WARNING: This fanfiction contains "spoilers" up to episode 4, season 1 of The OA and some man on man erotica so if you're not down with any of those things, don't read any further.
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The OA: Hap has Homer 1
Homer laid on his prison bed, pretending to be unconscious. It's odd to do so but it's also odd to have plexiglass prisons & a running stream in the basement so it wasn't too much of a stretch for Homer. It was about survival now and figuring out how to escape. Homer had been a prisoner in Hap's basement along with the others for years. He forgot how long, just like he forgot what the sun felt like, what it was like to run free, what it was like to talk to strangers, what real food tasted like, and what it was like to be alone. If his other prisoners weren't awake and watching him, there was always the chance that Hap was over the cameras. Privacy was a long forgotten luxury. So was freedom.
The door clicked open & Homer could hear Hap's footsteps close in on him. Homer really hoped that he was able to act like deadweight. If Hap happened to pinch him or tickle him, any reaction could give him up. Homer felt Hap's strong arms reach under his body, wrap his arms around his chest & lift him with just a slight grunt. He had to let his body go and surrender to his captor which was difficult to accept but he let Hap manipulate his body. And Homer was a little surprised by how easily he surrendered to his man. It felt...good. He didn't trust Hap but he liked the human touch. He didn't realize that it had been missing from his life and how valuable it was. So he sank into it and let Hap handle him.
Homer's feet dragged behind him as Hap maneuvered Homer through the remaining gas into the wheelchair. Hap released his grip & let Homer's butt relax into the seat. With the pressure off his arms, Hap let Homer's chest go but slowly drew his hands away & Homer felt Hap give his pecs a quick squeeze before stepping away.
'Did I just get felt up?' Homer wondered. Homer saw a slight shadow through his closed eyelids & knew Homer was standing over in front of him. It was harder for him to keep his eyes closed. Surely Hap wasn't gassing them just to molest them. Homer then felt Hap's hand in between his legs. 'What the fuck?' he thought as he actively relaxed when his every impulse was to jump back. Hap cupped Homer's junk and lightly pushed him back into the chair. Even more shocking to Homer was the fact that his dick chubbed a bit at the touch. It shouldn't have been much of a shock. He hasn't known intimate human contact in years so even the touch of his captor produced arousal and a sense of longing for more.
"Scoot back a little and relax," Hap muttered into Homer's ear though his gas mask as he walked behind Homer to push the wheelchair. His voice was commanding. Very commanding. And just like that, Homer subtlety pushed against the foot pedals and scoot back a bit.
'What just happened?' Homer thought suddenly, managing to somehow maintain his passive state. He didn't choose to scoot back, his body just did it for him. And now, he actually felt relaxed. It was like that time he & his friends went to that magic show & the hypnotist made him raise his hands as though they had balloons under them. 'How the hell did I get hypnotized?' Homer thought & then it dawned on him. 'Not hypnotized, but drugged by the gas.' Despite his friends' efforts to suck up most of the gas, he must have still inhaled enough of it to make him subconsciously follow directions but not enough to knock him out.
While Homer being wheeled out by Hap, he realized this changed things. He would have to listen carefully to Hap's every command & not react but he would have to obey. Maybe the gas would wear off so Homer couldn't just rely on his subconscious if he wanted to pull this off. He was going to have to become Hap's willing meat puppet.
Homer felt himself being pushed out of his prison. He had the desire to get up and run but not the physical ability. He knew that he had been taken unconscious out of his prison before and recently but this was the first time in a long time that he was out and awake, if only in mind but not so much in body. He tried to open his eyes slightly to try to look around him but Hap's command to relax had a powerful effect on him and prevented him from making any decisions about his movements or actions. He could see the light changing behind his eyelids. The sound of his prison faded significantly and the temperature became warmer. The wheelchair stopped. "Open your eyes and stand up," Hap ordered. Just like before, Homer obeyed without a choice.
He stepped onto the hardwood floors with his bare feet. Even having something different under his feet was a unique sensation that he appreciated. He could see a room that looked like a doctor's office but a cheap one. The walls were wooden and there was a brown massage table in the middle of the room. The lighting was warm and the lack of fluorescent bulbs was very welcome. There wasn't any windows. Homer was hoping to catch a glimpse of outside but figured they were too far under ground. Hap was standing near an erect folding table against the wall which had your typical doctor's tools; stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer, various bottles of liquids, a recorder, notepad, and a computer. There was also a gas tank and attached breathing mask next to it. Honestly, Homer was expecting worse. This was actually pleasant looking.
"Take off your shirt, pants, and boxers and leave them on the chair." Hap commanded and Homer obeyed without hesitation in his actions but his mind was questioning what was going to happen next. He stood there naked in front of Hap a number of seconds and could feel Hap's eyes on him but he couldn't look Hap in the face. Hap reached over and grabbed the recorder and clicked it on. "January 9, 2013, subject Homer's annual physical. Subject appears to be in excellent health. Subject has been regularly observed performing push-ups and sit-ups as well as jumping jacks in his cell and has maintained and even acquired muscle mass."
'I get drugged a lot more often than once a year,' Homer thought. 'If this is just an annual physical, it must not be typical.' Homer was disappointed because he wasn't going to be able to let the others know what happens regularly. 'Maybe this isn't too far from what regularly happens. Maybe he just quizzes us or takes readings or some shit like that.' Homer wanted to turn his head to look around the room and see if he could pick up more clues but he couldn't and any noticable eye movement may give him away.
Hap picked up the stethescope and walked over to him. The metal potion of the stethescope was cold against his chest and Hap listened to his heartbeat for a while, every now and then telling hin to take a deep breath. He read vitals into the recorder and moved the stethescope across Homer's chest. Homer saw Hap cock his head to the side and click the recorder off. He pocketed the recorder and pushed up on Homer's right pec and then his left. They bounced slightly back into place when he left go. In a low but commanding voice, he said, "Tighten your chest muscles." Homer's arms pushed to his side and pushed his chest out, firming up his pecs. Hap tried to push each one up but they remained in place. Then Hap made two fists and pounded on the pecs. Homer didn't move but was oddly proud. He had been working hard on his body because there really wasn't anything else to do in his prison. "You do a good job keeping yourself fit." Then, in a lighter tone but still commanding, Hap ordered, "Why don't you drop and give me 30?"
Homer didn't know what the hell was going on but he knew he could do a push up. And 30 was nothing to him. He complied. The hardwood was smooth but not too cold. He felt awkward doing push ups naked and even more so when his dangling dick touched the floor 30 times. After 30, Hap commanded, "Stay in a plank position," and he froze in a plank position and his body started to tremble. This was a bit much, even for him. "Stand up," Hap commanded and Homer was relieved when his body complied. He was sweaty now and the cold stethescope felt like a relief. Hap got the recorder back out, read some more vitals in, and put it away again as he walked to the back of Homer. Homer felt a drop of sweat fall from his hair, onto his back, and down his back to his butt crack. Hap must have seen it too because he traced the line of sweat with his finger, ending with his finger in between Hap's cheeks. Homer's body tingled. He couldn't discern if it was from nervousness, the gas, or attraction. "You keep this fit too," he said as he slapped Homer's ass.
He walked around Homer again and stood in front of him and a little too close. This would be very uncomfortable if Homer was in control but Hap observing him like a specimen, not a human. Homer keep looking forward but could feel Hap's eyes on him. Suddenly, he felt Hap's warm hand grab his sagging balls. They tried to recede but Hap gripped them, not painfully but tight enough to keep them low. It wasn't painful but again, Homer had to wonder what was Hap's game here. "Turn and cough," Hap spoke in a low tone, his face inches from Homer's cheek. Homer turned away from him and coughed as though it was instinctive and all of this was normal. Hap maintained his grip for what felt like a few seconds too many and then released.
'Okay,' Homer thought, 'So this is just like a high school physical. The fact that he is my captor and has complete control of my body is making it super-creepy but it's just a physical.'
"Subject shows no signs of hernia or other physical ailments although his response to touch appears to have more...pronounced physical reaction." Hap spoke into the recorder as Homer became conscious of the fact that he was growing more erect. "Walk over to the massage table," he commanded and Homer obeyed. "Stop, lean over the table slightly, and place the palms of your hands on the table." Homer obeyed. The table was leather and felt warm to the touch. Homer was getting more nervous as he couldn't tell what was going to happen next.
There was a full length mirror on the wall that he was facing and he could see himself but it was like he was dreaming. He could see him naked body but couldn't move to make sure that it was him. He looked fit. He had more definition and muscle. His shoulders, biceps, and triceps were impressive and his pecs definetly stood out. He supposed this was what prison did to a lot of guys. It gave them nothing to do but workout. And Homer didn't have the luxury of getting Cheetos from commisory to add to his weight so he slimmed down a bit with a solid diet of those fucking disgusting pellets. He thought that he would be bulkier if he had a proper yard gym like most prisoners do but then again, he would also face the possibility of getting jumped or attacked by other prisoners or raped. That wasn't a worry...until now.
"Spread your legs," Hap commanded. Homer could see Hap sitting on a rolling stool behind him at the folding table. Hap wasn't looking at Homer so Homer was able to watch him more intensely. Hap looked like he was going about business as usual. Homer watched him put a rubber glove on one hand and squirt some lubricant his fingers. Homer looked forward, unwilling to watch what was about to happen but his breathing became a little more rapid. Hap must have noticed as he again commanded "Relax" and just like that, Homer calmed down.
The chair's wheels creaked as Hap wheeled over to directly behind Homer. Homer felt Hap's hand push aside his right cheek and one gloved finger push it's way into his anus. His dick jumped. The finger withdrew for a second and Homer was relieved...and somewhat disappointed. It felt odd but good, deep down. Suddenly two fingers replaced it and his hole was stretched open. The fingers moved around in there and his dick continued to pulse. Hap let go of his butt cheek and Homer felt a hand wrap around his now solid 7" cock. Hap squeezed it a little as if to test its firmness. And then let go. He also withdrew his fingers from Homer's ass and Homer felt a little emptier and more alone. His ass felt opened up and exposed and he was surprised by how bad it felt to not be penetrated by Hap's thick fingers.
The screech of the wheels filled the room as Hap wheeled back to the table. Homer looked up and saw him grab the bottle of lubricant and walk back to him. Homer looked foward and heard Hap squeeze out some more lube. A slick hand returned to Homer's hard cock and began to stroke him as Homer continued to lean on the table. It was too intense and too wonderful for Homer to step out of the moment and remind himself that this was his captor and his captor was violating him, controlling his every move and taking advantage of him. Right now, it was just pleasure.
Hap stepped closer to Homer's side and kept stroking him. Homer could see how much taller he was than Homer in the mirror. He was dominant; in size, in power, in the fact that Homer was naked and exposed, in that Homer couldn't move his body, in that Hap was seemed to be removed from the experience, was clothed, and was using Homer's body as an experiment. Hap then slid his two fingers back into Homer's ass and his breathing became rapid again. Homer's muscles tightened up and Hap increased his stroking rate and steadily finger fucked Homer. Homer closed his eyes and saw stars as he orgasmed. He shot his cum in streams onto his cheek, his chest, over and onto the massage table and he moaned loudly. He shuddered as Hap continued stroke him and fuck him with an unrelenting rhythm. Suddenly, Homer reached down to grab Hap's wrist to get him to stop.
And Hap stopped. "What the fuck," Hap muttered as he quickly let Homer go, painfully yanking his fingers out of Homer's ass and stepping away quickly. Hap collapsed onto the massage table. His sweaty chest slid slightly on the table as he fell onto his considerable load which seemed to cover the table. His knees felt weak and he let them bend. He would have slid off the table right then but he felt Hap hold his head down on the table. His instinct was to push back against him but he didn't have the energy or the time as Hap quickly put the mask over Hap's mouth and the world faded away.
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