by D. J. Manly
Yes, he was ready. Watching Cassidy fucking was turning him on. He imagined himself sinking his own cock inside Cassidy’s cute little ass.
Amanda jutted the instrument into his anus. Chase sucked in some air. “Resistance,” she announced, leaning over his ass and trailing her nipples over his buttocks. “Don’t make this a rape, Chase.” She jutted the head of the instrument again into his anus.
“Umm,” Chase said, he felt himself opening. The clamps on his nipples seemed to tighten.
Another jab and he groaned. She was teasing him now.
“You want it, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he said softly.
She jabbed again, this time going an inch deeper.
“Fuck,” he said, pounding his fist on the floor, the chain on his nipples clanking.
“Want it, Chase?”
“Yes,” he said between clenched teeth, looking at Cassidy who was now pulling out of Carlita. She sat back and watched.
Amanda withdrew, then, thrust all the way in. Chase gave out a howl. Carlita crawled over and took Chase’s face in her hand. “Beautiful man,” she whispered, reaching under him and pulling the chain on the nipple clamps.
Chase howled again as Amanda started thrusting in and out hard with the dildo. It seemed to expand inside of him, hitting every sensitive nerve possible. Carlita kept playing with the chain, pleasuring his nipples.
“Rise up on your knees, you slut you,” Carlita barked at Chase, “so that I can play with your cock.”
Amanda placed a hand on Chase’s shoulders and drew him upward as she continued to pound into him, slapping her breasts now against his broad back.
Carlita took hold of his cock and pulled, then slapped it aggressively until Chase cried out. “You,” she pointed to Cassidy, “take care of his balls while I continue to punish his cock. What a naughty boy,” she purred, “and such a hunk. You want him, don’t you Cassidy, you want to fuck him.”
“Yes, God yes,” Cassidy muttered, leaning down to lick at Chase’s ball sack as Carlita continued to slap at his cock.
The pressure was building up like none other. Amanda continued to slice in and out of him. Cassidy was fondling his balls; Carlita was brutalizing his cock and pulling mercilessly on the nipple chain. He was going to explode. As he did, Carlita pushed Cassidy upwards, then, forced his face towards Chase’s cock. Cassidy opened his mouth to accept Chase’s cum.
Amanda leaned back, withdrawing the dildo from Chase’s ass. She smiled in contentment. “Um, that was nice.”
Chase was face down on his stomach now, totally spent and totally exhausted. Carlita was putting on her clothes. “You can fuck him now if you want, Cassidy,” she said nonchalantly.
Chase glanced up at Cassidy who stood looking down at him. “Can I?” He asked softly. “Can I fuck that beautiful ass of yours?”
Amanda stood up abruptly. “No. Time for bed; Chase has had enough. I’ll see our guest out.”
They were suddenly alone, Chase and Cassidy. Cassidy reached down and extended a hand. “Want some help?”
Chase laughed. He stood up and with an intake of breath he removed the clamps from his nipples. “They’re really red,” Cassidy said, “here.” He leaned forward and laved one with his tongue, then the other. “Was that soothing?”
Chase looked down at him for a minute. He wanted to kiss him, but instead, he smiled warmly at him, and said, “Thanks, that felt good.”
“I really did want to fuck you,” Cassidy said shyly.
Chase nodded, picking up his clothes. “I wanted to fuck you too.” He went to walk past him.
Cassidy reached out and touched his arm. “Then come to me tonight.” He met Chase’s eyes. “Amanda will be in bed and … I want you Chase,” he moaned, placing a hand on Chase’s cock. “I really want you.”
“I…”Chase began then suddenly moved away as Amanda appeared.
“What a night,” she said, a big smile on her face. “Thanks, boys.”
“No problem,” Cassidy said brightly and left the room.
Chase went to follow, but stopped when Amanda reached out and touched his arm. “Chase,” she said.
“Yes,” he replied.
“I want you to stay with me. I want you to stay with me forever.”
Those words froze him in his tracks. He looked at her, his eyes narrowed, mouth agape. “You what?”
She took his hand. The clothes he was holding fell to the floor. She ran her eyes over him slowly, then smiled close to his face. “I’m not used to be alone. Scott was with me for some time, and I find that I … well I need someone who will stick around awhile.”
She moved away again. With a sigh, she said, “Get dressed and come into the bedroom. We’ll have a glass of wine and talk.”
Chase stood quite still for a moment as Amanda left the doorway and returned to the adjacent room. Stay with her … forever?
He took his time getting dressed, then slowly walked out into her bedroom where she sat in a chair near the bed sipping some wine. “Here,” she said, handing him a glass.
He took it, and immediately drank half of it, then, he sat down in a chair opposite her and waited. “I thought the arrangement was…” he began.
She held up a hand. “Nothing’s changed,” she said. “This is a new proposition. I will still honor the old one.”
Chase nodded in relief.
“If you stay with me, Chase, I will give you everything you’ve ever desired.”
His mouth felt dry. He drained his glass.
“You will continue to amuse me with an array of beautiful men. You will have variety and quality. I assure you that you will never want for anything, my love.” She was leaning forward in the chair now, meeting his eyes intently.
“But I don’t want to be taken care of, Amanda. I want to work. I want to be a street counselor and help runaways and … that’s why I’ve been going to school so…”
“I know, I know,” Amanda insisted. “Don’t worry about that. You can do your little job anytime. I can arrange it so that you only work when you feel like it and…”
“No,” Chase interrupted. “I don’t want that. I want to…”
“Fine, fine. You can go to work each day if you like. I have no problem with it. If that pleases you, Chase.”
“Amanda, I can’t do this on a…” Chase began.
“Don’t say anything now, darling, think about it. If Scott would have stayed all this would have been his one day! Don’t you realize the opportunity I’m offering you … and I promise you won’t have to fuck me anymore. I’ve gotten that out of my system.” She giggled girlishly. “It’s not that you weren’t wonderful, but it’s not what gives me pleasure, primarily. Hunky men doing it together, that’s … well…” She smiled wickedly at him.
Chase fell silent. She was asking him to give up his life, to give up any chance of ever finding real love.
“You have time to think about it,” she said, standing up. “Go to bed now.”
He stood up now too. “What about Cassidy?” he asked.
“Cassidy will finish out his time and then go on to something else. I care deeply for the boy, but he’s not like you, Chase.”
Chase headed to the door. Amanda gave him a chaste kiss goodnight, a little nudge forward, then, closed the door behind him.
* * * *
When Chase reached the head of the stairs, Cassidy surprised him by reaching out a hand and pulling him up next to him. “Where have you been?” he whispered.
Chase sighed. “Thought you’d gone to sleep.”
“No, I told you,” Cassidy sighed, brushing his lips up against Chase’s cheek, “I want you. I watched you tonight and…”
Chase pulled away from him.
“What’s wrong? Downstairs you said that…”
How could he tell Cassidy what Amanda had said? First, it was him she wanted to stay, not Cassidy, and he had a feeling that Cassidy would have said yes more readily than him. Secondly, her proposal
laid heavy on his mind. He could kid himself and say that inheriting Amanda’s fortune wasn’t tempting, but was it right for him to stay here for that? No, it wasn’t right. Damn it. Damn that Amanda.
“What’s wrong, Chase?” Cassidy asked him, drawing close to him again.
Chase felt Cassidy’s arms slip around him. “We don’t have to fuck,” he said, laying his head on Chase’s chest, “just come and sleep with me, okay?” Cassidy tightened his hold on him.
Chase sighed softly. “Okay, I’ll sleep with you but I’m a little tired okay?”
“No problem,” Cassidy brightened, releasing him. “Come on,” he said, motioning Chase to follow him down the hallway.
Chase crawled into bed beside Cassidy, lowering his head down on the soft, cool pillow and allowing him to pull the covers up over him.
“Sleep now,” Cassidy said, kissing Chase on the cheek, “sleep.”
Chase woke up a few hours later in a cold sweat. He had dreamt something bad, but whatever it was, he couldn’t quite remember it. He was shaking. His sudden bolt upright in bed awoke Cassidy who immediately took hold of his hand and asked him what was wrong.
“I don’t know, I…” Chase began. “It was a dream but…” He felt the sweat roll down his forehead and his chest in spite of the fact that the room was air conditioned.
Cassidy started kissing him. He kissed his forehead, his eyes, both cheeks, then his mouth a few times.
Chase went to say something but then Cassidy kissed him again. This time the kiss was rough, demanding. “Don’t worry, baby,” Cassidy pushed him back onto the bed, “I’ll protect you.”
“Now, what could you possibly protect me from?” Chase joked, squirming a little as Cassidy moved his hands down over his chest and enclosed his cock between his fingers.
No answer was forthcoming as Cassidy’s lips found their way over his chest, down his stomach and to his balls. For the longest time, Cassidy kissed and licked his cock, his balls, the tender skin between his thighs. Eventually Chase placed his hands in Cassidy’s hair and whispered, “What is it you want?”
There in the semi-light of the predawn, Cassidy raised himself up on his knees over Chase’s erect cock and took his organ inside of him. Almost reverently he fucked him with his ass until they both almost simultaneously cried out with orgasm. A short time later, Chase rose from Cassidy’s bed and went back to his own.
Chapter Seven
The following week passed in a flash. Chase was busy with his courses while Amanda ran to a series of charity events. Chase was just as glad. It gave him time to think.
Thankfully, she hadn’t bothered him for an answer, and Cassidy hadn’t made reference to the night they had spent together alone. Both weighed heavy on his mind. He was beginning to truly feel something for Cassidy, and it was all the wrong things.
Cassidy was the last guy who should have interested him. He was immature, an opportunist, and didn’t seem to be able to make very good decisions. That ex-boyfriend of his being a case in point. Yet, he had already begun to care deeply for him. Whether it was love or not, he didn’t know, but there was a part of him that felt like exploring those feelings a little. That was one of the reasons he could never accept Amanda’s offer.
Maybe he was foolish, maybe he was a bit on the sentimental side, but nothing mattered more to him than finding that special someone. Someone to share his hopes, his dreams, his heart … someone to grow old with. Was Cassidy that someone? He didn’t know, but damn it, all he wanted was a simple, ordinary life. He wanted to work, to help kids, kids who had once been just like him, and come home to a loving, kind man who would want only him for the rest of his life.
When the teacher called on him today, Chase smiled at her. Those thoughts had been running through his head a lot lately, and they made him happy. No more anxiety. He wasn’t going to stay with Amanda, no matter what she offered him. He gave the teacher the answer, an answer she seemed to like because she nodded and said, “You’re right, Chase. You’re absolutely right.”
At the end of the class, the teacher came over to his desk and asked him to stay. When the students all left, she said, “I’ve been meaning to speak to you, Chase.”
That made him a little nervous. “Did I do something that…?” He began.
“No, no,” she said. “No worries. I’m impressed with you, your insightfulness. I think you’re going to make a wonderful counselor. I have taken the liberty of recommending you for a job downtown at the Hallman Center.”
For a moment Chase’s world stilled. Following on the heels of his firm decision not to stay with Amanda, the teacher’s words felt like validation. “Thank you so much, Ms. Henderson. I really appreciate it.” He was flattered, and deeply moved. Probably she would never know what a gesture like hers meant to the boy inside him, and the man he was now. Knowing he was on his way to living his dream brought on an upbeat mood.
He felt so encouraged on the way home, so optimistic that he stopped off at the florist and bought both Cassidy and Amanda a dozen long stemmed red roses. He couldn’t believe it. Finally, his life would begin. He would finish his courses in a couple months and have a job, a real legitimate job.
When he came in through the front door, he knew he was late. He had stayed with the teacher and talked for another hour, then missed his bus because he stopped to buy flowers. When he saw Amanda coming toward him down the hall, he knew by her expression that something was wrong.
“Did you see Cassidy outside?” She demanded.
Chase put the flowers down on the side table near the door. “No. Why?”
“Some tramp came here. He looked high on drugs and…” Amanda’s words ran together, her breathing fast.
“Slow down,” Chase said. “Jude was here?”
“Jude? I didn’t stop to ask his name. He barged in here like he owned the place looking for you!”
“Me?”
“Yes, he started asking all kinds of questions about you and where you were, and he called you all kinds of vulgar names. Then Cassidy came and they … well … he calmed him down and they went outside.”
“You let Cassidy go with him?” Chase exploded.
Amanda looked stunned. “Why? Who is he? I don’t understand. I’ve never…”
“Never mind,” Chase said. “How long ago did they leave?”
“At least twenty minutes ago,” she replied.
Chase swallowed. Damn. He should have been here. He could have dealt with that bastard. “Okay, I’m going to go look for Cassidy. I’ll need to borrow one of your cars.”
Without hesitation, Amanda took a set of keys off the key rack near the door, and handed them to Chase. “It’s the purple Z 28.”
“Did you notice what that scumbag was driving?”
“No, I was too scared to look out the window. Chase, what is it? Who is he?”
Chase didn’t reply. He opened the door, and ran outside.
* * * *
Chase drove all over the place, using the contacts he had on the street to ask if they’d seen Cassidy or Jude. Around midnight, he got his first clue. An old man who worked in a convenience store in the downtown core said he saw two men meeting the descriptions of Jude and Cassidy. He said he heard them talking about going to Skid Row.
“Skid Row?” Chase balked.
“Yeah, I told them it was dangerous down there this time of night but they didn’t pay me no mind,” the man said. “Paid for their cigarettes though.”
Cigarettes. Cassidy didn’t smoke, so obviously they were for Jude.
“Who paid? The young blonde guy or the one with the kerchief on his head?”
“The young kid. Looked around twelve.”
Chase nodded, thanked him and headed in the direction of the Terminal Market. He left the car in a brightly lit place, knowing that with a car like that, there was no guarantee that it would still be there when he got back. But he didn’t give a shit. All he wanted was to find Cassidy. He walked up Fifth Street and turned on
to Central, heading to Seventh Avenue. The district was filled with missions and warehouses. Everywhere he looked there were people lying around on the streets, or staggering drunk down the sidewalks.
Chase looked over to the river. There was a police station not far away, next to San Julian Park, but they wouldn’t do anything at this point. Cassidy hadn’t been gone long enough.
He kept walking past warehouses and missions and lonely alleyways. Somewhere a cat cried. Chase scanned his surroundings for someone, anyone who looked coherent enough to tell him if they’d seen Cassidy and Jude. Where in hell would the bastard have taken him? Then, all of a sudden, as Chase neared the park, he thought he saw Jude. He hung back a little, waiting behind a building, checking to make sure that it was really him. Then he got a clear view. It was him, talking to this skuzzy looking creep who handed him something. And there, behind him, was Cassidy. Chase breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the skuzzy guy to leave.
As soon as he did, Chase began to run towards the park. Jude and Cassidy were walking now through the grass back towards Fifth Street. Suddenly Chase called out, “Stop!”
Both the men spotted him at the same time. Cassidy went to call out something and Jude grabbed him. Chase ran faster, finally coming to stand in front of both them. He placed his hands down on his knees, trying to get his breath back. “Let him go, Jude,” he demanded. “You got what you want now, so let him go.”
“How in hell do you know what I want?” Jude sneered, releasing Cassidy.
Cassidy put a hand to his throat and rubbed it.
Jude remained in front of Cassidy, blocking Chase’s path.
“You need drugs, and money. You have drugs now, leave Cassidy alone. Cassidy,” Chase said, holding out his hand, “come on. Let’s go home.”
“He’s not going anywhere with you, you fucker,” Jude glared at him. “Cassidy is mine. He’s my boyfriend. He loves me.”
Chase sighed. “Fine, but if you want more money for drugs, he has to come home with me now so that…”
“He can suck your cock … you can fuck his ass … that ass is mine … I won’t let you have him, understand?”