Lost Without You

Author's Note: Dear Readers, I do apologize for the delay on part two, I just recently started back at school and that seems to be eating away a lot of my time. But, you all can expect a hot third chapter on Sunday!

Yours truly,

Ray <3

The empty halls filled with hundreds of buzzing students as the lunch bell rang. Danny weaved his way through all the clustered bodies, his bag held tight to his chest. After seemingly an eternity, he reached the double doors that led to his freedom. The crisp cool breeze offered solace from the cramped, humid school halls. Danny reached into his pocket to fish out his phone.

Danny: Hey sexy wya?

Caleb: i got lunch detention cause i never came back to class :/

Danny: fuck You shouldve just said you had explosive diarea like i did

Caleb: didn't think of it. and that is not how you spell diarrhea lmao

Danny: fuck off

Caleb: anyway, you're gonna have to pay Jeb today I aint gettin out of here any time soon.

Danny: god dammit

Caleb: don't worry i'll pay you back after school

Danny: No, it's not that lol. I was looking forward to our session

Caleb: aww poor Danny. can't go ten minutes without busting a nut

Caleb laughed at his own smart-assery, but his smile faded when he looked up to see his gray-haired, balding teacher standing over him with his hand out. With a sigh, he defeatedly placed his apple iPhone in his teacher's hand. He heard a snicker from a few seats down on his left side. He turned to see Trevor, widely known as T, shaking his head shamefully at him. Caleb silently mouthed the words "fuck you". T's only response was a quick wink before returning to the picture he was drawing.

T was a Junior and also one of Danny's teammates on the football team. Standing at 6'2 with his caramel, Puerto Rican skin, he was a token of interest for many girls at the school. Caleb watched from the side as he stared intently through his black-rimmed glasses at the drawing he was working on. His defined jawline occasionally flexed as he clenched his teeth when concentrating. He had a blue "East J Varsity" headband around his head and curly raven hair. What had really caught Caleb's attention, was T's beefy arms. Sure, Danny had a nice set of guns on him, but with T, the muscles were more defined and toned, not to mention the Japanese sleeve tattoo on his right arm that was just asking to be kissed on by Caleb's lips. Upon closer inspection, Caleb noticed another tattoo on his neck peeking from beneath the collar of his blue polo shirt.

Being that the two of them never had a class together, Caleb had never gotten a good look at T; But God damn, was he a stud. Caleb shifted in his seat. He was growing restless watching T's brawny frame expand and contract with each breath. Caleb watched as T swallowed and that sexy addamsapple bounced in his thick muscled neck. 'Fuck.' He thought.Trevor was driving him wild just sitting there breathing; he'd love to feel those breaths against his back as T pounded his ass into lunch meat. Caleb took a deep breath and turned away as he realized he'd been staring for a good minute. T hadn't seemed to notice, the only other student in the class was asleep, and Mr.Fredricks was balls deep in whatever book he'd been reading for the past week.

Caleb crept over and took the seat next to T. The young athlete looked up for a moment, then returned to his work, not seeming too bothered. Caleb took this as the go-ahead and peered over at what he was drawing. On the paper was an amazing rendition of Itachi from the show Naruto, a Japanese anime. Caleb was dumbfounded by T's artistic skill. The picture was clearly unfinished, but every aspect was so... flawless. It was better than the lines and dots Caleb could do.

"You like Naruto?" Caleb asked quietly, disbelief in his voice.

"Yeah. Anime in general. Go on, judge away." T responded, not looking up from his work. His voice was a deep, silky baritone that was threatening to make Caleb soil his shorts. Again.

"No way, dude. I love anime! Naruto is honestly one of my fav-"

"Mr.Grant! This is detention, not social hour. Please remain silent." His teacher's stern voice rang out. Caleb rolled his eyes.

'Stupid, cockblocking, noodle-dicked, hairless old bastard...' Caleb spat internally. It didn't end there, but if I were to type out every curse and insult Caleb had invented just then, this chapter wouldn't be finished till next month!

"And also, move back to your seat and stop disturbing Mr.Romero." A deep sigh left Caleb's mouth as he stood and moved back to his previous position. He looked back over to T, who was mid laugh with a panty-dropping smile on his face.

"Psst! Jeb!" Danny called to the janitor who was unloading trash into the large dumpster. Jeb, the fair-skinned man in his mid-forties looked up and met Danny's eyes. Danny slapped a crisp $20 into the janitor's hand.

"Much obliged, young man. It's usually the other one that pays me, where's he?" He asked as he pulled a cigarette from the front pocket of his blue flannel shirt.

"Detention." Danny said, the annoyance very present in his answer.

"Hmph. Shame..." Jeb's voice trailed off. He seemed to be thinking of something, but Danny couldn't care enough to ask. "You kids sure made a fucking mess in the storage this time. What the hell kinda rampant fuckin' have you boys been doin'?" He asked as he sparked the stoge hanging from his lip. A mischievous grin developed on Danny's face.

"I could tell ya," he said as he began walking away, "But I'd have to kill you."

"Alright, boys." Mr.Fredricks spoke finally. "You're free to go. I hope not to see any of you in here again."

"Then stop givin' us detention." Caleb joked, his smile faded once he saw his instructors disapproving face. "I'll uh... I'll just go." He picked up his black Adidas backpack and proceeded out the front of the classroom.

'Fucking fifteen minutes left of lunch time. I'm hungry as shit, but I know Danny probably wants to see me.' Caleb had pulled out his phone when he heard a "Hey" that made him shiver. It was T.

"Hey, T. What's up?" Caleb replied trying to sound as cool as he possibly could.

"I'm about to get some lunch," He stated, car keys in hand. "Care to join." FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK.

"Uh yeah, sure. I could eat." Caleb answered. He was starving for a particular cut of meat. T smirked at Caleb's answer.

"Awesome."

'What is happening?' Caleb thought as he and T approached his glossy red Chevy Camaro. Until now, Caleb's idea of going out to lunch was Danny feeding him his cock in the abandoned KFC parking lot. The two hopped into T's car and he crank it up.

"What are you in the mood for?" T asked, looking directly into Caleb's eyes with his Hazel peepers. 'Your cock inside me.' Was the only complete thought Caleb could formulate in such close quarters with this sexy behemoth of a man.

"I- uh. Anything. Doesn't matter." Caleb said, not even able to make complete sentences. Jesus Christ, there's that fucking smile again.

"I know the perfect place, but we probably won't be back in time for fifth period. That cool with you?" He asked.

"Fuck yes!" Caleb blurted before he could stop himself. T simply chuckled and turned forward.

"Fuck yes..." He echoed as he began pulling out of the student lot.

Danny had been pacing in front of Mr.Fredericks math class since the fifth-period bell had rang and yet still, there was no sign of Caleb. To make matters worse, he wasn't answering Danny's calls or texts either.

"Caleb, I don't know what you're pulling..." Danny's voice trailed off. Being that Danny was a senior, his class day ended at lunch time. And on some days, he would head over to the community college for his dual enrollment classes. Part of being a jock was being academically successful as well athletic on the field, a trait Danny was forced to learn the hard way.

Danny was beyond fed up now and decided it was time for him to leave campus before his temper got the best of him. He strode to the end of the white-tiled hallway, where navy blue double doors sat slightly ajar.

"Stupid fucking twink." He muttered. "Ignoring my calls and shit. I bet he didn't even have detention." As he pushed past the closed doors and embraced the cool, spring breeze. It did nothing to quell his anger. Immediately upon exiting the Darwin building, there was a brick walkway that led to the student lot. Danny began his trek, doing everything he could to get his mind off of Caleb.

"Caleb." He thought. "Boy, when I see him again, he's in for a whole world of hate-fucking." He seethed. But the thought had barely formulated in his mind before he was nearly blinded by the sunlight reflecting from one of the automobiles that had just pulled in. A red Chevy Camaro. "Hey, it's my boy T!" He said to himself as he picked up his pace to the student lot. From down the hill, the car door opened, and out stepped East James' star offensive lineman, Trevor Romero.

"Yo, Trev-" Danny clenched, biting his lip hard as his blood began to boil. Out from the open passenger door stepped Caleb, the 'stupid fucking twink' in question. Caleb's eyes met Danny's, and even from a hundred feet away, he could still vividly see his very unhappy expression. Caleb's face drained of color; but before he could say to T that they needed to leave, he saw the athletic hunk was already making his way up to Danny. He nervously shut Trevor's car door and followed him up the hill.

Danny's heavy arms were crossed over his bulging pecs and he donned an expression that both made Caleb's ass twitch for cock and scared him shitless.

"Danny, my man!" T greeted. The two clasped their massive hands and pulled each other into a tight bro hug. Honestly, it was making Caleb sweat seeing those two goliaths of men holding each other in such a fashion. From over Trevor's shoulder, Danny was sending murderous looks at Caleb. The boy gulped hard.

"You ready for tonight?" T asked as the two broke apart. Danny's expression softened.

"Hell yeah, bro. This is what we've been preparing for all season, right?"

"Fuck yeah man! Last year was the first time those limp-dicks have beat us in four years. If we lose tonight, Coach is gonna run us into an early grave." Trevor stated, remembering how after last year's game, the team ran laps until the moon replaced the setting sun and the only light was that of the two working field lights. Danny and T both groaned, recalling how their legs were sore for a week following the game.

The late bell sounded throughout the school grounds.

"Oh shit!" T cursed. "I gotta get to class. You boys take it easy." He said as he bounded off, Danny giving his bum a playful spank as he ran past. Caleb chuckled, then silenced as Danny turned to him, looking pissed as ever.

"You've got some fucking explaining to do."

Danny quickly unlocked his house door and forced Caleb inside, both of his brawny hands clasped against his shoulders. "Get upstairs and strip." Danny ordered. Caleb said not a word, just bounded up the stairs, fingers brushing across the red handprint on his left cheek. Danny walked over to the closet to the immediate left of the door. He took a long look before pulling a pair of black wrist ties from the top shelf.

He was pleased to see Caleb sitting on his bed, clad in nothing but a pair of tight-fitting black briefs, shaking in fear. His eyes widened upon seeing the ties clutched in Danny's fist. He closed the door, being sure he locked it upon entering.

"Face-down. Now." Caleb flipped over and buried his face in one of Danny's plush pillows. Caleb was even more afraid now, not being able to see Danny. Not knowing when he was joking with him, or deadly serious.

"You little bitch. You disrespect me, go behind my back with my own teammate?"

"Danny, I was-"

"Don't speak." Danny raised his voice and stepped closer. He moved next to the bed where Caleb lay, then tied his wrists together at the small of his back. Danny whimpered, as the ties were so tight he was sure they would leave him bruised. Danny yanked down the boys boxers to his ankles, unable to fight the smile on his face that appeared at the sight of Caleb's pale butt. He gave his left ass cheek a slap, evoking another high pitched whimper. Danny removed his dirt caked tennis shoes and dropped his pants to the floor. In a swift motion, he pulled his black tee over his head and threw it into his hamper across the room like some Steph Curry shit. He climbed on his bed, straddling Caleb's ass and upper thighs.

Once again, he slapped Caleb's ass with his callused open palm. The boy beneath him cried out and writhed under the massive jock atop him.

"Oh, you don't like that, do you? Well I don't like you whoring around with my buddies." He scolded. Another hard slap brought a tear to Caleb's eye. In his attempts to free himself from Danny's torture, he was inadvertently pushing his bum against the tops now hardening cock. Danny had almost tore his undies off and buried his cock to the hilt, but then he remembered; this was a punishment. He was going to make Caleb suffer.

He placed his hand against one of Caleb's soft, reddened cheeks and began to rub in a circular motion to relieve the pain. This came as a great shock to Caleb, as he was sure Danny's next move was going to be putting a bullet in his head. He relaxed his tensed arms and legs as Danny's masculine hands massaged his sore cheeks. Caleb could feel his arousal returning as he continued to rock back against Danny's hands and clothed cock. Small moans left his lips as the feelings of pain and pleasure sent his head spinning.

"Oh, Danny..." He moaned. "I'm so sorry." From behind him, Danny remained silent, and that seemed to turn Caleb on even more as he rocked back harder. "Danny please," His thin wrists struggled against the ties. "Please fuck me. Please have your way with me, Daddy." He continued to beg and plead for his young master's approval. Danny chuckled lightly.

"You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes! Yes oh please, fuck me Daddy!" Caleb cried out. Danny moved his right hand up to Caleb's mouth and placed his middle finger against the boy's lips.

"Suck." He ordered, and Caleb did so quite obediently. He pulled Danny's salty finger in with his mouth alone, sucking and twirling his tongue around the thick digit, all the while still moaning and backing himself against Danny. When Danny felt his finger was slick enough, he pulled it from Caleb's mouth with slight resistance from Caleb. He then placed his finger at the bottom boy's ready hole. With little remorse, he pushed his finger in to the knuckle. Caleb clenched around Danny's middle and his legs kicked a little before he relaxed.

Slowly, Danny began poking and prodding at the boy's tight entrance until he found his G-spot, remembering that Caleb's was slightly to the left. Caleb gasped and arched his back and clasped his bound hands. In and out Danny went, twisting his fingers this way and that, all to excite the ready twink beneath him.

"You like that, bitch? You like it when Daddy finger-fucks you?" He growled sensuously. Caleb nodded fiercely.

"Oh my god, Daddy yes! Please, Daddy. I want your big dick. I want you to fuck me!" He pleaded. Danny grinned evilly and let out a deep laugh as he withdrew his finger.

"Well too fucking bad, cumslut!" He hopped off of his bed and onto the floor, then untied Caleb's binds, all the while the boy stared open-mouthed. "Now get dressed and get gone, I've got a game to get ready for."