How To Rape A Straight Guy Sullivan, Michel (best e reader for epub TXT) 📖

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

Shayes gulped then fought to keep control of his breathin’ as Wayne ran his hands over his pecs.  I nudged Wayne, motioned for him to get behind Shayes.  He did. But slipped his arms ‘round the guy’s body an’ kept playin’ with his tits, makin’ him squirm.

I looked Shayes over from head to toe.  Yeah, his abs were just like a guy’d want -- solid but not stupidly so.  With good pecs toppin’ ‘em off.  Hair fannin’ over tanned skin.  No way was I gonna think of him as anything but a guy, but that didn’t bug me, anymore.

It’s funny -- I felt pissed at how perfect he looked.  An’ how easy it was for him.  But at the same time, I felt joy at how perfect he looked.  How real.  An’ 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 wasn’t some figment of my imagination.  He tried to twist away from my hands.

“No!  No, this is rape,” he choked out.  “This is kidnapping.  Of a cop.  That’s a Federal offense.  Fuckin’ federal!  Please -- please, think about what you’re doing.”

I walked around him, nudgin’ Wayne out of the way so I could get a clear view.  Wayne stood aside, watchin’ me with that spooky look of his, but I didn’t care.  I was focused on Shayes.

His ass was full, but not really what you’d call a bubble butt.  An’ man, even spread apart, his legs looked good.  Nice form to ‘em, even with his shorts droopin’ over his hips.  In fact, the way the elastic to his briefs sort of rolled across the top of his ass, showin’ a hint of a tan line, it really got my dick to stirin’.  I wanted to see his tightie-whities.  So I stepped back an’ nodded to Wayne.

“Shorts.”

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

I knew -- didn’t really see it but knew -- Lenny’d taken a camera off its tripod an’ was focused on me.  I snickered an’ traced my right hand down Shayes’ back, from the edge of his hair to the top of his ass.  He felt cold.  Shivery.  Wet from sweatin’.  He felt like electricity.

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

Oh, shit.  Holy shit.  I was ownin’ him.  My heart felt ready to bust, it felt so nice to mold myself against him like that.  Feel him shiverin’.  Taste his sweat.   Smell his hair.  Oh, shit, he was all mine.  An’ I was ownin’ him.

“Oh, no,” he said, “please.  Please.  You can’t do this to me.  I’ve never done anything like it.  Never.”

I let my dick glide between his legs an’ push up against the back of his balls.  He was breathless.  Shiverin’ even harder in my arms.  I could feel his heart poundin’ next to mine.  I nestled my face into the curve of his right shoulder -- where it meets his neck -- an’ I whispered to him, “I can do anything I fuckin’ want.”

“No!  No...“

“No?”  I worked my dick back an’ forth between his legs, rubbin’ up against the soft white cotton.  Bumpin’ its head against his balls.  He clenched his muscles an’ tried to avoid me, but he couldn’t.  “That’s what’s gonna be inside you, soon.”

“Motherfucker -- no!”

“If you fight me, it’ll hurt more.  But if you’re nice, I can make it easy.  But tell you what -- I’ll let you show us how nice you can be.  Show us you’re worth bein’ easy with.  Before I fuck you, I’ll let you suck off my buddy.”

“I’ll fuckin’ bite it off!”

I reached around, grabbed his tits an’ twisted ‘em, pulled at ‘em till he cried out in pain.

“I’m the one in control, here.  You’re gonna suck him off.  An’ make him happy.  Which means, careful with the teeth.  ‘Cause if you do bite him, I’ll cut your balls off.”

“You’re gonna fuckin’ kill me, anyway!  I won’t let a guy’s dick in my -- .”

I twisted his tits, again, then whispered, “It ain’t just about you, asshole.”

“What?!”

“It’s more than just you here.”

“What -- what d’you mean?”

I smiled an’ nibbled at his ear, an’ then I whispered, “I know where you live.”

He froze.  Then he looked ‘round at me, confused...but not totally.

“You got a nice family,” I added, with just a hint