Prompt- Captor
Hands were bound in tight silver chains, eyes were blindfolded, mouth was gagged. A stream of cum leaked down his thighs. The young man who was bound and suspended from the air was aching and tired, he needed to sleep but couldn't. Not yet. After all he had no idea when the person who bound him would be coming back and he had no intention of been caught unaware. Not a second time.
The sound of the door opening caused him to strain his ears, the sound of footsteps echoing on the wooden floor made him even more aware that his captor was in the room with him, a soft caress to his face caused him to lean into the touch. A deep chuckle was heard as the voice spoke
"Very receptive."
A second hand joined the first, this one was trailing down his chest, until it came to a nipple a harsh twist caused the young man to keen. His head was tilted back, if he could of opened his mouth he would of, a dark laugh came from his captor
"You like that do you?"
The young man tried to shake his head, but he didn't have the strength to move it. His captor moved behind him and gripped his hair pulling his head back causing a whimper of pain to come from the young man.
The person who had gripped his head, let go and allowed his head to fall forwards. A tight grip on his chin told him that his captor had hold of his face, he had no idea what was going on until the voice asked
"You do know why you are here Harry?"
Harry's eyes widened, how did the man know his name? Just who was this? He wanted to speak but couldn't, not with the gag. He wanted to look at the man and put a name to face.
The door opened again, the sound of lighter footsteps echoed on the floorboards once again, the smell of cheap aftershave invaded his nose as a softer voice spoke up
"Should we let him down?"
Harry knew that voice! But he couldn't remember where from at the moment, his head was spinning, his joints ached and he wanted to sleep.
"I suppose we should, but a few more moments hanging there will not harm him."
Harry tried to remember where he had heard the voice from, the names were just dancing out of his reach. It was like his mind was teasing him, offering the information only to take it away.
Indian giver!
The sound of chuckling brought him out of his self berating.
"Trying to figure it out?"
He had the names just there! He knew them! Just as he was about to figure it out a finger slid inside of him causing him to arch his back.
"He is still so tight!"
Harry whimpered, he knew what they were planning. Especially when one finger became two, and they began to scissor him, causing more cum to leak down his thighs. Then suddenly the fingers were gone, Harry whimpered in loss. Two chuckles filled the room as someone petted his hair.
"Don't worry you won't be empty for long, little one."
Before Harry had time to comprehend what had been said a cock had pushed its way inside of him, the cum and the slight stretching eased the cock inside of him. There was no burn, one of his captors held still while the second one pulled him against his chest, Harry could tell it was a man for definite now as the hard lines and muscles underneath the shirt suggested as much.
He didn't have time to breath, or adjust. A second cock started to push in him, causing him to whimper and keen, he had felt full with just the one and now he felt to full as if he was bursting at the seams. He needs to breath, to stop and think. It's all too much too fast!
The two men are still as he tries to get his bearings back, he is panting and shaking, he can tell they want to move. To feel him come undone by their hands but he doesn't know if he can. He needs to see them, to see what they look like. To know who did this to him, who betrayed him the way that they did.
But did they?
Had they really done anything that he had objected?
Other than the fact that they had tied him up he had no problem with what they had done to him, he had enjoyed it.
Eventually the blindfold fell off to reveal Elijah and Klaus.