James

His complaints don't make sense – just a bunch of rambling sentences. All I can make out is "perv," "crazy," and "fuck."

I listen for a while, just letting him go on, getting it all out.

Once I tell him his options though, he shuts up.

It's quiet. Our erratic breaths are the only sound.

I wait.

He says nothing.

So I grab his cock. I stroke it twice.

Then I stop.

Still the stubborn punk says nothing.

So I lean forward, brushing my cock against his lips, jerking back when he snaps his teeth.

Again I wait.

"I'll be good."


Riley

Be good.

I'll be good.

I didn't say that I would behave. He's a fucking idiot.

I'm good when he slides his pants up my legs.

I'm good as he tucks his dick back into his boxerbriefs.

I'm kinda good when he carries me down the ladder. I only shout a bit.

What? That shit's scary.

Being led by my belted wrists back to his car is all kinds of interesting. A car stops, winds down a window and a familiar voice asks what our deal is.

I tell Mr. Banner that I'm being kidnapped, and I have no clue who this crazy guy is.