Taken
Title: Taken
WC: 1831
Characters: Toby/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam thinks Toby might be cheating. (ha, though this isn't much of a plot, fyi.)
Notes/Warnings: dub-con, bondage. You've been warned.
He was waiting for Toby to get back to the apartment after teaching. Toby sometimes walked, when the night was crisp enough, and Sam had told him time and time again that sooner or later he was going to get mugged. But Toby never carried anything on him the nights he walked home. Sam told him eventually he was going to get killed. Toby said for him, he'd consider the bus that night.
He'd walked though, Sam can tell, lying in wait. It was taking too long. Sure enough, past the bus stop came Toby, hands in his pockets, looking old and vulnerable. A miracle he hadn't been mugged yet.
He watches Toby search for the keys, waits for Toby to just start panicking before stepping out from his hiding spot.
"Toby."
Toby looks startled, almost scared, but his face relaxes, "Sam."
Sam shakes his head, "Three times you've blown me off. Who is she, Toby?"
Toby doesn't move, doesn't give anything away. "Let's go inside," he says quietly.
Sam shakes his head, "No. Outside. Parking garage."
"Sam, give me my keys."
Sam grins, slowly,"No."
Toby lunges for the younger man, slams him against the wall. Sam clearly hadn't been expecting this. "Give them. To me."
Sam struggles against Toby, and before Toby knows what's happening, Sam's mouth is pressed tightly against his, Sam's hands twining in Toby's hair, pulling hard.
Toby kisses back, shoves Sam harder against the wall, his kiss just as desperate as Sam's. When they break, they are at a standstill, Sam's hands twisted against the little of Toby's hair at the back of his head and Toby pushing hard against Sam- against the wall.
"Parking garage," Sam says, stubbornly. Toby nods, releases his hold on Sam. Sam does not do the Sam. It isn't until Toby growls that Sam lessens his hold, though he keeps his hand at the back of Toby's neck, fingers slightly curled around, ready to give pressure.
Toby realises he's put himself in a precarious position. With Sam's fingers pressing lightly against the pressure point at the back of his neck, he has only two choices- go along, or fight Sam. He would win in the fight. He is bigger, stronger, but Sam hasn't angered him to that point. Yet.
The door to the garage is unlocked and Toby knows Sam has been planning something. "Sam," he says quietly, but Sam only presses down lightly. The bulge in Toby's pants grows slightly, and he takes deep breaths to try to calm down. "Sam," he says again, but this time the fingers press harder.
He isn't prepared for Sam to throw all his weight against him, sending him crashing to the wall. As he struggles to regain his footing, Sam snaps the cold steel against one of his wrists.
"Sam!" he yells, pulling back, but Sam is ready, snapping the other cuff around his wrists, trapping him against a pole.
"It's a darker corner," Sam says. "No-one should be coming for a while. Depends on how quiet you keep."
"This isn't funny."
"No, it's not."
"Sam, let me go."
"No."
He moves for Toby, and Toby can only jerk back out of the way, snapping against the restraints. "Sam!"
"Shhh," Sam says, holding a finger to his lips. "Three times, Toby. Who is she?"
Toby looks panicked again. "No-one, Sam. No-one. There are other-"
Sam lunges again and Toby lets out a strangled cry as again the cuffs keep him from moving out of Sam's reach. He can't move as Sam undoes his belt, slips it off carefully, folds it over in his hands. He's scared slightly, of what Sam will do.
"Sam … please." He watches his belt, watches it fold and unfold in Sam's hands.
Sam wraps one hand around Toby's neck, finds his pressure point, and brushes the buckle down Toby's cheek, runs it across his lips. Toby opens his mouth to speak, but Sam thrusts the buckle in, fingers pressing lightly. A moan escapes Toby, a small unconscious one and Sam smiles, moving the buckle in and out slowly. Every time Toby tries to move back, tries to speak, Sam presses down his fingers lightly and Toby obeys. There's no sense in not; he's handcuffed to a pole. Not obeying won't get him uncuffed from the pole.
Sam knows what to wait for, watching the tail of the belt as it skims across Toby's pants. "Good boy," Sam murmurs, holding the buckle in before letting go of it. Toby obeys simply, keeping the buckle in his mouth, watching Sam with careful eyes. Sam's free hand trails to Toby's pants, slowly undoing the zipper.
Toby moans again, moving his body back slightly. With one hand, Sam slips the button undone. Moving his hand back to the buckle, he pushes on it gently; a reminder to keep it in before moving both hands down to pull down Toby's pants. They pool at his feet and Sam pulls on the belt, Toby steps forward, his eyes still careful and cautious, but his body reacting to Sam. Sam smiles, strokes Toby's erection through the cloth of the boxers. Toby moves, this time closer to Sam, thrusting his hips into Sam's hand. Sam moves his hand back and Toby growls in frustration.
Sam takes the tail of the belt, uses it to stroke Toby and when Toby cannot take it anymore, he presses his head against the pole, gasps. The buckle falls.
"You shouldn't have done that," Sam says. "Patience. Unless you want to tell me who she is?"
"No-one," Toby growls with effort, his breath short. "Please …"
Toby's head is down and Sam takes the opportunity to push down on it, forcing Toby to his knees. "Please," Toby begs again. "Take them off."
Sam responds by holding the buckle back to Toby's mouth, his hands curled back around his neck. Toby groans through his pressed lips. Sam presses, hard and Toby gasps, the buckle back in his mouth. Sam keeps a hand on Toby's head, moves around his bag, pulls out something Toby can't see.
He hears the rip of the tape and tries to stand, but Sam is quick, his hand firm on his head, holding him down. Toby clamps his mouth over the buckle, tries to say sorry, but Sam tears two pieces off with his teeth, then secures the buckle in place. He smiles at Toby, who looks pleadingly back at him.
Again Sam takes up the tail of the belt, rubs it across Toby's clothed erection, then down his boxers. At the touch of leather, Toby's eyes close and his hands clench into fists. Sam covers the fists with his hands, pushes them down to the concrete floor so Toby is on hands and knees, the curve of the belt nudging the pole.
Sam kneels behind Toby, wraps the leather around Toby's erection and squeezes, lightly. There is a muffled noise from Toby and Sam repeats the gesture quickly. When he feels Toby start to cum he lets go, eliciting a strangled cry from Toby.
He smiles, moves his hands to Toby's hips, grips them firmly as he grinds, fully clothed against Toby. Toby makes another noise and Sam moves one hand up, covers Toby's gagged mouth and thrusts again. The buckle pushes against the tape, against Sam's hand, but holds firm. He thrusts twice more, hand clamped tightly against Toby's mouth.
"Good boy," Sam whispers, pulling the boxers down, taking care to leave the tail of the belt against Toby's erection for as long as possible. Toby writhes against the bonds, dropping his head to his hands, watching the tail drag across the dusty floor. He screams when the familiar cold of the lube is smeared between his cheeks. He pushes forward, his hands scrabbling with limited movement for the tail of the belt, but Sam is quicker, moving it to the back of his neck, securing it with another piece of tape. When he is finished with that, he pushes down on the belt, right on Toby's pressure point, and Toby cries out, though it is muffled by the buckle and tape.
He tries to move his face closer to his hands, but Sam is ready for that as well; he pulls up on the handcuffs until they are above Toby's head. He holds them with one hand while he continues with the lube. When he is ready, he lets go of them, his hard cock between Toby's cheeks. Toby writhes some more, but Sam holds his hips firm, pushes carefully. Toby stops writhing when Sam starts to enter him. He struggles again as Sam pulls back carefully, then thrusts again.
Toby's cock dribbles cum as Sam thrusts again and again. When he is ready, he moves both hands to Toby's throbbing cock, squeezing intently until Toby comes. He follows soon after, pulling out and collapsing next to the older man.
Toby waits, unsure of what is to come. Soon Sam is sliding Toby's knees apart, thrusting his head in the gap and licking Toby's now limp cock. It doesn't take long for Toby to grow hard again, thrusting against Sam's mouth and Sam eager to take him.
When he is about to cum, Sam pulls back and away. Toby screams through the gag and Sam only smiles, tugs up on the handcuffs, forcing Toby to stand.
"Are you going to tell me who she is?" Sam asks sweetly and Toby nods furiously. The duct tape is off, though Sam holds the buckle carefully against Toby's lips. "Who is she, Toby?"
"No-one, S-"
The buckle is back in, Sam moving in back and forth, in and out, furiously. He leans close, pulls it out, fills the gap with his mouth, presses his tongue into Toby's mouth, swirling angrily. He bites Toby's lip, pulls him closer, their erections brushing each other. Toby moans, tries to move his hands.
The clatter of the chains seems to stop Sam, who is staring at them, transfixed. He pulls the key from his breast pocket, holds it a moment, then tosses it behind Toby, who tries to watch where it lands. Sam smiles, presses the buckle back to Toby's mouth, tears off two more pieces of tape and again holds the gag in place.
Sam runs his tongue along the gag, leans over to Toby's ear, bites it gently. Toby moans again, tries to move closer to Sam, who moves away. He moves closer, runs his tongue again over the gag. Toby tries to predict where he'll move next, tries to move that way. Sam is unpredictable, moving his tongue where he can. Each lick sends Toby closer to the edge.
"You're right," Sam says, licking up Toby's torso. "There was no-one. But since you enjoy this so much …"
He moves his head down, licks Toby's cock. "I'll just keep doing it."
Toby shudders once, his second orgasm spilling across the concrete floor.
Sam just looks at him and smiles.
WC: 1831
Characters: Toby/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sam thinks Toby might be cheating. (ha, though this isn't much of a plot, fyi.)
Notes/Warnings: dub-con, bondage. You've been warned.
He was waiting for Toby to get back to the apartment after teaching. Toby sometimes walked, when the night was crisp enough, and Sam had told him time and time again that sooner or later he was going to get mugged. But Toby never carried anything on him the nights he walked home. Sam told him eventually he was going to get killed. Toby said for him, he'd consider the bus that night.
He'd walked though, Sam can tell, lying in wait. It was taking too long. Sure enough, past the bus stop came Toby, hands in his pockets, looking old and vulnerable. A miracle he hadn't been mugged yet.
He watches Toby search for the keys, waits for Toby to just start panicking before stepping out from his hiding spot.
"Toby."
Toby looks startled, almost scared, but his face relaxes, "Sam."
Sam shakes his head, "Three times you've blown me off. Who is she, Toby?"
Toby doesn't move, doesn't give anything away. "Let's go inside," he says quietly.
Sam shakes his head, "No. Outside. Parking garage."
"Sam, give me my keys."
Sam grins, slowly,"No."
Toby lunges for the younger man, slams him against the wall. Sam clearly hadn't been expecting this. "Give them. To me."
Sam struggles against Toby, and before Toby knows what's happening, Sam's mouth is pressed tightly against his, Sam's hands twining in Toby's hair, pulling hard.
Toby kisses back, shoves Sam harder against the wall, his kiss just as desperate as Sam's. When they break, they are at a standstill, Sam's hands twisted against the little of Toby's hair at the back of his head and Toby pushing hard against Sam- against the wall.
"Parking garage," Sam says, stubbornly. Toby nods, releases his hold on Sam. Sam does not do the Sam. It isn't until Toby growls that Sam lessens his hold, though he keeps his hand at the back of Toby's neck, fingers slightly curled around, ready to give pressure.
Toby realises he's put himself in a precarious position. With Sam's fingers pressing lightly against the pressure point at the back of his neck, he has only two choices- go along, or fight Sam. He would win in the fight. He is bigger, stronger, but Sam hasn't angered him to that point. Yet.
The door to the garage is unlocked and Toby knows Sam has been planning something. "Sam," he says quietly, but Sam only presses down lightly. The bulge in Toby's pants grows slightly, and he takes deep breaths to try to calm down. "Sam," he says again, but this time the fingers press harder.
He isn't prepared for Sam to throw all his weight against him, sending him crashing to the wall. As he struggles to regain his footing, Sam snaps the cold steel against one of his wrists.
"Sam!" he yells, pulling back, but Sam is ready, snapping the other cuff around his wrists, trapping him against a pole.
"It's a darker corner," Sam says. "No-one should be coming for a while. Depends on how quiet you keep."
"This isn't funny."
"No, it's not."
"Sam, let me go."
"No."
He moves for Toby, and Toby can only jerk back out of the way, snapping against the restraints. "Sam!"
"Shhh," Sam says, holding a finger to his lips. "Three times, Toby. Who is she?"
Toby looks panicked again. "No-one, Sam. No-one. There are other-"
Sam lunges again and Toby lets out a strangled cry as again the cuffs keep him from moving out of Sam's reach. He can't move as Sam undoes his belt, slips it off carefully, folds it over in his hands. He's scared slightly, of what Sam will do.
"Sam … please." He watches his belt, watches it fold and unfold in Sam's hands.
Sam wraps one hand around Toby's neck, finds his pressure point, and brushes the buckle down Toby's cheek, runs it across his lips. Toby opens his mouth to speak, but Sam thrusts the buckle in, fingers pressing lightly. A moan escapes Toby, a small unconscious one and Sam smiles, moving the buckle in and out slowly. Every time Toby tries to move back, tries to speak, Sam presses down his fingers lightly and Toby obeys. There's no sense in not; he's handcuffed to a pole. Not obeying won't get him uncuffed from the pole.
Sam knows what to wait for, watching the tail of the belt as it skims across Toby's pants. "Good boy," Sam murmurs, holding the buckle in before letting go of it. Toby obeys simply, keeping the buckle in his mouth, watching Sam with careful eyes. Sam's free hand trails to Toby's pants, slowly undoing the zipper.
Toby moans again, moving his body back slightly. With one hand, Sam slips the button undone. Moving his hand back to the buckle, he pushes on it gently; a reminder to keep it in before moving both hands down to pull down Toby's pants. They pool at his feet and Sam pulls on the belt, Toby steps forward, his eyes still careful and cautious, but his body reacting to Sam. Sam smiles, strokes Toby's erection through the cloth of the boxers. Toby moves, this time closer to Sam, thrusting his hips into Sam's hand. Sam moves his hand back and Toby growls in frustration.
Sam takes the tail of the belt, uses it to stroke Toby and when Toby cannot take it anymore, he presses his head against the pole, gasps. The buckle falls.
"You shouldn't have done that," Sam says. "Patience. Unless you want to tell me who she is?"
"No-one," Toby growls with effort, his breath short. "Please …"
Toby's head is down and Sam takes the opportunity to push down on it, forcing Toby to his knees. "Please," Toby begs again. "Take them off."
Sam responds by holding the buckle back to Toby's mouth, his hands curled back around his neck. Toby groans through his pressed lips. Sam presses, hard and Toby gasps, the buckle back in his mouth. Sam keeps a hand on Toby's head, moves around his bag, pulls out something Toby can't see.
He hears the rip of the tape and tries to stand, but Sam is quick, his hand firm on his head, holding him down. Toby clamps his mouth over the buckle, tries to say sorry, but Sam tears two pieces off with his teeth, then secures the buckle in place. He smiles at Toby, who looks pleadingly back at him.
Again Sam takes up the tail of the belt, rubs it across Toby's clothed erection, then down his boxers. At the touch of leather, Toby's eyes close and his hands clench into fists. Sam covers the fists with his hands, pushes them down to the concrete floor so Toby is on hands and knees, the curve of the belt nudging the pole.
Sam kneels behind Toby, wraps the leather around Toby's erection and squeezes, lightly. There is a muffled noise from Toby and Sam repeats the gesture quickly. When he feels Toby start to cum he lets go, eliciting a strangled cry from Toby.
He smiles, moves his hands to Toby's hips, grips them firmly as he grinds, fully clothed against Toby. Toby makes another noise and Sam moves one hand up, covers Toby's gagged mouth and thrusts again. The buckle pushes against the tape, against Sam's hand, but holds firm. He thrusts twice more, hand clamped tightly against Toby's mouth.
"Good boy," Sam whispers, pulling the boxers down, taking care to leave the tail of the belt against Toby's erection for as long as possible. Toby writhes against the bonds, dropping his head to his hands, watching the tail drag across the dusty floor. He screams when the familiar cold of the lube is smeared between his cheeks. He pushes forward, his hands scrabbling with limited movement for the tail of the belt, but Sam is quicker, moving it to the back of his neck, securing it with another piece of tape. When he is finished with that, he pushes down on the belt, right on Toby's pressure point, and Toby cries out, though it is muffled by the buckle and tape.
He tries to move his face closer to his hands, but Sam is ready for that as well; he pulls up on the handcuffs until they are above Toby's head. He holds them with one hand while he continues with the lube. When he is ready, he lets go of them, his hard cock between Toby's cheeks. Toby writhes some more, but Sam holds his hips firm, pushes carefully. Toby stops writhing when Sam starts to enter him. He struggles again as Sam pulls back carefully, then thrusts again.
Toby's cock dribbles cum as Sam thrusts again and again. When he is ready, he moves both hands to Toby's throbbing cock, squeezing intently until Toby comes. He follows soon after, pulling out and collapsing next to the older man.
Toby waits, unsure of what is to come. Soon Sam is sliding Toby's knees apart, thrusting his head in the gap and licking Toby's now limp cock. It doesn't take long for Toby to grow hard again, thrusting against Sam's mouth and Sam eager to take him.
When he is about to cum, Sam pulls back and away. Toby screams through the gag and Sam only smiles, tugs up on the handcuffs, forcing Toby to stand.
"Are you going to tell me who she is?" Sam asks sweetly and Toby nods furiously. The duct tape is off, though Sam holds the buckle carefully against Toby's lips. "Who is she, Toby?"
"No-one, S-"
The buckle is back in, Sam moving in back and forth, in and out, furiously. He leans close, pulls it out, fills the gap with his mouth, presses his tongue into Toby's mouth, swirling angrily. He bites Toby's lip, pulls him closer, their erections brushing each other. Toby moans, tries to move his hands.
The clatter of the chains seems to stop Sam, who is staring at them, transfixed. He pulls the key from his breast pocket, holds it a moment, then tosses it behind Toby, who tries to watch where it lands. Sam smiles, presses the buckle back to Toby's mouth, tears off two more pieces of tape and again holds the gag in place.
Sam runs his tongue along the gag, leans over to Toby's ear, bites it gently. Toby moans again, tries to move closer to Sam, who moves away. He moves closer, runs his tongue again over the gag. Toby tries to predict where he'll move next, tries to move that way. Sam is unpredictable, moving his tongue where he can. Each lick sends Toby closer to the edge.
"You're right," Sam says, licking up Toby's torso. "There was no-one. But since you enjoy this so much …"
He moves his head down, licks Toby's cock. "I'll just keep doing it."
Toby shudders once, his second orgasm spilling across the concrete floor.
Sam just looks at him and smiles.