“But no family.”
Tobias narrowed his eyes, wondering once again just how much these people knew about him, and how they had found it all out. Abruptly, he imagined them combing through his apartment, picking through his life, and in that moment he realized that even if he had managed to escape, they would know exactly where to find him and drag him back!
Fuck.
“For all intents and purposes,” the Beast added. “You are alone in this world.”
“How do you know that?” Tobias demanded.
“You just listed everything in order of importance,” the Beast said. “People do that without even realizing it. Your job comes first, then your apartment, and then your friends. Had you a wife, children, parents, you would have mentioned them first.”
“My parents are dead,” Tobias said.
“Siblings?”
“None.”
“And you are not married to a female.”
“No.”
The Beast nodded slowly. “Because you’re attracted to other males.”
He was completely right of course but Tobias found himself shifting, almost wanting to deny that. “You can’t know that.”
The Beast took a step forward, negating the distance Tobias had just put between them. “Of course I can,” he said, and his voice was low now, almost husky. “I can smell the arousal coming off you.”
Tobias gasped, though somewhere inside he knew he shouldn’t be surprised, not after what Petrov and Gregovitch had said, and not after his own suspicions of what ‘the turning’ might be. “No…”
“Yes,” the Beast said. “I knew the moment I walked into this room. When you looked up at me with those big, blue eyes.”
“No…”
The Beast took another step forward. Tobias took one back, though he regretted it a moment later when the backs of his knees brushed up against the edge of the bed. “You desire other males, and right now that includes me.”
“You’ve abducted me,” Tobias said, his tongue suddenly feeling too big for his mouth. “Chained me to the bed. You’re not letting me leave. Why on Earth would I be attracted to you?”
The Beast smiled, and as he did so Tobias couldn’t help but notice the way his yellow eyes seemed to glow. “Because you’re responding to my desires,” he said. “The fact that I want you? You feel it and you’re responding to it.”
His words were so close to what Tobias had thought as they walked the tunnels of this underground town that he shivered. If he didn’t know better, he’d start to think the Beast was a mind reader or something. From the beginning—and it was just a few hours ago—it was like this man knew exactly how Tobias was going to act, how he was going to respond, even what he was going to say. It was too much. Too intense on top of everything that had already happened. Tobias held up his hands. “Stop,” he said. “Just stop.”
The Beast sighed, and then to Tobias’ absolute horror, and intense, unwelcome delight, he took the edges of his tee-shirt…and in one smooth move he pulled it over his head.
Tobias could do nothing but gape at him. Shock fizzling through every cell of his being. The Beast was muscled in all the right places, worse, he was dusted in a light sprinkling of tawny hair, and Tobias had always been a sucker for hairy men. The urge to step forward, to run his hands over those muscles, made Tobias gasp again. He could imagine catching his fingers in the curls…tugging on them…
He swallowed hard. His hands itched, his heart raced, and his cock thickened in an instant. The reaction was so swift, so visceral, that Tobias didn’t know what to think of it. He could only take a deep shuddery breath.
“There is no stopping,” the Beast said, his eyes fixed hard on Tobias. “Not now. Not after you ran. Perhaps if you had done as I asked I would have been able to control myself for longer.” He shrugged. “But you’ve awoken it now, Tobias. I can’t stop it.”
“I—”
“Feel it, Tobias,” the Beast added. “It is pulsing between us. There is only one way to sate it.”
“It?” Tobias asked. “It?”
The Beast smiled. “Desire,” he said. “It’s been there from the very beginning. It has always been just a matter of time until I had you.”
He is not for you…
Those words spoken to Gregovitch, the words spoken now, they brought a million different images to Tobias’ mind, and it was ridiculous but he actually felt weak-kneed. He knew exactly what the Beast was talking about, and he shuddered at the thought of doing those things, not because he didn’t want to, but because he did, so badly…in that moment Tobias realized why he had taken so long to run, why he had let his curiosity override his fear.
He wanted to be fucked by the Beast.
But he didn’t want to want it.
“I just want to go home,” he whispered.
The Beast lowered his hands until they were on the top of his jeans. Tobias gulped at the intent of that movement. “Only I have the power to grant that,” he said.
“Because you rule here,” Tobias breathed.
“Precisely.”
“Then grant it,” Tobias said. “Please.”
The Beast shook his head, and then slowly, like he wanted Tobias to see every movement, he popped the button of his jeans. “That is not how it works,” he said. “Here if you want something you have to give something.”
And so Tobias asked, though he feared he already knew the answer to his question. “What do you want?”
“The same thing I have wanted since I set eyes on you.”
“I prefer to pick my lovers,” Tobias said. “Not have them forced on me.”
The Beast laughed and pulled on his zipper. “You would like nothing better than to have me in your bed, and, I suspect, some force will simply arouse you all the more.”
“No.”
“Yes, Tobias,” he said, almost chidingly. “I see the lust darken your eyes when you look at me. You want this. You want me to bend you over and sink my cock into your pucker.”
Tobias’ dick pulsed and he closed his eyes, as if to block out the images the Beast’s words had created. “No…”
“You want me to force inch after inch of my length into your luscious lips.”
And thickened ever further. “No…”
“And we’re going to do that, Tobias,” the Beast whispered. “There is no choice anymore. Not if you want what only I can give.”
Tobias snapped his eyes open. “To go home.”
“Precisely.”
“So if I do this…”
The Beast removed his hands from his zipper and crossed his arms. “Then I may grant your request.”
“May?”
“If you are as beautiful as I suspect,” the Beast said. “If it is as good as I have been imagining it will be.” He paused, and then he smiled, that same smile that had made Tobias shudder in the very beginning. “If you please me then yes, Tobias Thorn, I will allow you to go home.”
Chapter Eight
Tobias couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about doing what the Beast was asking, but there was no denying that his mind was moving in that direction, and moving there fast. He shifted on the spot, trying to understand why he should be feeling this way about a man who had not only chained him up, but had also told him he couldn’t leave unless they fucked.
It was blackmail, Tobias realized.
The Beast was blackmailing him for sex. And yet, Tobias knew, and there was no denying this, that if the Beast had simply coaxed, seduced even, that there would be no need for blackmail. The Beast had been right about one thing. Tobias did want him, and he wanted him so bad. In fact, he couldn’t ever remember feeling so attracted to another man. His cock was throbbing in his pants, and he could feel the low wrench of desire deep in his gut. Tobias wasn’t a virgin, despite many, many years of a bleak dating landscape, but he wasn’t hugely experienced either. He’d taken very few men inside of him, orally or anally, and he’d never been at a point where he longed to
do just that.
But now, looking up at the Beast, at his corded muscles, his tawny hair, those intense yellow eyes, Tobias was overwhelmed with the desire to sink to his knees, open his mouth, and take inch after inch of cock into his throat.
It made no sense, and already Tobias was beginning to wonder if he had been compromised in some way being here. Perhaps the emotional toll was making him act irrationally. Or perhaps they’d drugged him in some way. He didn’t know. But he did know that, attraction to the Beast or not, he wanted to go home. He wanted to open the door to his apartment, look out on to the ferocious waves, and forget about the craziness of this night.
There was only one way that was going to happen.
He had to fuck the Beast.
And he had to make it good.
As those thoughts raced through his mind the Beast uncrossed his arms and moved towards the bed. He moved with a clear intention, his body saying everything that his words already had. And Tobias was in no way immune to picking up on those intentions. The Beast was painfully attractive…and Tobias was painfully aroused.
“Your answer is yes,” the Beast said a moment later.
Tobias shook his head. “You can’t know that.”
“I can feel it,” the Beast said. “You’re hard already.” He reached down and palmed his cock through his jeans. “I’m hard too. I’ve been hard from the moment I attached those manacles to your wrists.”
“Then it was you,” Tobias breathed.
The Beast nodded. “When I wrapped my fingers around your skin…” He paused. “When I felt how soft it was. It was all I could do not to strip you there and then. I imagined you waking up naked, confused and aroused. And then I imagined coming in and feeding my cock into your throat. You would be wide-eyed, bewildered, but before long you would be wrapping your tongue around my cock-head, loving how I taste.”
“Why didn’t you do that?” Tobias whispered, his heart racing at the images the Beast was putting in his mind.
“Because I imagined something else too,” the Beast said. “I imagined this.” He waved a hand to the bed. “You lying there, knowing full well what I want to do with you and how I want to do it, and consenting anyway.”
“To fuck me,” Tobias whispered.
The Beast nodded. “Hard,” he said. “Because it will have to be hard, Tobias. That is the only way to ensure that the others know I have claimed you as my own. Your hair, your eyes, your skin…” He sighed. “You are too beautiful, Tobias, and too many of my men are long without a mate. They will try to claim you if I have not.”
“Claim me?”
The Beast stepped forward, his hand still pressed against his cock, and Tobias couldn’t help but look down. He could see it, the outline at least, and for one moment felt his heart hitch. The Beast was big all over, big across the chest, big hands…and a big cock. Tobias swallowed at the prospect of taking the full length of it inside him.
“That is what we do here,” the Beast said. “When we find someone we want we claim them for our own. Once that is complete they stay here with us.”
“But you said I could leave. If I pleased you…you said…”
“I am making an exception for you.” The Beast took another step forward. “You are too beautiful to do otherwise. And I trust you not to speak of your experience, for who would believe you? Who would even listen, especially when you explain that you fucked me for your freedom?”
God…he was right, Tobias realized. How on Earth could he go to the police and tell them about this experience? They would laugh him out of the station.
“So I fuck you and then I leave?” Tobias asked.
The Beast shook his head. “No, Tobias,” he said. “I fuck you.”
“I…” Tobias swallowed nervously, unable to finish whatever he had planned to say, though in truth he had no idea what that was. He had never talked about fucking someone before. The few experiences he’d had were from drunken nights out, the sex naturally following on from that. But this? To sit and discuss how and when he was going to be fucked? It was all new to him, and he wasn’t sure how to handle it, or even what he was supposed to do now. So he froze, and he waited, and then the Beast spoke.
“And we start right now,” he said. “Come here.”
“I—”
The Beast sighed, shot him almost an exasperated look, and pulled him into his arms. A moment later, and before Tobias could say a single word, he kissed him.
Tobias had been kissed before, several times, but this kiss? It was nothing like he had ever experienced before. There was no tentative touch, no careful exploration. The Beast leaned in, took Tobias’ lips, and practically consumed him. His lips covered Tobias’ in full, his tongue danced around the edge, and his teeth nibbled along the edge of Tobias’ bottom lip.
It was constant.
Continual.
Tobias could do nothing but reach up and clutch the Beast’s bare shoulders to keep his balance. As he did so, as their skin made contact, he felt a fizzle run through him, almost like a spark. His head spun, sensations shot from his lips to his pulsing cock. It was like the Beast’s lips held a drug, and the moment Tobias touched them it entered his system.
The Beast gave a low groan and pulled him close. Tobias felt surrounded by him. He was so big, the heat coming off him warming Tobias in a weird way—he hadn’t even been cold.
Tobias had no idea how long they kissed for, but his cock was so hard, he was so turned on, and any thoughts he’d had about refusing this, about refusing the Beast, were gone. The kiss swept them all away. In that moment Tobias had never wanted anyone as bad as he wanted the Beast.
He had never been so excited.
Right or wrong, and it was wrong in so many ways, Tobias wanted this, was unable to refuse it.
The Beast wrenched his lips from him, and then he was pulling at Tobias’ top, dragging his pants down, his long fingers creating shivers that raced across Tobias’ skin. Next thing Tobias knew he was bare, and he wasn’t self-conscious about that at all, wasn’t even thinking about how everything was happening so damn fast. In fact, it pleased him immensely when the Beast let out a ragged sigh.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “I knew you would be.”
He ran a finger along Tobias’ abs, tracing their contours.
“And here,” he said, and then he wrapped his hand around Tobias’ cock. Tobias let out a hiss, the contact enough to make him tingle all over.
“Your cock is gorgeous,” the Beast said. “I want to taste it.”
“I—”
He did not have a chance to say anything else. The Beast dropped to his knees and as Tobias watched—heart in his mouth—he wrapped his lips around Tobias’ cock-head.
“Oh God…” Tobias whispered.
The Beast smiled around him, his painfully attractive face filling Tobias’ view, before darting out his tongue, and languidly licking along Tobias’s slit. A moment later and he suckled Tobias into his mouth, surrounding him in warm, wet heat.
It felt amazing. Pleasure ran along every single inch of Tobias’ length. The Beast’s tongue was moist and hot, and it made Tobias ache with need. He arched his hips, pushing himself further into the Beast’s mouth. The Beast took it all, even encouraged more, growling his approval as Tobias placed his hands on the Beast’s tawny head and pumped in and out.
When the Beast opened his throat so that Tobias’ could slip in another inch he let out a strangled cry. His cock hit the back of the Beast’s throat, the Beast’s tongue was everywhere and his hands…oh God…he was fondling Tobias’ balls, tickling down to his pucker.
It was too much.
An orgasm—so long denied—began to build.
Tobias pumped himself in and out of the Beast’s mouth furiously. His mind fixed on one goal. That was all that mattered now. When the Beast slipped a finger into his asshole, that goal began to seem closer than ever.
“Yes,” he whispered. “Yes.”
He needed t
his so bad! Wanted it so much. He was so close…
But then the Beast was pulling back, his finger stilling, his tongue no longer caressing Tobias’ length. He looked up and he smiled, his lips wet from Tobias’ pre cum.
“Please,” Tobias gasped. “Please.”
“Not yet,” the Beast said. “Not yet.”
Chapter Nine
The Beast steered him over to the cabinet with the saddle attached and as he did so Tobias realized exactly what it was meant for. His stomach clenched, his heart raced, and it felt like liquid excitement was running through his veins.
He was so aroused. So close to coming. It wouldn’t take much at all, Tobias knew that. So when the Beast bent him over the saddle—and Tobias’ body seemed to fit into it perfectly—it was a wonder his cock didn’t spurt there and then, covering the leather with his seed.
But the Beast had primed him right. He had stopped just short of Tobias’ orgasm and Tobias knew why. The Beast wanted to fuck a climax out of him. He wanted it to come from Tobias’ ass, because it would be all the more powerful then, Tobias would have absolutely no control over it.
“That’s right,” the Beast whispered. “Bend over for me.” He palmed Tobias’ ass and let out a growl of approval. “So fucking beautiful,” he added. “And so tight.”
Tobias shivered as he spread himself over the saddle. It was the perfect height, and it took all of his weight. He need do nothing but wait to be fucked. Behind him he heard the sound of a zipper, and then the Beast’s jeans hitting the floor. A moment later something warm squirted on his ass.
Tobias moaned softly. He was so sensitized even that was pleasurable.
“Let’s get you nice and ready,” he said.
A finger went back in and Tobias groaned as the Beast finger fucked his pucker. Before long a second entered. Tobias arched his hips, pushing against the penetration. It had been so long! He had forgotten how good it felt!
The Beast finger fucked him over and over. His other hand found Tobias’ back and he kneaded and rubbed the flesh. The two sensations were so different, and yet they complimented each other perfectly. His ass was being pleasured, his muscles relaxed, and it was enough that Tobias moaned over and over, the sounds almost in time with the Beast’s thrusts.
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