But then, he felt the strong grip of a man who held his wrist firmly. "Where do you think you are going going to?" The man asked with a smirk plastered on his lips.
With a swift motion, he grabbed the other hand of Charles, firmly holding onto both wrist.
"Are… are you stalking me?" Charles questioned because the man who had just seized his wrist was the young man from earlier.
Hearing Charles's question, the man shook his head sideways. "I won't dare." He boldly uttered, giving Charles the creeps as the hair on his skin began to stand. "I just want to make sure that you are alright." He added.
Charles tried to free his wrist from the grip of the man but the more he tried, the more he realised that the man was stronger than him.
"I… I want to throw up." Charles gasped, his body still racked with nausea while stammering.
The stranger's grip tightened, his face unreadable in the dim light. "You've had enough already," the man said, his tone flat and unsympathetic. "Come with me. You need to sober up."
"Plea… please."
The young man quickly let go of the wrist of Charles. "Hold on let's head over…"
"Fuck off!" Charles exclaimed as he began to run, not giving the young man the opportunity to complete his phrase.
Swiftly, the man quickly ran after him and because Charles was drunk, he was unable to run at full speed.
As the young man catches up with Charles, he firmly hits Charles's head from behind and in an instant, Charles collapses onto the floor. "What a loser," the man purred with a devious smirk attached to his lips.
With a fluid motion, the stranger bent down and lifted Charles from the ground, his arms encircling Charles waist as he wrapped Charles' arm around his own shoulders.
Supporting Charles' weight, he guided him down the alleyway, his movements unhurried and controlled.
The unconscious Charles was taken over to the nearest garage which was down the road. When they arrived, the young man opened his car door and he tossed Charles into the passenger seat.
Still unconscious, Charles lay there peacefully while the man stared down at him with a delighted smile.
'What a beautiful sight to behold,' the young man mused to himself and with a flick of his wrist, he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, a cruel glint in his eye as he watched Charles. 'What a pathetic, delicious creature,' the young man thought, savoring the wicked pleasure of his own power over Charles.
Then, he pulled his entire trousers and stepped inside the car, lying above the body of Charles.
"You smell so nice," the young man complimented, leaning towards Charles's neck as he bite his skin, sucking it inside his mouth.
He drew his tongue out of his mouth, and just like a predator, he began to lick the face of Charles with a slow and deliberate glee while his eyes were closed.
He seemed like a little kid who was savouring a candy.
As he kept licking Charles's face, his left hand began to roam around the stomach of Charles and swiftly, they made their way towards his waist.
The young man's hands were swift and sure, his fingers hooking into the fabric of Charles' shirt and pulling it up, exposing the soft flesh beneath.
The cool night air kissed Charles' skin, as the young man hand began to explore the contours of Charles body, tracing the lines of his muscles and bones.
While he does that, he allows his index finger to gently caress Charles's skin as he keeps on licking his face.
And then, his index finger slowly raised Charles's trousers.
"Umm?" Charles groaned, shutting his eyes wide open as he seemed like someone who had just woke up from the dead. "Wha… What are you doing?" Charles stuttered as he shifted his head towards the side prompting the man to lean his face away from that of Charles.
The young man frowns.
"Don't you want this?" He questioned with a cold and serious tone.
Charles quickly shook his head sideways in response to the man's inquiry. "I… I don't want…"
"Shut up you fool!" he hissed, his voice low and menacing as he pinned Charles wrist, his body poised above Charles like a predatory bird ready to strike.
"Let me go!" Charles screamed and the tequila shot that had taken over his body seemed to have disappeared.
The stranger leaned closer, his breath hot against Charles' face as he spoke, his words a razor-sharp command. "You're not going anywhere," he snarled, his eyes hard and ruthless as he pressed Charles into the bedding. "Comply, or I promise, this will get very ugly, very fast. You have no idea what I'm capable of."
An adrenaline of fear rose, and all that Charles could think of was getting himself to safety.
"Pleas… please let me go." Charles pleaded as bead of tears began to roll out of his eyes.
"Let's fuck first, and then I'll let you go." The young man uttered before kissing the tip of his nose.
"Ohh gosh, you do smell like heaven," he complimented as he unexpectedly began to rock his hips, giving Charles a dry hump.
"Let… get off of me!" Charles yelled, struggling to free his wrist.
He tried to raise his legs but the weight of the man made it impossible.
"Don't you like that?" He purred, sounding like a pervert who has a messed up brain. "Gosh! You are big down there." He added, increasing the pace of his movements.
And then, the man suddenly…