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You know what they say, if something is too good to be true - it is.
All of them didn't have much time to think about that as their "very generous loan" had gone sour and they had all scrambled to come up with the funds.
Luke had said he'd found a solution but they hadn't heard back from him hours after he left to meet the lender. Tom had nervously followed to the nondescript warehouse office, but found nothing but an empty desk and chairs. Turning to leave the path was blocked by two massive jack-booted thugs. Panic swam in his blood before a rag was roughly shoved over his mouth and nose. Then there was nothing.
Tom's head was pounding as he slowly came to, the two thugs dragging him along a darkened corridor. A door at the end unlocked and kicked open before Tom was roughly thrown in. He strained to catch himself but found his hands were bound behind him as he fell hard onto his bare knees, tumbling awkwardly to his side. He hissed in pain, hearing the heavy metal door closed and locked behind him. His thoughts seems slow and cloudy as he tried to take in his situation. The room was dim, bare and bleak, but at least it wasn't cold. He knew that because he had been stripped to his boxers, buttoned-shirt yanked down his arms. He groaned and managed to sit himself up, the ache in his temples clearing but the heavy fuzzy feeling in his mouth stayed. His body was leadened, sluggish, unresponsive to his own mental panic. A wounded sound in the room broke through the haze and he snapped to it best he could.
There in the corner slumped against the far wall was another form, curled up on itself. Whomever was breathing fast and shallow, chest moving and shuddering in the low light.
"You okay?" Tom said around his tongue, he swallowed thickly.
"Noooo," moaned out the other, they shuffled and backed further into the corner. "No no no no," the voice was clearer, familiar. Tom's heart soared before it sunk, that was Luke! Oh no.
"Luke!" Tom began to knee walk towards the other man, he was so relieved to find his friend but obviously worried about his condition.
"Don't!" Luke yelled out, and Tom froze. From his closer position he could see Luke was similarly bound as himself, down to just a pair of boxers. His hair was mussed, his chest heaving, his legs curled up in front of him.
"I'm not going to hurt you, it's me, it's Tom," Tom pleaded softly, scooting slightly closer, going slowly as not to spook the other. Luke shuddered and stared at him, trying to convey something in those eyes Tom didn't quite get. As he got closer he could see those eyes were blown wide, irises eclipsing all color, dark black and wild. There was a pink flush from Luke's chest all the way up to his hairline.
"I just want to help," Tom said, slowly and drawn out. He was fascinated by how Luke shook and groaned, hips twitching, eyes fluttering. Tom felt hypnotized, drawn in by the sight, the sharp musky smell in the air. He hadn't noticed he'd moved closer until his eyes traveled down and saw Luke's boxers stained dark in wet patches. Several soaked patches. It was so warm in this room, his skin felt so tight, if he could just touch Luke he'd feel better he was sure of it. He half listened when Luke said something.
"What?"
"Drugged me," Luke husked out, panting for air, licking his lips. The look in his eyes wild, ravenous. "Sta-stay b-back," he struggled against his binds.
"Drugged… oh."
Tom's mind slugishly turned the info over. It was difficult as his body was operating on a seperate wavelength, hyperaware and sensitized. "Mm so warm," he murmured, unfiltered. Tom sat on the back of his calves, head hung down and eyes closed as he felt that warmth pulse though him spreading from his chest up his neck. Felt a tingling crawl down his spine and settle in his core.
He heard the sharp intake from Luke, eyes dragged open to see the other man staring at his lap, drool slipping from the corner of his mouth. Following his line of sight he looked down and saw he had filled out, dick heavy and tenting the dark cotton fabric. Tom let out of whimper, the look felt like a physical touch ghosting over him. He strained against his binds, hips thrusting forward into the too little stimulation of the thin fabric.
"Tom, I have to, I need," Luke begged desperately, "oh god, please help." He scooted closer, Tom could feel the heat coming off Luke in heady waves.
"Y-yes I'll help," he replied unthinking, leaning into the smaller man's body. They both moaned as their skin pressed against each other, Luke latching his mouth into Tom's neck, kissing and licking. Tom shivered and ground against him, electricity shooting up his back.
Luke's hot mouth traveled down, a trail of wet open mouth kisses scorching Tom's chest. A tongue laved against a nipple, already pert and aching. Luke sucked and teased with his teeth, reveling as Tom bucked under him, pressing closer. He pulled back to see it was pink, shiny with spit, puffy and swollen. He did same to the other, he had to mark up the other man all over.
Tom mewled and pushed against Luke, begging for more, boxers growing damp against the head of his leaking cock. Luke's nostrils flared as he scented the musk and heat, the taste in his mouth dancing on his tongue. He had to find it's source, taste the honey straight from the hive. He pushed his shoulder into Tom, the larger man eagerly laid back as well as he could, arms trapped under him.
He bent down, taking in a deep breath as he nuzzled his face against Tom's crotch before biting at the fabric and pulling it down the other man's body. Tom yelped as his dick was freed of its tacky confines, Luke only caring to get the offending garment off so far, leaving it dangling on one long leg. Tom kicked it off, the movement rolling his body against the other. Luke groaned loudly, tongue sliding down Tom's cock until he rested his face up against the other man's dense hair, inhaling his scent and feeling Tom's desperate twitches in the back of his throat.
It was slow going without his hands to steady him, the pace a maddening tease that Tom bucked against. Luke would pull off wetly time to time to grind himself against Tom's thighs, head thrown back, boxers soaked.
"Your mouth, please please!" Tom begged, arching up onto his shoulder blades, legs falling apart. Luke sucked him back down, eyes screwed shut, cheeks hollowed. His tongue traced up and down Tom's length, lapping the salty taste down his throat. "I… close… ahh!" Tom panted, heart thrumming in his chest as he came. He moaned as he felt Luke swallow and lick around him, drool running down his length and over his balls. Luke shuddered and soaked his boxers again.
Tom made a wounded noise as he stayed hard, the overstimulation painful but the need in him not satisfied.
"Wha how-?" he slurred out.
"I've oh cum so much," Luke panted out, the orgasm giving him a moment's clarity. "But it will huff stop if we burn it out."
"Oh god," Tom reeled, this was only the beginning.
"Turn over," Luke said, nudging him with his knee.
"But I," Tom flushed brightly, rocking onto his side.
"Please Tom! I-We gotta get it out of you," Luke pleaded, the heat in him building again. "Won't hurt, it'll fuck help."
Tom watched as Luke grew dazed and flushed, staring at him through heavy lids.
"I'll be gentle," he swore through grit teeth as Tom rolled over, red face pressed against the ground, cock heavy, wet and dripping, as he lifted up on his knees. Tom tried to take deep breaths and relax as he felt Luke shuffle closer, eyes shut tight. What he didn't expect was the wet drag and press of Luke's tongue over his hole. Tom keened, eyes shot open unseeing as the haze flooded back in, dick twitching. Each lick and swirl made his nerves sing, dizzying shocks lancing up his spine. He shouted as Luke pressed his tongue inside, sucking on his rim, the messy drips running off the blond's chin. The noise was filthy and Tom's head spun as Luke loosened him up as best he could.
If only his hands were free came the stray thought and the addled part of him vigorously agreed. The part trying to understand what was happening took pause. The licks and wet presses pulled that half back down.
Luke pulled back gasping for breath, chin coated in spit. After some frustration and shimmying Tom helped Luke get his boxers off. Luke's cock was angry red, rock hard, skin pulled painfully tight. It was also, Tom noted thankfully, dripping wet as he nudged against him, the drag catching his losened hole. Luke pressed in, hitching slow grind before he bottomed out.
"Christ, you're perfect, fuck fuck fuck!!" Luke locked up, Tom's face burned as he felt the hot spray inside him. Luke moaned and then shook, Tom turned to see his shoulders shaking. Luke let out a laugh, strained and hysterical, "I usually have better stamina than that."
Tom let out a low huff of laughter, but he could feel how Luke filled him up, still hard and pressing deliciously inside him.
"What's my line? Oh right, there's more where that came from," Tom murmured against the cool floor. The haze pressing in around him.
"Too much more," Luke grumbled, quietly grateful that it would be slicker now. If he hurt Tom like this he wouldn't survive it.
"More," Tom pushed back into him, eyes going glassy.
"I'll give it to you," Luke's voice low like a oath. Without the help of his arms to anchor them Luke rolls his body, thrusts languid and slow until Tom arches and yells.
"There! Fuck, Luke, there!"
It flips a switch in the other man, shoulders bowed in as he tries to fuck the living daylights out of Tom. Tom's pressing back, meeting his thrusts, groaning as stars burst behind his eyes with each filthy slap of skin. Luke hammers into him, trying to find that spot that makes Tom scream. Tom's cock is dripping and twitching, his face his so red and messy as drool runs out of his parted pink lips. Luke presses him down, pounding into him, and god help him, it's the best thing Tom's ever felt. He cums ropes on the ground, untouched , orgasm hitting him like a freight train. Luke yells and grinds in wet, spilling into him again. His lungs heave in air as his body tries to rest before the tingling becomes a burning need again.
"Ungh, m'sore," Tom grumbled out, feeling the ache outweigh the wash of pleasure. He supposed that was a good sign, whatever he was dosed with was losing its hold. Luke seemed more coherent as well, his thrusts and grinds lazy, unhurried. He halted as soon as he heard Tom, pulling out as carefully as he could. The wet squelch and splatter still rang out in the small room.
"I'm sorry, I can fix it, just rest," he said, guilt lacing his voice.
Tom flopped onto his side, groaning he felt like one giant bruise. He closed his eyes and breathed, heart slowing to something closer to normal. He could feel Luke shuffling around behind him, tiredly curious as he felt the scrape of stubble on the backs of his thighs.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Tom heard Luke mutter before he felt his tongue across his tender hole.
Tom yowled when he felt Luke lick into him, loose and easy, lapping the sweat and cum away with each pass.
"Luke! Wha- ah!"
"Shh now, this'll help," he said, muffled and wet. His tongue prodded and circled, swallowing down the mess he'd made. The mixed taste of them was intoxicating, the scent here strongest. Luke's cock twitched despite his exhaustion.
Tom whined, rocking down into Luke's face, a weak spurt dripping down his dick. Luke cleaned that up too.
During one period of lucidity Tom knew Luke had surfaced from the haze when he felt the hot splash of tears on his back.
"Oh god, I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," Luke croaked out, voice hoarse. Tom looked over his shoulder, saw the other man's face twisted in agony even as he struggled to pull his body away. The tears streamed down Luke's face and Tom couldn't stand it, if they were both going to be trapped in this awful limbo then he was going to do the only thing he could do. The thing they'd both been expertly trained to do.
He changed the narrative.
"Don't be sorry, dear. I know it's not the honeymoon suite like you promised but I swear there's nowhere else I'd want to be than with you," Tom said, the role of a soothing doting partner sliding into place.
Luke froze at this, gears spinning as his consciousness fought to pull itself up out of despair.
"You're so good to me," Tom cooed, pressing back against him. Willing himself to believe they were somewhere where this was chosen, not something that had been done to them.
"Darling," Luke gasped, leaning down to rub his cheek against the others nape.
"That's it, sweetness, let me see you," Tom said, wiggling to turn onto his side, the obscene squelching made him cringe a little.
Looking up Luke's eyes were still bright with tears but he had calmed, his shaking and his breaths were evening out. They were going to get through this. Luke pressed in closer, shuddering, the pull beginning to draw him back down under.
"Kiss me," Tom begged, trying to stay afloat a moment longer. If they could just root this in intimacy instead of just lust…
"My love," Luke murmured as he bent down, pressing his lips against the other. A gentle and tender island they could both cling to in the midst of raging seas. "Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head against Tom's for a moment.
Unfortunately the heat and need soon sunk it's thick claws into them, and they went gasping and thrashing back under its hold. But even in the midst of push, sweat, fill, again they called out to each other in their new roles. Lovers on a special occasion, purposefully wringing pleasure out of each other. The cold reality of their dim dirty room locked away in their minds.
Sam anxiously stared at his phone, the buzzing making him drop it in a panic. Scrambling he grabbed it and saw a text.
Consider your debt paid. Pick them up at this address.
He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, reaching to shake AJ's arm. His stomach dropped out when another text came in.
Bring towels.