Blake’s heart beat faster in his chest as he slowly rolled over. His cock was already so hard and dripping that he didn’t think he could take much more of this sweet torture. As he leaned down to his elbows and pressed his forehead to the pillow beneath him he saw Tiny’s arm reach out to grab the lube and condoms. He tried not to clench when he heard the condom being ripped open and rolled down onto Tiny’s big dick, but just the thought of that huge thing going inside him was enough to make him tense up. He figured he’d feel Tiny’s finger with cold lube on it next but he was wrong….so fucking wrong.
The man’s thick, wet tongue slid into Blake’s crack and over his puckered hole.
“Oh fuck!” he said with a gasp.
If he thought the tongue sliding over the outside of his hole was torture, it was nothing compared to when it speared inside him.
“Holy fucking shit, Tiny!” he cried as a thick stream of pre-cum shot out of his dick.
“Ohgodohgodohgodohgod,” he moaned as that tongue slid in and out. Tiny moaned behind him as if eating Blake’s ass was what he’d been waiting for forever.
Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, a slick finger slipped inside with that tongue.
“Jesus, fuck, Maynard, I’m c-c-c-close,” Blake mumbled with a trembling voice.
Tiny removed his tongue but kept his finger inside as he reached down with his other hand to circle the base of Blake’s dick and squeeze it to stave off his orgasm. “No coming until I’m deep inside your ass, baby,” then he began to press kisses to Blake’s back, starting at his tailbone and moving up.
Blake’s entire body shivered.
“Maynard, please,” he groaned.
Tiny hummed against his back as he worked his, now, two fingers in and out of Blake’s tight channel. “I like the way my name sounds falling from your lips.”
“I need you,” Blake groaned as another shiver racked his body.
“And I need you, babe,” Tiny whispered against Blake’s skin as he slid a third finger inside. He curved them slightly and felt them brush against Blake’s prostate. The man below him would’ve jumped out of his own skin if Tiny’s big body wasn’t holding him down.
“Holy shit! D-d-d-d-do that again.”
“I will, over and over with my cock,” Tiny whispered as he pulled his fingers free, “Turn over babe.”
“You don’t want me like this?”
“Not this first time. I want to be staring into those beautiful eyes when I’m inside you.”
Blake shifted underneath Tiny, twisting his body until he was flat on his back.
Tiny slid two fingers back inside and spread them. Blake threw his head back against the pillow, exposing his neck as he groaned, “Maynard, please.”
Tiny pulled the fingers out and replaced them with the head of his cock before Blake’s stretched hole could close again and then he leaned forward and sucked the skin on the side of Blake’s neck into his mouth as he pressed forward.
“Oh fuck,” Blake groaned, “Oh shit, oh fuck, that’s, that’s, god, it’s big.”
His fingers dug into Tiny’s arms so he stilled and looked down at Blake. “You okay? You need me to stop?”
Blake pursed his lips but shook his head, “No, just go slow.”
Tiny did. Inch by agonizing inch he slowly made his way inside, pulling back occasionally so Blake would get that in and out feeling brushing over his nerves.
He could feel the man beneath him trembling and he was thinking they might need to stop and try again another time when he felt the head of his dick brush against that spongy flesh deep inside of Blake.
A deep moan burst free from Blake’s chest and Tiny lifted his body slightly to see that Blake’s dick was once again rock hard, after softening slightly when he had first started.
“Again,” Blake whispered.
Tiny pulled back a little and then pressed forward, his dick brushing over Blake’s prostate and then seating itself all the way inside.
“Yes,” Blake moaned.
Tiny paused for a moment to allow Blake to adjust to his size and then he whispered, “Are you ready to see stars baby?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Tiny pulled his knees farther underneath him, leaned up, gripped his fingers into Blake’s hips and then pulled almost all the way out and slammed his dick back inside.
He was rewarded with some barked curses and a stream of pre-cum shooting out of Blake’s dick.
He tightened his grip on Blake’s hips and began to really move, slamming his dick in and out like a piston in an engine.
Blake’s eyes snapped open and there was a touch of panic in them, “Oh god, too much, fuck,” he groaned as his fingers bunched in the sheets.
Tiny grinned down at him, “You need to come baby?”
Blake swallowed hard then nodded his head.
Tiny shifted just enough to be able to grip one of Blake’s thighs in one hand while his other reached up to stroke Blake’s dick. But he kept his dick moving, fuck yeah did he keep his dick moving.
Blake’s entire body was slick with sweat and trembling and his dick was harder than fucking steel in Tiny’s hand. “Show me, Blake. Show me what it feels like when you come.”
“I, fuck, big, Jesus, oh shit, fuck, shit, oh, oh, Maynard!” he cried as he threw his head back and not only did his white spunk paint his chest, abs, the pillow, the bed and the fucking wall but his ass, oh my god his ass straggled the fuck out of Tiny’s dick as it pulsed.
“God, baby, that’s it, milk my fucking cock, oh god, Blake!” Tiny groaned as he shoved his dick inside as far as he could get and unloaded into the condom. After every drop was out and Blake’s body finally relaxed enough to release him, he slid out and walked into his bathroom. He disposed of the condom and got a washcloth wet with warm water then walked back over to Blake and cleaned him off. He tossed the cloth into the hamper and then slid back into bed, pulling Blake into his chest. “You okay?” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the man’s head.
“I have never been more okay in my life. Thank you, Tiny. Thank you for being you and thank you for being my first.”
Tiny smiled and pressed another kiss to the man’s neck, “Trust me, Blake. The pleasure was all mine.”
Chapter Thirty-Nine
“Tell me what I want to know!” a man’s angry voice echoed through the halls followed by the distinct sound of something hard hitting flesh and bone.
“I’ll fucking kill you,” the same voice growled.
“Ha! Is that supposed to scare me, Yeller? You’re going to kill me anyways so fuck you!”
Caleb turned to Hawke, “Well, he’s still alive. Now we just have to figure out how to get into that room.”
“Guys, where are you?” Billy said.
“Inside a fucking boiler room. It’s hot as hades in here.”
“Hang on.”
“Yeah, sure, why not? Because sweating like crazy is so helpful on ops,” Hawke mumbled.
“Just a second, geez,” Billy mumbled. “Okay, you’re going up.”
“Up?” Caleb said.
“Yeah, into the crawlspace. There should be an access panel above you, near the corner by the door.”
They all glanced up, “Um, are you sure it can handle our weight?”
“Yeah, pretty sure.”
“Pretty sure? Dude, if we come crashing through the ceiling it kind of takes away from the element of surprise.”
“I’m sure, yeah, I’m sure.”
They found a nearby metal shelf that they carried over and put by the door to use as a ladder. As Caleb climbed up he mumbled, “Remind me never to accept these unplanned, half-assed ops again.”
“Isn’t that what you said after the last one?” Hawke said with a grin.
“Yeah, fuck you little brother.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that either. You putting on weight, bro? Your ass is looking a little big.”
Caleb disappeared into the square hole but then s
tuck his head back out along with his middle finger.
Hawke just grinned up at him as he started climb.
Despite the playful banter in the noisy boiler room, once they were inside the crawlspace they were all business – using hand gestures to communicate and moving as silently as they could.
They crawled in the direction of the room they knew Kelly was being held in and once they were over it, Caleb quietly pried one corner of a ceiling tile up enough to stick a small pin size camera through. The image it captured was sent both to Caleb’s phone and to Billy’s computer.
What they saw made them all itchy to move but they knew they had to hold back despite the atrocities they were witnessing.
Kelly was naked except for his pants – his shirt was gone as well as his shoes and socks. His wrists were strung above him using handcuffs and a chain that was hanging from a large hook in the ceiling. His body was glistening, possibly from sweat, possibly from water – maybe both. Bruises were already forming on his abdomen and ribcage area which meant he had been beaten, repeatedly. And there was a car battery with jumper cables on the floor near his feet. Anyone who’s been zapped with that kind of voltage, as most of the men looking down had, cringed when that image brought back painful memories.
There were two men standing guard near the door, both wearing shoulder holsters with what looked like Sig Sauers in them.
And Kelly looked like he was barely conscious. His head was down and drool was spilling down his chest and he was barely staying on his feet. If he passed out completely there was no telling what kind of damage those handcuffs would do to his wrists.
There was a beeping and then the door was flung open….and in walked the asshole Yeller, rubbing a towel over his face and head.
“Now that I’ve showered off your spit and blood, let’s get back to work, shall we?
He pulled something from his pants pocket and Caleb saw right away what it was and he nearly groaned.
Yeller pinched Kelly’s jaw between his bony fingers, lifted the man’s head and shoved the ball gag in his mouth. The second Kelly realized what was happening he started bucking his body and his eyes were filled with panic.
“That’s right, boy. Let’s see you try to spit on me with this.”
He pulled the straps tight and fastened them on the back of Kelly’s head.
And the look in Kelly’s eyes as Yeller stepped back went from complete panic to pure, unadulterated hatred.
Yeller sneered at him, “What’s the matter, Kelly? Is this bringing back too many memories? Nightmares of you being tied down? Your body forced to do things that you didn’t want to do? I still have those videos you know. I wonder what your sweet, geeky boyfriend would think of them?”
Kelly’s eyes turned murderous and he snapped his head back and brought it forward to collide with Yeller’s with a loud crack.
Yeller stumbled backwards, dazed as his fingers reached up to his hairline and came away with…..blood.
“You motherfucker!” he cried as he began beating on Kelly’s torso with his fists – hitting his ribs, his kidneys and his stomach with so much force the sounds echoed throughout the room.
Watching all of this, Caleb felt a hand press against his shoulder. He turned to see his brother staring at him with a ‘we need to help him’ look in his eyes.
Caleb shook his head at him. Not yet, they couldn’t help him quite yet. They needed just a little more so they could put this fucker away for good.
“Tell me where your intel is! Tell me what I want to know, you fucking prick!” Yeller shouted as he glared up at Kelly.
But when all he got back was a murderous glare and the man’s head shaking slowly back and forth – Yeller lost it.
“I’m going to fucking kill you. I’m going to cut your body into tiny pieces and mail them one at a time to your fucking boyfriend!” he shouted.
Caleb switched from the app on his phone that was recording everything – leaving it still recording – and pulled up a message to Morgan:
Is that enough?
Morgan: Yes. Get him.
Caleb didn’t need another invitation. He quickly pulled the camera back, shoved it and the phone in a pants pocket and motioned to his brother that he was going in. Using his hands, he signaled that he was going to drop down facing the two at the door so Hawke should come down facing the other way.
Hawke nodded and pulled his gun into his hand to have it ready.
Caleb did the same and then got his fingers under the corner of the ceiling square.
He mouthed, one, two, three and then yanked it away and dropped down in one swift movement.
He took a step forward, gun pointed and felt his brother drop behind him.
“Don’t,” he said to one of the guards at the door who tried to reach for his gun.
“What the fuck?” Yeller shouted as he turned then his eyes went wide and he ducked around behind Kelly, pulling a knife from his belt and pressing it up against Kelly’s carotid artery.
“I’ll kill him, I swear I will!”
Caleb felt the rest of the team drop into the room.
“Secure them!” he barked out. Cooper stepped forward, pulled handcuffs from his pocket and handcuffed the two men together then he used the other pair to cuff them to a steel pipe running down the wall.
“Stay,” he said to them with a grin and a wink.
Now that the two guards were secure, Caleb turned his back on them to assess the situation with Yeller and Kelly. A thin trickle of blood was flowing from Kelly’s neck where the tip of the knife was digging into his skin.
Yeller’s wild eyes moved around the room, “He’s coming with me.”
“Yeah, that’s not happening,” Caleb said as he took a step forward.
The tip of the knife pressed harder into Kelly’s neck, “Get the fuck back or I’ll slit his throat!”
“And then what? You’ll carry a dead body as your shield? Think about it, Yeller. Whatever you do, you’re not getting out of this room. Do you want to be removed in handcuffs? Or a body bag?”
“Fuck!” Yeller said with a growl as he dropped the knife to the floor with a loud clatter.
Caleb moved behind the man, yanking his arm behind his back hard.
“Ow! Be careful. Do you know who I am? I will have your job for this, all of your jobs!”
Caleb snapped the cuffs on, “Yeah, I don’t think so, dickhead. You threatened this man’s life.”
“I was debriefing him. Sometimes debriefs can get a little….rough.”
“Rough? You call drugging a man and beating the shit out of him rough? Fuck you. You’re going down for attempted murder.”
“You have no proof that I threatened him. It’s your word against mine. Who do you think they’ll believe?”
“If that were the case they’d probably believe you over me but you’ve missed out on one small detail.”
“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”
“I got you on tape when you said you were going to kill him and cut up his body into little tiny pieces. You, sir, are fucking done.”
Yeller stared at him for a moment then leaned forward at the waist and vomited all over the floor.
Caleb jumped back just in time for it to not splash all over his boots.
“Easy there, buddy,” Hawke said from behind Caleb, drawing his attention – and anger – away from the man in his custody. “We’ll get you down soon.”
Caleb turned back to Yeller, “Where are the fucking keys?”
One of the guards spoke up, “They’re in his left breast pocket.”
Caleb pulled them out, nodded to the man who had told him where they were and then handed them to Hawke.
“Sh-sh-sh-shoulder. It’s out,” Kelly mumbled once Hawke had removed the ball gag.
“Yeah, I see that. You got a lot more going on than that. Let’s get you to the hospital.”
Three hours later, with the early morning sun creeping in through the windows, Morgan pulled the curtai
n aside and stepped up next to the temporary bed that Kelly was silently laying on.
A nurse was currently checking his vitals and she looked at Morgan, “Are you a friend of his?”
Morgan nodded, “I am.”
“Good. Maybe you can talk some sense into him. The doctor wants to admit him for observation but he’s being stubborn and refusing.”
Kelly’s devastated gaze turned to Morgan, “Let me go, Morgan, please. I know he’s gone. I felt it the moment the op went south. Please don’t make me sit in this place and hope that every time the door opens it’s him only to have those hopes crushed every time it’s not.”
“Where are you going to go?”
“I just need to go somewhere to clear my head. I need to try to remember how to live without him. I know I did it for a long time and I’ve only had him for mere minutes but I don’t remember what it’s like to not hold him, to not kiss him, to not fucking love him. I need to try to figure that out or I’ll be lost….forever.”
Morgan placed a hand on Kelly’s arm, “Kelly, I really wish you’d consider staying. Things might not be as bad as they seem.”
“Really? Because I’ve been sitting here for hours and I haven’t heard one word from him, not one. So, you tell me how things are not that bad?”
Morgan glanced away, “I….”
“No, Morgan. Just save it,” Kelly snapped.
Morgan looked back at him, “Where are you going to go?”
“I, I don’t know. Someplace remote where nobody will bother me.”
An idea popped into Morgan’s head, “I, I have a job for you.”
“I don’t want another fucking job.”
“No, hear me out, okay? This job is protecting somebody, two guys actually, from the man who abused them both. They’re on their way to my cabin, my remote off the grid cabin. I need somebody there to help watch their backs.”
“Where is it?”
“In the mountains above Jefferson, Colorado, a little over three hours from here.”
“And it’s off-grid?”
Morgan nodded, “Completely. Solar panels, wind generator, wood stove, the whole nine yards.”
“Fine, I’ll do it. But I reserve the right to call you for a replacement if I feel the need to bail, okay?”
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