Sneaking around to the side door where there was a small window, I finally realized why.Liam had friends over.Or at least a small group of acquaintances who didn’t mind getting naked together.
Strapped to a table in the middle of the room was a woman.College age at the time, if I had to guess.Liam and three of his friends stood around her, all fully clothed at first while the girl was completely naked.I watched, fascinated, as they took turns touching her.They pinched her and slapped her, sucked her nipples, used dildos and other things I didn’t recognize, eventually taking turns fucking her and covering her with cum until she looked as if someone had thrown a meringue pie in her face.
At the time I was so confused.About the fact that she seemed so into the way they treated her, and the fact that it had made me hard.Well, it wasn’t her so much.It was the guys.The things they did to her.The sight of Liam, the golden tan of his back as his muscles bunched, his ass clenching and flexing while he fucked her.The other guys too, but most of all Liam.
It took a while to realize I’d wanted to be in the girl’s place.I’d wanted Liam to touch me the way he’d been touching her.I’d wanted him to hurt me in the way that blurred the lines between pleasure and pain.
I pulled out my phone to buy a movie ticket for a different weekend and then jerked off standing there outside the window like a stalker.
Eventually I figured out that when Liam was “having the guys over to play poker” it didn’t mean a card game.It became a habit, lying to Liam that I was leaving when his friends came over and then doubling back to see what was happening in the garage.It wasn’t every weekend, and a lot of times he had to travel for work, but I got quite an education.
The biggest surprise?One week, instead of one of a revolving selection of college girls, it was a college boy.He was lean with dark skin.Tall and muscular, with a strong jaw that clenched when he got on all fours and braced himself.Liam whipped him with some sort of strap and then fucked him.Liam always went first.Whatever this group was about, Liam was clearly in charge.
And clearly he didn’t mind fucking guys.It gave me hope.
That was then, though.Before Liam had done things like tracking my every move and locking me in my room.
“Shit.”With my hand covered in cum, I look around the room and realize I’ve got a problem.The door is still locked.Which means I can’t go clean up in the hall bathroom.
For lack of a better option, I lift up the blanket on my bed and wipe my hand off on the sheet.If Liam wants to lock me in here, he can be the one to wash the cum off my sheets.
I feel like I should be sorry about that, but I’m not.After cleaning up as best as I can and searching my room, I come to a depressing realization.While I was gone last night, he must have eliminated everything he thought I could possibly use to bust out of here.
“He stole all my stuff,” I mutter.To Mr.Bear, to myself, but mostly to the universe.Because honestly, I’m not sure what to do right now.
It’s not only my phone and laptop that are gone.My keys are gone from where I dropped them on the bedside table.So is the portable screwdriver set I keep in case I need to take apart my computer case.The adjustable kettlebell set I keep in my closet for when I can’t get to the gym is gone.Annoying, since sending it through the window would’ve been an easy way to get out.My eyeglass repair kit is missing.Even the pens from my desk drawer are gone.
But the one thing he didn’t take?
My backpack.I had it on me when I climbed through the window early this morning.Given that Liam is too calculating not to realize I might have something in there he’d want to take, my guess is he was too busy lecturing me to even notice.
Or too busy turning my ass red.
Thunder rumbles outside.Dammit.Normally I love a good rainy day, but not now.
My backpack search turns up some school supplies, a spare pair of booty shorts from last night’s party (because you never know what might happen), a spare shirt, and a bottle of water.Another one of Dean’s granola bars.He gave me an extra on our way out.
Oh.Wait.
I’ve also got a paperback ofThe Grapes of Wrath, which I’ve been reading for lit class.I’ve been using a paperclip to mark my pages.Ha.
“Point for me, Liam.”
Falling down research rabbit holes is kind of my thing, and once upon a time I got obsessed with videos on how to pick different locks when I couldn’t sleep.Handcuffs.Bedroom door locks.Padlocks.
I’ve only ever picked the lock on a bedroom door, and only ever from the hallway side.That was easy, but it won’t work here.Liam’s locked it from the outside.Another padlock, I’m guessing.
So, I get to work on the window.Which is not, in my opinion, as easy as the guy in the video I saw made it look.
It takes long enough that I’m getting discouraged as I work at the window lock.My neck and back start to hurt from bending and squinting.My palms sweat from nerves.
Every couple of minutes I stop to listen, sweating as I strain for the sound of a door or tires on gravel.I don’t know when Liam will be back.Will he come storming in to check on me and catch me trying to escape?
Do I want him to catch me?Will he try and spank me again?My cock thickens at the thought.
Honestly, is it awful that I sort of wish he would?The trouble is, he probably wouldn’t now that he knows I liked it.
I’ve nearly given up when something pops and the lock springs free.“Yes!”
