“Not too much resistance there, it seems” said Todd.
Adam lost control of his breathing.
“If you insist on complaining, we will have to talk face to face.”
He jerked Adam around until he was facing him.
Todd then tore off his own pants and boxers until he was completely naked too, his huge, wet erection pressing against Adam’s. As Adam looked down, he could see the sweat dripping over Todd’s rugged torso and pecs, with precum dripping from his swollen cock.
He started thrusting his hips against Adam.
“Confess.”
Adam didn’t need any more prompting. He slid down to his knees and took Todd’s wet cock into his mouth, pulling back his foreskin, licking of the droplets off, his handcuffed hands still behind him. He could scarcely fit his lips around Todd’s cock. He shuddered with delight.
“Confess, prisoner!”
Adam starting sucking his cock.
Todd let out a cry
“The arrest—” heavy breathing, “is imminent.” The sheriff started face-fucking Adam vigorously as his tongue slid over and under Todd’s foreskin. Adam tasted his sweet man scent, that musky, masculine smell that drove him crazy, as well as the taste of precum.
Few moments later he started fondling Todd’s massive balls with his tongue. Todd spread his strong, hairy legs for better balance, even as the pleasure seemed to engulf him.
“Oh fuck!”
“I want to confess,” whispered Adam, but the sheriff was now beyond control.
“I love you,” said Adam.
When Adam finally took him in his mouth again, Todd exclaimed.
“I love you too, oh god . . .”
Todd’s thick penis now completely filled his mouth. When the sheriff close to orgasm, Adam rose and kissed him. His warm, wet mouth was everything Adam had ever fantasized about, his tongue searching for him. He felt Todd’s heart beat against his own; his wet, hot cock firmly pressed against Adam’s thighs.
Todd spun Adam around suddenly and pushed him against the wall again. He jerked his handcuffed hands downward. He spat on his hands, lubricated his cock and entered Adam. His cock was bigger than anything Adam had ever experienced before. He let out a cry of pain.
Todd stopped moving.
“You okay, prisoner?”
Adam let out a breath.
“Yeah. Just . . . take it slowly. Please!”
The sheriff breathed heavily.
“I don’t know if I could at this stage.”
Adam sighed when Todd re-entered him.
Todd slowly moved inside him. Then he increased the rhythm. He went faster and faster. Adam felt something he had never experienced before. An orgasm was building up inside him without him even touching himself, his cock pressed against the wall.
Todd was now beyond control.
While he fucked Adam, he put his hands on Adam’s cock, but before he could even start caressing him, Adam exploded with a loud groan. The waves of pleasure tore through his body and his cock, spluttering over the wall.
Todd plunged into a heated climax, not long after. He held onto Adam’s quivering shaft as he came inside him. He shouted Adam’s name.
“O fuck, Adam!!”
He shuddered and groaned and said his name again and again, until he finally managed to stop.
Adam’s legs were weak with exhaustion.
Todd slowly withdrew his cock from Adam, who fell to his knees, his body shivering. Then Todd slid down until he was sitting next to Adam.
The only sound was their breaths, Adam’s cum dripping down the wall.
They sat there for quite some time before Todd finally said: “You know . . .” he tried to regain control over his voice, “this is the first time . . .” He drew in a sharp breath again, “I actually fucked . . . another man.”
“Any complaints, officer?”
“Yeah. Next time . . . it should be the other way around.”
“Next time, I promise. But I will be gentler.”
“Thanks. You think I will be man enough to take it?”
“You will be all man, Todd.”
There was silence again.
“You will definitely have to repaint these walls,” said Todd as he looked at the mess Adam made.
“Is that an order?”
“That is an order.”
Some more silence, just filled with heavy breathing.
“So?” Adam managed a smile. “Are you going to uncuff me now? Or am I still under arrest?”
Todd kissed him slowly. It was a long, hot kiss.
“I wish I could put you under arrest forever, Adam Young. So you’d better behave.”
“I promise,” smiled Adam.
“Want to go at it again?”
Chapter eight
For the first time Adam was in a jubilant mood. Life was good. John and his mother had finally received proper help and things were more or less going well with Todd. Furthermore, Darlene finally had to admit that her love for her son, as well as Pastor Ken’s well-intended prayers for him, had finally paid off. She started to give her son some space and made an effort to not be so overbearing or demanding.
It also helped that she liked Todd a lot. She, however, did not know exactly how crazy Adam was about Todd or everything that had happened between them.
Now Adam was on his way to his new office. The furniture he’d ordered was scheduled to arrive later that afternoon. He wanted to arrange the furniture according to the design he’d pictured when he’d walked into the building for the first time. He also needed to choose a neutral paint color for the walls that had a more tranquil and calming effect.
The walls. Fuck me over . . . that moment with the handcuffs played over and over again in his mind.
He’d arranged to meet Todd for a beer after he finished arranging his new furniture. He informed Todd about the delivery because he suspected that Todd was probably planning another surprise visit.
When he arrived, the delivery truck was already waiting. Two good-looking guys carried the furniture into the warehouse, both in their early twenties. They delivered a metro grey leather chair and a two-seater brown leather couch for clients.
Adam showed the two delivery boys where he wanted them to place the furniture. Then he signed off the paperwork and gave them a generous tip. He decided not to lock the warehouse hoping that Todd might pop in.
He placed the paint samples next to the wall where he’d had his Todd-orgasm, then proceeded to paint a light grey square. He preferred the softer grey however, even though statistically many people found grey depressing. Next, he painted a green square next to the first sample. The green had a darker tone and further contributed to a feeling of tranquility.
He eventually lost track of time.
As Adam experimented with the samples on the wall, somebody put his hands over his eyes. Adam expected it to be Todd.
“Hey, handsome. You are not going to scare me this time,” Adam said.
There was no response. Then the hands moved in for a tighter grip around Adam’s head.
“Are you in the mood to play?” asked Adam.
“Shh!”
“Oh ok. Whatever you want, baby!”
The voice continued to whisper, “Don’t move.”
Suddenly he tied a piece of black cloth around his head, plunging Adam into complete darkness. Next, Adam’s hands were swiftly tied behind his back.
“What the hell?”
Somebody breathed into his ear.
“Todd?”
Hands slowly rubbed all over Adam’s body, from his chest to his stomach, then over his buttocks and then the hands gripped his cock and balls firmly as the man behind him whispered, “Who did you expect?”
That’s when Adam realized that it wasn’t Todd.
“Who the fuck are you?”
The person struck Adam with a blunt object over his head. He sank to the floor and lost consciousness.
*****
Ad
am came to from a harsh kick in the stomach. “If you want to live, show some respect. No screaming. Do you understand?”
Adam felt cold shivers running down his spine. The pain was intense as he started coughing.
“Yes. I hear you.”
From the corner of the room another voice said, “I want to do it.”
The other man laughed. “You want to undress the fucking fag? Be my guest!”
They ripped his T-shirt off.
“Oh look! The fag’s horny! Look at his titties.”
Adam was petrified, but realized that his only chance for survival was to be quiet and not to resist. He tried to get his breath back.
“Oh no! Mommy’s boy is crying.” He felt a gun against his head.
“No time for crying now, faggot. You will have more than enough reason to cry when you feel this gun up your ass.”
Adam felt his clothes being torn off him. He was now completely naked and vulnerable.
“Oh look. His little cock is limp. And we thought it would rise to the occasion! What a disappointment. So we’re not going to have any fun!”
“Please let me go. I don’t know what you want, but please leave!”
The gun against his head was answer enough.
“Shut up you fucking queer! You’re going to pay for what you’ve done!”
He had no idea what they were talking about.
“What did I do?”
“Unmask him. He will understand when he sees us.”
Someone removed the cloth. Adam’s eyes took a few seconds to adjust. Then he saw two men. It was the same men who’d stolen his groceries.
“Remember John Stone?” the bigger one snarled.
He didn’t reply.
“No one steals our friends. We had big plans for that boy!”
“But he was vulnerable. You used him! At least he is safe now!”
The two men both laughed. “That’s what you think”
“I don’t understand.”
The big man sat down next to him. He forced Adam’s legs open and placed his gun under his testicles. It sent shivers through his body.
“Please stop!”
“Keep your fucking mouth shut!” The older man stuffed something into Adam’s mouth.
“Before I put this pistol up your cute little ass—let me show you something.”
The older man looked at his friend. “Bring him.”
As the man left the room, Adam’s attacker looked directly at him—a snarl on his face. Every time Adam tried to move he pressed the gun against his testicles, sending a sharp pain through Adam’s body.
Then Adam heard footsteps. A few moments later his second attacker marched back with John Stone in tow.
The boy shook his head and fell down on his knees. “Adam. I am so sorry.”
Adam was too shocked to speak.
The leader of the gang spoke again. “So let me explain to you how this is going to work. No one steals members from our gang. And no member of our gang has the right to leave. This is a brotherhood for life.”
John tried to bargain with them. “Please leave Adam out of this. He tried to help me. He didn’t mean to hurt you.”
The leader of the gang gun-whipped John. “Shut up. Remember, we can go to prison.”
John shook his head and started vomiting. Perhaps they’d also drugged him.
The leader continued. “This is what’s going to happen. John is going to take this gun and shove it up Adam’s ass.”
John started pleading but the leader continued.
“Then you’re going to fire it, my boy. Your fingerprints will be all over this weapon.”
“No fucking way. I’d rather kill myself.”
“Remember, Johnny boy. If you don’t do as we want, we are going to kill that useless excuse of a mother of yours!”
“But why? What are you trying to do?”
“Punish this scumbag who raped you.”
“Raped me?” John shook his head. “He was the only person who tried to help me.”
“Save that story for when you get to heaven, Johnny.”
The leader took a few breaths.
“So let’s run through this again. You shoot Adam up the ass. You will then lie next to him and suffer an overdose.”
“What overdose?”
“The drugs we are going to stuff into you.”
“No, please let him go. I will re-join the gang.”
“Oh no. Once a traitor, always a traitor. Fucking asshole!”
The second man gave a pen and paper to John.
“This is your suicide letter.”
“My what?!”
“You are going to tell the world that Adam forced you to lie about us.”
“I won’t do it!”
“Oh really?” The leader took a knife from his pocket and stabbed Adam in the leg.
He screamed.
“If you don’t do as we say, I will slowly kill your rapist friend by castrating him.”
“But he did not rape me! He only helped me!”
“Shut the fuck up!”
Adam could feel blood on his leg. The pain felt as intense as if somebody was pressing a red hot iron against his skin.
“Please, please!” John screamed.
“Do it. I’m going to count to five.”
John pleaded again.
“One.”
“I am begging you . . .”
“Two.”
The pain increased.
“Three.”
“What do you want me to write?”
The leader grinned. He pushed the gun against Adam’s testicles again. “Dear Sheriff. Start writing, Johnny boy!”
John’s hands trembled as he started to write.
“I can’t bear the lies any longer. Adam pretended to be my counselor, but took advantage of me. He then said he would kill my mother if I didn’t tell you all these lies about the gang. I had to get rid of him!”
While John wrote, one of the two men kept the gun against his head. John sobbed as he wrote.
When he didn’t complete the letter, the older man kicked him in the face. He pulled him up and shoved the paper in front of his face.
“Fucking sign it!”
John sobbed uncontrollably. He looked at Adam, tears streaming down his cheeks.
“No!”
The leader placed the gun into Adam’s ass. Shivers of pain shot through his body.
“Sign it!”
John cried uncontrollably as he signed it.
The man continued to press the gun deeper into Adam. He screamed as his body convulsed with pain as he felt part of the gun inside him.
“I have done what you asked,” sobbed John.
The leader turned to John. “Now pull the trigger.”
“Fuck you, asshole!”
“That is exactly what I am doing. Only it’s not you who are in the lucky position. It’s your little boyfriend.”
“Just let him go. He has suffered enough. Please. I have written the letter.”
Adam felt the gun inching further inside him.
“Please!”
The older man laughed, and then slowly pulled the pistol out of Adam’s ass. The pain was excruciating.
The man wiped his fingerprints off the gun and handed John the weapon. The harder John fought, the more he was kicked until he grabbed the gun. The other man held his gun securely on John.
“Good. Now your prints are all over it. And don’t try any funny business.”
John mumbled something about being sorry and not wanting to do it, but the leader ignored him. He approached Adam again. His friend tightened his hold around Adam. Then he shoved the pistol back into Adam’s ass as he looked at John.
“Any last words for your fag friend?”
John sobbed. “Adam, you do not deserve this. You only tried to help me. And for that I will always be grateful! I am so sorry.”
Adam nodded through the pain as he looked at John.
“I am going t
o count to five again. This time your fag friend will be in heaven by the time I am finished. Oh sorry!” he laughed, “I forgot fags don’t go to heaven!”
John cried. “Please, please don’t. You can still change your mind.”
“Shut up you fucking traitor!” The leader started counting.
“One!” He laughed. “Two!” He winked at Adam. “Three!” He glanced at John. “Four!”
A shot was fired. Adam screamed. Then he saw the leader collapse next to him.
“Put your hands in the air!”
Sherriff Todd stood behind John with a gun in his hand.
“Do as I say!”
The other man slowly raised his hands.
Todd looked at the boy. “Are you alright John?”
John managed to get a few words out. “Yeah. Yeah.” He started crying again.
Todd’s gun was aimed at the second attacker as his friend lay bleeding. “Don’t you fucking move!”
Suddenly the younger man attacked Adam. He grabbed the bloody knife he’d stabbed him with just as Todd fired a second shot. The man screamed and collapsed onto Adam.
Todd rushed toward Adam. He pushed his attacker’s body off him as he pulled the cloth out of his mouth. Adam tried to talk, but Todd placed his hand over his mouth.
“Not now. You are losing blood.” He shouted. “I need back-up at 14 Grosvenor Road!”
Those were the last words Adam heard before he lost consciousness. The last thing he felt, was Todd’s strong arms around him.
Chapter nine
The first thing Adam became aware of was his mother’s sobbing. That, and the fact that he was lying on his stomach.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Adam!”
Darlene cried as she squeezed his hand.
“This is all my fault. I should never have allowed you move here.”
“I’m alright, Mom” he whispered faintly.
“You could have died, my boy!”
Adam’s voice was soft as he shifted on the bed. The pain in his ass was still intense. “No, mom. I had your cross around my neck.”
Darlene took Adam’s hands again and squeezed them. No more words were necessary. This was like a silent pact. In this quiet moment, it felt as if their souls connected for the first time ever.
“Please forgive me, Mom.”
“There is nothing to forgive you for. I am the one who needs forgiveness.”
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