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He had tried to leave, really. He had. But Dennis was too easy, too willing.
After seeing that man so alone at the bar, Dennis couldn’t help but walk up to him. To strike a conversation. He was put off by the fascination the other had in him, the glint in his eye. But it didn’t deter Dennis, even if alarm bells were ringing in his head.
“Thank you for talking to me,” the man, Titus, finally said after a pause in their conversation. “Hey. Let me do something for you. I can drive you home.” His head was down, thumbing at his pint of beer he hadn’t finished.
That was the only one he had ordered all night. Hell, by the looks of it, he hadn’t even drank enough to feel a buzz.
“Oh.. Why not,” Dennis chuckled a little. “I’m all paid out. You?”
Titus smiled up at him, with the same sort of fascination he couldn’t place his finger on. “Yeah.” He stood up, and Dennis realized just how tall he was. He stood beside the man, and Titus showed them out.
He noticed, vaguely, just how strange the clothing the other wore. He wondered if it were part of his religion, maybe, with how formal it all was. His thoughts were muddled when the man unlocked his car, Dennis scoffing softly in awe. “This is yours?”
It didn’t look too expensive, but Dennis saw that Mercedes logo. Those things started expensive. He wandered around to the backside of the car, noting it was a GLS. Whatever that meant. “The black is pretty.”
“Isn’t it? I had a matte coating put on it… It smudges easier.” Titus made a face of disgust for a second before opening the passenger door. “You can put your address in my car.”
Dennis turned his head, smiling softly. The aura of nervousness was starting to shed, and he climbed in, letting the other close the door behind him.
Dennis sent a quick text to Trinity that he’d either be home soon or be spending the night with someone. He really had no idea how it would be going, but this man seemed to have some money. He could play into that for just one night.
Titus entered the driver’s side and started the car up, looking down at the man in his passenger seat. “You are so gorgeous.”
Dennis felt his face flush, and he let out a breathy laugh. “Usually I don’t get called that on the way home unless there’s… something afterward.”
Titus chuckled lowly, leaning into Dennis’ space. The younger man couldn’t comprehend just how large Titus was. How much space he took up. He swallowed, eye contact faltering as he looked the man up and down.
“We could always go back to mine. My sister isn’t there tonight,” Titus moved away and sighed, buckling his seatbelt in.
“Rough relationship…?” Dennis asked, mimicking the other as he buckled himself in. “B-but… I’d like that. Can I tell my roommate I’ll be gone?”
Titus hummed in acknowledgment, letting Dennis get his phone out as he pulled out of the parking spot. “We like each other. We’re twins, so… it’s difficult to get me time, I guess.”
Dennis smiled, tucking his phone away after the text was shot off. “Sounds hard. Do you guys match outfits and all?” He tried to joke.
“No. Stopped that when we turned 18.”
That was weird to have matched for that long, but Dennis really didn’t care. His brain was in the mode of I’m about be laid.
“Tell me more,” Dennis said instead.
“We are the only two children of our father. He’s elderly by now, so we take turns checking in on him. He’s completely bedridden, so it’s… Hard.” Titus adjusted his grip on the steering wheel.
Dennis grimaced in pity, sighing. “It’s always hard seeing someone deteriorate in front of you. I’ve had my fair share of losses and people in that situation. It never gets better. I’m sorry. Is he in any pain?”
Titus shook his head, glancing down at Dennis. “No. He has a nurse to help with that.”
“Good,” Dennis smiled. “He’s in the best hands.”
The conversation petered out as they drove, Titus turning the music up. It wasn’t anything Dennis would listen to, but he was glad it wasn’t heavy metal blasting through the car. Just something different, but he was able to see past it. He looked out the window, gazing as they left the city. “You live far out?”
“Yeah, past west of Pittsburgh.” He replied calmly. “Here.”
He picked up an aux cable, and Dennis was quick to plug it in and put his own music on.
“Far off. Do you live in a house, then?”
“Yeah, something like that. It’s on a golf course.” Titus replied.
Dennis wanted to drop his jaw at that, but he pressed on, acting like it wasn’t the richest man he’s ever been with. “Wow, you must love it then, huh?”
“Oh, it’s okay.” Titus replied back, gazing over at Dennis before looking at his car’s dash.
By now, they were out in the middle of nowhere. Dennis realized there weren’t any streetlights anymore. He really didn’t know where they were. A small flicker of anxiety coursed through him. “I like other things more.”
Dennis swallowed and nodded, tapping his hands on his knees. He felt a mix of discomfort and excitement, his body not knowing what to do with both. He’d never hooked up with anyone from outside of town, especially so far, and wondered how he’d get back home. And how much an uber would even cost him. Before he could ask, Titus was rolling down his window. “Do you want to play a game?”
Dennis chuckled. “Not... really, no.”
“But this is my car,” Titus sounded like a child, eyebrows knitting as he stared at the road.
Dennis's mouth turned, wondering what this guy’s deal was all of the sudden. He didn’t even know how to respond. “Listen. Maybe we should head ba—“
Titus took the other's phone from the cup holder and unplugged it, chucking it out the window.
Dennis gaped, head spinning to look behind them. He realized it was completely dark out there. There was no possible way he was going to find that phone. And on top of it, this complete stranger just threw it out of the car. “What the fuck???” Dennis found himself raising his voice, not getting a moment to speak as Titus reached behind his center console to grab his concealed gun.
He cocked it before pointing it at Dennis's head, the man quieting down. His entire body shook as he felt the cold metal on his temple.
“I wanted to play with you.” Titus said softly, the car slowing down as he pulled off on the side of the road. “You hurt my feelings.”
Something about his tone was cold. Collected. Dennis had no idea what to do in this situation. He knew he needed out, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Do you not like me?” Titus moved the gun away just to put the car in park, then laid it on his lap. His hand was still holding it, but Dennis breathed a sigh of relief.
“I-I like you!” Dennis blinked the tears from his eyes, looking over at the other. He looked distraught, eyes down like he had just gotten in trouble. He was acting so childish. Dennis was scared of what someone like this could do.
“I like you… I wanted to go h-have sex with you,” Dennis cleared his throat. “I promise. I’m sorry…”
Titus looked up at him, seemingly pleading. He squeezed his eyes shut, gripping the gun tighter. “You did?”
Dennis inhaled sharply, “mhm. I did… n-now… We could… Play your game, if you want...” he just wanted to go home. His phone was probably somewhere out here. Maybe if he ran and hid in the woods—
“No, you don’t want to,” Titus swallowed, unbuckling his seatbelt. “You didn’t want to. No one ever wants to play with me…”
Dennis watched him, mortified. He shook his head quickly, “no no no… I just didn’t know what you wanted to play—“
“Get out.”
“Wh-“
“Get out of the fucking car, Dennis.”
The order sent a jolt through his body, and he yanked on the handle for a moment before thinking to shakily unlock it. He tried getting out, car opening and the seatbelt knocking him back. “Sorry..” he unbuckled himself from the seat and stumbled out of the car, falling to his hands and knees in the grass.
He heard Titus get out of the vehicle as well, and Dennis scrambled to stand.
“You wanted to go back to my house? To get laid?” Titus asked, suddenly right up on Dennis. He shut his own car door before pinning the man to it, gun shoved up against his jawline. Dennis gasped, eyes closing.
“I th-thought that… That was where..” he whimpered, tears falling down his face. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Titus sighed, gun’s barrel trailing down the younger’s throat, resting on his sternum. He moved to put the gun away, looking down to slide it into his holster on his thigh.
Dennis's eyes shot open, his vision still adjusting to the dark. With the gun not on him, he pushed Titus's chest and ran, stumbling into the woods.
He heard the man laugh from the treeline, and Dennis dove behind a tree, shaking violently.
“I knew you wanted to play!” Titus screamed into the woods, and Dennis heard his car doors open and shut a few times. He didn’t know what to do. He was being chased in the woods. In the middle of the night. He wondered if he got back to the vehicle, or even the road, if he could just start running back to Pittsburgh. Maybe there was a house he had missed on the way here. Maybe he could get away from it all.
His mind stopped as soon as he heard footsteps on the ground, crushing leaves and sticks as he walked. Dennis felt like he hadn’t run far enough, but he didn’t want to get lost in the woods.
“I hear you breathing.” Titus whispered, stopping in his tracks. Dennis, in turn, stopped breathing. His eyes bulged out as he realized how close the man was to his location, and Dennis tried to be as small as possible.
He didn’t hear the man walking closer until it was too late, a soft hand on his shoulder. “I found you.”
Dennis screamed, trying to get up and falling to his knees, Titus grabbing ahold of his shirt and yanking him toward himself.
Dennis fell back, head on Titus's chest. “So cute. You couldn’t even get far. Did you have a plan, honey?”
Titus shoved Dennis to the floor, sticks poking at his cheek as Titus ripped the man’s shoes off, then flipped Dennis over.
The younger of the two thrashed, screaming for help. His voice reverberated through the trees, and his arms flew upward to swat and claw at Titus. The man grunted, grabbing both his wrists in one hand and using his other to get a zip tie, tying them together quickly. “Do that one more time I will break your fucking wrists.”
Dennis heaved a sob, shaking his head. “No no no no, please please stop. Stop…”
Titus hummed, undoing the other’s belt as he watched Dennis. “You’re such a good catch. You’re not a virgin, are you?”
Dennis didn’t respond, sobbing loudly as he kicked weakly, knowing that no matter what, no one would be coming to save him.
Titus tugged the man’s pants and boxers off, sighing down at the other. “I know how uncomfortable the forest is. Poor thing…” He felt down Dennis's legs, and brushed his fingers across the expanse of his stomach, Dennis squirming the entire time. “I am going to hurt you now. But it’ll feel good eventually.”
Titus moved to unbuckle is own belt, shimmying his pants down to his knees. Dennis coughed out another sob, slowly shaking his head.
“I thought you wanted to have sex?” Titus replied, moving around to get into a pocket on his pants, pulling out a small bottle of lubricant. He was rock hard, already leaking. Dennis's throat gurgled in response, and he shook his head. “Please— it’ll hurt…”
“I know,” Titus hushed, leaning across Dennis's body. He smiled down at him, that same glint in his eye. It finally clicked for Dennis. That man was crazy. To drive the point home entirely, Titus carefully licked up some of the boy’s tears, sighing softly at the taste.
“You are incredible. I want to take you home after this, keep you safe…” he whispered, curling into the other a little more, resting his head on Dennis's chest. “You were so nice to me.”
Dennis felt frozen, body still shaking. Titus was curled up on top of him, almost, with only his head resting on his chest. He squirmed lightly, whimpering. “I can s-still be nice just… Stop. Please…”
“If I stop, you’ll go to the cops. Thankfully, those cops won’t do shit for you. But still, you’ll tell all of your little friends how you were almost raped in the woods. That won’t be good.” Titus whispered, sitting back up. He watched Dennis closely. “That won’t be good, Dennis.”
Dennis nodded along, blinking up at the other to watch him move to open the bottle up, drizzling some lubricant on his hand before taking his cock into it.
Titus preened at the sensation, back arching and eyes closing. “The sooner I cum the better it is for you.”
Dennis sobbed loudly, his throat raw and rough from how much he’d cried. Even still, he couldn’t stop himself from sobbing.
He felt Titus brush a lubricated thumb around his ring, eyes widening as he moved his hand away. Surely he would prep him, right?
Dennis was proven wrong as Titus lifted the man’s hips up, grabbing his cock with his other hand, and forcing it inside. It took a few tries to fit himself in, but soon his cock head popped in, making Dennis shout.
“It isn’t tight enough,” Titus told him, as if he had any control over that. “How many times have you let yourself get fucked by another man?” He started shallowly thrusting, watching Dennis's flaccid cock hit against his stomach. The boy sobbed, shaking his head and flailing his tied arms together in an attempt to hit the man. Titus swatted his hands away, letting them fall as he grabbed Dennis with both hands on his hips.
Soon enough, he was pounding inch by inch into the other. Dennis’ body shook, his throat raw from screaming in pain. He was big. He could barely take it. He felt like he was being split open from inside, gagging here and there at the feeling.
Titus seemed never ending. When Dennis was stretched at 7 inches, Titus would add an eighth. He eventually fully bottomed out at 9, Dennis's head spinning. He was definitely bleeding, wanting to crawl away. The forest floor dug into his back, his ass, his arms. Sticks tangled in his hair, the bugs chirping from afar made it feel like they were all over his skin.
He kicked weakly, and Titus just turned to kiss his knee, finding a rhythm in his thrusts. “So gorgeous. I picked a good one, didn’t I? Fuck, Fuck, Dennis…”
His head dropped, fingers digging into the boy’s hips. Dennis was adjusting to his length, his girth, closing his eyes as his body betrayed himself. He knew he was going to die out here. He knew he would never see any of his friends or family again. He knew it all, yet he couldn’t control himself as he let out a breathy moan as Titus rammed into his prostate.
“You like that?” Titus asked, perking up. “Are you enjoying yourself, Dennis?”
Dennis whined, shaking his head as his cock stiffened. “Nuh uh.”
Titus chuckled softly, stilling his cock deep inside of the other. “Look at yourself. You like this.”
Dennis's eyes barely opened, looking at himself halfway folded in the air. His legs bent at Titus’s waist, his hips being held up by the man’s hands. His cock was hard, precum dripping onto his skin. Dennis bit at his tongue, looking up at the man through big eyes.
Titus smiled back, leaning over and pressing himself deeper into Dennis. He moaned as he was kissed, eyes squeezing closed as Titus’s tongue invaded his mouth, softly shaking his head. The man retreated, sitting back up before he continued to brutally pound the boy into the earth, Dennis whining and moaning quietly.
Titus came while hammering into the other, moaning and shoving himself deep inside. Dennis whined at the feeling of cum pour into him, never having someone cum unprotected inside. He ended up cumming himself at the feeling, spurting onto his own face. He felt a hot jolt of embarrassment and shame run through him, having cum from someone brutally raping him. Titus only grinned, staying in the other as he lent back over, licking the cum from Dennis's face and chest.
“Stop…” Dennis whined, arms coming up to gently try to shove the other off. He had no fight left in him any more. He was done, knowing death was coming for him just a few moments later. He was sure of it.
“But I’m cleaning you,” was all the other said, finding his tongue back in his mouth after a while, tasting himself while Titus made out with him.
A moment later, he pulled back and slowly pulled himself out of the other. He tugged his pants back up, leaving the belt unbuckled as he crawled over Dennis, the boy whining and shaking his head.
“You enjoyed it. You liked it,” Titus whispered, a hand coming to rest on the others’ throat.
“Marry me.”
“Wh—“
Titus squeezed, and Dennis cried out softly, head spinning.
“I could change your life. Come home with me. Stay with me. Be with me.”
Dennis felt his eyes tear back up, and he found himself nodding, bobbing his head helplessly. A part of him told himself that he could escape. That he could get out of this soon. But he knew the reality of the situation he had just put himself in. Titus kissed him again, Dennis refusing to kiss back, before he was dressed by the other and picked up bridal style. His entire body stung. Whether it was the position Titus had kept him in, his hips that were surely bruised by his hands, or his ass which had been brutally fucked with no preparation, Dennis was completely beat.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.” Titus whispered, as if he’d read the other's mind. “That’s what happens when you say no. Understood?”
A shiver ran through the boy, and he nodded, wondering what Titus would have done if Dennis had said no to staying with him. He was put back into the passenger seat once they’d gotten back to the car, buckled in.
“I love you.” Titus whispered, still on Dennis's side of the car. Still looming over him, caressing his face and touching his body. “Say it.”
“I love you,” Dennis rasped, voice completely lost. He swallowed thickly, the wetness of his spit burning his dry throat.
“I love you so much.” Titus whispered, shutting the door and coming around to his side. “We have so much ahead of us.”
And with that, he got into the car and buckled himself in, starting it and driving in the same direction as they were already headed. “And, sweetie?”
Dennis's head lolled to look over, eyes glazed as he could barely process the night.
“I don’t live in Pennsylvania. Feel free to sleep on the car ride home. Okay?”
Dennis's throat made a soft noise, and he curled up, turning away from his captor as he looked down at his inflamed wrists, still bound by a zip tie.
He knew he was never going to live a normal life again.