Where were you all my life?
Title: Where were you all my life?
Author: Minesomine
Pairing: You can fill in yourself, whatever rocks your boat
Genre: Drama, Smut
Rating: hummm, R, I guess
Length: One chapter
Warning: Implied violence
Foreword: Ok. No names. You fill in the names you prefer.
Business man is attacked by a stranger one night. He manages to escape being raped and subdues the stranger managing to chain him up. Too angry to think straight he just punishes the stranger by rapping him. The next day he tries to interrogate him to find out why, but the stranger says nothing. Then the stranger asks to make a phone call and offers to do anything for a phone call. Business guy is too angry again, so punishes him by fucking his throat in such a way that when the stranger gets handed a phone he can’t actually say anything.
Lines italic. Thoughts from business guy in "..."
First day
Attack.
Payback - raw.
Second day
Interrogation.
- Everything for a phone call, not like you can fuck me much worse.
Payback - throat.
Phone number.
Rescuing old man next door.
Third day
Failed attack from another guy, too much stress.
Attempted interrogation but too broken. What is the matter with him?
Seducing, not working. "Come on, how can you resist my mouth on your dick?"
Phone call, update on old man.
Different mood. Seduction works. "Holly shit! His dick is huge!"
"Where were you all my life?"
Fourth day
Finally: food.
"Well, I remembered I can't let him die of hunger."
Change bedrooms?
Attempted escape.
Payback - raw
- You think you're escaping me?
Fifth day
Day starts with another update phone call.
Late at night, trying for seduction. Throat. This time his dick wakes up immediately.
Fingers. Shivers. Releases hand.
He offered to lube me up. And demonstrates how flexible and long his fingers are. He’s my prisoner but… I couldn't resist. I let his right hand loose and just one finger had me coming so hard.
He ends up free of the chains. I end up at his mercy.
I didn't realise until it was too late that he could walk away or kill me if he wanted to, how exactly that chain was… "Oh, God! Where were you all my life?
Damn, did I just say that out loud? He’s smiling. Bastard is smiling. I did say it out loud."
Another attack. He rescues me?
Still refusing to talk.
- Why won't you tell me who sent you and who keeps sending these guys?
Sixth day
Visit to the hospital to treat wounds. The third guy was a lot stronger.
I'm pissed off he managed to get away.
Confused that my prisoner actually rescued me. "Huh, good thing that in my sex haze I set him free."
Meeting the old man.
Have to stay at the hospital. My so called prisoner came as well. We end up alone in the room.
"Now I'm the one being seduced? Damn, it’s working."
Seventh day
Chatting with the old man.
Odd vibe, he’s no longer chained but he hasn't left.
Why won’t he tell me who hired him to hurt me? And come one, he’s a nice guy. After these few days I can tell he’s a decent guy, why on earth did he accept such an awful job?
Is he acting like my bodyguard?
Too many people around. First day with nothing. "Hummm…"
Eight day
I'm always with the old man. I like talking with him.
Still as my bodyguard, it’s weird but I'm going with the flow.
"I get the feeling he’s trying to protect me from whoever wants to hurt me. Don’t really understand why. When it was him attacking me and trying to rape me I simply raped him, chained him and left him with no food. Now that I think about it… How did I take him? Judging how he fought with the other attacker, he’s crazy stronger than me."
Alone… alone together but… it’s awkward. No sex again.
Ninth day
Old man.
Doctor tells me I'm released from the hospital. I want to go ask the old man home with me.
I hear him talking with the old man, so that’s his dad?
"Hummmm."
I bring the old man home with me.
He silently follows, coordinating my bodyguards. It’s funny how they just obey him.
Sigh. Still no sex.
Tenth day
I think I have the picture now. I just don’t know who wanted to attack me.
I'm feeling guilty for raping him. Even if I know that was what he was hired to do to me.
He really is in charge of my bodyguards.
Eleventh day
"Oh, God. Why did I decide to see him train the guards?"
He’s all sweaty and just in a wife beater and those muscles… "I can’t drool."
Wait, he’s tired now. Everyone left except the old man.
- Train me too!
I get a lucky hit but I'm amazed again how I escaped him the night he attacked me. But now I know him better. I escaped him and trapped him because he really didn't want to hurt me that night. He's a really good instructor. I go for another hit but he trips me, I pull him and he falls on top of me. "Isn't that so cliché?"
Too close. This is the fifth day with no sex and yet I have to see him all the time. His smell… His lips...
"Damn. Oh, crap, his dad is watching us."
"Uff!" He went to take his dad to rest. "I need a cold shower."
I let the water run down my body but nothing is taking my hunger away.
"Huh? Company?
My mouth is drooling, did he just position to be taken raw?
I shouldn’t, I can’t. But I do."
And then those fingers.
I am lost.
"Where were you all my life?"
Twelfth day
I could get used to waking up like this.
Too many business crap. I'm stressed. He offers his throat. "Oh, Lord." I can’t help being rough.
I confide in his dad.
But I don’t even know what I confided, I'm confused.
I finally seduce him again, but this time, I don’t let those fingers distract me. I lube him up. His moans send me to heaven.
I can totally get used to this.
Thirtieth day
I like waking up like this.
His throat works wonders. I just let him. It’s wonderful having him actually lick me and suck me instead of just fucking his throat.
Day starts slow. Regular day. And then...
Finally…
So it was this son of a bitch?
Sick stupid ex-boyfriend. Can’t believe I dated that guy, what was I thinking?
And for real? He can’t have me, he decides no one else will?
Good thing he really is stupid and instead of hiring more people he decided to come himself.
Police. What a mess. They find so much dirt on him he’s never leaving prison.
I notice one of the officers slipping my saviour an envelope. I think I know what that is and what it means.
So…
I am free now. And so is he.
I can get back to just needing regular protection. Sigh. Lucky me.
He spends time taking care of his dad and I'm trying to decide what is the matter with me.
Fourteenth day
I don’t want him to leave.
I don’t know if he wants to stay.
His dad is getting better now, the other guy is no longer a threat.
I try to get dad to confide in me, devil old man is smart.
And he, he keeps training my guards like nothing happened.
He didn't came to my room. I went to his.
He pounced me. "Damn, yes!"
I was totally fucked into that mattress.
"Where were you all my life?"
Fifteenth day
I'm cuddled and he’s hugging me.
Phone rings. Ah, stress already. I'm angry.
He gives me this look and next I know I'm abusing his throat and his hole and he’s moaning like crazy.
"Hey, I did managed to sneak some lube in there."
"God, I did rape him. But I am not raping him any more, I think. Damn, this is confusing.
I want to talk with him, I need to talk with him."
Hid dad has a relapse. We rush to the hospital.
He’s not hiding how worried he is. I say nothing.
We sleep cuddled together on the hospital sofa on his dad’s room.
Sixteenth day
I wake up to him calling the old man “Dad” in front of me.
Dad falls asleep again. He’ll be ok. I feel like I can breathe again.
He’s looking funny at me.
And asks me:
- Why?
- Why what?
- You found out he’s my dad, didn't you?
- Yes.
- Why didn't you say anything?
- I figured you were protecting him. Pretending not to know seemed to help.
- And why help someone you didn't know?
I sigh. So we are going to talk now? I go and sink on the sofa, too tired for more.
- I found him when I went to investigate the address to the phone number you gave me. No one knew who he was, no one cared. They would just let him die there, all alone. It annoyed me. I told my guards to take him to a hospital because maybe he might know you, but I just wanted to help him.
The guy that was supposed to be at that address taking care of your dad had run away. One of my guards found enough to figure you were being blackmailed by someone and that you were trying to keep your dad secret to protect him.
I also heard you two talking the day the doctor released me.
I thought that if I kept taking care of him that you would stay near me.
- Why?
- Why what?
He smiles.
- Why did you want me near you?
- The reason you agreed to obey that scum-bag was still over your head and I knew some other person would try again. You needed help and I needed help.
- And now?
- Now what?
He smiles again. That bastard.
I sigh. I’m suddenly too nervous for this.
- You need a job, a proper one that won’t give you reasons to be blackmailed. I need a good bodyguard. You already know enough of my business to believe that other than that scumbag I have to worry about my business associates.
I chuckle on that word. I am not exactly illegal but I have no way to avoid doing business with guys that are only legal on the side.
And… I look to his dad. Should I try?
- And your dad still needs specific care. If you go away, you need full time work, what about him? Besides, I really do like having him around.
I almost open my eyes wide open. That is true. I really do like the old man. Wish I had a dad like him.
I hear a sigh.
I look up. He’s looking at me in a very intense way. I swallow, my throat is dry. What is going on?
- You know, you could just ask.
- Ask what?
He laughs. Bastard.
- You sure you run a business? Sometimes you don’t sound very smart, you know? But ok. I will not torture you. Now come with me. And don’t you dare ask questions.
I get up and silently follow him.
He takes us to an empty room and after I enter he locks the door behind him.
Suddenly his mouth is in mine, and he’s hugging me so close even air has no room.
I don’t care any more. I just need him.
"Really, where were you all my life?"
Twentieth day
It’s almost three weeks since he came into my life.
I feel like laughing, should I write a “thank you” note to scum-bag for introducing us?
His dad came back home today.
I can’t even explain this feeling. The three of us are sitting watching tv. I'm cuddled but not in a manner that might be disrespectful to his dad. His dad just gives me this “I knew it” look. Damn devil old man.
I gave up trying to analyse our relationship.
I know I'm in love, I hope he likes me a little.
The phone rings. "Bah."
Why do these guys keep harassing me? I will not do illegal stuff. I want to punch something. And with his training I can actually inflict some damage. I think smoke is coming off my ears.
He goes down on my ear, speaking very softly so his dad doesn't hear him.
- Save that anger for later, I need you to take it out on me.
I shiver. My heart stops.
I whisper:
- What?
He smiles. Bastard.
Then he looks at me like he’s melting my insides.
- In case you haven’t noticed yet, I like you. And I am not going away. And much as I like being inside you or having you inside me, you now, lovingly, softly, lubbed up, fingered…
I gulp. Did he just say that?
- …what really turns me on is when you are so beside yourself you take me rough and hard.
He did.
A snore interrupts us. Dad fell asleep.
I smile. Oh, yes, I'm a bastard too.
I hold his hand, get up and grab him to our room. I plan on rough and hard and raw. Oh, God. Raw. Stupidly raw, remorselessly raw. And then I’ll make my penance with deliciously lubbed fingers inside him and pray he takes me at his mercy and does whatever he wants with me. Fingers, huge cock, everything.
Where were you all my life? Ah, who cares! Now you’re here.
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OBS: I liked this little story enough that I decided to give it a try and develop it into a chaptered fic.
Let me know which you like best.
The chaptered version will have a slightly different plot.
Here, Chapter 1, enjoy.
Author: Minesomine
Pairing: You can fill in yourself, whatever rocks your boat
Genre: Drama, Smut
Rating: hummm, R, I guess
Length: One chapter
Warning: Implied violence
Foreword: Ok. No names. You fill in the names you prefer.
Business man is attacked by a stranger one night. He manages to escape being raped and subdues the stranger managing to chain him up. Too angry to think straight he just punishes the stranger by rapping him. The next day he tries to interrogate him to find out why, but the stranger says nothing. Then the stranger asks to make a phone call and offers to do anything for a phone call. Business guy is too angry again, so punishes him by fucking his throat in such a way that when the stranger gets handed a phone he can’t actually say anything.
Lines italic. Thoughts from business guy in "..."
First day
Attack.
Payback - raw.
Second day
Interrogation.
- Everything for a phone call, not like you can fuck me much worse.
Payback - throat.
Phone number.
Rescuing old man next door.
Third day
Failed attack from another guy, too much stress.
Attempted interrogation but too broken. What is the matter with him?
Seducing, not working. "Come on, how can you resist my mouth on your dick?"
Phone call, update on old man.
Different mood. Seduction works. "Holly shit! His dick is huge!"
"Where were you all my life?"
Fourth day
Finally: food.
"Well, I remembered I can't let him die of hunger."
Change bedrooms?
Attempted escape.
Payback - raw
- You think you're escaping me?
Fifth day
Day starts with another update phone call.
Late at night, trying for seduction. Throat. This time his dick wakes up immediately.
Fingers. Shivers. Releases hand.
He offered to lube me up. And demonstrates how flexible and long his fingers are. He’s my prisoner but… I couldn't resist. I let his right hand loose and just one finger had me coming so hard.
He ends up free of the chains. I end up at his mercy.
I didn't realise until it was too late that he could walk away or kill me if he wanted to, how exactly that chain was… "Oh, God! Where were you all my life?
Damn, did I just say that out loud? He’s smiling. Bastard is smiling. I did say it out loud."
Another attack. He rescues me?
Still refusing to talk.
- Why won't you tell me who sent you and who keeps sending these guys?
Sixth day
Visit to the hospital to treat wounds. The third guy was a lot stronger.
I'm pissed off he managed to get away.
Confused that my prisoner actually rescued me. "Huh, good thing that in my sex haze I set him free."
Meeting the old man.
Have to stay at the hospital. My so called prisoner came as well. We end up alone in the room.
"Now I'm the one being seduced? Damn, it’s working."
Seventh day
Chatting with the old man.
Odd vibe, he’s no longer chained but he hasn't left.
Why won’t he tell me who hired him to hurt me? And come one, he’s a nice guy. After these few days I can tell he’s a decent guy, why on earth did he accept such an awful job?
Is he acting like my bodyguard?
Too many people around. First day with nothing. "Hummm…"
Eight day
I'm always with the old man. I like talking with him.
Still as my bodyguard, it’s weird but I'm going with the flow.
"I get the feeling he’s trying to protect me from whoever wants to hurt me. Don’t really understand why. When it was him attacking me and trying to rape me I simply raped him, chained him and left him with no food. Now that I think about it… How did I take him? Judging how he fought with the other attacker, he’s crazy stronger than me."
Alone… alone together but… it’s awkward. No sex again.
Ninth day
Old man.
Doctor tells me I'm released from the hospital. I want to go ask the old man home with me.
I hear him talking with the old man, so that’s his dad?
"Hummmm."
I bring the old man home with me.
He silently follows, coordinating my bodyguards. It’s funny how they just obey him.
Sigh. Still no sex.
Tenth day
I think I have the picture now. I just don’t know who wanted to attack me.
I'm feeling guilty for raping him. Even if I know that was what he was hired to do to me.
He really is in charge of my bodyguards.
Eleventh day
"Oh, God. Why did I decide to see him train the guards?"
He’s all sweaty and just in a wife beater and those muscles… "I can’t drool."
Wait, he’s tired now. Everyone left except the old man.
- Train me too!
I get a lucky hit but I'm amazed again how I escaped him the night he attacked me. But now I know him better. I escaped him and trapped him because he really didn't want to hurt me that night. He's a really good instructor. I go for another hit but he trips me, I pull him and he falls on top of me. "Isn't that so cliché?"
Too close. This is the fifth day with no sex and yet I have to see him all the time. His smell… His lips...
"Damn. Oh, crap, his dad is watching us."
"Uff!" He went to take his dad to rest. "I need a cold shower."
I let the water run down my body but nothing is taking my hunger away.
"Huh? Company?
My mouth is drooling, did he just position to be taken raw?
I shouldn’t, I can’t. But I do."
And then those fingers.
I am lost.
"Where were you all my life?"
Twelfth day
I could get used to waking up like this.
Too many business crap. I'm stressed. He offers his throat. "Oh, Lord." I can’t help being rough.
I confide in his dad.
But I don’t even know what I confided, I'm confused.
I finally seduce him again, but this time, I don’t let those fingers distract me. I lube him up. His moans send me to heaven.
I can totally get used to this.
Thirtieth day
I like waking up like this.
His throat works wonders. I just let him. It’s wonderful having him actually lick me and suck me instead of just fucking his throat.
Day starts slow. Regular day. And then...
Finally…
So it was this son of a bitch?
Sick stupid ex-boyfriend. Can’t believe I dated that guy, what was I thinking?
And for real? He can’t have me, he decides no one else will?
Good thing he really is stupid and instead of hiring more people he decided to come himself.
Police. What a mess. They find so much dirt on him he’s never leaving prison.
I notice one of the officers slipping my saviour an envelope. I think I know what that is and what it means.
So…
I am free now. And so is he.
I can get back to just needing regular protection. Sigh. Lucky me.
He spends time taking care of his dad and I'm trying to decide what is the matter with me.
Fourteenth day
I don’t want him to leave.
I don’t know if he wants to stay.
His dad is getting better now, the other guy is no longer a threat.
I try to get dad to confide in me, devil old man is smart.
And he, he keeps training my guards like nothing happened.
He didn't came to my room. I went to his.
He pounced me. "Damn, yes!"
I was totally fucked into that mattress.
"Where were you all my life?"
Fifteenth day
I'm cuddled and he’s hugging me.
Phone rings. Ah, stress already. I'm angry.
He gives me this look and next I know I'm abusing his throat and his hole and he’s moaning like crazy.
"Hey, I did managed to sneak some lube in there."
"God, I did rape him. But I am not raping him any more, I think. Damn, this is confusing.
I want to talk with him, I need to talk with him."
Hid dad has a relapse. We rush to the hospital.
He’s not hiding how worried he is. I say nothing.
We sleep cuddled together on the hospital sofa on his dad’s room.
Sixteenth day
I wake up to him calling the old man “Dad” in front of me.
Dad falls asleep again. He’ll be ok. I feel like I can breathe again.
He’s looking funny at me.
And asks me:
- Why?
- Why what?
- You found out he’s my dad, didn't you?
- Yes.
- Why didn't you say anything?
- I figured you were protecting him. Pretending not to know seemed to help.
- And why help someone you didn't know?
I sigh. So we are going to talk now? I go and sink on the sofa, too tired for more.
- I found him when I went to investigate the address to the phone number you gave me. No one knew who he was, no one cared. They would just let him die there, all alone. It annoyed me. I told my guards to take him to a hospital because maybe he might know you, but I just wanted to help him.
The guy that was supposed to be at that address taking care of your dad had run away. One of my guards found enough to figure you were being blackmailed by someone and that you were trying to keep your dad secret to protect him.
I also heard you two talking the day the doctor released me.
I thought that if I kept taking care of him that you would stay near me.
- Why?
- Why what?
He smiles.
- Why did you want me near you?
- The reason you agreed to obey that scum-bag was still over your head and I knew some other person would try again. You needed help and I needed help.
- And now?
- Now what?
He smiles again. That bastard.
I sigh. I’m suddenly too nervous for this.
- You need a job, a proper one that won’t give you reasons to be blackmailed. I need a good bodyguard. You already know enough of my business to believe that other than that scumbag I have to worry about my business associates.
I chuckle on that word. I am not exactly illegal but I have no way to avoid doing business with guys that are only legal on the side.
And… I look to his dad. Should I try?
- And your dad still needs specific care. If you go away, you need full time work, what about him? Besides, I really do like having him around.
I almost open my eyes wide open. That is true. I really do like the old man. Wish I had a dad like him.
I hear a sigh.
I look up. He’s looking at me in a very intense way. I swallow, my throat is dry. What is going on?
- You know, you could just ask.
- Ask what?
He laughs. Bastard.
- You sure you run a business? Sometimes you don’t sound very smart, you know? But ok. I will not torture you. Now come with me. And don’t you dare ask questions.
I get up and silently follow him.
He takes us to an empty room and after I enter he locks the door behind him.
Suddenly his mouth is in mine, and he’s hugging me so close even air has no room.
I don’t care any more. I just need him.
"Really, where were you all my life?"
Twentieth day
It’s almost three weeks since he came into my life.
I feel like laughing, should I write a “thank you” note to scum-bag for introducing us?
His dad came back home today.
I can’t even explain this feeling. The three of us are sitting watching tv. I'm cuddled but not in a manner that might be disrespectful to his dad. His dad just gives me this “I knew it” look. Damn devil old man.
I gave up trying to analyse our relationship.
I know I'm in love, I hope he likes me a little.
The phone rings. "Bah."
Why do these guys keep harassing me? I will not do illegal stuff. I want to punch something. And with his training I can actually inflict some damage. I think smoke is coming off my ears.
He goes down on my ear, speaking very softly so his dad doesn't hear him.
- Save that anger for later, I need you to take it out on me.
I shiver. My heart stops.
I whisper:
- What?
He smiles. Bastard.
Then he looks at me like he’s melting my insides.
- In case you haven’t noticed yet, I like you. And I am not going away. And much as I like being inside you or having you inside me, you now, lovingly, softly, lubbed up, fingered…
I gulp. Did he just say that?
- …what really turns me on is when you are so beside yourself you take me rough and hard.
He did.
A snore interrupts us. Dad fell asleep.
I smile. Oh, yes, I'm a bastard too.
I hold his hand, get up and grab him to our room. I plan on rough and hard and raw. Oh, God. Raw. Stupidly raw, remorselessly raw. And then I’ll make my penance with deliciously lubbed fingers inside him and pray he takes me at his mercy and does whatever he wants with me. Fingers, huge cock, everything.
Where were you all my life? Ah, who cares! Now you’re here.
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OBS: I liked this little story enough that I decided to give it a try and develop it into a chaptered fic.
Let me know which you like best.
The chaptered version will have a slightly different plot.
Here, Chapter 1, enjoy.