Found

Disclaimer: I don't own The Magnificent Seven, not making any money, just cheap thrills.

Warnings: Angst, Slash, Violence

Rating: FRT

Found
Chapter 6


The moment Doug left the room, Ezra was up and searching. He went over it with a fine tooth comb, but it was useless, he could find no means of escape. Even breaking the glass in the window wasn't an option, the opening would be entirely too small for him to crawl through. Doug must have had them especially made for just that purpose; he wondered if the rest of the windows in the house would be equally small? It would appear that he had no choice, he would have to play along, to a point, in order to gain access to the rest of the structure.

"I hope you'll like what I have chosen, I selected it especially for you," Doug smiled as he entered the room, pushing a serving cart before him.

Ezra frowned, seeing the cart set for two. "Thank you, but I would rather dine alone if you don't mind."

Doug scowled, "I do mind and you will dine with me at every meal," he coldly informed the smaller man.

"I see," Ezra calmly accepted the order. "What have you chosen for our dinner?"

"That's better," Doug praised with a smile; with a flourish he removed the cover from their plates.

Ezra eyed his plate, his stomach rumbling with hunger the moment the scent of filet mignon, oven roasted potatoes and green beans almandine reached his nose. "It looks delicious, thank you," using a life time of good manners to cover his reluctance to eat anything Doug had prepared. He had no idea what was in the food, but he was sure there was some type of foreign substance present in the meal.

“You're welcome,” Doug smiled. His smile quickly turned to a frown as he watched Ezra simply moving the food around his plate. “If you wish to leave this room you would be advised to please me and it would please me to see you eating the meal I prepared for you.”

Ezra offered his captor a smile and reluctantly took a small bite of the green beans, “Delicious.”

“Good, now eat up.”

Unable to come up with an acceptable excuse, and knowing that even if the food is drugged he will need his strength if he is to escape; Ezra ate.

Doug hid a smile as the other man consumed his meal. Watching carefully, he spotted the first sign of the drug taking effect as Ezra began to take on a dazed appearance. Soon, he knew, the younger man would be squirming in his seat as desire took hold. The combination of increased desire and lowered inhibitions that the drug caused would make Ezra like putty in his hands. Though he wanted to take the man, he wouldn't. This time their relationship would be different, Doug vowed. He would be in complete control and while he would certainly take advantage of what his Tempter offered, he would only do so when he wished, not when Ezra wanted it. “Your desire is strong, isn't it Tempter?”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” Ezra replied, the sound of Doug's voice seeming to come from a long way off.

“Give me a show my Tempter, strip for me,” Doug softly ordered.

The drug was in full force now and without a murmur of protest Ezra rose to his feet, his hands moving to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Doug stared hungrily as the smaller man performed a slow strip tease for him. He smiled, congratulating himself on the decision to leave Ezra clothed when he brought him here. It was well worth the denial of seeing that gorgeous body in exchange for seeing the wonderful show his lover was giving him now. Licking his lips, he took in the naked splendor before him. Sweeping his gaze over the younger man, he enjoyed the appearance of the hard body his lover possessed. “I see you enjoyed the show as well,” he commented, staring at the enticing erection sported by his lover.

Ezra dropped his gaze, smiling as he saw where Doug was looking. Instinctively he dropped his hand to his length, wrapping around it.

“Show me how much you enjoyed it, lie on the bed and pleasure yourself.”

No, Ezra silently protested, ashamed of his easy acquiescence but the drug and his need for relief were in control now. Silently he laid on the bed, following the order Doug had given him. As his pleasure grew, his shame intensified. He hated the look on the older man's face as he watched him, his eyes alight with lust and hunger, almost as much as he hated himself for obeying.

Doug licked his lips as his Tempter found release, crying out in his pleasure. “Clean your fingers Ezra, appearances after all are everything,” he snidely ordered. He enjoyed the power he could exert over the younger man with the help of the drug. Doug grinned, imagining the shame Ezra was feeling as he carried out every order given to him. “I'll just leave you alone now Tempter, remember don't try to leave the room without my permission.”

Ezra watched through a haze as his abductor walked out of the room, leaving the door open. It seemed like hours passed while he laid on the bed, waiting for the drug to wear off. Lord what had he been given? It felt, from the descriptions he'd read, like one of those date-rape drugs, but unlike with those drugs, he had been aware of what was happening, just unable to stop it. He quickly noticed another difference from the common date-rape drugs, as he recovered from the effects of whatever he'd been given, his memory of the events remained intact, leaving him with a deep sense of shame.

Doug stood in the kitchen, smiling as he washed the dishes. “My poor little Tempter,” he chuckled. “The shame and embarrassment will be awful for him.” He heard the door to Ezra's room close and he reached for the bracelet control. The cries of pain floating down the hall were like music to his ears, telling him that he had another opportunity to teach a lesson. He could have told Ezra earlier about the door rule, but had deliberately kept the information from the younger man. He knew that keeping the other man off balance would make controlling him easier as time went by.

Ezra looked up from the floor as the door swung open and the pain mercifully stopped. “Why?” he croaked, his voice hoarse from screaming.

“The door remains open Tempter,” Doug coldly informed him.

“You didn't tell me,” Ezra protested.

“I left the door open, did I not?”

“You did,” came the soft reply.

“That should have told you I wished it to remain open.”

“So now I'm supposed to be a mind reader?” Ezra snapped. “That is an impossibility.”

“No it isn't Tempter, you need only pay attention to my moods and actions to determine what I want.”

“And if I fail to ascertain your wishes I will be hurt?”

“Not hurt Ezra, punished, corrected. I can make you happy if you'll let me Tempter, but first you must make me happy. Do you understand?” Doug frowned when the only response he received was a small nod. “You will answer me verbally and with respect, now do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” Ezra reluctantly replied, giving him the respect he demanded but only to avoid more pain.

“Much better,” Doug praised. “Now about the door, you have not yet earned the right to privacy, therefore it will remain open at all times. When you have earned the privilege, I will recalibrate the sensors so you won't receive a shock when it's closed.”

“Earned?”

“I will forgive the lapse, but I won't again. You will call me sir at all times, do you understand?”

Ezra swallowed hard; he was dealing with a madman. “Yes sir...earned sir?” he tried again.

“Yes earned, you must earn privileges by pleasing me. If you don't please me, you will earn punishment and a loss of privileges.”

“You have already taken away my freedom and my right to privacy, what other privileges could you possibly take?” Ezra growled, his anger at the other man rising to the surface.

Doug gave Ezra a sorrowful look; shaking his head, he pressed the button for only a second. It caused just a small jolt of pain this time, really just enough to get Ezra's attention. “Toss your clothes into the hallway Tempter, you have just lost the privilege of covering your nudity.”

“You bastard,” Ezra snapped.

“Such a slow learner,” the button was pressed again.

Ezra screamed, collapsing to the floor, his body spasming in painful jerks as the electricity shot through him.

“Do you need another lesson Tempter?”

“No sir,” Ezra nearly sobbed, his body still rocked by pain even in the absence of the electrical shock.

“Good,” Doug smiled. “Now gather all of the clothes in the closet and dresser as well and toss them all into the hallway.”

“Yes sir.” Though he was docile in his obedience of the order, inwardly he raged against the man he had once loved. He didn't know how yet, but he would find a way out of this madhouse and back to his friends. Ezra smiled, in fact Doug had better hope he did find a way to escape, before Chris Larabee and team seven found him.

“Something amuses you Tempter?”

“Just considering your very painful demise when my friends find me.”

“Ah yes, your friends,” Doug smiled. “These would be the same friends who are currently ensconced at the quaint bar you all frequent?”

“Probably planning their strategy,” Ezra replied. He knew what Doug was doing, he hadn't become the best undercover agent in the country by being stupid.

“Perhaps,” Doug calmly agreed. “I have an agent watching them, would you like me to call him, find out what they're doing?”

“That's quite all right sir, not necessary at all,” Ezra demurred.

“Nonsense, it won't take long at all. You wait right here,” Doug smiled, chuckling softly at his small joke as he walked away. There was no agent of course, but Ezra didn't know that. He went to the kitchen, getting himself a drink and walking into the backyard. Looking around the lush lawn, the thick fragrance of flowers in the air, he could easily imagine bringing his lover out here; claiming him like an animal.

Ezra examined the door carefully while Doug was gone, looking for any type of sensor that would alert the man to it being closed. He could find nothing, leaving him to surmise that Doug had simply heard it closing. He would have to wait until Doug was gone before he tested his theory. Ezra's head came up at that thought, he would be leaving at some point, wouldn't he? Of course he will Ezra, he does have a job after all, he reminded himself. Deciding it would be best if he weren't seen at the door, he returned to the bed, pulling the cover over himself.

“Miss me Tempter?” Doug asked from the doorway. “Take the cover off, you will not cover yourself in my presence.”

Without a word, Ezra pulled the blanket away, revealing himself to the other man's lewd gaze. “No I didn't miss you sir.”

“No matter, you will grow to crave my presence in time,” Doug smiled. “I am afraid I have some upsetting news for you,” Doug continued, his expression turning sad. “My agent reports that the rest of your team are drinking, in fact he said it seemed they were celebrating something.”

“I'm sure they were sir,” Ezra calmly responded. He knew Doug wanted him to believe that his friends were glad to be rid of him. Perhaps, had this happened shortly after his arrival in Denver, he would have believed the lie he was being fed. Not now though, he had been with team seven long enough to know that they were true friends, family even, unlike the co-workers he'd left in Atlanta.

Doug smiled indulgently, “I can see you don't believe me. I wonder how long it will take you to realize they won't be coming for you. They are as glad to be rid of you as your mother was each time she left you with another so-called uncle,” he smirked.

Ezra winced, the reminder of the many times his mother had left him behind still hurt him as nothing else could. Damn Doug for knowing just where to hit him, how to do the most damage. Holding his head high, he stared the man in the eye. Hurt might be what he felt, but he would not give him the satisfaction of seeing the pain his words had brought.

“Sleep well Tempter, I will see you at breakfast.”

Ezra glared at the man's back as he walked away. The moment he was sure Doug wasn't returning, he jumped from the bed and hurried to the bathroom. The need for a shower was strong, the way he had behaved while under the influence of that drug had left him feeling soiled. Intellectually he knew he wasn't to blame, emotionally was another matter and he suspected the drug might be influencing him there as well.

The next morning began entirely too early as far as Ezra was concerned. His sleep the night before had been fitful at best, leaving him in no mood to deal with Doug Lawerence and his delusions. Looking to the door, he saw the other man standing there, the meal cart in front of him. Yet, it appeared he would have to tolerate his presence, in spite of his wishes to the contrary.

“Good morning,” Doug greeted him, smiling brightly. “It is customary to return a greeting,” he sternly admonished.

“Good morning sir,” Ezra quickly responded before the other man's finger could reach the button on the control.

“I brought us breakfast,” Doug happily informed him, as if the admonishment had never occurred.

“Thank you sir,” Ezra dutifully answered. As he sat up in the bed, he instinctively moved to cover himself.

“What did I tell you Tempter?”

“What? Oh,” Ezra sighed, moving his hand. “I'm not to cover myself in your presence sir.”

“Don't let it happen again.”

“Yes sir.”

“I brought you eggs benedict, I know how you like them,” Doug smiled. He saw the hesitance in the other man, “Don't worry Tempter, nothing has been added to them today. Unfortunately I must go to work, wouldn't want to raise suspicions, would we?”

“No sir,” Ezra replied. He had to admit the man was right, if he ceased coming into work right after his ex-lover disappeared, it would raise suspicions. He almost asked him to stay home, hoping that if he did somebody would notice, allowing Chris and the others to put it together as they investigated. However, he couldn't depend on suspicion being raised and if Doug were home he wouldn't be able to look for a means of escape.

“Eat up Ezra, eat up,” Doug encouraged.

Ezra nodded, following instructions even as he prayed there were no drugs hidden within the meal. He felt no different at the end of the meal than he had at the beginning, leading him to believe that Doug was telling the truth, this time.

“How was it?” Doug asked, an anxious look on his face, much like that of a child offering a special gift to his parent.

Ezra had the insane urge to respond in the same tone and wording his own mother would have used, had he ever attempted to serve her breakfast in bed. Fortunately he thought better of it, no point in antagonizing the man unnecessarily. “It was quite delicious, thank you sir.”

“You're welcome, and now I'm afraid I must leave you alone.” Leaning across the top of the cart, Doug grabbed the back of Ezra's neck, pulling him forward and ravishing his lips in a bruising kiss. “Don't forget the rules Tempter,” Doug quietly reminded. “I would hate to come home and find you lying on the floor, writhing in agony because you forgot.”

“Yes sir, I won't forget,” Ezra assured him. He sat on the bed, making no move, other than to wipe his lips, until he heard the front door slam a few minutes later. Jumping up, he hurried to the window and looked out. Thankfully, his window faced the drive, allowing him to see Doug leave, providing him with the assurance that he was alone. He nearly slid down the wall, so great was his relief at being left alone. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy the first real privacy he'd felt since waking up in this gilded cage. Gathering himself together, Ezra pushed away from the wall, “Now to test my theory.” Walking to the bedroom door, he cautiously pushed it shut. “Well Mr. Lawerence it would seem your word isn't to be trusted, how shocking,” he grinned when nothing happened. Having no idea when Doug would be home, he prudently reopened the door. He wasn't ready to allow the other man to know that he was aware of the lie he'd been given. Smiling grimly, he turned away, “Let's see if I can break out of this lovely cage you've provided me,” he mumbled as he began to search for anything in the two rooms that would be useful in his escape attempt.

TBC

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