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% Sexual safety matters. Remember guys, this is fiction. In real life, use protection.
FoR SaLE By OwNEr 79 wriTten by T. Chase McPhee
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The two incapacitated, Tony's head was swelled as well as his reaction to beating not only Knapp, but Kyle.
Lying there, back to Tony, breathing rapidly, a hand under him, Kyle felt up the sore place where Tony's elbow had caught him as he tried subduing him, kept him from harming Knapp any further.
Holding his crotch, his hand helping to keep it firmed up, Tony gazed down at the floor.
"Looks like you put me in the right mood boy!" Reaching down, Tony's hands slipped under Kyle, going for his belt. A true sadist, he laughs when Kyle screams out in pain as he unbuckles the belt. He makes simple work out of unbuttoning Kyle's jeans, tearing them from around his waist and peeling them off his ankles, right over his sneakers, one coming off and being lodged in the leg of the jeans. No consequence though as Tony is looking to use a part of Kyle's bod much higher up on the anatomy. "Now," Tony says out loudly, a conversation to himself, "Let's see what prize Tony has for himself!" He reaches down and tucks hands in the sides of Kyle's briefs, peeling them off. "Hot!" he says of Kyle's mounds, lightly covered in blond hair.
Even though it does no good, Kyle tried crawling on the floor towards the front door. "Akkkkkkkkkkkkk!" he calls out in pain when Tony's shoe steps on his lower back.
"And where the hell you think you're going pretty-boy? Gonna deprive Tony here of a nice tight massage?" With such an urge, Tony has already parted his zipper area, grabbing his hard shaft with one hand, the other pinning his briefs below his balls.
Forcing defeat, Kyle is too weak to even struggle. He hasn't cried in a long time, but pain brings out the worst in him, yet his mind is not only on his own predicament.
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"Hey Alex! Look what we found!"
Standing there, Alex and Dennis each had three rolls of fabric. Shaking his head, Alex says, "Frogs, Michael?"
"Yeah... It's called rainforest and look! This piece is only two bucks!"
Scotty smiled.
Not sure if it would be enough for a whole brief, Alex couldn't put a downer in Michael's high, so says, "Okay. Give it here."
And when Dennis-the-sales-dude was checking him out, he told Alex, holding the `frogs' in his hand, "This one's on me!"
While checking Alex out, Dennis found out many things they had in common; Stephen Braddock, both being designers, Dennis admitting he hadn't hit pay dirt yet, but mostly he had also plans to attend the party at Cayman Karlisle's estate out in the Hamptons next weekend.
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It was torture for Kyle, literally and emotionally, when Tony parted his teen ass, a finger tracing the crevice, slipping in.
"Oh what a treat this is gonna be!" Tony remarks, laughing off his comment. As with Knapp, part of his ritual' was throwing psychological fear into his victim. "Got ten inches of hot meat," even though he was only' nine and a half, "I'm going to shove into you boy, right up til' my balls are bouncing offa ya!" Laughter followed.
`Where are they?' Kyle thought to himself, a last ditch effort of maybe being saved from anyone but Alex hovering about his ass.
Tony sinks to his knees, his cock just touching Kyle's ass as the door busts open, wood flying around, one hinge dislodged.
"Hold it right there!"
Kyle tried forcing a smile through the pain as he looked up, saw Raul Quintana passing between two police officers, heading directly towards him, then he passed out.
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They arrived at Zarin's by mass transit, but upon returning Ellis was waiting outside for them.
Laughter filled the back of the limo, Michael on pins and needles, telling of how Alex was going to make him cock-sock-briefs with a frog pattern. And mighty proud of his thrifty shopping, enunciating the price of two dollars!
Sitting back, Alex took his cellphone out of his pocket to check for messages. There he found one from a most familiar number. "What?" he at first couldn't get. Then replaying the message he yells out, "Oh my God! Oh my God!"
Of course they all wanted to know what Alex pertained to.
"Kyle's in trouble! We've got to get to him!"
Breaking all the rules, every speed limit, treating red lights as non-existent, it was Ellis' lucky day, whizzing uptown, to the upper eastside without a glitch. However, the street he intended on entering was blocked off.
"This is close enough for me!" Alex called out, making his exit and jogging at full speed up the street containing the townhouse.
The others followed suit, evacuating the limo, except Ellis.
"What do you think happened Alex?" Scotty asks.
"I don't know," Alex replies, standing there and surveying the situation, small crowds of people, neighbors, yellow tape cordoning off the townhouse, two ambulances and three police cruisers, lights all flashing. "But I'm about to find out!" He spots Raul Quintana and former neighbor, Swifty Sinkler, speaking to each other. Making a beeline for Raul, he sideswipes two cops, almost knocking one on his ass. Of course he got `read his rights', told to stop. Whereas Alex could have been arrested for assaulting a police officer, Raul squared it with the cop. To Alex it was nothing. Most important on his mind was, "Where's Kyle?"
Only Alex was allowed to venture past the outer circle of ambulances and patrol cars. When he saw Kyle on a gurney, Raul had to hold him back, one arm over Alex's shoulder, the other in between his arm and bod, hugging him in restraint. "They're working on him Alex. Trust me, he's in good hands.
Alex was filled with questions, but then he saw Knapp also inside another ambulance.
"They're getting ready to take them in. Want a ride?"
"What happened?" was all Alex said. He was too emotionally disturbed to think much, except the empathy he felt, Kyle's hurt was his hurt, bound up in the deep love he had for him. Even though mortality hadn't entered into the picture, as Raul filled Alex in on what he knew, it was Swifty who was there to calm him, "Don't worry, my boy," he gave Alex a warm hug, his arm caressing Alex's shoulder blades, "believe me, a coupla broken ribs ain't nothing."
"Oh, so you've had some?" Alex turned to Swifty for assurance.
"Well, no, but Geoff... he's had a couple in his lifetime and believe me, it's nothing to go worrying about!"
"There," Raul replies as his unmarked car slides through traffic, colored lights as warnings, "doesn't that make you feel better?"
"Much so," Swifty replies.
"Not you, you idiot!"
Not a time for joviality, all Alex could think of is, "I'll be happy to see Kyle his old self. That's what'll make me fuckin' feel better!"
So, the two kibitzers put away their own thoughts, leaving the atmosphere quiet for now.
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"What're we gonna do boss?" Luigi asks as he sits at the kitchen table of the Blair household, right next door to where all the police buzz was happening. "Tony's sure to sing to the cops."
"Give me a minute."
Meanwhile, in Jordan's bedroom, Adam, who had a nice time with Luigi, really hoped for more than a one-night-stand. However, being eighteen, inexperienced, Adam hadn't the expertise to distinguish between a man's sexual feelings for wanting something 'right-now' verses something long and lasting. To his big brother, he faced him with the question, "Jordan, we've got to do something." He caught the basketball Jordan tossed in the air.
His hands out to catch it, Jordan replies, "Hey!"
"Are you listening to me bro? Right now there are a couple of thugs downstairs in `our' kitchen planning on skipping out of the country."
"How do you know? Have you been listening?"
"No," Adam confided in his twenty-four year old brother, "but it's what I got from Luigi..."
"When?"
Cocking his head to the side, Adam knew he would have to level with Jordan, carve some detail out of his bed-encounter with Luigi. Treading carefully he arranged his words, "Like when Luigi and me were in bed, he kind of `talked a lot'."
"Oh I bet he did!" Jordan replies, not taking Adam with a bit of sincerity. "I bet he really sang a happy tune with you plugging his ass, huh bro?"
"Can't you be serious for once, Jordan? These guys are dangerous you know?"
But what Jordan knew of David, partying from last night, he puts it to his brother, "All David wants to do is have a good time."
"For now, but what happens when the party is over? Do you think Tony's gonna take the rap for all of this on his own shoulders?"
Taking his hands out from behind his head, hoisting his bod up off his bed, Jordan sits on the edge. "Believe me bro, David's not like anything you think he is. And to prove it, I'll go downstairs and have a nice long talk with him myself over all this."
Adam stood in his way, his back to the door.
"C'mon Ad. Really. We've got nothing to worry about."
Of course, when David took Jordan out last night gay-bar-hopping, he paid for all the drinks, said all the proper things, plus even footed the bill at a few of the bars, taking some guys to the jon and plugging their asses. For David and Jordan, last night was a fulfilling night between friends.
But Adam felt differently, "Can you for once think from your brain and not your cock, bro?"
"Trust me," Jordan gave assurance, "we've got nothing to worry about."
His head against the door, Adam was about to report differently, hearing through the wood, "They're coming up the stairs! I heard David! They've got guns!"
Changing his tune quickly, Jordan exclaims, "Guns?" it registers. "Oh shit!"
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"I can't believe it!"
"What?" Raul asks Swifty.
"We beat the ambulance to the hospital!"
Only by a few seconds, Alex was ready to climb over Swifty's lap to get out the door. "C'mon. Let's go!"
And it's exactly what happened, Alex pushing Swifty out of Raul's car and after exiting, heading straight for the emergency room entrance.
Swifty says to Raul after seeing two guards give Alex a hassle, "Well Raul. What are you gonna do? Get out there and flash your badge or something?"
After huffing, Raul parked his car right there within the yellow lines. Just as one of the guards, after pulling an irate Alex's arms behind his back, the other ready to cuff him, Raul made things perfectly alright.
"I knew you could do it!" Swifty gave Raul a pat on the back along with the accolades.
"Alex," Raul addresses, "I know you're upset, but you've got to take it easy okay?"
"I'll take it easy when I know Kyle is in the clear!"
Giving Raul a little shove, Swifty tells him, "Well? Go after him before he gets into more trouble!"
And seconds later they hear Alex, very vocally shouting, "What's wrong with him? Why does he have that mask over his face?"
Stepping in front of Alex, Raul shields the emergency staff. "Now Alex, it is in your best interest, as well as Kyle's, to allow the doctors and nurses to perform their duties. There will be plenty of time to ask questions later." And then looking into Alex's face, watching him the trauma center crew roll Kyle away, he slips his arms in between Alex's arms and bod. With the doors shut and Kyle whisked out of his sight, Alex gives in to the offered hug.
Standing before the two, Swifty asks, "Hey, need an extra shoulder to cry on?"
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Copyright 2009 T. Chase McPhee
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