“So, why did you call me here?” the angry, impatient man asked.
With a smirk, Danny sat down on the edge of the dresser and answered, “What? Did you forget? I’ve seen your apartment. I thought you were smart; thought you’d be able to figure it out.”
His eyes narrowing, the other man paced, circling like a hawk would his prey. “Well, your message said you needed a favor. Most people come to me for two things, and I know you work for Uncle Sam, but it doesn’t look like you need any money.”
“Nope; that’s not the favor I need.”
Slightly confused, the man tilted his head as if looking at Danny from a different angle would explain his actions, his request. “I can’t believe you think I still do that--that I would agree to do that to you, especially after what happened. And to do it here?” he ended, his voice rising an octave in disbelief as he waved his hand to indicate this specific hotel room.
Danny realized his ploy wasn’t working, and switched tactics. "Somehow I doubt you're out of practice. After all, a man like you can't ignore his baser instincts for very long. You sure you don’t feel the need for vindication? You know he was a cop, I’m pretty close to one. Thought you’d jump at the chance. See, I figured you’d be chomping at the bit to act out some wild revenge fantasy."
With a rueful laugh, the man shouted, “You think I haven’t tried? Please. Scandal hasn’t stopped the parade of women begging for my services; in fact, it’s created a renewed interest. But I haven’t had it in me for months; I just can’t do it.
Danny leaned in closer to the man, and lowered his voice menacingly. “What if I told you that we knew what Strong had done? That we knew you were his next victim? That we knew what he was going to do to you and that I took my sweet ass time getting geared up before I called in the rest of the SWAT team? Think that would change your mind?”
He barely saw the fist just before it connected with his jaw, knocking Danny out.
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Danny came to with his wrists secured around the bedposts. He briefly wondered where the handcuffs had come from, but rapidly remembered that he always carried his with him, and that there was usually a second pair in his car. He pulled on the dual restraints, but they were closed tightly. Struggling to free himself, he took a moment to wonder where Cole Brandt had gone.
Curiously, he felt the cool air assault his skin; he could feel his pants and shorts around his ankles, and saw that his shirt was completely unbuttoned. He opened his mouth to yell and order the bastard to untie him--to tell him he wasn’t ready for this yet. But he couldn’t speak; something was cutting off his air.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see the shiny length of his blue silk tie, the one Rebecca bought him last week because it matched the color of his eyes. It was knotted and twisted around Cole’s hand and he quickly realized why he couldn’t breathe.
Suddenly Danny was wracked with a gut wrenching pain that made him want to puke. Forcing it down, he shook his head trying to clear his thoughts, figure out what had gone wrong and just when it was that he had lost control of the situation. But he was unable to focus as again and again Cole forced himself into Danny. He had given him no preparation, used no lubrication. Instead the man pummeled him with a violent, hate and revenge fueled penetration.
Wrapping his hands around the cuff chains he tried to twist away, tried to fight. But Cole only pulled the tie tighter, and thrust harder, abusing his ass even more. He was so deep Danny could almost taste him, and it hurt so badly that he had to bite his lip to keep from crying.
It went on for what seemed like hours. Muscles stinging, chest burning, lip bleeding, jaw throbbing from where Cole knocked him out--his whole body was one giant, aching pain. He felt Brandt pull out and lean back, and he heard his belt as it slid free of the loops in his pants. Danny braced himself in anticipation of what was next.
But instead Brandt relaxed his grip on the tie and Danny hastily gulped air into his lungs, preparing to yell once again. But Cole was ready, and just as Danny opened his mouth again he yanked on the tie and slapped his ass with the belt. Over and over he brought that strap of leather down across Danny’s buttocks, showing him no mercy.
He jerked and twisted, trying to avoid the stinging blows but it was no use. Danny closed his eyes, scrunching them tightly to hide the hot tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks as Brandt plunged into him again.
After a few minutes, once again Cole stopped mid thrust and loosened his hold on the tie. Danny dragged in a ragged breath but knew it was pointless to try and call for help. This time, Brandt jerked Danny’s hips up closer to him, forcing his face into the sheet and lifting him further onto his knees.
Rising to his feet, knees bent as he straddled Danny, Cole pulled back hard on the tie. Reaching around with his free hand, Cole ruthlessly twisted Danny’s dick, and squeezed his balls tightly. At this point the pain was so great that Danny fervently wished he could just faint.
But Cole wasn’t going to allow that. He began a violent, dry jerk on Danny’s cock, and changed his angle of penetration, mercilessly attacking Danny’s prostrate. Danny felt his cock harden involuntarily with the abuse. And he didn’t want to think about how he was now pushing back, rhythmically meeting the unrelenting thrusts…helping to impale himself.
Again, Danny lost track of time; but he knew he couldn’t take much more. Spots swam before his eyes, and the white sheet beneath him began to fade away with tunnel vision. Just before Danny blacked out, Brandt let go of the tie and fell on top of Danny, burying himself as deeply as possible into the other man. And this time when Danny gasped for air he came harder than he ever had before.
Panting, struggling for breath Danny lifted his head and dragged the pillow down with his teeth. Burying his face into the cool fabric, Danny twisted from side to side, trying to dry the tears before they were noticed.
After what seemed an eternity, Cole unlocked one of the cuffs and pressed the key into Danny’s palm. Then, after a snickering, "Thank you for helping me fix what was wrong," he slammed the door shut behind him.
Danny hurt everywhere. But he’d also never felt more alive.
Realization dawned hard for him as he finally understood the 'why' of Rebecca's
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