"Home sweet home!" Victor impressively unlocked and opened the apartment door with his left hand, all while still firmly gripping my hand with his right.
The journey inside the building, and even riding up the elevator, had all been a blur. I was just so focused on the feeling of Victor's hand, I couldn't think of anything else. Probably because I didn't like it so much. I mean, who would want to hold hands with this guy? It was not only gay, but also gross because his hand was so large and firm and warm and…
What the fuck?!
I silently cursed myself out as Victor dragged me inside, letting the door slam shut behind us.
"Have a seat on the couch, I'll be right back." Victor smiled, finally letting go and leaving me on my own.
As soon as he left the room, I bolted for the door. Victor had taken my backpack with him into the kitchen, but it was fine. I didn't need it.
"Hahahaha, what a moron!" I gripped the golden door handle, swung the door open, and headed out the…
What the fuck?
That's strange… I should be running down the hallway right now, so why was I still in Victor's fancy ass apartment?
Okay, I guess I'll try again.
I grabbed the doorknob, threw the door open, and–
"Huh?"
I opened the door a few more times, but still seemed unable to leave the premises. Feeling pretty pissed off that the door kept tricking me, I decided to resort to violence.
"WAHHH!" I flung an ottoman at the door… it did budge.
I threw a painting at the door… it didn't budge.
Finally, I slammed myself into the door, and it still didn't fucking budge. It was a surprise that Victor hadn't come back to check on his prisoner with all the noise I was making.
Feeling a bit defeated, I decided to look around a bit. I had been so focused on escaping that I hadn't even realized what a nice apartment he had brought me to, if you could even call it that. I swear you could fit at least 10 of my apartments into just the living room, and I shared my place with one other person!
The ceilings were super high, and a large amount of windows allowed for natural light to fill the room. I sat down on the couch that I had originally been instructed to wait on; it was more comfortable than my bed!
Does he live here with anyone?
I kind of wanted to go upstairs and check, but I also didn't want to get off of the comfortable couch. I yawned, feeling a bit exhausted from my foiled escape plot. My eyes even began to flutter shut until–
"What is all of this?!"
The sound of Victor's irritated voice forced my eyes back open.
Shit.
"Oh, uhhh…. That was your cat?" I muttered the pathetic excuse without turning to look at him, worried my face would give away the lie.
"I don't have a cat…"
"Oh! Well, it was your dog then."
I could've easily mistaken a small dog for a cat. What kind of bastard lived in this nice of place and didn't have a pet?
"I don't have a dog either."
"Oh…" I paused. His lack of pets had really thrown a wrench in my plan to avoid all blame for the broken pieces of the ottoman and painting that decorated the entrance of his place. "Do you have a pet?"
"I have a fish." Victor's voice seemed a little warmer than before, though I could have been imagining things.
A fish wasn't an ideal victim to blame a mess on, but I'd give it a shot.
"IT WAS THE FISH!" I screamed and leaped up from the couch, stumbling backwards a bit after realizing that Victor was standing directly behind me, holding two mugs. Hopefully, they weren't to beat me with. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for impact, but it never came.
His shoulders shook like he was angry, but a smile decorated his full lips.
"HA! Haha Hahahaha!"
Well, this was unexpected.
Victor walked around to the front of the couch and set the mugs down on the coffee table in front of us. A few drops of liquid spilt from the side, but he didn't seem to care, instead sitting down on the couch and pulling me down with him.
"Why don't you tell me all about how my arrowana flopped down the stairs and caused all this mess. He draped his across the back of the couch and forced a warm mug into my hands. The liquid inside looked to be some sort of tea.
"Well… ummm." I took a sip of the tea to stall while I thought of a story. Being a genius, I was good at reading people, and though slow, he didn't seem dumb enough to believe that his pet fish liked to destroy furniture.
"You got it." His hand that was once resting on the back of the couch had trailed down to my shoulders and began rubbing. I didn't really like him touching me, but he was surprisingly skillful at massages, so I let it pass.
"You see…" I took a few more sips of tea; it was actually really good.
"Hey! What'd you… uhh." My body swayed a bit, and Victor took the cup out of my hands so I wouldn't spill it.
"Hey! I was drinking… ugh, that."
"Are you feeling okay? Victor kept gently rubbing my back.
"Yeah… I'm just." I yawned.
"Wanna lie down?" He smiled and gestured to his lap.
Looking at him now, he was actually a pretty handsome guy.
"Mmhmm." I buried my face into his muscular thighs. Maybe I'd misjudged the guy; he was actually really nice.
"Night night, Ricky." He murmured, stroking my hair with the hand that wasn't resting on my waist.
Yeah, this is really nice. Darkness flooded my vision, and I let his comforting hand stroke me into a deep sleep.
—--
"Nnn, it's hot." I groaned. I tried to turn over, but something was holding me back.
Still half-asleep, I wiggled trying to get away, but it was futile. For some reason, my sudden movement seemed to cause yet another problem. Something was now poking me right in my butthole.
What the–? I reached down to remove the annoying object. It was really big, and my hand didn't fit completely around it.
I gave it a pull, trying to throw it out of my bed, when a deep moan sounded behind me…
Wait–
My blood turned cold, and the culprit of the uhm thingy whispered in my ear, confirming my worst suspicions. "Keep rubbing it like that, and I'm gonna make you suck it."
"WAHHHH!" I bolted upright in horror. My eyes that were once half-lidded were now completely open. This was not my room, and I wasn't alone either.
The memories of today's earlier events came flooding back. I was verbally and physically assaulted, kidnapped, photographed without my permission, and still managed to peacefully fall asleep on the perpetrator's couch?! What the hell was wrong with me?!
I buried my face in my hands, feeling highly disappointed in myself. "Oh my God… Oh my God… Oh my–"
"EWW!" I jerked my hand away in disgust. I had just made his fat wiener and my face looked like an indirect kiss.
I gripped the collar of Victor's black T-shirt and pulled it. "Shower. I need a shower. I NEED A–"
"Mmngh!"
Victor connected our lips, muffling my frantic voice. I tried to pull away from the connection, but Victor's hand rested on the back of my head, forcing us to stay together. The nerve of this bastard! First holding my hand, and now stealing my first kiss?! When would it end?
"Nngh." His teeth grazed my lower lip, causing me to let out a strange sound. My mouth opened slightly as a response, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside.
Bleh. If Victor hadn't been suctioned to my mouth, I probably would've thrown up. This was seriously disgusting… I'd probably have to cut my own tongue out of my mouth if I ever wanted to feel clean again.
Despite my struggle, his thick tongue was relentless, exploring the inside of my mouth and making sure to attack every crevice. My face felt hot, and it was getting a bit difficult to breathe.
In all of the madness, I somehow ended up lying down, with Victor in between my legs, his tongue still assaulting my mouth. I was letting out so many weird sounds I didn't even know I could make. The whole situation was super embarrassing and was only getting worse by the minute.
Fortunately, my embarrassment didn't linger long, as something else had begun stirring down below. I didn't like kissing Victor or anything, and I didn't like the way he was easily pinning me down underneath him, so why the fuck was my pp getting excited?!
I moaned and thrust my hips forward, accidentally grinding against Victor's thingy. The kissing, Victor's tongue, and the way his hand gripped the back of my hair so possessively were just getting to me for some reason.
If he were a girl, we would definitely be doing it by now.
"Mmn." Moaning into Victor's mouth, thrust my hips up again. I was now shamelessly grinding against his large cock, there was nothing accidental about it. It's not like I could help myself, though, it just felt too good. Maybe Victor would let me stick my wiener in his mouth…
Wait! What the hell am I thinking?!
"Ahh!"
This time Victor thrusted back, rubbing my above-average-sized penis with such force I shuddered. If he kept this up I would probably end up cumming. Greedily, I thrusted back, dying to feel the wonderful sensation that had shaken my senses just seconds ago.
Instead of thrusting again, Victor pulled away from the kiss. A string of saliva connected our lips. I shifted my weight uncomfortably, feeling a bit annoyed he had broken the connection.
"Ngh, why?" I panted, rubbing my legs together like some sort of dog in heat.
"Want me to keep going?" He shot me the same smile I had seen in the car earlier today when he accidentally got a glimpse of my nipple.
I shivered and tried to keep my hips from bucking against him. I was so close, just a little bit more, and I'd cum. Biting my lip, I peered into the dark blue eyes that were now staring at me so lustfully.
I should say no… I should definitely say no.
Before I could respond, my hips answered for me, thrusting hard into his erect penis. Even though my sweatpants felt so good. I swear his smile grew wider as I let out another moan, before he clasped our lips together once more.
I was so engrossed in the kiss that I didn't even notice Victor was pulling both mine and his own pants down.
"Agh! Ahh!" I threw my head back, breaking the kiss once more.
Our penises touching without clothes on was on a whole other level. I can't believe I had thought touching through clothes felt super good, this sensation was amazing!
Instead of thrusting again, Victor sat us up. I leaned against his meaty pecs, my legs spread out on either side of his body.
"Ughhh!"
His callused hand began rubbing both of our dicks together.
"Touch mine too." He leaned down and whispered in my ear, the hot breath blowing against my neck made me shiver.
"Oh, are you sensitive here, too?" His index finger lightly brushed my carotid artery, earning yet another moan from my lips. Maybe it was the fact that Victor was also grunting softly, but I was no longer afraid of letting him hear my moans and instead basked in the pleasure.
He guided my hand over to where his leaking cock rested against mine, then turned my head to the side and began attacking my neck. The feeling of him against me and the barrage of licking, sucking, and biting my neck was all too much. I squirmed, then sank my teeth into his chest to keep myself from screaming. My eyes rolled back, and a seemingly endless stream of white hot fluid flowed through my pulsing dick.
Panting, I started to push away from Victor… but he had other ideas.
His arm slithered around my waist, holding me in place, while his right hand kept dutifully rubbing our dicks together.
"Wa… Wait!" I huffed. The rhythmic pumping was too much. I tried to wiggle out of his strong grip– a futile task.
"I just came! I… I can't–"
"Oh, but I think you can," Victor smirked, clearly gesturing to my wiener that had begun to stiffen once more.
What is wrong with you?! I glared at my rock-hard cock that seemed to have grown a will of its own.
Victor's hand gently trailed down my waist and rested on my buttocks. He began to massage and knead the area. His palm was so large he was able to encase one cheek entirely.
"Wah!" I yelped and twisted my body around, trying to remove his fat hand from my butt.
"Shh. Be good." He kept massaging and jerking, completely unfazed by my attempts to get away.
He gently pressed the tip of my sticky cock with his thumb, making me involuntarily tighten my legs around his log of a waist.
"Yeah, you like that?" He huffed, teasing my poor dick between his large fingers.
"Ugh… ahh!" My abdominal muscles began to contract, signalling that release was near.
"Yeah, I'm close too, honey." Victor stopped teasing my tip and aggressively started rubbing our dicks together with his hand.
"Ahhh!" Stars decorated my vision, and I bucked my hips violently, riding the orgasm. Panting, I slumped against Victor's chest, exhausted
"Look at ours all mixed together!"
"WAH!"
That statement alone forced my once half-lidded eyes completely open, as the reality of what Victor and I had just done set in.