Prologue: Weight In Bondage

Dark Basement, Unknown Location, Unknown State...

 Coldness filled the strangely darkened room as the sensation of thick iron fetter began to dig into the already tender ghostly pale flesh of a young man given a full head of messy, sweat-slick blond locks and terror-stricken blue eyes as he stood naked from head to toe with his chest facing the cold hard wall along with his pale ass and average sized pale cock remained exposed to not only the elements around him. His ankles had been shackled as well, heavy dark iron chains had bound him in place leaving him standing with his legs spread just enough to not squat as he remained bound due to the will of one of the most notorious and influential nutcases to ever be birthed into the already wide cruel world. 

Hot tears streamed down the pale cheeks of the terrified young man, who had been no older than sixteen as he stood held captive in this strange place, thin, cold, and dirty due to the efforts of the monster that had elected to keep him in this dark and dangerous place. The terror had been nothing compared to how he felt when he'd first awakened in this strange place, not a single living soul in sight and a needle being shoved into his veins as much as possible. 

He recalled always that there had been black shoes, heavy and poised with each slow and meticulous step adding to the madness of his fear while the sweeping chill that came with the movements of his captor, or at least he believed it had been his captor moving about the darkened basement behind him, a firm leather gloved hand moving all over his pale exposed form fingers always questing and palms squeezing the terrified blond's loose and tender flesh. 

He winced as more tears began to stream down his supple pale cheeks as the recollection of being touched by the smooth black leather gloved hands of the monster that held him in this place returned in full. He had been unable to break free, the iron fetters only escapable due to a key, a key that never seemed to be anywhere in sight as the hopeless lad found himself once more given to tears in the wake of a rather hopeless situation. 

The sound of a heavy wooden door opening had gotten the blond lad's attention as he attempted to wiggle and protest against what he had known to be his fate despite the many failed attempts to ensure it had been otherwise.

Slow and heavy footsteps echoed through what appeared to have been a darkened and largely forgotten basement as a lone figure visibly taller than the blond with a lean muscle build hidden only by the workings of a freshly tailored black suit moved through the darkness until he pulled on a hanging light bulb. 

It had only been the single bulb its bright light like the wick of a candle being lit to stave off the surrounding darkness, perfect for interrogations which this strange visitor had opted to make this trip into. Unkempt dark locks rose and fell at and past the broad shoulders of the black suit-clad figure with a slight tan and rather hauntingly wicked maroon-colored eyes. 

He had been shirtless, as he moved with his impressive well-toned six-pack abs showing in the wake of him wearing only his black suit jacket as he eyed his captive. His hands had already been covered with smooth black leather gloves, the throw-away kind as he moved toward the trembling pale lad who had appeared to be uncomfortable in his presence. 

A long slow finger began to move along the ghostly pale flesh of the trembling and desperate blond lad. Without a word the suit-clad stranger probed the lad's thighs, moving toward the lad's dangling testicles and then to his slightly aroused average-sized cock. An unwanted squeeze had made the lad moan against his will as the twisted suit-clad stranger continued to seemingly inspect him. If not for the creepy setting and the chains the blond lad could have seen this as being something of a doctor's examination as he stood feeling the probing gloved hand move along his body pinching and touching along his sensitive parts. 

He had attempted to make the best of his situation and even added a plea or two for the bastard to let him go. His efforts were met with a swift hand across his already sore pale ass which made him wince and whimper. Another swift hand struck him across the ass and he shifted amid the chains. Another series of strikes had made him squirm but the suit-clad stranger seemed intent on teaching him his place going so far as to take off the black thin leather belt that had lined his suit slacks as he aimed it at the exposed pale ass of the captive blond. 

The sound of thin black leather clashing against sweat-slick pale skin in a cold and dark basement had echoed for all to hear as the sensation of pain and the formation of whelps began to cover the whimpering blond's pale ass which had begun to turn red and sting with each passing hit from the leather belt. 

There had been nothing but hatred behind the tearful blue eyes of the captive as he struggled against the bindings and the beating with no reprieve as the stranger clad in a black suit had not let up hitting him over and over again until he couldn't take the pain and screamed for him to stop. 

The suit-clad stranger smirked as his unkempt black locks curtained around his face but the eerie maroon-colored eyes remained fixated and giddy as the redness of the captive pale lad's exposed ass had gotten his attention. The belt had been tossed aside, the clinking of the silver belt buckled hitting against what had been pure concrete beneath their feet. 

The cool air seemed to make the blond captive's pale ass sting all the more as the suit-clad stranger ventured closer rubbing the bruised and whelp-ridded pale flesh with smoothly gloved hands making the blond captive whimper at the sensation. He had supposed he could have had worse than the gloves, the leather belt still being used had been a possible outcome with a good deal more pain. 

The black suit-clad stranger stepped back from the blond captive and slowly walked toward the light pulling the string and turning it off before taking his leave of the terrified blond captive amid the darkness of the cold and drafty basement. 

Hopelessness filled the captive blond who had tried his best to remember who he had been before being brought to this strange place and bound in darkness. 

He had recalled fragments of his former self, fragments such as his name. 

He had been called Henley. 

Henley Fisher at one point and he'd been an only child from a poor family from Baltiney, New York.

 He also had a no-good father who was a drunk and who owed bad people a lot of money. 

Sometime Earlier.....