“How many men have you been with since I last touched you?” he asks, and I groan as he massages my prostate, making my tired cock perk up and try to harden, only to be reminded that it’s caged. That there’s no use in fighting, that he’s punishing me.
Fucking hell, yes.
Torture me. I want to hurt.
“Tell me, Bane,” he murmurs, and I hold up fingers on my right hand.
“Hmm. Four. And have you been tested since?”
I shake my head, and he sighs, his fingers slipping from me. I hear him change gloves, and a moment later, I feel my arm twisted and a cool swab brush against the crease of my elbow. A band is placed around the top of my arm, and I watch as a syringe needle pierces my skin. He pulls blood from my vein with the precision of a skilled phlebotomist, and I feel my cock twitch once more. Yes. More blood, please. I hope he takes a lot. I hope he draws this out.
But he only takes two vials and then pulls the band from my arm with a snap, moving away from me for a short time and sorting his tools before returning.
His fingers trail up my ass crack and he swirls them around my rim.
“Shame I cannot fuck you without a condom. Perhaps I shouldn’t fuck you at all.”
I grunt my displeasure, but I know this is what I get for being bad. I shouldn’t have let anyone else inside me, but I’m horny and I have needs. He’s pleasured me several times but he’s never actually fucked me. He’s never so much as opened his pants andshown me his dick, and I’m ravenous for it. Overwhelmed with frustration and need. Ineedhim to fuck me like I need air.
He pushes two fingers back into me, working me open, dribbling more lube into my hole until my cock is once more drooling with the need to come again.
Oh, fuck a duck.
The squelch of him inside me intensifies, his fingertips teasing me, making me writhe as much as I can with the restraints. I want more. I want his big cock inside me. I want to be split open. I want to feel it for days. It hasn’t happened yet, but a boy can dream.
But then suddenly he stops, and my eyelids flick open.
“No. You don’t deserve it,” he says and pulls his fingers from me, leaving my hole gaping and upset. Really, he doesn’t need to go this far.
The bed shifts as he moves, and I hear him stand up. The gloves come off, and his bag is zipped closed before I hear his jacket being put on.
I try to tug on my restraints, but they’re too well done. Is he going to leave me like this? He probably will. The thought makes my dick harder, and I shift on the mattress, feeling my hole flex as I move.
Really, this is just unfair.
He can’t just do this to me.
This just makes me want him more, and it stings.
“I’ll have someone let you go in a few hours. For now, Bane,” his hand comes down and slaps my ass cheek, making me groan as pain moves through me, “for now, think about what you did.”
And then a moment later, the trailer door opens and shuts, leaving me tied to the bed, ass on fire, cock still trying to get hard.
Oh dear.
Must be time for a nap.
The screech of the door swinging ajar has my eyelids flicking open.
I dozed quite nicely despite being a horny mess. I was just happy Georgiy kidnapped me. Relieved really. What a fucking treasure that man is, in his suit and tie, that perfect dark hair, those thick black eyelashes. Sex on two legs.
“Ah crap,” a voice says, and I wiggle on the bed, feeling my balls stick to the mattress in the mess I made.
I hear the sound of footsteps and try to crane my head back, but I can’t quite manage.
“Shit,” a muffled voice says, and then a laugh. “Knew it would be kinky.” He clears his throat and then says more seriously, “I mean, I am here to perform a very important service.”
A body appears over me, and the tape is ripped from my mouth. My lips are sticky and dry, and I smack them as I try to wet my mouth.
