Captured

Talim looked down at him and kissed him hard again. These new thresholds were astonishing. Here he was duelling tongues with this gorgeous guy and having a super, hot time. His huge shaft was on the rise again too, and he could feel Talim’s monster already hard against his and he started rubbing them together, their initial seed again providing exquisite lube.

In spite of all the frotting and action; Bill’s stomach announced a load groan.

Talim raised his head and Bill realized he was beginning to miss those curls when they weren’t up against him, as well as the rough hairs on his beard.

“My love, you must be very hungry? Come we will shower and then you will have wine and dinner.” He helped Bill up, who was still a bit unsteady and another first, took him by the hand. The cords were very long, and as he was still restrained, they walked hand in hand across the room, around a partial stone wall, to a toilet and shower.

With his hand, Talim indicated the toilet. “If you have to go anymore, although your pee is delectable and I will always want that!”

Bill did do his business and as he was finishing; Talim had turned on a handle for a small amount of water to come from a pipe high up. “There is a paucity of water in this land, so we must share.” He sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have dumped that water on you earlier, but couldn’t resist.”

He took a pine scented bar of soap and began to bathe Bill all over. With his hands not as tightly enveloped, Bill knew he could have started to beat the shit out of this guy, but instead he stood there purring like a lion. He spotted a second bar and to his amazement, the hand he should have used to fight with, reached out and he, William Anthony Treadwell, West Point Graduate, decorated warrior, started to lather up this stunning man standing under the water with him.

His hands explored the fur with the soap and water; the arms he could not get his hand around, the nipples, looking like milk chocolate kisses in the dense forest, which he loved playing with and twisting, and the divine combination of hair and perky tips of his gorgeous tits. 

Down the washboard abs he went, through a jungle of more fur, and then to his wonder, he was washing dick. He knelt to give it a close inspection. Talim had been cut, rare in his world, perhaps he was part English, hence the accent? He was running his hands up and down its length. What would it be 10”? No matter how much he cleaned it, there was more and more pre-jizz leaking out. 

Before he knew it Talim had turned and spread his cheeks. His hole was shaved, like the nuts Bill had been washing, too, and looked small and beautiful. Bill thought:

“In for a penny, in for a pound” and nervously washed away at it, daring to dart his fingers across and slightly into the tight confines, until he had his index finger fully in him. Bill gasped. It was like a baby bird accepting a worm, drawing more in.

“Enough,” Talim commanded and kneeling took Bill’s 8.5 own inches all the way down his throat. Bill nearly died. Before on the bed it had just been the head. With his whole orifice down his throat, he knew he had found a permanent parking place. The tongue explored every inch and the vacuum like tightness was more than he could stand. Within perhaps two rapid minutes, he was erupting again, this time completely down a man’s throat.

Talim turned the water off. “Pure nectar. I can live on that!” He smacked his lips. “People are dying from thirst here, we must not overdue with the water.” From a small ledge he produced a huge towel and another robe. Gently drying Bill and then himself, he aided him in getting the jalabiyyah over his head and as this one had an opening with buttons in the back, like a hospital gown, it allowed easy access around the restraints.

“I know they’re a fucking pain, but I truly think I’d die if you left yet.” He reached for some warm socks; how did he know his feet always got cold? He seated him on the bench and adjusted the restraints, so he could put them on him.

They stood and were so close it felt as if they could climb into each other.

“The boys will bring in wine and dinner, then I suspect you want to go to bed.” Bill saw, for the first time his hand quiver as he put it up to the side of his face. “It won’t be much longer. I promise and I won’t hurt you.”

He started to walk towards the door. “I’ll leave you alone now.”

Bill barked out an order. “Stop!” Where did this voice come from? “Don’t leave me alone. I’m by myself, I’ve always been, even in a place like this, much of the time.”

Talim had turned. Those flawless eyes boring into him.

Bill took a deep breath. “Will you have dinner with me?” He regretted it almost immediately, sure he would say, owing to the world he lived in, that he had to be with his wife and children.

Talim beamed. “Funny. I am the captor, yet it is you who has taken me captive.” He bowed. “If that is your wish, then I accept.”

The dinner was spectacular and at first Bill hesitated, knowing how people here were starving. Over his glass of red wine, Talim watched him – truth be told they had done nothing but watch each other.

“I have something to tell you. I see your reluctance in eating and I understand. What if I told you, and it is the truth, that I am The One? Would you feel more comfortable eating then?”

Bill dropped his fork. The One? Ever since he had been here he had heard stories of this prophet, this God, who had done so much to try and bring peace, hope, food, water, independence, and sustainability to this country, only to be hunted by those who wanted to ruin it. He was called simply ‘The One’. The tales abounded of this mysterious one’s largesse and the continued risk he put himself in, giving money, water, food, and where he could and through secret messages, hope. He was said to be huge and beautiful; a loner, with a large fortune, and small band of men, trying to do good work.

“It  all makes sense now, and thank you for trying to do what you’re doing.”

“In truth I have put myself in terrible peril by taking you. I rarely show myself. I am disgraced and disowned by my family for being homosexual; hunted for trying to help these poor people, but when I did go into town a few weeks ago and saw you, well I felt my heart stop. We would, I believe, not have gotten to this point, had I not taken you, but I will pay for it, I know.”

This was true and Bill found himself sharing too, telling him he was leaving the Service this day; had signed all the papers; was not a serviceman anymore, and had a layover for a few days in Paris, before heading stateside; so no one would wonder where he was. He was only to text his unit buddies if there had seemed the imminence of an attack on the village he was watching. He would have gone back into town and hitched a ride on a bus to the airport.

Talim assured him his pack and cell were safe; told him he had a few things to check on and astonished Bill, by releasing the restraints.

“Get some sleep, my love and I will ensure you are safe,” and that wicked glint appeared in his huge eyes, “and still here.” There were tears in his eyes and he kissed Bill on the nose and cheek, the now pine scent of him maddening. “I have some things to check on, right now. You will not be hurt, but I do very selfishly need to explore you more. I am sorry for what I have done.”

Left alone for the first time, since he had met Talim, Bill, exhausted and sated by the wine and dinner, ruminated. He was free in the room, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t want to go. No one, at least for a few days, would miss him and would anyone truly miss him at all?

Yes, the day had started wrong and the manner in which it had initially transpired frightening and bad, but this God had unlocked and unearthed the new Bill and was that anything to be sorry about? 

Whatever came next, he would accept and he knew that Talim knew he was conforming to this new and fucking hot world. He was happy and excited and deep down he was aware that had not happened for a very long time.

A lantern was brought in and affixed high above the bed, fresh sheets put on it, and Bill crawled beneath the soft and silky duvet provided and almost instantly fell asleep.

At what point he was not sure, but Bill awoke. Damn, were those restraints back on? Something was wrapped around him? Becoming more lucid, he realized they were arms, not restraints. He was here in bed with him. All these new chapters in his life. 

His heart beating madly; Bill managed to turn and raised a now free hand and arm, to touch the wondrous curls and trace his nose with his finger. Suddenly, he was ravenously hunger for his turn to have sex with Talim. He leaned his head down and kissed him, first gently, then as Talim awoke, with a desperate passion, loving his beard against his own two day stubble as they mixed together.

“Talim, show me; teach me. I’ve never said this to anyone before, but I think I love you. I was an only child, my parents died when I was eighteen in a car accident. I had just started at West Point and I shut down after that, never letting anyone in. You’ve given me a new life, and breath. It must have been there all along and you found it. I’m ready; let’s fucking do it”

They threw back the duvet and this Hercules was suddenly squatting above him and lowering his perfect rump over his whole face. Thoughts of the shower danced in Bill’s mind as he pried the cheeks apart and moved his face in, smelling, then beginning to explore with his tongue, firing his tongue in, like the bullets he had shot, swabbing it all around the hair; prying his cheeks wide apart, and becoming as wild as the bulls racing in Pamplona. Wow, wow, wow. 

He tried to get in as far as Talim had with him, when Talim suddenly turned and there was the yard stick smacking him on the face, smearing him with pre-cum.

Talim stopped, reached for the glass under the bed and added more of their combined juices, to the dry semen already there; pouring in it some of the glorious red wine they had for dinner.

“Drink, my angel, then suck me dry.”

They brew was salty and fabulous with the wine.

The lantern still illuminated enough for Bill to see and he gazed at Talim with wanting eyes. “Let me know if I do anything wrong,” and he said it, “my love.” Life had always been man and bro, and here he was calling another guy my love and imploring him to impale him with his rod.

“Take just the head and explore,” Talim advised, guiding him.

The whole thing was enormous, but the taste was far better than what had been compiled in the glass. He had another guy’s penis in his mouth! Gradually taking more, trying not to gag, even with Talim, pushing, not so gently this time, till it felt like there would be a hole in the back of his head. He kept swirling his tongue around, being mindful of his teeth, working and sucking away. He couldn’t manage the whole thing, so he wrapped a fist around the lower inches, using fist, mouth, and tongue, all the while dreaming that practice would make perfect and relishing in the early secretion bathing his tongue.

A hand was placed on his forehead, deep breathing right by his face. “We need to 69. I have to have you all the way again in my soul, so I can exist.”

They got into position and went to town. Bill had never known anything so sublime and they shot like rockets, almost simultaneously into each other’s throats; two lives combined together.

Later, wrapped in each other’s arms, they drifted off to sleep.

The next day Bill’s asshole and balls had been expertly shaved by Talim and he was now suspended by the chains in the ceiling, hanging onto a pole, and having his ass royally worked over. First a grade A rimming, again with that awesome beard, mouth and tongue, then first one, then two, and finally three fingers, lathered in that mysterious oil, prepping him for what was to come. When he first had been finger fucked, it had all been so quick – this was a longer process: the oil against his hole, the finger, then fingers gingerly going in, then the sliding, then punching, then drilling, all causing torrents of pre-cum to hang this time suspended, almost as long as the restraints that had been around him yesterday, as his ass muscles rejoiced and clamped down and around the persistent fingers. 

His balls were wrapped in a long latex cord and attached to a hook on the wall, so that every time he moved with the chains, his nuts were yanked deliriously. When Talim, standing on a platform, began to enter him, the world went careening out of control. His huge mitts slapping away as Bill felt a Toyota Yaris would have been smaller up his tush. At first it had been fucking painful, but the swaying motion kept propelling his ass back and forth on the pole, as he began to grow accustomed to the girth and length. The magic oil seemed to double the sensation.

Swinging back and forth on that scimitar, sweat dripping down, Talim screaming in his ear, calling him baby and his love, Bill imploring him to fuck him harder, the action of moving back and forth with the chains and Talim banging him repeatedly, giving him the prostate exam of a life time; fucking overwhelming. Finally, as his toes curled, he fired a load to make any porn star proud, as it splattered down on the cement floor.

Talim had the stamina of a Triathlete as he kept pounding into him, till he fired a load up into what seemed his throat, warming and flooding him with his volcanic seed.

Then, having Talim do a copious golden shower all over him, hot steamy piss raining down: on his face, his hair, his hairy chest; spouting, like a garden hose, as they laughed, exploring, repeating, and yes loving together.

That night as Bill fucked a man for the first time, the feeling was incredibly wild, like the most snug, warm glove around him, as he jacked, and even lowered himself to take Talim’s huge and luscious piece in his mouth, to cover it with spit and love the sexy veins running the length of it.

Talim assured him he was safe, was tested and had not been with that many men. 

“Here it is not allowed you know.”

Bill grunted and Talim begged him to affix the nipple clamps on him. “Fuck my tongue, too, baby,” Talim shouted.

Intertwined, Bill ramming himself into him, he knew he had found the definition of bliss and never would want it to end as he showered his anal canal with endless spunk. His lover pulling out of his mouth, to deluge his hairy chest, chin, and cheeks with his own mammoth load.

So this went on for three days, each learning about the other and drawing ever more close until the fourth day when Talim did not appear the entire day. Bill paced and yelled out for him, a loneliness and fear like he never known overcoming him. 

Breakfast and lunch brought in by the team, went uneaten, no questions answered, until Bill did not know if he could stand it any longer.

Finally the door opened and he was there, looking ragged, but Bill went running, tears streaming down his face, to throw himself in his arms, covering him with kisses.

Talim returned the ardour, then broke apart. “I have been thinking all day about us. Do I have the right to do what I’ve done? You say no one is concerned about you, but my team has heard that rumours are abounding that you were captured. They know you did not make your flight, and too I am being hunted ruthlessly for what I have tried to do here, and now probably your abduction.” 

His voice broke, and Bill took his hand and led him to the bed. 

“I think I should disappear. Go to northern Canada, where I have a big place and much property, and try and do some good work there. I can’t erase the damage I have done, but my heart is breaking. I love you so much, more than I can say, but I have been so wrong.”

Bill knelt before him. “Take me with you. Do you have the same set up there as you have here?”

Talim winked at him. “Better, William Anthony Treadwell, my love.”

Bill kissed him long and hard; his vote of approval. “You’ve given me a life and I can’t imagine it without you. Give me back my phone. I haven’t wanted it till now. I’ll send a text, say I met someone,” he blushed, “and stayed a few days longer, and I am fine. What would life without you be like? Do we have a way to escape?”

“What happens to your life in New York?”

“Not important. There was no life, trust me, till now. We pack it up and become frontier men in Canada!”

“Are you sure? I love you more than anything!”

“And I love you as many drops of semen ever!”

Talim roared. “By the way would you believe I am Henry Talim? Part of my British ancestry and my Oxford years. Okay, we do this. Together forever. I have money that they,” he sneered, “my family can’t take away. I have a private jet and we’ll run away together.” He sighed. “I will miss it here, but I have tried.”

“And made a huge difference. Now let’s make it somewhere else.”   

Talim went to the door. “Return Bill’s phone so he can send a text and change the flight plan to Buffalo to close up his apartment. One of the team members is a pilot. So, we leave in a few hours, but we may have time for a good bye fuck here. Chains or bed? Who fucks who?” The smile across his face was like pure snow against his brown skin.

Bill leered. “Henry Talim we do both!”

Years later when anyone would ask Bill how he had met his husband, his eyes would glow, and he would say simply: “Well, he captured me, you know!”