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

of a smile.  “We could keep you here for days.  Weeks.  Till the uproar dies down.  An’ I could come an’ go as I pleased.  Go wherever I pleased.”

He went white.  I knew I didn’t have to say another word, but I wanted Wayne an’ Lenny to know it was all right.

“You gonna play nice, now?”

He hesitated...then looked away from me.  An’ stopped tryin’ to keep away from my dick.  An’ when I let my hands trail away from his tits an’ down his stomach, an’ I slipped them under the elastic to his briefs, an’ I ran my fingers over his pubes an’ around his dick, an’ I found the “Y” front to his briefs an’ gripped that an’ ripped ‘em to shreds, he barely flinched.

I stepped back to look him over, again.  An’ still liked what I saw.  His butt was smooth an’ hair fanned over it, but not too much.  An’ yeah, he had a tan line, but a squarish one, like what you get from swimming trunks.  An’ his back was formed good an’ everything fit together just right.  I couldn’t help it, I had to run my hands over him.  Over every square inch of his body.  Just to make sure he was really there.  So I did.

He let me.  Didn’t squirm, too much.  Just let out little whimpers, now an’ then.  It’s crazy.  I’d done this to girls, before.  Shit, Connie loved it.  Slow fingers just barely touchin’ skin, drifitn’ up an’ down an’ around.  It’d drive her nuts.  Drive any girl I was with nuts.  An’ send bolts of lightnin’ up my arms to my brain.  I loved it as much as them, but I’d never -- never even thought about doin’ this to a guy.  But here I was -- doin’ it an’...an’ startin’ to feel drunk from it.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more.  I stepped back an’ pulled off my jeans an’ shirt, removed my socks an’, finally, slipped my briefs down my legs.  I stepped out of them an’ walked around to face Shayes.  He was breathin’ hard.  Not from fear, now.  No.  I could see how his tits were pointed.  An’ his dick was more full.  Not hard.  Not even really gettin’ there, yet.  But startin’.  I could tell.  I stroked it a little.  Just to show him I could.

He wouldn’t look at me.  Refused to, till I pressed myself against him -- lettin’ my hard dick crush against his softer one -- an’ wrapped my arms ‘round him.  Then he glanced at me, sideways.

“We got an understandin’?” I whispered.

He just looked away, again.  Meanin’, “Yes.”

I put one arm around his waist an’ lifted him up, then reached up with the other, worked the plastic straps through the opening in the ring an’ let his arms drop around my neck.  I smiled at him.  He just licked his lips, shiverin’.

I slipped my free hand down his back, brushed it over his butt an’ wound up inside his left thigh, my other arm stayin’ ‘round his torso.  I lifted him up an’ carried him to the bed, like a bride.  I lay him on it, face up, an’ knelt back to look him over.  His wrists were red an’ cut an’ beginnin’ to swell from the plastic strap.  I motioned to Wayne, who handed me a blade.  An’ I slit the strap away.  I guided his hands to the leather straps attached to the head posts’ dowel an’ wrapped ‘em ‘round his wrists.  Then, last but not least, I took off the restraints on his legs.

He lay there, arms bound above his head, legs still spread apart, shiverin’ not from cold but from anticipation.  From fear.  His dick lay to the left, still more limp than not, but now it had a slopin’ form to it that looked, I dunno, right.  He didn’t try to hide himself; he just looked at the ceilin’.

Wayne stepped closer to the bed an’ whispered, “He’s beautiful.  Everything about him is.”

I turned to Wayne an’ said, “Have at it.”

In a nano-second, Wayne was on the bed, naked.  He looked at me, waitin’ for me to give him a sign, so I nodded.  Then he put his dick to Shayes’ mouth.  The guy crushed his lips closed an’ turned away.  Wouldn’t open up.  Not till I squeezed his balls with my hand an’ whispered, “C’mon, buddy, prove you’re worth it.”

The guy gave me a look so full of hate, if it’d been a knife, I’d of been sliced to ribbons.  Then he swallowed an’ slowly let his lips part an’ Wayne slipped inside.  Shoved in deep.  Shayes gagged, but after a moment, he started workin’ on it.  Nothin’ great about this blowjob, from what I could see, but fuckin’ Wayne didn’t care.  Fact is, it only took him a minute to let loose.  Took both him an’ Shayes by surprise.

Shayes choked an’ coughed an’ spit the dick out, gaggin’ from Wayne’s crap.  One last spurt hit him on the chin, then Wayne leaned back, breathin’ deep an’ happy.  All he could say, over an’ over, was, “Oh, shit.  Oh, shit.”

I leaned over an’ whispered into Wayne’s ear, “No teeth marks?”

Wayne shook his head, barely able to croak out, “It was perfect.  Perfect.”  His eyes were tearin’ up.

“An’ quick,” I sneered.

“To start,” Wayne sneered back.

I nodded an’ moved to between Shayes’ legs.  I lifted them up an’ positioned myself to where his ass was restin’ on my thighs an’ my dick was bumpin’ on top his balls.  His legs were propped up on my shoulders.  He didn’t like it -- tried to shift away -- but I grabbed his ass to hold him in place.  He stopped squirmin’.  I took a jar of Vaseline from beside the bed an’ scooped some out on my finger.  An’ I slipped it between the cheeks of his ass