Predator Prey - 3. Caged

He'd been ripped apart by a cock the size of Atlanta.

Spit lube had no charm, not when he was on the receiving end. But then, Ted had not intended to be charming, not now. He'd howled loud enough to wake up his roommate. Probably woke up most of the rest of the residence floor, too.

But it was a party dorm. In fact, it was the party dorm. He'd helped make it that way, worked hard to build that reputation up.

People partied. Sometimes all week, and nobody complained. There never was a noise issue; people who lived in that residence did so for a reason, and it sure as hell wasn't to study. People who really needed to sleep crashed elsewhere.

If anyone woke up because of his yelling, nobody paid attention. Nobody except his roommate. His roommate took in the situation and scrambled out of bed. The redhead covered the quick step across the narrow space in as much time as it did to form the thought. That same roommate stood in front of him, morning wood at attention, filling his somewhat restricted field of vision.

What was happening to his ass slowed for a moment while Ted appreciated a sloppy kiss from his last night's bedmate. As he tried to gather his strength again, he heard whispering. Heard his roommate giggle, felt his hair gripped, and his head pulled back. More pain. A stiff, clear-skinned rigid tool was presented to his face for inspection. All the tight auburn curls around the base had been shaved off long ago.

"Open up," a low growl above him demanded with a nasty shake to his scalp.

No choice but to obey. No choice but to have his mouth filled instantly with the redhead's long, throbbing member. He gagged as it hit the back of his throat. He had maybe another half moment to adjust and open up before it came thrusting in again.

He could barely breathe as he was skewered painfully at both ends.

It lasted forever. At one point, he'd tried to push his roommate away, but powerful hands grabbed his wrists and wrenched his arms back behind him. It had arched his spine hard, which made the dick slip out of his mouth, but it caused the giant steel rod in his ass to drive in agonizingly harder, deeper.

It didn't take his roommate long to step up onto the bed and resume his face fucking, anyhow.

Worst of all, his own traitorous cock, now hard, wept and drooled under the assault, completely against his will.

Eventually, the bigger man behind groaned, then roared, as he emptied out inside his bowels. Shit. Ted had done it bare. No protection of any kind. His panic was distracted by the dick in his mouth exploding down his throat, momentarily choking him.

There was excruciating hurt when his antagonist pulled out, leaving cum and stink and ache behind. They left him collapsed on the bed while he tried, vainly, to catch his breath, tried to move. When he could get up, there was going to be hell to pay for someone.

He could hear them talking, half-whispering in low, indistinct tones. His roommate snickered at something. He was still reeling, still not quite able to focus clearly. Finally, he got his ears to tune into what was being said.

"Shit, how did you get him to do that?" It was the redhead speaking, his roommate. "He never gives it up, and I mean never."

"Beat him at his own game," the low growl answered.

He tried to move his head, but his sore neck protested.

"You fucking shits," he managed to get out, interrupting the conversation, "you fucking raped me."

The low voice, Ted, spoke to him. "Oh, it's you. You mean you didn’t bring me here last night for sex?"

There was no answer for that.

He got a sharp, stinging slap on the ass. "Answer me. Wasn't it sex you wanted?"

"Yes," he grumbled.

"What? I didn't hear you." Another smack on the backside, harder.

"Ow! Fuck! Yes, alright? I wanted sex!"

"And you got it. So what do you have to complain about?" Ted replied smoothly.

He had plenty to complain about, and he was going to vent his rage on both Ted and the redhead, just as soon as he could gather his strength. He tried to move, to sit up, but suddenly the bigger man was on top again, straddling his waist, pinning him down into the bed.

"Ah, ah, ah. You stay right there," Ted teased. As if he could move under the weight of the more powerful man.

There was a sound of the closet door being opened. Belts being removed. What the hell?

It turned out to be hell, indeed.

He got trussed up, facedown, like an animal, feet and wrists cinched to the steel bedframe at either end, his roommate giggling crazily all the while. It must have seemed like a prank, the kind the fey boy would sometimes try, but never quite manage to pull off.

"Come on," the voice of Ted sounded behind him. "I think we need another shower."

The two of them left him alone. He was hurt. And very frightened.

He must have slept, or passed out. He woke up at one point, alone, naked, and cold. And still tied to the bed. Nothing he tried could loosen his bonds. He knew shouting for help would be useless; he spared his voice.

Later, much later, footsteps entered. Heavy weight dipped the bed beside him. "Hey. You're not going to die, you know? Don't worry." Ted again.

He was not reassured.

He twisted his head despite his aching neck. "Just let me go, okay? Please? I'm sorry about last night…"

"Too late for 'sorry,' guy. Way too late. Really. You just have to realize you fucked with the wrong people. Seriously. There are consequences, you know? But here, I brought you something."

With surprising gentleness, Ted lifted a glass of water to helpless lips. Hope. Maybe Ted was going to let him go after all. The whole episode would be over, and he'd be able to reflect on lessons learned. "Here, take this. It'll help you sleep." Ted was offering a couple of pills.

Where had they come from? He ought to have known, but God, he hurt. He needed them. He took the proffered tablets into his mouth as best he could and swallowed another draft of water when the glass was put to his lips. Yes. Ted must have figured he'd had enough.

"Thank you. You can undo the belts now," he said, feeling relieved that the nightmare would end soon.

"Oh, no. We're not doing that," Ted spoke into his ear, softly, menacingly. "You have to get ready for the party."

The drugs he'd been given must have been pretty powerful because they knocked him out again. But not before ice had filled his veins.