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No. 79730
Having been left alone at last, Dan felt relief and yet anger. Anger that seared his very soul at what was happening, at the very nerve this imposter had to be doing what he was doing.
Breaking from his thoughts, he listened for any noise coming from the bedroom. Good. At least the bastard seemed to be asleep.
Moving his hands as much as he could he searched for any knot and yet found nothing. Apparently his imposter was clever enough not to leave it close enough so that Dan might actually be able to untie himself somehow.
Shit.
He then began looking around the room for something nearby which he could cut himself free with but found nothing of use especially considering the lack of light. It was apparent that he had taken the knife with him.
Fuck, this was hopeless.
Suddenly he felt something against his leg followed by a purring noise.
Mr. Mumbles! He thought to himself as he felt a bundle of fluff land squarely on his lap followed by the feel of whiskers against his wound and a concerned mewl afterward.
If only you could understand me and I could talk, you might be able to chew through the ropes. He thought hopelessly although touched that the little cat showed him genuine worry.
As if sensing his thoughts, Mr. Mumbles rubbed her head against Dan's stomach followed by a deep rumbling purr before hopping back down.
Feeling his eyes becoming heavy, Dan tried to fight off sleep. He couldn't allow himself to become more vulnerable than he already was. His eyes slowly blinking, he did the only thing he could do and shook his head in a vain attempt to keep drowsiness at bay. It seemed it had worked for a few minutes and yet again Dan felt himself nodding off.
Funny how on a regular night, he was restless with insomnia and yet tonight of all nights sleep chose to burden him. Fucking irony indeed.
Finally unable to resist any longer Dan fell into a fitful slumber, his head falling back as he snored softly.
With the coming of the morning light, Dan remained unaffected in his rest. He was sure to have quite a pain in his neck when he awoke however judging from the way his head slumped.
Sounds of rustling in one of the far corners of the room threatened to wake him as he stirred slightly, until his eyes cracked open blearily. Not long afterward the sounds of footsteps followed by a painful tearing sensation at his mouth had him awake as the tape was pulled off suddenly.
His hands would've immediately gone to his chin if he were not tied, considering how his goatee had gotten tangled in the sticky mess of tape and therefore jerked roughly, yet surprisingly not removed in the process.
"Hey, that really fucking hurt!" was his immediate response.
Standing over him, his imposter merely grinned that condescending grin of his.
"Now is that any language to use toward someone who has you at their mercy?"
He held out a clear glass with what looked like orange juice and a straw which earned him a disbelieving look from Dan.
"Oh no, it's not drugged. I just don't want you getting dehydrated before the fun is over." The imposter confirmed and yet still nothing.
"Listen, either you can drink or I can pour it down your throat. Either way, it's happening." He spoke rather coldly this time becoming tired of Dan's stubbornness.
Reluctantly, Dan took a drink and held it in his mouth as if checking to see if it had been medicated before taking a few more drinks until it was finished.
"Why are you so insistent that I be healthy, if you only want to hurt me?" He finally asked, his eyes scrutinizing the other.
Imposter Dan thought this over for a moment before the answer came. "You are more or less a pet to me right now or to my cruel devices, Dan. I choose to keep you healthy so that you will be alive longer to be tormented. It wouldn't be fun if you died before you bent to my every whim."
With this said, he reached over to the counter top picking up a black device. "Oh I found this. It should come in handy." He smiled as he held a voice changing device, a red light blinking indicating it had recorded Dan's voice.
A look of shock appeared on Dan's voice before he narrowed his eyes.
"What are you going to do with that?"
The imposter grinned. "My, you really aren't that clever are you? I'd better do something so you can't interrupt."
Picking up a pair of discarded boxers from a pile of dirty clothes, he stuffed them in Dan's mouth.
"That should fix that. Now to business."
With this he pressed a few buttons on the device then picked up Dan's phone, quickly locating Chris's number and pressed speed dial. After a few rings Chris's voice answered. "Hey Dan, what is it?"
Speaking through the device which he held to the phone, the imposter's voice imitated Dan's perfectly.
"Heya, Chris! I just wanted to call and tell you that I will be gone for a few days. It seems that stupid hotel chain I was threatening to sue over the fiasco with that rude bell hop attacking me finally paid off. They've offered me a weeks stay at one of their country resorts. I wish I could invite you, but they didn't extend it to any guests. I'll be taking Mr. Mumbles with me, by the way. Okay yeah..See ya later then."
With that he hung up.
Dan meanwhile had tried to spit out his gag, and desperately tried to alert Chris, however unsuccessfully. Now as imposter Dan approached, he glared as his gag was removed. "I swear if I get my hands on you.." His voice trailed as if woulds could not describe his fury.
"You'll what? You can't do anything, remember?" He reminded him, waving a finger in his face before resting his hand on the others chin and finding his goatee with his thumb, idly petting it.
"There is one thing you can do for me, however." His blue eyes glinted after this sentence leaving the other with a questioning look He was almost afraid to ask considering the look his double had on his face.
"I'm sure you're aware of what fellatio is?" He dared to ask as he fingered the zipper of his own jeans. The look that graced Dan's face told him that he indeed was. "Oh and if you have plans of biting, there's a ball peen hammer on the counter you'll have to contend with if you so much as try."
With that, he unzipped his jeans, his arousal full and erect much to Dan's dismay. His disgust welling up at the thought of having to do this for such a hated enemy though an apparent blush was clear on his face.
"That's right. I want you to be humiliated. Now open up for me." He spoke urging it near Dan's mouth, which remained clamped shut.
"For fuck's sake.." Muttered the other as he moved a hand to his mouth to coax it open, but instead found himself with a bleeding thumb instead.
"You little shit! Is that how it is?" He smirked despite the nice little bite mark he'd received and thrust his length into Dan's mouth despite it all. Stifling a moan, he looked down at him and rested his hand at the back of his head as he forced his arousal down his throat earning a few gagging noises in the process.
"That's right, choke on it."
Dan's eyes gleamed at the other with what was an unmistakable death glare as he forced himself to comply and adjust to the mouthful. He'd never done this which made for a whole new awkwardness.
Sighing, the imposter had figured as much. "You just sit still. I'll do everything."
Dan didn't know whether to be relieved or terrified by this decision but he had little choice regardless.
Slowly thrusting, the imposter smiled somewhat, little gasps escaping his own throat as the sensations began to converge as well as looking upon the other, the realization hitting him at what he was doing to his hostage. He was the dominant one now, and Dan was the weak one yet again. He certainly wasn't so smug like when he'd watched him being apprehended and shoved into a squad car, now was he? That smile had burned into his mind as he was left to rot in jail, thinking of malicious ways to wipe his face clean of such a sickening smirk.
He soon began to pick up the pace, his thrusts causing the other to make more gagging noises as pushed relentlessly with a reckless rhythm. Finally removing himself, remained still for a moment panting roughly as his ejaculate sprayed Dan's face.
Zipping himself back up, he regained his breath only to barely contain a laugh. "So was it good for you too?" Nothing. No response came from Dan. The only thing noticeable was a trembling of both rage and disgust. How he yearned not to be tied right now. How he yearned to tear him limb from bloody limb.
"Oh how, careless of me, I should have made you swallow it." Imposter Dan merely replied at this before going and retrieving a towel and rubbing his captive's face clean.
"I hate you." was the next words from Dan's mouth. This spoken in a controlled yet clearly enraged tone that spoke volumes as to how angry he'd become. Hardly if ever did Dan become this angry so much so that he couldn't even scream and yet here it was, the anger seething and burning through him like a red hot coal.
Shortly afterward, the imposter found himself watching television. He'd become temporarily bored with Dan and had decided to take a break. Mr. Mumbles rested off in the corner with a full tummy next to her bowl.
At least he'd thought enough to feed her, much to Dan's thankfulness even despite the undeniable hatred he felt for him.
Dan took this time to think to himself. He needed a diversion..but what? What could he do to possibly turn things to his advantage? On top of this, he really had to pee badly.
Wait, that was it! It occurred to Dan that if he could convince his captor to let him free long enough to go to the bathroom, then he could end his own torment and exact more revenge of his own.
"Umm..Mr. Imposter?"
That got his attention as he shifted his gaze from the tv to Dan.
"Please, call me Dan." He offered with a smile knowing how this would get on the others nerves.
Dan growled something under his breath "What the hell is your real name anyhow? Probably something lame, no doubt." He mocked hoping to trick his double into giving him his real name.
The imposter merely wagged a scolding finger. "Nice try, but you won't be tricking any personal information out of me. Sorry." He muted the tv, deciding yet again that Dan was more fun than the current daytime tv drivel on the few channels the tv set picked up. He then crossed his arms with his full attention on the one bound and gagged before him. "Was there something you wanted?"
"Sure aside from wanting to knock you clear across the room, I kind of need to go to the bathroom."
Dan gave an annoyed look as his double mulled this over. "Well I don't really like the idea of this place smelling like piss because I refused to let you go. However, you'd better not think of doing something stupid. You'll only make it worse on yourself if you do."
Dan rolled his eyes. "Oh perish the thought." He replied sarcastically and a bit anxious due to the pressure on his bladder.
Giving Dan a dark look, he rose from the couch and thought for a moment of how to go about this without Dan attacking him. Carefully untying the ropes, he picked up the ball peen hammer again as he watched the other stand.
"Remember now, you get any ideas and I'll make sure to put you in your place." He spoke as he raised the hammer to accentuate this.
"Yeah, whatever." Dan replied as he made his way to the bathroom, with his imposter watching from the doorway.
"Figures you'd get a sick thrill from watching." Dan muttered, noticing this as he went about his business.
"I'm just making sure you can't catch me off guard." He merely replied, leaning an elbow against the door frame.
Dan couldn't help but laugh coldly in response. "Whatever gets you off at night." Having finished, he zipped his jeans and then averted his gaze to the front door with a look of intense interest as if something had caught his interest and his imposter's gaze followed his not too long afterward.
Finally..
Dan wasted no time in kicking the hammer from his captor's hand and landing a mean blow to his face nearly knocking him off his feet.
"You really shouldn't have done that.." The imposter seethed before tackling Dan to the grimy tile floor, both men wrestling for the upper hand.
"Done what? Knock that ugly smile off your face?" Dan retorted as he fought hard, trying to right himself from being pinned so that he could kick the others teeth out of his mouth. This however was easier said than done as his imposter finally managed to straddle him, not only making for an awkward situation but a dangerous one as he thought hard about how to restrain Dan with no restraints readily available here.
"You should have known better than to do that." He snarled as he carefully stood and forced Dan to stand with him, keeping his arms in a locked position so that should he fight more he would easily break his wrists. What followed next was Dan being slammed hard face first against the bathroom wall the imposter's hot breath against the side of his face. The tone in his voice laced with that of venom as he spoke..
"I take it from your lack of cooperation that you want to suffer more, am I correct?"
seconds ticked by, no response..
Growing frustrated by this the imposter jerked him back from the wall, only to ram Dan's head against it, blood seeping from one of his nostrils.
"ANSWER ME!"
Dan flinched at the new pain in his face before he found his voice.
"No, of course not."
Defiance was still clear in his voice. At least he'd given his so called look alike a swollen black eye. Though not nearly considered a victory, Dan still felt smug about this to an extent.
The imposter sneered at his response, his face inching closer to that of Dan's. "You know what? I've been dying for a reason to make you scream like the bitch you are. Just make one more screw up and so help me I'll make good on it."
Dan's eyes widened with terror at this. Just what the hell was he implying? The possibilities made him feel extremely uncomfortable to put it lightly.
Being forced back into the living room, imposter Dan grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the coffee table which he'd found in his hostage's bedroom previously and led him to the ancient radiator which sat off in the corner where he was cuffed leaving one hand free.
Reaching a hand to Dan's hair, he grabbed a handful pulling it roughly and forcing him to look him in the eyes.
"Listen to me now and listen good. I'm going to go get groceries, seeing as how you barely keep this place stocked. If I come back and you've done anything I don't like, I'll have to see how keen you are on having your skin exposed to battery acid."
Dan had nothing to say once more. Too frustrated from his botched attempt at freeing himself and setting things right. Too filled with anger that caused his stomach to churn from the sheer intensity of it all. He merely sat silently on the floor watching the other and careful not to give him the satisfaction of a response of any sort.
The imposter rolled his eyes at this. "I'll be back shortly. Remember what I've said."
With this, he scanned the room with his eyes, making sure there was nothing Dan could possibly do to jeopardize his plan. Finally he seemed content in his conclusion, and he headed out the door locking it behind him.
Dan sighed audibly at this. Yet again his mind was busy trying to come up with a way to release himself from this situation. For that matter his imposter would likely not waste much time with his outing as he'd made it clear how he intended to keep him hostage for awhile.
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