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George knew someone was watching him.
He shifted nervously in the cold plastic seat of the bus he was on. The feeling of eyes burned the back of his scalp and a bead of cold sweat dripped down his neck.
Not wanting to alert the person that he knew they were watching, he made a split-second decision. Pulling down on the cord, a short ding alerts the bus driver to stop at the next station.
Still not looking behind him, George collects his bag and makes his way to the doors of the bus. It’s only when the bus makes a full stop and he has one foot out the door that he looks behind to find the owner of the scorching gaze.
Dark green eyes, stormy and dangerous, stare right into his umber irises from the back of the bus. A white face mask obscured the rest of the stranger’s face, but George could see he was big , wavy blond hair barely touching broad shoulders.
He looked terrifying.
Not wanting to think about the man for another moment, George hurried off the bus and attempted to get his bearings. Luckily, he had only gotten off a few stops before his usual one, so the walk was not going to be terrible.
Shaking off the lingering inkling of dread, he started down the street, trying to focus on anything but the mysterious stranger.
The evening air was crisp and quiet, and George felt at peace. The artificial glow from the street lamps was the only source of light at the time, the sun having dipped under the horizon already.
About 2 blocks from his house was a street with no real sidewalks on either side. Usually, the bus would take him through the area, but since he had gotten off early, he had to walk along the road. Luckily, the area was incredibly deserted, so George wasn’t too worried about cars.
He had made it halfway down the road when he noticed something at the turn onto his block. Under the light of the street lamps, there was a shadow, human-like in shape and unmoving.
Just a dog or something , George reasoned, chastising his paranoid brain, which had immediately jumped to the stranger on the bus. George continued down the road, no longer seeing the shadow.
At the turn, he looked all around but didn’t see any trace of a human around. Laughing quietly at his irrational fear, he continued down the street.
Suddenly, a dull pain registered in the back of his head. His knees buckled at the impact, ears ringing. Before he could fall to the floor, however, two large hands grabbed him and he was tossed carelessly over a shoulder.
“You’re coming with me, little lamb,” was the last thing George heard before he was rendered unconscious from the pain, not even having a chance to scream for help.
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When he came to, the first thing George noticed was that his arms were raised high above his head, and he was handcuffed to a bed frame. As his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the room, George’s heart dropped:
The green-eyed stranger from on the bus was staring right at him, a wolfish grin on his face.
“Good morning darling, did you sleep well? I didn’t expect the hit to keep you out for that long, I’ve been waiting here for almost half an hour!” said the stranger, sounding almost offended.
The gravity of the situation hit George all at once:
He was in a stranger’s bedroom, tied up with no way to escape, and was probably going to die down here.
He began thrashing at his restraints, desperately trying to free himself.
“LET ME GO! Let me go you fucking freak! Let me GO!” he began yelling hysterically, tears streaming down his face.
The stranger did not like that one bit and stood up from where he was sitting. Making his way to the bed, he raised his hand, the grin on his face having changed to rage.
SMACK!
The sound of the slap registered before the pain. The stranger had backhanded George’s cheek, a bright red mark beginning to bloom in wake of the hit.
Once the pain fully registered, George interrupted his own yelling with a wail, the sting too much for him to handle.
“Aww, did that hurt?” mocked the stranger, rubbing the area of impact lightly before reeling his hand back and slapping the other side of George’s face with equal force.
George sobbed, recoiling as best he could from the stranger.
“St-stay the fuck away from me! I don’t know what you want or who you are but please let me go home!” he cried out, red and stinging cheeks being wet by a torrent of tears.
“Sweetheart, you aren’t going anywhere. I suggest you stop complaining and control your dirty whore mouth before I have to gag you.” replied the stranger calmly, long fingers carding through George’s chocolate locks. “As for who I am, I go by Dream, but you call me sir or daddy…”
Ever the spitfire, George refused to give up. With a moment of renewed strength, he began pulling at his restraints. “Fuck you, fuck you, FUCK YOU! I’m not going to be a part of your sick fucking fantasies!!” he yelled, throat starting to feel hoarse.
Dream, more like fucking nightmare, that’s what all this is, thought George frantically as he felt the metal cuffs chafing his skin.
“That’s it. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, darling” hissed Dream. He pulled something from behind his back and began moving it close to George’s face. It looked like a necklace, but there was a big ball on the front…
Oh no. Fucking- NO!
It was a ball gag, George realized with horror, panic increasing tenfold.
He began thrashing once again, but Dream held his head straight with a bruising grip on his scalp. “Stay fucking still !” he growled as he fastened the gag around the brunet’s head.
The blond looked at George, admiring his handiwork. “There you go, now the little whore has an accessory to go with his cute face,” he taunted, wiping the saliva that was beginning to pool and drip from George’s mouth.
Now unable to speak, all George could do was sob pitifully as Dream began pulling off his pants. His pale legs were soon put on display for the blond, who traced his large hands up and down them, squeezing harshly on his upper thigh.
“So perfect, so gorgeous for me. All for me…” the taller man mused to himself, before reaching into the darkness of the room and pulling out a large knife.
George nearly fainted at the sight. This guy was going to stab him, and there was nothing he could do about it. He closed his eyes tight, praying to anyone who would listen that this wasn’t the end for him.
He felt the sharp tip of the knife graze against his jugular, but it didn’t pierce the skin. Instead, the blade of the knife cut down through the fabric of his shirt, tearing it jaggedly in half.
Dream noticed George’s fear at the sight of the knife and smiled wickedly. “No baby, I’m not going to use this on you. Maybe another time, but tonight, all the marks on your body are going to be made by me.”
The promise of “another time” renewed the tears falling from George’s eyes. He didn’t want there to be another time, much less this time happening right now.
Staying true to his word, the blond began kissing George’s chest, biting harsh marks into the milky skin, staining it a sinful shade of red. After leaving a motley of bruises on his upper body, the larger man moved back down to George’s thighs, marking those up as well.
Despite the pure fear running through his veins, the feeling of Dream’s warm mouth so close to his dick was causing it to harden, arousal mixing dangerously with terror.
A particularly hard bite in the most sensitive area of his thigh caused him to whine aloud, face flushing red as Dream noticed his arousal.
“I knew you liked this. Dirty little slut , getting off to someone touching you like this,” Dream crowed, kissing away the hot tears of shame flooding from George’s face.
His nerves were on fire; his mind told him this was wrong, but his body was betraying him. The combination of Dream’s dirty words and equally filthy actions had his cock erect and leaking and his entire body flushed with want .
“Such a good boy, giving into me so easily. Now, if you promise to stop being a little brat, I’ll ungag you. I miss your beautiful voice,” soothed the blond, tilting George’s head up, his face a mess of tears and drool, eyes puffy from crying.
George weakly nodded, wanting to be rid of the gag in his mouth. Dream made a move to unclasp the gag, but before he did, an idea popped into his head.
“When I take this off, only refer to me as daddy or sir, as I said earlier. If you don’t, then I’ll throw you out into the street like the whore you are,” he threatened, watching as George’s eyes filled with horror at the prospect.
He finished ungagging George and waited for a verbal response.
“Yes… d-daddy.”
Dream’s face lit up with a manic grin at the words. “Fuck, darling, you don’t know what you do to me. Such a dirty mouth deserves to be made even dirtier, don’t you agree?”
George paled, not knowing what he meant. Suddenly, a large hand gripped his hair and forced his head to tilt back, mouth falling open in surprise.
Dream spit harshly into George’s mouth, some of it missing and landing on the side of his cheek. George couldn’t help the filthy whine that he let out at the feeling, mind beginning to cloud with a mix of fear and pleasure.
“Good little whore, now swallow ,” purred Dream, watching as George did, almost too far gone to disobey.
Yanking down his underwear, the taller man spit once more, this time into the rough palm of his hand, and began moving his saliva-slicked fist up and down George’s dick at an unforgiving pace.
George cried out at the sudden sensation, the brutal movements were so painful that they were pleasurable. Dream’s large hand practically covered his dick, something that George noticed blearily through the haze of pleasure clouding his senses.
After only a few minutes of Dream roughly jerking him off, George felt the warm pit in his stomach increasing in temperature, becoming white hot almost instantly.
S-sir please! ‘M so close, please sl-slow down-!” George begged pathetically, too weak to do much else than slightly wiggle his legs. the blond only chuckled and began stroking his dick at a faster pace.
“Not a chance sweetheart. I want you to come for me, give into what you truly want. Look at you, getting this worked up from a stranger raping you,,”
If George wasn’t close already, the hot shame of Dream’s degrading words tipped him over the precipice, come shooting out of his cock in hot spurts, staining Dream’s hand and parts of his shirt.
Dream cooed at George’s moans and whines, sounding like music to his ears. “That’s it, that’s right, give in to the pleasure darling…” Dream murmured as he milked the orgasm out of George.
As the brunet was recovering from the shock, he barely noticed that his hands were being uncuffed and he was flipped onto his stomach. As he came back into his senses, a feeling of dread crept into his stomach, replacing the arousal from moments earlier.
Did he really just do that? Come at the hands of a stranger? A man who kidnapped him?
A fresh round of humiliated tears began streaming down his face at the realization. At this rate, he would never escape this hellhole.
The blond noticed George crying and made a quick motion to lick up the salty tears. Moving his tongue downwards, he began kissing George roughly, the smaller man still incredibly pliant and boneless from his orgasm. He groaned as George’s plush lips fell open, giving him a chance to work his tongue into his warm, wet mouth.
The kiss brought George fully back to his senses. He noticed that the dull ache of the handcuffs had disappeared, and quickly reasoned that he was no longer restrained. He began kissing Dream back, hoping to distract him enough.
Sure enough, Dream groaned once more into the kiss and deepened it further, too busy licking every inch of George’s mouth to notice that the younger was subtly shifting them to the edge of the bed.
The plan came quickly to George’s head; find the discarded knife, use it to ward off Dream, gather any clothes he could, and book it the fuck out of wherever he was. Seemed easy enough.
After a few more moments of kissing, George moved swiftly off the bed, breaking the kiss and stumbling to the floor, desperately searching for the knife. His breathing became erratic as he couldn’t see or feel the blade anywhere. Where was it? Where the fuck was it???
Suddenly, a dark chuckle from above him caused him to jump back from the bed. Dream was standing over him, looking down with pity and rage swirling in his eyes.
“Stupid slut, you’d think I’d let you get away that easily? No ! You’re my toy, and you belong to me !” he yelled, yanking George by the hair and onto the bed, pinning down both of his wrists with one hand. The other held the knife to George’s throat, where his fluttering pulse pounded in his ears.
“Now, you try to do anything like that again, and I’ll bleed you out like a pig. Your job is to sit here and be a good little fucktoy for me,” Dream said. “Do you understand, slut?”
George frantically nodded, a choked sob escaping his mouth. He was slowly becoming resigned to his fate, to being this man’s cumdump forever. His brain was desperately fighting to create a new escape plan, but he couldn’t seem to form a cohesive thought.
“Use your words sweetheart,” Dream demanded, wanting to hear how wrecked his toy had become.
“Sorry daddy, I- I won’t do it again. I’ll be good!” George stuttered, lightheaded from fear of the cold blade pressed against his neck. Dream seemed satisfied, however, and slowly removed the knife from its resting place.
“Good slut. Now, as a punishment for trying to escape, I’m going to need you to get on your hands and knees. That’s it, there’s a good boy,” Dream praised as George shakily did as he was told. The brunet was shaking like a leaf, terrified for what was coming next.
A soft piece of black cloth was tied over his eyes, vision going dark. George whimpered at the loss of one of his senses, suddenly hyper-aware of every sound and sensation near him.
The first hit caught him by surprise, a hoarse, broken scream ripping from his throat as the pain registered. Dream had just spanked him, the electric pain going straight to his dick. Before he could say or do anything, an identical blow of pain hit his ass again.
George moaned brokenly at the feeling, unable to stop the red-hot pain from getting him hard once again. He felt so dirty, getting hard from being spanked !
Observant as always, Dream noticed the effect his supposed “punishment” was having on the smaller man.
“You filthy little freak, getting off from me spanking you. I really got lucky with you, little lamb, taking everything I give you so well. I can’t wait to hear the sounds you make when I fuck you,” he whispered in George’s ear, delighting at the breathy whines he got in return.
“P-please!” George sobbed, not even fully knowing what he was begging for. Gone was the fight and fire in his mind; it was instead replaced by pure desperation, a need for Dream to give his weeping cock some attention.
“No no darling, you’re not in a place to beg for anything . You have to take what I give you, and be thankful that I didn’t decide to slit your pretty little throat.” Dream snarled, leaning in to bite harshly at George’s neck. He sucked mulberry marks onto the skin, eliciting loud whines from the brunet.
Once he was satisfied with the massacre of marks on George’s neck, Dream forced three fingers into George’s mouth. The smaller mean squeaked at the intrusion but was too far gone to actually do anything, letting the fingers sit in his mouth.
With his free hand, Dream spanked George three more times, reveling in how his whines got higher pitched with each blow.
“You better start sucking darling, or I’ll fuck you with no prep.” Dream advised, not missing how George’s lust-blown eyes widened at what was implied.
Dream was going to… fuck him? Some semblance of clarity appeared in his mind, warning him that this was a fucking stranger, who could do any number of horrible things to him at any moment.
However, the alarm bells were quickly being drowned out by a more primal part of his brain yelling at him to do as he was told. After all, his neglected dick was so hard it almost hurt.
The brunet began obediently sucking on the digits, moaning at the feeling of Dream’s large hands in his mouth and on his body.
The blond had stopped spanking him as soon as his fingers were in George’s warm, wet mouth, and was now lightly gripping at the brunet’s throat, restricting his airflow.
George’s head was getting deliciously fuzzy; thoughts were swimming hazily through his mind, and distantly he realized he was finding it harder to breathe.
Feeling that his fingers were sufficiently wet, Dream made a move to pull them out of George’s mouth. The brunet whined softly in protest, trying pathetically to follow the fingers with his face. However, Dream’s light yet strong grip on his neck made it hard for him to move anywhere at all.
“Eager little slut, aren’t you? Don’t worry, you’ll like what’s happening next,” Dream soothed as he moved his saliva-coated fingers to George’s blooming red ass. He also loosened his grip on the smaller man, manhandling him into being pushed face-first into the mattress.
George was so blissed out that he barely noticed the dull pain of a finger pushing past his rim. When the wriggling intrusion lightly brushed against his prostate, however, he let out a strangled cry of confused pleasure.
D-DreAM!” he whined pathetically, crying out at the feeling of a second finger joining the first, scissoring harshly inside him. The pain was almost unbearable, but some sick part of George (probably the one that was getting off from being fucked by his kidnapper) wanted to feel more of the red-hot pain.
He mewled and pushed back on Dream’s fingers, looking up from the mattress, lust-blown eyes looking up needily at the blond.
Dream groaned at how needy his little lamb was, so precious and innocent. “You want more? Ok, I’ll give you just what you need.”
Without any warning, Dream plunged his third finger in and began pumping in and out of George with reckless abandon. With each push into his hole, he managed to hit George’s prostate dead-on, in almost a calculated manner.
George let out hoarse screams of pleasure, feeling another orgasm hurl toward him with each movement. Dream reeled his hand back and harshly slapped the brunet’s face, which pushed George over the edge for a second time, spilling pearlescent white over the bedsheets. He writhed on the bed at the force of his orgasm, still being pounded mercilessly by Dream’s thick fingers.
Once he had ridden out the aftershocks of pleasure, he began whining in pain at the overstimulation to his already spent body. “‘S too much! T-too much!” he wailed, trying to stop the abuse to his prostate.
“Aww, does the little baby think he can tell me what to do? You should know by now, I call the shots around here,” Dream taunted while slowing down his movements.
“Yes- yes daddy, sorry daddy. Didn’t mean to- please!” George babbled nonsensically, too far to string together coherent sentences.
“Ok baby, because you begged so pretty, I’ll stop. Maybe it’s time to give my little lamb the real thing,” Dream mused to himself, removing his fingers harshly. He reached over to the darkness of the room once more and procured a small bottle of lube.
Pouring some in his hands, he quickly shucked off his own pants and boxers, stroking his cock to lube it up. Meanwhile, George had semi-recovered from his high and had groggily turned to lay on his back and watch Dream.
He looked at the blond’s cock, thinking distantly that it was much too big to fit inside him. However, Dream did not share the same reserves or sentiments and quickly lined his throbbing cock up to George’s puffy hole.
He thrust to the hilt suddenly and without warning, eliciting another broken cry from George. The brunet began cursing nonsensically as Dream pounded in him harshly, wrapping the smaller man’s ankles around his back to go even deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, feels so good daddy! Love this so much, feels- FUCK- feels so g’d!!” George cried, brain silent other than a repeated mantra of good good fuck good daddy good feels so good.
“Such a perfect little fucktoy for me, so pliant and good. You won’t ever run away, right? You’ll let me use you for my pleasure every day from now on, always needy for your daddy’s cock.” Dream rambled, chasing his own pleasure.
“Yes, yes, YES! I’ll do anything for daddy, I want to be his little fucktoy forever!” George cried, tears pouring down his face, the overstimulation reaching a crescendo.
“I’m so close baby, gonna take my come so well, gonna fill you up,” Dream growled, thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his climax.
George couldn’t even reply, rendered nonverbal by the sheer pleasure he was experiencing.
Dream thrust once, twice, three more times before reaching his climax, spilling white-hot into the brunet, moaning at the feeling.
With a high pitch whine, George followed suit with his third orgasm of the night, a few pitiful dribbles of cum leaking from his dick.
He felt his vision starting to go dark as Dream pulled out, and the last thing he heard before his world descended into shadows was:
“Can’t wait for you to be my little cumdump forever…”
-
George woke groggily to the feeling of a cold towel gently wiping his legs and ass. He looked around, blinking at the soft lighting illuminating the room. His boyfriend Dream was at the foot of the bed, cleaning him off as best he could, looking sadly at the marks adorning George’s body.
“You’re awake, good!” Dream smiled as he noticed the smaller man had awoken. “I was so worried that I had gone way too hard.”
George’s throat hurt like a motherfucker, but he managed a “No, it was good” before laying down again, too tired to do much else.
“Oh baby, I have some hot tea for your throat.” Dream said, offering a steaming mug to the brunet, who gratefully accepted it.
“Th’nk you,” George mumbled softly as he drank the tea.
“Of course my love. You know, when you brought this scene up to me, I was a bit nervous, but tonight I think was the hardest I’ve ever come.” Dream chuckled, almost embarrassed at his admission.
“Mmm, dn’t wan’ talk r’ght now Dr’mie,'' George mumbled, already succumbing to the haze of sleep once again. “Cuddle?”
Dream smiled warmly at his perfect boyfriend, cuddling up to him softly, placing a chaste kiss on the crown of his head. “Of course angel, anything for you.”
The two drifted off to sleep, in a warm embrace of love and trust. They could talk in the morning.