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He fought the best he could yet his restraints only tightened. His feet unable to keep up with the pace of his captors, instead allowing himself to be dragged.
It started as a normal day, 007 having woken up early to drop off C00lkid for school and starting his regular day shift. Fortunely, a friend called him during break time to offer to pick up C00l for a slumber party with his friend, which the hacker immediately accepted. Now with the extra time available, he was allowed to head to the grocery store and gather more supplies for the coming week.
Everything seemed normal, leaving the store to start heading back home but he never made it back to his car. It was perhaps his mistake for having parked so far away and in a corner, having gotten used to it due to his past. But now it was biting him in the back.
Two men ambushed him, slamming his face first against his trunk and pulling his arms back. A soft cloth placed against his mouth, any struggling being met with brute force as he was very easily carried back to another car that awaited nearby. He fought as best as he could but compared to these men, he was weak. Having gone years of raising C00lkid had softened him up, resulting in no power of his own to fight back. His c00lgui locked away, now regretting having left it behind.
Inside, he was blindfolded, gagged, and tied up. The seatbelt being the extra cherry on top that kept him fully captured, discluding the various hands that kept landing towards his thighs as they rubbed against him.
“A pretty one isn't he?” he heard a voice speak, cold yet precise.
“Remember, he isn't for us. He's for our client.”
“Shame. I would love having him as a toy.”
A hand reached to cup his face, inching him close to feel a captor’s breath. 007n7 didn't struggle, what was the point if he knew it was over to begin with. Yet this only made him start questioning more.
Who was this client?
And what do they want him for? He made sure to hide his tracks before going underground so how could they know where he was?! Hopefully they don't know about C00lkid…
His position changed, being dragged out and unable to keep up. At most, three pairs of footsteps could be heard around him – the front, the left and the right. In total it was only three of them but if this said ‘client’ was truly a danger to begin with, perhaps it will include more.
The sound of the door opened, a cold voice being heard welcoming the group. A familiar voice.
“Elliot! Glad you're still here!” the voice said.
Elliot?
The name alone made 007n7 begin to struggle, did these people also capture him?! He had to make sure to escape and help him out!
His body moving around to loosen his captors hold, being met with great force to hold him still. Finally, one seemed to grow annoyed, moving behind and lifting the single father in a bridal like pose, restricting any movement. The arms that kept him still were big and strong, comparable to an army veteran if possible. Seven knew he was no match and halted instead to await for the blonde to respond.
“Good to know he was in one piece,” his voice could be heard, “Did he give you any trouble?”
“Not at all! My men are capable of many things. And besides, the view was not so bad.”
“Calm down tiger,” Elliot laughed, amused by the sudden comment, “We still need to break him the deal.”
“Of course.”
A snap of their finger, the person holding 007n7 moved forward, being placed down yet hands still on his waist. Someone's face inching closely, breathing tickling his neck with temptation, a smile.
“Stuggle and we will make sure you never see your son again.”
They knew.
“Understand?”
Seven nods. Softly.
“Good! The two of you may leave now. This will be between us three.”
Footsteps could be heard leaving, Seven trying his best to not make a sound, a call out for help. He didn't care what happened to him, they could torture him all they want but his son? How did they know?!
Hands moved behind his head, untying the blindfold that was placed and allowing the hacker to see his ‘client’. There stood Elliot, the blonde having a smirk placed across his face in victory. To his left was a white skinned robloxian, dark unkept hair with an unhinged smile and formal black clothes.
“Mmph?!”
“Hello 007n7. It's been awhile hasn't it?” Elliot replies, moving around the table that separated the hacker from the other two.
Hands placed against his shoulders, the single father freezing in place, trying his best to not move. So the pizza worker wasn't captured.
“You look good like this. The kid did a good job to soften you up huh?”
“Mph!”
“Don't tease them like that, Elliot.” the other began, moving alongside the blonde, “We still haven't told them the deal haven't we?”
“Right. Apologies Twotime. I just got excited seeing the man who once took pleasure destroying my place now reduced to this.”
His hand moved to undo his gag, Seven unresponsive at the action. He knows where this could be going, having a former hacker in his grasp was a win in any underground organization, he just never thought Elliot would be the one to take action first. That was the very reason he hid, not because of Elliot but because of people like him, even if he never knew the blonde was one to begin with.
“Not even a snarky insult?” Elliot asked, his smile still holding in amusement.
“Just- What is the deal?”
“Clever. Many would be too scared to ask that!” Twotime teased, hands joining the blonde but instead down to 007’s waist.
This action earned a small chuckle from the blonde, green eyes moving up to see the father's reaction. He failed to hide his anxiety, which only fueled his want to see more of it sooner. Hands moving from his shoulder to his chest, squeezing the plump muscle that grew after all those years of raising the red child.
“Here's the deal,” the blonde began, face inching closer to Seven’s neck, “You work for me and you and your son will be cared for.”
“Cared for? In what way?” the hacker asked, voice trembling.
“A good pay of course. Protection, insurance, supplies. Whatever you think of!”
“And if- If I don't?”
“Than that red child will be a great accessory to my head collection-”
“Deal.”
“Hah! I knew you would be great for this Twotime,” Elliot moved back with a laugh, ignoring the way 007n7 was almost in tears.
“It's my second nature!” they reply with a smile, hands squeezing their prey’s hips.
“Let's get started right away.”
“W- Wait?! What kind of work is it?”
…
“Fuck you're tight-” Elliot groaned, hands digging deep into the single father's hips, pace fastening to dig deeper inside.
Twotime grabbing a handful of Seven’s hair, pushing alongside the blonde to match his rhythm. Cock inside the hacker's mouth, muffling any moans that could escape, resulting in various vibrations adding more to the pleasure.
Seven’s hands gripping against the wooden table, nails engraving into its surface, marking it for anyone to see even after the event. Elliot grew more angry the longer he did it, knowing that it was a small way to retaliate against him.
“Think you have any say here? I can just replace the table any time I want. You on the other hand,” he comments, increasing his speed, “Are one of a kind.”
“Mmph!”
“Spawns-” Twotime moans, grip tightening.
A push forward made the desk move back, moving Seven’s body closer against Twotime’s. This action fuelled Elliot to pound harder, to have his cock be buried deeper inside the father until there was no space untainted by his own cum.
007’s cock pressed hard against the wooden surface, the movement back and forth providing the least stimulation yet due to the pressure from his own body, he was unable to release. He moaned to let out his pleads but each try only excited Twotime even more.
“My men would love to have their turn,” Twotime comments, eyes turning to look at the blonde who in return, sours his face.
“Not yet. Not until he is on duty.”
“Oh? So he is more than just a toy to you?”
“Yes. His skills would be an asset.”
“Heh. Ass-et.”
Elliot’s grip tightened as they moved back, the desk alongside it with a loud screech against the floor below. Twotime following behind in surprise, grip loosening against the hacker’s head as their cock was nearly driven out his mouth.
“Hahh-!”
A hand moved to take hold of Seven's chest, holding him up for Elliot to dive deeper inside. The difference in position finally allows the hacker to release all over the table, cock limping to the side, tainting Twotime with his cum.
“W- Wait! Slow down!” he cries, the blonde’s hand moving to lift 007n7’s body up to penetrate further, his words going through deaf ears.
Twotime’s face turned into a dark smile, moving closer to sandwich the hacker in between the two, their already wet cock prepared to join the blonde inside. Seven was too distracted to take note, instead, his arms moving to hold Twotime closer, a way to hold himself down against Elliot's grip.
“You think he can take two?” Twotime smiles, hands joining the blonde to hoist Seven up.
“Fuck- Maybe.”
“It's a deal.”
And with slight hesitation, Twotime began to squeeze inside. Seven throwing his head back, mouth opening to let out a loud moan that echoed across the fortunately empty facility. Anyone inside would be able to hear everything, the skin on skin slapping against each other, the various comments from both bosses and 007n7’s very obviously lewd moans. The two men on standby are already hard at the noise, wanting to join by knowing if they interrupt, they would be severely punished for it.
Both cocks moved in unison, 007n7’s insides milking the two as his body convulsed against their bodies. The warmth of Elliot and Twotime squeezing not only outside but inside as well made his neglected cock to once again come dry, either of the two refusing to give way, painting Two and Seven’s abdomens.
“Please-! Hahh… It's too much!”
“Almost done-” Elliot lies, nails digging upon his pale flesh, drawing blood.
Twotime following the blonde's example, their face moving closer to 007’s neck and biting down until blood seeped against their canines. The liquid flowing down against the sweat, being licked with desperation as their movements never seemed to halt. Elliot glaring daggers upon the other, doing the same to the other side.
“Fuck-! I’m close!”
“So are we dear,” Twotime purrs.
“We got you,” Elliot groans, “No one will ever touch you or your son.”
“Yes! Yes- Please!”
…
Everything hurts.
It went on for hours it seemed, as the single father opened his eyes to be met with a very fancy bedroom. He groaned as he lifted himself off the bed, looking down to see his bruised and battered body. Fortunately, it seemed at least the two had the decency to clean him afterwards but that still raises the question on where was he?
To his left was a small table and with it a small note. He hesitated to reach out for it but he knew he had no choice. Upon opening it, inside was a letter seemingly written by Elliot himself.
‘Dear 007n7,
Twotime and I thank you for your cooperation but rest assured that it won't be the only time. You have accepted our deal and with it our rules. You will be assigned a task with a group, follow your orders correctly and come when you must. Rest assured that many others will enjoy your services as well but keep in mind that in the end, you belong to me.
I let you borrow this home as it was vacant for some time. Worry not as your son, C00lkid, was already informed and brought over without any issue. Just make sure the person he was with knows that you are okay to avoid any issues and avoid calling any authorities.
You are allowed a few days off. I will call you when needed and you must prepare for any and all possibilities.
Sincerely, Elliot.
Your boss.’
A sigh escaped the hacker, a hand moving behind his neck to feel the bandages. At the very least they went ahead and covered any signs of their encounter yesterday.
“Papa! Look, we have a pool!” his child shouted, voice being heard even from behind the door.