Bailey pulls back, and his tongue darts out, tasting my pre-cum. “You taste so good, Teddy,” he says as he leans forward, taking me as deep as he can, humming his approval as he moves over my length. My fingers twitch with the need to touch him. I want to grab him by his thick waves and thrust into his mouth over and over. Take him by the hips and demand he ride me until he makes himself cum.
“Can you roll over?” Bailey asks, popping off of me.
“Why roll over?” I ask cautiously. It’s been years since we discussed it, but he knows I was always hesitant to …
“Do you trust me?” His hands rest on my thighs, stroking them.
I nod, shuffling awkwardly until I’m lying on my stomach, resting my head on my crossed arms.
Bailey leans over me. Grabbing a spare pillow, he pulls my hips so that he can slide it under my body. Then he pushes my thighs wide and settles between them again. My cock rubs against the pillow, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“You’re going to stay still so you don’t hurt your head, okay?” Bailey orders.
“O-okay.”
Bailey palms my cheeks, pushing them apart. I’ve never felt so exposed. He laughs when I tense, and I feel his hot breath puff out over my hole. “Relax, Teddy.”
“How am I meant to relax when you’re—ah!” I gasp as Bailey’s tongue licks up a broad stroke from my balls to my crease, brushing over my hole. My whole body tenses when he kisses my taint, then he licks my hole again slowly, making circular motions as his hands run up the back of my thighs and over my arse, spreading my cheeks wider.
He pauses. “Okay?”
My mind's turned to mush, and my body sinks into the mattress, with no desire to ever leave.
“Very.”
The moment the word passes my lips, Bailey’s tongue moves with vigour, drawing sounds out of me that might have been embarrassing if he wasn’t responding so viscerally; pushing me harder or drawing back depending on how close to the edge I get. I start grinding my hips into the pillow, needing more friction as he gets me higher and higher. He matches the pace with his tongue, swirling it around my hole. I feel my orgasm coming, and my hands fist the bedsheet.
“Fuck, I’m right there,” I pant.
His tongue suddenly spears me, pushing deep into my hole, and my whole body convulses as I cum across the pillow.
“So hot, Teddy.” Bailey sits up, and I look over my shoulder to see him pull himself free and tug once, twice, then I feel the heat of his cum as it hits my lower back and arse.
“Shit,” I say, chuckling, melting into the bed, unable to move.
Bailey smacks my arse with a loud crack, then gets up and leaves the room. I’m almost asleep when I feel him wipe me clean with a warm flannel. He then removes the ruined pillow from under me and climbs back into bed. With great effort, I manage to get my boxers back on and roll onto my back again, and then I pull him against me tightly, ready for sleep again, praying the nightmares stay away.
Something bumps my shoulder,and a yell tears me from a dreamless sleep.
“Bay?” I murmur, fighting to open my eyes as a heaviness blankets me, trying to pull me back under.
When I finally adjust to the darkness of the room, I find myself looking into the same ice-blue eyes that haunt my nightmares. There’s no ring of gold in them. No warmth. No light. My heart speeds up as I try to get away from him, feeling across the bed for Bailey.
He’s not there.
I look to the side, only to find an empty bed. As soon as I bare my neck to him, Shane sinks a syringe in. I have moments before my body shuts down. “Where is he?” I demand through gritted teeth.
Shane's lips curl into a saccharine smile. “Long time no see, Theo.”
THEO
My body threatensto give out. I fall to the side, but something stops me, pulling tight across my chest. My eyes flash open; it’s too dark to see much, though I quickly work out I'm in one of the sheds near the back of the estate from the smell of hay in the air. When I look down, I can just make out a thick rope tied around my middle and thighs. At my back, there’s something rigid running up the entire length of my body, holding me fast. Pulling against the ropes does nothing, and when I try to wiggle my hands free, everything pulls tighter around my body.
My hand touches something cold and I jump. Fingers—long, slender, and calloused brush against mine. Grabbing hold of them tightly, my heart kicks in my chest. “Bay?” I whisper. There’s no answer, and his hand is limp. I realise that we’re both tied to a support beam, Bailey at my back. I turn my head left and right, but I can’t see him at all. “Bailey.” I shake his hand, but he still doesn’t answer me.
I can’t move.
Can’t breathe.
