Read Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) Online

Authors: Ty Marton

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Breakdown Motel Part 2 (Gay BDSM Erotica) (4 page)

Mason snickered from behind the boy.
“Believe me, Charles – this one knows how to cum. Though I
appreciate the… enthusiasm.” He took the remote back in his hand,
reaching out with the other to massage Danny’s asscheek in a
grotesque, oxymoronic show of affection. “Ready for more, X?” he
asked, gleefully thumbing the dial upwards…

“…Mason.”

Jeff watched as Mason turned toward the
sound of the tentative voice, someone standing out of Jeff’s narrow
line of sight. There was a subtle flame of irritation in Mason’s
eyes at being interrupted, but also a solemn sense of instant
concern. Jeff could only reason that Mason knew there was no way an
underling would interrupt him unless it was of critical
importance.

“Yes, Gus?”

“Dwayne found a car abandoned less than a
half a mile down the highway. Trixie says she doesn’t remember it
being there on her way in.”

Jeff watched as Mason shared a quick glance
with Sherriff Fox, all the while struggling to contain a feeling of
dread that seemed to emanate from the pit of his stomach. The car…
his
car…

“And have you seen anything else out of the
ordinary tonight?” Mason finally asked, his voice low and
contemplative.

Gus’ answer came a little too quick, a
little too defensive. “No, sir…”

“And have you even been paying attention?”
Mason snarled, cutting the underling off. Silenced, Gus could only
cower in the doorway and await further instruction as Mason let out
a deep exhale, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. “Check the
footage on all of the cameras. If someone’s out there, they
couldn’t have missed it.”

Gus gave a quick, “Yes, sir” as he happily
fled the room, leaving Mason alone with Danny and the Sherriff.

“C’mon,” Fox grunted, stepping back into his
pants. “We’ll run the plate and see what we’re dealing with. Could
be nothing…”

Mason grimaced, buttoning up his shirt as if
standing before an invisible mirror. “Not tonight,” he muttered,
pulling his pants on and pulling the belt tight around his waist.
He looked down at Danny, a restrained, helpless mess on the table
before them. “Don’t think for a moment that I’m through with
you.”

With that, Mason hurried out, leaving Fox
hurrying to catch up while still buckling his pants. The door
closed. The room was empty, save for Danny.

Jeff knew this would likely be his only
chance.

He waited until he heard the heavy clang of
the door at the top of the steps slamming shut, then emerged from
the cabinet, staring at Danny with a strange mixture of pity and
apprehension. If Danny was surprised to see someone pop out of the
cabinet, he wasn’t showing it. His face remained stoic and
expressionless, his almost sleepy-looking eyes staring straight
back at Jeff’s. Had he known Jeff was in there all along?

It didn’t matter – there was no time for
anything but action. Jeff scrambled beside Danny, kneeling down and
unbuckling his ball gag. “My name is Jeff Kenton,” he said. “I’m a
cop, and I’m here to help you get out of here.” The gag fell to the
floor, along with a steady stream of semen-infused drool. Danny
didn’t say a word, still just staring straight at Jeff with eyes
that seemed to signal some sense of curiosity. Maybe this poor guy
had forgotten what hope felt like, Jeff thought to himself.

“Do you understand me?” Jeff said, working
on Danny’s wrist restraints. “Do you think you’ll be able to make a
run for it with me?”

Just then, as Jeff finished unbuckling
Danny’s left wrist, the slave’s arm shot out, aggressively grabbing
at Jeff’s arm, their eyes still locked.

“Easy, easy,” Jeff said, the surprise of it
almost knocking him back. Not sure of what else to do, he reached
over, placing his hand over Danny’s on his arm and offering it a
reassuring squeeze. “I’m going to do whatever it takes to get you
out of here, okay? You have my word.”

Danny stared back, expressionless, before
blinking a few times, almost as if coming out of a trance. He
remained silent, but after a few moments, took Jeff’s hand and
squeezed it right back.
Progress
, Jeff thought to himself,
knowing that the psychological toll of almost a solid year of
non-stop slavery and abuse was likely irreparable. Jeff gave Danny
a solemn, knowing nod, hoping that the slave could pull it together
and hang in there for him. If they were going to stand any chance
of getting out of here, they were going to need to be able to trust
each other and work together.

Jeff quickly turned to the other cuff and
began unbuckling it, knowing that they likely had precious little
time before Mason returned. If they were lucky, the discovery of
Jeff’s car would be enough of a distraction for the two of them to
make it off of the grounds and book it on foot the opposite
direction down the highway. They’d just have to hope they could
find help before any of the motel’s staff found them, but if not,
Jeff knew he was prepared to go down fighting.

“There,” he said, the cuff slipping off of
Danny’s wrist, “can you stand up?” Danny rose to his feet, but
didn’t respond.
Good enough
, Jeff thought. He stepped over
to the door, cracking it open and peering out into the dark
corridor, where a ribbon of dim light seeped down the staircase
from beneath the exit.

“If we run out into the desert, we should be
able to hook around towards the highway. Hopefully, no one will see
us…”

Danny clamped a hand down on Jeff’s
shoulder, turning him around with surprising strength. He stared at
Jeff with a stern, piercing glare, shaking his head.
No.

“We can’t just stay here,” Jeff urged. “We
have to try.”


No
.”

Danny’s voice was hoarse and rugged, as if
it had deteriorated from non-use. The sound of it made Jeff’s hair
stand on end. “We run,” Danny went on, “we
die
.”

Jeff steeled himself in spite of the
ever-increasing gravity of the situation. “I don’t want to leave
you here,” he finally said, “but I’m not staying here, either.” He
started to push the door open, but Danny grabbed him again, pulling
him back with even more urgency than before.

“You need to trust me,” Jeff said. “I can
make it, and when I do, I’ll be back with help. Police, FBI, you
name it…”

“People have run before,” Danny said. “All
of them have died.” He stepped in closer, his face inches away from
Jeff’s, his voice barely above a whisper. “
You can’t
run
.”

Jeff swallowed, his mouth dry at the mere
sight of Danny’s intensity. “I have to try,” he repeated, reaching
up to pull Danny’s hand off of his shoulder…

But Danny was faster, grabbing Jeff’s wrist
and violently yanking him down to the ground, face first. In an
instant, Danny was down after him, straddling him, and Jeff, the
wind knocked out of him, was powerless to fight back. Danny slid
his arm in around Jeff’s neck, pulling it tight under his chin like
a boa constrictor finishing off its prey. Jeff grunted in protest,
clawing at Danny’s arm, his face growing red and his vision
tunneling in as the flow of blood to his brain stopped. It was no
use. Danny gritted his teeth, pulling the arm in tight as Jeff grew
weaker by the second. Before long, his arms had fallen limp in
front of him, and he gave one final hissing gasp for air. His eyes
slowly fluttered shut. It was done.

Danny let go, letting Jeff collapse,
unconscious, to the floor in front of him. Climbing off of him, he
grabbed Jeff by the shoulders and rolled him onto his back, leaning
in close, his ear hovering over Jeff’s mouth to make sure he was
still breathing, watching to ensure the steady rise and fall of his
chest.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, though he wasn’t
sorry for what he had done. He was sorry this man had ever come to
this place, this inescapable hell. He’d been doomed the second he’d
set foot on the property.

With that thought, Danny crawled over to the
corner and kneeled, his arms folded behind his back. With a sad
sigh, he bowed his head, waiting for the sound of his master’s
return.

 

~*~

 

The first thought that rolled through Jeff’s
mind as he slowly came to was that his head was sweaty. He felt as
if he were coming out of a dream. For a few seconds, his groggy
mind bemoaned the thought of opening his eyes, getting out of bed,
and turning the AC up.

And that’s when it struck him – his eyes
were
open, but something was blocking his vision. And he
wasn’t in his bed… he wasn’t even comfortable. And his hands…
why couldn’t he move his hands?

It hit him in an instant. Motel X. Danny
Major. Mason. Sherriff Fox. All of it was very, very real, as was
the danger Jeff was in. He began to squirm against his bonds,
realizing that his wrists were duct taped behind his back, as were
his ankles. He could only assume that it was duct tape wrapped
around his head, too, practically mummifying his face, leaving only
his nose poking out.

“See?” he heard Sherriff Fox grunt, “It’s
holding just fine.”

Mason’s voice was next. “Still, a room full
of restraints, and you go for the duct tape…. Anyway, he’s awake
now…”

“Right,” Fox said. Jeff could sense the man
crouching down beside him, and soon smelled the thick, pungent
aroma of cigar smoke being blown straight into his helpless face.
“You ever hear the expression, ‘curiosity killed the cat,’
kid?”

Jeff let out a muffled murmur through the
duct tape, squirming fruitlessly against his bonds.

“Cut it out,” Fox barked, reaching in and
pinching Jeff’s nose shut. “I can kill you in sixty seconds with
two fingers if I want.”

After ten seconds or so without oxygen, the
point was made. Fox released Jeff from his grasp, chortling under
his breath as the bound captive sucked in a desperate breath of
air.

Fox turned back up to Mason, taking another
drag from his cigar before speaking. “So what now?”

Mason’s reply was calm, unemotional, and
deceptively ruthless. “I’m thinking.”

“It’ll take some work to make him disappear
without anyone asking the right questions, but it’s doable…”

“I said I’m thinking,” Mason repeated, his
voice carrying an undertone of irritation.
They don’t trust each
other
… Jeff realized, knowing that if he were to somehow
survive the next ten minutes, the cracks in their partnership might
offer him his only hope of escape. “But yes,” Mason went on, “no
matter what we do, you’ll need to make him vanish. You can get
started with his vehicle. Dwayne will know what to do.”

Sherriff Fox rose to his feet. “Right. I’ll
change Trixie’s arresting officer to one of my guys. Don’t want
anything linking the two of them, that’s for damn sure.”

“Good,” Mason said. “Get to it.”

Sherriff Fox left them, the heavy door
thudding shut as he exited. Jeff tried to hold in a tremble, his
spine chilled as he sensed Mason slowly pacing around him, watching
him. Finally, the intimidatingly quiet man broke the silence.

“Unfortunately, our motel has no vacancies
at the moment. I make it a point never to take on more than I’m
capable of handling…”

He darted his hand down, grabbing a fistful
of Jeff’s hair and pulling him up onto his knees. “But you
might
be worth the risk… X, come here.”

Jeff heard the quiet sound of bare feet
padding along on the cement. Danny was still here, he realized. Why
the hell had Danny attacked him, stopped him from escaping?
Couldn’t he see that Jeff was his only shot at freedom?

RRRRRIP
. Jeff’s lips suddenly felt as
if they were on fire as Mason ripped the duct tape off of his
mouth. “Y-You son of a bitch…”

SMACK!
Mason’s hand landed squarely
across Jeff’s jaw, silencing him. “Do not talk,” he said simply.
“If you want to live, you’ll need to show me that you’re capable of
obeying…”

“Fuck you,” Jeff snapped back, recklessly
calling his bluff. “You’ll just have to kill me, then.”

Mason laughed to himself, a sound that sent
a fresh wave of chills down Jeff’s spine. “You want me to kill
you?” he mused. “Then beg for it. Beg for death.”

Jeff grimaced, gritting his teeth, fuming
with powerlessness. Mason was right – even if Jeff thought he would
prefer death to slavery, there was still something inside of him, a
fire that would never let him give up...

Another “Fuck you,” was all that he could
muster.

“That’s what I thought,” Mason said,
clicking his tongue at Jeff’s insolence. His grip on Jeff’s hair
tightened, and he pulled the young officer’s head forward until his
forehead connected with something. It was skin, he realized,
feeling it rise and fall with a breath. Danny’s stomach. And that
meant…

“Open your mouth, Officer,” Mason commanded.
“Make my slave hard. Make him cum. Drink from him. Do that, and you
shall live. Then again, if you really wish for me to kill you… do
nothing.”

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