The Hostage

A young man is kidnapped and given the screw of his life.

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Danny was so, so fucked up. The night was young, and he was already drunk. Not dead drunk, since he believed he had quite a good tolerance to alcohol, but enough to experience more than a little buzz.

It was, after all, the only way he could function lately. Unwind or whatever. He stared at the bottom of the glass, wishing he could jump in it and drown.

“I’ll be right back,” he told his companion and walked toward the bathroom. Their business associates would be there shortly, and he needed to splash some water on his face. Maybe practice his winning smile in the restaurant’s bathroom mirror.

At 25, he was pretty much a catch. He was on the right path to inherit a fortune and had all the privilege granted by the most elitist education one could get. He caught his face in the mirror and rubbed one hand over it. His eyes were bloodshot. Good thing they looked so friendly all the time, a hazel brown he had been said to be quite charming. His hair was growing a bit too long. He brushed his hands through it, pushing it away from his forehead. People called him handsome. He didn’t care.

Women called him good looking and a charmer. He had the best smile, they said. He didn’t care, either. Good genes were responsible for that. His mother, a trophy wife in her own right, had passed on full kissable lips and an overall pleasing face with high cheekbones and just the right amount of softness to make him look unmenacing to other males.

His father called him baby-faced and weak. He did care about that. And it was, maybe, why he drank so much lately. Daddy set the bar quite high these days.

Someone walked into the bathroom, and Danny paid no attention at first, too lost in his thoughts.

“Rough night?” a raspy voice called from his right.

He turned slightly. The first thing he noticed was the leather jacket, worn and smelling of the road. Such an unusual sight in a place catering to businessmen and high class whores. Danny wasn’t sure to which category he belonged. Daddy would probably set him straight if he knew.

The second thing he noticed was the short stubble covering a manly face. And then the eyes, steely and blue. The stranger wasn’t smiling. The look in his eyes was enough to give Danny chills.

The guy was almost one head taller, so Danny had to tilt his head back a little, especially since the stranger was invading his space. His hair and eyes were dark, which made his eyes look hypnotic and a bit out of place on that face. He could be in his early 30s or even younger.

Danny fought the impulse to step back. “Not yet. But it will be,” he offered with a strained smile.

“Looking for fun?” The stranger moved closer, and Danny inhaled the smell of worn leather and cigarettes. And freedom.

Was the guy trying to peddle drugs to him now?

Danny snorted. “No. I have a business dinner which is about to start. And I only drink the occasional glass,” he added, for no reason at all.

The stranger’s face wrinkled with a smile. “I was talking about a different kind of fun.”

This time, Danny stepped back. Even drunk, he could sense danger. He shivered and moved away. “Yeah, not interested,” he said on the way out, waving at the man.

~~~

Ace watched the rich cocksucker walking out on him. He was there on business, too, but that didn’t mean he would pass on some good old fun if he could help it. He checked his watch. Yeah, there was still time to kill.

Maybe he would rub one off at the expense of that piece of tail that had just escaped through his fingers. Ace took pride in being able of sniffing cocksuckers from one look. This one reeked of want. Want to get down on his knees and blow a guy like him.

Too bad he had a stick up his ass. Ace threw a look at himself in the mirror. Maybe he had scared the little cocksucker, but it wasn’t like he had time for courtship. Or any interest in doing that.

Yeah, too bad he didn’t have time to teach that trust fund baby what real fun looked like. How would that pretty face look with tears streaking his cheeks and a mouth choke full of cock? Ace rubbed his crotch. He would look perfect. His friends thought he was picky when it came to the dudes he fucked, and for good reasons. His cock deserved only the best, and he enjoyed breaking rich kids looking for fun and sending them home to their daddies with their holes filled with cum.

He tsked and shook his head. He had a business to run, too. With steady hands, he took the black balaclava from his pocket and pulled it over his face.

~~~

Danny’s smile strained as the fucker in front of him continued to boast about his financials. Who gave a fuck? He was there to close the deal, not listen to this moron. He downed another glass of bourbon and grimaced at the burn.

A short scream stopped the humdrum of their conversation. Then, the sound of glass breaking pierced the air.

And then, a shot. Danny felt his blood rushing to his feet and froze on the spot. In slow motion, he registered the people around either throwing themselves to the ground or rushing towards the exit.

And he couldn’t move. Couldn’t look.

Someone grabbed his shoulder and the smell of worn leather and gun smoke hit his nostrils.

“You’re coming with me.”

Danny raised his eyes to meet steely blues from under a mask. “No,” he whispered, but the power to struggle was gone from him.

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