Road Trip Romp
"Snail, are you ready to go yet?"
"Uh, hold on, just... Just give me a minute!"
Daniel huffed and impatiently tapped his foot. They'd had weeks to get everything together! But they weren't running all that late, at least. Only by a couple minutes. Thankfully, going to an amusement park didn't require the most fine-tuned of itineraries, but that didn't mean he wanted to dawdle. The earlier they got there, the more they could do!
Finally, they came barreling down the stairs, hands wildly feeling around their pockets.
"Okay," they breathed out with a too charming Grin aimed his way. "Think I'm ready."
He cocked his head and crossed his arms. Hm. Something was a little off about this. They looked a little too put together. And there was a spark in their eye that gave them away. Now wasn't the time to worry about it, though. Whatever mischief they wanted to get up to would certainly wait until Snail got bored.
"And you've got everything?" he asked, looking them over. Their pockets looked full, but it never hurt to double check. "Phone, wallet? All the keys?"
"Pretty sure you've got the car key," they said as they gave themself one last pat down. "But other than that, yeah. What about you?"
He patted his own pockets, where his phone and his wallet both stuck out about halfway. "I have all I need. Everything's already been put in the car." He put a finger up and continued, "And yes, I did pack extra snacks, just in case. Last time was a mistake that's not going to be repeated, I promise."
They let out a snort and poked his nose. "Good. We don't need a certain someone getting grumpy again."
"Anyway," he stressed as he handed over the keys, "let's get going, shall we?"
Smoothly, they took him by the hand and opened up the front door, one arm sweeping toward the car in a dramatic motion. It was the picture of playful, romantic chivalry and he all but swooned at the gesture. With a soft laugh, he bounded up ahead, the thrill of the day ahead already seeping into his bones.
"You're certainly being a gentleman right now," he noted when they also took it upon themself to open the car door for him. "What's the catch?"
They faltered for just a moment, then let that smooth grin cover up the fact that he just caught them red-handed. "Catch? C'mon, you don't think I can be romantic just for the hell of it?"
"Oh, don't get me wrong, I know you can." After giving them a quick kiss to the cheek, he took his seat and shot a knowing smile up at them. "But you're not hard to read, Snail. You've got something planned, I just know it."
They stepped in the way of the door and propped their arm against the car roof. "Oh yeah? And what do you think that is?"
"As if I could even begin to guess. You're easy to read, not predictable."
Something about them changed. It wasn't any individual part, but a culmination of little details his eye picked up. A quick breath, the sudden squaring of their shoulders. That half-lidded gaze locked onto him, slowly raking over, drinking in every last detail. Down... Then back up. Lips parted. Pupils blown.
Cocking an eyebrow up, he casually asked, "Can I help you?"
"Nah. Just looking."
"Looking like you want to eat me alive, more like it."
"Huh. Guess you're right, then." They grinned. "I am pretty easy to read."
Was it strange to realize that he had no means of getting out? Sure, he could scramble over the driver's seat and go that way, but could he do it before being grabbed? No way in hell. And with Snail completely blocking the normal way outâ very purposefully, in hindsightâ he was, for all intents and purposes, trapped. His only hope was that they were just trying to rile him up. After all, why would they strike right now?
"There's plenty of time in the day for you to fuck me," he said, trying his best to sound unaffected by the dominating air they gave off. "And plenty of public restrooms you could pull me in for just that."
They leaned in closer, even more imposing, and grabbed his chin. "Yeah? Already thinking about your cute little ass being filled? Just need it that bad?"
His mouth went dry.Â
No. No. He wasn't thinking about that. Of course not. Why would he be?
Sure, maybe when he picked his outfit today, he kept in mind the way it hugged his curves. How the tank-top would ride up just enough to show off a sliver of his stomach if he raised his arms. How his shorts cupped his ass and showed off what at one point he would've called 'too much' skin. And maybe his motivation was to be just a little tantalizing for them. That didn't mean he was already thinking about getting railed.
That was for later.
"What, no sass for me?"
He blinked several times as he forced himself out of his own head. Now there was a hand on his thigh. Heavy and firm. Almost squeezing.
"Since I'm not one to disappoint, here's a little something just for you," he said as he grabbed their hands and pried them off. "You don't need to project your libido onto me. I know I'm irresistible, but you could at least give it the old college try. Especially since we have plans."
They rolled their eyes, then suddenly grabbed both his thighs and pried them open. "Well, I got plans of my own. Be a good boy and sit still for me."
Heat surged through his face. He tried to squeeze his legs shut, but as usual, they were far too strong for him to even have a hope. And as soon as his hands moved to try and help, they swiftly snagged his wrists in their firm grasp and pinned them above his head.
"What're you doing!?" he snapped, voice pitching up in combined outrage and desire. "Snail, I swear to godâ"
"Calm down, I'm just getting you ready for the trip."
Their free hand yanked down his shorts and panties in one fell swoop, freeing his half-hard dick. He bit down on his lip and successfully blocked a moan from spilling out. Snail left his clothes hanging around his knees in favor of grabbing at his bare thigh. It was rough, almost bruising, and very much put his willpower to the test.
Daniel swallowed down a gulp of air. "I don't see how this is getting me ready..."
"I mean, you get so bored during the ride that you just sleep through most of it," they explained. A finger traced up the length of his dick, making his hips jolt. "So I figured I'd help keep you awake. But, you know, I can't really do that if I'm driving."
"So what the hell is your game plan?" he bit out. Fuck. That was less fiery and more pitiful than he would've liked. Guess he couldn't sound like he won't take shit with his shame out in the open like this. "Get me hard and leave me here to wiggle in my seat? That way you get to 'help me stay awake' and have a little show for the ride?"
They reached into their pocket, making him whimper at the loss of contact. "Nah, I'm not really feeling that sadistic right now. You disappointed?"
"Oh, very. But I'll find a way to get through these trying times."
"There's that sass," they muttered affectionately as they pulled outâ oh god, one of his ties!?Â
"Hey!" He tried to pull his hands free, but they swiftly looped the tie around his wrists and bound him to the oh-shit handle. "Snail! Snail! You better let me go right now, or else...!"
"Now that's a pretty sight," they cooed and pulled back just enough to look him over. "But you're missing a little something. Dunno what it could be, though."
He shot them a luke-warm glare. "The free use of my hands, perhaps?"
"No."
"Of course not."
Without skipping a beat, they pulled out a bottle of lube and began to slick up a couple fingers. His body reacted instantly. An ache built up inside him and he slipped down in his seat, legs spreading open to give them all the room they needed to do, well... Whatever they wanted to him. At this point, fighting wouldn't get him out of this soon-to-be-sticky situation, so why not enjoy it?
A finger prodded at his hole.
"You want it?" Snail asked with that god-forsaken smarmy Grin. "Looks like you do. Weren't you just yelling at me a minute ago?"
"Haven't you learned by now that I yell just to hear my own voice?" Daniel shifted in his seat, looking anywhere but at them as his face grew warm. "You've already tied me up, so I figure you've earned your prize. Doesn't mean I can't complain about it..."
They pushed in and earned a high-pitched squeak from him. "Don't worry, princess, I'll make sure you have a great time. Just good feelings for the next two hours, yeah?"
His fists clenched as little jolts of pleasure went through him. In, out, in, out, in... That was all he could think about for a couple of too-long seconds. Then, with a sharp breath, he said, "Oh, lovely to hear. I'll make sure to give you a five-star rating when you're done."
"I only need one," they countered with a wink.
As if being fingered didn't make him flustered enough, they just had to be sweet, too? Today just wasn't his day.
Soon a second one joined the first, properly stretching him open with each wonderful pump. It was slow and further sweetened by an accompanying hand on his dick. His mouth fell open and soft noises spilled out of him. Don't be too loud, do you want the neighbors to hear?
"How's it feel?" they asked as their fingers found his prostate. For once, they didn't abuse it, instead just barely touching on it with each pass. "Good?"
He nodded absent-mindedly.
Snail laughed and, to his despair, pulled their fingers out. "Didn't even need to ask. Bet you're ready for more now, huh?"
A brief couple of seconds was all he needed to start thinking again. Suspicious, but not enough to close his legs about it, he watched them reach into their pocket and pull out....
Ah. His vibrating dildo. Or, well, one of them. One of the bigger varieties. Not as big as Snail themself, but he'd learned by now that they could be a little calculating when it came to these sorts of escapades. This was a dildo that said their aim was to satisfy, but not spoil.
After all, they'd want him begging for their cock by the end of the trip.
"I'm still not sure what you want from this," he said as Snail lubed up the dildo. "If you're trying to edge me, then whyâ"
"Daniel."
"Hm?"
"You're thinking too much."
"I am not."
"Oh yeah? Then I guess you just didn't hear me earlier," they teased in tandem with the dildo nudging against his ass. "I don't wanna edge you. I'm just gonna leave you tied up with a thick toy in your ass and let whatever happens happen."
"...You can't be serious."
"C'mon, you really think I'm not? This is sex we're talking about."
"You know what, you're so right," he dryly admitted, though he knew his face was embarrassingly red. "When sex is your primary love language, you can't do anything but take it seriously."
They eased the dildo into him, stopping after about an inch. "Actually, that quiz you showed me said it was physical affection. And gift giving, I think."
"That's what I just said."
"Oh yeah?" Another inch. This time, he crumbled under the feeling of being stretched just the tiniest bit. "'Cause my dick is such a gift to the world? You just can't even think to live without it?"
He took a deep breath as little jolts of pleasure started working their way through him. "Oh, yes...!"
"You mean that?" they teased and pressed onward, not stopping until the dildo was fully seated inside him. "Or you just moaning about it?"
Click. Click. The dildo started vibrating inside him. His moans only got stopped by one final, heated kiss from Snail while their hands slipped under his shirt and played with his nipples. It was heaven. If he hadn't been all tied up, he would've pulled them on top of him and demanded they rail him hard enough to make him see stars.
But this was good enough. For now.
"You're so hot," Snail breathed out when they pulled back, dark eyes tracing over him for the millionth time. "Can't wait to see you cum all over yourself. Again and again and again."
With the door slammed shut and Snail having quickly made their way into the driver's seat, the two of them got started on what Daniel figured would be the most unorthodox road trip of his life. Luckily for him, they hadn't set the dildo to max. Once the city had faded from view, he'd managed to scrounge up enough brain cells to act somewhat normal.
"You know something, Snail?" he asked staring out the window at the other cars on the highway. "You're really lucky we have tinted windows."
"Oh yeah?"
Daniel hummed, though it was really more of a moan, and shot them a glance. "Otherwise everyone would be able to see me with my dick out. And I don't quite feel like getting stared at for some kink."
They cocked an eyebrow. "You know the windows aren't that tinted, right?"
His heartâ and his dickâ jumped. "E-Excuse me?"
"Wait, you really don't?" A laugh that would've sounded delightful in any other circumstance filled the car. "Yeah, you can totally see in. I mean, I guess you wouldn't be able to see really small details, but like... As much shit as I give your dick, it ain't tiny."
Oh god. Oh god. No, that couldn't be right. Right? He'd seen his car from the outside before and he couldn't see in. Was that just him? Was he remembering wrong? Were his eyes really that bad? Did he need a new prescription for his glasses?
Biting his lip, he turned back and glowered out the window. "You're... Shit, you're just trying to fuck with me. But it's not working!"
"Mmhm. Yes, dear."
Wasn't this wonderful? Not only was he tied up inside his own car with a vibrating dildo inside his asshole, but now he had a little nagging paranoid thought in the back of his mind. A cherry on top of this humiliating, kinky sundae. Ignoring it didn't even help at all. Not when all he could see were cars and the people inside them. Could they really see him too? How hard he was? How he couldn't even go a full second without shifting or wiggling in his seat? All helpless and horny?
Alright. Let's not focus on that. Instead, let's just enjoy the dildo. Sure, having it just sit inside him was less than ideal. He wanted nothing more than to reach down and treat himself like the slut he was. Oh well. The vibration still worked wonders, making him roll his eyes back and start letting out moans once he'd let his self control slip.
"Oh god... Fuck..."
"You having fun over there?"
Daniel ignored them. Not like he had much of a choice. Slowly but surely, he rocked his hips to try and recreate the feeling of being fucked. His fists clenched and with every accidental jerk against his own tie, reminding him of how trapped he was, he got closer and closer to the edge.Â
"Guess that's a yes," Snail said cheekily. "What a little slut. You trying to distract me or what?"
"N-No," he moaned out, writhing in his seat, "I'm not, just... Fuck! Just keep driving, don't... Don't mind me...!"
"What if I wanna mind you? What if I just wanna watch you cum in your seat like the little whore you are? You know you love it. Being all filled up and getting those good feelings you want. How about you thank me for doing you a favor, huh?"
Closer and closer, oh god, he wanted more!Â
But. But. They were being a bastard. He didn't much appreciate that. And they had to know before it was too late.
"Sh-Shut up...!"
Snail hummed. "Now that's not very nice. I could pull over and get that dildo out of your cute little ass. Then you won't get any orgasms. How's that sound?"
"That's not fair!"
"If you're gonna be bad, I'm gonna punish you. But you don't want that, right? You wanna be a good boy for me. All you gotta do is moan real pretty for me and say 'thank you, Daddy'. Real easy. I know you can do it."
His bottom lip trembled and he glanced out the window. "Snail..."
"That's not what I told you to say," they chided him light-heartedly. "C'mon, baby. Give Daddy what they want."
How could he refuse again? As an orgasm overtook him, forcing his body to go buck-wild, he let out a slew of curses and said between moans, "Thank you, Daddy! Oh god, feels so good, thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuck!"
"Good boy."
Even once he was all spent, the dildo kept up its hard work in making him lose his mind. Every so often, Snail would throw in a comment about the neighboring car getting a nice show, or how pretty he looked, but with how sensitive Daniel was, he didn't have much of a mind to process it all.
When orgasm number two came around, about half an hour into the drive, he lost any hope of having even the smallest piddle of a thought about anything except what was happening to him. He just felt so good. Like this was where he was meant to be. Tied up with something thick inside him. A little slut to be watched until Daddy decided to pull over and use him.
God, he wanted that. So bad, in fact, that the fantasy of what they could doâ bend him over the hood of the car and take him where anyone could seeâ made him cum a third time.
"Fuck me, Daddy, please! I want it, oh god, use me like the little slut I am! Fuck!"
Snail laughed at him. The next thing he noticed was that they'd pull into a gas station and gotten out.Â
His breath hitched and his heart skipped a beat from the anticipation. As soon as his door opened, he spread his legs and made sure to beg real pretty for them, "Daddy, are you gonna fuck me? I need it, I need your cock, please!"
"Woah, there!" A hand covered his mouth and with a couple of clicks, the dildo was tortuously turned off. "As hot as that is, we're just here for gas and drinks. You want anything besides my dick?"
His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth hung open as he glared up at them. They really weren't going to fuck him? What the hell?
"Alright," they drawled after a long moment of tense silence. "I'll just get you an iced tea."
Before he could get a word in, they turned the dildo onâ click, click, click!â and gave him a couple of hearty pumps. Whatever he was going to say was lost to time, replaced by needy whines and other meaningless noises. Holy fuck, this was exactly what he wanted. If he was lucky, they'd keep going and going and going until he couldn't even remember his own name.
"Have fun, pretty boy."
Just like that, they were gone, closing the door behind them and leaving him all alone in the car. He wanted to pout at their retreating back and pound in the window. Hey! You're forgetting something! Like his dick! And his ass!
All his righteous fury got thoroughly buzzed out of him after about a minute. Face pressed to the window, he squeezed his eyes shut and simply rode out the high for a moment. So fucking good. Too much, yet not enough at the same time. No matter how much he bucked and writhed, he couldn't get that more he craved.
His eyes drifted open just in time to catch a mini-van pull up to the next gas pump over. A woman hopped out and went about fueling up, then he lost interest.
"Fuck, Daddy," he moaned out, as if that would get Snail to come running. "Please..."
"You know your windows aren't that tinted, right?"
Suddenly everything felt a thousand degrees hotter. Why did that pop into his head? It wasn't even true. There was absolutely no way in hell that lady could see him. He knew that for a certified fact.
So then why did it look like she was stealing glances his way?
Breathe. Chances were that she didn't even know he was there. How could she? Daniel could just sit back, relax, and not worry about it.
Until his imagination got the better of him, at least.
'You sure she can't see you?' it asked, donning Snail's voice like a costume in some sort of fucked up play. 'I mean, when's the last time you even looked? Sure wasn't this morning.'Â
This was the last thing he needed right now.
'C'mon, you know this sounds really fucking hot!'
No! It didn't!
'I'm not so sure. You're pretty hard about it.' God, he hated how his own mind could perfectly replicate the smug tone they'd have saying something like that. 'Not to mention you're wiggling a whole lot. Like you wanna get caught!'
In a vain attempt to prove his own brain wrong, he forced himself still.
For about a three seconds.
'Too late now! She already saw you! God, you're so fucking pretty all covered in your own cum with your cute little dick out. Think she knows that you let this happen? That you let yourself get tied up so your slutty hole could be stuffed full of dick? I'm sure she can tell what a whore you are. And you love that, don't you? You love being Daddy's messy little fuck-toy. Make sure she knows it!'
Right at that exact moment, her eyes locked with his.
"Oh god..." Like a tidal wave, his impending orgasm crashed over him. He lost all control, jerking at the tie around his wrists until he was almost certain he'd bruise. "Oh god, Daddy! More, please, I want more! I'll be good, I promise, please! Fuck me hard! I need it so bad!"
As he added more to the mess already coating his thighs, the sound of a door opening resounded through the car.
"Oh yeah?"
Snail's cheeky Grin greeted him as he looked over. He had half a mind to tell them off for... Something. But he didn't know what. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea in the first place. He barely even remembered what they'd left him alone for. To get... Fuck, what was it?
"Wow, you look gone," they commented, leaning in to cup a hand against his cheek. "Wanna little break so you can drink your tea?"
Tea!
One nod later, he was untied, unplugged, and left alone to sip away in peace while Snail got gas for the car. As it turned out, he'd gotten very parched from spending the last god-only-knew-how-long moaning his head off. Lesson learned: next time, he'd pack some drinks and be a little more difficult for Snail to corner.
Now that his throat was cooled and his poor ass had a moment to breathe, he could finally mull over the last few minutes and process that he came all over himself in front of someone. It sure was a lot toâ
Hold on. No. That didn't happen. Rather, it couldn't have. You know what it was? Just an intense fantasy that had really dug its claws into him, taking full advantage of his humiliation kink and his thing for 'putting on a show'. That's all. He'd made it all up and convinced himself it happened.
Slam!
Ah. So he might've been wrong, actually. But he wasn't going to look. It was comforting to be kept in the dark. Ignorance was bliss, and all that.
Snail clambered into the car, distracting him from a whirlwind of embarrassment, and brushed back a few stray curls from his face. "Everything okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."
"Someone might've seen me cum just now."
Why did he say that!?
"You mean when you were all likeâ" their voice raised to a painfully annoying, nasally pitchâ "'Oh god, Daddy, more! Fuck me, uh!'"
He clicked his tongue. "That's not what I sound like."
"Not the point."
"Okay, well, yes," he admitted with a huff. As another wave of shame washed over him, he hid behind his hand and continued, "There was some lady pumping gas in the next car over and we... Made eye contact. Hard eye contact."
"While you came?"
"While I came."
"Sick," they said with a twinkle in their eye and took a sip of their soda. "That's pretty hot. Meanwhile, I had to deal with the cashier trying not to stare at my boner. Which isn't as hot, just so you know."
"You're ignoring what I said, Snail."
"Huh?"
Daniel tapped his fingers against the part of his thigh that wasn't covered in cum. "Some ladyâ a complete strangerâ saw me cum. We made hard eye contact while I came. She saw it. How many other ways can I spell that out for you?"
"I dunno, but like... Can you maybe do it a little prettier? Throw in a moan or something, just to spice it up?"
"Snail!"
They playfully stuck out their tongue. "Killjoy."
What else could he expect from the one and only Snail Nadiva? He rolled his eyes, sticking his chin up in defiance. "And?"
"And I love you."
"I love you too. Now, back to the matter at hand?"
"Right, right." Taking another sip, they sat back in their seat and glanced upward. "Well, I mean, you got nothing to worry about, right? Your windows are tinted."
"They're not that tinted."
Oh. There was that damn mischievous glint in their eye. The bane of his existence, his one warning that some bullshit was about to come out of their mouth and turn his whole world upside-down.
Tense, he asked through his teeth, "What?"Â
Guilt crossed their face, only to be smothered by obvious humor a mere second later. "I might've, you know, lied a little," they verbally circled around, then let out a wistful sigh. "Which sucks 'cause I would've loved to see you cum all over yourself again. That never gets old."
His jaw dropped.
"...Daniel?"
Tense silence. Then, suddenly, a torrent of emotion overtook him and he let out a high-pitched laugh of "oh my god!" It was absurd. He knew that he should've been angryâ pissed, evenâ but this whole disaster was pretty fucking hilarious in hindsight. That whole time, he'd been worried over nothing! But hey, at least he got one hell of an orgasm from it.
Snail, though, seemed more than a little concerned. "So am I in trouble, or what?"
"God, no!" he said as soon as he had the wind to. "I'm not mad, I promise. I just..."
Suddenly, a thought struck him. One that should've spoken up a lot sooner, to be quite honest.Â
"Did you... Did you hear me earlier?"
"What do you mean?"
His mind raced, causing his words to come out in a rush. "When you repeated my own fucking sex-frenzied ramblings back at me, Snail. Did you hear me cum earlier?"
They grinned. That was all the answer he needed.
"Oh my god!"
All that relief, gone. Out the window. He pressed his hand to his forehead and slunk down in his seat, overcome with despair.
"Aw, don't be like that, baby," Snail purred and leaned in close, pressing kisses to his sensitive neck. "She's gone and she didn't bother you about it. You can just enjoy knowing that you got caught being a huge slut without any consequences, huh?"
"...I guess so."
"Now how about we get you all put together again? I'm sure you're eager for another hour's worth of cumming."
They set their drink down and reached for the tie, but he quickly stopped them in their tracks.Â
"You don't need to do that," he said, putting their hand back on their lap, where it belonged, and giving it a gentle pat-pat-pat. "Really."
Snail raised a skeptical eyebrow. "How else am I gonna make sure you behave?"
"Oh, I don't know, by putting your faith in me? Your loving, loyal, and obedient husband?"
"Obedient? Bullshit."
"Okay, well, obedient for the time being," he conceded. Leaning over, he made sure to bat his lashes all pretty and give them the best Puppy Dog look. "I just want free reign to have my own kind of fun for a bit. Is that too much to ask?"
Grabbing his chin, they pulled him even closer and scrutinized him. "Maybe it is," they said, voice husky and dominating. Fuck. "Depends on what my good boy wants to do."
His head swam. "I... I just want to touch myself."
"Yeah? You're such a slut that you wanna get your hands all over yourself now and put on a real show for Daddy?"
He nodded, drowning in headspace.
"Hm... If that's the case..."
In a flash, they'd snatched up his wrists and tied them back to the oh-shit handle. Whimpering, he tried to pull free, but only managed to tighten the knot around himself.
"What the hell!?"
"You can touch yourself some other time," they said as they grabbed the dildo from where they had put it aside. "Right now, I wanna see you tied up and wiggling. Is that too much to ask?"
His ass got filled up once again before he could answer, forcing a moan out of his mouth. A few pumps later and he was jelly, perfectly content to let the whatever was going to happen to him happen. Unfortunately, 'whatever was going to happen' only turned out to be sitting with the dildo vibrating in his ass while Snail drove. Again. And with how sensitive he was, it very quickly became overwhelming.
"Daddy!" he whined out, writhing helplessly in his seat as the dildo tortured his prostate. "Oh god, it's too much...! Please, I can't take it...!"
"I think you can, princess."
"No, I fucking can't...!"
"Are you giving me attitude?"
To put it bluntly, he snapped. There was just some part of his horny little brain that couldn't bear the thought of being their obedient slut anymore. Maybe he just wanted to be punished with a good rawingâ as if that ever workedâ or maybe he just wanted to spice things up a little. At this point, he didn't know.
In any case, it was already too late to try and take back the words spewing out of his mouth.
"Maybe I â Maybe I am!" he stammered hysterically. "What're you going to do about it, Daddy?"
Eyes straight ahead, they answered, "Nothing."
His breath hitched. "Huh?"
"Don't got time to do much of anything else. We're running on a tight schedule as is."
"You have enough time to... Fuck, untie me and... Not let me cum!"
"Why would I? You're not being that bad." A sadistic smirk broke out on their face. "Besides, as your loving husband, I want you to know that I have full faith in you. I know you can do it. Just sit pretty for a bit longer and I'll make it worth your while."
Daniel wanted to throw a fit. But even the smallest movement would jostle the toy in his ass and send about a million wonderfully agonizing jolts through him.Â
At least he still had his words.
"Who said I wanted to? Maybeâ shitâ maybe I'm done!"
A chill swept over the car, one that didn't come from the blasting AC.
"You really think you have a choice?" they asked, voice low and taunting. "Cute."
Once again, he found himself trying to argue solely for argument's sake. "I... I do, you fucking... You...! Fuck!"
That was the end of it. His next orgasm interrupted and replaced his failed attempt at being ornery with pathetic cries and moans. He wiggled desperately in his seat, bringing about more intense feelingsâ more, more, more, never enough!â and forcing out another aftershock of an orgasm as soon as the last one had finished taking its toll on him.
"Daddy...! Daddy, please, oh, please, I can't...!"
Snail shot him a quick glance. "You can't? But you just did, baby. Didn't it feel good? I bet you're real sensitive now, huh?"
All he could do was nod and let the dildo continue to ravage him.
"You're so fucking cute," they praised, making him feel all pleased. "Just cum a couple of times and you're ready to give up all that fight. You ready to be a good boy for Daddy and take that dick like I told you to?"
One last defiant whine escaped him.
"Don't be like that. I know it's not the real thing, but like I said, be real good and you'll get a nice treat."
As if he had much of a choice. His pressed his head against the cool glass, but that only distracted him for a second. Everything become a blur after that. A pleasure-filled blur that ended in mess after mess after mess, filled with his own moans and Snail's dirty-talk.
"Fuck, oh fuck, Daddy...!"
"So good, so pretty. Can't wait till I get to use you. I almost wanna pull over and do it right now. How's that sound?"
"Please!"
A laugh. "Thought you'd say that. But no."
He only whined in response. All he wanted was more. Why couldn't they give him that? After an eternity and too many orgasms to count, the stretch of road ahead shifted into a packed parking lot. His heart pounded in his chest as Snail circled the car around and around... And around...
God, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge again already. He closed his eyes and braced himself.
Slam!
If he hadn't been tied up, he would've fallen out of the car with how quickly the door opened. Thankfully, a warm body was there to catch him. No sooner had he realized what was happening, Snail threaded a fist through his hair and smashed their lips against his, shoving their tongue down his throat. He moaned into the kiss and completely submitted to them. At this point, he was far too down the feel-good rabbit hole to even think of fighting.
They pulled him back, pupils blown wide, then used their free hand to get their dick out. "This what you want, slut?" they asked gruffly, affection still laced expertly in their words. "You want Daddy to fill that loud mouth with dick? Use you like a blow-up doll and fill you with cum? Huh?"
"Yes," he said mindlessly, eyeing them up hungrily. "Please, Daddy, I want it so bad!"
Their thumb pressed against his bottom lip, and he immediately opened his mouth for them. Like the pretty little whore he was.
"There we go," they said, voice barely above a whisper. "Such a good boy."
Without further ado, they gave him exactly what he wanted for once and began to fuck his face. The best part was that he didn't even have to do much. Just look pretty, sound pretty, and be a pretty little hole for his Daddy to use. Not a bad deal, since he got to feel good too.
"Fuck," they groaned, fingers tightening in his curls. "Your mouth feels so good. Like it was made for taking my dick."
It was!
"Maybe next time I'll fill it up too. You'd love going two hours with all your holes filled, huh? And a nice little vibrating cock-ring too. Make you go fucking crazy. Think you'd cum even more?"
Daniel didn't know. But he sure wanted to, even if he couldn't say it.
Once they'd gotten into a nice rhythm, they sped up, both hands giving them more than enough leverage to maneuver him how they saw fit.
"Think someone's gonna catch us?" they asked out of the blue, Grin on their face. "The door's wide open, I'm sure anyone could see the Daniel Nadiva all tied up with a dick in his mouth."
His eyes went wide. For a brief second, he had the thought of pulling back. Their grip on him tightened, nipping that idea in the bud.
"Can't do anything about it all tied up like that."
If given the chance, they probably would've laughed at him right then. "Guess you'll just have to keep taking my dick until I say you're done. Won't be long thanks to the show you've been giving me."
They were right. Just a few more hard thrusts, bruising his lips and the back of his throat, and they were done. Right on time too to sync up with him cumming all over himself too.
Panting, they traced a hand down to cup his cheek and pulled their dick free. Lovingly, they swept their thumb across his skin. "God, you're so pretty. How about a picture to remember this by?"
By the time he'd thought to say yes, they'd already taken the picture, put their phone away, and gotten the dildo out of his ass. The world was just moving too fast around him.
Now in the middle of untying his hands, they asked, "How're you doing?"
"Fine," he answered, though his throat sounded a little croaky and he was still flushed from all of the humiliation he'd been put through. "I'm fine. Kinda gone. I just..."
"Okay, don't hurt yourself."
Once he was free, they went about looking over his wrists and even pressed some light kisses to them. It probably would've made his romantic little heart go pitter-patter if it hadn't already been pounding a mile a minute. And if he hadn't been mentally stuck on how much of a gross mess he was.
"I'm disgusting," he complained. "You're going to... Clean me up, right?"
"Of course, princess. I brought stuff just for that."
Sure enough, they gathered a wash-cloth and a water-bottle that they'd snuck into the car.
Clever.
The water wasn't warm enough to be all that soothing, but they more than made up for it with coos of "pretty boy, good boy, you did so well" in his ear. He let his eyes drift shut, forgetting where he was.
"Don't fall asleep now," Snail teased. He opened his eyes up to see a huge smile on their face. Not unlike the Grin, but infinitely less devious. "We've got the whole day ahead of us and I dunno about you, but I'm ready to rock some rollercoasters."
He snorted. "Snail. I just got off of one. It was called Dildo Devastation."
They barked out a laugh. "So dramatic. But, you know, that would actually be a sick name for a ride."
"Oh, shut up."
"Make me!"
What they didn't know was that he had just enough strength to snatch them by the shirt and pull them in for a kiss. Which he gladly did. Their breath hitched, but in just one second flat they'd melted against him. It didn't hurt that he took full advantage of a few gentle fingers in their hair.
"That's cheating," they said against his lips, eyes sparkling.
Smiling, he argued, "Says you. Now how about we finally get out, huh? I need to stretch my legs and not my asshole for a bit."
Clothes now in place and all traces of their kinky romp shoved into a spare bag, the two of them made their way to the park hand-in-hand, eager for some less sexy thrills.









