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It all kicks off because Shane needed to use his laptop. In hindsight, Ryan could’ve been more careful about what he looks at on his laptop or at the very least close his goddamn tabs when he was done. He was the type of person to just have a billion tabs open all at the same time; force of habit when he was doing research for work.
In their shared apartment the soft melody of a record plays in the background, Ryan stands in their small kitchen dutifully stirring something in a saucepan on the stove with Obi observing him from the floor near his feet. Shane stands on the opposite side of their kitchen slicing vegetables methodically, humming along with the record playing in the background, when he very suddenly drops the knife he was using onto the counter with a loud clatter and immediately follows with a shout. “Oh fuck!”
Ryan startles, as does Obi who quickly flees to the living room at the noise. “Jesus, Shane!” Ryan abandons his stirring utensil and turns quickly to face the commotion. Shane stands still with a shocked expression as the abandoned knife balances haphazardly near the edge of the counter. “Are you good, dude?” he immediately asks while walking over to Shane, placing the knife safely into the sink and his hands outstretched ready to take in and assess any damage. “What the hell man? Did you cut yourself? Are you bleeding?” He takes Shane’s large hands in his, turning them over and checking for any signs of blood or injury.
“No, no, I’m good, I’m not hurt.” Shane gives his hands a small squeeze. “Sorry for the fright I just- fuck, I just realized I forgot to send out the final cut of the BetterHelp promo for approval that their guys asked for yesterday .” He raked his hands through his hair and sighed deeply. “And I left my laptop at the office too, shit, sorry Ry I’m gonna try to head back to the office to send it out as quickly as I can. I’ll try to be back soon, ok?” As he starts to head towards the door, Ryan places a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Hey big guy don’t worry, it should be on your cloud right? Just log-in and see if you can send it out from my laptop. Saves you the commute and prevents you from missing this piping hot dinner your loving boyfriend made for you,” Ryan’s eyes glimmering as if already laughing at the joke he has yet to make, “and the piping he might get as a reward for doing such hard labor in the kitchen.” He finishes with a dramatic wink up at Shane.
Shane barks out a laugh mixed with a groan “Alright Mr. Stirring-something-once-means-I-made-dinner, Mr. Michelin-star-worthy-chef-of-ordering-Chipo-” He was interrupted by Ryan smacking his arm and laughing
“Hey! You’d be fucked if I wasn’t watching and lovingly stirring whatever the hell is in this pot. And you wouldn’t let me help cut the vegetables!”
Shane fake scoffs into the air. “That’s only because someone , not naming any names here, stabbed me and somehow themselves as well during the first and last time he held a knife to try and peel a potato as if we don’t already have a peeler!”
“I wanted to see if I could get the peel off in one big spiral piece… Like the movies…” Ryan mumbled “And I didn’t stab you. It was just an accidental poke.”
“The definition of stabbing is to thrust with a knife or a pointed object, you definitely stabbed.” Shane looks pleased with himself and Ryan wants to kiss that stupid smug grin right off of his big fucking face.
“Oh I’ll show you stabbing later big guy…” He threatens.
Shane waggles his eyebrows at him. “Ohohoh?”
Oops. That definitely came out more seductive than threatening. “Whatever, shut up Shane, don’t you have super important work to do while I stir this super important sauce or whatever the hell is in here?” Ryan half-heartedly glares at Shane as he picks up the spoon he was using and returns to stirring slowly.
“It’s not a sauce, it’s a roux ,” Placing emphasis on the ‘oo’ sound, “it’s used to make sauces.” He adds “You should also probably be stirring that a little faster too, don’t want it to burn.” Shane smiles as Ryan gives him the finger with his free hand. Glancing at the clock on the microwave above the stove and back to Ryan “I shouldn’t be long, where’s your laptop?”
Ryan is stirring a little faster now, not wanting to risk burning the sauce or whatever Shane called it, and responds “Should be on my side of the bed, last I remember. If not, check my backpack.”
Shane makes a noise of affirmation as he heads to their bedroom for the laptop while Ryan stays in the kitchen, laser focused on making sure no burning happens. While concentrating on the motion of his stirring, Ryan suddenly remembers what he had opened on his laptop and what is most likely still there for Shane to discover. He feels his heart stop in time with his hand, freezing in the kitchen.
“Oh fuck!” He whisper-shouts as he mirrors Shane by dropping the utensil he was holding and starts hurriedly leaping for the direction of the bedroom. “Wait! Shane don’t-“ He gets cut off by the sight of Shane sitting at the edge of the bed with Ryan’s laptop in front of him, open. They both freeze as Shane meets Ryan’s eyes just as he enters the doorway with a hand outstretched too little too late.
Shane’s expression is indiscernible and Ryan is extremely tempted to turn around, open the front door, take a long walk and disappear into the ocean forever. Before he gets the chance to make the bottom of the sea his new home, Shane speaks up quickly to break the brief silence.
“Shit sorry Ry, I didn’t mean to pry. This was already here when I opened your laptop. Was… was this for… work?” He says carefully while still holding eye contact with him.
Ryan immediately feels the tips of his ears and his cheeks catch fire. They both knew what Ryan had on his laptop definitely wasn’t for any projects at work. He recognizes that this was just Shane’s way of offering him an out of this situation, bless him, which Ryan wants to immediately grab onto this gracious offer but something stops him. It’s probably because it’s Shane . His Berry Bud, his ghoul brother, his pop pal, log bro, boyfriend, best friend, partner till the end, he could go on. With the two of them, Ryan genuinely believes he would never tire of Shane. They work together, travel together, live together, and date each other for god’s sake. They are absolutely, devastatingly, and lovingly intertwined in each other’s lives to the point where they know they’re it for each other; neither doubts or regrets it for a second. That’s why he trusts Shane so completely with his secret. Not really a secret before, just something he had hidden out of embarrassment, or rather it had just never come up in a conversation, and not really hidden anymore due to his clumsiness. He trusts the big guy so completely. He knows that Shane won’t use this against him and, if anything, the worst he can do is poke fun at it later, but he would never be cruel towards Ryan. Best case scenario he’s into it too, his mind supplies.
After what feels like an eternity with them standing and staring each other down, Ryan clears his throat “Um. No… It wasn’t for anything at work. I was doing my own, um, personal research.”
Shane nods in understanding “Ah, I see…” He shifts, placing Ryan’s laptop next to him on the bed as he moves to stand “Are you, is this something that would interest you?” Shane approaches him slowly, as if he will skitter off into the living room like Obi at the slightest noise. Ryan’s entire body lights up at this response, nodding silently at Shane who comes to stand in front of him. Luckily the amount of years they have spent glued to each other’s hip have given them some sort of psychic connection and that nod is all Shane needs to know about how he feels about the situation. Wrapping his arms around Ryan’s waist and bringing him close he leans in and whispers “I’d love to talk about it after dinner. I’m not opposed, if that’s what you’re wondering”
Ryan shivers at this, whether it be the implication of Shane’s words or his breath tickling the shell of his ear sending a pleasant spark throughout his body. “Y-yeah I’d like that, big guy. After dinner sounds good.” he sighs as Shane begins to pepper kisses on his face and then eventually travelling down his neck. He tilts his head to the side so Shane can have easier access as he runs his fingers through Shane’s hair. Hearing a pleasant rumble from Shane, he starts to tug lightly on the brown hair between his fingers, using his grip to maneuver Shane’s lips to meet his own.
They both begin to make out in earnest, Ryan walking Shane to the bed until the edge hits the back of his knees and the big guy falls back with a small huff. He immediately straddles Shane, feeling the strength of his thighs that is usually left hidden and unsuspected behind his usual plain pair of chinos, and returns to kissing him roughly while grinding down. Shane lets out a huff of pleasure that gets swallowed by Ryan’s tongue exploring his mouth. A pair of hands roughly grab his ass to knead and guide him to grind down in such a way that leaves him breathless, letting loose a moan that Shane swallows. He feels Shane’s cock pressing up towards him to meet his own trapped in his jeans. The urge to reach down, to unzip, to feel Shane, to touch, suck, to swallow , is so irresistible. As he’s frantically reaching down to get a hand on Shane’s fly Ryan’s thoughts get interrupted by the smell of something burning in the kitchen.
It takes him a second to come back to the present but when he does, his eyes widen and he gasps, “Oh shit! The sauce!” Ryan leaps back from Shane’s grasp.
“W-buh?” Shane gracefully adds, hair mussed and face flushed he looks up towards Ryan’s face, sniffs the air, and his eyes go wide “The-? The sau- Oh fuck! The promo!” Shane stands quickly, looking absolutely ridiculous with the tent that is in his pants currently, his frazzled expression, and his hair sticking in all directions.
Ryan flees to the kitchen as he yells “If dinner is ruined tonight it’s on you, dude!”
He hears Shane laugh from the bedroom as well as the sound of keys being frantically pressed as he desperately took the sauce off of the stove and starts flapping a kitchen towel in the air to dissipate any smoke before it sets off their fire detector.
The file was successfully sent out but dinner was unfortunately, unsalvageable. The burning smell didn’t just come from the overcooked roux, in Ryan’s haste towards the bedroom he accidentally dropped and sent his wooden spoon that was being used to stir directly onto the hot stove top and singed the handle. Once it was clear that maybe tonight wasn’t the best night to make dinner, they ordered pizza by justifying the decision as a celebration of Shane sending the final cut of his promo on time. Truly though both of them knew the pizza was due to mistakes on both of their ends, neither willing to admit it. After several slices and a movie that Ryan couldn’t concentrate on no matter how hard he tried, he placed his plate on the coffee table in front of them and he turned to Shane as the credits rolled. “So… Do you still wanna talk about… Earlier?” He tentatively asks, staring directly at Shane now.
Shane, who seemed to be particularly interested in the credits but whose face was turning a rather pleasant shade of pink, nodded.
So they talk about it. At length, really, they want to make absolutely sure that they’re both on the same page. Boundaries are established as well as the specifics of the situation are hashed out and the night ends with a promise of “ Sometime next week? ” The implications of that sentence shoots a spark down his spine. He finds himself looking at Shane, wanting to pick up where they left off before the smell of their ruined dinner interrupted them. He simultaneously feels extremely small and yet too big for his own skin; like a ball of lightning bouncing around inside his body and he feels as if his skin’s seams are about to burst.
Shane looks at him like he knows, as if one gentle touch is all it would take to send Ryan into another plane; and he’s probably right. He’s always been weak for the big lug and would be willing to do anything for him, just as Shane would for him. Shane tentatively reaches over the sofa and cradles Ryan’s face with his hands, pulling him in for a kiss. Normally Ryan would complain about Shane’s greasy pizza fingers getting all over his face Shane that's gross stop I’m going to break out- but right now he has this electric sensation underneath his skin that he’s absolutely sure nothing in this world, nobody else, can cure except Shane kissing him, holding him, being held by him.
Greasy fingers and imminent pimples are forgotten almost instantaneously as he gets lost in the sensation of being maneuvered into Shane’s lap and kissed like he was a starved man and Ryan was a fucking feast. The night ends with both of them in their bed tangled in one another, sweaty, breathless, and grinning; comfortable and safe within the other’s arms.
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Nothing happens until next week, as promised, and Ryan has nearly forgotten their talk that night due to their daily responsibilities that come with owning an entire company. A few employees are stuck working late at Watcher’s office finishing some editing that they fell behind on and Shane had left half an hour earlier with the task of grabbing takeout for tonight’s dinner and to feed Obi; Ryan promised to Uber home later since he didn’t know what time he’d be finished helping and he’d let him know when he was on the way home.
He didn’t think of anything as out of place since, albeit rarely, one will leave without the other. They usually carpooled together to and from work, sometimes their schedules didn’t exactly meet up due to working on different projects sometimes, thankfully the commute isn’t terribly long and the price of an Uber isn’t too outrageous later in the evening when something like that does happen. Ryan didn't see anything unusual about tonight. Not yet.
By the time Ryan finishes his work he says goodbye to the few people who are left and shoots off a text to Shane letting him know he’s on the way home after scheduling an Uber.
“Hey big guy, all finished up here and heading home now. You home yet?” - R
“Nope, got caught up in traffic on the way to grab the food. See you at home pretty soon though.” - S
“K. Drive safe.” - R
By the time he arrives home he notices Shane’s car parked in front of their building and heads up to their door, thank god, he feels like he's practically starving and absolutely dying to put on some comfier clothes. However when he opens the door the first thing he notices is that it’s dark, he stops in his tracks. His skin prickles with unease. Shane should be home, why are all the lights off? His mind and heart immediately begins to race with possibilities of what kind of peril Shane could be in. Robbery? Did someone break in? Is this a prank? Cautiously stepping into their dark apartment, he calls out into the darkness“Shane? Dude are you home?" He starts to shut the door behind him "Shane? This isn’t funny, dude, I swe-“
Right before he can reach for the light switch nearby he hears movement right to his left where their coat closet should be and the door behind him slams shut as if kicked. Something, someone , pushes hard against his chest and slams his back up against the now closed front door. He lets out a shout as his back connects with the door, hip jamming into the handle painfully, and before he can let out a yell for help a large, rough hand comes up and covers his mouth, pressing hard. He begins to struggle and almost swings at his unknown assailant before he feels another hand rest on his shoulder and hot breath tickles his ear.
“Color?” The intruder asks.
Ryan pauses, relief washing through him for a brief second. After taking a split second to catch a breath and let himself be immersed in the situation he reaches up and gives one firm tap against the hand covering his mouth and signals, green .
He feels the intruder let out a small noise of approval before speaking in a low, dangerous tone “Now…" He clicks his tongue "What do we have here?” The hand on his shoulder moves downward, traveling down his chest in a sensual manner, mapping the curves of his chest, while the other hand continues to press his lips hard against his teeth, head pressed into the door. “Hey there, pretty boy, didn’t think you’d be here but guess it’s my lucky day.” The man chuckled darkly.
“Mmph…” He protests weakly through the hand covering his mouth. Ryan shivers at those words and starts to make an attempt to see if he can take the opportunity to lunge at his attacker and gain an advantage in the situation. But before he has the opportunity to move, as if sensing his motive to escape, Ryan feels the hand that was covering his mouth release and then he feels a sharp tug on his scalp before he is thrown forward and down onto the floor. He lands onto his stomach and immediately feels a heavy weight pressed onto his back rendering unable to move. Both of his wrists are wrapped in the man’s steel grip, trying to be wrenched backwards, he immediately feels a panic rise in his throat knowing that if he is tied, the man wins. Biceps straining, he fights back against the grip, pulling forward to try and set himself free as his legs kick around trying to wiggle the weight off of his back. The sounds of the two men scuffling echoes through the apartment until eventually, due to his position on the floor lending him at a disadvantage, Ryan feels himself lose strength as his wrists are pulled to his back and metal meets both of his wrists followed by what sounds like a resounding click .
The man leans up, shifting his weight from where he’s sitting to mostly on Ryan’s ass now, “Fucking-“ He lets out a tired breath, “Finally got you, bitch.” He hears the smile and satisfaction in his voice.
Ryan is breathing heavily after exerting himself so thoroughly trying to escape the man’s grasp, hands now cuffed behind his back and pinned to the floor by the man’s weight. He feels a hand slip into his hair and grip it so his chin is lifted off of the floor as the man leans down to speak lowly into his ear. He winces in pain as his scalp is pulled upwards.
“Now here’s what we’re gonna do, ok little guy? We’re gonna take a walk to the bedroom, you and me.” He gives a little tug on Ryan’s hair. “If you try to run just remember I broke in once, I can break in again. And if you managed to actually escape…” As he trailed off he felt the man grope around his hips and pockets until successfully finding his phone and tossing into the darkness of the apartment. “Well, can’t call the cops now, can you? You also mentioned a Shane? What is he, your little boyfriend or something? How do you think he’d look bleeding out in your living room if I waited for him, or maybe I’ll do it next time I drop by if you don’t give me what I want?” He punctuates that last word by pushing Ryan’s head to the floor by his hair; not hard enough to do any actual damage or pain but enough to stun Ryan slightly.
Ryan feels a surge of bravery course through him, not wanting to lose to the weight holding him down, he spits out, “F-fuck you dude!” before using his knees and shoulders to push his hips upward in a sudden motion; this action catches the guy off guard and shifts most of his weight off of Ryan’s hips for a split second. He immediately uses this opportunity to make a break for the front door. But before he could even get to a fully standing position, once again he is grabbed, caught by his shirt as the intruder uses it to pull Ryan against his chest. He feels a firm hand come to tighten around his neck and squeezes and he lets out a sharp gasp.
“Color?”
One tap of his cuffed hands onto the stomach behind him, green . A second later he feels the hand on his neck give a light squeeze.
“Fucking- You think you can get away from me, whore? If you’re not gonna go easily I guess I’ll just have to fucking make you. Show you where you belong.” He sneers, mouth hot against Ryan’s ear.
Ryan feels a push to the back of his knees which makes him lose his balance and fall to the ground, knees hitting the hard floor painfully. The hand that is around his neck moves to grip his hair at the roots and he feels the guy move to stand in front of him. Ryan’s eyes still haven’t adjusted to the darkness so all he can see is inky blackness as he is manhandled. His hair is pulled forward and his face is pushed into the man’s hard cock straining through his jeans, held there for a second as if he is a puppy getting his nose rubbed in its own mess.
“You feel that, bitch? Nice and hard, just for you.” He hears a small chuckle reverberate through the man’s body. “You like it? Tell me.”
“Go- go fuck yourself! You son of a bitch, get that shit out of my face.” Ryan sneers into the man’s crotch. That was apparently not the answer the man wanted to hear because the second those words left Ryan’s mouth he heard a deep, disappointed sigh coming from above him.
“A real shame…” The zipper in front of him unzips as the man frees himself and slaps his cock on Ryan’s face, unable to turn away due to being held in place with the man’s hand in his hair still. “Guess you leave me no choice, huh, pretty boy? I’m gonna fuck your mouth until you can’t talk back to me anymore,” The man’s cockhead is pressed against his lips as he continues to speak, “then I’m gonna fuck you open all night long, see how many times I can make you cum until you’re begging me to stop. Gonna ruin any other dick for you and leave a little present in that pretty ass of yours for your boyfriend to find. You’re mine now, baby.”
The crudeness and filth coming out of his mouth almost makes Ryan want to cringe but the sheer weight and size of the man’s cock hitting his face, suggesting this man was definitely well endowed, gives Ryan no room to think. He keeps his lips pressed together, refusing to comply.
A strong tug to his scalp sends a sharp pain lacing through his skull, he gasps in pain and the man takes this opportunity to shove his hard cock into Ryan’s open mouth. Ryan lets out a whine of protest that goes ignored as he swallows the length in front of him. The dick pressing into his mouth feels huge, forcing him to open his mouth wide to accommodate the sheer girth.
After at least a third of the length is in the man’s hips begin to thrust in small movements into the back of Ryan’s throat, eventually picking up speed almost immediately. He gives Ryan no time to adjust and begins to pick up his pace. Quickly thrusting harder into Ryan’s mouth, fucking his throat open. Ryan was helpless to do anything but take the face-fucking since he had two hands gripping his hair. The man’s cock thrusting into his mouth at a punishing pace kept him pinned to the floor on his knees. The filthy sounds of his throat being penetrated as well as his choking reverberated so loud in the quiet apartment.
The man lets out a low groan at the wet heat of Ryan’s throat. “Fuck- shit, your throat feels amazing. Yeah, yeah, just take it, bitch.” He slows down and grinds slowly in and out of Ryan’s mouth, testing to see how far he can get his length in before Ryan gags. The length pushing into his throat cuts off of his breathing and Ryan’s forced to just kneel there and take it. Saliva starts to spill down onto his chin and chest due to being unable to swallow properly from his position. He feels the man slow down to inch his cock farther and farther down into his throat to see if Ryan can take him to the hilt. He tries to use his tongue to push back but to no avail.
“H-aghk! Hghnm…” Small moans of protest leak around the cock currently destroying his throat, falling on deaf ears. His eyes are watering at the rough treatment he’s receiving and he tries to open his throat to make room for the cock to slide in as easily and as far as possible.
This goes on for what feels like forever, the man abusing his throat as he chokes beneath him. Ryan’s own cock now straining trying to push through his jeans, shamefully turned on by the rough treatment. Just as he feels as if his jaw is reaching his limit, the cock between his lips gives a single twitch and the thrusting starts to stagger as the man above him is nearing orgasm.
“Hah… Fuck… I’m so close, baby. Are you gonna be a good boy and, hng- swallow it all for me?” His sentence trails off into heavy breaths and low groans. Ryan does his best to nod with what little room he has. After a few more moments his head is pulled forward deep onto the shaft and held there, unable to take a breath and tears streaming down his face. His nose nearly touches the man's pelvis and he feels the length in his mouth start to paint the inside of this throat with cum. He feels dirty, used, filthy, as he’s forced to drink the man’s cum; he is also so, so, unbelievably hard in his jeans right now.
After a few seconds the softening cock is pulled out from his mouth and Ryan immediately starts taking heaving breaths, resting his head against the thigh in front of him. A hand reaches down to stroke his hair, soothing his scalp from all the rough handling, and wipe some of the tears from his eyes.
Ryan’s eyes have adjusted a bit to the darkness by now and the streetlamp near their apartment window just barely illuminates the living room and he can vaguely see the tall, imposing figure looming over him from where he kneels on the floor. He knows he must make a pretty picture right now. Arms bound behind his back, eyes wet, lips swollen, kneeling on the floor with his cock hard jutting out from his pants, breathing heavily from want, he wonders if he can see the way Ryan's just a mess .
A minute or two passes during this small moment of reprieve where both parties can catch their breath and he almost gets lost in the sensation of the hand stroking his hair before he hears a question.
“…Color?” The voice of the hand tentatively asks.
Ryan clears his throat and answers “G-green”, the voice that left him was roughened and haggard sounding. He cleared his throat again a few times and repeated himself in a more confident tone. “Green. I’m ok.”
“Ok. Good. You’ll need to be for this next part then, cause this is where the fun begins.” A smile is audible in the darkness.
His bicep is suddenly gripped by a strong hand and he’s pulled upward; knees popping in protest. A hiss escapes him as his sore legs are stretched out and he is led, no, dragged, to the direction he knows is the bedroom. He lets himself be pulled along, too out of it to think to try and stop the man. Suddenly, he feels himself being thrown forward onto what must be the edge of the bed, laying forward with his legs dangling off of the side. This position doesn’t give him much leverage to move since their bed frame was quite tall due to Shane insisting that a tall bed frame gives them more storage space and it makes it easier for him to get in and out of bed. Meanwhile, Ryan is stuck tossing himself into their bed every night like he’s back in his college dorm with his bed frame being so goddamn high up off the ground for no fucking reason.
There he lays, face down ass up, legs dangling off the edge of the bed with his hands cuffed behind him; unable to move unless he is physically moved. The man steps forward and stands behind Ryan, the man’s crotch level with his ass. He leans down and speaks slowly into his ear, “Look at you, baby.” A hand reaches around his legs and grabs his cock through his jeans, rubbing roughly. He moans roughly into the sheets, surprised by the sudden, but desperately needed, touch. “Need a dick in you that badly?” His tone is cruel, mocking.
“Get- get your fucking hands off of me, creep.” His legs buck backwards trying to hit the man. He feels his right foot connect with the man’s shin, not very hard however, due to his current position.
“Tch.” The man clicks his tongue. “Fine, bitch. Still need to be shown your place, huh?” Deft fingers are suddenly reaching for his belt buckle and gets his pants around his ankles in record time; the denim surrounding his legs almost acting like shackles, limiting his leg mobility significantly.
“W-what are you doing?” Ryan asks nervously. “What do you want? If it’s money, there’s money in my wallet in my back pocket! You can have it!” desperately trying to bargain with the man who’s now moving his briefs down and exposing his ass to the cold air of the room.
A dark chuckle emanates from above him, “Baby, don’t worry, I’ll take whatever the fuck I want from you after I’m done ruining your pretty hole.”
“N-no! P-p-please… Take anything you want, j-just leave me alone!” Ryan, unsuccessfully, tried to plead with the intruder. Suddenly, a loud crack reverberates in the small bedroom, Ryan feels a sharp pain across his left cheek and a small yelp escapes him. There’s a pause as he feels a warm hand rest over the area where he was struck.
“Color?” He hears.
“Green, you sick fuck.” He tries to resist laughing into the sheets.
“Oh, someone still wants to talk back, huh?” His pants and boxers are ripped fully off of his legs and supposedly thrown onto the floor below him. Suddenly, his jaw is gripped and his head is turned to the side.
“Wh-?” Is all he can manage to get out before he feels balled up cloth get stuffed deep into his mouth. He guesses due to the texture it must be his briefs that are currently stuffed in his mouth. Letting out a muffled disgruntled sound he tries to use his tongue to push the fabric out of his mouth. Another hit echoes in the bedroom and he feels another flash of pain on his ass as the man spanks him with a firm hand once again, weakly moaning around the fabric in his mouth.
“Oh you like this, huh?” The man seems to take this as a sign to start spanking Ryan hard. “Figures.” He scoffs. Each pass of the man’s hand against his ass releases a pained moan from Ryan; his dick leaking against the sheets below him. One more final hard hit against his cheek has him crying out and shaking below the man. His cheeks feel red hot and throbbing from the pain. The hands previously striking him move to grip and knead his bruised ass and Ryan is so unbelievably hard right now. As he lays on the bed, breathing labored due to the pain and arousal, Ryan hears several things in succession. The sound of rustling, a cap opening, a wet squeeze, a click, and before he knows it there are cold fingers pressed up against his entrance.
“Mmph!” He tries to protest, legs kicking back.
“Now I’m gonna show you what I do to pretty boys who talk back.”
A hand grips his hair and presses his face into the sheets as the man moves forward and cages his legs into the side of the bed, rendering him immobile as two slick fingers press forward and easily slide into him. He gasps at the intrusion, feeling the fingers reach deep into him. An airy moan escapes his mouth and around the makeshift gag as the long fingers inside of him immediately press downward, hitting his prostate directly. From then on Ryan loses track of time as the man roughly fingers him, hitting that spot every time. His moans start to crescendo as he nears orgasm. Suddenly, he feels the man’s tongue start to trace his rim and dive in along with his fingers. That’s it for Ryan. Body tightening, face and cock pressed hard into the sheets below him, toes curling, Ryan is suddenly hit with his orgasm as the man continues to fuck his hole with his fingers and eat him out simultaneously, working him through his orgasm. He feels his release spill onto the sheets below him creating a mess he can’t seem to care much about at the moment.
He lays twitching into the sheets and releases a long groan as he comes down from his high; waiting for the stimulation to ease up. Ryan notices quickly, however, the man isn’t stopping. He feels the fingers inside of him continue to fuck him as the tongue continue to dive in and out of his hole with just as much vigor as before. His moans turn into pained, overstimulated whines as he sobs into the sheets and starts to twitch with oversensitivity as his hole is ravaged. The man was just taking, and taking, and taking, forcing Ryan to just lie there, face down in the sheets and just take it . His pathetic cries go ignored and he tries to squirm away from the intense pleasure. It was too much, he couldn’t, he can’t, he feels like he’s losing his mind. He hadn’t even had time to come down from his orgasm but yet he feels a heat and pressure building in his groin again. Impossible! N-no, he can’t possibly cum again so soon! Tears are trickling down his face, wetting the bed below him, as he tries to uselessly stop his impending orgasm.
“Yeah, take it. Just fucking take it.” The man growls. “Let me see you cum on my fucking fingers again, I know you can, c’mon baby.”
Oh god!
With a pathetic cry Ryan cums again, crying into the sheets and his whole body shaking as his eyes roll back into his head. His cock only releases a few droplets of cum. He’s shaking and twitching so hard like never before and he almost worries he’s having a stroke as once again he’s fucked through his orgasm. He lays there, shaking and overstimulated, the fingers inside of him still wringing out the last few bits of pleasure possible as he cries into the sheets. After a few seconds of this torture, the fingers slow down and slowly pull out from him.
Ryan lays there, breathing hard, mind completely blank from the pleasure of it all. A hand softly reaches around his face and tugs the briefs out of his mouth. His tongue feels dry and he smacks his mouth a few times and moves his jaw to get comfortable again. The man behind him is panting softly and Ryan feels the press of his hard cock through the man’s pants against his foot where the man must be kneeling on the ground; most likely to gain a better position to eat Ryan out. He wickedly uses his foot to rub against the man’s erection, earning a small gasp, as his ankle is gripped in a steel grasp and stops his movements.
“Just gagging for a cock to fill your hole, huh? Fingers not enough for you?” The voice holding his ankle teases. “Color?”
Ryan pauses to assess the state of his body. He’s always been a bit of a masochist. I mean, how else would you explain his habit of constantly going to haunted places and letting himself be scared shitless, or him going to the gym and working out until he feels like he’s going to collapse into a puddle of goo. The thought of being fucked, helpless to do anything but just lie there and take it from the intruder, makes his cock give a valiant twitch; still soft however, because, Jesus, he’s not a teenager anymore . He wants this so, so badly though. He feels like he’s losing his mind, truly feels like some insatiable cock hungry whore, laying down underneath this man with his hole loose and ready, panting like all he can take right now is a dick in him.
“Green.” He hears himself answer confidently. “Let me go you fucking pervert. My boyfriend should be home soon and he’s gonna kick your fucking ass.” He taunts the man behind him who has now risen to full height and is now towering over his helpless form.
A hand shoots out and grips the back of his neck, pressing him hard into the mattress. He gasps, feeling the sheer authority in the man’s grip that’s holding him down like a bitch needing to be taken.
A mocking laugh resonates above him. “God, maybe a dick in you will finally get you to shut the fuck up.” A squeeze to his neck makes his head spin. “If your little boyfriend comes home I hope it’s when I’m fucking the shit out of you, gonna give him a real show while I make you scream on my cock. And if he tries to stop us?” The hand tightens around his neck even more. “Well, I’ll just get rid of him and then I’ll have you all to myself. Keep you like this for as long as I want, use you over and over as my perfect little fuck hole.”
The filth of that fantasy makes Ryan groan low into the sheets, imagining it himself. Being tied to the bed and used whenever the man craved a hole to fuck, whether it be his mouth or his ass or whatever he wanted. Ryan would be unable to stop him, only able to give in and let himself be used, fucked, and filled; only being able to cum if the man let him, unable to take control over his own pleasure.
He must’ve let a groan loose because the man chuckles softly, “You like that? You filthy slut, are you getting off on the thought of me just-” The sound of a zipper undoing behind him, “taking you-“ A blunt warmth presses up against his hole, “whenever and however the fuck I wanted?“ The man’s cock presses in and Ryan presses his face into the sheets to muffle the long groan that escapes him.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought, bitch.”
Before Ryan could protest and defend himself, the man pushes forward and fully sheathes himself in Ryan; feeling the length push in and drag against his insides in the most delectable way. An embarrassingly loud moan is ripped from him, feeling the man’s entire cock fully sheathed in him, nearly splitting him in half with his size even after two orgasms to open him up. His own cock still trapped underneath him and already at half mast. He gives Ryan no time to adjust to the intrusion, pulling his hips back and immediately snapping them forward, leaving Ryan helpless to do anything but just lay there and take it. A relentless pace is immediately set and the sound of skin on skin fills the air mixed with his breathy moans as well as the man’s panting.
“S-stop! Please, please! N-no, I can’t, I can’t, no more, ugh!” His cries were useless as he was pounded into the mattress, drooling and moaning unabashedly. The cock inside of him was so thick it felt like it was pressing into all the right spots inside of him and it kept hitting that one spot over, and over, and over. Ryan felt as if he couldn’t catch his breath, delirious with pleasure as the man jackhammered into him. His own cock finally at full mast and forcefully being rutted into the sheets below him due to the force of the man’s thrusts. Ryan felt as if his body couldn’t decide whether or not it wanted to cum again or pass out. He thrashed with little success and started to babble uselessly; absolutely overwhelmed by the force ravaging him, begging for salvation.
“G-god!” His eyes rolled back into his head once again. “P-please! Oh god, oh god, I can’t, please, ah!” His tongue lolls out of his mouth, drool wetting the sheets below him, completely lost in the sensation of getting well-fucked, he doesn’t even hear the man chuckle above him.
“You sound so good like this, baby. This is where you belong, right?” A hand grips his hair and pulls his head up and off of the sheets but the pace of their coupling doesn’t slow. “Right, bitch? I asked you a question.” The hand tightens and tugs upward, grabbing his attention momentarily.
“Say it. Say who you fucking belong to.” The man starts to thrust so hard Ryan is sure he’ll have bruises tomorrow.
Ryan whines high and breathy. “Y-yes! Yes! Yours! I’m yours! Please, god!”
“Yeah, that’s fucking right.” The man starts to curse above him, hips stuttering momentarily.
His head is dropped back onto the sheets and he feels a hand grip the chain of the handcuffs still on him, pulling his wrists back in time to meet his thrusts. His shoulders burn with the force of the pull and Ryan feels like he’s going to die. God, it was too much. Before he knows it, once again he feels an orgasm starting to build. He can’t. There’s no fucking way! He must’ve said that part out loud because he hears a chuckle before a hand reaches underneath him to grab his cock and thumb at his slit to rapidly jerk him off. His mouth forms into a silent scream as he cums wordlessly into the hand holding him and the force fucking him through it. He honestly feels like he might die, it’s too good.
“Ugh, fuck yes, baby. Cum for me.” He does his best to fuck him through his final orgasm as Ryan twitches and whines beneath him. The man doesn’t last long after that, feeling Ryan massage and clench around him sends him over the edge as well. He presses his forehead against Ryan’s back as he rolls his hips in little rocking motions as he releases into Ryan, moaning at the wet heat that spreads inside of him.
They both stay there in the darkness, panting and trying to catch their breaths. After a moment the softened cock is slowly pulled out of him and Ryan grimaces at the mess of cum that leaks out of him. He hears a small jingle and the cuffs around his wrists are unlocked. His arms are slowly moved to his side and he’s gently turned over. He doesn’t really notice that he’s free until their bedside lamp is turned on, momentarily blinding him. He hisses in pain at the sudden brightness and scrunches his eyes closed.
“Sorry, Ry. I’ll be right back, let me clean you up.” Ryan hears in the distance.
Everything feels muffled, he feels like he’s floating in space, all he can do is lay back and try to will his soul to return back to his body. He hears footsteps coming towards him as his legs are lifted up and a cold towel cleans up the mess between his legs. He’s so out of it he doesn’t notice he’s being asked a question until he feels a finger poking him in the cheek and he opens his eyes.
“-y, Ry? Earth to Bergara over here, how are you doing, little guy?” Shane’s concerned face appears in his vision. He looks just as debauched as Ryan feels, with his hair sticking up in all directions and his face red with exertion.
He smiles a little goofily at Shane, throwing him a weak thumbs up. He knows he must look ridiculous right now but he honestly can’t find himself to care.
Shane chuckles, “Damn, blew your mind so good you’re speechless? I ought to do this more often to shut you up.”
Ryan half-heartedly swats at Shane’s shoulder. “Shut up dude, you just blew my fucking back and brains out. Give me a second to recover.” He stretches his arms above his head, groaning at the popping of his joints. “Jesus, man. Didn’t think you had all that in you, did you read up on dirty talk before this?” He smirks at Shane whose face has gotten significantly pinker.
“Yeah, I did, actually. Google is an amazing thing.” Shane looks away for a moment, embarrassment crossing his features. “I wanted to really get into it for you, I am an actor after all.” He looks up at Ryan with a small goofy smile, matching Ryan’s, “I will give nothing but the absolute best in the roles I am given.” He finishes with a flourish of drama in his voice that trails off into a small laugh that makes Ryan want to grab his big head and kiss him silly if his body didn’t feel like jello.
He compromises by making a ridiculous kissy face at Shane, who laughs incredulously, before giving in and giving Ryan the sweetest kiss to his lips and then one more on his forehead. Ryan sighs pleasantly, looking up at his boyfriend with a soft smile, “Thanks big guy, it was fucking amazing, you were amazing.” He reaches a hand out to touch the side of Shane’s face. “Scared the shit outta me when you first got me, not gonna lie. But you definitely made up for it.”
Shane laughs and leans into his touch, “I know, I was worried you were gonna beat the shit out of me and call the cops. That’d be awkward.” They both giggle at each other at the thought of Ryan calling the police on his boyfriend who was trying to do a very sweet kinky thing for him. They eventually both get up, Ryan showering off all the fluids he had collected over the course of the night, while Shane strips the sheets and places down a clean set of sheets after seeing the messy state they left the previous sheets in. They both reconvene together underneath their comforter and Ryan, who is nearly asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow, almost misses the question Shane throws at him.
“Ry. Hey Ry-guy.” Shane loudly whispers in the dark of their room.
“Wuh?” He mumbles incoherently, sleep pulling at him rapidly.
“Next time, do you think, uh. Do you think you could use the cuffs on me?” Shane nervously asks.
Ryan huffs out a laugh. “Yeah big guy, next time I’ll slap the cuffs on ya and toss you around a little bit, see if your old man body can take it.” He feels a smile in the kiss that’s pressed against his cheek.
Shane pumps the air with an enthusiastic fist, “Fucking, nice.”