ZACH
I sat at the table, my stomach growling at the fine display of food that Dominus had laid out in front of us. But as much as I wanted to grab a big scoop of mashed potatoes and dig in, I’d be damned if I was going to let that son of a bitch get to me with something as easy as a warm meal.
“Is there something wrong with dinner?” asked Dominus. He was sitting at the front of the table, a glass of wine in his hand. Colin sat in front of me, his plate similarly empty.
“Aside from the fact that you haven’t given us any silverware?” I said.
Dominus shrugged. “I know that eating with your hands isn’t exactly good table manners, but do you blame me? Thanks to you I have to have men standing watch in front of every door out of this place. It’s not like I can trust you with a fork.”
I rolled my eyes. How could anybody in Ecclesium put up with this guy? I’d only known him for a few days and I already felt like clawing my own eyes out.
“I’m not going to eat anything until you tell me why you’ve brought us up here.”
“All right, fine. I invited you both to join me for dinner to celebrate.”
Why did I get the feeling that this was nothing to celebrate?
“Your video satisfied our buyer. He’s on his way and should be here by Thursday morning.”
My heart dropped. It was Monday evening, which meant that Thursday was only two and a half days away. That gave us an incredibly short window of time to figure out a way out of here before some man took me halfway across the world to do God knows what with.
“Is it too much to ask who you’re selling me to?” I asked. “You can at least do me the decency of knowing who my next kidnapper is going to be.”
Dominus drained his wine glass. He set it down on the table, rubbing his finger around the rim and staring at me with a small smile on his face.
“I guess it doesn’t matter either way,” said Dominus. “There’s not much you can do about it either way. Plus you’ll know soon enough, won’t you?”
He picked up a wine bottle from the table and refilled his glass, then leaned in, a gleam in his eye. “You’re going to Russia! The KGB is VERY interested in getting their hands on such a great asset. They’ve got all sorts of plans for you, I’m sure. Not that I asked, I’m more interested in the financial side of things. But you are going to net me a pretty substantial sum, which should be more than enough to make up for the sponsors we lost because of Colin’s fuck-up.”
He turned to Colin and tilted his glass towards him. “See Colin? I knew there was a way you could make this up to me.”
“Fuck you,” said Colin. He stood up, curling his hand into a fist as he took a step towards Dominus. One of the guards standing nearby lifted his gun, pointing it directly at Colin.
Dominus laughed. “What are you gonna do? Beat me to death like you did poor Carl?”
Colin’s eyes widened. “He’s not… I didn’t-”
“No, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. You damn near put him in a coma. Luckily my friends are here to help you keep your rage in check.”
The man with the gun stared at Colin, his index finger resting on the trigger.
“What are you gonna do to him?” I asked Dominus. They both turned to look at me. “What’s going to happen to Colin once I… once I’m gone?”
Dominus looked over at Colin and raised an eyebrow. “That’s up to Colin, really. There’s always a path back to forgiveness for those who truly want it. If anybody’s capable of earning their seat back at the table, it’s you, Colin. What do you say?”
Colin was still standing a few feet away from Dominus, glaring at him. He spat in Dominus’ face.
The man with the gun walked forward and turned his gun around, hitting Colin in the face with the butt of his rifle. Colin dropped to his knees.
Dominus wiped the spit off of his face with a dinner napkin. “Again? What is up with you people and spitting? Seriously, is this some sort of gay sex fetish or something?”
Colin got slowly to his feet, glaring at Dominus. “Fuck you,” he growled. “If you think I’m going to let you sell my boyfriend and then become your little devoted cult follower again, you really are fucking crazy.”
Dominus sighed, then turned to me. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re a bad influence on him. Really. First you make him gay, then you make him buy into all this cult nonsense.”
He leaned back in his chair and picked up his glass of wine, swirling it around before taking a sip. “This wasn’t always the plan, you know. To sell you. We really were just trying to get you to join us. We had a whole plan to install someone at every level of government. But then you turned out to be so goddamn difficult. If you had just cooperated, we wouldn’t have had to find another way for you to be useful.”
“Wow, can’t believe we’re victim-blaming me for getting kidnapped,” I said. “I’m sorry I didn’t fit into your perfect little agenda.”
“I am too. Because now I have to kill Colin because of you. Seriously, dude. It’s pretty fucked up.”
Colin’s face turned white. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Now, are you guys going to eat, or are we just going to let everything get cold?”
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After the guards locked us back in our cell for the night, Colin pulled me into his arms and held me tight.
“I’m not gonna let him do this to you,” he said. “We’re going to find a way out of here.”
“How?” I asked. “We already tried stealing the guard’s keys and escaping. There’s no way we’re gonna be able to pull that off again.”
“We need to find another way out of here,” said Colin. “There has to be some blind spot in this place, some way that we can sneak out without them seeing us.”
“It’s not exactly as if we can just walk around the place and look, now can we? The only place in the house that I’ve even seen is the basement, the living room, and the bathroom. And I guess now the dining room, not that there’s a way out of there.”
Colin furrowed his brow. “If we could just make our way to the garage we could steal one of the cars and just drive out of here.”
“That’s a lot easier said than done. I don’t even know what section of the house the garage is located in.”
“It’s on the left side,” said Colin. “I saw it when they brought me in. Dominus has a few cars in there, along with Jeff’s car.”
“Yeah, well, he’s not gonna be any help, now is he?” I asked. I sat down on the cot and put my head in my hands. Colin sat down beside me and put his hand on my back.
“We’ll think of something. We’ve got until Thursday to find a way out of here. We can do it, I promise you.”
I looked up at him and sadly. “And what if we don’t?”
“Zach-”
“Colin, if we don’t make it out of here, and I get sent off to fucking Moscow or wherever, he’s gonna kill you.”
Colin shrugged. “If we don’t succeed, I’m not gonna want to live anyway. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself for what I’ve done.”
“Don’t say that. You shouldn’t have to pay for what you did with your life.”
Colin stood up, staring at me angrily. “What would you have me do? Just go back to him, tell him that I’m back on board, that I’m a believer again?”
I gave him a half smile. “You wouldn’t have to mean it.”
Colin shook his head. “No. I won’t do it.”
“But Colin, if you don’t-”
“What guarantee do I have that he’s not gonna kill me anyway?”
“You don’t know that. But you have to at least try!”
Colin stared at me, shaking his head slowly. “I can’t believe that you’re giving up on us. What happened to the man that told me to go fuck myself, that HE was going to be the one to get us out of here?”
“I’m just being realistic. Just in case.”
Colin grabbed my arms, pulling me close to him. “Fuck that. I don’t accept that. You are the bravest, smartest, most resilient motherfucker I’ve ever met. You’ve been through so much. SO much. I know that you’re going to find a way out.”
I leaned my head against Colin’s chest, closing my eyes as he ran his hands across my back. I really did want to be brave, but the truth was I had never felt brave a day in my life. Everything I had done, from doing interviews on national television to asking Colin on our first date, I had done with my heart in my fucking throat.
I was tired of pretending to be brave.
“Okay,” I said after a moment. “I’ll do it. I’ll find us a way out of here. But you have to do something for me.”
He looked down at me, staring into my eyes. “Anything.”
“Will you hold me? Just hold me tonight. I just need… I need to feel safe.”
“Of course,” he said. He leaned down and kissed me on the top of my head.
We got underneath the covers, pulling them over us as he laid behind me on the cot. I took his arm and held it against my chest, feeling his warm body behind me. I ran my fingers across the hair of his arm, feeling the coarseness of it on my fingertips. I could feel his face behind my neck, breathing me in softly.
As I closed my eyes, I remembered a game I used to play with myself whenever I would go to bed. I used to close my eyes and try to imagine that I was in a different bedroom throughout my life. Sometimes it would be my childhood bedroom back in Rhode Island, then my room at the beach house in Chesapeake or my apartment in college. I would picture everything in the room from my nightstand to where the closet was and try and imagine that I was actually there.
I laid on the cot, holding onto Colin’s arm and trying as hard as I could to stifle the tears that I felt brimming underneath the surface. I took deep breaths one after the other, my mind trying to picture the first night that Colin and I slept together at my apartment back in DC. It was just us in my bedroom, my body nestled into Colin’s as we drifted off to dreamland together.
As I felt myself falling deeper into sleep, just for a moment, the fantasy felt like the real thing. For a moment, I was able to escape.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of the door being unlocked. I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes as Jeff opened the door and walked in.
“Come with me,” he said.
“Where are you taking me this time?” I asked.
“I thought you might want to take a shower,” said Jeff. “Unless you wanna sit in your own filth. I’m fine either way.”
I turned back to look at Colin, who was still sound asleep. He was splayed out on the bed, the blanket just covering up his lower half. “Let him rest a little while longer,” I thought.
“Don’t expect this to make up for the whole ‘selling me to the KGB’ thing,” I said as I got up and followed Jeff upstairs.
He led me up to the bathroom on the second floor, the one that Colin and I had showered in the day before.
I turned to look back at him in the doorway. “You know, I’m still a human being,” I said. “And so is Colin. He doesn’t deserve to die.”
Jeff stared at me for a moment. “No, he doesn’t,” he said. “Here’s hoping he’ll come to his senses.” He grabbed the door to close it. “You have 10 minutes.”
As he locked the door behind me, I walked over to the shower and turned it on. I took a step back, waiting for the water to heat up.
I could feel the glare of the sunrise hitting me in the eyes once again, just like it had when I was with Colin. I lifted my hands to block it out, then paused. I lowered my hand, walking over to the window in the corner where the sun was coming out of.
It was a tiny window, no bigger than about 4 square feet. Could I fit through it? Did it even open?
It was too high up for me to reach. I looked around the bathroom, trying to find something I could climb onto. I grabbed the little wastepaper basket in the corner and turned it upside down, climbing on it to look out the window.
I could see a flat portion of the roof outside underneath the window. We appeared to be facing the back of the house, but I couldn’t tell much from where my vantage point. I looked around the window frame, trying to see if there was a latch or something that would help me open it.
No dice. The window was caulked into place, clearly not meant to be removed.
I stepped off of the wastepaper basket, letting out a grunt of frustration. I looked around the room, trying to think of something, anything that I could use to help me escape. The only things in this bathroom were toiletries: a tube of toothpaste, a toothbrush, a bar of soap.
I picked up the toothpaste, running my finger along the sharp back edge of the tube. I got back on top of the wastepaper basket and dug the edge of the toothpaste tube into the caulk. I scraped away some of the caulk, watching as it chafed away and fell down onto the floor. I continued chipping away at it for the next few minutes, scraping all around the edges to try and dislodge the window pane.
I jumped when I heard a banging at the door.
“Time’s up!”
I got down off the wastepaper basket, flipping it and shoving it back in the corner. I quickly jumped in the shower long enough to get myself wet before turning it off and drying myself.
As Jeff led me back downstairs, I could feel a sense of giddiness fill my heart. I could get that window open, I was sure of it. And then we were one step closer to getting out of here.
Jeff opened the door to the basement and beckoned me inside.
“Tell Colin to get up if he wants a shower,” he said.
I walked over to Colin and shook him gently on the shoulder.
“Colin,” I said softly. “Time to get up and take a shower.”
He sat up slowly, yawning and stretching.
“Colin, listen to me,” I whispered. “I’ve found us a way out. Take the tube of toothpaste in the bathroom and use it to chip away the caulk around the window.”
“What are you-”
“Do you understand?” I said quickly.
He nodded. He pulled the covers off and got to his feet, then looked over to where Jeff was standing outside the open door.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” he said, walking over to Jeff with a look of murder in his eyes.
Jeff pulled a gun out of the back of his pants and held it to his side.
“Don’t try anything, man,” said Jeff. “Do you wanna shower or not?”
Colin looked back at me. I nodded. I looked after him as he left, my heart pounding in my chest.
By the time he came back around 15 minutes later, I was fiddling nervously with my hands. I got to my feet immediately, walking over to him as Jeff shut the door behind him.
“So? Did you get it open?”
“Not yet, but it’s close,” he said. “Do you really think we’ll be able to fit through there? It’s really tiny.”
“We have to try,” I said. “It’s literally our only option at this point. I think tomorrow morning we should be able to get it open. Then once we’re on the roof we can make our way to the garage.”
“What are we gonna do until then?”
I smiled coyly. “I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time.”
Colin rolled his eyes. “I meant to prepare for our escape.”
“There’s nothing we can do while we’re stuck in this room. Now all I want is to take my mind off of all this shit for five minutes and fuck my boyfriend. Is that too much to ask?”
Colin smirked, then ripped off his shirt. “Is this close to what you had in mind?” he asked, running his hand down his chest.
I bit my lip as he circled his nipple with his thumb. Fuck, he made my mouth water just looking at him. I crossed the space between us and put my hand on his chest, feeling the dense muscle underneath.
“You have no idea how many times I would look at this chest on TV and just think, ‘Fuck, I want to put my mouth on that.’”
Colin stared at me hungrily. “So do it.”
I leaned down, sticking my tongue out and running it across Colin’s nipple. He had a few strands of hair around the outside of his nipple, which I circled slowly with my tongue. I could taste the sweat on his skin—clearly he’d rushed through his shower just like I had. I savored the salty taste as I sucked his nipple into my mouth, nibbling on it as I listened to him moan.
I stuck my thumb in my mouth to wet it, then reached over and started rubbing his other nipple as I went back to licking him. Colin put his hand on the back of my head, pressing me against his chest as he tilted his head back in pleasure. I reached my right hand down and slipped it into the back of his pants, rubbing my finger in between his cheeks.
Colin began to giggle. He put his hands on me and pushed me away.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What? I was just touching your ass,” I said. “I can’t help it, it’s so… firm.”
I reached over to grab it again when he squirmed away from me.
“That’s not… what we do,” he said quizzically.
“Oh, so you get to fuck me whenever you damn well please, but I don’t even get to stick a finger up there?” I said playfully.
“I don’t… I thought you liked it that way,” he said, confused.
“I do,” I said. “For the most part. But sometimes I like to switch things up.”
He stared at me for a moment. “Are you saying… you wanna fuck me?”
I shrugged. “One day. When we get out of here, maybe. I think I’ve earned it, wouldn’t you say?”
His face turned red. “Are you seriously using the ‘you got me kidnapped card’ on this?”
I gave him a shit-eating grin. “I sure am. I’m cashing it in, baby. Or at least I will. Once we’ve had a chance to warm you up properly, that is.”
He took a deep breath, squinting at me as he mulled it over. “Fine,” he said after a moment. “When we get out of here… I’ll let you fuck me.”
“How generous,” I said, winking. “I mean, Jesus, does a boy have to get kidnapped just so his boyfriend will let him be on top for once?”
“I wouldn’t do it for just anyone, let’s just put it that way,” he said, grinning as he pulled me in for a kiss. He opened my mouth with his tongue, kissing me deeply as he wrapped his arms around me. “I wanna taste you,” he moaned into my mouth.
He reached down and started unbuttoning my pants. I was rock hard as he pulled the zipper down, pulling my pants down to my ankles. He got down on his knees, lifting my legs out of my pants one at a time and then shucking them off to the side. He ran his hands up my thighs, making me shiver as he leaned in and kissed them.
He turned me around and bent me over the cot, opening my smooth hole up to him. I could feel him let out a slow breath as he took it in.
“How do you have such a beautiful hole?” he asked. “Seriously. I’ve never seen anything so fucking hot in my life.” He leaned in and stuck his tongue out, rubbing it up against the entrance to my hole. “Ugh, and you taste so good…”
I laughed. “That’s quite a difference from the first time you ate me out. I seem to remember you were petrified.”
He gave me a light spank on the cheek. “I was an idiot, is what I was. How could I not have known what an amazing hole you have?”
He leaned in and licked it again, making me bite my lip as waves of pleasure rippled throughout my body.
“I love the way you taste,” he said before sticking his tongue inside me. I arched my back, enjoying the sensations coming from inside me.
“I love the way your back arches when I go in deep,” he said. “And I love the way you moan when I go like this.”
He took his chin and rubbed it around the outside of my hole. Having been a few days without shaving, Colin had a layer of scruff that drove me absolutely fucking wild. I let out a loud moan as I pushed my face into the bed, enjoying the scratching sensation on my sensitive hole.
“If I got to eat your hole every day for the rest of my life, I would do it with a smile on my face,” he said.
I sighed, then rolled over onto my back and stared at him.
“That might not be very long,” I said softly. “For either of us.”
“Hey,” he said, laying down behind me and wrapping me in his arms. “We are gonna live long and happy lives. And you’re gonna fuck me, remember?”
I smiled. “It’s the only thing keeping me going.”
He leaned in and kissed me.
“You know what’s keeping me going?” he asked. “What I’m gonna do when we get back to DC.”
“And what’s that?”
He brushed his fingertips slowly across my arm, making the little hairs on my arm stand up.
“I’m gonna take you out on a date. A real one, not a fake culty one. I’m gonna buy you flowers, because you deserve to feel special. And I’m gonna woo you.”
“Oh, you’re gonna woo me, huh?”
He nudged me, smiling at me playfully. “I don’t know if you’re ready for that. You’ve only seen my wooing skills at like, 50%. I’m gonna get you to come home with me too, just you wait. I’m very persuasive.”
He leaned in, rubbing his nose against my neck.
“Oh really?” I asked softly.
He reached down and grabbed my cock, stroking it softly. “Really. And once I have you in my bed, I’m gonna tease you all night long. I’m gonna bring you so close, right up to the edge-”
He squeezed my cock as he stroked me, making me moan. “-and then I’m gonna pull back, make it last a little longer.”
He let go of my cock, lifting his hand to my face to stroke my cheek.
“Then what?”
He smiled, taking his hand away from his face and reaching it down towards his cock.
“Then, just when you’re begging for me to let you cum, I’m gonna slide inside you…”
I could feel the head of his cock pushing up against my hole. I moaned as I felt it pop in.
“...and I’m gonna make love to you, just like I did the first time. Only this time, I won’t be holding anything back. It’ll be all me.”
He started pumping in and out of me, slowly opening me up and making my toes curl with pleasure. I could feel the scratch of his pubic hair bumping up against my butt as he bottomed out inside me. He kissed my ear, nibbling the lobe as he continued to violate me.
“Oh… fuck me, Colin,” I moaned, reaching back to spread my cheeks open and offer him easier access.
He picked up the pace of his thrusts, his hand gripping my waist as he pumped into me. I moaned louder and louder as I felt his hard cock hitting something deep inside me. Sex with Colin always felt so natural, so effortless. He knew how to take care of me, how to be rough and gentle at the same time so that I was always guessing what he would do next.
Colin rolled me over onto my stomach and started fucking me into the bed. He reached down and grabbed my cock, rubbing the head in his palm as he slammed his hips against me. It was the perfect stimulation to coincide with the pleasure I was feeling in my ass. His hand on my dick and his cock in my ass were working together to drive me towards an orgasm that felt like it was going to tear me apart.
“You feel so fucking good,” I moaned as I felt his chest on my back, his hips slamming into me again and again.
“I love your hole, baby,” he whispered in my ear. “So warm… so wet… so fucking tight…”
“Cum for me,” I moaned. “I want you to breed me, Colin.”
I leaned back to kiss him, our tongues intertwining as we continued our sexual congress. His hand on my dick was making me close to cumming. I could feel his breathing getting heavier as we continued kissing. He opened his mouth, panting as he started to unload inside me.
I reached my hand down to my cock to finish myself off as I felt spurt after spurt of his cum fill me. By the time the pulsing of his cock began to diminish, my orgasm was in full force, covering the cot underneath me with cum. He kept his dick buried inside me as I came, kissing my neck as I shuddered underneath him.
We lay there for a moment afterwards, neither of us willing to detach from the other. I would have laid on that cot for the rest of my life if I could have. I closed my eyes and felt myself drifting off, Colin’s warm body still covering me as I began to fall asleep.
I woke up a few hours later to find Colin fast asleep next to me. I turned to look at his sleeping face. I still couldn’t get over how striking his features were. His jaw was so rigid it looked like it was cut from glass. He had these thick eyebrows and jutting cheekbones that normally made him look so moody and enigmatic. But now, asleep next to me, he looked like an innocent little boy.
I ran my finger across his cheek. He stirred in his sleep, inhaling deeply. I felt my heart sink at the thought of what might befall him if we weren’t able to escape tomorrow. What would I do if something happened to him? I didn’t know if I could live in a world without Colin in it. Then again, I didn’t know if I was going to live at all.
I curled up next to him, closing my eyes as I rejoined him in dreamland.
After we both woke up from our midday nap, we spent the rest of the day plotting out our escape plans. Once we made it out onto the roof, we were going to try and make our way over to the side of the house where the garage was. Colin said that the garage door had been open from the outside when he was first brought in, so we could only hope that it would still be open for us to make our way inside after we’d climbed down off the roof.
As for what we did once we got in the garage, we weren’t quite sure. We were hoping that we would be able to take the guard by surprise, since he wouldn’t be expecting us to come from outside. And, if our plan worked, then we would have a gun with us as well.
But we didn’t know if he would have the keys to one of the cars on him or whether or not they were kept somewhere else. We were both aware of the fragility of our plan, but it was the only idea we had, and we needed something to hold onto. By the time nightfall rolled around, we were both in agreement. The plan would work. It had to.
The next morning I awoke early. I got up and began to pace around the room, unable to quell the nerves that had been on high alert since I first opened my eyes. Colin sat up, rubbing his eyes as he watched me pace.
“It’s gonna be okay, Zach,” he said.
I turned to him with a look of fear in my eyes. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
Suddenly there was the sound of keys rattling in the door. We turned to see Jeff opening the door.
“Which one of you wants to shower first?” he asked.
“Can we shower together?” asked Colin.
He grimaced. “No. Gross. Just… one of you goes and then the other.”
“You don’t have to be homophobic,” I said. “Besides, it’ll be easier for you if you take us at the same time.”
He rolled his eyes. “Fine. But no funny business. Now come on, I gotta go into town soon.”
I followed him out of the door and up the steps, with Colin following shortly behind me. I could feel my heartbeat in my throat as we walked up towards the second floor bathroom. I knew the plan inside and out, but knowing it and doing it are two different things.
When we got to the bathroom door, my hands were shaking. Jeff opened it and beckoned me inside.
“Come on, you’ve got 10 minutes. Let’s go.”
I walked past him, then turned and kneed him as hard as I could in the groin.
Jeff doubled over in pain, grabbing his crotch as Colin came up from behind him and put him in a chokehold. Jeff reached up to try and pull Colin’s arm away, but Colin’s grip was as tight as a vice.
I reached my hand around behind Jeff and ran it along his lower back, looking for the gun. I found it tucked into his waistband. I pulled it out and took a step back, watching as Jeff slowly started to lose consciousness.
Colin slumped down to the floor with him as he passed out. He continued to hold his neck for another few seconds to make sure he was really out.
“Colin, I think he’s good,” I whispered. “Now come on, we’ve gotta hurry.”
Colin pulled him inside the bathroom as I shut the door behind us. He leaned him up against the wall as I set the gun on the ground, grabbed the wastepaper basket and planted it in front of the window. I quickly got to work peeling away the caulk with the toothpaste tube. Colin had done a decent job of it yesterday, managing to remove most of it. I scraped away the remaining bits, my heart running a mile a minute.
“How’s it coming?” asked Colin. He was keeping one eye on Jeff and one eye on me.
“I think I’ve got it!” I said. I pushed against the left side of the glass, shoving it slightly out of the frame as the right side of the glass twisted inward. I pushed harder until there was about a gap the size of an inch between the glass and the frame. I reached my hand in and grabbed the window pane, trying to wiggle it out of the frame without breaking it.
“Be careful!” said Colin. “We can’t make any noise.”
After a few minutes’ effort, I finally managed to dislodge it without breaking it. I pulled the glass back into the bathroom and set it down on the sink.
“Help me up,” I said to Colin.
He came up behind me and grabbed my sides, hoisting me up towards the window. I put my arms through it, trying to pull myself through and out onto the roof. I could feel my shoulders hitting the sides of the window frame.
“Can you fit?” asked Colin.
I grunted, trying to squeeze myself through. My shoulders were burning from rubbing up against the frame. I tried to tuck them in, but I could only make myself so small.
“It’s not working,” I said frantically.
“Maybe if you-”
“It won’t fit!” I said as I lowered myself back into the room. “It’s not working, I’m trying but it’s not.” I was getting more and more frantic at this point, tears coming to my eyes as I felt myself panicking. “And you’re bigger than me, so if I won’t fit you’re not gonna fit. And then they’re gonna kill you and I’m gonna be sold to the Russians-”
“Hey hey hey,” said Colin. “That’s not gonna happen.”
He wrapped his arms around me. I put my head against his chest, tears springing to my eyes.
“There’s no way out, Colin. We’re trapped.”
I looked up at him to see him staring behind me. I turned to see Jeff standing up slowly, his gun pointed straight at us.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
Colin got in front of me. “We’re getting the fuck out of here, Jeff. And you’re gonna let us.”
Jeff scoffed. “Jesus, Colin. What do you think he’s gonna do if he finds out you’re trying to escape again?”
“He’s already gonna kill me! What else can he do to me that he hasn’t done already?”
“I brought you here so he could talk some sense into you,” said Jeff. “I wasn’t trying to deliver you to your death. He shook his head. “It doesn’t have to be like this, man. Just… just tell him you were fucked up. Tell him you’re sorry, he’ll let you come back-”
“I’m not going back,” said Colin. “I’d rather let him kill me than give that monster my soul.”
Jeff gestured the gun at me angrily. “This is all his fucking fault! If he hadn’t have poisoned your mind-”
“He didn’t do anything,” said Colin. “He’s a victim in all this. I’m the one who betrayed him, who led him into this pit of vipers in the first place. And now I’m getting him out. Please, Jeff. Let us go.”
Jeff put the back of his hand against his forehead, his face screwing up in pain. “I can’t let you go, man. We need him. If we don’t get this money… we’re over, dude. I don’t like it either, but we have to put the group before ourselves.”
“I can’t do it,” said Colin.
“Why? What’s so fucking special about him?”
Colin looked at me, his face growing soft as he grabbed my hand. “I already told you. I love him. I love him and I can’t go back… I can’t ever go back.”
I squeezed his hand, then turned to Jeff. “Jeff,” I said evenly as I stepped in front of Colin and approached him.
He lifted the gun at me warily. I lifted my hands slowly in front of me as a show of peace.
“You don’t have to do this. You know this is wrong. Somewhere deep inside you is a voice screaming that this is not okay. That’s the part of you that’s still in there. The part of you that he can never touch. Please, listen to it. It’s not too late.”
I was standing a foot away from Jeff at that point. His hand was shaking as it held the gun. Despite my fear, I wouldn’t allow myself to look away from him. He didn’t look away from me either.
“What… what are you even gonna do? Just go off into the jungle again?” he asked after a moment.
I looked back at Colin. “We were gonna steal a car.”
Jeff scoffed. “Good luck with that. There’s a gate blocking off the road towards the villa. A guard monitors who comes and goes, you wouldn’t be able to get past it.”
“Well, we have to try,” said Colin. “Please, man. Just let us go.”
Jeff stared at us for a moment. “If you’re gonna escape, you’ll need to stay hidden.”
“Are you going to help us?” I asked cautiously.
Jeff looked at Colin. “I can’t let Dominus kill you. I don’t care if you’re an apostate. You’re my brother.”
He lowered the gun, then lumbered over towards Colin and put his arms around him.
Colin stiffened up. I could see the anger in his face, the hatred for the man who had betrayed him. But after a moment, his face softened just a bit as he patted Jeff on the back.
“Thank you,” he said as Jeff pulled away. “You’re doing the right thing.”
“I’m not so sure that’s true,” said Jeff. “Come on. Follow me.”
He opened the door and led us out. We crept down the stairs behind him as he went on ahead to see if anyone was coming. He got to the base of the stairs and looked around, then waved us forward. We followed him through the back hallway towards the east side of the house. There was no one around, but we traveled as quietly as possible.
We turned the corner and approached a door on the right. “Wait here for a second,” said Jeff. “I’m gonna distract the guard while you hide in the trunk of my car.”
“You expect me to get back in that trunk after last time?” asked Colin angrily.
“You don’t have a choice, man,” said Jeff. “Now listen. When you hear me cough, that means the coast is clear. I’ll leave the car unlocked so you should be able to open it from the outside and climb inside. Then I’ll drive us out of here.”
He nodded at us, then opened the door. Colin and I pressed ourselves against the wall as we watched him enter the garage.
“Hey man,” we heard him say to the guard after the door closed. We put our ears against the door, trying our best to listen for his cough. We could hear muffled conversation, but only a few words here and there. My heart was pounding in my chest, hoping that no one would come along in the hallway and catch us out here.
Suddenly we heard Jeff cough loudly. Colin and I looked at each other, then pried the door open and crept into the garage.
We could see Jeff and the guard standing over in the corner, their backs to us. “You okay man?” asked the guard, patting Jeff on the back as he coughed.
“Yeah, man. Just a tickle in my throat,” said Jeff. He gestured towards the back wall. “But yeah, he wants to set up shelving over here. I’m headed to the store to pick up the supplies now.”
There were three cars in the garage that we could see: a Bentley, a Mercedes, and an old Nissan Versa that I assumed was Jeff’s. Colin grabbed my hand and pulled me over towards the back of Jeff’s car. He quickly popped the trunk and helped me inside, then climbed in after me. He closed it quietly after us.
The light was coming in through the empty hole where the brake light used to be before Colin kicked it out. Colin put his arms around me and held me tightly. I held my breath, trying not to make a sound as we listened to Jeff and the guard outside.
“All right, I’m gonna head out,” we heard Jeff say.
“You sure you’re alright? You seem a little off.”
I squeezed Colin’s arm, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I’m good, man. Just getting a cold I think.”
“Got it. Well, could you pick up some La Croix while you’re in town?” asked the guard. “I’m fucking dying in this heat.”
“You got it, man,” Jeff said as he got in the car. We felt the car shake slightly as he closed the door, then felt the rumbling underneath us as it started up. The car slowly began to move, headed out of the garage and into the driveway.
I was trying to keep my face away from the hole in the brake light to avoid being seen, but I could still see the villa behind us as we drove away. My heartbeat was going a mile a minute as I watched it recede into the background.
After a minute, the car slowed to a stop. I assumed that we must be at the gate that Jeff had talked about. I tried my best to hear what Jeff and the guard were saying, but their voices were too muffled under the sound of the engine. I buried my face against Colin’s chest. He squeezed me tighter.
“It’s gonna be okay, baby,” he said.
After what felt like an eternity, the car began to slowly roll forward. I looked out the hole to see the gate closing behind us as we drove down the road and away from the villa.
After a few minutes on the road, the car slowed to a stop. I heard the car door slam, then the sound of footsteps. Finally the trunk opened, the sunlight streaming in as Jeff stood there in front of us.
We crawled out, stepping out onto the road. Colin grabbed me and pulled me in for a kiss. I wrapped my arms around him, tears coming to my eyes as we stood there.
“We did it,” I said.
“I fucking love you,” said Colin.
I looked up at him and laughed, my eyes full of tears. “I love you too, Colin Baker.”
“Come on, we need to hurry,” said Jeff. “Get in the back.”
Colin grabbed my hand and opened the door to the backseat, helping me in before climbing in after me. Jeff got back in the front seat and drove away.
I continued holding Colin’s hand in the car, my mind racing with all sorts of emotions. I was giddy with excitement from having escaped, yet terrified of what could go wrong. We weren’t home free yet, not until we were safe with the authorities.
“Where is the police station?” I asked.
“There’s one a few blocks into town, right near the paint store” said Jeff. “It should be just a 20 minute drive.”
We continued driving for several minutes, the road beginning to go from gravel to paved as we got closer to the city. As the city came into view, I began to feel my heart get lighter.
Then I heard the sound of the engine behind us. I turned to see a car speeding towards us. My heart sank when I recognized the Mercedes from the garage. The car came racing down the street at what had to be 80 miles per hour.
I turned back to Jeff. “Go go go, they’re coming!”
Jeff put his foot down on the pedal, sending the car lurching forward. “Fuck!” he shouted. “They must have noticed you were gone from the basement.”
We began to gather speed, but not nearly at the rate the other car was going. Jeff’s old car was no match for the Mercedes. I watched in terror as it gained on us.
I grabbed onto Colin, bracing myself for the impact. We jolted forward as the car rammed us from behind, nearly sending us off the road. Jeff tried his best to course correct, but ended up sending us too far in the other direction.
“Watch out!” I yelled, too late.
We swerved off the road, careening off towards the trees. Jeff tried to control the direction of the car with the wheel, but it was out of his hands at this point. Colin and I watched helplessly as we sped through the forest towards the wall of trees that were swiftly approaching. I pulled my head into my knees and closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable impact.
The crash was so loud it was sickening. I could feel my body jerking roughly against the seatbelt as the car came to a sudden halt, having smashed against a tree. I was temporarily discombobulated, my head spinning from the crash.
I could feel Colin’s hand on my arm, bringing me back to the real world. Liquid was dripping into my eyes as I blinked away blood. I lifted my hand to my head in pain.
I could see Jeff in the driver’s seat, his head slumped over. I couldn’t tell if he was unconscious or dead.
“Zach…” said Colin weakly.
I turned to see him sitting next to me, his leg pinned between the front passenger seat and the floor of the car. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt, then scrambled to unbuckle his.
“My leg… it hurts,” he said softly.
I ripped his seatbelt off, then grabbed the passenger seat and tried to shove it off of him.
“I’m going to lift this, but I need you to pull your leg out, Colin,” I yelled. I shoved the seat as hard as I could, managing to lift it slightly off his leg. “Now!”
He pulled his leg to the side, freeing it just before I let go of the seat. I opened my car door and climbed out, then reached my hand in after him.
“Grab my hand!” I said.
Colin lifted his hand towards mine. I grabbed onto it and pulled him towards me. I pulled him out onto the ground, then crouched over his leg.
“I think it’s broken,” he said.
I looked at his leg, bloody and mangled from the crash. “You have to try to stand,” I said. “We need to go before he-”
“You have to go,” he said weakly.
I shook my head. “Colin, I can’t. I won’t leave you-”
“You promised. You said-”
“No, you son of a bitch! I didn’t promise anything! I’m not leaving you here, I won’t…”
I grabbed his head and held it against my chest, crying. I could hear rustling coming from nearby. I turned to see the guard clambering off the road through the forest towards us. He was about a hundred yards away.
“You have to go now,” said Colin.
“I can’t,” I cried.
“You can bring help,” he said. “Please. I need to know that you’re okay.”
I stared into his eyes, unwilling to accept the inevitable. But I knew that he was right. I only had seconds to act. If they caught us now, we would definitely die. But if I could escape…
“I’m coming back for you,” I said. “I promise.”
He nodded, smiling at me. “I know. You still have to top, remember?”
I laughed, tears in my eyes. I kissed him on the lips, then set him down gently as I climbed to my feet. I looked up at the guard, who was still a few dozen yards away, his gun drawn.
I turned and ran as fast as I could into the forest. I didn’t know where I was going, whether I was going deeper into the forest or closer to civilization. But I knew I needed to get as far away from the guard as possible. I ran without looking back, past the trees and the branches that whipped me across my arms, legs, and face. I ran until I couldn’t breathe, and then I kept running some more.
Finally I couldn’t go another foot. I dropped to my knees, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. I looked around. I was alone in the forest.
I got back to my feet and continued walking. I had to have walked for at least another hour before I began to hear the sounds of civilization. By the time I got out onto the road, I was nearly weeping with joy. I could see cars speeding past, heading down into town. I followed the road towards the town, stumbling along.
I didn’t know where the police station was, nor did I know Spanish. I’m sure I looked like a fucking mess in my ripped clothes and bleeding forehead. I walked up to an older man standing outside a convenience store.
“Police,” I said. “Please, I need the police.”
He stared at me nervously. “Policia,” he said, pointing down the street.
I looked where he was pointing and nodded. “Policia,” I repeated.
I walked in that direction for several blocks but didn’t see anything resembling a police station. I approached a woman walking down the sidewalk.
“Policia,” I said. “I need the policia.”
“Jesus, are you okay?” she asked, staring at me with concern.
“You speak English?” I said. “Thank God. Please, I need to get to the police station.”
“It’s just around the corner,” she said. “I’ll take you there.”
She led me to the police station a few blocks away. I thanked her profusely, then headed inside and walked up to the man behind the front desk.
“Please,” I said. “Do you speak English?”
“What happened to you?” he said.
“My name is Zach Nelson. I’m the son of the President of the United States. I was kidnapped by a man named Matthew Reece. He’s got my boyfriend… please, you have to help me.”
“Follow me,” he said, getting up from his desk.
He led me to an interrogation room in the back. I took a seat behind the desk as he spoke on the phone outside. He was speaking in Spanish, but I could hear my name amongst the foreign words.
Finally he hung up the phone and turned to me. “Wait here,” he said.
He shut the door behind me. I was too weak to protest. I could only hope that he was getting someone, that they would be able to contact my father or someone from the government to come and rescue Colin. I rested my head against the table and closed my eyes.
I awoke to someone shaking my arm. I looked up to see a thin blond woman in her mid-30s.
“Zachary Nelson?” she asked. “My name is Claire. I’m from the CIA.”
“How did you… have you got him?”
“Tell me, where have you been? The officer said that you told him a man named Matthew Reece was holding you. Is that true?”
“Yes,” I said. “He kidnapped me and my boyfriend, Colin Baker. He’s in a villa just outside of Campestre, on Rancho San Pablo. Colin’s still there.”
“We’re going to transport you back across the border,” she said. “The president has been notified-”
“No!” I shouted. “We have to go now, he’s going to kill him if we dont-”
“We can’t just storm a compound,” she said. “We need to put a team together, we need to have an idea of the layout of the place-”
“He’s a fucking American citizen being held hostage on foreign soil,” I said. “You have to rescue him. I mean, what are you even doing here in the first place without a team?”
“We got a tip from someone claiming to be Colin that you were being held here. Because we couldn’t verify that it was him, they just sent me down to see if there was any veracity to the claim. I’ve been here for a few days looking into whether or not Matthew Reece does in fact own a villa in Monterrey, but hadn’t found anything till now.”
“Well, it’s time to call in the fucking cavalry. If we don’t get Colin out of there soon, Dominus is going to kill him,” I said.
“Dominus?”
“Matthew Reece, it’s his fucking cult name.”
“I’m under orders directly from the president to bring you back safely. Once we have you back, then we can-”
“I’m not going anywhere without Colin. Get my father on the phone right now.”
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It took every threat I could possibly think of, but I was relentless. The second the CIA got approval, they were able to mobilize a team of agents from Texas and head to Monterrey as soon as possible. I wanted them to go in immediately, but the blond woman told me it would be at least 12 hours for them to get to Monterrey, debrief, and familiarize themselves with the layout of the villa.
I had shown them which house was Dominus’ on the map, after which they were able to access blueprints of the villa. I wanted to go with them when they did the extraction, but they told me in no uncertain terms that I was to be kept safe.
The blonde woman stayed with me at the police station as the team of agents approached the villa. We were listening to them via her radio as they broadcast their movements.
“Approaching the back porch. Three armed guards patrolling the back, two around front,” said the man into the walkie.
I could hear the sound of rustling leaves, then several small pings.
“Outer guards have been neutralized. Heading in.”
I was gripping the table, my knuckles turning white. I could barely hope to breathe.
“Three warm bodies inside. Two upstairs, one downstairs.”
My heart was in my throat. Was one of them Colin?”
“Heading upstairs. Door is locked, I’m going to try to shoot through it.”
I could hear the sound of more pings, then a loud crash. I heard the sound of yelling.
“Get on the ground, now!”
I looked at the blonde woman, but her face was neutral. Did she experience this shit all the time or something?
Finally we heard the man speak again. “One hostile has been neutralized, one apprehended. He was hiding in the closet, the son of a bitch.”
“Don’t shoot me!” I heard Dominus shout. “Please, please don’t shoot me!”
I turned to the blonde woman. “What about the third person? What about Colin?”
She lifted the walkie. “Agent, what about the third warm body? The one downstairs?”
“I’m shooting through the door now,” came the voice of another agent.
I could hear more gunshots, then the sound of footsteps.
“We have two bodies in here. Two young man, injured. Jesus… looks like they beat the shit out of them. One of them is...”
I grabbed the walkie. “Is he okay? Is Colin okay?”
“One of them is dead,” said the man.
My heart stopped. My hands shook as I stared at the walkie.
“The other one’s breathing,” said the man. “His leg looks broken and he’s been severely beaten. We need to extract him ASAP.”
I leapt to my feet, crying out in relief. Colin was alive, thank God. But what if it was too late? I couldn’t live with myself if I had let him die. I started to break down into convulsive sobs, my body crumpling to the ground. I could feel the blonde woman’s hands on my shoulders, holding me as I cried.
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I stayed with Colin in the hospital for days. They wanted me to come back to DC, but I refused to leave his side until he was good enough to travel. His leg had been badly broken, as had several ribs from when they beat him after bringing him back to the house.
I learned from Colin after he woke up that Jeff had survived the crash. They were both brought back to Dominus, who was absolutely livid at the defection of his top two followers. He had them both beaten to a pulp in front of him.
Colin survived. Jeff didn’t.
They left Colin there in that basement to die with Jeff. His only hope as he lay there all alone was the fact that they hadn’t found me yet and the hope that maybe, just maybe, I had made it to safety.
After a few days, Colin had recovered enough that he could be transported back across the border. I rode with him in the medevac to a hospital in Laredo, where he spent the next week convalescing.
In the meantime, the FBI opened a criminal investigation into Dominus and got busy collecting evidence to bring him to justice for his crimes. They told Colin they wanted him to testify against Dominus and Ecclesium.
But they know that he’s complicit. They know about his role in my kidnapping, and I don’t think they’re going to offer him immunity.
So that’s why I’m here, dad. Because I need your help.
Colin is innocent in all this, don’t you see that? He’s just as much a victim as I am. And I understand that he broke the law by aiding and abetting my kidnapping, but he didn’t know what he was doing. He’s been manipulated for so long it’s a miracle that he was able to see through Dominus’ deception when he did.
I can’t… I can’t forget what happened to me. And I can’t forget Colin’s role in that. That’s going to stay with me until the day I die.
But I also can’t ignore the fact that I love him. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my life, dad. He’s the only person who’s ever seen me, who’s ever made me feel like I’m enough just as I am, without all the bullshit.
So I’m asking you, as your son: will you pardon him?
I know what you’re going to say: how will it look, you pardoning the crazy cult guy who helped kidnap your son? But I need you to look past the optics, past the midterms, past your reelection.
I need you to look at me, dad. Your son. The one who you used to take fishing every summer down at the Chesapeake Bay. The little boy who you raised to be a good man, to fight for what I believe in and to be loyal to the ones I love no matter what.
I love this man. I NEED this man. So please. Please, will you do this for me?
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EPILOGUE
“The trial began today for Matthew Reece, head of the infamous multilevel marketing scheme and alleged cult ‘Ecclesium’. Reece is on trial for multpile charges including racketeering, forced labor conspiracy, kidnapping, and murder one. After the abduction of Zach Nelson, son of the President of the United States, his trial is one of the most-”
“Can you shut that off?” asked Zach, looking up from the stove. “I’m trying to poach a fucking egg, here.”
“You know you can always just scramble them,” said Colin, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. “I’m not fancy.”
Zach smiled as Colin kissed him on the neck. “It’s our first breakfast in a new place. I want it to be special. Now please, I’ve heard enough of that man to last a lifetime.”
Colin grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, then sat down at the table.
“You know you’re going to have to hear more about him when we fly out there to testify next week.”
Zach rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me. I’m just looking forward to the day that all this is done and we can just relax and enjoy our new lives here in LA.”
“I’ve got so much I wanna show you,” Colin said, grinning. “There’s this great place in Silverlake called Mh Zh, you eat right on the street but it’s like the best food you’ve ever had.”
“Well, take a seat, because breakfast is ready. I don’t know if it’s the best food you’ve ever had, but at least you don’t have to eat on the street.”
Zach set the plates down on the table, then kissed Colin. Colin pulled him into his lap, kissing him deeper. Zach put his hand on his chest and giggled.
“We already fooled around this morning.”
“I can’t help it. I can’t get enough of you. Besides, my leg’s all healed up now, see?”
He lifted his pant leg to show Zach the scar from his surgery. It was actually looking a lot better.
“I’m glad, baby,” Zach said, giving Colin a long, deep kiss. “You know what that means, don’t you?” he asked after he broke the kiss.
Colin groaned. “Oh God… I was hoping you’d forget about that.”
Zach grinned wickedly at him. “I’m calling it in. My one ‘you got me kidnapped so now it’s time for you to let me fuck you’ card.”
Colin nuzzled his neck and slid his hand inside Zach’s shorts, searching for his hole. “Can’t I just fuck you again… I’ll fuck you really good, I promise…”
Zach giggled. “No, it’s your turn to bottom. I’ve earned it!”
Colin rested his head against Zach’s chest and sighed. “Okay, fine. Can I at least eat brunch first?”
“Of course, baby,” said Zach, kissing the top of Colin’s head. “You know that whole ‘fasting before bottoming’ thing is a myth anyway.”
Colin rolled his eyes. They ate brunch together, talking about Colin’s latest audition. His career had been surprisingly resilient despite all of the press coverage and the presidential pardon he’d received. If anything, the notoriety had made him an even hotter commodity. He was up for several prominent film roles, and his agent had miraculously agreed to continue representing him.
Colin tried to distract Zach by asking him questions about his new art showing next month at Murmurs in Downtown LA. Zach saw straight through his line of questioning, however, and ushered him off to the bedroom to get ready while he cleaned up.
After he’d finished cleaning the dishes, Zach plopped down on the couch and looked around the apartment. He was still getting used to the new place, having moved into Colin’s old apartment the night before. As he looked around the room at the different pieces of Colin’s life, it struck him how much more there was that he wanted to know about his boyfriend.
No matter. They had all the time in the world.
His phone buzzed. “Get in here and fuck me,” read the text.
Zach grinned, then jumped to his feet and sauntered over to the bedroom. He walked in to find Colin laying on the bed, naked.
Fuck. The sight of his naked boyfriend got Zach boned up immediately. Colin was practically carved out of marble. Zach couldn’t believe he was actually going to get to fuck him.
Zach had to stifle a laugh as a sudden thought came to him—imagine what he would have said if you had told him four years ago that he would be fucking Jason Middleton up the ass?
“Now that’s what I like to see,” said Zach as he knelt onto the bed. “Get on your stomach.”
Colin flipped over, burying his head in the pillow and groaning.
“Hey,” said Zach, leaning his head down to Colin’s. Colin turned to look at him. “This is gonna feel good, I promise. Do you trust me?”
Colin nodded. “Of course I do.”
Zach kissed him. “I’ll go slow, I promise,” he said as he slid down to look at Colin’s bare ass, presented to him like a prize display. They were like two globes, perfectly muscular and soft. Zach grabbed them in his hands and squeezed them, then pulled them apart to expose the tight pink hole within. He stuck out his tongue and began gently lapping at Colin’s hole.
“Oh fuck…” Colin moaned.
Zach continued kissing and licking Colin’s hole, his tongue working its way inside. He rubbed his beard all around the outside of Colin’s hole, making him squirm underneath him. After a minute of teasing Colin with his tongue, he reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube off the nightstand.
“You’re not gonna fuck me already?” asked Colin warily.
“Not yet, baby. I’m just gonna open you up first,” said Zach, kissing Colin’s ass cheek. He coated his finger with the lubricant before gently tapping Colin’s hole.
Colin inhaled sharply as he felt Zach push his finger in slowly, gently expanding his hole. He gripped the sheets tightly, then loosened his grip once Zach was all the way in. He began to relax the more that Zach worked his way in and out. He could feel himself loosening up, as Zach’s finger became less and less uncomfortable.
He jumped as he felt Zach slip two fingers inside him.
“Just breathe, baby,” said Zach.
Colin took a few deep breaths as Zach continued to finger him. While this was a strange and intensely vulnerable sensation unlike anything he’d ever felt before, it was becoming more and more bearable as time went on. By the time Zach added a third finger, Colin moaned, “Oh God, just FUCK me already.”
Zach kissed him on the shoulder, then grabbed the lube again and lubed them both up. Colin moaned when he felt Zach’s hand applying lube to his cock. His heart jumped as he felt Zach’s cock against his hole. Remembering what Zach had said, he took a deep breath as Zach invaded him.
“Ohhhhhh…” moaned Colin as he felt Zach push further inside him. Zach was stroking Colin’s cock at the same time, helping to distract him from the discomfort.
“Push back against me, baby,” said Zach. “That’s it, that’s it… oh fuck, Colin. You’re so fucking tight.”
“That’s because I’ve never had a dick up there before!”
“How does it feel?” asked Zach.
Colin sighed. “...Weird. Not awful. But definitely terrifying.”
Zach smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” He pushed in deeper, making sure to stroke Colin’s cock the whole time. Fuck, Colin’s ass felt so warm around his dick. Zach definitely preferred to bottom, no doubt about that, but that just made the times that he did top feel that much hotter.
He pushed his cock further in until his pubes were brushing up against Colin’s ass. He leaned in and whispered, “You did it, baby! I’m so proud of you. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“I mean, it wasn’t easy,” grumbled Colin.
“Feels good though, doesn’t it?”
“...Just fuck me, dumbass.”
Zach laughed. “Happy to oblige.” He wrapped his right arm around Colin, holding him close as he stroked him with his left hand. He slowly thrust in and out of him, their bodies feeling warm and sweaty against each other despite the cool temperature of the room.
Colin began to moan underneath Zach, pushing his ass back to meet Zach’s thrusts. Zach was still trying to fuck Colin and stroke him at the same time when Colin slapped his hand away and said gruffly, “Just pound me.”
Zach wrapped his arms around Colin and slammed his hips against him, fucking him harder. He got rougher and rougher as he went along, no longer holding back now that Colin was fully into it. They both moaned as Zach fucked Colin’s ass, his hard cock mercilessly pounding Colin’s virgin hole.
Colin lost himself in a haze of lust, his body enjoying the prostate stimulation despite the strangeness of being fucked. He relaxed his mind and his body, allowing himself to enjoy the feeling of Zach’s dick in his ass. He reached down and rubbed the head of his cock in the palm of his hand, providing the perfect balance of stimulation to both penis and prostate.
“I could get used to this,” thought Colin. “Not that I’m EVER telling Zach that.”
Zach was moaning loudly at this point, unable to hold back for long with the tightness of Colin’s hole. “I’m getting close,” he said breathlessly. “Where do you want me to cum?”
“Just breed me,” moaned Colin.
“Yeah?” said Zach as he picked up the pace of his thrusts.
“In for a penny, in for a pound, right?”
Zach grabbed Colin’s ass cheeks and held them tightly, keeping Colin’s ass steady as he fucked him. He quickly went tumbling over the edge, his cock shooting its seed into his boyfriend’s virgin ass as he cried out. He slammed his hips against Colin’s ass one, two, three times before collapsing against him, exhausted from the effort.
Colin was still stroking himself as his boyfriend filled him with cum, growing close to his own orgasm. His breathing became stilted as he grunted and shot on the bed underneath him.
The two boys lay there for a moment, their bodies still joined. Zach ran his fingers along Colin’s arm, kissing him softly on the neck. Colin turned his head to look at Zach.
“So?” asked Zach nervously. “Did you like it?”
Colin smiled slowly, then nodded. “It was fucking intense,” he laughed.
Zach pecked him on the lips, then rolled off of him to lay down next to him.. “See! I told you you’d like it.”
“I wouldn’t wanna do it every day,” said Colin, laying on his side and running his fingers through Zach’s beard.
“Only on Christian holidays,” said Zach, winking.
“But I can see the appeal.”
“Good. I wanted you to like it. I mean, I wanted to fuck you regardless, but I really was hoping you’d enjoy it.”
Colin rolled his eyes, then smiled. “You know I would do anything for you, baby. And not just because of everything that happened. I know that I’ve still got a ways to go to make it up to you. I would do anything for you because I love you and I want you to be happy.”
“I am happy,” Zach said softly. “But I don’t need you to do whatever I say out of guilt, or as penance, or whatever you think you owe me. All I need is for you to be honest with me, always. No matter what.”
Colin grinned, a movie star smile if there ever was one. “I promise to always be honest with you, Zachary Nelson.”
He was still running his fingers through Zach’s beard. Zach grabbed his fingers and kissed them. “Then that’s enough for me.”
And it really was.
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