Danny was so, so fucked up. The night was young, and he was already drunk. Not dead drunk, since he believed he had quite a good tolerance to alcohol, but enough to experience more than a little buzz.
It was, after all, the only way he could function lately. Unwind or whatever. He stared at the bottom of the glass, wishing he could jump in it and drown.
“I’ll be right back,” he told his companion and walked toward the bathroom. Their business associates would be there shortly, and he needed to splash some water on his face. Maybe practice his winning smile in the restaurant’s bathroom mirror.
At 25, he was pretty much a catch. He was on the right path to inherit a fortune and had all the privilege granted by the most elitist education one could get. He caught his face in the mirror and rubbed one hand over it. His eyes were bloodshot. Good thing they looked so friendly all the time, a hazel brown he had been said to be quite charming. His hair was growing a bit too long. He brushed his hands through it, pushing it away from his forehead. People called him handsome. He didn’t care.
Women called him good looking and a charmer. He had the best smile, they said. He didn’t care, either. Good genes were responsible for that. His mother, a trophy wife in her own right, had passed on full kissable lips and an overall pleasing face with high cheekbones and just the right amount of softness to make him look unmenacing to other males.
His father called him baby-faced and weak. He did care about that. And it was, maybe, why he drank so much lately. Daddy set the bar quite high these days.
Someone walked into the bathroom, and Danny paid no attention at first, too lost in his thoughts.
“Rough night?” a raspy voice called from his right.
He turned slightly. The first thing he noticed was the leather jacket, worn and smelling of the road. Such an unusual sight in a place catering to businessmen and high class whores. Danny wasn’t sure to which category he belonged. Daddy would probably set him straight if he knew.
The second thing he noticed was the short stubble covering a manly face. And then the eyes, steely and blue. The stranger wasn’t smiling. The look in his eyes was enough to give Danny chills.
The guy was almost one head taller, so Danny had to tilt his head back a little, especially since the stranger was invading his space. His hair and eyes were dark, which made his eyes look hypnotic and a bit out of place on that face. He could be in his early 30s or even younger.
Danny fought the impulse to step back. “Not yet. But it will be,” he offered with a strained smile.
“Looking for fun?” The stranger moved closer, and Danny inhaled the smell of worn leather and cigarettes. And freedom.
Was the guy trying to peddle drugs to him now?
Danny snorted. “No. I have a business dinner which is about to start. And I only drink the occasional glass,” he added, for no reason at all.
The stranger’s face wrinkled with a smile. “I was talking about a different kind of fun.”
This time, Danny stepped back. Even drunk, he could sense danger. He shivered and moved away. “Yeah, not interested,” he said on the way out, waving at the man.
~~~
Ace watched the rich cocksucker walking out on him. He was there on business, too, but that didn’t mean he would pass on some good old fun if he could help it. He checked his watch. Yeah, there was still time to kill.
Maybe he would rub one off at the expense of that piece of tail that had just escaped through his fingers. Ace took pride in being able of sniffing cocksuckers from one look. This one reeked of want. Want to get down on his knees and blow a guy like him.
Too bad he had a stick up his ass. Ace threw a look at himself in the mirror. Maybe he had scared the little cocksucker, but it wasn’t like he had time for courtship. Or any interest in doing that.
Yeah, too bad he didn’t have time to teach that trust fund baby what real fun looked like. How would that pretty face look with tears streaking his cheeks and a mouth choke full of cock? Ace rubbed his crotch. He would look perfect. His friends thought he was picky when it came to the dudes he fucked, and for good reasons. His cock deserved only the best, and he enjoyed breaking rich kids looking for fun and sending them home to their daddies with their holes filled with cum.
He tsked and shook his head. He had a business to run, too. With steady hands, he took the black balaclava from his pocket and pulled it over his face.
~~~
Danny’s smile strained as the fucker in front of him continued to boast about his financials. Who gave a fuck? He was there to close the deal, not listen to this moron. He downed another glass of bourbon and grimaced at the burn.
A short scream stopped the humdrum of their conversation. Then, the sound of glass breaking pierced the air.
And then, a shot. Danny felt his blood rushing to his feet and froze on the spot. In slow motion, he registered the people around either throwing themselves to the ground or rushing towards the exit.
And he couldn’t move. Couldn’t look.
Someone grabbed his shoulder and the smell of worn leather and gun smoke hit his nostrils.
“You’re coming with me.”
Danny raised his eyes to meet steely blues from under a mask. “No,” he whispered, but the power to struggle was gone from him.
~~~
Ace had no time to waste. He had acted on a whim, but he didn’t give a damn. No one stood in his way, as he dragged his hostage to the car he had parked in a back alley. Soon, the sirens would start wailing, but now, he still had time.
The fat fuck had plenty of lead in his belly now, so Ace’s employer would be happy. Mission done, and he was even about to enjoy a bonus. He grinned as he stared at the guy next to him.
“What are you doing? Where are you taking me?” came the mumbled protests.
Ace pressed his gun against the back of the guy’s head. The pretty boy was struggling to open the door. “Play nice, and you’ll be fine. Daddy will have you back home in one piece.”
And fucked all right. But he wouldn’t scare the pretty cocksucker just yet. He revved the engine, and they got lost in the maze of the city.
~~~
Danny was suddenly awake. His heart and mind were racing, incapable of processing what was going on. He needed to reason with this guy, or he might end up dead in a ditch.
“Hey,” he called meekly, hating the tremor in his voice, “I didn’t see your face or anything. Just let me go and I won’t tell the police a thing about you.”
The man laughed. “I got plans for you, cocksucker.”
The insult was a slap in the face. Danny recoiled. He had never done that, thought about it, yeah, but never acted on it. And even though the criminal behind the wheel must have just thrown a random word at him, he felt it like he was being exposed to the world for wanting that.
“What’s your name?”
“W-what?” Danny stammered.
“Your name. Do you want me to call you cocksucker?”
“It’s Danny,” he replied and cursed himself. What was he doing, telling his real name?
“I’m Ace.”
“I don’t want to know your name!”
The man laughed and took off his mask. Danny winced. He wasn’t surprised, after all, but he needed to look away. He covered his face. “I don’t want to know how you look like!”
“Too bad. You already know. And yes, you’re not going to tell the police anything. Not once I’m done with you.”
Danny began to shake uncontrollably. “Please, I have money. I can give you a lot. My father -”
“Don’t bring daddy into this conversation just yet,” Ace said. “I don’t want money from you.”
“What do you want?” Danny asked, tears at the corners of his eyes.
“You’ll see. Ah, don’t be so scared. Your mouth and ass will do.”
Danny thought his ears were playing tricks on him. It couldn’t be, right? Why? Did he give off that vibe, even though he had never done anything like it?
“We’re here.” Ace cut the engine and climbed out of the car.
Then he pulled Danny out like he was some toy.
~~~
Playing with this rich boy would be fun. Ace grinned as he looked at Danny. He was trembling in his shoes, and he had not even been touched yet.
He pushed him through the door to his hideout, a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. Even if Danny wanted to lead the police there, he wouldn’t find a trace of him the next day.
“Strip,” he ordered as he pushed Danny toward the matress thrown in a corner.
“No,” came the soft protest.
Ace grinned. “Aren’t you a bit too old to have to be undressed by someone else? How old are you, anyway?”
“None of your business.”
Ah, so there was a bit of fire in him. Ace liked that. A little bit of struggle made it all better. He efortlessly grabbed the guy and pulled his wallet out of his pocket. “Daniel Finnagan. Hmm, 25? Strip, Daniel. Don’t make me say it twice.”
Ace gestured with his gun, and that seemed to have the desired effect. Danny began undressing with frantic gestures. “Just don’t kill me, please.”
Like he would do that to a fine piece of tail like that. He whistled as the man’s milky white body emerged from his conservative business suit. Danny smelled of sweat and fear, and Ace got hard.
He liked the lithe body type. The easier to subdue, the better. Danny looked younger and kept in perfect shape. Smooth body, the build of a swimmer. Ace wondered if he even waxed his crack. “Turn and spread your butt cheeks.”
“No,” came the protest.
“Do I really have to point my gun at you each time I want something? Be a good boy, Danny. Just indulge me.”
~~~
Danny could barely keep from running away screaming, but he did as told. Only earlier tonight, that man had killed someone in cold blood. Another victim would mean nothing to him.
He gasped as rough fingers probed his asshole.
“Do you wax your ass for your boyfriend?” Ace asked. “How come you’re so smooth down here?”
“No,” Danny replied while his voice caught. “I... I’m not gay.”
His denial was met with a snort. “Do you really want me to believe that? You’re all prepped up for getting dicked on the regular.”
Danny didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. In his family, being perfectly groomed was a directive, not a choice. Ever since he had grown body hair, he had been put through that every month. He had never stopped to wonder why even his asshole had to be waxed. But of course, men who bottomed most probably did the same.
“It’s not like that,” he said defensively.
Ace hummed as he fingered his ass. Danny whimpered, incapable of keeping in his reactions. The man’s fingers were rough, but enough to send small shocks of pleasure from his ass up his spine.
“No? How is it then? Daddy likes his litle boy clean?”
Something like that, but Danny didn’t want to expose himself to more humiliation. “Just my girlfriend,” he lied.
A snort followed. Then, a slap on his ass. “Let’s get outside. I have to clean you up.”
Danny didn’t like the sound of that. What was that supposed to mean?
~~~
He was forced on all fours, out on the grass. They were far from the city, and he doubted anyone would hear him scream. And all this time, he couldn’t help feeling... things.
“It’s going to be a little fizzy, but it’s the best I can do under the circs,” Ace said.
Danny gasped as something cold was pushed through the ring of his asshole. He was forced to lift his butt, as something poured inside him. The pressure in his bowels was getting hard to bear.
“Hey, don’t wiggle so much. I don’t want to waste another beer on you. It’s my favorite brand.” The verbal teasing was followed by laughter. He grunted as Ace felt his lower belly. “We’ll get you nice and clean right away. Ah, damn, your ass looks so fine, you little faggot.”
“Please, just take it out,” Danny keened.
He was so full he would burst.
Ace just laughed and pulled him to an upright position, the beer bottle still lodged in his ass. He kissed him roughly, forcing his tongue inside and biting Danny’s lips. His lower belly ignited with something else.
“Please, please,” he begged. “I cannot...”
“Yes, you can,” Ace said and caressed his face. He stood up and opened his fly. “Suck me off. As soon as I fill your mouth, I’ll take the bottle out of your ass. Now get to work.”
Danny whimpered helplessly while he was manhandled and made to take the man’s cock in his mouth. The smell made him dizzy. All those times he had fantasized about something like this, and now it was happening! Like this, with some fucked up criminal. He gagged at first, and Ace pulled out a bit.
“You watch those teeth, so I can fuck your mouth.”
“Don’t, please, I’ll die,” Danny whispered. The bottle in his ass was poking at his insides and he could barely sit.
“Hush, hush, you won’t. Open wide. It’s my first spurt, so it won’t take forever.”
~~~
Ace’s only regret was that he couldn’t see the little cocksucker’s face in the faint outside light. He could tell, though, that Danny was holding his belly, and that he was already crying. At 25, he was still such a crier. Ace would toughen him up a little tonight.
He’d forced his throat later. Now, he wanted to fuck that round ass. So, he grabbed his cock and began pumping it, pushing only the head through the fat lips. “Don’t miss a drop, okay? I’ll add another bottle if you do,” he joked.
The cocksucker was really making him horny. Ace was always ready to go, but this time, the force of his spurt surprised him. He grabbed Danny’s head quickly and pumped inside his throat, forgetting about his earlier promise. The guy choked and squirmed, but Ace kept him there until all the juice from his balls was in Danny’s stomach.
If it was true he was no cocksucker, he was now. Ace wasted no more time. He removed the beer bottle and held Danny as he pushed out everywhere with small grunts and moans. Then he pulled him to his feet and back inside.
The guy was trembling and his eyes were red. A bit of spit and cum was hanging on his lips. He looked good like that, stripped of his business suit and all his privileges. Ace liked him even more now.
~~~
Danny felt weak and incapable of even walking on his own. He let himself pushed on the mattress and have his legs lifted. He was only vaguely conscious of having his hole exposed to hungry eyes.
“Don’t faint on me.” Ace slapped him gently on the cheek. “Is this really your first cock?”
Danny nodded slowly, his eyelids heavy.
“Good, that’s good.”
He winced at the sensation of something cold being spread over his hole, but didn’t have time to protest as soon something else was being pressed inside him. With the last drop of strength he had, he tried to get away, but Ace kept him down and pushed his cock in.
Danny cried out, but Ace covered him with his body. “Hush, hush, just relax, we’re getting there. You have a tight ass, it’s all.”
Ace was caressing his hair, and Danny found himself holding on to him, in fear of collapsing in himself. The pain was real, but fainter now, and when the hard body on top of him began to move, his whimpers turned into soft moans.
“See?” Ace teased him. “You’re taking to it like a natural. You were made to take cock, you pretty cocksucker.”
Danny squeezed his eyes shut, incapable of stopping his throat from making those sounds. Ace kissed his neck and pumped hard and fast into his hole. He was nothing but a cocksleeve, someone to be used, and the humiliation was only adding fuel to the fire. He was spreading his legs to allow Ace to get in more.
“You fucking sweet whore,” Ace praised him as he grunted and moved his hips, slamming inside over and over again. “Daddy never had your sweet hole?”
“What are you saying?” Danny whispered. “My father would never -”
“Too bad. More left for me. How’s your first cock, little faggot?”
Danny turned his face away, but his chin was grabbed roughly.
“Look at me.”
He forced his eyes open. Ace was scary, with his steely blue eyes lit from inside, but Danny moaned as his hole was pounded. He could feel the other’s balls against his ass with each thrust.
“It hurts,” he pleaded softly.
“No, it doesn’t. Just look at your prick.”
Danny jolted as Ace grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off. “No, please.” The tears were flowing freely down his cheeks.
“No? The little slut inside you wants to come only from my cock in your ass?”
“No,” Danny denied, although the pleasure in his lower belly was only growing.
Ace put a hand above his cock and pressed. “I’m here, inside you,” he whispered. “You’re taking me so nicely. Fuck, take it.”
“No, please, not inside,” he begged.
“I’m clean, don’t worry,” Ace said. “The system made sure.”
What could that mean? Was Ace an escaped convict?
“And I only fuck sweet little faggots like you who never got a proper cock. Your hole squeezes me so tightly. Do you want my jizz? Want my babies inside you?”
The dirty talk only made it worse. Danny keened as his cock began shooting.
Ace laughed. “Look at you squirting. Do you want me to breed you? Is that it?”
Danny just moaned shamelessly as the climax shook him. Ace moved faster and pushed inside hard, growling and praising his hole.
“Fuck, I filled you good.”
Danny lay there, breathless, sweaty, and humiliated. He protested meekly as he was turned on his belly and mounted again. How could that asshole be ready to go again so fast?
“I’ll fuck you all night,” Ace promised. “I’m a little pent up, gotta say. And I don’t come across sweet cocksuckers like you all the time.”
It was useless to fight. Danny buried his face in his hands as Ace began fucking him again.
~~~
Ace was surprised at how supple and smooth Danny’s unused hole was. He almost couldn’t believe the faggot hadn’t gotten dicked before, but he had met guys like that, so he knew it to be true. Danny was just discovering his vocation as a whore made for taking cock in all available holes, and he was damn good at it.
It was his fourth time, and his balls still worked in overtime. Danny was a mess. His dark blond hair stuck to his forehead, his cheeks were wet with tears, and he was sweaty all over. Ace liked his smell, too. Clean and rich, like him. If only he had the time, he would lick him all over.
But morning was coming fast. Ace moved slowly in and out the used hole, enjoying the slushy sounds his cock made as it dived inside. Danny was so full now he would look pregnant if he didn’t douche.
Nah. The lithe body looked just as fine as before. The cocksucker had come, too, even more times than Ace, and that had to count for something.
He was taking Danny on his back again, so his eyes were closed. Those pretty eyes. Ace kissed his face and took his time. “It’s my last spurt this time around, ‘cause I gotta hit the road, baby,” he cooed.
Danny just whimpered. He was done for, all spent and fucked, and he looked so nice. Ace grabbed his phone and began snapping pictures.
“What are you doing?” Danny asked. His voice was ragged and breathless.
“Just a little memento ‘cause you’re a damn good fuck, Danny boy. Look at your little hole taking my cock like a champ.”
Ace moved his hips as he began filming. Yeah, he would jerk off to that later.
~~~
His backside was on fire and there was cum pouring from his ass.
“Dress up. I’m done with you.”
He moved like he was drunk, although the alcohol in his system had been scared out of him the moment he had been kidnapped. Ace had to help him get inside his pants and even tied his shoes. He was drunk on something else now.
The man brushed one rough finger over his lips, and Danny moved his head to chase that strange caress. Was he turning into a severe case of Stockholm syndrome? Because that would be so fucked up.
“Gotta tell you,” Ace drawled, “it’s been a while since I had someone as good as you.”
Danny surprised even himself. At first, he didn’t even know what that sound was. But… he was laughing. He was freaking laughing.
Ace chuckled. “You’re so fucked,” he said slowly and caressed Danny’s cheeks some more. “I’ll drop you to a motel. Get a shower, eat something, and think up of a lie when you get back home. I’m sure you’re going to come up with something good.”
Danny exhaled, forcing himself to stop laughing. “What makes you think that?” His voice was hoarse from so much crying, screaming, moaning, and grunting.
Ace’s eyes were intense, and fire still burned in them. “You look like a smart guy to me.”
Smart guy. No more cocksucker, whore, and any other name he had been called all night long, making him come like a hose. Was he a sucker for humiliation, after all?
“Yeah. ‘Cause smart guys get themselves kidnapped and fucked by criminals like you.”
Shit. It must have been the wrong thing to say. But he was good at saying the wrong things. Nothing new there.
But Ace relaxed and gave him a playful kiss on the lips. “Come on now. Daddy must be worried.”
Danny straightened up. Yeah. His father would have his head for this. So, indeed, he needed to come up with a good lie.
THE END
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The continuation is called Shotgun Shine and is all about how Danny gets himself in a dangerous situation only to be saved by Ace and fucked into the next day.
