by Barry Smith
He looks to Ryan for details, who begins to write a list on a piece of paper for Bryce to read out:
“Tall, White Male, mid to late 40’s, Long Dark Hair, Broad Build, and an eye patch over his right eye. You got all that? Great, thanks buddy,” then he ends the call.
“What are SP’s?” asks Ryan curiously.
“Spy Photos.”
“SPs, Spy Photos; duly entered in my dictionary,” sings Gloria.
“That’s excellent!” continues Ryan, “While your roommate is working to get the pictures, you and I are going to pay Quist another visit. Maybe by now, that poor dancer friend of yours is walking again.”
He erupts into loud laughter, before picking up from where he left off, “Seriously Bryce, you’re the man! I thought I could wear some ladies out, but you! Your subjects can barely walk after an encounter with your ‘Extra-Ordinary Gift’?”
“May I know what is being discussed?” asks Gloria.
“That would be none…” starts Bryce, before being interrupted by Ryan;
“Bryce’s third leg. Gloria, you should have seen this poor boy’s struggle to walk after hooking up with Bryce at Quist.”
“Ooo, can I see it?” exclaims Gloria, before she says grimly,
“Oh no! It’s happening. I’m becoming like my boss, his filth has infected my once clean artificial intelligence. This is truly the end.”
“Hey, don’t try and change the topic here, Gloria; we are about to put Bryce and his unnatural extensions on a roast.”
“I wonder how he copes with it,” thinks Gloria aloud.
“Well,” begins Bryce, unhurt by the jocular remarks, “You could say it has been both a gift and a curse. Since I’m a show-er, there isn’t much I can hide, even in clothing; it receives attention every day.”
“That is true,” interjects Gloria, “I can see it from here, and oh my!” gasped the computer, making Ryan throw his head back in convulsive laughter.
“As I was saying. In my life, both men and women have propositioned me. It seems as though, my dick made people cross lines that they would ordinarily not cross. Even at a very young age, all my middle school buddies, who teased me about it, also experimented with me. Those guys are all married now to women; so I guess it was just an innocent discovery. I think it’s the fascination of what it’s like to have a big schlong. So, it makes you want to touch it, and play with it, to know what one would feel like: babysitters, teachers, you name it, even my football coach; they all wanted to have a go with me. Luckily, the molestation didn’t weigh too much on my psyche. Or maybe it did? Maybe this badass biker dude you see in front of you, who likes to get in bar fights, is compensation for those times; I hadn’t thought about it that way before…”
“Great self-diagnosis, Bryce! See, you’re not just all cock, you have a brain too.” chimes Gloria.
“Ok, that’s enough Gloria!” thunders Ryan.
“Bryce, I’m sorry to hear about those who took advantage of you. Child abuse really sickens me, but do you think any of that contributed to you being gay?”
“Nah, I knew I would be gay before then. I remember having a crush on my Dad’s army buddy when I was as young as six,” replies Bryce.
“Wow, that young? So after all these years, I’m sure you’ve heard every big dick joke and nickname out there, huh?” asks Ryan. “Yeah, I’ve pretty much heard them all,” says Bryce, with shrugged shoulders.
Gloria jumps in again, “From the looks of it, I bet airlines charge you an extra carry-on fee for that thing!”
Bryce rolls his eyes, while Ryan laughs so hard, his eyes begin to water. He is wheezing, trying to catch his breath, but impatiently wanting to deliver his own joke:
“Yeah! From the way that dancer boy was limping, you must be harboring a Weapon of Ass Destruction.”
Bryce raises his two middle fingers to both of them before dragging Ryan out his office: “Alright, enough. You had your fun. Ryan, let’s get out of here already; Quist won’t investigate itself.”
“Yeah, you are right,” agrees Ryan, while wiping tears from his eye, “Gloria, we’ll see you around!”
As the men head out the door, Ryan asks, “Other than biking, what else do you do for fun? Do you play any sports? Maybe we can go golfing someday.”
Then putting his hands behind his back and swiveling his hips in a downward motion, he says, “I’m sure your swiiiing is amazing.” As Ryan relapse into another bout of laughter, Bryce passes his right hand around Ryan’s neck, and places his head in a headlock, while closing the office door behind them.
***
Night has fallen again, and Sage is doing what she knows best: inciting bulges in trousers and inspiring damp patches underneath dresses. Unbeknownst to her and her crowd of many, many patrons, outside, members of the ‘Disciple of Zion’ come to protest A Wicked Haven, and have barricaded its gates, preventing the free flow of traffic on, and off, the island.
The protesters, about a hundred in number, chant fervently, and held up placards, some of which read: “Repent”, “You will face damnation” and “Turn from the path of wickedness”. Patrons, who are hoping to gain entry into a Wicked Haven, soon begins to honk incessantly in their impatience, and in less than an hour, the bridge leading to a Wicked Haven is in utter chaos.
A man, in a black knee-length leather jacket and an eyepatch, walks to Wicked Haven’s gates, and asks the security he finds at the sentry post:
“What’s going on here?”
“Sir, protesters arrived earlier in the evening, and they tried to access the island, so we closed the gates against them.”
“I see,” booms the man, “But the night is much too young for the gates to be closed; we still have many patrons to attend to.”
“What do you say we do, Sir?” asks another guard.
The Enforcer inhales deeply before answering,
“Give me your gun, and open the gates.”
The guard complies without hesitation, as he relinquishes his firearm and watches the one-eyed man breeze pass him, towards the opening gates. When the protesters see that the gates are reopening, they make to surge through with one accord, only to be stopped by a lone figure, in all black, blocking their path. The Enforcer raises the gun skywards, and let out three warning shots. On hearing gunshots, the protesters turn and took to their heels, running away from the line of fire.
“Fuckers should have stayed in church,” chuckles the Enforcer, “I would have set the dogs on ‘em.” He then turns, and heads back into Quist.
Somewhere down that same bridge, Ryan and Bryce are waiting in the hectic traffic to get into Wicked Haven. They are listening to the radio when they hear three sounds that police officers know better than anyone else;
“Is that what I think it is?” asks Bryce.
Almost immediately, a horde of disconcerted-looking people come running from the direction of Wicked Haven, stamping their feet on their bridge, like a herd of bulls.
“These must be the protesters we heard about on the radio,” surmises Ryan.
“Looks like it,” agrees Bryce, “But I sure hope those were just warning shots we heard.”
“So do I, Bryce, so do I,” says Ryan, as he shifts the car’s gear into drive, and inches his way along the slow-moving trail of cars into a Wicked Haven.
Half an hour later, Ryan and Bryce are seated at the Showroom, watching the Guilty Pleasures Show. They catch the last minutes of Dax Brayton’s performance. Then the show transitions into a segment that involves Sage going around and uncovering the guilty pleasures of who ever she deems.
She reaches Ryan, and begins to flirt like she’s never had before with him.
“What’s your name, hottie?”she asks.
“Renly,” answers Ryan.
“Okay, Renly!” she continues, while getting on his laps and straddling him, “What’s your guilty pleasure?” before adding in a whisper, “You can tell me, it’ll be our little secret.”
“My Guilty Ple
asure is Poetry,” Ryan whispers back.
“That’s odd,” thinks Sage, she has never had an answer like that. Quickly recovering from Ryan’s surprising answer, she asks him to read the audience one of his pieces. Reaching into his back pocket, Ryan produces a piece of paper, and begins to read:
My best friend and I, we grew up together.
Inseparable the two of us, no matter the weather.
Friendships become close when you help someone bathe,
We’ll stay best friends forever, for the rest of my days,
We keep each other grounded, and live life carefree.
I keep him in check, he reminds me to pee;
Now we’re both grown up, and a few things have changed.
Girls come to focus, but our friendship remains.
One morning, he wakes me and asks me to play.
It was like a natural instinct that showed me the way.
Unfamiliar at first, but exciting to tend,
Like a curious novel, I want to see how it ends.
The stroke of each page gets me higher and higher,
Then an overwhelming surge soon burns my desire.
I look to my friend, in my hand turning red.
He erupts in white tears, which soon rains on my bed.
My body convulses with shockwaves of joy,
An elation of ecstasy has just been deployed.
A revelation is born and a new bond between friends.
A ritual we’ll cherish, Happily Ever After, The End.
The crowd breaks into applause, amid laughter. Even Sage is impressed, and as she moves from Ryan to begin another segment of the show, she makes a mental note to find him again.
After the show has ended, Ryan puts in a request with Lydia, that he wants a fantasy that involves pain. He hopes that with such a request, he will be taken to the room 7734; he fears the activities that transpire behind the steel blue door tends towards ‘S&M’ or even something more sinister.
Lydia asks him to wait, while she goes over to Sage and slips her a note. Minutes later, Sage approaches Ryan, and flirts even harder than before,
“Hey, hottie! Got your message from Lydia,” she says, while flashing him the piece of paper, “Who would have thought you were the type? What do you say, we go and get more familiar with each other?”
“Uh, sure,” replies Ryan, before being led by the hand of Sage into the backrooms.
“I’ll wait here,” yells Bryce.
When Sage brings Ryan to the Fantasy Room, she doesn’t take him to the room , instead, she takes him to the elevator, up to an exquisitely furnished but dimly lit suite, that overlooks the bay and the downtown skyline.
“Your poetry is beautiful; it’s unlike anything I’ve ever heard,” compliments Sage, as the door clicks shut behind her.
“Well, thank you. I do my best,” responds Ryan, his eyes searching the room for anything incriminating.
“Do you mind reading me another piece?” asks Sage, “Something sexier and dirtier?”
Ryan pulls another piece of paper from his coat pocket, then begins to read in a theatrical voice:
As I lick up the nectar that drips from her lips.
My tongue soon probes deeper as I pull close her hips.
She submits to my control that she just can’t ignore,
Squirming relentless and begging for more.
While my face is half buried, I rub her firm tits.
My member starts throbbing when I bite on her clit.
I pull, and I spit to extinguish her flame
She clenches and arches, and screams out my name.
Reaching the end of his erotic passage, he looks up from the piece of paper to find Sage completely topless, wearing only a leather g-string in heels, carrying a whip. She then put forward the question:
“How do you like it?”
Ryan consults with his “Itch” briefly, before replying,
“Rough.”
“How rough?” asks Sage, as she cracks the whip and begins to strut, seductively and slowly, towards Ryan. Ryan, still recoiling from the sound of the whip, finds himself unable to reply. Warm air is breathed down his neck, followed by a nose gently brushing against his nape.
“When did she get here?” thinks Ryan, as Sage says,
“You smell good.”
A wet tongue, dripping with saliva, soon went where her nose had been. After seconds of thorough licking, Sage speaks again,
“Mmmm, and you taste good.”
She comes from behind Ryan to stand in his very front. As she bends and caresses his chin, she purrs:
“I’m going to savor every inch of your body.”
Her fingers go lower and lower, past his nose and mouth, and when they are under his chin, a pocket knife flicks open, pressing the blade against his throat,
“Oh, this is going to be good,” laughs Sage, as she licks her lips.
Out of the blue, two muscular men reach from the dark, and grabs Ryan by the arms. Fearing he is in deep waters, Ryan fights to free himself but to no avail, as he’s firmly held. Two other men morph from the dark and walk to the center of the room, where, with the push of a button, a platform base, with a giant metal circular frame rise from the floor. Inside the frame is three more concentric metal rings, with a straight bar, running across their middle. The initial two men bring Ryan over to the apparatus, and the last two strap him down by the waist, and did the same with his arms and legs in a transverse ‘X’ shape. The last thing they did to Ryan, before re-entering the shadows, is to quiet him with a rubber ball-gag in his mouth.
After Ryan has been ‘prepared’, Sage, who has been hovering in the back, approaches him again in the same seductive strut from earlier. She stops, inches from the tip of his nose, before snapping her fingers twice, all the while maintaining eye contact with Ryan. Ryan, thinking his cover has been blown, and the snap is a signal for the Enforcer to step out, when instead, sultry music begins to filter from speakers that hangs overhead, somewhere in the dark.
“I’m gonna give you pain like you’ve never had it,” whispers Sage, as he rips open his shirt, sending all his shirt buttons clattering to the floor. She takes her hand, and caress Ryan’s crotch, and says:
“This is now mine.”
She then undoes his belt buckle, and begins to yank the belt from around his waist, one yank at a time. “I’m going to jerk…” she yanks, “…suck…” another yank, “…and fuck…” a third yank, “…this thing all night long.”
Sage draws Ryan’s belt out from the loops of his trousers, and after wrapping the end with the buckle around her fist, she lashes Ryan hard, across the chest.
“Umph!” grunted Ryan, as he tries to bear the pain.
“Of all things to ask for: pain!” regrets Ryan, as he writhes in agony.
Sage’s free hand soon flashes the pocket knife from earlier, which she used to rip his clothes away, ferociously shredding every piece of material, until only his underwear is left. She then reaches down, to the base of the contraption, and releases a lever, before grabbing the inner ring that Ryan is attached to, and rotating him gyro-spherically, downwards.
She continues whispering sweet nothings in his ear, as she dances through his limbs and the multiple rings of the gyro-sphere. She eventually comes to the outside of the rings, and as she stands over his stretched body, she orders,
“You will submit to me. Whatever I want, I will fuckin take without your permission.”
Another hard lash, with his belt, lands across the back. This time, Ryan screams but the gag-ball stuffed into his mouth suppresses it; streams of saliva begins to flow from the sides of his mouth, around the gag-ball and onto the floor.
Sage takes a small container of body oil that sits at the base of the gyrosphere, and begins to pour its contents down the spine of Ryan’s back,
“I will have you running like a well-oiled machine,” she says, while spreading and rubbing the oil over his entire back.
“Oil is essent
ial for keeping the gears grinding, and the engine running. You have to be your own pit crew to make sure you win the race. So let me check under the hood to see what we are working with.”
She crouches down and lays underneath him, with her head directly under Ryan’s crotch. “Now, to make a few adjustments…” she announces, as she produces her pocketknife again, and cut Ryan’s underwear away to reveal his dangling manhood,
“Aww, that’s what I was looking for,” coos Sage, as she reaches up and begins to caress and lubricate his genitals with her oily hands.
As Ryan reaches full erection, Sage sang out:
“See, all a machine needs is a little oil.”
She rubs him more vigorously while speaking still,
”Mmmm, this vehicle is going to ride good. But before the race, let’s make sure the brakes work.” She then unexpectedly and aggressively yanks down on his scrotum, making Ryan thrash in pain amid muffled screams.
“Yes, don’t forget,” hiss Sage,“I’m in control; you’re the vehicle and I’m the driver.”
Pulling herself upwards by Ryan’s genitals, she sniffs the liquid that is seeping from the tip of the human pedestal,
“Mmmm!” she exclaims, “I can smell that you’re ready to ride.”
She bends the penis backward, towards the gap between his thighs, and begins to kiss its head. She did this for a while, before turning her attention to his scrotum sac.
Sage then tucks her legs underneath herself, positioning herself in a crouch, and slowly took the whole of Ryan’s scrotum into her mouth; she runs her tongue along the back part of the sac, up his taint, and to his ass hole. She teases the rim of his hole with her tongue, before probing it deep inside him. Ryan squirms from the unfamiliar zones being awakened, struggling to free himself, and desperately holding on to his male identity. Sage finally stops and stands erect between Ryan’s legs. She takes her finger, and caresses it around the rim of his hold, and thunders.
“This…is also mine.”
After minutes of anal stimulation, Sage then rotates the gyrosphere, and dances to the other side, bringing him to rest facing the ceiling; she gets on to his torso from his head, then crawls down his shoulders, and onto his chest. Pausing momentarily to press her maidenhead against Ryan’s face, she continues her crawl, kissing Ryan’s body as she goes until she finally reaches his partially erect penis. She skirted around the organ, kissing and sucking the surrounding areas, prompting Ryan to cringe and heave from the tickling sensation.