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Previously...
It took all the strength I had to say "Fifty Nine. Thank you Chris. May I please have another?"
This time Chris didn't pause, he just answered "Yes Nick" pushed down harder on my back and slammed my ass again with the paddle. I couldn't take another blow. So I said "Sixty. Thank you Chris. Sir, can we please stop now? I'm begging you to let this end!"
And the intruder with the gun that's been forcing us to do all this, says "So you're saying that you're ready for Chris to get his reward then?"
"Yes Sir. Anything to stop the punishment..."
"Okay Chris, you heard him, he's ready to give you a blow job as your reward..."
Victim turned Master: Chapter 2 by Dominick Wilson
I couldn't believe it. Here I was, naked and handcuffed being held at gunpoint by an intruder who had threatened my (and my best friend, Chris') life numerous times. Chris had just been ordered to give me one hell of an asspounding spanking because I got a little mouthy and now I'm being told that I'm going to have to give him a blowjob?!?
Un-fucking-believable!
I've never given a blowjob and I sure as shit am not going to give one now. Despite the pain I was in and the fact that I was crying uncontrollably, I managed to squeak out "No fucking way, I'm not a fag!"
"Well, shit Spanky, that's all you had to say. Chris, you heard the man, he's not ready to give you your reward, so I guess that means the paddling will continue". If I had one wish at that point, it definitely would have been used to turn that damn thief into a pile of ashes. There just wasn't any way that I could take any more pain. So I was genuinely torn between whether I was going to allow the paddling to continue, or take my first cock into my mouth. Neither one seemed to be a great choice but at that moment, Chris bends down to my ear and whispers "Nick, just do it and hopefully this nightmare will be over soon."
With a vehemence greater than I thought I had available at that time, I yelled out "FUCK both of you! Okay, I'll do it, just get it over with."
Once I said that, my tormentor just chuckled and said "There there, Spanky, that wasn't such a hard decision, was it?" I managed to lift my head up and look at him, my intention to at least shoot daggers of hate in his direction, but what he got instead was a look of complete incredulity from me. That son of a bitch had a camcorder and had been recording everything that had been going on!
"You have got to be kidding me! What kind of twisted fuck are you to be recording all of this?" just sort of slipped out of my mouth. As soon as I said it, I knew that it wasn't the smartest thing in the world to say, considering the position I was currently in, but you know what they say, you can't take back what you've already said. I really expected to get shot at that point, but in the spirit of the night, I got another surprise instead.
That 'twisted fuck' instead smiles at me, yup, actually smiles, and says "I'm an extraordinarily twisted fuck, and since you were observant enough to notice that, you get to service both of us! You ever suck cock before Spanky?"
My current mental gymnastics, which included silently cussing, and giving myself mental kicks in the ass for blurting that last comment out is interrupted by our gun-toting friend's yelling.
"I asked you a question bitch, have you ever sucked cock before?"
With teeth clenched, I answered "No. Sir."
"Well, well, I told you that you were going to enjoy a night of 'firsts', didn't I? Go on Chris, get your cock over there and let Spanky have his first cocksickle. Fuck his mouth really good."
As you'll recall, I'm on my knees, hands cuffed behind my back, with my chest resting on a footstool and my head just kinda hanging off the end. Next thing I know, my hair is grabbed and my head is raised up and I'm now looking at Chris' fully hard cock. Just when I thought that nothing more could surprise me that night, I discover that somehow, Chris was getting off on this whole situation. What else could I think, he was hard as a rock! He wasn't horrified at what was happening, he was turned on by it.
"Open up Nick and suck my cock."
What can I do but comply? The least thing that Chris could have done was not sound so eager to get this started. But, I'm sure that he only is looking to get this done and over with so this asshole freak intruder will just leave. So I open my mouth and for the first time in my life a cock is put in my mouth. All I can think about is that this is what piss comes out of and then it hits me - it's also where cum shoots from too. I'm hoping that Chris won't take it that far, I'm not sure what reaction I'll have if he cums in my mouth.
Chris then begins to slide his cock slowly in and out of my mouth, not pushing more than a couple of inches of it in, but never taking it completely out either. So while Chris takes it easy on me and does all the work, I am finally able to spend a moment trying to figure out how we're gonna get out of this mess, and stop a tape of this from leaving the house. But it seems that I'm not going to be allowed much time to think, because at that point, Chris stops his in-and-out motion and says, "Nick, use your tongue and rub it all around the head of my cock."
Okay, now that's more than should be expected of me. It's like I'm supposed to make love to his cock and that's just sick. So I decide that I'm not going to do that - it's just too weird.
"C'mon Nick, use your tongue on my cock!"
With Chris holding my head on both sides, I shake my head 'no' in such a way that it can't be seen so easily, but he can feel it. I'm hoping that he gets the message to just drop that idea and move on, but he either doesn't understand, or is caught up in the moment.
"Okay, if you're not going to do that, then I guess that I'll just have to do what I want to get my reward!" Chris then grabs hold of my head really hard and thrusts his cock all the way in. My lips are now in his pubes, my nose is crushed up against his groin, and his balls are against my chin. I have no time to get used to it and I start gagging really hard. I start to struggle because of the gagging and the urge to vomit. Chris then says "Oh fuck, that feels great..." I'm nearly to the point of throwing up before he pulls back and says "Okay, so how do you feel about licking my cockhead now?" This whole thing is just fucked up and now I'm starting to really wonder about Chris. Could he be gay and I've never picked up on it before?
So now I have to make a quick decision - do what Chris is asking me to do or take another chance at throwing up while Chris rams his cock down my throat. I decide that I'd better just do what is being suggested and get this over with. So I begin to run my tongue all around his cock. I didn't really care so much how I did it, I just did it. Chris started moaning and then said, "Damn, that feels great... Now, when I lay my cockhead on your tongue, that's what you need to do, okay?"
Not really able to say anything, I just kinda grunted. I wasn't really caring for the direction that this was going, but I couldn't change things at this point so I just had to deal with it and move on - but with a plan on taking it up with Chris when all was done and we were safe. What he was asking of me was way beyond what I should have been expected to provide and I'm sure that he knew it, and I was not planning on letting him forget it. At this point Chris grabbed my head just a little harder and starting fucking my mouth. He was still going slow, but his thrusts were now going further into my mouth and he was consistently hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. He didn't keep it there very long, so it wasn't a problem for me to control the gag reflex. After a dozen or so thrusts, he stopped and left his cockhead on my tongue. So I went ahead and attacked it with my tongue and got him moaning again.15 seconds of that and he started fucking my mouth again, this time he was going a little further in, but still wasn't holding it in the back of my throat, so I wasn't in too much discomfort.
This action continued for a few rounds, him face-fucking me, me licking his cockhead, and him then fucking me deeper and deeper. Soon enough, he was ramming his entire cock into my throat and while my throat was getting a bit raw, it wasn't anything that I couldn't handle. Every time that he would stop and have me lick his head, I could taste more and more precum. It was fairly slick, and had a bit of a sweet taste to it. And to my complete amazement, it wasn't the least bit disgusting. Over the years, I have to admit that I'd often wondered what sucking cock would be like, but I was never "bi-curious" enough to actually find out. Although this wasn't all that bad, I was pretty sure that I wasn't going to find myself sucking cock of my own choice anytime soon. My introspective thoughts were interrupted by Chris' more frantic ramming of my mouth and I was fairly sure that he was nearing the point of cumming. I started to struggle as I certainly didn't want that to happen. He grabbed my head in a vice-like grip and rammed his cock down my throat, held it there and started bucking his groin against my lips and talking a mile a minute about how great it felt. I could feel his cock get a bit harder and a bit larger and then I could feel the spasms starting. The bastard was coming down my throat and loving it!
I felt about 3 spurts go directly into my stomach before Chris pulled out and shot the rest of his cum in my mouth. I have to say that the taste wasn't the best in the world, but it certainly wasn't going to make me vomit either. Seeing how I couldn't spit it out with his cock still in my mouth, I had to go ahead and swallow it.
"Lick my dick clean bitch" says Chris. When this was all over, he and I were going to have some serious talking to do. I didn't appreciate that he was now calling me 'bitch' and there was going to be hell to pay for what he was taking liberties with during this ordeal. "C'mon, lick it clean" he repeated.
"You heard him bitch!" the intruder yells, "Now lick him clean!" And I go ahead and do my best to clean off all the cum. "Now since you couldn't seem to give your best friend the kind of reward that he deserved, you get to try again, but I have a feeling that you're not going to like it this time quite as much" I'm not really sure what the thug with the gun is referring to, but I don't have to wait very long before I find out. "Rich boy, how you feel about fucking your friend?"
"If that's what you want me to do Sir, then I guess that I'll have to do it." says Chris.
"Well, get on behind him and get him all slicked up"
With a tone of questioning in his voice Chris asks "What do you mean Sir?"
"You can't fuck your friend dry, so what I mean is that you are supposed to lube him with some spit before you try to fuck him. Is that clear enough for you or do I have to actually tell you that you need to lick his asshole and get him wet?"
"What!" says Chris, "You can't be serious" and with a short delay, he adds "Sir".
"I am deadly serious and you just earned yourself a punishment of your own! When you're done and all finished fucking him, you have to give him a blow job as well."
"Yes Sir, I understand"
During this exchange, I have decided to remain silent. All my other outbursts have resulted in me getting the short end of the stick and at this point, there is nothing more that I want to inflict upon myself than what is already being contemplated. In spite of what I'm not saying, I still cannot believe that I'm about to get fucked by my best friend. Again my thoughts are interrupted by Chris moving behind me and spreading the cheeks of my ass, which are still hurting very badly. I whimper from the pain and Chris then says "But Sir, there is so much hair back here and he looks like he might have taken a dump today as well."
"I don't give a crap whether you have to lick a dirty hole rich boy, but you do have a point about all the hair. Spanky here will enjoy it a lot more if you get rid of that hair." With that said I realize that I'm going to my ass shaved too. Fuck! When will this hell end? The intruder goes to his backpack and retrieves something from it and comes back to me. My head is hanging down and as he approaches, I raise my head to see what's going to happen. I can see that he has some leather gizmo and is reaching for my head. I realize that it's a blindfold and I close my eyes as he straps it around my head. I've decided that I'm not going to say anything unless I'm asked a question directly, so I take this all in silence.
"There we go, now I can strip off and Spanky here can blow me too without being able to make any kind of visual ID." he says as he finishes buckling the strap. "Just a few more items to put on you Spanky..." I sense that he has walked away and I hear the rustling of the backpack. Even with the carpet, I can hear him coming back toward me. I flinch just a bit when I feel a collar being put around my neck. In a few seconds, I am now sporting what I assume to be a leather collar. "Rich boy, grab Spanky's legs and lift his hips off the stool." Chris grabs my ankles and starts to lift them up. I'm not sure what the whole point is for this, but I'm not sure that I want to straighten my legs out. So I tighten up my muscles and keep my legs bent at my hips. This allows Chris to easily lift my hips. I feel something being slid under my stomach then Chris lowers me down. Whatever it is, it's cold, but warming up quickly. I can feel it being wrapped around my torso like a belt, but much wider. I'm guessing that it's probably about 3 or 4 inches wide and it jangles a bit. Being that I'm not 100% vanilla when it comes to sex, simple deduction would seem to indicate that it's some kind of bondage belt. I can feel the straps being pulled tight under my cuffed hands and now it's pretty firmly anchored on my midriff. Next thing I hear is something being attached to the collar and before I can figure out what's happening, I feel my head and neck being yanked down hard against the footstool.
"Now then Spanky, don't get any ideas about trying to escape" says our intruder. "Rich boy, take this and hold on to it tightly. Don't you dare let it go!" and with that said, I feel what only could be a leash, is tugged harder. The next thing that happens is my handcuffs are removed. No sooner are they removed than one of my wrists is grabbed and a leather cuff is placed securely on it. It's drawn toward my waist and I hear a 'click' as it's attached to the side of the belt. The other wrist is given the same treatment and attached to the other side of the belt. This whole thing is just surrealistic in nature. On some level I just can't believe what is happening.
"Let go of the leash rich boy" and the pressure on my neck lessens. My shoulders are grabbed and I find myself being pulled up to a kneeling position. "Get up Spanky, time to head to the bathroom and get ready for your first fucking! It IS your first fucking isn't it?" he says with obvious humor in his voice.
"Yes Sir" I reply
"Yes Sir what?" he quips back
It's easy to figure out what he wants me to say. "Yes Sir, it's my first time being fucked"
"Oh, you're going to just love it Spanky, just love it" and with that I'm told to stand up and I do just that. So now I'm standing, blindfolded, hands shackled to my waist, and a collar and leash on as well. I feel a tug on the leash and he says "Follow me boy" and I have to start walking in the direction of the tugging, just hoping that I'm not going to be allowed to run into things along the way. I walk a bit timidly, you know, the kind of walk you might use when you're in the dark and not sure if there is something in your way. The walk seems to take forever, but eventually we make it to the bathroom. I hear someone messing with what I assume to be towels and then I'm manhandled and turned until I'm standing facing a certain way. Pressure on my shoulders is applied and I'm ordered to lay on the floor. Try it sometime - shackle your wrists to your waist and try to gracefully lay down. I start by sinking to my knees, then sit on my aching ass and begin to lay back. It's hard to not fall backward and when I begin to fall, the leash stops me from hitting my head. Apparently the towels were put on the floor because I'm not laying on a cold tile floor like I expected.
"What the fuck are you waiting for Rich boy, get some water running and get to shaving." I hear the water start up, and I also hear someone moving around and the rustle of clothing. My assumption is that our thief is now stripping down. I sense movement around my head and then feel something touching my arms and shoulders on both sides. I hear something heavy and metallic being put down near my head, presumably the gun. The thief's voice barks out from above me and he says "Bring your ankles up toward your head Spanky." As I do this I feel him grab my ankles and pull them back toward my head. The pulling continues until I feel my ass being lifted off the floor and my knees are touching my chest. The stretching of my ass is reminding me just how much of a pounding I took earlier and again, I can't help but whimper from the pain.
"Okay Spanky, now you get to give me a little pleasure" and with that said, I feel something touch my face. "Lick my ass bitch and you'd better do a good job"
I'm not that keen to lick someone's ass and I have no plans on doing it. I feel my legs being held a different way and then a wave of pain hits my gut as my nuts are grabbed and crushed. "Fuck, that hurts!" I scream out, but it's muffled quite a bit because my mouth is pressed against his ass. I'm struggling to get loose and stop the pain, but my legs are held securely against my tormentors chest with one of his arms.
"If you want it to stop, you'd better get busy and get to licking my ass bitch"
The pain causes me to react without thinking and I stick my tongue out and begin licking furiously. The intense pain stops but a dull throbbing is still hanging in my gut, a small reminder of what will happen the next time that I decide to be difficult.
"Oh yeah, that's the way to lick another man's ass bitch. Don't forget to stick your tongue up my ass and lick there too."
As I lick around, I can tell that he has shaved his ass clean of hair and he must have done it just earlier in the day as there is just the barest hint of stubble and thankfully, he's completely clean as well. While I'm doing my best to avoid another nut crushing, I feel Chris starting to apply shaving gel to my ass. He begins shaving off my hair and I can hear him frequently getting up and rinsing the razor in the sink. No one has really ever touched me so intimately like that and in spite of being afraid and disgusted by what I'm having to do here, I begin to get hard. Up to this point, I've been completely flaccid.
"You're doing a good job there Spanky, keep it up. Rich boy here is just about finished shaving your ass, but I've got to admit, it looks kinda stupid to have your ass shaved and not have your balls and cock shaved. Shave the rest off rich boy!"
"Yes Sir." I can feel Chris rubbing all around my ass with his hand, and occasionally he re-shaves certain parts. He wipes my ass clean and for the first time in my adult life, I have a hairless asshole and it feels kinda cold. The removal of hair from my ass has really raised the sensitivity of my hole and I'm pretty sure that my cock is fully hard from the intense feelings of Chris rubbing my hole while checking his work. My assumption is confirmed by our thief as he lowers my legs a bit.
"Woo hoo. Look at Spanky here. You look like you got to enjoying having your hole shaved. And look at his cock rich boy! Your friend is packing one hell of a big cock - bigger than yours, isn't it?"
"Yes Sir, it does appear that his cock is bigger than mine and yours."
"You're probably right about it being bigger than mine too, but that's not that important because he's the one about to get fucked. Now get busy and finish shaving him. I want it all off!"
"Yes Sir"
So the scene continues, me licking and tongue fucking my first asshole, both literally and figuratively. I can feel Chris manipulating my cock and balls while he shaves off the hair. A few times I feel a sharp pain and I assume that Chris has managed to nick me. Chris is grabbing my cock and bending it all around while shaving me and I'm still hard from him handling me. He is gentle with my balls as he shaves them, and in order to shave my sack completely, he pushes one or both of my balls around to give a solid base on which to shave.
Finally, Chris is finished and I'm wiped off and dried up. I feel cold - I never realized just how much warmth is provided by pubic hair. My legs are let down and the asshole above me is removed leaving my tongue dancing in midair. I quickly stop and then feel myself being pulled up by my neck until I'm sitting again. I'm ordered to stand and I manage to get my legs under me and with some difficulty, I get into a standing position.
"C'mon Spanky, time to lose your cherry!" and I'm tugged along, guided by tugging on my leash. Being blind, I'm not sure where we are headed, but it doesn't take long to figure out that we are back in the pool room. I'm twisted and turned around and with pressure on my shoulders, I'm again ordered to sit down, back on the familiar footstool where I endured my first raping. I'm pushed back and if not for the leash holding me, I probably would have fallen completely off. My legs are tugged and I'm scooted into position on the footstool. My ass is hanging off one end and my head hangs off the other side. I feel something heavy and cold placed on my chest. It's gotta be the gun. Damn, so close to my hands, and yet so far. Quickly my ankles are grabbed and again raised up until my knees hit my chest.
"Okay rich boy, you now have a hairless and clean asshole to lick. Get busy!" says the thief from above my head. I'm guessing that he is again holding my ankles, which means that his cock is now positioned near my head. My thoughts about what was near my head was interrupted by what was now on my ass. Chris starts tonguing my asshole and it was quite the sensation.
"Oh! Oh my god!" I said, and as my mouth was opened in the ecstasy of enjoying my first ass licking, I found a cock being inserted into it.
"I knew you'd like the feeling of someone attacking your asshole. You're a real pleasure cunt, aren't you? So as you enjoy the pleasures that will lead up to you getting fucked, you can suck my cock like the bitch you are." And with that he begins to face fuck me. He doesn't start out gently at all - instead he's driving his cock all the way into my throat and banging his groin against my lips and chin. Oddly enough, I can't feel any hair, so I'm assuming that he's shaved that off as well. The shame and pain of having my throat fucked so thoroughly is offset by the pleasure of Chris licking my hole and shoving his tongue into it. The pleasure of having my asshole licked is causing me to bone up something serious in spite of the brutal face fucking that I'm also getting. I just can't help but think that finally Chris is having to endure something shameful as well. The pleasures and pain of oral rape continue for many minutes until the intruder shoves his entire cock into me and holds it there.
"Okay rich boy, time to bust his cherry. Lube your cock up and give it to him. And bitch, if I feel even a hint of teeth or biting, I'll shoot your balls off."
I'm only partially hearing what he's saying because I'm struggling to avoid throwing up with his cock down my throat. Next thing I feel is something probing around my hole and then with no mercy or warning, I'm skewered on Chris' cock. I desperately want to scream out loud but I'm unable to because of the cock that's blocking my air. Chris must have pushed the entire length of his cock right on into my ass with no chance for me to get used to it. All I could think of was what a no good bastard Chris was and if we got out of this, I was going to beat the living shit out of him. So here I am, getting fucked in the ass and gagging on cock and listening to two men moaning and exclaiming how great it feels. Me, I'm now in pain with very little enjoyment for me and my cock starts to wither. Finally the cock is withdrawn from my throat so I can breath again, but not for long.
The next few minutes of my life have to have been the absolute worst ever. I was mercilessly fucked by both of them. Chris was pounding my ass really hard and not only was my hole burning and hurting, but he was slamming into my beaten cheeks causing them to hurt all over again. It feels like he's pulling out just as far as he can and then slamming it back home. Plus, the asshole whose cock I was sucking, if you can call it sucking, was fucking me fast and deep, battering my already raw throat even more and his balls were slapping against my nose over and over. Then out of nowhere, somewhere in the process of getting fucked in the ass, the sensations started changing. The pain was lessening and there was a small glow building in my groin. All I could think of was the battering my prostate was getting was finally paying off.
Paying off? What the hell was I thinking? I'm getting raped, and here I was thinking about how it was now feeling good for me too? Whew, this really was fucked up, but I couldn't deny that things were feeling a little bit better now. You've heard the really bad joke about rape and how if you can't stop it you at least aught to enjoy it, right? Well, that's where I was at right now. So I tried to not focus on the face fucking I was getting, but instead on the glow building up behind my balls. I could feel the hard coming back into my cock and it didn't go unnoticed either.
"Well, looks like Spanky is finally getting with the program. You beginning to like the action aren't you bitch. Your cock certainly seems to indicate a certain level of enjoyment..."
The fucking continued, and the glow started building up to a real fire. My cock wasn't being stroked by anyone, but it was bouncing on my gut and I could feel how hard it was. It wouldn't be long now before I blew a load out. Remembering that the gun was still on my chest, I wryly thought that maybe the cum I was about to spew out would gum it up and it wouldn't work. Yeah, stupid thought, but it wasn't like I was really thinking that would happen. I was just HOPING that it would. I couldn't believe how long they both had been fucking me, but then again, Chris had just cum in my mouth not 15 minutes ago. While my orgasm was still building up and nearing the point of eruption, my face fucking abruptly ceased and he forced his cock all the way down my throat. I had felt the signs of impending cum - the increase in hardness, the slight increase in size and now I could feel the spasms that indicated he was cumming. Unlike Chris, he kept his cock buried deeply in my throat and finished cumming. It was at this point that I started cumming too. If I could have shouted out, I would have given quite the bull roar. Instead, I massaged the cock in my mouth with the effort of trying to shout out.
"Oh fuck yeah" both of them said almost simultaneously. Which meant that my orgasm must have caused me to provide not only pleasure to the intruder, but also Chris. He started pounding me even harder and with every punch of my prostate, I pumped out more cum. Finally Chris planted his cock deeply into my ass and started unloading a bucket of cum. The cock in my mouth started to withdraw and then a new surprise awaited me.
"Damn, look at all that spunk you shot Spanky. You really are a slut. The damn shame of it all is that you wasted your chance to get a blowjob from your friend. So rich boy, I guess that since that 'punishment' is no longer able to be given, I'll have to fuck you and let you experience the joys of getting royally screwed.
"Please don't fuck me Sir. I'm sorry for what I did. I'll do anything else" begged Chris. "What a complete pussy" was all I could think of Chris right now.
"Sorry sport, that's what it's going to be. Okay Spanky, get ready. After I cum, I always need to take a piss and since the bathroom is so far away, you're going to be my toilet. And you better not spill a drop."
At this point, he now partially withdraws his cock from my mouth, leaving just the head in, and prepares to piss - which as far as I was concerned, was definitely NOT going to fuckin' happen. In that instant I devised a plan to finally end this nightmare. With the position I was in, there was no real good way for him to hold my head, so I was free to move it around, although not really all that much. Besides, the thief was the one holding my ankles, so he wasn't able to hold my head as well. In any case, I twist my head to the side really quick, which caused his cock to plop from my mouth and at the same time that I twisted it, I brought it up as hard and as fast as I could. My forehead hits his nuts with considerable force and with a roar of pain, my tormentor lets go of my ankles and falls backward.
"Chris, grab the gun on my chest and shoot the bastard right now!" I yelled. Well, actually, it wasn't so much of a yell, it was more of a raspy whisper because of the pounding that my throat had taken. I felt the gun grabbed off my chest but I couldn't tell who might have grabbed it. For a few heartbeats, I wonder who managed to get control of it.
Finally Chris speaks up and says "Don't fuckin' move asshole!"
"Chris, unhook my hands from this belt" I command and I feel someone fumbling around my waist. Finally, one of my wrists is free and with it, I reach up and slide the blindfold up off my head. While I'm doing that, Chris is working on my other hand. I blink in the now bright light and after a moment, I manage to carefully sit up. Chris has moved off to the side of me and is pointing the gun at the intruder. I begin to unbuckle the wrist restraints and throw them to the floor in front of me. The belt follows shortly and then the collar.
I stand up, surprising myself with some newfound strength and face Chris. "Give me the gun" I say.
Chris looks at me and says "That's okay Nick, I can keep it pointed him while you go call the cops."
"Chris, right now you're the stronger of the two of us, I'm flat out worn out. That means that your hands should be free in case this asshole attempts to try something. So just give me the gun." With a touch of hesitancy, Chris hands it over. With the gun now firmly in my control, I look at Chris and slowly say "We have a lot to talk about after this is all said and done." and Chris' gaze drops to the floor. He knows exactly what I'm talking about - he overdid it and that there will be hell to pay for his exuberant actions tonight.
I've avoided looking at the asshole who has been the cause of all this, but now I turn and look at him. He's completely naked with the exception of his hood, which he still wears. Right now, he's still cupping his balls with his hands and his legs are kinda drawn up toward his chest. From what I can see, I've gotta admit, that guy was built. His physique was pretty impressive.
"Get the fuck up asshole. You're about to go to jail. And don't even fucking think about trying anything, because after what you've done to me, I'll kill you without hesitation", I yell at him. He slowly gets up and stands before us. He has a nicely developed chest, firm tight stomach with the hint of a six pack, legs are pretty good sized too and his arms are gigantic. He's obviously spent some considerable time in the gym.
"Chris, go over and grab the handcuffs and bring 'em back here." Chris heads over the to side where they had been tossed and returns with them, handing them over. Speaking to our intruder, I say "I don't trust you enough to let either of us get near you, so you're going to put these cuffs on yourself. And like you said earlier, you'd better put them on tightly, 'cause if they come off, you'll be quite dead." With that said, I toss them over to him and they land at his feet. He bends over, picks them up and proceeds to put one side of them on one of his wrists. He goes to put the other side on while his hands are in front of him, but I stop him with a quickly voiced command. "Don't be stupid asshole, turn around and put your hands behind you and lock the other one on." He turns around so I can see what he's doing and he locks the other one on.
"Now lay on the floor on your stomach." To which he complies by kneeling down and basically falling forward. It's a damn shame that he's falling on carpet, brick would have been more to my liking. I stride over and check the cuffs out - they are locked on securely, but I squeeze 'em a bit tighter just to make sure that he can't get out of them. Then I pull off the hood that he's wearing, leaving him totally naked face down on the floor.
"Chris, where are the keys to these cuffs?"
"He put them over by the backpack earlier" and Chris walks over to the pool table and picks them up.
"Lemme have them. I want to make sure that these don't fall into the wrong hands accidentally." Chris looks hurt that I've said that, like it was a personal insult to him or that I don't really trust him, but I don't give a shit at this point. He hands them to me and stands there looking dumbly at the floor.
"Well, what are you waiting for, call the cops!" I yell at him. He looks at the intruder, who has rolled partially on his side and is now looking at us. Something, some kind of expression passes across Chris' features, an expression that I'm not really able to figure out, and then he looks at me and slowly turns to where the phone is on the other side of the pool table and walks toward it.
Unexpectantly, the thief says "You might want to rethink that decision Chris..."
Chris stops walking and I turn and yell at the intruder "Shut the fuck up! You are in no position to make decisions about any of this. Your hold over this situation has come to an end. You came in here, held us at gunpoint, threatened to kill us and then forced us into doing things that basically amount to rape - my rape. I intend to see that you rot in jail, fucker!" I'm shaking from the vehemence that was used in throwing that out toward him and during my tirade, I'm sure that I got beet red. I'm about as angry as I've ever been -- angry enough to kill if goaded enough.
Does he shut up? No, he has to continue. "I can see that you're angry Nick, really angry. But are you angry enough to put your best friend Chris in jail too?"
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Without waiting for an answer, I turn to Chris and ask him "What the fuck is he talking about Chris?" Chris has turned pale, really pale and he now looks scared, really scared.
He stammers, "I don't know what he's talking about Nick, no idea at all..."
"Sure you do Chris" says the intruder, "tell him all about it." Chris remains silent, not looking at me, not looking at the intruder, just staring at the floor. I'm getting a bad feeling about this and where this is heading. Certain things that have happened tonight, and more importantly, things that did not happen, are beginning to paint a picture in my mind. A picture painted with some really dark colors.
"I think that you'd better go and sit down over on the footstool Chris" I manage to say. I'm hoping that I'm wrong about all this, and as Chris walks over and sits down, I turn to the intruder and ask him, "What's your name?"
"John" he answers calmly. In fact, he's been oddly calm the entire time that he's been cuffed.
"John, what is going on here?" I say to him. Without realizing it, I'm now pointing the gun at Chris, as something within me is now considering him a threat as well.
"Well Nick, this whole thing was Chris' idea."
"He's lying Nick, I've not done anything. I'm a victim in this just like you."
"If that's so Chris, why am I getting this weird feeling that you aren't being 100% honest with me?" I quip back at him.
"It's got nothing to do with honesty Nick. I'm just really upset about what I was made to do to you. I think that you partially blame me for it and I feel guilty about it too. He's just trying to divide us and make us turn against each other." He looks like he's about to cry, but before I can ask another question, I'm interrupted.
John is the interruption and he says, "Nick, he's lying to you and you can tell. But you don't have to take my word - or his. Just go over to the backpack and check the front pocket." If I had had any thoughts before about how surrealistic the night had become, those thoughts were nothing like they were right now. I walked over to the backpack and rummaged around the front pocket. I felt around and pulled out another set of handcuffs. I dropped them heavily on the pool table and went back to the pocket and found something small and rectangular and pulled it from the pocket. It was a small tape recorder and there was a tape in it.
The thoughts that had jumped into my head just a few moments ago surfaced again. Still looking at the tape recorder, I quietly asked, "Chris, why didn't you try to get the gun off my chest when you were fucking me? John was holding my ankles, he couldn't possibly have stopped you from getting it." A slight pause from me and I'm now looking directly at Chris. "Not only that, but I was blindfolded so I couldn't 'identify' John, but you weren't blindfolded Chris. Why wasn't John worried about you identifying him?"
Chris now was holding his head in his hands and wouldn't look at me. I think that he was crying now. I looked at John, "John, what's on this tape?"
"It's one of many conversations that Chris and I have had concerning setting up tonight. He approached me at the gym and we got to be friends. We never fucked around ourselves but there was plenty of sexual tension in the air from Chris. I suspect that he somehow knew that I was bi, or at least hoped so. I think that Chris is either bi, or actually gay, and won't admit it, even to himself. Anyhow, eventually Chris managed to find a way to broach the subject of male rape and how he wanted to setup a friend of his so he could rape him. The idea of it sounded pretty hot, but I wanted insurance in case something went wrong, which, as you can see, did. So I secretly taped many of the conversations that we had about it. The one on that tape you're holding is one that leaves no doubt about whose idea this was."
John paused for a moment and when I said nothing, he added, "So the question here Nick, is are you willing to not only jail me, but your best friend? Because you can bet your life that I'm not going down alone."
I looked at the tape and then looked at the handcuffs on the table. I set the tape player down, grabbed the cuffs and threw them at Chris. "Put 'em on Chris."
Chris was now making no attempt to hide the fact that he was crying, "Please don't do this Nick, I'm sorry. I really am. Please don't send me to jail."
"Put the fucking cuffs on right now Chris. Don't make me repeat myself again." This last statement was delivered with a barely held restraint and with a shaking hand that was pointing a gun at him.
With a defeated look, Chris picked up the cuffs and put them on. He even put his hands behind his back without needing to be reminded.
"Why Chris? Why would you want to do this to me?"
"Nick, I'm sorry, I really am. I've always liked you, liked you a lot. I've seen you in the gym working out - you know that already, we work out together when we can. And I've seen you naked in the locker room as well. I could tell that you were really hung. Nick, I like you more than you know, but I also know that you've never made any moves toward any guy, never showed an interest in looking at other guys while they were walking around naked in the locker room. I wanted to have a part of you that no one else could have and hopefully, in the face of adversity, we could bond in a way that might open up some kind of sexual door. I wanted you to be more open to the idea of man-on-man sex. Please Nick, please don't send me to prison."
I ignored that last plea and turned toward John. "John, why did you take a part in this. What did you expect to get out of it? You must realize that there was no way that you and I would ever 'mess around' after this..."
"True, you and I wouldn't have been able to do that. It would have been too risky - you might have recognized my voice, or my build. I might have inadvertently said something that would remind you of this night. But what you haven't taken into account is that I would have had my own bitch to fuck and take advantage of after all this was over. With all the evidence that I'd collected, Chris wouldn't have had a chance. He would have been trapped in a subservient position under me for a long time. Just look at him, as you can see, he's naturally submissive."
"Yes, I can see that now. And there's a lot of things that now make sense from our friendship Chris. You really have had a thing for me for a long time, haven't you?"
Chris looked up at me with tears still flowing from his eyes. "Yes Nick, I've had thoughts about you for a long time. I just wanted to have you and for you to want me too."
"Are you saying that you love me?" I asked incredulously.
"I don't know if I'd call it that, at least not yet. But it's definitely more than a friendship for me."
During this whole time, the camcorder was running and by some sheer stroke of luck, it was pointed at the two of them while it recorded their confessions of guilt. I walked over and turned it off. "The two of you have conspired to rape me and have actually done it. And now I have to decide what to do about you two. This is way too much to handle in one night" I said. "I've got a lot to think about before any decisions can be made rationally." I opened the camcorder and removed the tape. "The first thing that I have to do is put this somewhere safe. If I decide to send you both to prison, I wouldn't want it to conveniently disappear, or get erased."
"Please Nick, I'm begging you. Please don't send me to prison. I'll do anything, anything at all to avoid that."
"Shut up Chris, I've heard enough of your whining. Look at John, at least he isn't being a pussy about what might happen to him. He knows better than to try to convince me about what to do and you should follow his lead on that. So shut up."
Part 3 coming soon...
Sorry about the delay in getting this chapter out. I was without power for 2 weeks and without internet for another week after that. Not only that, but everytime I went to write, I got to thinking about where this story was going and I couldn't help but flog my meat... LOL
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