His Fantasy Made Real

by Beverly L Anderson

  “I guess you could say that. I think I haven’t fit with any of the matches I’ve made so far. Why are you on a dating app?” Elliot asked. “I mean, you seem to have everything going for you, why in the world would you need to come to online dating?”

  Angelica smiled broadly. “Oh, just a little diversion. Sometimes I like to go out and have a good time with no stress on the dating scene. It can be nice to go out without expectations, you know.” She shrugged.

  Elliot frowned a little because he had some expectations, and they led back to her place for the night. He cleared his throat. “Do you have any other family? I mean other than your friend, Deandre?”

  “Not really. That’s why Deandre and I got so close. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and neither did he, so we just kinda watched out for each other like family. I had a pretty shitty father who left when I was nine, and Deandre’s dad was always amazing and helped my mom out with stuff when she needed it. His mom was real nice, too. She always made cookies when I came over. It’s a wonder I wasn’t obese as a child from the way that woman cooked!” She laughed and took another bite.

  Elliot shifted a little uncomfortably at the mention of weight. So far tonight, he hadn’t been thinking about his own. He smoothed a hand over his stomach under the table and smiled despite the sick feeling it left in the pit of his belly.

  “My mom wasn’t much of a cook,” he said. “We ate a lot of takeout when I was growing up. I grew up in St. Peters, and that’s where I went to school. Are you from St. Louis or somewhere else?”

  “St. Louis my whole life!” she exclaimed, picking up her glass and taking a long drink. “You didn’t say if you had any brothers or sisters?”

  “Oh, I actually have four. Three older sisters and a younger brother. We’re all close together in age, though, so my oldest sister is only five years older than me.” He smiled, taking a bit to think about how to explain the next part. “But my mom is raising one of my sister’s kids right now.”

  “Oh really? How’d that happen?”

  “Well, Daniella got into drugs when she was a teenager, and ended up pregnant. She’s twenty-three now, but she’s still out there partying it up. So, my mom has custody of her son. He’s a great kid, but he had some birth defects from her being on meth while she was pregnant.” He paused, sighing. “Albert is his name. He just has some intellectual delays and some behavior issues. But my mom’s working on it with him, and he’s not doing too bad. He’s come a long way since he was born early and tiny, so that’s good.”

  “I’m sorry to hear your sister isn’t in a good place, it has to be tough on the whole family.” She had a look on her face Elliot wasn’t sure how to place.

  “Yeah, holiday dinners are always a trip,” Elliot smiled wanly. Suddenly his burger didn’t look as appetizing as it had.

  “What about your other sisters and brother?”

  “Oh, that’s not too bad. My oldest sister, Candance, is married and has two kids already. She lives in St. Peters still, that’s where my parents live, then there’s Brandy. She’s only a year older than me, so she’s still in school. She’s going to Lindenwood, though. She’s into some program for sociology. Then, I’m closest to my little brother, Jason. He is two years younger than me and just graduated high school. He’s started at UMSL this fall, undeclared major, so far. He doesn’t know what he wants to do yet.” He grinned a bit. “Boys gotta stick together with all those older girls!”

  “I imagine,” she said, putting her fork down on her mostly empty plate.

  Elliot finished off the burger, his appetite coming back after they got off the subject of Daniella. “You said your dad left, is you mom still around?”

  “Oh yeah, she’s still around. I see her about once a week. We keep up with each other pretty closely.”

  The waitress came and cleared their plates, leaving the ticket. Elliot picked it up and pulled out his card to pay. He always paid for his dates, which was why sometimes he had spaces of time he didn’t date when he was low on funds.

  “So, what do you want to do after this?”

  “Well, dinner and a movie are always fun,” she mused. “There’s a couple good ones showing tonight. Unless you want to go see a play I’ve been dying to see.”

  “A play? Which one?”

  “Much Ado About Nothing. I have a weakness for Shakespeare and this one stars a black actor. It’s a new theater company which just started up. Oh, but we probably won’t be able to get tickets. So, I guess a movie is our only option,” she said a little sadly. “I’ll have to catch the show before it ends.”

  Glad he’d saved up the last couple weeks, he smiled at her. “Awesome. Let’s go.”

  “Oh, why not just take my car?” she mentioned as they got up to pay.

  “Uh, sure, I guess, but what about mine?” he asked as they got to the counter. He paid the ticket, signing the receipt and adding an appropriate tip to it.

  “Make sure it’s locked up and I can bring you back to it after we’re done.” She smiled at him as they headed out the door.

  Elliot nodded. “Alright, sounds good. No reason to waste gas, right?” He smiled again. “Let me make sure it’s locked,” he said, pulling out his key fob and clicking the lock again just to make sure. “Okay. Shall we?”

  “Please.” She walked over to her borrowed car. It was a very nice car, Elliot thought as he got in. He wasn’t a car guy, but he thought it seemed like something fancy. “It’s my brother’s, like I said,” she commented as she buckled her seatbelt.

  “Oh, yeah. It’s a nice car.”

  They headed out to the movie theater and once there, they easily agreed on a film to see. They got a couple drinks and a tub of popcorn. Elliot was actually looking forward to this movie, but halfway through it, he realized he hadn’t put any moves on her at all. And she didn’t seem to be giving any signals either. He swallowed and wondered what she was thinking. The rest of the movie, he thought more on it and missed the ending because he was so distracted. The way things were going, he was going to end up back at the dorms tonight.

  “That was great!” she exclaimed as they walked back to the car. “I had a wonderful time!” She smiled at him.

  “Oh, me too!” Elliot agreed. “What now?”

  She frowned and tapped her chin. “I know, we should go back to my place for a nightcap, what do you say?”

  Elliot grinned. “Oh, sure, that sounds like fun.” Maybe tonight wouldn’t be a wash after all.

  They arrived at lovely looking house away from everything outside the city in Chesterfield. There were no neighbors close by, and it was surrounded by a thick hedge. She got out and gestured for him to follow her. He did, watching the way her skirt rode up her thigh a little as she walked. She led him in and to a kitchen, where she poured them each a glass of wine.

  “Are you even old enough to drink?” she asked, smiling. “Your profile said you were twenty-one, but I don’t believe it.”

  Blushing a little, he ducked his head. “Well, I’m twenty, so I’m close enough,” he muttered, sipping his wine.

  “Want a little tour?” She finished her wine in one long drink, surprising him.

  “Uh, sure.” He downed his own glass to catch up with her. If he felt a little heady, he didn’t let it bother him. He wasn’t used to alcohol very often after all.

  She led him around, showing him all the rooms until they got to the last room: her bedroom.

  “And this is my room,” she said, gesturing to the closed door.

  “Oh, um, can I see what it looks like?” he asked, trying to seem casual about it. This is where he had hoped to end up for the night.

  Smiling again, she glanced between him and the door. “Oh, are you sure you want me to open this door?”

  He arched a brow at her and nodded. “Um, yeah, that’s what I said...”

  “Okay,” she smirked and pushed the door open, stepping back to let him in. The room was pitch black, though. Because the hall light only
lit up the very inside of the doorway, he couldn’t see anything beyond a couple feet. “The light switch is just in the door there.” She stepped back.

  Elliot was a bit confused at the way she was acting but he stepped into the doorway and reached for the light.

  Immediately, someone grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him into the dark room. He gasped as he felt another person grab his other arm. He still couldn’t see anything, but now he heard breathing. There were people in this room, hiding in the dark!

  “Hey, let me go!” he yelped, and then someone wrapped a piece of fabric between his lips, forcing his mouth open, gagging him.

  “Mumph!” he tried as he felt both arms twisted behind him one on top of the other and rope against his skin. They were tying his arms behind his back! His heartrate skyrocketed and he wondered just what was going on here.

  “Angelica, be a dear and hit the light,” he heard a man’s smooth voice from nearby.

  Suddenly, the room was awash in light. It took a second for his eyes to adjust, but then he could see clearly. He was standing at the foot of a king-sized sleigh bed placed in the center of the room. At the head of it, sat a man with dirty blond hair pulled back in a ponytail and tattooed sleeves on both arms. Standing beside the bed was a man with long dyed green hair and piercings in his eyebrows, nose, and ears. Both were grinning at him. The only other thing in the room was a chair that sat in the corner where a man with short brown hair was sitting with his legs crossed. Someone was behind him, hands locked around his biceps. He heaved rapid breaths as he stared at the man in the chair.

  “Ah, what have we here?” the brown-haired man said as he stood up slowly. His eyes were dark brown, and Elliot could see he was tanned. He was wearing a beige business suit and a red tie. He walked over and cupped Elliot’s face in his hands, and when Elliot jerked away from him, he slapped him. “No, no, none of that. You don’t seem to realize your position, do you?”

  Elliot turned his head to get a look at the one holding his arms behind him. This man was much taller than Elliot with dark skin, a shaved head, and a broad grin. Elliot swallowed, feeling spit drip from the edges of his mouth. The sound of a shutter caused him to growl against the gag and he turned his head the other way to see Angelica was standing just inside the door, fiddling with a camera.

  “I told you I was a photographer, Elliot,” she said as she moved closer. “What I didn’t tell you was that while our date was fun, it wasn’t going anywhere. I’m a lesbian and very happy with my girlfriend Terri.”

  Elliot’s eyes widened. It was all a lie? The whole thing?

  “He’s fit enough,” came the gruff voice from the guy holding him. “A little meaty, but he’s alright.” Elliot struggled again, but the guy had an iron grip on him.

  Angelica snapped a picture, the flash blinding him for a second. “I believe I’ve already told you about everyone tonight. This is Robert,” she said, gesturing to the brown-haired man in front of him. He turned forward to stare at him. “Behind you is Deandre, my brother. And the one on the bed there is David, and the last is Tommy.”

  He tried to say, “What do you want with me” but it came out “wot oo oo ant ith ee” and the one holding him from behind jerked him a little.

  “Oh, we’re going to have some fun, Elliot, was it?” Robert murmured, putting a hand on his chest over his heart for a second. “But first, let’s get rid of these clothes. They’re in the way.”

  Elliot started to struggle again, but Deandre only yanked on his arms more. Robert started unbuttoning Elliot’s shirt very slowly. He looked down, watching him go down the buttons. He was panting behind the gag by the time the last one came undone, his shirt falling open. Robert smoothed his hands over Elliot’s chest, pausing to pinch painfully at his nipples. He had never been touched like this by another man, and no one had ever messed with his nipples before. It hurt, but at the same time, he kind of liked the feeling of having them touched.

  “Good, good, he’s responsive. It won’t be a boring night after all.” Robert smiled as his fingers went for the button on Elliot’s slacks. Elliot tried to move back away from the wandering hands only to have the back of his head smacked by Deandre.

  “Be still, dammit, or yer gonna get hurt worse,” he growled, and Elliot didn’t know what to do.

  He felt his shirt being pulled down his arms and Deandre tying it around his bound forearms. Robert slipped his slacks down off his hips. He pulled on the band of his boxer shorts and then slipped them down as well so both pooling at his feet. Robert hummed and reached between Elliot’s legs, grasping his cock and stroking him. Elliot winced, the touching setting his body on fire as excited as he was right then.

  “Ah, look, I think he’s enjoying himself,” Robert said after a few moments of stimulating him.

  “No, op!” he yelled through the gag.

  “No one here is going to stop until you are well, and truly fucked, do you understand?” Robert snarled as he grabbed his chin and tilted his head up toward him. “Do you get what’s happening now?”

  Elliot couldn’t help the sudden wave of intense arousal that went over him. He was scared out of his mind, but somehow it was exciting at the same time.

  “Come on, Robert, I’m getting bored,” David complained from the bed. “You can’t just play with him all night. I wanna see some tears in those beautiful blue eyes of his.”

  Robert smirked. “Of course, I wouldn’t want anyone to get bored. Deandre, lay him down over here on his stomach,” he gestured toward the bed.

  He fought the hold and stumbled as Deandre dragged him towards the bed, but he couldn’t get away as he was bent over it. He felt someone removing his shoes, then his pants and boxers from around his ankles. He turned his head to the side and glared at the one named David.

  “He’s got fire, I give him that.” David grinned, reaching out to ruffle a hand through Elliot’s hair.

  “Ng!” he grunted, shaking his head.

  “He’s a little chunky, but he’s got a nice, tight ass,” he heard one of them say, and felt hands sliding against his ass.

  “But has he had it plowed before, is the question.” Deandre slid his hand down and shoved a finger deep inside him. It was somewhat painful but didn’t seem to be as painful as he expected. He guessed they were using something slick to make easier.

  “Ah!” he gasped, feeling the strange sensation of someone else touching him there. It wasn’t like when he did it himself at all; it felt immeasurably better.

  “I think he plays with himself,” Deandre said, twisting and working another finger into him, making Elliot whine. “He’s not as tight as he should be if he were really a virgin. Wonder if he’s got toys.”

  Elliot squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think about anything but the questing fingers inside him. Elliot hummed loudly as he started brushing up against something which felt really different and good, something he’d never reached with his own fingers. He felt him put a hand on his lower back to hold him in place and then start plunging his fingers harder into him. He felt tears already. He couldn’t stop them, whether from shame or frustration, he didn’t know.

  “Here, let me get a good angle,” Angelica said, her voice making him open his eyes and look up. She had appeared where Elliot could see her. She snapped a picture and moved away.

  “I want his cherry,” Deandre stated, fingers still buried inside him. “It was my sister who found him for us.”

  “Yes, go ahead. You can have first. Here,” he heard Robert say. Elliot looked over to the left and saw him standing at the end of the bed. Then he tossed something over him to Deandre.

  Deandre leaned over his back and put his hands on Elliot’s shoulders, his hardness pressing up against his ass through his jeans. “You scared?” he growled as he thrust his hips into him.

  “leese, no,” he whimpered through the gag.

  “Nah, be a good boy, and I’ll take the gag off. It won’t matter because there ain’t no one who can hear you
where we are even if you scream bloody murder.” Elliot could feel him keenly, and he couldn’t help the fact his own cock was throbbing worse right then. As scary as this should have been, as scary as it was, he couldn’t help how incredibly hard he was.

  Elliot shut his eyes again and felt Deandre stand up. He heard the zipper of his jeans. Elliot panted, his heart hammering in his chest. This was it. Deandre was really going to do it. He was going to put his cock inside him. Just like all those videos he’d watched and masturbated to. He heard a snapping sound of a bottle opening, and then something cold dripped down the seam of his ass, making him jerk in surprise. He felt Deandre’s cock pressing against him, sliding against the outside until he pushed in enough to breech him with the tip. Elliot tensed, gasping at the strange feeling of pain and pressure.

  “God dammit, relax, fuck,” Deandre growled. Then he pulled back, sliding completely out for a second, before he slid forward again until he was fully sheathed. This time he seemed to slide in easily. Elliot’s eyes flew open at the feeling of something that size going into him. He was obviously not small in any fashion.

  “That’s tight,” Deandre commented, tossing something onto the bed. Elliot turned his head to the right and saw it was a bottle of clear stuff. The bed moved and Elliot saw David was still sitting at the head of the bed. He got up on his knees to reach over and picked up the bottle before tossing it to the side.

  “Don’t take all night to get yer nut off,” David muttered. “I think I’m gonna play with his mouth some.”

  Elliot shook his head, feeling Deandre slowly thrusting into him. David reached behind his head and untied the gag, pulling it off. Elliot gasped for air, feeling tears hot on his cheeks.

  “Please, stop!” he begged.

  Instead of stopping, Deandre only got a bit faster and David grabbed him by the hair to jerk his head back. “Now, you bite, you don’t get out of here alive, understand?” David told him.

  Elliot believed him. Deandre grabbed his bound forearms in one hand and his shoulder with the other so he could pull him until he was standing enough so that David could reach his face. David moved up to him and pulled himself out of the jeans he was wearing and pressed his cock up against his lips. Elliot opened slightly, and David snapped his hips, shoving himself deep into his mouth and throat. Elliot gagged, choking slightly on him because he was not small either.