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Restrained:
All I Want
& Predators
collected
by
Clancy Nacht
www.clancynacht.com
Copyright 2013 © Clancy Nacht
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or
dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
All I Need
What Marc loved most in the morning was strapping Rob into his chastity belt.
He loved every aspect of it. He loved oiling up the butt plug, warming it so that it was no
longer just a black piece of thick rubber, but so that it was warm, glossy, worthy to sit inside of Rob,
to have his ass flexing around it. He worked the cream around it slowly.
Rob was bent over the bed, his pale legs spread; his pink hole already dilated—prepared to
take it.
He’d need to go a size up soon, perhaps. Or maybe he’d leave it. It kept Rob open at a nice
level of suction, leaving him wet and ready for when he returned home from work—ready for Marc
to take, to remind him who he belonged to.
There was no event that preceded this to make it necessary. Rob had never cheated on him,
had never even made mention of anyone in particular that it would be with.
It wouldn’t be very cunning of him to mention that on his latest fashion shoot that he’d
modeled with an attractive Austrian. When he did speak of them, the names rang in Marc’s ears
long after they’d been uttered dismissively. “I worked with Paul. Or maybe his name was Louis. I
think today I’m working with Gerhard, or Berthold. Some German guy.”
Satisfied that the butt plug was saturated, Marc pushed Rob’s fine, pale cheeks apart
gingerly, kissing the underside of his cheeks. He pressed the tip against the ring of muscles. It
looked too smooth, alien, inorganic, too unreal to be jealous of.
He dipped the tip inside of the borderline, watching the way that Rob’s whole body tensed
as he took it.
“I warmed it for you,” said Marc in soothing tones.
“Thank you.”
Rob’s cheek was against the duvet, rich velvet against his perfect skin. Never would Marc
have taken Rob for glamorous, but since he’d seen the other male models, he realized that there was
something odd-looking about all of them.
A pasty pale boy with silky blond hair and worried gray eyes would fit right in.
Marc worked the dildo in and out of Rob, watching the pink skin flush to white and dark
pink again as he fucked him with it, inching the plug in more and more until it was all the way
around the base. Then, when he’d reached the base of the plug, Rob clenched shut around the
narrow part, rubbing, squeezing, greedy for more.
Marc gave the plug a few turns from the base for good measure.
With a snap, he attached the clear plastic strap that held it to the rest of the harness. The
straps were thin, but substantial enough to hold.
“Stand up.”
As much as Marc loved fucking Rob’s hole wet, knowing that by the end of the day he’d be
itching to be filled, twitchy with the need for something real in there, he also adored lacing Rob’s
cock in.
Every morning it was a struggle not to suck it. Marc’s mouth practically watered to have it
inside of him, watching it strain to his every touch.
“Such a good boy,” Marc cooed. He smiled at the shiver of muscles up Rob’s defined torso.
He dragged his fingers over the line of Rob’s hips, the beautiful crease that showed just over
his trousers, leading somewhere others would find mysterious.
Only Marc could go there.
Only Marc touched these places on Rob.
Marc found Rob hiding under a bridge, bruised and swollen, too afraid to even speak. He
shared his lunch with the shivering, starving man, using the water from his thermos to clean the
blood from Rob’s face.
Marc didn’t ask Rob to follow him, he just did.
He didn’t ask Rob to touch him, to kiss him, to suck his cock, to ride him, to massage him
when he came home from his construction job sore.
He fed Rob, cared for him, and once he expressed interest in reclaiming his life, Marc made
sure Rob got a second chance.
He’d never asked Rob to stay, he just did.
It was Rob who brought the belt home. Marc put it on dutifully in response to Rob’s need to
be protected, to be comforted; to be possessed.

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