Kidnapped | Michael + ?

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So I asked what ship you guys wanted to see and I just couldn't choose so I fixed it like this and hey, it's gonna be a surprise! Which won't be revealed without a part 2 but it's whatever you guys want so let me know :D
Contains: Kidnapping (noshit), bondage, blindfold, basically forced orgasm I guess?, blowjob
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Michael woke up with quite the headache, his eyebrows furrowing together as he groaned quietly. Not pleasant.

Next was confusion, when he tried to move, yet seemed stuck. Which was weird, because how was he stuck? Why couldn't he move?

Slowly opening his eyes, he blinked a few times to focus. His eyes were looking at his lap, seeing nothing weird just yet. Until he tried to lean forward to see his feet, did he notice something was really wrong.

He got stopped by something around his chest, making him look down even more, to where the force came from. And to his surprise, he noticed light brown rope adorning his chest.

As his heart started to beat faster, he tried to move his feet, only feeling them be pulled back to the legs of the chair he was apparently sitting on, by the same force. He then tried to move his hands, only to find them tied together behind him and in a way he couldn't move them from their spot. And lastly, as he realised he was in some big mess, he tried to call for help, only to realise, to his utmost stupidity, that there was some kind of cloth wrapped around his head and so in his mouth tightly, hurting the sides of his mouth.

With a fast beating heart and wide eyes, he started struggling, hoping to escape in any way. Maybe his fear-sweat would make the ropes fall off his wrists somehow.

"My darling is struggling. Does that mean you've woken enough?"

Michael froze at the sudden deep voice echoing through wherever he was. It was dark around him, making him squint his eyes in the hope to see someone. But it was no use.

"You want to see me. Hm, I'm not sure if I agree with that, darling."

The words made Michael freeze once again, before he started struggling again, wanting to get out of here. Why did this happen to him?

"I love it when they struggle."

There was a slight hum, sounding closer than the words had at first. It made his heart pound faster and faster, while he tried to pull his wrists and feet from the ties even harsher.

"Thinking they can escape."

With a huff, he continued pulling. No matter how much it hurt. He had to get out. Who knew what this creep had planned.

"But you're mine forever, darling."

Just like that, he gave up for a moment. Only to start struggling again as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He let out cries of help, only to have them muffled by the cloth in his mouth. He was trapped.

"Mine."

The whisper was right beside Michael's ear, making shivers run down his spine. To make things even worse, the light turned on softly, though was taken away immediately by something covering his eyes. The blindfold got tightened behind his head tightly, making him struggle again. "Hm-mh-hm."

"I love those sounds. Aren't they hot?"

Michael became desperate, his sounds matching his feelings as he gave sharp tugs. His words changed to muffled 'please's, making someone chuckle.

"You're breaking."

A hand trailed down his chest slowly, making him shock up a little at the sudden touch. He kept struggling, even when the hand moved lower and lower, soon caressing his thigh.

"Just a little more, darling. I'll make good use of you."

Michael's struggles got weak as he huffed out his breaths, trying not to squirm at the hand on his thigh. It moved up and down, getting dangerously close to his private area.

"Break."

The whispered words made Michael whine quietly, his energy deflating as he felt himself giving up. He wasn't going to get out.

"Good job, darling."

The hand left his thigh, soft footsteps sounding around him. It then was quiet for a moment, before the footsteps came back and the hand was at his pants again, now unbuttoning it.

"Gotta take this off, darling. Can't make use of you otherwise, huh?"

Michael tried to struggle again, but it was weak and not enough to prevent his pants and boxers from being pulled down. He was partially naked and it made him slightly self-conscious, but what could he do?

"I got some toys and myself, must sound good, not darling?"

Michael tried to shake his head, protest, anything to make it stop, but it didn't matter. His kidnapper didn't take notice of it and simply ran his hands up his thighs.

"So beautiful."

Kisses were placed on his thighs, hands moving up more and more until one caressed his c.ock. His hips bucked up involuntarily, a soft squeak muffled by the cloth.

"So responsive."

A wet tongue went up the length of his c.ock, his thighs shuddering lightly as a hot breath flew over it.

"All mine."

A hand worked his c.ock up and down, making it hard. He didn't want to, but he couldn't help it. And really, he had a slight kink for bondage so being tied to a chair definitely didn't help.

"Going to be so good for me."

He forgot all about being taken without wanting to and threw his head back as a hot mouth engulfed his c.ock, working up and down. It felt so fucking good and as his arm spasmed and tugged at the rope, he couldn't help the moan that escaped him.

His kidnapper hummed around his c.ock, making him gasp, his muscles tensing at the pleasure he was feeling, before they relaxed again.

"Do you want to come, darling?"

Michael moved his head back to normal, nodding. But he got no pleasure, just two hands on his thighs that didn't move.

"Beg, darling. Let me hear those muffled words you make sound so hot."

"Plmphf lmh-mh mhm."

"More desperate, darling. Or can you wait, huh?"

Michael repeated the words, this time his tone slightly whiny as he tugged at his ties again.

"Whatever you please, darling."

A mouth was back around his c.ock, working him to his orgasm quickly as a hand took everything that couldn't be reached. The pleasure was overwhelming at how fast it was given, his orgasm washing over him pleasurably as he came in his kidnapper's mouth.

"Good job, darling."

Michael panted, his breaths heavy through his nose as he moved slightly on the chair, wanting to be more comfortable. It stayed quiet and nobody was touching him, making him think that maybe, finally, it was over and he was going to be free.

"That was number one."

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