#goth.fics

He’s learning- sure it’s taking some time for him to get the message, but the longer David has Callum stuck inside his house, chained to the wall, the better he seems to get the hint that this is life now. David’s had his eye on the so-called prince for a while now, and with Will long gone it was easy to take the prince for himself. The first week or two were an absolute mess, but FInlay was aware that the hard work would eventually be worth it… and now? Now as he entered Callum’s room, with sealed, black-out windows and more soundproofing that Callum could ever scream through, the prince himself sat on his bed-mattress on the floor-and looked up at David’s frame in the doorway, heavy steel collar hanging over his collarbones. 

There’s silence between the two, as Callum waits for David to react, to say something, to let him know if today was going to be a good or a bad day. Callum wriggles in his spot, his white shirt and black shorts the same from his gym bag that David took- they’re all baggier already, Finlay’s giving him just enough to stay healthy, but without his near daily trips to the gym he’s lost muscle mass; not to mention the bad days when David gets so rough with his punishments that he throws up whatever's left in his stomach. The chain jingles slightly as he moves, and David leans forward, towering over his locked up prince. 

“You know… Perkins came by today in the gym, asked me of all people if I’d seen you… sounds like they’re getting desperate, trying to find their missing prince.” his voice sounded calm, but as Callum looked up at his captor, he saw the dark glint in David’s eyes.

“I- uh, I’m sorry? You- I sent that text that I went home for a bit, they- they weren’t meant to ask anything more…” Callum’s voice was weak, much weaker than it ever was when he had a mic, but he couldn’t help it as David towered over him. Finlay was already an intimidating man, and now with the comprehensive knowledge of how bad his anger could actually hurt… Callum wanted to do whatever it took to avoid his wrath when he could. 

David grabbed his jaw, forcing Callum to be quiet as he glared at the boy beneath him. “You’re just a young lion, why the hell do they care about you so much?” he growled, shoving his thumb into Callum’s mouth, pushing his teeth apart as the pad of his thumb pressed against Cal’s tongue. He can’t help the slight gag, pulling away without thinking- his eyes go wide as realisation hits, knowing how badly he just fucked up in Finlay’s eyes. David’s dark glint in his eyes quickly evolved into pure fury. Finlay’s hand is quick, harsh against Callum’s cheek before he goes straight for his leather belt and pulling his cock out. 

Finlay doesn’t hesitate, and Callum has to stop his own panic from making it worse, trying to breathe before David shoves himself into Callum’s mouth, pushing in and out as Callum does his best to stay calm and not gag around his cock, knowing it would be a hell of a lot worse if he made a scene right now. Grabbing a fist of hair, slowly growing longer the more Callum was locked up here, David picks up the pace and starts fucking Cal’s face, creating a messy and irregular pace that Callum can’t predict, just waiting for him to fuck up, to gag or try and pull away. While wrestling training give him a pretty strong sense of cardio, there’s nothing that can help him train for Finlay, everything he does is chaotic, there’s so many levels of intricacy that any of his plans just seem imperceptible to anyone else- and Callum’s trying his best to go with the flow, to follow the whims of the savage king. 

Suddenly there’s another thrust, deeper this time, and Callum can’t help as he gags, the spit drooling down his chin as he pulls back, tears filling his eyes as he looks up at David, Finlay’s dick dripping with saliva and pre-cum. 

“I’m- fuck,” he coughed, trying his best to keep his tears from falling, knowing that it would just be another thing to punish him over. “I didn’t mean to i just-”

David’s quiet, which might just be the most terrifying part for Callum, but as he finally moves, his hand simply wraps around his cock and jerks himself off, clearly close as he stares down at Callum. There’s barely a moment of silence, the only sounds are the wet slapping of David’s hand and the weak, sobs that Callum does his best to try and stifle. Finally, David cums across Callum’s face and he can’t help as the tears fall, closing his eyes and taking in the feeling, the silence between them. 

“Don’t wipe that off.” he growled, wiping himself clean before putting his cock away. “I’ll find something of yours to shut everyone up, send that out.. It’s not your fault, you’re just so beautiful that everyone wants you- but you’re all mine, aren’t you? My little prince…” he purred, fingers running through his hair one more time. 

the cold ice is a blessing against his skin, the weather is annoyingly hot in chicago and all he can think about is the ache in his bones. it tires him, the way that even overnight there's no real escape from the heat- you'd think that callum was used to it, living in england and japan, but there's no real getting used to sweating all the time.

as he got out of the locker room, freshened up after a first night win and his bag slung over his shoulder, a wave of tiredness washed over the prince. all callum wanted to do was get back to the hotel, grab a few beers, and pass out- despite getting his medical clearance, this tournament was going to be brutal on his whole body, but especially his shoulder. the amount of american guys backstage shouldn't have surprised him, they all had links back to the dojo, but it was pissing him off how much they all wanted to catch up instead of focusing on his match tonight.

slipping his headphones on, callum was picking an album to listen to, already mentally planning out the easiest way to avoid most of the all elite assholes, when a solid shoulder bumped into him.

"fuck is your damage, mate?" he growled out before looking up at whoever it was that knocked into him-

david finlay. who had no business being here, no friends to reminisce with backstage, no stablemates to support anymore. he was just here, not with anyone else, just smirking down at callum's confused face.

"my damage? you're the one that walked into me, mate." he was mocking callum, almost always did, but after his departure callum no longer had to put up with finlay's bullshit. callum sneers at the other, rolling his eyes as he hikes his bag up on his shoulder again.

"what the fuck ever, finlay. why don't you fuck off and rehash the same feud for the fifth time, and let me go on to break even more records that you couldn't even come close to." callum's voice was gruff, but clearly tired after a long day of press and wrestling.

"ooh, harsh... and to think i was coming to you with a peace offering." david is about as trustworthy as a scorpion on a frog's back, but there's something in the back of his mind that wanted to hear him out- the darker part of his mind that seemed to be driving his actions more and more lately.

"what, you wanna have a beer, bury the hatchet? as if nothing ever happened?" callum scoffed.

"no, nothing like that. we're both well aware of our mutual stubbornness... no, i want to give you something you clearly want- ospreay's head."

it felt like the air had left the corridor, callum glaring at the other, his mind going through every possible thought and emotion as he stared at david. it felt like it was too good to be true, and it probably was, but will's tweet was burning a hole in his brain and he couldn't help himself.

"aren't you working with those death rider dickheads?"

"the enemy of my enemy, you know... but with them looking forward, they won't see you- us behind them, taking his head off." david, paused, hands in his coat as he shrugged. "I've got no real ill will against jon, i already beat him for the title.. the rest of them are just mindless cultists- but will? you and i know putting him down is what's best for everyone." david looks nonchalant, before a small chuckle comes out.

"well.. anyways, think it over- i'm grabbing some drinks to celebrate with my boys," david looked over at callum with a smirk, "you're not the only one that grabbed two points tonight. if you're smart you'll give it a real consideration... you know my number, little prince."

before callum can say anything, david's walking off in search of the knock-out brothers, and the brit is just staring at his phone. he never had david's number, but his phone feels heavy in his hand- switching his apps, callum notices a number saved under 'enemy of my enemy.'

david had got into his locker room, his phone, his personal property. it was supposed to be more concerning to him, but the thought of revenge was clouding his mind, and maybe he was right... at least about this one thing, callum supposed.

finally flicking his music on, callum started towards the company cars, finally ready to be over with the whole exhausting day... but as the music came through his headphones, he couldn't help himself as his thumb hovered over the send message-

It starts, as it always does, as a quick way to earn some cash- show off his abs and soft skin, flash a smile at some old lonely guy, pretend to give a shit. The money wasn’t major, but Nick just wanted some extra spending money, maybe get a nice vape set up. It wasn’t supposed to be anything more, but then when “CageDaddy73” offered a few hundred dollars to play with himself, to play with his cock as the stranger gave him instructions. Nick said no at first, but after a few video calls, hearing the older man’s gruff voice as he told Nick what to do, he finally played with his hole- something that he never considered before. 

It didn’t seem right, putting his fingers into his ass, putting anything into his ass, but the other man's voice somehow managed to convince him, his words seeped into his mind until they slowly felt like his own ideas. At first even one felt weird, but as CageDaddy73 was so supportive, always telling him what a good boy he was for daddy, it started feeling better and his dick would always get hard at the praise.

The more they talked, the more money that Nick was given, he slowly gave into everything the older man wanted him to do. It started easily enough- getting a dildo, a vibrator, a butt plug that he even wore during the day a few times as his daddy told him to. His wardrobe changed, it was softer, pastels, and whenever his mother asked he just said he got a part time job and found a nice thrift shop. Nick didn’t really notice how much of his life was getting overtaken by CageDaddy73- god, he didn’t even know what his name was, he was always just Daddy to Nick. When they started texting, it quickly went from checking how his day was and what he was up to, to Nick checking if his outfit was alright, if it was okay to go out late, eventually even if he could touch himself. He needed his daddy’s praise more than he ever realised, and quickly checking with daddy became his first thought, even before his own choices and decisions.

Setting up his camera for the night, Nick had a package that Daddy sent to him, the weight of the unopened package burning a hole into his desk, sitting patiently, yet achingly hard as he waited for Daddy to join the call.

“Look at you, such a good boy for daddy.” his voice was gruff, heavy and the sound went straight to his cock, Nick looking up at the screen and seeing the heavily shadowed silhouette of his daddy. “Did you open that box? You have to tell me, you’ll ruin the night if you did.”

“No daddy, you said not to, so it’s been sitting at my desk.. Just looking at it is driving me crazy” he pouted, looking up at him with those big eyes his daddy always enjoyed.

There’s a laugh on the other side of the line, and after a moment the voice appears again. “Alright open it then. Good boys deserve presents.” 

HIs hands are on the box almost immediately, his excitement getting the most of him as he opens the box to find a small… cage? His lips press into a small frown, and his daddy pipes up again. 

“You don’t like it?”

“No no… I love your gifts, I just… I don't know what it is.” Nick pouts slightly, looking at the object as he picks it up and looks at the small metal contraption as if just staring at it will teach him what it does. There’s some sort of lock to the thing, and after a few moments of silence and tinkering, Daddy laughs. 

“You’re a little confused, huh?” Nick nods and the silhouette continues. “It’s for your cock- it’s called a chastity cage, and it’s for boys like you whose cocks are owned by someone else… you’re all mine, which means your cock is too.” His words are in such a confident tone, as if it was a fact, instead of something that would have sounded insane six months ago. “Now be good and put it on, you wouldn’t reject my gift would you?”

It should have been a more complicated question, it should have been horrifying that someone had claimed ownership over his own body- and yet the thought went straight to his cock, the pure desire and need grew in Nick’s stomach. He wanted to be wanted, to be owned and controlled- and Daddy gave him all of that. 

As he unlatched the cage, looking at the beautiful craftsmanship, his thumb ghosted over the engraving- “Christian’s Toy.”