Some Kink for ma man, moit!
Feb. 29th, 2012 10:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
claudia603Happy Slightly Early Birfday to the most froodtacular ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moit!!
Wish I could get wasted with you on your b-day and get a bunch of doughnuts like we did back last year! Still, I hope you enjoy your day in SOME way and have some fun and I hope you get lots of love here with fics and wishes!
So...I whipped this part out right now before bed, wish I had time to add more to it, but this is what I have on time for your b-day!!
Title: Missing Boy, 1/?
Pairing: Casey/Zeke (Faculty, obviously)
Rating: R
Summary: Zeke kidnaps Casey because he's bored.
Warnings: Some non-con issues, kink, not fluffy at all, AU
Casey was having a hellish nightmare. In it, he stood on a tiny strip of beach. Pebbles rained on him from a cliff, battering his head. He held his hands over his ears, frantic to stop the thudding pain. His stomach rolled, and he threw up in the sand. A large wave roared onto shore, and Casey realized that he was trapped in the lagoon, surrounded by cliffs and a frothing ocean.
No way out.
“Wakie, wakie.” A male voice taunted him. “Time to wake up now.”
Casey’s eyes flew open. No beach. No raining rocks. Based on the scratchy material under his cheek, he guessed he lay on a couch. But wherever he was, it was completely dark and the pounding in his head had not faded with his dream. He groaned, tasting bile in the back of his throat. “Mmmf. . .going to be sick.”
He tried to reach forward into the darkness, but his hands were tied behind his back.
. . .the hell?
His chest fluttered with panic.
Kidnapped.
“Fuck, Jesus,” the male voice said. “Don’t puke on the couch.” The voice sounded familiar. He knew that voice.
A bucket was shoved under him just in time. He puked several times. His eyes had adjusted somewhat to the dark, and he could make out a shadowy figure – tall and lank, knit cap on his head.
“Where am I?” Casey could not stop his voice from slurring. He tried to think back. He had been at a football game, trying to take pictures with the new camera he had just received for his birthday, and he had gone to his car to put the camera in his trunk—
car. . .looming shadow. . .lighter. . .
He could not remember more. Had he been jumped? Had a freak accident?
“Where’s my camera?” he asked. His dad was going to fucking kill him if he lost his camera.
“Safe and sound, little Casey.”
Casey recognized the voice. He had heard Zeke’s purring voice all too often in the bathroom during the many times he had hidden during lunch to avoid eating alone, after someone elbowed him in the eye, or someone shoved him head-first in a trashcan. Bathroom stalls were his sanctuary, the only place where none of the jocks would dare accost him, since they were far too homophobic to be caught bothering another guy while he’s doing his business.
“Zeke? Is that you?”
“Bingo! You win the fucking prize.”
Dizziness overcame Casey, and for a few seconds he thought he was going to be sick again. “Why are my hands tied? What time is it?”
“It’s two a.m., and I’m afraid you’re stuck here for awhile.”
“Oh, shit,” Casey groaned. “I’m late. Stop fucking around and untie my hands. I have to get home.”
“You won’t be going home tonight,” Zeke said. Casey could only see a shadowy outline of Zeke, but his voice gave him the chills. Had to be yet another fucking sick joke.
“This isn’t funny, man,” Casey said. He struggled against the binds around his wrists, wriggling back and forth. “Seriously. Untie me or I’ll call the police.”
“I’d like to see you try.”
“This is a dumbass prank,” Casey said. “My dad will sue you. You’ll get expelled for something like this. You’ll go to jail. For kidnapping. The joke’s gone on too long! Now untie me and maybe, just maybe, I won’t tell anyone.”
Zeke stroked Casey’s cheek, and Casey flinched. Zeke laughed. “You’re very excitable, sort of like one of those little yippy dogs. My mom used to love chihuahuas. Always yip, yip, yip, all day long.”
“Okay, whatever,” Casey said, closing his eyes. He could not even believe Zeke had tied his arms behind his back. This was one elaborate prank. Best to go along with it. The sooner he stopped reacting, the sooner Zeke would bore of it. Casey didn’t know Zeke that well, but he had the impression that Zeke had the attention span of a gnat. Gabe or Stan or one of those other asshole jocks must have paid Zeke to do this. Maybe they were all out in the living room drinking beers and placing bets on how soon Casey would break. Whatever Gabe and Stan were up to, Zeke would get bored of the game, sooner rather than later if Casey could just play it cool.
“Do you like dick?” Zeke asked, grabbing Casey’s crotch.
“What the fuck?” Casey cried out in a squeak.
“I know you do,” Zeke said, stroking Casey’s cock through his jeans with this thumb. “I saw you wanking that time in the locker room when Stan was taking a shower.”
Any resolve Casey had of staying cool left him. “Fuck you, let go of me, you fucking asshole!”
“Mmm. . . looks like you’re getting hard.”
“This is a dumb prank, and I am going to call the police and you’ll go to jail for this. You and whoever asshole paid you to do this.”
“Not a prank,” Zeke said. “You’re mine now.” He released Casey’s cock. “You’re in my basement. My parents are out of the country for at least three months, and I need a toy.”
“Come on,” Casey said in a trembling voice. “Please just stop the joke. I just want to go home, okay? I was kidding about the police. I won’t tell anyone.”
“And I’m not kidding when I say you’re here to stay. I’m tired of being alone.”
“Geesh,” Casey said. “You want friends? I don’t really have any, either. I’ll hang out with you. You don’t have to do this.”
“Casey, man,” Zeke said, and the shadowy figure shook his head. “You don’t get it, do you? I have to keep you here. I have to tie you up. What I want from you I have to take by force.”
TBC
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Date: 2012-03-01 07:57 am (UTC)See that long 'good'? That means exactly that, man. *bows to you*
More. More!
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Date: 2012-03-01 11:31 am (UTC):D
Thank you!
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Date: 2012-03-01 12:27 pm (UTC)We needs moar precious!!!
This is a great start! :D
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Date: 2012-03-02 12:55 am (UTC)I hope you're having an awesome type of b-day day!!!!!! *loves*
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Date: 2012-03-04 11:34 pm (UTC)Thank you, dear!!
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Date: 2012-03-02 12:54 am (UTC)haha, thanks!
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