Stealing at it's best. (Naochan and Rainbows)

Sam scoffed at his comment. "That's only the really good theives that have computers." He said and couldn't help but smirk a bit. He stared up at the man as he gave his name. But looked down at his hand, staring at it for a minute before taking it in his own and shaking it hesitantly. "Sam Mueller." He said looking up at Black, wondering what would happen next. Truth be told he didn't really mind going to live with the man, he just didn't want to get fucked again, that hurt like hell and still did.

Chrystofer pulled Sam into a tight embrace. "Well, I do hope this whole experience will teach you a lesson," he whispered into his ear, reaching down and groping Sam's bare ass. "Get dressed and we'll be escorted down to my car and we'll go to my home. You're new living arrangements for now." He stepped back away from the man and tucked himself back into his pants, zipping and buttoning them up. He straightened out his shirt and ran his hands through his hair to fix it a little bit.

Sam gasped as he was pulled into the hug. He definitly wasn't expecting that. He tried to push the man away as his ass was grabbed, he didn't even want Black to touch him right now. As soon as he was let go, Sam was pretty far away from the man, he quickly gathered his clothes, putting them on quickly as he could. He didn't do a very good job, his shirt not tucked in well to his pants, and buttoned crooked. He just wanted to be clothed again, despite how he looked. He shook his head quickly, which fixed his hair to how it was before the whole experience. He then walked over to the door, standing there and waiting for Chrystofer.

"If you think for a second that you can get away from me, then you are very wrong," Chrystofer said, grabbing his suitcase off of his table and walk over to the door. "Ah, well. Soon I won't have to worry about you running. You'll want to stay, I'm sure of it," he gave the man a small smirk before opening the door and grinned at his guards. The two men had very large bulges in their pants. "Ah, so you enjoyed what you heard?" he asked them, watching them roll their eyes at their boss. He chuckled a bit before they grabbed Sam and they all went down the elevator to the lower level, where the company garage was.

Sam wasn't even thinking about running away at the moment, He wasn't really thinking of anything at all. The way Black talked so smuggly about his predicament made Sam sick. He hated how cocky this man was. "I wont ever want to stay with you." He said, thinking that Black was talking about he would begin to actually like having sex with him. Sam sighed as they walked out and he noticd the bulges in the guards pants. He couldn't help but blush at the thought of them being aroused by the sound of him getting raped. This time he was ready for them to grab him and he didn't even struggle about it this time. He just let them drag him along. He didn't really mind considering it hurt to walk so he could just not move and literally be dragged and it didn't hurt as bad.

"You'll get used to that pain. So used to it that it won't even hurt anymore," Chrystofer said with a small smirk at the man as they walked through the cool underground garage to his car. The men opened the passenger side door and nudged the sore man in. Chrystofer got in at the driver's side and nodded at them. "Thank you," he said, smirking at the bulge one more time. He wouldn't mind getting the guards in on his fun. Not at all. It would be fun to gang up on the poor man in his car. He shoved the key into the hole and started up the engine.

Sam shook his head as if denying what Chrystofer was saying even though he knew it was true. He didn't want to get used to it.... Well he didn't want to do it enough for him to get used to it. He only helped the guards as they put him in the car to make sure it didn't hurt too much. He winced a bit as he sat down, but eventually settled as Chrystofer was starting up the car. He looked around the car then. It was quite a nice car, as was to be expected. He was a bit nerveous though. He hadn't driven in a car very many times before but he had seen quite a few accidents and they all turned out pretty bad.

Chrystofer pulled out his black beamer out of the garage. He was a good driver, never once having an accident in his baby. He did have a few scares, but he was always careful. He would never crash his baby. The car purred as he drove down the highway. He reached over to the dashboard and put on his black sunglasses. He leaned back in the seat as he drove a bit faster.

They arrived at his home in about twenty minutes. There were no guards here to help him this time, but that was fine. He didn't think Sam would be moving very fast at all. He got out of his car and went around the side to let Sam out. "Come on. Let's get you inside. A little tour. A bath and then some dinner."

Sam waved goodbye to the guards as they pulled away. He was tense the whole way home. He didn't care how good of a driver he was, it was scary for him to be in a car. He stared at the dashboard, all the way to his new home, not wanting to look out the window. He sighed, relaxing after about three fourths the way there. It just hurt more to stay tensed up like that.

He looked up as the car finally stopped, looking out the window at where they were. There were no guards to greet them so maybe he could make a break for it. But he shifted his weight and winced, knowing that wasn't going to happen. He watched as Chrystofer got out and opened his door for him. He sighed, looking down and got out, quite slowly to try and avoid some of the pain.

Chrystofer let the man take his time before grabbing him around the waist and led him up to the large two story house. It had two bedrooms and two bathrooms. A large kitchen and a living room downstairs. His bedroom took up most of the second floor. Though, there was room for a small second room and a small bathroom. He carefully lead the man up the stairs, slowly so he wasn't in too much pain. "You'll be staying in my bedroom," he said, nodding a bit as he opened his bedroom door. A large king sized bed was up against one wall. A little bar was against the other. It was full of food and drink. "I host a few parties in my room," he explained.

Sam let the man help him out of the car, but in his own opinion he would have been fine walking by himself. He walked along, the way he was walking was quite odd because he was still in pain whenever he moved his lower half. He stared at the house as they walked up to it, he looked around the house as they walked through it. It was quite an amazing house, but that was to be expected. He looked a bit sad as Chrystofer said he would be staying in his room. He didn't like that idea. As he saw the bed it looked so comfy though. He didn't know what to do. He just looked up at Chrystofer as he spoke again. He just nodded and stood there, not knowing what to do or say if anything at all.

"It's sort of like a prison, don't you think?" Chrystofer asked, glancing down at him with a small smirk, cocking his head to the side a little bit. "But my prison is a lot better than any prison you'll be in. Think of yourself lucky that you tried to steal from me and not from some really bad asshole," he said, blinking innocently and nodded a little bit. "There's food and drink in the little fridge and a bathroom. Go ahead and sleep in my bed. Nice and comfy," he murmured, unbuttoning his own shirt and taking it off.

He walked further into the room, pausing and looking back at him and nodded a bit. It pretty much was like a prison. He continued into the room, looking around and almost inspecting everything. He was pretty hesitant about sitting down on his bed. But when he did he realized how comfy it was. He didn't even bother taking off his coat, he just laid down, curling up on his side away from Chrystofer. He was actually kind of lucky that he tried to steal from him but he also regreted it all together. He rolled over, nodding a bit as he spoke about what was in the fridge. He would probably get something to eat later, but for now he didn't want to move.

The room was lightly decorated. Not much in there. Most of his possessions where in other rooms, since he mostly entertained in his bedroom. There was a bed and a bar with the fridge and a small cabinet. The bed was soft, but firm, and the comforter was thick and fluffy. Chrystofer crossed the room, crawling onto his bed and curled up next to Sam. He wrapped an arm around his waist and pushed him closer.

Sam shivered a bit as he was pulled closer to Chrystofer, not because he was cold or anything like that, but because he didn't really like him to touch him. He grew more tired as he aid on the bed, despite having the man who raped him right behind him. He drifted slowly to sleep, and once he was asleep he was much more friendly, cuddling closer to the other without even really knowing it. He was quite a deep sleeper once he got all the way to sleep. He could easily sleep through an alarm clock or having someone touch him in just about any way.

Chrystofer watched Sam sleep for a moment longer before falling asleep as well. He kept a tight grip on the man, not wanting him to escape. When it was about dawn, he pressed his morning wood against Sam's back and purred softly. He nuzzled up against the boy, gently kissing his neck, lightly sucking on the mark he left the previous night. His hands trailed down his body and cupped Sam's bulge.

Sam slept surprisingly good that night, though it was most likely a combination of actually sleeping in a bed and being so tired. He didn't wake up as early as Chrystofer did though. He groaned a bit in his sleep as Chrystofer started kissing at his neck, shuddering a bit at the feeling. He layed still for a bit then pressed the bulge of his pants into Chrystofer's hand as he cupped it, moaning a bit, trying to get closer to the man.

Chrystofer smiled a little bit, pressing his hands down on the bulge, rubbing and massaging it. He ground his hips against Sam's ass, groaning softly into his ear. One hand left Sam's bulge and moved up, groping and massaging his stomach and sides. Then his hand gently teased Sam's nipple, pinching, massaging, and gently pulling on the hard nub. He panted a little bit, rubbing against him a little harder.

Sam moaned a bit louder in his sleep, enjoying the attention a lot. He moved a bit away from Chrystofer's body as he rubbed his member into his back. He didn't enjoy that part as much. Sam's nipple automatically hardened as it was pinched by Chrystofer, but as he continued it began to wake Sam up. He tried to moved away from the other more, but ended up falling out of the bed, which was quite a rude awakening. He scrambled to his feet, moving away from the bed and Chrystofer as quickly as he could manage. His back was soon against the wall and he looked at the other man in such confusion before he felt his cock twitch a bit, urning for attention. At that he looked down, blushing quite a bit at the sight of how hard he was. "What the hell did you do to me?!" He asked, still quite confused.

Chrystofer blinked innocently at Sam, sitting up in the bed, his own hard, throbbing member making a tent in his pajama pants. His innocent smiled turned into a smirk as he ran his hands through his hair and laid back in the bed. He turned onto his side and propped his head up with his hand. "Well, I was making you all nice and hard and horny," he said, smirking a little bit. "Oh, baby, you should have heard the way you were moaning for my touch."

Sam couldn't help but blush at the sight of the other's member sticking up like that. Apperently he was as hard as Sam was. He tried to look away but found it was kind of hard. Eventaully he did, but ended up looking back at Chrystofer while he spoke to him. He groaned at the comment. "But that's not nice at all. Taking advantage of me while I'm sleeping..." He mumbled to himself, glaring at Chrystofer who seemed to be enjoying this whole endevor. He gasped as blushed as Chrys told him how he was moaning and denied the whole thing, at least in his own head he did. He didn't want to accept the fact he was dreaming about what happened in the office.

"Now, get back into bed. The office is closed today. It's Sunday. I'm here all day," Chrystofer said with a small smirk. "You are hard and horny. I can see and smell it. Why not just give into me? You'll find that you enjoy it so much more when you like and want it," he said softly, nodding his head a little bit. "And I only took advantage of you because you are most vulnerable to just about anything when you are asleep. Moaning like you did. Ah, it turns me on so much," he said softly, rubbing his thick dick through his pants.

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Sam shook his head as he was comanded. Chrystofer didn't have his guards to help him now, and he wasn't so sore so he would have a much better chance of excaping today. He blushed as the other said he was horny, he knew he was but hed rather finish himself off in front of a crowd of people than get fucked up the ass by him. He would have to take him by force if he wanted him. "But I don't want it or like it so there's no way it'd be good." He said, looking away from the man. He blushed as he said he was vunerable in his sleep. He would have to start trying to sleep lighter so this wouldn't happen again. He watched as the other started rubbing himself through his pants. The sight made him want to do the same to himself. His hand twitched a bit and he then looked away again, remembering he would either have to give in soon or run away quickly because the cops would most likely be called soon.