Metamorphosis, p.14
Metamorphosis, page 14
“Oh you. What do you want? I’m not changing anything else. I got to redo the damn roof. See that?” he pointed to the dangling shingles.
“Yeah, look, I lost my new key, and Ciel isn’t home. Can you let me in?”
“You’ll have to pay to make a new one,” he complained, taking out a bunch of keys and heading up the stairs. “Get that boyfriend of yours to get a couple of copies made.”
“Okay,” he said, sucking in some breath. “Thanks.”
“I may have to raise your rent this year,” he grumbled and went back down the stairs.
Scott walked into the apartment and looked around. Empty. Ciel’s bed was made. He opened the refrigerator door and peered in. The milk had soured, past date. Ciel had taken a steak out of the freezer to thaw at one time. It was rotten. The answering machine was flashing. The screen said that the box was full.
Scott poured the milk out and dumped the steak in a garbage bag. Something was wrong. Something was desperately wrong. He stood in the middle of the floor for a second, perplexed, then left, locking the door behind him. He dumped the rotten steak and smelly milk carton on his way.
* * * *
Ciel was stiff. He had long since given up trying to get loose from the ropes. He’d woken up in Gary’s bed, gagged and bound, tied to the headboard. He had no idea how long he’d been here, but it seemed forever. Gary hadn’t touched him, yet, but Ciel knew it was only a matter of time. “I want you to want me,” Gary told him. “Eventually, you will. With no water, no food, you’ll die. Anything is better than death. I want you to give yourself to me.”
He could survive quite a while without food, but he knew that he wouldn’t last more than a few days without water. Ciel had thought about faking it, just to get himself untied, but Gary told him not to even think of it. “I have no intention of untying you. All I want is your verbal consent. I want you bound.”
“If I consent, will you let me go?” Ciel insisted.
He just laughed. “How can I ever let you go, Ciel? I love you. I love you with all my heart.”
* * * *
Liam and Hans showed up exactly on time, and the dinner was delicious. Hunter couldn’t help but notice that Amanda and Liam didn’t take their eyes off each other. He and Scott had joked about it, but could it be that Amanda was falling in love?
He couldn’t say he blamed her. Liam was gorgeous, charming, cultured, sexy as hell, and bisexual, and he didn’t seem to mind indulging her little fantasies. In fact, he seemed to enjoy it.
They didn’t linger over dessert. In fact, Amanda seemed anxious to get upstairs to the playroom, and so did Liam.
Liam took Hans by the collar. He pulled him across the floor and looked at Hunter. “Strip him,” he said, those green eyes seeming to dance.
Amanda walked in seconds later in her robe and high heels. She’d let it drape open, revealing a frilly, low-cut bra and matching panties.
Liam’s gaze went immediately to her. Hunter began to take off Hans’s clothes, careful not to touch his nipples or his cock. He planned to tease a while. Hans’s eyes were filled with lust. Hunter was getting hard.
Liam turned Amanda around to face him. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and lowered his mouth to hers. They kissed. Liam took a step back, assessing her. He lowered the straps on her bra and lifted out one breast, kissed the nipple, then lifted out the other. “Leave them like that,” he instructed.
Amanda went to sit on her chair, and Liam walked over to Hunter. “Take off your shirt,” he told him.
Hunter pulled his shirt over his head and threw it aside.
“You,” Liam said to Hans. “Go lie on that table, your hands over your head, legs spread. Don’t touch yourself.”
Hans immediately obeyed.
Hunter smiled at Liam. Liam smiled back. “You are so hot,” Liam told him. “Put your hands over your head and lean against the wall.”
Hunter pressed back against the wall, his hands over his head.
“Problem with you is, you’ve had too much control. You need discipline.”
Hunter’s heart began to beat hard in his chest.
Liam undid his shirt and let it drop to the floor. He ran his hand over his chest, brushed his thumbs over his nipples. “What do you say, Amanda?” Liam looked at her in the mirror. “What does he need?”
“A real man,” she moaned, playfully handling her own nipples.
Liam placed his hands over Hunter’s wrists. He looked intensely into his eyes. He licked and nibbled one nipple, then the other. Hunter’s chest heaved. “You want to get fucked, little boy?”
Hunter swallowed.
“If you want to get fucked, you have to earn it.”
Hunter smiled.
One of Liam’s hands trailed down Hunter’s chest and then opened his pants. He stood up straight. “Take them off. Leave the briefs.”
Hunter was hard as rock. He kicked the pants away, his cock peeking out of the waistband of his briefs. “Lower the waistband, but don’t take off the underwear. I want it displayed.”
Hunter lowered the waistband of his underwear, licking his lips. Hans moaned from where he lay on the table.
Liam undid his own pants and took them down, then came the shoes, the socks, the underwear. He took Hunter’s arm and pulled him forward. He yanked him into his arms and held him, Hunter’s back to his chest. “Isn’t he beautiful?”
“Yes,” Amanda said.
One of Liam’s hands roamed Hunter’s chest, then reached down to ever-so-slowly move his erection back and forth. Hunter could feel Liam’s cock pressing into his ass, and the feeling of Liam’s hand moving his cock around was driving him crazy.
Liam released him. “Stand there with your hands behind your head,” he said to Hunter. “Hans…” He turned to the other. “—come over here.”
Hans immediately ran over and got on his knees in front of Liam. “I’m going to fuck you. I want you to ever so gently lick Hunter’s shaft. Don’t suck it. Don’t take it in your mouth, just lick it.” Liam went to get a short, padded footstool from the corner of the room. “Kneel on it,” he told Hans.
Hans got up onto the stool, then took Hunter’s cock into his hand and ever so slowly began moving his tongue along it. Liam went over to the chest to get a few things, then got on his knees behind Hans. He had positioned all three of them so that Amanda could see everything through the mirror.
Hunter let his head go back as the sensation of Hans’s tongue moving along his shaft began to take effect.
“Now,” Liam said softly. “I am going to grease this very thick imitation dick and fuck your hole with it, Hans, to get you ready for me.”
Hans was moaning over Hunter’s cock. Hunter was having a difficult time standing still. He swayed on his feet, clenched his teeth, moaned deep in his chest.
Hans grunted as Liam inserted the greased cock into his ass.
“Watch in the mirror, Hunter. Imagine it’s my cock pumping into your ass.”
That was it. Hunter’s cock began to drip pre-cum. “Remember how to hold on, Hunter,” Liam warned. “You know how.”
Hunter nodded with a grimace. Hold on. Hold on.
Amanda cried out now with orgasm as she massaged her clit.
Liam pulled Hans away from Hunter and off the stool. He pressed Hans face down on the floor and fucked the hell out of his ass with that greased toy.
Hunter was in agony, his hands still plastered to his neck, and Liam now replaced the toy with his own cock. He pulled out of Hans before he came, throwing the condom aside. He reached onto the floor for another.
“Get down here beside Hans,” Liam told him.
Hunter went to his knees.
“Both of you, side by side. Spread it wide.”
Hunter looked into Hans’ face. He was smiling.
“Hans, I want you to fondle Hunter’s tits, and his cock and balls while I fuck him. Play with him.”
The lubricated finger pressed up inside of him, then the sheathed cock. Liam began fucking Hunter, slowly, deeply, causing loud moans to ring out of him, while Hans slapped his cock and twisted his nipples quite brutally. Hunter screamed when he came, his cock pumping out streams of cum.
Liam pushed him onto his back. He hovered over him, kissing his mouth sensuously, then smiling up at Amanda in the mirror. She’d broken out into a sweat.
Liam stood up. “Tie up Hans, Hunter. Spread him out and have some fun with him.” He walked over and looked at Amanda. “I’m up for a little more fun of my own.”
* * * *
“Gary,” Ciel called out weakly from the bedroom. He could hardly lift his head anymore. If his captor didn’t give him some water, he was going to die. “Gary!”
Suddenly Gary walked in. He stood looking at him from the doorframe. “You rang?”
Sick fuck. “I need some water. I can’t survive without water. Please.” Gary had removed the gag hours ago, claiming that his apartment was soundproof.
“Give me a kiss, and I’ll give you some water.”
Ciel clenched his teeth. “Okay.” He had no choice.
Gary came over to the bed. He leaned down. “Open mouth. I want one of those kisses you Frenchies are famous for.”
Ciel tried to swallow his disgust as Gary’s tongue probed his. It lasted far too long, and culminated with Gary’s hand brushing his cock.
Gary brought him some water. He lifted his head and let him drink. Ciel coughed and sputtered, and Gary took the glass away. “I think I want you naked,” he said.
Ciel sighed. “Gary, let’s talk about this. If you let me go, I won’t tell the police. We’ll call it square, okay?”
Suddenly, Gary was sliding the zipper down on his pants. “Yes, naked,” he moaned. “Tell me the things Scott used to do with your cock.”
Ciel closed his eyes.
“I spoke to Scott.”
“You didn’t hurt him! If you hurt him, I…”
“You’ll what?” Gary laughed, holding Ciel’s cock in his hand and stroking it. “Not much you can do, baby. Great cock. Bet he loved sucking it, loved it inside of him.”
Ciel kept his eyes closed. He felt his shirt being ripped open.
“Great chest, too. I’ve always wanted a body like that. You’re an angel, Ciel.”
“You’re the fucking devil,” Ciel spat, glaring at him. “I hate your filthy hands on me.”
Gary squeezed his cock until it hurt, then released it. “Well, one day you’ll love it, baby. One day soon.” Roughly, he tied the gag back in his mouth.
Ciel breathed a sigh of relief when he left the room. He had to find a way to get the fuck out of there.
* * * *
Amanda watched as Hunter played with different toys in Hans’ spread ass. Liam had come to the back of her seat and reached down to play with her breasts from behind, making sure not to obstruct her view. The more Hunter tormented the bound Hans, the more Hans seemed to like it. A tight cock ring, nipple clamps which pulled at his nipples and the skin of his scrotum at the same time, a leather gag in his mouth, a huge monster of a vibrating toy deep in his ass … the guy was in heaven.
Liam left her for a second while she used her vibrator, her body shuddering with several extreme orgasms. He returned with a delicious-smelling balm. She had no idea what stuff she had in that chest.
“I’m going to rub it on your nipples. It’s red, very sexy,” Liam told her. “It’s supposed to taste good, too.”
“Are you planning on tasting it?” She squirmed a little on the chair, as his finger dabbed some on her left nipple.
“I plan on licking off every bit of it,” he said.
He rubbed the stuff on thoroughly. She was so wet. She wanted him between her thighs, licking her, fucking her. Did she want to fuck him?
He came around to the side and began to lick her nipples. Hunter dragged the dildo out of Hans’ ass and began to fuck him with his cock. Hans was sobbing in gratitude.
Suddenly Liam pulled Amanda off her long chair.
“What are you doing?” She blinked.
He glanced over at Hunter who was fucking Hans. Liam lay down on the chair. Amanda’s eyes went to his erect cock. “I want you to use me.”
“You want me…”
“Come on, Amanda,” he met her gaze. “Straddle me, ride me. You know you want to. Come on, my cock is yours.” He pointed to the condoms.
Amanda reached over for one.
“Tear it open,” he breathed. “Put it on my cock. Take off those wet panties.”
Hunter was releasing his load into Hans’ ass. Her pussy throbbed in response. She tore open the condom with her teeth. Yes, yes. She rolled it onto his cock. He moaned a little. “I want you,” he said, looking into her eyes. “I never wanted to fuck a woman as much as I want to fuck you right now. Fuck me, Amanda.”
Amanda reached a leg over him. Liam pulled her up on top of him. She straddled his cock. He reached up and grabbed her breasts in his hands. “Go, take it, take it all,” he said in that fine, deep accent of his.
She felt her drenched pussy capture the head of his cock. He reared up, causing her to cover half his shaft. She moaned. God, he felt good. He felt so good, hard, so hard. She closed her eyes. His hand reached around and grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks. She felt the tip of his finger at her anal passage. She moaned. He pressed his lips against her breasts, then took one of her nipples between his teeth. She sank lower onto him.
His head went back. “Yes, yes, Jesus,” he cried out, slamming his head into the pillow. “Go, do it, work it,” he growled.
She let go. She actually let go and rode him. She cried out, she swore, increasing her pace. She watched his face contort in orgasm and he exploded inside her, calling out her name.
The tears flowed. Amanda found herself crying uncontrollably. She looked down into his face and thought it was the most beautiful face she’d ever seen. Then she just felt scared.
He reached out for her. She recoiled, climbed off of him.
Liam narrowed his eyes. “Are you okay?”
Hunter was sitting on the floor beside Hans. She saw him glance over at her, looking confused, concerned even.
She grabbed her robe off the floor and ran from the room.
* * * *
Hunter stood up and looked over at Liam, who was slowly putting his pants back on. “What in hell happened?” Hunter asked, glancing at Liam, then at the door of the room.
Liam sighed. “I’m not sure really. Come on, Hans,” he said. “Get dressed. It’s time for us to leave.”
Hunter hurriedly put on his clothes as well and went looking for Amanda. She wasn’t in her bedroom. He went into each room upstairs, but he didn’t find her. Then he heard her voice downstairs in the hall. She was talking to someone. “What do you mean, he’s disappeared?” Her voice sounded strained.
Hunter froze.
A voice answered, a voice filled with fear. “Amanda, he’s just gone. I can’t find him anywhere.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Oh my God,” Amanda cried out. Hunter raced down the stairs. Liam came down quickly behind him. “What’s happened?” Liam asked, looking from Amanda to Scott.
Although Hunter wasn’t sure what had happened really, the look on Scott’s face was enough to make him pull Scott into his arms and hug him tight for a second.
“It’s Ciel, Scott’s boyfriend. He’s disappeared,” Amanda told Liam.
“Tell me everything,” Liam said, pulling Scott away from Hunter for a moment and looking him in the eye.
“I’ll fix us a drink,” Hunter said.
They all went into the living room, Hans hovering uncertainly around the entrance. Liam sat on one side of Scott, Amanda on the other. Hunter handed Scott a shot of whiskey, but he shook his head that he didn’t want it. “I met Jeff tonight, one of Ciel’s friends from the university. He wanted to know if I’d seen Ciel. He hasn’t been to school. He hasn’t been to work. I went to the apartment, and he’s changed the locks.”
“Changed the locks?” Amanda echoed. She looked at Liam. “They broke up recently.”
He nodded.
“I went to all his old haunts, I’ve asked everyone. No one has seen him. He’s just like … disappeared. And there was sour milk in the fridge and rotten meat. Amanda, I’m scared. He wouldn’t just stop going to classes or to work.”
“Maybe we should call the police,” Amanda said.
Liam nodded, patting Scott’s shoulder. “Have you got a picture of him?”
Scott took his wallet out of his jeans and gave him a photograph.
Liam raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, I know,” Scott said with a sad smile. “He’s pretty good-looking.”
Liam nodded. “Look, I’ll do what I can, and Jacques has some connections in the city.” He stood up.
Amanda stood up and followed Liam to the door. “Thank you,” she said.
“Not at all. I won’t guarantee anything, but we’ll do what we can. Amanda,” he said. “We need to talk.”
She shook her head. “Just leave it alone, okay?”
“I don’t know if I can.” He met her gaze with his.
“For tonight.”
“Of course. Come on, Hans,” he motioned. “Time to go home.”
Amanda watched him go. She closed the door. There was so much going on in her head, mostly Ciel, right now. But she couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t gotten to her, touched a core of her that hadn’t been touched in a very long time, perhaps had never really been touched like that at all. She’d possessed him totally tonight, and he’d surrendered, given her his body, and she’d used it exactly the way she’d needed to. He’d broken down the wall, and now she felt helpless, vulnerable, and she didn’t like that feeling. Her father had made her feel that way. She’d loved him so much, but he never gave her what she needed. She wiped the tears which came again. Scott needed her now. It was not the time to think about this stuff.
As she walked back into the room, Hunter was trying to comfort Scott. “What if he left the country, just left everything, went back to France? I may never see him again.”
He cried on Hunter’s shoulder, and Hunter stroked his hair, looking up at Amanda helplessly.
