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

in it.  But when Lenny popped up with that little bet and you took him up on it, that’s when I knew how to get you right where I wanted you.”

“I knew he was a cop,” said Lenny as he shifted the cameras.  “He busted a friend of mine, six months ago.  And very legitimately.  My pal answered the door with an erection in his hand.  Young Officer Shayes didn’t bat an eye; he just pulled out his badge and took him downtown.  In his robe.”

Wayne chuckled as his hands kneaded my back.  “He whined about it over drinks a few days later.  Told us everything.  Even the number he called.  It was too beautiful to pass up.”

“You tellin’ me this whole fuckin’ thing was a set-up!?”

“From the moment we left the bar.”

“That’s bullshit.  Lenny was fuckin’ scared shitless when Shayes pulled his badge!”

“He’s an actor, Curt.  I told you, remember?”

“You should see me do “MacBeth” in the park, sometime.”

“I mentioned it just to see if you’d caught on.  Like a typical jerk focused on his dick, you hadn’t.”

“But -- but, Wayne, you didn’t want us to go for it!  An’ -- an’ when you came out to help back Shayes down -- an’ -- an’ after — after...“

I wanted to keep callin’ on his bullshit, but I was finally startin’ to see it wasn’t just bullshit.  How Wayne let Lenny plan things, at first.  How easy he was comin’ in to back me up against Shayes.  How smooth everything’d gone from that point.  An’ the bells goin’ off in my head an’ the voice warnin’ me things wasn’t right, somehow.  Shit, I didn’t want to believe it, but I knew the fucker was layin’ it out for me -- me bein’ on this fuckin’ sawhorse was the whole point of the whole fuckin’ mess.  An’ I felt like such a fuckin’ idiot.

“You played your part ten times better than I expected, Curt,” Wayne said, then he moved back behind me an’ lay on top of me, put his head against my shoulder an’ motioned to Shayes.  “An’ having this man was so mcuh more beautiful than I could ever have imagined.  It was perfect.  Such a pity.”

Now I may be a fuckin’ idiot, but I ain’t so dumb that I couldn’t figure out what Wayne meant.  Shayes saw us.  Saw our faces.  He wasn’t supposed to, but he did.  An’ he saw where he was.  The back yard, anyway.  If we let him go, he might do nothin’.  Especially since we’d videotaped him suckin’ a guy off an’ shootin’ a load while bein’ butt-fucked.  But he might also file a report.  An’ he could I-D us.  I-D me, for sure, since I had a record.  Me, I’d already figured that out, but since I had a better idea of how suspicious an’ full of shit cops are an’ how macho they always have to seem to each other, I was open to takin’ the chance.  We could do the “his word against mine” thins, again.  But Lenny an’ Wayne, they had too much to lose -- their home, their freedom, maybe their reputations, even each other.  An’ that was too chancy for them to ignore.  They’d have to kill him.  I’d thought about them tryin’ to do that an’ how I’d handle it, but I didn’t think they’d be dumb enough to think they could do it to me, too.

Wayne leaned back an’ I heard him pop the top to the Vaseline.  A second later, he was probin’ me with a glob of it.  I couldn’t move enough to squirm; they’d made sure the cuffs were holdin’ me too tight an’ strapped a belt across my waist to hold me to the horse.  That’s when I started losin’ it.  Started flashin’ back to when Paco’d fucked me.  But I knew it wasn’t gonna do me any good to freak, so I pulled a Shayes.

“Wayne, you fuckin’ idiot, this fuckin’ cop ain’t worth the needle.  An’ trust me, man -- if you kill him, they’ll find you.  He’s got your sperm in his gut, man.  Think about it!”

Wayne pulled my butt open an’ probed me with his thumbs.  “But they have to find him, first.  And that’s what the Angeles National Forest is for.  It gives you someplace to bury a body.  Nice and deep!”

An’ he slammed inside me.  An’ I fuckin’ screamed, I have t’ admit it.  He wanted me to.  An’ I tried not to.  But it exploded out of me!  Then he slipped the bandana ‘round my neck an’ began to twist it tight.

“I won’t be so quick, this time,” he muttered as he pumped in an’ out of me an’ slowly twisted the bandana tighter an’ tighter.  An’ I felt Lenny start to play with me, down below.  Play rough.

Motherfuckin’ son-of-a-bitch, I wasn’t fuckin’ gonna die like this!  Not bein’ strangled while I’m bein’ butt-fucked by some fat-assed faggot.  No fuckin’ way!

I made myself stay in control.  Even as the bandana got tighter.  An’ I looked at the handcuffs.  An’ all but laughed.  They were the same cheap-assed things they’d shown me, before, wrapped around a metal dowl between the legs.  I yanked at ‘em.  They didn’t give.  I yanked, again.  No go.

Wayne was pumpin’ harder into me.  An’ it was fuckin’ rippin’ me apart!  I didn’t think his dick was that big!  He kept mutterin’, “Oh, perfect.  Oh, perfect.”  Over an’ over an’ over an’ I wanted to fuckin’ smash his fuckin’ face in just for sayin’ that.  An’ at the same time, Lenny was gettin’ rougher an’ rougher.  It felt like he was tryin’ to tear my dick off.  I kept lettin’ loose with grunts of pain, too, no matter what I did.  It fuckin’ pissed me off, even more.

I was beginnin’ to gasp for air, the bandana was so tight.  I started