"Yeah, we will get to that. Let's pack him up, boys!"
With that instruction, purposefully in English, things suddenly moved very quickly. A black fabric hood was pulled down over Sam's head and then there was the sound of tape being unrolled. The tape was wrapped over the hood, mostly securing it over Sam's mouth, effectively making it impossible for him to scream or make much sound at all.
Then he was pulled up and started being shoved along, while Cheon walked next to him. "We're taking a car to your place. Don't worry, you don't have to drive. We don't want to get you a DUI charge."
Fucking hell, this was totally off the rails and he couldn't for a second follow anything that was happening. His mind was in a thousand different places and he was so lost in the euphoria that being marched down to his car barely registered for him. He staggered around in the dark and wondered what the fuck was going on.
The floor felt like the sky and the sky felt like the floor - he almost fell on his face, if it wasn't for the guy basically dragging him along. The whole world was wrong and all he could see was blackness.
"Rough trip, huh?" Cheon seemed to be very amused by the situation, making Sam lie down with his head in his lap once they were in the backseat of the car. He stroked Sam's head almost gently, clearly making a mockery of him in this situation. "Shame your mouth isn't free, could have made you suck me off."
Ah, well. He'd just have to fuck him once they got there.
Sam had enough sense to know that this was bad. He felt like he could breathe, he was hot and restless, he wanted to kick the door open and take off running but his legs couldn't stretch far enough and he could barely get his body to do anything. He lifted his head up and shook it to try and get him off but it didn't achieve as much as he wanted.
So he settled for slamming it back down in the hopes he smacked the bastard right in the dick.
Sam's movement was sluggish, making that move easy to predict. Cheon caught him and pulled him upright, so he could press down on his throat with one hand and hold him against the seat. "Shh, be a good boy. You know, everything is more intense for you right now. That includes pain." That said, he punched him in the stomach. He felt he had more than earned that.
"Almost there, detective. Don't make me hurt you too much more before the main show can start."
The punch was so hard, he felt like he was going to be sick. He couldn't breathe and he felt the panic overtake. He tried to move his arms but he couldn't so he cried out and wriggled as much as he could from Cheon. He was going to die before he reached his apartment, wasn't he? What a way to die.
He took a very sharp inhale from his nose and tried to see through his eyes but all the slight dots of light from the stitching just made his eyes fuzzy and his head spin. The feel of the hand around his throat was about the only thing keeping him grounded and he almost wanted Cheon to keep it there. Touch was the only real thing.
"There we go, boy. That's better." Cheon chuckled, keeping his hand there and also getting another hand between Sam's legs. He quickly unzipped his jeans and got a hold of him through his underwear, for now only giving him a light squeeze. "Let's see how easily excited you are. You young cops are all the same, really in it for the danger, aren't you? Part of you is loving this. Part of you wants to be made a bitch."
He knew that this was something he shouldn't like but his dick got hard faster than he had ever experienced in his life barring perhaps some awkward teenage years. He always remembered that time Barty climbed into his bed at school, realising his boner was there and God, his dick was persistent when it was hard.
Right now, it was not being shy and he hated himself for it. Hated himself for moaning too.
"All of that preaching and then you're the first to rut against my hand." Cheon certainly wasn't complaining. He had to grin, stroking Sam a little now, giving him more pleausre to lose himself into.
But then the car stopped and soon Sam was hauled along, trousers still open. They walked through the staircase of his building, cold air against his underwear. Cheon used Sam's own keys to unlock and then he was shoved inside his flat, the door closed again. For the moment, no one was holding Sam, but he was still blind, gagged, drugged and handcuffed, so it wasn't as if he was much of a threat.
Sam knew this was his moment to act but he had no idea how to act. He didn't know up from down, he had no idea where he was in his own apartment. It smelled familiar and he knew what direction then had come in but when he spun around, he didn't know when to stop. He lost his footing and slumped against his dresser.
He was home, this was his chance and he was fucking it up. He felt his pants slipping down and tried to move his legs out to keep them up. He turned again to where he heard Cheon moving and took his chance, the only chance he really had. He charged in what direction he assumed Cheon was and hoped he could knock him down,
Cheon caught him around the middle with ease, then bodily lifted him up to simply carry him over his sad excuse for a bad. He dropped him down on it and then there were many hands on Sam again, uncuffing him only to immediately cuff him again. Only this time he was on his back on his bed, with both wrists cuffed to the corners of it.
His pants were pulled down past his knees, leaving his still erect cock on display. Then finally, the tape started being unwound from around the hood and then it was pulled off. Cheon clamped his hand down over Sam's mouth immediately, looking into his eyes. "Show's about to start, detective. My boys are setting up the camera. Are you ready?" He looked down and laughed. "You look ready."
Sam knew the right thing to do was to make nose but Cheon's grip was like nothing else. The room was too bright, his vision was shimmering and somehow, his dick was still rock hard. He squirmed under Cheon and rattled his cuffs uselessly but he couldn't seem to get himself even an inch off the bed. All of his fight was leaving him.
And he felt bad but he wanted it to. He just wanted to lie back and feel much touch. He just wanted that hand back. Everything felt better when he had his had on his dick and nothing else mattered.
"Shh, boy. We'll get back to the nice bit in a minute, promise. Just got to take care that you don't bother your neighbours." He got a gag handed to him by one of his men and he moved his hand off of Sam's mouth, only to immediate insert it. It was a bright red ball-gag, so it would come out all the better on video. Cheon strapped it on and then used a lock to keep it in place for longer. He didn't want Sam to be freed easily, simply more fun that way.
Then he stepped back, so he could check and make sure the camera was at the right angle. "Do you want me to touch you again, DI Tyler? Do you want to be fucked?"
What the hell did Cheon even say at this point? He couldn't understand the words. He strained up in his cuffs and tried to breathe around the gag. It was better than the sack, it made him a lot less anxious. The cool air could hit his face. The room was spinning and he couldn't even see the camera any more. He couldn't see anything but stars and he wanted to be touched.
As soon as Cheon touched him again, he moaned behind the gag and jerked up. Was that a yes? What did he even know? He was desperate now. He didn't care what was what.
It was all a game to Cheon and, now, it was an easy game. His own face obscured from the angle he was at, he started out by jerking Sam off, all very well in frame. Then, because he was very much in the mood himself by then, he got into position and fucked him.
With that done, the camera was packed away and Sam was cleaned up, although nobody bothered pulling up his pants, much less freeing him. He was left just like that, gagged and cuffed, so that he could be found by whoever would check his flat.
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With that instruction, purposefully in English, things suddenly moved very quickly. A black fabric hood was pulled down over Sam's head and then there was the sound of tape being unrolled. The tape was wrapped over the hood, mostly securing it over Sam's mouth, effectively making it impossible for him to scream or make much sound at all.
Then he was pulled up and started being shoved along, while Cheon walked next to him. "We're taking a car to your place. Don't worry, you don't have to drive. We don't want to get you a DUI charge."
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The floor felt like the sky and the sky felt like the floor - he almost fell on his face, if it wasn't for the guy basically dragging him along. The whole world was wrong and all he could see was blackness.
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Ah, well. He'd just have to fuck him once they got there.
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So he settled for slamming it back down in the hopes he smacked the bastard right in the dick.
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"Almost there, detective. Don't make me hurt you too much more before the main show can start."
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He took a very sharp inhale from his nose and tried to see through his eyes but all the slight dots of light from the stitching just made his eyes fuzzy and his head spin. The feel of the hand around his throat was about the only thing keeping him grounded and he almost wanted Cheon to keep it there. Touch was the only real thing.
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Seemed clear to him.
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Right now, it was not being shy and he hated himself for it. Hated himself for moaning too.
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But then the car stopped and soon Sam was hauled along, trousers still open. They walked through the staircase of his building, cold air against his underwear. Cheon used Sam's own keys to unlock and then he was shoved inside his flat, the door closed again. For the moment, no one was holding Sam, but he was still blind, gagged, drugged and handcuffed, so it wasn't as if he was much of a threat.
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He was home, this was his chance and he was fucking it up. He felt his pants slipping down and tried to move his legs out to keep them up. He turned again to where he heard Cheon moving and took his chance, the only chance he really had. He charged in what direction he assumed Cheon was and hoped he could knock him down,
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His pants were pulled down past his knees, leaving his still erect cock on display. Then finally, the tape started being unwound from around the hood and then it was pulled off. Cheon clamped his hand down over Sam's mouth immediately, looking into his eyes. "Show's about to start, detective. My boys are setting up the camera. Are you ready?" He looked down and laughed. "You look ready."
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And he felt bad but he wanted it to. He just wanted to lie back and feel much touch. He just wanted that hand back. Everything felt better when he had his had on his dick and nothing else mattered.
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Then he stepped back, so he could check and make sure the camera was at the right angle. "Do you want me to touch you again, DI Tyler? Do you want to be fucked?"
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As soon as Cheon touched him again, he moaned behind the gag and jerked up. Was that a yes? What did he even know? He was desperate now. He didn't care what was what.
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With that done, the camera was packed away and Sam was cleaned up, although nobody bothered pulling up his pants, much less freeing him. He was left just like that, gagged and cuffed, so that he could be found by whoever would check his flat.