To seal the deal, I brought out more bottles of Modelo for the lads. Which they accepted. Twisted off the tops and drank some down, their furry little brains working overtime to figure out how to get out of this mess. I had a pretty good idea soon as they left me they’d start some campaign to minimize the damage I might do. But I didn’t care.
I’d laced their beers with GHB and screwed the tops back on, nice and tight...and they were too preoccupied to notice there was no tell-tale hiss of the bottle being freshly opened. They finished them and I let them have another bottle, each...one that was not laced.
They didn't talk much. I just emphasized how I wanted to do a test run on my kidnapping scheme using Smoke. Go all the way, and have them with me throughout. After a bit, they seemed to be getting sleepy and...
Ben caught on to what I'd done, first, and gasped, “Fuckin’ shit, Rett...” before it took full effect.
Liam just looked at me, more hurt than horrified, and drifted off. Oh, the picture he made...legs slightly apart, shorts slightly pulled up, feet positioned in a nicely clumsy style, his crotch looking full and inviting. I left him as he was, on the couch.
Ben was fighting the effects but could only lean against the wall and murmur, “Fuck,” over and over. I maneuvered him to sit on a dining table chair diagonal to Liam...and a moment later, he was gone. Another lovely image in jeans, legs akimbo and elegant pecs breathing softly. I couldn’t help but run my hands up the inside of his thighs, knowing I’d already had him, once, and now could, again.
I got a roll of packing tape from a kitchen drawer and used it to bind his hands behind the chair, then wrapped it around his torso to hold him in place, sitting up. His head lolled at such a sweet angle. I wrapped each ankle to a leg of the chair...and finally used the tape to gag him.
Next was Liam. I rolled him onto his belly and felt up his ass. Not as much there as Ben’s but more than enough to have fun with. I bound his hands behind him, then crossed his ankles and bound those. No gag for him. That would defeat my plan.
I rolled him back into a seated position on the couch and pushed his legs apart, then caressed his thighs, going up under his shorts to grope his dick and balls. They felt very promising.
I positioned my phone on a small tripod on the coffee table in a three-quarter shot to catch me fondling his crotch and nips, and set it to recording. Then I ran my hands up and down his thighs in as tender a way as possible while leaning in and biting at his tits through his t-shirt. He was growing and, if my fingers weren’t lying, he’d be bigger than Ben was.
He groaned and shifted his hips and even clenched his ass to give me a better grasp of him. And I took full advantage. I worked his t-shirt up to reveal his lovely pecs, a sprinkling of hair dancing over them, adding to a tattoo of a coat of arms on his left chest. His tits were soft ovals of a brown that’s two shades darker then his skin, and his belly was wonderfully flat with a treasure trail that was perfection. He was thinner than Ben, true, but it suited him.
I unzipped his shorts to reveal a pair of striped bikini briefs.
On a sk8ter boi?
That told me he had come here seeking his birthday present.
The way his dick filled in those briefs...with his balls loose beneath it...the image was so lovely I grabbed my phone and brought it in closer to get various angles. The way the lines curved over them screamed at me, This is what you’ve always wanted.
And it was true. Complete control of a beautiful man.
I felt him up and rolled his balls in the fabric and stroked his dick and positioned it to expand to the left...and it grew fatter and longer and lovelier...and lovelier. So much so, I didn’t want to pull the briefs away.
But finally I had to, just to see what he had. And his was a beautiful dick. Long and fat and round, with a head that could have been used to illustrate the perfection of a circumcised cock. He had a ring of darker skin around the middle and softer pinkish skin at the base, and his pubes were sandy colored, unlike the hair on his head.
“Wha’ th’ fuck, Rett?” whispered from him.
I looked up to see him looking at me, groggy, so murmured, “Happy birthday.” Then I dove in to swallow him, whole.
He grunted and tried to crawl up the back of the couch, but I took hold of his ass and held him in place and sucked and licked and caressed and tickled him with my tongue, over and over and over to the point he was squirming and whimpering and had stop trying to get away.
“Dude...” drifted from him as his breath grew deeper and quieter. “Dude...dude...”
A muffled “Fuck,” came from Ben, telling me he was awake.
Rather than let this slow things down, I got to pounding on Liam with my mouth and tongue and hands, harder and faster, making him bigger and harder and pulling him deeper into my mouth until he cried out and rammed himself against me and fired down my throat. Over and over and over. All but crying.
I didn’t swallow all of it, this time. I spit some onto the coffee table and let him fire a bit back onto his belly and those hot little briefs as I kept rolling his balls.
“Oh, fuck...fuck...fuck...” was all he could say.
I pinched his tits, again, then looked over at Ben.
I winked.
He looked back at me, confused.
Then I shifted up to straddle Liam’s torso, pulled out my dick, held his mouth open and shoved myself into it, to his horror. He choked and gasped but his tongue slid along the underside of my cock just right and before I could even think, I let loose. He howled and tried to shake his head but I had too good a hold of it and all he could do was let my cum drool past his lips.
Ben wanted to howl but still only managed muffled grunts and yelps.
Liam tried to buck me off, coughing and gagging, but I held him down by his belt, saying, “This is why you came here,” as I rolled his balls and rubbed his dick with my thumb.
But he said, “No, c’mon, Rett, lemme go, you...you were supposed to be cool and...and I...I...what you just did...that’s rape.”
I cast him a cold glance and shot back, “There’s clips of you helping Georgie molest guys. Feeling them up and saying nothing as they struggle...until they cum.”
“Those guys, they...they agreed to it,” he said.
“Got proof? Because it doesn’t look that way, and there’s no paperwork to back you up.” Then I pinched his left tit, adding, “Is there?”
He yelped and backed himself even deeper into the couch, but my other hand was still caressing his dick, and it was not soft. Even after me all but draining him.
“Fuck, Rett!” he whined.
“If you want,” I purred and I slipped my hands under him to grope his ass. Then I flipped him onto his belly so that he was kneeling against the couch and yanked his shorts down.
He screamed and really began to struggle, but I had a solid hold of him. I groped his ass...hell, I mauled it. Tore those lovely bikini briefs open at his crack. Pulle his cheeks apart to reveal his hole. Which was surprisingly clean.
Then I dove down to it. Nuzzled him with my nose. Tickled his hole with my tongue.
That brought a whoop and a nonstop string of, “Whatthefuck, Rett, youain’tdointhat, don’tdoit nostop shitfuckin’shit.”
Which quickly trailed off as my tongue worked its magic on him.
I felt his dick...and it was thick, again. Not hard, but engaged. So were his balls. Reaching up, I pinched at his tits, again, and all he did was moan.
Ben was grunting and I could hear the chair bounce as he fought against the tape binding him, and that made me feel even more in need of Liam’s ass.
So I rose, undid my pants, pulled down my CKs and flipped my dick out. Nice and hard. I slid up and down between his cheeks and lubed it with some spit and pressed it to his hole...and as he screamed, “No-no-no,” I pushed into him.
All the way into him.
Not hard or mean but almost gentle. Pulling at his dick the whole time. Or pinching at his tits. Or rolling his balls. All as he begged me to stop-please-stop.
I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
I was too lost in the beauty of being inside him. Of his ass sucking at my dick. Of the way spooning him seemed to make the moment complete. Of the sensations building in me, even though I’d just cum in him mouth. Even though this was, honestly speaking, rape.
I didn’t care. All that mattered was me fucking Liam. Holding Liam’s torso tight to mine. Letting his fingers dig at me and his nails catch on my shirt and his legs try to kick back and none of it having any effect as I pumped in and out and in and out and in and out until I felt the wave of joy building deep within me, growing and expanding and taking over the world as I raged and snarled and finally exploded into him.
And I do mean exploded. I’d never felt an orgasm like that, before. It was insane how completely lost in it I was. How perfect it was. How elegant and real. Exquisite. I had found the true meaning of life and never wanted to let it go.
Never.
But finally...finally, I drifted back to earth. Still loving how I was lying on top of Liam, holding him tight. I could have stayed there. Loved him there. He and I would be one so long as I held him close. And yet...slowly...slowly I loosened my grip on him. Like I was peeling myself away from him. Had to make myself pull out of him. Caress him as I staggered back to my knees. And that I simply gazed upon him.
Still half-kneeling on the couch. His shorts half down his thighs. His pretty briefs hanging in shreds around his lovely ass. His hands twisted in the tape, as were his ankles. Cum trailing from his hole.
And from his dick. He had cum, again, and it trailed down the side of the couch into a small pool directly below him.
I dipped my fingers in it and let them caress his cheeks, unwilling to believe what had happened.
He had taken me to another plane of existence...and I had shown him there was no such thing as gay or straight men, just sex.
The idea of which I loved, be3cause I could have gone in him, again.
I honestly thought about it, for a moment...but something deep inside me was saying, You went too far, you’ve become a danger, and you need to back down before you kill somebody.
Then I looked at Ben, who was looking at me with pure horror.
Which made me laugh. And sneer.
And say, “You next...”
And I meant it.
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