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Antinous woke up slowly, and painfully. His thoughts felt muddied and blurred, almost like he was drunk. He hadn’t been drinking though, had he?
He slowly peeled his eyes open and stared at the ceiling above him. It took him a minute to realize that he didn’t recognize it. That wasn’t his ceiling. Why wasn’t it his ceiling? What happened last night?!
Antinous remembered a normal day at work, he thought. He remembered going to work, coming home, watching TV, falling asleep… he hadn’t gone home with anyone, or gone to a party or anything. So why wasn’t he in his room? Where was he?!
He tried to get up, only to come to the sudden realization that his hands, and his feet, were bound to the bed. He was in a strange place in a strange bed and he was bound like a whore. And he was naked. Fuck.
Antinous was marginally glad that whatever was in his system (because he had to have been drugged, that was the only answer, but by whom and with what-?) didn’t allow him to panic, because otherwise he would absolutely be panicking. He’d been kidnapped. He’d been abducted. He didn’t know where he was or if anyone knew he was missing or if his abductors wanted anything-
He heard a door open, and swung his head around, scanning the room. It was… just a bedroom. A normal bedroom, if it weren’t for the fact that Antinous was currently tied up in it. The door shut, and Antinous blinked at the young man who’d just entered.
He… sort of recognised his face, but for the life of him couldn’t recall anything about the kid.
His captor had bright, ocean-blue eyes and the sort of face that radiated innocence and naivety. The kind of face Antinous would, in any other circumstance, love to fuck until all that “purity” had been sullied by his cock. Who the fuck was this kid?
“You’re awake!” the boy chirped, walking to the side of the bed and popping a little kiss onto Antinous’ nose, “I’m so glad! I was worried I’d messed up the dosage there for a while, you slept so long!”
“What?” Antinous asked, utterly off-put by the joy his captor was radiating.
The boy smiled at him.
“The dosage! I needed you to be asleep for a while, so I gave you more than I probably should have. Sorry about that.”
Antinous blinked, then reminded himself that it didn’t matter how bizarre his captor was, this man had just admitted to drugging and abducting him!
“Who the fuck are you?” Antinous snapped, “What do you want?!”
His captor frowned unhappily at him.
“Don’t you remember me? You said I had the most fuckable ass you’d ever seen!” his captor said, an almost whiney tone entering his voice.
Antinous had no idea what the guy was talking about. Most fuckable-
Oh. Actually, Antinous had said that, hadn’t he?
“You- you’re that twink from the stoplight?” Antinous asked, more confused than ever.
His captor clapped his hands, grinning widely.
“I knew you remembered me! I’m Telemachus, by the way. I suppose I never gave you my name,” his captor said, smiling at Antinous like a love-sick teenager.
“Cool. Great. Wh- why did you kidnap me?” Antinous asked, too off-balance to be as mad as the situation really called for.
Telemachus kissed him on the nose again, looking thrilled.
“‘Cause you love me! And I love you! And it’s easier to have sex at my place. Soundproof walls,” Telemachus said, as if those were totally normal things to say to a complete stranger.
“Love- I don’t know you, you psycho!” Antinous shrieked.
Telemachus just giggled.
“Aww, that’s alright! We can get to know each other better later, I promise! Tonight’s our first night, though, my love, and I’m desperate to get to know your dick better first.”
Telemachus smiled at Antinous and began undressing. In any other circumstance, Antinous probably would have appreciated having an attractive guy stripping down in front of him. As it was, he was too stressed and panicked to enjoy it.
“Look, listen, I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t mean it! Let me go!” Antinous yelped, struggling against his bonds.
Telemachus pouted at him, dropping his underwear to the floor and stepping out of it.
“Don’t be nervous. I know what I’m doing,” Telemachus promised, trailing a hand over Antinous’ chest.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Antinous snapped.
Telemachus ignored him. He circled Antinous, stopping at the foot of the bed and looking up at him with what was probably supposed to be a seductive smile. Unfortunately, all Antinous could see was a viper poised to strike him.
“Wait, wait, look, I’m sorry, I don’t know you, please don’t-!”
Telemachus crawled onto the bed in-between Antinous’ legs as if deaf to his pleas. He smiled down at Antinous’ flaccid dick, which should have indicated how little Antinous wanted this. Instead, Telemachus cooed down at it, cupping it gently in his hands.
“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun,” Telemachus murmured, running his thumbs up Antinous’ shaft as if trying to soothe it.
Antinous bucked his hips, trying to dislodge Telemachus, but it just made him laugh.
“Eager, aren’t we! Alright, alright, I won’t leave you cold any longer.”
“No no WAIT-!”
Telemachus bent over and took Antinous’ dick into his mouth, letting out a pleased sound as he did. Antinous tried to buck him off again, but Telemachus held his hips down with a strength Antinous hadn’t been expecting.
The worst part was, it felt good. As much as both horror and disgust roiled in Antinous’ guts, Telemachus’ mouth felt so very good. His dick perked up almost immediately, responding readily to the soft lips and wet tongue massaging it.
“GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Antinous roared.
Telemachus ignored him. He just bobbed his head, sending shudders of pleasure up Antinous’ body. It wasn’t fair. Antinous would have loved to have brought Telemachus home for a good time; he would have loved shoving himself down Telemachus’ throat. But this wasn’t fun. This wasn’t-
Telemachus moaned, and Antinous slammed his head against the bed. It wasn’t firm enough to be satisfying, or distracting. All he could focus on was the feeling of Telemachus sucking his dick like it was his favorite lollipop.
“Why are you…” Antinous’ voice broke and he snapped his jaws shut.
He wasn’t going to cry. Not in front of this psychopath, not because he was getting a premium blowjob, and not because he’d never felt so powerless before in his life.
Telemachus pulled off his dick and smiled lovingly up at him.
“Because you’re mine. I love you, and you love me. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, and soon you won’t have to be tied down anymore! You’ll see!”
And then he went back to sucking Antinous’ dick. He wished it didn’t feel so good. He wished he could have remained soft and uncaring. It felt like his body was betraying him, reacting so positively to this… this… attacker.
“I don’t love you,” he whispered, “I don’t even know you. You’re insane. You’re crazy. I don’t-”
Antinous let out a strangled moan as Telemachus swallowed his dick into his throat and held it there, making Antinous’ hips twitch and jump. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to cum quickly and hope Telemachus would leave him alone, or if he wanted to never cum and hope Telemachus would grow tired of him eventually.
God, what would happen once Telemachus grew tired of him? Telemachus clearly knew how to give head, how many other guys had he drugged and abducted, and what had he done with them afterward? Antinous hadn’t exactly been keeping up with missing persons, how many men his age had just vanished…?
Telemachus moaned around Antinous again, and he slammed his head into the bed again. He hated how good that felt. He hated how much his body seemed to enjoy this.
But maybe he could make it work for him.
Antinous moaned a little, flexing his hips. He looked down at Telemachus, watching for any reaction. It… might have made Telemachus’ eyes crinkle in a smile.
He did it again. Definitely a smile.
Antinous swallowed the bile rising in his throat and rasped, “That’s… you… feel good…”
If Antinous had thought Telemachus was working him over before, he’d been mistaken. With one simple praise, Telemachus’ eyes lit up and Antinous was suddenly moaning for real. His hips bucked under Telemachus’ hold, unable to be restrained as Telemachus did things with his tongue that made Antinous almost see stars.
Telemachus swallowed around Antinous’ dick again, and Antinous almost wailed as he came, feeling Telemachus gulp down his seed with practiced efficiency.
(He had to have done this before. Antinous had to stay on Telemachus’ good side until he found a way to escape. There was no telling what Telemachus might do if he decided Antinous didn’t actually love him.)
Telemachus sat up, smiling brightly at Antinous. Antinous tried to smile back.
“That was… good,” he managed to force out, although the words felt like acid on his tongue.
“I told you I would take care of you,” Telemachus said smugly, and crawled off the bed.
Antinous watched him walk up to the head of it, and braced himself when Telemachus leaned in. He kissed Antinous’ neck, mouthed at it, and-
“FUCKING OW!”
Antinous tried to yank himself away from Telemachus, who (shockingly) allowed it, now offering Antinous a bloody smile from the bite he’d inflicted on Antinous’ throat.
“I love you,” Telemachus said dreamily, “And now you’ll never forget it!”
Antinous could feel blood running down his neck where Telemachus had sunk his teeth into Antinous’ flesh. The utterly besotted look on Telemachus’ face was horrific.
“I’ll go get us some food and water, okay? Then we can have more fun,” Telemachus said, patting Antinous’ shoulder before almost prancing over to the closet and opening it, pulling on a soft blue robe.
Telemachus left the room, humming to himself. Antinous waited until the door shut to try pulling at his bindings again.
He had to get out of here. He had to get out of here before Telemachus grew tired of his “love”, whatever he thought that was. What the fuck was up with the biting?! Had Telemachus… eaten…?
Antinous decided not to think about that. He was going to escape, and he was going to get the police, and he was going to avoid that one street for the rest of his life.
He really, really hoped he would be able to do that. He really, really hoped he’d do it soon. He wasn’t ready to die. Not tied to a bed, made a plaything by some psychotic twink, and not as another missing person.
God, Antinous hoped he wasn’t going to be another missing person.