Flying High

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It was a heat that Flynn had never experienced before. The sensation of electric currents running up and down his spine caused the knight to shift restlessly on the bed he laid upon. This wasn’t the first time that he had woken up in this type of situation. No, far from the first time that Flynn had been taken advantage of and given something that caused a shudder to run down his back, and a tingling feeling to run down his body towards his feet, up his thighs, and into his groin causing him to become hard.

Trying to open his eyes was too painful. The light in the room had caused his head to throb in protest, so the knight kept his eyes shut against the light that seemed to be able to cut through the darkness of his shut eye lids anyway. His body, even though Flynn was still, felt like it was spinning and rocking around through the air aimlessly. The sensation of being separated from his body and barely hanging onto consciousness scared him. It was the loss of control and not knowing what would happen next that worried him more than anything. “Wha-”

When he tried to speak, gloved fingers brushed over his lips causing his speech to stop as he heard a dark chuckle. “These drugs are working marvelously.”

The voice sounded familiar, but Flynn couldn’t quite place the voice. The hand trailed down his neck, causing those electric currents of pleasure to assault his senses over and over again. He twitched and squirmed as he could vaguely make out people talking in the room, but each time he tried to focus on the words to figure out what was going on, the worse his dizziness got.

“I told you they would. Though, I wonder do you think he would have done what you wanted anyway?” The other voice was light and playful, and definitely someone Flynn didn’t know. Twitching he tried to open his eyes, but again the light burned and he cried out softly. A large hand covered his furrowed eyebrows and eyes trying to keep him from opening them right away.
“No, he’s too much of a prude.” The voice sounded amused as the thumb stroked over his parted lips causing the knight to gasp. What was this about? What was going on? It hurt too much to think right now, so he just laid there on the bed, his body trembling and clothed in nothing but a sheet.

“I’ll give you this, he’s quite well endowed and he’s beautiful.” A hand drew down his chest tweaking one of his nipples causing the knight to arch his body off the bed.

“So sensitive. Is that also due to the concoction you fixed him?”

A gentle laugh, “No, he’s just unusually sensitive. Especially on his back.”

Before Flynn could figure out what was going on, he had been turned on his stomach and the sheet had been pulled down his body to his lower back. The cold air hitting the large scar made him shiver. “Try it.”

A gentle hand pushed over his scar causing Flynn to cry out as he shivered and pushed himself against the bed. The coldness on his erection and the way his body felt as he swam against the sheets felt nice. It kept him in a dreamy state as he continued to push himself against the cold sheets over and over again. “Look at him...”

A hand reached between his cheeks rubbing over the sensitive entrance causing Flynn to gasp. That part of him didn’t even resist as a finger pushed into his body. Slowly his hips bucked, and he pushed back on onto the digit eagerly. “He’s beautiful, almost feral like this. We should do this again sometime soon...”

The intruding finger withdrew from Flynn’s body and he arched once more. It felt foreign and yet he was turning again. That’s when he heard a voice next to his ear, “Flynn you should sit up...”

Strong hands guided him to sit up, but it almost felt as if he couldn’t keep his head straight. His hands were pulled out from under the sheets as the sheet was then taken away completely. The cold air frazzled and touched each nerve in his body making it sing. His hips pushed up into the air over and over again as the stimulation from just the chilly air of the room caused him to move around.

Another chuckle and then a kiss was placed to his lips, one that Flynn could barely reciprocate. The lips felt familiar, and he realized that he was with at least one person who knew him. Hands pushed his thighs open as another low chuckle was given. “Would you like to test him out?”

“I’d like to see how he fucks.”

The request went over the blonds head again. What was going on? When had his body become so light, and why was his head detached from his body. The different sensations continued to keep him hard, horny and disoriented. If he had been able to understand the situation, he would have been ashamed of himself and angry at the people who used him like this. But right now, all he wanted to do was swim in the bliss and hazy pleasure he could register. “I can arrange that.”

It felt like ages before there was a touch to his abdomen, and then a hand gripped his member and slowly pumped it. Without restraint Flynn’s hips jutted up hard and eagerly. It must have been easy for whoever was touching him. “I’ve never seen him so feral and unrestrained. It’s a waste that he’s so shy normally...”

“I’m sure you can train him to be more like this eventually.” The door opened and shut in the background again. The hand left Flynn’s member as he groaned and a pressure dipped into the bed and as he tried to reach out, his hands were caught. Lips brushed against his fingertips, and before he knew what was happening his hands were wrapping around a slender body.

A tightness slid over his cock as Flynn thrust forward. There was a soft cry and a breathy laugh from the bedside. “Be careful, he could break you in half with how aroused he is right now. But, remember you’re here to give us a show. Make him perform.”

The person on top of him said nothing as he guided Flynn’s hands to hold onto his slender hips. The hips felt so familiar to him, but there wasn’t much to go on for right now. All he could recognize was that someone had taken him and had engulfed him into the heat of their body. His fingers tightened and he started to thrust up into the body eagerly. Lips found his and again he tried to open his eyes. It was too much, the light was too bright! He clamped his eyes shut again and gave another thrust into the sensitive body he had been given. Over and over he pumped his hips eagerly into the waiting body. His hands rubbed up the person’s sides and down again as he leaned forward letting his weight settle onto the person’s back.

A soft whimper and a sigh came from the other person. His hips rubbed forward harder and eagerly as whoever he was fucking continued to make soft noises and sighs. Once the stranger started to get louder, Flynn got rougher.

“Look at him, he’s wild!” The third person in the room exclaimed with a soft laugh.

The words registered, but didn’t sink in. All that Flynn could feel was the tightness against his erection, and the heat that he was driving into. Again and again he continued to drive until he finally reached his first of many climaxes for the night. Driving into the sweet heat, and into the willing pliable body on top of his, it felt like the pleasure was carrying him up higher than he had ever been before.

It wasn’t long until the person who he had been fucking finally came with a strangled groan. Then the tightness was gone. A soft whimper left Flynn as he continued to buck and a hand stroked over his arousal taking him in a hold. “Look even though he’s had so much fun already he’s still hard.”

“Then maybe we should call another?” The soft voice of the other man’s companion intoned dryly.

“No. I think that’s enough. If the drugs wear off too soon, then we’ll be in trouble.” The hand continued to pump him, and Flynn reached out, his hand joining the one that continued to rub and stroke him. After a few more pumps his hips started to twitch and his thrusts became more urgent. Lips danced around the head of his member causing Flynn to let out a strangled cry.

“So beautiful and dirty.”

With another thrust Flynn felt himself plummet from the height of pleasure. With this he screamed his lips parting. He didn’t know if he was actually screaming, but his body jerked and twitched as his arousal throbbed and his chest heaved. His mind barely was able to register the lips against his ear, “Good boy.”

The words drew a shiver from his spine, and after a second everything went black.

It was a long time before Flynn could regain consciousness. When he did, he just laid in the bed staring at the ceiling. Next to him asleep was Vincent, and the other seemed to be a light sleeper so the blond knight avoided making any sudden moves. Trying to think back to the night before, he rubbed at his face and sighed.

What exactly had happened? He wasn’t sure, but Flynn only remembered being invited to dinner. The rest of the evening was a big blank. Had he had too much to drink?

Shaking his head out once more, Flynn touched the other’s back and brushed hand over his shoulder and over the sheet. He vaguely remembered the words good boy. A shiver ran down his spine as he let his hand fall back to the sheets again, his other covering his eyes as he tried to figure out what had happened.

Little did he know the older man wasn’t asleep. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat as he looked over at his device. The other may not have remembered what happened, but he had all the footage he needed.

Flynn sighed and curled back up as he let an arm rest over Vincent’s waist. The blond fell back into an uneasy slumber as the elder male plotted his next move against the weary knight.