Against the Wall (Fuckboy Series - Book 1) (FINISHED)

Chapter Sixteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

All the self-talk in the world couldn’t help ease his anxiety. Colton looked up and down the hallway, not seeing the big guy anywhere around. He wondered if he’d be able to make a break for the door, but with his luck it was probably locked and he was trapped here with Goliath. He was being f*****g stupid, he knew that, but his rape radar was on high alert and he just knew this wasn’t going to end well for him.

What would you do for a few hundred dollars? Get bareback butt-f****d, that’s what.

Colton backtracked his way through the condo, surprised that he remembered where he needed to go. All he recalled from the walk in here was his anxiety. He wasn’t aware of anything else around him. When he finally caught sight of the big guy he was staring out of a set of windows in what he assumed was the living room.

When the man noticed Colton’s presence he turned and walked over. His eyes shifted down his body and back up as he took a moment to admire him. “Nice.” Without saying anything else he turned and walked down another hallway, forcing Colton to follow. They entered another room and Goliath suddenly stopped and faced him. “My wife is getting ready. She’ll be here in a moment.” He paused, his eyes holding Colton’s. “I want to let you know what’s going to happen so you’re not surprised by it.” The man stepped closer and pointed to a bondage rack at the back of the room. “I’m going to cuff you to that and you’re going to let my wife do whatever she wants to do to you.”

“I-”

“No speaking,” he snapped. “You haven’t earned that privilege. If you say another word I’ll be forced to gag you.” He stared at him, making sure Colton understood the severity of his threat. “My wife is to be respected by you. Is that understood?”

Colton wasn’t sure if he should speak so he listened, unsure of how to react to everything as it unfolded in front of him.

When Colton hesitated the man spoke up. “A simple nod will do.” When he got it he grunted, then walked off and snapped his fingers, indicating that Colton should follow.

Colton eyed the bondage rack as he followed him, half scared of what would happen if he didn’t. This wouldn't be so bad, he thought to himself. As long as it was his wife and not him doing the f*****g, he was okay with that. He had no issue with f*****g a woman at all. Plus, he’d dabbled in a little bondage with an old girlfriend of his. He could do this.

When the guy finished attaching him to the rack, Colton stood there trapped with his arms and legs stretched out, open to whatever they wanted to do to him. Even though he was worried, the thought of being helpless turned him on. His c**k was already jerking around with anticipation.

The man spoke as he walked to a shelf and picked up a leather hood, then headed back toward Colton. “If she allows you to speak you’ll address her as Mistress. You’ll address me as Master.”

When the guy tried to fit the hood over his head Colton panicked and jerked backwards. It was a feeble attempt to get away from the bigger guy even though he knew there was no escape from the situation now that he was cuffed to the rack. He twisted around as far as he could go, bending his neck back to pull his head away from the hood. There was no use in trying to get away and once that thought took root in his mind, his frustration erupted from his mouth. “What the f**k are you-”

Colton’s words were cut off when the man shoved a ball gag into his mouth. Even though he struggled, he was no match for “Master” whether he was restrained or not. The guy easily put it on him and strapped it at the back of his head. Once it was in place he pulled the hood down over his head, taking away both his speech and sight in a matter of seconds.

Colton’s heart raced, hammering in his chest until he felt like he was about to faint from fear of the unknown. Even though Master had told him exactly what was going to happen, the fact that he could only hear what was going on around him filled him with paranoia and dread. He was salivating uncontrollably, but he couldn’t swallow. He could barely breathe. He felt like he was choking, which added to his stress.

The sound of the man’s footsteps made his ears perk up. He heard him walk out, leaving him alone with only his imagination to drive him mad. He heard the soft murmur of voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying over his gasps for air. If he kept going at this pace he would hyperventilate. He had to calm down and get control or he would pass out and probably suffocate himself in the process. His mind shifted as he tried to stop and think of anything other than what was going on. He needed to get through this moment. There wasn’t anything he could do about it so he needed to accept that he had gotten himself into this mess and take whatever these two people were going to dish out. He had done this to himself, walking into it like a blind rat wandering into the path of a dozen alley cats. And he had done it for money. He still needed money. That hadn’t changed. He was f****d either way, but having a heart attack and dying right there wasn’t an option.

Colton had been so preoccupied with his own thoughts that when he felt hands on his c**k he jerked in surprise. They were ice cold, which made him groan out loud and shrink back. Against his will his c**k got hard as the small hands worked it. When it was hard enough he felt the cool brush of stainless steel slide down his length as, who he guessed to be the man’s wife, settled a c**k ring in place.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew something like this would happen to him eventually in this line of work. He had felt the possibility growing as he got bolder and bolder with the requests he accepted. He shouldn’t have come here. He knew it the moment he walked in the door. But his need for money had caused him to throw caution to the wind and ignore all the warning signs, accepting whatever awaited him.

Without warning a crop blazed a path across his chest. The surprise pushed the pain down, forcing him to jerk back slightly. Colton groaned as his c**k ached with the need to be touched. He had never been blindfolded before, or gagged for that matter. That, mixed with the ability to speak and see taken away from him, caused overwhelming anxiety to flood through him again, turning his blood to ice. He shivered as his stomach twisted painfully, the muscles tightening in anticipation of another brush with the crop. His entire body shook as he stood there, cuffed to a rack, waiting for whatever came his way.

“Look, Daddy. He’s scared.”

The sound of a little girl’s voice startled him and for a moment he thought he’d been mistaken. The man said his wife, not his daughter. Aw f**k, if this dude was paying him to be some toddler’s naked play toy, getting raped by him was the least of his worries. He might as well get used to it because there would be a lot of that going on in prison.

The little girl was right, he was definitely scared now.

“I can’t believe he’s scared of little ole me,” she said, then giggled with her hand over her mouth. She brought the crop down across his chest and then turned, looking up adoringly at the man she called Daddy. “He’s so cute. Can we keep him?” she asked, her big eyes hopeful as she waited for his answer.

The man’s voice was soft when he spoke, a contrast to the rough and gruff tone he’d had earlier. “No Kitten, you know we can’t keep him. We’re only renting him for the night. You can have as much fun as you want but then we have to let him go when you’re done.” The way he spoke to her resembled a parent telling their child they couldn’t have candy before dinner.

Colton tried to swallow the spit that was collecting around the gag but couldn’t keep up with it. Who the f**k were these crazy f*****g people? They acted as if they had a few screws loose. At least they hadn’t planned on keeping him, he thought to himself as he tested the give on his arms.

Kitten’s attention jerked around to Colton when she heard him pulling on the cuffs. “Stop that, you bad boy!” she screamed, jerking forward to slap him in the face with enough force to make his ears ring.

The smack immediately pissed him off, causing him to growl and jerk on his cuffs again. He knew trying to get away was fruitless, but he didn’t give a s**t at this point.

Kitten pouted and then crossed her arms over her chest. “Daddy, he’s being a bad boy. I don’t like that,” she whined, then stomped her foot like a little girl who hadn’t gotten her way.

Daddy reached out, caressing his Kitten’s face. “Then put him in his place, Kitten. You’re the one in control here so you can do whatever you want.”

No she couldn’t. Not to him. His thoughts were interrupted by a pain that spread heat from his groin to his chest. Kitten spanked his c**k with a short wooden paddle, beating him over and over until he cried out from behind his gag, begging her with a muffled voice to stop. When she didn’t he screamed louder, which only made her hit him harder. If she could make out what he was saying through the gag she would know he was calling her every name in the book. In this moment, he was so pissed he could barely breathe. If he could get down off the rack he would probably kick her in the throat.

The more noise he made the more entertainment she got from it. The more thrashing around he did, the more turned on she got.

Just as suddenly as she started she stopped, breathless from her attempts to hurt him. “Look how hard his c**k is, Daddy.” She spanked it again, watching as it bounced around with each swing of her short studded paddle.

“I see it, Kitten.”

“Can I f**k his ass with the strap-on later?”

Her cutesy voice cut through the white hot pain that was searing through him, sending with it the meaning behind her last question. That question spurred him on, forcing him to jerk and twist, trying to get out of the cuffs that were holding him in place.

Daddy shook his head slowly, his gentle voice almost a whisper as he spoke. “Pace yourself. You’re still learning so don’t treat this like some fuckfest.”

They both ignored him as he struggled to get free. They knew there was no way he would go anywhere. At least not until they allowed it.

“Can I ride his c**k?” she asked.

“You can do whatever you want, but pace yourself,” he answered.

“Fine,” she pouted and walked around Colton as he hung there for her viewing pleasure. “He’s a nice one.” She reached out and touched his muscular back, running her hands downward.

Colton’s body reacted against his will. He didn’t want to like it. He wanted to hold onto his anger and stay pissed because of the pain she’d caused him. But he couldn’t deny how soft her hands were on his back and how just the simplest touch from them made his c**k stand at attention and ache for more.

“I think he likes me, Daddy.” She giggled again and pressed her face against his back, licking the sweat off him. She moved her tongue slowly down his back, tracing each bump of his spine as her fingers danced along his sides. It flicked over the curve of his tailbone, and as her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass she pushed her tongue into his crack, giving it a long lick. “He tastes good.”

Daddy smiled at his Kitten as he watched her. “Does he?”

“Mmhm. And he likes my tongue,” she informed him in a matter-of-fact tone.

Her tongue was hot and wet and it made his knees weak. As it flicked around the rim of his hole he pushed back against her mouth, needing more of it.

“I can see that, Kitten.” He smiled over at her, watching her have fun with the property they had bought for the night. “Then again, everyone likes your tongue.”

Without warning, Kitten stood and walked around him, trailing her hand along his skin, her nails raking into his flesh causing chills to spread out over his body. When she was in front of him again she pulled a step stool over and climbed up so she could be face-to-face with him. She leaned in close and pressed her lips to the hood so she could whisper into his ear. “Kitten’s going to lick you all over, little boy.”

Colton leaned into her lips, feeling his stomach twist and his c**k jerk wildly with need. He wanted Kitten to lick him all over. He wanted her tongue back in the crack of his ass, pushing into his hole, tongue f*****g him into oblivion. He wanted her p***y all over his hard c**k. He wanted to feel her all over him. Oddly enough, he wanted her to paddle him again, over and over until he writhed in pain and begged her to stop.

“And when Kitten is done licking you all over, she’s going to slip her big c**k into your tight little hole and ride it for hours,” she hissed, sounding more like a snake now then a little girl.

He groaned, his knees immediately going weak at her words. For whatever reason, the thought of her f*****g his ass sent him flying toward the edge, making him want to come all over the place. But the c**k ring kept him from losing his grip on what little control he had left. He jerked and whimpered, but this time he wasn’t trying to get away. He was straining toward her, wanting more of her touch.

“What was that, little boy?” She turned her ear toward his mouth. “I didn’t hear you. Did you say you wanted Kitten to f**k your ass?”

He nodded, unable to help himself. “Yes please.” His voice was muffled, but he didn’t care. The need for her to f**k him blocked everything else out.

“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page now.” She smiled and licked her lips, then slapped his c**k with her bare hand. When Colton’s body jerked and he twisted as far as he could to get away from her, Kitten grabbed hold of his rock hard c**k and yanked him forward by it as she snarled at him. “If Kitten is going to f**k your ass, you have to stop jerking away from her.”

When she stepped down from the stool she kept her grip on his c**k, causing him to yelp as she pulled it away from his body, stretching it out painfully. He felt dizzy as a wave of nausea twisted his stomach, almost forcing him to vomit. His thoughts were incoherent as his eyes rolled up in his head when he felt her wet tongue lap at the head of his c**k. Dipping her tongue into his slit, she licked up all the wetness that had collected there. He moaned, aching to have control of his arms so he could grab a fist full of her hair and force her to take more than just the head of his c**k in her mouth.

Kitten pulled back and smiled up at him even though he couldn’t see her. “Pace yourself, little boy.” She giggled at her own words because they mirrored what Daddy had said to her. “You can’t have everything at once.”

Daddy grinned at her as he fished around in his pants for his c**k, pulling it out so he could stroke himself while he watched. f**k, his Kitten was hot. A jolt of electricity traveled throughout his body, the excitement evident in his eyes as he realized this was just the beginning of a long eventful night for all three of them.