Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) (10 page)

“Wait,” Jeff said as Danny secured his ankle
chain to the hook, “what are you doing?”

Unfazed by the sudden panic in Jeff’s voice,
Danny moved onto the bed, climbing over top of Jeff. “The only
reason Mason hasn’t killed you is because he thinks you can replace
Eric,” he said. “He thinks that’s what I want from you. We need him
to continue thinking that.”

Over Danny’s left shoulder, Jeff finally
noticed the security camera bolted to the ceiling in the corner of
the room. They were being watched.

“He can’t hear us,” Danny said, “but he is
most certainly watching us.”

“So… you’re just going to fuck me then?”

Danny didn’t respond, choosing instead to
lick his palm, which was response enough for Jeff. He brought his
wet hand down to Jeff’s ass, smearing the saliva over the
restrained captive’s exposed hole in order to try and give him some
semblance of lubrication. Jeff squirmed at the sensation, quivering
with nervous anticipation. “Just… wait… I’ve never been fucked
before…”

Danny gave Jeff a sympathetic frown. “We’ve
got to give him what he wants. And you should consider yourself
lucky. My first day at the motel, I was getting fists up my ass. No
one eased me into anything…”

Danny positioned himself over Jeff, the tip
of his hardened cock knocking directly on Jeff’s back door. “Just
keep breathing, and stay relaxed,” he said, staring down into
Jeff’s eyes as he slowly started bucking forward.

Jeff’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp,
Danny’s cock piercing its way past his sphincter before he could
get another word out. He breathed deep, trying his best to ignore
the impulses screaming at him to panic, to tense up. He thought
back to the theater, to the way he had resisted the dildo, and how
intensely uncomfortable it had felt at first. But now, with Danny,
something was different. He was… taking it. He didn’t know if it
was simply the fact that he had been drugged, but he was letting it
happen. And with Danny staring down at him, and his dreams of
submission fresh on his mind, Jeff knew something else, as
well.

A very strong part of him
wanted
it.

“There you go,” Danny whispered, watching
Jeff tilt his head back and moan as he finished burying his final
inch up the slave’s ass. He held it still for a few moments,
allowing Jeff to adjust to the sensation, his inner muscles
stretching to accommodate. Gradually, his face began to fall, until
his forehead was resting against Jeff’s. Within seconds, the two of
them were breathing in sync, their chests rising and falling
together.

“Are you ready for more?” Danny whispered.
Jeff’s response was practically instantaneous.

“
Yes
…” he moaned out, stopping just
short of adding, “please.”

With that word landing on his ear, with his
forehead still pressed against Jeff’s, with his lips caught in each
one of Jeff’s warm, gasping breaths, Danny slowly pulled back, then
bucked forward once more, a quick, clean thrust that firmly
re-inserted himself within the bound, helpless slave. Jeff grunted,
sustaining a low, murmuring growl that seemed to come straight from
the pit of his stomach as Danny continued bucking in and out of
him. His breath grew into a shaky shudder, his entire body
quivering. Between his legs, his cock was quickly growing firm,
veins bulging out from his sizable shaft.

“That’s it,” Danny whispered, his lips
brushing against Jeff’s as he spoke. “Embrace it…”

“
Fuck yes
…” Jeff whimpered without so
much as a thought. He was operating on autopilot right now,
submitting himself beneath Danny, letting himself go somewhere his
subconscious only dared tread while dreaming. It was all the same,
he realized. Whether he was awake or asleep, lucid or hysterical,
this was what he craved now. The seductive draw of submission had
been forced into him, if it hadn’t secretly already been there
before. And now, trapped beneath this muscular slave and his
piston-like cock, there was nothing for Jeff to do but let that
sense of submission overpower him completely.

This was why when Danny allowed his parting
lips to land directly over Jeff’s, there was absolutely no
hesitation from the slave. Jeff arched his neck forward, pressing
his mouth back against Danny’s, taking the top’s tongue into his
mouth and returning the gesture. The pretense of a ruse for Mason’s
benefit seemed ridiculous now – Danny wanted this just as badly as
Jeff did, the two of them kissing each other with a deep sense of
urgency and almost reckless intimacy. Jeff let himself spiral into
the kiss, his stream of consciousness blurring even further toward
a muddled, incomprehensible garble. Even if it was becoming clear
that there was more to Danny’s motivations than he had let on, even
if perhaps Mason was correct in thinking that Jeff might be capable
of replacing Eric, and that such a replacement might be enough to
placate Danny back into embracing his place as ‘X,’ none of that
mattered right now. Jeff was in no place to process such
implications. It would all have to wait.

Right now, Jeff Kenton was getting
fucked
.

Danny broke the kiss and opened his eyes to
find Jeff staring back up at him with a newfound intensity. He knew
that look, recognized it as if he were seeing it in himself.

More
, it said.
Harder
.

So Danny obliged, intensifying his thrusts
until his grunts matched the sounds of pained ecstasy being
hammered out of Jeff. He gradually sped his rhythm as the two of
them continued echoing each other, until the waves of pleasure they
were experiencing seemed to reflect endlessly between them, trapped
like light caught between parallel mirrors. Jeff’s gasping breaths
grew shakier and shakier, a cold sweat breaking out across his
muscular chest as each one of Danny’s thrusts seemed to land with
more of an impact than the last. Danny grimaced and buried his face
in the pillow beside Jeff’s head, his climax fast approaching.
Biting his lip, he held in a wail of pleasure as desperate to
escape him as the cum within his cock. Jeff bit into Danny’s
shoulder, sucking gently and muffling his own cries of pleasure and
sensory overload.

Danny was thrusting into Jeff at a
rapid-fire rate by now, as quickly and urgently as he knew how. He
curled his fingers into Jeff’s hair, clawing and pulling at it as
he drew closer and closer to orgasm.

“
Cum inside me
,” Jeff rasped, his
voice desperate and insistent. “
Please, Danny
…”

The words put Danny over the edge, bringing
a loud, long moan out of him. With Jeff’s clear green light, there
was no stopping it. His climax arrived, his every muscle growing
stiff with the pure, concentrated pleasure of sex rippling through
his flesh. His cock began bursting with cum, shooting a thick,
bountiful load deep within Jeff’s ass, the two of them moaning in
unison. A red-faced Danny fell down over top of Jeff, the two of
them struggling to catch their breath together, Jeff’s ass still
clenching tightly around Danny’s dick. They might as well have
melted together into a single being.

“Are you all right?” Danny finally asked,
pulling up to look Jeff in the eye again. Staring up at him as if
he were looking at him for the first time, Jeff nodded slowly, a
shiver coming over him as he tried to wrap his mind around what had
just happened. He realized that he couldn’t. Maybe a part of him
simply didn’t want to.

And so, slave to the moment, and to his
corrupted instincts, Jeff jerked upwards against his restraints,
aggressively landing his mouth over top of Danny’s, craning his
neck to kiss him as hard as he possibly could. Danny welcomed
Jeff’s tongue into his mouth, one more shaky breath passing between
the two of them, a gentle whimper of release escaping Jeff’s
throat.

“Is it… it just the drugs?” Jeff murmured,
momentarily pulling back from the kiss. Danny opened his eyes,
coming out of the moment himself.

“What do you mean?”

“It just feels so
fucking good
…” Jeff
said, his voice a strange mixture of certainty, weakness, and
shame. Danny sighed, lowering his forehead and resting it back
against Jeff’s.

“I don’t know,” he finally said. “Maybe. I
remember when I was new here. When I was like you. Mason told me I
would like the things that were done to me. He told me I wouldn’t
have a choice.”

Jeff forced a swallow, his mouth suddenly
dry as he thought of his own conflicting fears and desires. “Was he
right?”

“I didn’t want him to be,” Danny said.

Jeff swallowed again, almost afraid to
speak. “So what happens now?”

A look of determination came over Danny’s
face. “Like I said, we keep giving him what he wants. We don’t
fight. But at the same time, we hold on to who we really are. I
couldn’t do that on my own, but with you here, I think I can.
Sooner or later, we’ll catch them off guard.”

“And we escape…” Jeff whispered, a part of
him scared of even saying the word out loud.

“That’s right,” Danny said. “We escape.”

They looked deep into each other’s eyes, a
silent, solemn vow forging between them. Then, the moment
overcoming both of them, their mouths came together once more in a
slow, steady, passionate embrace. It was a different kind of kiss,
a slow burn as opposed to the spontaneous combustion of before.
This wasn’t a kiss for the cameras, or a kiss in the heat of
physical ecstasy. This was a kiss between two desperate, powerless
beings with no choice but to bond together however they possibly
could.

Slowly, it intensified, with Danny running
his fingers through Jeff’s hair, the two of them moaning gently
back and forth into each other’s mouths. Danny slid his tongue down
over Jeff’s neck, kissing, licking, and biting at it, then on down
to his shoulder, then further south, kissing the slave’s pectoral
muscle and nipple. Grabbing the backs of Jeff’s legs, Danny began
massaging the slave’s thighs and pushing his legs back even
farther, arching his lower back up off the bed, spreading his legs
apart, and further exposing his ass. He continued working his way
south, his lips and face brushing past the tip of Jeff’s cock, the
tip of his tongue dancing down the base of Jeff’s scrotum, until
finally, his face was perfectly positioned between Jeff’s cheeks,
his mouth finding its way over Jeff’s hole. Jeff tilted his head
back at the sensation, gasping loudly, his Adam’s apple bulging out
from his throat. Within seconds, he could feel Danny’s tongue
sliding inside of him, his lips cupping around his rim and
sucking…

“Oh
fuck
,” Jeff gasped as Danny began
repeatedly lapping his tongue over his hole in slow, broad licks,
collecting each droplet of hot cum in his mouth as it oozed
out.

“Mmm-hmm,” Danny murmured, his mouth quickly
filling with his own sticky mess. He planted one last kiss over
Jeff’s ass, then began moving back up over top of the willing
bottom, until his face was hovering just a few inches over Jeff’s.
Instinctively, with his eyes locked on Danny’s, Jeff opened his
mouth wide, breathing with heavy expectation as he extended his
tongue. Danny pursed his lips, a thin trail of semen beginning to
drizzle out of his mouth, landing in the back of Jeff’s. The slave
closed his eyes as the familiar taste began to pool in the back of
his throat. He found himself savoring it, focusing so intently on
the flavor that it caught him off guard when Danny suddenly pressed
their mouths together, passing his tongue into Jeff’s mouth and
with it, the entire load of cum. Jeff gave a muffled, startled
grunt, but quickly fell under the spell of the intoxicating fluid,
sucking the taste straight off of Danny’s tongue, then returning
the favor and pushing the load back up into Danny’s mouth with his
own tongue. And as they continued kissing like this, passing
Danny’s load back and forth with their tongues, Danny’s cock found
its way back to Jeff’s ass, its tip grazing against Jeff’s hole.
Jeff opened his eyes at the sensation, and, looking up at Danny,
gave a slow nod of approval through their kiss.

Not a moment later, Danny had buried his
entire shaft back where it belonged – directly up Jeff’s ass. Jeff
nodded through their kiss again, eagerly bucking his hips into
Danny, desperate to take as much of the top’s cock as he could. Not
wasting any time, Danny began fucking the bound slave again, not
easing him into anything anymore. There was passion and intense
desire in each thrust, with Danny grunting with a pained exertion
that Jeff hadn’t heard from him before. Within just a few seconds,
Danny was humping as hard as he could, an almost angry sort of sex,
reaming Jeff’s ass as hard and as desperately as he could. And Jeff
was taking it… not just taking it – Jeff was
loving
it.

“Don’t stop, Danny,” he cried out.
“
Please
…”

But Danny cut him off, clamping a hand down
over his mouth, a pained grimace on his face as he started to feel
a second climax coming. The gesture only turned Jeff on even more,
and soon, with Danny’s dick still jackhammering in and out of his
ass, he realized that he himself was cumming uncontrollably, and
this in spite of the fact that his cock had gone more or less
untouched. This development was hardly lost on Danny, with Jeff’s
fresh cum splashing over his abdomen, a sensation that practically
put him over the edge.

“Oh
fuckkk
…” Danny moaned, his climax
starting to hit, another quick burst of cum starting to shoot deep
within Jeff’s battered ass…

~*~

Mason drew a long puff from his cigar as he
leaned back in an oversized leather chair in his office, crossing a
leg over his lap as he gazed intently at the security footage
playing back on one of several monitors at his workstation. There,
on the screen, filling Jeff with cum, was the X he’d once known,
the eager young sexual submissive desperate for nothing more than
the release that only his master could grant. Mason smiled as he
exhaled, the smoke obscuring the grainy black and white footage
before him. He pressed a key, pausing the video, then turned to
another monitor – a live image of Jeff asleep, his wrists still
chained to the wall above the bed.