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Thanks to TW for doing the beta reading here.
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Chapter 6
[JK = Jason Kinsey; MC = Mike Cronin]
JK:
It felt good to be cut down from the tree branch where Mike and I had been hanging. It felt good to swim for a few minutes and wash off the cum and the sweat.
I couldn't understand Seth. He had been so nasty to us all morning, but then when we came, he seemed really pleased. He was actually pleasant for a while after that. He brought out a tray of sandwiches and a bowl of cole slaw, plus some iced tea. He didn't tell us to put on our clothes, but he acted like we were just three buddies. Strange dude. My ass was so sore from the paddling that it was hard to sit while we ate, and I know Mike was having the same problem. He and I hadn't talked much while we were swimming, and after Seth got back, we didn't have the chance.
That was such a weird experience! It smarted every time Seth hit my ass with that paddle, but I don't think his primary intention was to hurt us. It was more for the humiliation of being paddled by a guy our age. And, of course, being on camera the whole time. Then when Mike and I began to bone up, that was more embarrassing. Soon, we were sort of humping each other, with Seth's paddle strokes to make sure we didn't quit. It was SO hot, especially after our bellies and pricks got sort of slimy with precum. I've never experienced anything like that. I don't suppose I'd ever want to go through that again, but when my balls began to climb up my cock shaft, I knew I was going to have one of the most intense orgasms ever, and I did.
Of course, all through lunch, I worried about what Seth was going to do with the video he'd taken of all that.
After we had finished lunch, Seth told me to take the plates and stuff back to the kitchen and to throw out the paper plates, put the slaw back in the fridge, and the other stuff in the dishwasher.
MC:
While Jase was clearing the table and putting the stuff away, Seth gave me an order.
"Mike, what's your girlfriend's name, Marty?"
"Marcy."
"Well, I think she should come and see you."
"Uh, no, Seth, I don't think that's a good idea right now."
"You don't seem to understand, Cronin. I want you to invite her to come see you next weekend."
"Aw, come on, Seth, leave her out of this. This isn't her problem."
"You're her problem, faggot. Now, here's my cell. Call her and invite her for the weekend. If she drives, she could easily be here by noon Saturday. She does have a car, doesn't she?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, then. Call her!"
So I called. Marcy seemed pleased that I wanted her to come and visit me. She said she'd be at my house by 11:30.
"Of course, she won't be staying with you," Seth said, with this nasty grin on his face. "She'll be staying here."
"You bastard! What are you going to do?"
"Wait and see, Mike, wait and see. I think she'll go home with her eyes and her pussy wide open."
I felt like hurling again, but what could I do? I wanted to knock out some of his teeth, but that wouldn't accomplish anything. About that time, Jason got back, and Seth changed the subject.
"Kinsey, go back in the kitchen and bring back two glasses of water. It doesn't need to be cold. It's for you two."
Jason left and came back with two glasses of water.
"Okay, boys, here's a Viagra for each of you. Take it now."
One thing I never had a problem with was getting and keeping a boner, so I didn't see what Seth had in mind. But he was in the driver's seat, and I took the pill. Jason looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. Then he took his.
"Right," Seth said. "Now, put on your sandals and grab your shorts. Leave your shirts here. And come with me."
Jase and I put on our cargos and sandals and followed Seth back to his car. When we got to his Beamer convertible, he looked at us and said, "You two are such fuckups. I said put on your sandals and grab your shorts. Did I say put on your shorts?"
Well, he hadn't, but we just assumed that's what he meant.
"Take off the goddamned shorts. Both of you get in the back seat."
"Naked?" Jason asked, gulping.
Seth grinned. "Yeah. Like jaybirds."
"Come on, Watkins, we'll be arrested if anybody sees us."
"I doubt that. But you'll just have to hope the people in the semi's and SUV's are tolerant and don't use their cell phones, won't you?"
"Please, Seth," Jason said, "at least put the top up."
"No way. Oh, and I imagine the Viagra will have worked before we get where we're going." He chuckled.
Seth seemed to be driving aimlessly, always staying in the area near his home. I wondered what was going on, but I knew better than to say anything. After a while, I began to get a hard-on. I glanced over at Jason, and he already had one. God, that was so humiliating. Riding around in the back seat of Seth's convertible stark naked with a hard-on. And it turned into one of those insistent, throbbing jobs right away. I wanted to grab Jason's and begin jacking him. I wanted to jack myself. But we were right there in the open. We were in an area of curving streets with lots of big trees between the sidewalk and the street. To anyone walking along, we'd just look like a couple of guys with our shirts off. But anyone in any sort of high-profile vehicle could look down and see how things really were.
"Aw, come on Seth," Jason pleaded, "this is too humiliating. Can't we put our shorts on?"
Seth chuckled. "Nope. Not until we get where we're going." He pulled down a sun visor and looked at us through the mirror on the back. "It looks as if we can go now. You dudes are ready."
We drove for twenty minutes or so, maybe more, until we came to a seedy-looking commercial area of town. You know, bars and massage parlors and "adult" stores. Seth told us over his shoulder we could put our shorts back on now. It was a struggle. Even though cargoes are baggy, it was hard to get them fastened with our dicks like steel rods. Just as I was getting myself zipped up, Seth pulled up in front of a place that advertised that they did tattoos and piercings. My stomach flipped.
He herded us inside. "Oh, here you are, Seth," a deep voice from the darkness at the back of the store said.
"Hey, Bruno, wassup?" Seth responded. Out of the darkness came a giant of a guy. He was totally bald, with big gold loop earrings in both ears. He was wearing a skin-tight white wife beater and equally tight faded jeans. He looked a little like Mr. Clean.
"I'm great, Seth. These must be the friends you told me about."
Seth looked at us and smirked. "Yeah, these are the guys who want their nips pierced."
He looked menacingly at us. "Aren't you, guys?"
I swallowed. "Well, uh . . . "
"Aren't you guys,?" Seth asked, this time a little more firmly.
Jason gulped and nodded. "Yeah," I said weakly.
I'll spare you the details. Bruno did first me and then Jason. I don't think I'm a wuss or anything, but it hurt a lot more than I'd been told it does.
"Now, let's see, Seth, you said gold for one and silver for the other?"
"Yeah, Mike here gets the gold and Jase the silver."
I wondered why the difference, but figured Watkins would tell us when he was ready. Keep in mind that the fronts of Jase's and my cargoes were tented out the whole time. Everyone in the room was aware of our woodies. When he was installing my rings, Bruno looked down at my lap and then winked at me. I wanted to die. The guy must have known exactly what our relationship with Seth was.
Bruno explained how to take care of our piercings, gave us some liquid to put on them each night and after each bath to keep down the chance of infection, and said if infection did occur, to come back and see him, that we wouldn't have to go to a doctor. Well, that, at least was good.
Seth paid Bruno, and we went back to the car.
"Okay, boys, take off your shorts. We're going home. And try to keep your hands off each other on the way!" He chuckled maliciously.
My nips were still sore, but not sore enough to discourage my cock, which was reaching for the sky and beginning to leak a little. I looked over at Jason. He rolled his eyes and looked away. I was wondering how I was going to explain the rings to my parents. I thought I'd be keeping my shirt on in their presence for a long time. And then it occurred to me that Seth might have had our ears pierced while he was at it. Maybe he didn't because he knew we couldn't hide earrings and would have a lot more explaining to do. Was Seth being considerate? Nah. He must have had some sick reason for not doing our ears.
When we got back to his place, Seth pulled into the garage and put the door down. "No need to put your shorts on, boys. You won't be needing them. Go out by the pool and wait. I've got to get something."
"Uh, Seth, I've got to pee," Jason said.
Seth grinned. "Sure, Kinsey, the bathroom's in the cabana on the other side of the pool. But I sure as shit think you're going to have to stand on your head to do it."
"I gotta go, too," I told Jason after Seth had gone inside. "But you go first."
"He's right, it's not going to be easy, but I gotta go. I'll try to hurry."
"Hey, Jase, I understand. I can hold it."
Well, Jason came out eventually and then I went in. I don't know how he managed, but I found the only way I could piss with a hard-on that wouldn't go away was to lean forward, making my body as horizontal to the floor as I could. I had both palms against the wall over the toilet. That way I could go, though it was only a trickle, and a painful one at that, so it took me a long time. I heard Seth calling me before I was finished.
"Hey, Mikey," he said when I got back to the poolside area," ya gotta admit I'm generous. First I get you guys those great looking nip rings." He reached over and flipped one of mine.
"Oww! Watch it, Seth. Those are very tender."
"Tough shit! Now, as I was about to say. You, Mike, get the gold rings because you are my very first bitch boy, and that makes you special. Jason and any more I may pick up will just have to make do with silver. You can't get those rings out, you know. You'd have to go back to Bruno to have them removed. But you aren't to remove them. If people ask about them, you'll just have to make up something. Or tell them the truth. They'll know soon enough that you are somebody's sex slaves."
Then he picked up two silver-studded black leather straps and fastened one around each of our necks. "These are slave collars. They show that you belong to me. You will always have them on when you're with me. I haven't decided yet whether to let you take them off at other times. I'll let you know before you go home tomorrow evening."
My first two experiences with Seth shocked me by showing me that I had a gay side I'd never thought about. By now, I realized that I was bisexual. But I was revolted by the thought that I was anybody's slave. Jason and I had had some really great sex for a while when Seth was, we thought, out of our lives for good. I didn't see Jase as a replacement for Marcy, just as a good friend to have some fun with.
But Seth just wouldn't let up with the humiliation. I was beginning to think my life was ruined by this sick, perverted, power-hungry bastard.
JK:
By the time we got back from getting our nip rings installed and Seth had put the "slave collars" on us, I was beginning to figure my life was over. I was totally fucked. He was making Mike and me do all sorts of degrading shit, and now he was calling us his slaves. I knew he now had us in videos doing all sorts of gay things, but I've never really hidden being gay. I just don't broadcast it. It was the child molestation thing. I just didn't see any way around that. And with that over our heads, Mike and I pretty much had to do whatever that slime ball told us to.
It was mid-afternoon by the time we got back from our visit with Bruno, and I wondered what more torture Seth had in store for us. We didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Jason, take this camera. You're going to get some pictures of Mikey. But first, you fags will have to excuse me." He went inside. Mike and I just looked at each other. There didn't seem to be anything to say.
When Seth came back, he had a the black leather hood on again, plus a black jock strap.
"Okay, Kinsey. Take the camera and use your photography skills to get some good video here. Make sure the viewer sees real clear what Mikey is doing. You don't need to focus too much on me. Got it?"
I took the camera. It was an expensive piece of equipment, and for a moment I was eager to try it out. Then I thought what I'd be shooting. "Yeah, I get it."
"Okay, Mike, here's the scene. I'm going to be lying on a towel next to the pool. You'll walk over, sit down beside me, and beg me to let you eat out my ass. No matter what I say, you'll keep on begging. When I finally agree, then you ream it out with your tongue. Got that?"
Mike balled up his fists, then seemed to think better of it, and said, "Yeah, Seth, I understand what you want."
Seth lay down on the towel on his stomach. I got a shot of him stretched out that included everything except the leather hood. I did a close-up on his butt, which was, I had to admit, nice. Then I gestured with my head for Mike to come into the scene. He was, like me, still hard. His dick wagged back and forth as he walked. He sat down Indian fashion next to Seth.
"SethcanIlickyourass?" Mike said.
"Cut!" The bastard actually said "cut." "Cronin, you may never get to Broadway, but anybody ought to be able to do better than that. Say it like you fuckin' mean it, moron. And don't mention my name, for God's sakes!"
Mike took a deep breath. Then he put his hand lightly on Seth's butt and began to rub it gently. "Hey, stud," Mike said in this breathy voice, "that's a beautiful ass you got there. I'll bet you'd like me to give you a rim job."
"Go away, faggot! I'm not into that sick shit."
"Oh, please, sir, let me eat out your great bubble butt! I really need to get my tongue in there and taste you."
Seth's scenario wasn't going quite the way he'd laid it out, but I think the idea of Mike tonguing his ass was getting to him. "Yeah, you sick pansy, lick my ass. Go to it, bitch!"
Mike got around behind Seth and pulled his butt up in the air a little. Then he knelt and began to lick each cheek, taking long laps with the flat of his tongue. "Oh, yeah, that's good. Tell me how you like it."
Mike's mouth was almost in Seth's crack when he said, "It's delicious, sir. May I go further, please?"
"Yeah, ream that ass!"
I had a tight shot as Mike pulled Seth's cheeks apart and began to lick his pucker. Seth was wiggling his ass and groaning, but he didn't say anything. Then Mike's face went so far between Seth's cheeks that I couldn't see what he was doing, but Seth yelled.
"OOOHHHHH, yeah! That's the way, bitch! Yes! Your faggot mouth is so talented. Ream me out, boy!"
Mike gave him everything he asked for and then some, I think. Suddenly, though, I think Seth must have remembered the rest of his scenario.
"That's enough of that, turdbreath. Get away!"
Mike backed up. Seth rolled over and stood up. "Now, bitchboy, I want you to get my cock good and wet. I'm gonna fuck your ass, and spit is the only lube you'll have."
MC:
I was appalled to learn the first time Seth fucked me that I liked it. I liked it more the second time. I liked it a lot more, however, when Jason did it. When Jason did it, he was trying to make me feel good. Jason and I had become close friends, and we wanted to pleasure each other with sex. With Seth, it was something else. Something ugly. And I found I really dreaded the idea that he was going to invade my ass with his cock. I knew it would feel good physically, but psychologically it would be demeaning, and that, of course, was just what he wanted. Well, it was working. I felt totally degraded. What I needed to do was to find some way to get beyond the mind games Seth was playing with Jason and me. . . .
JK:
"Okay, you two queers, here's what I want in this scene." It was obvious to me that Seth was as gay as Mike and I were. He just got off on the power he had over us. Something was wrong in that guy's brain, for sure. "No dialogue here. I just want to walk up to where Cronin is sitting." He looked at Mike. "Why don't you play with that pole of yours? Not much, just be stroking it a little when I walk up. I'll stand over you and snap my fingers. You'll get up on your knees quickly and began to lick my dick. Lick it all over like it was a Popsicle. Look at the camera once in a while and grin. Then, after a while, you can start sucking it.
I don't know why Mike was being so cooperative, but he seemed to be getting into this little porn flick we were making. He did what Seth wanted him to do, and he was very convincing. He licked Seth's hard, red cock all over, moaning with appreciation. Seth, whose head was off camera, was nodding. He reached down and ruffled his fingers through Mike's short, curly hair. Mike looked up at Seth, as if for approval. Then he looked at the camera and grinned. Again, I think he was getting to Seth, who abruptly stood up and said, "That's about enough of that. Good work, cocksucker! Now, on your feet. Now, kneel on the towel, lean forward, and pull your butt cheeks apart so Jase can get a good shot of your pussy."
Mike seemed to be programmed to do just what Seth asked. He didn't bat an eye when he was asked to show off his pucker. He just did it, and I got a great close-up shot of it, his nice balls hanging down below. With my raging boner, I had been on the edge of exploding all afternoon. I wanted desperately to get my throbbing tool into Mike's ass, but I knew I couldn't even think of that.
Seth motioned me back out of the way and then knelt on the towel behind Mike. By this time, his cock wasn't wet. All Mike's saliva had dried off of it. So Seth stuck a finger in my mouth. I sucked it and wet it up good. He worked it into Mike's pucker as I got it all on the camera. When he gave me two fingers to suck, one of which had been in Mike's butt, I wasn't too happy, but I'd had my tongue up it, so I thought, what the hell! He progressed to three. Mike obligingly wiggled his butt and groaned, hamming it up, if anything.
When Seth decided to stick his cock in Mike, he spat on his hands several times and wiped that on it. Then he rammed it in. Mike screamed in pain. Of course the camera recorded all of that. Seth then fucked Mike roughly, almost brutally, as Mike yelled and pleaded with him to take it easy. It occurred to me that Mike was really playing into Seth's hands, making the scene look just the way Seth wanted it, with the eager bitch boy and the rough master. I doubt that Mike had ever seen or read about that sort of thing, but he was sure acting it out. Again, I wondered why.
Seth came in Mike's ass pretty quickly. And then it was my turn.
MC:
Seth went to one of the tables where he'd laid out some things, picked up something, and handed it to Jason.
"I guess it's time to use some lube. Slick this up, and then stick it up Mike's ass."
I returned from whatever reverie I was in and looked at the thing Jase was lubing up. It was a big, fat cone with a kind of flat handle at the base. I'd heard of butt plugs, though I'd never seen one. I figured that must be a butt plug. And it was fatter than Seth's cock, so I also figured it was going to hurt.
"Cronin, back on your hands and knees. I'm going to get this on video, too. That plug will keep your ass stretched nice and loose. That'll make things easier this evening."
That sounded ominous, but I knew better than to ask what he meant. Resigned by now to almost anything, I obediently got down on all fours. Playing the game earlier had helped me get through all Seth's shit. Now, however, I felt whipped. What could I do? Was a life where everyone I knew had seen these videos really preferable to life in prison? Maybe I could just move away, far away from this town.
Then I felt a little selfish. Jason was here, too, and all because he tried to help me. I needed to be as tough as possible for his sake, at least.
When Jase touched the tip of the plug against my asshole, I jumped. He'd used lube, and despite the summer heat, it felt cool. "Sorry, Mike," he whispered, "but there's no way this isn't gonna hurt."
"Shut the fuck up, Kinsey. Just work it in him!"
JK:
I shoved on the butt plug gently. It went in so far, and then I could see it stretching Mike's pucker pretty wide, wider than either Seth's or my cock. Mike grunted and tried to clamp his ass cheeks together."
"Stop that, bitch. You WILL take that plug. Don't make me have to sit on you while your fuckbuddy here sticks it in you. That would spoil my video, and I'd have to think up something else you won't like for punishment."
I eased up a little with the plug, then stuck it in a little further than I had the first time. Mike groaned each time I pushed. I hated giving him such pain, but I thought that his ass muscles would eventually stretch. I just hoped he wasn't mad at me. Whatever happened, he and I were in this together. I flashed on an image of both of us getting fucked by a couple of huge rednecks, our orange prison jumpsuits at our ankles.
I worked the plug in and out, making a little progress each time, I thought. Finally, though, Seth became impatient. He handed me the camera and pushed me aside. "Here, you make sure you get this shot." When he was sure I had the shot lined up, he simply pushed hard on the plug.
Mike yelled in anguish and fell flat. "There, cocksucker! That'll hurt even more coming out, ya know. But it'll keep your boytwat stretched, and keep my cum in there, too."
He took the camera back and then said, "Now, boy, it's time to take care of you. On your feet, Cronin!"
Mike got up very carefully, groaning as he did.
MC:
I almost passed out when Seth shoved that thing in me. I don't think I've ever felt pain like that before. If someone had tried to shove a dick that big in me, I'd probably still be 100% straight. Sheesh, that hurt! As I stood up, even though there was some residual pain, the damn thing must have been pressing on my prostate because I was feeling even more aroused. The Viagra hadn't completely worn off, and I still had a woodie, but it hadn't been throbbing as much as earlier. Now, however, the plug was getting me hot in a different way. The Viagra gave me a raging hard-on, but the plug was actually stimulating my nut. The electricity radiating through my body from my ass was amazing! It was hard to concentrate on Seth's instructions.
"Cronin, come back! Where'd you just go, boy? Ya like that thing in your butt now, don't ya?"
I chose not to respond.
"So," Seth said, handing me a dildo, "lube this up and fuck your buddy with it. Kinsey, lie on your back on that chaise over there. I want your knees by your ears."
Jason went over and stretched out on his back on the chaise. I lubed up the dildo. I was happy to see it wasn't nearly as big as the plug in my ass.
"Now, I'm going to be the director and the cameraman here. Chink dude, I want you to plead with your buddy here to fuck you with that thing. Then I want you to really tell us how good it feels. You know moan and all that shit. After a while, tell him it isn't big enough, and ask if he's got something bigger."
It occurred to me that my dick was a little bigger. And I hadn't cum since before lunch, despite the Viagra and the plug up my ass. I'd have loved to plow Jason's beautiful butt right then, but this was Seth's picture.
Even though Seth hadn't said to, I lubed a finger and gently inserted it in Jason's ass. No point in causing pain if it wasn't necessary. What with everything that had happened, I think the little guy was ready for that finger. He wiggled and said, "Yeah!"
After the second finger, I could tell Jase was ready, and the dildo wasn't all that big. So I pushed it against his cute little pucker. He pushed back against it, and it went right in.
"Wow!" Seth muttered, "would you look at that! So, numbnuts, fuck him with it."
I began to work the thing in and out, wiggling it around to give Jase maximum pleasure. As Seth had instructed, he was very vocal about his pleasure.
"Oh, yeah, that's soo nice. Work it around. Shit! That's fuckin' awesome!"
Seth, obviously pleased, was using the zoom on the camera to get a close up of Jason's gyrating ass. Then he made sure to capture the expressions on Jason's face.
After a few more minutes of that, Seth said "Cut!" I can't believe he'd say something that hokey, but he did. He went over to his table of toys and came back with a considerably larger dildo and handed it to me.
"Here. I think he's ready for this. But you'd better lube it up good."
I smeared the lube all over the bigger dildo, took out the other one, and started to insert the new one.
"Ouuffff!" Jason exclaimed. "That's fuckin' big!"
I patted him gently on the rump, just to let him know I'd be careful. It took a while to get the damned thing in. It looked like a horse cock. But it wasn't as big around as the thing that was in my ass, pressing on my love nut at that moment. I was having trouble concentrating on what I was doing to Jason because of the presence of that huge thing in my butt.
When I finally got the thing inside Jason without making him scream, he said, "Mikey, that's amazing. I've never felt so full. Not even Ben Cornwall's dick filled me up like that."
"Ben Cornwall fucked you? He's gay?" Seth exclaimed.
"Yep. And talk about your donkey dongs!"
I pinched Jase's rump to remind him he was outing a friend, and he went back to moaning about how good the dildo felt as I fucked it in and out of his hole. From my angle I could see that some of the lube was running out of his ass and back into his crack. His eyes had lost their focus, and he was slipping into another world.
"Come on, faggot! Tell us how it feels!"
Jason obliged, keeping up a stream of meaningless talk about how good it felt to be fucked with the huge dildo.
Then his ass muscles clamped down on the dildo to the point where I could hardly move it. And he shot streams of cum all over. The first spurts hit his face, the next hit his chest, and there were some on his belly. Seth was delighted.
"That's great, homo, just what I wanted. Fag boy comes without touching his little weenie just from getting a dildo shoved up his pansy ass. And I got it all on video. Cool!"
Seth went over to the table again. He came back with another butt plug, not quite as big as the one inside me, I thought.
"Here, stick this in him." I wished I could stick my throbbing cock in him. I really needed to cum. But I knew Watkins didn't give a flying fuck how I felt.
I lubed the plug and worked it into him. It was bigger at its widest point than the dildo, but Jase only grunted when I shoved it in him.
"Okay, bitch, you can get up now."
Jason first sat up. Then he swung his legs around and put his feet on the ground. And then he stood up.
He grinned. "Cool. That feels great in there."
Seth made us take the dildos into the laundry room and clean them up. Then he told us we could have a swim before dinner, so Jason and I jumped in the pool and splashed around for a while to get the sweat, lube, ass juices and so forth off our bodies.
When Seth came back the whole pool area was in the shade. He had brought us towels. I was always puzzled when a guy that was being so cruel to us decided to do something considerate. He always kept me off kilter. I never knew quite what to expect from him.
He had gotten rid of the hood some time back, when he was no longer going to be in any more scenes on the video. Now he had put on a tee and cargoes. He had flip-flops on his feet.
"Here, guys dry off, and then sit down." Then he chuckled. "But with those things up your ass, maybe you should be careful when you sit. I've ordered two large pizzas with everything except anchovies. Can't stand anchovies. Don't know about you. I told the guy to come around to the gate. There's a bell there."
I looked, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned bell on a pole above the gate. There was a thin chain hanging down to the outside of the fence, so all anyone had to do was to pull the chain, and the bell would ring.
"When the dude gets here, you two will go and open the gate. Ask him to bring the pizzas over here to this table. There's twenty-five bucks on the table. Give it to him and tell him to keep the change. Otherwise, he might want a different kind of tip." He chuckled.
After what we had been through, it was nice just to sit there by the pool and relax. I had forgotten about my nipples. They weren't hurting any more, and my erection had finally gone away. My stomach rumbled. Jason and Seth both laughed.
"Yeah, man, I'm hungry, too."
At that moment, it seemed to me that we were just three guys sharing a moment. Why couldn't it be that way all the time? Why couldn't Seth and Jason and I just be friends? It crossed my mind that Seth had a nice ass, and that I wouldn't mind fucking it some time. But then I remembered our situation. He was a twisted, sick bastard, and had made himself my enemy. Furthermore, he was totally in control of my life . . . and Jase's life.
My reverie was interrupted by the bell ringing. Seth stood up and said, "I'm going to go get us some paper plates and napkins and some beer. You guys take care of the pizza dude."
I was relieved that guy with the pizza wasn't anyone I knew. But Jase wasn't so lucky.
He swallowed when he saw us naked, took in our nipple rings and hairless bodies, and said, "Uh, hi Jase."
"Hi, Bob. So don't even ask, okay? You wouldn't believe it."
"Here," I said, "let me have those pizzas." I took the two boxes over to the table where we would eat while Jason gave him his money. I saw them speaking quietly together and decided not to interrupt.
Bob, whoever he was, left about the time Seth got back with a tray carrying beer and paper plates and napkins.
"Okay, guys, I'll bet you're hungry. I know I am. Before you begin, though, you'd better take another one of these pills."
They were Viagra, the same pills we'd take earlier. I groaned.
Seth grinned. "Come on, Mikey. Be a good bitch and take your pill. You'll need it. We have a long evening ahead."
I looked questioningly at him, as did Jason.
"Yeah, I've invited some of your friends over this evening. And you guys are the entertainment."
[To be continued.]