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chuckled, grabbed Shayesā€™ ratty shirt anā€™ ripped it open.  He shredded it in stages, first away from his chest anā€™ then off his shoulders.  Strip by strip.  Takinā€™ his time as Lenny focused the camera in on ā€˜em.  Probably tight on every thread of cotton as it ripped away.  I just stood there anā€™ watched, feelinā€™ fire spread from my crotch through my legs anā€™ my gut anā€™ my chest anā€™ my arms down to my fingers anā€™ up to my throat anā€™ face as Shayesā€™ upper body was made bare, before me.  It was almost like some -- some ritual sacrifice in its feel.  Anā€™ I loved it.

Shayes gulped then fought to keep control of his breathinā€™ as Wayne ran his hands over his pecs.  I nudged Wayne, motioned for him to get behind Shayes.  He did. But slipped his arms ā€˜round the guyā€™s body anā€™ kept playinā€™ with his tits, makinā€™ him squirm.

I looked Shayes over from head to toe.  Yeah, his abs were just like a guyā€™d want -- solid but not stupidly so.  With good pecs toppinā€™ ā€˜em off.  Hair fanninā€™ over tanned skin.  No way was I gonna think of him as anything but a guy, but that didnā€™t bug me, anymore.

Itā€™s funny -- I felt pissed at how perfect he looked.  Anā€™ how easy it was for him.  But at the same time, I felt joy at how perfect he looked.  How real.  Anā€™ all of it was without a second of confusion.  This was how it was gonna be -- maybe how it was supposed to be.  I dunno.  It all felt a bit unreal.  I had to touch the hair on his chest -- play with it -- just to make sure it wasnā€™t some figment of my imagination.  He tried to twist away from my hands.

ā€œNo!  No, this is rape,ā€ he choked out.  ā€œThis is kidnapping.  Of a cop.  Thatā€™s a Federal offense.  Fuckinā€™ federal!  Please -- please, think about what youā€™re doing.ā€

I walked around him, nudginā€™ Wayne out of the way so I could get a clear view.  Wayne stood aside, watchinā€™ me with that spooky look of his, but I didnā€™t care.  I was focused on Shayes.

His ass was full, but not really what youā€™d call a bubble butt.  Anā€™ man, even spread apart, his legs looked good.  Nice form to ā€˜em, even with his shorts droopinā€™ over his hips.  In fact, the way the elastic to his briefs sort of rolled across the top of his ass, showinā€™ a hint of a tan line, it really got my dick to stirinā€™.  I wanted to see his tightie-whities.  So I stepped back anā€™ nodded to Wayne.

ā€œShorts.ā€

Wayne grabbed his baggy shorts anā€™ tore at them.  Shayes cried out as they shredded away in strips anā€™ threads.  First one leg then the other.  The zipper gave way last.  Anā€™ then he was standinā€™ there -- arms strung up above his head; legs spread apart by the restraints; a blindinā€™ pair of white briefs his only cover -- anā€™ I wanted him like Iā€™ve never wanted anything before.

I knew -- didnā€™t really see it but knew -- Lennyā€™d taken a camera off its tripod anā€™ was focused on me.  I snickered anā€™ traced my right hand down Shayesā€™ back, from the edge of his hair to the top of his ass.  He felt cold.  Shivery.  Wet from sweatinā€™.  He felt like electricity.

I unzipped my jeans anā€™ let my dick out.  I was hard, but not so very much so.  Not till I slipped up behind him anā€™ let it push against the white cotton that covered his ass; then it got to poundinā€™.  He jolted anā€™ tried to squirm away, but I wrapped my arms around his waist anā€™ held him close.

Oh, shit.  Holy shit.  I was owninā€™ him.  My heart felt ready to bust, it felt so nice to mold myself against him like that.  Feel him shiverinā€™.  Taste his sweat.   Smell his hair.  Oh, shit, he was all mine.  Anā€™ I was owninā€™ him.

ā€œOh, no,ā€ he said, ā€œplease.  Please.  You canā€™t do this to me.  Iā€™ve never done anything like it.  Never.ā€

I let my dick glide between his legs anā€™ push up against the back of his balls.  He was breathless.  Shiverinā€™ even harder in my arms.  I could feel his heart poundinā€™ next to mine.  I nestled my face into the curve of his right shoulder -- where it meets his neck -- anā€™ I whispered to him, ā€œI can do anything I fuckinā€™ want.ā€

ā€œNo!  No...ā€œ

ā€œNo?ā€  I worked my dick back anā€™ forth between his legs, rubbinā€™ up against the soft white cotton.  Bumpinā€™ its head against his balls.  He clenched his muscles anā€™ tried to avoid me, but he couldnā€™t.  ā€œThatā€™s whatā€™s gonna be inside you, soon.ā€

ā€œMotherfucker -- no!ā€

ā€œIf you fight me, itā€™ll hurt more.  But if youā€™re nice, I can make it easy.  But tell you what -- Iā€™ll let you show us how nice you can be.  Show us youā€™re worth beinā€™ easy with.  Before I fuck you, Iā€™ll let you suck off my buddy.ā€

ā€œIā€™ll fuckinā€™ bite it off!ā€

I reached around, grabbed his tits anā€™ twisted ā€˜em, pulled at ā€˜em till he cried out in pain.

ā€œIā€™m the one in control, here.  Youā€™re gonna suck him off.  Anā€™ make him happy.  Which means, careful with the teeth.  ā€˜Cause if you do bite him, Iā€™ll cut your balls off.ā€

ā€œYouā€™re gonna fuckinā€™ kill me, anyway!  I wonā€™t let a guyā€™s dick in my -- .ā€

I twisted his tits, again, then whispered, ā€œIt ainā€™t just about you, asshole.ā€

ā€œWhat?!ā€

ā€œItā€™s more than just you here.ā€

ā€œWhat -- what dā€™you mean?ā€

I smiled anā€™ nibbled at his ear, anā€™ then I whispered, ā€œI know where you live.ā€

He froze.  Then he looked ā€˜round at me, confused...but not totally.

ā€œYou got a nice family,ā€ I added, with just a hint

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