Disclaimer: Don't own anything!

Author's note: Again my sincerest apology for the wait! I've finally made the decision to put everything else I'm working on, on hold until I've finished this story! So yay me! –coughs– Major thanks to Liz for helping me out and kicking me into action! You're the best, hun! Thanks for all the reviews and the support! Enjoy!

Warnings: Rape!

Love is in the air
Prisoner

Dustin didn't know what was worse. Being forced to wait to see what Ben was up to or having the man in the same room. Right now, he was leaning towards the former. He grabbed hold of the pillow and repositioned it behind his head. His thoughts drifted back to his friends. They must be going insane with worry, Hunter the most. He wondered if there was actually any way they could track them. If there was, they probably would've found him by now. He sighed. Why did this bastard just had to come back when things had been going good? Dustin was scared what would become of him and Hunter when this was over. It hadn't exactly been going good before this had happened because Hunter had felt guilty for putting them in danger. He didn't even want to think about what was going through Hunter's head now. He wished there was something he could do to make him realize it was not his fault but he was a bit tied up right now.

When the door opened, he felt relieved and anxious at the same time. He hadn't thought it would be possible to feel those two feelings at the same time but he was.

"It's time for a little move," Ben said with a wicked grin. Before Dustin could react, Ben's foot connected with his head, swiftly knocking him out cold.

When he came to, he had a blinding headache. It hurt to even move his head. He was pretty sure there was a nice imprint on his face too. He realized he was vertical. The softness under his back made him realize he must be on a bed, he blinked open an eye and confirmed his conclusion. Both his arms were tied to the headboard. His legs were spread widely and loosely tied to the bedposts. He could still move them a little. A glance at his body told him he was naked. How he noticed that as last was beyond him but his throbbing head probably played some part in it. The room was warmer than the basement but he was still cold.

"Sleeping beauty awakens," came a taunting voice.

Dustin lifted his head a little and saw Ben sitting in a chair, holding a photo camera in his hands. He didn't even want to know.

"About time too, I was getting tired of waiting." Ben stood up and walked over. The expression in his eyes was one of pure lust and craziness. Dustin tried to press himself further in the mattress, tried to get away from his heated stare. Ben slowly licked his lips and sat down on the bed. His eyes roamed his body and Dustin couldn't help but blush.

"You're pretty when you blush," Ben said when his eyes fixed on his face. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair away from his face. Dustin flinched.

"Shh, I'm not going to hurt you," Ben said soothingly, "Well, possibly a little," he added as an afterthought. Ben put the camera on the bedside table before undressing slowly in front of him. Dustin looked away.

"Look at me," Ben asked, order clear in his voice.

Dustin refused and closed his eyes tightly. He heard the rustle of clothes being removed and his heartbeat sped up. His first time was supposed to be with Hunter, not like this, not tied up, definitely not with Ben.

Fingers gripped his chin and turned his head. Breath ghosted over his face. "If you know what's good for you, you'll open your eyes and look at me," There was hint of a threat in his voice now and it send a shiver up Dustin's spine. He opened his eyes to find Ben really close to him.

"Good boy," Ben said with a smile before he pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Dustin resisted the urge to gag.

Ben removed his shirt, revealing a muscled and slightly scarred chest. If circumstances were different, then he might've actually found Ben attractive. Ben's hands moved to his belt and Dustin's eyes followed. He opened the belt, then popped the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. The jeans slid down long and muscled legs. Dustin's eyes were drawn to his boxers which clearly indicated the beginning of Ben's arousal. This was so fucked up. Ben removed his last piece of clothing and Dustin gulped. This was going to hurt more than a little.

Ben laughed at the expression on his face. "I'll take care of you, don't worry."

Ben crawled on the bed and straddled him. Dustin's eyes went wide and he couldn't believe this was really going to happen to him. He struggled fruitlessly against his bonds which made Ben smile softly. He reached out and ran a finger over his face, tracing the line of his cheekbones and the form of his lips before running over his eyebrows and forehead. Dustin laid perfectly still.

Ben sighed softly and leaned in, pressing their lips together. Dustin didn't respond to the kiss which didn't discourage Ben in the least. He applied more pressure and forced his tongue between his lips, exploring his mouth thoroughly. Dustin had never felt more dirty than he did now and he was just kissing him. He wanted to honestly throw up at the tongue sliding over his own. It felt wrong, it was wrong. Ben took his lower lip between his teeth and tugged lightly before diving back in.

A hand reached between his legs, rubbing his limp erection. Dustin willed his body not to respond to the ministrations. Ben's fist wrapped more firmly around his member and started pumping slowly but gradually speeding up his pace. Dustin involuntarily let out a moan and he cursed himself for making the sound. He could feel his body respond and a wave of pleasure shot through him. Stupid teenage hormones.

Ben smirked against his mouth. "I knew you'd like it," he whispered.

"No," Dustin mumbled though there was nothing he could do to stop his body from arching up in his fist, for wanting more. Ben's erection was rubbing against his thigh and damn it, why was this turning him on? He tried to think of nasty things but his focus was brought back to the pleasure every time. Shit. Ben's mouth pulled away from his though the hand did not. And when had he closed his eyes? He opened them again, just in time to see Ben put his camera away. Heat rushed to his cheeks.

"Don't want your friends to miss out on all the fun," He said, smiling.

"You sick son of a bitch!" Dustin spat. His friends were going to see this, see he was actually hard. Crap. They were going to think he was some kind of slut. Crap. Stupid body.

"Come on now, Dustin, I can see you want this."

"No," Dustin denied, shaking his head though he had the feeling his denial had little effect with his body still responding to what Ben was doing. Dicks really did have a mind of their own, didn't realize when what was happening was actually bad.

Ben's mouth trailed over his chest, leaving open-mouthed kisses all over his naked and flushed skin. Ben took a nipple in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. Dustin had to bite back moans and barely managed to do just that. He squeezed his eyes shut again, tried to think about something else, anything else. Thinking about his friends didn't help any and only made him feel guilty. Ben's mouth moved over to his other nipple. God. Their expression when they would see this, Hunter's expression. It hurt to even think about it. He moaned. Damn it! His eyes flew open. He was better at keeping his moans in with his eyes opened which also meant more focused on what was happening.

Ben's tongue dipped into his belly button and then circled it slowly before his mouth moved lower. Ben grinned up at him before taking his erection in his mouth and sucking gently. Dustin bit his lip, hard to stop from screaming out in pleasure. A coppery taste filled his mouth.

Dustin felt faintly disappointed when Ben stopped. Ben leaned back up on his body and pressed their mouths together again. Dustin felt himself responding to the kiss because damn it, he was hard, horny and needy. He didn't resist when Ben's tongue pressed against his lips. His body arched up against Ben's when their erections slid over each other. This was not supposed to feel this good. Yet it did. He wanted to touch Ben. He tugged at the restraints but they wouldn't give which made him frustrated.

Ben pulled away, smiling widely. He reached over to grab something from the drawer. Dustin's desire filled eyes followed him and his eyes widened just a little bit at the sight of lube and a condom. His body was screaming for it though, the pleasure was clouding his mind to the point where thinking became unnecessary. It barely registered when Ben snapped pictures of his face, he was lost in the feeling of their erections still sliding together, he was pushing up, wanting more friction.

He moaned disappointed when there was no more contact. Ben settled between his legs and Dustin instinctively opened his legs wider. He closed his eyes. A finger brushed his ass, circling his hole teasingly before slipping it a little bit. Then back out before pressing back in, pushing past the ring of muscles. Dustin let out a groan. It hurt. The hand was on his dick again and suddenly he didn't care so much about the pain. A second finger followed the first. The fingers moved inside of him, scissoring, opening him up. When a third finger entered, he was making sounds which were a cross between a moan and a whimper.

"Patience."

The fingers left his body and he could feel the tip of Ben's erection press against his hole. He wanted it. Pain shot through his body when Ben pushed in, the pleasure was pushed to the background and with it, his capability of thoughts returned.

"No, stop," he whispered, trying to get away. It was no use. Ben's grip on his hips was bruising and he didn't move until Dustin stopped moving. Dustin was panting heavily, trying to even out his breathing, trying to not think about the pain.

Then Ben started moving, slowly at first before speeding up until he was slamming back in. With every thrust, Dustin cried out in pain. Ben was fisting him roughly but there was no pleasure, just pain. It didn't stop him from coming all over Ben's hand and his own stomach though. He drew in a shuddering breath and tried to control his breath. He couldn't stop the tears from falling. He had no choice but to let Ben use his body. It could've been minutes or hours before Ben came with a loud shout.

Pain shot through his body when Ben withdrew.

"Hunter's going to love seeing you like this," Ben muttered. Dustin didn't need to open his eye to know Ben was taking pictures again. There was nothing he could do, nothing at all. They were going to see he had come, they were going to see he had liked it. His body wrecked with sobs. He vaguely heard the door to the room shut. He cried himself to sleep.

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Ben brought Dustin back to the basement, made sure he was firmly secured to the wall again before moving into the living room. He pulled out his laptop and sat cross-legged down on the floor. He uploaded the photos to his computer. They were beautiful each and everyone of them. It was exactly the leverage he needed.

He uploaded them to his e-mail address and then sent it to Hunter's. He'd know it came from him. There would be no way it could be tracked as he'd made sure the e-mail would go through countless servers, making it eventually impossible to track it down.

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The stench of vomit filled the basement. Dustin had just emptied the contents of his body next to him on the floor, feeling sick with not only Ben but with himself for actually having liked part of it. He clearly remembered his moans and his desire. It was wrong, all wrong. He felt bile rise in his throat and he spit it out. He was left dry-heaving as there was nothing more that he could possibly get out of his system.

The need for a shower was overwhelming. He wanted to wash Ben off him, all the evidence. He wouldn't stop scrubbing until his skin was clean. He felt so unbelievably dirty that it just hurt to breathe. He tried to shut down his thoughts but he couldn't, he couldn't get rid of the feeling of Ben pushing in him, of his moans and grunts. He shivered.

Where were his friends? He needed them to come save him. He couldn't be here anymore. He needed them.

To be continued.

I get the feeling hiding behind Sam won't be enough this time. –grabs Dean too–