by Ty Marton
The two of them arrived at the last door along the row of motel rooms – room X. Mason produced his sizable keychain from his pocket, shuffling through the keys and finally finding the one that unlocked the door. It creaked open, revealing darkness. Mason nudged Jeff inside, then turned on a light. To Jeff’s surprise, he found himself within… a seemingly normal motel room, stripped bare of all furniture, save for the king-size bed. He wasn’t sure what he had expected, but after his time in the dungeon and the theater, he certainly didn’t think the slaves’ quarters would be so simple.
With just a gentle shove, Mason sent Jeff tumbling forward onto the bed. “Behave,” he grumbled, cautiously uncuffing Jeff’s wrists and dragging them apart to the top corners of the bed, where two fresh sets of cuffs were waiting, each one bolted to the wall. Keeping Jeff in check with his vice-like grip, Mason soon had him cuffed in place in the bed, arms spread over his head, ankles still cuffed together.
“There,” Mason said, admiring his handiwork, “perfect.”
Jeff closed his eyes, a sudden wave of dizziness coming over him. He murmured quietly to himself, his voice slurred and unintelligible. Had he really just begged this man to make him cum? Why hadn’t he resisted being cuffed down to the bed? Mason was strong, but if Jeff could have managed to overpower him while his arms were free, he would have had a real shot at escaping, especially considering the fact that he could have taken Mason’s precious keyring. But no, Jeff had become totally docile. What had happened to him? Had his evening in the theater and his night in the stocks really had such a profound effect on him?
“They’re breaking you down.”
Jeff opened his eyes, confused to find that the voice didn’t belong to Mason. In fact, Mason was nowhere to be seen – the door was closed and locked. The light coming through the blinds seemed different in tone – time had passed.
And there before him, standing at the foot of the bed, was Danny Major.
“Are… you real?” Jeff asked, his mind still feeling hazy. Danny nodded, taking a solemn seat on the bed next to Jeff. A sudden shiver came over Jeff, even though the room seemed perfectly warm. “I think… they drugged me…” he said.
Again, Danny nodded. “The water,” he said. “They always spike it to keep us woozy. After you’re here a little while longer, you’ll get a little bit used to it.”
Jeff sighed, realizing that he had drunk from Mason’s canteen again this morning. The small drink he had last night was probably the reason he’d had such vivid dreams in the stocks. “Quaaludes…” he mused, thinking back to Trixie’s truck. Damn… had it really only been a day since he had pulled her over? It felt like forever ago...
“You can’t fight it,” Danny said after a few moments worth of silence. “They’ll always win.”
Jeff swallowed, choking back teary eyes, the sense of powerlessness starting to become overwhelming. “You should have let me run,” he said, his voice bitter.
Danny’s response was matter-of-fact. “They’d have caught you. They’d have killed you. I’ve seen it happen a dozen times since I’ve been here.”
“So what?” Jeff snapped. “Live or die, at least it would have been on my terms. Now, I don’t even have the will to fight back.” Jeff swallowed again, the lump in his throat growing, a single tear trailing down the side of his face. “It wasn’t your choice to make,” he said. “You’ve damned me. I came here to help you, and you’ve damned me.”
Danny hung his head low. “I know,” he conceded, his eyes starting to well up as well. “I just… I wanted you here. I needed you here.”
“Why?” Jeff cried out, practically a wail, his bloodshot eyes piercing through Danny’s considerable armor and demanding a response. “You don’t even fucking know me!”
For a long time, Danny was silent. Then, after a heavy breath, he spoke.
“Before Mason claimed me as his own, this room used to be where they kept me,” he said. “Almost a year ago, when I first ended up here… this was where it all started. Where they broke me down. Do you know what kept me going for so long?
“I had somebody, someone suffering alongside me, someone I came to care about. They played the two of us off each other, played mindgames with us, and in the end, they made us come to depend upon each other. It was the way they wanted it. And it worked. I learned everything from him, everything they wanted me to learn, anyhow. I became everything Mason wanted me to be. I became the perfect slave, and it was all thanks to him. But all the same… he… meant something to me.
“But then, Mason figured he had served his purpose, so he sold him away to some Mexican drug lord, sold him like he was a secondhand car or something. I’ll never see him again. For all I know, he’s dead. Maybe he might as well be.”
Jeff’s glare softened into something different, something like pity. He thought back to the security footage, the video of Danny’s first days as a slave. “You’re talking about the blond slave with the long hair,” he asked.
“Eric,” Danny said, before bitterly clarifying, “Number nine.”
“They showed me footage of you two… serving…”
Danny nodded, the reminder painful. “He showed me how to submit, showed me how to take it. How to embrace it. How to beat them. Or so I thought, anyway. Maybe all of it was bullshit. I’ll never know for sure.”
Another brief silence ensued, but then Danny put his hand on Jeff’s arm, looking straight down into the bound slave’s eyes. “The point,” he said, “is that they broke me down, from Danny Major into ‘X.’ But when Eric left, X left, too. I felt dead inside. But then you showed up, and do you know what happened?”
“…What?” Jeff asked, a bit transfixed by Danny’s intensity.
“I felt like Danny Major again.”
Jeff exhaled deeply, another tear falling from his eye, mirroring the one that was already falling from Danny’s.
“That’s why I need you here,” Danny said. “Because you and I… we’re going to escape this place. No matter what they do to you, no matter how much they break you down, I need you to keep believing that. Because for the first time in months, I think I believe it, too.”
Jeff swallowed, his mouth dry. Was this really the same slave he had discovered at the motel less than twenty-four hours earlier? That Danny had seemed lifeless and catatonic, but now, there was a spark present that wasn’t before. There was hope.
The two of them locking eyes, Jeff gave a solemn nod. “I’m with you,” he said. “Whatever it takes.”
Danny nodded back, giving Jeff’s shoulder a squeeze. “Good,” he said, reaching down and grabbing the chain connecting Jeff’s ankles. Moving to the side, he began pulling it upwards, dragging Jeff’s legs upward towards the wall over his head, where a hook was drilled into the plaster.
“Wait,” Jeff said as Danny secured his ankle chain to the hook, “what are you doing?”
Unfazed by the sudden panic in Jeff’s voice, Danny moved onto the bed, climbing over top of Jeff. “The only reason Mason hasn’t killed you is because he thinks you can replace Eric,” he said. “He thinks that’s what I want from you. We need him to continue thinking that.”
Over Danny’s left shoulder, Jeff finally noticed the security camera bolted to the ceiling in the corner of the room. They were being watched.
“He can’t hear us,” Danny said, “but he is most certainly watching us.”
“So… you’re just going to fuck me then?”
Danny didn’t respond, choosing instead to lick his palm, which was response enough for Jeff. He brought his wet hand down to Jeff’s ass, smearing the saliva over the restrained captive’s exposed hole in order to try and give him some semblance of lubrication. Jeff squirmed at the sensation, quivering with nervous anticipation. “Just… wait… I’ve never been fucked before…”
Danny gave Jeff a sympathetic frown. “We’ve got to give him what he wants. And you should consider yourself lucky. My first day at the motel, I was getting fists up my ass. No one
eased me into anything…”
Danny positioned himself over Jeff, the tip of his hardened cock knocking directly on Jeff’s back door. “Just keep breathing, and stay relaxed,” he said, staring down into Jeff’s eyes as he slowly started bucking forward.
Jeff’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp, Danny’s cock piercing its way past his sphincter before he could get another word out. He breathed deep, trying his best to ignore the impulses screaming at him to panic, to tense up. He thought back to the theater, to the way he had resisted the dildo, and how intensely uncomfortable it had felt at first. But now, with Danny, something was different. He was… taking it. He didn’t know if it was simply the fact that he had been drugged, but he was letting it happen. And with Danny staring down at him, and his dreams of submission fresh on his mind, Jeff knew something else, as well.
A very strong part of him wanted it.
“There you go,” Danny whispered, watching Jeff tilt his head back and moan as he finished burying his final inch up the slave’s ass. He held it still for a few moments, allowing Jeff to adjust to the sensation, his inner muscles stretching to accommodate. Gradually, his face began to fall, until his forehead was resting against Jeff’s. Within seconds, the two of them were breathing in sync, their chests rising and falling together.
“Are you ready for more?” Danny whispered. Jeff’s response was practically instantaneous.
“Yes…” he moaned out, stopping just short of adding, “please.”
With that word landing on his ear, with his forehead still pressed against Jeff’s, with his lips caught in each one of Jeff’s warm, gasping breaths, Danny slowly pulled back, then bucked forward once more, a quick, clean thrust that firmly re-inserted himself within the bound, helpless slave. Jeff grunted, sustaining a low, murmuring growl that seemed to come straight from the pit of his stomach as Danny continued bucking in and out of him. His breath grew into a shaky shudder, his entire body quivering. Between his legs, his cock was quickly growing firm, veins bulging out from his sizable shaft.
“That’s it,” Danny whispered, his lips brushing against Jeff’s as he spoke. “Embrace it…”
“Fuck yes…” Jeff whimpered without so much as a thought. He was operating on autopilot right now, submitting himself beneath Danny, letting himself go somewhere his subconscious only dared tread while dreaming. It was all the same, he realized. Whether he was awake or asleep, lucid or hysterical, this was what he craved now. The seductive draw of submission had been forced into him, if it hadn’t secretly already been there before. And now, trapped beneath this muscular slave and his piston-like cock, there was nothing for Jeff to do but let that sense of submission overpower him completely.
This was why when Danny allowed his parting lips to land directly over Jeff’s, there was absolutely no hesitation from the slave. Jeff arched his neck forward, pressing his mouth back against Danny’s, taking the top’s tongue into his mouth and returning the gesture. The pretense of a ruse for Mason’s benefit seemed ridiculous now – Danny wanted this just as badly as Jeff did, the two of them kissing each other with a deep sense of urgency and almost reckless intimacy. Jeff let himself spiral into the kiss, his stream of consciousness blurring even further toward a muddled, incomprehensible garble. Even if it was becoming clear that there was more to Danny’s motivations than he had let on, even if perhaps Mason was correct in thinking that Jeff might be capable of replacing Eric, and that such a replacement might be enough to placate Danny back into embracing his place as ‘X,’ none of that mattered right now. Jeff was in no place to process such implications. It would all have to wait.
Right now, Jeff Kenton was getting fucked.
Danny broke the kiss and opened his eyes to find Jeff staring back up at him with a newfound intensity. He knew that look, recognized it as if he were seeing it in himself.
More, it said. Harder.
So Danny obliged, intensifying his thrusts until his grunts matched the sounds of pained ecstasy being hammered out of Jeff. He gradually sped his rhythm as the two of them continued echoing each other, until the waves of pleasure they were experiencing seemed to reflect endlessly between them, trapped like light caught between parallel mirrors. Jeff’s gasping breaths grew shakier and shakier, a cold sweat breaking out across his muscular chest as each one of Danny’s thrusts seemed to land with more of an impact than the last. Danny grimaced and buried his face in the pillow beside Jeff’s head, his climax fast approaching. Biting his lip, he held in a wail of pleasure as desperate to escape him as the cum within his cock. Jeff bit into Danny’s shoulder, sucking gently and muffling his own cries of pleasure and sensory overload.
Danny was thrusting into Jeff at a rapid-fire rate by now, as quickly and urgently as he knew how. He curled his fingers into Jeff’s hair, clawing and pulling at it as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.
“Cum inside me,” Jeff rasped, his voice desperate and insistent. “Please, Danny…”
The words put Danny over the edge, bringing a loud, long moan out of him. With Jeff’s clear green light, there was no stopping it. His climax arrived, his every muscle growing stiff with the pure, concentrated pleasure of sex rippling through his flesh. His cock began bursting with cum, shooting a thick, bountiful load deep within Jeff’s ass, the two of them moaning in unison. A red-faced Danny fell down over top of Jeff, the two of them struggling to catch their breath together, Jeff’s ass still clenching tightly around Danny’s dick. They might as well have melted together into a single being.
“Are you all right?” Danny finally asked, pulling up to look Jeff in the eye again. Staring up at him as if he were looking at him for the first time, Jeff nodded slowly, a shiver coming over him as he tried to wrap his mind around what had just happened. He realized that he couldn’t. Maybe a part of him simply didn’t want to.
And so, slave to the moment, and to his corrupted instincts, Jeff jerked upwards against his restraints, aggressively landing his mouth over top of Danny’s, craning his neck to kiss him as hard as he possibly could. Danny welcomed Jeff’s tongue into his mouth, one more shaky breath passing between the two of them, a gentle whimper of release escaping Jeff’s throat.
“Is it… it just the drugs?” Jeff murmured, momentarily pulling back from the kiss. Danny opened his eyes, coming out of the moment himself.
“What do you mean?”
“It just feels so fucking good…” Jeff said, his voice a strange mixture of certainty, weakness, and shame. Danny sighed, lowering his forehead and resting it back against Jeff’s.
“I don’t know,” he finally said. “Maybe. I remember when I was new here. When I was like you. Mason told me I would like the things that were done to me. He told me I wouldn’t have a choice.”
Jeff forced a swallow, his mouth suddenly dry as he thought of his own conflicting fears and desires. “Was he right?”
“I didn’t want him to be,” Danny said.
Jeff swallowed again, almost afraid to speak. “So what happens now?”
A look of determination came over Danny’s face. “Like I said, we keep giving him what he wants. We don’t fight. But at the same time, we hold on to who we really are. I couldn’t do that on my own, but with you here, I think I can. Sooner or later, we’ll catch them off guard.”
“And we escape…” Jeff whispered, a part of him scared of even saying the word out loud.
“That’s right,” Danny said. “We escape.”
They looked deep into each other’s eyes, a silent, solemn vow forging between them. Then, the moment overcoming both of them, their mouths came together once more in a slow, steady, passionate embrace. It was a different kind of kiss, a slow burn as opposed to the spontaneous combustion of before. This wasn’t a kiss for the cameras, or a kiss in the heat of physical ecstasy. This was a kiss between two desperate, powerless beings with no choice but to bond together however they possibly could.
Slowly, it intensified, with Danny running his fingers through Jeff’s hair, the tw
o of them moaning gently back and forth into each other’s mouths. Danny slid his tongue down over Jeff’s neck, kissing, licking, and biting at it, then on down to his shoulder, then further south, kissing the slave’s pectoral muscle and nipple. Grabbing the backs of Jeff’s legs, Danny began massaging the slave’s thighs and pushing his legs back even farther, arching his lower back up off the bed, spreading his legs apart, and further exposing his ass. He continued working his way south, his lips and face brushing past the tip of Jeff’s cock, the tip of his tongue dancing down the base of Jeff’s scrotum, until finally, his face was perfectly positioned between Jeff’s cheeks, his mouth finding its way over Jeff’s hole. Jeff tilted his head back at the sensation, gasping loudly, his Adam’s apple bulging out from his throat. Within seconds, he could feel Danny’s tongue sliding inside of him, his lips cupping around his rim and sucking…
“Oh fuck,” Jeff gasped as Danny began repeatedly lapping his tongue over his hole in slow, broad licks, collecting each droplet of hot cum in his mouth as it oozed out.
“Mmm-hmm,” Danny murmured, his mouth quickly filling with his own sticky mess. He planted one last kiss over Jeff’s ass, then began moving back up over top of the willing bottom, until his face was hovering just a few inches over Jeff’s. Instinctively, with his eyes locked on Danny’s, Jeff opened his mouth wide, breathing with heavy expectation as he extended his tongue. Danny pursed his lips, a thin trail of semen beginning to drizzle out of his mouth, landing in the back of Jeff’s. The slave closed his eyes as the familiar taste began to pool in the back of his throat. He found himself savoring it, focusing so intently on the flavor that it caught him off guard when Danny suddenly pressed their mouths together, passing his tongue into Jeff’s mouth and with it, the entire load of cum. Jeff gave a muffled, startled grunt, but quickly fell under the spell of the intoxicating fluid, sucking the taste straight off of Danny’s tongue, then returning the favor and pushing the load back up into Danny’s mouth with his own tongue. And as they continued kissing like this, passing Danny’s load back and forth with their tongues, Danny’s cock found its way back to Jeff’s ass, its tip grazing against Jeff’s hole. Jeff opened his eyes at the sensation, and, looking up at Danny, gave a slow nod of approval through their kiss.
