Held Captive

It was dark. Phineas couldn't see anything as he was wearing a blindfold. He was tied up to what felt like metal table and he had no idea how long he'd been there. The table was cold and Phineas shivered. He knew only that he was naked and nothing else. He couldn't even remember how he got here. One minute he was in his room doing his homework and then all of a sudden he was here. It didn't make any sense. Suddenly, a door opened and someone walked down a set of stairs coming towards him. Phineas felt soft fingers trail up and down his thigh. The hand moved up and rested on his chest. Phineas could hear the assailant breathing. The hand was quickly removed as footsteps were heard going to the other side of the room. There was a rustling of clothes being removed. He shivered again, fearful he would soon be raped by some gay psycho.

The assailant's footsteps were much softer now, like bare feet on a concrete floor. Of course, I'm in someone's basement. Phineas thought. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when he felt a hand on his member. He felt himself blush, both from embarrassment and sudden pleasure. Phineas could feel the hand working his cock to hardness. The red-head let out a involuntary moan and he could just see the assailant smirking at him. He suddenly heard a soft wet sound coming from the direction of where Phineas believed the assailant to be. Were they getting off on this?

Suddenly, the hand released his needy member. Phineas felt the assailant climb onto the table and straddle his hips. Oh god, this is it. I'm gonna get raped. He heard a plastic package being opened and latex material put over his penis. Phineas assumed it was a condom. But, if the assailant was going to rape him, wouldn't the assailant need the condom? The ginger's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tight wetness going over his dick. About two inches in, the assailant stopped then took a deep breath and went the rest of the way down. Phineas could feel his member tear through something. He could of sworn he heard a pained yelp from the assailant, but he wasn't sure. Phineas's mind was muddled as he was consumed by intense pleasure. He moaned and felt his face get hotter. After a bit, the assailant began to move up and down on Phineas's hard dick. The red-head noted that as the unknown person moved, the thing that engulfed his member got wetter. Soon each time the assailant came down, there was a wet squelching noise which made Phineas blush harder.

By now Phineas's face was probably as red as a cherry but luckily it was dark so the assailant  couldn't see. He could feel his balls tighten against his body and he felt heat pool in his belly. Suddenly, the wetness around Phineas's dick tightened more and sent him over the edge. Phineas moaned as he emptied into the tightness. The red-head could hear the assailant let out a muffled scream, probably biting their knuckles. He felt the assailant collapse on top of him and give him a passionate kiss. At first, Phineas was taken by surprise but found himself kissing back. Their bare chests touched and the boy was surprised to find that there was not a flat chest on the assailant, but rather two good sized breasts. Suddenly, the assailant took off Phineas's blindfold.

He gasped as he looked into the face of his captor. "I-Isabella? But, why?"

Isabella smiled. "I've always wanted you Phineas. I love you."

Phineas's eyes widened in shock. "So, wait, did we just...?"

"Yes, we had sex."

Phineas just stared at her. "Let me get this straight, you captured me just so you could have sex with me?" Isabella gave a nervous smile. "Yes, not the most conventional way I know, but I didn't know what else to do. I've tried telling you but you never listen. Every time I tried inviting you to places, you thought I invited Ferb too. I was at the end of my rope." Phineas gave a understanding smile. "Don't worry, Isabella. I understand. It's my fault, I was so wrapped up in my projects as a kid that I failed to see what you were doing. I'm sorry." The noirette kissed him again. "Don't be sorry. You were just a little boy, I should have been more patient." They kissed again, then Isabella removed herself from Phineas's cock with a wet plop.

"Hey, where are my clothes anyway?" The red-head asked. "Upstairs." Isabella replied, trying to find her clothes. She paused a moment to untie Phineas from his bonds. He rubbed his sore wrists. Phineas grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close. "Isabella, I know what we're gonna do every night from now on."