Broadway glided with ease within the starlit Manhattan cityscape, the crisp, cooling air that brushed beneath his sturdy wings holding him airborne with practiced ease. It was with much thankfulness that he’d managed to slip by the other gargoyles in his clan, unnoticed this evening, though it was not without the fact each was already absorbed in something that stole their attention away from the gentle giant.

Much as he enjoyed his kinsman’s company when he felt in a welcoming mood for it, there were those occasions, such as now, he wanted some time to be by himself, to be alone with his thoughts, and the cloudless night sky. Scarcely it seemed he found himself able to spend any time basking in the glittering stars above, there being always some ruckus, some disturbance, even since the alliance with Xanatos. Even with the multi-millionaires friendship, there were several other unsavory creatures to have taken his place.

Broadway quickly shook such thoughts away, this wasn’t time for such things, this was an hour to reflect on happier days, and to simply relax. So, with a gentle smile to himself, he returned his focus on the stars, wondering just where they may have led, if was ever able to follow their lead.

He’d read various children’s books in secret about consolations (he’d actually managed a level of junior reader, to which he was quit proud of himself for), and he was always fascinated by them. Perhaps not every entry in the books was entirely enthralling, but captivating enough to keep his interest, and his head craned backwards up to the night sky every so often.

He had to be careful in flight to keep his attention to the buildings whooshing past him too, however, especially some of the taller buildings, that required flashing light poles to warn low flowing planes of their presence. Broadway had never once smashed into a building, least that he could recall, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Passing his third of fourth especially towering skyscraper, he spotted something out of sorts at what appeared to be an abandoned building. He could only assume that it was vacant, given there seemed to be not even a single light lit within, as even offices that had emptied for the night had at least one or two rooms still lit for the janitors benefit.

The fact that it was deserted and, on closer inspection, run-down and neglected, Broadway swore he saw someone, or something, standing in the midst of one of the shattered windows. It was a strange sight, an out of place shadow that was somehow darker than even the blackness around it, and as Broadway flew closer, he noticed something which stood out even more.

The silhouetted figure had wings!

There was any number of gargoyles it could’ve been, as well coming across new gargoyles had lost its novelty months ago, as he and the others had come across so many in that time, including clones of themselves, no less. He feared for a moment it might’ve been Demona, but no, it was far too wide of a shadow to have been that traitorous wench. He thought perhaps it could even have been his clone, Hollywood…but no, the blackened figure was far taller then he remembered the voiceless brute that he’d come across on only one or two occasions.

“Hullo?” Broadway called out, in his deep bass tone, uncertainty as to whether he should approach the figure etched in ever sharp line of his features.

The figure said nothing, instead, withdrawing deeper into the shadows of the deserted structure.

Broadway hesitated, not wanting to fly right into a trap, but he’d already begun to descend slightly, having not been as attentive to flying straight as he had before. It was too late to pull up, without risking colliding with the crumbling walls, so, whether wanting too or not, he was forced to land on the very spot the shadowy presence had been standing only seconds before.

Broadway gulped deeply, managing to land as gracefully as possible, uncertain as to whether the surface his feet were going to land upon would be level or not. Fortunately for him it was, only a few scattered debris hindering his footing, but not enough to trip him up too severely, and all the old glass fragments had long since been swept away by what he could only figure must have been a real strong gust of wind.

“Anyone there?” He called out again, squinting his eyes in the darkness beyond his range of vision, where he could just make out an imposing figure, and a scuttling sound of movement. “Do you need help? Who are you?”

Still the figure said nothing, and, despite the occasional scraping of his clawed feet hitting the uneven surface, he made no sound whatsoever.

Broadway felt every inch of his being warn him against proceeding any further, and, without any word of whether or not this unseen individual was good or bad, Broadway was inclined to listen.

“G-guess I’ll be goin’, then.” Broadway announced with a nervous smile, turning his back to the shadowy mass. For as wise as it may have been to have decided to depart, rather than remain where there was a possible threat, the burly gargoyle should’ve never turned his back on the thing.

‘WHAM!’

Broadway never saw it coming, the sudden strike of a massive piece of cement, long since fallen from its place somewhere within the building against the back of his neck.

“Augh!” Broadway grunted in surprise and pain, before he tumbled forward, right out of the gaping window he’d just flown within.

The creature that had snuck upon him was quick however, and dove right down after him, catching Broadway mid-fall before he struck the city sidewalk several feet below.

“W-wha…Ooowooo…” Broadway moaned in agony, the throbbing pain in his neck, as well the sudden sensation of falling, and then being caught, his body jerking as it came to a sudden halt, doing its part to further disorient the brute.

Though he hadn’t been knocked out, as the other creature most likely intended, he severely wished he had been, as his head continued to ache, and the winged shadow was none too gentle with him, whether he knew of Broadways woes or not.

Flying back into the building, the shadowed, and winged stranger heaved Broadway deeper into the innards of the building, before, reaching a certain point, and he stopped suddenly. Broadway was barely even given a chance to find his breath before he was tossed, unceremoniously, into a gaping hole in the floor.

The big gargoyle cried out in sudden alarm, his howling screams echoing in what must’ve been a metallic shaft, as every so often his winged back would bang against the cold smooth surface, sending still more tremors of pain screaming up his back.

Broadway fell for what seemed like forever, possibly breaking or straining one of his bony wings in the process, for much like his neck, the thin protrusions sprouting from his body were aching horribly. Eventually the big gargoyle struck the bottom floor, and it was then that he lost consciousness, lying in a tangled heap of his wings and limbs upon the stony surface.

Time was meaningless when the mind is unconscious, but when Broadway at last came awake, he imagined it must have still been night, only a few hours passing, for there were no shards of stony flesh at his feet to indicate day had come and gone.

Though he noticed no fragmented flesh littering the floor, the gargoyle did quickly realize that he was standing, and though his body still ached, it didn’t seem to pain him much as before he’d lost consciousness. A quick look at himself revealed that, not only was he standing, but his wrists were bound by a thick red cord. His loincloth too, was missing, the familiar sensation of the leather cloth brushing against his meaty legs absent, in its place, a black rubber brief with a blue stripe running horizontally down the middle.

“What…what’s going on!” He bellowed, grunting as he pulled at his restraints, sending a sharp pain running through his back, causing him to cry out yet again.

“I wouldn’t struggle, if I were you.” A cool voice slithered from somewhere beyond Broadways range of vision, eyes unable to penetrate the darkness far enough to where the being who’d done this too him stood.

“What’d you do to me! Let me go this instant!” Broadway growled, his deep, thundering bass resounding in the hallowed walls of what must have been the basement of the decrepit tower.

“Oh, yes…let you go, there’s a brilliant idea, given I went to such trouble to get you were you stand in the first place!” The thing laughed maliciously, taking a few scraping steps closer, but still not close enough to where Broadway could truly see him.

“Who are you? Why’re you doing this?” Broadway questioned, anger boiling in his veins, face flushed. He still attempted to pull himself loose from his binds, but, after several more surges of pain from his body, he relented, going somewhat slack.

“The who is not important, not right now, anyway.” The thing responded dryly, almost in a bored tone. “The why however…well, that’s easily answered, because I want too.”

“Stop playing games with me!” Broadway growled, glaring at the darkness where the creatures voice spoke. “Let me see you, do I know you? Thailog? Is it you?”

The silhouetted beast only laughed humorlessly “Oh but don’t you wish, I imagine you’ve had plenty a fantasy involving him, tying you up, haven’t you?”

Broadway roared in pure rage “Tell me who you are!” he demanded.

“I told you already, the answer to that lacks importance, so, why don’t you calm your beefy little self down, so I can at the very least explain my plans for you.” The shadow answered, unimpressed with Broadways show of anger.

Broadway, still scowling at the darkness complied, but not without the desire to continue screaming at his captor.

“That’s better, now…as for why you’re here, well, you’re to be my new pet, Broadway.” The voice stated matter of factly.

“I’m no ones pet!” Broadway Roared in defiance, eyes suddenly ignighting with feral, pulsing light.

“Oh, but this fancy collar I fashioned for you begs to differ.” The shadow snickered, before, at long last, the once obscured by darkness being stepped into the light, causing Broadway to gasp audibly.

The massive brute, a good two feet taller then Broadway himself, with a wingspan that easily doubled the other gargoyles as well, stepped forth. He was masked by a strip of leather worn over chiseled features, two eyes holes revealing two glowing red orbs. His skin color was dark, almost black, which accounted for why it’d been so hard fro Broadway to have made him out before.

His face was bearded, hair dyed red, in striking contrast to his heavily shadowed flesh. On further inspection, Broadway saw he wore a leather harness, the dark flesh beneath heavily scarred in patches. Broadway saw that he too, wore a rubber brief, much like the one he’d put on the other gargoyle, In two, massive talons he held a leather collar, a grin of triumph plastered upon his handsome features.

“Get back you…psycho, I’m no ones pet, somebody, anybody, HELP ME!” Once Broadway regained himself, he began calling out, crying out to anyone, any passerby that might be in earshot.

A snarl ripped itself from the other gargoyles lips, and no sooner then Broadway began screaming, then was he silenced, by a fierce strike by the other gargoyles backhand. Broadways head jerked painfully to the right upon impact, his lip tearing open, blood pouring forth. Instantly his voice left him, and he felt consciousness slipping away again too, his vision beginning to become somewhat fuzzy.

“Forgive me, my plump little morsel; I don’t take too well to rejection.” The bearded gargoyle cooed, reaching meaty fingers to cup broadways chin, and delicately bringing the gargoyles head back up.

“I’mmm…not… a peEeeet…” Broadway warbled through lips drenched with crimson, before consciousness again deserted him.

Despite the fact Broadway succumbed to oblivion, this didn’t halt the other gargoyle from attaching the collar to Broadways neck, before placing a soft, sultry kiss upon the back of his limp head.

“Don’t worry, when you come to terms with the fact you are no longer free, things will get better.” The dark skinned gargoyle slowly stroked Broadways bowed head, smiling vindictively. “It will be even easier for you to accept when I tell you all about how your clans men think you met with an untimely demise…”

Another kiss upon the gargoyles forehead, before the big figure laughed cruelly.

“Mystics bless Sevarius, and his unyielding supply of clones…”

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In the midst of working on several commissions and personal projects, I actually had a dream this past Friday about gargoyles. Can't remember how it went exactly, but I remember one gargoyle (possibly Broadway, as he inspired this) being in some need of help, or danger...and the fact I remember it kind of turned me on.

So, putting a screeching stop on everything, I doodled away an image of Broadway in bondage...and this is what came out of it! The story pieced itself together over the last few days, nothing special, YES I KNOW IT ENDS TOO QUICKLY!

But I love Broadway, and the idea of him being in this kinda situation...phew, someone get me a fan.