“I dunno, man...“
“You don’t pop it, I will. An’ it’d be better for him if you break him in.”
“Bullshit, I’ve seen you in the shower.”
“But you ain’t seen me in action mode. It ain’t how it starts out; it’s how it ends up.” He swung his hips around, laughin’. “Get it?”
I just rolled my eyes, shook my head, gave it a second more’s thought...an’ went back there with him.
The guy was face down on the floor in this area that was just a bit wider than the passageway -- close to where I took that guard a few years later -- an’ it was takin’ four of the brothers to hold him there. Not so much ‘cause he was strong as he was scared. He had good reason to be. These five fuckers’d really do him a number. They’d already pulled his pants an’ boxers down to his knees. They must’ve shoved somethin’ in his mouth, because his yellin’ was muffled; the machines drowned out what little you could hear.
Shamar slapped me on the back an’ said, “Gentlemen, we got a guest. An’ as a truly gracious host, I’ve offered him first crack at the crack.”
The brothers laughed an’ one of them smacked the dude’s ass, hard. He kept yellin’ an’ kept strugglin’ but it kept doin’ him no damn good.
Shamar leaned against the wall, to catch a better view, it looked like. “Use expectorate to lubricate.”
“What?” I asked.
“Spit.”
“Do this a lot, huh?”
“I gotta answer that?”
I shook my head, unzipped my fly -- leavin’ the belt nice an’ tight, just to be safe -- whipped it out an’ whipped it up an’ helped myself to the offerin’. The guy yelled an’ squirmed, but with five men on him, he couldn’t do shit.
It wasn’t bad, bein’ inside him, but I had to put my mind into overdrive to pull Connie into my line of sight. An’ it never got past the point of fantasy, y’know? Like I was fuckin’ my right hand -- no, more like fuckin’ a pillow. An’ when I was done, I wiped off an’ packed away an’ shrugged.
“Not bad, but not for me, man.”
“It’s cool, Curt,” said Shamar. “At least you ain’t no virgin, no more. Thanks for loosenin’ him up for me.” Then he showed me his dick an’ all I could think was “ouch.”
I went back to work as they got busy. An’ I tucked it away as somethin’ tried but not my thing. Not till that rich-bitch kid in my cell.
But ya know -- an’ this is the first time I really put two an’ two together -- I figure that first fuck may’ve opened the door to the second one. An’ that lead to later ones an’ straight to where I was now. I mean, you got a need? You gotta find some way to fill it. Like “B” follows “A” an’ “C” follows “B”. An’ maybe you find out what you fill that need with now is better than what you used to fill it with then.
If that makes any sense.
Aw, shit, I was so fuckin’ confused. So fucked up. I’d been so busy plannin’ this whole operation with Wayne an’ fightin’ with Connie an’ barely makin’ a buck an’ a half off those dykes I worked for an’ thinkin’ ‘bout what I could do when I got that car an’ the cash, I hadn’t really thought about what it all meant to me. This. What this was doin’ to me. But now, in a blindin’ flash, I had one of those rare moments where I was able to see just how completely, totally an’ absolutely I’d fucked up my life. Startin’ with the drugs, goin’ through my first rape right up to goin’ after Shayes. An’ it made me sick to my stomach. I kept tryin’ to convince myself that it wasn’t too late to stop this train wreck I suddenly saw comin’. But it was. It was.
I finished the beer an’ popped another. I was startin’ to feel a bit better. Physically. An’ my mind was easin’ back into a blank; that’s my safety zone. The beer was beginnin’ to give me a buzz -- unusual for me after just two.
That’s when I remembered I was still wearin’ my ski mask, so I wiped it off an’ rubbed my face. The little sugar ants were retreatin’. I was finally able to look around an’ notice the sky was gettin’ cloudy an’ a cool wind was pickin’ up. Maybe some rain comin’ with it. Typical June weather; hot one day, wet as shit the next. But I love the rain. It’s clean. Almost makes me feel clean.
I could just hear somethin’ fall over inside the shed. Wayne an’ Lenny must’ve already started havin’ fun. An’ it sounded like the foam was workin’ on the walls, since I couldn’t really hear anything else above the a-c.
I pushed off from the post an’ wandered ‘round the yard. I was back to bein’ numb. Back to not thinkin’. Back to not feelin’ anything about it, one way or the other. I couldn’t have gotten my dick up, right then, but I wasn’t about to freak, anymore. What’s done is done, Curt, ol’ buddy; make the best of it.
Then the shed’s door blew open an’ Shayes came barrelin’ out an’ slammed headlong into me! We crashed to the little bit of grass an’ whipped against the fence, an’ suddenly he was screaming, “Police! Help me!” at the top of his lungs!
I acted from instinct. I scrambled on top of him an’ rammed my arm against his throat, but he blocked me with his own arms! His wrists were still strapped together but they were in front of him! Then he slammed my jaw with his two hands!
We rolled away from the fence an’ I grabbed him ‘round the chest! He kicked an’ tried to flip me away, still screamin’ for help, but I had a lock on him, had his arms back to bein’ useless! Then Lenny an’ Wayne appeared, an’ each of them grabbed one of Shaye’s legs an’ held on with all their might! That gave me a chance to push my way to behind him an’ muffle his screams with my left arm as I held his arms tight to his chest with my right, usin’ every ounce of strength I had to keep control of him! If his hands hadn’t been still tied, he’d have gotten away. We struggled to our feet -- Shayes still fightin’ like a madman -- an’ carried him back into the shed.
Through the whole thing, Shayes was screamin’, “Lemme go, you fuckin’ faggots! Help! Help me! Fire! Fire! Faggot! Keep the fuck off me! Motherfuckers! Help! Police!”
The second we were inside, I kicked the door closed, behind me. Then Wayne an’ Lenny grabbed some rope an’ tied Shayes’ ankles back together -- at light speed, it seemed. Now that he couldn’t kick, they helped me force his arms up over his head an’ slip the strap around his wrists into the ring at the end of the cable. Then they pulled the cable up, forcin’ him to hang by his wrists. Now he was danglin’ off the floor. He could struggle an’ curse an’ spit as much as he wanted, but he sure as shit wasn’t goin’ nowhere.
I’d taken most of the beatin’ -- at least, I got it from the point where Shayes got outside; once things were back under control, I saw Wayne had a cut over his eye an’ Lenny had a nosebleed. An’ both of ‘em were pissed.
“What th’ fuck happened?” I asked ‘em.
Wayne glared at Lenny an’ said, “We were tying his feet to the bed posts, first his left foot and then his right. But Lenny cut the straps around his ankles before I’d secured his left foot. He kicked Lenny and rammed a knee into my back and slipped his hands under his butt before I could do anything to stop him. He yanked off his blindfold and got to the door. I tackled him, but he punched me. Then he ran outside. He was screaming the whole time; didn’t you hear him?”
“Not a word,” I said. “Shit.”
Then I looked at Shayes. He was hangin’ from the chain like a side of beef, half his shirt torn away, his shorts ‘round his hips, his briefs at an angle. He had curled his arms to pull himself up to try an’ free himself from the straps, but they were caught too well inside the ring an’ he couldn’t get a good hold of the cable to pull himself up higher.
Any questions I had ‘bout what we were gonna do vanished. Lookin’ back, I can see that’s when somethin’ else took over. Unstoppable. No barriers. No control. Somethin’ I’d only got near to once before, when I lost out on “Chad” an’ ripped into the first thing available. The animal in me smelled blood. Smelled its meat. Was lookin’ at it an’...lovin’ the ide
a of it. It couldn’t of been stopped now if I’d tried. If I’d even wanted to. It was somethin’ that just had to happen. An’ all that worry an’ bullshit I’d been fussin’ over went out with the trash. What I needed -- deep down needed -- meant ten times more to me...no, a thousand times more than anything else I’d ever even thought about. Ever considered. The animal...the lion...the jackal...whatever, it needed to be fed. Even if it meant prison. Even if it meant hell.
I grabbed Shayes’ ankles an’ yanked him down. The straps dug into his wrists an’ he cried out. He still tried to kick me, but I had control of him, now. I lifted his legs up, curled my right arm up under them, addin’ to the pressure on his wrists. Yeah, they were good legs. Damn good. An’ they were mine, now. I let my fingers slip between ‘em just above his knees, an’ I leaned in real close.
“What th’ fuck you think you’re pullin’, bitch?” I asked, real soft an’ low.
Shayes snarled back, “You touch me, motherfucker, I’ll fuckin’ kill you!”
I chuckled an’ smacked his ass with my left hand. “Make up your mind, bitch. I’m a fatherfucker or a motherfucker; I can’t be both. Or can I?”
I dropped his legs. He jangled there, gruntin’ in pain ‘cause of his wrists.
“What’d you get to spread his legs?” I asked Wayne.
He showed me a foot restraint -- two soft straps at each end of a two foot long pole. I took it an’ looked it over. The buckles were tarnished an’ the leather lips had creases where they’d been used. I smiled an’ tightly wrapped one of the straps around Shayes’ left ankle, usin’ his sock to pad it. He tried to fight me off, but Wayne an’ Lenny grabbed his legs an’ body to hold him still.
“What the fuck’re you think you’re gonna do!?” Shayes asked. “You gonna kill me!? You’d better! You fuckin’ touch me, you’d fuckin’ better fuckin’ kill me!”
I just sneered at him an’ said to Lenny, “Hold his right leg at the knee.”
Lenny did what I said, an’ I untied the rope around Shayes’ ankles. He tried to kick us away, but he couldn’t get the leverage, this time, so I was able to force the leather strap around his right ankle. Now his legs were under control.
“It won’t be any good for you, faggot,” Shayes said. “I’m gonna fight you the whole time.”
Then I went to the cable an’ lowered Shayes so he could stand instead of hang. He could barely keep upright, even if he didn’t move around so much, so he stood pretty still. He was thinkin’ a mile a minute. Tryin’ to figure out how he could talk his way out of this. Prayin’ he could.
“Listen, man,” he said. “I’m not queer. So it won’t be any good for you. Listen to me! I’m a cop. If -- if you do this to me -- any of you -- an’ if -- if you do kill me, it’s a capital offense. My buddies’ll come lookin’ for you. They’ll find you! And it’s the needle! For all of you! Can’t you see how dumb that is?”
In answer, I just stepped back an’ opened my arms, sayin’ to Lenny an’ Wayne, “You boys wanna do the honors?”
Wayne chuckled, grabbed Shayes’ ratty shirt an’ ripped it open. He shredded it in stages, first away from his chest an’ then off his shoulders. Strip by strip. Takin’ his time as Lenny focused the camera in on ‘em. Probably tight on every thread of cotton as it ripped away. I just stood there an’ watched, feelin’ fire spread from my crotch through my legs an’ my gut an’ my chest an’ my arms down to my fingers an’ up to my throat an’ face as Shayes’ upper body was made bare, before me. It was almost like some -- some ritual sacrifice in its feel. An’ I loved it.
Shayes gulped then fought to keep control of his breathin’ as Wayne ran his hands over his pecs. I nudged Wayne, motioned for him to get behind Shayes. He did. But slipped his arms ‘round the guy’s body an’ kept playin’ with his tits, makin’ him squirm.
I looked Shayes over from head to toe. Yeah, his abs were just like a guy’d want -- solid but not stupidly so. With good pecs toppin’ ‘em off. Hair fannin’ over tanned skin. No way was I gonna think of him as anything but a guy, but that didn’t bug me, anymore.
It’s funny -- I felt pissed at how perfect he looked. An’ how easy it was for him. But at the same time, I felt joy at how perfect he looked. How real. An’ all of it was without a second of confusion. This was how it was gonna be -- maybe how it was supposed to be. I dunno. It all felt a bit unreal. I had to touch the hair on his chest -- play with it -- just to make sure it wasn’t some figment of my imagination. He tried to twist away from my hands.
“No! No, this is rape,” he choked out. “This is kidnapping. Of a cop. That’s a Federal offense. Fuckin’ federal! Please -- please, think about what you’re doing.”
I walked around him, nudgin’ Wayne out of the way so I could get a clear view. Wayne stood aside, watchin’ me with that spooky look of his, but I didn’t care. I was focused on Shayes.
His ass was full, but not really what you’d call a bubble butt. An’ man, even spread apart, his legs looked good. Nice form to ‘em, even with his shorts droopin’ over his hips. In fact, the way the elastic to his briefs sort of rolled across the top of his ass, showin’ a hint of a tan line, it really got my dick to stirin’. I wanted to see his tightie-whities. So I stepped back an’ nodded to Wayne.
“Shorts.”
Wayne grabbed his baggy shorts an’ tore at them. Shayes cried out as they shredded away in strips an’ threads. First one leg then the other. The zipper gave way last. An’ then he was standin’ there -- arms strung up above his head; legs spread apart by the restraints; a blindin’ pair of white briefs his only cover -- an’ I wanted him like I’ve never wanted anything before.
I knew -- didn’t really see it but knew -- Lenny’d taken a camera off its tripod an’ was focused on me. I snickered an’ traced my right hand down Shayes’ back, from the edge of his hair to the top of his ass. He felt cold. Shivery. Wet from sweatin’. He felt like electricity.
I unzipped my jeans an’ let my dick out. I was hard, but not so very much so. Not till I slipped up behind him an’ let it push against the white cotton that covered his ass; then it got to poundin’. He jolted an’ tried to squirm away, but I wrapped my arms around his waist an’ held him close.
Oh, shit. Holy shit. I was ownin’ him. My heart felt ready to bust, it felt so nice to mold myself against him like that. Feel him shiverin’. Taste his sweat. Smell his hair. Oh, shit, he was all mine. An’ I was ownin’ him.
“Oh, no,” he said, “please. Please. You can’t do this to me. I’ve never done anything like it. Never.”
I let my dick glide between his legs an’ push up against the back of his balls. He was breathless. Shiverin’ even harder in my arms. I could feel his heart poundin’ next to mine. I nestled my face into the curve of his right shoulder -- where it meets his neck -- an’ I whispered to him, “I can do anything I fuckin’ want.”
“No! No...“
“No?” I worked my dick back an’ forth between his legs, rubbin’ up against the soft white cotton. Bumpin’ its head against his balls. He clenched his muscles an’ tried to avoid me, but he couldn’t. “That’s what’s gonna be inside you, soon.”
“Motherfucker -- no!”
“If you fight me, it’ll hurt more. But if you’re nice, I can make it easy. But tell you what -- I’ll let you show us how nice you can be. Show us you’re worth bein’ easy with. Before I fuck you, I’ll let you suck off my buddy.”
“I’ll fuckin’ bite it off!”
I reached around, grabbed his tits an’ twisted ‘em, pulled at ‘em till he cried out in pain.
“I’m the one in control, here. You’re gonna suck him off. An’ make him happy. Which means, careful with the teeth. ‘Cause if you do bite him, I’ll cut your balls off.”
“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, anyway! I won’t let a guy’s dick in my -- .”
I twisted his tits, again, then whispered, “It ain’t just about you, asshole.”
“What?!”
“It’
s more than just you here.”
“What -- what d’you mean?”
I smiled an’ nibbled at his ear, an’ then I whispered, “I know where you live.”
He froze. Then he looked ‘round at me, confused...but not totally.
“You got a nice family,” I added, with just a hint of a smile. “We could keep you here for days. Weeks. Till the uproar dies down. An’ I could come an’ go as I pleased. Go wherever I pleased.”
He went white. I knew I didn’t have to say another word, but I wanted Wayne an’ Lenny to know it was all right.
“You gonna play nice, now?”
He hesitated...then looked away from me. An’ stopped tryin’ to keep away from my dick. An’ when I let my hands trail away from his tits an’ down his stomach, an’ I slipped them under the elastic to his briefs, an’ I ran my fingers over his pubes an’ around his dick, an’ I found the “Y” front to his briefs an’ gripped that an’ ripped ‘em to shreds, he barely flinched.
I stepped back to look him over, again. An’ still liked what I saw. His butt was smooth an’ hair fanned over it, but not too much. An’ yeah, he had a tan line, but a squarish one, like what you get from swimming trunks. An’ his back was formed good an’ everything fit together just right. I couldn’t help it, I had to run my hands over him. Over every square inch of his body. Just to make sure he was really there. So I did.
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