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Lieutenant Cristof Hoffmann came to with an aching head and a rope around his throat. He quickly took stock of his situation. He was lying uncomfortably on a set of steps, his hands tied behind his back. He was blindfolded and gagged with something sticky - he was guessing tape. The rope around his neck seemed to be tied to something. He got to his feet and tested his limits. He was tied to the bottom of the stairs and could move about four feet. The wall and floor seemed unfinished - a basement, maybe? But how did he get there? The last thing he remembered was patrolling the streets of Rotenburg...then a sharp pain in the back of his head and darkness.

As he explored his surroundings he realised he was not the only one there. He heard breathing, then approaching footsteps. There was a tug on the rope around his neck and he was led across the room. Someone grabbed his shoulder s and pushed him down into a chair. Someone tall, by the feel of it. His arms were pulled up over the back of the chair, his hands still tied together, pinning him more securely to the chair.

Lieutenant Hoffmann’s mind raced...who was doing this to him? He had never felt so out of control. As a police officer he stayed in fairly good physical condition and was accustomed to the respect his position received. It was a shock to realise he almost enjoyed the feeling of being controlled, rather than being in command of the situation. If only he knew whether or not his captor meant him harm!

He felt rope being tied around his ankles, then more rope encircling his torso and arms, binding him more tightly to the chair...making him even more helpless. He struggled, but his XXXX was too strong. Fear and excitement warred within him.

“Now, Cristof, let’s see what Lars left me for,” said his captor.

Sergei! His lover’s jealous ex boyfriend! Cristof remembered Lars telling him how Sergei had been convinced Lars was seeing another man, even before he and Cristof met, let alone started seeing each other. Now, it seemed, Sergei had decided to get a little revenge.

Sergei ripped the tape off Cristof’s eyes. Cristof winced, then blinked in the sudden brightness. Sergei was holding his hair, staring intently at his face.

“Yes, lovely blue eyes...Quite the handsome man, aren’t you?”

Cristof stared back at him, startled by the appearance of his captor. He recalled Lars’s description of Sergei but still hadn’t expected someone quite so strongly built or so attractive. Pity he was bad tempered. Was he planning on a beating? Cristof hoped nothing worse was in store for him.

Sergei pulled Cristof’s tie out from under the rope across his chest. He stepped back to admire the sight of the officer bound in his basement before undoing his tie. Cristof struggled a bit more, mumbling something through the tape.

Cristof was shocked when Sergei started to unbutton his jacket and shirt. Not a beating, then...something much more intimate. His outward struggles ceased. Now he fought with himself. Cristof was certain he shouldn’t be enjoying this. He had been XXXX by his lover’s ex boyfriend. But he couldn’t help being attracted to this powerful man. How far was Sergei planning on taking this? What would Cristof tell Lars if he ever got away? These questions and more raced through Cristof’s mind as he stared up at a man who had suddenly taken complete control of his life.

To be continued...

Lieutenant Cristof Hoffmann played by Mike

Photography by Caitiff