A/N: Dk is no longer in charge of this. In fact she's locked away in a tiny room and will stay there until this is all over and there is nothing that can be done about it.
Mark was the first one to regain consciousness. His head pounded furiously and when he went to press his palms against his temples he realized that he couldn't move them. Panic started in the pit of his stomach and within minutes it had spread through out his body, making him shake and break out in a cold sweat. Suddenly a candle flared to life and in the flickering light he seen Glen strapped down to the bed. His hair fanned out around his head and his eyes were closed. He was spread eagle on the bed with his hands at his sides, and he was completely nude. A slight breeze from the air conditioner startled him and he realized that he too was naked. Mark struggled against the straps but the leather just bit cruelly into his wrists.
"Fight all you want Calaway." Kevin whispered in his left ear. "You're not going anywhere for awhile."
"Have you completely lost yer damn mind Nash?" Mark growled, turning his head so he could glare at Kevin.
A movement from the bed caught their attention and they both watched as Glen slowly opened his eyes. He tried like Mark to raise his hands, but when he couldn't Mark could see the fear take over. He shook as he turned his head from side to side. The candle cast shadows on his face and Mark could just make out the sheen of sweat on his brow. He thrashed his head from side to side for a moment and Mark could feel Glen fear from where his chair was.
"Mark? Mark? Come on man, this isn't funny." He called out as he struggled against his cuffs.
"One word from you Calaway and the light goes." Kevin hissed lowly when he heard Mark take a deep breath.
"You think that the dark is going to scare me?" Mark ground out quietly.
"Mark is that you? What are you playing at here?" The naked fear in Glen's voice made Mark's stomach lurch.
"No I'm not foolish enough to believe that you're afraid of the dark. But once that candle goes out all you can do is sit here listening and picturing what's happening." Kevin's voice dropped even lower and it shot straight through Mark, having the unwanted effect of making him harden slightly. "Or maybe I should let you watch as I take your lover. Surely watching is better than imagining." Kevin then reached down and gripped Mark's shaft and pumped a couple of times, bringing a choked moan from him.
"Mark is that you?" Glen called out again, turning his head and trying to peer out past the dancing flame. "Come on Mark this isn't funny or sexy." Glen started to pull on the bonds again, wincing as the movement dug the leather even deeper into his skin.
Glen forced himself to calm down so he could think rationally. There had to be a way out of the situation, Mark would never leave him this way with no way to get loose. He moved his left arm slightly and felt a tug on his right one. He tugged on it again experimentally, same result but he felt his arm move up a fraction of an inch. He smiled as he realized what that meant, the bonds weren't secured anywhere and he started to shimmy his arms up til they were almost to parallel with his chest. Another moan erupted from the darkness and once again he tried to see past the candle. All he could see were shadows and he growled as his anger started to grow. He then began to wiggle, but it only slid his arms down to their original position.
"Mark cut it out man." He yelled in frustration.
He was about to yell out again when a second candle flickered to life. He looked over to the new light and seen Mark bound, naked to the chair that had been on the other side of the room. His fear returned in full force when the bed dipped. He shut his eyes as he felt a finger trailing down his jaw line and over the hallow of his throat.
"Glen...look at me Glen." Kevin took his finger and used it to turn Glen's face towards him. "Did you hear you're lover getting off over there in the dark? He was turned on by your fear Glen. I didn't even have to touch him to get him hard, look at him he's still hard."
"Glen, don't listen to him." Mark roared, trying to rip his arms from his cuffs.
"Calaway, what did I tell you." Kevin said as he shook his head sadly.
He got up from the bed and walked over to where the second candle was burning, blowing it out slowly. Then he made a circuit around the room to the one by the bed and blew it out. The smell of burnt wick filled the air and Glen felt the sweat start to drip from his face. Now he couldn't see Kevin or Mark, and every little sound was Kevin coming back to the bed. He heard the sound of leather against fabric and shivered. He turned his head to the sounds but it was no use, all he seen was blackness.
"Nash, I swear to God that when I get free I'm going to rip you limb from limb." Mark growled.
"Calaway, by the time you get free I'll be long gone."
"You sonvabitch, why don't you come over here and mess with someone just as strong as you?" Mark yelled.
"You hear that Glen, Calaway think's you're weaker than him."
The bed dipped and Glen felt Kevin's hands everywhere, followed by his lips. He felt his face burning as Kevin licked his way down to his crotch, knowing that he was starting to get hard. He felt Kevin chuckle against his pelvic bone and groaned as he felt teeth slid down his shaft. He knew that he had to think of a way to get free from Kevin, but the feeling of Kevin's mouth around his cock was clouding his mind.
"Moan for your lover Glen." Kevin said as replaced his mouth with his hand. "Let him hear how you like what I do to you."
"Fuck you." Glen spat.
"Such a dirty mouth." Kevin said softly and then Glen felt Kevin's hard shaft between his lips.
He gagged as Kevin brutally thrust in and out, and he tried more than once to bite down. The action however only brought moans from Kevin and Glen's mind raced to come up with something that would put a stop to what was going on. He heard a thud from the darkness but didn't pay much attention as he once again tried to bite down on offending organ in his mouth. This time instead of a moan Kevin sped up and with every thrust hit the back of Glen's throat. Suddenly he felt fingers on his wrists and stilled. Kevin took it as a sign surrender and slowed his onslaught, somewhat. As the salty tang of precum spread across Glen's tongue he felt the leather slide from one of his wrists.
Slowly he brought his hand up and then in one quick movement smashed his fist into Kevin's side. With a grunt Kevin pulled himself from Glen's mouth and looked down to see that Glen now had use of both his hands. With a frown he reached down and pinned Glen's hands above his head, bringing his lips close to Glen's ear.
"I don't know how you did it, but..." Kevin didn't get a chance to finish his sentence.
Glen heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and Kevin slid to the side, landing on his right side and then hitting the floor with a crash. He felt fingers at his ankles and soon the leather fell away from them as well. A light blinked on and Glen squinted as he looked around. Mark was standing over by the door with blood dripping down his wrists and an empty look in his eyes. Carefully Glen got his feet and walked over to Mark, watching him for any sudden moves. The amount of blood that was staining the carpet scared Glen and he grabbed the closest thing to him to staunch the flow. The pressure he put on the wounds seemed to bring Mark around somewhat and he found himself crushed against Mark's chest.
"Are you ok?" Mark breathed into Glen's hair as he buried his face in it.
"Yea, need to brush my teeth, but other than that I'm fine."
"Awe, such a touching scene. Was I wrong to call Glen the bitch?" Kevin said as he got back to his feet, rubbing his head. "Are you the bitch Mark? Does he pound you into the mattress?"
Mark yelled as he launched himself at Kevin, taking the heavier man to the ground. They rolled around on the floor trading blows and insults as Glen stood off to the side looking for a spot to inject himself into the fray. A yelp from Mark spurred him into action and he dived onto Kevin's back, locking his arms around his throat and squeezing until Kevin stopped swinging at Mark. Mark reached up and wrapped his hand around Kevin's throat and added even more pressure. Glen felt Kevin claw at his arms and let go, climbing off of him and then kicking him hard in the back. Had he thought about it before doing it he wouldn't have kicked Kevin, Mark suffered the blow too. And when Kevin jerked forwards from the blow his head collided with Mark's, knocking them both unconscious.
"Oh hell." Glen muttered as he stared at the two men. "Now what?"
