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BANKS
It’s been a few days since the night of the video call and Hudson cumming all over my face. I heard fireworks the other night which means New Year’s Eve has come and gone. My body feels dirty. Not just from the dried cum in my hair and rubbed into my skin. Because contrary to what Hudson asked, I was not letting it just sit on me as it was until they let me out. My hair is greasy and while I would never admit it, if they offered me a shower in exchange for something, there is a good chance I would take it. I don’t know what that says about me, but at this point I don’t really care. Any shame I had is long gone. Nothing is beneath me considering my current circumstances.
Staring at the exposed ceiling, wires and wooden beams above me, I shake my head out of frustration. They have to let me out soon. The new school semester is going to start and people will wonder where I am if I don’t show up. They have to let me out.
I have refused to cry since the first night. I keep reminding myself that I am strong, that I can make it through anything they throw at me. Only a couple more days. It has to be only a couple more days.
The guys have been more standoffish when they drop my food and water off. Apparently, the bait they gave me worked against them. The little joke or spat between them has escalated and I am being punished for it.
Speaking of the devils, I hear two sets of footsteps making their way down to me. The light has been on for hours, my concept of time is completely forgone.
“Hello, boys.” The tone I greet them with is dull. It is usually them with their witty remarks when making their grand entrance, but this time, I beat them to it. Hudson smirks, I can tell he is impressed. His face shows everything, it is nearly impossible for him to hide anything. Landon remains unimpressed, his usual expression never changing. A phone rings, and Hudson puts his finger up, taking the call.
“Coach,” is all he says when answering. My heart races. If I scream, he could help me. Or question why I hang out with students. Fuck. It’s a fifty-fifty chance.
Landon’s eyes zero in on me, silently daring me to do it and the temptation is strong. The consequences if I do, may not be worth it.
“Adams? Really? I mean yeah, of course. As long as he’s good, Coach.” Hudson responds. Lynx Adams left voluntarily, putting himself into rehab earlier this semester. He’s Hudson’s linemate and the team’s left winger. The two of them together are unstoppable. I wonder if he is coming back. Landon is paying close attention to his brother, curious about what is being said on the other end of that phone. We don’t have to wait long, Hudson hangs up shortly after.
Putting his phone away, he looks up at me while speaking to his brother. “Adams is coming back. But that’s not why we are down here. Our time together is nearing its end and to commemorate it we are going to let you out of your collar and leash. Now, before you get excited, you are not leaving thishouse. We will be fucking on you the entire time, so don’t even think about running. You know what could happen if you do.” Hudson threatens. Regardless, a smile crosses my face.
“Shower? Does this mean I can shower?” He laughs at my question, “Sure Banksy, you can shower. But don’t mistake this for us being nice, we can’t have a mark around that delicate throat of yours from the collar. We can’t have people asking questions, can we? It wouldn’t look to good on us if word got out that we kidnap and torture staff, would it?”
I am getting out. Relief washes over me. Landon walks over with a key in hand, he still doesn’t speak. I hurt him. I pitied him. I know exactly what I did and now he is closing himself completely off to me. A part of it hurts. I was only trying to care, to show compassion. Something I don’t believe he has received much of. The lock clicks and he lifts it through the d-ring, dropping it onto the bed. Stepping back, he watches as I move my hands up and open the hinged metal from around me. Already I feel so much lighter as I remove it, placing it down on the bed. Cool air touches the skin on my neck for the first time in weeks. Rubbing the area, I am a bit sore from having the heavy object on me for so long. It feels strange no longer having it there.
“Get up.” Landon barks, walking away. “It’s time for your shower.”
Like a puppy, I eagerly get up and follow both of them up the stairs, forgetting about grabbing my clothes as I am still in my bra and panties from the first night.
As we walk through the house, I can tell that for two guys it’s really nice and clean. You can tell they take pride in their belongings. My bare feet pad against the hardwood as I follow the guys. I get hints of their musky colognes invading my nose, both are in gym shorts, with their strong, muscular hockey legs on display.
It’s been a while since I have had sex. I’ll admit it, years even. Toys and I are great friends, but something about these two men is doing things to my lady bits that shouldn’t be happening. We enter a dark room, black walls, black bed, and windows covered by black curtains. It smells of Landon.
Woodsy and spicy with a hint of sweetness, something that matches his personality perfectly when I think about it.
Standing in the middle of his room, I bite on my thumb nervously as I take everything in.
“Don’t just stand there, go with him,” Landon barks at me as I look at him, confused. He nods his chin toward Hudson who is standing in the ensuite door frame.
Scurrying over, Hudson lets me pass and then follows behind. “Privacy, please?”
He laughs as he reaches into the glass shower, turning the tap on. Water begins coming out of the large shower head. Hudson closes the sliding glass door as it fills with steam and removes his sweater, exposing his muscular body. Then his thumbs go under his gym shorts and he pulls them down, he isn’t wearing any boxers. His cock is semi-hard, is this man ever not horny?
“Eyes up here, Banksy.”
His voice catches me off guard and my eyes meet his. He steps closer and reaches his arms around me, unlatching my bra then using the tips of his fingers to bring the straps down my arms. My body tingles in response, my pussy is throbbing. Watching as the cups of my bra lower, exposing my erect nipples, I can hear his breath hitch. As my bra drops to the ground, his thumbs go under the waist of my panties, and I don’t stop him. He kneels before me as they slide off my body. His hand moves behind my knees, one at a time, forcing them to bend and step out of them, as they are currently bunched around my ankle. My breathing is heavy as his fingers trace along my leg. “You smell desperate.” Hudson’s voice rasps.
“Are you done touching me? I would like my shower now,” I say carelessly, trying not to show how his touch arouses me.
“Banksy, I will never be done. You belong to us, remember that.”
He stands up, opening the glass door and steps in. This motherfucker thinks he is showering with me.
“Is this really necessary?” I roll my eyes at him.
“Get the fuck in here. You wanted a shower, you are getting a shower. You will be watched the entire time you are in this house by either me or Landon.”
“And when you let me go, how can you trust I won’t tell anyone what you have done to me?” I challenge him, still standing naked in the cold bathroom.
