This will be my last story for a couple days, sorry! I have some real-life stuff to deal with, but I'll be back sometime next week💜💜💜

Part 1

Note: This story, including all names and people, is entirely fictional and not based on any real life experiences or events.

Being abducted by Nate and Sam had been a lot more fun than I thought. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been a fantasy of mine for a long time, but now that it’s actually happened, I don’t want it to end.

That doesn’t mean I’m not going to resist them, though. If they want to keep me, they’re going to have to work for it. They clearly don’t think so, though, not with the way they’ve casually tossed me into a bedroom and told me to stay, like I’m a dog. I’m still dressed, though I’ve ditched my coat, which is strangely frustrating, since I desperately need a good dicking down right now.

They untied me when I was on the couch, and we broke the roleplay for a moment to do a quick check-in. After that, they told me they need to set up the cabin for later and threw me into what I assume will be our room for the next couple days.

They didn’t even lock the door, that’s how confident they are that I’m not going to disobey them.

Well, fuck that.

I’ve waited what feels like an hour, just to let them drop their guard. Slowly, I creep up from the bed and make my way over to the door, cringing a little at the way the floorboards creak. I press my ear to the door, trying to hear what they’re doing.

I hear two loud, masculine laughs, though I’ve no idea what they think is so funny. Pressing closer, I think I faintly hear something sizzling, and wood clinking against metal.

Are they cooking? It’s midnight! Or so I think, anyway. It’s not like they’ve allowed me to have my phone or even know the time.

Suddenly, the sizzling stops, and I hear a moan followed by a muffled, “Fuck, that’s so good.” The other man laughs, but then I don’t hear anything more.

No, I hear footsteps, and they’re coming right for the door.

Before I can move out of the way, the door slams in my face as Sam opens it. I fall backwards on my ass with a loud thump, and I swear I hear Nate laughing from the kitchen. Fucking dicks, the both of them.

Sam looks down at me with a sneer. “Didn’t we tell you to stay in bed?” His voice is aggressive and demanding, but I don’t miss the flicker of concern in his eyes either.

I don’t know what he wants me to say, though. So, instead, I slowly get up and crawl back into bed, hugging my knees to my chest. I give him a glare when I catch the pleased smile grazing his lips.

Then, my eyes trail down his body, and they widen when they land on the bowl of food he has in his hands.

The bowl is piled high with bits of chicken, intermixed with seared brussels sprouts and carrots. It’s simple, yet my growling stomach is aching to dig my face into it.

“You should eat,” Sam says, now with a lot more concern in his voice.

I go to grab the bowl from where he stands at the end of the bed, but he tsks me and holds it away from me. “If you want to eat, you’re going to do it on the floor.”

“What?” I blurt, I can’t help it.

“You heard me,” he says firmly, like he’s losing his patience with me. I shrink a little in on myself on the bed.

When I don’t move, he just points to the floor, so I slowly snake my way down, eventually settling on my knees in front of him.

“There’s a good slave,” he praises, the derogatory nickname sending shivers through my whole body. He places the bowl on the floor, but when I go to grab a piece of meat with my fingers, his hand grabs my hair in a firm grip. A yelp escapes my lips when he pulls me up so my thighs are near-vertical. “I didn’t say you get to use your hands.”

Well, I thought I wouldn’t have to ask, did I?

I don’t open my mouth, but I do glare at him, earning me another tug to my hair. “Eat,” he orders me and lets me go.

It’s absolutely humiliating, getting down to the floor, lowering my head and eating out of a bowl like I’m their pet. Even so, it sends heat straight to my core, and when Sam holds my hair out of my face for me, I swear I let out a small, barely perceptible purr.

Sam doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me as I eat my dinner. It’s fucking delicious, which is the most annoying part, as for every bite I take I seem to take the next even faster. My cheeks heat when I catch sight of Sam’s satisfied smile, and when I look up some more, I see Nate standing in the doorway with a tent in his pants.

I quickly dart my eyes away and focus on my food.

Once the bowl is nearly empty, I have to stick my face all the way in to get the last pieces of food. The last piece of chicken takes a good amount of effort to lap up with my tongue, but once I’ve finished, I sit back up on my knees and look up at the two men.

Nathan looks like he’s about to burst. His thick arms flex above him as he grips the doorframe, and he has a kitchen towel thrown over his shoulder. He’s clad in a tight, white t-shirt, and black jeans. He looks edible.

He must clearly think the same because within moments, his long legs have brought him to right in front of me on the floor. The bulge in his pants makes my eyes widen, and my mouth water, and the way he looks down at me makes me feel so small at his feet.

“Such a pathetic girl, eating her food off the floor,” he coos, gripping my chin in his firm grip. He says it like I chose it, and I narrow my eyes at him, but it’s not like I hated eating off the floor. Being forced to humiliate myself for these two feels way better than it should.

Sam walks up behind me and grips me by the hair, keeping me in place. Nate lets go of my jaw, then hurriedly unzips and pulls down his jeans. His cock springs out in the next moment, and then my head is pushed down onto it by Sam.

I go to take the entire length into my mouth, but Sam’s tight grip on my hair keeps me from going further than the head. He tsks me. “Such an eager toy, huh?” he mocks and both men laugh at me. “Suck the head into your mouth.” I do as I’m told, sucking it between my lips and releasing it with a pop.

I use my tongue to lick the slit at the tip, where salty moisture has built up. It tastes so fucking good that I moan. Sam pushes me down a little further, and I place my hands on Nate’s muscular thighs for stability, as I’m forced down onto his impressive length.

I gag around him, but I’m unable to pull back. My nose is stuffed into the coarse hair covering the base. Nate moans when my tongue laps up at the skin on the underside of his cock, and it spurs me on. I stop fighting Sam’s unrelenting grip, and I hear a satisfied noise escape his throat.

“That’s fucking right,” Nate says. “This is all you’re good for.” I moan. “Choking on our cocks.” The degradation travels straight down to between my legs.

Sam fully lets go of my hair, then tears my blouse down from my shoulders so hard that the button in the back breaks off. I immediately rear back so I can blurt out, “I liked that top!”

Sam just pulls my top all the way down until my breasts, covered in a lavender bra, pop out. “Too fucking bad,” he spits, then shoves his hands into the cups of my bra, pinching my nipples hard.

I cry out, and Nate takes advantage, shoving himself back into my mouth.

I assume Sam is going to hold me down again, but instead, Nate places both of his big hands at the back of my head and starts thrusting in and out of me without restraint. Sam keeps pinching my nipples, and the feeling is so overwhelming.

My core clenches around nothing, and I’m practically flooding my panties at this point. Nate uses my throat for his own needs, making me choke and gag around him every time his thick head hits the back of my throat.

“This seems like a good time to go over some rules with you,” he begins explaining. I glare at him. “First, we own you. You’re not leaving, you’re not eating, and you’re not coming without our permission.”

He pulls out, gripping me by the hair. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathe in desperation.

“Good.” He plunges into my mouth again. “Second, you’re to refer to us as ‘Sir’ whenever you speak to us.” He repeats the same motion he did earlier, pulling out and asking, “Do you understand, little girl?”

“Yes, Sir.” I don’t hesitate, overcome with the need to please.

“Good girl.” I’m impaled yet again, just as Nate starts speaking again. “Lastly, if you break any of our rules, you will be punished, and you won’t like what we’ll do to you.” Shivers run down my spine at the promise.

I expect him to pull out again to ask if I understand, but instead he keeps fucking my throat, all the way until he releases.

“Fuck,” he groans, then pulls out until only his head is inside my mouth. He releases all over my tongue, flooding me with his taste.

I’m about to start swallowing it, but Sam leans down to my ear and growls, “Don’t you fucking dare swallow that, girl.” I don’t dare.

Once Nate has milked himself dry, he pulls out, then grabs my cheeks in a firm grip. He pries my mouth apart and stares into my mouth, fire in his eyes when he sees his own come pooling around my tongue.

“Fuck, what a sight,” he groans.

Sam leans around from behind me and takes a look into my mouth, humming his agreement.

Nate leans down then, still prying my lips apart, and spits into my mouth. I gasp, but he covers the sound with his hand. “Swallow.” I do as I’m told, swallowing every last drop of his spit and his come. “Good fucking girl,” he praises.

He then zips his pants back up, grabs my empty bowl of food, and leaves with a satisfied smirk. Sam gets up from behind me and walks around to face me. “Hope you’re not tired yet, little toy.” That’s all the warning I get before he repeats the same treatment Nate gave me.

My throat feels raw, and completely spent, by the time Sam finishes. I swallow it all, then lean my head against his leg, exhausted, as he idly pets my head.

“Get some sleep,” he tells me, and gives me a quick kiss on the forehead. He turns around, but just before he’s about to leave, he turns back around. “Oh, one last thing.”

I look up at him from where I’m still on the floor.

“Give me your clothes. You’re going to stay naked while you’re here.”

My cheeks heat, just as my core does as I start stripping off my clothes, handing each item to Sam. Once I’m fully naked, his eyes trail up and down my body with an appreciative hum, and with a quick, “Good night, Victoria,” he leaves, shutting the door behind him.

I lay down in my bed, spreading my limbs, exhausted. But I’m still desperate with need, and I didn’t miss how they didn’t make me come. Whether they’re going to let me come at all, or if they simply want to keep me on edge, I have no idea.

Even so, I’m fucking exhausted. Even if I wanted to disobey them and come without their permission, I’m just too tired for it, especially after the night I’ve had.

That doesn’t mean I won’t fight them, or that I’m not planning my escape at this moment. Nathan and Sam want to keep me as their little pet, but if they want to keep me, they have to catch me first.

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