Chapter 7
Chapter seven
Carlo
Oh God, save me, please. This damn porn is on a loop. There is no escape. It’s not a matter of bearing it until it ends, because it never fucking ends.
Closing my eyes doesn’t work. If anything, it makes it worse, because my treacherous mind fills in the blanks.
The little gasps and sweet moans stop belonging to the porn star and start belonging to someone else.
Someone they really shouldn’t belong to because I absolutely should not think of him that way.
I’m doomed.
The projector is displaying the actors in full life-size on the perfect white ceiling above me. It’s too realistic. Too confusing. The twink is pretty enough to be a girl. And the way he is taking it…
I swallow. I’m not gay. It’s porn in full volume right above my head. While I’m lying here stark bollock naked. Anyone would react to it.
The femboy’s face is flushed pink. His lips parted. Eyes sweetly closed. His dark hair is all messy. He looks like he is in ecstasy. As if being stuffed with cock is the best thing that has ever happened to him.
If he is acting, he deserves an Oscar.
My pulse quickens. The porno is getting to the part where the guy doing the reaming yanks up the femboy’s short black skirt and lets the camera see his incredible ass.
Heaven help me. My cock has never been this hard for so long. It’s not like I enjoy torturing myself. If my hands weren’t fucking cuffed to this frigging headboard, I would have sorted myself out an hour ago. I’m not above beating off to gay porn. Not that I ever have. Because I’m straight.
For fuck’s sake.
I try lifting my hips. Maybe a bit of movement will provide some relief. Anything is worth a try at this point.
Cristo. This is ridiculous. I’m humping the air. It is beyond humiliating.
I turn my head, and freeze.
Ginni is standing in the doorway, leaning nonchalantly against the frame. Arms crossed over his slender chest. Watching me with an intense, hungry expression.
I can almost see him committing every tiny detail to memory, to replay in the future. Many, many times in the future.
I have never felt so naked. So utterly exposed.
When I get out of here, I’m never objectifying another woman ever again. Hells, I’m going to change the uniform at my club. No more Hooters-inspired aesthetic. It’s time for a classy style, and I don’t care if it costs me money. The club is mostly a front anyway.
Ginni shakes his head and straightens, as if rousing himself from a dream. He steps towards me and my stomach swoops. My cock twitches hopefully.
My body is confused. That’s all. I don’t want him. I’m not enjoying this. I’m not one of those powerful men who find peace in handing over the reins and submitting in the bedroom. That has never been my thing.
“Oh my poor love,” Ginni coos softly. “Let me help you with that.”
As he prowls towards me, every word of protest dies on my lips. I can’t stay like this. And keeping your kidnapper happy is like rule number one in surviving an abduction. Allowing him whatever he wants is practically mandatory. It’s not that I want him, it’s because I have to.
Ginni glides to the bedside cabinet. He opens a drawer and pulls out an obscenely large bottle of lube. My heart flutters. I can cope with a handjob.
He pulls something else out of the drawer. Something that is bright yellow and about six inches long. With a sucker cup at one end. Tapered at the other.
I blink.
It’s a dildo. One of those corn on the cob ones. The silicone all bumped and ridged.
My cock deflates a little. A shudder wracks my body as my blood runs cold. Surely not? He isn’t crazy enough to use that on me, is he?
Ginni hums happily as he smears copious amounts of lube over the monstrosity. His happy little smile looks completely deranged.
I want to look away but the way his small delicate hand is working the dildo is hypnotizing. Swift, sure movements with a confident twist over the tip.
I lick my lips. How the hell do I talk him into using his hand and not that awful thing?
Ginni looks up. Blue eyes flashing. He pauses.
Then he giggles. An actual, real giggle. I’ve never heard him make such a sound. For all his strange brain wiring, he has always been a solemn little thing. All big eyes and silence.
Hearing him happy is making my chest feel hollow.
It’s fucking delightful to finally know what his laugh sounds like, and it is destroying me that I’ve had to wait so long.
I’ve known him for years and this is the first time I’ve ever seen him cheerful.
Nobody should be sad all the time. Not even little menaces like Ginni. It’s a tragedy.
On the other hand, the fact that he is giggling because he has me chained naked in his basement and is about to do unholy things to me with a dildo, is a little alarming. More than a little alarming, truth be told. It’s downright terrifying.
“Your face!” he chuckles. He shakes his head in fond amusement. “Relax my love, this is for me. I know you wouldn’t like it.”
I didn’t think crying in relief was actually a thing. Apparently, it is. Not that I’m going to indulge. I’m going to blink ferociously and try to appear masculine.
Ginni moves to the end of the bed. He slams the sucker end of the dildo against the footboard with a level of violence that makes me flinch.
He flicks the corncob toy of depravity. It bounces but stays put. Honestly, he whacked it on so hard I doubt it is ever coming off. It’s staying there forever. A permanent fixture.
I watch warily as Ginni climbs onto the bed. He walks on his knees until he is between my spread legs, facing me.
He bends down on to all fours and wriggles backward towards the dildo. My eyes widen. He hasn’t paused to remove any underwear, which means I was right. He isn’t wearing any. This whole time, his little ass has been naked under that tiny bit of cloth.
Above my head, the porno is still playing. Ginni must have yanked the heating up because suddenly it is very, very hot in here.
His bright blue eyes fix on me. I force a swallow down my throat.
He’s not just going to take it, is he? No loosening himself up first? Just taking it like a champ?
Ginni moves his hips backwards. His pupils blow, turning his eyes wide and dark. His lips part, and a soft exhale of breath escapes him. Color floods his pale cheeks.
I watch as my best friend’s little brother impales himself on a dildo. The sight of it is doing something to my neurons. There is a zinging sensation dancing over every inch of my skin. As if I am about to detonate.
Ginni makes a noise that sounds an awful lot like the pornstar’s vocalizations. All pleasure-filled and breathy.
My cock likes it. It likes it a lot. It likes it far too much for something that is supposed to be straight.
Ginni rocks his hips. He moans. His jaw slackens with pleasure. He likes it slow and steady. Sensual and languid. Not that I’m taking notes. Because I don’t need to take notes.
His eyes glaze over. His expression flows into one of sheer rapture.
Ginni is beautiful, he has always been beautiful.
But seeing him like this is enough to take my breath away.
It’s enough to inspire me to want to take up art and attempt to capture him in this moment.
To retain this perfect fragment of time.
So I can keep forever this image of Ginni staring into my eyes while he slowly fucks himself on a dildo.
He has definitely done this before. Many times. Countless times. There is confidence in his movements. A familiarity with which he is embracing his obvious pleasure.
Giovanni Torrini likes to fuck himself with dildos.
I wonder what he thinks about? Is he picturing anything right now? Or is the sensation of those little sweetcorn bumps and ridges rubbing over his pink stretched rim, all-consuming?
Fuck. What is wrong with me? Why did I just imagine that? I don’t need to picture what the dildo looks like as it slides in and out of him. I had absolutely no need to think about what Ginni’s hole looks like.
I mean, he is deep in his femboy era. Has been for years now. So, it’s likely he is as hairless as I am picturing. Waxing and grooming are part of the whole femboy vibe, I’m pretty sure.
But why did I imagine such a pale shade of pink? Ginni is dark-haired and Italian. Even though he has blue eyes and pale skin.
Goddamnit! I should not be lying here internally debating what color asshole my abductor has! I’m seriously losing the plot, and I’ve only been a prisoner for what… two days? I’m better than this.
Ginni smiles at me. A smile that Lucifer himself would be proud of. It’s almost as if he knows what I am thinking. Knows and approves. Knows and is fucking delighted by it.
I growl.
Ginni smiles even more. He drops down onto his elbows, leaving his ass up and impaled on the dildo. He wriggles forward a tiny bit, until his face is right next to my cock.
Oh. I inhale sharply, but before my lungs are full, Ginni’s lips wrap around my cock. Tight, wet, heat. An explosion of sensation and pleasure. Almost too much after craving any sort of touch for hours.
My eyes roll back and I groan. My heels drum on the mattress. Oh sweet Jesus, I have never experienced anything like this before. I’ve been happy with vanilla sex. Wham, bam, thank you Ma’am, and leave. I was convinced I didn’t need anything else. That it was all a waste of time.
I think I was wrong.
The hours of buildup. The porn still playing loudly.
Ginni still rocking on that obscene toy.
His lips rolling up and down the first inch of my cock, making me burn with the need for him to slide all the way down, to take me all the way like I know he can…
It’s all wonderful, deeply and totally mind-blowing.
I need to feel the soft flesh of his throat all around my cock. I need it to squeeze me. I want to see stars again. I want to come so hard my toes curl and my calves cramp.
He pulls off of me. Leaving my cock bare. Wet with his saliva and throbbing with heat.
I open my eyes to glare at him, ready to snarl a command.
But the sight of him fucking himself destroys all my thoughts. His head is down and I can only see his silky dark hair. But I can see his thighs are trembling. I can hear that he is panting.
My balls tighten. Fuck. I might be able to cum hands-free. Just from watching Ginni. This is by far the hottest thing I have ever seen.
Ginni whimpers. My hips lift in response and I groan helplessly as reality hits me. I’m close, so very close, but I’m not going to be able to cum like this.
“Ginni…”
It was meant to be an order, a sharp reprimand, but it’s come out sounding like a plea. I’m begging and it’s pathetic.
Fuck it. I don’t care anymore. I need to cum so badly. It’s not a want or a nice-to-have, it’s a need. As essential as oxygen. I’m going to fucking die if I don’t cum right now.
“Ginni!”
His head lifts up. His eyes are so dark. His cheeks are so flushed. His hips are rocking and rocking.
“You need to admit you want me,” he pants. “Say it out loud, Carlo. Say that you want me.”
This little shit. He is a fucking menace and a fiend. I yank on the chains and growl.
Ginni puffs his lips up and blows cold air onto my wet cock. I yell as my hips bounce futilely on the mattress.
“Fine! Have it your fucking way! I want you Ginni! I fucking want you!”
The smile he gives me is supernova. Bright enough to burn through my eyeballs and reach the back of my skull.
A scream fills the air. It’s mine. Ginni has swallowed my cock, all the way down in one swift, flawless move. Holy Mary Mother of Jesus.
I yell again as Ginni sucks on my cock. Hard and insistent, as if my balls contain milkshake, and he is trying to suck it right out of my dick.
My orgasm detonates. My nuts release. All my pent-up arousal flows through my cock and down Ginni’s throat.
He moans. He shakes. Oh fuck, he is cumming too.
His hands are on either side of my hips, so he is cumming hands-free.
Something in his ass, and my cock in his mouth is enough for him to shoot his load.
It’s perfect. It shouldn’t be, but it is. It’s the most perfect thing I have ever experienced.
And now it’s official.
This boy is going to be the death of me.