A gay story: Club Exit Ch. 05 Devasted by the loss of Kyle, Dylan sobbed in silence. He couldn’t help but think that it was his fault as images of Kyle’s charred, twisted car flashed through his mind. There was plenty of rubber necking as the wreckage was dragged uphill onto the roadside. Everyone likes to stare at a mangled car grateful it wasn’t them. Metal scraping as the remains were pulled across the pavement in a one-sided game of tug-of-war had taken on the sound of static snow within Dylan’s head. It felt as if the TV had been left on past the broadcast schedule. Dylan wiped his cheek dry as Detective Dermott drove in silence. If it wasn’t for their fight Kyle would still be here. Despite all the great things about Kyle when the news report aired that night, he would be described as nothing more than a tragic addition to the statistic of drunk driving. The thought of this made Dylan’s stomach turn.
Detective Dermott cleared his throat preparing to speak up, there was something he needed to tell Dylan, but flashing red and blue lights caught Dylan’s attention before he could say a word. Dylan looked up and gasped turning to look at Detective Dermott. “What is going on? Why are there police cars at my house?” Detective Dermott was quiet, he knew exactly why. “John, why?” Dylan begged with strain in his voice.
Parking alongside the curb two houses down, Detective Dermott finally answered, “Dylan, stay here. I’ll go find out what’s going on.” He exited the car and poked his head back in. “And stay in the car this time. I mean it.” Detective Dermott approached a group of police officers standing on the curb in front of Dylan’s home. “What’s going on here, Hernandez?”
“Well, there was a break in. The neighbor called. We cleared everything.” Officer Hernandez explained.
Detective Dermott raised one eyebrow, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, everything’s good to go. We’re just waiting for the word to wrap it up.”
Detective Dermott glanced past Hernandez towards Dylan who sat in the car staring straight back at him trying to zero in on some clue, reading lips as if he was an expert.
“What is Marcus trying to do?” Detective Dermott thought as he excused himself. Returning to his car Detective Dermott opened the passenger door, “Hey, we’re going to grab clothes and some of your stuff. You’re not staying here. Come on, I’ll help you.”
The detective’s words hit a wall falling flat on their back as Dylan followed him to the front door of his house without responding. Along the way Dylan saw his neighbor Catherine speaking to some other officers. He overheard that Nate had gone missing as well. Catherine was answering questions and giving a description of her husband offering up a picture of him from her phone. As Dylan continued walking Catherine’s words joined the jumble of everyone else’s. Turning his focus back to the detective as he followed him into the house Dylan tried not to panic, but all of this was beginning to overwhelm him. Dylan felt like he was living out an episode of a crime series on TV, it felt different being the star of the show.
As Dylan packed clothes into his luggage, he quietly listened to the detective talking in another room, “Thank God for thin walls”. Not only was Nate missing, but Tim was also gone too. Tim was home working when it happened. Dylan listened in; years of gossiping had made him an expert when it came to focusing on a conversation nearby. Nate reported seeing a group of men enter the house and called for help. When the police arrived neither of them were anywhere to be seen. Considering this was not just a simple breaking and entering but abduction, things were being treated much more seriously.
Both Tim and Nate were listed as missing with a search effort being established. Little did any of them know, both Tim and Nate were now hidden deep inside Club Exit. They weren’t going to be found any time soon. Dylan was startled from his eavesdropping when Detective Dermott put his hand on his shoulder. “Hey, didn’t mean to scare you. Are you all packed up? You can stay with me until we can figure out a place for you to go.” Detective Dermott grabbed Dylan’s carry-on sized luggage and backpack asking Officer Hernandez to put in in his car.
“What do you mean stay with you? For how long?” Dylan understood he couldn’t stay there with it being a crime scene, but he was frustrated and scared. His defiant side kicked in as he sat on the edge of his bed. “What is going on? Can you tell me anything? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me something.” Dylan stared into Detective Dermott’s eyes and looked away quickly. “What the hell is going on? First Kyle, now this? Jesus Christ…”
As Detective Dermott listened to Dylan, he noticed a faint beeping sound. He put his hand up to hush Dylan who was nearly in tears again, “Shhh, what is that sound?” Looking around the room the detective zeroed in on the source of the beeping and crouched down to see a black, box device with a red blinking light underneath the bed. Grabbing Dylan by the hand they bolted out of the room “Bomb!”. Everyone who was still inside the house scattered, fleeing through the front and back door taking cover. There was never a blast of fire and destruction, only a flash of light followed by nothing.
As the crowd of police stood, puzzled by the lack of explosion, Detective Dermott locked eyes with Officer Hernandez. “Everything’s good to go huh?”
Later that day, after a quick tour of his apartment Detective Dermott made space for Dylan’s clothes in his closet and dresser. Dylan was too emotionally exhausted to pay attention to the handsome detective’s hospitality. Noticing Dylan’s lack of presence, he spoke up. “You can take the bed; I think you could use the privacy.”
“Are you sure? I couldn’t, you’ve already done too much.”
Dermott cut Dylan off, “Hey it’s fine. You’ve been through a lot and you’re my guest. Please, get some rest. Besides, the sofa is pretty comfy.” Dylan nodded his head in appreciation and closed the bedroom door. Sitting on the edge of Dermott’s bed Dylan scrolled through the contacts in his phone trying to keep intrusive thoughts out of his head. It was a losing battle though, images of a drunken Kyle driving home played like a movie.
Loud music blared from the car stereo as Kyle argued with someone who was not in the car with him, practicing for another argument with Dylan when he got home. “Nothing more than a dirty stripper? Like he’s better than me…” Kyle clutched the wheel, “Fuck that. At least I’m doing something. Probably mad cuz you want me and can’t have me…” Getting himself worked up Kyle pressed the gas pedal down letting the cool breeze fuel his adrenaline as he accelerated, taking a curve too fast. As he lost control of the car, Kyle slammed the brakes as hard as he could jamming them into the floor of the car. Tires screeched, with burning rubber screaming bloody murder as the weight of the car smashed through the steel guard rail sending sparks flying as the rail twisted and gave way. “Oh fuck, fuck!” After tumbling nearly a hundred feet down to the bottom of the drop off Kyle was trapped in the crunched up mess, suspended upside down in his seat by the safety belt.
Dazed, he looked around with blurred vision. He was covered in scratches and shards of broken glass as he regained a sense of his surroundings. The smell of booze and burnt rubber filled the interior of the wreckage. Kyle screamed for help trying to be louder than the static from the speakers which were screaming louder. The tinge of gasoline burned into Kyle’s nostrils as the car began to fill with the suffocating heat of fresh smoke.
Dylan closed his eyes, wiping visions of death from his cheeks. Shaking the thoughts away he stopped scrolling through the contacts of his phone upon reaching Kyle’s mom. Dylan took a nervous breath as his trembling thumb pressed the call button. After ending the toughest phone call of his life Dylan hung up simultaneously curling into a ball as he buried his face into one of the pillows. Kyle was gone, and Dylan felt guilty for letting him go. If he had been more understanding, if he had gone with Kyle to the event that night to support him he would have made it home safely. They would have just talked it out like they had always done. Dylan laid there thinking of everything he could have done differently. His mind was running a marathon at full sprint. Dylan’s thoughts filled the room with a million coulda-woulda-shouldas as he fell asleep.
The next morning Dylan woke feeling like he had been hit with a freight train. Every inch of his small frame was tense. Rolling over onto his back, he realized how big and comfortable the bed was, wishing he was on a luxurious tropical vacation with Kyle, but that fantasy quickly faded as reality interrupted the moment of peace. As the morning sun peeked through the window to say hello, Dylan hoped that Kyle would be asleep next to him just like before. Stretching his right hand out across the bed all that Dylan felt were the cool empty sheets instead of Kyle’s warm, firm chest. Dylan sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. A noise coming from the connecting bathroom broke the silence. Dylan looked over to see Detective Dermott standing at the sink wearing a towel around his waist while shaving as he prepared himself for the day.
Dylan quietly admired the detective’s broad shoulders and strong back muscles glistening under the lights. Dermott’s biceps and triceps bulged as he lathered up his face and neck, his arms were big and strong with several veins visible. A house could be built upon this man, and it would not move an inch. Dylan couldn’t help but to let his eyes wander further downward, following the line of Dermott’s spine towards his backside which was wrapped snugly under the towel like a well packed meal. The white terrycloth hugged every curve of his strong, beefy body. Dylan had no idea that the detective was hiding all that underneath his clothing. He was in awe and remembered an old movie he rented during his sexual awakening, Desert Heat. Dylan had gotten off to the scene in the motel room plenty of times, and he was becoming aroused just thinking of it. The detective’s build was very similar to Van Damme’s physique in that film and Dylan was totally here for it.
As Dermott finished shaving, he pulled the towel loose exposing his naked backside using it to wipe the excess shaving cream from his face. Dylan took in the beautiful sight of the detective’s naked body, a sculpture of tanned, taught muscle with just the right amount of body hair. A man as sexy as him was sure to age like fine wine. Dermott maintained is body well for a man in his late forties, a total “Daddy” type. He was still ruggedly handsome, and his body looked much younger. Dylan’s jaw dropped at the sight of Dermott’s solid ass noticing a light dusting of hair flocking the thick, sturdy cheeks. “No tan lines?” Dylan licked his lips watching Dermott move around becoming mesmerized as all those luscious muscles bounced and tensed. “Eat your heart out Van Damme.”
Dermott stepped into some well-fitting black boxer briefs pulling them up his thick thighs and over the curve of his mounds with a bit of struggle. Stepping out into the bedroom not realizing Dylan was awake watching him, Dermott took some clothes out from his closet and started getting dressed. Turning around facing the bed Dermott leaned back against the dresser catching Dylan as he buttoned his shirt. Dylan admired Dermott’s lightly haired torso as he struggled to hide his morning wood. His face turned red realizing Dermott had already taken notice of the flagpole under the sheets smiling up at him. Dermott flexed his chest bouncing his pecs a couple of times enticing Dylan even more, giving a cheeky wink at the same time. Dylan’s erection twitched in response to Dermott’s display and Dermott locked his eyes on it like a bird waiting for a worm to show itself. “Well, good morning.” Dermott said while buttoning up the rest of his shirt.
Dylan tried to hide himself, embarrassed. “Good morning.”
Dermott filled his pants nicely; he was half hard from being watched and the crotch of his pants was getting tighter. He kept his package front and center, crouching a bit to accentuate it for Dylan to enjoy as he looped his belt through the waist of his pants stretching so that the material bunched in the crotch. With a quick tuck of his shirt, Dermott was ready for work.
“I’ll be back later, make yourself at home. There’s food in the fridge and I’ve got all the streaming apps.” he told Dylan as he sat on the edge of the bed. “I’ll try to find out some more information about your friends today, stay inside though. I can’t have you disappearing too. We’ll figure this out.” He took Dylan’s hand in his, squeezing it in a firm, nurturing way. “Call if you need anything.” Dermott stood, walking out the door with his keys jingling.
It was dark in the playroom, almost night. Spence slowly circled outside a lone spotlight that illuminated a still figure like a shark stalking its prey. Red lighting stretched along the bare concrete walls giving an erotic glow to showcase the various toys and restraints adorning the perimeter of the room. Those who entered the playroom were in for pleasure or punishment, and usually received both.
In the center of the blinding column of light were Tim and Nate who were joined together in a vertical 69 position. Tim stood up with his feet firmly spaced two feet apart with his left hand raised gripping the back of Nate’s thigh and the other cupping Nate’s ass. Nate was suspended from his ankles in front of Tim with both of his hands firmly squeezing the meaty cheeks of Tim’s tight round backside creating indentions in the round orbs. Each were sucking one another’s cock earnestly, holding onto each other to remain stable while struggling to please their master. The two of them had been petrified in this position for several hours now, savoring the taste and sensation of the stone meat in their mouths. Tim had only a bit more than the head of Nate’s dick in his mouth, his cheeks sucked inward teasing him with the same suction one would give a lollipop. Nate had Tim’s cock buried balls deep into the back of his throat, with Tim locked in full thrust taking advantage of a willing throat. Nate would come up for air if he could.
Spence drew closer his steady steps ticking like a metronome in the silence. Stepping into the light Spence extended his thin pale arm out running the palm of his bony hand over their petrified bodies. He couldn’t help but to look closely at the dirtiest details of their nude bodies captured before him. Spence was proud of his work, he fancied himself as an artist when it came to selecting the positions for his studs to be petrified. The polished cement floor reflected the bright spotlight illuminating the three of them with a devious glow. Spence wore black leather chaps that clung to his scrawny legs and his tight, studded black harness around his shoulders stretched across his chest in a series of leather straps. The metallic rings adorning the harness glistened with beads of sweat. The shadows cast upon Spence in the harsh lighting made him look like nothing more than a skeleton with the thinnest of alabaster skin stretched over it.
Spence rubbed himself through the leather as he leaned forward placing his face between Nate’s hardened cheeks inhaling deeply before licking the unyielding stone pucker of his ass. His tongue spread wide as he forced himself upon Nate like a hungry dog searching for something to satisfy his hunger. The sound of leather rubbing as Spence fondled himself echoed through the room as he breathed heavily, inhaling more of the heavy musk of dirty sex. “Mmm…” With his free hand, Spence wiped the sweat from his skeletal torso using it as lube to fondle Nate’s stone balls and partially exposed shaft. Grunting, Spence began to grind his growing erection against Nate’s marbleized back bringing himself closer and closer to the edge. The metal rings of the harness dinged and clicked against the stone surface. “Oh yeah, that’s fuckin’ nice…”
Reaching the peak of his sadistic pleasure, Spence stepped back depriving himself of release gripping himself through the leather squeezing his dick like a vice grip. His hand was so tightly clenched that it caused his eyes to water as he let out a pained moan dropping to his knees, angrily sobbing that he almost let go. As his voice bounced around the room and back to him Spence felt a white heat wash over his body. He cursed himself feeling anger and disgust, “You pathetic fuck. Look what you almost did.” Spence shook and quivered in pain licking his salty lips while staring at his captives forced to pleasure each other. He could only envy the ecstasy Tim and Nate were locked in as he deprived himself. Spence thrived on deprivation and that was his kink, a life of constant edging while everyone around him got what they wanted.
Spence was ready for the next round as he shook off the exhausting weight of his baggage as he wheeled over his cart picking up the little black remote aiming it at Tim. With a push of a single button Tim slowly unfroze turning back into a man of flesh and blood. Spence played with his own nipples pinching and twisting the pink nubs while watching the olive warmth of Tim’s tanned skin flow over his muscular landscape like paint in water. The ink of his tattoos lost their embossed texture taking on their natural black tones. With a sudden burst from Tim’s mouth his voice returned as if someone turned the volume all the way up very quickly.
Tim instantly came in Nate’s mouth, “Oh fuck yeah, mmmm suck that cock!” Tim unloaded so much into Nate’s gaping throat that it leaked out of the tight seal of his hardened lips, spilling past his nose filling his nostrils as the flash flood of cream washed down over Nate’s eyes and forehead. The warm viscous result of Tim’s climax dribbled onto the concrete, tapping as a puddle formed. While lost in the moment, Tim continued to thrust forcing the swollen head of his throbbing cock to squeeze down the smooth marble tunnel of Nate’s waiting throat. Tim’s pleasure filled the room like a symphony as he shot the very last drops into Nate’s overflowing mouth. Tim bobbed a couple of times on Nate’s petrified cock out of instinct.
With a sloppy pop Tim released Nate’s stone penis from his mouth gripping it firmly as he looked downward still pumping his length in and out of Nate’s open mouth. Tim alternated between fast and slow thrusts as he naturally slowed down savoring the smooth sensation of Nate’s petrified tongue gliding over the ridges of his perfect cock. His cum served as the perfect lubricant. He paused to swirl the underside of his head across the roof of Nate’s mouth and gently scraped against Nate’s teeth. Dribbles of cum seeped out of Tim’s slit as he felt a jolt of electricity travel down his spine, shivering from the sheer intensity of his orgasm. “Oh man, that was fucking intense…”
Spence cleared his throat catching Tim’s attention. Realizing he wasn’t alone Tim snapped to attention darting his eyes to the pale figure emerging from the darkness of the room. Still reeling from his crescendo Tim managed to speak through a heavy breath, “Let us go, man! We’re not your toys…” Tim tried to race towards Spence but the shackles around his ankles jerked him back. “God dammit! What do you want, you can’t keep us here. Someone will come looking for us!” struggling against his metal bonds which gave no slack.
Spence ignored Tim and simply smiled, reaching his bony toward his dick, stroking it to keep him hard, rubbing the swollen purple head. Tim winced as the overstimulation pained his throbbing meat. Protesting wouldn’t work so he gritted his teeth in response. Spence grinned as he took in the sight of Tim’s sweaty, trembling body “That’s cute that you think someone is coming to save you. You two are indeed my sexy toys. Who’s going to come looking for you? No one even knows that you’re here.” Spence held the remote up in front of Tim’s face jingling it as if it were Christmas bells, taunting him. “Just the push of one button, and you’re nothing but stone again.” Spence gave a strong tug and pulled Tim closer by the girth of his dick squeezing it tightly. “You’re mine, and I will keep you here for as long as I want to. Got it?”
Tim tried his best to avoid eye contact with his captor, but it’s hard to ignore someone when they have a death grip on your cock. Spence pushed the end of the remote against the flesh of Tim’s firm chest sliding it down his sweat soaked skin. “I’ve watched you for so long, wanting so bad to have you as my own. My little cam-boy slave…” Spence said in a low intimidating growl as he slid the remote down the ridges of his abs and across the length of his pulsating cock cupping the remote between his hand and Tim’s shaft as he stroked the length slowly from base to tip. “No more tipping, no more private chats. You’re mine now and I’m going to enjoy every bit of you all to myself.” Spence slid his hand under Tim’s balls cupping them with the remote pressing up into them.
Tim could not control himself and his dick bobbed in response to being treated as property. “Looks like someone is getting used to it”, Spence smiled as he slid his palm along the underside of Tim’s length. “Good boy, now get that thing hard for me again.” Tim’s body trembled with fury in response to his cock regaining its full hardness, bobbing like a dog begging for treats.
Spence pulled a small silver orb from a pocket in his leather chaps. Tim stared at the object in Spence’s hand as its metallic surface reflected the bright light above them, he was unsure of what it could be. Tim closed his eyes turning away as the chrome surface reflected the spotlight blinding him, “What is that?”
Raising it high as if it were something glorious to be praised Spence smiled from ear to ear. “You sure did enjoy the sounding rod; I know you’ll love this.” Tim backed away a step as Spence lowered his eyes towards him. “This is going to be so much fun…”
“Now be a good cam-boy slave and turn around.”
Time shook his head no, “Fuck that…” Spence gripped Tim by the shoulder and spun him around, with some resistance Spence kicked his knees forward forcing him to fall over onto his hands and knees facing Nate. Savoring the view of Tim’s tight bubble butt as it shook and bounced Spence got on one knee behind him ready to propose. Spence placed his skeletal hand onto Tim’s cheeks squeezing the muscle and spread him open before diving in face first. Spence relished the musky smell as he began to work Tim out with his tongue. Tim moaned as he was penetrated by Spence’s probing tongue. Placing the toy on the floor Spence used both hands to stretch Tim open even wider, spitting into his hole rubbing and pressing into him with the tip of his finger.
Not long after the licking and slurping Spence’s tongue was joined by one finger, then two, and three. Tim bucked, arching his back howling in the cavernous room. Spence got his slave prepped for what was to come next. Tim breathed deeply as he was violated, wanting more all the while being sickened at the same time. Tim stared into Nate’s cum coated marble eyes cursing himself, cursing what they had been forced to do to eachother. “I’m sorry Nate…” Spence lightly bit down and nibbled on the rim of his entrance and Tim’s body jolted, jerking him forward. “…Uuuuh fuck me…” Spence spread open Tim’s hole moaning and shouting into Tim sending vibrations of pleasure through his body. “Uuhh, fuuuuck. Mmm…” Tim lost himself, rocking back into Spence mouth staring straight at Nate.
Spence sat up and gave a playful slap to Tim’s ass cheek, shaking it roughly with his bony hand pressing into the muscle with his claw like fingers. “With this ring, I betroth.” Spence giggled to himself, and Tim suddenly clenched down as the cold silver object suddenly invaded the warmth of his insides. Spence continued pleasuring Tim, using his fingers, which were coated with Tim’s own juices, to spread and probe even more as he worked the toy up inside. Spence jerked him slowly with his free hand to keep him relaxed. Tim’s eyes rolled back as his head fell limp. Spence dabbled in pottery in his past and he treated Tim’s hard cock as if he were pulling wet clay to form a handle for a mug. Slow, firm, and gentle strokes downward as the clay was stretched longer and longer. There was no stroke back up however, upon reaching the tip of Tim’s meat Spence gave a slight squeeze and twist to the head which sent shivers up Tim’s spine. He continued this pattern creating a puddle of precum beneath his slave. Spence turned the silver orb on, and a gentle buzz shook Tim to his core. All that Tim could mutter in response was gibberish as the toy buzzed and hummed within the catacombs of his insides.
Getting the toy to reach Tim’s g-spot would not be without some effort, however. Tim continued to tighten, trying to refuse what was surely to make him cum again. But Spence was quick to coax him back into a docile state with his invading tongue, ravenous nibbles, and delectable downward strokes. Spence pulled Tim’s meat back between his legs slurping on the head swirling the silky pre cum in his mouth before gulping it down. As Tim broke his concentration to take another deep breath Spence popped his balls into his mouth swirling them in a wet warmth using taking the opportunity to make a final push. Getting several fingers in down to the knuckle the sex toy was eagerly gobbled up within his fine stud of a slave. Tim lowered onto his elbows with his forehead resting on the floor. “Mmm, oh fuck man. Oooo, son of a…”
Spence massaged Tim’s muscular cheeks, squeezing them as he leaned in and stuck his tongue inside once more swirling and flicking. Tim’s whole body convulsed like he was being electrocuted continuing to spout nonsense. Spence played with the remote and switched it to the next highest setting. Instantly Tim’s knees went weak as his inner walls shook, dropping down to the floor. With a sloppy slap he was now eye level with Nate’s cum covered stone face. Tim’s own pool of spent semen had spread across the floor near where he laid. With the salty sweet smell of his spent load wafting in the air Tim was disgusted with himself no matter how good it all felt. Tim knew this was wrong, but it felt oh so right.
The vibrations deep within Tim were consuming him. As he tried to get back up his body shook and jerked. Spence pushed Tim down flat on his stomach spreading both of his spaghetti legs out spread eagle. Tim howled and moaned, biting his bottom lip between his outbursts grinding himself on the floor. Spence lounged on his side playing with the settings of the toy watching Tim lose control of his faculties. It was as if he were on the sofa watching his favorite television program. And Tim was the primetime presentation.
During all this however, Tim couldn’t help but notice the void left behind by the sounding rod. It had long since been removed from his penis and he was left with an empty feeling within his cock. He craved the sensation of being filled by it once more, to be stretched and controlled again. Being sounded was one of the most intense sexual acts he’d ever experienced and strangely he wanted more of it. Was Tim really submitting to Spence? Tim thought back to being petrified as well. He missed the sensation of being stone, he could feel pleasure in every inch of his body as a statue, as if his mind was orgasming as well as his fingertips and toes. The gentle buzz in his ass wasn’t a bad trade off, with every contraction of his inner walls the silver bullet moved up further into him getting closer to his magic spot.
In a moment of clarity Tim was repulsed at how his body and mind were betraying him. It was one thing to parade around in his underwear at home in front of Dylan. It was one thing to jerk off on cam for a bunch of gays. It was completely different to be trapped as a sex slave against his will. Tim enjoyed all the torment Spence provided him despite his protests which confused him even more. He missed being stone. The intense sensation of his body becoming one solid mass dominated his mind. Being human took the back seat in comparison to feeling a pleasure at such an intense level when transformed into a piece of marble. Being dominated this way satisfied him like nothing else ever had, but he had to get away, he and Nate. These thoughts competed for control within his mind as the sizzling tingle of climax spread throughout his body as he was brought to another orgasm. Tim came hard as he sat up on his knees, Spence held Tim’s arms back forcing his massively hard dick to fire off several rounds of thick creamy bullets hands free. Each viscous shot landed in the existing pool of his own cum splattering onto Nate’s face. Tim threw his head back watching Spence watch him very closely. They soon met each other’s eyes. In a confusing moment Tim pressed his open mouth to Spence’s as their tongues danced together.
Marcus observed from his office stroking himself as he watched Tim shake and convulse on all fours as if the earth moved beneath him. It was never a dull moment at Club Exit. Across the room a news report of a breaking and entering flashed across the screen of a TV mounted on the wall. The report also stated the break in resulted in two missing persons. Recognizing the faces on screen Marcus realized how sloppy Spence had become. The two men being held captive in his club were being played with rather than joining all the others as decorative objects. Statues don’t kiss and tell. Statues don’t escape, but people do. Marcus would deal with Spence later, but Tim and Nate were priority. Their continued existence was a liability.
Squeezing the head of his cock between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing the tip in circular motions, Marcus got an idea. They would fetch a handsome price from one of his clients. Marcus smiled as he imagined the sizable profit he’d make by selling Tim and Nate as erotic art to his colleague Christian. Christian was the head curator of an art museum in the city, the type of pieces in the club were right up his alley as he had already acquired quite a few men himself. Who would ever think that the naked statues were the missing people on the news? This had worked hundreds of times before, and it would continue to work after. Marcus stroked himself thinking about the money he would receive as he came all over the monitor screen.
Not long after, Marcus entered Spence’s playroom. Marcus was bathed in red under the colored lighting in the dark room. The space was humid and stuffy, the musk of shameful, dirty sex burned his nostrils as he cleared his throat catching Spence’s attention. Marcus gripped Spence by the leather harness hooking his fingers around the strap crossing his bony chest, jerking him close.
“What do you think you’re doing? This was not what I instructed you to do… you’re getting sloppy, Spence. This bullshit is all over the news.” Marcus motioned toward Tim who was squirming on all fours as the toy deep within him alternated between light and intense vibrations inching further up inside of him. “Don’t forget our arrangement. Your loyalty for Mitch’s freedom.” Marcus’ eyes began to glow as he scanned Spence’s thoughts finding Mitch always in the forefront. “Or did you forget?”
Staring into Spence’s beady green eyes, “Like he would even still go for you. It’s been 20 years, you’ve gotten old, Spence.” Marcus looked at the pale, emaciated body of his assistant. “How pathetic,” Marcus thought to himself as he noticed Spence’s slim pale cheeks hanging out the back of his chaps. This was not the man Marcus enslaved two decades ago. That man was long gone. “You’ve changed. You’re not the young twink that Mitch knew and loved anymore, you’re not even daddy material. You’re just a pathetic shell of an insignificant man. Do you really think he would run back into your arms if he were here right now?” As Marcus studied Spence’s frail form, worn from years of depression and drugs he continued, “But, then again, I could terminate our contract, and Mitch could just remain here forever,” Marcus threatened. “You don’t exactly try anymore.”
Spence was older now but still very much who he used to be. All Spence knew for the past twenty years was never being good enough, never being finished. Despite how defeated he seemed there was still plenty of fight left within him. He clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth.
Tim continued to squirm in agonizing pleasure as he listened, looking up at Marcus reaching his hand for help. “Hey man… please let me go,” moaning between the spasms that were humming throughout his body.
Marcus looked down at Tim watching him shake like a nervous chihuahua. Marcus licked his lips at the sight of Tim’s cock and balls swinging back and forth, “Get rid of him now.”
Spence felt a fire ignite within him and decided to get brave as his anger boiled over. “NO!”
Looking back at Spence with a raised eyebrow, “What did you say?” Marcus got up close and personal with Spence, “Say it again. I didn’t hear you.”
With a tremble, trying to find an ounce of courage hiding under a blanket, “..N..nn…no” swallowing the lump in his throat. Marcus smiled. In the blink of an eye, he backhanded Spence in the face. The clap of thunder shook the room as Spence fell to the floor clutching his face. Marcus stepped back until he reached Nate placing the palm of his hand onto his hard body, “You know something, Spence, as shitty as you are as an assistant you sure do know how to pick them out.” Marcus said as he felt the curves and ridges of Nate’s sculpted form. “Quite handsome…” Marcus whispered as his eyes began to glow. “Mitch was a definite catch, such a beautiful man. I don’t know what he ever saw in you…”
Marcus breathed deeply as Nate’s energy began to flow through his hand and into his body absorbing Nate’s life force like a leech. “Such a pity that this one has to be destroyed.” Nate was stirred from the bliss of floating in pure ecstasy as he felt himself drain. As Marcus’ body grew stronger Nate’s stone body seemed to fade and loose its solid structure. The finer details dulled as small cracks appeared beneath Marcus’ palm. Fault lines began to branch out further. The smooth surface of his body began to roughen like sandstone weathered in the desert, as dust started to fall to the floor. Marcus kept going as Spence pleaded for him to stop. Tim watched in horror as Nate began to crumble like spent coals being scraped out of a fireplace. “Stop it!!!” Tim screamed as he watched Nate disintegrating right in front of him.
Nate felt himself slip beneath the surface, struggling to keep his head above water as a whirlpool overpowered him, he was growing tired. He struggled and kicked as he was pulled lower into a darkness by a suction. Nate sank deeper, swirling, disappearing within an abyss. Spence raced toward Marcus who quickly turned his illuminated gaze towards him stopping Spence dead in his tracks. Spence’s body began to stiffen, but not petrify.
With one final surge, Marcus consumed the last bit of Nate’s energy. In a brief flash Nate joined Marcus’ consciousness and saw his own body give way to its weight. The fragile ankles of Nate’s statue snapped. Nate’s crumbling form collapsed to the cement beneath him as a cloud of dust billowed up spreading throughout the room. Spence and Tim were engulfed in a cloud of death. Nate could do nothing but scream into oblivion as he faded away in the blink of an eye. “Lose him or he’s next.” Marcus licked his fingers as he exited the playroom, savoring the remaining traces of Nate’s life energy.
Spence’s didn’t know what to think as he stood in place. The cloud of dust made it hard to see, and the intense spotlight over Tim created an eerie glow within it. As Tim’s silhouette struggled to hold itself up, he began to cry and scream. The dust of his friend settled onto his sweaty body soaking up the moisture turning into a muddy, slurry consistency. Tim panicked realizing he was covered in his neighbor. “Aaah, what the … Oh shit, What the fuck?!” In a panic Tim tried to get away but his shackles gave him no slack and he fell to the floor. He desperately tried to wipe the mess off him but only smeared it around. Tim cried out in fear and disgust as he slid around in a pool of mud. “Let me the fuck out of here!”
An overstimulated Spence snapped setting his sights on Tim as he felt a heat boil inside of himself. “You. You did this.” Seeing only red, Spence kicked Tim in the ribs. Knocking him to the floor with a splat.
Tim coughed, trying to catch his breath from the impact and moaned in pain as another forceful kick met his ribs. It felt like all the air was being forced out of his lungs. “AAAHHH! Stop! Please…” Another kick and another. Spence trembled and sneered as he took it all out on his web cam stud. Tim rolled around, retching as he coughed up blood, spitting onto the muddy floor defenseless.
After beating Tim, Spence came to his senses as he came down from his rage realizing how stupid this was. Spence knelt next to Tim as if to sympathize, combing his fingers through Tim’s muddy, sweat soaked hair. He ran the other hand down Tim’s back in attempt to sooth him. Spence’s skeletal claw left streaks within the slurry layer covering Tim’s olive skin. Tim was furious, but he held his tongue rather than make it worse on himself. He felt it was best to focus on catching his breath. All the while, that vibrating toy buzzed away deep within reminding him with each convulsion that he had no power.
Spence felt guilty realizing he was hurting Tim. The very big-cocked stud he worshipped on his computer screen, the very same bubble butt he admired from afar was now within his grasp and he was beating him senseless. Spence felt pity and leaned in closely. “I… I’m sorry.” Spence pressed his lips to Tim’s head and Tim seized his moment and headbutt Spence with a thud. Falling back screaming, Spence quickly stood up trying to catch his balance. “You fucking idiot, ahh shit…” Stumbling back against his rolling table Spence grabbed hold of the spreading bar “You shouldn’t have done that,” Spence swung downward, hitting Tim across the back like he was hitting a home run. Tim’s naked body slammed down onto the cement floor with another wet slap. Tim tried to get back up. Whack! Another steel impact stuck his back. Tim hit the floor once more unable to get back up.
“Please, stooop…. Stop it….” Tim muttered. He looked up watching as Spence raised the bar high above his head once more and braced for impact. But there wasn’t one. He opened his eyes and saw Spence lower the bar as he stepped back, shaking violently with rage. Spence readied himself to swing again as Tim screamed “Stop, you mother fucker!!!
Spence zoomed over to Tim like a hawk pulling him to his feet by his hair. Tim wailed trying to pry Spence’s clawed fingers from his scalp. “That’s not a very nice thing to call me. Get the fuck up.” A punch landed in Tim’s stomach, and he hunched forward coughing. Tim knew he had to do something. Spence was out of control, trembling as he acted in blind rage. Tim took hold of the spreading bar still within Spence’s grasp slamming it upward into Spence’s face with a blinding crunch. Collapsing in immense pain Spence screamed knocking over his cart scattering his tools and equipment as he curled into a ball. He kicked and screeched as he rolled around in the muddy slurry covering the floor.
Tim quickly used the steel bar to break the shackles around his ankles and ran for it. Spence writhed around clutching his face bleeding from a broken nose. It felt like his face was on fire.
Tim tried different doors in the hall outside of the playroom as he fled, finding nowhere to hide realizing he was trapped in a maze of corridors. Tim eventually made his way to the main room of the club, relieved to finally be in a place he recognized. At least the room was big and open with the exit clearly visible. The toy still buzzed within him coaxing another climax from his swollen cum filled balls. He had no choice but to slow and stop himself during his sprints. With the toy mercilessly buzzing against his prostate shooting another load was inevitable. Tim grabbed hold of himself to stop his painfully hard cock from swinging around as he maneuvered his way through tables settings and the numerous statues around the club floor. Spence’s voice echoed from the corridors with anger like a banshee as Tim navigated the huge room.
In a desperate attempt he tried to fish the toy out, but only managed to push it in further. “Oh fuuu….” It seemed as if it wasn’t meant to come back out. Overcome with the sensations taking hold of him, Tim grabbed his balls and tugged them downward tightly to keep himself from cumming. His balls ached; his cock was overstimulated, and his stomach twisted with each pulse of the toy. Tim had cum several times that day and his body was in agony. The pleasurable feelings were becoming too much to handle. Despite all this, his cock throbbed yearning for release. No matter how empty his balls were, somehow, he was ready to shoot again. He could feel himself about to erupt, his cum slowly creeping up to the surface of the volcano between his legs. With a deep breath and a tug of his balls he was able to halt himself. He shook and kicked his legs in response. “Uuughh, fuck!”
The door to the back rooms flew open slamming against the wall as Spence blindly stumbled knocking over a table. “Where are you, you stupid fuck? You’re going to be sorry!” In a panic Tim slid between two statues; he didn’t have much place else to hide. He was desperate. As he squeezed between the two stone men. Tim looked at both, one had its hand out trying to touch his dick and the other was leaning forward as if about to lick his chest. He thought to himself how fun this would be if it weren’t for the danger he was in.
Then it hit him, every statue in this room a real person. The thought hadn’t occurred to him before. Though he hadn’t seen himself changed into a statue he certainly knew he had been. He and Nate both. “Shit, Nate…” Tim thought to himself, feeling the dried remnants of Nate on his body cracking apart and flaking off him. He then realized he left a trail of breadcrumbs. Hopefully the room was dark enough to conceal him.
Spence looked around through squinted eyes, playing with the remote in his hand hoping to cause Tim to give away his position. Changing the intensity levels to coax him out of hiding Spence smiled discovering the trail Tim left behind. “Come out come out, wherever you are…” Spence taunted while turning the intensity all the way up. With that, Tim gave himself away as a moan escaped his lips. “There’s no reason to hide, I’ll find you eventually. I just want to play!”
Tim moaned more as his cock bobbed up and down preparing to fire off another round of his piping hot cream with his swollen balls tightening. Tim struggled to maintain his composure, but he was losing what little control he never had. A steady stream of pre cum had already begun to flow and Tim could feel himself losing the battle. Spence closed in with drying blood running down from his nose to his sweaty leather harnessed chest. The dark crimson contrasted against his pale white, thin form. “Gotcha!” Spence cheered jumping in front of Tim. He swung the spreading bar as Tim fled, striking the statue leaning forward. In a crash the statue’s head snapped off as it fell into the other statue creating a domino effect as several others toppled onto stools and tables. Spence followed as Tim feared for his life. Losing sight of him Spence looked around the room. He knew exactly where Tim was heading, and he made a B-line to the exit.
Tim was only about twenty feet from the exit; freedom just on the other side of the door. Being arrested for public nudity would be better than being trapped here forever. Spence seemingly came out of nowhere cutting him off. Tim stopped dead in tracks as Spence drew closer with the spreading bar ready to swing. Tim began to back away. “There you are… oh you’ve been very bad.”
“Please just leave me alone, you don’t need to do this…” Tim kept distance between the two of them bumping into a statue, quickly looking back he saw a man reclining back with its dick pointing straight up. The statue’s hands were locked tightly behind his shaved head staring at up at someone who was once giving him the ride of his life. The statue had his mouth frozen wide open in an “Oh yeah” expression, savoring the endless pleasurable state which he was imprisoned. The reclining statue watched Tim’s juicy muscled ass jiggle with each awkward step back toward his own aching stone dick, anticipating the warm wetness that would hopefully follow.
“You shouldn’t have run away from me stud.” Spence said in a low voice as he approached Tim. He wiped his bloody nose and looked at his red smeared hand, “You definitely shouldn’t have done that…” Spence raised the bar ready to hit a homerun. “Your little friend is next. Too bad he wasn’t home when you were.”
Tim held his hands outward to shield himself. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. Why are you doing this? I’m sorry about your face man. Please just let me go, you got what you wanted from me. I won’t say anything, I promise…”
Spence lowered the bar and took the remote out of his pocket. Holding it in his hand Spence showed an expression of remorse. “Of course, you won’t say anything, I know you won’t…” Just as Tim thought maybe Spence was backing down, he increased the vibrating toy’s intensity and Tim lost all control of his body. Tripping on the statue’s feet Tim tumbled backwards landing straight down onto the statue’s dick sinking down to the base. The marbleized head of the statue’s dick pushed the vibrating toy further up and directly into Tim’s prostate and it drove him all the way home.
Tim cried out in a confused mix of both immense pain and incredible pleasure as he was filled completely by the long, thick stone cock. As Tim’s body slammed back against the statue’s naked torso with a sweaty slap, he placed his hands on the statue’s widespread thighs trying to lift himself up. “Oh fuck, no no no.” Spence pressed another button and the man under Tim suddenly turned back to flesh and blood wrapping his muscular arms around Tim’s chest pulling him back against his muscular torso.
“Mmmm yes, you feel so fucking good on my dick sexy.” One hand gripped Tim’s firm pec squeezing while his other hand firmly gripped the base of Tim’s cock. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out…” Tim tried desperately to get free, screaming but the lustful grip he was in was too strong. The man beneath gripped Tim’s jaw turning his head to meet his. Their mouths met and the man forced his tongue into Tim’s mouth as he pumped his cock into his Tim’s ass with rapid thrusts. The tip of his cock pressed against the toy buzzing away deep inside of Tim and he lost himself thrusting faster and faster. “Fuck that feels so good.” Tim broke the kiss and moaned over the invading tongue as his length was stroked with fury. Tim stopped fighting and lost himself in the moment.
Spence held the remote up, pointing straight at them, “Goodbye…” Tim looked through the corner of his eye. He tried to scream but the man kissed him even harder muffling the sound of Tim’s voice. Pressing a button on the remote Tim and the stud crackled as a wave of white swept over them. The transformation happened in spots at first, slowly spreading like spilled paint. Soon more of their warm muscular bodies cooled as they petrified together. Tim’s tattoos took on their embossed texture as before. With their movements losing speed the stud gave one last thrust into Tim’s entrance tipping them both over the edge. Neither could hold back from shooting their loads as their warm skin flushed white. A long arc of piping hot semen ejected from Tim’s aching cock while the stud filled him up with his own steamy cum.
Tim’s stream of ejaculate stretched out a good several feet in a curved flow in Spence’s direction as his cock hardened from base to the very tip of his exploding head continuing through the soaring end of his final release. This was the longest distance and the fullest volume he had ever produced. Tim’s practice in cumming paid off, and now his greatest achievement was captured for all to see. His big swollen balls remained locked in a clenched contracted state within the stone grip of another man. Tim’s final lustful, tormented scream echoed throughout the cavernous club. Spence couldn’t help but smile as he admired his web cam stud locked for good in a stone prison. The vibrations of the toy embedded within Tim created a static hum as the room fell into silence once more.
Spence dropped the spreading bar and it clanged upon the floor. Exhausted he pulled a stool away from a nearby table and sat down resting his feet on the broken pieces of a statue. He rubbed his eyes, wincing as his broken nose twitched. With a new stream of blood running down his face, dripping onto his heaving chest Spence took in the sight of his newly petrified duo. He rubbed his crotch over his leather chaps and slowly unzipped. With a sweaty, bloody hand he began to stroke his aching length using the slick red mixture as lube.
Detective Dermott sat at his desk in the police station surrounded by a mountain of paperwork of unsolved cases. He racked his brain trying to make sense of the break in at Dylan’s house. Marcus’ words played through his mind as he studied the device that was found in Dylan’s room. “Why does he want Dylan out of the picture?” Detective Dermott wondered what the device could it be? The outer shell had buttons and a timer with what looked the flash bulb of a camera. Though it looked like an explosive it was determined not to be. There were no traces of chemicals or mechanical engineering that are typical with even the most rudimentary homemade bomb either.
Confused and frustrated Dermott sat the device down and gathered his things turning the light off as he left his office. A shadow stood outside his window, unnoticed as he shut the door. Dermott passed the break room where Officer Richards stood waiting for his partner Officer Daniels to return from his hot date with Christian regarding the break in at the museum.
To be continued…