“No one can see you, there’s no cameras here,” he whispers against my ear, nipping the sensitive spot just below it as his hand runs down the center of my ass, fingers digging in as he squeezes one cheek in a hard grip. “Now, I’m going to put you in the trunk.”
My dick shouldn’t get rock hard at that statement. I should be panicked, I should be afraid, but when I hear the trunk pop with a loud clunk all I feel is excitement. He helps me get in, laying me on my stomach, and I feel the gentle stroke of his hand on my arm a second before I feel rope around my wrist. It’s sleek, smooth, and we’ve played with rope before — just never in his trunk behind a romantic restaurant.
I trust him, I trust him, I trust him.
Two years.
Those are the words that spin through my head as he ties my hands together and then links the rope to my ankles. I’m hogtied, face down, when I hear him say, “Be a good boy and enjoy your presents.”
Then the trunk slams shut.
Fear isn’t rational, and I feel it as I hear him get in the car and start it. The music comes on, and I can hear it through the muffling effect of the seats, but it doesn’t help the fear fade. As we pull out of the parking lot, I shift onto my side to get more comfortable and try to talk myself down from the impending panic.
It’s not like we haven’t talked about fantasies, and he knows this is one of mine. Tied up and shoved in the trunk by a man that wants to do terrible things to me — and Levi can do terrible things in all the best ways. Still, as the minutes tick by, my heart keeps racing. The drool is pooling behind the gag, and I can feel it smearing on my cheek where I haven’t been able to keep it in.
He promised presents.
That thought lets me calm down a little in the empty black behind the blindfold — not like there would be much to see in the trunk. I’ve never been claustrophobic, but I think I might be developing it as tight as my chest feels. At least he has the radio on, a mix of Top 40 songs that I let distract me as the road noise hums underneath us.
Presents mean he still wants me. Still loves me.
And that look on his face when he asked me if I trusted him was real. For a moment I’m pretty sure he was afraid I’d say no — at least it would have been fear if Levi felt emotions like that. I’m not sure he does, not like this anyway.
At least my hard-on has gone down.
I’ve been back here for a while, at least thirty minutes or more, because I’ve heard a lot of songs and the average song is about three minutes, but I haven’t counted them.
Fuck me. I’d never survive a real abduction. I wasn’t even paying attention.
Just as I’m criticizing myself, the sound of the road changes. It’s rougher, gravel of some kind, and we’re moving a lot slower. I hear someone cheer as the car stops and then the engine turns off.
“In the trunk?” someone asks from nearby the car, and then there’s laughter.
When the trunk pops open, I turn my head towards the fresh air, but I can’t see anything. I only feel hands, a lot of hands, as they pull me to the edge of the trunk and then lift me out. There are at least four people carrying me. One at each bicep, the other two at each leg, and the scuffling of their shoes over the rocks is a cacophony in my ears.
“You pick this place?” a voice asks, huffing, and I know he’s one of the ones carrying me. No one answers him though as I suddenly feel like I’m angled downward. The skittering of rocks echoes wherever we are, and the air is still. I’m outside, bound and gagged, surrounded by men I don’t know and can’t see, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t afraid. Vulnerability brings on fight or flight automatically, and the blur of adrenaline leaking into my bloodstream has me whining softly as I try to find light around the edges of the blindfold.
“Careful here,” a different voice says, but I swear I know that one. It’s not Levi, I haven’t heard Levi at all, but that voice sounds familiar. If I could just place it…
“Let’s put him here,” someone suggests, and after a bit of shuffling I’m laid down on the cool ground. There’s a few rocks underneath me, one poking into my ribs, but I can’t do anything except gargle a noise as I try to shift off of it.
“Be still.” The harsh command is accompanied by a heavy palm in the center of my back, forcing me down to the ground, and I know I whimper.
Please be here, Levi.
“Yeah, be a good boy,” another voice says, but they sound like they’re mocking me. Younger in tone than me or Levi. I’m trying to differentiate the voices as they start talking, but I’m distracted by the rope loosening around my ankles. It feels incredible to stretch out my legs, and I groan as the stiffness eases — but my comfort is short-lived.
“Good boy, be still. Don’t want to cut you.” The sounds of scissors cutting fabric makes me freeze, and I can feel the cool metal brushing the back of my calf and then my thigh as my pants are cut away.
Holy shit.
Panic is instinctive as they start on the other leg. I squirm, pulling at the rope on my wrists, and almost instantly several hands start stroking me. “You’re such a good boy.”
“Keep behaving.”
“Stay still. Be good.”
“Look at that sweet ass,” someone says as soon as they finish cutting my pants away, and I can feel the burn in my face as I press my forehead to the dirt. One of them grabs a palmful and squeezes, but they let go almost immediately to land a firm spank that leaves a sting behind.
That wasn’t Levi.
I know Levi’s touch as well as I do my own, and I know what it feels like when he spanks me, and that was not Levi.
I try to call out for him, but what comes out is a garbled mess of vowel sounds, and all I get in return is more stroking as the pressure on my back eases and they start to cut away my button-down and undershirt. Sleeves first, then the back of them until they simply pull the shredded pieces off.
“That’s a hot little harness,” a man says with a laugh before he pulls on it at my back. Someone else takes my shoes, and then I’m hauled to my feet by a strong grip.
“That’s it, good boy. You’re behaving so well.” The voice against my ear is so familiar, but I still can’t place it.
Useless, fucking useless.
When the man holding onto my bicep pulls me forward, I stumble, and someone else grabs the other side, stabilizing me as they force me to walk. A few steps later, a rock punches into the arch of one foot and I groan, but they don’t seem to care.
This is where I should fight. This is the moment I should balk… but I don’t. I’ve never been good at avoiding dangerous situations, and even through the thin veil of panic I’m still intrigued. Drawn in. Imagining what they’re going to do with me, because I’m standing in socks, a jockstrap, and a leather harness, with my hands tied behind my back. Vulnerable. I should be more afraid than I am right now. Yet, what choice do I have? All I can do is obey because it’s what Levi asked me to do.
Be a good boy, exactly like they keep telling me.
My brain and my body are out of sync, and before I even realize what’s happening, I’m lifted into the air and laid stomach down on a cold, smooth rock. They adjust me, my skin scratching on the stone, and I whimper a bit louder, trying to call for Levi again. I just want to know where he is in this chaos as someone cinches up the rope around my wrists and I feel it looped through the metal ring on the back of my harness.
No answer.
Tied up, bent over, and I don’t know where my boyfriend is. Panic becomes an electric current in my veins, making my muscles tremble as I shift on the rock to find the most comfortable position, but it’s too short to lay my head down. Barely wide enough to support my torso. My toes can reach the ground though, and I know my socks are getting ruined — but what the fuck does that matter?
I’m pulling in rapid breaths around the gag, spilling more drool as I test the rope on my wrists. Not that it would matter much, there’s too many guys here. No one’s hurt me though, at least not yet, but I�
��m still tempted to use my slow down safe word — the nonverbal one we’ve agreed on — just so I can know for sure he’s still here. Three short shouts through the gag and this should stop for a minute, he should check in… but I don’t want to disappoint him.
I never want to disappoint him.
Disappointing him could ruin everything, could end it. End us.
Where are you, Levi?
3
I can hear them talking, a hushed mumble of male voices a few feet away, and then I hear steps come closer. They fumble at the strap holding the gag, and I sigh in relief as they take it out of my mouth.
Working my jaw for a moment, I swallow the pool of saliva and lick my lips before I manage a hoarse, “Thank you.”
“Good boy,” the man beside me replies, unfamiliar but kind. I want him to stay close, but before I can even think to ask what’s going on, to call out for Levi, I hear more footsteps scraping over the dirt, crowding around me.
Something warm brushes my cheek and I jerk my head away, blinking behind the blindfold, trying to find a hint of light, and then there’s another stroke of warm skin and I know it’s someone’s cock. I’m waiting for Levi to tell me what to do, to give me some direction, but all I get is a harsh grip on my face, fingers digging into my jaw to pry it open.
“Fucking pay attention!” someone growls beside my ear, the grip on my face turning painful.
I barely get my mouth open before he pushes in, and as the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat I’m just grateful that he tastes clean and he isn’t any bigger than he is. The first few thrusts are measured, punctuated with groans, but his speed picks up almost immediately. His fingers find my hair, weaving in to get a grip, and it turns rough as pain ricochets down my neck from the angle and the force of it. I choke, spilling drool as he fucks my face without mercy — and then I feel it. A soft, slow stroking along the small of my back.
Levi.
With just a touch, everything becomes more bearable, my heart rate slows, and though I’m still barely getting a breath around the cock in my mouth, I know he is here. He’s with me, he didn’t leave me, and he’s using the same signal he’s always used to let me know when things are about to hurt and I need to get ready for it.
‘Be a good boy and enjoy your presents.’
That’s what he’d told me just before he fulfilled one of my fantasies of being tied up in a trunk… and now this. A gang bang, because I have no doubt that’s what this is about to be. But when I’d first told him about it, lying next to him in bed, in the dark, he’d said that he didn’t like to share, that he had a possessive streak… which means he’s doing this for me. Just me.
And I know he’ll keep me safe.
It’s the freedom of that thought that lets me relax, letting the man in front of me use my mouth with every hard thrust.
“That’s it, take it,” he says, and then the blindfold is ripped off. Pale skin and ginger pubic hair are all I can see as he continues to fuck my face, occasionally shoving in deep, my nose pressed to his stomach where I can’t breathe at all — but I can handle this. Hell, I like being used like a fucktoy, and now that I know Levi is here I’m okay.
I’m okay. I’m safe.
“Spread him wide,” the familiar voice says, and I wish I could turn and look. I’m sure I know him, but my stupid brain won’t place him in my memory. Rope wraps around my ankles again as my legs are pulled outward, and I slurp in a breath, trying to focus on the dick I’m supposed to be sucking, but the sounds of a hammer striking metal are loud. They ring out with sharp pings, the sound bouncing around wherever the fuck we are, and one tug on my ankle confirms they’re staking the rope to the ground.
Levi doesn’t do things by halves.
The ginger slows down for a minute, and I gulp in air as I work him with my tongue, hoping to give my throat a break. Another round of hammer on metal secures my other ankle wide and I feel my dick getting hard just from the visual in my head. Tied-up over a rock, legs spread wide, ass in the air just waiting to be fucked by some stranger — and then Levi’s hand slides down to take advantage.
Running his fingers between my ass cheeks, I hear him groan over the wet sounds of the dick in my mouth. “Good boy, you didn’t shower. I think that deserves a reward.”
Levi’s hand disappears and a second later a paddle strike lands hard on my ass. The sting jolts me forward onto the ginger’s cock, and I clench my eyes tight against the ache just before another lands. It’s coming from the opposite side of Levi’s voice and I wonder who’s wielding it. They know what they’re doing, forceful enough to rock my body on the stone, make my skin feel blistered, but the full width of the paddle is landing right on my ass.
Each sharp slap makes me groan, the ache building, but every few strikes there’s a pause and I feel Levi’s hand move over my skin, soothing the burn where I know my ass is already bright red. This is a reward, not a punishment. He’s not upset with me, and so I try to sink into the pain. If I can just accept it, it’ll start to blur, to turn into a hum in my veins that makes everything more bearable. After a particularly vicious swat, the ginger makes a choked sound and pulls himself out of my mouth.
He didn’t come?
“Sir,” I manage to choke out, calling for Levi as another swat lands, this time from the side I think he’s on.
“Shh,” the guy above me says as he takes position. I try to tilt my head back to look at him, but all I can see are abs. Deep cut, he’s definitely a gym rat, and completely waxed. It makes his dick look larger, but I know I can handle it, and I open my mouth to let him in. The first sweep of my tongue makes him groan, and then another paddle strike sends a burning flash through me, forcing me to take more of his cock in my mouth.
This guy cups the back of my head as he starts to thrust, but he’s not being as rough. I can breathe easier, and it lets me put in some effort. When he finds his rhythm, I hear him grunting and it finally clicks. It’s Brennan. The familiar voice, his perfectly toned body — fuck — it’s definitely him.
Levi’s best friend.
I feel guilty for a second, worried, but another hard crack of the paddle on my ass has me groaning. A burning reminder that Levi is here, Levi is allowing me to suck his best friend’s cock. The burn on my face has to match my ass, because I’ve been crushing on Brennan since Levi first introduced us. Hell, it’s hard not to when he’s got that charming smile and a body made for modeling — or porn. He’s been the inspiration for too many jerk-off sessions, enough to make me feel guilty when I’ve seen him again, and now I’ve got his fucking dick in my mouth.
This is one hell of a present.
Brennan’s pace picks up, his incredible cock pummeling my throat, fucking my face in ways I’ve only fantasized about, but just as I feel his fingers digging into the base of my skull, he jerks back.
“Fuck,” he growls, wiping my chin with his thumb as he cranes my head back so I can see him smiling down at me. “That’s a very good boy, but we have plans for you so I’m not coming yet.”
I can’t find the words to respond to him, and then the paddle lands harder and I clench my teeth on a whine. My ass is on fire, aching, and I twist on the rock, pulling at the ropes on my ankles in a futile attempt to avoid the next swat.
A fist in my hair yanks my attention back to the front where another cock is already smearing against my lips. This guy is a bear, and his dick matches his size. Thick, just like his body, and the hair rolling up his stomach is coarse against my face as he forces himself all the way in on the first rough thrust. My lips stretch obscenely wide, aching, and I’m doing everything I can to keep my teeth from scraping his girth.
“You like that don’t you, boy?” The bear asks from above me, fist tightening to send pain skating across my scalp, making my eyes water. A sharp strike of the paddle makes me groan out a cock-garbled ‘yes,’ although I don’t think it was decipherable at all.
This isn’t pleasant, but this bear doesn’t give a shit. H
e’s using me, and although it usually turns me on, my jaw already hurts and his thick shaft isn’t helping it at all. A quick snip of scissors pulls my attention back to my burning ass where I can feel the jockstrap pulled away. There are hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, and then someone drags their tongue slowly over my hole.
It’s distracting pleasure, the perfect balance for the ache in my jaw with each pounding thrust from the bear. Whoever is rimming me right now has a beard and it tingles over my raw skin as his tongue pushes against my ass before licking again in one long sweep. I imagine that it’s Levi, helping me to enjoy the abuse, his fingers digging into my cheeks until it hurts.
“He likes that,” someone says with a chuckle, and I realize I’m moaning around the dick in my mouth, lifting my ass to make it easier for them to reach — but it’s true. I love the way their beard feels as they rub it against the burning skin the paddle left behind. Alternating kisses with long licks, sometimes focusing on my hole, others starting all the way from the tip of my steadily hardening dick, over my balls, and back to prod me with wet, incredible flicks.
I’m groaning, zoning out on the pleasure behind me so that I can withstand the force the bear is using to brutally fuck my face. It’s not long until I’m rock hard, craving each sweep of the tongue that’s giving me everything I need right now.
“You like being used, don’t you?” Brennan asks right by my ear, and I try to answer him as the bear keeps moving over my tongue, my lips stretched too taut for sound to really escape. He strokes down my side, sending a chill over my skin, and I can hear the smile in his voice as he says, “Then be a good boy and take everything we have planned for you.”
4
I’m not sure how long the rimming goes on, but it’s long enough that I’m squirming, needing something more, and when I shift my ass again I get swatted.
“Be a good boy,” one of the men says, and I force myself to be still. To be obedient. It’s what Levi wants, even though he’s staying silent wherever he is.
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