Keegan x König

Chapter 7

Keegan pov:

I'm following Konig, his big frame pretty much taking up half the hallway, not to mention he has to slightly slump his shoulders when he's walking.

He leads me into a much nicer jail cell, that has a bed, a desk, and a nightstand in it.

Konig shuts the door behind him and locks it, turning towards me.

"Yes?" I say innocently, waiting to see what he does.

He takes a length of rope from out of the nightstand, moving towards me with it.

"Sit." He says, motioning to the bed.

When I don't comply, he forces me down into a laying position, tying the rope tightly around my wrists.

He ties the rope to the top part of the bed, then goes to work on my ankles, tying each leg to a post.

It's almost like he's done this before...

He fastens the rope around my wrists so they're stuck above my head.

"Now, you'll give me information about your comrades whereabouts, or I can... force it out of you." Konig says, staring me down.

"Hmm, I prefer things.. rough." I say, smirking a little bit.

"Very well then, have it your way." Konig says, his eyes lit with a new kind of look.

He walked to the very edge of the bed, looking me up and down for a moment, before very, very, slowly hooking his thumbs on the belt loops of my cargos.

My eyes widen a bit, confused, but also.. excited?

I never thought of myself liking men, but after that one night in a bar, where I kissed a guy...

Let's just say that I think I liked it, and I'd do it again.

The feeling of Konig pulling down my cargos snapped me back to reality, as I inhaled sharply from the cold shock of air.

I look down to see my legs and my boxers exposed, my dick slightly hard from the anticipation.

Fuck, stop it, he's an enemy. You can't fall for him.

My body says otherwise.

Konig pov:

I pull down his cargos, revealing his boxers, his dick slightly hard already.

The sight makes me want to go crazy and just fuck him until he can't speak or walk properly.

But I hold back. I have to make him tell me some information, then I can do things to him.

I palm his dick over the fabric, feeling his largeness and watching his eyes roll back and his hands clench the blanket tightly.

He seems to be enjoying it.

I gently rub my hand over his constrained cock, gauging his reaction. I can't see anything because of his face mask.

I leave his boxers, reaching up to his mask. I grab hold of it and pull it off of his face.

The beauty from his eyes didn't end there. Behind the mask he was so much more attractive.

His skin is slightly stained pink from the touch he received earlier. His features were in line with everything else, and his defined jawline made it hard to not leave marks down it.