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At first it felt like floating. Later when the numbness started to pass he could hear some sort of electric buzz and feel a foreign pain that wrapped around him tightly. In the back of his mind his memories started to surface. He was driving home from work. Saw a man lying in the middle of the empty road so he got out of his car to check him out. When he wanted to examine him he felt a sting and everything went black.
He dared to open his eyes but only mildly just to see his surroundings. He shouldn’t have. It didn’t just feel like floating. Bobby was actually floating mid air hanging from the ceiling tangled into ropes.
And he was naked.
The ropes were tied in such a way that his legs were spread wide so everything could be seen.
The fuck?
This couldn't actually be happening.
It felt like a sick joke or a dream. He opened his eyes once again just to make sure what he saw was real and the same sight welcomed him.
His stomach dropped.
Bobby thought he was used to feeling exposed before. The very worst moments of his life had been examined closely by inspectors possibly wanting to end his entire career. If he thought that was unpleasant then this was downright horrifying. He felt like a prepared meal that was about to be served.
He tried to stay calm so that he could pretend to be asleep until figuring something out. The chances of which seemed pretty slim since his heart started to race and his breaths became shaky.
He should have felt surprised but for some reason did not. He's been feeling odd lately like somebody was watching him but did not mention it to anyone because he didn’t want to sound like a lunatic. He stayed silent even when seemingly unlucky things started to be a common daily occurrence in his life. A flat tire, some of his stuff missing, his phone doing funny things. At first he didn’t connect them and well now it was a bit late.
But confused he damn well was. Being stalked? The concept of that was so foreign he thought it belonged only to true crime shows on Netflix or at most just hearing about a case Athena worked on. How could it be happening to him of all people?
Even though Bobby tried to control it his breaths became more and more quivery by the minute. He needed to think and fast. The problem was that it proved to be a little harder to concentrate while feeling all the ropes scraping against his bare skin, around his neck and chest, tying his arms behind his back, along his hips all the way down to his legs. And they were so fucking thight at places. Bobby was sure that even if he tried to kick and tear, the ropes still wouldn’t let loose.
Then he heard some shuffling from up close and the sound of steps to his right. They stopped right about two feet from him.
”Slept well mate?”
Fucking shit. That can’t be.
Bobby pried his eyes open just a little to see if he wasn’t hallucinating. But no. It was Brad. Of course it was Brad.
He was wearing his firefighter costume from set and had this weird look in his eye while he stared his body up and down. Predatorial was the only word Bobby could think of and it made him shiver in all the worst ways possible.
”What the hell is this?” Bobby choked out trying to appear firm but given the situation his voice betrayed him and the words sounded more like a sob than anything demanding.
“Oh come on man you're smarter than this. Ain’t it obvious?” Brad said with a grin “I’ve missed you.”
”What do you think you’re doing?” Denial denial denial. Bobby wasn’t willing to just accept this. But at the same time now that his sleeping beauty cover was blown he could look around to see if anything helpful was at present.
They were in a dimly lit room with no windows at all. It wasn’t exactly the type of filthy one would expect a basement or something as such to be but it wasn’t clean either. The equipment of the place consisted of only a chair with a knife and a key resting on it. And of course the chain harness that he was hanging from which seemed to be well intact to the ceiling. Even the only door seemed massive enough to hold anything other than a car crashing into it and the vent looked so narrow Bobby doubted whether a child could crawl through it with ease.
So basically he was fucked. Quite literally.
”You know I’m not mad at you Bob.” Said Brad while moving closer. Bobby instinctively tried to get away from him but he just ended up wiggling himself and swinging back right into Brad's arms. The man smiled again and put one of his hands over Bobby’s waist to keep him in place. “Even though there obviously was some sparkle between us from the very start I don’t blame you for running back to your little firehouse.” He continued while rubbing circles on Bobby’s belly with the hand holding him. “But refusing to meet me at all? That shit hurt me mate.”
”Sparkle? Are you out of your mind, I’m married!” Bobby really didn’t mean to yell in this situation as he didn’t want to anger Brad but he could feel his nerves spiraling out of control. This was insanity. Unreal. Bobby felt filthy just by looking down on himself and seeing Brad’s hand so damn close to his exposed groin.
“It’s still rude to turn down a good friend who's inviting you out for a beer.”
”I said I didn’t have the time!”
”For weeks? But don’t worry, that's why we are here. A good friend helps you make time.” Brad licked his lips.
“We were colleagues man, not freaking best friends. This is insanity, what the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Bobby instantly regretted lashing out at Brad as the man clutched at him, sinking his nails into the skin of his side.
“Yell at me again and I will give you a reason to scream.”
He knew he's not going to get himself out of this nightmare if he pisses Brad off so he needed to change tactics.
”Please Brad, whatever you’re thinking of just don’t. Okay? You can still walk away from this and it would be like it never happened.” he said through gritted teeth. And he really meant it. He couldn’t bear the thought of anyone finding out about this.
”And ruin this special moment?” Said Brad scoldingly “I would be the biggest idiot not to fuck you when you’re all perfect and ready for me.” Cockiness and lust woven through his tone as he moved his hand to caress Bobby’s inner thigh. “I mean seriously. Since I already went so far as cleaning you out down there it would be a waste of time and effort not to. It’s not easy work especially when the person is unconscious.”
Bobby’s eyes widened. Cleaned him out? What is he talking about? Then it dawned on him. Because of all the stimuli caused by the tightly gripping ropes he didn’t even notice that strange feeling in- in his hole. He wanted to scream but tried to compose himself. He couldn’t give Brad the satisfaction of seeing him break so quickly.
Then again Bobby never felt so hopeless in his life. Well except for once.
“Brad, I am begging you.”
”Don’t you worry you’ll be doing plenty of begging later so I suggest you save it otherwise I won’t contain myself from hearing those words leave that pretty mouth in sync with my rhythm right away.” Said Brad with a near devilish expression, caressing the soft of Bobby’s skin dangerously close to his cock.
”How do you think this is gonna go down?” Bobby cried out cringing under Brads touch “Even if you get what you want you cannot keep me here forever. And believe me when I say they will hunt you down.”
”Who are they, Bobby?” Asked Brad while swiftly circling around Bobby so he was situated between his legs and leaned so close to his belly that Bobby could feel his breath on the tip of his cock.
”My family.” Bobby choked out. He never felt so small. Every inch of his body wanted to tear away, run and hide.
Brad hummed, clearly enjoying every bit of it. “The missus treat you right Bobby? Does she suck you off well?” Just as Brad finished the sentence he licked along the length of his shaft, never breaking eye contact. Bobby yelped out in surprise and jerked his body to break away but Brad was holding him steady with both hands now.
At this point Bobby was in total panic.
”No no no please don’t” he pleaded pathetically but with no use.
”Now now big boy” Brad shushed him as he straightened up “if you behave I’ll go easy on you and coax every bit of pleasure out of your beautiful body” he began stroking Bobby, first slowly feeling every inch of him.
Now Bobby would have kicked Brad’s head off already if it wasn’t for the ropes. Instead his body just wobbled helplessly yet again like a swing. He cursed in frustration. See this was the thing he hated just as much in this situation as feeling deprived of his dignity. He knew if all things were fair and square meaning he wasn’t tied down, he could have knocked Brad out in two seconds.
“Stop touching me you sick fuck!” he exclaimed.
”Shh it’s alright Bobby just relax and enjoy the ride” Brad was now stroking at a faster pace in an attempt to mast the man up, Bobby fighting his damndest against it.
Still he did not give up and continued with his protest in hopes of making Brad's job harder or by the grace of God making him lose interest. He felt more and more sick to his stomach at every stroke or when he looked at what was going on, jaws clenched, his muscles tense while he moved as he tried every way to kick Brad.
”Now you’re just being desperate.” That was true but not in a way the other man would’ve liked.
”Just stop it!”
”All right it seems like this actually does nothing for you so let me try something else that will-” Brad paused with anticipation in his eyes, his strokes stopping but his hand was still resting on Bobby “include more movement since you seem to be quite enthusiastic about that.”
To his horror Brad started tugging at his own pants revealing an already hardening cock while making sure the firefighter costume stayed on.
”Normally I would continue the foreplay with some throatfucking but since I suspect you might try to bite my dick off we’ll have to skip that” he said as he stroked himself a few times. “So let’s get you warmed up, love.” With one hand Brad held him and with the other he started to rub circles around the brink of his hole. Bobby hissed but before he could clench Brad stuck in his middle finger and then quickly pushed the entire thing into him.
”Don’t fight it baby it will just hurt more” Brad cooed while he fingered him.
Bobby felt he might actually throw up. The feeling inside of him was so foreign he couldn’t sense anything else. His chest heaved as he tried not to break down crying as another digit was added.
At that Brad stopped. He massaged Bobby’s torso for a while as an attempt to calm him down. Which, since the petting stopped, strangely seemed to have worked as he could breathe normally after a minute. His eyes flew up to meet Brad’s and he decided to try one more time.
”Please just let me go.”
Brad looked at him with some sort of disappointment appearing in his eyes for a second then said “Sorry mate. No can do.” He began trailing his fingers over Bobby’s figure making sure he touched every inch of his skin, paying special attention to his tits. He even bent down to lick a nipple and then started to suck and bite at it. Bobby gulped to keep down the grunts that wanted to surface. This was one of his weaknesses that Athena actually took advantage of quite frequently, to his delight.
No, now was not the time to think about what he and Athena did in the sheets.
But unfortunately it had the desired effect. Bobby could feel warmth rushing down and Brad must have felt it too as he continued with even more enthusiasm muttering “See? It ain’t that bad.” As much as Bobby tried to keep it down a few sighs inevitably escaped his mouth and however he wanted to ignore it his cock was starting to harden against Brad’s fully erected one.
Fuck.
“Now that's a sight” said Brad straightening up eyes raking over Bobby who was now practically panting, cheeks blushing.
He immediately turned his face away in shame and frustration as much as he could but Brad grabbed his chin and made him maintain eye contact while brushing over his lips with his thumb. Though Bobby was still flustered by what just happened he bit out aggressively and managed to sink his teeth into Brad's finger, making him yelp and snatch it away in return. He could taste something metallic in his mouth.
“Blimey!” Brad cursed examining the scar that was barely bleeding “Can’t accept anything nice can you?” Then from the pocket of his pants he pulled out a bottle which seemed to be lube. “Alright, since we’re both getting impatient” he started as he poured some on his fingers then massaged the walls of Bobby’s hole with them.
”Wait-“ was all Bobby could muster himself to say.
“I assume you’ve never taken it in the ass before.” teased Brad while putting some more on his cock. “Don’t worry love, I'll make it good.”
Brad lined himself up with the other man’s entrance slowly slipping in the tip. Bobby’s eyes widened, gasping at the stretch that was much worse than earlier. Yes he registered Brad’s size beforehand but did not prepare for just how big he felt. And just how unnatural it was.
“Deep breaths baby” Brad half moaned as he pushed more of his length inside Bobby’s warm hole.
He unintentionally clenched around it in discomfort. It was way too much for him and Brad wasn’t even fully in. Luckily Brad noticed this and pushing aside the hunger that could be seen so clearly in his eyes he waited so Bobby could adjust for a moment. How gracious. As soon as he relaxed his muscles a bit Brad pushed some more, his entire length now buried deep in the other's ass. Bobby cried out in pain, then tried to breathe evenly while enduring it.
But he couldn’t take his time with getting accustomed as Brad started to pump into him setting a slow rhythm.
Bobby decided that this was a good time to switch to autopilot mode and focus on his breathing, the grayish ceiling above and the electric buzz of the light rather than the sloppy sounds that came from down below or the continuous rubbing against his walls which felt like it aimed to reach his stomach from the inside.
Just as he managed to shut out everything Brad fastened his pace and began to thrust with more force, his third thrust hitting a nerve or something that just shouldn’t have been there. It sent such an intense jolt of pleasure down his spine he moaned involuntarily. Encouraged by this, Brad cupped Bobby’s chin in his right hand to make him look at them and kept hitting the same spot over and over.
How is this happening? was all Bobby could think about at first.
There was just no way he would enjoy this. Yes he knew the anatomy of how he was capable of getting pleasure from another man’s dick but couldn’t fathom how that was possible with all the disgust he felt towards said man.
But there he was panting, with his own dick coming alive, twitching at Brad’s every thrust.
This was not good. Not at all.
”Aghh fuck-“ Brad grunted “you feel so amazing baby, so fucking amazing.”
Bobby would never admit it but he felt amazing too. Filthy still, but the stimulation was just perfectly overwhelming. Nevertheless there was some will left in him to not give in entirely so he tried to keep quiet with all his might but after a little while it was impossible to cope. As much as he wanted to keep a straight face he kept finding himself with his head thrown back, eyes shut, and mouth forming a slight ‘O’.
Plus now that Brad found two sweet spots at once, he exploited both of them. He rubbed and squeezed Bobby’s hairy chest or played with his hard nipples. All the while he kept his pace and made sure to never once miss hitting the spot that started to make Bobby moans so deep, rumbling and heavenly that they all went straight into Brad’s cock.
“Y’know I’m pretty sure… that I could… get off just by listening to this.”
Well Bobby certainly didn’t want to actively do anything that pleased the other man so he gritted his teeth but couldn’t keep it up for long, whines kept escaping his mouth and he couldn’t even blame himself at this point.
Soon enough Brad noticed his attempts and rammed into him even harder making it impossible to keep even remotely composed and the intensity of it was enhanced by the ropes scraping painfully against his skin with each thrust. Bobby whimpered and groaned against Brad’s dick like he was an actor in a low budget gay porn video. Any shame that crept up on him became irrelevant. His thoughts turned into mush and evaporated, the only thing that existed was the cock going in and out of him filling him with quick shocks of pleasure.
“Look at you enjoying yourself. You just love being all mine don’t you.”
Hearing Brad’s a little breathless but still cocky voice made Bobby regain his focus a bit and he looked down in his direction. His firefighter shirt was gone revealing his own hairy upper body which looked as toned as one would expect from a movie star. His firefighter pants were still on though, those probably would’ve been too much trouble to get out of. Looking up to him their eyes locked and if penetrating looks would be taught Brad in that moment would’ve been the textbook example of them. It was all so sudden that Bobby instead looked back to the other penetration he was now deeply familiar with.
Brad just chuckled at that, though it rather sounded like another moan, and placing a hand on it started to palm Bobby’s neglected member which was leaking precum and demanded some attention.
“Fuck” Bobby helplessly moaned out at the sudden and new friction as he threw his head back again with eyes rolling back in his skull. Brad seemed to be fulfilling his promise of getting him over the edge. The flush of his cheeks extended to his ears now, and he felt the orgasm building up inside him. He needed the release like nothing else and just wanted to get all of it over with. It didn’t even matter that Brad intentionally stopped stroking him to prolong it a little more, after a few thrusts Bobby finally erupted onto his own belly shaking and whimpering, while Brad fucked him trough it. He felt he might cry from the overstimulation as pleasure tore into his body with an unprecedented fierceness and he was almost sure his brain stopped functioning.
It took some time to come down from the high, meanwhile he somewhere registered Brad’s half-sentenced praises to him about how he is so good for him.
He was still a little out of it when he felt Brad fill him up with his own load and Bobby’s heaving chest did not become calmer at the thought of having another man coming inside him. It seemed to snap him back into reality a bit and he did not like the feeling of that at all.
”Fuckin’ hell” Brad cursed out of breath while he grabbed onto Bobby under him to prop his body up as he collected himself “oh fuck that was hot.” Brad looked over Bobby then grinned as his gaze fixated on the other man's sticky cum covered belly. “I knew you’d like it.”
Bobby choked back a sob at that remark. He turned his head and shut his eyes in hopes that all of this would just go away one way or another.
But Brad wasn’t done with him just yet. A wet and hot tongue traced on his softening cock desperately, then moved downward to play with his balls before licking along his whole length and teasing the tip. Brad knew what he was doing, though at this point it wasn’t even a surprise. He licked and stroked and soon Bobby was fully mast again, cursing his body endlessly in his mind for betraying him repeatedly. Then the curses became audible noises that echoed like pleas through the room as Brad bobbed his head up and down taking more of his cock each time. The actor was even moaning on it, the vibrations driving Bobby crazy. A familiar warmth pooled in his lower abdomen and soon enough he came a second time, trembling, while Brad swallowed around him eagerly making sure not a single drop went into waste.
With his pants becoming lighter after a while, tiredness started to slowly wash over Bobby. He was aching everywhere from all of it but was certain if he kept his eyes shut for another minute he would pass out regardless of the fact that he still wasn’t used to the harsh fabric of the ropes knit around him.
Then he felt it. Something was off.
”See baby? Did I or did I not tell you I’m gonna make you come undone under me?”
Bobby looked at Brad, who with a little smuggish grin seemed rather satisfied and happy with himself while the burning lust did not disappear from his eyes for a second and prayed that his own facial expression did not give him away. For the millionth time Bobby wanted to cry but he just took a deep breath and tried not to start shaking even though he felt the adrenaline rush through him.
He couldn’t believe it but it seemed that the heated fucking caused some of the ropes to loosen up a bit. It wasn’t much but Bobby felt it just might be enough around his wrists so that he could free a hand. A small light of hope flashed before him. What he would do with only a hand was another issue but it was better than nothing. It could work. He just needs to be patient and wait for the right moment. Which was worrying. If he rushes it he blows his chance if he's afraid to act… well who knows how long before Brad gets bored with him.
“Boy am I gonna have fun with you” Brad said with an alarmingly teasing tone “but I probably shouldn’t overdo your first time. No, I certainly don’t aim to ruin your pretty hole just yet. So I guess we can call it a night, hmm?”
While he was mostly talking to himself Brad collected his clothes from the floor and got dressed. He went over to the chair in the corner and grabbed the key and knife lying on it and something else Bobby could not make out. Brad then walked back and stood over him soaking in the view. The pants of his pockets were on Bobby’s eye level and when he saw what was inside them he couldn’t help but make a little squeaky noise.
Thank God Brad was stupid.
”Everything alright love?”
Bobby just averted his gaze and looked everywhere else. But he needed to stall.
”You’re just gonna leave me here like this?” Bobby asked, staring up at him.
”Well I have to break you in somehow until you learn to give in to me. But don’t you worry” he cooed, coming closer and cupped Bobby’s chin in his hand “if you’ll be a good boy and behave yourself I’ll let you sleep in your own bed.”
Heart racing, Bobby carefully pulled his hand until it was free while Brad was speaking. Then very slowly he reached his shaky hand towards the pocket of the other man’s pants and pulled out the burner phone that was in it for some dumb ass reason. Not that he was complaining. Meanwhile he gave Brad the sluttiest look he could muster up and said “But I was a good boy.”
Brad laughed with his head thrown back at that seemingly amused by him. Thanks to this he didn’t notice Bobby slipping away the phone behind his back and quickly burying it in his fist as he put his hand back to where it was supposed to be.
”Bob you were kicking and screaming at me, and though I must admit it was kind of cute, next time maybe act cute like how you did just now and I’ll gladly fuck you into the bed.” He patted Bobby on the cheek and added “Try and get some rest, you will need it later.”
And with that he turned around and went to the massive door to open it. He jiggled with the keys for a while then when the door was ajar glanced back at Bobby and shut down the lights.
”Nighty night Bob.”