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If Ashton didn’t know any better, he’d say that something had died in this room. He didn’t want to judge, maybe some people just liked having messy bedrooms, but when it got to the point of smelling this bad, he felt that it was clearly time to tidy up a bit, especially if one was having a guest over. He contemplated getting up and going home, but needles were driving themselves into his head right now and he hoped that staying in bed a bit longer would alleviate the pain, even if the smell had his stomach roiling.
Ashton shifted, feeling a cramp in his arm. He moved to adjust it, noting that he’d slept with both above his head for some reason, but didn’t get very far, hearing a metallic clinking.
“Finally awake?”
Opening his eyes, Ashton squinted up at the ceiling of what must be a dingey basement. How drunk had he been to think staying the night here was a good idea?
“I once had a guy suffocate in his sleep, ‘cause I left him sitting up.”
“What?”
Ashton was startled to alertness by something hard and rough yanking at his wrists, pulling him almost into a sitting position as someone grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him back against a wall. He tried to pull his arms down to his chest defensively, but whatever was pulling at them was stronger, forcing them up above his head again.
“Fuck.” His eyes didn’t focus for a moment, dizziness pounding in his head.
“You want some water?”
Peering up, Ashton found a blond stranger in a black singlet standing over him. “What the fuck?”
“It’s okay,” the guy assured him, pulling up a plastic lawn chair, “I’m not gonna keep you here forever. My mum’s coming over in a couple of weeks, so you’ll definitely be dead before then.”
Dead?
Ashton looked up, finding his wrists bound in padlocked chains, which in turn were locked to a ring high on the wall. He scrambled to his feet, getting enough slack in the chain to lower his arms.
A low whuff echoed from the corner of the room.
“It’s okay, ‘Tunie,” the guy reassured the large white bulldog that stared at Ashton, “He’s just another guest.”
The dog sniffed at the air in Ashton’s direction, then decided that the long, thin bone under its paws was more interesting and started gnawing on it. Ashton again became aware of that awful smell, stomach turning.
“What the fuck is this? Who are you?”
“I’m Luke, remember?”
Ashton couldn’t remember anything from last night. He must have drank way more than he’d planned, he realised with a pang. He’d been trying not to get so drunk anymore.
“Get this shit off me,” he demanded, shaking his chain at Luke.
“But then you could hurt me,” Luke said with a frown, “Or Petunia.”
“Not if you just let me go.”
“So you can call the cops?”
“You don’t wanna do this.”
“Yeah I do,” Luke replied, checking Ashton out, “I really do.”
Shit.
Ashton glanced up at the small window on the wall behind him. “Hey! Help me, I’m trapped in this guy’s basement!”
“You can yell if you want, but nobody lives close enough to hear you,” Luke told him, “Just us three out here.”
Taking a deep breath, Ashton stared down at the chains around his wrists. “You’ve done this before?”
“Yeah, a bunch of times. Pretty good at it now.”
“You’re a serial killer.”
Luke shrugged. “Guess so.”
With a sigh, Ashton remembered that he’d planned on going out with Michael last night. “Is this a prank? ‘Cause… great, you got me. I needa go to work before I get fired.”
Standing, Luke whistled for the dog’s attention. “You don’t have to worry about getting fired anymore,” he replied as she trotted to his side, bounding up the steps out of the basement ahead of him.
Ashton looked back at the bloody bone Petunia had left.
Shit.
Ashton wondered how many serial killers there were in Australia, how many were active right at this very moment, how unlucky he was to have found one of them. He still wanted to believe that this was some kind of fucked up practical joke, but his handful of years learning medicine left him with no choice but to admit that those were human arm bones in the corner.
It was hard to tell how long Luke had been gone by the time he came back, two water bottles in hand. Hours, it was safe to say. The light coming in from the tiny window seemed to have dimmed as if the sun were getting lower.
“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” Ashton asked as he stood to accept the water bottle Luke offered.
“Not in the mood,” he replied as he sat back in the chair and opened his bottle.
“The mood.”
“Can’t do it if I’m not in the mood.”
“Right. Of course.” Ashton cracked open his own bottle to take a sip.
“How’s your head?”
Ashton eyed him. “Fine.”
“You downed like… so many drinks after the one I roofied,” he said, smiling a little, “I almost couldn’t get you out the door without people looking, you know?”
“You roofied me?”
“Do you normally let strange men chain you up in their basements?”
“Is that what it usually takes to get people to come home with you?”
That made Luke frown.
“Where’s the dog?”
“Petunia’s out back. She likes to explore around dusk.”
“You feed her human bones.”
“She likes a treat every now and then.”
Ashton had to marvel about how casual Luke was about all of this. He was a kidnapper, a real-life serial killer, yet nothing about that phased him, no malice or lunacy seeped into his words or demeanour and gave him away. Ashton wasn’t surprised he’d so easily let Luke take him home last night. He even looked trustworthy.
Maybe that was why Ashton didn’t feel as afraid as he should. In the hours he’d spent in this putrid basement, a certainty that Luke truly intended to kill him had sunken in, yet even after wracking his mind for a means of escape and coming up short, the only describable feeling Ashton had had since waking up was boredom.
As if reading his mind, Luke tilted his head. “You bored down here?”
Well. There was one other feeling.
Ashton shrugged. “I reckon we could have some fun. You take these off–” He jangled his chains. “–and I make you choke.”
Luke coughed, actually choking on some water.
“Kinda tempting?” Ashton asked with a grin.
“No.” Despite all his staring today, Luke refused to look him in the eye now, pretending to fret over the spilled water on his singlet.
“Sure it is,” Ashton replied, “You went to all this work to get me alone, didn’t you?”
“Shut up,” Luke whined.
Ashton smirked. This guy was too easy.
“C’mon,” he tried, tossing his water bottle to Luke, “I am fuckin’ bored down here, so how about we leave the chains on and you just keep me company?” His eyes strayed down to Luke’s singlet and the barely-concealed form beneath it. “Start with that, hey? Take it off for me.”
Luke eyed him with a pout for a moment, as if gauging whether or not he was serious, before setting both bottles on the ground and standing. To Ashton’s surprise and delight, he tugged the hem of the top free from his waistband.
“Don’t know you were such a good boy,” Ashton teased as Luke pulled it over his head, tossing it away.
Luke stood frozen, as if waiting. Ashton took in the milky skin that must rarely see sunlight, the freckles sprinkled on his shoulders, the mousy hair on his chest, his soft hips and muscled arms.
Ashton licked his lips. “Not too bad.”
With surprising speed for his large size, Luke crossed the room and pushed Ashton back against the wall to kiss him. Usually, Ashton was a very hands-on lover; he liked to get to know the bodies he enjoyed, savour the warmth and memorise every inch for a night.
As it was, Ashton could only stand still and allow Luke to try him out, mind racing for a way out of his chains, though not with escape as a goal.
“Show me the rest,” Ashton gasped the moment Luke pulled away long enough to breathe.
Luke kicked off his shoes, fumbling with his fly. He had to bend to see what he was doing, Ashton finding himself wanting to sink his teeth into his soft, enticingly creased tummy.
Finally getting the fly undone, Luke pushed his pants to the ground and kicked them away, then stood up straight as if awaiting more instruction.
“Keen, aren’t you?” Ashton said with a smirk.
Luke’s dick already stood at attention.
“Thought it would be bigger,” he teased, “Don’t think I’ve ever fucked a guy with one that small.”
Cheeks flushed, Luke glanced down at his dick. “I think I’m in the mood now.”
Too late, Ashton noticed the small kitchen knife in Luke’s hand, vaguely wondering where it had come from as he drove it into his stomach. Warmth began to spread through Ashton’s shirt the moment the knife came out.
“Shit.”
He touched the spreading dark patch, staring at the rust on his fingertips.
“Are you okay?” Luke asked. He was frowning at Ashton.
“Huh?”
“Um… sit down.”
Although Ashton thought that maybe he should keep pressure on the wound, he allowed the hands on his shoulders to push him to the ground. Luke followed him down, hands moving to his face as he leaned in for another kiss.
Despite having bigger things to worry about, Ashton’s focus was drawn to the leg Luke threw over his thigh to straddle it and, remembering what they were doing, he pulled back to speak.
“You put a lot of work into fucking with my drink, getting me in your car and tying me up down here,” he said with a short laugh, “Just the drink would have been enough to convince me to let you… embarrass yourself like this.”
Luke squeaked in embarrassment, biting at Ashton’s jaw to hide his face as he pushed his dick against Ashton’s thigh, hands moving up his arms. At least someone was getting to do some exploring.
“You gonna get yourself off on my leg?” Ashton murmured into Luke’s ear, “Make yourself cum just from that like some cheap pornstar?”
Luke whimpered, nodding.
“That’s fucking pathetic,” he laughed softly, “You gonna fuckin’ scream for me too?”
Nodding again, he moaned louder, then louder again, grinding hard on Ashton’s thigh as he threw his head back, exposing his neck. He was truly pornographic, putting on this humiliating act just for Ashton.
Luke’s hands strayed further up, as if to grip the chain for stability, but Ashton caught his wrists, gripping them tightly.
“Gonna make yourself cum for me?” he sneered, “Humping my leg like a dog? No…” He laughed. “Dogs have self-control.”
Luke gasped, hips rutting as cum spilled onto the black of Ashton’s jeans.
“That was fast.”
“‘M sorry,” Luke groaned.
“That’s gonna stain if you don’t clean it up, huh?” he said, releasing his wrists.
Despite the dazed look in his eyes, Luke nodded and scrambled off of Ashton’s lap to bend down and lick at the mess.
“Jesus.” He’d had no idea they made them like Luke. “C’mon, ass up for me.”
How had this man had the guts to kidnap Ashton? He seemed like he’d rather be the one chained up in a shitty basement to be used as a breathing, bleeding sex toy.
“Good thing you’ve got me chained up, huh?” Ashton said, eyes on that round ass, “I’d put you on the ground and fuck you until you screamed if I wasn’t. You get a look at the goods when I was out?”
Luke looked up at him, shaking his head. “No, sir.”
“Sir.” Ashton laughed. “Get it out for me. Good boy.”
Ever obedient, Luke undid Ashton’s belt and fly, brow furrowing when he reached in and found his dick. His hand felt so small around it as he wordlessly pulled it out.
Letting it go, Luke sat back to stare. The waistband of Ashton’s underwear kept it upright, the head eclipsing his belly button as red flowed around it.
“No prep,” Ashton decided, noting how Luke’s eyes widened, “Not for you. I reckon it’d be good for you if it hurt. I’d just hold you down and have my fun.”
“Can I suck it?” he asked softly.
“So polite,” Ashton chuckled, “Go ahead.”
He lifted himself enough for Luke to shimmy his jeans down for better access, grunting at the flare of pain in his gut. He’d have to take it easy for this one, he thought. Head falling back, he frowned at his chains. Not that he had much choice.
Again, Luke pushed his ass up for Ashton’s viewing pleasure as he bent down to take the head of his reddened dick between his lips. He seemed eager to taste it, tongue further slicking up the tip as he bobbed his head.
“Are you tight?” Ashton wondered, “You don’t seem good at picking guys up, I bet you’re barely used, huh? But I guess you probably fuck yourself with anything you can fit up there anyway. Bottles, cucumbers, knife handles…” He stared into the golden curls on the back of Luke’s head. “That’s all you deserve anyway.”
Luke hummed in contented agreement, leaning down to take Ashton deep. Ashton groaned as his throat constricted around him, shuddering.
“Not too bad at head, huh?” Ashton grunted, taking as deep a breath as the pain in his gut allowed, “Maybe you are good for something. By fleshlight standards, at least.”
Despite Ashton’s ribbing about his possible inexperience, Luke quickly brought him to a dizzying climax. Through the thrumming of his heart, Ashton registered Luke’s hum of satisfaction as cum hit hit tongue.
“Don’t swallow,” Ashton blurted breathlessly as Luke sat up.
He blinked at him.
“Wanna see it on you.”
Eyes never leaving Ashton’s, Luke leaned back and dribbled the cum onto his chest.
“Disgusting,” Ashton breathed.
It soaked that soft chest hair, dripping down to his belly button and pooling. Ashton had a brief thought about marked territory, wondering if anyone else had ever seen Luke like this.
“You’re fun,” Luke said with a shy smile as he licked his rust-tinted lips.
Sighing, Ashton let his eyes slip shut, head falling back between his arms. Focusing on things was too much work. He loved his round twos, but this time the idea of dozing off seemed much more appealing.
He’d had his fun with his killer. Why not end on a high note?