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In the Wrong Hands
🕑 Added 2023-11-18 18:32:43 +0000 UTCCharlie knew it was a bad idea; he knew it was a terrible one right from the start. Yet, he went through with it anyway. Whether it was purely out of stupidity, or courage, not even the mouse knew. All he knew was that he messed up, and he messed up bad.
“I’ll be fine,” Charlie shrugged his shoulders at the warnings that came from his father’s right-hand man Tony. “I can handle myself. I’m a Padano and no one fucks with Padanos.” As it turned out, a few people were willing to do just that; and who better to fuck with than the softest, least involved, and least prepared of them all; Charles “Charlie” Lorenzo Padano.
In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea for him to go at it alone while Tony, a big, strong, and incredibly intimidating bull waited in the car.
The mouse found himself suspended with his legs in the air and his wrists tied together. Not the ideal place to be, clearly. Plus, his legs weren’t pulled up very high, so while his lower half was lifted off of the floor, his shoulders were still on the ground. It was uncomfortable, but being captive wasn’t about comfort, otherwise, his captors would have had him put up in the Ritz-Carlton and not some dingey old basement of a long-deceased prepper from the Cold War era. The floor was cold and so was Charlie (for the most part) after having been knocked out. When he came to, it took a while for him to be able to fight against the heaviness of his eyelids. His head kind of hurt, too, but once his eyes opened up and adjusted to the lack of light in the room that he was in, his headache slowly faded away.
It took him a moment to realize that he was suspended, bound, and naked, too. “What the fuck?” he said with furrowed brows. His memory was foggy, but as he looked at the shibari ropes that adorned his body and the basement that he was in, he was able to put a few things together.
His eyes widened and he panicked. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” Charlie whisper-shouted to himself and tried his best to wiggle around and figure out how he would be able to get himself free. The way that he was tied up made it impossible for him to move any more than a couple of inches and any movement he did make resulted in him turning left and right. The rope that bound his legs together was done incredibly intelligently, in a way that made him turn like a Lazy Susan. He tried kicking, bending his knees, and even thrusting his hips in an attempt to expose any vulnerabilities in his captor’s ropework. But there were na-da, whoever it was that he pissed off knew how to keep a hostage captive.
Knowing that he wasn’t going to be able to get himself out of the ropes without something to help, the mouse stopped his wiggling and took in a deep breath to calm himself. There was no reason to panic, right? He was just naked and tied up in some dirty basement god-knows-where. As he took in his deep breaths through his nose and exhaled them out through his mouth, Charlie looked at the ropes that held his legs up in the air and raised his eyebrows when he saw something that he wasn’t wearing when he was last conscious; see-through stockings.
“This is fine, I am fine. I am alive.”
Despite the strawberry cream cheese-colored mouse’s confidence, he was, in fact, not fine. He was right about the alive part, though. His captor wanted him that way, for now. As Charlie pondered over why he was in stockings and how long he had been there, he braced himself mentally for the possibility that he may have been there for a day, or maybe more. His mind was only able to wander so far before his big TV dish ears picked up the sound of footsteps above him.
‘Thunk, thump, thunk.’
Charlie stared at the ceiling as the footsteps caused the wooden paneling to whine and his eyes followed where the footsteps went until he heard the eerie sound of a metal door unlocking and creaking as it was pushed open.
‘Crrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakkkkkkkkkkk.’
The thumps got louder and Charlie could see the stair’s handrails wobble as his captor slowly descended them. The mouse stared as the shadowy silhouette of a man scaramouched down the stairs; the way he moved was so elegant and calculated that it had the mouse in suspense. His heart thumped faster than a duo of dancers doing the Fandango.
As the silhouette stepped out from the dark, out came a man dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up to perfection. Upon seeing him as he came down the last steps, Charlie recognized him and let out a surprised gasp.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Hey, Charlie.”
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“Dad, it’s your favorite painting,” Charlie said with a furrow of his brow as he sipped on his afternoon cappuccino, to the dismay of his Italian ancestors watching from above (or below). He stirred his coffee with his finger to get the sugar to dissolve a bit more and let out a frustrated sigh.
Charlie’s father sat at the island in his fancy white robe with a newspaper in his hands and his reading glasses on the very edge of his snout. “It’s just a painting, I can have it replaced.” The older mouse man shrugged his shoulders and shook out the pages of the newspaper to get rid of the wrinkles and warps after he turned to the next page.
“But it won’t be the same. I know how much it means to you, Dad; I can go get it back.” Charlie peeked his head over the newspaper that his father was reading and most likely was using it as a shield to hide the fact that he was more than a little bit upset about the painting being stolen from one of his restaurants.
“Look.” Charlie closed the newspaper in his father’s hands suddenly and handed his phone over to him. “It’s on Facebook Marketplace. Whoever stole it, is an idiot, and if I can’t steal something back from an idiot, I’ll stop getting upset when you call me “fruitcake”.”
Charlie’s father gave his gay son a look of annoyance when he closed the newspaper in his hands. He pushed his glasses up his snout, took the phone into his hand, and did the "old man lean" to get a better look at what was on that small screen. When he saw that it was indeed a listing for his coveted painting, he scoffed.
“Huh.”
“So? Want me to go get it back?” Charlie smiled as he took one final sip of his cappuccino, downing what remained in his cup all in one go. His father handed his phone back to him and flicked his newspaper open to continue reading.
“Yes, but Tony is going with you.” The older mouse gestured to the big burly bull that stood outside on the terrace to his right.
“Seriously? I said I could do it myself and you put Tony on my ass?” Charlie protested.
“I thought you fruitcakes liked that stuff?” His father snickered. “Tony’s a good guy, he’ll keep you safe.” He folded the newspaper once he was done reading it and took a sip of his own cappuccino as he watched his son get all huffy-puffy upset.
With an eye roll at his father’s tread of the fine line between endearing and homophobic, Charlie groaned and walked over to the glass sliding doors that led out onto the terrace.
Charlie popped his head out onto the terrace and whistled at the bull to get his attention. “Tony, c’mon, I need you to drive me somewhere.”
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“Hey, Charlie.”
The formerly shadowy figure dressed like a lumberjack was none other than one of Charlie’s childhood friends; a Canadian brown buck named Nathan, who he hadn’t seen since he moved out of New York City to go to cosmetology school after high school.
Nathan, or more formerly Nathaniel Rizzuto, was the only son of Alberto Rizzuto of the Rizzuto crime syndicate, one of Charlie’s father’s worst enemies. Despite their respective families’ rivalry, he and Charlie became best friends; whether it was because of their shared interest in paintball and airsoft or just purely to spite their dads, they never really knew. But while Charlie mostly had nothing to do with his family’s business and went on to do his own thing, Nathan wasn’t so lucky.
Nathan approached his former best friend with a smirk and crouched down right by his suspended legs. “Aw, not happy to see me?”
Charlie would have been happy to see him had it been under different circumstances. When the deer crouched next to him, he tried to kick him in the head, but all he was able to do was move his leg very slightly and grunt. “Ugh! I thought your dad and mine were over this? Why the hell did you steal his painting? And why am I naked!”
The reindeer put a hand on the mouse’s stocking-clad leg and ran his fingers up and down it. “I heard you were in town and was a bit sad you didn’t stop by to say hi. I had to get your attention somehow. And you’re naked because it’s more fun this way.” As the deer trailed his fingers over his leg, his eyes wandered over the mouse’s naked body a little, too. His big flaccid dick lying limp on his stomach, his balls that stuck out between his thighs, and his butt that was the first thing that one would see once they descended the basement stairs. “Damn, your ass sure did get thicker. Did your dick get bigger, too?” Nathan was so relaxed about having committed a kidnapping that it started to worry the mouse. Was this what being roped into your family’s crime empire did to you?
“You could have called me, Nathan. Not fucking kidnap me.” Charlie grumbled.
“You’re the one who broke into a shady house in Jersey.” The buck chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as he moved his hand a little lower toward the mouse’s rear. He gave Charlie’s ass a squeeze and reached his other hand to grab something from underneath him. After a few metallic clanks that peaked Charlie’s interest and made his ears flicker, Nathan brought his hand up with a few things in his grip; a transparent dildo that was at least 10 inches in length, some lubricant, and a trio of condoms still in their colorful foil wrappers.
“How about a proper reunion?” Nate said with a shit-eating grin that spread from cheek to cheek.
Charlie’s eyes widened a smidge when he saw what was in his former best friend’s hands and wiggled desperately to try and get himself free. But as he wiggled, his body betrayed him. The deer’s hand on his ass moved closer and closer to his pink pucker, and when he felt a thumb press gently against his hole, his dick throbbed.
It wasn’t long until he got a semi, and then a full-on Tom Hardy.
“I’m taking THAT as a yes,” Nathan raised a brow and chuckled as he watched Charlie struggle with both the ropes that kept him immobile and his dick that was getting hard from all the buttons that Nathan was pressing. All the buttons that he learned when they were still close still worked like a charm, just as they did so many years ago. With his thumb pressed firmly against the mouse’s tight asshole, he turned his thumb like a key in a car’s ignition before he pulled it away to pop open the bottle of lube in his other hand.
‘Pop!’
‘Squirt. Splat.’
The lube was cold, almost as cold as the floor, and when it dripped onto Charlie’s hole, he clenched in response which caused his pucker to wink. With lube applied to the outside of his boy pussy, Nathan set the bottle of lube aside for now and brought his thumb back to press it against the mouse’s hole again. This time, he pressed harder and sunk his thumb into him slowly. He listened for the rodent’s squirms and grinned as they came.
“Aaaaahhh…. N-Nathan!”
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It took a few minutes to properly lube up and stretch Charlie’s fuckhole, and by the end of it, Nathan had stuck three fingers into his ass and made use of a second helping of lube. As he pulled his fingers out of Charlie’s ass, it clenched around his digits and pulled him back in. As much as he wanted to keep them in there, he had other plans, better plans, to put it transparently.
His fingers slipped out of the mouse’s grippy boy pussy with a loud and wet plop and caused a string of lube to splash onto the floor. After a shake of his lube-covered hand, Nathan grabbed the clear dildo, turned it upside down, and lined the thick tip up to Charlie’s constantly winking tail hole. He turned his attention to Charlie’s face and he watched as the rodent huffed, puffed, and moaned. His massive mouse cock throbbed over and over. A little bit of precum started leaking from his foreskin-covered tip.
“Ready for the big one, Cheese?”
Nathan’s question was rhetorical, so he did not wait for an answer and just pushed the glass dick into the mouse. It slipped into him with some resistance as it was much thicker than three of the buck’s fingers, but with the strength of Nathan’s wrist behind it, it sunk all the way down to the base with ease.
‘Sssssschhhhhhlllllck.’
“Hhhhhaaaaaaah!!!” Charlie let out a screaming moan so loud that had they not been in the middle of a New Jersey suburb, concerned neighbors would have called the police.
The mouse’s ass clenched around the toy as it was inserted into him, his clenches were so strong that it pushed the toy out of him little by little each time. But when Nathan noticed this, he pushed the toy right back in.
“Nuh-uh, not just yet, Padano.”
It didn’t take long for the deer to get hard, too, with a visible tent in his pants pushing the already limited elasticity of his jeans to the test.
He pulled the toy out of Charlie’s ass just to push it all the way back in again; the mouse’s moans were like music to his ears. He then picked up the pace and stuffed the glass dildo in and out of his boy cunt over, over, and over again, until he could tell that the mouse wasn’t able to take it anymore. Around the 15-minute mark, the deer could feel the resistance from Charlie’s ass clenching around the toy as he pushed it in and pulled it out. His cute balls moved a little, too; tucking upward as the deer pushed the toy all the way in one last time.
“Ah! Aaaaaaah!!!! Hhhhnnnnnnng!”
‘Splurt, splrrrrt, splort, splat.’
Nate watched as Charlie came with a grin.
“There we go, that’s a good little mouse. Cum for me…”
He did cum, a lot.
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The mess that was left behind from Charlie’s orgasm was immense. Not only was the mouse covered in his own goo, but the floor around him was covered in it, too. As Charlie came, his ass clenched around the glass dildo so hard that it was pushed out of his ass and onto the floor, along with a gush of lube that pooled around it.
“Hold still,” Nathan said as he stood on a stool and undid the ropes that held Charli’s arms and legs in the air. Once the ropes were undone, Charlie fell to the floor with a slightly wet and sticky-sounding thump.
‘Thwwksh!’
With his legs and arms no longer bound to the ceiling, Charlie could move. He let out a sigh, sat up, and undid the ropes that bound his wrists together. Nathan stepped down from the stool and crouched down beside the mouse as he freed himself the rest of the way. Charlie tossed the ropes aside and looked at him with an annoyed expression. “Where’s the painting?”
“Upstairs. I’ll grab it for you while you shower.” Nathan chuckled and started to stand up. But he was stopped by the mouse, who grabbed him by the arm and kept him crouching.
“WHERE. IS. THE. PAINTING.” Charlie growled angrily at the buck.
“Whoa, relax, it’s upstairs in the master bedroom. Jeez. Calm down, Charlie.”
Charlie shoved Nathan away as he stood up and walked toward the stairs. As he wrapped his cum-covered hand around the handrail, the buck stood up and turned in his direction.
“Hey, Charlie.” The buck said again.
The mouse stopped in his tracks on the fourth step and turned to face the deer.
“A bientôt la souris.” The buck smiled.
Charlie, who still looked enraged, stomped his way back down the stairs and walked up to the deer with aggression only ever seen in Spanish-language soap operas. He brought a hand up and the buck flinched.
The mouse grabbed the buck by the cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. Surprised, the buck went wide-eyed, but he let it happen. After a few seconds, Charlie pulled away from the kiss and let out heavy and heated pants through his mouth. He looked his former best friend right in the eye and said,
“Sorry, I don’t speak your fake language.”
He winked, then stormed off to grab his father’s stolen painting.
Nathan stood there in the basement as Charlie ran off, staring at the stairs as a smile slowly spread across his face.
“Missed you, too, bud.” He said to himself.
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Art by Smileeeeeee
