Bound

It was habit. Nic turned on the shower, letting the spray run hot to warm the tiles. He brushed his teeth, pissed, and by that time steam was rising along the ceiling. He got in, and then just stood.

The hot thick air soothed more than muscles as he drew in slow lungfuls.

Wasn’t under the water for even thirty seconds when the door slid open and Riddick stepped in. He felt it before seeing him. First the cool air, then hands pushing him forward.

“There ain’t an audience in here. Get the fuck out,” Nic growled, feeling bad for taking his frustration out on this guy but not seeming able to stop himself.

“Shut up.”

Nic’s hands had braced against the wall when Riddick pushed him. Water hit him on two sides, effectively wetting every part of him. Riddick’s chest pressed to his back, his erection making itself known, and then his hands doing the same.

Riddick gripped his dick, the water working as lube as he slid down his relaxed length. A low groan rose from Nic’s chest before he could stop it.

“That was good, but I still got a problem.” The ‘problem’ rocked steadily against Nic’s water-slick ass.

Nic turned his head to look at the guy but got his mouth instead. Toothpaste. Nic was glad he’d brushed. Sharing cum had been…different, but wasn’t something he was ready to repeat.

Carefully Nic turned, their mouths not separating more than the stabbing of their tongues allowed. Riddick’s hand never released him. The manipulation was causing a response finally. Now Riddick held Nic’s dick beside his own, their heights lining them up perfectly so that he wrapped his other hand around as well, stroking both of them as one.

Liquid soap in his palm and Nic dropped his hand to join Riddick’s. Suds slickened the activities and Riddick smiled against his mouth for a second.

Hands overlapping and slick with soap they stroked as one, their dicks equally hard. Both rocked forward, into their combined grips.

“Damn, that’s good,” Riddick growled. His head dropped to watch their hands work, then lifted to his again. Teeth bit at Nic’s lip until he bit back.

Just seconds later their rapid movements brought an end to the fun. They came almost simultaneously, groaning and thrusting.

Riddick stepped back, his eyes flashing, his body still flexed from the orgasm.

“Thanks.” Nic wasn’t sure what he was thanking the convict for. There were several things he’d thank the man for, the last being just stepping back.

They showered, the large area and double shower heads giving them each enough room.

Towels and quick glances. Riddick wrapped his around his waist, while Nic tossed his and headed for the bedroom for fresh clothes.

Carly had clothes laid out for him, nearly identical to the ones he’d been wearing when she’d had him taken off the fucking street.

He dressed silently, not hoping to believe she’d actually let him go.

Riddick stood just outside the bathroom door and Carly moved to him, removing the towel and walking around him, touching him, as she watched Nic dress.

Shoes on and he stood.

“There’s a car waiting for you,” Carly told him as she finally left Riddick alone. Nic stole a glance at the convict to see his expression stoic, telling nothing. He was hard again from the lady’s touch.

Carly led the way out of the room. Nic was at her heels, Riddick followed more slowly.

Through the house, they picked up a few guards as they went.

Right to the front door. Nic had only been in this part of the house once, but he’d remembered every detail, in the hopes he could escape one day. Now he was being set free.

Front door opened to reveal steps leading down to a loop of a drive with a limo waiting. Nic looked back.

Carly smiled, “It’s been good, Nic. Take care.”

Riddick had been allowed to follow. He stood at the top of the steps, still naked, now under heavy guard. Four men stood around him with guns trained on him. Two stood at the bottom of the steps, guns aimed at the convict. He didn’t seem to care, if he noticed at all. He gave a short nod, his expression not changing.

Nic nodded back and then turned and left.

Three months he’d been prisoner in that house, but as he left it wasn’t the woman who had used him as a sex slave that was on his mind. And it wasn’t relief he was feeling.