No(male)

One final thought drifts through my head before I pass out. I’m not losing to a fucking ****.

Light shines through my eyelids, tinting my vision pink and hurting my eyes. I move to shield my vision from the offending lights when something stops my arms. What? I open my eyes and start to look for what’s happened to my arms, when I see my own shirtless torso. “I wasn’t being serious about that **** thing.”

“What?” My attention snaps up to the man in front of me, Tom, making himself at home between my legs. My heart pounds against my ribcage, my muscles tensing and fear filling my body. Blood rushes to my face, heating it up and giving away my fear.

“I- N-n-nothing.”

“Nothing?” I shake my head, feeling the rest of my body trembling with its movement.

My vision strays back to my arms again, only to see them tied to my sides and behind my back. Any attempt to move my forearms are futile, with rope binding them to each other, too. Between that and Tom’s body pressing my own into the seats behind me, there isn’t a way in hell that I can do anything to get away from him or out of this stupid limo. This is it, isn’t it?

“Good work, isn’t it? It took me a while, you are a big guy, after all-” he pats the side of my chest twice “but I got it done. It’s not too tight, is it? I tried asking you while I was doing it, but the **** aren’t very responsive and it’s so hard to tell on your own.” His last sentences drip with the same sarcasm I’d directed towards him earlier.

I look straight up at him, trying to keep any emotion from showing on my face, outside of my uncontrollable fear. “Look, man, what do you want from me?”

“What do I want from you? God, you sure are lucky you’re handsome.” His hand rests on my side and I reflexively try to flinch away from his touch. He chuckles at my reaction, sending heat throughout my face. “I think it’s pretty obvious what I want from you.”

Tom leans over me, planting his arms next to and around me and further cornering me. The sound of my own heartbeat in my ears, compounding my fear. I **** myself farther back into the seats and turn my face away from his, futilely trying to keep him from doing anything to me. He grabs me by my jaw and leans in closer, forcing me to look at him.

The pressure of his wrist against my throat makes it harder for me to breathe, sending panic through my body. I struggle to keep my composure, despite the **** feeling and lack of air clouding my mind and judgment.

“Listen, this whole thing is going to happen whether you like it or not. There’s nothing you can do to stop me and the law’s on my side. It’d be better for the both of us if you would calm the fuck down and stop fighting me.” I clench my jaw, fighting to push down my anger, knowing that he’s right, that there’s probably nothing I can do about any of this. I don’t think I can reasonably get away from him and, even if I can, the cops’ll be on me for it before I can find somewhere to hide. I’m stuck here… That doesn’t mean that I can’t make this hell for him.

“Fuck you,” I spit back, making direct eye contact and bracing myself for him to hit me. My head gets a little light at the sudden loss of air combined with Tom’s wrist pressing tighter against my throat. He’s trying to fucking kill me, isn’t he?

“Hey, you got it!” Goddamnit. “Now, are you going to make this easy on yourself or are you gonna keep being a little brat?” The near loathing in his voice stuns me for a moment. “I really don’t care- I mean, I get what I want regardless of how I have to get it. Giving in would just make everything a whole hell of a lot easier on you.” I keep silent, not knowing what to say and not wanting to give him any of the reaction or surrender he’s trying to bully out of me.

After a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Tom shifts his wrist off of my throat, finally letting me breath, and breaks the quiet between us. “Have it your way, then.” He lifts himself off of me and leans back, putting some distance between the two of our bodies.

I start to relax, despite myself, when I feel Tom’s hands at the opening of my jeans. My muscles tense in response to his touch, as the reality of the whole situation starts to set in for me. He’s gonna fucking **** me. Thoughts rush through my head, trying to figure out any way to get out of this.

“Hey, man, cut it out. You can’t fucking do this to someone.”

“The legal system would disagree with you.” Tom pulls my pants down past my ass and moves back more, securing his grip tighter on the waist of my pants. My eyes go wide and I feel myself getting more and more frenzied, trying to figure out what to say to get away from him. Fuck. What do I need to say? How do I get this wackjob off of me? Fuck. What should I do? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Finally, a lightbulb goes off in my head.

“If you go through with this, I will go to every fucking news outlet in America and tell them everything. Sure, this whole thing is legal, if any of this gets out, it will ruin your fucking career and you know that. No one wants to support a **** who set a guy up so he could kidnap him. I know I can’t stop you from doing this, but I absolutely can make your life hell if you do.”

Tom stops for a moment, looking at me with bemusement. “You really thought you had something there, didn’t you?” My face twists in confusion, surprised at how quickly he bounced back from what I had said. “As soon as we get out of this car, you are never leaving my house until I decide I want to parade you around to a bunch of other rapists-” his voice drips with disdain at that word, mocking my earlier statement “who’d be more than grateful to have a few hours, or days if they’re lucky, with my pretty boy toy.” I try to respond, when Tom cuts me off again.

“And even then, if you somehow manage to get away from me, you’ll be tagged and there’ll always be at least two very large men around to catch you so you won’t get far. You’re my bitch from now on and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it. Now, this is going to happen, like it or fucking not, so I’d recommend, for your own good, that you relax and try to have fun, because you cannot stop me.” My body tenses up and I get more scared than I had throughout the entire ordeal. This is the rest of my life now, isn’t it?

Tom’s tirade stuns me into silence, as I grasp for something, anything to say, either to fill the silence or get back under his skin. Regardless of how hard I try to grab onto something to **** out, nothing comes, his smirking at my surrender not helping my situation. I decide not to say anything, not wanting to make anything worse for me or make myself look like an idiot.

I watch in silence as Tom pulls my pants and underwear the rest of the way off, takes his shirt off, and pulls his own pants down to his knees. My chest seizes up, as he grabs my legs and lifts me up so the lower part of my shoulder blades rests on the seat behind me, putting me close to on the same level as him, but staying low enough that he can still loom over me.

My heartbeat speeds up wildly as Tom moves in closer to me. Thump.

Chills crawl across my body at the feeling of his teeth biting into my ear. Thump.

His new closeness to me sends the smell of his cologne up my nose, the sound of his breathing filling my ears. Thump.

His breath feels hot against my ear and the side of my face and neck, sending a strange sensation down my spine. Thump.

Heat spreads across my face and throughout the rest of my body, giving an unfortunate literalness to the hellish situation I’ve found myself in. Thump.

After what feels like an eternity, Tom pulls away from me and I fight to keep my expression flat. “You’re still gonna keep up the tough guy act, huh?” I don’t respond, still unsure of what I can really say that wouldn’t make me look scared or stupid. “Alright then, have it your way. It’s not my fault you can’t get your head out of your ass.”

“Go fuck yourself, Tom.”

“Now why would I do that when I have you here?” I scowl at him, giving up on the complete stonewalling I’d been trying to do this whole time- it clearly hadn’t worked for me so far. “You’re cute when you’re angry, you know that, right? Now, come here.”

My arms strain to get out of their restraints, as Tom pulls me in closer to him, bracing me against his hips. My body gets hot at the feeling of his erection pressing against me through his underwear and, regardless of my feelings on the situation, I feel my own growing to match. No. No. No.

I watch in horror as Tom starts to pull his own underwear down. My breathing speeds up and I start struggling harder; kicking, squirming, yelling, sometimes incoherently, just anything I can think of that would get him off of me. No matter how hard I try, none of it works. Of course it didn’t. Why would it?

“Are you done?” I glare at him, once again unsure of anything I could say that would piss him off or get me out of here. “Good. It was a good show, really. It obviously didn’t do you any good, but it was cute.” Anger floods over my body at his condescension, but I know better than letting him see that. That’s what he wants. Regardless of my anger, for a moment, everything feels still for the first time since I got to the bar. That doesn’t last.

After a moment of peace, I feel one of Tom’s hands let go of me again, fear rushing through me as I realize what he’s doing. My eyes once again follow his hands as he finishes the job, his underwear now resting with his pants around his knees. No. No, no, no, no.

I look up at a light above me in an attempt to stay distracted and calm. I do my best to stay in my own head, trying to talk myself down and make everything feel as short as possible. Alright, just keep your head up and get through this. Don’t clench up, that’ll make it hurt worse. Just stay calm and it’ll all be o-

I’m **** out of my thoughts by a sharp pain shooting through my body. The fucker did it. Heat swells through my face and I fight to push down the feeling of Tom inside of me. My arms, legs, and jaw tense up and I dig my fingernails into my palms, trying to outweigh one pain with another. I look down, unintentionally meeting Tom’s gaze, the light starting to hurt my eyes.

“Now, how does that feel?” The same sarcasm from earlier fills his voice and I feel myself getting angry again.

I try to grunt in disapproval, but, in spite of myself, it comes out a whimper. I feel more movement from Tom and my mind clouds with fog, a warm, tingling feeling spreading through my body. My hand spasms and my eyes squeeze shut, my body growing overstimulated in a nearly pleasant way.

This doesn’t feel good. Come on, man, what the hell’s wrong with you? This guy’s a fucking ****, how the hell is he doing this to you?

My head goes empty again at the feeling of Tom pushing himself deeper inside me. I groan again, further giving away my flustered state. Against my earlier advice, I clench my muscles, sending further waves of heat and borderline pleasure through me.

“I didn’t catch you last time- how does that feel?”