Dayton coughed from the sudden onslaught of air filling his lungs and licked the drool off his lips, slightly spaced out after the brutal onslaught on his mouth. His body floated with the pleasure of the torment, shaky and light even as he kneeled at Max’s feet with dampness soaking through his jeans. “I l-love it,” he whispered. “Give me more. Please, let me drink from your cock.”

  But the cruel smile on Max’s lips told him what was about to happen before Max even said a word. “No. I’ll be having your ass, you dumb slut. You think you can lure me here and only offer a blowjob? Tough luck.” He pulled on Dayton’s arm, forcing him to get up, but Dayton pulled out of his grip. Frantic, he rolled over the moss and got up, ready to dash forward despite his jeans hanging dangerously low.

  His head was filled with fantasies of rough hands grabbing at him, of Max’s scent filling his senses, the cock pushing into his body with no mercy at all. But he needed to get away first to be caught.

  His pathetic run with his pants falling lower only lasted a few steps before Max tackled him to the soft moss. Despite Max playing the angry john, he still held Dayton’s head as they fell, which made safety and fear combine into a seamless experience.

  “Where do you think you’re going, huh? I will fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to sell it ever again!” His hot breath tickled Dayton’s ear, and his weight was the sweetest torture as it pushed Dayton into the moss and fallen leaves. Max’s saliva-dampened cock was already settling between Dayton’s buttocks, sending him into arousal overload.

  “No. No, no, no, please don’t. Not that,” whimpered Dayton, shuddering—whether from arousal or the cool touch of damp moss against his cock—he had no idea. His mind was on high alert, noticing every stimulation, even when Max climbed on top and settled his weight on him. But despite the begging, he couldn’t help but open his thighs a little bit wider, wordlessly asking for no mercy at all.

  “I will,” Max whispered into Dayton’s ear, slowly stirring his hips, as if to keep Dayton aware of the cock throbbing with heat between his buttocks. “And you will beg me for it if you want to live. Show me how you ask for a cock up your ass. I bet it will hurt too, with that hole so tight.”

  “No, please. I don’t do that. I can’t. Please, don’t do this,” cried Dayton, squeezing his buttocks so hard Max’s cock slid from between them and rested on top of the crack. The bad boy in him wanted to know how far he could aggravate his new lover. He wanted Max’s character angry and merciless.

  Max slid one of his hands to Dayton’s neck, and with the other, he yanked Dayton’s pants and underwear lower. “Open up that ass, whore,” Max hissed at him and forced him to spread his legs wider with his knee as slick fingers slipped between the clenched buttocks without hesitation. This man knew exactly what he wanted, and he’d take it whether Dayton was offering or not. “I wanted to be nice and pay. But no, you had to make it hard for me. I’ll be creaming your ass in a minute, and you’ll regret you didn’t let me be nice about it.”

  Dayton was shocked to sense tears streaming down his cheeks, but he swallowed against the hand holding on to his throat and sobbed. “P-please. At least use a c-condom,” he uttered, not even trying to wiggle away from such strong hands anymore. The fingers left a smear of cold lube between his buttocks, and he supposed it would be the only preparation he’d get.

  The short chuckle was all the answer he got from Max to his pleading. “Not a way in hell. I’ll come deep in your asshole, and I’ll keep my cock in there until you milk me dry. You’ll feel my spunk for days.”

  Dayton yelped when Max licked the side of his face, but the hand squeezing around his throat made him shut up. Tense as a string, he simply resigned himself to his fate. The tears were still falling, and his cock was so hard he was afraid he’d come too soon and spoil the fun of it all. It kept rubbing against the moss, and Max pushed Dayton’s face down as well. Usually, Dayton hated getting dirty, yet now he invited it with open arms, uncaring if his face was getting muddy, or if he’d get his jeans stained. It would only add to his utter sexual destruction.

  Dayton didn’t dare move when Max pulled up for a moment, and he realized why Max was doing it when he pulled Dayton’s buttocks apart, exposing him to the chilly air.

  “Yess,” Max hissed. “Nice and tender little hole. Just the way I like it. Beg for my cock, bitch, or it’s gonna hurt,” he said, and slid his cockhead up and down Dayton’s crack.

  Dayton raised his feet off the ground, shocked by how real it all felt and how scared he was despite this scene being the embodiment of his sexual dreams. “N-no, don’t hurt me, please,” he sobbed, shaking all over.

  “Your choice,” Max growled at him and pushed his slick cock right past Dayton’s sphincter in one sharp thrust. As soon as he did that, he rested his whole weight on top of Dayton again, reminding him of how trapped he was with his hands cuffed, pants pulled down, legs spread, and no way to fight against the thick cock using his open body in any way it pleased. “Go on, wriggle if you want, it will only tease my cock more.” Max bit on Dayton’s ear as he pushed his cock in farther with another thrust.

  Dayton cried and hunched his shoulders, opening his legs wider to accept the rough invasion of his body. “Don’t... I can’t... please, I’ll do anything you want,” he uttered, all hot and bothered on the inside. The friction felt amazing with the thick girth stretching him wide and pushing almost impossibly deep inside his body. And not being able to breathe properly with Max’s weight resting on his back somehow only made the whole experience more exhilarating.

  “You’re nothing to me,” Max whispered. “All you are is a fuck-bag for my cum.” The shiver these words sent down to Dayton’s balls made him tear up again. He was the Dayton who had just had a self-worth epiphany today, yet something about the degradation made his cock leak from the excitement. And to make it even better, Max wasn’t easing him into it anymore. The slow pace became an all-out fuck that forced ragged moans out of Dayton’s lips.

  “Maybe I’ll keep you,” Max kept seeping the sweet poison into Dayton’s ear. “Use you until you stop being so tight. I bet in a year or two you’d learn respect. I have a cabin in the woods. I’d come down to the basement every day to feed you my cum.”

  Dayton moaned, thrashing between Max and the safety of the ground, his body trembling with the sudden rush of arousal that pumped his dick even without touch. In his mind, he was lying on a bare mattress, naked under a thin blanket. Max would have kept him in the dark, so that Dayton would associate any relief at all with his presence and the attention of his cock.

  Maybe Max would have some friends who’d like to fuck his captive as well? They would be merciless with him. He’d go to sleep covered with spunk, not allowed to clean himself up until morning.

  The burning friction in Dayton’s ass teased at his balls, and he clenched his buttocks, so close to coming he could barely restrain himself.

  “Yeah, I’ll keep you. This hole is too fucking good to leave it unused,” Max rasped, and the way he stabbed his dick in became only more ferocious. “You ready for my cum? I’ll watch it drip out of your ass afterward.” This time, his teeth went lower, to Dayton’s nape, but it was hard to focus on the bite when another sensation pulled at his attention. Max slid his hand under Dayton’s T-shirt, and the cold, wet touch made Dayton moan even louder when it got to his nipple.

  Tipped over the edge, he fell straight into the heat of orgasm, shaking violently. His ass tightened so rapidly it almost felt like it wanted to rip off Max’s cock, but the thick prick never stopped moving, violating Dayton with each hard thrust.

  “Ha! You’re a greedy little slut after all.” Max’s thrusts became harsh and irregular. Dayton had felt them become like this enough times to know that Max would be coming any second.

  Dayton’s brain was mush, and all he could think about anymore was Max’s dick and the cum it would be pumping into him. His own orgasm was much longer than usual, the shudders of it still going through his body, as if it didn’t want to let go until Max came too.

  The moans at his nape and Max stilling with his cock throbbing and embedded in Dayton’s ass balls-deep were all Dayton needed to know.

  He arched, almost lifting Max on his back, and smiled, so pumped out he felt like never getting up again. He liked to imagine Max’s cum flooding his hole with warmth, but he didn’t feel much beyond the already thick, hot, amazing cock still embedded inside him. He didn’t remember the last time when he’d felt so completely relaxed. As long as he had Max with him, he was untouchable, even by the demons in his own head.

  “Milked me dry…” Max murmured and pulled his cock out all too soon, leaving Dayton’s hole longing for the thick girth of his dick. Only as Max got up did Dayton slowly become aware of his surroundings again. Of the crinkling leaves, the soft moss, and the chilly air on his now exposed ass and thighs. “Here’s your tip,” Max said and placed the twenty Dayton had thrown at him before right by his face.

  Dayton moaned softly and leaned in, nuzzling Max’s fingers, but he was still floating in the clouds. His hole felt raw, and he closed his thighs slowly, but if Max wanted to do this again right away, his legs would open without prompting.

  Even with his face in the moss, Dayton could sense Max’s gaze trailing over his body, and the appreciation of it made him relax further.

  “You’ll make a pretty picture in my basement,” Max said in a languid manner. The click of a lighter came as a surprise, because Dayton had only seen Max smoke once.

  Dayton looked back, and eventually rolled over to his back, too weak to sit up just yet.

  Max took a big drag of smoke and watched Dayton for a long time, ogling him from his face to his dick. His eyelids lowered a bit, and it gave Max a softer look. “You’re so fucking hot I don’t wanna uncuff you.” He smiled, and there was no need for a safeword to understand that the game was finished.

  Dayton laughed, completely carefree. Unable to use his hands, he hooked one foot over Max’s hip and tried to pull him in. “It feels nice. Like I’m... contained.”

  Max chuckled and got down to the ground with his cigarette. “You look delicious.” He glanced down to Dayton’s cock and exposed stomach. “Like a glazed donut. All drizzled in goodness.”

  Dayton didn’t even wait for a cue and rolled closer to Max, pressing his body against his chest. Torn out of the fake reality of the abduction, he felt like he was slightly hungover from the experience and longed for Max’s stable arms around him. “It was... amazing. I’ve never come like that.”

  Max put out the half-finished cigarette and pulled Dayton in for a tight hug. “This is the first time you’ve admitted to me in person just how much you love this stuff,” he murmured, and it only now hit Dayton that Max was right. From the moment Max had crashed into his life, Dayton had tried to play it safe, avoided straight answers, or flat-out lied about the things he wanted.

  He exhaled, safe and content in Max’s arms. They were in their little world, and no one else could see or touch them. “You needed to pull back all my outer layers first.”

  “No, babe. I put in the work, but it’s you who opened up.” Max kissed Dayton’s lips.

  Dayton leaned in almost desperately, longing for all the kind words and recognition now that he’d willingly let Max brutalize him. It was the sweetest contrast he could imagine. “Maybe. I just... I don’t know. It wasn’t that difficult, because you are such an amazing person.”

  Max’s smile got wider. “I want you to feel safe with me. It turns me on. Makes me feel like I have a purpose.”

  Dayton grinned and nuzzled Max’s nose, so happy his chest could barely contain it. “You do. I know that you will never let me fall. You control everything. I can just let go when I’m with you, and the scene was so hot I just wanted to push you further and further.”

  Max chuckled and cozied up in the embrace. “Naughty. But I loved it too. I like it when I have to fight for it.” But his face got more serious. “But I promise I will always keep you safe. I don’t have much, but as long as we have each other, we’ll manage. It’s not all on your shoulders, okay?”

  “Yes. We can make it somehow,” Dayton said, closing his eyes as his body started getting more and more hazy. He wished the car weren’t so far away, but the cold moss would have to do for now.

  For the first time since he could remember, he truly believed everything would work out.

  Chapter 13

  Two weeks of living in a tiny motel room had Dayton’s anxiety at a high level, but Max’s assurances that Dayton shouldn’t worry and to just look for a job in Florida, where they wanted to move, made life easier to bear. They barely made ends meet, but Max had found a job at a bakery in a town not far away, so with the motel being extremely cheap, they managed to stay afloat. No matter how much Dayton thanked Max, he was certain Max didn’t understand just what a relief it was for him to not have to look for a job here, where most people would have seen the photo.

  Instead, he applied for various jobs in Florida while Max tried to earn them as much cash as he could. It was a far-fetched plan to go all the way across the country in search of luck, but for the first time in his life, Dayton was ready to take that risk. If not now, then when would the time have been better?

  Used to getting up pretty early, he took care of their breakfast, as he didn’t want to miss out on time with Max before his lover went to work. They usually had eggs or oats or something easy of the sort he could make on the tiny hot plate in their room, and Max was off while Dayton made calls over Skype, wrote emails, and scouted all kinds of websites listing available positions. There was some interest already, and although Dayton was telling himself not to get overconfident, he was becoming increasingly hopeful when thinking about the future.

  The amazing sex and the intimacy he shared with Max, unparalleled to anything he’d ever had with any of his past boyfriends, might have had something to do with the boost of confidence that allowed him to spread his wings at numerous online interviews.

  He woke up before his alarm, so he switched it off, to not rouse Max out of bed before his time, and slipped outside as soon as he dressed.

  Sadly, their nosy neighbor Tanya was also headed for the cluster of vending machines in the corridor where Dayton liked getting nicer coffee to treat Max.

  “Blasted thing won’t work!” She growled and slammed her hand at the machine with snacks, already eying Dayton with the look he knew all too well. There was no escaping it. There would be small talk.

  “I know, right? It’s the second time this week. At least the weather’s decent,” he said, glancing through the windows of the sad hall with naked walls and a carpet that probably remembered the 1980s.

  It was cheap, he reminded himself every time the interiors or the smell became too depressing. Besides, with no cockroaches or bedbugs, he should count them as fortunate at this price point.

  Tanya groaned and slammed the side of the machine again and again. “Sometimes it starts working again when you give it a good shake. What are you up to today?”

  He shrugged and put some coins into the coffee machine. “Oh, you know, the usual. I got some responses to my emails, so hopefully I can get a new job soon. Poor Max needs to get up shortly, so I’m gonna wake him up with something nice,” he said, choosing the option on the machine.

  “Oh? Where does he work? There aren’t many jobs around here, are there?” Tanya sighed loudly. She’d already told Dayton last time that she’d been looking for a job for seven years now. Maybe she should move or lower her expectations.

  “The Collins Bakery,” said Dayton with a smile. Max sometimes brought back products from work, so some of their food bill was covered.

  Tanya nodded, putting both her hands against the plexiglas of the vending machine. “That’s nice of him. Does he do the evening shift or something? Because it’s a bit late for starting work at a bakery. Don’t they get the dough ready at like four in the morning?”

  Dayton stared at her, taken aback. “Oh, yeah... he’s starting a bit late,” he said, increasingly puzzled as his brain slammed him with confirmation. She was right. When he was a kid, they’d gone on a field trip to the Collins Bakery once, and the lady who’d shown them around told them all about the early start of the work there. He knew about this, and yet never even considered doubting Max’s words.

  Then again, maybe Max was doing some kind of job that didn’t require him to come in that early.

  Yet on the other hand, he did claim he worked on preparing the dough. Dayton knew someone who worked the evening shift at the bakery, and they started in the actual evening, not at 8 am.

  Tanya gave Dayton a concerned look. “My ex once told me he was doing overtime in the evening at the local burger joint. Then it turned out it actually involved snorting coke and banging my sister.”

  Dayton opened and closed his mouth, flinching when the coffee machine beeped at him to take his cup. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Because what else could he have said to that?

  Tanya raised her eyebrows. “Just sayin’. If you wanna keep your man, you better be sure he’s not lying.”

  Dayton cleared his throat. “No... he wouldn’t,” he said flatly, but his overactive mind kept asking questions. Why didn’t Max ever smell of yeast or vanilla? He had said he usually worked on the cookies, and Dayton had eaten them numerous times, so he knew how intense their aroma was. Why was Max coming back so late? Why did he never talk about his new co-workers when he was so sociable by nature?

  Dayton was positive Max was not cheating on him, not with the way he always sought out Dayton’s attention as soon as he showered after work, but if not that, then why would he be lying?

  He took the cup and stepped away. “Anyway, I’ll make sure he doesn’t,” he said and awkwardly winked at her.

  “You do that!” Tanya exclaimed, then banged on the vending machine again.

  How should Dayton even approach the questioning to not seem like he didn’t trust Max? He did not want to seem nosy, so what was he to do? Wasn’t everyone allowed to have their secrets?

 

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