How To Rape A Straight Guy by Sullivan, Michel (phonics reader .TXT) š
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He drove fast but careful, not exactly like a typical L-A driver. I mean, they are the freaks, out here. We turned back onto Van Nuys anā hit down to the one-oh-one. The plan was to head for the Cahuenga Pass then to go down Highland to Sunset anā back to the condo. Just a van on the road in the middle of the afternoon, nothinā special about it.
āRather like William Bonin,ā Wayneād said me when he plotted it out. I had zero idea of who he was, so he told me, āA local man who did something similar about twenty-five years ago, albeit with teenaged boys instead of men.ā
My only response was, āGross.ā Wayne had nodded in agreement. But I noticed he knew all about the guy.
Anyway, I stayed in the back to watch Shayes to make sure he didnāt try anything. Anā seeinā him lie there -- face down, his legs tied at the ankles with a strap, his hands strapped behind him at the wrist, his eyes anā mouth invisible behind the gag anā blindfold -- it made me feel...I dunno, easy. Strong. I mean, I could do anything I wanted to this guy, right now, anā here I was just sittinā here watchinā him. Noticinā how his shorts had rode up to reveal his briefs on one side. Anā how one arm of his tee shirt had gotten almost torn off -- when, I donāt remember. Anā how the hair on his legs lay flat against his skin, like mine.
I saw how heād taken off his weddinā ring -- so he could hit on the pump-bunnies at the gym, I guess -- anā how his fingernails looked neat anā clean but not too perfect. Anā how his feet werenāt all that big but his calves were. As I sat there, I dug through his gym bag anā found his wallet. Rifled through it anā saw he was thirty-one, weighed 185, had brown hair anā blue eyes, anā was an Aries. I looked at pictures of his wife anā kids, all perfectly posed, anā counted out eighty bucks in cash that went straight into my pocket. On top of it all, he had two credit cards anā full insurance coverage. A real stand-up guy in the ārealā community.
His bag held socks, briefs, tee shirt, towel -- all āSpringtime freshā -- soap, deodorant, sandals, workout gloves, sweat rag, pack of DoubleMint gum. Anā his pistol, buried at the bottom. His badge was there, too, gold anā shiny anā big. I smiled, knowinā full well heād never get these back. Then I just sat there, watchinā him. Anā feelinā how soft that fuckinā towel was.
Itās weird -- but that towel hurt me. Gave me a pain deep inside. I dunno why, but I held it close. Smelled it. Let it go smooth over my skin. Lay it gentle āround my neck. Iād never felt a towel like that, before. Even Connie, who knows her materials anā how to wash āem, not even she ever had a towel like this. So rich anā beautiful. But he had it. That motherfucker had it. Fuckinā shit, he had it. Anā I couldnāt stop caressinā it. Anā whatās funny is, even though I had it, I couldnāt say it was mine. It was too alien to me. So all I could do was keep touchinā it as I watched Shayes.
It took him a few minutes to calm down, he was breathinā so hard anā shiverinā so much. But then I could almost see the gears start workinā in his head, tryinā to figure out what the deal was. Why weād grabbed him. Where we were goinā. Anything he could make out in spite of the blindfold. He started to mutter stuff -- things like, āHey...hey...is somebody there?ā anā āWhatās going on?ā His voice was muffled anā garbled anā hard to understand, but I could pretty much make out what he was sayinā.
Fuckinā movies -- they make you think puttinā a gag on somebody shuts āem up, but it donāt. They can still yell anā chatter anā make plenty of noise. I always had to laugh when some ābad guyā would put his hand over the āheroineāsā mouth to keep her quiet. I tried that once with Connie anā she only screamed louder anā nastier, anā nearly bit a finger off.
So here was Shayes, his little cop brain goinā ninety to nothinā, tryinā to talk to somebody, tryinā to figure out what he can do to get back in control, but he was gone, lemme tell ya. Didnāt know it yet, but he was mine. Anā I was startinā to enjoy just sittinā there, holdinā that towel anā quietly watchinā him squirm.
After a couple minutes, he scrunched together anā started tryinā to sit up. The van was jerkinā anā rollinā a little anā it screwed him up a little, but he finally got to where he was leaninā against its side. Then he sort of tried to look around under the blindfold. I knew I was out of his line of sight, if he had any, but I was close enough in case he tried somethinā.
His legs were bent, anā it struck me how good of a shape they did have. Nice form. Muscled. Not too built up like mine were gettinā to be. Not too short or too long. Good clean skin. Nothinā sharp or harsh to āem. A real guyās legs. Perfect legs for this perfect towel. Anā why the fuck was I noticinā that? Why the fuck was I even thinkinā that? Shit.
I made myself put down the towel anā then I rubbed my eyes. I kept my focus on Shayes as he worked at the straps āround his wrists. I shook my head. Fuckinā copād used the same fuckinā things
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