Chapter Seventeen
Rodrigo is in the backseat of the car with him. Colt looks out of the window at Marc and Sebastian as the car is driven out of the warehouse. He looks back until he can’t see Marc anymore, then he’s left alone with two men in the front of the car and Rodrigo Fiarri beside him in the back.
Colt wants to be with Marc, better the devil he knows than the one sitting next to him.
“I’m afraid you find yourself in the middle of our business in a very unexpected way. I wasn’t sure if he would fuck you in front of all of us. I should have known he would, bold and brash as he is.” Rodrigo is looking sideways at him. Colt continues to stare forward at nothing in particular. “He is too much like me. It is no exaggeration to say that he is obsessed with you. I know obsession well. I’ve had a few Colt’s in my time… although mine were not straight men like yourself.”
Colt hears Rodrigo chuckling with amusement then. It sounds far away, like they aren’t sitting in a backseat together. It’s obvious that the older man is laughing at him though. Colt feels embarrassment.
Marc fucked him. Marc fucked him in front of all of those people. Colt’s still in shock. That was his first experience with anal sex and he can still feel the sting of it, he can still feel the wet of Marc’s cum between his ass cheeks.
“It has been so easy for him to manipulate you, Colt. It’s been so easy for him to make you do things that you never would have done before him. I want to learn why. I want to know what buttons he pushes to make you do things with and for him. I must admit that his obsession has been an interesting experiment for me to observe.” Rodrigo says. “Are you even aware that he’s doing it?”
Colt doesn’t answer. He’s not stupid. He’s fully aware that Marc knows how to manipulate him. Colt is only ever aware that it’s happened after the fact. Is it because he’s weak? Is it because he’s so fucked up from a shitty childhood that he can’t see straight with a bulldozer of a man like Marc Fiarri in his life? Is it because somewhere, deep down, he’s always wanted what Marc gives him? Is it because being bossed around and bullied is the only kind of relationship he knows?
Love is toxic. Marc and him together are toxic.
Marc fucked him. Marc fucked him. Marc fucked him. Marc raped…
Colt’s mind gets hung up on that word. Was it rape? It doesn’t feel right to call it rape after everything he and Marc have already done together. They’re together. They belong to each other. They would have eventually done this anyway, right? Marc said he fucked him because he loved him and he wanted to be his first. Colt is so damn confused and he’s still in shock.
Love is toxic.
“I think you’re in a state of shock, Colt. I’m afraid it won’t be easy for you with me, not at first. But I promise that if you play your cards right, if you are very good for me, I will make things easier for you.”
Marc thought Rodrigo was going to fuck him. That’s why he wanted to do it first. Marc is always trying to collect all of Colt’s firsts. Is Rodrigo going to fuck him? Will it hurt like it did in the warehouse?
His mind starts pushing past what happened in the warehouse only because it has to. He puts it in a box in his mind and shoves it out of the forefront of his mind. He thinks about what Marc had said to him.
I love you, Colt.
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Love is toxic.
Be brave, Colt.
Yes. Be brave.
He’s in a car with Rodrigo Fiarri going to an unknown location. Colt looks down to the door handle and up to the door lock. It looks locked. He could easily unlock the door and open it and jump out of a moving car. Right? People do that in movies all the time and survive.
“Don’t think about it, Colt.” Colt feels a prick at his neck and reaches back just as Rodrigo pulls a needle away from his skin. “Relax and enjoy the ride.”
Time becomes more fluid as the seconds tick by and everything blurs around the edges. Rodrigo’s arm is around his shoulders and Colt wonders when he started leaning against the other man. He thinks to push himself away, to try to sit up. He feels the arm around his shoulders tighten and he isn’t sure whether he just thought about pushing away or whether he actually attempted it.
Colt doesn’t realize it when the car stops. Did he fall asleep? He feels himself being pulled and jostled out of the car. It’s hard for him to focus enough to take in his surroundings as he’s taken into a large structure of some sort. His eyes keep wanting to droop closed. His brain wants to shut off and sleep.
Stairs are tricky. Two men have to practically drag and carry him up some stairs. He ends up in a small room and is laid down on a bed. It feels so good to lay down.
As much as he tries to keep his eyes open, tries to keep himself awake, he can’t do it. Colt lets the drugs take him into a deep sleep.
**
Colt doesn’t dream. At least he doesn’t remember any dreams and he’s glad for that fact. He isn’t sure where his subconscious would take him if he dreamed right now. As he starts to wake up, he becomes aware of his own nudity. He tries to move and he can’t. His limbs are secured in the position he’s in.
Speaking of the position he’s in, his muscles cramp as if they’ve been in the same position for a long time. That’s what woke him up, that insistent and increasing ache.
He’s lying face down on a mattress. His wrists are tied together and to the headboard above his head. It feels like pillows are beneath his stomach. His knees are bent and his legs folded up and spread wide. There are ties at his knees holding them in this folded position. His ass is prominently displayed and vulnerable.
He lifts his head just a bit to look around.
The room is small, about the size of the galley kitchen at his house. He’s on a slim, twin bed. In the corner there’s a toilet. The door is behind him. He can vaguely see it out of his periphery. There’s a cabinet on one wall. He’s not cold. The room temperature is comfortable enough that he’s not cold even though he doesn’t have a stitch on.
He lays his head back down to the mattress beneath him. His mind is still a little foggy, but it’s clear enough for him to start to feel the beginnings of panic.
Colt pulls at his wrists and they don’t move. He tries to straighten his legs out but the restraints keep them in place, pulled wide and bent beneath him.
His breathing comes quicker and shorter as his situation starts to sink in. Where’s Marc? Surely Marc won’t let this go on too long. Marc will come to get him and take him home.
Who’s going to feed Emmitt? Will Marc istanbul travestileri remember to feed his dog?
It’s such a random thought to occur to him in this moment. It’s a normal enough thought that it staves off the panic that had been quickly escalating. He slows his breathing down and thinks about his dog and his house. Something tells him that Marc won’t let anything happen to his dog.
His breathing slows to a normal length and pace.
Colt thinks about calling out, but a large part of him is scared to do so, scared to get anyone’s attention with the way he’s positioned on the bed, with his lack of clothing.
So he waits.
It’s a long time alone with his thoughts before he hears what sounds like an unlocking of the door. He’s had to combat several moments of panic in this time. His imagination has run wild with the possibilities of what could happen when someone comes through that door.
Now that the door is opening, he just wants to get it over with. His imagination is vivid enough to make whatever he dreams up worse than reality, he thinks.
“Colt. I hope you find the mattress comfortable enough.”
Colt almost laughs at Rodrigo’s greeting. He’s naked and tied up and Rodrigo is commenting on the mattress. Any humor he might have felt is stifled when he feels a palm on the round of one ass cheek.
“Where’s Marc?” He asks.
“Hopefully he’s doing whatever needs doing to make things right with me.” Rodrigo’s hand squeezes his ass a few times. “Don’t you hope that that is what he’s doing?”
Colt doesn’t answer that. “My dog.”
“Nothing where you were is your concern anymore. You should concern yourself with where you are right now. Making me happy will help in bettering your current circumstances. The happier I am with you, the easier I will make things for you.”
Colt hears a jingle of keys and a lock. He lifts his head to see Rodrigo at the cabinet in the room. The cabinet is quickly closed and locked again. Then Colt feels the foot of the mattress dip as Rodrigo sits there.
“I can see what he sees in you. You’re a very attractive man, Colt. Why were you not in a relationship when Marco first made contact with you?”
Colt remains silent. He doesn’t want to tell this man anything. He hates the way he says that Marc ‘made contact’ with him. From Colt’s perspective, they randomly met at a bar. Of course, he knows that Marc had been watching him for some time before that, so ‘made contact’ is probably more appropriate than he wants to believe.
“I can make it hurt even more than it did when Marco fucked you. Saliva really isn’t ideal lubrication when it comes to sex. It was nice of him to do what he could for you in the moment, wasn’t it? And still, I know that it hurt. Do you want it to hurt more?”
“No.” Colt whispers. The idea of it hurting even more is terrifying to him.
“Then you will answer my questions when I ask them. You will hold conversation with me when I want it.” Rodrigo says. “Why were you not in a relationship?”
Colt steels himself and makes the decision that he’d rather talk than have to go through worse than what happened in the warehouse. “Because I’ve never been good at relationships.”
“Have you tried?”
“Yes.”
“With women?”
“Yes.”
“And they were not good.”
“No.”
“But you are in a relationship with Marco.”
“…Yes.”
“Why travesti istanbul are you bad at relationships?” When Colt is silent for a long while, Rodrigo pushes him. “Don’t make me ask again.”
Colt swallows hard. “Because my mom and dad were in a horrible relationship. Are. They are in a horrible relationship.”
“Ah… I think I see now.”
Colt doesn’t want him to see.
“Was it violent?”
“Yes.”
“Was it violent toward you?”
“Yes.”
Colt feels a hand pet at his ass again. “Did they not love you, Colt?”
Colt shakes his head.
“Answer me.”
“No. They didn’t love me.”
“Such a pity. Some people should not be parents.”
Colt feels a spike of anger. “I don’t want your pity.”
“You have it, nonetheless.”
“Untie me.” Colt says, attempting to pull at his restraints again. “Where are my clothes?”
“I threw them away. You don’t need them right now, and when you’re ready for clothes, I will supply them.”
“Untie me.”
“Ask nicely and respectfully, I might consider it.”
Again, Colt has to make himself get the words out. “Please untie me.”
“Not yet, Colt.” Rodrigo says, sounding pleased with him. “You have to earn that.”
As if to emphasize how he has to earn it, Colt feels Rodrigo touch him between his ass cheeks. The older man is spreading some kind of cream or gel around his perineum and then pushing the same lubricant inside of Colt.
Colt pulls at his restraints again, unable to move. “No. Rodrigo…”
“Ah now, I’m using the lubricant because you’ve been conversing and answering questions. If you continue to tell me no then I will take the lubricant away. Do you want that?”
Colt is frustrated as fuck as he shakes his head. He doesn’t want that. He feels Rodrigo continue to prod him with the lubricant, pushing digits inside of him, opening him. Colt can’t deny that it doesn’t feel better than it did with just saliva.
“This can feel so good, Colt… if you let it.” Rodrigo says. “Rest assured that your boyfriend got here first. His spill is still coated and crusted on your skin. It’s very sexy. Mine will join his.”
This can’t be happening, but it is happening and he’s so embarrassed and scared.
Colt feels the mattress shift and hears the unbuckling of a belt followed by a zipper. Rodrigo pushes inside of him and Colt does his damnedest not to make a sound. It helps that it doesn’t feel like he’s being ripped open so much as stretched in thanks to the lubricant.
Rodrigo goes slow rather than the hurried fuck Marc had been ‘forced’ to give him earlier, slowly filling Colt deeper and deeper until he’s balls deep. Roberto fucks him slow, taking his time to make Colt feel every move, every push in and out, every time his own muscles clamp around the man’s cock.
Surprisingly, this slow fuck by a near stranger is worse than what had happened in the warehouse. It doesn’t matter that it doesn’t hurt as bad. It doesn’t matter how much lube he used or how slow he’s taken it. This isn’t Marc. He wishes it was Marc.
Colt hates that he’s aroused, but he is. He hates that his body seems to agree that this feels good.
He looks at the threads in the blanket beneath him. They’re a woven tapestry of reds and golds. Colt stares at the blanket until he has to close his eyes and focus on not letting himself cum.
Rodrigo doesn’t let him have that though. Once Rodrigo’s cum has joined Marc’s in dribbling out of his ass and lower, Rodrigo touches Colt’s heavy cock. It’s humiliating to him that it only takes three strokes of his hard length to get him to cum.
Colt’s only victory is that he never made a sound.