What was happening to me? How did I get drugged?

The thought brought me from the depths of darkness to waking. Blindfolded again.

At least I was sitting today. My hands were bound with rope to the back of a chair. Rope cut across my chest and waist, knots shifting only slightly when I tried to adjust the position I was caught in. the rope had a scratchy, rough quality against my sensitive skin and I stopped shifting my legs when I realized it was bound around my thighs and balls as well, any slight movement caused the knots to rub me. If I struggled, I would end up hard.

“Baby, does your head hurt?” That crooning voice murmured against the shell of my ear and hot breath puffed over my cheek.

It didn’t hurt but I was very thirsty and hungry. Though I didn’t want to tell him that. I turned my head away from his voice.

He touched my shoulder softly, “You naughty boy, did you miss me all day?”

“Like hell!” I hissed.

A spoon hit my open mouth and a warm broth hit the tip of my tongue. Chicken and ginger assaulted my tastebuds. Half of the spoon’s contents dripped down my chin.

My crazy boyfriend licked the line of soup right off my neck with a long, languid motion, following the broth from my neck to my chin, tongue rolling across my lips in a rough manner. I opened my mouth to tell him off and ended up with his mouth sealing over mine.

He tasted like wontons and garlic prawn. Ginger and spices from whatever he’d eaten was still fresh on his breath. He kissed me hard, teeth biting at my lower lip when I tried to retreat, tongue sliding against my gums and lips, caressing my palate. He tilted his head to one side, sitting on my thighs, holding my head in place while he devoured me from the mouth down.

My breath hissed from my nose as I fought to focus on something other than the feel of his mouth dominating me. Little sparks of arousal were flowing entirely downward with the slide of his tongue across mine and I lost control of my own reaction.

He pulled back after a while, sucking on my tongue and drawing my attention with the separation of his mouth from mine. A soft chuckle echoed from his throat, “Baby, you want me to kiss you some more?”

I turned my head away, angry.

He ran a hand down my neck and across my shoulder, slowly touching my skin, “I’m going to feed you first, before that.”

“I can feed myself!” I growled.

“If you fed yourself, I would believe that. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you starve? I don’t like seeing you hungry or cold or hurt, baby. I’m going to take good care of you. So if you don’t want your punishment to be worse, open that sexy mouth and say ahh.”

“You’re not-“ A spoon slid to my mouth, interrupting the start of my rant. A mouthful of soup and a meat wonton nudged into my mouth. I swallowed the soup and bit into the fragrant skin of the wrapper. A salty and savoury aroma hit my mouth and I chewed it angrily. It tasted good enough.

He delivered another mouthful of soup to my lips and this time I got the faint bitterness of a green to chew and swallow.

“You don’t-“ I didn’t have a chance to speak as another mouthful of meat and soup touched my lips, not giving me room to complain.

I swallowed another two wontons and some vegetables with a lot of fresh chicken and ginger soup broth. Tasty and refreshing, whetting my appetite.

Whenever I didn’t quite grasp the right amount of soup and it spilled, a tongue slid over my skin, licking up the evidence and teasing my sensitive neck and chin.

He sat on my thighs the whole time, pants warming my legs, pressing only faintly against my naked and exposed cock.

“Do you like garlic prawns, baby?”

“Are you seriously going to hand-feed me a whole lunch?”

“It’s dinnertime.” He said. A second later, the edge of a lump of meat pressed to my lips.

The prawn was bigger than I normally ate, coated in garlic and chili oil, it had a strong spicy aftertaste and the meat was tender, melting on my tongue. I’d never had a prawn like this before. It was actually rather nice.

“Like it?”

I nodded.

“Good boy.” He fed me another one. The prawn was big, even shelled, the whole thing was at least two inches in size and I ate it in two bites.

“What type of prawn is that?”

“It’s a shallow blue-shelled prawn. They come from Aura. The meat is very tender and soft when cooked compared to the ones they farm on the Imperial Star.”

I swallowed and a moment later a spoonful of steamed rice entered my mouth. I hadn’t eaten rice in months. I don’t normally cook and noodles were always faster than making rice.

Aside from being tied up, naked and blindfolded, the food was actually really good. Also, he didn’t weigh much at all. What a hypocrite, telling me to eat more when my legs weren’t even tired after him using me like a stool.

I got another four prawns and a whole bowl of rice before I was full.

He clicked his tongue, “You should eat more.”

“If you force me to eat too much I’ll really be sick.” I grumbled.

“Do you have room for dessert, baby?”

“I don’t like sweet things.”

“It’s not too sweet.” He got off my lap and I heard dishes clinking and movement in front of me. After a moment, there was a pause, “If you finish your dessert, I’ll reduce your punishment for being so bad today.”

“What punishment? Don’t you just want to spank me again, pervert?” I shifted nervously in my binding. My ass was still outwardly sore from last night.

“Not today, baby. You’re still red from our fun last night.” he abruptly dragged the chair to the left and I heard a strange gushing noise- like from a can of whipped cream. “I know you want to come again, but not today.”

That meant, he wasn’t going to fuck me? I frowned. I should be happy, but just the memory of last night made me angry, confused and a little lustful.

“Open your mouth nice and wide for me, baby.” Hot fingers caressed my jaw.

I obeyed the command and a moment later something long and thick and covered in cream slid into my mouth. It was exactly what I thought it was.

I hurriedly swallowed a lungful of cream and tried not to cough it up, the cream was too sweet and filled my whole mouth in fluffy clouds. I had to lean to one side and use my tongue to try and separate the fluid from the twitching thick cock suddenly in between my teeth.

“Don’t bite, baby.” He instructed.

I sure as hell wanted to bite his cock off, but that would only piss him off and I was naked, tied, helpless and in no position to take a beating.

It wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought it would be. His cock was enormous, but he let me control how much was in my lips and I studiously removed the sickening cream from both sides. His precum mixed with the cream, tasting salty and smelling musky. It wasn’t sour like my own sperm. I’d die before I told him it wasn’t too unpleasant.

“Baby, rub the tip with your tongue… yeah, just like that, so good.” He crooned. I rolled my tongue across the slit at the top of his cock, breathing steadily through my nose and swallowing a mouthful of saliva. I didn’t want to drool everywhere, like a well-trained dog or something.

I was swallowing and licking studiously when he shifted forward, giving me another inch to work around. I didn’t choke, but I couldn’t lick it with my tongue and his cock rubbed across the inside of my gums.

“Baby, suck on your dessert properly, now.”

Who wanted this sort of stupid dessert? I rolled my eyes under my blindfold, swallowing and trying to imagine he was an ice-cream about to melt. I would have to touch the inside of the ice-cream with my tongue and suck on the end. A groan and a small thrust told me I was getting closer to doing it right.

“Good boy, your mouth feels so soft and good.” He encouraged.

Who the hell wanted to be told this sort of dirty praise!

I angrily relaxed my throat and surged forward, intending to show him I wasn’t a little kid to coax like this.

This was entirely the wrong move. He groaned deep and a hand caught the back of my head, keeping me from withdrawing. Forcing me to suddenly adapt to more of his cock in my mouth than I was honestly prepared to take.

Tears formed in my eyes as I fought to control my breathing and gagged on his thickness.

He released me slowly and I withdrew my mouth, adjusting my jaw and swallowing hard. My throat hadn’t been prepared and I’d panicked. How was giving head such a stupidly difficult thing?

“Baby…” He guided my mouth closer to his cock and I sucked and licked on his tip, slowly re-acquainting with the whole thing.

In the dirty movies I’d watched, this never took long to get someone off, but this psycho wasn’t like other people.

I took my time, but we still ended up going further than I wanted.

My jaw was starting to hurt and he was holding my head down until I felt his cock brushing the back of my throat, and I knew I was in trouble. I’d drooled all over the side of his shaft, unable to swallow while I was focused on breathing through my nose.

“Baby, you have such a good control of your gag reflex.” He was fucking my mouth in small, shallow bursts when he said this.

This sort of skill was not the sort of thing I wanted to be known for!

I choked and swallowed hard, tears running down my cheeks as I worked at trying to bring this monster to climax with all my effort. If I didn’t, I was pretty sure it’d break my jaw.

Warmth pooled in my stomach as my whole world focused on sucking and swallowing the oozing precum coating the root of my tongue.

The rope was cutting into my legs as I shifted and squirmed, wanting to use my hands one moment and scramble back the next.

“Baby, do you like it?”

I nodded.

The bastard pulled himself out of my mouth, preventing me from finishing him off, “What do you like, baby?”

Not this again. I swallowed and licked my lips, “You want me to say I like sucking your cock, right?”

“Baby, I can tell you like it.” A hand wrapped around my own cock and I startled. I was hard.

Humiliating.

“Do you want me to fuck you again?”

I turned my head away, blushing. Like hell I was going to keep up with this dirty talk.

He laughed and brought my chin back, “Baby, I want to fuck you too, but not tonight.”

He let go of my cock and a moment later, the hot sticky tip of ‘dessert’ pressed against my lips.

I opened up and obediently took him down my throat.

“You look so good right now, hungry for my cock.” He praised, smoothing my hair back from my cheek. “If it were up to me, I’d hide you away in a dark room, making sure to feed your hot mouth every night and fill you up with my load every morning. I want to cover your body with my scent and kiss, little Ling.”

I wanted to tell him to fuck off, but he was holding my head and slamming into my mouth a little faster. I fought not to gag, breathing in small ragged bursts, trying to inhale through my nose in between his cock blocking off my throat.

He drew back abruptly until only his tip rested on my soft tongue, come splurting across the roof of my mouth and half down the back of my throat. I almost inhaled the salty liquid and coughed, swallowing around a suddenly dry mouth and gums.

“Such a good boy, baby.” He tilted my chin and gave me a soft, pliant kiss, moaning. “You make me want to eat you up.”

I turned my head away, flushed and panting still. Why did his orgasm feel more like I was the one who’d lost control? My embarrassment didn’t bother him and he crooned against my chest, giving me a warm embrace, while, I expect, he relaxed from his orgasm.

After a minute he got off my lap and undid the ropes around my forearms but not my body. I came out of the chair.

“Put your hands on the table and don’t move.” He instructed.

I obeyed numbly, I could try and tear my blindfold off, maybe squirm away, but he’d proved that he could get me anywhere and anytime. His control as the hunter outweighed my ability to get free as the prey.

He undid the rope around my balls and cock, taking his time to lightly fondle and caress me until I whimpered. “Oh, baby, you have no idea how badly I want to give you a good hard fucking tonight.”

I remembered how hard he’d wrecked me last night and I clenched my thighs involuntarily, a little precum oozed from my cock in anticipation. He wanted to do it, so why wasn’t he?

Instead he fitted a harness around my hips and locked my cock in a metal cage. I whimpered, trying to squirm free, but he tightened it until I felt a thick ridge between my cheeks. The cage on my cock forced it down and I squirmed, immediately hating it.

“Baby, wiggling your hips isn’t going to make me take it off.” He pinched my thigh and I yelped. “Behave. This is your punishment.”

"I don't like it," I whined. I hated how petulant my voice sounded in that moment.

"I know, baby. You're going wear it all night and all day tomorrow, it’s your punishment for not taking care of yourself." He pulled me against his chest and hauled me around blindly, abruptly hoisting me over his shoulder.

The sheer strength to lift a fully grown man staggered me, and I yelped when I lost my sense of direction, clinging to the bustard’s waist. He patted my thigh, "it’s okay baby, I won't drop you."

He knelt and lowered me gently until I hit soft fabric, must have been the bed. I shivered when he drew the rope over my body slowly, unknotting the elaborate design crisscrossing my chest and arms.

"Like the feel of the rope coming off your pretty red skin, hmm?" He traced the outline of the rope burn with his tongue, teasing my too-sensitive body.

I shook my head, "No, don't tease me like that!"

I got a dark chuckle for my objection, "your cock is leaking precum through the cage, think if I tease your nipples enough you can come?"

"No way!" I shifted, trying to push him away, he caught my searching fingers and kissed them softly before shoving me into the bed. He drew a blanket over my shoulders and waist.

"Be a good boy, I'm sure you have homework to do. Don't stay up late, eat breakfast and lunch. I'll take the cage off after your test tomorrow afternoon."

"What if I have to pee?" I asked.

"You can pee, baby, the cage has a hole." He touched my slick tip with a finger and outlining my slit like he would stick that finger inside. I whimpered, shivering, unsure if I wanted him to do it or not.

"Hmm, you like that, huh?"

I bit my lip. Refusing to admit it.

He snorted, teasing my tip with two fingers lazily, "baby, when you pout I want to fuck that mouth until you're drenched in my cum."

Lewd beast!