Liam's Mistake, Part 12: The Art of Deduction

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Once again, the zen music and soft glow of my alarm clock woke me.  Way too early to get out of bed.  Especially for summer break.  Liam groaned and woke up as well this time.  “Where are you going?” he mumbled sleepily.  “Squash with Geoffrey, I’ll be back in a few hours.”  “Didn’t you do that yesterday?” “Yep. Go back to sleep. You’ll need your rest.”  “Why’s that?” “Because you’re going to cum today.”

And with that juicy tidbit of information, I pulled on the rest of my clothes and sprinted out the door. This morning, I beat the 6:09 bus by a few minutes. Either that, or it was running late.  Regardless, I found myself with a couple minutes to spare, and spent them wondering about last night.  Did Oskar put up fight? How did they get away with it? Did they get away with it?  I had given Reggie a lot of leeway in his planning.  He was clever, but he didn’t have much time to prepare. He could have easily done something stupid.

Still, even if he was caught, Reggie would make sure to play it off as an elaborate, misguided prank. That was the cover story I had told him to stick with.  Kidnapping is hard to explain.  Eccentric, rich, spoiled adolescents pulling an elaborate prank on some other kid, on the other hand, was almost expected. Sure, their fathers would be pissed, but I doubted charges would even be pressed.

When the bus dropped me off downtown, I dialed Geoffrey for our usual confirmation conversation.

“Morning Sunshine.”
“Morning Geoffrey, you there?”
“Nope. Not coming.”
I stopped mid-step.
“What …?” I asked.
“Yeah, I’m not coming. But guess who is?”
“Who?”
“Eric. Called me this morning and said he would play you this morning.  Told me not to bother coming in.”

Entering the locker room, I go to my father’s locker.  Eric’s nowhere to be seen. I change and start rolling the squash ball on the floor to warm it up.  Eric enters the room.

“Morning Jack”
“Morning.”
“Did you by any chance see the news last night? Or this morning?”
“No, why?”
“They issued an Amber Alert. Some kid went missing late last night. Well, late last night was when they noticed him gone.”
“Sucks for him, sure it wasn’t some three year old getting taken by his father who lost custody?”
“Nope, his parents were together on TV weeping for him.  Plus, he’s 16.”
“oh.”
“Funny thing,” and now fully dressed he looked directly at me, “He was at my party Saturday night.”
“Was he?” I asked “Do we know him?”
“No. But your little queer bait from the party does.  He was the kid Brannon found your boy cuddling that night.”
“Odd coincidence.”
“I thought so too.”

We headed out to the courts and began our pregame warm up.
“Anyway,” he added just as we were finishing up, “they don’t have any suspects or leads”
He served the ball.
“That’s too bad”
I returned it, sending it along the far wall.
“Yup, so as long as no one makes a ransom demand or so long as his dead body doesn’t come up, the police are completely stumped.”
He snagged it, sent it into the opposite corner.
“Well, I hope they make a break.”
I grunted as I reached, and ricocheted it off the side wall before letting it slide along the front. He didn’t bother chasing it.
“Nice point.  They’ll probably start interviewing people from my party, find out what he was doing there. And then they’ll ask those people he encountered what they were doing last night.”
He handed me the ball.
“That sounds reasonable.”
I prepared to serve.

He grabbed my arm and stopped me. “Jack, where were you last night?”  “Bought a suit at Ferguson’s, had dinner here, and then saw Spring Awakening.  Busy all night long.”  “And your little fag?”  “With me the entire time.” “Good to hear.”

We continued our practice before beginning to play in earnest. Eric is shorter than me, but thicker around the shoulders and chest.  His style of play was powerful, dangerously well placed shots, intent on using the speed of the ball to make my own strokes errant and poorly aimed.  I countered by trying to force him to run as much as possible, aiming for the back corners when he was too far forward and letting it drop against the wall when he was too far back.  Even so, he took a commanding lead at the beginning, and only towards the end did the game get close as he began to tire.  Shortly before I was going to overtake him, we called it a game.

“Alright,” he said as he pulled off his goggles,  “I’m going to lift now. Care to join me?” I groaned but agreed. I never enjoy lifting, but at least when it’s with someone, it’s bearable. Besides, saying no to Eric isn’t usually an option.

After lifting and showering, we grabbed breakfast. Over our omelets, Eric started making small talk. Just stuff about his current summer internship which had just started this week, the girls he was fucking, how sick the party was this weekend, the girls he was fucking, the girls he was fucking, the girls he was fucking, the girl he was kinda seeing but cheating on, and the girls he was fucking.

“So, dude, what’s up with you and that little fag?” Ah, so that’s what he was getting at.
“What do you mean, what’s up with him?” Eat my evasive maneuvers, you smug shit.
“Look... I know you. We’ve been friends a long time. And you’ve never had a girlfriend. So tell me right now, are you gay?”
“I mean... I don’t know. I like guys, I like girls. I just like fucking. What’s wrong with that?”
“What’s wrong with that is you’re being a fucking queer. You’re fucking a fucking queer. Fuck, don’t tell me you’re dating him.”
“What he’s doing in my bed is my business, not yours, Eric. I don’t ask the details behind your closed doors, don’t ask the details behind mine.”
He sighed and leaned back.
“Fine... just... be careful, man.”
I chuckled at that. “Me be careful? Compared to what you’re doing?”
“What I’m doing is socially acceptable. Hell, even expected. I’m a rich, intelligent, charismatic, good-looking teenage playboy.”
“Narcissistic much?”
“Shut up.  People EXPECT me to get with every slam piece in sight. They don’t say it aloud, but they expect it. And then when they see me with another girl, they just smile and nod, like they know some grand secret. And then they stop looking, because they think they know all I’ve got to hide.”
“So? You don’t care that they know all about you?”
“Don’t be a dumbass, Jack. Of course they don’t know all about me, but they think they do. That’s what’s important. I hide everything important in plain sight.”
He paused, as if he had just said something of extreme importance.  I waited. He leaned forward and hissed at me.
“Everyone thinks you’re up to something, Jack. Because you’re rich and reclusive. They don’t know anything about you, so they fill in the details with whatever they want. There’s more rumors about me floating around than you, but the rumors that float around about you are far, far worse.”
“Why should I care about what they say? It’s all just hot air.  I’ll do what I want, when I want to, and I’ll keep it to myself. Understood?”
“Fine.”
“Good. Now, as always, it’s been a pleasure,  my Lord Eric. But if you’ll excuse me, I must depart. You see, I have Igor waiting in the lab and I was planning on resurrecting the Frankenstein Monster tonight before the peasant mob comes to burn me alive.”
He chuckled as I got up. “Sounds cool. Thought of any good last words yet?”
“No, they’ll come to me at the right moment.”

I left the club and stood at the bus stop, waiting for the next one to arrive.  Checking my cell phone, I saw it was 8:59 AM. Perfect timing.  A few seconds later I felt a tap on my shoulder and a duffel bag handle being pressed into my hands.  Reggie had come through.

“I trust everything went smoothly last night?”
“Without a hitch.”
“Fantastic. I’ll grab dinner at your house tonight.”
“As you wish.”
“And then we’ll go for a drive after.”
“As you wish.”

And with plans made, Reggie was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief. The 9:02 bus arrived and I stepped on, flashing my bus pass. All was well.

Arriving back at home, I found Liam on his knees on my bed, surfing on my computer, looking at porn while furiously humping the fingers he had shoved up his ass while his other hand rolled one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger.  I dropped the duffel and walked up behind him. Grabbing him from behind I tweaked his other nipple as I whispered “See? You love playing with them. We’ll get them pierced tomorrow.”  He mewled in pain, horniness, anticipation, need, and I chuckled at his desperation. “Kitten,” I said, “suck my dick.”

He pulled his fingers out of his ass, and wheeled around on the bed to face me. Half kneeling, half lying on the bed, he reached up to my fly and unzipped my pants.  My cock was already hard and throbbing from his little display earlier, and it popped out the moment by underwear no longer held it in place.  I grabbed Liam’s hair as he stared up at me, his perky pink tongue hanging out over his lip, millimeters from my the dark purple, pulsing head of my cock.  His now practiced tongue flicked the tip of my cock lightly before swirling around the head and then stroking my frenulum.  Groaning in pleasure, I thrust my cock into his waiting mouth, grabbing his hair tightly as I fucked his face.  He gagged a little as my cock hit the back of his throat and I pulled out to give him some breathing space. I flipped him onto his back with his head hanging off the edge before driving my cock back into his mouth and down his waiting throat.  In and out, I fucked his face, watching his neck distend and swell every time I drove my cock in.  A few more thrusts and I pulled out. No sense in spilling my load just yet.  He gasped and rubbed the tears from his eyes as I stuffed my hard cock back into my pants.

    “Here, carry this for me.” I said, tossing him the duffle, then turned and headed out the door.  He followed after me, naked except for the CB locked around his cock and the duffel he was carrying.  Heading down to the basement, we reached the bookshelf that hid the dungeon, and I triggered it, swinging it open, and I walked inside.

    Following me in, Liam gasped at what he saw. “Sir, when did you find the time to sneak this in here?”  I looked over the slightly modified lat pull down machine in the middle of the room, and shrugged, “You have to leave me some of my secrets. Drop that duffel over here.”  I sat down on the seat of the machine, legs spread, leaning against the padded back.  I set the weight to 60 lbs, and patted my thigh, signaling Liam to sit down. on it.  He did so, wrapping his arms around me. “So, are we working out today?” “Well... you are.” “I thought you said I was going to cum today!” “You are, kitten.”  He looked at me in confusion and then pecked me on the cheek. Pulling his body closer to me, he whispered in his ear and massaged my hard cock. “You know what workout I think I should do today?” he leered seductively. “Ride my hard cock?” I suggested.

He winked at me and undid the button of my pants, pulling out my hard cock. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in for a deep, hard kiss, biting his lower lip and fucking his mouth with my tongue as my other hand found his hole and massaged it.  He moaned into the kiss as my fingers found their way inside him. Hooking them forward, I played with his prostate and pulled him right over my hard cock. I lowered him on to my fat dick, and he reached up to steady himself on the pulldown bar.  The head of my cock popped into his hole and I let go. He fell the remaining 8 inches straight down my cock, buried in him to the hilt.  Liam let out a surprised “oh” and then looked ruefully up at the pulldown bar. “Not a lot of weight on that,” he said. “Do it for a few hours, and it’ll feel heavy.”  “Yeah?” he quizzed, rocking his  hips back and forth, fucking himself on my cock, “and why would I do it for a few hours?”  “Because,” i said as I nibbled his neck and thrust into him harder, “I’m going to make you.”

    I thrust into him a few more times, feeling him pant and mewl before I told him  to get up. He looking at me questioningly, and I said “I told you that you were going to cum today, remember?”  Excitedly, he nodded, and i told him to put his hands on his head and keep them there.  I pulled out the key and unlocked the padlock on the CB. Carefully dismantling the contraption, I inspected his cock and balls for any soreness or redness where the ring might have rubbed him raw.  My brief inspection found no problems, but it did cause his deprived cock to get hard and stand fully erect for the first time in a few days.

I got up, motioning for him to sit where I had been sitting.  I grabbed some leather cuffs from the bureau and cinched them around his wrists before breaking out some cable ties and using them to fasten his cuffs to the bar above his head.  “Pull down as far as you can for me.” The bar made it to just an inch above his head before it stopped. “Perfect. I modified this machine slightly. It can only pull down that far. But there are some additional modifications I need to point out.”  Opening the duffel, I was pleased to see Reggie had following through on my requests. “This,” I said, pulling out the first item, “it a Venus 2000. Think of it as a lot like a milker for a dairy cow. It’ll keep sucking on your cock until it turns offs.”  I fastened it on his hard cock, carefully adjusting the air valves, and strapping it around his balls so it would not come off.  “Up on the balls of your feet, please.” He stood up as I pulled the next device out of the duffel.

“This,” I said, holding it up to him, “is a remote controlled vibrator with an inflatable bulb, I think it’s fairly obvious where it goes.” Lubing up his hole, I slipped the vibrator up his ass before giving it a few pumps to inflate it. “Try pushing it out, kitten.” Liam strained briefly, “I don’t think I can, sir.” “Good.”  I took the controls to both the vibrator and the Venus and connected them to my other modification of the pull down machine.  Then, grabbing some ankle cuffs, I locked his legs together in the space underneath the seat.  Leaving him to get comfortable, I pulled out the final thing in the duffel: a small pill bottle containing a few small pills and I walked to the bathroom. I emptied the two blue pills into my hand and then used the pill bottle as a cup and filled it with water.  Walking back to Liam, I popped the two pills into his mouth, held the bottle to his lips, and said “swallow.”  Once the pills were washed down, I stood in front of him, my hard cock at his head’s height.

“So Liam, do you think you understand what’s about to happen?” “I’ve got a pretty good idea sir.” “Good, explain.”  “Well, I think you just fed me two viagras to keep me hard, and then you’re going to turn on the vibrator and the venus and force me to orgasm over and over again. I’ve got no idea how the pulldown bar is involved.”  “Pretty close, the pulldown bar controls how hard and fast you’re fucked. The father down you pull it, the gentler the vibrator and the venus, the higher up it is, the more they vibrate.” “Oh.” I let him reflect briefly on the implication.

“Think you’re ready?” “Um, sure, only question, master.” “Yes, kitten?” “How long will I be here for?” “That’s for me to know and you to speculate on.” And with that, I flipped the switch. Liam moaned as the vibrator started inside him. “How does it feel?” “Really, really good, master.” I watched him twitch and moan for a while, raising and lowering the bar to tease him more softly or fuck him harder, depending on how he felt. It was a strange form of masturbation, stimulating himself himself with the machine I had locked him into.  He was caught in an illusion of choice; he could choose the intensity but could not change the substance of the situation.  The sweat formed on his brow, and I saw him raise the bar a bit higher to push himself over the edge.  I walked over, and pushed the bar down, and he whimpered, “Please let me cum, sir.”  “Suck me off first, boy.”  I shoved my cock into his mouth and fucked his face, while he vibrated, twitched and moaned on the edge of orgasm beneath me.

Finally, I came, blasting my load on his face.  Letting go of the bar, I pulled up my pants and put away my cock.  I stepped out of the door just as the first orgasm ripped through him, causing him to spasm in his restraints, flooding the venus with days of built up cum.  “Enjoy, Liam. See you in a few hours.” “thank you, sir!” He called after me, and I chuckled as I closed the bookshelf behind me. A few more hours and he’ll be cursing me, begging to be released. Sometimes pleasure can be the worst of all tortures.