#dom!toby

The night was quiet, occasional crickets being heard outside your window. The cool breeze spread throughout your room; it was a hot day today. As was normal for the month of June. You were sleeping peacefully in the comfy sheets of your bed, in a deep slumber.

You didn’t notice the man leaping in through your window. You didn't hear the quiet, almost ghost-like footsteps as he approached your bed. You didn't even catch the faint giggle that left his mouth, nor the cracks of his neck as he jerked slightly.

No, what you felt was hands suddenly on you, rough but with a goal. Startled from your sleep, you immediately tried to shout, but your scream was cut short by a hand being slapped on your mouth. You bit down, but the hand did not retract.

Adrenaline coursed through your body, your fight or flight response kicking in. Nothing else was on your mind, nothing other than the need to escape and survive. But honestly, you weren't some skilled martial artist, or defense expert. You couldn't twist his arm with ease or hit him in a spot you know would hurt, although it seemed like your attacker had an insane pain tolerance, given he didn't even react to your bite. It took a clear head to do that, to defend yourself like that, and right now you didn't really have one. Could anyone blame you?

With the need to prevail, you thrashed around wildly like an animal caught in a net. Your muffled shouts hardly echoed through the room, pleas silenced by the choking force pushing down on you, suffocating. Dead. You were going to die here. That was a given. Lack of oxygen finally reached your brain, knocking you out slowly and painfully. Your eyelids fluttered shut as your room blurred and faded away.

Waking up was not so graceful. A painful slap struck across your face, surely leaving a red mark. It stung.

You couldn't say anything about your rude awakening, too shocked to form words. As your vision focused, a brown and orange blob began to take form in front of your eyes. It was a boy – no, a man, with unruly brown hair and bright orange goggles concealing his peering eyes. Oh, and a mouthguard shaped in the form of a smile. His face was effectively covered completely except for his sloped nose that curved slightly upward, which was currently too close to your face for comfort.

You instinctively moved your face back, hands about to shoot up to give even more distance between the man and yourself. But, a strain against your arms stopped any movement. Rope. You were tied, tight, with rough material that rubbed your skin raw with each wriggle. Even worse that you were sat the cold wooden floor with no chance of being able to stand, legs tied together as well.

"F-fff-finally awa-awake, huh?" The guy's voice startled you. It sounded shockly boylike, younger than the age you had pinned him to be. It was also heavily broken up with stutters that you couldn't ignore. His neck would crack violently, and his shoulder would roll, another thing you had to notice. He was staring at you, sitting on his knees in front of you, but your mouth felt dry, and there were too many words swimming around your head to form a complete sentence. When you didn't say anything, he tried again.

"Not muh-much of a ttt-talker??" His head tilted like a curious puppy as he awaited your response.

You swallowed before answering. "What—who are you?" Stick to one question at a time.

But it seemed he didn't feel like answering that one right now, so he simply stared at you again. Feeling frustrated, you spoke once more.

"What do you want?" Your voice sounded more frantic, more pressing.

"Well, I wuh-wanted tttt-to kill y-you," he said plainly. The smile on his mouthguard was starting to become his actual smile to your brain, and you could practically hear the smug grin in his voice. Your stomach dropped at his words, and you writhed in your restraints. But it only served to hurt you, to exhaust you more.

The man shook his head in an almost disappointed way. "Tsk tsk. If y-you keep muh-moving aro-around, you'll hhhh-hurt yourself," He chided, hands ghosting around your skin like he was making sure you weren't injured. Why does he care? What's going on?

His hands suddenly stopped, and he stared at you once more, like he was in thought. It was creepy.

"I www-was guh-going to kill you," he stammered, and beneath those goggles his eyes raked your form and studied your face, "but yy-yyou're quite puh-pretty."

Speechless, your eyes flew from his face to his too-near hands. In one swift motion, the man pulled up his goggles and pulled down his mouthguard. You didn't even get a moment to glance at his face before his head dipped forward, nestling into the crook of your neck.

He inhaled deeply like in a reverie. Immediately your whole body tensed, and you seemed to shrink into yourself, breath catching in your throat. What the fuck?

"A-and you sm-smell good, tuh-too." His head backed up, much to your relief, giving you more space to breathe. It was hard to, though, his words sending shivers of disgust mixed with fear down your spine. With him thankfully backing up, you could finally see his face in full detail. His features were young, betraying his age. He couldn't have been older than nineteen, with thin pink lips that were curved into a smile and thick eyebrows. His brown eyes had dark bags underneath like he hadn't slept in days, an eccentric look in his pupils that frightened you. But the most notable thing was the large gash on his left cheek. His teeth showed in gruesome detail, gums shining pink. All of your attention was drawn to that macabre injury, but not for long.

Again, without warning, the boy leaned in way too close for comfort, sniffing your scent. His warm breath washed over your neck, sending goosebumps pricking your skin. You were scared. Every muscle, every nerve, was tight, tense. You backed up more and more everytime his body pushed in closer and closer. He wanted to press his body flush against yours, and he didn't know why.

You tried to put some distance between you two, but there was only so much you could do with your limbs tied tight to your body. And now, you found yourself at a loss for words. Nothing was coming out, and you were subconsciously holding your breath, biting back any words that might have escaped.

The situation reminded you of a dog sniffing out an opossum playing dead. You were afraid that any bold movement might lead to something terrible.

When he pulled away, you were still taut. It didn’t feel safe to breathe yet. You watched him with a hawk-like gaze, keeping him in your vision at all cost.

"Yyy-you're really pret-pretty..." He murmured.

He peered at you, leaning his head in with a special kind of fascination, but you weren't fooled. You could see the twinkle in his eyes. It wasn't anything good.

Your voice sounded hoarse when you spoke. "What..." It was really all you could say. None of this was making sense, and the fear pulsing through your veins made it hard to think rationally. When he leaned in for the third time, you expected him to go for the neck again. But instead, his left hand rose up to cup your face gently. You flinched away instinctively, his fingers cold and clammy. And unexpectedly, he placed his lips on yours.

They were rough and chapped, pressed against yours with surprising tenderness. Tied up, there wasn't much you could do except watch in muted fear. His eyelids fluttered while shut, lashes thick and dark. The boy pulled back after a short moment, gauging the emotions that flashed on your face.

A tight-lipped smile formed on his mouth. "Wuh-would you ev-ever date suh-someone like mm-me?" His voice wobbled with each tic that racked his body. It felt like a quiz. Like if you gave the wrong answer, you'd fail. And you weren't too keen on figuring out what failing meant.

Unable to hold your tongue, you bit back. "You mean a murderer?"

You regretted it immediately upon seeing the glint in his eyes, the psychotic glee seeping past his control. But you meant it. His intention, whether it had changed or not, was still looming over your mind like a storm cloud.

The boy grinned and in return kissed you again, fiercely this time. There was no gentleness in this one. It was aggressive. Forceful. He even placed a hand behind your head to keep you from falling back.

It was obvious he was inexperienced, sloppily lapping at your mouth with enthusiasm. He only pulled back to give you air, his own body pressed close against yours. Your chest heaved with the effort of trying to draw in breaths, and your eyes flitted from his wet lips to his shaking hands that inched down your body.

"What are you doing?" You breathed, watching him with wide eyes.

He shook his head, too engrossed in his own thoughts. "S-such a sh-shame..." He muttered under his breath. You didn't want to know what he meant by that.

With bated breath you watched as his hands snaked down to your crotch, fingers creeping over the fabric of your pants. But then he suddenly pulled them lower in the blink of an eye.

You gasped and almost fell flat on your side trying to scramble away, forgetting your legs were tied together at the ankles and arms tied to your side.

"What the hell?! Get away from me!" You shouted, face contorting into an expression of disgust. The guy didn't let your shrieks travel any farther in this empty cabin, though. He shut you up with his lips on yours, shoving his tongue inside your mouth. While he distracted you up there, his hand shot down to your crotch, fingers ghosting over your clit. You gasped into his mouth, your hips jerking with surprise. His rough but slender fingers sloppily glossed between your folds, gathering up whatever slick was there. You writhed in your restraints at the feeling, but unsurprisingly, he didn't let up, drinking up your groans with his mouth.

You don't know what possessed you, what controlled you at this point—maybe some primal lust or horniness—but for whatever reason, you slowed down. You stopped the violent struggle and sat relatively still, save for the occasional squirming. Surprised as he was, the boy was not going to let this chance pass by. He unlatched his lips from yours, turning his attention fully to your groin.

Slick coated his fingers in layers as he slid them through your folds. He watched with ragged breath, entranced. You stared at him in a state the mixture of shock and anticipation. After a minute, your eyes glanced back up to his face. There was fascination in his eyes, his cheeks and ears a rosy red.

Once he was satisfied, he carefully dipped two fingers into your heat. You sucked in a breath, caught off guard at the intrusion. His digits pumped in and out at a steady pace, occasionally curling. It was careful, like he was testing this out for the first time. The novice moves were enough for you, however. You whimpered under his touch, your breaths shaky. Somehow, watching as his fingers disappeared and reappeared increased your arousal, your cunt producing more juices.

"Wuh-wet..." He mumbled. Astute observation. Your warm, soft walls gripped around his fingers, molding to the shape. He couldn't help but wonder if it would do the same to his dick nestled in th—

The thought caused him to squeeze his legs together, trying to provide some friction to his already half-hard cock. The bulge in his jeans was quite easy to notice.

It was starting to get really hot in the stuffy room. A sheen of sweat glistened on your forehead. The brunette continued without pause, watching your face down to the minute details. Each curve of his fingers sent a spark of pleasure down your spine. And with another move, he accidently found your g-spot.

A broken moan espaced your mouth, a hot fire burning in your abdomen. And it didn't go unnoticed by him. He relentlessly fingered you, making sure to always reach that special spot he felt so lucky to have found.

"O-oh god..." Your voice wobbled at the end, vision getting hazy. The boy looked like he wanted to drink you up right now; he was practically drooling at the sight, his uneven breathing almost rivaling yours. With the heat and the rope both making you feel suffocated, things were getting frustrating.

The only sound filling the room was your quiet moans and whimpers.

"Toby," he suddenly blurted out. "My nuh-name is T-Toby."

Your raised your head lazily in surprise. But he didn't even give you time to respond. With a wide grin, he pushed his digits in deeper. They curled inside you with the purpose to make you cum, and it almost worked. It most certaintly led you closer to that breaking point.

"Toby..!!" You wailed, and now you realized why he had given you his name. He wanted you to moan it, to whine it in that sultry tone, that voice that was his doing.

He loved hearing his name come out of your mouth. It went straight to his dick, which strained painfully against his dark blue jeans. With determination and horniness burning in his eyes, he thrusted his fingers in farther and faster, making sure to curl them in just the right places. He was learning quick.

Your hips rolled forward—as best you could under restraints—with each pump he delivered, desperate for more, chasing that feeling growing in your core. You sucked in sharp and heavy breaths, whimpering embarrassingly. But that orgasm was building, and you didn't care if you were moaning like a pornstar for him to continue.

"God, pl-please... please, Toby.." you whined, wanting his slim fingers so deep inside you. That was probably the lust talking, but it worked either way. Saliva started to pool at the bottom of his mouth and he giggled, high-pitched, reminding you for a split second of his murderer status. Yet you couldn't focus on that for too long, because he got faster, fingering you like it was his life's mission. It felt thrilling, having someone completely under his control like you were right now. The feeling was addicting, running through his veins like adrenaline.

It wasn't long before a rush of pleasure engulfed your body like a tidal wave. You clenched around his digits as you came, dopamine rippling through your being. You rose down from your high slowly, panting, chest rising and falling.

A frenzied smile graced Toby's lips as he slowly slipped out his fingers. Your juices shone on them, and he gazed at the sight for an unnatural amount of time before sticking them in his mouth and lapping it up. He made sure not to miss a single spot, tongue gliding across his knuckles. He didn't even break eye contact, watching you squirm under his stare.

"You're ss-so cuh-cute when yy-you cum," he cooed, tilting his head in admiration. You would have never thought you'd blush at a killer's words, but here you were, blood rushing to your cheeks. Out of the graciousness of his heart, Toby quickly untied the ropes that bound you with clumsy, impatient hands. Immediately, you felt so much better not being tied up, your muscles relaxing from the strain. And yet still you didn't move. You were free now; why didn't you move?

Toby unzipped his jeans with all the excitement in the world, pulling his dick out of his boxers and eagerly stroking himself a couple of times. It was a decent length, pale like his skin and not super girthy. Precum that leaked from his flushed-red tip was generously slathered on his shaft, acting as lube. Another giggle slipped from his throat; his face burned staring down at your body, your entrance right there and perfectly wet. Without wasting a beat, he thrusted in you, bottoming out almost immediately. Your yelp of pain and shock drowned out the shaky groan he let out.

"Sh-shit, yyy-you're fucking tuh-tight," he breathed, his voice increasing in pitch at the very end of his sentence. Your walls immediately molded to his dick, soft muscle warm and embracing. You propped yourself up on shaking elbows, trying not to fall over. It hurt. He was sudden and fast and unpredictable. So it was no surprise that he didn't even give you time to adjust, pulling out and then slamming right back in. A gasp was ripped out of you, pain rippling in your abdomen. And he didn't let up, either. Toby continued with this brutal pace, pulling out nearly all the way and ramming in again as far as he could.

Through teary eyes, his features were getting blurry. But you couldn't miss the manic grin that he wore so well, his gash stretching wider. The twinkle in his eyes scared you.

Mid-thrust, Toby pulled out and dipped his body forward, mouth finding its way to your neck. You sucked in a breath at the feeling his hot tongue swiping across your collarbone, his cock sandwiched in between your bodies. Goosebumps pricked your skin. You fidgeted under him, faint sounds coming out of you.

Suddenly, he bit you, hard.

"AH!" You cried out in startled pain, hands flying out to his back in a feeble attempt to stop him.

Toby ignored you, lapping up the blood that seeped from the bite-shaped wound.

"S-so soft... I cuh-could b-break you ssss-so eas-easily... I could fff-fucking wreak y-you, k-kill you, you'd ne-never be aaa-able to do anyth-anything..." He purred, and you could feel him smile against your skin. It sent shivers down your spine. But at the same time, your cunt squeezed, aching for something to fill the emptiness. For his dick. Your racing heart betrayed the fear that fueled your arousal. He could surely feel it against his own chest pressed flush to yours. And feel it he did.

"That's wuh-what you luh-like, right? Ffff-for me tuh-to hhh-hurt you? To thre-threaten you? Y-you like it, ffffuck-fucking want it... sss-so badly..." He mumbled nonsense, increasing in fervor, hands slithering around your body and under your shirt. His warm breath washed over your neck and his breaths came fast and hard, practically panting as his passion increased.

You swallowed hard, anticipation building up in your core. The lanky brunette looked tense, his body tight as he tried restraining himself from completely ravishing you. Biting you too hard. Making your skin bruise. Making you bleed.

And you, you just wanted more. More of what, you didn't know. But as much as you told yourself you hated this situation, how wrong this whole ordeal was, your face was flushed with arousal and every sense was heightened. What was wrong with you?

Toby lined himself up with your entrance, biting his lip hard. He wasn't fazed by whatever pain he should have felt, and he didn't even notice when a drop of blood rolled down his chin. It was crimson like a dark rose, and the sight momentarily distracted you, only to give you a worse shock when Toby slid in abruptly again.

You moaned embarrassingly, throwing your head back to lay against the hardwood floor. Your cunt squeezed around him, happy to have been filled once again with his delicious size.

"O-oh god," Toby groaned, beginning his fast and sloppy pace. "Such a fff-fucking s-slut, muh-moaning sss-so loud ff-for my di-dick."

You were practically drenched at hearing his dirty talk, your previous cum and slick more than enough to slather his cock.

"I-it fits pp-pur-perfect, luh-like it was—nng—muh-made for me." His concentration was apparently not enough to dim the ever-growing grin spreading on his face from ear to ear. A furious red had blossomed on his cheeks, lust seeping from his auburn eyes. They were like pools of dark honey. Not very fitting of a deranged serial killer.

Toby leaned in close so his mouth was right next to your ear, heavy breaths drowning out all other noise.

"Tell muh-me, If-if I ch-chased you... h-hunted yyy-you down... wuh-would you rr-run?" He asked in a whispered tone. "Would y-you run away, ru-run aaa-as ff-fast as you cou-could... a-and then wuh-what? What wou-would you dd-do—hng—if I ccc-caught y-you?"

Was he expecting you to answer? Because you sure as hell couldn't. Not with him pounding into you, ramming your walls so deep you didn't even know possible. All you could focus on was the way the head of his dick dragged inside you.

"Y-you would prob-probably jj-just lie there l-like you duh-did now, you-you'd probably—hah—ttttt-take i-it like you aaa-are n-now. Wuh-wouldn't you? H-huh?" His voice hissed in your ear, cock twitching every time your pussy clenched—betraying your emotions. And yeah, it was so obvious you were probably going to cum soon with his words alone. His own voice was already wobbly and whiney.

Toby took your mouth in his with a wide smile, tipping your head back with the ferocity of his tongue, practically mauling you. And you let him. It was heated and passionate, and it felt like he was pouring all of his emotions into you. You gasped when he pulled away, head reeling from the lack of oxygen. It all felt so so good, like you were being transported to cloud nine or something.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna—gonna cum," you moaned, your gaze floating to ceiling as if you could see your orgasm right there in arms reach. Toby's eyes never left your face, but his thrusts were getting messier, less rhythmic—he was close too.

A couple seconds later, the most earth shattering orgasm racked your body, your cunt spasming around his cock and your legs tightening around him. You couldn't even cry out—your mouth agape and your vision blurred.

Toby threw a slew of curses under his breath—no way was he going to survive this.

"Oh- sh-shit," he stammered, hips stuttering like a malfunction. Thick, hot spurts of cum shot inside you, filling you up to the absolute brim. You felt so warm inside, and your hips attempted to jerk forward to get more and more of him, milking him completely dry. Embarrassingly whiney whimpers slipped out of Toby's mouth and he was so glad you were too fucked out to hear.

"F-fuck," he panted on top of you, almost toppling on you with the tremors of an orgasm still rendering his body weak.

When the both of you had recovered, you still had no energy in your body to do much of anything. So you just lied there. Tired. But there was an entire bliss of nothing in your brain. You felt so floaty, so out of it. The words killer or murderer never slipped in your mind. Or maybe it did. You really couldn't give a shit right now.

Toby's mumbles hardly registered in your mind. "You could wuh- work for luh-later," he muttered softly, his gaze pinning you down like a butterfly.