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“Let me go!” Rain shouted, trying to wrench himself away from the hands anchoring him to the chair. “You can’t keep me like this, you can’t do this to me! Let me go!”
“I don’t think you understand the position you’re in, sweetheart.”
A firm hand gripped Rain’s jaw, tipping his chin up and forcing him to meet the gaze of his captor. His eyes were deep, fathomless. He was looking at Rain with a dark possessiveness that made sweat prickle at the nape of Rain's neck, behind his ears.
“Fine,” Rain said through gritted teeth, “explain it to me.”
The backs of deceptively gentle fingers stroked down Rain’s cheek as the man cooed at him.
“Can’t you guess? You’re mine now, sweetheart.” The grip on his jaw shifted down to Rain’s neck, holding him. He didn’t squeeze, but the gesture was all threat. “Mine, forever.” He moved all at once, getting a handful of Rain's shirt collar. Rain yanked hard against the ropes binding his hands behind his back, struggling frantically as he was pulled out of the chair and thrown face down onto the floor.
“Don’t! Stop! You can’t, I don’t-” Everything was happening so fast, it didn’t feel real. He wasn’t-. He could process what was happening, feeling distantly numb and slow, like he was moving through butter.
“Don’t stop?” the man said, smoothing an hand down his back to catch in Rain’s waistband. “Baby, you didn’t even have to ask.”
Rain thrashed, tried to fight, but he was helpless, caught by the ropes, by this man who was so much bigger and stronger and faster than Rain. He couldn’t get away, could hardly struggle, inching futility away like a worm. But the man simply caught him by his wrists at the small of his back and hauled him backwards, into his arms.
“Where are you going, sweetheart? Running away from me already?” the man husked in his ear, running a hand down Rain’s chest. In one smooth motion, the man pulled Rain’s shirt up and over his head, letting it tangle around his trapped arms, leaving his chest bared to the cold air of the room.
Rain whimpered as his nipples tightened uncomfortably, reacting to the sudden cold, the rubbing of his shirt as it was torn away. Hot hands came up to cover his chest, plucking at his nipples, sending sharp trails of unwanted pleasure through him, and Rain moaned quietly, trembling.
“Oh, poor baby,” the man cooed behind him. “Don’t worry, honey, I’ll take care of you.”
Rain was shoved down into the floor, ass in the air, a hand caught in the tangle of rope and shirt around his wrists, holding him in place as his shorts and briefs were yanked down to his knees.
A warm, wet gust of air blew heavily over his asshole and Rain seized up in a panic.
“Ah, no!” No, he couldn’t-, this wasn’t-, what was happening?
“None of that, sweetheart,” said the mad, locking his forearm around Rain’s thighs, using his other hand to pull at Rain’s ass cheek, spreading him open. “I just want a taste.”
It felt good, was the thing. A slick, hot pleasure was pouring through him, dripping down Rain’s taint, his balls, his thighs. He could feel his cock filling out, responding to the way this man was eating him out with his whole face, shoving his tongue in deep, chin brushing Rain’s taint, nose buried in the crease of Rain’s ass as he licked in harder and harder. The broad, hot strokes of his tongue were lighting Rain up, making him whine even as he kicked uselessly at the floor.
“Don’t, don’t,” Rain cried uselessly, trying to swallow his moans. “It’s too-, you can’t, I don’t, don’t, ah!”
The man hummed into Rain’s asshole, the vibrations tickling down his taint, making Rain squirm. He slid his tongue out of Rain’s hole to bite down tenderly on Rain’s ass, catching the skin gently between his teeth before increasing the pressure to bruising force.
Rain shook with the realization that this was going to leave a mark, that he was going to be bruised from this; his ass, his knees, maybe even his hips where this man kept squeezing him so hard, he had to be leaving fingerprints behind. He couldn’t breathe all of the sudden, overwhelmed, his choked little moans seizing up in this throat.
A hand slid across his own where they were bound behind his back, palm pressing against his palm, and Rain grabbed on hard, crushing bones together in his grip.
“Oh, you want to hold my hand, pretty baby? You can hold my hand. You can hold as much of me as you can handle.”
Rain squealed as he was shoved flat to the floor, nipples chafing harshly against the hardwood, dick bouncing once before it was trapped between his stomach and the hard surface. Everything felt so claustrophobic, hot and close around him, narrow. Rain could only see the floor in front of his face, the room fading into dark shadows around him, all of his attention pulled to the heat of the man above him, the sharp points of his hips and shoulders digging into the wood underneath him.
The man pushed down on Rain’s ass, pinning him as he thumbed Rain open. Rain could feel him looking, staring at where he’d made Rain shiny and wet, stretching Rain out on his tongue.
“Look at you, all wet and open for me,” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb across Rain’s hole, dipping in the slightest bit. “Like you need something to fill you up.”
“Don’t, no, wait, wait-!” Rain tried to wrench free, tears welling up in his eyes as he jerked against the ropes, but there was nowhere to go. The man was straddling the backs of his thighs, pinning Rain down with his whole weight as he thumbed gently over Rain’s rim.
“Shhhhh, it’s okay, honey.” There was the sound of a zipper being drawn down, the click of a cap, wet smearing sounds, and then something hot and hard and smooth was pressing against Rain, wedging in between his cheeks. “I know what you need.”
All at once Rain was being pried open around the biggest cock he’d ever taken, split through without a single finger of prep. He cried out soundlessly against the floorboards as he was driven down hard, the man bottoming out in one long, inexorable thrust.
“You can take it, sweetheart, you can take me,” the man moaned above him. “That’s it, good boy. So tight, taking me so well. Perfect.”
He was so deep. Rain couldn't think past the thick, heavy force of it inside him, he couldn't breath around it. It was taking up all of the space inside him, unavoidable, an impossible stretch. He hiccuped around a helpless sob.
The man crowded down into Rain, moving hot and slick and close over him, shoving him rhythmically into the floor with every deep, heavy thrust, the teeth of his zipper catching at Rain's ass. He turned his head to mouth wet, open kisses against Rain’s cheek, eating up the tears steadily leaking from Rain’s eyes now, a groan rumbling through him that Rain felt down to his toes.
“You, you-, ah, ah, ah,” Rain couldn’t dig up his words, couldn’t even hold on as he was railed helplessly through the floor.
Every time the man thrust into him he was just barely glancing over Rain’s prostrate, more accident than intention, and the sporadic bursts of hot, intense pleasure had Rain sobbing, trying to widen the splay of his legs on the floor, anything to fight the feeling building up inside him. If he could just ease up the pressure, if he could just shift the angle then he wouldn’t-, the man wouldn’t make him-.
Rain braced himself as much as he could with his shorts trapped around his thighs, his knees slipping in his own sweat, loosing traction on the smooth floor.
"Cute."
Slowly, taking the time to get his own knees planted firmly on either side of Rain, the man shoved Rain's thighs together tight between his own. The change made the cock inside of Rain feel massive, tightening him up to a near unbearable degree. Worse, the new angle was driving the man’s cock directly into Rain’s prostrate, making the sparking, rushing pleasure unavoidable, juddering through him with every harsh, hard thrust.
Rain couldn't stop the sounds spilling out of him, digging his face into the floorboards, trying to run from it, trying to clench and wiggle and squirm away from the heat pushing through him, filling him out, lighting him up.
“Don’t hide from it, baby. I know I make you feel good,” the man panted out over him.
Thick, veined forearms braced themselves on either side of Rain’s head as the man started driving into Rain in shorter, faster thrusts that jabbed relentlessly as Rain’s prostrate, forcing high, panicked little cries from his lips as he was driven closer and closer to the edge.
Rain came pressed down into the floor, tears streaming down his eyes as his cock was rubbed ruthlessly, chest dragging across the hard wooden floor. His helpless clenching around the cock inside of him slowed his captor not at all, only making him groan loudly into the skin of Rain’s neck as he ground in harder, his balls slapping hard against Rain’s ass.
He rode Rain well past the point of over-sensitivity, driving in like he was doing his best to force as many high, pained moans from Rain as he could get as his thrusts grew more erratic, before he finally rabbited in a last few hard shots, shoving his hips tight to Rain’s ass and spilling inside of him, hot and wet and full.
He stayed there, pressed close and heavy over Rain’s back until he went soft, pulling out slowly, far enough away that cold air rushed over Rain’s tender, abused hole. Rain was sure he was gaping open, trying to clench down on the space that had been carved inside him, where could feel the come sliding out of him, dripping down his taint as he twitched.
A proprietary hand landed in a hard smack over Rain’s ass, making him jump with the force of it before it moved to finger the bite mark still smarting on his ass cheek.
“All mine.”
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Gentle hands brushed Rain’s hair out of his face as he was wiped down with a warm wash cloth, softly scrubbing the tears from his face, the mess between his thighs. Rain whined, rolling his forehead into the floor and being very still as those hands picked at and unwound the rope binding his hands together, pulling his re-purposed shirt off after them.
Ouch. He’d been prepared for the burning in his shoulders, and for the rope rub, but he’d forgotten how bad floor-sex chafed his nipples. In the moment it had felt all scary and sexy and very on brand for the mean-captor scenario, and it had definitely been hot, but now he wanted something for the raw, swollen skin. Or maybe some kisses. Or both.
He rolled over onto his back so he could shake out his wrists, lying flat as he kicked off his own shorts and underwear, lying achy and glowing and humming with satisfied energy as he searched the room for his Daddy.
Phayu hadn’t gone far. He was sitting back on his heels right next to Rain, in fact, pants zipped back up and a blanket in one hand, the wash cloth discarded in a bowl by his knee.
He was watching Rain carefully, waiting. This sweet man. Ridiculous. Rain wriggled over towards him without sitting up, which probably looked as ridiculous as it felt, but it got him close enough to bump his forehead against Phayu’s knee.
“Hi, Daddy,” he said, craning his neck to bite playfully at Phayu’s jeans.
Instantly, Phayu was swooping down to cover Rain in soft, gentle kisses, peppering them over his face, making Rain giggle uncontrollably.
“Hi, baby.” Phayu rested his forehead against Rain’s eyes closed as they just breathed each other in for a moment.
That had been a pretty heavy scene. Very intense. Exactly what Rain had wanted.
“So good for me, my sweet boy, you were perfect,” Phayu said, dropping sweet kisses to into Rain’s hair.
He was wrapped in a blanket, scoped up from the floor, and cuddled firmly to Phayu’s chest as his hubby tucked them both into their bed, close and safe and warm.
“How are you feeling, baby?” Phayu asked softly into the air above Rain’s head.
Rain stretched deliciously. He felt wrung out, exhausted, and pleasantly sore. “So good, Daddy,” he mumbled into the underside of Phayu’s jaw. “That was so good.” Rain licked at Phayu’s chin, following up with a kiss when Phayu laughed softly.
He propped himself up a little bit to look Phayu in the face. Phayu sounded good, happy, but Rain had done his reading after he’d thought about how he wanted to enact his kidnapping fantasies, and he knew that top-drop was a thing to look out for. His Daddy had taken such good care of him. The last thing he wanted was for Phayu to feel upset or uncertain, or unsure of himself.
So Rain doubled down.
“My Daddy takes such good care of me, treats me so nice.”
Phayu looked at him, considering, Rain hovering close enough to watch his mysterious thoughts percolating behind those deep, beautiful eyes. Rain never knew what Phayu was thinking. But that was okay. Rain knew how to ask.
“How are you feeling, phi?” He tried to ask the same way that Phayu always asked him; no judgment, no pressure, just curiosity.
Phayu’s gaze turned quietly pleased, the change just the tiniest lightening of his eyes, the smallest curving of his lips.
“I’m feeling good, sweetheart.”
“What are you thinking about?” Rain asked, chewing absently at the inside of his lip.
Phayu gently reached out a thumb to pull that lip loose from between Rain’s teeth, before throwing over the movement entirely to haul Rain over him, getting his arms around Rain’s back, crushing him gently into Phayu’s chest.
“How much you trust me.”