Kian was the first to break the silence that had formed after Shane finished the call. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

Shane looked at him, "What?"

"That you’re…" Kian’s voice was barely a whisper.

"Gay?" Shane finished the sentence for him. Kian nodded weakly. "Well, you didn’t tell me before either." Kian gave up and got dressed.

"Are you feeling alright today then?" Shane asked softly.

Kian nodded, "Yeah."

Shane patted the seat beside him on the sofa, and Kian found himself following directions and sit down. "Kian, can we have a conversation with you being completely honest with me?"

Kian was silent and then nodded.

"Ok, do you enjoy the bondage?"

"Yeah."

"Honest?"

Kian sighed, "I do… well, I used to anyway…"

"So why don’t you anymore?" Kian fell silent, and looked as if the mat’s pattern was really interesting.

"Kian"

Kian looked up and met Shane’s gaze. He couldn’t lie to him. "I, I wanted to quit…"

"And you told them?" Kian nodded. "Then why do you still go?"

Kian was silent for a while, and Shane reached out and placed a hand on his. "They wouldn’t let me quit," he said finally. Shane just nodded, seeing as Kian looked like he was going to continue.

"They… they made me come back and…" Shane squeezed his hand, seeing how hard it was for Kian to go on. "They punished me…" a quiet sob escaped Kian and Shane pulled him close. He didn’t urge him to go on, or tell him he could stop, he just stayed silent and let Kian make his own decisions.

It took a while before he continued a slight shiver evident in his voice. "I never minded being whipped but… this time, it was just… God, I couldn’t take it. They went on ‘till I couldn’t take it anymore and passed out and…" Kian stopped to take a breath. "And... When I came back around they were still… all over me…" Kian stopped again, this time cause he could feel the tears coming once again. Shane rocked him till he calmed back down.

"So, what’s it like now?"

Kian looked up. "They… they are still punishing me. I’ve passed out at least half the times since then…"

Shane was starting to get furious. No way that true bondage masters would continuously punish someone for the one crime. How fun would that be?

"A name Kian?"

"What?" Kian was back to whispering.

"A name. Of any of the masters…"

"I don’t know."

"You do."

"I can’t…"

"You bloody can, a name Kian!" Shane’s anger was now evident in his voice, although he never meant to take it out on Kian.

"Shane, they’ll kill me if the police…"

"I’m not gonna tell the police Kian. Now, a name."

"The Kinky Rock…" Kian said, finally.

He watched Shane’s face distort in a frown and heard the ‘bastards’ he mumbled under his breath. "That’s it, you’re not going back."

Kian felt desperation surge through him. "But…"

"You’re not going back!"

"They’ll kill me Shane."

"They’ll kill you anyway…"

Kian fell silent, he knew Shane was right. And that was the moment Kian’s mobile decided would be perfect for going off.

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