Beware the bull
Introduction:
This is the first story I’m posting here, and it’s the first chapter of a new series, so I hope you all enjoy it 🙂
bright source of light pointing to his face. It took him a while to
awaken from his slumber and assess his current situation: he was
laying on a shabby double bed with two pillows, to its side there was
a nightstand with a jar of water, an empty glass, a pill laid on top
of a piece of paper and a piece of cake. There was no other furniture
in the room. He still wore the same salmon polo shirt and khaki shorts
from last night, but his shoes were on the ground by the bed.
The questions bothering Calvin at that moment where ‘where the hell am
I’ and ‘what the hell am I doing here’.
Still confused, he got up and felt suddenly dazed, being forced to sit
down again to recollect his forces. Only then Calvin noticed that
there was a stinging red spot in his forearm, begging to be
scratched. There was a small and faint but noticeable red dot in the
middle of it, too. A kind of bruise commonly created by a needle, he
thought.
After getting up a second time, he walked to the open window. A pair
of thin bed sheets, dancing to the wind and barely blocking the
sunlight, were used as a make-shift curtain, held up by a pair of
clothespins. Calvin pulled them apart and a gust of wind brought the
scents of grass, rain and flowers to his nose as they revealed iron
bars blocking the passage to outside.
The scenery was foreign to him: hills covered by forests everywhere he
could see, with only one or two houses far in the horizon. Few areas
for plantations, too. Near to his room was a reasonably vast empty
area, with about 50mt of nothing but freshly cut grass.
Calvin put his hands in his head and breathed heavily. “Okay, okay,
calm down. Try to remember, how have I come here? Where was I
yesterday?” He turned around, spotted the door and instantly ran
towards it.
It wouldn’t open. “Hello?” he screamed. “Anyone? I’m locked in here.
Is anyone here?”
A few seconds have passed. No sounds from the other side. He kept
knocking, then punching the door. “Hello? Anyone! Please, help!”
—
“You’re an idiot and an asshole, Calvin, that’s why!”
“Shuddup, Reg, fuck off!” Calvin scoffed, one hand holding a cold
compress in his right eye and the other swirling a glass of whiskey.
“How’s that MY FAULT? He charged at me, you saw it!”
“Yeah, because you took his girlfriend off his arms and pulled her for
a kiss, perhaps that was it? Tsc, Calvin,” Reg said, pushing his juice
away from him, “you can’t just do what the hell you want. You’re not
above others.”
“That only happened because that idiot has no idea who I am! He’s
probably new in this club, everyone knows about me here.”
“Calvin, you’re nothing, you’re a fucking joke. Your father is
something, you’re just taking advantage of his power. I’m fucking done
with you,” said Reg as he hammered some money on the counter. “Keep
the change,” he said to the bartender, “and good luck driving yourself
home, you drunk jerk.”
Calvin just shrugged as Reg left. “As if I needed you! Please, pour
one more for me,” he added, raising the glass to the bartender.
“Right away, sir,” the bartender answered. “Rough night, huh? I’m
still impressed the bouncer didn’t throw you both out. I was told
people here doesn’t care much for prestige when it comes to
troublemakers,” he said, pouring one more shot to Calvin.
“Are you new here? These people respect me. They know it wasn’t my
fault,” Calvin said, drinking the shot in one go.
“If you say so.”
“Humph,” Calvin said. He turned his eyes to the bartender to check on
his likeness. Indeed, he had no recollection of seeing him here. A
tall, muscular man, well trimmed beard, pointed chin and gray hair on
his temples. “I’ll let that go for now. Go find someone else to
bother, I’ll go dance.”
The bartender put the whiskey bottle down and excused himself. “Enjoy
your night, sir.”
Calvin waited for the bartender to turn away and cunningly snatched
the bottle away. “That’s on you,” he whispered to himself, then threw
the compress to the other side of the counter and left to the dance
floor.
It was as if nothing happened: Calvin was back on aggressively hitting
on women, although with diminishing success due to his drunkenness and
his not-so-charming alcoholic breath. Defeated, he leaned on a wall
safe from the bouncer’s vigilant eyes and set to finish the bottle
until he crossed sights with a woman standing on steps on the opposite
side of the hall, above the people dancing. She smiled at him, then
delved into the crowd.
Only to reappear right in front of Calvin.
Ebony skin, with a voluminous Afro hair and thick lips. Likely older
than him as well, Calvin thought. “You’re not going to finish this by
yourself, will you?” She said, closing the gap between their bodies
and grabbing the bottle.
“Maybe?” He answered, closing the grip on the bottle and bringing it
closer to him to further close the gap between them. “What’s in it for
me for sharing the bottle?”
“Oh, quite the negotiator, aren’t you? This is one of the expensive
ones, right? I’ve never tried that one. Come on and be a gentleman,
okay? How about a kiss?”
Calvin smiled and gently held her chin with his thumb and pointer.
“Now that’s some offer. How about you pay me now?”
The woman wrapped her free arm around his neck and gently touched his
lips but parted ways as he tried to slither his tongue in her
mouth. “How about I drink some to get in the mood?” She said, grazing
her knee against Calvin’s crotch.
“Fair enough,” he said, handing her the bottle but taking it away
after she took the first sip. “A fair trade for what you gave me. Make
me happy and you can have the whole bottle,” he said, pulling her
towards him and whispering in her ear. “How about you stroke my cock,
right here, right now?”
The woman gasped but didn’t push him away. “You’re bold. I can see
you’re mad,” she added, gently circling the bruise around Calvin’s eye
with her finger, “and I imagine you don’t have any more pride to lose
today, am I right?”
Calvin scowled. “Are you going to do it or not? Listen, I can have
anyone else-“
Calvin stopped as soon as he realized she unfastened his belt and
unbuttoned his pants. “Shh, I don’t want people to notice what we’re
doing.” She pulled Calvin’s half-stiff cock out and discreetly stroked
it, hiding the act with her body as much as possible. He did nothing
but lean his head back and moan as she stroked his cock and kissed his
neck.
A few minutes pass and Calvin’s cock still hasn’t fully awoken to
life. “I still get the bottle, right?” The woman said.
“Give me a few more minutes… it’s the booze, I swear,” Calvin said.
He pushed the woman for another kiss and invaded her mouth with his
tongue. She was taken by surprise but accepted the advance after a few
seconds, grabbing Calvin’s face with her free hand and giving him a
warm french kiss.
“How about you suck me?”
“Not here, darling.”
“Let’s go to the ladies room, then.”
She kept stroking Calvin’s cock but it was still struggling to get a
full hard-on. “People are going to find out about us.”
“So what?”
“Hmm,” she pondered for a few seconds, then stowed Calvin’s cock back
in his pants. “How about this,” she said, pulling a small transparent
bag out of her bra. “I have something else that may help you relax
even better than a blow job. Interested?”
Calvin looked at the bag, small and discreet, with a good amount of a
white powder. “For sure, yeah. Ladies room, still?”
“I have a better idea. How about the roof?”
“Never been there. Lead the way, then. And how do I call you?”
She grabbed Calvin by the hand and snuck into the employee area, then
to a staircase with him. “You can call me… Ava.”
“Ava… I’m Calvin.”
Ava just nodded and kept going up.
As Ava opened the door to the roof, Calvin took a good look at her
eyes under the night sky: honey and green. She leaned on a wall and
pulled Calvin towards him, grabbed his butt cheeks and gave him
another kiss. Calvin put his hand under her skirt and pulled her
undies to the side to finger her pussy.
Ava wasn’t moist, but that was okay to Calvin. She let the bag with
the powder fall to the ground, wrapped her arms around his body and
gave him kisses all over his face and neck.
Calvin’s cock was aching inside his pants. He reached his hand to pull
it out but then suddenly he felt a warm, towering presence behind him.
Someone wrapped his arm around his neck and pulled him away from Ava.
All happened too fast. Calvin’s eyes were still trying to understand
what was happening. All he felt as he lost his breath – and his
conscience – was a strong, hairy arm coiling his neck, the other hairy
arm immobilizing his limbs by holding them against his chest, and
Ava’s hands muffling his voice.
—
Calvin has been kicking the door and screaming for help for half an
hour. No one came. Desperate, he came back to the window to try and
see if could budge the iron bars to escape somehow, but that effort
was also fruitless.
Calmed down after being unable to exit the room he found himself in,
he finally noticed he hasn’t seen his phone yet. After patting his
pockets, his phone and wallet weren’t there. These were justifiable,
Calvin could’ve put them somewhere and just forgot about them, but he
never walked without his Rolex. He searched below the furniture and
among the bed clothes, as well as in the only drawer in the
nightstand. Nothing, they were gone.
There was no mirror around but Calvin tried to check his body anyway:
the bruise in his eye felt much less painful to the touch than he
expected. It didn’t even appear to be a little swollen, which was
strange for someone who got punched in the eye the night before. Aside
from the foreign needle bruise in his forearm, he didn’t notice
anything else worthy of note in his body. He felt frail, that’s for
sure, but that could be explained by the hangover too.
And he was hungry. His only option at the moment was the slice of cake
lying on a napkin on the nightstand, next to the unlabeled pill. He
grabbed the crumbly slice but quickly put it away, afraid it could be
perhaps poisoned.
Finally, Calvin heard the sound of a door being closed.
Immediately, he jumped towards the door and started knocking and
screaming again. “Help! Let me out! Help!”
The footsteps came closer and walked right past Calvin’s room. From
the footsteps Calvin could discern probably one person on the other
side, likely carrying some shopping bags. “Please, help! I’m trapped
in here!”
The footsteps came back and stopped right on the other side of the
door. “Hey,” said the manly voice, in a calm, friendly tone. “so
you’re awake! How are you feeling today?”
“Wh-what? Who are you? Let me out!”
“In a second,” said the other voice. “You know the drill, I need you
to walk to the wall opposite to the door and knock on it, then I’ll
let you out.”
Calvin was speechless for a few seconds. What was he talking about? He
thought. Why was he locked up, even? Too many questions. “Why? Can’t
you open the door now?”
“Oh, so you don’t remember? Fair enough. Listen, it’s for your safety,
Calvin. I’m armed and I don’t want to be pushed to hurt you. Could you
please do what I asked?” The voice asked again, calmly.
Again, Calvin was lost for words. That the person knew his name wasn’t
that surprising, considering who Calvin was and who he was the child
of, but the whole situation he has found himself in was odd. If this
was what he feared, a kidnapping,why was that man on the other side so
calm, gentle and collected? Why let him out, even? These thoughts made
him queasy. “What… what are you going to do with me?”
The other voice laughed loudly. A grave, manly laughter reverberated
across the house. “Me? Nothing, but I need to take a look at you and
you’re locked in there with no access to the bathroom and barely any
food. You need to get you, no?”
Calvin nodded in silence. He tried to ponder his options, but there
were none. Not even pulling the drawer to defend himself sounded silly
against the gun on the other side.
“So, are you by the wall yet? Rest your back in it, then knock for me
to open the door,” the man reiterated.
Helpless, he quietly moved as instructed and gave three knocks on the
wall. As promised, the man unlocked the door, slowly opened it and
entered the room.For a brief moment Calvin saw the halfway on the
other side and considered dashing through the door, toppling the man
and running for his freedom, but a few things stood out:
One, he wasn’t carrying a gun. Not visibly. Not a single menacing
object, actually.
Second, the man was much bigger, himself eighteen years old with an
under-developed tween/young-adult slim body. He was too perhaps four
to six inches taller than Calvin’s 5.75 feet. There was no way someone
like him would be toppled by the likes of Calvin.
Third, Calvin couldn’t see his face. The man was wearing a balaclava
to hide his head and neck but he was quite laid back with the rest of
his body, wearing an off-white wife-beater delineating his pecs and
showing his chest hair, some ragged jeans pants, muddy military boots
and a simple black leather cuff bracelet. Some tattoos in his left
arm, a few inions wrapping around his forearm, a few angels and
demons in his biceps, and a dog or a bear paw tattoo on his right
shoulder.
That was sloppy, he could use these details to identify the man,
Calvin thought in a split second.
“Good kid, respecting the rules. You’re looking much better today. Do
you remember anything? If not, I suppose you have a bunch of
questions. Come, let me finally show you the house,” the man said,
ushering Calvin to the door, “then we’ll eat something. You haven’t
eaten the cake I left for you, I see!”
Calvin’s mind was burning with confusion. Remember what? Who was that
man, and why is he acting like they knew each other? The thought of
being kidnapped still haunted his mind. Yet, if that was the case, it
was the warmest and kindest one he could ever imagine. Too many
questions, indeed, and Calvin didn’t know how to start, but he
collected himself for a few seconds, took a deep breath and started
with a first, broader question, “what’s the meaning of this?”
The man left the room and waited for Calvin on the hallway. “Don’t
freak out, but we’re holding you hostage. This house is where you’ll
live for a while, and I was tasked to watch over you. Now come, I’ll
show you the house. I’ve also bought some food, how about I cook some
tapioca crepes for us?”
As Calvin existed, the man pointed to where the bathroom and kitchen
were. “That’s where I sleep”, he said, pointing to the other room at
the end of the hallway. He showed the living room, with two old and
dusty couches and a TV mounted on the wall. “You can call me Bull, by
the way,” he said as he walked back to the hallway towards the
kitchen. “No, it’s not my real name, if you’re wondering. I’ve heard
that from you before.”
Calvin stood in the hallway at a safe-ish distance from
Bull. “Before?”
“You were sick for the past few days. Lots of fever, saying a lotta
shit too. You woke up a few times and we talked.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Calvin shook his head. “What do you mean by ‘past
few days’? If I’m being held hostage, how come I can walk around
freely?”
“You can walk freely inside the house.”, Bull corrected, unpacking and
hydrating the tapioca flour. “Don’t freak out, I can explain
everything. Rules first: you can’t leave, you do what I order you to,
and I keep you safe and sound. Sounds good?”
Calvin laughed. “This is too unreal, it’s gotta be a joke.” Then, amid
his disbelief, his memories came back to him.
—
Calvin woke up groggy. His body refused to obey him and move but his
pupils weren’t able to resist what little of his willpower
remained. He tried to focus his blurry vision. It was dark, but he
could discern a seat by its shape in the shade cast by the
moonlight. A car seat, actually. Calvin was lying on the back seat of
a car, unable to move, though his hands and feet weren’t tied up or
restrained in any sense.
There was some sort of hullabaloo outside. He tried to attune his
hearing to get rid of the buzzing inside his ear. Some people were in
an argument, perhaps right in front of the car.
A woman said something but Calvin couldn’t understand a thing. She had
a sweet voice. Sounded familiar.
Another feminine voice emerged, this one crisper. “I don’t want to
hear your shit. You’re going with him and that’s final. I’m still not
over the chaos you’ve unleashed upon us last time.”
A masculine voice complains. He sounded upset. There was a ruckus,
then a thud in the car hood, which made the car squeak and shake. The
man grunted.
“You’ll do as Libra says or I’ll break your arm, and then you’ll do as
Libra says,” said another masculine voice. His was so deep and
menacing that merely hearing it made Calvin shiver.
More ruckus. The man grunted again, said something else, breathed
heavily, sighed. Then there was silence.
“Let him go, Klaus, he’s already agreed.”
Then finally Calvin’s body gave up and he fell unconscious again.
—
Calvin laughed. “This is too unreal, it’s gotta be a joke.” Then, amid
his disbelief, his memories came back to him. “Fuck… that can’t be
true. It’s too elaborated of a joke. Where are we, anyway?”
Bull stared at Calvin. “As if I would tell you. Far away from your
dear home, New York, that’s for sure.”
“What the f- is this because of that dude I punched the other day?
Shit, man, that’s too much. Just let me pay you all and let me go.”
“No, kid, it’s not what you’re thinking, you’re not here for such a
petty reason, I can tell you that much. It’d be stupid. Besides,” Bull
shrugged, “we’re already getting handsomely paid. And YOU were the one
being punched,” he added, pointing to Calvin’s sore eye.
“But that shit doesn’t add up,” Calvin said. “There’s no way this a
kidnapping, this is a joke. And you held me here for the past week?
WHAT THE SHIT IS HAPPENING HERE?”
“Lower your voice, kid,” Bull warned. “You were kept unconscious all
the time until you were brought here. Some strong drug shit, hell if I
know. Then you fell sick, that’s the whole story,” he explained while
he shredded some cheese.
“But why, then? Why am I not blindfolded in some god forsaken
basement? Why doesn’t any of this sound even remotely true?”
Bull shrugged. “No idea, it’s up to you to believe in what I’m
saying.”
“Still-“
“Oh yeah, why am I making food for us,and you’re standing in front of
me contesting the whole story when believe you should’ve been tied to
a column at the bottom of an old building and beaten to a pulp? Yeah,”
Bull said, straining the water off the flour and heating up a cast
iron pan with oil. “Good question. Right, two things: one, our
employer asked us to not harm or kill you. That’s why we couldn’t
leave you sick and I had to treat you. Two, see that shack over
there?” Bull asked, moving to the window and pointing to the place
down the hill. “You were there. See? No windows, a shit hole. I had
to carry you up here because it was easier to keep an eye on you,
treat you. You’d probably get worse if you stayed there, too.”
Calvin leaned on the wall with his mouth agape. Bull reached for a key
in his pocket and unlocked a drawer with kitchen utensils
– like knives – to grab a spatula, and proceeded, “Besides, I can
handle you just fine here. This way I can keep guard on you and we
make each other company. How does that sound to you?”
“Make each other company, sigh,” Calvin scoffed. “Sounds like a load
of bullshit.”
“Heh. Suit yourself, kid.”
Calvin finally came to the kitchen and sat on a chair. He brought his
hands to his head and breathed heavily. “This is to target my dad, I
suppose.”
“Who knows,” Bull answered, giggling. The pan sizzled as he poured
half the flour and spread it in the pan.
“I’m pretty sure it is. This only makes half sense if it’s to damage
my dad. That’s fucking dirty, man.”
“Said the beacon of integrity,” Bull shrugged. “It wasn’t my call to
make, son. I’m only paid to look after you. Don’t go thinking you’re
a saint, though. From what I gathered, you’re quite a detestable
brat.” Bull flipped the crepe and spread some cheese on top of
it. “Fuck, I forgot to buy butter. Shit, you don’t mind, right?”
Calvin’s blood boiled. “CAN YOU PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY AND STOP
COOKING AS I SPEAK TO YOU?” He screamed, then threw all the bags that
were sitting on the table on the floor. “Fucking answer my questions
and stop joking around, damn it!”
Bull calmly turned the stove off and put the pan away from the heat,
then turned back towards Calvin and effortlessly hurled him by the
neck to the wall behind them. “Quiet down, kid! What makes you think
you have the right to raise your voice here?”
“Ugh”, Calvin growled in pain.
“Do you think I’m here as your fucking personal maid and that you get
to push me around? Take a good look at yourself, kid, then look at
me. You’re in no position to defy me.”
“Wh-what happened to the whole being ordered to keep me safe thing?”
Calving stuttered as he got up to his knees.
“In our business this mostly means not killing you, idiot. You’re more
valuable to us and our employer alive, but that doesn’t mean you’re
untouchable. You should be grateful I’m the one tasked to keep guard
on you.” Bull grabbed Calvin by the back of the neck and pushed him
down again. “Now don’t get up! Clean up all this mess, right now.”
Calvin got on all fours and crawled towards the food spilled on the
ground. “Fucking pumped babysitter,” he muttered to himself.
“And you’re a fucking man-child, kid. You crepe is ready, it’s on the
pan. I’ll go to my room and take a nap, make sure to get this kitchen
clean by the time I come back,” Bull said, grabbing a loaf of bread
from a bag on the ground and going back to his room, locking the door
on his way in.
Humiliated, Calvin cursed Bull, his dad and all people he could think
of. “Fucking joke, this is all a joke.” He sat on the chair looking at
all the food on the ground, reflecting about his newfound situation in
despair.
—
It took two hours until Calvin managed to clean up the mess he
made. He gave up a few times and went to his room, thinking this was
beneath him, work for the plebs. Yet, the visible bruise Bull’s
offensive left in his neck was enough to convince him that, if this
was a joke, someone went too far.
The tapioca crepe Bull made was tasteless, with just some melted
shredded mozzarella with no salt, butter or anything to season it. The
cake in his room wasn’t too great either. Too dry and surprisingly
bland for such a simple cake. There were more ingredients on the bags
but aside from eggs – which Calvin broke in his tantrum – there wasn’t
anything he could eat right away or easily cook.
In his time alone, Calvin inspected every single window, every door
and every drawer in search for anything that could help him. A knife,
a fork, a screwdriver. All windows had iron bars and the doors that
led outside had reinforced locks. There were only two drawers with
locks, in the kitchen, and no other drawer at all except for the one
in Calvin’s bedroom.
The bathroom was empty. No mirror, no toothpick or toothpaste or even
soap. Calvin wasn’t even given spare clothes or dry towels to bathe.
In the kitchen, all the dishes were locked in a cabinet above the
sink. No glass bottles in the fridge, the clean water came out of a
ceramic filter.
He could use the bed clothes or perhaps the make-shift curtains as
means of a weapon to suffocate Bull, but Calvin was sure he would
subjugate him in seconds, then probably beat him a new one for good
measure.
There was no way to attempt anything in his sleep either. Calvin could
wander around in the house but he was hopelessly out of ideas to hope
for.
Except for the jar and the glass in his bedroom.
After inspecting them, the base of the jar was made of thicker glass,
and would likely be better as a weapon, he thought. He brought it to
the kitchen, the room farthest away from where Bull was at, and
rehearsed how to break the glass and make a handle out of the
curtains.
Birds were flocking in trees and chirping outside. It was getting
dark.
—
Knock, knock. “Wake up, kid. I’ll make us dinner.”
Bull was standing outside of Calvin’s room, which was lying on the
bed, curled in a ball. Calvin said nothing in return. He remained
motionless as Bull walked away and quietly grabbed the piece of hard
glass wrapped with the bed sheets and cautiously hid it in his back by
the waistline. Five layers of fabric were all it had to protect
Calvin from cutting himself, but even if that happened, it would still
be worth it if he got what he wanted.
“So you did what I asked you to. Nice one, kid,” Bull congratulated as
Calvin entered the kitchen. He had gotten a pressure cooker and a
smaller pan and was rinsing the starch off the rice. “Come, have a
seat. Food won’t be fancy these days, I’ll cook us some beans with
pork sausage and white rice for dinner. You noticed we have a TV,
right? It doesn’t tune to any channels but there’s a flash drive with
a fuck ton of things we can watch.”
Calvin just nodded at Bull. “Make sure you season the food his
time. And this is not vacations, you know? How am I supposed to relax
knowing I can’t leave the house?”
Apparently Bull hasn’t heard all the shattering of glass that happened
half an hour earlier, which baffled Calvin.
“Hey, mind your tongue! I’m a mercenary, I’m no chef,” Bull quipped,
“but my food is at least serviceable. I certainly won’t complain if
you decide to move your lazy ass and cook something better for us,
though.”
“I don’t cook.” Calvin was sitting at the other extreme of the table
where Bull was preparing the food. He wouldn’t be able to move that
swiftly to strike without him noticing. It wasn’t the right time. “I
have people to cook for me.”
“Fucking show-off,” Bull scoffed.
“So what’s the deal with my dad? What’s the ransom? Perhaps I can pay
the amount myself, even a bonus for yourself, if you let me free.”
“Knock if off, kid, you’re not getting any information from me. Let me
explain it to you,” Bull said as he turned around with the bowl of
clean rice. “In my team we compartmentalize Intel. This means I don’t
have to know what I don’t need to know, get it? ‘Sides, if money were
the issue, I’m pretty sure we’d already have tried to negotiate with
you, don’t you think?”
Shit, Calvin thought. “But-“
“Even I can imagine a few ways to damage yours truly, Howard Masters,
oh-so-all-mighty philanthropist, founder of Masters Pharmaceuticals,
all around do-gooder and fancy-pants. And I’m a simpleton when it
comes to these matters, mind you.”
Calvin furrowed his brow. “So you’re saying it’s not directly related
to money.”
Bull laughed again. “You’re getting nothing from me. I know just as
much as you do, I’m just speculating.”
“Fucking liar,” Calvin muttered to himself.
Bull unlocked the drawer, pulled a knife and sliced the pork
sausage. “You know, you don’t speak as low as you think. Don’t judge
me too quick, kid, I told you, I’m only a soldier.” He quickly cleaned
the knife, dried it off and locked it away again. He put the sausage
in the pressure cooker with the beans and one onion, cut in four
parts. “All done. rice will be ready in ten to fifteen minutes, and
the main course in about forty,” he added, then sat on the table on
the opposite side of Calvin.
He could jump over the table and hopefully aim for Bull’s neck, but
Calvin hasn’t seen how quickly his reflexes were. Besides, Calvin
wasn’t exactly aiming to kill Bull. Hell, even he wasn’t sure of the
exact details of his plan. He was basically winging it.
“So what’s the deal? Am I supposed to stay here with you for a few
days, and then you happily let me out? And I’m supposed to stare at
your face every single day until then, doing basically nothing besides
eating your tasteless food and sleeping?” Calvin provoked. Although
his main intention was to irritate him, the words came out all too
sincerely. “What I can see of your face, that is,” he added, coughing
in mockery.
Bull raised his brow but let out a smile. “Jesus, you have no chill.
Yeah, basically that, and the TV. There’s a bunch of movies and series
in that flash drive. Even anime.”
Calvin gnarled in his chair. “Don’t treat me like a kid.”
“But you ARE a kid,” Bull laughed. “And my face is not the worst thing
in the world. Far from it, if you were able to see it.”
“So… show me?”
“If you are a good kid, perhaps,” Bull answered with a smirk.
Calvin brought his hands to his head. “What’s THAT supposed to mean?
Don’t taunt me, grunt. How can I chill if I KNOW I’m being held
hostage, for Christ’s sake?”
Bull leaned back on the chair and laughed. “Make that what you will.
And as for how to chill, I don’t know, you do you, I can only assure
you’re in much better position than anyone else in a similar premise.”
“But-“
“Listen, kid, just do whatever you want, just don’t come annoy me when
I’m watching my stuff.”
“I…”
“You’re more than welcome to make me company. I can be the big spoon,”
Bull said, crossing stares with Calvin then quickly averting his gaze.
“What the fuck?” Calvin was uneasy in his chair. He still wasn’t
exactly confident if all the surreal events ever since he woke up were
not just an elaborated prank, but he couldn’t just let Bull get away
with assault. “What the fuck does that mean? If you lay a finger on
me again, my dad will make sure you end up in jail for the rest of
your life.”
Calvin didn’t know, but provoking Bull wasn’t exactly the best idea
one could have. Still, Bull has come to amuse himself by looking at
how spoiled, bratty and oblivious to danger Calvin were able to
be. Way too brave for someone in his condition, which reminded him of
someone else he was fond of.
Still, provoking Bull was a quick – albeit obviously risky – way to
close the gap between them. If only Bull took offense at the things
Calvin said.
“Heh, good luck finding me when we’re outta here, kid. And jail
doesn’t scare me, I’ll let you know that much.”
“Sure, sure, I’m positive scum like you are used to living
imprisoned.”
“Sigh, the nerve… ” Bull got up to take a look at the rice, then
leaned himself on the kitchen counter. “Yeah, sure, kid. You’ve done
nothing but insult me. You’re way past the point of being amusing just
by being you regular brat self to being downright irritating.”
“I wouldn’t touch me if I were you. I still have the mark of the push
you gave me earlier, and I can use that as proof against you,” Calvin
provoked. “You were given orders to keep me entertained, not the
other way around.”
Bull closed his fists and eyes, then let out a laughter. “You know,
one would think someone at your place would watch their words
carefully. You’re incredibly bold and incredibly stupid, kid.” The
pressure cooker was chiming, he turned around to take another look at
the rice. “You’re treading strange waters, kid, if I were you I would
choose my words better.”
“And what would you do? You’re but a pawn. You were ordered to not
touch me because you’d take it in the ass if anything happens to me.”
Bull looked at the ceiling, then shot a murderous stare at Calvin. He
stomped towards him, grabbed him by the shirt with one arm and raised
him to his level. “I have NO IDEA how you think you have any leverage
over me, kid, but if you keep pushing it, I’ll fucking BREAK you.”
Calvin was gasping for air, his head struggling above Bull’s. He
awkwardly tried to reach for the piece of glass hidden in his back to
try and keep Bull at bay, but he did not think it through: he reached
for the improvised knife with his left hand but Bull was holding him
with his left arm, meaning the right was free to block the blow, and
Bull did just that, twisting Calvin’s wrist to let it fall off his
hand, then slapped him on the face, making him dizzy, and threw him on
the wall again.
The impact on the head made Calvin lose his sense of equilibrium but
Bull came, grabbed him by the shoulders and pinned him against the
wall. “Are you fucking NUTS, kid? Do you have any idea what you just
did? Look at me, fucking idiot,” he said, slapping Calvin’s face twice
again, “you can’t do shit against me, do you understand that?”
Calvin was still trying to recover his senses, groaning in pain. Bull
raised his knee to hit him in the belly, but held back at the last
instant and let him fall on the ground again. “Come here, kid,” he
said, grabbing Calvin by the hair and pulling him up on all fours,
making his scalp burn. “Go back to your room before I break your nose.
Come!”
Bull pulled Calvin by the hair across the entire hallway, grabbed him
by the waist and threw him back in his room, slamming the door in the
end. He said nothing, just stomped back to the kitchen while Calvin
lied on the ground gasping for air, too dizzy to get up or slither to
the bed.
—
“Come now, kid, wake up,” Bull said, giving Calvin a few slaps in the
face.
It was still night and Calvin was hungry and exhausted. The lights
weren’t on but Calvin was still impressed by Bull’s presence
delineated by his shadows in the dark. He reeked of alcohol, probably
some cheap beer, which was news to him because he opened the fridge
before and hasn’t seen anything there. “You look terrible, kid, that
can’t do. Go clean yourself, take a bath,” he said, throwing at towel
at him.
“What the hell, you’re drunk?” Calvin asked, confused. Did Bull turn
back to his more gentle, caring self? Can he trust that, at all?
“Just a little tipsy, don’t worry. Now go, get yourself clean. Call
me when you’re done.”
That was odd. Bull was an odd fellow, Calvin though. Nice and gentle
all the way while keeping him hostage but still ready to beat the crap
out of him with no remorse. Bull had left a bar of soap in the
bathroom, still wet. As he turned the shower on, he still tried to
make sense of why waking him up in the middle of the night.
It just didn’t add up.
Could be explained by the drunkenness, though. Things got weird fast
on his first day awake in confinement, but oddly enough they weren’t
as bad as they could be, even after Calvin actively tried to sour
things. Calvin touched the bruise on his neck and shivered when
thought about what would happen if Bull handled things the more
classical way, so to speak.
“Are you finished?” Bull asked as soon as he heard Calvin turning the
shower off. He entered the bathroom and stood by the door frame,
looking at Calvin behind the curtains.
“Yeah, I’m done,” Calvin answered, getting the towel, drying himself
and covering his parts before turning to Bull. “What is it? I’m
tired.”
Calvin leaned down to grab his clothes since Bull didn’t give him a
spare set but Bull pulled them away with his feet. “Nah. Come with
me.”
Bull forced Calvin to walk in front of him and guided him by the
shoulders toward his own room at the end of the hallway. Calvin
stopped by the frame, despite Bull pushing him, and glanced
inside. Bull’s bedroom was much like his own, only with more stuff:
three bottles of beer on his nightstand, a mini-bar in one corner and
an old CRT TV with a VCR on top, oddly playing some vintage porn on
mute. Two men and a woman making out, together.
Before Calvin had time to process the content in the movie, Bull
finally pushed him inside, making him topple on his toes and fall on
the bed. Still confused, Calvin turned around and faced Bull, who
entered the bedroom and closed the door behind him. “What’s the
meaning of this?”
“Huh,” Bull started, moving forward towards Calvin and stopping beside
the nightstand. He opened the drawer and pulled a strand of rope. “I
was getting all worked up by watching some good ol’ porn but it wasn’t
enough to make me cum. So then I thought of using you as my fuck-toy
for the night.”
“How about no?” Calvin replied as he tried to scoot to the opposite
end of the bed, but Bull grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him
back. “Get the fuck off me! I’m not a faggot like you!” Calvin
screamed, kicking Bull’s arms and chest.
“Come on, now, _faggot_ or no _faggot_,” Bull replied, with added
demeaning tone to the f word, “there’s no way you’ll get away from me,
might as well give up. I damn well deserve some attention for putting
up with your bullshit today!” He ignored Calvin’s kicks and protests
and leaped above his belly, keeping his legs from agitating with the
weight of his hips and the grip of his thighs, then grabbed both his
wrists and held them tight against his chest. “See how easily I did
that? Just give up already and let’s fuck.”
At that point Calvin’s eyes were starting to tear up. “Get off me, you
fucking fag!” His squirms added to Bull’s enjoyment as Calvin noticed
Bull’s devilish smile in the mouth opening of his balaclava. He tried
to get his hands free but Bull’s grip was immensely powerful.
So he focused more on squirming with his legs. Bull leaned down and
slowly kissed Calvin’s neck despite his protests and screams,
confident he could hold him under his will. Bull, drunk as he was, did
not factor, however, that how ever weak Calvin might be, he was still
a lean boy with a moist skin fresh out of the shower, and so his leg
slipped and he struck Bull’s crotch with his knee.
Bull fell with a scream beside Calvin, holding his balls with both his
hands, his eyes red not from the alcohol but from the emotions towards
his claimed fuck-thing. Calvin took the chance to dash back to his
room, the first and only place he could think of, leaving behind the
towel and running naked. Getting there he tried to quickly drag the
bed to barricade the door but Bull was right behind him. “You cheeky
little brat, haven’t I told you? You do as I order you to!” He slammed
Calvin against the wall and wrapped his arm in his neck from
behind. “Now be quiet! I still need to tie you up, shhhhh…”
Calvin tried to punch Bull’s head to get free but he progressively
lost the strength in his arms. His breathing became harder and harder
and his vision became blurry… when he came back to, his limbs were
stretched on all four corners of the bed, wrists and ankles tied,
naked with his limp cock pointing to his navel and Bull squatting
between his legs wearing nothing but a stained jockstrap and the
balaclava, his cock making a tent in the dirty mesh while he pinched
his nipple and waited for his playmate to wake up. “Hey,
sleepyhead. About fucking time you woke up.”
“Oh Jesus, Jesus, no, no,” Calvin implored, falling into
tears. “Anything but this, I beg you! I’m no fag, I’ll try to behave,
I swear!”
“So now you’re sorry,” said Bull, stroking Calvin’s thigh with his
free hand from the knee up to the crotch and gently touching Calvin’s
balls. “Funny you promise _trying_ instead of actually committing to
it, kid. You see, I won’t accept your apology. Not now, not until I’m
done with you. Try again after you eat my cum, perhaps.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, NO!” Calvin tried to squirm away from Bull’s
rough hand touch but it was useless. “Come on, man, have some sense, I
can pay you! What do you want? Ten thousand, twenty, you name it, just
don’t do it!”
Bull leaned down and touched his nose on Calvin’s balls. “So smooth,
and smells so nice. Perhaps it was a mistake asking you to take a bath
first. Oh well,” he shrugged, licking one ball with a fast, wide
stroke, “I won’t make the same mistake next time.”
“NEXT TIME? Come on, PLEASE!” Calvin’s protests derailed into a mix of
tearful and sorry lamentations. “Please, get off me! Fifty! I pay you
fifty thousand! FIFTY THOUSAND, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE!”
Bull let go of his nipple and grabbed Calvin’s cock while he kept
stroking his thigh with his other hand. “Shut up, kid, I won’t trade
_this_,” he said, pointing to Calvin’s stiff mast with his eyes, “for
any amount of money you offer. But please, keep at it, your protests
only make me even hornier to fuck you.”
Calvin swallowed cold, and for a brief moment all that could be heard
was Bull’s slurping on his balls while tried to clear up the confusion
on his head and body. First, once again there was little Calvin could
do to get away, and his usual tactics would only make him get himself
further trapped in the spider’s net. Keeping quiet and waiting for
Bull to be done with him would perhaps make it all end more easily,
but then Calvin would have to willingly relinquish his pride to
Bull. That was unthinkable, but then again keep crying and protesting
wouldn’t do much for him, it could even give Bull more room for ideas.
Second, his cock was rock hard, and he did not remember when that
happen. In fact, he could barely control it at all, it was already at
Bull’s mercy, which at the moment was only holding it in his callous
hands. Calvin looked down at it. Probably two thirds of his 5.5 inches
cock were hidden by Bull’s sweaty hands. The contrast made of his
smooth and white cock against Bull’s brown and hairy skin sent sparks
across his body.
So Calvin closed his eyes. If anything, his eyes were only betraying
his will into giving more of his body to Bull. That couldn’t happen,
that can’t be allowed to happen, he thought, so he decided to scream
his lungs out again. “HEEELP” to anyone that might hear in the
distance. “HEEEEEELP!”
“Quiet down, kid,” Bull said, getting up and off the bed then walking
around towards Calvin’s upper body. “No one’s gonna hear you, we’re in
the middle of nowhere, but I don’t like your screams.” Bull pulled his
jockstrap off, freeing his glistening cock to point upwards, then
crawled back on the bed and stuffed all of it on Calvin’s mouth. “Open
it up, kid, I won’t give up until it’s all in.” Bull laughed at what
he just said. “Oh, god, I feel like I can say that in many other
occasions.”
He tried to resist with his teeth for a while despite Bull gently
pushing it in but gave up fearing he could get even more violent. The
pungent smell dominated Calvin’s nose, a mix of dried sweat and piss,
perhaps a few days old. The taste was awful, salty and slightly bitter
and sour, though it got better after the jockstrap got soaked in his
saliva. Calvin made sure to not move his tongue, though, as the
slightest movement would bring those nasty flavors back to his mouth.
“Much better,” Bull said. he stood there with his cock inches away
from Calvin’s head, looking down at his reaction. Once again, Calvin’s
body was betraying him: he noticed Calvin was trying to pull his gaze
away from his cock with all his might, but his teary eyes just
couldn’t get enough of it. “You can take a look, it won’t bite.”
Calvin shamefully obliged and inspected in dread the instrument that
would soon invade his body: Bull’s cock was, like Bull himself, bigger
than his, at around 7 inches. The skin was darker than his body, which
contrasted delightfully with the pink head hiding under the hood. It
was also much thicker and more veiny too. It had shaved balls but the
bush was thick and connected all the wait to his chest hair.
Bull’s whole body was moist due to sweat but Calvin was instinctively
driven towards the funk that came from his crotch. He lowered his cock
towards Calvin’s face and let him take a good sniff. “So you like it,
huh? Me too, kid, me too,” he said, patting Calvin’s head. “I’ll trust
you that you never had cock before, right?”
Calvin was gagged and his senses were fixed on Bull’s cock ans
dangling balls. “Hey, nod or shake your head when I ask you.”
Calvin timidly nodded. “Do you like this one?”
Calvin did not move, so Bull slapped his face. “What did I tell you?”
Shit, Calvin thought. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and shook
his head. “Then why are you eating my cock with your eyes? You’re
lying, aren’t you?”
Once again, he did not move. The last thing Calvin wanted to do was
admitting he was enjoying it, so Bull pulled his cock away from his
face, lied down beside him and pulled the jockstrap off. “Are you that
dumb? Answer me when I ask you, kid! Do you like my cock? SAY IT!”
Calvin coughed when his mouth got free and the sudden influx of oxygen
made the scents that were lingering in his mouth hit his nose hard
again, making his cock twitch. He looked away and tried to ignore
Bull’s request, hopeful he’d just slide the jockstrap in again and go
on with his session.
Instead, Bull grabbed Calvin’s jaw hard and pulled his face towards
his. They were now looking eye to eye, inches to each other. “I won’t
leave you if you don’t say yes, kid. I know you’re into it, your body
right now is squirming towards mine. You’re mine already, you just
don’t want to admit it.”
“Fuck off,” Calvin answered, and spat at Bull’s face. The was a knee
jerk reaction to his provocations, but to his surprise, Bull took it
in great sport: he scooped the spit off his lips and balaclava, smiled
and sucked his fingers, then grabbed Calvin’s jaw again, pried it open
then spit inside his mouth.
“You’ll come to know, kid, that the thing I love more than a
submissive man is a submissive man in denial,” he added, then spit
again and tucked the jockstrap back in. Bull’s spit didn’t taste like
anything in particular, just spit, and yet the act sent jolts of
pleasure across Calvin’s body, and he moaned for the first
time. “Savor it, kid, you’ll soon get to taste my cum. Have you ever
tasted it before?”
This time Calvin willingly looked back at Bull with puppy eyes,
unconscious of it, and shook his head.
“Not even yours?”
He shook his head again.
“Oh, you’re such a vanilla boy. You’re in for a treat, then.”
Bull lied on top of Calvin and humped his cock against Calvin’s while
he explored his neck, ears and chest with kisses. “You’re so smooth
all over. I won’t be surprised if your asshole is bare, too.” Calvin
was still crying but his facial and body expressions were giving the
truth right away. As Bull wandered his hand on Calvin’s arms and
chest, he felt his body shiver with the touch, specially around his
nipples, so he rested his thumb on the right one and descended to lick
the left one, which made Calvin instinctively thrust and grind his
cock against Bull’s. “You’re so easy to read… like a book.”
Bull raised his hip, grabbed Calvin’s cock and lined it up, slit it in
his butt crack then sat down at his crotch, clenching it with his butt
cheeks. Calvin felt the wetness of the sweat and the tickling of
Bull’s asshole grinding against his cock, which made it pulsate and
ooze pre-cum. At the same time, Bull’s cock was lying on Calvin’s
belly, and as Bull moved up and down he humped both cocks against each
other’s skin.
Calvin’s eyes were rolling inside his head already, then Bull leaned
down, keeping the up and down motion, and gave one nipple a suave
pinch, just to test the waters. Calvin let out a faint moan, so he
pinched it harder until the moans became screams, then dialed back on
the intensity. “Found your sweet spot, kid.” He then kept pinching and
rolling one nipple in his fingers while he suckled the other, licking
the protruded nipple with the tip of his tongue and then sucking it in
and giving it little bites.
“Ohh pheessus-” Calvin awkwardly said while Bull worked his way to
brand his nipples.
When he was done he moved his head up to Calvin’s and gently kissed
his ears and lips. “Now tell me you’re liking.”
Calvin looked up at Bull’s eyes, and down at his lips, and tentatively
shook his head in denial.
“Sigh, you’re so stubborn. I fucking love it.”
Bull got off of Calvin, turned around and lied down on top of him
again, now with one’s crotch to the other’s face. “I can keep lying to
yourself, kid,” he said, grabbing Calvin’s cock in his hand, “but this
here is telling me the truth. Now, don’t make any sudden movements,
because your cock will be in my mouth and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Bull sat on Calvin’s face so that his balls were at his nose, then
leaned to finally take his cock in his mouth. He started licking the
whole head, then starting with the piss slit he descended the whole
length to the base, then back again. That alone was enough to make
Calvin’s hip jump, but there was also Bull’s sweaty balls stacked
against his nose, and the sight of his hairy, bubbly ass to push
Calvin over the edge.
In one side, Calvin felt grateful he was gagged and Bull didn’t just
force his cock down his throat. On the other side, and that was
painful for him to admit, he just wanted to lap that hairy ass all
over.
Bull wrapped Calvin’s cock with his mouth, then ate it whole while he
fondled his balls and moved his hips to keep grinding his balls
against his nose. Calvin’s mind was absolutely clear as the overflow
of sensations sent jolts of pleasure across his body. He moaned loud
as Bull’s movements made it harder for him to breathe, but he didn’t
mind. On Bull side, he had to pin Calvin’s hips with his forearms in
place to stop him from squirming wildly while he sucked on his cock.
Calvin tried to scream for air but the gag and Bull’s balls made it
impossible. At that point his body was shivering all over, and Bull
knew what was about to happen. He clenched his lips around Calvin’s
cock and descended two fingers down his balls to his perineum, then
reached the little butt hole with his middle finger and lightly
pressed it. Calvin was taken by surprise by how pleasurable was being
touched there and instantly came inside Bull’s mouth, moaning loudly.
Bull didn’t take Calvin’s cock off his mouth for one second while he
ate all his cum. Five strong spurts, and Calvin’s thighs clenched
every time a new one was about to be shot. He feasted on the young
hostage’s first gay orgasm and kept sucking on his cock until he felt
Calvin’s body fall motionless.
—
“Hey, kid, are you good?” Calvin woke up slowly, summoned back to
conscience by Bull’s crisp but gentle voice and he soothing his hair.
“You fell unconscious for a couple of minutes. Well done, well done,
and your cock is still rock hard. The power of youth! Do you feel
good?”
Calvin took his time to get back to his senses. He still his mouth
full, pressed the jockstrap with his tongue against the palate and
still felt the bitter and sour tones. He has grown used to it. He
could breathe freely too, Bull was lying beside him. He tried to
stretch his arms, but they were still tied. Legs too. He looked back
at Bull, closed his eyes and slowly nodded.
“Heh,” Bull said, smiling. “Good to know. Wasn’t that hard to admit,
was it?”
Calvin shook his head.
“Good, good, but listen, I’m not done, kid. I still have to cum.”
Bull moves his fingers off Calvin’s head to his chin. “I’d like to
untie you now to have access to your ass. If you behave yourself, I’ll
keep you free, but if you try to get away I’ll tie you up again and
leave you that way for the rest of the week. Nod if you understand.”
Calvin nodded.
“Will you try to get away or will you stay and let me have my way like
the good kid that you are?”
He shook his head in confusion.
“Ah, sorry,” Bull answered, smiling. “The first question.”
He shook his head again.
“Good. Great,” Bull said. He got up and undid all the ties. Calvin’s
ankles and wrists were bruised and burning with the friction of the
rope. “They’ll look better tomorrow, don’t worry, I didn’t want to
hurt you that way.”
Bull let Calvin acclimate himself to freedom again, to stretch himself
for a while. The next thing Calvin did was touch his cock and then
smell his fingers. He didn’t know why he did that, but that made Bull
let out a wide smile. “Why don’t you do that with mine?”
Still gagged, Calvin hid his hands between his thighs, uncertain on
what and who to obey: his own consciousness or Bull and his own
newfound lascivious desires.
“Come on, kid, do it,” Bull said, pulling one of his arms and putting
them above his cock. “Stroke it a little, then smell it.”
And so Calvin did. Even he had to admit Bull’s cock felt wonderful in
his hand. Hot and hard, he played with the protruding veins with his
fingers, then pulled the hood back, freeing an even more impressive
head, ran his fingers along it to lube it with his pre-cum and
scratched his bush, then moved them to his nose to let out a good
sniff. Funky, powerful, incredible. He immediately moved the other
hand to remove the gag to taste his fingers but Bull blocked him,
instead taking his wet fingers and sucking on them himself. “You’ll
get your chance to taste my cock, don’t worry, kid. Now lie on your
chest, I want your ass.”
Desolated, Calvin patted Bull’s chest and pointed to his gag. “Oh, so
you want to talk?”
He nodded.
“Hmm. Okay. One question, alright? Open your mouth.”
He obeyed and Bull slowly pulled the soaked jockstrap off. Calvin
took a few seconds to re-hydrate his throat and asked, “please, have
it your way but don’t fuck my ass, please! Look at yourself, you’ll
tear me apart!”
Bull smiled and laughed. “Rest easy, kid, I won’t fuck your ass, you
didn’t prepare it properly. I’ll just get a taste of it for today,
that okay?”
He let out a deep breath and nodded.
“Look how far you’ve come. So tame and educated now! I want you to
stay like this every day now, do you hear me?”
Calvin nodded again, compliantly.
Bull then moved the jockstrap back towards his mouth, but stopped
right before putting it in. “Tell you what, you choose whether you
want it back in or not. What do you say?”
It’d be easier for Calvin if Bull were the one to make the hard
decisions for him. He could at least excuse himself saying he was
forced to it, he thought. Somehow, Bull’s approach was equally
considerate and cruel.
Oh well, something to consider on the next morning, Calvin concluded.
He just looked at Bull’s eyes and opened his mouth wide. “Good kid,
good kid,” Bull said, then slid the jockstrap back in. “Tomorrow I’ll
ask you to wear this so we can use in other nights.”
After that Calvin immediately laid down and raised his butt to Bull.
To his surprise, unlike all his body, Calvin had a few tufts of
straight hair in his butt crack, dark as the hair in his head. Bull
grabbed each butt cheek with one hand and pulled them apart to expose
his pink, clenched tight asshole. “See, that’s why I didn’t fuck you
today. A cute little hole like this takes time to open up, ya’know?”
Calvin wouldn’t dare to smile and consciously let Bull know he was
enjoying that but deep inside he had already given himself to
him. Bull grabbed a pillow, folded it and placed it below Calvin’s
hip, then spread his legs apart by the thighs again and gave a good
sniff a his sweaty butt crack, making his butt cheeks clench at Bull’s
hot breath.
“You know you’re wiggling your ass, right?” Bull provoked, and before
Calvin came to himself he licked his asshole in one strong stroke.
Calvin moaned, squirmed and humped his cock in the pillow while Bull
lapped his butt crack up and down. “Bet I can make you cum again,”
Bull added, while putting the tip of his tongue at his asshole and
gently pushing it in, to tease.
“Uhm, Uhhhmmm,” Calvin repeated with each of Bull’s rhythmic movements
in his ass and his own humping, then twisted his upper body and placed
his hand above Bull’s head, burying his face more towards his own ass.
Bull responded by going down and sucking one ball in while he massaged
his asshole with his thumb.
“Tell me when you’re about to cum, kid. Slap my head, and I’ll know,”
Bull said while he suckled the second ball in and played with both
inside his mouth. Both his hands were on Calvin’s butt cheeks, one had
its thumb circling around the circumference of his asshole and the
other had the pointer trying to force its way in.
After letting go of the balls, Bull lifted his balaclava up to his
nose and dived back to Calvin’s ass. A rough texture was grinding
against the butt cheeks. Hair, a beard. Bull had a pointed chin too,
and the hair in it was grinding against Calvin’s balls. Bull licked
his asshole and pulled his face apart to see the string of spit
connecting his mouth to Calvin’s ass.
Calvin was high with the pleasure. Four strong taps in Bull’s head and
he disengaged from his ass, pulling his balaclava down in place.
Bull gave Calvin’s ass two slaps. “Turn around and suck my cock now,
I’m almost ready.” He obeyed and laid on his back, his cock pointing
to the ceiling for Bull to see. Bull put the pillow below Calvin’s
neck and pulled the jockstrap out of his mouth. “Don’t use your teeth,
I’m cum in your mouth.”
Calvin just nodded.
Bull finally pulled his hood back and let the tip of his cock touch
Calvin’s lips. “Taste with the tip of your tongue only,” he
said. Calvin slithered his tongue out and licked the pre-cum that Bull
had smeared in his lips. The taste was hard to get used to, overly
salty, but still more bearable than the jockstrap.
“Open wide,” Bull said. Calvin parted his lips and waited for Bull to
thrust the cock forward, and so he did. He coiled his tongue around it
to taste every nook and cranny in it, to taste what he could. Bull
stayed still and moaned while he let Calvin explore the first cock of
his life.
“Now grab here and suck it,” he added, pointing to the base where
Calvin were supposed to hold. “Stroke it, too.” The position Calvin
was in proved challenging for the task, so he laid sideways and did as
ordered while he stroked his own cock. Timid at first by slowly taking
it in and out, Calvin quickly increased the pace and made loud
slurping noises.
“Oh damn,” Bull said loudly. “For a beginner you’re sure very hungry!”
Calvin heard it but his mind was simply not there to process and judge
it all. It simply switched to the most primal pleasure mode. Calvin’s
thoughts were totally driven by it.
“Oh yeaah, like this, keep at it,” Bull said, groaning loudly and
breathing heavily. “Here, play with my skin,” he added, pulling his
cock out and covering the head with the hood again. “Play with it with
your tongue, I love it.” Calvin held the cock tight with his thumb in
its underside to stabilize it and slid the tip of his tongue under the
hood, moving around the head. Bull’s hood was surprisingly loose,
because it was able to house his cock head and Calvin’s tongue with
just a little bit of stretch.
“Now the balls, the balls,” Bull instructed. Calvin, too, was
moaning. He was stroking his cock wildly as ever while he feasted on
his master’s cock. He raised his cock and drew a line with his tongue
on the underside down to his balls. They smelled funkier than the rest
of the crotch so Calvin deliberately gave it some good sniffs before
playing with them with his tongue. “Suck on them hard, kid. I want
them to hurt.” And so Calvin did, he gently grabbed one ball with his
teeth, sucked it in and pressed it with his tongue and palate while
suckled on it, which made Bull howl in pleasure.
“Yes, kid! Almost there! I’m almost ready!” Bull started stroking his
cock vigorously but Calvin took it in his hand, spat on it and kept
stroking it while he worked on the balls. Calvin could feel Bull’s
balls squirm in pleasure, announcing that the end was nigh.
Bull’s growls and moans became louder and louder, so was his
breathing. He pinched his nipples with both his hands and one spasm
in the ball Calvin was sucking was enough for him to get the message:
he quickly let the ball fall off his mouth and moved back to Bull’s
cock while he pressed on Bull’s balls with his hand.
Finally, Bull started shooting cum. Having never tasted cum before,
not even his own, Calvin was still surprised and slightly disgusted by
the salty flavor and strange texture. Bull wrapped his hands behind
Calvin’s head and thrusted his cock further down his mouth, making the
second and third spurts of cum go directly down Calvin’s throat,
making him gag and spit out a mix of saliva and cum.
Bull was once again choking Calvin, this time with his cock. He tried
to slap Bull’s thighs to let him know but Bull was just staring at the
ceiling, so he tried to get away from his cock while a fourth spurt of
cum came, making Calvin gag and cough once more. Only then Bull
stopped moaning and let go of his head, his cock falling off his mouth
already half limp.
Calvin coughed and tried to recover his breath when Bull grabbed his
jaw and plopped his cock back in again. “I’m not done! You’ll suck it
until it’s clean, like I did with yours!”
That was too much. Calvin tried to get rid of it but a fifth spurt of
cum came, and with that Calvin came hands free, spilling his own cum
in his chest as he went breathless cleaning Bull’s cock until it
became totally limp.
Bull fell on the bed, exhausted. Calvin, on top of that, was also
hungry and violated. They breathed hard and let themselves calm down
for a few minutes. Bull, then, moved himself towards Calvin and
caressed his chest. “Well done, kid, you exceeded at your job of being
my fuck-toy.”
“You…” Calvin started, his consciousness starting to come back to
him. “You’re nasty.”
“Well, thank you,” Bull answered, smiling.
Calvin just stared at the ceiling, then closed his eyes. He knew his
emotions would fall apart if he looked at Bull, or at his own body.
The guilt started to set it, the shame, and coming in terms with the
fact that his body was just violated. Worst still, that he gave
himself to the act and enjoyed most of it. Hell, it was hard for
Calvin to just not think of anything when his room reeked of sweat and
sex and the flavor Bull’s jockstrap and cock still lingered in his
mouth. He could shut his sight but not his other senses.
“I gotta go, kid, I need to sleep,” Bull said, getting up and leaving
the bed. Calvin remained silent and motionless, dreading to open his
eyes to once again see Bull’s naked, sweaty body. He wondered if, deep
inside, he actually dreaded Bull leaving him alone, taking that manly
body away from him.
“Don’t forget to wear this tomorrow,” he finished, throwing the soaked
jockstrap on top of Calvin’s chest, then left to his bedroom, as usual
locking his door.
Now that he was alone, Calvin finally let himself surrender to his
emotions, threw the jockstrap into a wall, curled himself in fetal
position and started crying softly.
