How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) 📗

a quaking mass of nerves.  I told you my story to keep my mind off this.  And to remind myself of why I’m doing it.”

“Okay.  But you ain’t answered my question.”

“You mean, did I do it to that boy?  Force him to have sex with me?”

“C’mon, man.”

“Are you looking for an excuse to back out?”

“Little late for that...” but not too late, added the little voice in my brain.

“True.”  He looked at me, dead on.  “No, I didn’t.  No, I haven’t.  Ever.  I swear.  Double-dog swear, even.”

He was lyin’.  I could tell by how tight in control he was of his voice.  His words.  His actions.  But it was too late; that’s when Shayes popped out the front door.

He was wearin’ his favorite ratty shorts an’ tee-shirt, thick white socks an’ Nikes already on, gym bag in one hand, hanger with fresh clothes in another.

Wayne perked up a little an’ said, “My God, your legs are better than I imagined.  But, honey, drop the shorts.”

What the fuck?  Was he tryin’ to be funny?

“What’re you on about?” I asked.

“They’re ugly,” he snapped back.  “I realize breeders don’t have much clothes sense, but any idiot could see those baggy long khaki things make even the best legs look stunted.  It’s a disgrace to human anatomy.”

Shit, fuckin’ Wayne.  Bitchy like always.  All I could do was laugh an’ shove aside what I’d just learned about him.

Shayes dumped his bag in the trunk an’ set the hanger in its hook in the car, hopped in an’ drove off.  Shit, just like clockwork.  Fucker never even glanced at us.

Wayne followed him, an’ I got to admit -- he was like ice the whole time.  Drove like a guy out for a drive, not like he was tailin’ somebody.  But he kept us right behind Shayes for over a mile, makin’ every turn the guy made, not changin’ lanes even when Shayes did, an’ never losin’ sight of the guy till I made Wayne take a short cut, one I found out so Shayes wouldn’t have reason to notice us followin’ him.  I mean, we knew where he was headin’; better to get there first.

We parked at a meter two blocks down from the gym just a couple minutes before Shayes’ Ford zipped past.  He was goin’ faster than we thought he would, so Wayne had to peel out to follow him, an’ we almost got side-swiped by this truck that came out o’ nowhere.  It honked an’ the guy flipped us off, but Wayne kept his cool.  He just shrugged a “sorry” at him then caught up to Shayes at the next light.

The gym had a parkin’ lot, but nine times out of ten it was packed to the point where people were sittin’ idlin’ in their cars, waitin’ for somebody to pull out, so Shayes usually put his car on this residential area nearby.  That way he didn’t have to feed a meter.  Those streets were lined with trees an’ had lots of bushes an’ not much traffic.  It was perfect.

He drove on down to the street an’ turned, never once lookin’ at us.  Wayne slowed down as we turned after him, so we could pull on some ski masks to hide our faces.

Shayes parked a block down, behind this huge SUV an’ popped his trunk from the inside.  That’s when Wayne slowed down even more to let me out, then he stopped right by Shayes’ car, so close the cop couldn’t open his door or see inside the van.  Then I snuck around to the other side.

Shayes noticed the van an’ honked his horn, irritated.  “Hey, hey, I’m trying to get out!”

He didn’t even notice me till I’d yanked the door open.  The dumb fuck left everything unlocked when he drove!  All Shayes could do was jump an’ say, “Holy shit!” ‘fore I had one of Wayne’s carvin’ knives to his throat an’ was pressin’ him hard against the door.  His eyes got so big an’ wide, I could see white all around as I whispered, “Shh.  Shh -- one word an’ you’re dead.”

He put his hands up an’ whispered, “Okay, man.  Okay.”  Wayne drove the van out of the way, then I forced Shayes out through the driver’s door.

He moved like he was readin’ my thoughts.  “Get out.  Nice an’ slow.  Don’t move too sudden.  I’m followin’ ya so be careful.”  I moved out with him.  He was shakin’ so he stumbled a bit.  I grabbed him with my free hand.  I still cut his neck a little -- by accident -- but that was the only problem.  One back door to the van swung open an’ Wayne yanked him inside.  I jumped in, after them.

That’s when Shayes realized this wasn’t just some plain ol’ muggin’.  He jolted an’ jammed Wayne back against the truck’s seats, but before he could turn on me, I grabbed him by the hair an’ yanked him against me.  Then I put the knife to his throat an’ snarled, “Pull that shit again an’ I’ll slice your fuckin’ head off, motherfucker.”

He froze, mutterin’, “What the fuck?” over an’ over.

I held the knife as Wayne scurried over an’ wrapped the plastic strap ‘round his ankles.  Then he forced this dildo-gag into Shayes’ mouth.  The fucker didn’t want to take it, but I slit the skin by his Adam’s Apple -- deliberately, this time -- an’ he let Wayne put it on him.  Then I rolled him onto his belly an’ Wayne tied his hands together an’ strapped the blindfold ‘round his eyes.  He was bleedin’ a little from the two cuts, but nothin’ serious.

When he was done, I scrambled back an’ grabbed the gym bag from the Ford’s trunk an’ scrambled back into the van.  The second I closed the door, Wayne jumped in the driver’s seat, whipped off his ski