COLIN
I could feel you underneath me, the heat coming off of your body like a furnace. You laid on your stomach on the bed, your arms gripping the sheets as I kissed your neck.
“Oh, baby,” you moaned as my lips grazed your left ear.
My dick was so hard it was pulsing, leaving a sticky pool of precum all over your lower back as I continued to kiss your neck. I was teasing you deliberately. I wanted to hear you say those magic words…
“I want you inside me, Colin.”
Hearing those words come out of your mouth always made me feel like I could shoot right then and there. My need for you burned so strong, but to hear the same need in you reflected back at me was something otherwordly…
I crouched down at the foot of the bed, grabbing your legs and pulling them apart. I could see your hard dick resting underneath your balls on top of the bed, just inches below your hole. I spread your legs further, exposing your hole to the light. I took a moment to look at you, to inspect that most intimate of places.
God, you were beautiful. So soft and pink, so delicate. I couldn’t believe that such a small thing could open up to accommodate me. But you were moaning my name now, begging for me to fill you. I kissed my way up your legs, getting ever closer to the hole that drove me wild.
I kissed along your inner thigh, causing you to shudder in ecstasy. I loved how sensitive you were when I kissed you there. It thrilled me to know how much power I held over you with one simple kiss.
I stuck my tongue out, running it up against the shaft of your cock. You let out a high pitched moan, burying your face into the bed. I took one of your testicles into my mouth, feeling the taste and the texture of it. It was such a curious experience, somehow completely unexpected and yet exactly how I thought it would be.
By the time my tongue made its way up to your hole, you were a trembling mess underneath me. I dove in with gusto, opening you up, savoring your taste, exploring you with my tongue. I wanted you fully ready, so wide and open that when I finally entered you it would be like slipping on a glove.
I pulled my face away from your hole, watching as it clenched shut in front of me. I put my finger in my mouth, gathering saliva as I prepared for round two. I took my wet finger and pressed it in between your ass cheeks, right at the bottom of your hole. I pressed in gently, watching as you slowly opened around me. You took my finger into you hungrily, sucking me in deeper.
“Jesus, Colin. I need you now…”
I woke up with a start, my arms and legs tied to the back of a chair. I was still in Dominus’ living room, although I had no idea how much time had passed.
I lifted my head groggily. I wanted to go back to sleep so badly. To dream...
But I knew I was in danger. I tried to move my hands and legs, to wiggle them from where I was tied to the chair, but they were tied too tightly. I looked around the room, desperate to find anything I could to free myself, but there was nothing nearby. Even if there had been, I wouldn’t have been able to get my hands free to reach it.
I could hear someone talking on the phone in the other room. I struggled some more in my chair, rocking it from side to side. Suddenly the chair tilted over precariously, then came crashing down to the ground.
I could hear footsteps coming from the other room. To my chagrin, the chair hadn’t broken, although I’d certainly given it a good beating.
“Fucking hell.”
I could hear someone walking over to me, although I couldn’t see his face. I felt the chair get pulled back up, then turned my head to see Carl, Dominus’ bodyguard standing next to me.
“You’re more trouble than you’re worth,” he said.
“Fuck you,” I spat out. “You’re fucking crazy.”
Carl shook his head. “I don’t understand you, man. Dominus trusted you. You were so devout, more than anyone. Why would you give it all up so easily? For some gay guy you don’t even know?”
“Dominus is a liar,” I said. “Can’t you see that? He manipulated me. He’s manipulating all of us. Selling someone on the black market… how can that possibly be justified?”
Carl shrugged. “Human trafficking happens every day. At least this is for a reason. At least with this, we can survive.”
I shook my head. “Stacy Chapman was right. This group is sick. You’re just as crazy as he is.”
I struggled against my bonds, trying with all my might to loosen one of them, but to no avail.
“Colin, just stop,” he said. “You’re not getting out of this. They’re already on their way.”
“Fuck you, asshole,” I shouted at him. I struggled some more in my chair, rocking it from side to side.
“Cut it out,” Carl said, walking over to me to grab the chair.
Once he was close enough, I slammed my head forward, violently headbutting him. He fell backwards, grabbing his nose in agony.
“What the fuck!” he shouted as he fell backwards onto the ground.
I continued rocking wildly back and forth in my chair. After a few attempts, I managed to knock the chair over onto the ground again, landing with a loud crash. I could feel the splintered wood digging into my leg from the broken leg of the chair. The blood was pounding in my head, but my legs were finally free.
I kicked my legs out, breaking the little bit of wood still connecting the leg of the chair to the base. I got steadily to my feet, my arms still tied to the back of the chair behind me. Carl climbed to his feet at the same time, still clutching his bleeding nose. I yelled as I charged into him, knocking him back down to the ground with a thud.
Now that the chair was broken, I was able to pull the ropes away from what was left of the back of the chair. I managed to get untied just as Carl was getting back on his feet.
As he reached out for me, I pulled my arm back and punched him in the face. He fell back down to the ground a third time. I climbed on top of him and punched him again.
I grabbed him by the shirt collar. “Where is he?” I yelled in Carl’s face.
“I don’t know…”
I punched him once more, causing his nose to start bleeding. “Tell me where he is or I will fucking kill you, Carl. I swear to God.”
“Stop,” he choked out.
I reached over and grabbed a piece of the splintered wood from the chair, bringing it up to his throat.
He lifted his hands. “Wait! I’ll tell you he’s… he’s on his way to Monterrey.”
I furrowed my brow. “In Mexico?” I asked.
Carl nodded weakly. “At his villa.” His head rolled back as he began to lose consciousness from the beating.
“Where’s the villa, Carl?” I shook him roughly. “Tell me!”
“It’s in Rancho San Pablo, right near Campestre... in the forest…”
I let go of Colin, letting him fall back on the ground with a thud. I knew I needed to get out of the house now. God only knew how many people were there or who was coming to finish me off.
I went to leave out the front when I saw two men approaching the door. I ducked out of the way, my heart pounding as I heard their key turning in the lock. Fuck. These must have been the men who were coming to finish me off.
Surely Dominus must have a back door in this place? I raced back towards the kitchen, where I spotted a door leading to the back patio. I jumped over a Carl who was passed out on the ground, slid it open, then squeezed through it. I slipped out into the backyard, creeping away through the bushes and towards the street as I limped away.
I stumbled down the street in my dirty and torn suit, sticking to the shadows in case Dominus’ men went looking for me. I knew my ragged appearance would certainly draw attention to myself, but luckily there weren’t many people out at this hour, so I was able to mostly avoid detection.
I had no idea where to go, but I knew I couldn’t go back to my apartment. I knew I needed to call the police, so I decided to walk until I could find a place with a phone.
I finally happened upon a section of town with a few stores. I walked into a 24/7 convenience store on the corner.
As soon as I entered, the man behind the counter stood up, staring at me in fear.
“You okay, man?” he asked.
“I need to use your phone,” I said. “I have to call the police.”
He looked at me warily. “Payphone’s in the back,” he said.
I walked towards the back of the store, spotting the payphone in the corner underneath the TV. I picked up the phone and pressed the 0, waiting to be connected to the operator.
“...Nelson, son of the President, disappeared from an event earlier tonight,” came a voice from above me.
My heart stopped when I heard those words. I looked up at the TV to see your picture on CNN.
“He was last seen in the company of Colin Baker, actor. Baker is assumed to be a suspect in his disappearance and is wanted by the police for questioning.”
There was a click on the phone. “Operator, how can I direct your call?”
“Uh… I- I need the police,” I said, watching the TV as one of my headshots was flashed across the screen.
“One moment.”
My heart sank. Of course they would suspect me. I was the last person they had seen with you. I suddenly realized that I couldn’t go to the police, they would arrest me right away. I sincerely doubted that they would believe my story of ignorance, especially since I was the one who got you away from the Secret Service and delivered you right to Dominus.
“911 what’s your emergency?”
What was I going to say? I needed to tell them what I knew, but I couldn’t risk getting locked up. I would be useless to you sitting in a jail cell. And despite the insanity of it all, something in me knew that I was the only one who would be able to get you back.
“I know where the president’s son is.”
There was silence on the line. “Can I ask where you’re calling from?” the woman said after a moment.
“He’s in Monterrey. He’s been taken by a man named Dominus, uh, I mean Matthew Reece.”
“Sir, there’s a tip line for-”
“You have to listen to me! He’s going to sell him to someone. I don’t know who… but he’s being held in a villa in Monterrey, Mexico. In Rancho San Pablo, near Campestre. Please, you have to stop him. Send the national guard, whoever you can!”
“Sir, what is your name?”
I paused for a moment, my heart beating in my chest. There was no way they would take me seriously unless…
“Colin Baker.”
I hung up the phone. I turned and walked out of the convenience store, past the bewildered shopkeep and out into the night.
I still had no idea where I could go. With the police looking for me, nowhere would be safe, but it’s not like I could stay out on the street.
I tried to think of anyone I could trust. The problem was that the only people I knew in DC were in Ecclesium, and right now I didn’t trust them at all. Still, I might not have a choice.
I decided that Jeff was the person most likely to help me. He had always been a good guy. Terrible sense of humor, sure, but I had known him for years and I trusted him with my life. Once I told him what Dominus had done, he would have to listen.
I made my way through the empty DC streets, shivering from the cold night air. I’d stayed with Jeff the last time I was in DC for E-day, so I knew he lived about a dozen blocks away from where I was now.
It took me almost an hour to get to his place. By the time I arrived, it was almost midnight. As I approached his door, I could see that the lights were still on inside. I knocked on the door. After a minute, Jeff opened the door with a confused look on his face.
“Colin?”
“Can I come in?” I asked.
“It’s the middle of the night-”
“Please.”
He stepped aside, beckoning me into his apartment.
“I need your help,” I said as I walked inside.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
I scoffed. “Dominus is a fucking liar. He lied about everything, Jeff.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He told me to recruit Zach. The President’s son. He said that he wanted him to join Ecclesium, that I needed to pretend to be gay to get close to him.”
“Is that what was going on? I was wondering why you were hanging out with him and being all touchy-feely.”
“But he was lying, Jeff. He was using me to get close to Zach so he could kidnap him and sell him.”
“What? That doesn’t make any sense at all,” said Jeff. “Dominus wouldn’t do that.”
“Yeah, well, I don’t know what to tell you,” I said angrily. “He fucking chloroformed him right in front of me. Then he tried to have me killed.”
“Jesus,” said Jeff. He took a seat on the couch and rubbed his temples. “What are you gonna do?”
“I need you to take me to Mexico. He’s holding Zach in his villa in Monterrey and I need to find him.”
“Colin-”
“The police are looking for me, Jeff. They think I have something to do with his disappearance. And I do… I’m the one that brought him to Dominus. I’m the reason he’s in danger.”
I grabbed Jeff’s shoulders and looked him in the eyes, pleading, “Help me fix this.”
“It’ll take us days to drive there, Colin-”
“I don’t care!” I yelled, my lip beginning to tremble. “I love this guy. I can’t lose him.”
Jeff looked at me, his brow furrowing. “I thought you said you were just pretending to be gay?”
I sat down on the couch, putting my head in my hands. “I know, I was, I… fuck, I don't know”
I looked up at him, sighing. “I’ve never met anyone like Zach before. I don’t know what it is about this guy, it’s like… like everyone you’ve ever known has just been this ghost living a half-life, and they don’t even know it. You just see these people with dead expressions and empty, shallow dreams and you resign yourself to the idea that this is all that’s out there.”
Jeff stared at me with a sad look on his face. I smiled at him.
“And then someone comes along who is so awake and so full of life that it shocks you into realizing that you were living a half-life yourself. All you want is to get to be just a little bit of that person’s life, to play even a small part in some way. Because without them… you just know you’re gonna go back to being numb.”
After all they lying, the words that were coming out of me in that moment felt like the first honest words I had said in a long time. I knew in that moment that I would do whatever it took to find you, Zach. I had to, even if it killed me. I couldn’t let you go anymore than I could stop my heart from beating.
Jeff sighed. “Okay. We can leave in the morning.”
My eyes lit up. “Really? You’ll help me?”
“Of course, man,” said Jeff. “If Dominus is really doing all of this stuff, we have to stop him. He’s going to bring all of Ecclesium down with him.”
I smiled and hugged him. “Thank you, thank you so much!”
“But you have to get some sleep. And a shower, you look awful.”
I nodded at him. I was sure I looked a mess all covered in dirt and dried blood.
As I limped into the shower, the water washed away all of the grime and blood from the cuts and scrapes all over my body. I was badly bruised and incredibly sore, not to mention exhausted.
But I knew I had no time to waste. Every minute that passed put you in even more danger.
I pushed my finger inside of you as far as it would go, wiggling it around in earnest.
“Colin, stop teasing me!” you moaned. You rubbed your cock into the bed, trying to stimulate yourself as I fingered you.
I gave you a light spank on the cheek.
“You’ll get it when you’re good and ready,” I said, kissing the spot where I’d spanked you.
I moved my finger in and out of you, feeling the walls of your hole giving way to the intrusion. I took the thumb of my other hand and dipped it in the precum leaking out of your cock, then used my thumb to rub around your sensitive head.
You moaned into the bed again, stuffing the sheets into your mouth to stifle the noises you were making. I loved watching you squirm, knowing that I was edging you closer and closer to an unbelievable orgasm for the both of us.
Finally, I’d decided you’d had enough.
“What do you want, baby?” I asked, whispering into your ear as my finger was still buried deep inside you.
“I want you inside me…”
I smiled. The magic words.
I pulled my finger out of you, running my hand along your smooth ass cheek and giving it a gentle squeeze. I leaned back, kneeling over you as I grabbed the base of my cock and pointed it towards your inviting hole. This was the moment I savored above all else: the feeling of my cock as it first makes its way inside you. That little pop as your sphincter finally relents and welcomes me with open arms.
Thanks to all of the preparation I had done, I slid inside you in one movement. I looked down at my cock, watching as it disappeared inside of your body. I loved watching as I took you. Finally my cock had fully disappeared, taking its rightful place inside your warm, wet hole.
“Now what do you want?” I whispered into your ear as I rested my pelvis against your supple cheeks.
You lifted your hand back to my head, turning as you opened your mouth to meet mine. We kissed, our tongues intertwining as we remained joined below.
“Fuck me,” you said softly.
I thrust into you slowly at first, taking my time. I savored the feeling of your ass wrapped tightly around my cock. I moaned over the way you would squeeze your hole when you grew impatient, begging me to fuck you deeper.
You were so good at getting what you wanted. How could I resist you?
I picked up the pace, rutting into you as you threw your head back in ecstasy. The pleasure I felt being inside of you was so unbelievably debilitating that I could only imagine what it must have felt like for you. I kissed you softly on the shoulder, my hips slamming into yours as we dove deeper and deeper into this pool of lust together.
I could feel myself getting close, but I was nowhere near ready to cum just yet. I kept myself buried all of the way inside you as I laid my body against your back, kissing you on the neck.
“I love the way you feel,” I whispered into your ear, biting your earlobe as you moaned.
“I love how wild you drive me… how you taste on my mouth, so sweet…”
I began to move slowly into you again, your tightness gripping my cock every time I pulled out, as if begging me not to go.
“I love your soft skin, I love your sweetness, your smile…”
I was holding you tightly at this point. Only my hips were moving as I pierced you again and again.
“My sweet boy, so good, so beautiful…”
I was getting close again, but this time I couldn’t hold back. It was time—time to make you my own.
“I… oh fuck, I love you, Zach,” I cried out as my body plunged over the edge. I squeezed you in my arms as tightly as I could, my body quivering as jet after jet of cum left my body and entered yours. Giving you my seed felt like something primal. It was as old as time itself.
I wondered when man had first discovered the way it felt to be inside of another man. Had they always known how good it felt for two men to be joined in that way? I was sure that it must have been that way from the beginning. After all, how could this not be written in our DNA?
But I knew one thing for sure: no one had ever felt about another human being the way I felt about you. This love between us, this attraction, this need… it was the most powerful feeling I had ever experienced.
When I opened my eyes, you were gone. I looked around for you, calling out your name.
“Zach! Zachary…”
I felt so lost, so frightened without you in my arms. I called out your name again and again until finally it hit me—I was the reason you were gone. I was the one who had lost you.
I woke up to the sunlight streaming in from outside the living room window. I was lying on the couch underneath the blanket that Jeff had given me the night before, clutching the pillow between my arms. I could tell my cheeks were streaked with tears. I wiped them off and sat up, taking a deep breath.
I was still sore from everything that had happened the night before. My body was screaming out for more sleep, but I shook myself awake and got up off the couch. Jeff had laid out a pair of clothes for me, which I promptly changed into.
I walked into the kitchen to find him cooking eggs. “I’m making breakfast if you want some,” he said.
I took a seat. He set the food in front of me and I immediately tore through it. I’d had no idea how hungry I was.
“Here’s a question,” he said to me, sipping his coffee. “Have you even thought about how you’re going to get past the border?”
“I can hide in the trunk when we get to Texas,” I said in between mouthfuls. “They aren’t as careful at checking when you leave the country as they are coming in.”
“What, you’ve done this before?”
“No, but I’ve been to Tijuana like a dozen times. They’ve never checked my car, they always just wave me through.”
I dropped my fork. “Are you ready?” I asked, standing up.
Jeff rolled his eyes. “Guess I’ll be taking my breakfast to go,” he said.
We left a few minutes later with some food for the journey and a few changes of clothes. We took turns driving throughout the day and into the night. We didn’t speak too much on the journey, as I was a bundle of nerves. Every minute that passed was a minute too long in my opinion.
What would I do if I got there and you were already gone? How could I ever forgive myself?
My eyes were drooping with exhaustion when we stopped off at a motel in Louisiana just before midnight.
“It’s about 9 more hours to the border,” said Jeff. “When we get close, you’ll get out and get in the trunk. Once we’re across, I’ll let you out and we’ll drive the rest of the way.”
“Okay,” I said, my stomach turning at the thought.
“Second thoughts? It was your idea!” he said.
“I know it was, I’m just not looking forward to being stuck in the trunk of a car for that long. But I’ll do whatever it takes. I have to-”
“I know, I know,” said Jeff. “You have to get him back.”
He leaned over and turned off the bedside light. “Get some sleep. You’re driving first tomorrow.”
The next day, we got to Laredo, Texas at around 4 pm. Jeff pulled over to the side of the road and opened the door to the trunk. I stood in front of it, staring uneasily into the tiny space.
“I promise, you’ll be fine,” said Jeff. “30 minutes max.”
I climbed into the trunk and watched as he gave me a cheesy “hang loose” sign before closing it on top of me. I heard him get back into the car and close the door. My heart was beating from being in a confined space and I was incredibly sweaty from the heat. As the car began to move, I looked around the dark trunk, my heart rattling from the bumpy ground underneath me.
I tried to pass the time in my mind, but all I could think about was your face when they took you. I could still see the look of fear in your eyes, the shock as they put that cloth over your face.
Where were you now?
Were you safe?
Did you know that I betrayed you?
What felt like hours passed. The car bumped along, still moving. My heart started to sink in my stomach. What was taking so long? It couldn’t be traffic at the border because we had been driving steadily for several hours now. As the time passed I tried to stay calm, taking deep, slow breaths to steady myself.
Finally I banged against the back of the trunk, trying to make noise to attract Jeff’s attention.
“Jeff!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. “Let me out!”
I banged again but the car didn’t slow down. I screamed until my voice went hoarse. Still the car continued to move.
A sickening realization began to dawn on me.
Jeff was not going to let me out of the car. He had never planned to. This had all been a setup.
I hoped and prayed that I was wrong. That any minute now Jeff would stop the car, open the trunk, and have some perfectly reasonable excuse. I ran through the list of rationalizations in my head, trying to come up with some explanation for why he wouldn’t let me out of the fucking trunk.
Another hour went by before I accepted the inevitable. I had delivered myself right into Dominus’ hands, betrayed by the one person I had chosen to trust. I felt like a complete fool, not only for getting myself into this situation, but for throwing away the one chance I had to rescue you.
I slapped myself. “Focus, you son of a bitch,” I thought. “There has to be a way out of this.”
I tried to look around the trunk to see if I could spot anything to help me get out, but it was pitch black. I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate. Hadn’t I read something before about how to get out of the trunk of a car?
I had a vague memory of a video I saw online on Instagram or something. Some girl who posted videos about how to survive bear attacks or escape from the trunk of a car. There was supposed to be… something about a glow-in-the-dark trunk release. I looked around the car again, but didn’t spot any source of light. So much for that.
What else did I remember about the video? Brake lights, I remember there was something about kicking out the brake lights… but how could I find those? I could barely orient myself within the car.
I felt around the edges of the trunk, trying to find the corner of the back of the car. My hands came across smooth plastic. I traced them along it, trying to see if I could find a panel or something that would indicate the back of the brake lights.
Finally I felt a crevice in the plastic. I dug my fingernails in there, trying my best to pry it off. After a minute of wiggling, I finally managed to break off the panel. I felt underneath it, running my fingers along the wires underneath. I backed away from the brake light and put my foot up against it, then pulled it back and slammed it against the light.
It gave away after a couple of kicks, falling out against the road and making a clinking sound as the glass shattered. Light streamed in from outside the car. It was growing dark outside, but the streetlights illuminated the inside of the car somewhat.
I crawled up to the hole and looked through it, trying to see if there were any cars behind us.
There was nothing. We were on an empty stretch of road in the middle of the forest. I could see the streetlamps passing behind us as we drove further and further into the woods. My heart began to race as I realized Jeff must be taking me to the villa to see Dominus after all.
Would I be killed? Would I get to see you again?
I reached my arm out of the hole through the brake light, trying to reach the handle from the outside to open the trunk. I needed to get out of here, to find you…
Suddenly I felt the car beginning to slow. We were pulling to a stop. I looked out the hole again, but I could only see the leaves of the jungle. I heard the car door slam and then footsteps growing closer. I tried to get into position to jump out of the trunk if I could, but it was difficult in the cramped space. Every muscle in my body tensed as I waited for the door to open.
As soon as the trunk opened, I felt the hard end of a gun poking me in the chest.
“Don’t move,” said a gruff voice.
I put my hands up, completely defeated and ashamed as I looked up at the man with the gun. He reached in and pulled me out of the trunk, keeping his gun trained on me as I got to my feet.
I could see Jeff standing to the side of the car, staring at me blankly.
“How could you?” I yelled angrily. “You son of a bitch, how could you do this to me?”
Jeff just stared at me as they led me away. His face was so empty, it was like there was no one inside.
They marched me towards the house, a large, three story villa. It was an ugly, angular thing that looked remarkably out of place in the dense Mexican jungle. I could see several more men with guns milling around outside near the open garage, keeping careful patrol.
They led me in through the doors, passing through a lavishly decorated living room with high, vaulted ceilings and a great big tiger skin rug in the middle of the floor. They marched me towards the back hallway where a thin stairwell that led down to the basement.
“Move,” said the man with the gun, prodding me in the back. I began to descend the stairs, wondering if I was being led to my death.
When we got to the bottom of the steps, one of the men went ahead of me and pulled out a set of keys. He unlocked the basement door and pulled it open as the man behind me shoved me forward. I fell onto my knees on the hard ground, banging them roughly.
I could hear the door slam behind me. I put my hands to my face and began to cry.
“Co… Colin?”
My heart skipped a beat. I turned and saw you huddled in the corner. You were still wearing your suit from the other night, though it was now dirty and crumpled. You were pale with fear, but you never looked more beautiful to me than you did in that moment. I got to my feet, ran to you, and kissed you.
You were cold in my arms, but your lips were as warm as they’d been the very first time. I kissed you softly, gently, deeply, so much so that I almost forgot the situation we were in. But as I came back to reality, the true depth of my deception began to sink in. I broke the kiss and rested my head on your chest as I began to cry.
“I failed you,” I cried.
“It’s okay, Colin-”
“It’s not okay. I came here to try to rescue you, and all I did was get captured right alongside you. Now we’re both stuck here and it’s all my fault.” I was overcome with racking sobs, my body crumpling as I fell apart.
You lifted my head and looked in my eyes. “It’s not your fault, baby,” you said softly.
“Yes it is,” I wanted to say. I wanted to tell you everything, to let it all come pouring out. I wanted to lay bare my deception against you from the start.
But then you kissed me. You kissed me sweetly on the lips, then held my face as you kissed all around my face and my neck. I moaned at the feeling of your soft lips on my skin, the scratch of your beard surrounding the gentleness of your kisses.
I should have told you the truth right then and there, Zach, but I just couldn’t. After days of dreaming about you, worrying I’d never see you again, never feel you in my arms...
I couldn’t help it. I felt so good in your hands.
I grabbed your face and kissed you once more, your mouth opening to allow my tongue to enter. I felt a heat rising inside me as my desire for you began to take over. Despite everything—despite our surroundings, despite how scraped and bruised and dirty we both were, I wanted you more than anything else in the world.
I reached down and began to unbutton your shirt, exposing your smooth chest underneath. I reached in and felt your chest, squeezing it in my hand as my thumb brushed across your nipple.
“Oh God, I missed you, baby,” you moaned as I kissed your neck. I pulled your shirt the rest of the way off and began unbuttoning your pants, desperate to have my hands over every inch of your body. I could feel your arms around the back of my neck, holding me as I kissed and sucked along your neck.
I pulled your pants down to reveal the same jockstrap you’d been wearing the night of the party. I pulled it off and tossed it to the side, then grabbed your hard member and started to stroke it in my hand. You were fully naked now, mine once more.
As I stroked you, you unzipped my pants and shoved your hand inside my underwear. I was already leaking just from being near you. You got on your knees and took me into your mouth, your beautiful lips enveloping my cock. I ran my fingers through your hair as you stroked me, so grateful to be touching you after I thought I’d never see you again.
I stroked your head, moaning as you reached up and cupped my balls and rolled them around in your fingers. You always knew just how to touch me, how to turn me to jelly in the palm of your hand. If there was ever a moment that I needed to be inside you, it was this.
I pulled you off of my cock and got down on my knees, kissing you once more. I sat back on the ground and pulled you on top of my lap, wrapping your legs around me. We kissed hungrily and passionately as I reached behind and guided my cock to your hole. You lifted your hips slightly, then moaned into my mouth as you began to sink down onto my dick. I held you tightly in my arms as we became one, slowly bucking my hips up to thrust deeper inside you.
“Oh Colin,” you moaned, throwing your head back. It was better than dreamed, better than I ever remembered.
I leaned down and kissed your neck. I was animalistic, biting and sucking and kissing your neck as I penetrated you. I was normally so careful to avoid a hickey, but that seemed the least of our concerns right now. I let your moans and whimpers guide me as I tried to give you as much pleasure as I possibly could.
I wanted you to feel good. I NEEDED you to feel good.
I needed to show you how much I loved you, to prove to you that you were mine, that I was yours, that I never intended for any of this to happen.
All of the things I couldn’t say to you out loud, I said to you with my body. And I said it knowing that this might be that last time I would ever get to say it. The last time I would feel what it was like to be inside you, to kiss you, to hear you moan my name in a way that made me feel like I was finally alive.
But the truth is, Zach, that I did all this because I was a coward. I fucked you hoping that it would be enough, that it would shield the blow of what was to come. I knew that I would have to tell you the truth, to lay it all out to you and hope that you would forgive me.
And after that… well, let’s just say I didn’t know what would happen after I told you the truth.
Of course, I never got the chance. Because after we both came together in a cry of ecstasy, me firing deep inside you, you covering us both in your seed... your hand on the back of my neck, me biting into yours… we heard the clang of the door behind us.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
We turned to see Dominus standing in the doorway, two men with guns standing behind him. He was staring at us with a look of disdain.
You pulled off of me, conscious of your nakedness. I grabbed your shirt and wrapped it around you, holding you to my chest as we both stared at Dominus.
“I leave you two alone for 5 minutes and you’re already balls deep in each other. Jesus, Colin, you really are gay.”
Dominus walked down the steps towards us. You cowered away from him deeper into my chest. I squeezed your shoulders to reassure you.
“Stay away from us,” I growled.
Dominus smirked. “Colin, you’re here at my pleasure. I could just as easily have an apostate like you taken out and shot.”
“No!” you shouted. “You touch him and you won’t even live to see the inside of a courtroom. I’ll make sure my father kills you.”
Dominus raised his eyebrows. “Wow. Strong words in defense of the guy who’s responsible for you being here in the first place.”
My heart sank down to the bottom of my chest. This was it. The moment I had been dreading, the moment of truth. It had finally arrived, and you weren’t even able to hear it from me.
I can’t tell you how much I regret that.
“What are you talking about?” you asked angrily. “You’re the psychopath who kidnapped me. Who brought me here. Colin came to save me from you.”
“Colin’s my right-hand man,” said Dominus. “Didn’t he tell you? This whole thing with you two was my idea.”
You stared at him, confused. You turned to look at me, but I couldn’t bring my eyes to meet yours. I was such a coward.
“You see, this was the plan from the start. We knew you had a crush on Colin. About your little obsession with Jason Middleton or whatever the fuck his name was. We planned it from the beginning.”
The look on your face in that moment hurt more than any of the punches, cuts, scrapes, and bruises of the last 48 hours. I wished that I could die.
“I told Colin to pretend to be interested in you, to get close enough to you so that we could grab you.”
“That’s not true,” I said angrily.
Your eyes lit up with hope.
“Oh?” asked Dominus. “Which part isn’t true? The part where I told you to have sex with him to gain his trust even though you weren’t gay? Or the part where you purposefully ditched the Secret Service and delivered him to me on a silver platter?”
“It’s… I didn’t…”
I turned to look at you. Your eyes were begging me, pleading with me for it not to be true.
“I didn’t know he was going to take you, Zach. I thought he was just going to talk to you. To convince you to join us.”
You looked like you were going to be sick. You took a step away from me, staring at me in fear.
“You… you lied to me? You set me up?”
I went to grab your hand but you flinched away from me.
“Don’t touch me,” you said.
I stared at you, my mouth open, but no words were coming out.
“Oof. Didn’t mean to upset the vibe here,” said Dominus.
I turned to him and glared. “What do you want with me?”
“Your boyfriend’s been getting a little too rowdy for my taste. He attacked one of my guards this morning. Left him with some pretty nasty scratches. I figure having you here is a nice incentive to keep him in line until I find a buyer for him. So when Jeff told me that you’d escaped, and since he was too weak-willed to kill you, well, I figured this would be a nice alternative.”
You scoffed. “Good luck with that,” you said. “If you think I’m just going to play nice because you’ve brought HIM here, you’ve got another thing coming. I’m not an easy hostage, sorry.”
Dominus smiled. He nodded at one of the men behind him. The man walked forward and punched me in the stomach, causing me to double over.
“We can do this however you want,” said Dominus. “It’s up to you.”
“Fuck you,” you said with a steely resolve in your glaring eyes.
The man elbowed me in the face, causing my nose to start gushing blood. I could hear you cry out.
“Stop it!” you yelled.
“Are you gonna cooperate?” asked Dominus.
I spit out blood onto the floor, wiping my nose. I stared up at Dominus with venom.
“Go ahead and kill me,” I said.
Dominus shrugged. “We can do that too.”
The man kicked me in the groin, causing me to collapse on the ground.
“Stop it, leave him alone!” you shouted. You shoved the man away from me, then grabbed me and pulled me into the corner.
“I’ll do what you want, just leave us alone,” you said. I grabbed onto your arm like a life raft, resting my head against it as I breathed heavily.
Dominus smiled. “I knew you’d come around.” He clapped his hands together. “Well, I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you two have a lot to catch up on.”
Dominus left, the two men following behind him. You glared at them as they closed the door behind them. Once they’d left, you turned to cradle my face in your hands.
“Are you okay?” you asked. “Is your nose broken?”
“I don’t think so,” I said, sitting up. My stomach was killing me, and my nose was still bleeding slightly, but I was otherwise okay. I looked into your eyes, my lip trembling.
“I’m so sorry-”
“Don’t,” you said.
You grabbed your clothes and started putting them on. I watched you in silence as you dressed yourself, your face belying the emotions underneath. When you’d finished, you put your head in your hands and started to cry.
I crawled over to you and put my hand on your shoulder. It broke my heart to feel you flinch underneath me, but you didn’t pull away.
“Let me explain,” I said.
“Is what he said true? That you were pretending to be gay so that you could get me to join this… this cult?”
I sighed. I used my thumb to wipe a tear out of the corner of your eye. It was time, finally. Time for you to know everything.
“I need to tell you the truth,” I said. “From the beginning.”
So, this is it. This is everything, Zach. This isn’t how I wanted to tell it to you, or where I thought we’d be.
I need you to understand that I thought that I was doing the right thing. I didn’t intend to fall in love with you. And when I did…
I wanted to find a way for us to be together. But I was a coward, and I was ashamed to tell you the truth because… because I was afraid that you would hate me. And I would rather die than have you hate me.
I understand if you can’t love me after what I’ve done. But please, please know that I love you with all my heart. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another human being. Despite my lies, despite my betrayal, I love you so fucking much.
Please tell me you understand that.
Please.
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