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Bill brushed back Kieran’s stringy hair that was wet with sweat, loving every part of his body right then. Hand gripping his cock tight, but not tight enough for him to be in excruciating pain. Their lips connected together perfectly like a piece of a puzzle. Everything in that moment felt right. Right as if all of their troubles concerning their relationship were no more. Bill’s body, in that moment, belonged to Kieran and Kieran’s belonged to him.
Music and talking could still be heard from the party, but they were a good distance from it. Nobody would know they were in the depths of the woods unless they were actually looking, which he didn’t think they cared enough to do.
“I love you so much,” Kieran whimpered, pulling away from the heavy kiss to catch his breath.
“I love you, too.” Bill couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled Kieran back into the kiss before he had fully caught his breath again.
Kieran didn’t mind. This moment entangled into each other’s arms were more important to him. Bill released Kieran’s cock from his hand, replacing his hand with his mouth. He was usually the one receiving, but, considering all the good Kieran had been doing lately, he was the one deserving the pleasure that night. He swirled his tongue around, enjoying the taste of it. Kieran moaned, mouth hanging open and eyes closed.
Bill continued, occasionally stopping to lick or kiss the tip, until his mouth filled with his cum. He didn’t hesitate to swallow, licking up the rest as it continued to leak out.
“I want you to fuck me.” Kieran commanded in a begging tone.
Bill rushed to unbuckle and pull down his pants, air hitting his own cock. Kieran, without being told to do so, flipped over onto his stomach and lifted onto his hands and knees. He eased his cock into his hole, feeling the surrounding skin tighten around it. Then, he began thrusting. He started off at a slow and steady pace because he knew that Kieran didn’t like him starting off so rough.
They were lost in ecstasy. The forest had disappeared, making them forget where they were. Nothing or nobody could ruin this for them. Arthur, Dutch, or even Micah could catch them and they wouldn’t care. This was special to them.
“Wait, wait, wait.” Kieran whispered, looking back at Bill.
Out of respect, Bill stopped even though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to waste any more seconds away from his body. “What? What’s wrong?”
Kieran shushed him. They stopped and listed for a few seconds. During those quiet seconds, leaves rustled from behind him. Bill looked back. There was nothing that he could see.
“That was probably just an animal. We ARE in the middle of the woods.” Bill reassured, wiping the sweat off his forehead.
Kieran was hesitant to keep going, but he eventually agreed with Bill and gave him the green light. And so he did.
Bill was nearing his climax when he felt two hands grab him from behind. The hands pulled him back, ignoring that he was half naked. He tried to fight whoever it was that was holding him away, but they weren’t letting him go. There was another guy holding down Kieran, also ignoring that he was half naked.
The fighting lasted until the guy whacked Bill in the head with the butt of a gun, knocking Bill out. Kieran’s scared voice crying for help was the last thing he heard before unconsciousness overtook him.
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Bill woke up to a hard hit in his stomach before his mind was able to register what was happening, panic and anger instilled in his body. He looked around to see that his arms and legs were chained to the wall. His eyes widened at the sight straight ahead, causing him to wonder how could he miss it. Kieran was tied to a wooden table that was set a few feet across from him, lying on his stomach and his legs spread apart. Bill tried to wiggle himself down, but to no avail.
“Help me. Please.” Kieran’s soft, weak cry petitioned, a tear dripping from his eye onto the table.
“I’ll help you. I won’t let whoever did this do anything to you.” Bill promised, not being fully sure he was capable of fulfilling it.
“Let’s see you make that happen.” A familiar someone stated, coming out of the darkness of the shack or whatever they were in.
Colm O’Driscoll stepped out of the dark corner, hands on his hips. A menacing smile was etched onto his face. Bill never felt this much hatred for someone in his life. Out off all the things the infamous Colm O’Driscoll had done to the Van der Linde gang, this was crossing the line for him. He wanted to break his neck in half for doing this to them, for doing this to Kieran.
Colm walked slowly over to Kieran. He brushed a hand through the tied up man’s hair. The fragile man flinched at the cold touch, making a soft whimper. Bill tried to force his hands down, feeling his skin burn from the metal of the chains.
“LEAVE HIM ALONE!” Bill screamed, knowing it wouldn’t do much.
“Oh I won’t hurt your precious little manwhore.” He snickered, caressing Kieran’s cheek. “Never thought he would be the one getting fucked. Then again, it’s not so surprising. Kinda excited me a bit.”
Colm buried his right hand in his pants. The other hand gently smoothed down Kieran’s body, beginning at his hair and continued down. As he was doing so, he moved his buried hand up and down slowly. His eyes closed. Low moans and groans escaped his mouth. What he was doing was clear as day. As he reached his climax, he fully exposed his hard penis. He tugged on Kieran’s hair harder, moans getting louder. Bill cringed seeing a white substance leaking onto his hand and dripping onto the wooden floor. Then, there was a sigh of relief.
“That was exciting.” Colm kissed the back of Kieran’s neck. “The real thing would be way more exciting.” He gave another peck on his asscheek.
“YOU BETTER NOT!” Bill yelled after what felt like hours of silence.
Colm looked at him, then smiled. “Watch me.”
He removed his pants completely, leaving them around his ankles. Bill watched in horror as he pushed himself inside of Kieran, keeping at a steady pace. The room was eerily quiet. All that could be heard was soft whimpers and cries. Bill felt helpless. He was a member of one of the most feared gangs yet he couldn’t break out of chains to save someone from a cruel act. Someone who he cared deeply about. And watched his body being taken advantage advantage of by a rival gang’s leader.
Within seconds, the soft whimpers became loud cries of “no”. Bill tried to wriggle out of the chains with no luck. He couldn’t even look away. Every time he tried a guard would strike him in the stomach. It was endless torture to the both of them. Seeing Bill’s discomfort, Colm quickened his pace. Kieran screamed louder. His hands scrunched up into a ball so tight that his knuckles began to turn white.
Another moan of relief sounded when Colm reached his second climax of the night. Sweat dripped off his tan body. He pulled his pants back up after he cleaned himself and gave Bill an evil smirk as he left the small shack, leaving them alone with the guards. They were officially stuck.