The other guy

The house smelled of last nights curry. There were broken cocktail glasses, a heap of crushed limes, a plate full of salt and another full of sugar.

It was January, Jack, the lady in the paper shop said it was three below zero.

The catalyst came round, we drank coffee and planned. He showed me videos on his phone of the other guy. They were well shot and through a pay for website. “Look at that straight cock.” the other guy was lying down and the camera angle was from between his legs. We couldn’t see his face, just the back of another man and the other guys straight penis pumping up and down into him. “That takes some skill doesn’t it?”

“He must have good back muscles, I don’t know about skill”

“He’s very keen to be drawn. I told him about our arrangement, that you would sketch him, and he would be paid in either sex or a sketch.”

“Sex or sketch” I repeated, deadpan.

I was wearing a new jockstrap under tight snake skin pattern jeans, and felt aware of my sexuality, happy in my skin.

He left to fetch the polish escort who was still recovering from the night before, then to collect the other guy from the train station. He would be back about 3.

The polish escort appeared as I was setting up an old laptop to play pornography through the television. He brought me a bottle of prosecco and two records. I was touched. I made him a drink as we had a little puff on his pipe. I returned to my task aware my arse was in the air as I leant over the banquette.

His zip was open, releasing flesh below the button on his baby blue stretchy jeans. I asked if there was anything I could get him, he shook his head, I bent over and tasted him. I left him in control of the pornography as I finished little jobs about the house. I saw him taking a photograph of his erection on his phone. I took my own phone and videoed myself sliding his full length down my throat, it felt like it fit perfectly and I could kiss his balls while swallowing his manhood for as long as I liked. I said there were a few things I had to do before the others arrived, was there anything he needed?

His eyebrows raised and his head tilted “a little fuck?”.

The last time we had, it was him who had penetrated me so I was surprised to find myself lathering my erect cock as he bent over the banquette.

I held his hips as I slid in and out of him, gently and slowly, building up my thrusts. He pulled away, then bent over the arm chair. My teeth gripped his back, my hand clasping his phallus as I resumed my gyrations.

Shortly I was astride him with his length comfortably inside me, I told him about the pulley at the studio, that we could use as a sling. There was a knock at the door and I quickly slipped my jock strap back on and a dressing gown. the catalyst arrived with the other guy and someone’s husband. the catalyst made them comfortable as I prepared them drinks.

The other guy commented “Oh porn, I’ve already seen myself in three pornos today.” He was clutching a can of energy drink. I could see he was attractive but vain, he didn’t hold my attention as much as the others.

He had some of the catalyst’s sex toys scattered around him.

I was sandwiched between the polish escort and someone’s husband on the sofa as the catalyst was jabbering educated nonsense to the room. My leg rubbed against someone’s husband’s. It wasn’t long before the polish escort’s flesh appeared again through his jeans. I was glad we were both eager not to be making idle chatter.

The other guy commented that he and the catalyst were missing out sitting on opposite sides of the room.

The catalyst went to get his effects from the car, coming back to find me dangerously stiff between the enormous cock of the polish escort and the more modest but impressively hard contribution from someone’s husband.

Clothes came off quickly, someone’s husband’s face was buried into the catalyst’s naked crotch as he tapped into his phone.

My mouth and hands were full of men’s skin and sweat.

I looked over and saw someone’s husband penetrating the catalyst.

“You guys get started quickly” said the other guy, all I could see was his chiseled pectoral muscles. He was wearing gucci glasses, grey boxers, black socks and spoke with a south west country inflection.

“We have work to do” I replied looking him in the eyes. “Don’t want to waste time in all the chat”.

His cock and balls disappeared into my mouth. I alternated between swallowing his and the polish escort’s as someone’s husband entered me from behind.

I was a little disheartened by the lack of reaction from the other guy’s member. I could feel his arrogance and the petulance of someone accustomed to being admired. From the minute he walked in I sensed his urgency to project a false image, which I would break.

Someone’s husband fucked me with his hard short cock as I entered the polish escort and we both sucked deep on the other guy’s flacid nicely formed delicious meat.

I reached out and grabbed the catalyst’s parts as someone’s husband’s rythmns beat through me into the polish escort.

I smeared three cocks with toffee pavlova. I wanted to rub something all over the polish escort’s column and bend it into balloon animals.

I made someone’s husband penetrate me again.

I cut my hair and had a shower coming down to someone’s husband fucking the catalyst. The other guy grabbed me in the dining room and kissed me hard against the door frame. I bit his undulating muscles and he took me as far down his throat as he could. the polish escort was smiling at me with his cock in his hand.

I was sat on the sofa with someone’s husband in my mouth and the other guy’s mental state began to affect him. He kept on half apologising for his lack of erection. He decided he wanted to leave, and began to dress.

“No, don’t go yet” I pleaded, “I knew I’d be distracted, we have to get some drawing done. Enough of this nonsense” Someone’s husband took his attention to the catalyst as I gathered paper, board and drawing materials.

The other guy was unsure of what was going on as I arranged his body before me. I asked him to remove his vest, but he could keep his shorts, and raise his hands above his head facing away from me.

I made a quick sketch and moved to a different seat to start another. the polish escort began sucking the other guys’s cock as he knelt before the fire.

I had only made the initial structure when the other guy jumped up and started to panic.

“Oh I can’t handle this”. His fingers were flickering in straight lines from his hands.

“I have to go home, I don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t sign up to this”

“That’s Ok” I responded. I turned my attentions to the polish escort’s adductor muscles, pelvis and his penis curving in the light.

The catalyst tried to soothe the other guy while grinning maniacally, his body writhing with lust and delight, heightened by amphetamines. “I don’t understand what’s going on, I’m working 24/7, nobody understands” he whined.

I put my drawing tools aside and sat the other guy down to talk to him calmly.

“Were you not told about what this was about?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, I didn’t know about this, I just want my questions answered. I work so hard nobody understands what I’m going through, I have some mental health issues you know.”

“I’m very sorry about that, I wouldn’ t want you to do anything you didn’t want to do. You weren’t told about posing for a drawing?” I looked over at the catalyst, lying on the sofa with a long polish cock in one hand and his other on the back of a dark haired head between his thighs.

“Yeah” he inflected “I knew you was like a sketcher, what are you doing? What’s it for? Who are you working for?”

“Maybe you should take him to see the studio?” interjected the catalyst.

“I’m just looking to draw men, I’m a painter”

“What do you do though?”

“I make paintings. Most of them aren’t naked men, they’re things like patterns or cities. I’m looking at curves on men’s bodies.”

“Yeah but what’s this for? What do you do?”

“It’s for a painting. I paint them. You know when you see most paintings of men, they are in fancy costumes and looking powerful, but women are just naked sex blobs. I’m just trying to do something to redress the balance.”

“Yeah, I understand that, but why can’t you answer my question, I just want answers, I work 24/7 and I only get like £300 a week, like everyone else, but yeah obviously I get more than that. Nobody understands how hard I work.

“I see, was nothing explained to you that I don’t pay people, you can have a drawing when I’ve finished with them.”

“I think like there’s something wrong with the world yeah? And that there’s like a different reality. And they’re trying to sort of keep us out of it yeah?”

“OK”

“I just got sent to Blackpool yeah? And they like keep so many secrets from me, what’s it all about yeah? Nobody tells me. I work so hard and I only get like £300 a week.”

His fingers were twitching and he was flashing his phone around.

“It’s quite late to be getting the train” came the voice of the catalyst

“I’ll see what time your train is. It’s going to be quite expensive”

“I’ve got a return ticket”

I checked times from the nearest train station.

“They’re still running.” I checked from the main station. “Oh, actually the last one is in 5 minutes, otherwise you arrive at 8 in the morning.

It was too late for the other guy to get a train back to the South. the catalyst took him to find a hotel, taking someone’s husband with them.

I drew the polish escort for a while, then put on some long woollen socks, and took him to the studio. The excitement of each others bodies kept away the chill as I lowered the pulley’s pallet to the height of his waist. I lay supine on the pallet, suspended from metal beams in the ceiling, swinging and spinning. the polish escort’s slaska draped across my upturned face. I swung back and forth as he fucked my throat. My legs raised into the air bringing my cock into his mouth, as I rocked upside down, pressing his buttocks shoving his penis further down my throat.

The polish escort wanted a turn, using his folded jeans to cushion his coccyx, his arse brushed my throbbing erection. I poured and smeared myself with walnut oil, span him round and pushed it into his mouth.

“How does it taste?” I asked.

“Like oil” he shrugged with a smile.

I spun him round again and slid inside him. Walking him towards the spiral staircase, then moving back and letting his momentum swing his buttocks against my thighs and my cock deeper inside him. the polish escort was a pendulum swinging around my firm shaft, the ryhthmns created by my pulsing hips required barely any effort to bring him and my pleasures the only sensations we were feeling. My energies were all concentrated on his body bouncing off mine. His face betrayed his clear gratification of my organ reaching inside his abdomen.

Suddenly there was a movement and the palett began dropping slowly, lowering the polish escort to the floor with his eyes wide with shock and excitement. My engorged penis slid from his hole, shining, clean and murderous.

He stood up from the floor and we moved to a table covered with carpet. He bent over the table and I re-entered him from behind. I took a bungee elastic cord with a hook on both ends. And strapped his leg against mine locking his firm rear against my pulsing groin.

“I want you to come inside me.” the polish escort groaned.

“You want me to come inside you?”

“Yes I do”

The strength of my thrusts increased as I forced his face into the covering on the table. I bit his back and pounded into him. I arched my back and pressed my hands into his shoulders as my hips moved further in and out, the elastic pulling his arse with me.

His thighs were crushing into the edge of the table. My arms reached around his collar bone lifting him up against me as my hips took control of my body. I bit his back harder and felt my climax approaching. My hands kneaded his face, his eyes looking into mine with delight. I felt the first waves of ejaculant as my thighs lifted him and his groans crescendoed. There was more to come as he was thrown up and down against the table, I could feel thick streams of semen leaping from my body into his.

The catalyst and the other guy left someone’s husband in the centre of town. They parked near the canal, and the other guy’s screen was rolling and flicking to find a hotel.

The other guy refused to book through the internet.

“you just have to click the box that says you’re a key worker” due to lockdown restrictions things had become more complicated.

He insisted on booking over the phone.

They tried one hotel, the room was almost booked when the other guy asked “Do you need to see my id or anything? To prove that I’m a key worker?”

“Oh, yes I suppose we will”

He tried another two in the same manner. They went for a walk down the canal on the way to the dingiest hotel in Manchester.

Men in small groups or individuals were loitering in the foul smelling undercroft. They stroked their pockets and clutched bulges. Cigarette smoke and piss lingered in the damp air.

Rain slithered down the walls of the gothic crown court, leering stone faces watched them shuffle to the hotel which was once a warehouse showroom. Again, they had little difficulty booking the room until the other guy intervened. “Let me show you my credentials” he said, proferring the receptionist his phone with his social media account.

“That won’t do, I’m afraid you can’t stay here”

“I’ll get the last train”

“You’ll be spending nine hours sleeping on the platform. You can if you want, but you’re very welcome to come back with me. I think you should”

I picked up the can of energy drink and showed it to the polish escort.

“You don’t drink this do you?”

“Oh no, not my style”

“I thought there was something funny when he came in drinking this.”

“Yes he was . . . strange”

“Szalony” I said. “He was nice, but I’m quite glad he’s gone you know.”

I set up the easel and drew the polish escort sat on the sofa masturbating. I thought it looked like such an everyday personal scene. Not like someone performing for satisfaction, just a domestic scene. A man, sat topless watching tv.

There was a gentle tap on the front door.

The catalyst looked at me with his eyebrows raised and an apologetic expression

“Guess what” the hooded shape of the other guy shuffled in. He gave me a practiced smile, that flashed on and then off again. His anxious face fixed on the floor and his hood up.

He sat on the banquette, his knees apart, coat remained on, hood still up fingers twitching between his knees.

I made a pot of tea.

The polish escort and the catalyst fussed over a sooty glass pipe. Clothes came off again, and the catalyst wriggled around the floor at the other guys feet.

“I don’t think much of those socks.”

“Fuck you old man”

“We couldn’t get in anywhere”

Out of earshot from the others he said to me. “She asked to see his id and he showed her his fucking facebook page!”

The polish escort stood in the corner of the room, the muscles of his torso clearly defined and rippling down in a v shape to the top of his jeans. He was inhaling meth amphetamine vapours with the catalyst. The other guy was draped over an armchair fiddling with his phone.

There was something I wanted to try using a laser level, I took it out and showed the catalyst the effects of breathing vapour through it, creating a swirling wall of green. What I wanted to do was to shine the laser line across the polish escort’s body and photograph the contours of his body mapped by the straight line.

“Oh I get it now yeah, its a CAD drawing yeah, sketch is a program for CAD drawing, your an architect, your making a 3D model yeah” the other guy sat up and became animated in his misguided epiphany.

“No, I’m just photographing him, but yes, sketch is a program”

“Why didn’t you say you were making 3D models of me? I just want answers, nobody understands, why are you being so secretive just give me a straight answer”

“Well, sketch is a program for designing, but we just mean sketch as in a drawing”

“Yeah a CAD drawing”

“No, a drawing on paper”

“But you’ve got a machine for making 3D models there”

“No, it’s just a laser, you’re thinking of a 3D scanner, I don’t have one of those”

“I just want to understand what’s going on. I work 24/7 and I only get £300 a week. Why are you making a 3D scan of him. Do you make 3D models, sketch is for making CAD drawings yeah, I’m clever I’m not stupid”

“I think you’re thinking of another program for making 3D models. You mean for computer games?” I pressed my fingers into my eyelids.

“Why are you making us into games? Whats this for? You get me down here I don’t know what’s going on.”

“No, I’m just doing some drawings”

“Yeah I get that, but why are you making him into a CAD drawing?”

“I’m not, I’m just trying something out for looking at these contours and curves on his body”

“But what about the games? Do you make games?”

“I do, but not like this, I’m just trying to do some drawings”

“Why are you making drawings?”

“Because I’m an artist, that’s what I do”

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this, I think there’s something going on. You’ve got the AI working against me”

“There’s no AI, I’m just doing some drawings, look I’ll show you. I want to look at curves on a male body. The idea is to look at men the way men look at women in art.”

I showed him some photographs and drawings. He was getting quite distressed and confused, I wasn’t sure if I was making him worse or calming him down. I took him over to the studio to show him some paintings. I explained to him what I do and showed him one of the games that then makes a painting.

He explained how he was a clever person, but felt that whenever he tried to look at something on the internet it wouldn’t give him the real thing. That everything was as though it was made by Disney and trying to keep things from him. That there was an AI that wouldn’t let him get the information he wanted.

He calmed down in the studio and became more receptive. Even though I knew his concerns were irrational, I could identify with him. Everything seemed to be going wrong for me too. It did feel that something was trying to get in the way of all my endeavours, but isn’t that just life?

He was saying again how hard he works, but that something was stopping him succeeding. That there was an artificial intelligence that would choose what he could and couldnt’ see. That was sending him to people he didn’t want to see to do things he shouldn’t do. He had been sent to Blackpool which he thought was amazing. I laughed and said how much I love Blackpool for the intensity of how shit it is.

He tried my game, there are different strategies to adopt, if you try and stop the other player scoring points you will inevitably lose. He chose this strategy.

I told him about the fun with the pulley and the palette. He looked at me hungry and anxious, but I knew he was having trouble, not only with his erection. As much as I wanted to enjoy him I didn’t want to put him in distress again.

We returned to the house as the catalyst was preparing to take the polish escort home, arranging that we would come and see him the next morning.

I opened a bottle of fizz and poured glasses for the other guy and myself.

I asked him what it was he did.

“I’m an actor”

I wasn’t sure if that meant he was an actor, he made pornography, or if he was an escort. We talked for a long time and I saw what a sweet man he was. He clearly had some serious mental issues.

“What is it that you want in life?”

“I just want to be able to live. I have to play a role all the time and people are always making me go places and do things, I only make £300 a week. Everything pretends to be so perfect and its just a lie. I’ll never be that perfect”

“From acting?”

“No, well, yeah I get more than that”

He wanted me to draw him, I wanted to draw him. He was standing with no shirt holding his champagne flute. I said how I wanted to capture the feeling of getting to know someone. Of wanting to touch them but not being sure. I was also shirtless and as I was scuttling about to get easel and drawing materials together I could feel the sexual tension building. I touched him lightly in the chest and kissed him, then pushed him away and had a good look at him in the light.

He was good looking, with blond hair. He was 30 years old, tanned skin. Very defined muscles, long nipples. His face was long and betrayed a variety of expressions. Sometimes his brown eyes were looking at me with wonder and bewilderment and his smile flourished uncontrollably. Other times his smile looked pained or forced and there was fear in his gaze. As I drew his face, his expression was changing and the different personalities in his character were in conflict with one another, but he was calm. He was excited to see the drawings and I wished I had concentrated on his muscles.

He saw the faces I had drawn and was perturbed by them.

The catalyst called, he had dropped off the polish escort and had been asked to go and see a drug dealer who wanted to give him some more chemicals, there was also a little party going on in a hot tub, but he could only take one of us. “No I think we’re having a nice time here.”

Pornography was still playing on the television and we collapsed onto the sofa caressing each other.

He prepared himself some G

His character began changing again. He was holding me curled on the sofa, quite tightly. He was saying how wrong pornography is. He didn’t like how perfect the men were, that they were doing everything wrong, not like how he was trained. That he couldn’t bear to do the sort of things they were doing.

“You mean making porn?”

“Yeah I was trained never to do that sort of thing, its just so wrong”

I didn’t want to point out the videos that the catalyst had shown me that morning which the other guy had clearly made and posted on the internet.

I was browsing the people contacting me on the internet to come and see me.

“You should get someone round because I’m not in a state to satisfy you”

“I don’t know, I’m quite tired” I did want someone else there, in case his mental state took a turn for the worse.

“I really like you, you’re really fit and clever.”

“Thank you”

“But I think there’s some bias. I think there’s something going on. I can find out about you”

“OK, what do you mean bias?”

“That the polish guy is given preferetial treatment”

“What do you mean? There’s no competition. No prizes”

“Yeah but there’s like some bias going on. I can find out about you from the Sunday times”

I had a message from a man in Stockport. He wanted to come round. I gave him my phone number. But I was still not sure how much energy I had left. I wasn’t satisfied yet, that was true but I didn’t want to be left alone with the other guy for much longer.

The catalyst came back and the other guy said he wanted to go to bed, I took him up to my room and gave him a glass of water. He started talking about crookery and dodgy dealing.

The catalyst had been to the hot tub, where they had robbed him of some chemicals and his phone.

“You are always losing your phone.”

“They made sure my clothes were in a different room, then they kept going out one at a time.”

“Let’s call your phone”

“One of them was really controlling. He made the other one do a slam, then him, then I was allowed. He seemed really controlling all the time, I checked later and there’s loads of chems missing.”

“Your phone’s ringing….. no answer”

“Where’s my wallet?”

“Have you checked your bag?”

“Where’s my wallet?”

“I’ll call your phone again”

“There it is, it was in my bag, they could have got the card details. They’ve done this before”

“What do you mean before?” Oh christ, he hadn’t been robbed before and then returned like a dope?

“He said I’d dropped him off before, it was in Swinton, I thought it was your friend.”

“The messiah? He’s not gay, he wouldn’t have invited you round for a hot tub!”

“No, it was the flake’s friend, not his friend, he said they saw him and then months later, money went missing from the account. He must have taken the bank details and then bided his time. It was very strange, the controlling one went upstairs then came down again and said ‘Right I’m calling time’ Like it was a fucking pub or something! So then I left and I got down the street, realised I didn’t have my phone then I went back and all the lights were out. I knocked at the door but there was no answer, like no-one just disappears off to bed like that.”

“I’m calling your phone again”

“You think I should cancel my account? I should be able to freeze them shouldn’t I? They can get them from the phone”

“Hello?” a Salford accent answered the phone “He left his phone behind.”

“Oh very good, think we can get it back?”

“Yeah, but we’ve gone to bed now, you can get it in the morning”

We arranged to come and collect it in the morning.

“You have to watch yourself in Swinton. Be wary of going north of the east lancs” I admonished the catalyst.

“So who else is here?”

“It’s just the two of us.”

“I was expecting to come back to a full house”

“I can’t be arsed herding cats, oh shit, the man from Stockport”

There was a missed call on my phone and some messages with lots of question marks. He was still eager to come, I gave him the address.

“So there’s a man from Stockport on his way”

The other guy came downstairs. His mood had turned more suspicious and paranoid.

“I’m going to get to the bottom of this, i think you’re really crooks.”

“We’re not crooks”

The catalyst continued ranting about the two in the hot tub.

“I cant get through to my online account because I don’t have my phone to verify that its me on the computer”

“I’m going to find out everything about you. People think I don’t have power, but I have power”

“I should have remembered they were dodgy, who the hell comes down and says ‘that’s time everyone out now’?”

“I can end you, you can’t control my life.”

“We aren’t trying to control your life” I was trapped between two deranged monologues.

“What’s your website address?” I gave him my website address.

“Ah, I’ve got something because its not working”

“Well that’s not a surprise, I’ve been having a lot of trouble with it. Let me have a look, maybe you typed the addresss wrong.”

“I didn’t type the address wrong, look, it won’t let me, it says I’m not allowed to see it. Why have you blocked me from seeing your website?”

“I didn’t block you” I sighed.

“I have something here because of this.”

“The address is written wrong, you’ve missed a letter”

The catalyst was still rambling about the two in the hot tub.

The other guy was trying to find him on the Sunday times rich list.

“He won’t be on there” I said.

“I think they do this all the time, they take credit cards and phones”

“What happened to the credit card I was promised?”

“What credit card? Did you offer him a credit card?”

“I was told I’d get a credit card and a phone”

“By whom?”

“Right what is going on? That’s what they were saying at the hotel, that I needed a credit card, that’s why I couldn’t get a room. I work all the time, I was made to go to Blackpool and be a tourist attraction, they said I’d get a credit card.”

“I don’t know anything about a credit card, I don’t have a credit card.”

“You can’t make me go somewhere I don’ t want to, I’m looking up sex trafficking, that’s what you are you’re sex traffickers.”

“Now that’s going a bit far, there are some really disgusting people out there ruining peoples lives, I don’t think you have it that bad”

“That’ll get they’re attention, I’m being manipulated against my will”

“You’re a free agent, you are welcome to make your own decisions in life”

“That’s right an agency, why didn’t I see it before?”

“The filthy sex agency!” declared the catalyst.

“Yeah the filthy sex agency”

“And we’re up to no good, corrupting the young minds of the world!”

Again there came a gentle knock at the door. The catalyst jumped up with elan, a dog at the sound of the post.

The man from Stockport had a friendly face beneath a a jumble of curly brown hair. I made them gin and tonics, on my return the catalyst was proffering him a chemistry set of narcotics. They went upstairs with chemicals in little plastic tubes, I didn’t want to think about how they were administered I know it involved elevated legs.

The other guy was still rambling on about crooks and not having transparency. I was getting the impression he was trying to find some way of sabotaging us. I didn’t believe he would, maybe he wanted the feeling of power. Regardless, it was getting on my nerves.

The catalyst came back downstairs with the man from Stockport. In minutes they were writhing around the floor. The man from Stockport had just his t shirt on, hands reaching up to my thighs.

“He has muscles” I observed. He grinned and came up to suck my cock. I looked over at the other guy, sprawled across the arm chair, one hand clasping his phone, the other flickering in spasms around his head.

The man from stockport was eager to please. He poked out his rear into the catalyst’s crotch while choking down my penis. He switched around and pushed himself onto my erection, nuzzling his face into the other. I continued for a while but the other guy was distracting me and I just wanted to go to bed. I kept hearing him muttering to himself about conspiracies and how he’d been made to go to blackpool to be a tourist attraction.

I went upstairs to wash and get into bed.

I was gradually drifting off to sleep when the catalyst came into my room with more chemicals.

“That guy is bat shit crazy, he had some G and got really worse, keep your drugs away from him”

“Yes, I’ve got them here, I don’t want to do them near him”

The man from Stockport had followed him and they were both sitting on my bed with pins. Hands reached under my bedcovers and found my flesh. Kneading it, squeezing. A mouth followed and sucked and chewed my cock and balls. I couldn’t move my legs from the weight on them. My organ was manipulated until it became hard. It was smeared with lubricant and the man from Stockport straddled it. The bed creaked and groaned as his body rose and fell onto me. I tried to move my hips, but I was restricted. He turned round and back, twisting my member inside him while devouring the flesh of my friend. He wanted us to both penetrate him. The catalyst lay down with the man from Stockport’s legs on either side, his cock wasn’t completely hard, but his foreskin is unusually large.

“I could use your foreskin as a condom” I grunted.

I was on my knees in the bed, my cock alternated between entering the man from stockport and rubbing itself between the two sweaty men. I tried to use my cock to force the catalyst’s inside the other man. There was a mirror by the bed which reflected the curve of my back and buttocks as I thrust in and out of the man from stockport. My movements were hard and strong and were met with groans of pleasure from the two.

I moved faster and harder pressing them against each other, the catalyst’s cock getting tangled amongst the moving sweating extremities of the three of us.

I lay back, not exhausted but wanting to rest. The man from Stockport continued to ride me for a while. The catalyst took him and entered him while he pressed down on my body. I stood up and took a drink of water, went to the bathroom and washed again. I was conscious of the other guy downstairs. He was still draped across the armchair worrying himself. The other two came down and I returned upstairs. When I came back down they were all on the sofa, the other guy sat in the middle with a little grin and the start of an erection. My spirits rose but he was unable to perform, he had calmed down somewhat but I think my presence had thrown him off course.

Eventually the man from Stockport left, he and the catalyst came to my room to say goodbye and a final play with my organs. He told us he had a girlfriend, that he wasn’t gay because he didn’t fancy men, but he liked the sex. He said he really liked me and would like to come back again, but it was 5 in the morning and he was supposed to have a meeting with his business partner at 9. I asked him maybe his girlfriend could wear a strapon for him. “No she’s definitely not into that”

I awoke about 8, when I came downstairs the catalyst was shivering naked on the sofa, the back door was open. I took him upstairs to the spare room. The other guy remained on the armchair, I told him he could come up to bed, but I didn’t want to disturb him.

I ran a bath and tried to sweat out the toxins. The other guy tapped on the door,

“It’s fine, come in” I called. I cleared my things from on top of the toilet seat. He lifted the lid of the toilet and stood there. I reached over and lifted the toilet seat before he could piss on it. He stood there for some time, little sounds of anguish coming from him as he couldn’t seem to piss.

“I’ll close my eyes and ears” I said. I didn’t want to see him piss, but it didn’t bother me. After some time I could hear water flowing.

My phone pinged, it was one of the guys in the hot tub, I could retrieve the phone. I didn’t want to wake the catalyst so I figured when I could emerge from the tub I would head over and collect it for him.

I was concerned about this man in my house, whether he would ever leave. There had been talk about him getting the first train. He clearly had some problems with shizophrenia; showing many signs of people I had known before.

I asked the other guy if he wanted to come with me to get the phone back. At first he said no, but then started getting his jacket on. He didn’t want to get the train just yet. I asked if he needed to reserve a seat. He said he already had a ticket.

We drove to Swinton. On the way I asked him “Don’t take this the wrong way, but can I ask you, do you ever hear voices?”

“No.” He replied, “well yes but only when I’m tired”

“It’s not unusual, a lot of people do.”

“Yeah, but its not all the time. It gets to me and its difficult sometimes”

“Have you spoken to anyone about it?”

“Yeah they put me on some medication but I didn’t like it, its not all the time”

“You can call the hearing voices network you know, they all hear voices and volunteer to support each other”

“Yeah”

The man with the hot tub had asked us to park at the end of the street and call him. I was glad to have the other guy with me, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I felt confident and a little annoyed at these little drug addicts wasting my time.

I parked in the car park of a medical centre and walked to the pavement of his street, there was already a pathetic looking shape hustling towards me.

His face was grey and thin with straggly thin hair and a black hoody.

“Here’s the phone” as he handed me over the device.

“He didn’t leave anything else did he?”

His expression had a guilty nervous air as his lip curled “No, I don’t think there was a charger or anything. Your a good friend coming to get this for him”

“He’s a good man” I replied.

“He was well out of order last night you know. He headbutted me and kicked me in the face!”

I laughed out loud and walked back to the car.

A short while after we returned home, the other guy’s erection appeared. Oh finaly I thought.

I sucked hard on it, covering it with my slippery wet spittle. He looked at me, grinning with staring eyes like someone on a rollercoaster, thrilled but terrified. He kissed me, over and over on the lips, exploring my mouth with his tongue as I sat astride him and pulled him inside me. He was large and hard. There was some pain as he entered me but then pleasure as his hands massaged my thighs and ran up to my chest. I grinded against him, gyrating my hips into his abdomen, pushing his face down towards my erection.

My legs wrapped around him I arched my back. He gleefully fucked me, tearing off my remaining clothes. He stood up with my arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his body. He lifted me up and slammed himself inside me. I could feel his girth stretching parts of my body and reaching further into other places. I groaned with pleasure and the delight of having this strong body holding me in the air while penetrating me naked in the daylight. He lay me down on the banquette and pounded me over and over, looking into my eyes while pumping my raging erection. I gripped his buttocks in my hands and pulled him deeper inside, reaching forward to lick the tip of my own cock. His eyes lit up and his efforts renewed. Banging harder and quicker into me. He clasped my legs together in his arms, raising my feet in the air, sweating and pumping as my back rocked on the banquette.

“I want you to spunk all over me” I said.

He delightedly nodded, his eyes wide. My hand was pumping my throbbing cock as he wildly thrust into me. The door opened as semen shot across the length of my body and into my hair, my eye was glued shut with sticky white fluid, it dripped and drooled across my naked chest.

“Your phone is on the kitchen table” I told the catalyst from my supine position, as he shuffled into the room, beaming. The glistening fluids dribbled and pooled.

What time are you getting your train?

“Can I get it from the next station? Would that be OK? I think it’ll be less busy”

“That’s not a bad idea, I don’ think it would make much difference, but you have to reserve a seat”

“Yeah I’ve got a return ticket”

“But its not for a specific time”

I went into the next room to try and reserve him a seat. It wasn’t as straightforward as I had hoped. I had to phone the office and be put through some menus, I eventually got through to a lady with an accent. “Hello, I’d like to reserve a seat on the 12:30 train from stockport to exeter”

“Do you have a ticket?”

“Yes he has a return ticket, you do, don’t you?”

“Yes” nodded the other guy. “Actually no I don’t I was going to get it in the car on the way”

“OK, sorry about” I said to the lady, hanging up. “Let’s get going then.”

“Where’s my phone?” asked the catalyst.

“Oh christ not again”

We started hunting all over the house, time was getting on for us to leave.

“Why don’t I take him to the station, you go to the polish escort’s?” I was looking forward to having the house to myself again so I could tidy up and get on with work.

“I don’t know where my phone is, I don’t think it has any battery left”

“Alright, but he’s going to miss his train”

The catalyst starting rummaging through the other guy’s suitcase.

A familiar tune started playing from a phone in the other guy’s back pocket, it was right in front of me so I reached out and lifted it from his pocket. There was also a passport there. It wasn’t the phone we were looking for. I didn’t suspect him of taking it, but I couldn’t be sure.

The catalyst took me aside. “Don’t you take him to the station on your own. I’ll take him”

“OK but get a move on”

The other guy took his bags and went to the door, I kissed him and told him to take care.

“Actually you had better come with me, we need to make sure he hasn’t got my phone. Have a look through the bags”

We bundled into the car, I sat in the back seat.

“So you need to get a ticket”

“Yes I’ve got one but its only from Birmingham”

I could see him operating his phone, he didn’t buy a ticket to Birmingham, but to Stoke on Trent. “Whatever, as long as he’s gone” I thought to myself. He might have a mental illness but he can look after himself.

There was a slip and click as the other guy’s bank card fell from his fingers.

“Oh shit”

It looked like it had fallen down underneath the passenger seat. I couldn’t see it.

“Let me just pull in here and look for my phone”

“No, you’ll get stuck there, its like a labyrinth, just get to the station and we can look for both”

The other guy and I poked around the car but couldn’t find either the phone or the bank card.

We arrived at the station and hunted through the vehicle, moving the chair backwards and forwards trying to find the little piece of plastic but there was no sign of it. Between the two seats was a little compartment with a lid. There was no way the card could have got in there by accident, without someone lifting up the lid and putting it in. I though there was no point looking there in that case, but then I thought of how the other guy’s brain was working so I opened it. It was there, I gave it him without looking at the name. He was holding it in his hand, I took it back again to check, it was his after all. I walked him over to the station as the catalyst continued rummaging through the car looking for his phone. The other guy casually pulled out a cigarette. There was very little time before the train was coming. I carried his suitcase over to the entrance of the station. He extinguished his cigarette, I kissed him, and almost pushed him into the train station. He was gone. I was keen to get home and put as much distance as possible between us for the time being.

“He really needs some professional help”

Thinking we would only be popping to the station and then returning home I hadn’t brought much with me, there wasn’t the time. Instead of going back home the catalyst continued to Warrington to see the polish escort, I didn’t quite understand why other than to be friendly. I called him, and he said yes he was in but only for about another half hour. We were nearly there at this point so we came in. It was a very stylish flat he was putting together, neat and tidy apart from the decorating equipment in the hallway and the unfinished bathroom. The catalyst kept changing the plans for the day, I wanted to go home and get on with some work. He needed to return to the hotel where the other guy had been staying to retrieve his computer, the other guy had brought back his electro stimulation kit so the staff wouldn’t discover it, but the computer was too large to fit in a bag. We also had to find the missing phone.

“Lets get something to eat, go to this hotel, then go back and see if we can find the phone”

That sounded fine to me, I didn’t realise the hotel was back in St Anne’s, an hour’s drive away.

The way was long and windy, we went through Preston and saw the docks, his driving being sickening at the best of times wasnt agreeing with my reduced state from the last two days.

As we crossed Lancashire my phone was buzzing with messages from lonely, horny men in the areas we passed. I watched my battery decreasing but didn’t switch off the app because the attention was feeding my ego.

The other guy had said that he hadn’t been thrown out of the hotel, but was perturbed by the number of riot vans outside. We pulled up at the peaceful sea front hotel, no signs of police of any kind. A young good looking dark skinned man greeted us, he stared into my eyes with a slight, mischievous grin. I thought he was good looking apart from blemishes on his nose. The way he was looking at me and leading us into another room made me wonder where this would go. The catalyst started firing him questions about the hotel pool and memberships for the gym, how busy it had been, what the guests were like. I figured I should just get him out of there.

The catalyst lives with his valet and the valet’s son, I had a christmas present for him. There was also a kitchen in storage which I wanted to see for measurements. So we drove down the seafront to his house.

We were greeted by the catalyst’s little dog, his valet’s son and another tiny puppy.

I gave the child his christmas present: a watercolour set. We opened the box to find the paints missing. I was furious.

The catalyst went to do some work and have a shower, I would need the valet to help me get to the kitchen behind all the other furniture in the store. We would need a tape measure.

“I don’t need one” declared the valet “I measure everything with my dick!” He was tall, olive skinned and flamboyant.

“Oh really, and exactly how long is it?”

He looked at the ground “I don’t actually know, it changes”

I felt his rump, there was something strange about it. “What on earth are you wearing? Is that padded?”

“Yeah its padded here and here”

I put my hand on his crotch and felt thick fabric through his shorts.

“What for? Are they for sport?”

“No, its just sexy”

“Who thinks its sexy to grab someone’s arse and get a handful of socks? Come we have to get to the storage before it closes”

“Yeah, it closes at 7, its only 3:15” he said pointing to his phone.

“Oh I didn’t realise it was still so early. So where’s this tape measure?”

“I don’t use them, never have”

“Yes that explains a lot about this place, look how big is that book case”

“sixteen centimetres”

“What? It’s clearly not, 16 centimetres is about this much.”

“Sixty! Sixty centimetres”

“Well we can’t check so it doesn’t matter. He needs to learn to measure anyway, its on his school curriculum, I was going to get him to do the measuring, I don’t think we should use your dick for it”

“No, I think its in the shed”

I went upstairs to ask if the catalyst knew where the tape measure was, apparently in a cupboard.

I opened the cupboard and all the plates that were stacked against the door fell out. I carefully propped them back up and closed it again.

“Come on lets play” chirruped the valet’s son, opening his present from the polish escort- a jenga set.

We played a round, then I encouraged him to count in threes as we re-assembled the tower. He couldn’t do it. He was nine years old, and because of the lock down was not going to school. He had only moved to britain from the Czech republic about 18 months previously. We had tried to practice his two times table the last time I saw him, but it just wouldn’t stay in his head.

“Come on, let’s get a tape measure on the way”

We drove round to the little DIY shop round the corner. The lights were out and it was closed, so was everywhere else.

“What’s going on? Oh my god, look at the time, its 5o’clock!”

The valet’s phone was frozen to saying a quarter past three.

“Christ almighty”

“Maybe we can get one from a petrol station”

We tried two or three to no avail.

“God I didn’t realise this place was so far away”

“It’s not that far”

“Maybe its just that I’m getting used to not having to travel anywhere”

We drove through dark country lanes through the undulating peninsula. We sang songs and the valet’s son interjected fart noises instead of most of the words.

We eventually came to a sign saying ‘Ministry of Defence’.

“Here?”

“Yeah why not?”

We turned off the road down a long driveway to a large gate.

“Oh shit I don’t remember the code, I have it in my phone”

The valet scrolled through his messages from the catalyst going back over the last year.

“Oh, no its in my other phone” He reached around looking for the phone. “Where is it?”

“Are you sat on it?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sat on it” He scrolled further. “I can’t find it, I think its 4322”

He opened the door and slithered out like some large spider dressed in strange neon and black. He slipped as he got to the keypad and I marveled at how comic he looked. What must the security guys be thinking, this weirdo coming out of an audi with blacked out windows.

He returned to the car.

“No, that didn’t work.” His son started blurting out random numbers from the back seat.

“I can try Di” I pulled her up on my phone and called, but she didn’t answer. The valet kept trawling through his conversations by text message. I called her again.

“Oh someone’s coming”

Headlights glowed from beyond the gate as a car approached and pulled over to the side. The gates slowly swung open and we drove through

“Wait, will we be able to get back out?”

“Oh thank you, we couldn’t remember code” The valet laughed to the other driver in his european accent.

“Will we be able to get back out again?” I asked from behind him.

“No, who are you?”

“We just coming to storage unit”

“Do you own it?”

I could see how ridiculous this was going to get. Di had messaged me, asking if everything was alright. I saw how low my battery was getting, I should have switched off that app sooner.

“No, is our friends”

“Which one is it?”

“I don’t remember, first one”

“What number is it?”

“I have it on key somewhere”

I explained the situation briefly to Di, she didn’t know the number she replied. She was with her granddaughter. If I held on she might be able to find out.

“Have you got the number of your friend who owns it?”

“Yes!” replied the valet.

“No!” I interjected, “he doesn’t have his phone with him”

“Here is key” announced the valet as he retrieved a small keyring with a purple tag and a key on it.

The guard read the number on the tag and made a phone call.

I watched my phone tell me Di was typing to me the number for the gate as my battery drained completely and shut down.

The valet’s son was reaching through the seats, tickling my ear and making childish toilet jokes.

We were getting suspicious looks from the other car.

“Why are you here?”

“We come for furniture in storage”

We were in the car, not the van.

“We come to measure kitchen in unit”

We hadn’t brought the tape measure

“Its our friend’s unit”

Our friend didn’t have his phone.

“I think we should go home and come back another time.”

We returned to the house, I plugged in my phone and the number for the gate came through my messages as the catalyst called it down to his valet.

Come on, lets have another game of jenga then.

On the way back to my house we stopped for fast food we ate at the dining table. I poured our pepsi’s from paper cups into glasses.

“We’re going to have a nice quiet night?”

“Yes, lets find that phone”

We rooted through the house.

“Retrace your steps, you had it in the kitchen and were about to plug it in to charge”

“Yes, but because of his psychosis he’s probably hidden it somewhere.”

“I don’t think he’s taken it”

“Of all days, I was going to replace it today. What was all that stuff about the dummy?”

“He said someone at the hotel had put a dummy on his pillow”

“I think it was his dummy”

“Seems quite witty to me, he is a bit of a baby. Really strange way to insult someone, I bet that didn’t help his paranoia”

“Where did he put it?”

“It won’ t be there, he never went over there”

“You don’t know how irrational his thought processes are”

“You’re not so rational yourself”

“He could have put it anywhere”

“I’m going to retrace your steps, its going to be in the most probable place”

“I looked down the side of the sofa where everything else went”

“Well I’ll lift up the sofa and you can look underneath”

I slid my fingers under and lifted.

“…”

“Well?” I asked

“here it is”

“Christ’s sake, see? Just take the most logical approach”

“Yes but he isn’t logical”

“I suppose, maybe we found it through you being irrational and me being rational, but god’s sake, you had no evidence to show he would have taken it or hid it until we had looked in the obvious places.”

“I’m going to call him”

“Don’t do that! He might come back! He’s probably in a fucking taxi already on his way here, no he had better be home by now”

“Hello! Did you get back home alright? We found the phone, it was in the most obvious place, sorry for stressing you out like that, I wouldn’t have thought you would have taken it. We just had some take away on the way home. Are you ok?”

He was ok, but had had some kind of cryptic message from someone.

“No I didn’t send you anything, oh I think it must have been those guys in the hot tub”

A new drama was unravelling in the mind of the other guy.

“Tell him to give us the number and we can find out who it is”

Instead the conversation went on back and forth for some time, going nowhere other than to excite the paranoia of the other guy.

“Ok well, we’re cooking some food and its about to burn so better go now!”

“No, don’t tell him a lie” I hissed. I pushed my palms into my eye sockets and ran my hands down my face.

The catalyst was still quite lively, but I wanted to go to sleep. We had brought the dog back with us, the little agent of chaos and got him settled in.

“I didn’t get to see the warden, I said I would, should I invite him round?”

“I’d like to meet him, but I think I’m going to bed, you can do what you like”

I went to bed, but the events of the previous day were buzzing through me. Things for the project started clicking into place and I felt the urgency to get started.

I came back downstairs and got to work.

“Yeah, get him round” I said.

The sight of the two men both with a needle in their hands had a bitter taste in my mouth. The warden had brought Mcat, and the catalyst had all kinds of chemicals in his small red bag.

“I enjoy the anticipation as much as the slam” He said “I get so excited I can’t sit still enough to do it”

“good” I admonished “why don’t you just take that as the thrill and put it away”

“Oh no I can’t do that”

“You enjoy it more because you know I hate it”

“Yes I do”

“Its wrong, the psychological aspect of the needle excites you”

“And that’s why I like it, that’s why you like pain”

“Pain, is sensation”

“But its the associations and the power interaction.”

“I suppose you’re right”

We had never met, but it seemed that everyone knew the warden.

“You know that Londoner, the jew who isn’t circumcised, the nudist who doesn’t take off his clothes?”

“The tall bald guy?”

“Maybe”

“He said he got thrown out of somewhere and humiliated, was that you?”

“Yes!” I laughed.

“He was really pissed off!”

“At himself for being such a twat?”

“No”

“Pity, I said he could come back when he’d learned how to have a conversation. I really laid into him like admonishing a child, he’s at least a foot taller than me and I was stood there fully naked giving him a dressing down”

“Yeah he was really boring”

“offensively dull”

“He just kept going on and on, and I was thinking ‘ Yeah I can see why you got thrown out’”

“Four fucking hours listening to his racist bullshit”

“Yeah he kept starting things with ‘I’m not a racist, but..’”

“I know”

The warden was tall, friendly and bald. He had been using GHB to treat his bi polar disorder. It had made a complete change to his character from being introverted and locked away to extremely outgoing and comfortable with himself. Everyone in Salford knew the warden.

“I cant believe I didn’t bring a lighter”

“I have the gas to refil that one, where is it?” asked the catalyst.

“I have one here, I couldn’t find the other” I said

“What type is it?” the warden’s voice from the doorway.

“Its just a clipper”

“That won’t do”

“You can use the blowtorch” I suggested. My anxiety increasing as I knew it would be ideal, reaching the right temperature quickly with the addition of oxygen eliminating carbon from dirtying the glass, the possibility it would end up burning down the house I tried not to think about.

The crystals melted into a yellowy smear in the glass globe, as it was rocked in expert hands. White tendrils coiled around the inside like a tiny planet, being gently pulled through the transparent tube between lips. I turned down the flame as he inhaled the vapour. He clasped his hand around my head and kissed the chemicals into my system.

“You do have a really fit cock and bod.”

We talked about our favourite saunas, masseurs in white uniforms, asking for a second massage being code for having sex.

I secured the warden’s phone into the clamp stand as he stood in his shorts, the light catching the curve of his penis pushing against the fabric. the catalyst stood groaning behind him, gripping his nipples like thumbscrews. Their breathing getting heavier.

“Wait I need to suck you off a little bit there”. His mouth came down onto me, then up again as he barked at the catalyst “Nipples! Round the base. Oh god yeah.” The air coming in deep gusts from his nose onto my pubis with his mouth full. Kissing along my thigh while my callused naked foot pressed into the catalyst’s soft sensitive flesh.

The two men engaged as a naked gemini at my feet. A mouth crawled across me, planting onto my fading erection.

“Nipples!” he barked again. “They’re more sensitive than my cock I cant express that enough”

“I’m sick of his fucking nipples” the catalyst sighed to me, as he wearily ascended the stairs to bed.

He tightened the velcro restraint around my wrists, a little strap ran over the top of the door trapping me against it.

The wooden panel of the shaker door creaked as he lifted my legs high. Sweat was dripping down his face as he kissed me.

“You’re so fit”

“Use me”

I spat in his face

“Ooh cheeky. I love it when a sub gets cheeky I can punish them more” as he spanked my raised behind.

I squeezed his torso between my thighs, my weight distributed between his body and my wrists holding me up from the strap on top of the door. He lifted my ankles higher and my cock came close to my face but of reach of my mouth.

He pressed a pair of underpants into my mouth.

“I love proper manscent” he uttered while taking mouthfuls of my body.

He turned me round and ran a satin belt across my eyes and my mouth. He didnt pull it tight but it kept in place comfortably.

There was a metal sex toy that had been sitting around the last day or so. It was a large ring with an arm that came out to the side, then turned acutely with two metal spheres on the end. It became a handle which controlled me like a grotesque puppet. The night evaporated in steamy red lights, contortion and pain. The warden’s eyes would light up with each new suggestion I would make to him. Every thing we did was watched enviously by the little dog. we conversed and played until the catalyst came downstairs in the morning. I wanted to give the catalyst some space to work, I also wanted to get to know this new friend better. I suggested walking him home, it wasn’t very far and the dog needed the excercise.

Once we had left the house I realised his conversational capabilities weren’t at their strongest, the night’s activities had left a happy gibbering mess.

The school called. Oh god, what were my own capabilities like? A brief parent teacher chat seemed to go ok. A short while later a funding body called. Every sentence was like driving into full beam headlights, but my voice sounded relaxed, in fact people seemed friendlier than they normally did, maybe I was a gibbering mess all the time?

We walked a route I had wondered about, it was a little adventure, a little secluded.

“I just want to fuck you right here in this alley” the warden growled.

His phone was pinging with orders, it was early in the morning and the good people of Salford needed their artificial pick me ups.

We decided to be sensible in the evening. I had a meeting online and had to hold my head up and move my lips with my fingers in order to talk.

“He’s polish so he must be kinky”

The catalyst was in communication with the restauranteur.

“His boyfriend is so controlling I don’t know why he doesn’t just leave him. We were having lots of fun every time his back was turned.”

“I’m going to get on with these drawings tomorrow.”

“He says he’s free tomorrow, he’s coming round about 9”

“In the morning?”

“Yes”

“Don’t you have to work?” 

“I can do both” meaning he would be working while I had my head over the bannister, hands pulled behind my back in a half nelson while the pale restauranteur pounded me from behind. I would have another model though, I could try projecting a cipher across him and see what his contours were like.

 We ate steaks rare, drank a bottle of wine, laughed about the adventures of the weekend. Without his knowledge, the catalyst’s phone synchronised itself, uploading all his photos to the shared drive folder at the office.