Where was it? Trek heard his cell phone going off again. He couldn’t find it within the darkness of the pit he was in. He searched frantically as he heard the ring cycle start to end. “Fuck. Call me back!”
He waited. His heart was banging against his ribs. The darkness was all consuming as he tried to hang on to the person who was calling him—willing them to ring him again. Relief moved through his blood when his cell started to go off. Fear left him suddenly immobile as he realized the cell was not in the room with him. He flipped up onto his back, kicking his feet out at the wooden slats above his head. He hit it over and over, splintering the wood as the ringing of his phone echoed just beyond his reach.
As the board splintered, Trek reached out and pulled at the broken slat. With sweat dripping down his brow, he broke through just enough to slip his body through the opening. On the dirty floor, Trek saw his smashed cell phone glowing and ringing. It had obviously been stomped on. He grabbed the phone, trying to answer it before it dumped into voicemail.
A deep male voice sounded very far away but it was the only person he had to hold on to. “Who is this?” He struggled to hear the man’s voice as he gave his name. “I can barely hear you. My phone was damaged when I was…abducted.”
“Stay…on…hold on to the line.”
“You’re breaking up. Where are you?”
Cold fear went through Trek as he looked around. He wasn’t sure where he was. Silver metal surrounded him like a steel coffin in a half dome shape. It looked like an old fallout shelter from the sixties. There was a green couch and a small table but no food or water anywhere.
Panic raced through him as he realized there was a good chance he wasn’t going to get out of this alive. “I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. Just tell me what you see.”
He tried to steady his racing heart. Lights barely illuminated his surroundings. “I’m in some type of underground bunker. I was held in a box that I kicked open.”
“Are you hurt?”
“No. I don’t know where I am. I don’t know where you can find me.”
“Just stay calm. Everything’s going to be okay.”
“I don’t see how it will be.”
“Just give me a chance to the get you out of this.”
For some reason, Vance had the urge to laugh. Before he could stop it from happening, laughter spilled from his lips. “You and I both know that I am not going to live through this.”
“You’re to be singing a different tune when I rescue you.”
“Is that so?”
Something raw and sexual zipped through Trek’s body, causing his cock to fill with heat. The feeling left him speechless. He couldn’t believe this man’s deep voice could practically send him over the edge. It had been a really long time since any man had caught his interests. It was clear to him that the stressful situation had sent his body into overdrive and his mind into the gutter.
“Are you still there?”
The sound of the man’s deep voice knocked him out of his thoughts. He finally was back to the present and the fact that he wasn’t going to get out of this anytime soon. “Can you trace my cell?”
“We have you in a two-mile radius.”
“That could be here.”
“I can hear the sarcasm in your voice.”
The line was starting to break up. Outside, Trek thought he could hear the sound of rain in the distance. “I think I’m losing you.”
A chill raced through Trek’s body as the line went dead. He gripped the phone tightly as he pulled it away from his ear. All hope left his body. How was he going to get out of this alive?
The sound of running water trickled above his head. He chased down the source, finding a small stream of runoff filling the bunker. He frantically tried his phone but he couldn’t get a call to go out. Panic constricted his throat, threatening to send him into a stress induced asthma attack he hadn’t had since childhood. He stared down at the phone, willing it to ring again. Silence echoed painfully back.
He tried the phone again. It rang. He heard the man on the other end pick up. “I’m here.”
“Hello? I can’t hear you. Are you there?”
“I still can’t hear you. Stay on the line either way.”
Rainwater dripped down over Vance’s face. He searched for something to stop the water from coming in. He found a pillow from the couch and held it up above him. The water rushed around the pillow despite plugging the hole. Water filled around his ankles. It was as though a downspout outside was being directed into the bunker. A river was now streaming down over his hands. It was futile to keep trying to plug it.
The water was now up to his knees, dirty and cold. Trek backed away from the wall, letting the pillow fall away. There was no way he was plugging this hole. The phone was wet and gripped in his pale right hand. He was inwardly shaking. He could still hear the man’s voice on the other end.
As he held Vance in his arms, Pact didn’t want to think about what tomorrow would bring. All he wanted to do was to hold on to this one moment in time—even if it was the wrong thing to do. He pressed him back against the wall, leaning down and brushing their mouths together.
Their tongues tangled as Vance sighed into his kiss. He submitted completely, swooning against his chest. He could easily take him here and now in the foyer. They were both breathing hard as Pact surfaced from the kiss.
“Sorry I took so long to get here.”
“It’s okay. I would have waited all night for you.”
He could see questions in Vance’s eyes and he wanted to answer all of them right now but he wanted his sub to trust him. “Are you ready to do this?”
“You know there’s no going back, right?”
“I know. I can handle it.”
Pact smoothed his hands down Vance’s arms, squeezing his hands tightly before lifting them to pin them above his head. He pushed his hips against his sub’s, slipping his leg between his. He could feel his sub’s heart beating wildly as he took control of his body. “You like this, don’t you, sub?”
“You want me, sub?”
Vance bit his lip. “God, yes.”
“When was your last sexual encounter, sub?”
The question seemed to surprise his sub. “Four months ago.”
“Do you use condoms?”
“Good. Now, I want you to go upstairs and get undressed. We’re going to do a body inspection.”
Ever so slowly, Pact backed away, letting go of his submissive. Without hesitation, his sub undressed in the foyer, dropping his clothing to the floor before heading upstairs. As Trek went upward, Pact picked up the bag full of toys he had bought for their evening together. He had to go to several places before he found everything. But now he was fully equipped to handle his sub tonight.
As Trek waited patiently in the middle of the room, Pact pulled a blindfold from the bag. He didn’t want Trek to see his face as he worked. He wanted to look at his lover without restraint. As he smoothed the blindfold around Vance’s eyes, he could hear the sharp intake of his breath. He was clearly nervous about what was going to happen between them. Good. He wanted him to be filled with anticipation.
Once his eyes were covered, Pact took off his shirt, leaving on only his jeans. He took a riding crop from his duffle bag and smoothed the leather tip over his sub. Goosebumps pebbled on his skin. God, he was so muscular.
Hard corded muscle gave way to a beautiful body. His hard pecs were amazing. Even his nipples were flicked hard with anticipation. Dark chest hair spilled over that chest, tapering lower to a fine line that led toward his hard cock. Looking at his prick, Pact’s mouth watered in sweet erotic anticipation.
Trek’s cock was thick and wide, arching up toward his navel. With every beat of his sub’s heart, his cock throbbed. Pre-cum surfaced on his tip, curving down around his shaft. With the smooth leather edge of the flogger, Pact caught that drip. He lifted the flogger to Vance’s mouth.
Trek moaned as his tongue snaked out, tasting his spunk. His tongue savored that one salty drip as he moaned for more. Pact’s dick contracted hard at the memory of Trek sucking his finger. He wanted his sub on his knees, sucking him off. The thought of ramming his prick down his sub’s throat was too much. Pact had to gain control of the situation before it was too late.
Instead of dropping his jeans, Pact got back to work, doing his body inspection. Trek’s body was flawless. Perfect in a way his would never be. Pact wasn’t embarrassed by his flaws but he didn’t want them to be a distraction the first time they were together. That made what Pact was about to do easier. He wanted his sub to stay blindfolded for their first encounter.
Shivers raced over Trek’s skin as he moved the flogger down over his balls, tapping them gently. He slipped the flogger over his ass, loving the way his sub arched his athletic ass out for more. That had Pact pulling the riding crop back, spanking him hard. A red line appeared across both butt cheeks.
Temptation had Pact reaching down, smoothing his hand over his ass. He loved the feel of his athletic ass beneath his palm. Determined to take complete control, Pact locked his handcuffs around Vance’s wrists, hearing the sharp intake of his breath as he locked his wrists down tight.
“Trust me, sub.”
“We need to go over the rules for your safety,” Pact said.
“Hot is your safe word I want you to use if you fell things get too much for you to handle, psychologically or physically. Don’t be afraid to use it. You won’t disappoint me. I want you safe. Understand?”
“I do, Sir.”
“Let’s begin, sub.”