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Another bubble popping made a loud crack through the cafeteria. The echoing made his hair stand on end and he looked around and then laughed at himself. He was giving himself the heebie-jeebies for nothing.
Then he heard it, a long, low whistle. It was in the distance but still clear as day. His blood ran cold, he wasn’t alone. Quickening his step, Shane made his way to the exit and rattled at the door. Locked. How in the hell could he leave? He tried another door. And another. The panic was rising within him as another whistle pierced the night, the sound making his heartrate spike. No, no he couldn’t be stuck here. He had to get out.
There was another exit down the hallway, past a few stores. But towards the whistling. He stood clouting the door for a moment longer, steeling himself to make it to the next door. It bothered him how loud his footsteps felt in the stillness. He froze just beyond the final chairs of the cafe— it was silent. Where was the whistling?
He realized this way too late just as a large arm wrapped around his throat, yanking him backwards and off his feet. Shane was tall, yes, but whoever this was was taller still and he struggled to regain his footing as he was dragged backwards.
Shane tried to pry the arm off of his windpipe, grappling at the white cloth shirt. His blood ran cold as he was dragged into the bathroom. The young man was thrown on the tile floor and the chains on his pants made a loud crash that overpowered the soft CLICK of the door being locked.
Heart racing, Shane backpedaled on his hands to put distance between himself and his assailant. He finally had a chance to see who it was and he swallowed hard.
Looming above him was a man of giant stature, broad shouldered and intimidating. His rust colored beard hid his sadistic grin as he flashed something shiny towards the frightened smaller man.
A knife.
“L-look you can have my money, just let me go… Officer?” The man was dressed almost like an officer would, except he didn’t carry a gun on him. Mall security. Regardless, this man held all the power in the room and that scared Shane dearly.
“You know what I want.” Was all he said. He took a step forward, pressing the blade against his lips in a “shhhing” motion. Shane instinctively backed up again until he hit the wall.
“N-no I really don’t Sir but p-please let me go and I won’t say anything, I promise!”
The man was standing over him now and Shane had little choice other than to attempt to kick his leg out. He succeeded and the man fell—on top of him. The sheer mass of the man knocked the wind out of Shane and he gasped for air. He caught a name tag on the man’s breast- Tyler.
In the process of falling the man had lost his knife and the two grappled for it. It took one swift strike and Shane’s head bouncing off the tile floor to still the younger man. The officer dragged him towards one of the stalls and rolled him onto his back.
“What a joke.” He scoffed as he yanked the loose pants down, exposing the younger man’s boxers. The red studded belt barely held them up as it was. With his pants around his ankles the man took his time to collect his knife and return to his prey.
Shane had cometo somewhat when the officer was unbuckling his own belt. There was quite a large bulge in his trousers and Shane looked at him in disbelief.
“L-listen m-man, c’mon let me go, please” his voice cracked. The man bent down, grasped Shane’s hair and pulled him up to his knees. He was eyelevel with this man’s cock and he tried to turn his head away when he felt something cold against his neck.
“You better get me wet before I fuck that ass of yours, kid. Cause this’ll hurt like a bitch.” Tyler laughed darkly, his hand buried in Shane’s shaggy hair.
On his knees, trembling, Shane had his mouth wrapped around the man’s cock. He was stooped over, the knife resting on his clavicle and each time the man thrust into his throat it tickled the knife’s edge. He winced and groaned with each micro cut that threatened to break skin. Tyler dropped his head back in a groan as he pushed himself balls deep in the man’s throat, forcing him to gag profusely. Spit dripped out of his mouth as he begged for air with muffled, gasping cries.
Tyler released his hand towards his belt and pulled it out of his pants, trusting that his knife would keep Shane sucking, and it did.
“I’ll need yours too, boy.” He said with a grunt. Tears began to form in Shane’s eyes as he knew he wasn’t getting out of this unscathed. He undid his belt and handed it to the man with shaky hands.
Stepping back, Tyler let Shane fall to his hands and knees. He shook with fear and violation, and something else. He felt a stirring within his own boxers and he prayed that it wasn’t visible.
Hands behind your back.” He commanded and Shane laid on the ground, complying. He felt one of the belts being laced on his wrists and clasped tightly around them. Tyler then yanked him up with the belt and he nearly fell back over again. Sagged against the wall, he was at Tyler’s mercy. He took the knife and slowly sawed Shane’s shirt off from top to bottom, occasionally nipping at his skin with the point.
He came to the top of the man’s boxers and Shane’s voice broke again “P-please Sir, Please let me go”
His pleas were ignored as the elastic too was cut by his blade, tracing down between his pale cheeks.
Tyler stroked himself a few times before pressing Shane into the wall, breathing heavily on his neck.
“You’re gonna be so tight, you punkass bitch.” Tyler kicked his legs open more and guided his prick home. His hand brushed against Shane’s balls and that’s when he noticed how hard the man was. The second belt found its way around Shane’s neck and he tightened it too tight. Shane began gasping, he grinned and bit down into the young man’s shoulder just as he violently thrust into the man. Tyler cut off his screams with the nooselike belt and held him up as Shane nearly blacked out from loss of oxygen and sheer pain. Tyler’s cock was meaty and long and Shane’s asshole was being torn up on the inside.
He allowed Shane to breathe and cry, loosening it slightly in favor of bringing his knife up to the man’s side.
“Ride my cock like you need it to survive, boy, because you do.”
The humiliation of having to rock back into Tyler, atop his cock, push himself into the wall only to impale himself again had Shane crying harder to the point of hiccups. The knife teased along his side and his insides felt like they were on fire. He couldn’t ignore his cock as hard as it was either. And neither could Tyler.
“Mmmff that’s it boy, keep going like that.” He groaned into Shane’s ear as his hand wrapped around to Shane’s cock and he started stroking him in sync with Shane fucking himself on Tyler’s cock. Whenever Shane slowed down the belt tightened until he picked up the pace. His breath was almost as labored as Tyler’s was and in a matter of minutes he knew he was going to explode.
“S—stoop” he begged but he came with a twist of Tyler’s hand, against the wall and splattering up onto his stomach. Leaving his wilting cock, Tyler gripped onto Shane’s small hips and fucked the man as hard as he could, to the point where he had to brace himself against the wall.
With a few final thrusts, Tyler came hard inside Shane’s asshole, who had started crying again shamefully. With his load spent, Tyler stepped back and let the younger man crumple to the floor. He curled up the best he could, hands still bound behind his back and he cried.
Tyler fixed his pants and stood, leaving the room. Tyler let the young man sob for a few moments alone in the room before returning and untying his hands. Once the final belt was off his neck Shane threw his arms around Tyler and hugged him tightly. Tyler sat with him, rocking him and stroking his matted hair gently.
“SSssssh now now, you were so beautiful, little one. You did so good! I’ve got you now, you’re safe, you’re safe.” He whispered reassuradely into Shane’s ear, whose face was buried deeply in Tyler’s chest. Once the room quieted and Shane was reduced to sniffles, Tyler tapped his shoulder.
Shane looked up with bleary eyes into Tyler’s proud ones. He held a small package in his hand. With shaky hands, Shane took it and opened it to a soft sugar cookie with rainbow sprinkles on it. Shane’s laughter burst into more tears as he bearhugged the older man and he whispered “Thank you Sir.” lovingly. -->
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