fic: Won't Break (4/?)
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/OCs
Word Count: 860+
Warnings/kinks: noncon, bondage, vouyerism, gags/silence, toys/objects, spit roasting, spanking
Author's note: None.
Prompt: Blaine is abducted by two guys who think he's a spy and try to get a confession and information out of him in a very sexual way. [Full prompt here.]
When Blaine woke up he found himself very uncomfortable. There was no light in the room besides a single lamp illuminating him; no windows gave no sunlight and no overhead lights were turned on. He looked forwards and found a full-length mirror in front of him and through the mirror saw one behind him, showing him exactly how stuck he was and what condition he was in. Only one word came to mind when he saw the state of himself: debauched. His hair was skewed, pieces sticking up at different angles from the fingers that held it; his face was covered in dried white cum, his lips chapped and breaking; and he could see the welts covering his ass.
Slowly he tried to move every part of his body. He started with his arms. Fingers: no. Looking in the mirror he could see some kind of glove surrounding his fingers, balling them into a fist. Then he tried his arms. They were tied out straight behind him. He moved them down but howled in pain. Moving them down made the hook in his ass pull up. He looked up and saw the pulley above his head, connecting the hook to his arms.
Next he checked the movement in his lower half. Toes: check. Ankles: No. His ankles were bound together by what felt like a leather belt. He tried to move them side-to-side: no luck. They also seemed to be tied down to some kind of large staple stuck into the ground. Then his knees: no. They were also tied together.
There were no binds on anything above his knees, besides his arms, and yet he was completely stuck.
He tried to escape, pulling up on his legs, pulling forwards, nothing. The only thing he accomplished was getting the hook further fixed in his ass. His knees ached under him but sitting down pulled his arms painfully.
The silence in the room drove him mad. He had no idea how long he’d been there or what time it was. But what felt like hours later but might have been days or minutes, one man walked in.
“I thought we could have a little fun. Just the two of us,” said Blonde Guy. “But don’t worry. Only for a few minutes. Then you can go back to sitting and stewing. Unless…you want to just talk and end all of this.”
“I have nothing to say,” he hissed through his teeth.
The guy shrugged. “Alright then.” He stepped in front of Blaine, his hard cock bobbing. “Suck it.” Revived a bit from before he refused. “Seriously? Can’t you just take the punishment for not talking like a fucking man?”
“Fuck you.”
As he opened his mouth to say that, the man shoved his fist in. “Gottcha.” From there he was able to slide his dick in and started humping. He held Blaine’s hair, using it to fuck Blaine’s face. Blaine coughed around the dick but the man didn’t stop.
“Who are you working for?” he questioned, pulling his dick out. Blaine gasped in a breath. The man dived back in. As he fucked Blaine’s face he played with the rope, moving it side to side, causing the hook to move around in Blaine’s ass. “Who are you working for?” he repeated, pulling out again. Blaine shook his head ‘no’ as he coughed and sputtered. Blonde guy pushed back in. He continued that way until sticky white strings released all over Blaine’s mouth.
“I promise, my next trick for you will be even less fun than the hook and some dick,” he threatened. “Last chance before I leave you here for as long as I want. Tell me what I want to know.”
“No.”
“Well, you asked for it.”
Before he left he reached back into the silver box. He pulled out what looked like a little black, plastic cock attached to a leather band with a pump attached. Walking back over to Blaine’s front, he forced the tip of the gag into Blaine’s mouth before strapping it behind his head. Then he inflated it until in was touching the back of his throat and opening his mouth widely.
“Think about what I said,” he said before walking out.
Hours later, Blaine hadn’t slept a wink. He was still uncomfortably bound, keeping as calm as possible to keep his nose clear since he couldn’t breath around the gag. His knees, ass, and throat were. He didn’t know when he’d eaten or drunken anything last. The door creaked open behind him and someone walked in. It was a new man. The man had a bushy beard and was bald. He walked in front of Blaine and took out the gag, holding a bottle of water in front of Blaine. He opened the bottle and held it to Blaine’s lips. Blaine greedily drank until it was empty, not knowing when he’d get water next.
After, the man took a needle, grabbed Blaine’s arm, and stuck the needle in. With that, he walked out. Blaine wondered if it was another sedative, which, was quickly verified when his eyes began to close and the man walked out of the room.