Hunted for the Holidays

Chapter 5

5

ABUSE ME BY EXHABIT

T he sound of thick snow crunching beneath my boots rips through the serene silence of the woods as I stomp through the trees. Each step pulls me deeper into my thoughts and further away from the mess I just left behind me.

Yesterday was wrong. I shouldn’t have enjoyed playing with Derek’s little toy as much as I did, but Charlotte’s tear-filled eyes and innocent fear as she choked on my cock were intoxicating. It was as if she was fucking made for me– no , for us . Our perfect little pet. But that’s ridiculous. She’s a toy to be used, nothing more. We should have fucking killed her when we had the chance.Then it could’ve been just me and Derek, alone and together–the way it was always meant to be.

His dad married my mom when I was thirteen, and I was so excited to finally have an older brother. What really caught me off guard was the feeling I got in my stomach when I met him, though. He was attractive, but his confidence and charm was so magnetic that I became obsessed with him from day one. No other person had ever called to me like that before. Deep down, I knew the way I felt about him was wrong. The fantasies I let play in my head when I jerked off; the wanting him. It was all so wrong. But I couldn’t help it. Everything about him is dangerously seductive, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to clear the haze that settled over me when I was around him.

Sure, I’ve dated, I’ve fucked around, and gender has never fucking mattered. But no matter what hole I found my dick in, it was always him I thought about. Every. Fucking. Time. He consumed my mind–like a goddamn snake, he slithered into my subconscious, and before I even realized it, I was utterly consumed by him.

My obsession grew to levels that some might consider unhealthy. I watched him constantly, hoping to find some way to connect with him and help him see me as more than his little stepbrother. Some might call it stalking, but that sounds bad… it’s not like Derek was ever in danger. The women he fucked were, though. Every single time I watched him railing another stupid bitch, I saw red. Each time I saw him sink into a tight hole that wasn’t mine, the obsessive rage grew stronger. Then he was taken from me.

Fucking Kit set him up. He stole what was mine. He was responsible for all my pain and misery. He was the reason that Derek was behind bars and out of my reach for years. He needed to die.

During the time my brother was away, my possessive obsession shifted. I became consumed with thoughts of revenge. I knew that if I could just prove to Derek how much he needed me, if I could show him the lengths I was willing to go to for him, that he’d finally realize I was worthy of his fucking attention. That our connection and the loyalty I have for him is deeper than anything he’s ever had with any random fuck-toy.

Everything was going perfectly to plan–the plan I meticulously constructed over the last seven fucking years–until her . Charlotte sliced through my plan faster than that arrow cut through Kit’s leg.

The fucking slut was never supposed to be there. She was not part of the plan. And now, I’m completely at a loss for what to do. On the one hand, I could kill her, and then it would just be me and my brother–the way it’s meant to be. But on the other hand, our innocent little captive is becoming addictive. Our sweet little pet, secured in her cage, there to be played with when we want.

Maybe I can use her. Perhaps, if I’m willing to share, it could help convince Derek that we’re meant to be something more than just step-brothers. The thought of how he eyed my hard cock as I pulled it out, the tiny bit of surprise that crossed his eyes as he saw the hoop through the tip, has it straining against my zipper. His eyes tracked every thrust as I used Charlotte for my pleasure and put on a show for him. And when I finally came and pumped her mouth full of my hot cum, I saw the way he reached down to adjust himself. There’s no denying he was as turned on by me as he was by the cunt he was feasting on…

Fuck, she really could be the key to it all. An image begins to form in my mind; me rutting into her while Derek fucks me from behind, forcing me deeper into her with every single punch of his hips. Blood pounds straight to my cock as I imagine the three of us together. I’m half tempted to pull my cock out right here and rub one out at the thought of it when a voice up ahead stops me dead in my tracks.

“Over here!” someone calls out, ripping me away from my newly-formed fantasy. “I think I see some tracks!”

Distinctly male. Multiple. North to northeast. Roughly 300 yards ahead. No sounds of snowmobiles.

My military training instantly kicks in, alerting me to the invasive presence. With the lightest of steps, I creep to a vantage point between the trees. A search party is down below. They appear to be tracking the path Kit and my little pet were on.

“It looks like something happened here,” some blonde-haired fucker in a tactical outfit shouts to the others, bending to the ground and digging into the snow. “There’s blood in the snow. Something bad definitely happened.”

Shit .

“We should spread out. Teams of two. Recovery is our mission.”

Double shit .

“Remember,” the blonde fuckwad addresses the others who appear to be under his command, “We were paid to find her and bring her back alive. She’s very valuable. We need to make sure she’s brought back alive and… intact.”

Intact? What the fuck?

Are these fuckers seriously here to bring her back as a virgin? What the hell kind of shit is that?

“What about the male?” one of the others asks.

“He’s not the priority. If found together, return together. If found separate, our priority is to bring her back.”

“This must be a golden fucking cunt for the amount they’re paying us to return it,” another of the men laughs, the others quickly joining in.

My jaw tenses, red-hot anger flowing through my veins.

She’s not theirs to talk about that way. Her pain, her tears, her blood, her cunt are ours . She belongs to us now. Fuck these assholes and fuck whoever is paying them. Finders keepers, assholes.

“That’s enough,” the leader quips. “Her value lies solely in the payout we will receive when she’s returned home. If found, she’s not to be touched. Do I make myself clear?”

The other men grumble but I can’t make any of it out from here.

“There’s a large storm coming in the next three days,” he continues. “We need to collect the target and move out before that happens. Understood?”

As the leader creates teams and assigns routes to each, I stealthily sneak away.

This isn’t good.

We need to keep Charlotte tied up and hidden away in our cabin. If they find the opportunity to take her, they will. We have plenty of weapons in the cabin–certainly enough to defend ourselves against a pair of unsuspecting men, should one of the groups stumble upon us. It’s unlikely, though. If they follow the trail that leads to Kit’s frozen remains, it will lead them on a convoluted and complex path, in the complete opposite direction from the cabin. It should take them at least until the storm rolls in to follow the trail to Kit, which will keep them far away from us, and after that, we should be safely snowed in for months. That gives us plenty of time to play with our captive and for me to use her to show Derek just how good I can make him feel.

I make my way back towards our cabin, careful to cover my tracks as I go. These men might be professionals–at least I assume they are from the type of gear they were carrying–but that doesn’t mean they can’t be easily fooled. By the time they figure out that the trail they’re on leads them in a circle, the storm will have rolled in and they’ll be forced to leave our mountain.

The sound of a twig snapping gives me pause. I listen carefully, holding my breath to avoid making even the faintest of noise.

Nothing.

Slowly, my eyes scan the trees, looking for the slightest movement or the tiniest shift in the shadows, but all is still. Eerily fucking still.

My hackles raise, goosebumps spreading across my skin as the heavy weight of an unknown gaze settles on me and I know I’m not alone. The sun has moved behind some clouds, darkening the sky. Twisted shadows of the angled pines streak the surface of the snow. As slowly as I can, I move my hand towards the knife sheathed on my belt. My fingers itch to feel the worn leather handle of my blade in my palm, yet I dare not move too fast, unless it’s the last thing I do.

Without warning, something is forced across my neck, ripping me backward. The material digs into my skin, crushing my windpipe as my back hits something hard and solid–a man. Instinctually, my hands go to my throat, trying to relieve the pressure and allow air back in.

“And what do you think you’re doing out here, all alone, little hunter?” the deep timbre of a male voice growls against the shell of my ear.

I can’t answer him–not with the leather held tightly across my neck. It feels like a soft leather belt, one my fingers can’t seem to get a good grip on as I fight against his punishing hold. He’s bigger, taller, stronger. I try to gain a hold, but it’s no use. I’m fucking trapped, at his mercy.

“Are you out here looking for trouble?” His deep baritone rumbles against my core as he speaks again, not letting up on his punishing hold. Black spots dance across my vision from the lack of oxygen, the world shrinking in front of my eyes. My lungs burn and my heart pounds in my ears as I slowly start to lose the strength to fight back.

Just as darkness threatens to pull me under, he loosens his hold and shoves me to my knees. I fall hard, desperately gasping for air as I struggle to keep myself upright. His fingers move swiftly, threading the end of the belt through the buckle and pulling the loop tightly around my throat. He pulls on the end in his hand, forcing me to lift my head back up towards the sky. I’m like a fucking dog on a leash.

The man circles around in front of me and I finally get a clear view of my captor. He’s tall and muscular but lean, outfitted in a black long sleeve shirt, an open winter jacket, dark jeans, and boots. His face is covered in a black balaclava concealing almost all of his face, but his eyes tell me all I need to know. His dark gaze is dangerous, full of a possessive fury that sets my entire being on fire.

“If you don’t want to be choked unconscious, you’ll do exactly what I say,” he commands in that same deep tone. “Are you going to be a good boy?”

I glare back at him defiantly. I’m not sure what his endgame is here, but I’m sure as shit not enjoying whatever the hell he’s playing at right now.

My lack of response is apparently unsatisfactory, as he pulls the belt harshly, the leather cutting into my skin and cutting off my air again. I manage to glance at the man in front of me and notice the more than obvious bulge in his jeans. He’s clearly getting off on my pain. Asshole.

“Let’s try that again,” he says as he loosens his hold slightly so that I’m able to suck in a small amount of air. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

Grinding my molars, I consider reaching for my knife to stab him, but that might get messy. I’ll play his game for a minute and see where this is going. I nod my head as much as I’m able to with the belt still looped tightly around my throat.

“Good boy,” he praises. The words shoot straight to my dick and it thickens behind my zipper. “Now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

What the fuck?

When I hesitate, he pulls again. My air constricts and my hands fly to my belt to grab for my knife, but he’s quicker. With the toe of his boot, he kicks my hand away. “Don’t make me tie you up. I want you to be able to use your hands for what I have in store for you, my little hunter.”

A moment passes, then another, before I reluctantly follow his orders and stick out my tongue. He growls as his other hand twists into the hair on the nape of my neck, forcing my head back until my eyes meet his. The mask hides his mouth, but I can see the satisfied smirk lighting up his dark eyes.

“Take out my dick” he demands, his voice laced with a desperate need that I haven’t heard before.

As quickly as I can, I undo the button of his jeans and release the zipper. My hand brushes against his hard abs as my fingers dip beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. He’s warm and hard in my palm as I pull him out. I’m desperate to look, but his fingers tighten their hold on my hair, making sure my eyes stay locked on his the entire time.

Lust swirls in the inky darkness of his pupils as I wrap my hand around his length. Shit, he’s big. From the feel of him in my palm, he’s longer than me. Thick veins run down his shaft and precum leaks from his tip. Dragging the rough pad of my thumb over the velvety skin of his cockhead, I feel my own dick grow painfully hard in the confines of my pants.

“Such a desperate fucking whore, aren’t you? So willing to be on your knees sucking a masked stranger's cock.”

He growls and I strain my neck to nod.

He tugs on my hair, creating a harsh sting across my scalp, “Words, little hunter.”

My mouth starts to water around my outstretched tongue, evidence of just how right he is. I’m feral, absolutely desperate to taste him. “Yes,” I finally manage before sticking my tongue back out.

“You want to taste me, little hunter?”

Something halfway between a murmur and moan slips out as I lick my lips in anticipation.

“Good fucking boy,” he croons before roughly shoving his length into my awaiting mouth.

I gag at the intrusion as his cock punches the back of my throat, but that doesn’t slow him in the slightest. Holding the belt tightly in one hand, so I can barely breathe and my hair in the other, I’m completely at his mercy.

He pounds into my mouth savagely, choking me with every last inch as his balls slap against my chin. “Fuck,” he moans, throwing his head back. “Your throat feels so damn good,” he exhales with an exasperated sigh.

My hands move to his muscular thighs, bracing myself and trying to remain upright as he roughly fucks my face. I struggle to breathe, trying to stay relaxed, but his movements seem to be fueled by rage and he punishes my throat with each bruising thrust. I start to use the tip of my tongue to massage the base of his shaft with each brutal stroke, and I can feel him pulse against me. He likes that.

“Yes,” he moans. “Use your tongue to make me feel good, little hunter. Now pull out your own cock and stroke it,” he commands.

I can’t deny him. I’d never deny him.

Fumbling with my own pants as he continues his assault, I struggle to free myself. I mumble and moan around his cock, but that only seems to drive him to fuck me harder. I’m finally able to undo my pants and boxers, pushing them down enough that my hard cock springs free. The air is frigid, but the relief of being able to touch myself is immediate.

“Fuck your hand. Let me see how much you love being used as my little fuck toy.”

He’s not wrong. I do love it. Smearing the bead of precum from my pierced tip, I fist my length. My hand moves hard and fast, trying to match the speed of his pistoning hips. The taste of his salty precum leaks onto my tongue, and fuck me if it isn’t the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.

“I’m going to come!” he yells out into the emptiness of the forest surrounding us. “Swalllow every fucking drop and I’ll let you come after.”

He growls as warmth fills my throat, his cock throbbing violently against my tenderized flesh as he splatters me with his cum. I greedily suck it down, savoring every last fucking drop of his release. I can barely breathe, but I’ll gladly suffocate if it means I die in this intense pleasure.

He pulls his spent cock from the warmth of my mouth and releases my hair, the ghost of his touch leaving tingles radiating across my scalp. He tucks himself away, then crouches down before me. His heated gaze assesses me, his eyes searching my face as I pump my cock, desperate to follow him into bliss.

He finally rips the mask off his face and spits down onto my hard length, his warm saliva hitting my skin and his tattoo-covered digits wrapping around my own. The heat of his palm bleeds into the back of my cold hand as he guides my motions.

“Fuck yourself, little hunter. Let me see just how much you enjoyed sucking my dick and drinking down my cum.”

His filthy words and his touch push me over the edge, and I plunge into ecstasy. My mind and vision go blank, pleasure shooting through my entire being. I scream out into the void as rope after rope of sticky cum covers us both. Euphoric electricity shoots through me.

When I finally come back down, he releases his hold, and I immediately miss the feeling of his touch. He removes his belt and stands above me, a dangerous and imposing figure staring down at the desperate mess beneath him.

“Let’s get cleaned up and return to our captive, little brother,” Derek states before turning on a heel and heading back towards the cabin.