What would happen now? Are they going to murder me? I’ll never see home again.
It had grown dark in the cabin and George could just make out their shapes as they crossed the room. Two of them entered the bedroom. The third lit two kerosene lanterns and Cullen’s handsome face peered out of the gloom.
“What are you going to do to me?” George said in a low voice, dreading the answer.
Cullen smiled down at him. “We’re going to keep you here tonight and then decide what to do with you later. Daddy wants to keep you tied up tonight but I’m going to make you more comfortable.”
“Can I at least go to the bathroom?”
Cullen paused and then called to Daddy, who came out of the bedroom. He untied George and led him outside the back door into the trees. An outhouse appeared out of the darkness in the glow from the lamp Cullen carried.
“Are you kidding me?” George was incredulous and disgusted.
“It’s either there or in the woods,” Daddy said.
George heard the laughter in his voice. He’s enjoying this
He opened the door to the shaky wooden structure and the powerful stench emanating from within nearly knocked him over. Holding his breath as long as he could in the dim light from Cullen’s lamp filtering through the wide cracks between the boards, he took care of business as fast as he could and then bolted outside. He took huge gasps of fresh air
Laughing, Cullen and Daddy led him back to the cabin where they tied him up on the floor so he could stretch out. Cullen brought him a pillow and a blanket. He fussed over him, making sure George was comfortable despite his restrained state.
To George’s surprise, Cullen sat down on the floor beside him and massaged his shoulders, back and legs.
“I’m sorry we have to keep you this way for now, George,” Cullen said with a sad tone in his voice. “But we have to protect Daddy.”
“Even if I could escape where would I go? It’s pitch black outside and I have no idea where the hell I am.” He regretted the harshness of his words in light of the gentle treatment by Cullen, but the nightmarish turn his trip across country had taken grated on his emotions. But the soft caresses soothed his stiff muscles and quieted the rage and fear in his mind.
A short time later, Cullen rose and went into the bedroom. George hovered between sleep and consciousness until hushed voices emanating from the other room roused him.
Soft chuckles over the squeaking of the bed frame brought him fully awake. He listened to the noises, trying to figure out what was going on in there until a loud moan of pleasure brought realization.
They’re having sex!The shock revelation flooded his mind with a mixture of horror, revulsion and a profound feeling of curiosity. What did three men engaged in sex look like? He struggled to scoot across the floor but the going was difficult and he gave up after a few minutes of trying. He lay motionless, listening to the sounds. Images of three muscular, hairy, naked bodies entwined in carnal embrace flooded his mind with the echoes of their lovemaking providing the soundtrack. As he lay on his stomach, he realized his cock was swollen and pinned painfully between the wooden floor and the weight of his body. He rolled onto his side, relieving the pressure on his engorged manhood. His pulse pounded in his ears and his breathing raced. A thin sheen of sweat formed on his skin that had nothing to do with the humid heat inside the cabin.
I’m turned on by that. The thought came unbidden to his mind. He couldn’t tell how long the sex lasted but the sounds subsided until silence fell like a thin sheet over the room.
* * * *
George woke to the sound of Cullen in the kitchen. He found that his wrists and ankles had been untied, allowing him to get more comfortable. He got to his feet and wrapped the blanket around him. The cabin wasn’t warm and a glance toward the window showed why.
Rain poured down the glass panes in streaks.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice heavy with sleep.
Cullen turned around and smiled. “Good morning, cutie. Just fixing some breakfast for us. It’s not much but I do what I can.”
George watched as he prepared oatmeal on the propane stove and sliced some fruit. The front door opened and Daddy walked in wearing only jeans, water pouring down his shoulders and dripping off his pectorals.
George’s eyes locked onto the rippled abs.
“Where’s the boy?” he asked gruffly.