Trolley Cops

Part 2

Here’s where we left off last time:

...“What the fuck....?” Luis coughed, struggling to catch his breath and crawling to his knees.  The deliveryman shoved him on the floor and turned him onto his back.  He straddled him, pinning his arms to his sides with his muscular legs.  He shoved the chloroformed cloth under Luis’ nose and held it tightly in place while the cop struggled.

"Mmmmpppphhh.... mmmmppphhhh...." Luis moaned as the fumes began to take effect.  He was just starting to slip away when he heard footsteps.  He looked up and saw a man walk into the living room.  It was Rico...

Rico walked up to where Johnny had Luis pinned to the floor.  He was followed by Rafael, Tony and Martin, who quickly closed all the blinds and curtains in the house.  Rico got down on his knees and pulled the chloroformed cloth away from Luis’ face.  “Hello cunt boy,” he said.

Luis gasped for fresh air, deeply breathing to fill his lungs with fresh air.  Even though he wasn’t in direct contact with the chloroform anymore, he was still severely weakened from its effects and could hardly move.

“Whattaya want?” Luis asked.

Rico slowly shook his head back and forth.  “You know, Luis, you shouldn’ta come after my boys like that.  But, what the hell.  If they can’t take care of themselves, what use are they to me?  Anyway, we just came by to say ‘hello’ and to if you wanted to play some more.”

”Fuck you,” Luis snarled.  “You know the only reason last time happened was ‘cuz you guys had me and Michael drink that stuff and sniff that shit.  You had us all drugged up and shit.  You know I’m not some fuckin’ pansy.”

“Oh Luis, Luis,” Rico said, running his fingers through Luis’ thick black hair.  “I don’t think you know what you are or what you need.”

Luis tried to move his head away but Johnny held it in place.  “You don’t know anything about me, asshole.”

“Well, I know that before today’s over you’re gonna be beggin’ me and my boys to fuck your ass.  Or should I say, your pussy?” Rico smiled.

Luis took a deep breath, pumping up his chest.  He swallowed hard and was shaking his head vehemently.  “No.  No fuckin’ way.  You used those drugs last time and you know that wasn’t me.  You know I’d never beg you to fuck me.”

Rico just shrugged his shoulders and picked up the cloth.  He re-wet it with the chloroform.  “We’ll see, cunt boy.  We’ll see.  I have a feelin’ you’re a big pussy deep down inside.”  And with that, he slowly put the cloth to Luis’ face and held it while the buffed stud struggled.  After a minute or so, Luis had ceased struggling but Rico held the cloth in place a few seconds longer, just to be sure that the stud was completely out.  Satisfied, he tossed the cloth away.  He looked at Luis’ face and lifted his eyelid, watching the dark brown eye roll back.  He realized just how handsome the cop was.  Black hair and brown eyes, nice lips (not thick, but still nice), no scar.  He lifted Luis’ t-shirt and rubbed the stud’s chest.  For a guy with Luis’ Italian heritage, he didn’t have as much body hair as you’d think, but there was still some hair on his chest and a beautiful treasure trail that snaked down toward the waistband of his sweats.  Rico felt Luis’ nipples and pec.  He knew Luis worked out frequently and it showed.  He had a very well defined upper body.

“What’s next?” Johnny asked.

“Let’s take him to his room and dress him in his uniform,” Rico said.  “Then we’ll bring him back out here and tie him to the table.  On his back.”  He looked over to Rafael and Tony.  “Go out and move the van and then bring in my bag.”

Johnny, Martin and Rico picked Luis’ up and half-carried, half-dragged the knocked out stud to his room, lying him on his bed while they found his uniform.  Rico didn’t bother to pull Luis’ t-shirt up over his head.  Instead, he ripped it right off and tossed it to the floor.  “We can use it for a gag later if we need it.”

Luis had a couple of uniforms hanging in the closet and Martin chose one and brought it to Rico.  Then he opened Luis’ dresser and found a new t-shirt and navy blue socks.

As Johnny lifted Luis’ ass a few inches off the bed, Rico slid his sweatpants down and off.  His long legs were moderately hair and rippled with muscles.  But the real prize was his bulge.  Rico could see why Luis chose briefs over boxers.  The stud was so well endowed that he needed something to keep his big dick and balls in place.  Even in his soft state, the white Hanes briefs were packed full.  Rico, Martin and Johnny took a few minutes to feel up Luis’ hot body.

Tony and Rafael came in a few minutes later.  “I put your bag in the living room,” Tony said as he and Rafael joined in the group feel-up. 

“Mmmm... he’s hot,” Johnny said, readjusting his dick in his loose boxers.  “I really wanna fuck him, Rico.”

“You’ll get your turn,” Rico said.  “And it’s gonna be sweet ‘cuz he’s gonna beg for it.”

“How do you figure?” Johnny asked, smiling.

“Help me tie him to the table and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Together Rico, Johnny, Martin, Tony and Rafael dressed Luis in his uniform and shoes carried him into the living room.  Vinny and James were waiting for them.  They’d been waiting out in the van and had come inside now that the coast was clear.

“Johnny,” Rico said, “go back and get the blanket off his bed and lay it on the table.  He’s gonna be there a while.  Might as well make him comfortable.  Vinny, James... clean off the table, will ya?”

Johnny came back with the blanket and they laid the unconscious Luis onto it.  They positioned him so that his ass was at the very edge of the table and rested his feet on a couple of chairs.  They spread his arms over his head and tied them to the table legs.  Then they wrapped another rope around his body and under the table, securing it.  Luis was still asleep.

“So, Rico,” Johnny said, “now you gonna tell us how you gonna make Luis beg us to fuck him?”

Rico nodded.  “Sit down and take a load off, guys.  But someone keep an eye out for any visitors and shit.  Somehow I don’t believe Luis when he says Mikey’s outta town.”  Johnny took a seat near the living room window where he cracked one of the blinds, giving him a clear view of the entire street.

“Okay, here’s how we’re gonna make Luis into a cock beggin’ pussy.  I learned this a few years ago.  When I was younger and not as wise as I am today.  But I don’t wanna ever hear that any of yous guys are using this move ‘cuz it’s mine.  Understand?”  Everybody nodded.

Rico continued.  “Okay, a few years ago, right after I graduated from high school, I was valet parking at this restaurant in the Gas Lamp.  Anyways, this place got a lot of business from conventions and tourists and one night they were having a doctors’ convention.  Well, midnight rolls around and my shift is just about up.  Plus, the party had already broken up, except for this one guy sitting by himself at the bar drinking.  So I go up to him and say ‘excuse me, mister, my shift is almost over and my ride is here so I went out and parked your car right across the street.  Here are your keys.’  He takes the keys and takes a longer look at me and my buddy.  It was Shane.  You guys remember Shane, don’t you?  Anyway, this guy is in his 40s or something and he looks just like that guy on that Sex and the City Show.  You know who I’m talkin’ about.  Fuck, he was a dead ringer for him.”

Rafael laughed, nodding.  “Yeah, Mr. Big.  But I’d take Samantha chick any day.  Now that bitch looks like she can party.”

“So,” Rico says, continuing his story, “this Mr. Big says he should leave anyways ‘cuz he’s got some meetings the next day.  Well, he stands up to leave and practically falls on his ass.  And it was a nice ass, too!  He’s all like ‘geez, looks like maybe I had a few too many.’  He wasn’t really slurrin’ or anything, but you could tell he was feelin’ good.  So I offer to call him a cab.  He hands me his cell phone as me and Shane help him walk outside.  Before I can even dial, he takes it back and says ‘look, I’m at the Wyndham Emerald Plaza just a few block from here.  I’ll give you $50 dollars if you drive me back to my hotel.’  I said I knew where his hotel was so he hands me a fuckin’ $50 bill!  I tell him I’m not supposed to be doin’ this, but he says he won’t tell if I don’t.  Plus it’s $50 bucks and I’d been bustin’ my ass to make my rent ever since my roommate bailed.  So I said to myself, what the fuck, and I got into his car.  I told Shane to follow in his car, but dumbass Shane had a coupla 40s while waitin’ for me and was countin’ on me drivin’.  Mr. Big overhears me chewin’ Shane’s ass so he tells Shane to get in to his car, too.  Shane gets in the back seat and Mr. Big gets in next to me.  I started to drive and he says ‘why don’t you show me the city?’ and I says ‘dude, it’s midnight.  Nobody’s around.’  He handed me a $100 bill and says ‘just drive, man.  I don’t wanna go back yet.’  So I say ‘sure’ and I take him down to Shelter Island and around Coronado, up to Mission Bay.  You know, all the touristy places.  So, we finally get back to his hotel and it’s like way past 1:00 am.  He had a flask in his pocket and he and Shane had been passing it back and forth the whole time and I could tell they were both feelin’ good.  Me, I was a little pissed at Shane ‘cuz now was gonna have to drag his fuckin’ ass back down to the Gaslamp to get his car.  You know what guys?  I’m starved.  Is there anything to eat or drink here,” Rico asked, interrupting his story.

James and Tony dug through the fridge and cupboards and found some chips, salsa, cold pizza, soda and beer.  They set it out on the coffee table and started to eat.  Luis was still out.

Rico took a handful of chips.  “Now where was I?  Oh, that’s right.  Mr. Big asks us if we’ll help him to his room.  I said that the desk clerk could do that for him, but he hands me and Shane $50 buck each, and shit.... I’m not gonna give away free money!  But in the back of my mind I’m thinkin’ that this guy has more on his mind than just goin’ up to his room.  I ain’t never done no shit with a guy before.  Well, not before that night, anyway.  But Shane... shit... you know how Shane was.  Always a tease... flirtin’ with anything with two legs.  By the way, did you guys hear that Shane’s up in West Hollywood these days sellin’ his ass on the street?  I hear he makes bucks.  But anyway, Mr. Big’s already given me like $200 bucks and that’ll totally help out with my rent, so I say, what the fuck.  I figure he’s too drunk to try anything and even if he does, I’m pretty sure I can kick his ass.”

“So, what happened next?”  Tony asked.

“Well, shit head, if you wouldn’t interrupt me I could finish.  Kripes!  So, I have the valet park the car and Mr. Big gives me his room key and we all walk in.  I’m all nervous that someone’ll look at us funny and call the cops, thinking that we’re hustlers or somethin’.  But he must be some kinda big spender because we didn’t get a second look from anybody.  We get in the elevator and his room is like on the top floor.  I open the door for him and hand him back his key and he invites us in for a drink.  I says ‘thanks man, you’ve been real cool, but it’s gettin’ late and all and I should get home.’  And then the fucker hands us both another $50!  So we go in and the place is awesome!  Fuckin’ sweetest views of the city you’ve ever seen.  And the place is posh.  He calls room service and orders up a pizza and a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue.  Now that Johnnie Walker Blue’s some expensive shit so I’m not about to say no to a shot.  The room service dude brings the stuff up and Mr. Big pours each of us a shot.  But I tell him that all I can do is one ‘cuz I gotta drive home.  But Shane?  Shit... one shot turns into two and then three and pretty soon I can see that he’s feelin’ real good.  He was already half in the bag, but now he’s just being stupid.  And me?  Well, I’m feelin’ all chilled, too.  I found out later that Mr. Big’d slipped something into our glasses before he poured the shots, and since Shane drank more, it hit him more.  Anyways, like I said, I’m all chilled, sittin’ back on a chair just watchin’ TV... to be honest, I wasn’t really able to do much else.  Plus I’m all dressed in my valet uniform and look like a total geek.  Mr. Big hands me another shot and instead of sayin’ no, I just take it.  But I sip it.  Then he takes another long look at Shane.  Shane’s wearin’ a wife beater and jeans... total Marky Mark wanna be... showin’ off his Calvins and all.  And Mr. Big asks him if he can touch him.”

“And did he?” Martin asked, interrupting the story.

“Would you just shut the fuck up?” Johnny said.  “I wanna hear this!”

“Well,” Rico said.  “Back then Shane was a total player.  As far as I knew, he’d never done it with a guy, but he was a total cock tease.  His body was fine and he knew how to use it to get what he wanted.  Hey, if you got it, flaunt it, right?  Anyways, Shane says ‘give me another $100 bucks and I’ll let you touch me.’  And the fucker tosses him ANOTHER $100 bill!  That’s where I started to wig.  I’m like ‘hey guys, I’m straight... I’m not into this’ and Mr. Big comes over to me and give me $100 buck and tells me to just shut up and watch.  Fuck, a $100 bucks just to keep my mouth shut and watch!  Yes sir!  Shane downs another shot and walks up to the Mr. Big.  Mr. Big sticks $100 bill into his front pocket and I can totally see him squeezin’ Shane’s dick.  But hey, he gave me $100 bucks to keep my mouth shut so I just go back to watching TV.  Well, sorta.  I gotta admit, I was gettin’ kinda hot just watchin’ ‘em.  So, Shane goes over to the bed and sits down.  Thinking back now, I could tell Shane was feelin’ whatever the guy gave us.  I don’t know if it was E, GHB or a roofie... but Shane’s all actin’ like his lap dog.  Me, I can’t believe my eyes, and I sit back, pour myself a little more Johnnie Walker and watch Shane flirt with Mr. Big.  He tells Shane to come back over to him and so Shane stands up and swaggers on over.  You know how Shane used to play it.  That boy had the moves!  You could totally see his pierced nipples right through his wife beater, which was pretty tight, and his pants were riding low, showin’ a few inches of his Calvins.  He’s buzzed and all just stands there, posing in front of Mr. Big.  Mr. Big’s got this big grin on his face and puts another $50 buck into Shane’s pocket and tells him to take off his shirt and shit if Shane doesn’t do it!  Like I said, there’s about 4 inches of his Calvins showin’ and Mr. Big puts a $50 bill into the waistband and tells him to undo his belt.  Shane does and says ‘wanna see more?’  Mr. Big nods and Shane says ‘ya know it’s gonna cost ya.’  Mr. Big grins again and pulls out a roll of cash.  I can see it’s a bunch of $20s and $50s.  He sticks the wad in Shane’s pocket and Shane puts his hands over his head and says ‘I’m yours, dude.’  I couldn’t fuckin’ believe it!  I’d never seen two guys doin’ shit like that before.  Mr. Big unbuttons Shane’s jeans and they fall to the floor.  His fuckin’ underwear is totally bulgin’ and shit if I’m not startin’ to get hard just lookin’ at it!  Mr. Big stands up and slowly moves Shane backwards over to the bed and sits him down.  Then he sits down next to him and gently pushes Shane onto his back and starts touchin’ his nipples and twistin’ ‘em and Shane’s all moanin’ and shit.  Then he pulls Shane’s underwear right off.  Fuck, but Shane musta been horny ‘cuz his dick was standin’ up like a flagpole and dripping pre-fuck.  Mr. Big grabs starts giving Shane a hand job.  He pulls a bottle of poppers outa the drawer and gives Shane a snort.  Fuckin’ Shane is higher than a kite now and that’s when he did it.”

“Did what?” Johnny asked, rubbing his crotch.

“When Shane was all flyin’ on the poppers, Mr. Big guy took a small bag of powder outta the drawer where he had the poppers.  I can see that it’s coke.  Anyway, he let’s it mix in with Shane’s cum that’s on his fingers and hands and he starts to rub Shane’s prick tip and ass pucker.  I guess the stuff absorbs into your body tissue somehow and makes you all excited and horny.  Before I know it, he got three fingers up Shane’s ass and Shane’s all moanin’ like some slut!”

“Oh shit!  That’s so hot!”

“Yeah, tell me about it.  I finished my Johnnie Walker and Mr. Big tosses me the poppers and tells me to take a snort.  Now, I’d never had anything like that before, but fuck, I was buzzin’ really good then and hey, the guy had just given me a couple hundred bucks, so I take a big snort and I’m like ‘whoooooooo!’  Fuck!  I think I even blacked out.  I’m flying and when I come back down I see that Mr. Big’s got Shane’s legs over his shoulders and he’s fuckin’ him, and Shane’s beggin’ for it.  I just stood there watchin’ him pound the shit outta Shane’s ass and Shane’s still wantin’ more.  After Mr. Big blows his load he tells me to take some more of the poppers and I do.  When I go to put the bottle down he puts it back to my nose and tells me to keep breathin’ it.  It was like I couldn’t stop myself.  The more I sniffed the more I wanted.  I don’t even remember how many hits I took.  But I could feel him undoin’ my pants and pullin’ my dick out and shit and next thing I know, Shane’s legs are over MY shoulders and I’M plowin’ his ass.  I even had on a condom and I don’t even fuckin’ know how it got there!  It was like I was on fuckin’ auto pilot ‘cuz my hips were just pumpin’ and thrustin’.  From then on, I’ve been into chicks and guys.”

“Shit,” Tony said, his jaw practically on the floor.  “That’s fuckin’ wild!” 

“After I came Mr. Big gave me another hit of poppers and then he was fuckin’ me.  Like I said, he musta slipped something into that Johnnie Walker ‘cuz I was just spinnin’.  I musta passed out, ‘cuz when I opened my eyes it was light out and Mr. Big was gone.  Shane was next to me and he was just wakin’ up, too.  When I put my pants on there was a buncha cash in the pocket and there was a note on the table saying thanks and that the room was all paid for and to order breakfast if we wanted.  Shit.... we got outta there as fast as we could.  Anyway, that’s the story.”

Rico looked around the room.  The guys were speechless.  He smiled.  “So, THAT’S what I got planned for Luis.  I got me a little coke here and before long he’s gonna be so fuckin’ hot and horny and hard that he’s gonna be begging all of us to fuck the shit outta him! “

“Man, I’m so fuckin’ horny right now man, I don’t know if I can wait,” James said.

“As soon as sleepin’ beauty wakes up, his mouth is yours, man.  In fact, you can all fuck that pretty face as much as you want.

“We’re gonna film it, aren’t we?” Martin asked.

“You bet,” Rico replied.  “Let’s get that stuff set up before he comes to.  It shouldn’t be long now.”

Martin and Tony got busy setting up video cameras on tripods and making sure there were plenty of cameras about for anybody to grab and snap a picture.

Luis began to come to and as the chloroform fog lifted, he realized where he was and remembered what had happened.  He tried to move and realized that not only was he tied down, he was dressed in his uniform!

“Hey guys, he’s up!” Martin cried out.

“Good, let me at him,” Rafael said, unzipping his pants.  “Give me that pretty mouth.”  He crawled up onto the dining room table and straddled Luis’ chest.  He pulled his dick out of his boxers and lifted Luis’ head.  “Come on, bitch, suck it!”

Luis cursed and twisted his head but Johnny came over and grabbed it firmly.  Martin and Tony each opened a bottle of poppers and put them to Luis’ nostrils.  “Breathe it in, pussy boy, breathe it in.”

The intoxicating aroma did its trick and all Luis’ resistance drifted away.  Rafael slid his cock into Luis’ mouth and began to thrust his hips.  Luis was so out of it he didn’t realize that he was sucking the fat fuck stick lodged in his mouth, drooling spooge down his throat.

Just then a car could be heard pulling into the driveway.  Johnny peered through the blinds.  “Looks like we got company.  Ooooh, it’s Mikey!  And I thought Luis said he was out for the night.”

Michael sat in his car for a few minutes before getting out.  He was a little bummed as he thought back on the events of the last couple of hours.  Without telling his girlfriend, Julie, he’d cancelled their Vegas trip and instead planned a romantic weekend.  He was going to take her to La Jolla shores in the morning for a picnic and then up to Julian to a little bed and breakfast.  It’d been three weeks since he’d touched her and she’d been more than understanding.  She knew what had happened to him and was so supportive.  Today he was planning on showing her how much he appreciated her and how much she meant to him.

He'd been in counseling for three weeks and it had done him a world of good.  The rape, for the most part, was behind him and he was ready to get on with his life.  As Julie opened her apartment door he grinned from ear to ear, happy just to see her.  They began to kiss and before he knew it, they were on the couch making out.

Michael was already totally horny.  After all, it had been three weeks!  He hadn’t even masturbated and could feel his nuts boiling over with his spunk.  He wanted like hell to jump Julie’s bones right there, but he had a plan.  He wanted it to be special and romantic and sweet.  He was wearing new jeans, rinsed Indigo blue Levis that hugged every curve of his muscular legs and bubble butt, a tight black ribbed v-necked sweater, and black Kenneth Cole shoes.  His blond hair was styled and tousled and he looked like a runway model.  His pants were bulging and he thought they were gonna split right at the seams. 

Michael knew he should get the day started, but Julie kept kissing him and now she was grabbing his crotch.   Oh shit... he was done for!  She took off his sweater and began to lick and nibble his titties.  He groaned with pleasure as he took her blouse off and unhooked her bra, gently caressing her full, supple breasts.  As he fondled her tits, she undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans.  She ran her hands over his briefs and felt how big and full his balls were.  Michael was a well-endowed stud.  Hard, he was almost 10 inches with a big, plum-shaped head.  His whole dick, from his veiny shaft to the head, was sensitive and he could barely keep from cumming as he felt her soft hands stroking it.  She smiled, knowing it was all for her.  They continued to strip and kiss and soon she was down to just her lace thong panties and he to his bulging white briefs.

Suddenly there was a pounding at the door.  “Ignore it... they’ll go away,” Michael whispered.  But they didn’t.  The pounding got louder and more incessant.

“Julie, are you there?  It’s me... Shari,” a voice on the other side of the door cried out.  She sounded like she was crying.  Julie quickly slipped her clothes back on and opened the door.

“Are you okay, Shari?” she asked.  “What’s wrong?”

Shari continued to sob and Julie took her by the arm and brought her inside.  Michael was in the corner, back to the girls, trying to yank his jeans up over his bulging briefs, get his sock and shoes back on, and pull on his sweater.  He finally turned around, somewhat composed, when he caught his reflection in the wall mirror and realized he’d forgotten to zip his fly.  It was all the way down and spread wide open.  His face went beet red and he quickly spun around as he struggled to zip it up.  When he finally got it zipped he turned back around and smiled sheepishly.  “Hey Shari,” he said, still red-faced, but trying to regain his composure.

Shari hadn’t even noticed.  She was still crying and it was evident something was wrong.  Julie was doing her best to calm her down.

“It’s Tilly,” Shari sobbed.  Tilly was her cat.  Shari was the world’s biggest animal lover.

“What’s wrong with Tilly,” Julie asked, rubbing Shari’s arm.

“I found her on the back patio.  The coyotes must’ve got her last night.”

Now Julie started to cry.  She and Shari were best friends and she’d been there the day Shari found Tilly at the animal shelter.  Julie covered her mouth with the back of her hand.  “I’m so sorry,” she said, her eyes misty and her voice cracking.  The two girls hugged and cried.

Michael put his hand on Shari’s shoulder and squeezed it.  “I’m sorry.  Really.  Julie, honey?  I think you should stay with Shari.”

”No, wait,” Julie whispered.  “This is your day.  Don’t let me ruin it.”

Michael hugged Julie and shook his head.  “No.  This is too important.”

“I’m so sorry,” Shari sobbed, sensing she had interrupted something.

Michael turned to her and gave her a big hug.  “Don’t be sorry.  Me and Julie are great.”

“I’ll walk you out,” Julie said, grabbing her coat.

Once outside the front door Michael turned to Julie.  “My balls are as blue as my jeans, Jules.”

”I know, baby.  I know.  Tomorrow... I promise.  We’ll spend the day here, in bed.”  She stroked his cock through his jeans.  “I’ve been missing this, too, you know.”

Michael’s knees practically buckled at the sensation.  “Okay.  Tomorrow.”  He gave her a long passionate kiss.  “I love you.”

As he drove home he tried to call Luis to give him a heads up but kept getting the machine.  ‘Hmmmm.... he must be out.’  He had to do his best not to pull over masturbate right there, but he wanted to save it all for Julie tomorrow.  But fuck!  He pulled into the driveway next to Luis’ car.

From his vantage point at the front window, Johnny could see Michael parked.  “He’s just sittin’ there.  Okay, wait, here he comes.”

Luis’ eyes widened, but Rafael’s cock in his mouth kept him from crying out.  Rico fished through his bag and found a poppers mask and tossed it over to Johnny.  “As soon as Mikey walks in, get him with this and keep him all fucked up and woozy.  I got a plan.”

Michael walked up the front walkway and tried the door.  It was locked.  He inserted his key, opened it, and stepped inside.  "Hey Luis’ you here?  Whe..."  He stopped mid-sentence as he saw the sight in front of him.  There was Luis, tied to the table with some guy’s dick in his mouth.  Michael furiously lunged forward.  "What the... mmmppphhhh...."

Michael never saw Johnny.  The 6'6" lug smothered Michael's face with the poppers mask and wrapped one of his big arms around his waist, pinning his arms.  He lifted the struggling stud completely off his feet.

Michael tried to fight, but couldn't get any leverage since his feet weren't on the ground.  The fumes of the poppers had wrapped around his brain and he felt his body getting hot and going limp.  He moaned as he inhaled more and more of the fumes.  He saw Rico and his boys around him but for some reason didn’t care.

"Okay, that's good," Rico said, pulling Rafael’s cock out of Luis' mouth.  He shoved Luis’ ripped t-shirt into it to shut him up and walked over to where Johnny was holding Michael and removed the poppers mask.  He looked into Michael's hazy eyes.  "Hey there, pretty boy," he said softly, fingering Michael’s lower lip.  "I see you're back for round two.  Put him down on the couch, Johnny and give him some of this."  Rico pulled a baby bottle out of the bag and put it to Michael's mouth, squirting some in.  Michael began to suck on the nipple.  "That's a good boy.  Remember how good it tastes?  Yeah... go for it big guy." 

The stuff Michael was drinking was the same stuff Rico had given him and Luis the last time; a designer drug that would make him horny, giddy, rock hard, and dick-drippy.  Rico looked over at Luis, still lying on the table.  "Uh, hello... people?  We got a ripe stud on the table there with no takers.  Come on, guys... fuck that face!"  Vinny immediately pulled the gag out of Luis’ mouth and shoved his dick in.

"Let's get these clothes off you," Rico said, pulling Michael's tight sweater off.  "You work out, dontchya?  Nice six-pack and pecs.  Nice shoes, too," he said, slipping them off.  “Kenneth Cole, right?  I think I’m gonna keep these."  He picked up a switchblade and sliced the seams of Michael's jeans.  Sorry about the jeans, Mikey.  Holy shit!" he exclaimed, catching site of Michael's bulging briefs.  "Damn guys!  Check this out!  I think he’s even bigger than Luis!  Dude, we're gonna have some fun with you!"

Michael was now stripped down to just his tighty whities and Rico was groping and fondling him up and down.  "Tony, Martin," he said.  "Come over here and get Mikey all worked up.  But don’t let him cum.  I want him hard and horny and ready to go."

Vinny’s sizeable cock was still stuffed in Luis' mouth and he was slowly rocking his hips back and forth.  Rico walked over and with his switchblade sliced through Luis’ pants and briefs, tossing them aside.  “Now it’s play time, Luis,” he said.  “In a few minutes you’re gonna be begging for me to plug your cunt with my dick.”

Luis had a look of pure hatred on his face.  “Ffhhkkk uu...” was all he could manage, since Vinny’s dick was still in fucking his mouth.

Rico gently took Luis’ dick in his hand and ever so slowly jerked it until it began to get hard.  He had a baggie of cocaine on the table between Luis’ spread legs, ready to go.  Luis’ cock was hard now and starting to ooze pre-cum.  Rico made sure to get his hand and fingers all wet with the fuck sap and dipped them into the baggie to cover them with the cocaine.  Then he worked the drug into the cum, making sure it dissolved.  He nodded for Vinny to take his dick out of Luis’ mouth.  Then he took Luis’ dick in his hand again and roiled his palm over Luis’ prick tip, making sure the drugged mixture worked its way down his piss slit to the sensitive tissue that would rapidly absorb it.  Luis was completely unaware.  All he knew was that his dick was getting even harder and was now super sensitive to the touch.

“Ohhhh....” Luis moaned, against his will.  “Unngghhh...”

“Want me to fuck you yet?” Rico asked, as Vinny withdrew his dripping cock.

“Fuck you,” Luis gasped, finally free of Vinny’s monster dick.  He spit, trying to get the cum out of his mouth.

“You’re looking pretty hard there, pal,” Rico teased, slapping Luis’ rigid dick.  “And look... no drugs.”  He did an Austin Powers accent, “Do I make you horny?”  Everybody laughed.  Luis didn’t reply.  He just glowered.

Making sure his finger was wet with the cocaine/cum mixture, Rico slowly ran it up and down Luis’ asshole.  Luis bucked his hips but Vinny and Rafael were there to hold him down.

“Put a pillow under his ass,” Rico directed.  “When he starts beggin’ I wanna make sure we got easy access.”

“I told you I’d never beg, you faggot,” Luis sputtered.

“Blah, blah, blah,” Rico said as he wormed his finger into Luis’ now twitching ass pucker.  He wanted to get the cocaine/cum mixture onto Luis’ prostate, to let it absorb in and stimulate him, but Luis was just too tight.  Rico got down on his knees and started to lick the stud’s pink ass crack.

“Unnggghh...” Luis moaned as Rico’s tongue flickered over his anal port.  Rico kept licking, gently at first and then a little harder, trying to loosen up the stud’s tight asshole.

“You like this?” Rico asked, poking his head out.  “I knew you would.  Pretty soon your little clitty is gonna be open nice and wide for Rico.  Hey, James, I think Luis wants to taste your cock.”

“Fuck you, Rico,” Luis spat, his voice a low growl.  “And quit calling it a clit.”

“But that’s what it is, Luis.  A clit.  A cunt.  A pussy.  And look, it’s Just begging