Home invasion - Smallville RPS - svbb
Fic title: Home Invasion
Author name: fruitbat00
Artist name: fruitbat00
Genre: Smallville RPS
Pairing and/or characters:I dont want to spoil the surprise :)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 10,025
Warnings: This is a RPS fic if you don't like please do not read. This could be triggery for people with issues around non-con/rape, but all is not as it seems, and it will become clear near the end.
The link to the cover art is at the end, so as not to spoil the surprise. So if you don't want to be spoiled don't scroll to far down *g*
This is my first story in Smallville, my first RPS I really hope you guys like it. Special thanks to twinsarein for beta reading this and putting up with my panic attacks over this. Also a special mention to sue_dreams Who was beta reading the original story I was going to submit. Before I had a major case of writers block on it. This is the stand in story which has been sitting on my hard drive for about a year. Well enough with all my rambling please read and enjoy.
Home Invasion
“Hey buddy, we’re here.”
He jerked awake, eyes darting around disoriented, until he saw the face of the taxi driver looking at him impatiently from the front seat. He glanced out of the window, and belatedly realised they were parked outside his home. God, it only seemed like a second ago that he had stepped into the taxi at the airport. He mumbled an apology and gathered up his things. Easing his tired body out of the taxi, he shivered as the cool night air curled round him.
Dropping his holdall, he pulled out his wallet and, peeling off a few bills, he paid the driver, telling him to keep the change. Shoving his wallet back into his pocket, he lifted his bag and turned towards his house. He smiled tiredly as he looked at the building. God, it was good to be home. Australia had been lovely, the convention had been a blast and the fans had been awesome, but he was glad to be back in Los Angeles. He fumbled in his pockets for the front door keys. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside and keyed in the code for the alarm.
Once he had closed and locked the door behind himself, he reset the alarm and slumped back against the door, sorely tempted just to slide down onto the floor and go to sleep right there. He had been awake for around twenty-four hours or more, and five cans of red bull notwithstanding, he was dead on his feet.
Forcing his eyes open, he stared at the stairs he needed to climb and groaned; why couldn’t he have bought a home all on one level? Taking a deep breath, he pushed off from the door, reached for the banister and slowly pulled himself and his luggage up the curved staircase.
Trying to stifle a yawn, he tripped up the last step. Steadying himself against the wall, he let out a small chuckle. “Man, I’m more tired that I thought.” He dropped the holdall and hit the light switches, flipping the stair lights off and the living room ones on, wincing a little as his tired eyes protested at the suddenly too bright room. Turning the switch he dimmed the lights to a more acceptable level. When he thought about it, he hadn’t really seen daylight for two days. It had been dark when he boarded the flight in Sydney, and dark when he landed at LAX. He smiled to himself when he realised he had no idea what time it was, or even what day it was. He dropped his keys on the table, absently noting the mail piled there; he pulled out his phone, checking the display which told him he had sixteen new messages. It also told him it was three am on Wednesday. God, he had been awake for twenty-nine hours.
His finger hovered over the screen, preparing to check the messages as another yawn overtook him. “To hell with it, they can wait till the morning.” Hitting the off switch, he placed the phone down beside his keys. Walking further into the room he slid his arms out of his backpack and dropped it over the back of the sofa. Groaning, he stretched, hearing pops and cracks along his spine. God, the flight from Australia had been a killer. He had hoped to catch some sleep on the flight home, but turbulent skies, coupled with the passenger from hell beside him, meant he had arrived in L.A. tired and grumpy. He was so glad he had thought to call ahead and cancel all his appointments for the rest of the week; he was going to need that time to catch up on his sleep and get over his jetlag.
Stripping off his jacket, he leant over the back of the sofa, opened his backpack, pulled out the case for his glasses and placed them inside. Scrubbing his hand over his face he contemplated unpacking, then immediately dismissed the idea. What he needed was a hot shower, then his bed. In fact, he might even forgo the shower.
As he started to straighten up, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly more awake, he started to turn just as a large shadow detached itself from the darkness in the hallway and ploughed into his back, pressing him back down over the sofa. Dazed by the impact, he struggled, trying to straighten up and shake the intruder off him. But the man was heavy and pushing against the soft sofa he had no real leverage.
Winded and off balance, he pushed up on one hand and tried to elbow back into his attackers side, but the figure twisted easily out of the way and grabbed his arm, pulling it up behind his back. He twisted and turned, trying to get his arm free, but it was no use. He gasped in surprise as the hand supporting him was grabbed and pulled out from under him, forcing him face first into the sofa cushions. He couldn’t breath. He tried to wrench his arms free, but they were held tightly. He started to panic as his lungs burned.
He struggled harder, trying to kick out behind him, but he was only pushed further over the sofa, his face pressing deeper into the cushions making it harder for him to breath. He felt himself getting light-headed. Twisting, he managed to turn his head to the side and gulp in some air. As his senses returned, he tried once again to pull his arms free, but as he struggled, he realised his hands were now tied securely behind his back.
This was not good. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Panic rising, he tried to calm himself by taking a couple of deep breaths. As he tried to straighten up, a large hand pressing down between his shoulder blades held him where he was.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
He felt the intruder lean over him, hard body pressing along his back, while hot breath whispered in his ear.
“You.”
That one word sent a shiver of fear right through him. Suddenly a hand curled into his hair and his head was pulled back sharply. He gasped, only to find a large knot of cloth stuffed into his mouth. He tried to jerk back, to pull his face away, but the leather gloved hand now covering his mouth prevented him from spitting the intruder out.
With the full weight of his attacker pressed against him and still bent over the sofa, he didn’t have much room to manoeuvre. Before he knew what was happening, the hands had moved and the ends of the makeshift gag were quickly and firmly secured behind his head. He froze in shock at the press of lips at the skin behind his ear. The soft scent of a citrus-based aftershave filled his nose.
“Behave and you might just get out of this without getting seriously hurt.”
He could feel the rise and fall of the intruder’s chest against his back and a firm pressure against his ass that he really didn’t want to think about. He swallowed around the ball of material now filling his mouth, a shiver coursing through him as he realised he was now completely helpless in the intruder’s hands. Not that if he had yelled for help any of his neighbours would have actually heard him, but having the option forcibly taken from him was unnerving to say the least. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose as he realised the situation was now well and truly out of his control.
The crushing weight of the other man moved off him. His eyes snapped open as strong hands gripped his upper arms. He was yanked upright and pulled back against the solid body of the intruder. He tried to shake the hands off to push back, but he grunted in pain as one hand curled into his hair, using the hold to jerk his head back. “What did I just say about behaving?”
He forced himself to relax and tried to calm his nerves; if he cooperated he might just catch the man off guard and get a chance to get out of this.
“Good boy.” He jumped as gloved fingers slid from his hair and stroked down the side of his neck. He flinched and turned his head away from the touch, only to have the other man chuckle. “You’re going to play hard to get….I can go for that.” A strong arm wound around his waist, holding him in place as the fingers reached for him again, stroking across his neck until the gloved hand was curled loosely round his throat. “You know you really have very bad luck. If you had come home ten minutes later I would have been long gone.”
He shivered as the voice breathed into his ear. “But your bad luck is my good luck.”
The arm around his waist shifted, the hand sliding down his stomach. He tensed at the movement, breath hitching in his chest as the hand slid lower until it was over his crotch. Cupping him. Kneading him. Leaving no doubt in his mind exactly what this man wanted from him. He swallowed around the ball of cloth in his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest as the realisation sunk in.
He jerked in surprise when lips pressed to his neck. Unwilling to just stand there and be molested, he started to struggle, trying to wrench himself out of the intruders grasp, but the hand around his throat tightened as did the one curled round his genitals. “Now, now, remember what I said about behaving. If you play nice, I will give you something long and hard to play with.” To emphasise the point, the man arched forward, grinding a very prominent erection into his ass. “Would you like that?”
He shook his head vigorously, a muffled no falling from his bound lips.
The figure behind him snorted. “Too bad, because you really have no say in the matter.”
Abruptly, the intruder stepped back, hands moving to his shoulders and spinning him around. He swallowed as he got his first good look at his assailant. The man was taller that he was by three to four inches, heavily built and dressed in black from head to foot, wearing a black stocking mask that only showed his eyes and his mouth.
With his hands now out of his captor’s line of sight, he twisted his wrists, fingers searching for knots that he could undo or slackness he could use, but the bonds were tight and his fingers couldn’t feel any knots. He swallowed nervously as he watched the intruder watching him. He jumped when a gloved hand moved from his shoulder to caress his cheek. He forced himself not to pull away from the touch. The man’s lips curved up in a smile.
“I see you’re learning.”
Anger flared inside him at the arrogant tone. He suddenly bent forward and shoulder charged the man sending the dark figure flailing back against the wall. Straightening up, he started to run down the hall. If he could make it to his office, the door in there had a lock. He had almost reached it when he was grabbed, turned and slammed back into the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. The masked man leaned close, the voice growling into his face.
“You sure you want to play that hard to get? Because it just makes me hornier.”
He turned his face away from the mocking stare. He felt the other man lean in closer, and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he felt a tongue slide up the side of his neck. He swallowed around the gag, breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut. He could feel the grind of the rock hard erection against his hip, little breathy moans of arousal escaping the man as the tongue continued to lave at his neck. Then suddenly, the assault stopped as abruptly as it began, and the figure stepped back.
He sagged against the wall; a moan of relief escaping his bound lips. Only to be replaced by a gasp of surprise as a hand grabbed a handful of his shirt and he was pulled forward, hefted up over the shoulder of the other man. Panic flooded him as his feet left the ground.
“I think we should take our little party to the bedroom, don’t you?” A hand slapped him on the ass.
Disoriented by the sudden change in position, the man had carried him effortlessly down the hall and though the door into his bedroom before he had a chance to struggle. Then, there was another abrupt change in orientation as he was pitched back onto the bed. His muffled cry of alarm as he was dropped causing the other man to chuckle in response.
He bounced as he landed. Winded, he struggled to sit up. His head spinning, he lashed out with his feet, but his captor just chucked again and stepped back out of the way. “I love that you’re fighting me. Do you know how hot that makes me?”
The tall figure approached the bed. He tried to kick out again, but strong hands easily grasped his ankles and pinned them down before climbing onto the bed and straddling his legs. He tried to twist free and roll onto the floor, but the hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as the figure shimmied up further so that he was straddling his thighs, then settling back, pinning him in place. “So feisty, I like that.” He glared at the dark figure, which only made the man smile in return.
He lay back, breathing hard as the figure sat watching him intently. Slowly, the man started to remove the leather gloves from large, strong hands, dropping them to the bed and flexing his fingers. “That’s better. Now when I touch you, I’ll be able to actually feel you.”
He had to fight not to squirm as the eyes of the other man slowly raked over him. The intense scrutinization making him feel more vulnerable than he ever had before. “First, we need to get you out of these clothes.”
His breath caught in his throat as the man leaned forward; fingers reaching for the buttons on his shirt. He tried to struggle up the bed to escape the hands, but with his hands bound and trapped behind his back, it was useless. But he just couldn’t lie here and let this happen.
Taking a deep breath he surged up, startling his assailant. Unbalancing him, making him jerk back and to the side in surprise. Using the man’s reaction against him, he pressed his feet to the bed and pushed up trying to twist his hips and push the figure further off balance. But, before he could push his advantage, his assailant recovered and gripped his shoulders. Using leverage and a heavier frame to push him, despite his struggles, back down onto the bed. Their faces only a few inches apart, the aftershave, along with the underlying smell of the man, filling his nose once again.
“My, my, aren’t we just full of surprises? What’s the matter, baby? You shy about showing me what you’ve got?”
He growled at the endearment. The man smiled and a hand moved from his shoulder to card through his hair. The face leaned forward and a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead. “I’ll be gentle, baby; don’t worry.”
The man sat back, hands reaching for the first button on his shirt. He watched helplessly as the fingers deftly moved from one button to the next. Slowly, as if unwrapping some treasured present, they slid under the material and eased the edges of the shirt apart, baring him from neck to waist to the intense gaze of the other man. He watched as the eyes of the dark figure roamed over his chest. “Nice, very nice.” He shivered at the leer on his captor’s face.
He breathed in sharply as both of his intruder’s hands slid back down to his chest. The hands coming to a halt just over his heart. “Your heart is racing. Is it in excitement or in anticipation, I wonder?” Growling angrily, he tried to shake the hands off of him, growing angrier as the man laughed at the futility of his actions. The hands continued their inexorable exploration, fingers grazing slowly over every inch of available skin, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. “You know, that’s a very beautiful body you’re hiding under those clothes.”
He closed his eyes, shuddering as hands continued to roam over him almost reverently. He yelped into the gag, eyes snapping open, as fingers pinched at his nipples. “That’s it, open your eyes.” Fingers brushed the side of his face. “Such pretty eyes.” He jerked his head away, glaring sharply at the other man. “Such fire; I like that. Now keep those lovely eyes open. I don’t want you to miss anything.”
Hands pushed his shirt up off his shoulders, fingers trailing across his skin as they went. The figure bent down, pressing small kisses along his collarbone, alternately nipping and licking the skin. The mouth moved lower, tongue leaving a wet trail down to his left nipple, laving at the nub of flesh then blowing on the damp skin, making him shiver. The tongue swirled around the now raised flesh, and then teeth gripped lightly and pulled. He bit down on the gag, stifling a moan as his captor worried at the sensitive skin, his body jerking helplessly in response. “You like that? Well, we can’t let the other one feel left out.” The man moved to repeat the actions on the other nipple before sitting back to admire his work, fingers reaching up to lightly twist the now hardened sensitised nubs. He gasped into the gag, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure as the fingers pinched and squeezed.
“You know, it’s so exciting when you struggle; it gets me all hot and bothered to watch you. To see those muscles moving under you skin.” He held his breath, watching transfixed as the hands slid down his sides, fingers trailing over his stomach, tracing lines of ribs and muscles to settle on his hips. He looked up to see the other man watching him closely. “Shall we see just what else you’re hiding?”
His breathing hitched as the hands skimmed along the skin just above the waistband of his jeans, stopping as they reached the top button. The left hand slid down the line of buttons, pressing against his cock, tracing its outline through the denim. “I don’t think what I’m going to find in here is going to disappoint.” The hand pressed flat against his crotch causing him to inhale sharply as the hand slowly massaged him through his jeans, the heat of the hand seeping through the material. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as his traitorous cock twitched in reaction to the attention.
“Oh, I think you’re starting to get in the mood.” He followed his captor’s gaze to the now undeniable bulge in his jeans. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment or shame, he wasn’t sure which. He sagged in relief when the hand moved, only to jump as fingers popped the first button.
His breathing stuttered in his chest as he watched the large hands slowly undo each button then spread open his jeans, baring him to the greedy gaze of the other man.
“Commando? My, you are full of surprises.” He watched, hypnotised, as the large hand reached for him. Inhaling sharply as strong fingers ghosted over his cock and balls. His cock twitched as agile fingers teased up its length, caressing gently, and then more firmly as the ministrations started to garner a response. “Well, well, it looks like all that fighting was an act, looks like you were just playing hard to get.” Looking up to see a smirk on the masked face, he felt his anger flair. He twisted, arching his hips trying to turn away from the touch to buck the other man off him, but all it gained him was another chuckle from his captor.
He shuddered, a muffled NO whimpered into the gag as the large, warm hand slid fully around his now half hard cock. The hand stroked him firmly from root to tip, slowly coaxing him into full hardness despite his muffled protests.
“Look at what you’ve been hiding from me.” He swallowed convulsively as the other hand curled around his balls; rolling them in a large, strong hand. “Beautiful, just beautiful...”
His breath caught in his throat as he tried to fight his own body’s reactions, his cock and balls responding to the slow, almost gentle, manipulations, a moan escaping him as his hips jerked helplessly into the touch.
“Easy, baby, I’m going to give you want you want.”
He glared at the endearment, the growl in his throat changing to another embarrassing moan as the other man’s thumb swirled around the head of his cock.
He let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes squeezing shut, turning his face away. The heat of embarrassment colouring his cheeks, as his body betrayed him.
“Now, what did I say about closing your eyes?” Suddenly, a hand gripped his chin tightly and forced his head back around. “Look. At. Me.” His eyes snapped open at the dangerous growl. “Now keep them open, understand?” It felt like the eyes of the other man were boring into him; he nodded slowly, hypnotised by the intense gaze.”
The fingers loosened, the mouth of the other man curling into a smile. “That’s it; I want you to watch me. I want to see your eyes as I touch you.” Fingers grazed his cheek, sliding down his neck to his chest, tweaking a nipple on the way before returning to rest on his hip. The other hand still holding him, still stroking slowly.
His captor shuffled back on the bed and leaned forward. He watched, eyes going wide as the man gripped his cock more firmly and stroked up and down, the fingers tightening and releasing in a rhythm that soon had his body twitching in pleasure. He gasped into the gag as the man’s thumb teased over the head of his cock making his hips jerk in to the touch “You like that, baby?” He looked up into the other man’s eyes, the sound of his own laboured breathing loud in his ears. He swallowed round the gag shaking his head in denial.
A slow smile spread across his captor’s lips. “I think you’re lying to me.” The thumb continued to brush backwards and forwards, and he bit back a moan as his cock jerked in the strong grip and started to leak precum. “See, I knew you were lying.” Fingers from the man’s right hand scooped up some of the sticky fluid. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as the man raised the fingers to his mouth and carefully licked them clean. “Finger lickin’ good, as they say...”
“But, I need to get the full flavour.” His whole body tensed as the head lowered towards his cock, a pink tongue slipping out to swirl around the leaking head. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him as he watched the agile tongue swirl and lap up the precum. His dark-clad captor looking like a large hungry black cat devouring cream. For some reason, that imagery made his cock even harder than the tongue sliding over his turgid length.
The dark head raised up, watching him, a slow smile spreading across the intruder’s lips. “Mmmmm ,you taste as good as you look. I wonder how you will taste when you come?”
He watched transfixed as a pink tongue flicked out, running across the red lips. His breathing hitched as his cock twitched in the man’s hand in response to the words. “Would you like that? Would you like me to suck you?”
He shook his head once again. The figure chuckled. The hand uncurled from the base of his cock and it bobbed obscenely between them. “Your body is telling me another story.”
He growled into the gag, frustrated at not being able to communicate; wanting to tell the smug bastard that it was an inevitable response to stimulation making his body react, not desire. The startled, needy moan that erupted from his throat as his cock was suddenly engulfed in the hot, wet heat of the other man’s mouth made a mockery of his thoughts, however. His head arched back into the bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as the tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock.
His world dissolved into the sensations coming from his groin. Strong tight lips sliding up and down him, agile tongue swirling and caressing the head of his cock, teeth gently grazing, making him jerk in shock then whimper in pleasure as the tongue soothed and teased. Fingers digging painfully into his hips kept him firmly pressed down into the mattress, as his hips instinctively tried to arch up into the delicious heat as his captor’s head bobbed slowly up and down. Taking more and more of him into the sinfully hot wet heat of his mouth each time.
His muffled moans filled the room as the other man took a deep breath and finally swallowed him to the root. He gasped as his cock slid into the tightness of the other man’s throat. God, it felt so good; so tight. He mewled into the gag as throat muscles tightened even further around the head of his cock as the other man swallowed. To his horror he could feel the telltale tingle of an impending orgasm building inside him. Suddenly, he was desperate to thrust, but strong hands held him immobile, pinned firmly to the bed. He was teetering right on the edge of release; all he needed to fall over into ecstasy would be for the muscles of the other mans throat to tighten once more and he knew he would come. But his captor stopped moving and just held him in his mouth. He whimpered in frustration, and tried to twist to gain some friction, but to no avail.
A loud, involuntary sound of protest was ripped from his throat as the man’s head eased back and cool air assaulted his saliva slick skin, making him shiver, his body trying to arch up to regain the heat and the elusive release it craved. “Easy, baby, easy...”
His eyes snapped open to see his captor watching him, grinning, as he strained against the imprisoning hands. The man’s pupils were blown wide with lust, saliva wet lips parted as he drew in much needed air.
His own breathing was just as laboured, his head spinning. He felt lightheaded; not surprising when he realised all the blood in his body was probably in his cock.
“God, you look so hot like this. Dazed, hard and helpless.” He felt thumbs rubbing circles on the skin over his hips.
Anger flared again at being toyed with, and he glared at the other man who laughed in response. “Don’t worry. I will let you come…eventually. I just don’t want you to peak to soon ….I want you hot and hard for me when I fuck you.” The words echoed in his head and his eyes widened.
“Don’t look so surprised, baby. Did you think I could resist that absolutely delicious looking ass of yours? In fact, speaking of that ass, I think its time I got to see it in all of its glory, don’t you? “
Suddenly, the weight moved from his legs. Before he could react, he was flipped onto his stomach, his pants roughly yanked down and off, taking socks and shoes with them. Then, he was pulled to the edge of the bed and manoeuvred, despite his futile struggles, until he was kneeling on the floor. The other man knelt between his legs, forcing them apart, a hand pressing between his shoulder blades pushing his upper body down to the mattress.
He turned his head to the side, trying to see what his captor was doing as he felt the cool air of the room move over his skin. He jumped when the man’s other hand pushed his shirt, which was now hanging from his bound wrists, up out of his way and a large warm hand ghosted over his lower back. “God, you are so beautiful, such a perfect ass.” The large, warm hand stroked over one cheek then the other. “I am going to love sinking into it.” He bit back on the whimper of fear as fingers slid down, teasing along the crack of his ass.
He yelled a muffled no into the gag as he twisted, pulling at his bonds. He yelped in surprise as a couple of hard slaps were delivered to each ass cheek, before the warm body pressed along his back, forcing him further into the mattress. A kiss was brushed across his cheek, then the mouth moved to nibble his earlobe. “There’s no use fighting it. I am going to fuck you, but trust me, I will make it so good you’ll gladly spread your legs for me.” The weight and warmth moved, leaving him chilled. He went to straighten up, but a large hand returned to his back, stalling the move.
He tensed as he felt something cold drip onto the top of his ass, the liquid warming as it slid down between his cheeks. He renewed his struggles as large fingers leisurely followed the trail, slipping effortlessly between clenched cheeks, thanks to the lubrication. His breathing stilled as the fingers stopped to circle slowly around the entrance to his body. “Relax, baby.”
He bit down on the gag, trying to stifle a moan as one finger circled then pressed against the opening. He clenched his muscles arching forward into the bed but the finger followed, remaining a constant pressure until he felt his body betray him and give in to the steady pressure, allowing the lube slick finger to slide slowly, inexorably past the tight ring of muscles and slip inside. “Don’t worry, we’re going to take this nice and slow, make sure you’re ready for me.”
He gasped as the finger slid in further, a slight burn making him wince as the intruding digit was relentlessly pushed inside. He grunted into the gag at the initial burn, arching forward into the edge of the bed, trying to escape the touch. “Relax, let it happen.” He bit down on the gag as the digit slid in further, moving, twisting. He gasped, his body jerking involuntarily as the finger finally grazed against his prostate. “Ahh, there we are.” Little spikes of pleasure surged through him as the finger slowly teased back and forward over the sensitive spot inside him. He squirmed, trying to escape the sensation but only succeeded in encouraging his captor to press harder against him. “Take it easy; this is just the opening act.”
He sagged as the finger was removed and the pressure along his back eased. He drew in a deep, shaky breath. Then whimpered as he felt renewed pressure and a further burn as two fingers slid in, slowly scissoring as they moved, loosening him up as they went. The other hand now rubbed slow circles at the base of his spine. “Shhh, baby. You are going to love what I do to you, trust me.” Stars exploded behind his eyes as the fingers suddenly surged forward to grind against his prostate, making him jerk and moan and making his captor moan in response.
“So damn sexy.” The two fingers slid from his body only to be immediately replaced by three. All the while, his tormentor kept talking, hot breath teasing his ear and his cheek. Murmurs of what was to come whispered in his ear as two fingers became three, and he was slowly prepared for the other man’s cock.
He jumped as warm fingers curled round his cock, then whined embarrassingly as they started to slowly stroke him, bringing him back to full hardness with mortifying speed. Fingers gently teased the head, spreading the precum. “Just checking that you were still hard for me, but I needn’t have worried, you’re positively dripping with desire, aren’t you? All that fighting; I think it was just for show. I think you want this even more than I do, don’t you, baby?”
He shook his head, muffled words of denial screamed into the gag. He drew a lungful of air trying to regain control of his body’s reactions, but as the fingers suddenly jabbed at his prostate and the thumb of his captor’s other hand swirled around his cockhead, he couldn’t help bucking into the touch. “You like that; well, you’re going to like this even more.” The fingers slid from him and the hand released him. He couldn’t help the moan at the loss of sensation.
He tensed as both hands gripped his hips and the large body moved closer. He inhaled sharply as he felt the thick head of his captor’s cock press against him. “You’re going to love this. Trust me.”
He bit down on the gag as the cock slowly pushed forward, whimpering as his traitorous body opened, allowing the head to slip inside. It felt huge compared to the fingers, the burn as his body stretched to accommodate the large intruder making his eyes water. He whimpered in pain and the slow push forward halted.
He breathed harshly through his nose as his body tried to adjust to the intruder. Slowly the pain receded; he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and the throb in his ass beating in time. “God, you’re so tight.” He noticed the strain in the voice of his captor, the pressure of the fingers digging almost painfully into his hips. He swallowed around the gag, tensing up as the pressure increased again, as his captor pressed forward once more.
He groaned into the gag as protesting muscles relaxed into the push, allowing the other man to slide a little deeper inside him. “Shhh, baby. Just a little more pain, then pleasure so good you won’t want me to leave.” The slow, inexorable push forward continued for what seemed like hours the cock impaling him advancing millimetre by millimetre with slow rocking thrusts.
Then finally, he felt the press of a zipper against his ass, the prickle of pubic hair and the warmth of the body as it bent over him pressing him into the bed. He felt the forehead of the other man resting between his shoulder blades, the hot breath panting harshly against the skin of his back.
The other man shuddered, hips jerking in little involuntary thrusts, obviously fighting for control. “God, you feel so good, so tight, just like you were made for me.”
He was breathing harshly now; almost hyperventilating at the feel of the other man inside him. The burn started to recede as overstretched muscles started to relax and adjust to the new intruder. As if sensing the change, his captor shifted, gripping his hips again as he slid slowly back. He whimpered as his still sensitive muscles screamed in protest as the cock was pulled half way out, then slowly pushed back inside. The cock sliding into him with less resistance this time. “That’s it, baby, just relax.”
The slow backward and forward thrusts grew deeper each time until the large cock was almost sliding fully out of him. With each forward thrust, the pain diminished and a tingling warmth started to spread throughout his ass. His captor thrust forward sharply and ground the cock against his prostate. Making him whimper and push back helplessly into the thrust.
A lube-slick hand curled round his half hard cock again and started to stroke him, bringing him back to aching hardness almost immediately.
The hips jerked forward and he inhaled sharply as he felt the intruder slide across his prostate again, his cock jerking in response in the other man’s hand. “Oh yeah, you like that.” He twisted and moaned as each thrust unerringly ground against the sensitive spot. Embarrassing mewls of pleasure were torn from his gagged mouth, as the hand moved in sweet counterpoint to the thrusts. “Jesus, you’re so hot, so responsive….” He started to lose himself in the rhythm; he could feel the building sensations inside him again as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, for the second time.
The slide of the cock inside him, and the lube-slicked hand curled around him, drove him closer and closer to the edge. His vision whited out, his body tensing as it geared up for release.
Then suddenly, the movements stopped.
The body leaned over him, pressing its warmth along his back, pushing him into the mattress. The scratch of his captor’s clothing against his now over sensitized skin reminded him of his own nakedness and made him shiver. One strong arm wound around his waist, pining his hips in place. He moaned into the gag as his body throbbed around the cock inside him; his own cock twitching in the now unmoving hand. “What’s the matter, baby?"
He shuddered as teeth nipped at the skin along his shoulders. “Frustrated?” He struggled, trying to find some sort of friction, but held firmly between the bed and the body of his captor as he was, he couldn’t move far.
“I bet you’d like me to move, wouldn’t you? I can feel how close you are. I bet one more thrust of my cock and you would come, wouldn’t you baby?. Well, you’re all mine and this is my game. I get to decide how, and when, you get to come. And I am not ready for you to come yet.”
He growled into the gag at the smug, mocking tone. Two could play at this game. Tensing his body, he squeezed his internal muscles, clamping down on the cock inside him. He smiled into the gag as his captor groaned and jerked inside him. “God, oh you are a feisty one.” He was rewarded by a sharp jerk forward of his captor’s hips, which made him gasp. “ I was going to fuck and run.” He inhaled sharply as the hand around his cock tightened, verging on painful. “But you’re so entertaining I think I’ll keep you.” The hand released and stroked lightly. The pressure was enough to tease, but not firm enough to offer release.
“I think I’ll take you home with me, and keep you as my own personal fuck toy. You’d look very nice naked and chained to my bed. Ready for me to fuck whenever I wanted…” He whimpered in embarrassment as his cock jerked at the words. “I think you want to be controlled, to be owned.”
He growled a negative into the gag. “You say one thing, but your body is saying something else….”
Suddenly, the arm tightened around his waist and he was pulled back off the bed onto his captor’s lap. The move forced him to straddle the other man’s large thighs. He gasped at the new position as his own body weight now impaled the intruding cock even deeper inside him, grinding it against his prostate in the process. His body jerked helplessly and he whined into the gag. “Do you feel how deeply I am inside you now?” Fingers teased up and down the length of his cock, curling around him, but not tightening enough to provide the friction he needed. He couldn’t stop the whimpers and mewls that escaped him at every touch. He was so hard now he couldn’t think straight.
The teasing was driving him insane. His wrists twisted in their bonds as he squirmed on the other mans lap; he needed to touch himself. He was so close it hurt. Pride be damned, he needed to come. He begged shamelessly into the gag, even though all that escaped his bound lips was muffled nonsense. His body writhed, trying to grind itself back onto the cock impaling him and arch up into the hand teasing him.
“My, my, such a wanton little slut, aren’t you?” He let out a muffled scream of frustration as the arm tightened around his waist, holding him still and ensuring that the orgasm his body craved remained just out of reach. “I could keep you like this forever; so hot, so sexy, teetering just on the edge, begging for every touch.” He shook his head, turning to grind it against his shoulder to try and dislodge the gag. But it was no use, he screamed in frustration again as the hand curled more firmly around him, then started to move making him almost sob with relief.
Lips pressed to his neck, licking and nibbling their way up to his earlobe. Hot breath whispered in his ear. “Look up, baby, look at yourself, look at how hot you look with me inside you.”
He tore his eyes away from the hand stroking him and looked up freezing as he saw their reflection on the mirrored wardrobe door.
God, it looked like a scene from a porn movie, but he couldn’t help a moan at the sight of his bound and gagged form hard and helpless in the other man’s hands. His skin shown in stark relief against the black clad form behind him, his legs spread obscenely, stretched wide by the other man’s thighs. “Do you like what you see?”
His eyes locked with the other man’s in the mirror. “I know I do.” He watched as the other man’s head ducked down, unconsciously tilting his head to the side to allow the other man to nuzzle at his neck. God, it looked so surreal to see himself like this; he could see the faint sheen of sweat covering his skin. Saw the helpless twitches his hips gave every time the man moved inside him, his eyes drawn down to the large hand curled around his straining cock.
“Look at how hard you are for me." He watched helplessly as the large lube-slicked hand slowly stroked up and down his erection; hypnotised as the slick head of his cock appeared and disappeared into the large fist, his whole body jerking with each stroke. The hips beneath him were thrusting more firmly; he could feel his balls tightening, the tingle at the base of his spine, the pressure building inside him again. The cock inside him grinding against his prostate with every thrust. “Do you want me to make you come?” He was moaning constantly now, muffled pleas spilling from bound lips.
He wished again that he could talk, to be able to tell his captor that had to be the most idiotic question he had ever been asked. He had been teased to the edge twice already; he needed to come so badly it wasn’t funny. But he knew if the gag hadn’t been in place, all he would have been capable of uttering would be nonsensical pleas. Nothing else mattered now but that final touch, that final piece of stimulation that would finally push his body over the edge. His eyes dropped from the mirror to the hand round him. He whined helplessly, his whole body tensing as the rough pad of the other man’s thumb slowly dragged over the tip of his cock. His eyes followed its slow path, the sweet, teasing pressure making his whole body shudder. Every nerve ending in his body focused on the invading cock grinding against his prostate and the thumb teasing his cock as if they were completing an electrical circuit of almost painful pleasure. He bucked in the man’s arms, his system now in overload.
“Look up, I want you to watch yourself as I make you come.” He dragged his eyes up to the mirror and saw his body writhing in the other mans arm’s, muscles straining, chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes almost black with arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut; the raw need he saw in his reflection too much for his frazzled brain.
Lips pressed to his ear. “Please, baby!” He was surprised at the pleading tone in the other man’s voice. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, his eyes locking with the other man’s.
“That’s it, baby, now come for me. Let me feel it.” Teeth clamped down hard on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. It was the final straw, and his body plunged over the edge. He screamed into the gag, his whole body going rigid as one of the most intense orgasms of his life exploded through him. He fought to keep his eyes open, watching himself come in the mirror, his release spurting up onto his chest and spilling over the other man’s hand. The hand stroking him, and the cock still moving frantically inside him, sent delicious tremors throughout his body, prolonging the pleasure. The hand tightening and releasing on each stroke milked every drop of semen from him.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful when you come.” Spent, he allowed himself to slump back against the body holding him, his head falling back to rest against a broad shoulder; his chest heaving as he desperately dragged air back into his lungs. He absently noted the hips beneath him jerking erratically as hands moved to his hips, pulling him back into each upward thrust until suddenly the body beneath him went rigid, fingers gripping painfully into his hips and a hoarse cry of pleasure filled the room. He felt the cock inside him swell and release, his own body shuddering in sympathy. Then, their joined, harsh breaths were the only sounds in the quiet house.
Hands moved from his hips, sliding around him, moving in slow calming circles, rubbing his own release into his skin. Petting, soothing. A damp forehead pressed to his shoulder, lips pressed kisses to his sweat damp skin. “Christ, that was amazing.” He grunted in agreement, earning a chuckle from the other man. Arms now curled around him, cradling him. They remained frozen like that for a few minutes; then the other man shifted, moving until strong hands gripped his waist and eased him back up onto his knees. He whimpered, his body shuddering as the softening cock inside him slipped free. His upper body sagged forward onto the soft bed, his muscles unable to keep him upright.
He felt fingers pulling at the bonds on his wrists, freeing him, his shirt falling to the floor as his arms flopped forward like limp noodles. It made him hiss as cramped shoulder muscles protested. Gentle hands untied the gag and eased it from his mouth. He heard movement behind him, but couldn’t find the energy to turn and see what was happening.
He jumped slightly as a soft kiss was placed to the back of his neck. He moaned, smiling, as hands ghosted over him petting, soothing, and kneading his abused shoulders and upper biceps. Then strong warm arms curled round him, slowly and carefully pulling him to his feet. “Come on, Rosenbaum, a little help here.”
He chuckled weakly…swallowing as he tried to moisten his dry mouth. ”You ambush me, fuck my brains out, and expect me to be able to stand?” He tried to pull himself together, groaning as his arms and legs protested every move. He finally got his feet under him and pushed up, but he knew he was still leaning heavily against the warm body behind him, because his knees felt like jelly. The other man laughed and for the second time that night he was turned and hoisted up onto a shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and carried towards the bathroom. “Welling, if you drop me, I will sue your ass.” He gripped tightly at the back of his lover’s jumper. “Tom, put me down.” He yelped in shock when a hand smacked down on his tender ass. “Oww, you’ll pay for that.”
“Promises, promises, now stop struggling or I won’t wash your back.…” He relaxed, grumbling under his breath about bossy boyfriends.
He heard Tom turn on the shower, but his lover still didn’t put him down. Finally, he wiggled in annoyance. “You going to put me down any time soon?”
He was lowered to his feet, Tom’s arms snaking round him. He looked up into his lover’s smiling face, the mask having been discarded. He tilted his face up as Tom lowered his head to capture his lips in a long, slow, sweet kiss.
“Welcome home, sexy.”
Michael smiled. “Well, I must say that was some welcome.”
“You sounded so down when you called from the airport in Australia, I thought I would make the effort to show you how much I missed you.”
“I appreciate the effort…” Michael winced as he reached up to touch Tom’s face, aching arm muscles protesting the move. He saw Tom frown in concern at the wince. He pressed his finger over the other man’s lips before he could say anything. “I’m fine.”
Tom looked sceptical. He reached up and gripped Michael’s hand in his own, turning his head to kiss the palm . “I didn’t go too far? I wasn’t too rough?”
Michael smiled to himself as Tom switched from aggressive top to worried lover. “Tom, it was great.” The beautiful green eyes watching him didn’t look convinced. “Really.”
A tentative smile crept onto the other man’s face. “You don’t think I’m a total sex maniac?”
“Well, I always thought that!”
“Michael!”
Michael snorted at the indignant tone of his lover. “Look, I’ll admit the first time you told me about it I was a little …..
“Freaked, scared, disgusted…”
“Unsure. But I know you; you wouldn’t hurt me.” The other man still didn’t look convinced “ Tom, there is nothing wrong with a little fantasy about rough sex. And trust me, I enjoyed it; otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to it.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t too much?” Michael watched as Tom looked down, reaching for Michael’s wrists as his fingers gently grazed the reddened skin.
“Tom.” Michael sighed when the other man refused to look up. “Tom, look at me!”
Tom raised his head slowly, his green eyes shadowed with his worry and apprehension. “Tom, we’re both consenting adults, we both knew what we were doing, and in case it escaped your attention, I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. Okay?”
Tom’s lips quirked up into a small smile.
Michael tried to pull his hands free, but Tom refused to relinquish his hold. He frowned as the Tom stepped closer, lifting each wrist to his mouth and kissing them softly, one by one. “Okay, I believe you. But, I don’t want you agreeing to things just because I have kinky streak. Deal?”
Michael smiled. “Deal!”
The brightness of the smile he got in return nearly blinded him.
He looked the other man up and down critically. “So are you going to get naked and join me in the shower? I seem to remember someone mentioning washing my back...”
He watched as Tom stepped back and suddenly started shucking clothes almost as fast as his fictional character. He laughed as he was pushed into the shower, his hands batted away when he reached for the soap. He sighed and allowed Tom to soap him up, the bone-tired weariness returning as hot water sluiced over him and strong, soap slick hands washed and massaged over his body.
Paying particular attention to his shoulders and arms, Tom stopped his ministrations every now and then to softly kiss every mark their lovemaking had left on Michael’s body. He sagged back against the body behind him, giving himself up into the other man’s hands and his mother hen complex. His lover chuckled at him when he almost purred in contentment. “You’re shattered.”
He felt the rumble of his lover’s voice against his back as warm arms curled round him and lips pressed to his shoulder. “Yeah, it’s been a long week. I don’t think filming in Vancouver, then flying back to film here, then flying to a con in Australia, all in the space of 7, no 8 days, was a good idea.”
“This from Mr Energiser Bunny.” He could almost see the indulgent smile on the other man’s face.
“I can’t help it; I just like to be busy.”
“There’s busy, and then there is pushing yourself too hard.” The arms unwound from around him, and the warm body stepped back making him moan at the loss. “Come on, let’s get you out of here and into bed.” Stepping out of the shower, he was wrapped in a large warm towel and gently dried. He leaned back against the wall, enjoying the attention as Tom dried his body then moved down to his legs, urging him to lift each foot so he could dry them as well.
He forced his eyes open, looking down at the dark head.
“Does Jamie know what you were planning?”
Tom looked up, smirking at him, eyes twinkling. “Who do you think helped with the outfit?” Tom stood and retrieved another towel and started drying himself. Michael watched appreciatively, his mouth practically watering at all the delicious muscle on display.
Tom stopped and looked at him, smiling indulgently. “Michael, don’t let your eyes make promises your body can’t keep.”
Michael waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’m sure I could rise to the occasion.”
Tom snorted and resumed drying himself off. “You can barely keep your eyes open. I promise you can have your wicked way with me in the morning.”
Michael sighed, knowing Tom was right, he was tired, and falling asleep while trying to seduce his lover would not be a good thing.
“By the way, Jamie says she wants details. Hell, I’m surprised she didn’t ask me to film it.”
Michael laughed as Tom dropped the used towels in the hamper.. “You know your wife and her girlfriend have WAY to much interest in our sex life…”
“Tell me about it, I am fully expecting to get the Spanish inquisition when I call her.”
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.”
Shaking his head, Tom looked at him.fondly. “Dork.”
Michael grinned in return. “Geek.”
Michael laughed as Tom rolled his eyes and groaned.. ”You’re so predictable, Rosenbaum.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Tom stopped tidying up, and smiled at him. ”Yeah, I do.”
Feeling suddenly too emotional, Michael pushed himself off the wall and turned to the sink, picking up the toothbrush and paste. Listening to the sounds of his lover finishing the clean up of the bathroom as he brushed. Rinsing and spitting into the sink, he felt on a more even keel as he turned. “So, you have any other fantasies you want to try out, Mr Welling?”
“Well there was this Clark/Lex story that Jamie sent me, Clark was an alien overlord and Lex was his sex slave…..”
Michael shivered as his lover eyed him up and down lasciviously, his cock twitching in response to his lover’s leer. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Tom leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
Michael growled.“I really need to have a word with Jamie regarding the fan sites she keeps directing you towards.”
Tom shrugged. “Hey, it’s Caroline’s fault. Ever since she found out about all the CLex fiction online, she has been trolling the sites and passing them onto Jamie. Personally, I think she has a thing for you; she definitely has a thing for Lex being tied up.”
Michael chuckled, heading back towards the bedroom. “Well, she can’t be after my body; I have the wrong equipment for her.”
Michael jumped as a towel snapped him in the ass. “I wouldn’t blame her; I think you have very sexy equipment.”
“Hey.” He rubbed at his ass, glaring at the other man. “You’re only saying that so I’ll let you act out another of your warped fantasies.”
Tom looked at him, his eyebrows waggling up and down. “Did it work?”
“Well, before we do this again,” He paused at the large grin that appeared on his lover’s face. “If, we do this again.” He tried to hide his smile as Tom turned on the large puppy dog eyes. “You need to work on your poor porn movie dialogue. “
“Hey, what was wrong with my dialogue?” “
Michael burst out laughing at the indignant response. “‘I’ll give you something long and hard to play with?’ Seriously, Tom, it’s just as well you gagged me, or I would have laughed in your face.”
“Is that so?” Tom loomed over him. ”Anything else you want to bring up?”
“Well, seeing as you ask…” Suddenly, Tom bent over the side of the bed and retrieved the makeshift gag, which turned out to be a silk scarf. Michael stepped back, hands raised in front of him in supplication as Tom moved closer.
“Tom…Tom, you wouldn’t dare…….”
Tom smirked back at him, eyes glinting mischievously. “Wouldn’t I?”
“Sheesh, can’t you take a little constructive criticism?” Michael stepped back as Tom crowded him, jumping as his back came in contact with the cold glass of the wardrobe door. Tom loomed over him, an evil smile gracing his lips, the silk scarf wound around his hand. Michael sighed dramatically. “Okay, I will keep my opinions to myself in the future.”
Tom smiled. “I knew you’d see it my way.” A quick kiss was pressed to his lips, and Tom stepped back. “But I think I will keep the gag; it might come in useful. In fact, it may be the only way I can ever win an argument with you.”
Michael glared at the other man, but the effect was lost as a yawn caught him by surprise. He suddenly felt the tiredness from earlier returning the adrenalin and endorphins from their earlier activities wearing off. He could feel his eyelids drooping as his body started to crash.
He felt Tom’s hand on his shoulder. “Come on let’s get you into bed, before you fall asleep on your feet.” He went on autopilot as Tom ushered him towards the bed. “When I saw how beat you looked when you came in, I nearly called it off.” Michael allowed himself to be manhandled into bed, and tucked under the duvet. Watching sleepily as Tom puttered around tidying up, his eyelids feeling like lead weights as he fought to keep them open, wanting to stay awake until Tom joined him. But exhaustion caught up with him and his eyes slid closed.
He started awake as he felt the bed dip. Momentarily disorientated, he sat bolt upright, his eyes snapping open to see the apologetic look of his lover. Tom sighed. “I was trying not to wake you.”
Michael smiled, scooting back on the bed, making room for Tom, waiting for him to get comfortable before he arranged himself half on top of the taller man. “S’okay, I was trying to stay awake till you joined me.” Once he had arranged Tom to his liking, Michael collapsed down onto his lover, his head resting on the large chest, one leg curled over Tom’s his arm slung across the other man’s waist. Sighing in contentment as Tom wound an arm around him.
“Comfy?”
“Perfectly.”
“Good. Welcome home, Michael.” He smiled as he felt Tom press a kiss to the top of his head. Yes, he was home. For the first time in over three years, his house finally felt like home to him, now that Tom was done with Vancouver and back in L.A. where he belonged.
Fin
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Author name: fruitbat00
Artist name: fruitbat00
Genre: Smallville RPS
Pairing and/or characters:I dont want to spoil the surprise :)
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 10,025
Warnings: This is a RPS fic if you don't like please do not read. This could be triggery for people with issues around non-con/rape, but all is not as it seems, and it will become clear near the end.
The link to the cover art is at the end, so as not to spoil the surprise. So if you don't want to be spoiled don't scroll to far down *g*
This is my first story in Smallville, my first RPS I really hope you guys like it. Special thanks to twinsarein for beta reading this and putting up with my panic attacks over this. Also a special mention to sue_dreams Who was beta reading the original story I was going to submit. Before I had a major case of writers block on it. This is the stand in story which has been sitting on my hard drive for about a year. Well enough with all my rambling please read and enjoy.
Home Invasion
“Hey buddy, we’re here.”
He jerked awake, eyes darting around disoriented, until he saw the face of the taxi driver looking at him impatiently from the front seat. He glanced out of the window, and belatedly realised they were parked outside his home. God, it only seemed like a second ago that he had stepped into the taxi at the airport. He mumbled an apology and gathered up his things. Easing his tired body out of the taxi, he shivered as the cool night air curled round him.
Dropping his holdall, he pulled out his wallet and, peeling off a few bills, he paid the driver, telling him to keep the change. Shoving his wallet back into his pocket, he lifted his bag and turned towards his house. He smiled tiredly as he looked at the building. God, it was good to be home. Australia had been lovely, the convention had been a blast and the fans had been awesome, but he was glad to be back in Los Angeles. He fumbled in his pockets for the front door keys. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside and keyed in the code for the alarm.
Once he had closed and locked the door behind himself, he reset the alarm and slumped back against the door, sorely tempted just to slide down onto the floor and go to sleep right there. He had been awake for around twenty-four hours or more, and five cans of red bull notwithstanding, he was dead on his feet.
Forcing his eyes open, he stared at the stairs he needed to climb and groaned; why couldn’t he have bought a home all on one level? Taking a deep breath, he pushed off from the door, reached for the banister and slowly pulled himself and his luggage up the curved staircase.
Trying to stifle a yawn, he tripped up the last step. Steadying himself against the wall, he let out a small chuckle. “Man, I’m more tired that I thought.” He dropped the holdall and hit the light switches, flipping the stair lights off and the living room ones on, wincing a little as his tired eyes protested at the suddenly too bright room. Turning the switch he dimmed the lights to a more acceptable level. When he thought about it, he hadn’t really seen daylight for two days. It had been dark when he boarded the flight in Sydney, and dark when he landed at LAX. He smiled to himself when he realised he had no idea what time it was, or even what day it was. He dropped his keys on the table, absently noting the mail piled there; he pulled out his phone, checking the display which told him he had sixteen new messages. It also told him it was three am on Wednesday. God, he had been awake for twenty-nine hours.
His finger hovered over the screen, preparing to check the messages as another yawn overtook him. “To hell with it, they can wait till the morning.” Hitting the off switch, he placed the phone down beside his keys. Walking further into the room he slid his arms out of his backpack and dropped it over the back of the sofa. Groaning, he stretched, hearing pops and cracks along his spine. God, the flight from Australia had been a killer. He had hoped to catch some sleep on the flight home, but turbulent skies, coupled with the passenger from hell beside him, meant he had arrived in L.A. tired and grumpy. He was so glad he had thought to call ahead and cancel all his appointments for the rest of the week; he was going to need that time to catch up on his sleep and get over his jetlag.
Stripping off his jacket, he leant over the back of the sofa, opened his backpack, pulled out the case for his glasses and placed them inside. Scrubbing his hand over his face he contemplated unpacking, then immediately dismissed the idea. What he needed was a hot shower, then his bed. In fact, he might even forgo the shower.
As he started to straighten up, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. Suddenly more awake, he started to turn just as a large shadow detached itself from the darkness in the hallway and ploughed into his back, pressing him back down over the sofa. Dazed by the impact, he struggled, trying to straighten up and shake the intruder off him. But the man was heavy and pushing against the soft sofa he had no real leverage.
Winded and off balance, he pushed up on one hand and tried to elbow back into his attackers side, but the figure twisted easily out of the way and grabbed his arm, pulling it up behind his back. He twisted and turned, trying to get his arm free, but it was no use. He gasped in surprise as the hand supporting him was grabbed and pulled out from under him, forcing him face first into the sofa cushions. He couldn’t breath. He tried to wrench his arms free, but they were held tightly. He started to panic as his lungs burned.
He struggled harder, trying to kick out behind him, but he was only pushed further over the sofa, his face pressing deeper into the cushions making it harder for him to breath. He felt himself getting light-headed. Twisting, he managed to turn his head to the side and gulp in some air. As his senses returned, he tried once again to pull his arms free, but as he struggled, he realised his hands were now tied securely behind his back.
This was not good. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest. Panic rising, he tried to calm himself by taking a couple of deep breaths. As he tried to straighten up, a large hand pressing down between his shoulder blades held him where he was.
“Who are you? What do you want?”
He felt the intruder lean over him, hard body pressing along his back, while hot breath whispered in his ear.
“You.”
That one word sent a shiver of fear right through him. Suddenly a hand curled into his hair and his head was pulled back sharply. He gasped, only to find a large knot of cloth stuffed into his mouth. He tried to jerk back, to pull his face away, but the leather gloved hand now covering his mouth prevented him from spitting the intruder out.
With the full weight of his attacker pressed against him and still bent over the sofa, he didn’t have much room to manoeuvre. Before he knew what was happening, the hands had moved and the ends of the makeshift gag were quickly and firmly secured behind his head. He froze in shock at the press of lips at the skin behind his ear. The soft scent of a citrus-based aftershave filled his nose.
“Behave and you might just get out of this without getting seriously hurt.”
He could feel the rise and fall of the intruder’s chest against his back and a firm pressure against his ass that he really didn’t want to think about. He swallowed around the ball of material now filling his mouth, a shiver coursing through him as he realised he was now completely helpless in the intruder’s hands. Not that if he had yelled for help any of his neighbours would have actually heard him, but having the option forcibly taken from him was unnerving to say the least. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose as he realised the situation was now well and truly out of his control.
The crushing weight of the other man moved off him. His eyes snapped open as strong hands gripped his upper arms. He was yanked upright and pulled back against the solid body of the intruder. He tried to shake the hands off to push back, but he grunted in pain as one hand curled into his hair, using the hold to jerk his head back. “What did I just say about behaving?”
He forced himself to relax and tried to calm his nerves; if he cooperated he might just catch the man off guard and get a chance to get out of this.
“Good boy.” He jumped as gloved fingers slid from his hair and stroked down the side of his neck. He flinched and turned his head away from the touch, only to have the other man chuckle. “You’re going to play hard to get….I can go for that.” A strong arm wound around his waist, holding him in place as the fingers reached for him again, stroking across his neck until the gloved hand was curled loosely round his throat. “You know you really have very bad luck. If you had come home ten minutes later I would have been long gone.”
He shivered as the voice breathed into his ear. “But your bad luck is my good luck.”
The arm around his waist shifted, the hand sliding down his stomach. He tensed at the movement, breath hitching in his chest as the hand slid lower until it was over his crotch. Cupping him. Kneading him. Leaving no doubt in his mind exactly what this man wanted from him. He swallowed around the ball of cloth in his mouth, his heart pounding in his chest as the realisation sunk in.
He jerked in surprise when lips pressed to his neck. Unwilling to just stand there and be molested, he started to struggle, trying to wrench himself out of the intruders grasp, but the hand around his throat tightened as did the one curled round his genitals. “Now, now, remember what I said about behaving. If you play nice, I will give you something long and hard to play with.” To emphasise the point, the man arched forward, grinding a very prominent erection into his ass. “Would you like that?”
He shook his head vigorously, a muffled no falling from his bound lips.
The figure behind him snorted. “Too bad, because you really have no say in the matter.”
Abruptly, the intruder stepped back, hands moving to his shoulders and spinning him around. He swallowed as he got his first good look at his assailant. The man was taller that he was by three to four inches, heavily built and dressed in black from head to foot, wearing a black stocking mask that only showed his eyes and his mouth.
With his hands now out of his captor’s line of sight, he twisted his wrists, fingers searching for knots that he could undo or slackness he could use, but the bonds were tight and his fingers couldn’t feel any knots. He swallowed nervously as he watched the intruder watching him. He jumped when a gloved hand moved from his shoulder to caress his cheek. He forced himself not to pull away from the touch. The man’s lips curved up in a smile.
“I see you’re learning.”
Anger flared inside him at the arrogant tone. He suddenly bent forward and shoulder charged the man sending the dark figure flailing back against the wall. Straightening up, he started to run down the hall. If he could make it to his office, the door in there had a lock. He had almost reached it when he was grabbed, turned and slammed back into the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. The masked man leaned close, the voice growling into his face.
“You sure you want to play that hard to get? Because it just makes me hornier.”
He turned his face away from the mocking stare. He felt the other man lean in closer, and he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as he felt a tongue slide up the side of his neck. He swallowed around the gag, breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut. He could feel the grind of the rock hard erection against his hip, little breathy moans of arousal escaping the man as the tongue continued to lave at his neck. Then suddenly, the assault stopped as abruptly as it began, and the figure stepped back.
He sagged against the wall; a moan of relief escaping his bound lips. Only to be replaced by a gasp of surprise as a hand grabbed a handful of his shirt and he was pulled forward, hefted up over the shoulder of the other man. Panic flooded him as his feet left the ground.
“I think we should take our little party to the bedroom, don’t you?” A hand slapped him on the ass.
Disoriented by the sudden change in position, the man had carried him effortlessly down the hall and though the door into his bedroom before he had a chance to struggle. Then, there was another abrupt change in orientation as he was pitched back onto the bed. His muffled cry of alarm as he was dropped causing the other man to chuckle in response.
He bounced as he landed. Winded, he struggled to sit up. His head spinning, he lashed out with his feet, but his captor just chucked again and stepped back out of the way. “I love that you’re fighting me. Do you know how hot that makes me?”
The tall figure approached the bed. He tried to kick out again, but strong hands easily grasped his ankles and pinned them down before climbing onto the bed and straddling his legs. He tried to twist free and roll onto the floor, but the hands gripped his hips, holding him in place as the figure shimmied up further so that he was straddling his thighs, then settling back, pinning him in place. “So feisty, I like that.” He glared at the dark figure, which only made the man smile in return.
He lay back, breathing hard as the figure sat watching him intently. Slowly, the man started to remove the leather gloves from large, strong hands, dropping them to the bed and flexing his fingers. “That’s better. Now when I touch you, I’ll be able to actually feel you.”
He had to fight not to squirm as the eyes of the other man slowly raked over him. The intense scrutinization making him feel more vulnerable than he ever had before. “First, we need to get you out of these clothes.”
His breath caught in his throat as the man leaned forward; fingers reaching for the buttons on his shirt. He tried to struggle up the bed to escape the hands, but with his hands bound and trapped behind his back, it was useless. But he just couldn’t lie here and let this happen.
Taking a deep breath he surged up, startling his assailant. Unbalancing him, making him jerk back and to the side in surprise. Using the man’s reaction against him, he pressed his feet to the bed and pushed up trying to twist his hips and push the figure further off balance. But, before he could push his advantage, his assailant recovered and gripped his shoulders. Using leverage and a heavier frame to push him, despite his struggles, back down onto the bed. Their faces only a few inches apart, the aftershave, along with the underlying smell of the man, filling his nose once again.
“My, my, aren’t we just full of surprises? What’s the matter, baby? You shy about showing me what you’ve got?”
He growled at the endearment. The man smiled and a hand moved from his shoulder to card through his hair. The face leaned forward and a soft kiss was pressed to his forehead. “I’ll be gentle, baby; don’t worry.”
The man sat back, hands reaching for the first button on his shirt. He watched helplessly as the fingers deftly moved from one button to the next. Slowly, as if unwrapping some treasured present, they slid under the material and eased the edges of the shirt apart, baring him from neck to waist to the intense gaze of the other man. He watched as the eyes of the dark figure roamed over his chest. “Nice, very nice.” He shivered at the leer on his captor’s face.
He breathed in sharply as both of his intruder’s hands slid back down to his chest. The hands coming to a halt just over his heart. “Your heart is racing. Is it in excitement or in anticipation, I wonder?” Growling angrily, he tried to shake the hands off of him, growing angrier as the man laughed at the futility of his actions. The hands continued their inexorable exploration, fingers grazing slowly over every inch of available skin, causing goose bumps to rise in their wake. “You know, that’s a very beautiful body you’re hiding under those clothes.”
He closed his eyes, shuddering as hands continued to roam over him almost reverently. He yelped into the gag, eyes snapping open, as fingers pinched at his nipples. “That’s it, open your eyes.” Fingers brushed the side of his face. “Such pretty eyes.” He jerked his head away, glaring sharply at the other man. “Such fire; I like that. Now keep those lovely eyes open. I don’t want you to miss anything.”
Hands pushed his shirt up off his shoulders, fingers trailing across his skin as they went. The figure bent down, pressing small kisses along his collarbone, alternately nipping and licking the skin. The mouth moved lower, tongue leaving a wet trail down to his left nipple, laving at the nub of flesh then blowing on the damp skin, making him shiver. The tongue swirled around the now raised flesh, and then teeth gripped lightly and pulled. He bit down on the gag, stifling a moan as his captor worried at the sensitive skin, his body jerking helplessly in response. “You like that? Well, we can’t let the other one feel left out.” The man moved to repeat the actions on the other nipple before sitting back to admire his work, fingers reaching up to lightly twist the now hardened sensitised nubs. He gasped into the gag, trying to ignore the little jolts of pleasure as the fingers pinched and squeezed.
“You know, it’s so exciting when you struggle; it gets me all hot and bothered to watch you. To see those muscles moving under you skin.” He held his breath, watching transfixed as the hands slid down his sides, fingers trailing over his stomach, tracing lines of ribs and muscles to settle on his hips. He looked up to see the other man watching him closely. “Shall we see just what else you’re hiding?”
His breathing hitched as the hands skimmed along the skin just above the waistband of his jeans, stopping as they reached the top button. The left hand slid down the line of buttons, pressing against his cock, tracing its outline through the denim. “I don’t think what I’m going to find in here is going to disappoint.” The hand pressed flat against his crotch causing him to inhale sharply as the hand slowly massaged him through his jeans, the heat of the hand seeping through the material. He couldn’t help the whimper that escaped him as his traitorous cock twitched in reaction to the attention.
“Oh, I think you’re starting to get in the mood.” He followed his captor’s gaze to the now undeniable bulge in his jeans. He felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment or shame, he wasn’t sure which. He sagged in relief when the hand moved, only to jump as fingers popped the first button.
His breathing stuttered in his chest as he watched the large hands slowly undo each button then spread open his jeans, baring him to the greedy gaze of the other man.
“Commando? My, you are full of surprises.” He watched, hypnotised, as the large hand reached for him. Inhaling sharply as strong fingers ghosted over his cock and balls. His cock twitched as agile fingers teased up its length, caressing gently, and then more firmly as the ministrations started to garner a response. “Well, well, it looks like all that fighting was an act, looks like you were just playing hard to get.” Looking up to see a smirk on the masked face, he felt his anger flair. He twisted, arching his hips trying to turn away from the touch to buck the other man off him, but all it gained him was another chuckle from his captor.
He shuddered, a muffled NO whimpered into the gag as the large, warm hand slid fully around his now half hard cock. The hand stroked him firmly from root to tip, slowly coaxing him into full hardness despite his muffled protests.
“Look at what you’ve been hiding from me.” He swallowed convulsively as the other hand curled around his balls; rolling them in a large, strong hand. “Beautiful, just beautiful...”
His breath caught in his throat as he tried to fight his own body’s reactions, his cock and balls responding to the slow, almost gentle, manipulations, a moan escaping him as his hips jerked helplessly into the touch.
“Easy, baby, I’m going to give you want you want.”
He glared at the endearment, the growl in his throat changing to another embarrassing moan as the other man’s thumb swirled around the head of his cock.
He let his head fall back onto the bed, eyes squeezing shut, turning his face away. The heat of embarrassment colouring his cheeks, as his body betrayed him.
“Now, what did I say about closing your eyes?” Suddenly, a hand gripped his chin tightly and forced his head back around. “Look. At. Me.” His eyes snapped open at the dangerous growl. “Now keep them open, understand?” It felt like the eyes of the other man were boring into him; he nodded slowly, hypnotised by the intense gaze.”
The fingers loosened, the mouth of the other man curling into a smile. “That’s it; I want you to watch me. I want to see your eyes as I touch you.” Fingers grazed his cheek, sliding down his neck to his chest, tweaking a nipple on the way before returning to rest on his hip. The other hand still holding him, still stroking slowly.
His captor shuffled back on the bed and leaned forward. He watched, eyes going wide as the man gripped his cock more firmly and stroked up and down, the fingers tightening and releasing in a rhythm that soon had his body twitching in pleasure. He gasped into the gag as the man’s thumb teased over the head of his cock making his hips jerk in to the touch “You like that, baby?” He looked up into the other man’s eyes, the sound of his own laboured breathing loud in his ears. He swallowed round the gag shaking his head in denial.
A slow smile spread across his captor’s lips. “I think you’re lying to me.” The thumb continued to brush backwards and forwards, and he bit back a moan as his cock jerked in the strong grip and started to leak precum. “See, I knew you were lying.” Fingers from the man’s right hand scooped up some of the sticky fluid. He watched, unable to tear his eyes away, as the man raised the fingers to his mouth and carefully licked them clean. “Finger lickin’ good, as they say...”
“But, I need to get the full flavour.” His whole body tensed as the head lowered towards his cock, a pink tongue slipping out to swirl around the leaking head. He couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him as he watched the agile tongue swirl and lap up the precum. His dark-clad captor looking like a large hungry black cat devouring cream. For some reason, that imagery made his cock even harder than the tongue sliding over his turgid length.
The dark head raised up, watching him, a slow smile spreading across the intruder’s lips. “Mmmmm ,you taste as good as you look. I wonder how you will taste when you come?”
He watched transfixed as a pink tongue flicked out, running across the red lips. His breathing hitched as his cock twitched in the man’s hand in response to the words. “Would you like that? Would you like me to suck you?”
He shook his head once again. The figure chuckled. The hand uncurled from the base of his cock and it bobbed obscenely between them. “Your body is telling me another story.”
He growled into the gag, frustrated at not being able to communicate; wanting to tell the smug bastard that it was an inevitable response to stimulation making his body react, not desire. The startled, needy moan that erupted from his throat as his cock was suddenly engulfed in the hot, wet heat of the other man’s mouth made a mockery of his thoughts, however. His head arched back into the bed, eyes squeezed tightly shut, as the tongue swirled around the sensitive head of his cock.
His world dissolved into the sensations coming from his groin. Strong tight lips sliding up and down him, agile tongue swirling and caressing the head of his cock, teeth gently grazing, making him jerk in shock then whimper in pleasure as the tongue soothed and teased. Fingers digging painfully into his hips kept him firmly pressed down into the mattress, as his hips instinctively tried to arch up into the delicious heat as his captor’s head bobbed slowly up and down. Taking more and more of him into the sinfully hot wet heat of his mouth each time.
His muffled moans filled the room as the other man took a deep breath and finally swallowed him to the root. He gasped as his cock slid into the tightness of the other man’s throat. God, it felt so good; so tight. He mewled into the gag as throat muscles tightened even further around the head of his cock as the other man swallowed. To his horror he could feel the telltale tingle of an impending orgasm building inside him. Suddenly, he was desperate to thrust, but strong hands held him immobile, pinned firmly to the bed. He was teetering right on the edge of release; all he needed to fall over into ecstasy would be for the muscles of the other mans throat to tighten once more and he knew he would come. But his captor stopped moving and just held him in his mouth. He whimpered in frustration, and tried to twist to gain some friction, but to no avail.
A loud, involuntary sound of protest was ripped from his throat as the man’s head eased back and cool air assaulted his saliva slick skin, making him shiver, his body trying to arch up to regain the heat and the elusive release it craved. “Easy, baby, easy...”
His eyes snapped open to see his captor watching him, grinning, as he strained against the imprisoning hands. The man’s pupils were blown wide with lust, saliva wet lips parted as he drew in much needed air.
His own breathing was just as laboured, his head spinning. He felt lightheaded; not surprising when he realised all the blood in his body was probably in his cock.
“God, you look so hot like this. Dazed, hard and helpless.” He felt thumbs rubbing circles on the skin over his hips.
Anger flared again at being toyed with, and he glared at the other man who laughed in response. “Don’t worry. I will let you come…eventually. I just don’t want you to peak to soon ….I want you hot and hard for me when I fuck you.” The words echoed in his head and his eyes widened.
“Don’t look so surprised, baby. Did you think I could resist that absolutely delicious looking ass of yours? In fact, speaking of that ass, I think its time I got to see it in all of its glory, don’t you? “
Suddenly, the weight moved from his legs. Before he could react, he was flipped onto his stomach, his pants roughly yanked down and off, taking socks and shoes with them. Then, he was pulled to the edge of the bed and manoeuvred, despite his futile struggles, until he was kneeling on the floor. The other man knelt between his legs, forcing them apart, a hand pressing between his shoulder blades pushing his upper body down to the mattress.
He turned his head to the side, trying to see what his captor was doing as he felt the cool air of the room move over his skin. He jumped when the man’s other hand pushed his shirt, which was now hanging from his bound wrists, up out of his way and a large warm hand ghosted over his lower back. “God, you are so beautiful, such a perfect ass.” The large, warm hand stroked over one cheek then the other. “I am going to love sinking into it.” He bit back on the whimper of fear as fingers slid down, teasing along the crack of his ass.
He yelled a muffled no into the gag as he twisted, pulling at his bonds. He yelped in surprise as a couple of hard slaps were delivered to each ass cheek, before the warm body pressed along his back, forcing him further into the mattress. A kiss was brushed across his cheek, then the mouth moved to nibble his earlobe. “There’s no use fighting it. I am going to fuck you, but trust me, I will make it so good you’ll gladly spread your legs for me.” The weight and warmth moved, leaving him chilled. He went to straighten up, but a large hand returned to his back, stalling the move.
He tensed as he felt something cold drip onto the top of his ass, the liquid warming as it slid down between his cheeks. He renewed his struggles as large fingers leisurely followed the trail, slipping effortlessly between clenched cheeks, thanks to the lubrication. His breathing stilled as the fingers stopped to circle slowly around the entrance to his body. “Relax, baby.”
He bit down on the gag, trying to stifle a moan as one finger circled then pressed against the opening. He clenched his muscles arching forward into the bed but the finger followed, remaining a constant pressure until he felt his body betray him and give in to the steady pressure, allowing the lube slick finger to slide slowly, inexorably past the tight ring of muscles and slip inside. “Don’t worry, we’re going to take this nice and slow, make sure you’re ready for me.”
He gasped as the finger slid in further, a slight burn making him wince as the intruding digit was relentlessly pushed inside. He grunted into the gag at the initial burn, arching forward into the edge of the bed, trying to escape the touch. “Relax, let it happen.” He bit down on the gag as the digit slid in further, moving, twisting. He gasped, his body jerking involuntarily as the finger finally grazed against his prostate. “Ahh, there we are.” Little spikes of pleasure surged through him as the finger slowly teased back and forward over the sensitive spot inside him. He squirmed, trying to escape the sensation but only succeeded in encouraging his captor to press harder against him. “Take it easy; this is just the opening act.”
He sagged as the finger was removed and the pressure along his back eased. He drew in a deep, shaky breath. Then whimpered as he felt renewed pressure and a further burn as two fingers slid in, slowly scissoring as they moved, loosening him up as they went. The other hand now rubbed slow circles at the base of his spine. “Shhh, baby. You are going to love what I do to you, trust me.” Stars exploded behind his eyes as the fingers suddenly surged forward to grind against his prostate, making him jerk and moan and making his captor moan in response.
“So damn sexy.” The two fingers slid from his body only to be immediately replaced by three. All the while, his tormentor kept talking, hot breath teasing his ear and his cheek. Murmurs of what was to come whispered in his ear as two fingers became three, and he was slowly prepared for the other man’s cock.
He jumped as warm fingers curled round his cock, then whined embarrassingly as they started to slowly stroke him, bringing him back to full hardness with mortifying speed. Fingers gently teased the head, spreading the precum. “Just checking that you were still hard for me, but I needn’t have worried, you’re positively dripping with desire, aren’t you? All that fighting; I think it was just for show. I think you want this even more than I do, don’t you, baby?”
He shook his head, muffled words of denial screamed into the gag. He drew a lungful of air trying to regain control of his body’s reactions, but as the fingers suddenly jabbed at his prostate and the thumb of his captor’s other hand swirled around his cockhead, he couldn’t help bucking into the touch. “You like that; well, you’re going to like this even more.” The fingers slid from him and the hand released him. He couldn’t help the moan at the loss of sensation.
He tensed as both hands gripped his hips and the large body moved closer. He inhaled sharply as he felt the thick head of his captor’s cock press against him. “You’re going to love this. Trust me.”
He bit down on the gag as the cock slowly pushed forward, whimpering as his traitorous body opened, allowing the head to slip inside. It felt huge compared to the fingers, the burn as his body stretched to accommodate the large intruder making his eyes water. He whimpered in pain and the slow push forward halted.
He breathed harshly through his nose as his body tried to adjust to the intruder. Slowly the pain receded; he could feel his heart hammering in his chest and the throb in his ass beating in time. “God, you’re so tight.” He noticed the strain in the voice of his captor, the pressure of the fingers digging almost painfully into his hips. He swallowed around the gag, tensing up as the pressure increased again, as his captor pressed forward once more.
He groaned into the gag as protesting muscles relaxed into the push, allowing the other man to slide a little deeper inside him. “Shhh, baby. Just a little more pain, then pleasure so good you won’t want me to leave.” The slow, inexorable push forward continued for what seemed like hours the cock impaling him advancing millimetre by millimetre with slow rocking thrusts.
Then finally, he felt the press of a zipper against his ass, the prickle of pubic hair and the warmth of the body as it bent over him pressing him into the bed. He felt the forehead of the other man resting between his shoulder blades, the hot breath panting harshly against the skin of his back.
The other man shuddered, hips jerking in little involuntary thrusts, obviously fighting for control. “God, you feel so good, so tight, just like you were made for me.”
He was breathing harshly now; almost hyperventilating at the feel of the other man inside him. The burn started to recede as overstretched muscles started to relax and adjust to the new intruder. As if sensing the change, his captor shifted, gripping his hips again as he slid slowly back. He whimpered as his still sensitive muscles screamed in protest as the cock was pulled half way out, then slowly pushed back inside. The cock sliding into him with less resistance this time. “That’s it, baby, just relax.”
The slow backward and forward thrusts grew deeper each time until the large cock was almost sliding fully out of him. With each forward thrust, the pain diminished and a tingling warmth started to spread throughout his ass. His captor thrust forward sharply and ground the cock against his prostate. Making him whimper and push back helplessly into the thrust.
A lube-slick hand curled round his half hard cock again and started to stroke him, bringing him back to aching hardness almost immediately.
The hips jerked forward and he inhaled sharply as he felt the intruder slide across his prostate again, his cock jerking in response in the other man’s hand. “Oh yeah, you like that.” He twisted and moaned as each thrust unerringly ground against the sensitive spot. Embarrassing mewls of pleasure were torn from his gagged mouth, as the hand moved in sweet counterpoint to the thrusts. “Jesus, you’re so hot, so responsive….” He started to lose himself in the rhythm; he could feel the building sensations inside him again as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, for the second time.
The slide of the cock inside him, and the lube-slicked hand curled around him, drove him closer and closer to the edge. His vision whited out, his body tensing as it geared up for release.
Then suddenly, the movements stopped.
The body leaned over him, pressing its warmth along his back, pushing him into the mattress. The scratch of his captor’s clothing against his now over sensitized skin reminded him of his own nakedness and made him shiver. One strong arm wound around his waist, pining his hips in place. He moaned into the gag as his body throbbed around the cock inside him; his own cock twitching in the now unmoving hand. “What’s the matter, baby?"
He shuddered as teeth nipped at the skin along his shoulders. “Frustrated?” He struggled, trying to find some sort of friction, but held firmly between the bed and the body of his captor as he was, he couldn’t move far.
“I bet you’d like me to move, wouldn’t you? I can feel how close you are. I bet one more thrust of my cock and you would come, wouldn’t you baby?. Well, you’re all mine and this is my game. I get to decide how, and when, you get to come. And I am not ready for you to come yet.”
He growled into the gag at the smug, mocking tone. Two could play at this game. Tensing his body, he squeezed his internal muscles, clamping down on the cock inside him. He smiled into the gag as his captor groaned and jerked inside him. “God, oh you are a feisty one.” He was rewarded by a sharp jerk forward of his captor’s hips, which made him gasp. “ I was going to fuck and run.” He inhaled sharply as the hand around his cock tightened, verging on painful. “But you’re so entertaining I think I’ll keep you.” The hand released and stroked lightly. The pressure was enough to tease, but not firm enough to offer release.
“I think I’ll take you home with me, and keep you as my own personal fuck toy. You’d look very nice naked and chained to my bed. Ready for me to fuck whenever I wanted…” He whimpered in embarrassment as his cock jerked at the words. “I think you want to be controlled, to be owned.”
He growled a negative into the gag. “You say one thing, but your body is saying something else….”
Suddenly, the arm tightened around his waist and he was pulled back off the bed onto his captor’s lap. The move forced him to straddle the other man’s large thighs. He gasped at the new position as his own body weight now impaled the intruding cock even deeper inside him, grinding it against his prostate in the process. His body jerked helplessly and he whined into the gag. “Do you feel how deeply I am inside you now?” Fingers teased up and down the length of his cock, curling around him, but not tightening enough to provide the friction he needed. He couldn’t stop the whimpers and mewls that escaped him at every touch. He was so hard now he couldn’t think straight.
The teasing was driving him insane. His wrists twisted in their bonds as he squirmed on the other mans lap; he needed to touch himself. He was so close it hurt. Pride be damned, he needed to come. He begged shamelessly into the gag, even though all that escaped his bound lips was muffled nonsense. His body writhed, trying to grind itself back onto the cock impaling him and arch up into the hand teasing him.
“My, my, such a wanton little slut, aren’t you?” He let out a muffled scream of frustration as the arm tightened around his waist, holding him still and ensuring that the orgasm his body craved remained just out of reach. “I could keep you like this forever; so hot, so sexy, teetering just on the edge, begging for every touch.” He shook his head, turning to grind it against his shoulder to try and dislodge the gag. But it was no use, he screamed in frustration again as the hand curled more firmly around him, then started to move making him almost sob with relief.
Lips pressed to his neck, licking and nibbling their way up to his earlobe. Hot breath whispered in his ear. “Look up, baby, look at yourself, look at how hot you look with me inside you.”
He tore his eyes away from the hand stroking him and looked up freezing as he saw their reflection on the mirrored wardrobe door.
God, it looked like a scene from a porn movie, but he couldn’t help a moan at the sight of his bound and gagged form hard and helpless in the other man’s hands. His skin shown in stark relief against the black clad form behind him, his legs spread obscenely, stretched wide by the other man’s thighs. “Do you like what you see?”
His eyes locked with the other man’s in the mirror. “I know I do.” He watched as the other man’s head ducked down, unconsciously tilting his head to the side to allow the other man to nuzzle at his neck. God, it looked so surreal to see himself like this; he could see the faint sheen of sweat covering his skin. Saw the helpless twitches his hips gave every time the man moved inside him, his eyes drawn down to the large hand curled around his straining cock.
“Look at how hard you are for me." He watched helplessly as the large lube-slicked hand slowly stroked up and down his erection; hypnotised as the slick head of his cock appeared and disappeared into the large fist, his whole body jerking with each stroke. The hips beneath him were thrusting more firmly; he could feel his balls tightening, the tingle at the base of his spine, the pressure building inside him again. The cock inside him grinding against his prostate with every thrust. “Do you want me to make you come?” He was moaning constantly now, muffled pleas spilling from bound lips.
He wished again that he could talk, to be able to tell his captor that had to be the most idiotic question he had ever been asked. He had been teased to the edge twice already; he needed to come so badly it wasn’t funny. But he knew if the gag hadn’t been in place, all he would have been capable of uttering would be nonsensical pleas. Nothing else mattered now but that final touch, that final piece of stimulation that would finally push his body over the edge. His eyes dropped from the mirror to the hand round him. He whined helplessly, his whole body tensing as the rough pad of the other man’s thumb slowly dragged over the tip of his cock. His eyes followed its slow path, the sweet, teasing pressure making his whole body shudder. Every nerve ending in his body focused on the invading cock grinding against his prostate and the thumb teasing his cock as if they were completing an electrical circuit of almost painful pleasure. He bucked in the man’s arms, his system now in overload.
“Look up, I want you to watch yourself as I make you come.” He dragged his eyes up to the mirror and saw his body writhing in the other mans arm’s, muscles straining, chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes almost black with arousal. He squeezed his eyes shut; the raw need he saw in his reflection too much for his frazzled brain.
Lips pressed to his ear. “Please, baby!” He was surprised at the pleading tone in the other man’s voice. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, his eyes locking with the other man’s.
“That’s it, baby, now come for me. Let me feel it.” Teeth clamped down hard on the juncture between his neck and shoulder, sending a jolt of arousal straight to his cock. It was the final straw, and his body plunged over the edge. He screamed into the gag, his whole body going rigid as one of the most intense orgasms of his life exploded through him. He fought to keep his eyes open, watching himself come in the mirror, his release spurting up onto his chest and spilling over the other man’s hand. The hand stroking him, and the cock still moving frantically inside him, sent delicious tremors throughout his body, prolonging the pleasure. The hand tightening and releasing on each stroke milked every drop of semen from him.
“God, you are so fucking beautiful when you come.” Spent, he allowed himself to slump back against the body holding him, his head falling back to rest against a broad shoulder; his chest heaving as he desperately dragged air back into his lungs. He absently noted the hips beneath him jerking erratically as hands moved to his hips, pulling him back into each upward thrust until suddenly the body beneath him went rigid, fingers gripping painfully into his hips and a hoarse cry of pleasure filled the room. He felt the cock inside him swell and release, his own body shuddering in sympathy. Then, their joined, harsh breaths were the only sounds in the quiet house.
Hands moved from his hips, sliding around him, moving in slow calming circles, rubbing his own release into his skin. Petting, soothing. A damp forehead pressed to his shoulder, lips pressed kisses to his sweat damp skin. “Christ, that was amazing.” He grunted in agreement, earning a chuckle from the other man. Arms now curled around him, cradling him. They remained frozen like that for a few minutes; then the other man shifted, moving until strong hands gripped his waist and eased him back up onto his knees. He whimpered, his body shuddering as the softening cock inside him slipped free. His upper body sagged forward onto the soft bed, his muscles unable to keep him upright.
He felt fingers pulling at the bonds on his wrists, freeing him, his shirt falling to the floor as his arms flopped forward like limp noodles. It made him hiss as cramped shoulder muscles protested. Gentle hands untied the gag and eased it from his mouth. He heard movement behind him, but couldn’t find the energy to turn and see what was happening.
He jumped slightly as a soft kiss was placed to the back of his neck. He moaned, smiling, as hands ghosted over him petting, soothing, and kneading his abused shoulders and upper biceps. Then strong warm arms curled round him, slowly and carefully pulling him to his feet. “Come on, Rosenbaum, a little help here.”
He chuckled weakly…swallowing as he tried to moisten his dry mouth. ”You ambush me, fuck my brains out, and expect me to be able to stand?” He tried to pull himself together, groaning as his arms and legs protested every move. He finally got his feet under him and pushed up, but he knew he was still leaning heavily against the warm body behind him, because his knees felt like jelly. The other man laughed and for the second time that night he was turned and hoisted up onto a shoulder in a fireman’s carry, and carried towards the bathroom. “Welling, if you drop me, I will sue your ass.” He gripped tightly at the back of his lover’s jumper. “Tom, put me down.” He yelped in shock when a hand smacked down on his tender ass. “Oww, you’ll pay for that.”
“Promises, promises, now stop struggling or I won’t wash your back.…” He relaxed, grumbling under his breath about bossy boyfriends.
He heard Tom turn on the shower, but his lover still didn’t put him down. Finally, he wiggled in annoyance. “You going to put me down any time soon?”
He was lowered to his feet, Tom’s arms snaking round him. He looked up into his lover’s smiling face, the mask having been discarded. He tilted his face up as Tom lowered his head to capture his lips in a long, slow, sweet kiss.
“Welcome home, sexy.”
Michael smiled. “Well, I must say that was some welcome.”
“You sounded so down when you called from the airport in Australia, I thought I would make the effort to show you how much I missed you.”
“I appreciate the effort…” Michael winced as he reached up to touch Tom’s face, aching arm muscles protesting the move. He saw Tom frown in concern at the wince. He pressed his finger over the other man’s lips before he could say anything. “I’m fine.”
Tom looked sceptical. He reached up and gripped Michael’s hand in his own, turning his head to kiss the palm . “I didn’t go too far? I wasn’t too rough?”
Michael smiled to himself as Tom switched from aggressive top to worried lover. “Tom, it was great.” The beautiful green eyes watching him didn’t look convinced. “Really.”
A tentative smile crept onto the other man’s face. “You don’t think I’m a total sex maniac?”
“Well, I always thought that!”
“Michael!”
Michael snorted at the indignant tone of his lover. “Look, I’ll admit the first time you told me about it I was a little …..
“Freaked, scared, disgusted…”
“Unsure. But I know you; you wouldn’t hurt me.” The other man still didn’t look convinced “ Tom, there is nothing wrong with a little fantasy about rough sex. And trust me, I enjoyed it; otherwise I wouldn’t have agreed to it.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t too much?” Michael watched as Tom looked down, reaching for Michael’s wrists as his fingers gently grazed the reddened skin.
“Tom.” Michael sighed when the other man refused to look up. “Tom, look at me!”
Tom raised his head slowly, his green eyes shadowed with his worry and apprehension. “Tom, we’re both consenting adults, we both knew what we were doing, and in case it escaped your attention, I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my entire life. Okay?”
Tom’s lips quirked up into a small smile.
Michael tried to pull his hands free, but Tom refused to relinquish his hold. He frowned as the Tom stepped closer, lifting each wrist to his mouth and kissing them softly, one by one. “Okay, I believe you. But, I don’t want you agreeing to things just because I have kinky streak. Deal?”
Michael smiled. “Deal!”
The brightness of the smile he got in return nearly blinded him.
He looked the other man up and down critically. “So are you going to get naked and join me in the shower? I seem to remember someone mentioning washing my back...”
He watched as Tom stepped back and suddenly started shucking clothes almost as fast as his fictional character. He laughed as he was pushed into the shower, his hands batted away when he reached for the soap. He sighed and allowed Tom to soap him up, the bone-tired weariness returning as hot water sluiced over him and strong, soap slick hands washed and massaged over his body.
Paying particular attention to his shoulders and arms, Tom stopped his ministrations every now and then to softly kiss every mark their lovemaking had left on Michael’s body. He sagged back against the body behind him, giving himself up into the other man’s hands and his mother hen complex. His lover chuckled at him when he almost purred in contentment. “You’re shattered.”
He felt the rumble of his lover’s voice against his back as warm arms curled round him and lips pressed to his shoulder. “Yeah, it’s been a long week. I don’t think filming in Vancouver, then flying back to film here, then flying to a con in Australia, all in the space of 7, no 8 days, was a good idea.”
“This from Mr Energiser Bunny.” He could almost see the indulgent smile on the other man’s face.
“I can’t help it; I just like to be busy.”
“There’s busy, and then there is pushing yourself too hard.” The arms unwound from around him, and the warm body stepped back making him moan at the loss. “Come on, let’s get you out of here and into bed.” Stepping out of the shower, he was wrapped in a large warm towel and gently dried. He leaned back against the wall, enjoying the attention as Tom dried his body then moved down to his legs, urging him to lift each foot so he could dry them as well.
He forced his eyes open, looking down at the dark head.
“Does Jamie know what you were planning?”
Tom looked up, smirking at him, eyes twinkling. “Who do you think helped with the outfit?” Tom stood and retrieved another towel and started drying himself. Michael watched appreciatively, his mouth practically watering at all the delicious muscle on display.
Tom stopped and looked at him, smiling indulgently. “Michael, don’t let your eyes make promises your body can’t keep.”
Michael waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “I’m sure I could rise to the occasion.”
Tom snorted and resumed drying himself off. “You can barely keep your eyes open. I promise you can have your wicked way with me in the morning.”
Michael sighed, knowing Tom was right, he was tired, and falling asleep while trying to seduce his lover would not be a good thing.
“By the way, Jamie says she wants details. Hell, I’m surprised she didn’t ask me to film it.”
Michael laughed as Tom dropped the used towels in the hamper.. “You know your wife and her girlfriend have WAY to much interest in our sex life…”
“Tell me about it, I am fully expecting to get the Spanish inquisition when I call her.”
“No one expects the Spanish Inquisition.”
Shaking his head, Tom looked at him.fondly. “Dork.”
Michael grinned in return. “Geek.”
Michael laughed as Tom rolled his eyes and groaned.. ”You’re so predictable, Rosenbaum.”
“Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Tom stopped tidying up, and smiled at him. ”Yeah, I do.”
Feeling suddenly too emotional, Michael pushed himself off the wall and turned to the sink, picking up the toothbrush and paste. Listening to the sounds of his lover finishing the clean up of the bathroom as he brushed. Rinsing and spitting into the sink, he felt on a more even keel as he turned. “So, you have any other fantasies you want to try out, Mr Welling?”
“Well there was this Clark/Lex story that Jamie sent me, Clark was an alien overlord and Lex was his sex slave…..”
Michael shivered as his lover eyed him up and down lasciviously, his cock twitching in response to his lover’s leer. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.” Tom leaned close and pressed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose.
Michael growled.“I really need to have a word with Jamie regarding the fan sites she keeps directing you towards.”
Tom shrugged. “Hey, it’s Caroline’s fault. Ever since she found out about all the CLex fiction online, she has been trolling the sites and passing them onto Jamie. Personally, I think she has a thing for you; she definitely has a thing for Lex being tied up.”
Michael chuckled, heading back towards the bedroom. “Well, she can’t be after my body; I have the wrong equipment for her.”
Michael jumped as a towel snapped him in the ass. “I wouldn’t blame her; I think you have very sexy equipment.”
“Hey.” He rubbed at his ass, glaring at the other man. “You’re only saying that so I’ll let you act out another of your warped fantasies.”
Tom looked at him, his eyebrows waggling up and down. “Did it work?”
“Well, before we do this again,” He paused at the large grin that appeared on his lover’s face. “If, we do this again.” He tried to hide his smile as Tom turned on the large puppy dog eyes. “You need to work on your poor porn movie dialogue. “
“Hey, what was wrong with my dialogue?” “
Michael burst out laughing at the indignant response. “‘I’ll give you something long and hard to play with?’ Seriously, Tom, it’s just as well you gagged me, or I would have laughed in your face.”
“Is that so?” Tom loomed over him. ”Anything else you want to bring up?”
“Well, seeing as you ask…” Suddenly, Tom bent over the side of the bed and retrieved the makeshift gag, which turned out to be a silk scarf. Michael stepped back, hands raised in front of him in supplication as Tom moved closer.
“Tom…Tom, you wouldn’t dare…….”
Tom smirked back at him, eyes glinting mischievously. “Wouldn’t I?”
“Sheesh, can’t you take a little constructive criticism?” Michael stepped back as Tom crowded him, jumping as his back came in contact with the cold glass of the wardrobe door. Tom loomed over him, an evil smile gracing his lips, the silk scarf wound around his hand. Michael sighed dramatically. “Okay, I will keep my opinions to myself in the future.”
Tom smiled. “I knew you’d see it my way.” A quick kiss was pressed to his lips, and Tom stepped back. “But I think I will keep the gag; it might come in useful. In fact, it may be the only way I can ever win an argument with you.”
Michael glared at the other man, but the effect was lost as a yawn caught him by surprise. He suddenly felt the tiredness from earlier returning the adrenalin and endorphins from their earlier activities wearing off. He could feel his eyelids drooping as his body started to crash.
He felt Tom’s hand on his shoulder. “Come on let’s get you into bed, before you fall asleep on your feet.” He went on autopilot as Tom ushered him towards the bed. “When I saw how beat you looked when you came in, I nearly called it off.” Michael allowed himself to be manhandled into bed, and tucked under the duvet. Watching sleepily as Tom puttered around tidying up, his eyelids feeling like lead weights as he fought to keep them open, wanting to stay awake until Tom joined him. But exhaustion caught up with him and his eyes slid closed.
He started awake as he felt the bed dip. Momentarily disorientated, he sat bolt upright, his eyes snapping open to see the apologetic look of his lover. Tom sighed. “I was trying not to wake you.”
Michael smiled, scooting back on the bed, making room for Tom, waiting for him to get comfortable before he arranged himself half on top of the taller man. “S’okay, I was trying to stay awake till you joined me.” Once he had arranged Tom to his liking, Michael collapsed down onto his lover, his head resting on the large chest, one leg curled over Tom’s his arm slung across the other man’s waist. Sighing in contentment as Tom wound an arm around him.
“Comfy?”
“Perfectly.”
“Good. Welcome home, Michael.” He smiled as he felt Tom press a kiss to the top of his head. Yes, he was home. For the first time in over three years, his house finally felt like home to him, now that Tom was done with Vancouver and back in L.A. where he belonged.
Fin
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