Gone Too Far (SamandColby)

Chapter 6: Wanting

Colby swallowed back the moan trapped in his chest. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."

He clenched his thighs together, feeling his ass clench around the toy buzzing inside. His dick pulsed, hard and swollen wrapped in the vibrating rings.

"Fuck!" The toy tapped on that spot inside of him, his prostate he thought, an involuntary moan falling from his lips. The next breath was ragged, Colby trying desperately to control the muscles that impulsively wanted to try to push the toy from his body.

While that spot had just been weird at the first few occurrences of stimulation, with the constant vibrating on his dick, and the buzzing in the sensitive skin of his ass...

God, but it had started to feel good. And he hated it, so fucking much, that his body was betraying him like this. He almost felt like he was enjoying this horrible, violating thing that had been done to him.

God... what was wrong with him?

He shifted on his feet again, feeling the toy shift, gasping out a quick breath. His dick throbbed, and Colby briefly felt the low grade pleasure he'd been tortured with spike.

He wanted to cum...

Colby immediately shut that thought down. He didn't. He didn't want this, he didn't. Because that would be giving something up to the demon who had kidnapped him and tortured him, letting it win somehow...

The demon. Not Sam. It wasn't Sam who had tricked him and kidnapped him and tortured him in all these ways.

Not Sam.

Of course it hadn't been Sam. Of course. Colby had known that the whole time, in his heart, but some of the things the demon had said...

Colby curled his toes. His feet fucking hurt. He wanted to sit down, lay down. He wanted his hands back.

He wanted Sam back.

Clearly something had gotten inside of him at the Zak Bagans museum. When he'd passed out after sitting in that chair. Something had gotten inside of him, taken control of his body and...

Gotten in his head. Those things it had said before its masquerade had been broken... only Sam could have known those things. And if Colby believed it was the demon, and not Sam, who had said all those things, and he did, it meant something terrifying.

The demon could get inside Sam's head. It had access to his memories, and knowledge.

And that was terrifying.

But Sam... Sam was in there. Colby had seen him push his way past the demon possessing him. How much was he seeing? How aware was he?

Had he seen everything the demon had done to him?

Colby shuddered, feeling the toy shift inside him, his dick pulse again.

He wanted Sam back, he wanted out of these cuffs, out of this room, out of this whole situation...

The door opened, and Colby flinched, biting back the whine at the way the toy pressed again him again.

He wouldn't let the demon think he was enjoying this.

"Hey Colby." It was bizarre, but Colby could tell from the moment he spoke that it wasn't Sam in control. There was something darker.

And then he saw Sam's eyes doing that disorienting jumping jerking thing, and knew for certain it was the demon he was talking to.

"Let us go," Colby said, staring defiantly at the demon. He tried to ignore his current state, naked, covered in blood and so fucking hard.

The demon closed and locked the door. It didn't respond to him, and Colby tried again, calling out to Sam. "Sam, if you're in there, I need you to fight it, please, I need your help!"