7. Noir #3
I went down. Down. Down. Down. Down to another planet.
Down to another world. Red smoke was swirling all around me as I fell and fell and fell.
A hundred stories. I knew I was going to crash, but I never did.
Finally I landed at the bottom, and took a step, but the bottom was only a ledge, and I fell and fell and fell.
Down. Down. Down. Another hundred stories to another planet, which was only another ledge.
My heart was thudding in my chest, and I knew I was going to crash and burn.
Another swirl of red smoke closed around me, and I heard strange, echoey, ghostly voices in my head.
I couldn’t make out what the voices were saying because I was falling, falling, falling. Down. Down. Down.
When I woke up, I was in a strange room. There were mats on the floor. There were mats on the wall. There were hooks and chains everywhere. It was either a madhouse, or a gymnasium, or maybe a torture chamber.
“He’s waking up,” said one of the voices.
I was lying on the canvas mat, and the first thing I noticed was that I was naked, and my hands were chained together with a chain, and that chain was chained to another chain which was chained into a hook on the wall.
My feet were chained too, but they were not connected to the wall.
Under the circumstances, my feet were relatively free.
“It’s too bad you wouldn’t cooperate with us, Mr. Piper,” said Big Mickey, looming over my prostrate body.
He was again immaculately and expensively dressed.
He even had a vest on under his jacket, and his fingers sparkled with large expensive diamond rings.
“These are my henchmen,” he said, pointing out the four other men in the room.
“My stooges, if you insist. This is Larry. This is Curly.” (That was strange.
Curly didn’t have a hair on his head.) “This is Mo. And the mean looking one over there is Wilbur. Be careful you don’t get on Wilbur’s bad side. He can be dangerous.”
My heart was fluttering in the pit of my stomach. What were they going to do to me?
“We have someone we’d like you to meet,” said Big Mickey.
He nodded to Larry and Curly who went through a steel door, I assume, into the next dungeon, because they came back dragging a forty-year old skinny, knobby-kneed naked man who’s hands and feet were cuffed as mine were.
“This is Everett,” Big Mickey said. Poor Everett looked like he’d already been through the mill.
“Everett, here, is a man who doesn’t pay his debts.
He owes Big Mickey bigtime. That’s bigtime money.
And poor Everett says he doesn’t have any money.
So until Everett finds some money, he’s going to have to stay here and be punished.
Nobody crosses Big Mickey. Larry, Curly.
Let’s show Peter, here, how we deal with guys who don’t cooperate.
” Larry started giggling wildly and insanely. Curly just smiled benignly.
They grabbed poor Everett’s bony arms and dragged him over a steel table, so that he was standing on the floor, but his chest and head were on the tabletop. There were steel wristcuffs built into the table, so they uncuffed Everett’s hands and locked him onto the hard table.
Larry went to the wall and lifted off a long leather strap. He held it by the handle and started snapping it in the air, like a rodeo star. Everett looked nervously over his shoulder. He was about to get some stripes.
“I think ten lashes for a start,” Big Mickey ordered.
Larry raised the lash and brought it down on Everett’s smooth white buttocks.
Everett screamed and began to circle his ass around.
It was really stinging him. Then another.
Then another. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Larry was laughing hysterically as the angry red welts arose on his victim’s tender cheeks.
It would take a while for them to disappear, if ever.
I felt so sorry for Everett. But his punishment wasn’t over.
After ten lashes, Larry laid down the whip.
Everett was blubbering pitifully. Curly walked over and ran his fingers over the raised stripes.
Everett howled. The wounds were sensitive to the touch.
Now both Larry and Curly began to fondle Everett’s torn flesh.
Curly licked one of his fingers, and Larry held the cheeks apart while Curly stuck his finger in the man’s ass.
He moved it back and forth, and gave Larry a smile of approval. Larry started giggling again.
They both started taking off their clothes and letting them drop onto the thick mat.
Curly got down on his knees and took Larry’s cock in his mouth to give it a good wetting.
Larry had a very impressive rod there, and as a matter of fact, so did Curly.
They were of similar length and thickness, but Larry’s was ramrod straight, and Curly’s bent upward a little.
It almost curled. I wondered it that’s how he got the name Curly.
Larry burrowed into Everett’s ass, slapping the fleshy cheeks joyously with his flat palm as he fucked.
It was like whipping a horse as you rode it.
“Faster, faster, you bitch,” he screamed, and poor Everett tried to move his middle more.
Anything to get Larry off and out of him.
If he didn’t like this one, wait till he got the curly one, I thought.
That was gonna be like getting fucked by Captain Hook.
Larry started making obscene noises and shivering all over. You almost thought that his cock was hurting him as the cum was spewing out. “GGGGHHH. GGGGHHHH.” And poor Everett who was getting the hot load in his guts remained perfectly silent. He just took it. What else could he do?
Larry stepped aside and Curly moved in. He seemed perfectly delighted with sloppy seconds.
The hole was nice and wet for him now, and he wouldn’t have to scrape along.
He was sliding in, and sliding down, just like on a ski slope.
Only here, he didn’t have to wait for the lift to take his knob to the top. He just moved his hips back a little.
Suddenly I noticed that Everett was reacting.
He was twitching his heiny around like crazy.
Something was doing something to him. His ass was starting to be very happy.
And then I figured it out. The curl must be stroking around on his prostate.
Nothing but a great prostate stroke could make a guy as happy as Everett now seemed to be.
Everett was getting so into being fucked now, that he was starting to participate, which had the reverse effect of what he wanted.
He wanted Curly to keep fucking him, but his behavior was making Curly want to cum.
Curly’s load was cuming, and nothing was going to stop it.
“Yaaach,” yelled Curly sharply as he shot.
Having accomplished his mission he abruptly extracted his missile while it was still rigid and curly.
A couple of more small jets of cum arched through the air onto the mat. Too bad. Everett could have had those.
“So now you see a little of what we have planned for you,” said Big Mickey evilly, smiling down at my helpless naked body.
“Please, no,” I begged. “I’ll do anything. Anything.”
“Anything? Then you’ll get the boy for me, yes?”
I paused. I did have my professional honor to consider. My reputation. I couldn’t let it get around that I had caved in to a big time hood. “No,” I answered. “I can’t do that.”
“Very well,” said Big Mickey. “You won’t do it now. Later on, you will. I promise you. Mo. Wilbur. He’s all yours.”
They moved Everett off the steel table and flopped him down on the mat. They moved me onto the steel table and cuffed my wrists. My vulnerable ass was in the air. I knew what was coming.
“Mo. Fifteen lashes,” announced Big Mickey.
I was outraged. “Fifteen!?!?” Everett only got ten.”
“Ahh, but your infraction is even worse than his. Go on, Mo.”
Mo raised the leather whip and splatted the straps against my tender ass. Whap. Whap. Whap. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. “GGGHHHHAAAA. GGGHHHHAAA. GGGGGHHHHAAAA.” That was me not the whip. The whip just went whap and thwack.
Finally it was over. Mo had worked up a nice little sweat. He was puffing a little from the exertion of beating someone’s ass to death. But he was smiling. “Can I fuck him now?” asked Mo beseechingly.
“In a little while, Mo. Be patient, dear boy,” said Big Mickey coming over and standing behind my ass. He rubbed my welts reflectively. “Have you ever had a cock up your ass, Mr. Piper?” he asked me.
“No!” I sputtered outraged. How dare he suggest that I’d had a cock up my ass?
“I suspected as much. A virgin hole. Sorry, Mo. You’ll have to wait a bit.
I want to be the first one in that hole.
” Mo stepped aside, and Big Mickey edged up to me.
I could feel the rough material of his pants on my ripped cheeks.
I heard him pull his zipper down, and I saw him going through some contortions as he dug his gangster dick out through the opening.
It was already starting to get hard. He started playing with it with one hand, and feeding his finger into my hole with the other.
“Larry. Would you be so good as to provide us with a little lubricant?” he asked crazy Larry, who was only too glad to oblige.
He fell to his knees as if he’d been shot and devoured his boss’ cock, making joyful noises as he got it wet.
“Now him,” said Big Mickey. Larry lifted off of Big Mickey and brought his wet sloppy mouth over to my rectum, where he slobbered it, and got it real wet. He even dug his tongue through the opening. That was kind of okay.