7. SUTTON

I didn't feel even the slightest bit embarrassed that he'd seen my collection, if anything, I now knew his intentions. And I couldn't help but thinking about how all of this seemed like one giant inside joke. It was always a sort of kink of mine that I would one day potentially be taken in by a hunky bear of a man and be used in the ways I figured he was hinting at.

"You have to untie me first," I said. "I can't help you much without using my hands." I tugged against the constraints of the rope.

"You do not get to make demands," he grumbled.

"So, what are you gonna do?" I asked. "You've got all that aggression in you. I'm not asking you to direct it at me, but—" I rolled my eyes and smirked. "If you want to direct it at someone. I'm more than willing to take some of the weight off your shoulders."

His eyes were telling, glancing me over like I was a lollipop ready to be sucked to the bone. Although he gave off major top energy, I'm sure he still gave head. "You're not taking me serious," he said.

"I am serious," I told him, still unable to keep a straight face. "In fact, I already told you if you let me out of these things, I'll do whatever you ask." I leaned forward on me the chair toward him. "You've got a captive audience."

"It's all a joke," he said, becoming frustrated and red in the face. "I'm—trying to find out the truth."

"Untie my hands then," I said. It didn't look like he was playing at all, and that might have been on me for sexualizing this mafioso escape room. "I can't hack without my hands."

Finally, a smirk. He went around my back and tugged at the rope binding my hands together against the frame of the chair. He pulled one hand out and pushed at a pressure point right at the center of my palm.

"Ow! Ow! You're hurting me." I tried wiggling free from it, but the way he had my hand stopped me from doing anything. "Please. Jeez."

"I can make it so that you can never hack again," he said. "Maybe my family will thank me for it too. You know what they'll do to you, right?"

He'd made that abundantly clear. I was a lamb to the slaughter if they had me. And these people didn't wait around for you to plead your case. They shot, sliced, and diced you before you could even try and reason with them. I knew that because of Cal's boyfriend, Frankie, that man was dangerous. Maybe after everything I'd learned from Cal and Frankie, I'd become slightly desensitized and potentially even assuring myself that it would never happen to me.

"You made your point," I said, clenching my teeth.

As Danya released my hand, there was a cold numbness to me, almost like pins and needles or the way sparkling water felt in my throat, and the static buzz of a television without signal. It was painful.

He chuckled. "I'm playing with you," he said. "I wanted to make sure you understood. If you don't help, I have no problem sending you to my family. Pretty boys like you are everywhere."

I knew I shouldn't, but my natural instincts took over. "So, you think I'm pretty?" I asked, pitching my voice higher.

He snorted. "If you play your cards right, maybe you'll keep that pretty face," he said.

"Unless you plan on smashing my face in with several inches, I'm not into it." Sense memory from ropes and all this roughness was getting me going. And as the sensation came back into my hand, I realized it was doing the same for him. In my hand behind my back, I held something hard.

"It won't compete with your toy," he snickered. "But—"

I looked around to see his thick, uncut cock resting in my hand. It wasn't even completely hard. It was there. My hands cupping his giant balls, and a little silver trickle of precum was already seeping from his tip.

We were on the same page of where this was going.

I was hot for my kidnapper. It was in my top three fantasy sex scenarios. The first one being an actual fantasy involving orcs.

"This is payment," he said, laughing. "It isn't a toy; this is the real thing. So, it can be a little unpredictable. I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, Danya, you cannot be completely serious, my tiny little hole cannot take such a monstrous cock."

"Actually," I said, smacking my lips. "I was actually thinking you're gonna need lube. And I—I—I didn't bring any condoms."

He took both hands to lift his cock out of the palm of my hand. He tucked it back inside his trousers. I saw the cock ring at the base. "I've got plenty."

"Do you pump?" I asked. "It—it kinda look like a pumped cock."

"Pumped cock?"

"Yeah. When you use the pump to make your dick swell so it's thicker and bigger, you know?"

He winked at me. "You think you can handle thicker and bigger, huh?"

"No, I wasn't—" my throat dried as I gulped hard. "I mean, I could. That wasn't what I was saying, but I was asking if you already pumped."

"Not all the time," he told me, tapping an open palm against his crotch where I now knew there was a monster hiding. "I do use a ring. It makes me fuck for hours." He walked over to the kitchen and looked inside his drawers. "XXL, I've got it."

"Good," I said, still trying to feel the full sensation in the one hand he'd let free. "Because I can go for hours too."

"Lies," he said. "All you boys are the same. You come to ride on my dick, you cum, then you go. I'm serious. It takes me hours to ejaculate. I mean, seriously, hours of edging. And you're here to witness it, take it, and then when you can't take anymore, I might release all over that pretty face."

The foreplay of him talking about it was getting old quick. I needed him to take me out of this chair and throw me onto a bed already.

Almost like a mind reader, he untied my other hand. "Don't try and fight me," he said. "You want this, I want this, and if you fight, I'll fight back, and maybe you won't like that."

And the foreplay of his words had got me harder. "I don't have any limits," I told him. "Ok, no. I have one limit. Don't fall in love with me."

"Fall in love, I don't even fall into like," he scoffed. "Now, if you use your teeth, or try anything like that, I might accidentally hurt you." He held his hands in the air and shrugged. "Not my fault; the fault of being too thick, and I have the reaction time of a—a—" he snapped his fingers at me.

"A subway driver?" I giggled.

He tutted at me. "You like to make me annoyed, don't you?"

It was entirely possible. "Why? Is it working?"

He tutted once more, almost like popping gum. "Come on, boy." He grabbed me around my waist and pulled me out of the chair with ease. "Ah. That's more like it." He snickered, throwing me over his shoulder like a rag doll. "You're so light. I forgot that the other day when you threw yourself into the trash chute, well, maybe if I don't get what I want from you, I'll do it for you instead."

In his bedroom, I was thrown onto the bed. There wasn't even a sheet on the mattress. The entire place was a mess, almost like a tornado had run a course through it. I smirked at him. His nostrils flared, looking at me like he was hungry for what was directly between my legs. "So?" I asked, opening my legs for him. "I half thought the other night you were something my friend bought to come in and fuck me." Although I doubt Cal would've even thought to do that from wherever he was in the world right now. He was traveling with his fiancé, not that I was jealous. Ok. I was.

Danya tore his shirt off, the buttons popped off in every direction. He whipped his belt out from around his trousers and they dropped to his feet. The bulge in his boxers was to the side, making a cone-shaped tent. He smirked. "Look at you," he grumbled. "You're mine, aren't you?"

"I'll be whoever you want me to be, as long as you know how to use that." I licked my lips.

"Oh. I know. It will be a magical experience for you, I am sure," he snorted. "You must promise you won't fall in love with it. It will bring you pain, but you'll love it." He nodded; his big smile painted on his face. "Now. Roll over. I'll undress you."

If I knew this morning that this was on the menu, I might have worn cuter underwear. It didn't matter that I hadn't douched because I was on a high fiber supplement, I was as clean as a whistle.

Following his orders, but without seemingly like I was enjoying it, I let out a couple sighs.

He grabbed at me from the back of the trousers and yanked me across the bed until my knees were on the floor. He grabbed at my briefs and pulled me by them a little, letting me dangle with the briefs as butt floss between my cheeks and compressing against my balls.

Turning my head to look at him undress. I wouldn't fall for him, but it was possible that third leg would trip me on the way.

I stared at him from his bed, wondering if he would get me naked next. "You know," I said, smacking my lips. "I'm gonna need plenty of lube for that thing. I don't think my mouth has enough spit in it."

Danya scoffed, yanking on my leg to pull me. "I have lube," he said. "I might have a reputation of being a monster, but I'm not a bad monster."

"With that," I said, locking eyes with his cock as it grew thicker with momentum. "I'm not surprised you have a reputation."

He tssked at me. "Maybe this is too much for you," he said. "I knew you wouldn't be able to handle it. You're already imagining your life of sex with me. It's natural. And you are—well, you are a pretty boy, but maybe this is a mistake."

Fuck. Now, he was making me want to fuck him. if I'd been told earlier that I would be put in front of a man with a cock like that, I wouldn't laughed, and then maybe I'd have offered to blow it, but now he was threatening to take it away from me when I hadn't even experienced it. "Fine," I grumbled. "If you don't fuck me, then I won't help you." I pushed on my elbows.

Danya placed a hand under my chin, squeezing. "You have no power without your little lappy toppy," he snickered. "I have the power here. And I say, on your stomach. Now."

In all my wildest fantasies, this was probably one of the tamer encounters that had happened. "Yes, sir," I giggled.

On my stomach, with my ass in the air. I wasn't fully prepared for what came next.

His face went straight into my ass. He held me in place with both hands and devoured my hole and my cock from the back, balls first and then the shaft, leaving me dripping in his saliva.

"You like that?" he asked.

Moving my face to the side to speak, I let out a moan. "Yes."

"Then act like it," he snickered. "Moan for me. Loud. Real loud. I don't want you to stop being all sassy now because you're getting what you want."

I could do that. I could show him how sassy I really was. "Next time, can you try and put some movement in your tongue," I said. "There's nothing worse than feeling a flat tongue as wide as yours making a mess."

He spanked me. "Good boy," he laughed.

A finger went inside me. A complete shock as I jolted forward, pushing with my hands.

"What?" he continued to laugh. "It's a finger."

Clenching my hole with the finger in there. "Nobody told me I'd be fingered by the Jolly Green Giant," I said trying not to bite too hard on my lip.

"Maybe I will get more lube," he said, pulling his finger out of me. "But you know I've seen those toys. I know you can take it."

I'd prepared myself for this type of moment. I had a lot of toys, some long, and some wide. Each toy, however, never went in without being completely lubed from the tip to the shaft. I always eased myself onto it.

Danya played in my ass with lubed fingers. I was in heaven, feeling his touch become softer. It got the most moans out of me.

He pushed a hand on my head into the bed and squeezed the tip of his cock inside me.

"Wait," I let out.

"What?" he asked. "Is it still too painful?"

"No, no, it's nice," I said, looking behind at him. "Are you wearing—"

Danya was wearing an almost neon blue condom. He smacked his lips at me and gave my ass a spank. "Of course, I'm protected. I'm not trying to get something from you."

"Ew, you're the one who sleeps with anything that moves," I said. "I'm not trying to get something from you."

"That's right," he snickered, planting a hand on my head, pushing it into the mattress. "You keep moving for me, go on. I like it when they wiggle."

I didn't know if he was being serious or not, so I wiggled around. Turns out, wiggling made it easier for him to get his cock in me. From the second the tip was in me to the moment I moved my ass from side to side, he was already deep in my guts.

He was slow with it too, long strokes. I couldn't wiggle anymore, almost like he was poking at my stomach from the inside.

"It's like taming a wild beast," he said, leaning across my back so he could whisper into my ear. "You're all quiet now, all submissive. I can do whatever I want with you, can't I?"

Through the uncomfortable pain, I was experiencing waves of pleasure. "Yes," I said. "Anything." And I meant it.

"That's a good boy," he said, pulling out and slamming his cock back into me. "Now, lemme ask you one more time. Did you take the money?"

Now wasn't the time to be asking me this. I moaned, trying to cling to something on this bare mattress. "No," I said.

He thrust deep again. "Do you know who did?"

"No."

Yanking me by the hips, I was dangling off the edge of the bed. "Would you steal from my family?" He spread my cheeks as wide as they got and pulled his cock out. My hole must've expanded so much, as I clenched, I couldn't feel it close. "Answer the question."

The answer to that question wasn't one he probably wanted to hear. "Maybe," I said. "I don't—I—I—"

He jammed his cock back inside me. I yelped, trying to get upright. Danya pulled me back to his chest. He wrapped one hand around my neck and another under my chin. "So, what are you saying?" he asked.

"I—I—" I came. My cock shooting thick ribbons of cum across my torso.

Danya fucked me harder against the throbbing of my ass muscles. "I want an answer," he said. His hand came from around my neck and travelled the length of my torso. He collected cum on his fingers before shoving them into my mouth. "Why would you steal from someone who could possibly kill you?"

I sucked on his fingers for a moment until he pulled them out and pushed me back over the bed. "I—I only do it to people who are rich," I let out through my own exasperated gasping. "It's never more personal than to people who have more money than—" A smack to my ass had me stopping to moan.

He stopped thrusting and filled the condom inside me. I didn't know if I should've been impressed or shocked that he only lasted so long inside me. "I believe you," he said. Although he'd already told me that several times before. "I needed that." He gave my ass another spank before pulling his cock out, removing all that pressure he'd built inside me. "What were you saying?"

I laid over the end of the bed like a deflated balloon. "Um. More money than they'll ever need in this lifetime."

"Ok," he said. I turned around to see him pulling the condom off his cock while also simultaneously grabbing at his clothes. "Are you gonna lay there? We have work to do."