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Dave does not wake up easily.
He’s groggy, slow, confused. When he gets both eyes open and focused, he just stares at the ceiling of the car before his brain catches up.
And his body has a moment of bafflement- the most recent memory was him naked, post-orgasm, achy and hot in a hotel shower. That does not correlate with being swaddled in softness in the back of a gently rocking car.
For a brief moment, Dave thinks he might have been kidnapped again. But he just turns his head, sees a familiar person in the driver’s seat, and relaxes.
“Hey,” he says, or at least tries to say, because what comes out instead is a weak and sluggish rasp.
Bro glances back as Dave makes a sound- and wordlessly, he plucks a water bottle from the cup holder in the middle and holds it out to Dave for him to take.
Dave reaches out for it, missing on the first attempt, but Bro simply holds it out a little further and he takes it, the cheap plastic cool under his hands.
He doesn’t speak again until he’s drained at least half the bottle, the cool water soothing and nourishing him.
“Uhm,” he begins, uncertainly. “What… what happened? I don’t remember anything. We were in the shower and…”
“… you passed out.” Bro says, after a beat. He watches the road for a moment as he drives, before admitting, “I pushed you too far. Sorry, kid. It was my fault.”
The unexpected apology bounces around inside Dave’s stomach with a small cloud of butterflies. It bubbles up inside him, swirls together with a bizarre, blooming sensation in his chest-
Dave giggles . He doesn’t giggle, the fuck?
“Y’know, just the other night I was thinking about how your dick’s so good it puts me to sleep. Guess it doesn’t matter which end it goes,” he laughs, runs a hand through his hair, which feels clean now.
“It’s okay, man. I like it when you’re rough.”
Dave fucking giggles , alright. Either he’s delirious from oxygen starvation or he’s just lost it. Bro can’t stop the low, amused noise at his joke, though.
I like it when you’re rough.
“Do you?” Bro asks. “Good.”
He’s still going to go easier on Dave. He really shouldn’t be actually choking the poor kid out, though.
“We’ll pick up lunch in a few hours.” Bro says, checking the clock. Technically, it’ll be dinnertime, but- whatever. It’s their lunch. “You’ll want to nap, the rest will do you good.”
“Mmm, I will,” Dave says with the casual air of someone not really intending to follow through.
He sits up, shedding the blanket from his shoulders, and gets behind Bro, sliding his hands over the seat and around Bro’s neck. With no seatbelt on, he brings the rest of his body forward, leaning his head around and planting a kiss right behind Bro’s ear.
“Have to say I didn’t expect you to apologize, though,” he says, sweet and soft with a small breath of laughter. “That’s really sweet, man. Especially coming from the guy who used me as a human shield and made me strip in a public park.” His tone is light, joking, no hint of resentment.
He muses on his words. Pushed you too far. That’s so nice. Dave gives him another sweet kiss.
Dave, the cheeky brat he is, decides to perform a bit of driver distraction. Bro hums lowly as Dave’s arms wraps around him, as Dave kisses his head, laughs softly and teases him.
Bro raises one hand up and reaches back, lightly threading his fingers through the hair on the back of Dave’s head, tugging gently.
"You think criminals can’t be nice? " Bro asks mildly. “Sounds like you have a one-dimensional worldview, Dave.”
Dave smooths out the fabric of Bro’s shirt slowly, absentmindedly, thinks about sliding his hand under his collar and feeling his chest. So solid.
“Guess I’m lucky to learn otherwise,” he murmurs into Bro’s ear, “not like I had a lot of opportunities to expand my horizons before.”
Fuck it. Y’know what, he’s just gonna do it. He leans in more, squishing his cheek against the headrest, and slides his hand down under the front of Bro’s collar over his broad chest.
“All this really ain’t so bad.”
Bro tilts his head a little, considering, as he lets Dave just casually feel him up.
So Dave doesn’t think it’s that bad? Bro can see why. He gets to get fucked by a hot man (look, Bro’s not vain, but he’s not dumb , either) on a trip away from his shit parents. It’s practically the fantasy of any young gay boy.
So Bro just hums a little, letting the end trail up in a wordless question for Dave to interpret how he wants.
Dave, emboldened by not being stopped, gets his other hand around down his chest, biting his lip and smirking to himself.
It’s broad and strong and solid and- fuck, there is just something erotic about groping a guy’s chest from behind. He’s seen people do that before in like, Abercrombie ads and shit and didn’t see the appeal until now. Holy shit, these things huge. He wiggles his hips a little- he’s not yet ready to get it up again after literally passing out after cumming but- Who the fuck wouldn’t be turned on by this man letting you grope his tits while he’s driving?
"I mean - you’re the first criminal I like, met, and also had sex with, so I can’t say for sure, but- "
Dave splays his fingers out, pretty much stretching Bro’s collar, and just. Feels him.
“-I think this is really fucking nice. Probably the best thing I ever experienced. Would do again, ten out of ten. Five stars.”
Bro pauses at that.
…shit. He is getting struck with the sudden realization of just what the fuck this situation is turning into. It’s a bit like watching a train speeding right towards you and being too paralyzed to move. He is going to take this realization and very firmly shove it in a box to look at later.
“If you’re not going to sleep, then get your ass up into the passenger seat.” Bro says.
“Yes, daddy,” Dave says, pleased, extracting his hands from his warm chest and clambering into the front seat.
After properly buckling himself in, he returns to admiring Bro unashamedly, with leaning the side of his head on the shoulder of his seat and staring at Bro with such a sugary look it would make a lollipop sick.
“I mean it, y’know.”
Bro gives Dave a sidelong glance, taking in his expression. The adoration on his face is making his stomach sit weirdly- but there’s a purring in his chest rapidly drowning it out.
“Oh?” He says, noncommittally.
“Yeah. Holy shit, man. Don’t think I’ve ever felt this good, ever.”
The familiar feeling of wanting closeness is bubbling up in his tummy again and this time Dave doesn’t do anything to suppress it, leaning his elbows on the center compartment and leaning his head on Bro’s shoulder.
“You make me feel so good. I don’t care if that’s cheesy or cringe as fuck to say, I… I dunno. I feel… free.”
Dave lets that hang in the air for a second, then realizes what he just said.
“Uh, ironic considering the fact that I’m a hostage, but I appreciate good irony, so whatever.”
Dave leans into his space, rests his head on Bro’s shoulder.
Bro should push him away. He should shove Dave back into his seat, remind him what this is. Remind him that he’s a hostage . Remind him that this isn’t a fun trip , this is a kidnapping, that Dave is his human shield. He should grab his gun, press it under Dave’s chin and remind him of the situation until Dave is shrinking back, shaking, pale, crying, his red eyes filled with fear and-
Bro feels sick at the idea.
He doesn’t do any of that.
Instead, he hums a little. “You trying to make me crash?” He asks mildly, but he shifts so that his arm drapes around Dave’s shoulder, just resting and lightly holding him. “Maybe it’s ironic, though I can’t blame you.”
He squeezes Dave’s shoulder lightly.
“You’re away from everything that was stressing you, after all.” Bro muses.
Dave giggles, again- god, the simple affectionate gesture sends his heart skipping - and snuggles even more onto his shoulder. If he could, he would be purring. Loudly. Instead he hums, pleased, closing his eyes and drinking in Bro’s scent, the sensation of his strong arm holding him and keeping him close.
“You can say that again,” he says. “You’re a like a god damned honest-to-God Prince Charming, rescuing me from the dragon’s tower and shit. Didn’t know how much I was so fucking weary being back home 'til I was finally away from it.”
Bro makes a low, dismissive noise. “I’m no Prince Charming.” He says. His hand comes up to sink into Dave’s hair and tug him off, back over into his seat. “You shouldn’t get me confused with a good person, Dave.”
After all, I kill people, he doesn’t add.
Dave whines when Bro tugs him off. He wasn’t done being held.
The man is driving, though. He’ll let it go just this once. Settling into the seat with a sigh, he leans back his seat just enough to comfortably lean back, not all the way down, and folds his hands over his stomach.
“Not from my perspective,” he shrugs. “I don’t know what good person to confuse you with. You’re the nicest I’ve actually met, so my standards just got raised. You’ve made a milestone, dude.”
…Okay, that’s a bold claim, he’s sure that there’s some decent people at his school… and some of his friends are okay, but… it’s hard to see the goodness of others in a social system designed to oust and ostracize people like him. People fundamentally different. Wrong. He’s spent his whole teen life feeling like the odd bug out under the magnifying glass. He had no idea that escape from that was even possible.
Bro has given him that escape. Every authority figure who was meant to nurture him - teachers and parents - only accepted him if he grew the right way. But Bro likes him, fucked him, embraced his nature instead of pushing him away or guilting him into changing it. He’s the first adult to not look at him like he’s a lost cause, a troublemaker, a project, a…
His thoughts are turning stormy, so he waves it away mentally and stares out the window.
That’s unfortunate , Bro doesn’t say. He really shouldn’t be anyone’s ‘standard for good’. Instead of responding, though, he just hums, low in his throat.
A glance at Dave shows him staring out the window, a set to his jaw that speaks of turmoil.
Maybe Bro should do something about that.
“Sounds like you’re surrounded by pretty shit people, then.”
Dave snorts derisively, crossing his arms a little more. “Yeah. I mean I’m sure that there are some decent listeners out there and shit, but they can’t be all that great if no one-”
if no one ever felt safe enough to open up to.
But Dave is done thinking sad thoughts, so he shakes his head.
“Whatever. That doesn’t really matter now. I’ve got someone I feel safe bein’ myself around. Hell of a lot better than being all alone.”
I feel safe being myself around.
Bro stares at the road.
Fuck it.
“Dave, I kill people.” He says dryly. “Feeling safe around me is the last thing you should feel.”
Ignoring the part where he doesn’t kill kids, ignoring the part where he doesn’t want to hurt Dave, ignoring the part where Bro has been contemplating the murder of this kid’s father for about the last sixty miles,
Dave shouldn’t feel safe around him. He just shouldn’t.
Dave stares out of the window for two breathless beats.
“You didn’t kill me,” he says finally. “And I’m sure whoever you killed had it coming.”
Before Bro can say anything more, Dave shifts in his seat, folding his arms behind his head, as if trying to show how unconcerned he is.
“My parents didn’t kill anyone and I never felt safe with them anyways.”
A bitter twist pulls at the corner of Bro’s mouth.
“I kill people for a living, Dave.” He says, choosing to bypass Dave’s comment about his parents for now.
He casts a sideways glance at the teenager and adds, “I’m a hitman.”
Dave looks at him, rosy tint glinting on his sunglasses.
There’s a growing knot in his chest, a snarl that threatens to become a tangle, but he ignores it entirely.
“That’s pretty sexy, dude. Is that why you wouldn’t tell me your workout routine?”
Really? That’s it? That’s all Dave’s response is, just ‘that’s pretty sexy’.
Wow. Alright.
“You have a severe lack of self-preservation, don’t you?” Bro asks dryly.
“You fucked it out of me.”
Dave can’t help but smirk.
Bro makes a low noise of amusement in return.
“Right.” He murmurs. “Then I suppose I have no one else to blame for your lack of concern.”
Dave shrugs. “Oh well. Can’t help that you’re exactly my type, dude.”
He wants to say you’re the man of my dreams , but refrains. That’s for later.
“Yes, I suppose that does not help either.” Bro muses.
They drive for a handful of hours before stopping for lunch, Bro finding another empty park to sit and eat at. As he dumps his trash, Bro looks at Dave.
“Get undressed.” He says before striding off to the car to retrieve a few things.
The car ride to lunch is uneventful. Despite his teasing, Dave eventually does nap, and wakes up to another fast food lunch at a park. The setup is familiar, and as he eats his chicken fingers, he can already feel the excitement bubbling up in his belly.
There’s no one around, it’s sunny and warm, and Dave bites his lip as he watches that sexy man get whatever from the car, stripping off his clothes and folding them neatly next to him. By the time Bro gets back, Dave is standing next to the table, nude, his hands behind his back and shifting a little in anticipation.
Bro is pleased to see Dave waiting so eagerly, so obediently as he comes back, a length of red rope held in hand.
“Good boy.” He purrs, his empty hand coming up and taking Dave’s chin in hand, tilting his head up so that Bro can kiss him, a little nip to Dave’s mount punctuating the otherwise-sweet moment. “I think it’s time to make you nice and pretty, don’t you agree?”
With a smirk, Bro has Dave put his panties back on- and then starts looping and wrapping rope around Dave’s body, tying the teen into a pretty torso harness.
“Perfect.” Bro murmurs, as he circles Dave to examine his work. He reaches out, hooks his hands into the ropes over Dave’s waist, and tugs his forwards easily, pressing their fronts together, leaning in with a little predatory smirk.
“You look good enough to eat, Dave, all tied up like this.” Bro purrs.
“Yeah?” Dave purrs right back, getting his arms around Bro in a low hug, topping it off with gently pushing his thigh between Bro’s legs.
Fuck, the man’s got him on a leash and harness - the unspoken level of control and possessiveness could not be more clear. Dave loves it. Yes, he’s all Bro’s, he’s this man’s personal whore .
“You really think I’m pretty?”
Bro chuckles softly at Dave’s little touches, his flirty words.
“Anyone with eyes would think you’re pretty, kid.” Bro murmurs back. He tugs Dave in and presses his thigh forwards to force Dave to grind his panty-glad bulge against him. “Lucky for me that I’m the one who grabbed you.”
He smirks and then steps back. “Get your things and get in the backseat.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, but can’t resist opening the car door with a little flair, looking back at Bro with a sultry expression, and positioning himself in the backseat so he’s on his elbows, back arched, panty-clad ass on full presentation.
“What’re you gonna do to me, daddy?”
Bro makes a low, amused noise, looking at Dave’s ass be presented so temptingly. “I should spank you for acting so tempting.” He purrs, as he slides into the backseat after Dave. “But I’ve got other plans for you. On your back, Dave.”
Bro reaches into the footwell of the back seat, sorting through the bags in there for the toys he’s after.
Dave turns over dutifully, letting his legs fall open and loose for Bro’s benefit. He’s so very curious what Bro’s going to do- the red rope is hot as hell, he can’t wait to see what’s next.
Bro pulls out a set of leather cuffs, leaning over Dave and wrapping one around his neck, fitting the collar into place easily. Then comes two wrist cuffs as well- and it’s with an easy little clicking of metal together that Bro attaches a cuff to each side of the collar, forcing Dave’s hands to be up next to his neck. “I can’t have you touching .” Bro purrs as he reaches for the next toy- a slender, long plug with a flared base that he slicks up and presses into Dave, tugging the panties aside as he does so, then settling them back into place. Following that, a little black strap that wraps around the tip of Dave’s cock, fitting a curved bit against the underside, and then lastly a couple of bullet vibrators taped into place over his pretty nipples.
Bro retrieves a handful of remotes from the bag and dumps them into the front seat, then smooths Dave’s hair back from his face with a little smile.
“Daddy’s going to have some fun.” He purrs. “I need something to entertain myself with, don’t I?”
Dave stays obediently still and unprotesting as Bro applies all these kinky things to him, but it’s fucking impossible not to get horny while he’s setting up. And maybe a little scared. This is real restraint, here. If he pulls too hard with his hands, there’s an uncomfortable pressure around his neck that he’s unfamiliar with.
But he lets out a little weak sound when the plug pops inside- fuck, it’s deeper than the one earlier- and then nuzzles his face into Bro’s hand. This is Bro- he’s strong and sexy and powerful and it doesn’t matter what he puts on Dave. He’s his toy.
“Yes, daddy,” Dave all but moans, his anticipation stoking itself to near fever pitch, trying to drown the cold unease. “Have fun with me all you want, please.~”
Bro chuckles at Dave’s moan, catching his chin and giving him a searing kiss, deep and hungry.
“Try not to work yourself up too much.” Bro murmurs against Dave’s mouth, then pulls away. He slips into the driver’s seat, finds one of the remotes, and turns it on. The plug inside of Dave rumbles to life, low and steady. Bro tests each of the other ones, then puts them in a specific order in the middle compartment, leaving just the plug on, before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.
Dave thinks he’s never gonna get enough of this man’s kisses. He doesn’t know how the fuck he does that with his mouth, but he just gets so lost when Bro kisses him that deep. His whole body reacts, coming up to try and meet him, but he’s already pulling away and Dave is whining in disappointment.
He watches that sexy man climb into the front seat with half-lidded, loving eyes, and is about to open his mouth to say something cheeky but then his insides start shaking - no, vibrating - and it dissolves into a blended cry of arousal and shock. He’s never had something vibrating up in him, period, let alone so fucking deep and he feels like his organs are being slowly and gently blended.
His stomach isn’t sure it likes it. His prostate is trying to get a grip long enough to realize it fucking loves it.
All of him writhes.
"-ah- aa-a–ah-- "
Bro tosses a glance over his shoulder at Dave, watching the teen shiver and squirm, laid out in his backseat. Fuck, he’s pretty all wrapped up in red ropes and restrained- he looks like he was made to for this, being trussed up so pretty and inviting.
Bro forces himself to focus on the road. Every couple of minutes he adjusts one of the remote, leaving them on different speeds with no real aim, just listening to Dave’s noises as Bro plays with him.
Eventually, he shuts them all off to let Dave breathe.
“Doing alright?” He asks, amused.
Dave can’t think.
Well, he can, just not that well with a vibrator up his ass in a moving car and he can’t even have the luxury of touching himself. There’s no chance for relief as Bro changes the intensity at random moments- how the fuck is he timing this to the exact moment Dave is almost reaching orgasm before he lowers it again?
He writhes. His long legs twitch, jam themselves against the door, the front seats, anything in reach, while his pretty torso gleams with sweat.
He sounds absolutely pathetic. Moaning, whining, gasping when he tilts his hips and the plug digs too far into his prostate, and he’s almost cumming, but Bro turns down the vibration and he’s yanked back from the edge again.
Fuck, this is torture. What the fuck. He’s never been so appreciative of the fact that he’s had two hands to jerk himself off now that they’re bound to his neck.
The vibrators on his nipples- god, his fucking nipples!- are quickly teaching him how those can get sensitive too, tender and tingly and sending waves of new pleasure across his chest and right down to his weeping cock.
By the time Bro shuts them off, Dave is trying to calm down from being yanked back and forth over the edge of pleasure, like Sisyphus and the boulder, except if the boulder was his dick and also stuffed with vibrators.
“Please let me cum,” he begs in a very small voice.
Bro hums to himself, like it’s something he needs to consider. Like he hasn’t been listening to Dave’s noises and hearing how desperate, how worked up the boy has been getting, hasn’t reveled in the moans and gasps and whimpers .
“Do you deserve it?” Bro muses. “I’m not sure. It’s not been long at all.”
Oh god. How long has it been. That felt like fucking forever.
“What do I have to do to deserve it,” Dave asks quickly, desperately, turning over on his side, on his belly, “Please, fuck, tell me what I gotta do, daddy, please-”
Desperate, sweating, wanting so hard for Bro to start up the vibrators again so he can finally fucking cum, he sticks his leg between the front seats and angles himself so his calf is again in Bro’s lap.
“Daddy,” he moans, tracing his foot up Bro’s side where he can see it, “Tell me, please, what do I have to do?”
Bro hums contemplatively, dropping one hand to lightly grab Dave’s foot and give it a little squeeze. “I’ll let you cum, baby.” He decides. " But, if you can last just ten minutes… then you can cum with daddy’s hand again. Does that sound good, Dave? If you can control yourself then daddy will jerk you off."
“Or you can just cum with the vibrators.” He says with a little chuckle. "Though that might not be as satisfying- because if you cum that way, they’ll stay on."
“Ten minutes?” Dave’s voice is high pitched, breathless, his uncertainty obvious.
Dave already knows he’s a two-pump chump. If he cums on the vibrators, Bro will leave them on, and he knows he’s going to be reduced to a sobbing little bitch again, aching and sore and pathetic. He wants Bro’s hand to do it, he wants daddy’s touch.
I’m such a fucking slut.
He takes a deep breath, fails, heaves three hyperventilated breaths.
“O-okay. Ten minutes. I can do it. T-ten…”
Bro smiles to himself in amusement and flicks the remotes back on. He leaves them low but slowly nudges them up over the course of ten minutes- gradually higher and higher.
And then- for the last minute- he puts them all to high. He wants to hear Dave beg .
The vibrators buzz to life and Dave seizes up, toes curling and his body tensing and he can’t help the noise that escapes him, pathetic and horny, and his hands strain against the cuffs.
It takes a bit for the blood to get flowing again but when it does, Dave is trying so fucking desperately to not cum immediately. He’s face down on the seats with his ass in the air, trying hard to not let his weeping little cock touch anything at least, even though he knows he’s capable of cumming just from his ass alone.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been. Just as he gets used to the frequency, Bro hikes it up to the next level, and he writhes , hips jerking and his lip is chafed from how much he’s biting it, and he can’t, he can’t hold back the noises, raw and grated and desperate-
-he wants so bad to be touched and held by his daddy, he doesn’t want to cum so pathetically like this , but fuck it’s so fucking horny to be so helpless, so debased , like a fucking toy-
“-f-fuck- ah- fuck- uh- please- god-”
Dave had no damn clue torture existed like this. It’s maddening, mortifying, sexy , he wants Bro’s cock in him so bad, in his mouth, anywhere -
“D-daddy- too much- uh- please- I can’t-”
Think about unsexy things. Unsexy things. Gross things. Weird shit. Sad shit. Anything. Please don’t cum early like a little bitch, he’ll punish me, call me a pathetic slut, even though I am a pathetic slut and only good for being Daddy’s toy- that’s the fucking opposite of unsexy!!
Dave’s nails are making deep gouges in the backseat of the car, he’s biting his lip and tastes something salty and coppery on his tongue, his eyes are rolling back as the plug in him threatens to push him over the edge-
-then all at once, all the vibrators go to earthshaking intensity.
Dave wails , loud and sharp against the walls of the car, his body making a sharp upside down V as he tries desperately not to cum everywhere, it’s too much, too much-
“A-A-H-H— f-fuck- daddy- daddy- please- no-”
He bites on his finger, hard, he can’t cum he can’t cum please don’t cum please don’t-
Dave’s whole body gives a shudder -
“please- please no- stop- I can’t- I’m gonna- please-”
His face is the very picture of desperation - tears down his cheeks, lip bloody from his teeth, flushed cheeks, his pretty mouth parted and panting, eyes fluttering and rolling back-
“-please, daddy, I can’t, I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum—”
Dave writhes and moans and mewls in the backseat, whimpering and gasping and moaning like sin come to life. Bro settles in to listen, his own cock hard in his pants, but content to wait, let his own arousal simmer under his skin like a cobra waiting for its moment. His gaze watches the clock carefully- minutes ticking by, Dave’s noises rising in pitch and desperation as Bro watches his boy squirm and buck in the mirror in response to the vibrators playing with his body, Bro’s touch by proxy to drive Dave insane .
Eight.
Nine.
Please, daddy, I can’t-
Bro watches. Bro’s gaze is on the road- but one hand is on the vibrators, silently counting- three, two-
He flips them all off, cutting them completely, a good twenty seconds before the clock turned to the tenth minute. Giving Dave a chance to hold himself back.
The vibration all stops at once.
Dave lets out a tiny, weak sound of relief as his quivering body slumps onto the seat, his cheek pressed into the sweaty leather. Deep breaths, Dave. Deep breaths.
He still won’t let his hips fall, he’s still scared his now painfully aching and dripping cock will just fire off if it touches anything, but now he’s able to cool down.
Fuck, his lips hurt like hell. His tongue darts out to taste them and they’re jagged. He hopes that won’t get in the way of kisses.
His finger joint hurts like hell, too. He can kind of see it out of the corner of his eye, below his cheek, the clear imprint of his own teeth on his finger. Damn. He wonders if he can ask Bro for bandaids or something.
“Did I… did I do good, daddy?”
Dave doesn’t cum. He makes a noise that makes Bro’s dick throb in his pants- but he doesn’t cum and his ragged breathing fills the car.
“Yeah, baby.” Bro purrs. “You did good. You were perfect, just the prettiest toy for daddy’s entertainment.”
He casts a glance at the highway behind them- completely deserted- and makes a decision.
“What do you think, Dave?” Bro asks. “Do you want to have daddy jerk you off as a reward? Or do you want to come up here and bounce on daddy’s cock until you cum?”
Dave’s eyes, half-lidded from exhaustion, fly open. He tries to raise his head, but can’t because wrists are cuffed to his neck, but the excitement in his voice is still palpable.
“You- Can I really? I mean- please, yes, please fuck me, I want your cock so fucking bad-” Dave hastily changes to a simpering whine after accidentally looking too eager, he’s supposed to be supplicant and begging. At least- that’s what he thinks. Bro seems to respond well when Dave begs for his cock.
Bro chuckles softly at Dave’s eager desperation. “Alright, baby.” He purrs- and then he’s pulling over on the side of the highway, slowing to a stop, putting the car in park. He shoves his seat back, unbuckles, twists around, and and finds Dave’s collar, unclipping the cuffs.
“Get up here.” He says, and, when Dave’s scrambled into his lap, takes Dave’s hands and cuffs them together behind his back. “You’re going to cum on daddy’s cock like a little slut, aren’t you?” Bro purrs, plucking at the ropes wrapped around Dave’s body, fingers ghosting just the tiniest bit over Dave’s bulge in his panties. “So ready to bounce on my dick.”
He reaches for the center compartment and finds a packet of lube, tearing it open and drizzling it onto his fingers. It’s simple enough to tug Dave’s panties to the side, slip the plug out, and replace it with his fingers, going immediately to three thick digits pressing their way into Dave’s greedy hole.
Dave’s heart thumps fast against his sternum as he settles into Bro’s lap, the car interior forcing their bodies close together. He feels so good under him, so solid, so strong, Dave has to restrain himself from just- he doesn’t know what, just that the excitement is thrumming hard in his veins.
So that Bro can pull the plug out, Dave has to lean forward with his chin on Bro’s shoulder, his back arched and his ass sticking out, and it leaves his body with an embarrassingly lewd pop. Just as he’s trying to get used to the sudden emptiness, Bro’s warm and rough hand is slicked up and tracing sensually down his ass to his hole.
" Uh– " Dave stiffens before remembering to bear down like Bro taught him to, so he can enter easier, and tries to steady his breathing against the older man’s neck.
Bro laughs lowly, his other hand coming up to roughly cradle the back of Dave’s head, keeping him tucked in against Bro’s neck as Bro works him loose again. He opens up easier than before- so it’s not long at all before Bro is slipping his fingers free and reaching between them to get his own cock out. It’s not like Dave can do it with his hands bound, after all.
He slicks himself up- and then he’s angling the seat back and holding his cock steady.
“Go ahead, Dave.” Bro purrs. “Stuff your slutty hole full of daddy’s cock.”
“Mmmn…”
Dave maneuvers his hips right away, exhaling when he feels Bro’s hot, slick cock press up against the wet and exhausted ring of muscle.
It’s harder than he thinks to get a big fucking cock like Bro’s in his ass without his hands, but Bro works with him, holding his dick steady as Dave bears down and-
the head pops in, eliciting a gasp and a quiver, but Bro doesn’t let him go back up. He puts a firm hand on his hip and Dave sinks down, down, down, and the exertion on his face is obvious. He’s biting on his already-jagged lip at the hot, aching stretch, the pain reminding him that he’s just taken this cock for the first time last night .
Breathe, Dave, breathe. He pants, trembles, tries to descend again, but his legs are tired and achy and he accidentally sits down too hard for the last stretch, and the impact sends stars falling across his vision, he almost cums , and Dave gasps for air against Bro’s chest for a few blinding moments.
“Uh- ff-fuck,” he wheezes, trying to wiggle his hips to get more comfortable, trying to bear down like Bro told him. “God- your cock’s too fucking big–”
Dave sinks down onto his cock and his expression is beautiful , caught somewhere between desperately turned on and helpless. He lowers himself slowly and then all at once- and from the stunned, horny expression on his face it was an accident. A delicious accident.
Bro chuckles softly, one hand on Dave’s hip, the other running through Dave’s hair. “You’re taking it like a fucking champ.” He says, amused. “A fucking virgin yesterday and now you’re sitting on my cock like a proper whore.”
He lets Dave breathe for a moment, lets him try and recover- and then he brings his hand down, slapping Dave’s ass just enough to sting.
“You’re not here to sit on my dick, baby boy.” Bro purrs. “You’re here to ride it.”
" Ah-! Y-yes- yes sir," Dave scrambles to follow orders at the sting of the slap, lifting himself from Bro’s chest and trying for a few addled seconds to figure out how to move his hips properly. He has no idea how to go about this. Does he focus tension in his legs and knees to lift himself up and down? Does he just roll his hips? Does-
A surprised, warbled gasp escapes him as he moves back on Bro’s fat fucking cock, and it jams into his sweet spot, his pretty dick twitching on Bro’s stomach.
“F-- fuck–!”
Dave tries to move, but the intense pressure against his prostate is paralyzing his legs, making him shake against the man’s broad chest, aching with the way the bolts of pleasure is shocking up and down his spine to the tip of his cock.
" Fuuuck– "
His mouth is open in helpless pants, face flushed with effort as he tries to lift himself back up- and he succeeds a little, using his knees to lift himself up slightly, but the pull of the huge shaft inside his freshly-broken-in asshole is so much, so much -
“I-- I got this, I got this-”
After lifting himself up, shaft halfway out his ass, thighs quivering, he sits down, and again his cock rams his prostate and he lets out this tiny wail of a cry that makes him want to bite his own tongue off- Christ, he’s so pathetic. He’s not gonna last a minute if the whole time he’s going to ride Bro like this. Fuck, the man will probably continue ramming him after he’s cum anyway and drive him crazy again.
He’s leaning over Bro, his flushed and horny face hovering over the older man, trying very hard not to let tears fall from the exertion. He wants to perform, wants to do good . Dave hasn’t missed how Bro tried to dissuade him from getting too close, he wants to prove that he’s worth keeping. He has to.
Bro sits back and watches as Dave tries to fuck himself down on Bro’s cock, gasping and struggling. Maybe Bro should take pity on him- he was a virgin yesterday, he’s never ridden dick before in his life.
“Do you?” Bro purrs. “Looks to me like you’re having some trouble.”
He settles both his hands on Dave’s thighs and tugs, guiding Dave in a rocking grind back and forth. “Just like this, baby- if you cum, daddy’s not going to stop, so you better hold on.” He purrs. Bro knows he’s being- Dave’s already right up against the edge from being toyed with and now Bro’s got his cock stuffed up inside him- it’ll be a miracle if Dave doesn’t come within the first damn minute.
“You’re just a pretty fleshlight.” Bro goes on, drinking in Dave’s desperate, horny noises and the way he quivers under Bro’s hands like putty. “Isn’t that right? Just a slutty little fucktoy for your daddy. This is where you belong, sitting on my dick like a whore.”
“Yy-yes,” Dave pants, tries to keep up with the momentum of Bro’s hands on his thighs. It’s clumsy, slow, amateurish, but every thrust produces a little gasp of pleasure, a staccato beat of a budding whore’s rhythm. “Fuck- I’m just your fucktoy- can’t even- can’t even use my fucking hands, I’m just made to sit on your cock-”
Fuck, Dave tries so hard, but there’s no angle Dave can reach in this position where Bro’s cock isn’t stretching that deep, sensitive part inside him- his cock is just that huge. If Dave had the mental faculties that weren’t being fucked out of him right now, he could look down and see the slight bulge in his lower belly of Bro inside him.
Fuck.
Problem: Dave doesn’t want to cum right away.
Problem 2: Dave is going to cum really fucking fast.
Solution? There’s none. He could go slower but Bro is not going to let that happen. He’s a helpless cumdump, daddy’s little toy, a whorish slut-
“Ah- fuck- hhn- god- ah-”
The car fills up with the sounds of Dave’s panting and whining, his attempts to keep up with his Daddy’s dirty talk, but he can’t do it. He can’t. There’s no way he can raise his hips like before to keep his cock from touching anything, it’s rubbing against Bro’s abs with every thrust and he can’t- fuck it, he can’t hold back, it hurts way too fucking much, his cock wants to cum—
He picks up the pace instead of slowing down, his ass meeting Bro’s hips with faster and harder slaps, his gasps get more and more desperate and high pitched and then he can feel the warmth of Bro’s hands sliding up his chest and that’s it–
Dave wails as he cums, finally, finally - and it’s painful as shit but so fucking good, aching soreness and pleasure pooling in his groin and white-hot lava splashing up his spine, all sensation leaving his legs, his head falling back, and Dave loses consciousness for the second time today- but only for a few moments.
He wearily blinks slowly back to awareness, his cheek on Bro’s shoulder, sweating and panting and warm spunk turning cool between the both of them.
God, he’s so exhausted he can’t even speak, at least not coherently.
“Fuck,” is all he’s able to get out.
Dave moans and rocks on his dick like a pretty toy, made just for him. Bro guides Dave through the motions- but there’s a laziness to it, content to watch Dave desperately work to please his daddy. His expression going more and more overwhelmed as he gets closer and closer- but Bro isn’t going to help him, isn’t going to stop him from cumming. He wants to see Dave get pushed over the edge by his own motions, see Dave fall apart while working so hard to please this man he barely knows.
God. What a natural-born slut. Bro smirks to himself as Dave cums with a cry, going tight around Bro as hot streaks pulse out onto Bro’s shirt. Bro doesn’t help him through it, doesn’t do anything but let Dave tremble and slump against him, still seated on his cock.
“Did you like that?” Bro purrs, lightly scratching fingers through Dave’s hair. “It certainly looks like you did. You didn’t do a very good job of getting daddy off, though. That’s a shame.”
He shifts his legs to plant his feet firmly on the car floor, his hands on Dave’s hips coaxing them up a bit.
“It’s okay, though. You don’t have to do anything, fucktoy- just relax and let daddy use you like the whore you are.”
Bro starts snapping his hips up into Dave, bouncing the boy on his dick, fucking hard and ruthless, uncaring of how sensitive he is. He’s a perfect slut, he’ll take it. He will- because Bro will make him. He grips Dave’s hips firmly as he chases his pleasure, letting it build up until it boils over and out, yanking Dave’s hips down to grind him on Bro’s cock as he cums with a low groan, milking his dick with the pretty toy on his lap.
“There.” Bro purrs into Dave’s ear. “Don’t you feel so much better, knowing you’ve taken care of your daddy?”
Dave is about to apologize for not getting him off, his heart sinking, only for his chest to clench as Bro’s hips snap up into him and instead of an apology, a strangled cry falls out.
Each bounce is brutal, hard, achy, and the pressure on his stomach drive all the air out of his lungs for any proper words. He can’t even curse, he just- he just whines like a pathetic little bitch.
“Uh- nh- hn- nn-”
Having no arms to support him either is awful- he’s got no core strength left to help him not be all sweaty and limp on Bro while his hips are being jackhammered in half. Every hit to his oversensitive prostate drives yet another gasp out between his parted lips, sending pleasure up his spine and to his head and Dave is so fucking overwhelmed- he can’t think, he can’t breathe, his eyes are rolling back and his body is screaming -
He’s dimly aware of being cummed inside, hot sloshy heat deep in his gut, and Dave is lost in blissful numbness. He only realizes Bro is waiting for a response when his rough hand goes up his back and tugs on one of the red ropes crisscrossing his body.
“!-ah- mmh… fuck… I feel…”
Actually he can’t really feel anything from the ass down. He’s not sure he’ll be able to walk out of this car later.
“…feel s’good,” he finally gets out, his sweaty cheek pressed into Bro’s shoulder. He opens his eyes wearily, sees Bro’s golden hair. Without realizing what he’s doing, he snuggles forth and plants an exhausted kiss on the side of Bro’s neck. He smells good. So fucking good.
“…daddy makes me feel so good…”
Damn, Dave is fucked out . He’s just sitting on Bro’s dick, face tucked against Bro’s neck, and Bro can feel every breath making Dave’s chest heave. He’s pretty sure he broke the kid, finally getting a response from him when he gives him a little jostle.
The kiss makes his gut flip, though. Just a warm little press of Dave’s mouth against his neck.
“Yeah?” Bro murmurs. “That’s good, baby. That’s how you should be feeling.”
He reaches for the cuffs and undoes them, carefully nudging Dave up so that he can slowly guide his doubtlessly-sore wrists around to tuck against Dave’s front.
“Do you want these off?” Bro asks, gently plucking at the ropes. “Or do you want daddy to leave you tied up like this?”
If Dave’s under, best to give him the choice on how he wants to come out.
Mmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhh Dave doesn’t wanna think he just wants to bury deep in Bro’s big sexy warm body and go to sleep and dream nice things and be comfortable like this forever.
When his arms are loosened, he presses them up against Bro, nuzzling even further into him. He’s going the fuck to sleep. The man’s dick puts him to to bed better than Nyquil.
A very warm and pleasant sensation is softly buzzing through his body, numbness and exhaustion from post-coitus sweeping over him like the sandman.
“Whhhatever daddy wants,” he says sleepily against his skin. He flickers in and out, like a candle. God, this man’s so big he feels like a bed. “'f daddy wants me tied up then I’m tied up.”
Bro chuckles softly in response, lightly smoothing his fingers over Dave’s back. Dave really is so pretty tied up, so that means that he’ll stay that way.
“Alright, baby.” He purrs. “Daddy has to keep driving, though- so that means you have to sit in the passenger seat, okay?”
It’s a bit of effort, but he manages to shift Dave over into the passenger seat, fending off his grabbing hands. No matter how he might wish, he can’t drive with a pretty boy in his lap keeping his dick warm.
He grabs the blanket from the back seat, though, and, after slipping the plug back into Dave to give his body something to close around, he makes sure Dave is buckled in and then tucks the blanket around Dave’s shoulders.
“Go to sleep, baby boy.” He murmurs, smoothing Dave’s hair back. “Daddy’s right here. It’s okay.”
Nooooooooooooo… Dave whines as he’s extracted from Bro’s warmth, but he’s too tired to really try to really fight hard. When Bro so sweetly tucks him in, he acquiesces. He nuzzles Bro’s hand, softly enjoying his tenderness. Hardened killer, pshyeah. He’s so nice. Dave really likes him.
He can barely even feel the plug inside him now.
Fuck, he’s tired.
“Okay, daddy…”
He’s out like a light by the time Bro’s hand leaves his hair.
Bro watches Dave sink into sleep like a rock into the ocean- fast and immediate. He chuckles softly to himself- well, at least he knows now, if the kid starts being annoying, he can just fuck him to sleep.
He cleans himself up, puts the car into drive, and pulls back onto the road, settling in to keep driving.
His mind wanders as he drives- it’s only been a couple of days, but Dave is already nestled so fucking deep in his chest that it’s a bit unnerving. Bro’s not fooling himself anymore by any means- he knows he’s going to have to give Dave up and send him home at the end of this trip- this trip that will rapidly be coming to a close in just a couple more days.
He’s so fucked. He’s so fucked, and he knows it. He fucked this entire thing up, right from the go. He shouldn’t have taken Dave along with him, he shouldn’t have fucked him, he shouldn’t have gotten this goddamn deep because now he knows he’ll be paying for it- and Dave will too.
But Bro isn’t one for torturing himself with what he should have done. He’ll ride this out to the bittersweet end and keep moving forwards.
He casts glances at Dave as he drives, taking in the relaxed planes of his face, the way that, even in sleep, he seems to lean towards Bro, like he’s subconsciously being pulled to him.
…yeah. It’s gonna fucking hurt, isn’t it?
Fuck. Bro really is a jackass of the worst kind. He almost wishes he was a worse person- because a worse person would keep Dave. They would keep him forever.
But Bro can’t do that.
So Bro settles a little more into his seat and drives.