Captivated

By Keegan Kennedy

Based in Toronto, college student, Ian Proctor has been living with German billionaire, Braun Richter, since the death of his mother, who had been a Canadian pop singer, actress and socialite. Not only does Ian wait on him hand and foot, he is also head over heels in love with and fixated on pleasing the six foot, five inch blond giant.

Braun, who is strict, demanding and possessive, has forbidden young Ian to date...until someone worthy of the shy and intelligent teen comes along. Of course, as a condition, any acceptable suitor for Ian would have be handpicked by Braun.

Unbeknownst to Ian, his obsession for the handsome and brooding man is nothing compared to the obsession that Braun also has for him. On the day of his nineteenth birthday, Ian receives a surprise gift from Braun that will change their lives forever....

This erotically romantic work contains obsession, drama, fetishes, bondage, dominance, submission, raunch, kink, chastity, and hot bareback action. All characters in this novella are eighteen years of age or older.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Keegan Kennedy
• Release date: Oct 14, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301880386

Keegan Kennedy

Originally hailing from Mississippi, Keegan Kennedy is a writer based out of Memphis, TN. He's a self-described, ‘aging, former sex symbol’ with a kinky imagination. Keegan is fascinated with the natural power exchanges between dominant and submissive males, and his stories reflect that fascination. The fantasies that he shares are full of adventure, peril, bondage, and a dry wit. And he has a knack for uncovering love and romance in the darkest of places. With a tendency toward the melodramatic, he does more than arouse or excite the reader - he engages them.Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of Homecoming: International Number One in four countries: The United States, The United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. Author of eBook Number Ones: The Substitute Wife, Magnificent Pretense, Captivated, Ganymede 4, West Texas Rivalry, Taken, The Christmas Bottom, The Party Favor, Stupid Jocks Make the Best Submissives, College Endowment, Who Wears the Pants in the Family?, Saving Drake McKenzie, Heisting Hogan, Half Past Midnight, Crossroads, and Man of the House.

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Captivated

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright April 2014

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Edited by J. Sami Harvey

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This book is a work of fiction. Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

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Dedicated to, arguably, my biggest fan, Mr. W., from Western Ontario.

Table of Contents:

Chapter 1: When Worlds Collide

Chapter 2: Reflections on Yonge Street

Chapter 3: Dinner

Chapter 4: My Secret Masturbation Props

Chapter 5: An Impending Surprise

Chapter 6: The Gift

Chapter 7: Waking Up in a New Reality

Chapter 8: My First Spanking

Chapter 9: The Washroom

Chapter 10: The Shower

Chapter 11: Sparks from the Inside

Chapter 12: These Things That I Wanted

Chapter 13: Confusion

Chapter 14: Lydia

Chapter 15: Blitzkrieg

Chapter 16: No Turning Back

Chapter 17: Pillow Talk

Chapter 18: Nocturnal Emissions

Chapter 19: The Conference Call

Chapter 20: The Mad Scientist

Chapter 21: Public Appearance

Chapter 22: Love on the Expressway

Chapter 23: Tabloid Fodder

Chapter 24: Braun’s Saga

Chapter 25: Reality Bites

Chapter 26: Something Unexpected

Chapter 27: Contentment

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Chapter 1

When Worlds Collide

Are you certain that you can’t come down to the Eaton Centre, Ian? Natsue asked me in her high-pitched, baby doll voice.

Her long black hair was flowing in the cool, early October wind. The two of us were standing on the steps of Jorgenson Hall at Ryerson University in downtown Toronto close to Gerrard Street. We had just finished our Art Appreciation lecture, and, as usual, she was trying to talk me into hanging out after class.

"Padma, Aubert and Justin are already there. I’m supposed to meet them at the food court in half an hour, and I’m certain that Aubert would love it if you were to join us."

I blushed. My cheeks momentarily flashed redder than the strawberry blond hair atop my head. I can’t today, I replied regrettably. It’s too close to dinnertime, and my stepfather will be expecting me home.

Natsue rolled her brown eyes and frowned. It’s only 3:30! How old is your stepfather anyway…65? She shook her head. No one, anywhere eats dinner at 4:30 in the afternoon with the exception of my grandparents.

I chuckled. No, Braun is 37, I replied, blinking my emerald green eyes. But he’ll be expecting me, and I mustn’t keep him waiting.

There was so much more to the story than my stepfather simply requiring my presence at dinner, but she would not understand. In fact, no one would understand––I hardly did, myself.

Your stepfather is so strict, she remarked, zipping up her gray jacket. My parents were born in Japan, and they let me do anything I wish. She paused. Within reason, she qualified.

Natsue didn’t know the half of it...

I had been attending Ryerson University for the better part of a month, and, so far, I was loving the experience of my first semester at college. I met Natsue Kiko on the first day of classes, and we had this instant friendship chemistry. She was born and raised in Toronto, but her parents had emigrated from Japan.

Natsue was hilarious, vivacious and bubbly, and being around her was always fun. Often, we would get nasty glances or terse words of warnings from our professors for laughing or whispering in class.

With her porcelain beauty and delicate skin, she was nothing short of stunning.

I had never had a friend like her…well, ever.

Through her, I had gotten to know so many other incredible people including Padma, Justin and Aubert.

According to Natsue, my very handsome new acquaintance, Aubert, was interested in me. From Montreal, Aubert had dark hair with killer amber eyes. At 20, he already had a full beard. Thick and extremely soft-looking curly dark hair also covered his arms and legs and a little always peaked over the collar of his shirts. He was tall and lean with an angular face and wavy hair, and he always gave me goose bumps each time that his eyes scanned my slighter and shorter frame.

I was pretty certain that Natsue’s various accounts of Aubert’s romantic interest in me were accurate, and, to be honest, I also had a major crush on him.

Unfortunately, I was not allowed to date.

Although I was nearly nineteen, and my stepfather knew that I was gay, he had forbidden me to date anyone.

Six months ago, shortly after the accident that had changed everything, Braun, my stepfather, had straightforwardly asked me if I were gay, and I had confessed that I was. My mother, Elena, had never paid enough attention to me to ask or care if I was or weren’t.

After I told him, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but Braun had given me an incredibly warm smile and an affectionate clamp on the shoulder with his right hand.

I think it is extraordinary that you are a self-aware boy, Ian, he had stated benevolently with his eyes also smiling. "And you are very special to me." He had continued in his almost undetectable German accent. In fact, he spoke better English than most people I knew. He was so meticulous with his words that he almost never used contractions when speaking.

Then, the smile on his handsome, squared face suddenly disappeared, his eyes had narrowed, his brow had furrowed, and a stern expression had replaced the look of kindness.

Sit down beside me! He had ordered brusquely as he perched on the corner of my bed.

Trembling slightly, I had sat about a foot away from him on the bed.

Have you acted on these desires of yours? He had asked with his eyes locked on mine.

No, Dad, I had replied nervously.

Even though he was not my biological father, he had insisted on me calling him by Dad or Sir at all times. Not having a rebellious bone in my body and being almost painfully shy and passive, I complied with his demand without a second thought.

Have you been penetrated in your mouth or your anus? Braun had asked bluntly.

As usual, my cheeks had reddened with embarrassment, and I gaped at him. I could not believe Braun, who had hardly paid any attention to me during the years that he had been married to my mother, was asking me such direct and personal questions about myself. Needless to say, this line of interrogation from my stepfather confused the hell out of me.

Usually, with everyone, he was emotionally detached, stern, controlling, humorless, uptight and basically charm-free. Despite his stiff qualities, Braun was exceptionally handsome, highly intelligent and a billionaire.

Answer me! He had demanded gruffly.

No, Sir! I had sworn to him.

I never lied to my stepfather because I was far too intimidated by him to ever do so. Braun was all too aware of this fact, so he always took me at my word.

I believe you, he had replied with the faintest hint of a smile as he placed his hand back on my right shoulder. "Now, that I know you are still unspoiled, you will not be allowed to date, Ian, he had said through his teeth with his fingers squeezing my shoulder with extra pressure. This has nothing to do with you being gay. Even if you were to fancy the females, you would still not be allowed to date."

I don’t understand, Sir, I had replied cluelessly. Will I be allowed to date at a certain age?

I would not bother marking any dates on a calendar, he had returned with his beautiful eyes drilling their penetrating power into mine. You simply are not allowed to date or to be intimate with any persons. Do you understand me, Ian?

Yes, Dad, I replied uneasily.

I swore that he had the power of a vampire to glamour almost anyone.

You will not disobey me! Braun had returned in almost a growl.

The affectionate clamp of his long fingers swiftly changed into slightly painful scrunch, and I had almost winced.

I won’t break the rules in any way, I had promised.

Mein guter junge, he had replied with the smile returning to his lips as he stood up from my bed.

I had known enough German to recognize that Braun had just said my good boy. If he wasn’t calling me son or Ian, my stepfather often referred to me as mein junge, which translated into English was my boy.

He moved his left hand to my reddish-blond hair and brushed it off of my forehead. No matter how old you are, Ian, I will always know what is best for you.

Yes, Sir, I replied confoundedly as I looked up at his six-foot, five-inch frame.

Braun was a brooding and domineering man, whose mood could go from zero to a hundred in five seconds, so I knew better than to whine or complain. The power in those paramount blue eyes of his was not to be questioned––ever.

Still, I had no idea why I would not be allowed to date for the foreseeable future or why he would even care if I did.

Regardless of my confusion and bewilderment, I had a compulsion to do anything and everything that Braun ordered me to do.

There was no way in hell that I could ever make Natsue or anyone else understand the hypnotic dominion that my stepfather had constructed around me. So, I had no other way to explain my unusual predicament to people than to simply say that Braun was very strict.

Thus, it was not an easy thing for me to make friends.

His extraordinary hold over me was not the most inexplicable part of my situation, though. The reality was that I did not feel trapped by Braun Richter’s controlling nature. In fact, my feelings were quite the opposite.

I felt protected and loved.

Even though Braun had never told me that he loved me, he had often disclosed how special and important that I was to him. I could sense his true affection in his words, and I could feel how much he cared in his seldom touch.

I know that Aubert is wanting to spend time with you, Natsue continued, bringing me out of my momentarily flashback. He’s so tall, and I could spend all day running my fingers through his sexy beard. She paused, giving me an estimating look. You don’t find him attractive?

Of course, I did. Aubert was beautiful, but I did not want to add fuel to Natsue’s fire. And I dared not go against Braun’s wishes!

He is cute, I countered amiably.

Cute?! She proclaimed dramatically. Aubert is gorgeous, and he wants you, Ian!

You’re right. It’s just… I trailed off.

It’s just that your stepfather wants you home for dinner, she replied mockingly.

Yes, I sighed.

Don’t you ever feel like you’re missing out on life? You’re in college now, and tomorrow is your birthday! I know your stepfather is all paranoid because he is so wealthy, but not allowing you to have friends and having you escorted to and from school is a bit of overkill, don’t ya think?

It was overkill, and it was extreme, but it was just the way that things were.

He’s just very protective. That’s just his way.

My question to you is just how long you’re going to put up with it!

We were interrupted from our conversation by the sound of a familiar horn honking across Gerrard Street. I turned to see Helmut, my chauffeur, bodyguard, spy and babysitter, stepping out of the long, black luxury car and opening the rear door for me.

I need to go, I stated, picking up my backpack from the sidewalk and putting it over my right shoulder. Perhaps next time I’ll be able to come to the Eaton Centre with you guys.

Natsue shook her head and frowned. You should cut the leash he keeps you on before it chokes you, Ian.

I hear you, I replied dismissively.

No, you don’t, she said with a laugh. But you will...

What do you mean? I asked, walking backwards for a moment.

I gave Aubert your number, and I have a strong feeling that he’ll be calling you! She exclaimed with a mischievous smile.

Although I faked a smile in reply, I knew that this was going to be trouble.

Chapter 2

Reflections on Yonge Street

The red and orange leaves of autumn were falling from the trees above as I approached the opulent Jaguar S-Type limo, which was silver in color.

Herr Ian, Helmut greeted me in his deep voice, laced heavily with a German accent.

In his gray button-down chauffeur’s uniform and matching hat, Helmut was a fearsome sight to behold. The dark-haired, green-eyed man was a six-foot, two-inch wall of muscle with a massive chest and wide shoulders. Although my chauffeur appeared rather daunting, he was nothing compared to my very formidable stepfather, who was not only a few inches taller than Helmut, but he was also larger and stronger.

Although chauffeur was Helmut’s primary job, he was also my bodyguard and unofficial keeper. Despite the red scar running down his left cheek, he was not an unattractive guy.

I had asked him once how he had gotten his scar, and Helmut had offered me a reluctant smile. His only admissions had been that he had won the fight, and that the person who had given him the scar, was now dead. I didn’t doubt the validity of his story for even a second.

Good afternoon, Helmut, I replied cordially as I stepped into the back of the limo.

We are almost late, he added in a throaty tone. You know that Herr Richter does not like to be kept waiting.

Of that, I’m all too aware, I stated with certainty.

After he shut the door and I placed my backpack on the leather seat beside me, Helmut climbed back into the limo, cranked it up and pulled onto the street.

As we turned left onto Yonge Street, the limo jerked to an abrupt stop as some tourists jaywalked across the street. After a moment, the car began to slowly move down the busiest street in Toronto.

I adjusted the climate control and looked out the window as we passed Remington’s on the left and thought about Braun Richter.

My biological father had been a very talented hockey player for the Toronto Maple Leafs and a national celebrity in Canada. My mother had been an up-and-coming starlet in Toronto and had appeared in a few movies, soap operas and some TV commercials.

So, when, Ross, my father, and Elena, my mother, had begun dating, they quickly became a power couple and the talk of Canada––from St. Johns to Vancouver and all the places in between. During the media hoopla, the dynamic duo had been photographed, interviewed, shown up together at important galas and had become fashion icons. Ross and Elena also became fixtures on Page Eight of The Toronto Post, which was the most important gossip column in all of Canada. In a sense, they were Canadian versions of Brad and Angelina.

When they married, it had been a huge deal––from what I’ve been told, at least. And when I came along eleven months later, they sold our first family photo to Canadian People magazine for one million dollars.

I had no memories of Ross Proctor, my father. When I was around eighteen months old, he was killed during a team bus accident on a snowy highway in Saskatchewan. The hockey league’s insurance company paid my mother tens of millions of dollars after his death.

As the surviving wife of Ross Proctor, Elena Wentworth-Proctor, became a household name of epic proportions in Canada. Overnight, Elena had become an A-list celebrity, socialite and a very wealthy widow.

She continued to dabble in acting, and she had even designed a line of clothing. Then, at the encouragement of her social-climbing best friend, Lydia, Elena tried her hand at singing. About ten years ago, she released a dance album, which spawned five Canadian top forty singles; three of which peaked in the top ten on the Canadian Pop Chart. Out of those three top ten tracks, a single called: It Ain’t the Sweet Words You Say, It’s the Way You Thrust Those Hips went all the way to number one.

While my father––and especially my mother––had been glamorous over-the-top personalities, I had always been bookish, reflective and shy. Looking back, I assumed that I had not been a fabulous enough offspring for Elena Wentworth-Proctor, so the two of us had never been close.

Traveling the world constantly, Elena had usually dumped me off on nannies and caregivers. On the rare occasions that she had been in Toronto, she was always been too busy for me. If anything, I had seemed to be only an afterthought and an occasional burden.

My mother had been quite beautiful, but she had also been self-absorbed, superficial, vain and neglectful.

I did not hate her, though. In fact, during the few times that we had actually been around each other, she had been amusing, sassy and a bit crass. She also had an infectious laugh that could brighten the mood of an entire room.

I was been fifteen when I first met my stepfather...

Braun Richter and Elena had met at some chalet in the French Alps through mutual friends. After a brief, whirlwind romance with the billionaire German investor, Elena invited him back to Toronto, and that is when I had first laid eyes on the dynamic and brooding man, who would become my new father.

As a gay teen coming to terms with my sexuality, I remembered how taken I had been with him at first sight.

Standing at six-foot, five-inches, Braun Richter was a full foot taller than my five-foot, five-inches. With closely cropped curly blond hair and a trimmed blond beard, Braun had sharp but squared facial features with an incredible jaw line. To me, he appeared as if he were almost Nordic. His eyes were ice blue, cold and analytical. He had a large brow and a triangular, block nose. Most would describe Braun as a stunningly handsome man, and I counted myself in that grouping of people.

Hulking shoulders and a monstrously muscled chest complemented his tall frame. With a flat stomach and long legs, he was like a fabled Germanic deity walking the earth. His feet and hands were as epic as his height. Although I had never tried, I just knew that I would’ve been able to fit my entire head into his hand.

When Elena introduced the two of us, I was nearly been swept away by the undeniable power and supremacy exuding from him. He carried himself in a very proper and regal way, and his posture seemed painfully rigid. His eminence and magnetic influence presented itself in the way that he walked. The billionaire could stare through a person as if able to view the internal workings of that person’s mind.

Of course, he had quickly appraised me and appeared indifferent to my existence.

Braun and Elena had wed just weeks after they started dating. After their quickie wedding, he had purchased the top-floor penthouse of a downtown Toronto skyscraper as our new home, and we moved in with him.

I knew little of his life prior to his marrying my mother. I did know that he had been married once before and had no children, but that was about all.

From day one, Braun had informed me that I would refer to him exclusively as Dad or Sir, and, since I could not help but idolize such a dynamic man, I obediently complied. From the instant influence that he emanated over me, I have never been able to refuse or deny him anything that he has demanded, so Braun became my dad.

Although he was strict with me, my new father was not cruel or overbearing…at first. We transitioned easily into a formal, impersonal but not unpleasant, stepfather and stepson relationship.

The same could not be said for his relationship with Elena.

My mother’s marriage to my new father had been rocky from its origin. Elena had been unable to give up the socialite lifestyle that she had grown so accustomed to, while Braun, on the other hand, was used to a privately lavish life. Having survived several attempts on his life, Braun seemed to have no family or friends, and his only company was our chauffeur, Helmut, and a few assorted business associates. Elena continued to live a very public life in her considerable social circles and refused to abandon her celebrity. This difference in their lifestyles quickly became a point of great contention in their relationship.

A few times, I had witnessed Braun attempt to exude his power over my mother. He even tried to order her around as he did with me, but Elena was as feral as a cat. Clearly, she had been immune to his influence and control.

During those years, I attended an exclusive secondary school in the city. Although it was technically a co-ed boarding school, I continued to live with the two of them and attend classes during the day. For some reason, Braun insisted that I remain with them instead of living at the school like my mother had wanted. So, I witnessed or overhead almost all of their quarrels and arguments.

About eighteen months ago, Elena recorded her second dance album and endlessly promoted it around the country.

Unbeknownst to Braun and me, she had also taken advantage of being on the road to begin affairs with a string of lovers all over Canada. Although most of her partners had been male, Elena also had an occasional taste for women that she liked to savor.

Just six months ago, my mother and one of her male lovers had snuck off on the man’s yacht to have a dalliance in the middle of Lake Ontario. A sudden spring storm had taken them by surprise, and Elena and her lover were killed when the yacht sank.

I was saddened by my mother’s passing, but since we had never been particularly close, the entire experience had been more like losing an amusing acquaintance than a mother. Regarding the loss of his wife, Braun had been as stoic and brooding as usual. Instead of just being sad, Braun also had to nurse his wounded pride when every detail of Elena’s infidelity and death played out in the media.

At that time, I was eighteen and about to finish secondary school. At first, I had assumed that