by DJ Manly
Andy came over. “Are you ready to put your cock where your mouth is?”
Tim and Pug laughed at the joke.
“If you’re willing to let me film it? Unless I’m on camera, I can’t get off.”
“A vain mother, isn’t he?” Pug sneered. “He might not even have anything worth filming.”
“Set up the camera and we’ll find out,” Gian teased, running a hand down to his groin.
Andy told Pug to turn on the camera. He sat it on the small table. The red light went on.
Andy then turned to Tony and Cory. “Come here, boys,” he demanded.
They both came closer.
“Pug, take off their clothes.”
Gian put up his hand. “Wait. I don’t want anything taking attention away from me. This is my show and right now it’s Andy I want.”
Andy grinned, taking off his shirt. “Make sure you watch boys because it’s going to make you hot.”
Gian sucked in some breath. He needed to focus because when Andy came close to him, bile began to rise in his throat.
Andy grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled. The buttons flew in the air and he yanked it off one arm, then another. He took his time running his hands over his chest, pinching his nipples so hard Gian winced. “Nice,” he said.
Pug and Tim reacted to the stimulation by fondling themselves.
* * * *
In spite of the fact that Cory was quite disappointed to find that Gian was no better than the others and that he had shitty taste in men, he felt himself get hard looking at him. He was close enough that he could imagine that Andy was not between them and Gian was touching him.
Andy undid the belt on Gian’s pants and slid it off.
Cory stifled a moan.
* * * *
Gian looked over at the camera to check the light. It was still working.
Andy took his time unzipping his pants, then reached up and bit his nipples. He backed away and Cory pleaded, “Andy, don’t stop.”
Gian’s expression was unreadable. He was trying to come up with a fantasy in his mind so he could get hard, but damn it was a challenge.
Andy stripped the rest of his clothes off.
That was the worst, Gian thought. If he was beginning to get erect, he had lost it altogether when Andy took off his clothes.
Andy pushed Cory onto his knees and made him take his cock into his mouth.
Gian concentrated on that for a minute and he was instantly hard. He felt ashamed of getting erect over that, but for a second he wished Cory was doing that to him. Anyway, didn’t matter how he got there, he was there. He was hard as rock and the camera clicked away.
Andy pulled Cory up to his feet and turned him around, not close enough to touch Gian, but closer than he was before. “You like that?”
“Oh God yes,” Cory replied.
Andy laughed. “Pug, hold him.”
Pug took him back to the same place.
“Then you’ll probably like this,” he said, reaching for Gian’s zipper. Instead of pushing down his pants and underwear, he lifted his erection out of his pants. He was standing in the way and Cory couldn’t see anything.
Tony could however and he cried out. “Baby,” really loud which caused Andy to laugh.
Andy slapped his cock brutally for a moment, which caused Gian to draw his head back and stifle a groan of pain, then he stood aside and looked at Cory. “What do you think of that?”
Cory’s gaze settled over him. It was beautiful, but then everything about him was beautiful. “I want it. I want him. Can I have him?”
“Maybe,” Andy replied.
“No,” Gian said, looking at Andy.
Andy pulled down his pants and underwear. “Step out of them. Let’s see what’s so great about you! Turn around.”
Gian turned around, feeling like he was on display. He had lost the hard on already. This was not sexually stimulating at all.
“Nice ass.”
He suddenly felt Andy grab him from behind. For a horrifying second, he thought he was going to enter him and he would have fought him, but instead he spread his cheeks and began to lick him.
Gian closed his eyes. He tried to give the impression that he was enjoying the sensation. He was fondling him again at the same time and then he stopped and turned him around. “Can I tie your hands?” he asked.
Before Gian could reply, he showed him the handcuffs. “It’s just for the boys.”
Andy lifted his wrists and clamped them to a specially fitted pole above him.
Andy looked at Cory and Tony. “Devour him, boys.”
Gian pulled on the cuffs. “No, Andy,” he said. “I wanted you, not them.”
“You want that instead of me?” Cory snapped as Pug grabbed him.
Gian didn’t reply.
Cory was glaring at him. “See this,” Cory lifted his erection, “you gave this to me, you bastard, and now you don’t want to pay up.”
Pug was laughing as Andy moved closer to Gian. He ran his hands over him and then took a handful of what looked like grease. He oiled his hand and his arm. Gian’s eyes widened. “What are you doing?”
“You want it, baby, or you want me?”
Gian closed his eyes then opened them. “Look, undo these all right.”
“And then what?” Andy teased, rubbing his own chest and pulling on his nipples.
“What would you like me to do?”
“I want you to ride me like the stud I know you are.”
Cory cried out suddenly as Pug grabbed him.
Tony was being tormented by Tim.
“Anything you want,” Gian replied. “But the boys go back upstairs. No audience.”
Andy released his wrists. Gian rubbed them where the cuffs had been.
Andy handed him the grease. “You’re a big guy so grease me well and do it slow and deep. I like the sensation and talk dirty to me while you do it. Tim, take the boys upstairs.”
Gian actually gagged. Thank god he turned his head so the other two guards didn’t see. Cory however saw his expression and gave him a strange look on the way out.
Damn, he was as soft as dough again and he had no idea how in the hell he was going to get hard enough to do this. Thank God, he could hide his lack of erection behind Andy’s enormous butt. He’d seen this done although he’d never done it himself. It wasn’t his idea of a good time.
“Deeper, baby,” Andy urged as he began. “Talk dirty to me.
Damn, this was the grossest thing he’d ever done. He felt the bile rise in this throat. “Let me tell you,” he began, “tell you ah…what I’m going to do to you once I bury my fist into your enormous ass. You know I can do this far better with my fist than my cock. I can go deeper until you squirm, cry out for mercy.”
“Do it, baby, do it!”
He drove his arm as deep into him as he could possibly go and held onto his stomach as he did it. When Andy came, it was disgusting. He turned around, grabbed Gian, kissed him deeply on the mouth and then came all over him.
When he looked up, Cory was still in the room. Tim had fastened him with cuffs now and Tim motioned to him. “Take Cory because he’s dying for it, right kid?”
Gian told himself to remain calm. His arm was covered with grease and God knows what. God, he was going to soak it in peroxide when he got out of here. He picked up a towel and wiped his arm. He felt physically ill.
“Do it, Gian, fuck him, “Andy demanded.
“Then go over to the far wall and watch from there,” Gian instructed. “If you’re too close, I can’t get hard.”
They all moved away. He could fake this. No problem.
He placed his arms around Cory’s waist and pressed his groin against his buttocks.
Cory struggled.
“Struggle, that’s okay,” Gian growled, “turns me on even more.”
“Pervert,” he struggled again.
Gian tightened his hold on him, he kept his hands above his waist, brought his lips near his ne
ck to look like he was kissing him.
* * * *
Cory was struggling less now. Gian felt so good against him. He wished he’d touch him, bring his hands down and fondle his genitals. His cock was aching for his caress. His groin against his buttocks was making him hot. He got hard, completely helpless in his arms like this.
Gian’s hair brushed his cheek. Cory laid his head back on his shoulder and moaned against him.
“Oh look how hard he is,” Andy moaned. “He likes you, Gian.”
“Um…I can see that,” Gian replied.
“Touch me,” Cory urged, squirming in his arms, which was not making it easy.
“Listen to me,” he whispered. The others were jeering, making noise, they couldn’t hear. “Don’t say a word. I’m only going to pretend to do this. Move like I’m inside you.”
Cory lifted his head up. Then he started struggling again. “You bastard! Why don’t you want me? What in hell is wrong with me?”
Gian tightened his hold on him. “Stop this,” he urged.
But he was swearing at him now. “The others want me, but you…you…”
Gian didn’t know what the hell to do or how to shut him up, so he moved around him and grabbed his face and kissed him. He kissed him hard and, for a moment, there was blissful silence.
The kiss deepened as Cory returned it two fold and then Gian came back to reality and pulled his mouth away. He stepped behind him again. He pushed against him. “Yell or moan or something, God damn it!”
Cory was in shock, stunned that he was only pretending to have sex with him. It was damn frustrating and it wasn’t because Gian was soft, because he was hard as rock.
Gian came against him, keeping his eyes closed, making believe he was inside him. It was amazing that he could come just by pretending. He didn’t even want to imagine what really being with him might be like. Anyway, he hadn’t done anything outside the law, nothing he could truly be reprimanded for, but everything about this case made him feel like shit.
He moved away.
Cory gave him the dirtiest look and Andy laughed. “Guess he didn’t take to your cock like I thought there, pretty boy.”
“Guess not,” Gian said. “I’m tired now.”
“No problem,” Andy said as Tim and Pug began to do up their pants.
Gian wiped himself off with a towel and began to dress. He put his shirt back on without the buttons and went to get his camera. This would never have to happen again. He congratulated himself. If he could make it through that, he could do anything.
Andy handed him the camera.
Gian looked for the film, but it wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” Andy asked, holding it up.
Gian sucked in some breath. “It’s mine.”
“No. It’s mine,” he said. He threw it on the floor and stepped on it. It cracked in two. He then bent over, picked it up and pulled out the tape. “Sorry.”
Gian wanted to kill him.
Andy came over to him and then leaned in, running his tongue over his chest. “Um…you I could get into…very tasty, nipples so hard and brown just the way I like them.” He stepped away. “Go take Cory back to his room and then we’ll talk you and me.”
“Talk about what?” Gian asked him, his voice angry. “You had no right to destroy that. We had an agreement.”
“We will discuss this video thing. It might be a new line of work.”
Cory was now free of the cuffs. He went to put on his pyjamas, but Andy snatched them away. “No. Stay naked. It’s a real turn on.”
He ran his hand through Cory’s hair and then looked at Gian. “The two of you are so beautiful together. We could make a mint.”
This was getting too weird. Gian sighed. “I’m no porn star.”
“You look like one,” he smiled. He walked over to Cory and slapped his buttocks hard, then he pushed him on his knees and whacked him with his belt buckle.
Gian fought to stay still.
Cory was crying.
“Next time if you react inappropriately when Gian takes you, I’ll beat you harder than this. How dare you struggle! You belong to us. We do what ever we choose with you, you understand? If I want to rape you, I will, if I want to torture you, I will. You are here for my pleasure.” He yanked him up to his feet.
Cory nodded, tears on his face. “I’m sorry, Andy. I know you can do what you want to me. I’ll be good.”
“Gian, will take you back now.”
Gian made Cory walk in front of him. He took off his shirt as they reached the first landing and put it around him.
Cory turned around and looked at him strangely.
When they reached the end of the hallway, Cory turned around and said, “You hated doing that to Andy, didn’t you?” When Gian didn’t answer, Cory said, “Andy turns you right off, you can’t even get a hard on for him.”
He was not stupid, that’s for sure. Gian sighed. “Look, its time for bed, okay? Are you all right?”
Cory shrugged. “I’m used to it. It will hurt like hell for a few hours, then it will be all right.”
Gian looked down to see blood running down his leg. “Come on,” he said, pulling him down the hall.
“Where you taking me?”
“Just shut up.”
“Are you taking me somewhere you can pretend to fuck me again?” Cory sneered. “You are one weird dude.”
Gian ignored the comment. He unlocked the medical office and turned on the light. “Get up on the table, on your stomach and spread your legs.”
“Oh, now you want me! Well, it’s too late, I’m no longer interested.”
“Cory,” he snapped. “You’re trying my patience. Just do what I say before one of those fucking bastards catch me.”
Cory blinked at him. “May I remind you that you are one of those fucking bastards?”
“No, I’m not,” he said, searching in the medicine cabinet.
“Then why didn’t you do something tonight when Andy hit me?”
“Because I couldn’t,” Gian sighed. “Now, will you do as I say and get up on the table?”
Cory went to lie down on the table, then turned over. “Be gentle cause I’m sore and….I’d really like to see your face when you cum.”
Gian closed his eyes for a minute. The voice was so soft, it was barely audible. Damn, for him to believe he was one of those animals. He swallowed. Looking at the way he was laying there expecting him to just…like an animal, like a god damned animal. His hands were shaking and he leaned against the wall for a minute. He bit his lip. He felt so sad suddenly and there was a storm going on inside him, a mix of anger and rage and just plain sadness…for there to be such monsters in this world and for this to have gone on without anyone caring. God, when he thought of little Daniel, he wanted to string those men up and beat them bloody. He had to get a grip.
* * * *
Cory lifted his head and turned to look at him.
“What’s wrong with you?” He asked. “Change your mind again? You are more then a little weird. I think you’re even weirder then those jerk offs downstairs. At least they know what they want.”
Gian came over with the alcohol and ointment. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He began to clean the wound.
Cory jumped. “Ouch, what in hell are you doing now?”
“I’m playing doctor, bear with me.”
Cory lay still until he had finished. His hands were so gentle, he hardly felt any pain and having him touch him so gently there in that area gave him a raging hard on. “You better stop,” Cory told him as he finished smearing on the ointment, his breathing a little laboured. “You’re making me hard as hell.”
“I’m finished,” he said, moving back.
Cory turned over and looked at him.
Gian took the shirt and laid it over Cory’s lap, covering his erection. He had to control this sudden desire he felt whenever he was close to him.
“I can’t figure you out,” Cory sh
ook his head, arranging the shirt over him. “You are always covering me up. Do you find me that ugly?”
“Cory, stop asking me that!” he snapped. “You are not ugly. You are…” he paused, looking at his face. He reached over and touched his hair for a second, then drew his hand away, “you are the most beautiful…” then he stopped.
Cory reached for his hand. “I am the most beautiful what?”
He was looking at him so intently that Gian blushed. He had never done that before.
Cory smiled at him. “God, you’re sweet,” he said, touching his cheek. “I’m embarrassing you.”
Gian looked away for a minute, but Cory reached up and turned his face around. “You know you gave me my first kiss tonight. Too bad we couldn’t have been alone.”
“First kiss?”
“Yes, I’ve never been kissed like that before,” Cory said. “It left me breathless. Why did you kiss me like that?”
“To shut you up,” Gian replied.
“If I make a lot of noise now, will you kiss me like that again?”
“No. It was a one time deal,” he replied. “Now get down off that table and let’s get out of here.”
Cory followed him out and waited until he locked the door. “I really liked it,” Cory told him as they made their way to his room.
“Don’t like it too much,” he said.
Cory turned around and looked at him. “I don’t get you.”
“Good,” he said. “You’re not supposed to. Now go to sleep.”
“You could be the love of my life,” Cory said softly as he walked into his room.
“I’m not, believe me.”
“I think you are.”
“Think whatever you want,” he muttered. “You just told me a few minutes ago that I was weird.”
“More than weird, I said,” Cory teased.
“Well then I’m not exactly a good pick for the love of your life, am I?”
“But you kiss really good.”
“Really well, I kiss really well…and you can’t base a relationship on kissing,” he replied and left the room.
Cory crawled into bed. No, he thought, but it would sure as hell be worth a try.