The Consequences of Envy

‘’Get a towel around your fanny, we’ll eat at the pool.’’ said the Man who’d just fucked me.

Stu donned his surfer suit again. The man dressed in his clothes, and we walked back to the pool. I was appointed to carry the bags; and, I held them, still warm, against my chest, while Stu carried the sodas.

‘’You can eat naked, no one is around but us guys,’’ The man said; and Stu snatched the towel with a laugh.

Stu gave me another evil grin as I situated my naked ass under the umbrella.

The burger was too tempting, and I wolfed it down, savoring the taste; even as I thought how I might escape; thinking, there may well be another session of being fucked before the day was out.

It was weird to me as I was conflicted of my state of pleasurable satisfaction though. I wasn’t a queer, I got hard looking at Playboy magazines; and, I wanted desperately to forget all that had happened, as I munched away.

' I must never let anyone know this happened to me.’  I thought.

Chit chat proceeded as if nothing unusual or dramatic had taken place; and, without much thought amidst the yammering, I stood, walked to the pool, and jumped in.

‘’I’m gonna start yelling for the police if you don’t let me go.’’ I shouted form the deep middle of  the ice cold water.

‘’No one is keeping you against your will, I’ll even drive you home. Now stop this nonsense and get out of the water!’’ said the man with a look of astonishment on his face.

I stayed  where I was, resolute treading water, while both stood and looked with worried concern.

‘’Help!’’ I shouted loud as I could.

Stu then guffawed, and said, ''He's a soprano.'' To me he said laughing, ''You've got a girl's voice too.'' 

‘Get him out, Stu!’’  Ordered the man.

But, Stu turned to him suddenly with a terrified expression, and just stood there at the edge; and, then he mumbled that he couldn’t swim. It occurred to me Stu had lied about swimming earlier. 

‘Did the man know this?’, I wondered.

The man said, ‘’I am not going to ruin my new cloths to get that boy. You get him Stu, or else!‘’ and the man pushed Stu in toward me.

Stu began thrashing around in a frenzied panic.  Being a pretty good swimmer I grabbed, trying to get behind him, but he was too strong though. He instead wrapped around facing me in a bear hug. The last thing I noticed was his wall of greasy combed up hair that kept its shape, as he gurgled in terror, and he then vomited up big chunks of his burger. I rolled back under water to avoid the puke and I went down under with him and lost consciousness.

My next bit of awareness was laying pool side coughing up water. Still spitting up water I looked over at the pool and saw my first dead person. Stu was face-up, open eyed staring, as if in disbelief, his mouth wide open and stretched about his blocky teeth in a frozen scream. He was only a foot under water. Chunks of Big Boy burger floated above his body.

The man was dripping wet over me. He picked me up, as one might do for a Hiemlich; and, then threw me over his shoulder. I saw the sign, ‘swim at own risk, no life guard on duty’ as we departed the area, and I coughed all the way to the room.

As he walked I mumbled between coughs, still over his muscular shoulder, '‘what about Stu?’,' and he said he was lucky just to get me.

He put me on the bed, and said he was going to get the authorities; and, to rest and stay warm till he returned. He changed into dry clothes after wrapping me in the blanket, and cursed at his ruined alligator belt he'd just bought for fifty dollars.

I must have been suffering hypothermia; as I shivered violently.  He rubbed me all over vigorously, then gave me a pill with juice, and said it’d help me relax. I quickly drifted off, still shaking, into a very nice unconsciousness as the pill took effect. I was later to learn it was a popular tranquilizer, a quaalude.

I awoke to the rumble under my body and noise of cars; and, I realized I was in the back floor of a van moving in traffic. It was night. I sat up, and could see the Healy being towed from behind but covered in a canvas. The man fiddled with the radio, and was actually happily bouncing in his seat to the music as if nothing had happened.

Later he told me he'd had another room for himself on the other side of the building, and the room we had been in was Stu's; where he'd parked the Van. His was where he had attached the tow bar. 

I was also still naked, upon a sleeping bag. There were some suit cases and a tool box but I didn't see my clothes.

‘’We’ll be in Columbia in just a few minutes,’’  the man cheerfully announced, noticing my movements.

He pulled over into a gas station and parked near the roadway.

I climbed up front to the passenger seat, and still zoned, tried to comprehend what was happening.

‘’ Are you warm enough?‘’ he asked.

He reached over with both hands and rubbed my chest and nipples . He then messaged my penis — which became erect. He continued working my dick while he rubbed my chest with his other hand. I didn’t push him away and hunched with his rhythm.

It was chilly, and his warm hands felt nice, very nice. He pulled me up upon the center van console, draped my legs over his, pushed my thighs apart, spit upon his palm, and, he rapidly beat my meat. His big paw of a hand hid all but my reddened cock head; as, I leaned back against the dash, holding the steering wheel in my right arm, yelping in a frenzy; yet, then he abruptly stopped, and I wanted him to keep going.

‘’You are mine now you little bitch, sit back down, we need to keep going a ways.’’

I did as ordered returning to the passenger seat, but I was in such a state I leaned back against door, took my cock in hand, and started jerking in a frenzy of need. He slapped the inside of my thigh and pulled my hand from my dick.

‘’Stop that. You’ll get us into trouble!'’  he shouted; and, he pointed to a state trooper pulling up to the pumps. Then we drove off.

———

He told me to lay back down and bundle up in the sleeping bag. I looked back upon the missed opportunity the state trooper had presented.

I had thought I would’ve or should have, demanded he give my cloths back, instead of being into him jerking my dick; and, I should have told him I would just hitch-hike back, ‘forget the whole thing, honest.’

I followed his suggestion without a word though, and I returned quickly to sleep, and didn’t awaken again till I was jostled awake by being dragged out of the van, and bodily carried into a house. It appeared to be in a woodsy area, where no other lights beamed but the front porch.

He took me to a bed room, stood me by the bed, which he made ready, and told me to go back to sleep. I did.

———

I awoke with a start of shock and disorientation. I hopped from the bed and quickly found the bed room door to be locked, and the window had burglar bars. There was an empty white 5 gallon plastic bucket by the bed, and I relieved myself into it.

The curtains and bed were nice, and the ceiling high. Upon an old wooden coat stand, hung an assortment of leather apparel, and straps, with some silvery short chains .

Upon closer inspection, what looked to be a dog collar, a leather vest, chaps, and a hat as motor cyclists wear, of leather as well; otherwise  the room excepting bed was empty. A full length mirror hung on the door. I didn’t see my clothes anywhere.

I put on the vest, and found it left my belly uncovered; though, it seemed designed that way. I strapped on the black chaps that left my ass, backs of my legs, and crotch naked, but otherwise, it too seemed to fit perfectly.

The collar looked too small, but also fitted well; and finally, I donned the hat which was too small, and had a palpable greasy feel upon my forehead —‘must’ve been Stu’s‘. The other straps and a few chains with alligator clips were mysterious.

I stood before the mirror, already with a full hard on, turning this way and that, liking what I saw. It was clear to me the man intended me to wear this gear; and, I again began stroking my dick.

I added spit as the man had done the previous night, and franticly stroked it.

It was then that I ejaculated for the first time from masturbation; and the cum hit the mirror at about knee cap level from a couple feet.

I removed the leather and crawled back in bed.

Only then did I begin to contemplate the situation I was in.

All this from just liking a car. Though, Friday, was to have been a holiday from school, and I had planned to pitch in with my friends, and get the black panhandler who worked the shopping area to buy us some beer; where, in addition, we would try to get Rhonda and the girls to sneak out, and -- 'I might have gotten some 'pussy', but no, I'm fucked -- and, liked it like a fag!' I thought.

I wanted a cigarette.

Mother might not even miss me, since I told her I'd be staying overnight with Edmond to work on a science project. 

Did the man murder Stu?  Was I being abducted because I was a witness to his murder or because the man wants to molest me — keep fucking me, or both?

‘’It could’ve been an accident,’’ I pondered aloud.

I went back to sleep.