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“Hold him, I don’t want no fidgeting…”
Will felt vice grips on each of his shoulders, pressing him into what could only be rusty bed springs, judging by the sound of the mattress.
“Make sure ‘is wrists are tightened; bloody bitch ‘as claws.”
Another set of fingers yanked at Will’s arms; he felt a slight burn of fabric biting into his flesh as his wrists were secured, circulation nearly cut off.
“Now then, Princess,” hands made quick work of his belt and pants, shucking them down to his ankles, “You gonna be a good girl, for daddy?”
Cold air licked at Graham’s thighs and he could smell the dank, musty walls; like a cemetery in the rain.
He opened his eyes, immediately regretting it as his vision spun before him. His head swam and he felt his body go clammy with sweat. A fever dream.
“That’s all this is, Will,” he told himself, his body quivering, “It’s just a dream, you had too much to drink and now you’re paying for it.”
He was roughly turned onto his side, his arms and shoulders twisted uncomfortably underneath and above him, given his restraints also being tethered to something like a post or upper bed frame.
“Would ya look at this lily-white ass, ‘ere, gents?” A voice jeered, “I could eat off that bloody bum!”
Someone licked a hot, wet stripe up one of his legs, over a globe of supple flesh, the surrounding company snickering lewdly.
Instinctually recoiling,Graham pulled his knees up to his chest, tugging against his bindings. His struggle was met with a swift smack across his ass, causing him to whimper and kick out.
“Tssssk….” someone hissed. He felt the mattress sink as someone else clamored onto the bed.
He couldn’t figure out where he was.
It felt like one of those old hospital beds you saw in abandoned insane asylums. The mattress was hard and thin with barely any give. He could feel the indents of where the coils had too much ware.
He twisted again in his bindings, fighting for a mental or physical foothold. He felt he had either been drugged, drunk, or both.
Large hands rubbed up and down his back and shoulders.
“Shhhh…..” a captor stilled him by the scruff of the neck, “Yer gonna wanna hold still for me, luv,” The owner of the voice tenderly ran a hand along Will’s blushing cheekbones as his body naturally betrayed him at the physical contact.
Graham tried to whip his head around to bite at the assaulting fingers; while also kicking his bound legs out again, despite their bindings. Anything to throw them off.
A knee rammed hard into his belly, knocking the wind from him.
“Would ye look at that, gents?” A large, hot palm kneaded one of his cheeks while a finger probed his entrance. “The princess ‘ere, thinks she ‘as a say in ‘ow this ‘appens!”
Another blow was landed, striking upward, just below his breast bone.
“Nghaa!!” Will’s eyes flew open as his body tried to find a thread of equilibrium as pain radiated through his chest.
This was not his design.
He writhed and bucked and threw his weight against the holds on him; but to no avail. Hands held him; nails and teeth bit into his skin; he heard the wet smacking sounds against his flesh and felt them burn pink with heat now pouring off of him.
Laughter and grunting filled his ears; a cacophony of terrifying sounds reverberating in his skull.
Sweat dripped into his eyes and he tasted his own bile rising in his throat.
His throat was raw from yelling; limbs chafed by their restraints.
“Just give in, Graham,” he thought, wishing he had had more to drink, “You’re trapped.”
He took a shuddering breath, and tried to keep the tears of panic from his eyes, “Defeated.”
As though a switch was thrown, finally, he stilled, his body limp with exhaustion.
“Mmmmm,” a soothing hand stroked his abdomen, warm and gentle, “There now darling, don’t you see, if you relax, and be a good girl for me,”
The man wriggled his finger inside Will, teasingly.
“This can be lovely,” his digit went deeper, and was joined by a second finger, “for both of us.”
Everything was so dry; his inner ring clenched and burned in protest.
“Unngg!…” Will gasped, every muscle in him taught, teeth clenched. “Please, what do you want?”
The walls echoed the sounds of heavy breathing. He couldn’t tell if it was his captors’ or his own.
A mouth descended, suckling gently at his neck.
His brain wandered; forming a fragile, gossamer cocoon around him. He inwardly laughed at his useless survival mechanism.
He felt fingers carding through his hair; more than one person’s hand reaching into his shirt, one rubbing circles over his nipple.
His body continued to betray him; he felt his cock beginning to swell. His breathing quickened, he arched his neck into hot mouthing along his jaw, and his hips rocked with embarrassing need.
His mind raced in realization of the duality of his position.
“This isn’t happening…” His chest rose and fell but he couldn’t get enough air. He began to spiral as his body convulsed, twitched and cringed away from the overly saturated stimulus.
Multiple hands roved over his body, divesting him of the rest of his clothing, bunching it up where it met his bindings.
Mouths kissed, and licked and nipped; all in a hot, whirling delirium of wet sucking sounds.
Blood flowed freely to his cock, reenforcing the dizzy, dream like quality of his thoughts.
But this was not his design.
Sweating, Will’s panting breaths became ragged at the confusingly delicious assault. His eyes alternated between clenching shut and rolling back in ecstasy as he felt himself grow harder.
A finger traced the delicate vein on the underside of his dick, making him flinch.
His cock pressed, leaking against his belly; pre-cum sticky on his body hair.
Mind racing, he tried to ground himself.
“My name is Will Graham,”
Strong hands grasped his hips.
“I work as a profiler for the FBI.”
Fingers pulled at his hair, craning his neck back, holding him in place.
The clang of a metal buckle and zipper made his body shudder.
“I was at a gala, with Hannibal; and went to my car to...”
The mattress dipped and someone’s knees pressed against the back of his thighs.
He heard the undeniable sound of a plastic cap being popped and tearing of a foil packet, sending his mind into a frenzy of survival attempts, quite out of his control.
With his body twitching and twisting in protest, he felt himself begin to babble as long, cold fingers massaged his entrance
“Please....” he tried, “Please don’t do this…”
Lips came down to crush his own, a tongue fighting its way in to taste the roof of his mouth.
Adrenaline flooded his system; the babbling continued, but he truly couldn’t make sense of his own thoughts, less his words.
“Shhh...Don’t be like, that, love,” hands spread his cheeks, and the hot tip of a cock pressed against his puckered hole, “Wouldn’t want ye makin’ a fuss now would we?”
“Ahhh!, Ungg...Please!! No!...Pl….”
His words were cut short by a scrap of wadded fabric being jammed into his mouth.
He could feel his corporeal form fighting its own impulses to both fight and flee. Part of his brain even encouraged he just surrender; give in. Let his body ride that wave of pleasure that came as a result of sensual touch, and teasing.
But he couldn’t. The smell of rust and mold permeated his mind; despite not even being blindfolded, he naturally kept his eyes shut to prevent his exposure (and finality in acknowledgement) of the concrete walls drinking in his moans of pain.
Tears streaked down his face in humiliation as one of his captors thrust roughly in and out of his body.
He felt himself stretched and torn; his own cock bobbing against his stomach in agony as another assailant palmed his sac.
“There now, Princess,” a rough voice grunted as he thrust harder and deeper down Will’s channel, “So tight and hot for me now, eh?”
A hand wrapped around his length as someone else’s mouth sucked on the head.
“Please…” his skin slid along the mattress as his captors toyed with him, “I can’t...it hurts!” he mouthed through his disgusting gag.
“Shhhh…..I’d keep that pretty mouth shut if I were you,” the man ran his hands up and down Will’s sides, nails digging into his hip bones as he continued to piston himself through him.
He knew how pathetic he sounded as he began to mewl like a sick cat.
“Cuz I could think of all manner of use for those lips of yours, luv.”
Someone began laving the head of his prick like a popsicle. Sucking, and alternating between short, obscene kitten licks and languid strokes from base to tip.
His brain balked at what he must look like. Curled in the fetal position, a man buried inside his ass, another worshiping his cock.
The pain had barely subsided when the thrusts picked up speed and force, repeatedly striking his inner most bundle of nerves. Streaks of white flew across his vision as he struggled to breathe.
“Ungh, yeah, that’s my good girl. But hold on now, hold on…” The man groaned with effort, pulled out, and used Will’s body to push himself up into a higher kneeling position.
Out of nowhere, the thrusts stopped, and Will heard the unmistakable slick noises of someone jacking themselves off.
He felt more hands turning his own body onto all fours, his arms barely able to support his weight.
Adjusting to the new angle, he felt the fist of the man behind him hit his buttocks as he wanked himself off.
“Now darling,” the bed shifted as his first assailant came to seat himself at Will’s head, “I think you need to give my friend here a taste of that honey of yours.”
Meaty hands grabbed at his hips as a new captor aligned himself.
Graham’s body convulsed as he felt his entrance broached once more. He hung his head and whined as the man behind him sank low and deep within him; stretching the abused flesh there.
A hand drew his face upward, tearing the fabric from his mouth.
“Don’t be shy now, lovely,” his initial captor presented his cock at Will’s lips;
Strikingly blue eyes blazed down at him in invitation, as though he had a choice.
Graham’s body was pulsed forward with each thrust of the man behind him, his eyes burning, nose beginning to drip.
“Please…” he looked up at the man who held him, and was met with no more than a sneer.
He tried to bow his head again as a particularly rough thrust shook through him.
“No more...I can’t...unngh!...”
White hot pain lanced up his spine.
“Shhh,” the man pressed the head of his prick to Will’s open mouth, sinking inward as Graham was pushed forward from behind.
The young profiler could barely breathe as he secured his lips.
Snot dripped down his nose as he gagged and choked to the sounds of laughter around him.
“See?!” a lewd voice said triumphantly, “Of course you can, darling! I’ve never had such a talented little piece of ass….even one as lily...white...as...yours.” He emphasized his words with a thrust after the last three.
A hand was back on Will’s cock. He was so close. Maybe he could just black out and fall into oblivion. Safe, glorious oblivion.
He teetered on the edge as the thrusts from both directions became more erratic, sending him into a mess of shivers and gagging.
But this was not his design. Why should he be so lucky?
Abruptly, the thrusting into his channel stopped, and the meaty cock assaulting him pulled out and the hand at his own cock held him in a vice. Ceasing all movement.
He continued to suck and whirl his tongue around the cock of the blue eyed man, as hands behind him raked down his sides.
He nearly spluttered as hot, sticky cum spurt across his back, pooling and dripping down his skin as it cooled.
“There now...mmmmnngg….” salty, viscous liquid erupted down his throat, “So good for us,” Will’s head was held to the man’s pubic bone, forcing him to swallow as he felt the cock softening in his mouth.
The leader of the group looked over Will’s form, blissed out, admiring the stain on Will’s back.
Graham fought to remain stable, teetering on the edge, and being denied anything resembling release.
“Marked like the pretty whore you are,” He pulled himself from the young profiler’s mouth and pulled a knife.
Before Will could even register how many things were happening at once, hands were on him again, throwing him onto his back, un-biding his feet, but holding them flat against the mattress, his legs splayed open.
The blue eyed man straddled Will’s belly, pressing the blade to his throat.
“Now,” he looked around at his comrades.
“Who's next?”