How To Rape A Straight Guy (17 page)

I started feelin’ sick to my stomach, seein’ it.  I helped these fuckin’ perverts?  Shit, how fuckin’ low had I gone?

Then Wayne piped in, “Don’t take too long, Lenny,” an’ that’s when I felt his hands on my butt.  I looked around...an’, of course, fuckin’ Wayne was a naked as fuckin’ Lenny an’ just as fuckin’ ready to do business.

“Fuckin’ shit, Wayne,” I snarled, “what the fuck’s this all about?!”

“Oh, just fulfilling a fantasy of mine,” he said in this half-tone voice.  “Raping two beautiful men at one time.”

“If you think you’re gonna fuck me, cocksucker -- !”

“Cut it out, Curt,” he sneered back.  “I know your cherry is long since gone.  So why’re you so protective of it?”

Then he whipped his hand across my tail, hard as shit!  I jolted at how much it hurt.  Didn’t know the fat fucker was that strong.  “I’ve sucked your cock enough, you little tease.  I’ve paid for your ass a dozen times.  Now I’m going to get my money’s worth.”

He tore my briefs off me, in shreds.  I flinched at how it felt.  Then I noticed the third camera was catchin’ it all.  In seconds, all that was left was the elastic ‘round my waist.  He snapped at it a couple times, but didn’t really try to get rid of it.  Then he pressed his dick between my ass cheeks.

Oh, yes, baby,” he whispered.  “I’ve wanted you like this from the second I saw you.”

“What the fuck, Wayne -- why’re you pullin’ this shit on me?!  You got what you wanted!”

“No, you got what you wanted.  You wanted to fuck up Officer Shayes -- I could see that from the second he called you a faggot -- and from the looks of things, you did a damned good job on him.  I’d say he’s in shock.”

“‘Cause of the shit you pulled on him while I was out.  How many times you sent a guy into it, before?”

“Curt, please.  I’ve never gone this far, before.  Never had to.  There are plenty of young men in the world willing to do -- oh, just about anything for the right amount of money.  So long as they don’t know they’re being videotaped.  Or exactly how far I intend to -- shall we say, take things.”

“Until they’re primed and ready and then hear in detail what you want to do,” Lenny chimed in, breathless.

“Hurry up, Lenny.  Sleeping beauty’s awake and I want all three cameras to catch every moment of this.”

I looked around to catch Lenny pullin’ out an’ shootin’ on Shayes’ face.  Then he let Shayes’ head drop back to his chest an’ looked at me.  I got real cold when I saw the smile on his face.  He didn’t look so scared...so mousy, anymore; he looked like a cat that just finished off a sparrow.

“Give me a minute,” he whispered, “then we can do this, again.”

“No rush, honey,” said Wayne, still rubbin’ his dick against my ass.  “We got all night.  I popped some Viagra.”  Then he moved around in front of me, sayin’, “You’re the first one I wanted to get like this, no matter what, Curt.  Mainly because of how sure you were that I could be played like some desperate queen seeking cock at any price.  You see, I’d already heard about you from some friends of mine.  Men like myself who told me all about your, ‘Okay, you can suck me off for the right amount’ attitude.”

“I’m the one who recognized you when you came in,” said Lenny as he swallowed some pills.  Probably somethin’ to get him hot an’ horny, again.  I hoped it gave him a fuckin’ heart attack.  “That’s why I bought you a beer so quickly.”

“And add to that the discussion turning to whether or not any man could be made to cum -- well, I just had to prove to you that I knew it was true, even for you.  Especially for you.”

“What you goin’ on about?”

“I have done it, Curt.  That boy in Texas, he wasn’t even the first.  Of course, I usually had to use more artificial means than you; I’m not as well endowed.  But that’s what toys are for.  After all, whatever works, which I tested out on a couple of guys who became too frightened to keep it up during playtime.  Haven’t been disappointed, yet.  But you?  You were a challenge.  You’re too strong to overpower.  And too crafty to fall for the ‘Let me tie you up, just a little’ line.  And I quickly saw I’d never be able to get you drunk enough or access to your beer long enough to slip something 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 seein’ spots in front of my eyes.  My head was poundin’ like it wanted to drop off.  An’ then my dick started to get hard!  It freaked me!  I’d heard about guys who choke themselves to get an erection, but I didn’t know it’d work like this!  I strained harder at the cuffs.

I heard Lenny gigglin’ from underneath me, “Careful, careful, save some for me.”

Wayne was pumpin’ faster, now.  He was probably ‘bout ready to cum -- only good thing about this was, he’s a fast shooter -- an’ that really fuckin’ pissed me off.  Motherfucker.  He was gonna bury both me an’ Shayes in the fuckin’ ground, both of us full of his an’ Lenny’s shit an’ probably lay us there just like we were, earlier!  Shit, that fuckin’ made me blind pissed off!  I wasn’t fuckin’ gonna let him!

An’ then he was firin’ his load inside me.  I could feel it.  I didn’t feel anything like that when Paco did it, an’ it freaked me out so much that when I yanked at the handcuffs, this time, they snapped!  I slammed my elbow back against Wayne’s fuckin’ face, sending him flyin’ off me, an’ the horse toppled over with me still on it, crashin’ onto Lenny!

Damn, that fuckin’ thing was heavy.  It nearly crushed my leg, but it also bent one of the loops holdin’ my ankle straps so I could get one leg free.  I set to getting’ the belt ‘round my waits undone so I could reach the other ankle.

I wasn’t worried about Wayne; he was out, cold.  Lenny’d got free an’ was scramblin’ to his feet.  I was just able to reach him.  I grabbed him by a leg an’ tripped him.  Then I dragged him back to me.  I almost had a good hold of him when he kicked me in the chest an’ I let go.

He bolted to his feet an’ grabbed the knife an’ jumped at me!  He tried to shove it into my back, but I was able to twist around just enough to where it only sliced my side.  An’ then I had hold of him.  Had my arm around his neck.  An’ he was screamin’ an’ fightin’ as I grabbed the hand that held the knife an’ turned it around an’ pushed it into his skinny, hairless chest!  Blood spewed everywhere as he screamed an’ stopped fightin’.  I shoved him off me.

I grunted an’ kicked an’ pulled at the loop where my leg was still cuffed till I snapped it off, then I found the buckle to the belt an’ ripped it open.  The cuffs were still ‘round my wrists an’ ankles, but I was free.  I stumbled back, blood glidin’ from the cut in my side.

Everything was white around me.  Couldn’t see a fuckin’ thing very clear.  All I could hear was Wayne moanin’ an’ Lenny wheezin’ an’ gaspin’ an’ cryin’ an’ sayin’, “Doctor.  Please, doctor.”  He may’ve even gurgled a little.  Guess I cut a lung.

I stumbled around in this...this white fog.  Somehow wound up outside.  An’ it seemed just as dark an’ white, out there.  I found the van, more by touch than anything.  Found Shayes’ pistol an’ found my way back into the shed.  An’ I emptied it into the two fucks.  I heard both of ‘em screamin’. Motherfuckers.  Try an’ fuck with me, you’ll find out what kind of deep shit you got yourself into.

I dunno how long I stumbled ‘round there.  Butt naked.  Crazy as shit.  Mutterin’ over their bodies.  Must’ve been hours.  Probably minutes.  What jumped me out of it was I fell over Shayes.  Landed hard.  Tasted blood in my mouth.  I looked ‘round an’ saw one of my legs was restin’ on him.  He was lyin’ on his side, still tied to the chair.  I scrambled around to him an’ gently untied him.  Took forever, there were so many knots.  Then I picked him up -- don’t know how I found the strength -- an’ lay him back on the bed.  Tended to him like I would my kid.  Brushed back his hair an’ checked his face.  Put my hand over his heart an’ felt relief that it was still beatin’.  Not strong but definitely beatin’.

A fresh wave of hate rushed over me.  Bastards hurt him.  Probably tortured him.  Motherfuckers were gonna kill him an’ he was mine, not theirs!  Motherfuckers!  He was mine!  I stumbled over to their bodies an’ kicked ‘em both.  Over an’ over an’ over till I collapsed on the floor, sobbin’.

I dunno how long I lay there, but it finally struck me that it was dark, outside.  Completely dark.  Which meant it was after nine.  I must’ve been out three or four hours, at least.  But how?  Why?  Unless...there was somethin’ in those beers I drank.  I’d started feelin’ better once they were in me.  Feelin’ -- shit, feelin’ too good about it.  About what I was doin’.  Could that’ve been why?  The tops came off those bottles really easy.  So they’d planned to put me out an’ have Shayes all to themselves.  Shit, what’d they do to him while I wasn’t here?

I looked him over, careful.  Gentle.  There were bruises an’ marks all over.  Cuts around his tits.  Slime all over his face an’ chest.  His hair was matted from it.  He had burns where those wires’d been.  An’ on the inside of his legs.  Jesus Christ, they had fuckin’ tortured him.

I got up an’ kicked both their fuckin’ bodies, again.  Kicked ‘em over an’ over like they could still feel it.  Fuckin’ hurt my foot -- broke a toe, I found out -- an’ crashed back on the bed, beside Shayes.  I lay there for a minute, lookin’ at the foam chunks coverin’ the ceilin’ an’ feelin’ like I wanted to cry.  But I couldn’t; Shayes’ skin was feelin’ cold.