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Evan finally came but was left with a whine coming from below, Jonathon was upset to not feel the warmth of his cum.

"Are you not able to track him?" Luke said worryingly,
"I'm sorry but we are trying our best. It's isn't showing up on the map! We can't locate him, I'm sorry" The Chief replied, "if it makes you feel better, I could send you to the location with Mr Thompson, an officer Jonathon was close to". Luke nodded desperately, worried sick as Jonathon hadn't returned the next day.

It was a quiet journey, the two weren't introduced to each other before but knew that both of them were worried for Jonathon, Craig finally broke the silence,
"W-what do you think he did to Jonathon?",
"I don't know but I hope to God he's alive and well.."

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"M-mmph!" He was thrown into the back seats of the car, lying down,
"Shut the fuck up." Evan replied to his muffles harshly. He then drove to his home, a massive and grand mansion. Where did he get this sort of money from? He mentally thought to himself. He saw the door open, revealing Evan. He picked him up, throwing him on his back and walking towards the door,
"Now, I want you to know this, I live with friends so don't be surprised if they.. fuck you, Ok?", now Jonathon was even more worried than before. His ass was gonna get torn apart just be these friends he has! As Evan continued to walk towards the front door, he was trying to wriggle free from the strong mans grip, but failed as his grip got stronger, "don't even try, even if you do get free, who's gonna help you? We're in the middle of the forest." He was right, Jonathon couldn't get help or get anywhere apart from getting lost. He gave up, by now he didn't give one single shit what would happen to him. If he to be saved, that would be the last of his luck.

Evan reached the door, unlocking it to reveal a massive opening space inside. How many friends did he have? He heard loud screaming to his right, probably leading to the living room? It wasn't bad screaming, there was some laughter after it. They probably were playing.. games? He heard someone call another a 'fuck boy'. Jonathon could've laughed, but it wasn't the right time. As Evan walked past the room, he heard another voice say, 'he's brought another one in'. So Evan wasn't lying, they do know that he brings people in to torture or to fuck? He then walked to another door to lead to stairs that led to the basement, to Jonathon's assumption. Evan finally got to the bottom and walked into another room. How many rooms are there?? But this was the final room as Jonathon was set down on the concrete floor, tied up to a chain against the wall. The chain was holding his hands up as he was sitting down.

He stared at Evan, spectating his every movement. Evan walked upstairs without a word, leaving Jonathon on the verge to cry. He wondered what everyone else was doing, probably worried because he hasn't returned in a day. He heard another set of footsteps as Evan was going down,
"Heyy! You brought another in?", to which Evan replied,
"Yeah, it's a police man too.",
"Police man? What?",
"Just go take a look for yourself" Evan then whispered something to man he was speaking to. He then heard more footsteps, this time it was going down. The man was on his way to see Jonathon,
"Wow." The man was black, he had almost curly hair. He kept on staring at Jonathon, practically eye raping him. Jonathon felt uncomfortable with this man compared to Evan. The man walked over to Jonathon and pulled off his gag, "what's your name?" He said with a slight smirk. He didn't like the way this man was staring at him,
"J-Jonathon" He said. The man stared, wide eyed. He held Jonathon's chin, with such a soft touch,
"Such a sweet voice.. wonder how it'll sound when screaming my name?".

Jonathon was now surprised, really? He's gonna get fucked again?
"The name's Marcel, Jonathon", he then got up and walked back upstairs and returned with rope. He told Jonathon to stand, he obeyed.
"Good boy", he then took the chains off, letting Jonathon free. Jonathon's first instinct was to bail. He ran for it, his life, his friends, his everything precious to him. But he felt someone catch him,
"N-NOOO!", Jonathon was bawling his eyes out, screaming too. Evan's blood was boiling now,
"Where the fuck do think you're going?" He whispered into his ear. Jonathon looked back in fear, crying. He also brought attention to himself, everyone running out of the living room. Eyes staring at him.
"Is that him?" The same voice who said 'fuck boy' pointed at him, almost disgusted. Jonathon faced the bearded man, making the whole crowd gasp. The Marcel man ran upstairs from the basement, panting,
"I-I'm sorry Evan, I tried to grab him before-",
"It's ok, he's in my hands now." He glared at Jonathon, making him shake.

He then picked him up, making Jonathon yelp in the sudden move. Jonathon was sobbing quietly as Evan carried him to his room. As he opened the door, it revealed his king sized black bed with a deep crimson red duvet and pillows. Evan threw him onto the bed and pounced on him, hovering above him,
"What was that for?" He said in a deep voice. Jonathon covered his face, sobbing into them,
"I-I'm sorry..!", it was then Evan's cue to attack him with hickeys all over his neck. He started to lick his jaw line and then down to his neck slowly licking around areas to find his sweet spot. Jonathon let out a hitched breath, signalling Evan that he found it. He then attacked the spot, sucking on it hard, making Jonathon go crazy.

Everyone one else downstairs could hear Jonathon's moans and screams. Some of them were wide eyed, staring at the ceiling,
"That's Jonathon." Marcel replied to their confusion.
"His name is Jonathon?" A man with a deep Irish accent replied. Another man, with a controller in his hand, asked everyone else to join in the game,
"Tyler, you idiot, don't you hear that upstairs?", the man who had his attention to the screen replied,
"Of course I fucking do, just ignore it. C'mon just play". The whole group ignored the moans from upstairs.

"A-ah!~" Jonathon was moaning as Evan kept thrusting in, lightning-speed. The bed was creaking because of how fast he was going. Evan then leaned down to whisper into his ear,
"I want you to know you're mine and mine only, got that? If anyone else touches you, I'll kill them." He continues to thrust as Jonathon came all over the bed sheets. Still going, Jonathon was crying in bliss as Evans dick kept hitting his prostate in sonic-speed but slowed its pace as Evan was close. He continued to thrust until he came inside Jonathon's weak hole.
"HHAA!~a-AAH!" Jonathon screamed as Evan continued his thrusts. Just a few seconds later, both were panting like crazy, Jonathon with dry tear marks on his cheeks. Evan then held Jonathon by his waist and pulled him up to sit on his lap. Evan groaned as Jonathon started to move his hips, as if he was riding him. Evan was surprised at his actions. Following Jonathon's rhythm, Evan was slowly thrusting upwards as Jonathon carried on rolling his hips.

"O-oh yes.. a-ah~" Jonathon softly moaned as Evan started to thrust in deeper. Both of them were now in rhythm, Evan thrusting up as Jonathon's tongue was hanging from his mouth as he kept on rolling his hips. After a few thrust Jonathon felt close and Evan started to pump him, making him scream in delight, throwing his head back. Evan shortly came after that and once again, they both were panting. Evan kissed his jawline, picking him up and making lie on the bed. Pulling the covers over him, Evan stared in awe as Jonathon slowly fell asleep.

Blessed y'all with two rounds.

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