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The room was dark, and cold. Not a sound could be heard.
Mydei tried to slow his breath.
Was he knocked out?
What happened?
His mind hurt. He couldn't remember anything clearly. Trying to moisten his lips, Mydei noticed a weird taste, meaning only one thing.
He had been drugged.
Fucking shit, really?
The dark cloth covering Mydei’s eyes began to itch.
So, I'm blindfolded too. He tried to move a hand to remove the blindfold, emphasis on tried. “Great! As if the night couldn’t get any worse, I’m tied down as well!”
Wiggling his fingers, the only thing he could grab was the chair he was currently sitting on. He could feel he was bound at the wrist and the feet.
The silence around him was deafening, but at least he could tell he wasn't gagged.
Where was I earlier? Before I got myself stuck in this situation… Right, I was at that banquet. In all the years that I've done undercover stuff, I have never gotten caught until now. What the hell!?
He tried to move his legs but the restraints weren’t budging.
Ok, let's at least take inventory:
The knife he had hidden on his leg? Gone.
His in-ear microphone? Gone.
Both of the pistols he kept holstered to his chest? Those were gone.
His pocket taser? Even that was gone too!
“Well, I'm fucked.”
The sharp sound of a lighter clicking stopped all his thoughts. The drag on the cigarette, the slow exhale. He wasn't alone.
A sultry voice came from a corner of the room. “Well now, that can be arranged,” another drag and exhale of smoke, “Detective.”
“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?” Mydei yelled, straining against his binds.
Setting the cigarette down, the other man began walking over. The light clack of shoes coming towards him put Mydei on guard. The man stopped right behind him, running a finger along the tops of his shoulders.
He leans right into Mydei’s ear. His words almost a whisper. “I know you very, very well, Detective. I have now for a long time. How could I not? You're one of the most decorated men on your team; always in the city, always being the one to actually get the bad guy.” The man slides both hands down his arms, stopping to squeeze his biceps.
Mydei wracked his brain trying to place a face to the voice. It isn't one he's encountered before nor arrested, but he must have pissed the man off.
Which would explain the situation.
Walking around the chair, the mysterious man carefully regards Mydei. Looking his hostage over, he notices the blonde’s pants do nothing to hide what's underneath. He Smirks, licking his lips. Bringing his face close to the detective’s, feeling breath on his lips. “Maybe my dealings of stealing from the rich bastards in the town ring a bell.” The man runs a finger along Mydei’s jaw, continuing down to the open neckline of the blonde’s shirt.
Mydei struggles against the restraints and the touches on his body, trying hard to break free and hold his arousal back. How was this man igniting a fire in him? How does he know where to touch?
The mystery man leans more into his personal space, placing hands on either side of his thighs, putting enough pressure to lean forward on them—way too close for Mydei’s comfort—he’s practically making their lips touch.
“I'm the man you've been after for years, always slipping through your grasp, watching your every move.” He licks along Mydei's bottom lip, then stands up.
Mydei’s eyes go wide under the blindfold. “Khaslana!?”
“Please, in this intimate setting ‘Phainon’ will do, and I must say, you look absolutely delicious in these ropes. Making all your well honed muscles stand out. And this…” Phainon pokes a finger to the open spot on Mydei’s button-down shirt, caressing the inked skin that lies beneath. “These beautiful tattoos. A pity you’ve been hiding them this whole time.”
The blonde’s head jerks in the direction of the voice, desperately wanting to see his kidnapper. “You didn't answer me. What do you want?”
“You know that ball was the perfect time to get a hold of you with so many high profile people around, and no one outside of my subordinates have ever seen my face, so I figured I could attend without having to disguise myself. No one would ever know.”
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Mydei searches his memory. He's been to these sorts of events so many times. He knows mostly everyone that goes. Was anything off about this particular ball? The affair was black tie as usual — he hides weapons on his person for safety. Anything can happen when you're in such a high profile place. It’s always better to err on the side of caution.
The Mayor was there, all members of his district office, important board members in various businesses and… it struck him like lightning. There was someone odd there. Yes, many heads of white hair were present at the event, but this… this belonged to a younger man. No older than Mydei himself. He had bumped into the strange man, and apologized profusely for it.
The fuzzy details were finally coming back to him. The man was tall, all snow white hair adorning the crown of his head. He was the same height as Mydei, not as built as himself, but it was apparent the man worked out. Not to mention handsome — okay, maybe too good looking.
I will not cave to his looks, even though I have been single for years, Mydei had told himself. But the outstanding feature the man possessed were his piercing blue eyes. They were like none he'd ever seen before. Being in the force, faces come and go, but these eyes, they were so beautiful Mydei would remember them for as long as he lived.
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“Oh! Good.” Phainon said, voice low and sultry with interest. “Now you remember me.”
Blue eyes ran downward. “Oh my~ these pants look so uncomfortable for you. Did my good looks hit you that hard?”
Phainon gave Mydei’s thighs a good squeeze, his hands were way too close to the blonde’s straining erection. ”Well unfortunately for you, Detective, you're just going to have to use your imagination for now.”
It was getting warmer in the chair. The constant flirting and touching were driving Mydei crazy. Not that it has anything to do with the fact Mydei’s been single the past fourteen years, but the guy he’s been chasing, this ‘Khaslana’, Phainon, was fucking hot. He wonders how much of his face can be seen with the blindfold on. His skin has to be flushed red by now, aside from his throbbing erection.
Am I into bondage? Nevermind, figure that out later!
“Am I having an effect on you, Mydeimos? Because you always have affected me; your strength, unwavering sense of justice, your combat skills—I've seen you fight before—just…everything. There isn't anything I don't admire about you after all these years of being a thorn in your side.” Phainon is having the hardest time controlling himself. The want for this man is overpowering. “All just to see you up close.”
Mydei's breathing becomes faster and he feels himself starting to sweat. Hopefully his captor doesn't notice his piercings. It may have been a dare from college, but he never bothered to take them out. This is the worst time, though, to have them.
Phainon walks around him, to the back of the chair. Almost always keeping a hand on him.
”Am I getting to you? Because your body is showing quite a want. A visceral need to be touched.” He licks up the side of Mydei’s neck, curling around the shell of his ear.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret; I've wanted you for so long. You make me feel things like no other. And yes, this is our first time meeting face to face.”
Mydei's pants strain to hold him in. He knows his piercings are going to be in full view now. He is sweating a lot; both of their combined body heat and the low vent isn't helping his body not get aroused from this. I shouldn't be feeling like this! Why am I liking this? He's my enemy!
“What do you want from me? Since all you ever seem to do is disrupt the system.” Mydei grits out, trying his best to avoid his raging erection.
“You have me quite wrong. The distribution of wealth in this town is piss poor, and the leaders at that event aren't all saints, I hope you know. They all have secrets. To which I am privy to many of them. These events are the best way to get new info.” Phainon slides both hands down from Mydei's shoulders to his chest, fingers stopping just under the holster strap, to grab a handful of pectorals, squeezing them.
“Oh… oh no.” A smile snakes along his face.
Mydei feels like his body is on fire. His pierced nipples were no longer hidden.
“I'll tell you what, let's do an equivalent exchange. I can offer you information on all the corruption in the city. I have a companion that's fast at getting me what I seek.”
The thought of a deal makes Mydei’s mind stop. Can he really trust the man that drugged and bound him? But no harm has come to him, just his pride.
“Why should I?” Mydei questioned. “You drugged me.”
A quick laugh left Phainon’s system. “Oh my dear Mydei, drugging is never a tactic I use. Too easy to trace.”
Bringing a hand back to his lips, he tapped them in thought. “I do believe that Officer Caenis had always wanted you out of the picture. Your skills are something that hinder her. Finding little details is what you're good at. Only a matter of time before you looked at home for corruption. Never liked her. Too much resting bitch face.”
Phainon places his hand back down where it was, but this time deliberately playing with both piercings.
Mydei’s body betrayed him again. A low moan escapes his lips. ”What do you want in exchange? It must be a hefty price.”
Licking his ear again, each letter laced with sin.
“You.”
The touching and licking were too much. The voice on top of it all. It spelled the end for him. The front of his pants felt sticky, the only saving grace being they're black.
“I am not as bad as everyone makes me out to be, but I have longed for you since your first case hit the news. All your praises I'm saying are from the heart. I've always wanted a relationship with you but knew our worlds kept us apart. Most say there is no justice in the shadows. They just don't look hard enough.”
His heart beat was in his ears. His knack for detecting liars wasn't going off. Maybe Phainon was telling the truth.
“How about this, Mr. Handsome Detective.” Walking back to the front, admiring his work ”Why don't I sate your bodies desire right now, give you a taste of what you could be getting in this exchange. Then you make a decision. I will let you go, no questions asked?”
Justice and lust were in a battle. The scales are tipping. Crashing. Not his better judgment. Lust wins.
“Fine. Then show me what you have to offer. Change my mind.”
“Glady”
Taking his time, Phainon undoes the buttons of Mydei’s white shirt, sliding the open shirt to the side. Giving the piercing a slight pinch after adjusting the fabric. Mydei swallowed hard, face warmer than before. Phainon was enjoying watching the pleasure from the blindfolded face.
Smirking, he grabs hold of the strap, positions it more in the center of the muscle, tightening it. Just enough that his pecks are pushed together. The most delicious site phainon has ever seen.
“God you're beautiful, like a work of art. To think, you keep this hidden from the world just for me to find.
His mind gives up at this point. Just letting his body feel.
“Now unfortunately for you, my dear detective, I'm leaving you blindfolded and tied up. I can't have you seeing me before a deal is struck. “
“It's part of the accord right now. It's fine. Do you have to be this methodical with your ….Lust?”
“Ohh I do. I may never get this again.” Grabbing the back of the chair, lowering it to the ground so as not to hurt his prize, Phainon knows just what he wants. “Gotta savor it.”
The change in space has him more aware now. Scenes heightened. Removal of fabric can be heard. Something soft is placed under his head. A shirt?? Ohh fuck. I kinda wish I could see..
Phaion stands on either side of Mydei's body. Topless. He then gets down on his knees, placing them on either side of the bound arms. He settles his weight down on Mydei's torso. Just making sure not to crush him.
Reaching down, slowly caressing the wanting face. Fingers sliding to the detective’s lips. Hovering for a second. A second long enough for a tongue to lick them. Phainon bites his lip to stifle a soft whimper.
Reaching into his pants pocket, he pulls out a small vial, placing it in the crack of the chest, till he is ready. Sitting up a bit, he loosens the claps on his belt, then removes it. Throwing it off to the side. Knowing full well Mydei can hear every sound he makes.
Next the zipper. Pulling slowly just to build more want, suspense. His mind is kind of lost now. Not sure if this is more for himself or the captive man below him. He takes hold of his black slacks and dark blue silk underwear, pushing them down his hips ,enough to expose his erection to the humid air.
It felt good to be freed, but hurt so much. His dick needed contact. This opportunity won't be wasted. Grabbing the small vial, he uncorks it. Pouring a small amount in his hand. Reaching down he grabs his erection. Already full and pulsing in his hand. Phainon could finish like this, but miss the straps, he thinks not. Takes a few more long strokes to get his length all oiled up.
Mydei takes a few long breaths, then feels. His body wanted to jerk in response. Phaion pushes his length between the tight muscles. Just like it was in a body. Phainon was getting off on his chest. The feeling was so new, Mydei didn't know how to process it.
Trying to keep his body upright, Phainon thrusts slowly in and out of the clenched flesh. One of the best feelings he's ever experienced. Now knowing his own hand can never compare to this. Reaching down with one hand he pinches one of the piercings, making the body jump. Noticing it made the chest squeeze together more.
“So tight… so delicious .“ He couldn't hold back soft moans any more. Being ever so thankful there weren't any guards around to hear any of this. Now two hands were a must. Both nipples were pinched, swirled around in his fingers. He felt like the man before him was going to try and milk everything out of him. It would be so worth it.
“God's above you feel so amazing.” His vision is overcome with need and lust. Phainon had fantasized about fucking this chest for a long time. A crisp white shirt and a holster will do it to a man.
His dick was long enough to poke out the top of the well defined chest. Just under Mydei's chin. Being more hyper aware of things, he could feel the tip almost touching his face. Sanity thrown out the window at this point, he bends his head up, just enough to lick the tip.
“ ohhh dear god… Faa…ckkkk.. that's so good!” Moaning more fervent than before, his hips take it slow to savor the squeeze and wetness. “ I …. I… shouldn't be.. ahhhhhh …..A terrible host..leaving you… Hanging.”
He can feel the erection poking him in the back. Slowing down his movements to attempt concentration, more work was needed. Reaching behind his head, Phainon finds the confinement in Mydei's pants. Trying his best to remove the straining erection and not splatter all over the vision-less face.
Once free, Phainon wraps his oil slick hand down the reddened shaft, feeling every twitch and pulse. The most impressive cock he's ever felt.(Mostly his own. Seen many things on video. Way not the same.)
Even being constrained like this, Mydei couldn't deny the pleasure he felt. It was just that good. And for Phainon to keep up jerking him off and fucking his chest, was a pretty impressive feet.
His eyes shut behind the blindfold “Leave your dick there. Stop moving.” A low grunt can be heard from him ”I want…. I…. want to taste you”
Phaion's eyes go wide. Shocked at what he was hearing. A warm, genuine smile adorns his face. Mydei wants this. Instincts were right.
Sliding his hips as far as he could go, thrusting stopped, but his hand never did. Twisting around so he could get a better view of the length, it was amazing. Beautiful red tattoos adorning both slides. Everything matched.
I don't know if I can keep this up. I'm falling so hard for him. He's a masterpiece I want to keep.
Taking just what was given to him in his mouth, Mydei played along the tip. Licking at the slit. Moving the head around in his mouth, with the skill most men probably don't have. The juices it was producing were not going to waste. It was the best lollypop that's ever graced his lips. A hard suck came when Phainon ran his finger down his own leaking slit.
Neither man was going to last longer.
Phainon's strokes grew faster. Mydei's sucking was matching. Just to see who could cum first. Neither slowing down. Phaion saw an opening and cheated. His free hand was just close enough to flick the piercing.
A few more strokes and Mydei came on the sun tattoo adorning his neck. A large stream covered his neck, back and upper chest. Even the black leather choker he wore now had drops of white on it. Letting go of the savory cock, he ran his fingers through the cum. Making it as loud as possible, cleaning it so Mydei knew what he was doing.
With every pop off his fingers, told Mydei everything.
Welllllll… I guess it's fair. I am already eating him. Why does all of this feel so amazing? It shouldn't. But it does. I…..I…. I want more. Once just can't be enough. The internal fight was losing on his side. His captor was winning.
Giving a long hard suck, it's enough pressure for Phainon to lean back against him, totally blissed out of his mind. He reaches a hand up, tugging at his own nipples. Just to overload his own body. A few more small thrust were enough.
Mydei's name left in a long moan from Phainon's lips. The body on him tensed, shaking. He happily drank all the seed that was sent his way.
Once Phainon was spent, he leaned back against the legs supporting him. Mydei's dick was lying in the middle of his back. His own soft white trail, brushing against the bound chest, was covered in oil and his own cum. Phainon thought to himself that it was kinda hot. Most men don't get to do a chest this special. He was breathing heavily. The body under him as well. Looking for anything to bring oxygen to their lungs.
“That was the most amazing thing I've ever felt. I’ve… I've… I've never felt THIS good after coming. Not to be crass or anything, but your tits are amazing.“ Reaching up, he pulls on the clasp, pressure letting on the strap. The muscles settle in their natural place.
Smiling ”I can't say I disagree. Plus they have never been done before. An……interesting experience to say the least.” Sighing as his chest is released of pressure, he laid his head back down on the shirt.
“Well sir? We had a deal. I give you a taste, you give me an answer.” Letting his head rest against the legs and still coming down from this high, he didn't want this to end.
The most content feeling was running though his system. A euphoria he's never experienced. He was caught. One taste, Mydei wanted more.
“Let's just be clear on this. You'll give me a list of traitors to the city and all you want is sex?”
Sitting up, partially offended. “Noo..noo. It's not just the sex I'm after. I want you. ALL OF YOU. I'm smitten detective." Now Phainon's face is turning red. “I know it's not the best way to go about saying ‘Hey, I want a relationship with you’ but it's the only option I had. Plus, I wasn't letting that bitch off you. I couldn't get close to you otherwise. My apologies. I used her fuck up.”
Mydei is just astonished. He had no words. The things Phainon said struck so hard. Suddenly, a body left his torso. He was all wet with sweat and many other things.
Feet left his side. Then came back.
A soft rag can be felt cleaning him up. All remnants from his stomach and chest were taken care of.
After care??? Who ever would have thought?
He could hear Phainon readjusting himself, fixing his pants. His chair was then replaced on its feet. Heels walked away again, stopped, and then returned.
A knife was clicked out. His knife. Not sure of the next moments, his hands and feet are released. Once they were freed, hands tried to get rid of the tightness rubbing his wrists. The strain of sex on them was a lot being restrained to the chair.
A heavy sigh left the boss’ lips ”Look, I'll just give you the names. You don't have to owe me anything. Your stuff is over on the table. You can go.” He reaches forward, hooking his fingers on the top of the blindfold. Phainon doesn't have the heart now to keep him. It wasn't fair. Crime and justice could never co-exist. This was just going to stay a memory locked away.
A hand stops him. Phainon's eyes go wide with shock.
“Phainon… Things may be unconventional. But…. I'm not opposed.”
A slight gasp can be heard, hands returning to their owner.
“I can be willing to make.. THIS.. work. I'm pretty good at feeling out liars, and your words…. and body, have been nothing but honest to me. Besides, Caenis is kinda a two faced bitch. I only dealt with her because she's running the whole department…. So if you're willing, I'd like to do more with you. Not just in this room.”
Biting his lip, smiling. “I would love nothing more than to not be able to move in the morning. “
“Then take my hand. Lead me there. I'll follow and make it happen.“
Tilting his head to the side “You don't want to remove the blindfold?”
“No. I kinda like it. I kinda wanna get a good look at you ,when you're completely wrecked and blissed out of your mind. Bites, bruises and seamen covering your body.”
A laugh erupts in his chest. “Mydeimos, I think we found a new kink for you.”
“Well what can I say, justice is blind(folded)”
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