"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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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.