13. SUTTON

With my things back in my life, I was only somewhat content. I didn't like the fact that Danya had seen all my toys. And how they hadn't even been moved from the apartment. The apartment had been pretty much left the same. There was police tape covering the door, but that was it. They'd taken the computer hard drive that had the bullet through it, but none of my clothes. I managed to pack two boxes full of my things. I was always on the move, so I always had flattened cardboard boxes waiting to be taped and crammed with all my personal items.

We took it all to Danya's apartment where I was still being held captive. That term I was using loosely as I could've left him if I hadn't been the mildest bit curious of where this was going, and because it had been over a month since I got dicked down before him, and I was craving that hunk of engorged meat he called a dick.

"Question," Danya grumbled, glancing into one of the boxes.

Sitting at the breakfast bar with my laptop and the appearance of someone who was working hard, I turned to him on the swivel chair. "Yeah?"

He was sat on the floor, organizing my dildos by size. "These aren't human," he said.

"Is that a question?" I asked. "Because you know, I'm busy, trying to get your family their money back." I still hadn't told him how highly impossible it was to get the money back. Whoever took it cleaned their tracks, and the tracks they wanted found pointed at me.

"Yes," he said. "What are they?"

"They're all based on fantasy creatures. That one is an orc. Oo, the green one is a goblin. I needed to get that one after I watched this cartoon porn one. It was about these captive humans who were taken by goblins into a cave. There were these small goblins and then these big ones. And they—"

"I don't watch porn," he said.

Now, I knew he was lying. It was almost impossible not to watch porn if your dick got hard like a hundred times a day. Mine was chubbing at the thought of that goblin cave, all those big dicks stretching out those tiny holes, and then the other big dicks, but not as big as the others that went to town. I let out a breathy gasp, only signaling all the blood to hit the dick and get harder. "Ok, well, I've gotta—"

"You cannot take one of these," he continued, wrapping both hands around the base of the dildo. "You struggled to take me, and I'm not a fantasy creature."

"You're—" I was getting all hot under the shirt collar he'd forced me in. "Hung like one though."

"Ok, ok," he said, smiling. "Which one am I most like?"

It was impossible to tell. My throat becoming a little dry as I was put on the spot. "You're like the purple one. That one isn't a monster one though. It's one of the ones from the website. Their own creation." It was also my first. It was curved and girthy, with a lightly textured shaft that led to a firm base that looked like a set of hairy balls. There was also an attachable suction cup for use on hard surfaces.

Danya seemed to admire it, sloping his hand down the curve. He gave it a tap and smiled. "It's hard," he said.

"I'm hard," I let out, gasping.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Oh no, it's not playtime."

Licking my lips wet, I wanted to argue with him. "When is it playtime then?"

"Let me see," he said, grabbing the largest dildo of the collection. The dragon dick. It was the same of his forearm with a thick head and a tapered shaft. Textured with small, raised bumps. "You can take all of this?"

"If I'm prepared," I said. Preparation was key to a toy as big as that, and it was only fun if it was clean. "But it takes a while."

"You're right," he continued. "You should be working. And I'll make sure to pack these away somewhere you can't find them until you've finished."

Squeezing my erection between my thighs. "What?"

"I don't want you to be distracted."

He was the one who had distracted me. I hadn't even wanted to think about them until after we'd got a lead. And now, I was the hardest I'd been in a while. Heat radiating from my crotch. I wasn't letting him sit there and tell me to get back to work. "No," I said, standing. "You've done this to me." I yanked my slacks to my thighs, showing him how hard my cock had become.

"Congratulations," he said, placing the dildos back into the box. "But it's not my fault that you can't control your urges."

Undressing out of the slacks, I kicked them across to him from where I was. They landed over his head. "Not my fault. I can't concentrate now even if I tried."

"What do you want me to do?" he shrugged. "You took all my juice away this morning."

"I know what I can do," I told him, looking at the purple toy. "I don't need you for that."

He grabbed the toy I was staring at and stood. "Well," he grumbled, walking over to me. "I guess I can do you a favor since you did one for me."

"Yeah," I let out, the word stuck on my throat. "What are you gonna do?"

"Bend over the stool," he said. "I wanna see how much you can take of this—this—this knock-off version of my dick you're craving so much."

He saw through me. I was craving that dildo as much as I craved his cock.

I leaned over the stool, my ass out for him. "Give it to me."

"You want me to go in dry?" he asked, sucking on his teeth. "You're asking for trouble. I'll get the lube. I know your limitations. And going in dry is a limit."

"Obviously, you're gonna need lube," I said, tugging at the buttons on my shirt. I couldn't be in this tight constricting straight jacket for another second.

When Danya came back with the lube, I was naked, my back arched, leaning over the stool at the breakfast bar. My cock pointing to the floor, pressed at the base by the stool.

His sleeves were rolled, like he was about to get ready do some work. "You shouldn't do things I might like to get used to," he grumbled. Kneeing at my ass, he grabbed my cock with a warm, wet hand. Tugging and tossing it, his grip becoming stronger at the tip like he was attempting to milk me. "You're gonna have to make some noise. I need motivation to get hard."

"I thought you—" I bit on my lip as his finger touched my hole by surprise. "I didn't think you wanted to fuck me."

"I never said I didn't want to fuck you," he pushed his finger inside me. "I said you'd taken all the juice out of me. If you want me to fuck you without juice, I can, but I don't want to hurt you by fucking you for too long."

All his concerns were not mine, because as he milked my cock with one hand and pushed a finger into my ass with another, all I could think about was how I was willing for him to fuck me for as long as he wanted. I signed, sealed, and delivered the waiver with my rights for him to take control over my body. Even if he wasn't asking, I was giving.

"You're eager," he continued, pulling my cheeks with both of his warm, lubed hands. "You know, boys like you are always eager at first. You love being overpowered, don't you?"

"Yes," I answered.

"And you love it when your hands are tied behind your back, and you lose control over your body."

"Tie my hands?" I asked.

"You saw the pictures," he said, tugging a hand I had out in front of me to my back. "You know that what's I like."

"No," I said. "I'm not being someone on your camera roll." My cock throbbed. I turned away and sat on the stool. In front of Danya's kneeling body. "I'm not something you get to look back at. I'm an experience you get in the moment."

Danya's face danced through several emotional states. "Fine," he said, smiling. "No pictures. But I get to control your body while you're in my apartment. You do everything as I say."

"What do I get out of it?"

"Sex."

It was a big motivator. "What else?"

"Use of the bedroom."

"I've already got use of your bedroom. What else?"

"What else do you want?"

It was a battle for power. "I want you to delete all the pictures of every other guy from your phone. Forever."

"No. That's years of conquests. I'm not—"

"Then you don't get to control me."

He grabbed my hand by the wrist. My cock throbbed again, pushing precum to the tip. "But—"

"If you delete all those pictures, then I'll let you tie me to your bed and fuck me." I knew it sounded like it was something I was saying he only wanted to do. But I wanted it. And I also didn't want him to consider me a conquest, or as a prize, and to do that, I needed for him to get rid of all those previous prizes on his phone. "Whenever you want."

"And what about the big toy?"

"Full consent," I said, watching the light behind his eyes grow. "But I have to be prepared to take that. Understand?"

"Ok." He pulled out his phone. "Delete them. I'll go get my toys."

All that talk got my cock throbbing harder. I quickly plugged it into my laptop and erased every image he'd taken of a guy before. There were thousands of images. I was jealous of each one of them having been the subject of Danya's affections once before. This whole thing between us started out with hate, I didn't think he'd hated any one of those smiling boys faces before. I made sure the deletion was permanent. I didn't want to see them ever again.

"Get in here," he called to me. "And bring the lube."

I grabbed the toy and lube he'd brought into the kitchen.

Danya stood at the foot of his bed, his shirt already off to reveal the small white tank top stretched across his large frame, exposing every muscular vein across his chest and abdomen. "I'll ease you into it," he said. "Some hand stuff, then maybe we'll play around with tying your hands to things, like the bed posts, and maybe even your legs, stretched wide open like an invitation to eat your ass."

Panting like an excited dog, I was ready. I handed the things to him and got on my knees. "I'm ready," I told him. "Let me take it now."

He threw the toy and lube onto the bed. "The game has changed now," he said. "You're mine. And you've been a bad boy, haven't you?"

"The worst," I said.

Gripping me by the chin, he pulled me to my feet. "Let me taste." He placed his lips on mine and forced his tongue inside. My tongue was far too weak and submissive trying to battle against the strength of his. After all, he had plenty of training from eating ass. "Mhmm." He moaned directly into my mouth. "Now, you can get on your knees."

Obeying him, I got on my knees to see the friend I'd made earlier bulge in front of my face. I wrapped my arms around his legs and squeezed my head against it. There was a heartbeat coming from inside it. Thumping away at the side of my head. He kept thumping and thumping like he wanted to be freed.

"Get it out then," he said, unbuckling his belt. "And suck it."

As I got to work, letting my mouth and tongue do the moves he'd liked earlier, I looked to see him playing with a blue rope. He was twisting it, making loops, and snapping them shut to make tiny whips. I was so excited by what I saw, my teeth touched his shaft, and he pushed me away by my shoulders.

"You need better training," he said. "Don't worry. I've trained boys in less time."

Their faces flashed in front of me, obedient smiles. I wasn't like any of them though. "You can try," I told him. "But I will push back sometimes."

"You're different," he said. "I'll fuck that right out of you."

It sounded like he was threatening me with his dick. And while his dick should've been considered something that required a conceal and carry permit, I didn't find it as threatening as his tinted Russian accent made it seem. "I already gave you permission," I reminded him. "So, what are you waiting for?"

Pushing his buttons was fun. His eyebrow twitched and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly. "Turn. Hands behind your back."

This was where the fun happened.

He wrapped the rope around my hands, making a knot then tugging on it to make sure it was secure, and controlling me. With the positioning of my arms, any tug of it made my entire body move with it. I didn't understand how it all worked, but it kept me on the edge of excitement, and if he kept edging me without fucking me, I'd blow my load and be big mad.

"I'll start with your toy," he snickered. "I wonder which you prefer. Me or this cheap knock-off."

"Hey," I snapped. "Those aren't cheap."

"How do we feel about a muzzle?"

"A what?"

He pulled out a roll of tape. The same tape he'd used over my mouth when he'd kidnapped me off the street. "Oh."

Over my mouth it went.

"I want you to moan so loud that it's vibrating from your body," he said.

That was fine. Most of my moans came from me in deep throaty waves.

Finally on the bed, he pushed forward and then tugged at the rope to pull me again. "Just like that," he said. "Now, take a deep breath."

In through the nose. I sucked in deep.

The end of the dildo went inside me. I quickly went to the base of it as I leaned back to sit. My mouth trying to open wide, pained and strained by the feeling of the tape. I moaned, my legs letting out jolts as I went from sitting on my knees, to being flat on the bed with my ass taking the dildo to the flared base.

"Look at how deep you can go," Danya whispered in my ear. "How often do you practice on this one?" he chuckled. "Wait. You can't speak." He kissed my cheeks, rubbing his stubbly face against mine. "And I told you to shave this."

I didn't have a razor to shave. But I did now. I tried to speak using my vocal chords in my throat. But none of it made any sense, and almost sounded like I was making a song.

He lifted my ass in the air and then let go, forcing me back onto the toy. Reaching around, he grabbed my cock. "I can get a rope and tie it around this to stop you from cumming. But I think it's only fair that you made me cum today."

Moaning in my throat, I was ready to cum.

He made me bounce on the dildo for another couple of minutes before he pulled me off it. It felt like I'd lost part of myself, like when he'd fucked me so deep, I thought he'd displaced my inner organs with the sensation he'd created inside me.

"Let me put a condom on," he said. "I don't want to catch anything."

I couldn't even say anything sassy back. Like, I was the one who might've caught something from him, but I couldn't. Instead, all I could do was let out a series of hums and grumbles.

"I'll be gentle," he whispered, tugging my ass off the side of the bed. He then thrust his cock deep inside me. "That's what I call a joke," he said, wrapping his arms around me to get a better angle at fucking me.

I lasted minutes before letting go. My dick bounced around, spraying cum in shots across his bed. He fucked harder against the pulse of my hole. My body tingled, battling the want for him to let me go and the need for him to hold me close and keep fucking. I was desperate to never let the feeling fade.

Losing all energy, he continued to fuck me as I surrendered to flopping around on the bed in front of him. He was still in control of my body with each tug of the rope, I was yanked against his body where his lips kissed the back of my neck and he whispered about how this was what I'd wanted.

And that was true. I had wanted his dick, even without all the juice I'd taken from him earlier. Now, I was enjoying the dick-sized hole he was carving out inside me for his pleasure, and future pleasure.

"That's it," he said. "Oh. Oh. That's it." He laid on me, his body convulsing as his hips tried to bury his boner into me. I barely felt him full the condom inside me from how numb he'd turned my insides. "Good," he whispered, sweat from his face dripping on my neck. "You're not like the others," he said. "You're better." He tore the tape away.

"Next time," I finally said, panting. "I'm going on top."

He kissed me again. "Next time, you mean tonight?" With his bared teeth he pushed them into my skin, leaving and impression. "I think I need a nap."

"Untie me first then," I said, wiggling my arms at my back.

"You wanna take a nap with me?"

I did. I was so tired after today. "You might have to change the sheets again," I told him. "I think I even hit the headboard."