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The cuffs clinked behind him as he jerked around for any sense of comfort. The whole entire situation was new, but not entirely unwelcome.
Which was a lot to say, given that he couldn't say anything with the gag in his mouth.
He distinctively knew it was one of his old ties, the checkered one from his ska days, based on just by the texture on his tongue. Do not ask why he knew that.
A shiver racked through his body as the vibrator inside his ass got one setting stronger. Ripples of pleasure washed over his body, and pure stubborn ego was what prevented him from giving out any signs of it. Although, it was a heedless effort, his cock standing proud between his legs were a big giveaway. He couldn't see it with the blindfold around his eyes, but he could feel it throbbing painfully from lack of attention.
The vibrating cock ring did little to no help.
A sudden lick on his neck startled him, waking him up from anger-pleasure ridden fantasy. Hot and heavy breaths escaped audibly from his nostrils, stubbornly refusing to move a muscle. He thought of Edd and Matt rolling around in shit to stop him from either moaning, or lolling his head sideways for the intruder to have more neck to lick.
"Don't think about them," Tord's commanding voice echoed through the room, albeit a little hazy from the dizziness he felt. "Think about me."
No, he bit back internally. He felt his cock twitch, traitorously. Whore, he criticized himself.
He felt Tord's smirk against his shoulder and then sniffing the space between his collarbone and neck. "Tom," he called out in that hot, sexy, commanding tone again. Another twitch from his cock followed, stronger this time. "I don't like it when you're being stubborn, Tom."
The ring on his cock vibrated and he screamed against the gag. He tried to curl into himself blindly but the collar on his neck pulled him back. He moved his hands around as a futile attempt to free himself from the cuffs. It took a while for his calm his breathing down, unstoppable moans spilling out fruitlessly from his mouth. He felt the gag go wet in his mouth, and he hated himself for even liking the whole situation.
Or how he allowed it in the first place.
Tord chuckled lowly as Tom felt him leave his neck. Once again, he was completely vulnerable. The vibrator in his ass stopped, but it shifted when he moved earlier and it landed right up his prostrate. The pull on his collar weakened and he felt himself almost going slack. The vibrator in his prostrate woke him up instead.
He was beyond overstimulated. It almost hurt. But his cock was still left untouched, and the ring surrounding it had stopped him from cumming. He lost count after four.
When he felt calmer, he tried to wiggled his ass around subtly. Seeking more friction from the now-still vibrator in his good spot.
A smack on his thigh and the simultaneous stopping of the vibrating cock ring made him scream again, this time making the dildo in his ass hit his prostrate deeper.
"Cheeky Thomas," Tord cooed playfully, landing a loving kiss on Tom's smacked thigh. A weird sense of relief flooded in Tom.
Tord whispered sweet nonsense in his ear as Tom tried to calm down again. Tord's cold hands were welcomed on his hot body.
"Tom, I'm gonna turn this one on again," Tord said in a surprisingly loving voice. He tapped on the vibrating dildo in his ass, to emphasize what he said to Tom. "Are you ready?"
Still determined to be stubborn, Tom remained silent. His body shivered with each caress Tord gave to him; on his chest, to his back, to cupping hiss, everything.
Tord blew a hot breath on the back of his ear and he moaned. "I think you are."
Tom tried to shake his head no, but the dildo already started to vibrate. It started on a low setting but with each passing minute, or what felt like hours, Tord ramped up the vibrator by one setting until he reached the highest.
The gag did nothing to mute his moans and screams. He could only hope that no one else could hear him but Tord.
Why do I want Tord to hear me?
He kept his back straight but he couldn't help arching as the vibrator was being thrusted in and out of him. He was shaking violently, hips confused on whether to meet each thrust of the dildo, or to look for friction for his throbbing cock.
He could hear each breath Tord took as he bit down on his collarbone, no doubt watching the dildo sinking deep inside him again and again.
He wanted to cum so bad, he could start praying.
The dildo was shoved deep inside his prostrate one last time before he felt Tord leave him for a little while. Each breath he took was shaky, the cold air biting his lungs.
He felt a hand curl onto his cock and he whispered out breathless please's and thank you's from the touch alone. Tord gave him a few tugs, uncomfortable with the cock ring in the way. He must've groaned out his discomfort because Tord ever so slowly pulled it off.
His blindfolds were wet from the tears with the immediate, immense relief he felt.
Which were soon halted by Tord gripping him from the base.
Tom thought of kicking him were he sat at the foot of the bed.
Tord only chuckled, slowly releasing his grip.
"Don't cum yet, Tom." He said with a threat. "I have more plans with you."
Tord licked him from the base to the tip and gave him a little swirl with his tongue. Tom moaned out and his legs subconsciously squeezed shut from the sensation.
Or at least he wanted to, when Tord forced his thighs apart with inhuman-like strength.
Tom felt the devilish grin on Tord's lips as he laid hi tongue flat over his head. "Keep these babies open, or I'm leaving you like this. Do you want that?"
Shamefully, Tom shook his head no.
"I thought so," Tord said hotly as he started to swallow down his cock in just oneー
Tom sat up in cold sweat.
He looked around the darkness of his (unfortunately) now-shared room to see the intruding roommate of his still asleep on his own bed.
He glanced down under the sheets and cursed to see his suspicions were correct. It was going to be a hell of a mess to clean up, and an even bigger to mess to explain what happened.
Quiet as a mouse, he slid out of his bed and quickly changed his clothing. He tried to be as silent as possible to remove the covers on his bed and shove it deep under his laundry basket.
The possibility of either Edd or Matt bombarding into his room was a large one, so he had no choice but to spend more effort in putting in new covers than going back into his bare mattress.
He bumped into his nightstand at point and his whole body froze with fear of Tord waking up. He craned his neck slowly to take a peek. He sighed out of relief to see no changes of the sleeping person and went back to work.
When he did a sloppy job, he concurred it was fine enough to sleep in. He pulled up his cover over him and forced himself to swallow done the bile in his throat.
Tom was fine, do not ask him if he isn't.
Tord willed himself to lay as still as he could, forgoing any kind of unwelcome thought that invaded his brain.
He heard Tom settle in his bed after minutes of shuffling.
It was only then that Tord rubbed his hands on his warm face. He couldn't decipher what emotion was bubbling in his chest and he decided to ignore it.
What was up with that Tom was talking with? Was she the reason why that shit happened to Tom?
He decided to stop asking himself unnecessary questions. He has a plan he has yet to attend to.