Family Ties

Simon was sitting back on his bed, looking miserable, when his mother brought in tea and toast, along with some cream and a pill. He had covered himself with a towel draped over his groin. "How are you doing, love?"

He just looked at her with puppy dog eyes, his expression pathetic. She smiled, wondering how he would look with his head shaved and a big red ball gag in his mouth. The image of a roasted pig with an apple in its mouth flashed through her mind, and she bit her lip to suppress a smirk. She placed the tray on the bedside table and patted his thigh. Her gown was loose at the waist, and as she sat beside him, he could see the full curve of her breast and just the faint shading of the areola. His cock twitched in its cage, and he shifted uncomfortably.

She took hold of his cuffed hands and began massaging his sore wrists. "I've got a guy coming to look at these," she said. "He can't get here for a couple of days."

Simon sat there, resigned to his fate.

"In the meantime, I need you to stay in your room. We've got some builders coming."

"Builders? Why?"

"We discovered a leak in the basement, and it's caused a lot of damage. They said it would take three days to fix."

He stood, and the towel fell away. "What are you doing?" Miriam asked, her voice sharp.

"I'm going to take a look."

Miriam stood with him, her posture suddenly imposing. "Sit back down this minute, Simon. The last thing I need is for you to slip on the wet steps. I've got it all under control." He sat back down with a flump, defeated.

Miriam handed him his toast, which he ate unenthusiastically, his movements slow and defeated. When he had finished, she handed him a pill and his tea, watching him closely until he swallowed. Once he was done, she held out her hands. "Shower time," she announced, her voice leaving no room for argument.

She helped him stand and led him to the bathroom, her hand resting proprietarily on the small of his back. In the shower, she insisted on washing him herself. She soaped a sponge and started with his chest, her movements clinical but her touch lingering. As she washed his stomach, her hand brushed "accidentally" against the base of the cage, her knuckles grazing his trapped balls. He gasped, his cock swelling painfully against the metal bars. "Oh, sorry," she said, her voice feigning innocence, though a small, triumphant smile tugged at her lips.

She turned him around to wash his back, her hands gliding over the welts Chloe had inflicted. Then she made him face her again. She knelt, ostensibly to wash his legs, but as she worked her way up his thighs, she let the sponge trail to the edge of the cage, her fingers "slipping" to gently tug at his balls, testing their weight in her hand. He let out a choked sob, a sound of pure torment and unwanted arousal.

She helped him out and roughly dried him, then led him back to the bed. "Lie down," she commanded. He did, and the drowsiness from the pill he'd taken earlier began to intensify, the world blurring at the edges. She applied more cream to his back, her touch a distant sensation. His last conscious thought was the overwhelming, confusing mix of pain, shame, and the throbbing, desperate need in his cock as he finally fell into a deep, drugged sleep.

Simon woke six hours later, lying on his stomach with his legs stretched out and his cuffed hands dangling over the edge of the bed. This time, though, he could move freely. He sat up and moaned, his head aching and his throat dry, as if he had a massive hangover. He stood, feeling shaky, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His eyes were ringed with dark circles, a silver collar was padlocked around his neck, and his wrists were red and sore from the constant rubbing of the handcuffs. Then there was the cage, covering his cock but leaving his balls dangling and full.

He saw a bottle of water on the bedside table, unscrewed the cap, and drained it in one go. He made his way to the door, put both his cuffed hands on the handle, and turned. Nothing. It wouldn't budge. He tried again, putting his weight into it, but it was locked from the outside. He banged on the door, calling his mother's name, his voice hoarse. When he pressed his head to the door, he heard the distinct sound of construction below him. He banged again, this time harder, his panic growing.

Downstairs, Miriam heard the banging and smiled. She picked up her phone. On the screen, a tiny image from a hidden camera showed Simon, his face contorted with desperation, banging on the door. David's idea to put a camera in Simon's room had been a good one; she would reward him later for his ingenuity. She put her phone down. Simon would have to wait another hour. By then, the drug she had dissolved in the water he'd just drunk would leave him feeling very aroused and very uncomfortable.

While Simon was trying to leave his bedroom, Chloe was at her and her mother’s house, handling another client. She looked down at the solicitor, who was dressed only in the panties he had been ordered to wear at all times by Mistress Genevieve and her assistant."I don't think you understand, James," Chloe said, her voice deceptively sweet. "This isn't an option. Either you will do this one small favor for us, or we will post these movies all over social media. Your life will be ruined." She let that sink in for a moment. "And I'm sure your wife won't be too pleased either."

"But, miss, it's illegal," he pleaded, his voice trembling. "If I get caught, it could land me in prison."

"Well, I guess you're fucked both ways, aren't you, my little pussy?" she replied with a cruel smirk.

The solicitor hung his head in despair. He had to choose the lesser evil. At least if he did what Miss Geraldine wanted, he stood a chance of getting away with it, even if it was a slim one. "Okay, miss. Tell Miss Genevieve I will do as she wishes."

"Perfect, James," Chloe purred. "You will receive a text within the next week with your instructions." She dangled her foot in front of his face, the stiletto heel swinging gently back and forth. The solicitor leaned forward and pressed his lips obediently against the pointed end, kissing it in submission.

Meanwhile, Simon was lying on his bed, the subtle perfume Chloe had sprayed on his pillow wafting up his nose. He felt the first twitch of his cock as the scent brought forward memories of Chloe kissing him, holding his face, even the way she had tapped his nose. He groaned as his cock swelled, pressing painfully against the unyielding black metal. He groaned aloud, pulling at the cage with his cuffed hands. All he achieved was a sharp, aching pain in his balls as the ring around the base pulled on them.

Miriam watched him on her phone, smiling as he tossed and turned, a helpless victim of his own drugged arousal. A message from Chloe buzzed across the screen: "It's on." A broad smile came across Miriam's face. Soon it would all be theirs. She intended to take everything, sell off the businesses, and have the greatest pleasure of making her son's life as miserable as possible.

Simon was sitting on the bed when the door opened, and Miriam walked in carrying a tray. He stood, not caring that he was naked except for the cage. "Why the fuck was the door locked?" he almost shouted at her.

She calmly set the tray on the bedside table, stepped in front of him, and slapped him hard across the face. The slap was sharp and loud in the quiet room. "Don't you ever talk to me like that again," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Just because your father was an arsehole doesn't mean you have to be one."

He stepped back in shock, stumbling and nearly falling onto the bed. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, rubbing his stinging cheek. "It's just all getting a bit much, all this," he lifted his cuffed hands to emphasize his point, "and now the door is locked."

"First, the door wasn't locked. I walked straight in without a problem. Second, don't you forget whose fault this all is. It was the way your father lived his life that got you into all this. Chloe and I are just trying to help you out, and now we've got this damn leak and the damage it's caused to deal with." She took a breath, her eyes boring into his. "The last thing I need is for you to start acting like an entitled little prick. But you know what? If you don't want us here, just say the word, and we can leave you to it."

His face burned with shame from her verbal assault. Miriam didn't give him time to speak. "There's a snack there and a pill to prevent infection in your back. I suggest you take it." She turned and left, slamming the door behind her.

Simon stood in shock, then slowly sat on the bed and put his head in his cuffed hands. In the hallway, Miriam leaned against the wall and smiled. That had gone much better than she had hoped. She looked at her watch. Chloe should be on her way back by now.

Miriam was just saying goodbye to the builders as Chloe walked up the path. They hugged, and Chloe could tell her mother was in a very good mood. And she was. The basement was coming along nicely, she had Simon firmly on the back foot, and the solicitor was ready to do their bidding.

Miriam told Chloe all about the episode with Simon and instructed her to go up and make nice with him, making sure he took his pill. Chloe kissed her mum on the cheek, then checked her makeup in her phone's reflection. She spritzed a cloud of her perfume into the air and walked through it, then made sure her blouse was unbuttoned just enough to show a nice amount of cleavage before heading upstairs to play her part.