The Bones: Chapter Eight

Captured and blindfolded, Max finds himself face to face with the enemy. Nolan was right—he's caught and in for a punishment. Or is he?

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An indeterminate amount of time later, I awoke, only to find that I was still very much plunged into darkness.

Where was I? What the fuck had happened?

It was either a massive prank or a total nightmare. I wasn’t sure which.

But as I slowly regained consciousness, this much I could surmise.

I was lying on a floor, its surface cold, perhaps concrete. My sweatshirt was removed, my hands tied behind my back, and my face was covered in some kind of eye mask, maybe mere cloth. It was hard to tell.

There was the clear scent of something burning in the air, a fragrance at once familiar and beyond my recognition.

Man, I was terrible at this.

Sage? No.

Frankincense? Definitely not.

And then I realized it—palo santo! Yes, that was it!

Oh god. Had someone brought me to Burning Man? Maybe this was a nightmare after all.

I rolled around, struggling against the restraints, until I hoisted myself up onto my knees, finally upright.

“Hello?” I called out. “No one wants to keep me company?”

Silence.

Whoever had tied me up had done a good job; the knots were tight around my wrists, impossible to untangle.

What are they going to do with me?

If it involved a sound bath and a crystal healing session, I most certainly was gonna Hulk myself outta here.

But just when I was about to lie back down and give up—simply await my fate— I felt it, two hands reaching for my pants, pulling them down below my ass until I was fully exposed.

Well, this was taking an unexpected turn.

My dick hung free between my legs, flaccid in the cold air, and then suddenly…not. No, as much as all of this was unexpected, maybe a little scary, the sense of being half-naked and entirely beholden to whoever had spirited me away left me…aroused.

Hard.

Rock hard.

For better or worse, I was popping a boner, the sensation of being so on display to god knows who, rendering me vulnerable and…wanting.

“Hello?” I said again, hoping for some kind of response. Anything.

But there was still no reply. And so I knelt there, cock at full mast, only the faintest inkling that more was ahead.

And then I felt it, a light tapping on either side of my face.

At first, I was confused. They didn’t feel like hands. No, they were softer than that. Velvety, warm.

And then it dawned on me.

They were dicks.