Gil held back a scream when someone grabbed him, pulling the hood off of his head. It was the same guy who had given him the dang thing.
“Come on.” He pulled Gil from the platform and hauled him through the door. The man wasn’t being very polite. His fingers were bruising. Gil was going to have a black-and-blue mark.
Once they were in the next room, Gil glanced around. This was the room he’d waited in before being put on that platform. It was dimly lit with rows of chairs stacked on top of one another. The dark carpet was soft under his bare feet, but Gil was still cold. He didn’t see any windows in this room, but there were three doors.
“Stay put while the transaction is finishing up.” The man left Gil and walked through the farthest door on the left. Gil’s eyes slid to the door on the right. Okay, maybe having a peek couldn’t hurt. Gil hurried over and turned the handle only to find it locked. He tried the middle door, but it wouldn’t open either.
“Dang,” Gil whispered as he bit his lower lip. There had to be a way out of here. He didn’t want to wait around to find out his fate. He was pretty darn sure he knew what that was. He’d been put on display while naked. It didn’t take a genius to figure this one out. “Think, dang it.”
If only he had some sort of mind power, he would be able to open the door instantly. Gil gazed at the middle door, wishing it would open. He gasped when it did. Holy cow! Gil gazed at the door to his right, but nothing happened.
Oh well. At least he got one door open. As he took a step forward, the biggest man he’d ever laid eyes on walked through the opened door. Gil swallowed hard, taking a step back. “I didn’t imagine a guy coming through.”
The man held his finger to his lips as he looked around. Gil looked around as well. “What are we looking at?” Gil asked.
Before the man could answer him, Gil heard voices close-by. His eyes widened as he darted past the large man, heading straight for the middle door. He wasn’t sticking around to see if his kidnapper returned. Gil skidded to a stop at the door. “Are you coming?”
If Gil had conjured the man up, then he was responsible for the guy. He couldn’t just leave him standing there. “Hurry,” he said.
The large man turned, heading back to the middle door. Gil shot out of it, to discover that he was in a corridor. He wasn’t sure which way to go. The last thing he wanted was to be put on the platform again.
“This way,” his conjured man said. Gil spun on his heel and hurried behind the large man. He was going to have to give the guy a name. He couldn’t just keep calling him the large man.
“Hey, Bob, do you know where we’re going?” Gil asked as he ran to keep up with his new friend.
Gil frowned. “I like Bob better.” Since when did conjured men name themselves? As this was the first time Gil had done something like this, he supposed it was possible that he’d somehow created a guy with a mind of his own.
But he still liked the name Bob much better.
When Bob opened the door at the end of the corridor, Gil had to hold his hand over his eyes. The sun was blinding. “I can’t see, Bob.”
“My name is Domingo.”
Bob grabbed Gil’s upper arm and hurried him over rough terrain. He wasn’t sure where he was, but when he was able to see, Gil gasped at the sprawling forest all around him. The heat from the sun warmed his naked body as Gil hurried to keep up with Bob.
“You’re not the one who bought me, are you?” He was pretty sure that if Bob was the one who bought him, they wouldn’t be running to get away. But he had to ask. Besides, Gil had conjured the man up after the bidding had taken place.
Bob grunted as he pulled Gil over to one of the cars parked in a dirt driveway. “No, now get in.”
“Pushy. Maybe I should have invented a nicer fellow.” Gil sniffed as he crawled into the backseat. “I want you to take me home, Bob.”
The man growled before slamming the car door in Gil’s face. What did he say wrong? He and Bob were going to have a serious talk about the man’s attitude. They were also going to have a talk about Gil’s small apartment. If Bob was going to live with him, then he was going to have to find a larger apartment. His one-bedroom was too small for Bob. The guy wouldn’t even fit in Gil’s bathroom.
Gil settled into the backseat as Bob tore from the driveway like the devil was on his heels. The car jerked Gil around before he managed to snap his seat belt into place. The fact that Gil was naked was unsettling, but it was better than being given to the man who had bought him. Gil would happily ride naked in the back of this car for the rest of his life if it meant not being given to some weirdo.
Clasping his hands between his legs, Gil asked, “So, Bob, where are we going?”
Crystal-brown eyes gazed at Gil from the rearview mirror and he could see a frown working its way across Bob’s forehead. “Is there something wrong with your brain?”
“No, I don’t think so.” Gil shook his head. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I keep telling you my name is Domingo, yet you keep calling me Bob.”
“Because”—Gil unbuckled his safety belt and scooted closer to the back of Bob’s seat—”I conjured you up, so I should get to name you. I’m not sure where you got the name Domingo from, but it doesn’t fit.”
“And Bob does?”
“Sure,” Gil said with a shrug. “Bob fits everyone. I like it, too.”
Gil was exhausted by the time Domingo lit a small campfire. It was all he could do to keep his eyes open. It had to have been at least fifteen hours since Domingo had pulled Gil from the auction. His entire body was one big sore lump. On top of that, Gil was freezing.
Domingo must have noticed Gil shivering. He came over and curled his large body around Gil, giving Gil the warmth he desperately needed. They were both soaking wet and Gil knew that they weren’t going to warm up with their clothes on.
“You should get naked,” Gil said to Domingo.
Domingo stiffened behind Gil. “Come again?”
Gil rolled his eyes as he pulled away from Domingo’s arms. He yanked his shirt off and hung it over a bush. “Our clothes will dry faster this way and the heat from the fire will be able to get to our skin faster.”
Gil thought it was a logical idea until Domingo undressed. As if in some sort of daze, Gil moved closer to Domingo, running his hand over the man’s broad chest. He tweaked one of Domingo’s nipples, watching as it tightened and peaked. Gil felt drugged by the spiraling pleasure, wanting to get closer, to taste Domingo’s salty skin. A delicious ache began in Gil’s groin as he leaned forward and licked at the taut skin.
“Gil.” Domingo said his name while he hissed.
Gil wasn’t about to be turned down again. He looked up at Domingo and curved his mouth into a wicked smile before he attacked the man’s nipple. Domingo grabbed Gil’s head, anchoring him to his chest as he threaded his fingers through Gil’s hair. Gil gasped when Domingo squeezed his fingers tighter, yanking at Gil’s hair.
Groaning in pleasure, Gil nuzzled and nursed hungrily at Domingo, biting and licking at both sensitive nubs until they stood hard. Domingo jerked as he let out a low moan. Gil began to pant, his cock thickening. His fingers dug into Domingo’s sides as he began to lower himself, licking and sucking at Domingo along the way.
Domingo’s hands never left Gil’s hair. They helped guide Gil lower and lower. Gil made a low rumble of pleasure in his throat, using his teeth to nip at Domingo’s navel.
Domingo let one hand go, using it to stroke himself. Gil moved his head, licking at the pre-cum as Domingo’s hand pumped. Domingo’s other hand squeezed Gil’s hair with spread fingers, lacing the broad digits through the strands.
Gil leaned back and then sank Domingo’s cock into his mouth. He breathed through his nostrils, a vibration shivering through him when the head of Domingo’s cock nudged the back of his throat. He swallowed around the full length, his eyes closing.
Domingo released his hand and Gil took over, stroking the thick shaft as he ran his tongue up and down the length to taste the salty crown. The musk exploded in his mouth. The feel of Domingo’s cock slipping down his throat was indescribable, as the muscles of Gil’s throat spasmed around the shaft.
Pre-cum leaked down his throat as Domingo’s legs began to quiver. Gil was hard, primed, and couldn’t help but wrap a hand around his own aching cock. His knees hurt from pressing into the ground, but there was no way he was stopping. He finally had Domingo where he wanted him, and Gil planned on finishing this.
Gil stroked himself as he opened his mouth wider, taking the cock to the back of his throat. With both hands on Gil’s head, Domingo fucked his mouth, his hips snapping forward and then pulling back. Gil kept his hand on the lower half of Domingo’s shaft so he wouldn’t take the full length.
Still, Gil choked a little. He wasn’t used to swallowing this quickly, continuously. Domingo’s cock was already big enough. He moved his head to the side, using a different angle, taking Domingo’s shaft down his throat a little more easily.
“Damn, Gil,” Domingo groaned before his hips started thrusting faster. “Take me, sweetheart. Take me down your throat.”
Gil opened wider, his hand pumping so fast he was afraid he would have friction burns come morning. He pumped a few more times and then Gil cried out around Domingo’s cock.