Date: Thu, 6 Jun 2019 00:05:42 +0000 From: Tiao Wu Subject: Here Cums the Neighborhood - Part 19 This writing contains sexually explicit material, unsuited for readers under the age of 18. If you are underage, live in an area that disallows the reading of this type of material, or are offended by homosexual content, please do not read further. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, settings, and ideas featured in this series are based on fantasy. Any character that resembles someone in your reality is purely coincidental. If you enjoy these stories, please donate to Nifty so that we can continue reading. Feel free to email hjk7359@hotmail.com to give feedback or constructive criticism. Please enjoy. ********************************************************** Chapter 19 - Yours Truly Missing: 2 Days 11 Hours Warm water poured along the back of my neck as I marinated in the hotel bathtub. Soap clouded around me as though I was sitting in the sky. I soaked my wrists and my ankles, thoroughly appreciating the change of scenery and the change of positioning of my body. For the past two days I was shackled to the frame of a queen-sized bed in a hotel. For only brief moments was I able to have my legs free to move on my own, but not once did I leave the confines of my bed. Our bed. "That water feels nice and warm; doesn't it, baby." That was the soft and overly caring voice of my captor, Daddy. I didn't know his actual name still, and I was afraid to press him further on it. I was afraid to ask him anything that might cause him to get more protective of me, because as of now, I was his. I belonged to him. How much longer would I be staying here? When can I go home? Would I ever leave the walls of this hotel room? Where were we? All of those questions could be answered by the simple assumption that I was to remain with him forever. This small hotel room in who-knows-where was now my home, and it shouldn't matter where we were, because at least we were together at last, so he argued. I didn't pry into his family, his wife and two daughters. I didn't ask how he was able to afford the hotel room. The only questions I could ask were: "Can I have some of your cock, Daddy?" or "When can I have more cum, Daddy?" The answer was always right away. There was no waiting around for it, seduction, temptation, or negotiation. He was as dissatisfied without sex as I was. That made the time go by quicker. So why wasn't I trying to escape? What made Daddy someone worth remaining captured for? Why was I taking this bizarre sort of imprisonment? All of this would have been easy to disregard if it hadn't been for one thing. Images of my last orgasm still flashed into my head. I'd never felt pleasure so visceral or so astronomically overwhelming. I could still see the bright white streak of cum surging over my head. My balls still tingled from the dozen more ropes of cum that seemed to continuously spill from my dick. I could still see Daddy's face as it contorted with pleasure, and how glared with focus as he fingered the cum out of me. I remembered the agonizing sensation of being denied the ability to cum, and how a furious rage seemed to take control me. Had I not been tied to the bed, I don't think I would have been able to control myself from lashing out at him. Who knows what I would have done, but I was glad that I was forced to sustain my urge to cum for as long as I did. I could still sense his warm breath on my neck. I couldn't get that orgasm out of my mind, and I needed to have another one. Now, I sat in this bathtub, letting Daddy bathe me. Daddy took cups of the warm water and slowly poured it along my skin, washing me. "How does that feel, baby?" he asked. "It feels good, Daddy," I said behind a mess of wet hair. Daddy pulled my hair to the side, getting a good look at my face. He stared all along my body admiringly. He sat naked on the edge of the tub, his furry ass still damp with sweat and spit. I admired his body in return. Not the most muscular, but soft, and rounded in places where I can tell there had been muscle before. His pale pink nipples flat against his pale chest. His dark hair was a wild mess, almost windblown from sex. Daddy took his arm and reached into the water, his hand disappearing beneath a shroud of suds, and I felt his fingers gently grip my erection. "Mmmmmm," he moaned softly. "Stand up for me, baby," he said. Without questioning him, I stood up, facing him. Most of my lower half was covered in suds. Just the tip of my cock poked out from a cloud of soap. Daddy took the cup and dumped water down my sides, and my front, allowing the soap to melt away bit by bit. My cock twitched only inches from his face. It felt amazing just to stand, not be tied down. Daddy looked into my eyes, and all I could think about was hoping that he wouldn't tie me down again. If he wanted to use me as his plaything, I at least wanted the freedom to use all of my extremities. There was a certain extremity that was wanting attention, however. Daddy stared at my cock, watching it bounce near his face. He leaned forward, parting his lips slightly, allowing the warmth of his mouth to graze against my dick. The slightest touch caused it to twitch, bouncing against his scratchy upper lip. Daddy played with my cock with his tongue, tapping my piss slit with it, licking the underside of my shaft. Daddy scooped up another cup of water and poured it down my lower back, causing soap to cascade down my ass and legs. With a free hand, Daddy gripped my balls in his hand, sliding them between his fingers slowly. "U-uh..ungh," I whimpered. My knees relaxing slightly. Precum leaked from my dick and fell onto his tongue. Daddy's fingers fluttered along my sides, my balls, and finally planted themselves on my ass. With a slight push, he brought my cock all the way into his mouth, sucking on it slowly. His hand gripped my firm ass, groping my muscles. The pleasure was intense as my muscles had grown weak from laying down for almost two days. Daddy's fingers slipped along my ass crack, softly petting my hole, reawakening the flame that I'd felt only moments ago. "Mmmmmm," Daddy moaned, his voice vibrating against my cock. Daddy's finger slowly began to slide into my wet hole, pressing deep into me. With ease, his pointer finger was swallowed by my ass, and began stroking my prostate. "Unnnnngh," I whimpered. My knees trembled more and more violently as Daddy continued sucking me off and fingering me at the same time. I could feel my balls rolling against my shaft. Suddenly I fell forward, my body resting against Daddy's face, my hands pressed against his shoulders. My hips slowly twisted and turned as I fucked Daddy's mouth. "Hennngh..." I whimpered. My voice echoed against the walls of this small hotel bathroom. "Y-yes, D-Daddy. That feels so g-good," I sputtered. Daddy took a second finger a sank it into my ass. "Unnnnnnnngh," I moaned, my navel brushing against Daddy's nose as I continued to fuck his mouth. "Hunnngh...D-Daddy, ungh yes...." I whispered. "M-more, p-please Daddy. P-please," I whined. Daddy pulled his mouth away from my cock, smacking his lips. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" he asked. "Y-yes! Please, Daddy. Oh, please fuck my ass," I said almost too quickly. I hoped that I didn't seem too desperate. But that was exactly how I felt. I longed to feel Daddy's thick cock reaming my ass. He smiled mischievously. "Well, I think that--" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK The knocks on the hotel door felt like gunshots in my ears. Daddy yanked his fingers from my ass and instantly shot to his feet. My body lurched in reaction to this sudden withdrawal. His face frustrated and annoyed. "Stay here," he said, and grabbed a towel and threw it around his waist. He closed the bathroom door behind him. I listened closely, slowly sinking back into the soft warmth of the tub. "Hi, housekeeping?" I heard a woman's voice muffled on the other side of the door. "Uh, hi, I don't need it thank you," Daddy's voice was deep. Much different from the way that I'm used to hearing him. "I-I'm sorry, sir. It's just that it's been over a week since--" "Yes, I understand, but I'm telling you: I don't need the room cleaned right now." "O-oh...well, is there a better time that I can come clean? My boss says--" "I don't care what your boss says. I'm the one paying for the room. The sign on the door clearly says DO NOT DISTURB. Is that so hard to understand?" His voice began to escalate. A frantic anger sharpened his tone. I remained as still as possible. "I'm sorry, I--" "Don't come by again! Just leave us alone!" I heard Daddy shout. "U-us?" A slamming of the door followed by three sliding locks ended the conversation. I curled my legs against my chest, watching the bubbles of the tub popping one by one in the tub. Waiting for Daddy to come back. I listened to Daddy's footsteps in the other room. It sounded like he was pacing. I wanted to get out of the tub, as the water was starting to get cold, but I didn't want to defy what Daddy had told me to do, which was to stay put. Finally, the bathroom door opened. Daddy's face was twisted into a worried scowl. The towel was still wrapped around his waist. His eyes somewhat bloodshot, as though the sun he must have encountered from opening the hotel room was still affecting him. As Daddy looked over me, his face softened, he grew warmer, he seemed at ease. Daddy removed the towel from his waist, his erection bouncing to life. "Here, baby, let's get you dried off," he said sweetly. Inviting me to step into his opened towel. I stood up, shivering from the cold. Daddy wrapped his towel that was warm from being against his body around me. His hands ran along my body, soaking up the water with the towel. I stepped out of the tub, my feet splashing water onto the linoleum floor. Daddy pulled me in for an embrace, letting the towel fall the to the floor. Daddy's erection pressed against my stomach as he held me. I took a deep breath, letting his scent fill my nostril. My face rested against the middle of his chest. He could use a shower, but I enjoyed taking in the musky smell of Daddy. "Mmmmm, Daddy you smell good," I said, trying to cheer him up. I rubbed my face against Daddy's chest. I liked how wide his shoulders were; it gave his chest definition without even him having to make effort. His nipples were erect and pronounced. I couldn't help but to reach out my tongue and begin nursing him. I played with Daddy's nipple with my pruny fingers, the other tweezed between my teeth. "Hmmm," Daddy hummed lightly. I could feel his erection twitching against me. I hadn't forgotten his offer from earlier, but I was imagining that maybe the housekeeping visit had him a bit rattled. "Are you okay, Daddy?" I asked. "Of course, baby. You're here with me. I can't feel anything but happy if you're here." He held me tightly. My face inched closer to his armpit, where most of his body odor seemed to exude from. I hooked my nose underneath his arm, and took a deep breath, taking in all of Daddy's scent. "Mmmmmmhmmmm," I shuddered with excitement. My tongue slipped from my mouth and began tasting and licking Daddy's armpit. Salty from sweat, I became hungry for more of him. My lips kissed under Daddy's arm, savoring his flavor. My tongue ran against his dark hair, delightfully lapping him up. "Oh yeah, baby. You like the way Daddy tastes?" he asked sweetly. His hand gripped the back of my head and encouraged me to press harder against him. I shook my face against him, taking deep breaths, worshipping Daddy's armpit. I spat against him, and as my spit trickled down Daddy's side, I licked it back up, running my tongue against his skin, back up to his armpit again. "Grrrr, yeah," I growled hungrily. I continued running my tongue along Daddy's skin, eventually travelling to his nipple, sucking and nibbling it gratefully. "Mmmph...mmmph," I whimpered as I nursed on Daddy's chest. I hadn't had this kind of freedom yet, to explore Daddy's body as much as I wanted. I'd been tied down, only letting him explore me. I grew more chaotic in my horniness. My mouth and tongue racing along Daddy's chest, his stomach, taking in as much of him as I could. Daddy took my face in his hands and brought me to his lips. His facial hair scratched against my lips as he proceeded to make out with me, frantically, as though we hadn't ever met. I gulped down helpings of his hot breath into my lungs, I sucked on Daddy's soft lips, my teeth clacked against his, as we became one with our mouths. I took Daddy's cock in my hand and played with his long shaft and especially heavy balls. I hadn't been able to touch him this whole time with my own hands, so to feel the length of Daddy's cock against the palm of my hand was almost more than I could handle. I stroked and milked Daddy's cock with at first soft care, but then I couldn't contain myself. I stooped down and sank my mouth around his dick, swallowing almost the entire thing in one satisfied gulp. "ANNGH!" Daddy yelped excitedly, instantly bucking from the sensation of my mouth around his dick. I felt the soft sponginess of the tip of Daddy's dick push against my tonsils, and with that I allowed my full weight to take in the rest of his cock, effectively gagging myself with his meat. "Gaaangh," I gagged and gargled Daddy's meat with complete pleasure. Taking the last inch of his dick, I fucked my throat with his dick, forcefully punching Daddy's cock against the furthest part of me. Finally, I pushed as hard as I could, completely cutting off my breathing. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to breathe, but I loved it. My vision started to grow faint, and just as I felt like I couldn't hold it anymore, I lifted off of Daddy's dick, leaving behind strands of my spit. I sucked my own drool back into my lips before spitting it back onto Daddy's cock, stroking him, lubricating his cock with my spit. "Ohhhh, God, baby. That feels so good," he whimpered. "Yeah, Daddy," I whispered back. I was ravenous. I was back in the driver's seat, selfishly taking what I wanted, while giving something in return--my utmost disregard for my limits and inhibitions. "Fuck my face, Daddy. Please, fuck my face," I whined, looking at him with weary eyes. "Slam your big dick into me. Don't hold back," I said, begging him. Drool leaked down my chin as I continued stroking Daddy's dick. "I don't wanna hurt you," Daddy said looking into my eyes, his face twisting with pleasure. "You won't," I reassured. "I love you so much, Daddy," I added, hoping that would encourage him to give me what I wanted. "Ohhhhh, yes, baby. I love you, too. I love your perfect boy body and your sexy lips," he said, resting his thumb on my lower lip and pulling it down. "You want Daddy to fuck your face?" he asked again. "Oh yes, Daddy. Please, I wanna feel all of you," I begged. I leaned forward to take Daddy's cock in my mouth, and just as the tip was entering between my lips, I felt Daddy's hand grip the back of my head. In less than a second, Daddy's cock slammed all the way into me. "MMMMMMPH!" I growled, feeling my jaw drop as Daddy's dick surged into me, practically knocking me out. I bounced on Daddy's dick as he bucked his hips against me. I fumbled trying to find his other hand. Once I did I guided it to the back of my head, leaving both of Daddy's hands gripping my hair. Daddy's hips and hands then worked together, holding onto my head tightly, and slowly at first, Daddy began to skewer my skull with his bright pink dick. "Hoooo, yeah, baby," he sighed. It didn't take him long to pick up his pace, his hands moving to my ears, holding onto them as he began to fervently and with almost animalistic passion pound my throat with his cock. "MMmmMMMMmMMMM," I groaned in ecstasy as my entire body felt aflame with lust. I could feel my cock bouncing against my stomach, a sticky web of precum forming on my navel. With each pound of Daddy's dick, I saw flashes of bright light. I relished the taste and flavor of his meat, my throat growing a satisfied soreness with each powerful thrust. "UNnngh, baby, yes, I'm gonna cum in you! UNNNGH YEAH. HUNNGH FUCKKKKK!" Daddy continued pounding my face with his cock, his balls slapping against the bottom of my chin, and as he continued to stifle my breathing with his thick meat, I could feel an electric heat swarming around my prick. I could feel my balls swelling with excitement. Daddy's dick began to erupt with warm cum, filling my throat with his juice. My head began to swim. My cock began to jerk and twitch with each powerful surge of cum that filled my stomach. Daddy gripped my head and stuffed his cock deep down into throat, trembling in his orgasm. I could feel my own cum growing warm in my balls ready to burst. I couldn't believe it. My cock began to bounce more wildly until... "HHHMMPPH. MMMMMPH!" I began shooting cum erratically from my cock, spraying Daddy's legs and the back of the bathroom wall. My knees shook weakly as my orgasm caused me to melt. Daddy continued slowly fucking my mouth, allowing me to milk the rest of him. Once I'd sucked as much of Daddy's cum as I could, I allowed his meat to pull away from me, falling down my lips and my chin. I took in gulps of breath, dizzily coming back to reality. "Th-thank you, Daddy," I said exhausted. Daddy shook his dick a bit. He appeared worn out. His eyes half-shut. I regained my strength standing as tall as I could. I wanted to show him that I had more in me. Daddy placed his hand on the small of my back and pulled me in for a kiss. His breath was manly and hot. He definitely needed to brush his teeth. My cum-breath combined with his created a noxious and sensual burst, flooding me with lust all over again. I pulled away from his face. "Baby, your lips are so soft and perfect," he said, almost in disbelief. He dove his face back into mine, his hands running along my skin. My hands reached for his dick, still hard and throbbing, slick from my throat. "Mmmm," he groaned, smirking a bit. I felt Daddy's hand smack me right between my ass cheeks, stinging my tender hole. "MMMMPH!" I winced. My face ran against Daddy's hairy thighs, his cock squashed against my face. Daddy's fingers circled and played with my hole as his body stooped over my shoulder. I felt his long arm resting along my back as he poked and prodded his joints against my hole. My tongue lashed against Daddy's dick, my lips sucking in his ball sack. Daddy shoved two of his fingers into my hole with relative ease. "UNnnnnngh," I groaned instantly. Daddy slid his fingers in and out of my a few times, but then as he leaned against the wall of the hotel bathroom, his pulled on me from my hole as though I were a bowling ball. I rose to my feet and rested my body against Daddy's leg. "Hunngh..ANGH!" Daddy yanked his arm encouraging me to jump so that I was straddling Daddy's waist, gripping to him like a sloth to a branch. Daddy pressed his lips against mine as he continued fucking my ass with his fingers. Precum seeped from my cock, sticking to Daddy's hip. I groaned into Daddy's mouth as he continued playing with my hole. Eventually, Daddy carried me over to the bathroom counter which was actually located outside of the toilet and tub. A large mirror stretched along the counter, and a sink was placed in the middle. Daddy removed his fingers from my hole, and I felt like I could feel him leaving me all the way in my thighs. I leaned back against the mirror with my legs in the air. Daddy looked at me admirably, a pleasant smile across his face. "Fuck me, Daddy," I whined, shaking my head. "Please, I need you to fuck me," I pleaded. Daddy stepped closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his cock against my hole. My eyes rolled back in my head at the sensation of it. "You love me, baby?" he asked sweetly once again. "Tell me you love me." "I love you, Daddy," I said, my back arching as the desperate feeling in my ass continued to grow to an agonizing level of need. "You sure you want Daddy to fuck you? Do you think you can handle it?" "I can take it, Daddy," I said, breathlessly. My legs pulled even further back, giving Daddy better access to my hole. Daddy pushed forward slightly, and with little effort, my hole swallowed up the tip of Daddy's dick. "E-eengh," I shuddered. It had been a while since a dick had been in my ass, so I found myself experiencing that initial discomfort of something being pushed inside of me like that. "K-keep going, Daddy. Please." I gripped the edge of the counter as Daddy's cock continued sliding into me. I watched his face twist uncontrollably as my warm ass engulfed his cock. "J-Jesus Christ, heh." Daddy threw his head back, a massive smile on his face. Daddy pushed the remaining inches of his smooth dick into my hole. "Annnnngh!" I groaned. I pulled on the edge of the counter, forcing my body to press further against Daddy's dick, feeling him all the way inside of me. My toes curled as my body grew accustomed to the size of Daddy's dick. It wasn't as big as my Dad's, but it was just as thick. I could feel Daddy's balls resting against the base of my ass. I watched as every muscle of Daddy's chest tightened and twitched as he continued nesting inside of me. Daddy slowly pulled his cock away from me, letting it drag along my prostate. My cock practically touched my sternum from how far my body was bent into place. Precum dribbled down my stomach and fell into my belly button. I looked into Daddy's eyes with need, begging him not to take it out. Just as Daddy's cock was almost completely out of my ass, he pushed into me, shoving his entire dick back into me. "GRRAAAAH!" I wailed, my face stretching into a delirious smile. "OOOOOOOMMPH," my legs jolted uncontrollably as Daddy's cock grinded inside of me. "Urrrrgh, yeah, Daddy. I love your big cock so much," I whined. I could feel my neck tightening. My balls rolled against the base of my cock. Already I was ready to cum again for a second time. Daddy pulled away again, the engorged tip of his dick hooking against my prostate, milking more precum out of me. About halfway from being out of my ass, he pushed back in again. "UNNNGH!" I groaned wildly. "FUCK me, Daddy! PLEASE!" I roared. "Oh, god, baby. I'm so ready to fuck you," he said, pushing and pulling his dick in and out of me, quicker and harder than before. His face contorted with focus, pleasure, and exhilaration. As he found himself able to pound me freely without any restraint, his face took the expression of a kid who'd finally learned how to ride a bike. Full of glee, discovering that now anything was possible. "UMMPH. UMMPH. Yeah, fuck me Daddy," I whispered faintly. I could feel cum starting to boil up inside of me. "Ooooh, yeah, your ass is so perfect baby," he whimpered. From the stiffness of his movements, the way his lips were beginning to twist, I knew what was coming. "Unnngh, Daddy, don't cum yet," I whined, only just getting to enjoy the minute of fucking that I'd been waiting for what felt like weeks. "I don't know...eh...I don't know if I can..." he shook his head. It was bizarre. It was as if his brain was telling him to stop, to not cum yet, but his hips still pushed forward as though my ass were a vacuum, sucking him into me. His hand gripped my cock, providing him something to hold on to. "Uh hunnnnngh, b-baby...I-I'm gonna...ERRRGGGH!" Within moments his hips wildly jerked and spasmed, his cock exploding with cum. The heat of his seed burned my insides. "ERRRRGH, YEAH DADDY," I encouraged him. His face looked weary and full of pleasure, a full rollercoaster ride of feelings. His skin slapped against mine, and his cock rattled inside of my ass. Daddy flung himself against me, his chest bouncing from the force of his cock. I could feel the twitching of his cock beginning to dissipate, Daddy's breath coating the length of my torso. Slowly, Daddy pulled his cock from my ass, and instantly squatted down, his face instantly burying itself into my broken-in hole. "Mmph, yeah baby, feed me my cum," he groaned, his lips slurped against my ass as he began to chew out my hole, eager to taste his own warm jizz on his lips. I relaxed my hole, allowing his cum to pour out of my ass. "Mmmmmmm," Daddy groaned, his voice sending vibrations through my spine. "Eennngh, Daddy. Give me some, too," I said crunching my stomach forward slightly, my tongue open. Daddy jumped to his feet and leaned over me. His body growing sticky with sweat slid against mine. His mouth was full of his cum as his lips pressed against mine. I gratefully accepted the helping of cum, still warm from my ass and Daddy's balls. Daddy pulled away from my lips. My hand reached over to Daddy's cock, stroking it with my hand. It was still hard and firm, twitching with life. "Put it back in me," I whispered inches from his face. "Keep fucking me, Daddy." My legs spread further apart granting him further access to my hole. "B-baby, I don't know if I---" "Just do it," I said. "Fuck me," I demanded. A rush of excitement surged through me at the idea of telling Daddy what to do. "I don't know if I like your tone," he said, pressing his cock against my hole. "C'mon, Daddy," I whined. "Just fuck me. Please, Daddy. I know you want more," I said as I glared into his eyes. "Don't talk to Daddy that way." Daddy reached across and gripped my cheeks, gripping me with a slap. His face grew stern as his cock sunk into my ass. I imagined that this was how he spoke to his daughters when they did anything bad and talked back to him. I continued to stare longingly into his eyes, begging him to fuck me with just a look. "Don't...ungh," as he began to scold me once more, his cock drew itself back into ass once again. "Unnnnnngh!" I winced as his cock slid deeper into me. I saw his face soften from the sternness he once held, to now a mindless man, only interested in getting his rocks off. I imagined him with his look when he was first with his wife, or perhaps cheating on his wife. Daddy's lips shone with spit and his own cum. "God," Daddy huffed, as his hips jutted closer to me. "Y-yeah, Daddy," I whimpered. My cock twitched as Daddy's dick slid in and out of me. I felt him slowly grow into me, the way he moved his body, the way his eyes took on a drunken, glazed stupor. I knew that he was mine. My ass was hungry for dick, and I was tired of waiting for it. "Y-you...you shouldn't talk...back..." Daddy's eyes rolled back in his head as he got his slow rhythm under control. "Y-you know better than to--" "I don't...mmmph...have to listen to you," I grunted, continuing to defy Daddy in a way that made my heart rush. "Yes....ungh...I'm..." Daddy's brain was almost scrambling before my eyes. I'd never seen someone totally transformed by my hole before like this. "I'm your...Daddy..." he whimpered. His hips lurched back and forth, his cock practically diving into my hole, pounding my prostate. "Ohhhh, yeah, Daddy," I whimpered. Precum spritzed my stomach with each pelvic thrust Daddy fired into me. I could feel my toes growing numb and electric, a tightness at the base of my cock. "Unnngh yeah, fuck me Daddy. Keep fucking me!" I squeaked. "Unngh, fuck, baby. I-I..." Daddy couldn't even find the words to say. I'd successfully trapped him with my hole, just like I'd had so many other times. And now, I could feel Daddy's cock swelling with excitement. "I'm...I'm getting...oh Jesus..." he whimpered, his voice cracking. "I'm gonna cum again, babyyyyyyyy," his voice grinded and growled. "Yeah, Daddy," I whined. I could feel myself getting closer to cumming as well. "Fuck me. Fuck the cum out of me, Daddy. UNnnghh yeah! MMMPH. MMMMMMPH!" I moaned hysterically as two quick surges of cum flew over my head and splashed the mirror behind me. "GAHHHhhh...ERRRNGH!" I roared as steadily one rope of cum surged across my chest and my stomach. Daddy was unrelenting in his thrusts as I could feel his cum splashing against the insides of my hole like before. "ERRRRGH!" he groaned. Our moans rumbled in one another's chests. Daddy continued slowly fucking me, letting his cum churn and foam inside of my ass for a bit longer, as my shivering orgasm came to a close. Daddy leaned forward and placed a long and sensual kiss on my lips. Despite the bath I'd just had, I was already drenched in sweat and cum. "Again." I said succinctly. That was the word that became our only other communication beyond the commands we gave one another during sex. With that word, Daddy would lead me through another round of fucking, my cum-soaked hole began to soak and drink up Daddy's cum like a sponge. "Again." I rode him on the floor of the hotel room, victoriously bouncing up and down on his bright pink dick, as he laid back gleefully enjoying the euphoria of my insides gripping his dick, milking him dry. My cock slapped against his stomach. I twisted and spun on Daddy's dick like it were a toy, and I was selfishly using it for my own pleasure. Gone were the days where I waited for him to pleasure me. His meat was mine. Cum spewed across Daddy's chest, landing on his lips, which thankfully he shared with me. "Again." Daddy pressed me against a wall. My back arched, providing Daddy with a comfortable access to my hole. My cock twitched between my legs as Daddy slammed his body against mine. His thighs against my ass, like applause in a stadium. Precum dangled from my cock as Daddy plowed into me. His voice drunk with lust, singing my name "Baby" between every cuss word he could comprehensibly still mutter as he fucked my ass into oblivion. Eventually cum sputtered from my dick against the wall, without me even feeling like I'd had an orgasm, as though Daddy had pressed a button in my ass releasing my sperm, sending it sliding down the white walls of the hotel room. "Again." Daddy stood above me in bed, my legs spread apart, my back erect as though I were a scorpion. Daddy bounced his legs causing my ass to slide along his dick. Daddy's cock jackhammered into me, with my cock bouncing only inches from my face. Precum dribbled down my shaft before coating my chest in its crystalline sweetness. Daddy's legs practically jumped on the bed, pumping his cock in and out of me before I began to wail as cum oozed along the length of my face. "A-again." Daddy took my ass from behind. "A...again." Daddy slammed his cock into mem, missionary style. "Again...again." Daddy laid his stomach along my back, grinding his cock into me, using all of his weight. I could feel him sliding into me, slowly in and out. My cock buzzed with need, even several orgasms later. My ass raw from taking so many poundings in so many different angles. I was a boy on Christmas, eating all the candy I could because I knew it was a special day, and no one would tell me no. "Yeah, fuck me Daddy," I whispered. Daddy's pace began to slow, his cock still pulsing inside of me as though with a mind of its own. Until finally, I felt Daddy's entire weight resting upon me, and in my ear I could hear Daddy softly snoring. Daddy was fucking me in his sleep. * Missing: 3 days 2 hours Daddy continued to keep his body firmly pressed against mine. Holding me as though I were a security blanket. His cock remained somewhat hard inside of me. Every so often, he would have spells where his cock would expand, fully erect, and in his sleep, would hump me, just as though he were awake. It was as though I were a parasite, using his body just for sex. Not once did he turn over to allow his cock to leave my body. I couldn't sleep. At one especially aroused moment in Daddy's sleep, I decided to use the wave of arousal that seemed to sift into his sleep, and fucked myself with my totally zonked out Daddy, letting myself cum one more time. As I remained pressed by Daddy, I took the time to glance around at the state of the hotel room. It was riddled with chaotic filth. Not garbage, just clutter tossed about. Cum stained the walls like rain on a window. The mirror was completely vandalized by my semen. A web of white, crystalized cum. The bed sheets that had once been the canvas that I was painted upon, were now tempest tossed at all the corners of the room as though a tornado had blown through the room. Now we only lay on a bare mattress. Lust burned in the very air that we were laying in, almost like a toxic poison. But a poison that neither of us were able to let go of. Only a bed-side lamp illuminated our dreary hotel room. A soft murmur of rain sprinkled against the hotel window. The walls of the room began to sadden me. It wasn't my bedroom. It wasn't home. And the person who was locked into my hole wasn't someone I could authentically love. My heart began to twist, and fear began to take over once again. Back to the moment when I was first tied to the very bed that I was getting fucked in. I was thirsty. I reached over and grabbed a stale glass of water, feeling rejuvenated at least enough to regain my strength. I knew I couldn't stay here forever, and my mind started to dart from idea to idea, distracted by the sensation of dick pressing into me. "Mmph," Daddy grumbled, shifting his body slightly. His cock slowly sliding in and out of me. My body instantly stiffened at the sensation of Daddy's dick. "D-daddy," I whimpered, hoping to wake him up, feeling his dick grow stiffer. I tried my best to swallow back the feeling of lust as I felt more and more of his meat pressing against my prostate. My cock jerked and twitched against the hotel mattress. "Mmmmm," I could feel his smile against my shoulder. His dick pushed all the way into me, spooning me. His hot body stuck to my skin like Velcro. I'd worn him out. "D-daddy," I said again. "Are you awake?" Daddy kissed my shoulders. "Mmmm-hmmm," he mumbled. "Ready for more?" he asked playfully. "I-I'm hungry," was all I said. My stomach did in fact grumble as I felt Daddy continue to slowly fuck me. My ass had seen and taken so much of Daddy's cum, I wondered how much of it was possibly still left. "Mmmm, yeah baby? You want Daddy's cock?" he asked gripping my ass in his hand. He pressed his cock deep into me, sending stars through my vision. "Uh-ungh...I-I mean...I'm really hungry," I said, trying to keep the lust out of my voice. Daddy froze in place. "O-oh...yeah." His stomach growled against the small of my back. "I guess it's been a while since we've eaten," he said sheepishly. His forehead ran against the back of my head. He took a deep breath as he ran his nose in my hair. I knew that if he kept this up, I would be back to getting my brains fucked out of me. I had to get him out of the room. "Yeah, I'm starving. Do we have any snacks?" I said, knowing that the answer was no. "Ungh...lemme check," he struggled as he pulled his cock out of my ass. "Aahhhh," I breathed in relief. I flopped over on my back, letting my muscles stretch as though I were a cat waking up from a nap. I was a crusted mess. With each movement of my joints, I could feel the hardened cum on my skin crack like sugar on creme-brulee. Daddy rifled through some bags. He tossed aside a pair of jeans that fell to the floor with a bright clinking sound, as though they were full of change. I saw him toss the clothes that I'd worn days ago when I was first taken by him to another corner of the room. "No food," he said simply, while stretching. "How about Louie's?" he suggested. It's what we'd been eating almost every day. "Aww," I whined. "I'm tired of Louie's." It seemed like Louie's was maybe a short drive from where we were. I wanted to push him to venture somewhere further. "Ha, well, what do you want? I thought you liked Louie's. That's where we fell in love," he said standing motionless. Naked in a dim corner of the hotel room. "Y-yeah," I said, giving him a smile. "Louie's sounds good, Daddy," I said. His face brightened up. Daddy grabbed a pair of casual clothes, slightly wrinkled and got dressed. "I'll be back in a bit," Daddy said, and came over and gave me a kiss on my lips. He walked over to the door. Just before he put his hands on the doorknob, he turned to me once again. "Get on your hands and knees, baby." He said, waiting for me to do it. I got up on the bed and crawled on my hands and knees facing him. "Turn away from me," he added. I pivoted on my knees, my ass facing the doorway. "That's how I want to see you when I get back," he said, solemnly. "Okay, Daddy," I added, shaking my ass slightly for him. "I'll be back, baby," he said softly. He opened the door, slid outside, and locked it behind him. I waited on my hands and knees for a moment listening carefully to what was happening outside. It was difficult to keep track of what was happening. I heard Daddy's footsteps trailing away from the hotel. After I couldn't hear them anymore, I did my best to peer outside. My first picture of the outside world in days. It was night, maybe nine or ten o' clock. Through the curtain of rain that trickled outside, I watched as Daddy rush into his car. The headlights shot to life, and he backed away out of the parking lot. Instantly, I leapt to my feet. I dashed over the complimentary phone resting on the nightstand. I picked it up and held it to my ear. I heard nothing. No dial tones. I pushed the first few numbers of our home phone number and didn't hear anything. I put the phone down and checked the cord and saw the frayed multi-colored wires spinning out of the end of it. Daddy had thought of everything, I thought. Panic started to set in. I had to calm down and take this chance while I still head it. I knew that these motels usually had a payphone near the entrance. I needed a quarter to make a call though. I remember watching my dad use one when his truck broke down when I was younger. It was frustrating and it took a while for it to work, but it got the job done. I looked around the room and found my clothes in a clump. I grabbed the t-shirt and shorts and pulled them on quickly. Change. I needed changed. I looked in the drawers--nothing. Then I remembered when Daddy tossed a pair of jeans to the floor hearing the familiar jingle of money tossed together. I went over to the jeans and reached into each pocked and pulled out a handful of change. I sifted the pennies and nickels back into the pocket. I managed to find two quarters. I would have to make this count. I stuffed the quarters into my pocket and made my way to the door. I unlocked it, and as I opened the door, the smell and sensation of fresh air almost knocked me out. It was so perfect and beautiful, like pulling off tight shoes after a long day, or drinking a cold glass of water after being in the sun for hours. I tried not to get transfixed by the experience of going outside. I switched the deadbolt to lock so that the door wouldn't fully close. I stepped into the stormy night, the humidity filled my nostrils, and I could feel my hair starting to frizz. I saw a white light near the entrance of the hotel and made my way to it. Most of the hotel room lights were off, so I assumed it must be late, with people sleeping. I could only hope that someone at home was still awake. As I reached the fluorescent light, I saw two payphones. Rain started to fall even harder, beginning to drench my clothes. I did my best to stay dry, but it was no use. I was going to be soaking wet by the time I was finished. One of the payphones was out of order so I went to the other one. I pulled out one of the quarters and slid it into the coin slot. I held the receiver into my ear: "Please dial the number you wish to call." The operator's voice was the first I'd heard other than Daddy's and the housekeeper from before. I carefully punched in the buttons to dial home. With each ring of the phone, my heartbeat grew more and more rapid. "Hello?" My sister, Lisa, answered the phone. I was disappointed. I was hoping to hear my dad's voice. "Lisa? It's Sebas--" "Sebastian?! Where the hell are you? Oh my God. Everyone is going totally bonkers. Where are you? What's going on? Are you insane? If you ran away again, I swear to Christ I'm moving in with Aunt Debr--" "Lisa. Lisa! Listen," I said in the phone. "I'm sorry. I-I'm...Mom and Dad have the entire town looking for you. It's...where are you?" "I'm at a hotel somewhere," I said in a daze. "Ugh, real useful, nimrod. Any signs?" she said hurriedly. "Umm..." I looked around everywhere, but I could barely see anything through the rain. Finally I saw a sign lit up by a flickering light. I made out only a few of the letters. "Motel" was definitely the last word. I could see the last letters of the second word were "-anch". "Looks like...'something'...'Branch' or 'Ranch' Motel?'" I said without much confidence. "Something Branch or Ranch Motel, really? That's it? Great, I'll tell the search party," she sounded irritated. "I can't see, Lisa, it's hard to see," I fired back. "Is Dad home?" I asked. "He's been out looking for you, working with the police this whole time. You can imagine how freaked out mom is." "Yeah," I said solemnly. "Please place another deposit to continue this call," the operator recording said. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the other quarter and placed it in the slot. "Are you safe?" she asked. "Are you okay?" "I'm okay, but I had to sneak out to make this phone call, so get help right away," I said, urgency in my voice. "O-okay," she stammered. "I will." "Bye, Lisa," I said. "Bye, Seb," she said. I heard the click of Lisa hanging up on the other end. I put the payphone back. A part of me worried if that would be enough. In the distance of the freeway, I saw a pair of headlights. I knew that it had to be Daddy returning with food, since it seemed rare that any cars drove down this road, and there weren't many other cars in the hotel parking lot. If Daddy wanted a hotel where he could be far away from people, he picked a good one. The headlights cut through the steady rain, making the rainfall look like white pebbles falling to the ground. I made a dash for the hotel room before I could be spotted. Rain soaked me from head to toe as I moved across the dark parking lot. I pushed open the door slightly and slipped inside, switching the deadbolt to lock it as it had been before. In a mad and frantic rush I threw off my wet clothes and tried hiding them in the nightstand drawer along with the copy of a bible. I crawled back on to the bed as I heard the door of Daddy's car closing. My hair was wet. There was no way that he would think that I hadn't tried going outside. I got back into the position Daddy had left me in. My face down against the mattress, my legs apart, my ass in the air, my dick dangling between my legs. I took quick and deep breaths, trying to gain control of my thoughts. What could I have been doing, I thought. What can I say to him when he sees me looking wet? I heard the sound of the key entering the lock. I controlled my breath as I listened to Daddy fumbling with the keys. As I heard the door opening, I reached for my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, giving Daddy a full view of my hole as he entered, hoping that would distract him. "Sorry, baby, Louie's was closed so I had to go...O-oh," he gasped. I stayed totally still, waiting for Daddy to close the door. I thought quickly. If I can distract him long enough, the police will arrive, and I can finally go home. I switched my brain into full sexual yearning. Daddy quickly shut the door, shaking off his wet jacket. I could feel his wet hands gripping my ass. "Mmmmmph," I whimpered, wagging my ass slightly. "Daddy, please taste my hole. I can't go another minute without your tongue against it." "Oh, baby," he sighed before running his tongue along the entire length of my hardening cock, balls, taint, then my hole. He lapped his tongue against my skin as though I were made of sugar. His tongue activated the triggers inside of me, causing my dick to spring to full attention. "God, you taste so good," he said before driving his tongue deep into my hole. "Anngh," I yelped. "Errrgh, yeah, Daddy. That feels so good," I whimpered, encouraging him. Precum began to leak from my cock as I felt Daddy's tongue pressing against me. My balls jumped in excitement. "Oh, Daddy. I wanna feel your cock inside of me again. Please fuck me," I whined. "Fuck yeah, baby," Daddy said, jumping to his feet. I heard him fumbling with his jeans before finally hearing them slump to the floor. I quickly stroked my cock milking some of my precum out of me and mixing what I could with the spit that Daddy had already painted on my hole, giving him a nice and slick avenue to fuck me. I felt Daddy's hard cock slap against the base of my ass, tapping against my sticky hole. "Mmmph, yeah Daddy. I can't wait any longer. Please fuck me," I begged, trying to hurry him into the process. It didn't take too long before I felt Daddy's cock slowly begin to push its way into me. "Rrrrrgh, yeeeeeengh!" I whined, feeling inch by inch, Daddy's slowly falling into me. "Gahhhhhh, yes, baby. Your ass is so perfect. I could...mmmph, fuck you all night," he said as he began to slowly push and pull his cock in and out of me. Precum began to drizzle on the bare mattress. Rainwater ran down my forehead, along my eyes, and I prayed that it would dry faster. Daddy's hips began to pound against my ass, filling my hole with meat. Waves of pleasure surged through my skin, and as much as I needed to stay focused, hoping that I could keep my control, euphoria was beginning to take over, and I could feel myself becoming taken by lust. I pulled on my cock, trying to stifle the feeling of pleasure that with each pelvic thrust continued to blind me. I couldn't help it. I was simply persuaded by dick, and I was discovering that there as little that I could do to stop my body from being distracted. I groaned as I felt Daddy's thick cock raking against the inside of my hole. The head of his dick hooking against my prostate, driving me wild. "Oooof, fuck yeah, baby. Your ass is so nice and warm. You like my dick? You like Daddy's dick?" he coaxed as his hands gripped the sides of my hips. "NNnnnngh, yes, Daddy. I love your dick. Keep fucking me," I whined. Daddy grew more excitable, gripping my sides and rocking me back and forth as he fucked me, pounding me deeper and more wildly. "RRRRRRGH! FFFFFFUCKKKKKGH!" I grunted into my forearm. Daddy's thighs slapped against my ass. "Ohhhh, errrrrgh, yeah, baby-y-yyy," he sang, as he greedily continued taking my ass for himself. His hands ran down my back, my shoulders, my neck. My toes began to curl as I became overwhelmed by his tough. "Yeah, baby, bounce on Daddy's dick, show me how much you--wait." He paused; his dick frozen in my ass. His fingers reached my hair, cold and wet from the outside. "Nnnngh, keep fucking me, Daddy," I whimpered, trying my best to ride his dick, as his fingers tangled in the wet mess that was my hair. "D-don't stop," I trembled, continuing to work his dick. "Mmmph, wh-why...why is your hair wet?" he asked, softly gripping a handful of hair. "Unngh, don't stop, Daddy," I said, trying to change the subject, squeezing and working my thighs to clench around his dick. "Why is your hair wet," he asked again more seriously. "Ungh...I-I, wanted to take a shower while you were gone," I explained. Daddy leaned over along my back, his cock shifting inside of me as he did. I felt his nose run along my back, at the base of my neck, in my hair. "You don't smell like soap," he said more seriously. "Or shampoo." I didn't say anything. Daddy pulled his cock out of me, and quickly pulled up his pants. "Get dressed," he said tersely. "H-huh, but I don't--" Daddy through a white bed sheet at me. "Then use this," he said more aggressively. He came over and wrapped me tightly in the sheet, so that my arms were pinned to my side. My dick poked against the white sheet, causing it to tent at my waist. My legs were still like jello from getting fucked, even if only for a few minutes. The sheet fell over my eyes, and I couldn't see clearly as Daddy reached over my shoulder and opened the door and pushed my outside of the hotel room. "But, Daddy, I don't want to leave!" I said loudly. Daddy slammed his hand across my mouth. I opened my lips and chomped down on his finger. "RRRRRRGH!" he growled. I felt a swift punch behind my knees, causing me to fall the ground, my knees scraping against the pavement. I felt Daddy's hands scoop around my waist, lifting me off the ground. I kicked and flailed by Daddy's hold on me was too powerful. I heard a key grind against metal, and the sound of a trunk popping open. Not gently, Daddy tossed me into the trunk. From the flecked light mixing with the rain. I saw Daddy pull out the rag he'd been using to gag me. I struggled, but the damp bed sheet clung to my skin, entangling my naked body in wet fabric. Next to my head, I saw Daddy grab a roll of what looked like duct tape and pulled a strip of it with his teeth. Daddy gripped my wrists together, and tied them behind my back with the tape, his breath laborious and frantic. The rain continued to pour down, drowning out the noise he was making. Just as I was about to scream for help, Daddy's fist lodged the rag inside my mouth muffling my voice. And just like that, Daddy slammed the trunk of his car shut, leaving me in darkness and the sound of rain pummeling the outside of the car. I heard the sound of the driver's side door opening and closing and the engine starting. "MMMMMPH" I yelled, kicking against the roof of the trunk. My eyes were unable to see anything, my arms tangled in the bedsheet struggled to find anything to grab onto. My body rocked back and forth as I felt the car move into reverse and then peel out. Daddy knew that I'd called for help. He wasn't going to give me up that easily. As I felt the car moving quicker, I assumed entering the freeway, my lips began to quiver. Fear was beginning to sink in, and the hope I'd had to make it home was beginning to diminish. I kept thinking that Daddy was just going to pull into a different hotel, but after each minute would pass, with no stops, no turns, just continuous movement, it seemed like Daddy had a different plan. Missing: 3 days 20 hours I wasn't sure how long we'd been driving, but it seemed like hours. From the slight cracks in the sides of the trunk space, I could see small pockets of light, meaning it must have been daytime. I had drifted in and out of sleep, rendered helpless by my current state. I couldn't do anything, but wait, and hope that wherever we ended up Daddy would still see me as his special "baby". Eventually, the car began to slow, and my body tossed and turned from the movement of what felt like we were pulling in somewhere. I felt the parking brake vibrate beneath me, the car jostle side to side as Daddy exited the car. A small sound to my left, then a couple beeps, and I could only assume that we were at a gas station. I listened to the rushing sound of gas filling up the car. Great, I thought, that'll give us maybe four more hours on the road without stopping. I really need to pee. I really need to stretch my legs. "Don't worry, baby," I heard a voice from the outside. "We're almost to our new home." I gritted my teeth. "Hopefully there you'll be happy." Tears filled my eyes. He must have thought that I was unhappy in the hotel room, and this new place was going to be better. Or at least that was how he was rationalizing me trying to escape and get help. We found our way back on the road. The day was growing later, and the sun was beginning to get higher in the sky, making the inside of the trunk an uncomfortable humidity. All I could do was listen to my surroundings and hope that I could catch anything out of the ordinary to find my way back home. A carnival sound, animal noises, traffic. Anything to give me a clue. I listened closely, after ten minutes, the drolling sound of the road was all I could hear. Something in the distance did seem off, and familiar. High-pitched, a siren, maybe we were near a hospital? But it sounded like police sirens, and they were getting closer. "Fuck. Fuck! FUCK!" I heard Daddy all the way in the driver seat cussing. The car came to a slow stop. "Don't make any noise," I heard him say sternly. Like a real father. "Or I'll tell them it was you who started this," he said. My throat closed up. What did that mean? I started this? I listened as footsteps approached the driver's side of the car. "Afternoon, officer. What seems to be the trouble?" Afternoon? It was that late? My sense of time was completely upside down. I never realized how much I wanted a watch until now. "Sir, I stopped you because your car matches the description of a vehicle involved in a missing person's case," the officer's voice was firm, and to my surprise female. All the police I'd seen so far were men. "Oh! Haha, that's funny isn't it," Daddy said nonchalantly. "A missing person's case? Well, no, actually it's not," she added. "Oh, yes, of course. I just meant that...my car...as a coincidence. That's funny..." he stammered. I wanted so badly to jostle around in the trunk, but I could only hear Daddy's warning in my head about me being the one who started this. Did he mean at Louie's? Is he blaming me? "Can I see your driver's license and registration?" Her voice had a distinct southern accent, focused, no-nonsense. She sounded tough. After some silence, she said, "Wait right here for me." I heard footsteps crunching from outside, the police car door opening and closing. Daddy didn't say anything. I imagined him sitting frozen behind the wheel, praying that he'd be let go off the chance that it was a coincidence. That his car hadn't actually been reported or listed as part of a missing person's case. That maybe this missing person was a different missing person, not me, his baby. I heard the police car door open one more time, and the footsteps approaching the driver's side once more. "Thank you for waiting patiently. Where are you headed today sir?" she asked as though she already knew the answer the question. "Me? Oh...Freemont," he said. "Freemont?" she asked almost incredulously. "Well, you know you're heading the wrong way." "Oh, yes ma'am, I know. I was just heading home to grab something before making the trip. My mom lives there. She's not feeling good. I was going to go pay her a visit." His voice was so different than the groaning, moaning, pampering one that I'd gotten to know over the past few days. He was still trying to be kind and gentle, his voice a bit lower pitch than normal. "Heading home. To Birchwood? That's what your license says," she said. My heart was beginning to race. "W-well, no. I'm staying in Red Oak for a couple days for work." "For work? Nothin' here in Red Oak 'cept oil rigs and cement factories." "Yep," Daddy replied. Some silence passed. "Sir, because you have a near perfect match to the car that's been reported in this missing person's case, and because the missing person is from Birchwood, I need to do a search on your car." My stomach twisted excitedly. "Wh-what? That's ridiculous. Just because I have a similar car. Lots of people have this kind of car!" he shouted. "Sir, I understand, but this is the proto--" "No! You're not searching my car. You don't have a warrant to search anything of my property," he sounded indignant, and I could only hope that the officer would not back down. "Sir, I need you to step out of the vehicle." "No! I don't see a warrant to--" "Sir, if there is any doubt that I have that you are hiding something, I can search your car. So far I have three things. Your car, your residential address, and your suspicious behavior." "That's nothing!" he spouted again. "Sir, I'm going to ask you one more time. Step. Out of. The vehicle." There was an intensity to the order, and something strange about why Daddy wasn't arguing back. Was she holding a gun up to him? The car door opened, and I felt Daddy's weight jostle the car from side to side. One by one, I heard car doors opening, things being rifled through. I heard footsteps approaching the driver's side again, and a satisfying pop happened around me. She was going to search the trunk, and I was going to be saved! "No! You can't look in there!" I heard Daddy screaming, his footsteps rapidly approaching her. "GET ON THE GROUND!" she roared. "I won't let you take him!" he yelled back. "ON THE GR--UMPH!" I could hear the rustling of chains and limbs flying about. "SIR. STOP MMPH. RESISTING. STOP RESISTING." "RRRRRRRRGH! NOOOOOOOO!" Daddy roared. In the distance I could hear several more sirens approaching. She must have called for backup when she first returned to her car earlier, and now she was just biding time. "NO! YOU CAN'T! GET AWAY!" he cried ludicrously. Several tires skidded to a halt, with sirens screeching through the air. Suddenly, the trunk flew open, blinding me with sunlight. A woman in a police uniform was looking back at me. The sun shining on my bare skin. I curled to protect my modesty. I saw Daddy being held by two other police officers and taken to a car. "BABY! DON'T LET THEM TAKE ME!" he screamed, spit flying from his mouth, tears falling from his eyes. "I LOVE YOU BABY! I LOVE YOU!" The officers pushed him into the back of a car, and I could still hear the muffled screams of Daddy calling for me. A sick feeling took over me. The officer pulled her radio to her mouth. "We found the 1065." * I sat in the front seat next to the officer who pulled Daddy over. Her name was Officer Graves. Since everything had happened, the police offered to let me change into a t-shirt and sweatpants that would fit me. Officer Graves talked me through how the case had gone, and how the whole town was looking for me. Almost four days. That was the longest that town had ever gone through. My dad had gone to the school like he said he was going to, and when the office said that he'd already been checked out by, who they thought was Gary Smalls, everyone knew something was wrong. "Unfortunately, there are a lot of people with that car, so it took a bit longer. And he seemed aware that he was being followed. Only paying things with cash, staying in remote areas," she explained. It wasn't until my phone call that there was any clear lead. Once the police arrived at the hotel that was close to what I'd described--The Golden Branch Hotel--the management was able to give them a better description of who he was. "How far am I from home?" I asked. My sense of direction was all over the place. "The furthest you got was three hours," she said with a face that was obviously meant to say, "You're so lucky," but I registered it as "How could this happen?" "What's going to happen to D-...to him?" I asked. "He'll be taken into custody with Red Oak PD, questioned, and since there's no real case here, other than 'Why?', he'll be in jail," she said with satisfaction. "Oh, okay. Thank you, again," I said softly. There was a wild mix of emotions going through me. First and foremost, I was looking forward to getting home. To seeing my dad, Lisa, and hell, even my mother. Second, I was nervous for how I would be treated at school. Third, and probably the most nauseating, was guilt. I felt like it was my fault that Daddy was going to jail. I pushed him to want to be with me. Even if it was just a casual blowjob in a bathroom, I had no idea that it would turn into something this serious. I began to think about all the men I'd enticed to have sex with me: Uncle Dale, Woody, and Earl. Mr. McCook and Mr. Sands. Mr. Grisham. Hell, even the movers Al and Jeremy. The photographer. As the list grew and grew, I began to panic, tears began to form in my eyes. What if bad things happen to all of them, too? All because of me? Officer Graves must have seen me growing upset. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe now. You're gonna be okay. That man will never find you again." I nodded and wiped my eyes. I started growing tired as the sun was beginning to droop into the evening. My eyes closed, and I fell asleep. * Officer Graves placed a hand on my shoulder waking me up. As I looked around, I saw that I was at the Birchwood Police Department. I was home, but not home. "Hooo, what a day," she said lightly. I got out of the car and followed her in through an employee entrance. "Are my parents here?" I asked. "Yes, they're here. You're going to get to meet the Birchwood Police Chief first, and he's going to ask you some questions. We have a doctor that's just going to check on you, and then you'll be able to see your family." I nodded, as I continued to follow her into an office. The police chief was older man with white hair and a mustache, sort of what I'd expected. "Ah, there he is!" he said warmly. He stood up and went over to shake Officer Graves's hand. "Excellent work, officer. Red Oak should be proud to have you on their team." "Thank you, Chief," she said. "Sebastian, get well, and stay out of trouble," she added a wink, before leaving the office. "Have a seat, Sebastian," I said. My eyes darted around the room. Framed documents, photos of the force from back in the seventies, and from today. Books lined a bookshelf. "I'm Chief Lewis, and I just wanna ask you a couple of questions," he had a gravelly voice. Not one that would make me afraid, but one that was warm. "I actually think you're one of my wife's students. Mrs. Davis, 7th grade English?" "Yeah," I smiled weakly. It was funny to see that this is who my teacher's husband was. He seemed jolly; mouth obscured by his long white mustache. Like a grandfather that would tell you a story from "back when I was your age." "She says you're quite the troublemaker," he said with a smirk. "Yeah," I rolled my eyes and smiled. "But she, just like everyone here in Birchwood, has been worried about you. We're glad you're home." I nodded. "You okay to answer some questions?" "Yes, sir," I said politely. "Good. First, on Friday, when you first left school during your third period, what happened?" "I got a call that I was getting an early dismissal," I explained. "Did you know you were getting an early dismissal?" "Yes. I was expecting my Dad to pick me up." "And why were you getting picked up early? Do you remember?" I didn't know how to answer this. Sure, Chief. My dad was picking me up so that we could go fuck somewhere. Happy? "We hadn't had much time together, so he wanted to pick me up early." "Just...because?" he finished. "Yeah, I think so." His face twisted a bit frustratedly, as he wrote some notes. "I just ask because, well, we've had some history with your house. You being missing, running away," he explained. I remembered. The day I went to the farmer's house, before the first day of school. The officer pulled his gun on my dad. "But hopefully, we won't after this time," he said, grinning. "So what happened next? You saw this man, that obviously wasn't your dad?" "N-no. The office said that he would be driving a car that I knew wasn't one that we had, but I didn't think anything of it. My dad has an old truck, so I thought maybe it broke down and he was borrowing a different one. I guess I didn't think about it." "Okay. So you just saw the car, but no one was around it? No sign of your dad?" "I walked up to the car, and I remember hands around my neck, and then not much after that," I explained softly. "It's amazing that you weren't killed, Sebastian." I nodded bleakly. "Would you say that you don't like being at home?" My eyebrows shot up. "N-no! I don't think that," I explained. "Well, it's just...two times now that we've had to come and find you," he said with eyes that were trying to say, "It's okay." But there was nothing needing to be "okay" about anything. He was reading into something that I wasn't seeing. "I like being at home," I said again. "So nothing was happening at home that would make you see this as...oh, I don't know...a way out? Nothing between you and your Dad that would--" "No! No, it's not like that, I was just confused." "Okay. Okay," he said, writing down a lot more. "Can you remember what happened after passing out?" "I woke up and I was tied to a bed with only my underwear on," I explained. The chief solemnly continued writing notes. "And, I think he wanted to keep me with him." "Did you know who he was?" he asked. I searched for the right answer. I knew that I had to tell the truth, but I didn't want the truth to unravel my entire family. "No. No I didn't know who he was," I explained. "The report from Red Oak says that you were actually his son. It says he was taking you on a camping trip. Well, we know that's not true since there was no camping gear in the car, but no matter. You're saying you didn't know him. He's not family. An uncle, a cousin, anything?" "No," I said, firmly. I felt my throat closing up. "He's nothing." Tears filled my eyes. I tried wiping them away, but the fell across my face anyway. I felt horrible. "So a stranger came to your school, picked you up, kept you for four days," he listed. "Was there anything that he made you do? With him?" I sat silently. How did I answer this question? It was embarrassing to talk about. I took a deep breath. "He...wanted me to get naked with him," I said, softly, embarrassed for myself. Chief Lewis wrote a short note, and then put his pen down. "Thank you Sebastian. Those were hard questions. I'm going to show you to our physician who's just going to check that you're not injured or needing any medical treatment." Chief Lewis stood up. "And Sebastian. We're glad you're home. Let's hope we can keep you here," he said with a smile. In what would have been a normal situation, I would have looked straight into his eyes, begun undressing him, and had him fuck me right on his desk, just out of the sheer fact that I probably could. But after this mishap, I averted my gaze, and followed him out of the office and across the hall to the medical room. As Chief Lewis opened the door, my eyes widened. "Mr. Sebastian." Dr. Amar jumped to his feet as though I were a ghost. "I take it you both have already met?" Chief Lewis asked. "Y-yes, Sebastian has made a couple of appointments with me," he said looking at me carefully. "Well, as our pediatrician, we just want to make sure that Sebastian hasn't suffered any injuries before he goes home," Chief Lewis explained. "O-of course," Dr. Amar said. Chief Lewis shook his hand and then left the small doctor's office. "Sebastian," Dr. Amar whispered, and then held out his arms, and invited me in for a hug. "The town has been so worried." I felt Dr. Amar's soft chest, remembering him naked. My cock stirred slightly, but only as a natural human reaction. "Are you going to fuck me, Dr. Amar?" I asked as though I was going to have to get a shot. "Wh-what? N-no, Sebastian. I don't think that would be appropriate right now," he explained, almost hurt. "I do need you to check all of you, strip out of your clothes, though. So that I can examine you." Without asking questions, I stripped off my shirt, and the sweatpants that the police had let me wear. My dick bounced slightly, somewhat erect. "I-I...I feel like I should apologize," he said. "For what?" I asked, standing in front of the doctor, completely naked. "For...giving you a sexual experience. It shouldn't have been--" "Dr. Amar, I wanted it," I said shrugging. "I still want it." My cock sprang slightly, as though it knew I was talking about it. Dr. Amar stared at it, like it was a candy bar. "But right now, I just want to go home," I said, worn out, exhausted. Dr. Amar nodded understandingly. First he checked my heart and my blood pressure. "Both normal," he said. My reflexes, "Good." My balls, "Very good." I smirked. "You don't have any bruising. Anywhere. Your anus and rectum don't appear to have any scarring." "That's good," I said, dumbly. "You had intercourse with him?" Dr. Amar asked. "Y-yes," I said awkwardly. "It's amazing," Dr. Amar wrote on his clipboard. "You don't have any injuries. No signs that you have had sex. It's like nothing happened to you. Normally, after anal intercourse, the anus experiences scarring or seems loose. You don't have any of those symptoms. I'm happy to report that, but I'm also...stunned by this." "So I'm okay?" I asked. "Physically yes. A bit underweight, but other than that," he explained. I started to put the t-shirt and sweatpants back on. "Sebastian, I'm glad to see that you're okay," Dr. Amar said sincerely. "Thank you." Dr. Amar guided me out into the hallway. As we wound through the different corridors, eventually we pushed through a couple of double doors. As we rounded a corner, I saw my family. The three of them jumped to their feet. My mother's face drooped with emotion, tears in her eyes. She held out her hands toward me. Lisa just had her hands to her mouth, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. My dad, face twisted in overwhelming joy, tears falling from his face, bounded over to me, and scooped me up in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his powerful back. Dad squeezed me tightly, his fists balled against my back. Dad rocked me back and forth as small sobs escaped his lips. My mother appeared at his side, her hand on my shoulder, tears streaming down her face. Lisa approached us as well. Tears welled in my eyes as I rested in the solace that was my father's arms. I could have stayed like this forever. Finally, my dad started to let me down to the floor. "We're so happy you're safe. Thank you Dr. Amar for your help," my mother said. "He's healthy. Nothing to report," he said satisfied. I was eager to get home, but it turns out, turning over a missing child was complicated, who would have thought. My parents had to sign lots of paperwork. I was restless, eager to get home, to my own bed. Looking at the clock it was going on five. My mother would take periodic trips to the hallway to answer her phone, and they would come back looking flustered. She was wearing what looked to be a new pantsuit. Her dark hair looked perfect as well. She definitely stood out against me and my dad who were dressed casually, all things considered. Finally, the police department employee we were working with said "Y'all are free to go." I jumped to my feet, ready to be finished. As a family we made our way to the exit, and pushed open the double doors, I was astounded to be met with what looked like a thousand people outside, all cheering as we stepped into the evening. Banners that said, "WELCOME HOME SEBASTIAN!" and "BRING HIM HOME" flew from the hands of the crowd. I knew none of these people, yet they all knew me. My dad held my hand protectively. Cameras were dotted throughout the crowd, and a rush of reporters came pushing their way toward us. "Sebastian! Sebastian!" I heard my name. "Back away, everyone. Back away." Chief Lewis came pushing his way toward us. "Give them some space for Chrissakes!" he huffed. "Sebastian are you okay?" I heard. I nodded in return. "Back away! Back away!" Chief Lewis said. On top of the steps that lead into the BPD office was a podium with an official seal plastered on the front. A small wand microphone poked out of the top, and Chief Lewis approached it. "Everyone settle down!" he said, his voice picking up volume. The cheers settled, and the reporters and cameras were kept at bay. "Today, we're happy to report that Sebastian Smalls has been reunited with his family and has suffered no injuries during his kidnapping." The crowd erupted with cheers. Silence swept over them as the chief continued his statement. "This really isn't supposed to be for the entire public to hear, but it must be said. Sebastian's captor was Dave Hammond, 35 years old, and a father to two young girls. He is currently in custody in Red Oak Police Department." The statement continued, outlining details of my safety and how I was found due to quick thinking and diligent police work. The police were definitely patting themselves on the back. I wanted to say that they were clueless until I had to escape, but I let them have their moment. "And now, we have a statement from one of the Smalls family members. The woman behind this investigation: Lorianne Smalls," Chief Lewis introduced my mother as though she was a celebrity. My mother walked up to the podium, waving to the audience, with a tearful smile on her face. I looked at Dad, confused. He just continued looking stone-faced. "Thank you everyone for being here. As a Birchwoodsman, I think I speak for everyone when I say this community looks out for everyone, and without everyone's help..." she paused to stifle back some tears. "...my son would still be missing, or worse. I don't even want to think about it." The crowd was dead quiet. "As a mother, the worst fear that I, and all mother's alike share, is losing a child. I look around at all the families here this evening, and ask you look into your child's eyes tonight, and to hold them close." What was my mother getting at? What is this all about? "I work for a small non-profit that is built around protecting our children from the dangers of the sick-minded people of this world. Tonight, one of them is behind bars, and will never hurt our children again." The crowd erupted in cheers once more. "But, what about...?" the crowd hushed at the sound of my mother's booming voice. "What about the next time? What about tomorrow? How do we ensure that this never happens again?" The audience was dead quiet again. "I've spoken with Chief Lewis, and he has admitted that there are not enough strict safety guidelines in our town. Our neighborhood watches are not supported enough to be watching. Our school buildings allow anyone to walk inside at any time. Our children, even though we do our best to protect them, are exposed to danger every day." She spoke more and more passionately. "After speaking with Chief Lewis, we have come up with a plan that will protect the children of Birchwood. So that none of our families have to undergo what my family has. So that we get to hold our children every night and tell them that we love them." The crowd cheered with agreement. "Which is why, right here right now, I'm announcing my candidacy for Mayor of Birchwood, running against Mayor Jones, the incompetent--" as my mother continued talking the crowd grew louder and louder with praise. My mouth dropped. My mother was running for office. ******************************************************* Chapter 20 to follow. Please email hjk7359@hotmail.com for feedback, questions, or constructive criticism. Thank you for reading.