The projector is displaying the actors in full life-size on the perfect white ceiling above me. It’s too realistic. Too confusing. The twink is pretty enough to be a girl. And the way he is taking it…
I swallow. I’m not gay. It’s porn in full volume right above my head. While I’m lying here stark bollock naked. Anyone would react to it.
The femboy’s face is flushed pink. His lips parted. Eyes sweetly closed. His dark hair is all messy. He looks like he is in ecstasy. As if being stuffed with cock is the best thing that has ever happened to him.
If he is acting, he deserves an Oscar.
My pulse quickens. The porno is getting to the part where the guy doing the reaming yanks up the femboy’s short black skirt and lets the camera see his incredible ass.
Heaven help me. My cock has never been this hard for so long. It’s not like I enjoy torturing myself. If my hands weren’t fucking cuffed to this frigging headboard, I would have sorted myself out an hour ago. I’m not above beating off to gay porn. Not that I ever have. Because I’m straight.
For fuck’s sake.
I try lifting my hips. Maybe a bit of movement will provide some relief. Anything is worth a try at this point.
Cristo. This is ridiculous. I’m humping the air. It is beyond humiliating.
I turn my head, and freeze.
Ginni is standing in the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the frame. Arms crossed over his slender chest. Watching me with an intense, hungry expression.
I can almost see him committing every tiny detail to memory, to replay in the future. Many, many times in the future.
I have never felt so naked. So utterly exposed.
When I get out of here, I’m never objectifying another woman ever again. Hells, I’m going to change the uniform at my club. No more Hooters-inspired aesthetic. It’s time for a classy style, and I don’t care if it costs me money. The club is mostly a front anyway.
Ginni shakes his head and straightens, as if rousing himself from a dream. He steps towards me and my stomach swoops. My cock twitches hopefully.
My body is confused. That’s all. I don’t want him. I’m not enjoying this. I’m not one of those powerful men who find peace in handing over the reins and submitting in the bedroom. That has never been my thing.
“Oh my poor love,” Ginni coos softly. “Let me help you with that.”
As he prowls towards me, every word of protest dies on my lips. I can’t stay like this. And keeping your kidnapper happy is like rule number one in surviving an abduction. Allowing him whatever he wants is practically mandatory. It’s not that I want him, it’s because I have to.
Ginni glides to the bedside cabinet. He opens a drawer and pulls out an obscenely large bottle of lube. My heart flutters. I can cope with a handjob.
He pulls something else out of the drawer. Something that is bright yellow and about six inches long. With a sucker cup at one end. Tapered at the other.
I blink.
It’s a dildo. One of those corn on the cob ones. The silicone all bumped and ridged.
My cock deflates a little. A shudder wracks my body as my blood runs cold. Surely not? He isn’t crazy enough to use that on me, is he?
Ginni hums happily as he smears copious amounts of lube over the monstrosity. His happy little smile looks completely deranged.
I want to look away but the way his small delicate hand is working the dildo is hypnotizing. Swift, sure movements with a confident twist over the tip.
I lick my lips. How the hell do I talk him into using his hand and not that awful thing?
Ginni looks up. Blue eyes flashing. He pauses.
Then he giggles. An actual, real giggle. I’ve never heard him make such a sound. For all his strange brain wiring, he has always been a solemn little thing. All big eyes and silence.
Hearing him happy is making my chest feel hollow. It’s fucking delightful to finally know what his laugh sounds like, and it is destroying me that I’ve had to wait so long. I’ve known him for years and this is the first time I’ve ever seen him cheerful. Nobody should be sad all the time. Not even little menaces like Ginni. It’s a tragedy.
On the other hand, the fact that he is giggling because he has me chained naked in his basement and is about to do unholy things to me with a dildo, is a little alarming. More than a little alarming, truth be told. It’s downright terrifying.
