that enclosed his head, hiding his face. Leather straps wound
around his chest and stomach, attached to a longer one running down his back.
The letter was no more helpful in figuring out this mystery. He still read it
again, just to be sure.
Dear Santa,
Instead of asking for something for myself this year, I saw this boy trapped crouching
and naked in a cage and thought that he might need something from you more than I
do. Would you make sure that he has a happy holiday season for me?
Thank you!
--Adara.
Who was Adara? She was clearly worried about the man‟s welfare. Greg
sympathized. Keeping a human being in conditions like that was unacceptable.
Some people might enjoy that kind of treatment, and he had no way of telling from
the picture whether this man was one of them. But Adara‟s letter seemed to confirm
that this wasn‟t a consensual situation.
It was addressed to Santa, though, so how come it had been delivered to him?
He was just an artist, making sculptures of various types of materials, with a
weakness for mysteries, anything sweet, and watching the occasional bit of gay porn
on the Internet. But he‟d never enjoyed any of the more hard core BDSM sites, and
this—situation—the man found himself in only made Greg angry. Who would do
something like this to another human being?
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Well, it just wouldn‟t do. Christmas was only ten days away, and if this Adara
person was right, the man needed help. Greg may not have been Santa, he snorted at
the thought, but he‟d been asked for help, in a roundabout way, so he‟d have to find
a solution.
He looked up, staring into space as he considered what he should do.
Ignoring the picture and the veiled cry for help that had come to him via Adara‟s
letter was not an option. He needed to find out where the man was being held, make
sure he was okay, and get him out of there if he wasn‟t. Not something he could do
on his own, but he knew just the person to ask for help.
An hour later, having taken a shower and eaten breakfast, Greg walked into
the local police station.
“Is Detective Henderson in?” Greg smiled at the receptionist. She was
wearing another of her garishly colored Christmas sweaters. This one was
bubblegum-green and had a bright red reindeer on the front. Its eyes seemed to
follow Greg as he came closer to the desk.
“He certainly is.” The receptionist grinned. “Take a seat, I‟ll let him know
you‟re here. He should be with you shortly.”
“Thank you.” Darned security protocols. He used to be able to just walk in to
see his old friend, Paul. No longer was that allowed.
He took a seat in the waiting area.
“Greg!” Paul‟s booming voice woke him from his reverie a few minutes later.
“It‟s good to see you.”
“Hi, Paul.” Greg got up, traversed the scanner after emptying his pockets and
shook hands with Paul once he‟d returned his keys, wallet and small change where
they belonged.
“What can I do for you?” Paul led the way toward his desk, getting them each
a coffee from the small kitchen area before sitting down. “You never come to the
office anymore, so I‟m assuming you need some sort of help?”
Greg nodded, sipping his coffee to stall for time. Now that he was here, facing
his utterly rational friend, he had no idea how to tell him about the mysterious letter.
The man would probably laugh his head off.
“Come on, spit it out.” Paul grinned as he leaned back in his squeaky chair. “I
can see that something is really bothering you.”
“You‟re right. I‟ve got a real problem on my hands.” Greg sighed as he put
down the empty plastic cup. Damn, his tongue was hurting. He shouldn‟t have
swallowed the hot coffee so quickly.
“You‟re not in trouble with the law, are you?” Paul frowned, some of his
relaxation changing to tension.
“No!” God, he‟d had enough of that when he was younger. “No, but I think
someone else needs my help, and I can‟t figure out how to find him. He looks like
he‟s in such trouble, and I don‟t know—“
“Whoa, slow down, man.” Paul lifted his hand as if trying to stop the flow of
words. “Why don‟t you start at the beginning?”
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Greg took a deep breath and told his friend everything. Paul‟s eyes got wider
by the second. When Greg pulled out the envelope and showed him the picture and
the letter, Paul whistled through his teeth.
“Man, you‟re right. That man doesn‟t look like he‟s enjoying himself.” Paul
narrowed his eyes, looking at the photo more closely before returning his gaze to
Greg. “You know what‟s weird?”
“Other than this whole situation?” Greg was on tenterhooks. He wanted to
get on with it, charge to the man‟s rescue. The longer Greg thought about it, the
more his vulnerability touched him.
“Yeah, well, don‟t start looking to deeply. If you weren‟t such a good friend
I‟d think you were trying to pull a prank.” Paul turned the picture so they could
both look at it. “No, I think it‟s weird that the cage isn‟t bolted to the floor.”
“Huh?” Greg looked again.”Damn, you‟re right. I didn‟t even notice that.”
Paul grinned.
“Oh, stop it.” Greg blushed.
Paul was a good friend, straight and happily married to boot, but he‟d never
had any problem with Greg‟s sexuality. Instead, he needled Greg about his attraction
to men at every opportunity, claiming he wanted to help him find Mr. Right. Yeah,
like that was going to happen!
“Okay, now that we‟ve established that you feel attracted to the guy, I assume
you want me to help you find him?” Paul waited for Greg‟s nod then frowned.
“There was nothing else in the envelope?”
Greg shook his head. How were they ever going to figure out where the man
was being held? Even if he wasn‟t a prisoner, which was a big maybe, his feeling
that something weird was going on hadn‟t gone away. Why would he have received
the letter if the man didn‟t need help?
“It doesn‟t make sense for this to be difficult.” Paul scratched his head.
“Whoever sent this letter clearly wanted the man out of that cage.”
Greg nodded. But how would they find him? Hartford wasn‟t a huge city, but
big enough to make finding one caged-up man a challenge.
Paul leaned back in his chair, playing with the photo in his hand as he turned
it this way and that, as if checking different angles.
Hold on, wasn‟t that writing on its back?
* * * *
Bobby was cold enough that his teeth would have chattered hadn‟t the ball
gag stopped his jaw from moving. Thank God his tormentors had at least removed
the darned hood once they‟d returned him to his „permanent‟ cage. Not that he
wanted to see anything at this point, he had his eyes firmly closed against the harsh
reality of his predicament, but it was nice to have the option.
He lay on his side on the hard floor, trying to expose as little skin as possible
to the cold surface that was leaking the warmth from his body with seemingly
unrelenting determination. He wore handcuffs that were cutting into his skin and
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his feet had been bound at the ankles and knees. He was immobilized. He couldn‟t
have gone anywhere even without those additional restraints. His new home, the
absurdly small cage in the corner of a dank basement, was securely locked.
Shit.
Why had he responded to that stupid dare? His waiter colleague, Damon, had
made him sound like such a coward for not wanting to take part in the BDSM-
themed Christmas party Damon‟s sinister biker friends had organized. Bobby had
no idea what Damon found so attractive about being tied up, flogged and probably
worse. But when Damon had dared him to try it, saying he didn‟t know what he was
missing and wouldn‟t be able to judge until he tried it for himself, Bobby had agreed
to do a scene in the club Damon and his friends frequented.
He‟d known he‟d never hear the end of it if he didn‟t give in to Damon‟s
needling. Realizing that Damon could make things very difficult at work if he didn‟t
stay on his good side, he‟d figured that it would be safe since there would be other
people around, and what possible real harm could they do to him in public?
God, he‟d been naïve.
Once they‟d tied him up, they gagged and hooded him. A short drive later
he‟d been unloaded and carried into a fairly well-heated room. His clothes had been
cut from him, some sort of leather contraption with two straps was put on his body.
He‟d tried to fight them, but they‟d punched him in the head, telling him he was
supposed to enjoy this. The pain had finally convinced him he‟d be better off doing
what they told him for now. He‟d been made to crawl into what he‟d been told was
a cage. They hemmed him in with what felt like wooden poles so that he was
crouching uncomfortably.
The sound of cameras taking pictures had made him blush all over. After
endless minutes of imagining his naked picture turning up on the Internet, he‟d been
told there was more „fun‟ in store for him tomorrow. The fact that they‟d left the butt
plug in didn‟t bode well as far as he was concerned.
They‟d finally freed him from the cage, only to walk him down some stairs,
practically immobilizing him before putting him in this „permanent‟ cage. When
they‟d taken the hood off, Bobby blinking even in the low light of the flashlights
they‟d used, Damon had been nowhere to be seen.
There was absolutely nothing he could do. Despair was only a breath away,
but he wasn‟t going to give in. They couldn‟t keep him here forever, could they? He
must have drifted off to sleep eventually, because the next thing he knew was the
sound of the door scraping open, followed by booted footsteps coming down the
stairs.
“Hey, wait a minute, Greg. You can‟t just go down there on your own.” The
voice sounded angry. “We need to secure the area first.”
“Fuck securing the area. It‟s pitch dark down here. Why would any of those
idiots be hiding here instead of getting drunk with the rest of his buddies? Besides, I
just know the man‟s down here, and from what those idiots told us, he‟s not having
a good time.” The second voice, Greg‟s, was deeper than the first and much closer
now. “We can‟t leave him in whatever situation he is for a minute longer.”
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Yes! Bobby would have screamed his agreement had the stupid ball gag not
been preventing it.
He opened his eyes to a sliver of light from a small, grimy window right
under the ceiling above him. The bright beam of a flashlight came from the direction
of the stairs, a pair of booted feet turning into strong jeans-covered legs, slim hips
and a broad chest as the man called Greg made his way down the steps. Swinging
the flashlight in an arc, he stayed where he was for a moment.
“Shit, it‟s dark and cold in here.” Greg shuddered. “And it stinks.”
The beam of light hit the edge of Bobby‟s cage.
“Fuck! There‟s another cage down here, Paul.” Greg moved the flashlight so
that it shone onto Bobby‟s legs then his torso, moving up toward his face.
“Hold on, I‟m coming down there.” Paul rushed down the steps.
Bobby closed his eyes, wanting to die of shame. He was naked and dirty, tied
up like an animal. And Greg had looked so good. Tall, broad-shouldered with a
ruggedly handsome face, he had spiky blond hair and kind brown eyes. He was
Bobby‟s dream man come to life. Had he met him under different circumstances he‟d
have hoped for a date.
He shook his head. It didn‟t really matter, as long as he made it out of here.
Whoever these two men were, they didn‟t sound like they wanted any part of the
cruel trick Damon and his friends had played on him. Keeping his eyes squeezed
firmly shut, Bobby held his breath to find out what the two newcomers would do.
“Looks like it‟s him.” Greg started walking toward the cage.
“I‟ve got the keys.” Paul came closer as well. “At least they gave them up
before the patrol car took them out of here.”
Patrol car? Shit, are they cops? How much trouble am I in?
“Hey, are you awake?” Greg‟s voice was close to his face.
Bobby nodded, still refusing to open his eyes to look the handsome man in
the eye.
“Okay, hold on. We‟ll get you out of here as quickly as we can.” Greg‟s
footsteps retreated back toward the stairs. “We need a blanket down here, please.”
“Sure, hold on.”
Keys rattled near the cage‟s door, and the three industrial-size padlocks were
opened before the cage door squeaked as it was swung back. A soft thunk near the
stairs was probably the blanket arriving.
“Thanks.” Greg walked back toward the cage. “We need to get you out of the
damned cage, and pulling you out isn‟t really an option because it would hurt you
more. Can you try to move, please?”
Bobby didn‟t think he could. And if scraped skin was all he took away from
this, he thought he could live with it. Greg‟s worry warmed his heart, though. He
tried to move, but his stiff muscles screamed in protest. He moaned.
“That won‟t work.” Greg walked around to the other side of the cage. “I think
we should try to maneuver the blanket underneath him then pull him out.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Paul shuffled away from where he‟d been at his
feet to open the cage‟s door.
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More shuffling as they presumably placed the blanket where they needed it.
A warm hand touched his feet and lifted them, the soft blanket touching his calves
as the men pulled it up. It was slow work, and it still hurt some, but Greg and Paul
kept lifting his body or parts of it and slowly the sensation of the soft blanket
replaced the cold floor underneath him.
When they were done and started to pull him out, tears of happy relief
escaped his still closed eyes. One man removed the gag, the other unlocked the cuffs
and cut the rope his knees and ankles had been bound with. He carefully stretched is
legs then moved his arms and while the pain was bad, it was bearable.
Someone covered his nakedness by folding the blanket over him. God, that
felt good. He felt warmer already.
“Good, keep making small movements, it‟ll help get the circulation going. Is it
okay to touch you, to help you get warm?” Greg sounded hesitant.
Yeah, well, Bobby was a mess. He wasn‟t sure he‟d want to touch himself at
this point. But the man‟s hands had felt so good on his skin before, how was he
supposed to resist?
Bobby nodded.
“Yes please.” His voice was scratchy, his mouth awfully dry.
“Can you open your eyes for me?” Greg‟s large warm hands started rubbing
his arm, then his back, through the blanket.
A second set of hands on his claves and thighs must have been Paul joining in
the effort. He was still on his side, and enjoyed being touched and restored to life for
a moment, before returning to reality. He slowly opened his eyes, automatically
looking for Greg‟s face as he discovered the man kneeling in front of him.
“There you are!” Greg‟s smile showed even white teeth and made the
handsome face light up. “I‟m so glad we found you.”
Yeah, I am too.
* * * *
Greg stared at the man, no, he was definitely a man now that he looked more
closely. His eyes were the deepest green Greg had ever seen, his hair a tousled
chocolate brown mess, and his face that of an angel. High cheekbones, a straight
nose and a strong chin just waited to be sculpted.
“I‟m Greg.” He smiled. “I guess you already know that. What‟s your name?”
“Bobby.”
“Hi, Bobby.” Greg deepened his own smile.
He felt giddy when Bobby smiled back at him. It was one of the most hesitant
smiles he had ever seen, but the dimples that appeared made the man even more
attractive.
“We‟re going to get you out of here. Is that okay?” Greg just wanted Bobby to
get away from this depressing place, but figured it would be better to let him feel he
had some control back in his life.
“Please.” Bobby nodded. “I need to take a shower.”
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Greg nodded as he slid his arms under Bobby‟s shoulders then his knees.
Greg wanted nothing more than to take him to his place, maybe spoil him a little to
help him forget his ordeal. But Bobby would have a hard time trusting anyone at this
point. Hell, he might have a partner waiting for him wherever he lived.
It turned out that there was no partner, and that Bobby didn‟t want to go
home on his own. Paul had taken his statement while Greg held a shaking Bobby,
still firmly wrapped in the blanket, in his arms. He‟d begged for Greg to hold him
before he started guzzling the water he‟d been offered by one of the other officers.
Greg had only been too glad to comply. Bobby felt right in his arms.
Oh shit, he had it bad.
“So, you think that Damon Middleton was the guy who set this all up?” Paul
frowned as he continued taking notes.
“I don‟t know about all of it.” Bobby tried to move even closer and Greg
reveled in the feeling of giving him the physical protection he needed. “I mean, this
isn‟t his place or anything, and I have no idea how much he knew about what they
were planning. I never heard or saw Damon again after the club. But he was
definitely in charge of reeling me in. I just wish I‟d never fallen for his stupid line.”
“You couldn‟t know what he had planned.” Greg was so angry at Damon, he
had a hard time not tensing up. But he managed, because he didn‟t want Bobby to
think he was mad at him.
“No, but still. I feel pretty dumb.” Bobby turned his head into Greg‟s chest.
“It was a pretty nasty thing for Damon to do.” Greg brought up his hand and
stroked Bobby‟s head.
“Yes, it was.” Paul nodded as he closed his notebook. “We‟ll send someone to
check him out. Do you want to press charges?”
Bobby hesitated. “I have to work with him.”
Greg snorted.
“But I do.” Bobby looked up, tears in his eyes. “It‟s been hard enough to keep
my job, with the restaurant losing business because of the recession. If Damon…”
“Look, I don‟t know what‟s going to happen once we arrest him.” Paul
frowned. “But I can assure you, if you press charges, he will be arrested. That won‟t
exactly make his job more secure, will it?”
Bobby looked up.
“No, I guess not.” Bobby wiped his eyes and smiled. “Okay, I‟ll press
charges.”
“Good.” Paul nodded and got up. “Do you have anywhere you want us to
drop you off?”
Greg held his breath. He didn‟t even want to think of Bobby
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