Strange Boys part 11
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can you believe it, children? Part eleven...do you think they'll have..you know...*nudgenudge, winkwink*...stuff-- yet? Let's see, shall we?
Part Ten is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
XI
Lex stopped going to the gym, stopped going to any place he knew Bruce would be, it was too upsetting to look for the feeling of being watched, and not finding it…
He spent more time looking at the rooftops than the sidewalks and feeling like an ass-hole.
He really thought they’d had something—a connection. He began to feel like he was mourning again. He missed the games—could it really only be a few days—he’d come to look forward to them, look forward to seeing that canine shining at him from across the room. He blew it, like he blew anything good that happened to him. He was just too greedy, he thought.
He wore his sorrow so plainly, so openly that one night even his roommate was moved to comfort him. At any rate, he crawled into his bed and tried to blow him---Lex wasn’t sure but he felt he might have chipped a tooth.
“For god’s sake, stop whining you fucking homo, your dad's a dentist.”
Kind of ironic in a way, the kid’s dad was a big deal dentist to the stars or some shit. Big fuckin’ baby.
*******
Lex waited until the lab cleared out, got the okay from the instructor. Great. He could work on his little project unmolested—free and clear and take all the time he wanted. He felt a little thrum of contentment warm his chest. This was all he had left to enjoy since Bruce abandoned him—unless he counted his six o’clock with West out behind the school garage….
Lex opened a folder and pulled out printouts. He’d have to organize his notes all over again, try and recreate the work he’d done.
He reached under the table for a tray on the lower shelf and his hand found something…an envelope? He pulled it out—it was a manila envelope, he opened it and pulled out a stack of papers. His notes! That fucker <>*did*<> have his notes but…he tried to pull the sheets apart but they’d all been glued together into one. *God damn it! *
There was something across the back of the sheets, written in red marker.
“These ingredients combined make an illegal substance. I’m sure you were unaware of that. Some changes that you’ve made are interesting…but I prefer you no longer do this sort of thing.
Bruce.”
Lex dropped the bundle of paper in a metal tray and set it alight. He watched it burn and laughed.
“Yeah, fuck you too—erk!”
Everything went dark. What—what the fuck….
******
Bruce stood over Lex and quickly tied his hands and feet as per the instruction video. While Lex wasn’t exactly a recalcitrant calf, the principle was the same. He looped a separate section of cotton rope through his tied hands and around his neck. Now if he pulled his hands too far one way or another, he’d cut off his air. His feet were quickly spread apart and retied around a little length of wood. Excellent.
Bruce checked the time—five minutes.
He shook his head.
Unacceptable. He’d have to work on that –but for the first attempt—not bad. Lex was thrashing as much as he could, and his face was bright red, but from anger or lack of oxygen, Bruce wasn’t sure. Anger, if he knew Lex. The tie between his teeth was rapidly soaking in saliva as Lex tried to curse him, the one over his eyes stayed put no matter how he tried to scrape his face against the floor. Bruce dropped down next to him. What a fighter he was, Bruce marveled. So completely bent on escaping, so –so…hot.
Bruce pushed him to his back and Lex landed flat with his knees up—the only position he could get into on his back. Bruce could hear him growling and growling—he was pretty sure the position was an extremely uncomfortable one for Lex psychologically. He grinned.
Good.
He pulled Lex ‘s shirt up and rubbed his smooth skin, tweaked his nipples and was rewarded with a tiny groan. He did it again, and again, tweaking then rubbing his thumb over the bright red nipples until there was an unmistakable bump in Lex’s pants. Bruce silently undid them and reached inside the silk boxers—Bruce gasped. Those were *not* regulation briefs, he thought as he stroked Lex’s twitching dick. He shook his head, and twisted his thumb over the tip and pulled on the rope at the same moment, cutting off Lex’s air. Lex jerked and pre-come ran from the tip—Bruce relaxed his hold on the rope and Lex snorted air frantically in through his flaring nostrils.
Lex, Lex, he thought. He bet any amount of money his socks were probably not school regulation either. He stroked and tightened, stroked and tightened until he could feel Lex was about to come, he could feel the pulse in his dick, Lex’s balls were tight in his hand and he was groaning steadily…
Bruce leaned over and touched his tongue to the tip…it was a little salty, very warm, he could feel it pulse as he lapped at the slit and marveled, Lex was raising off the floor and choking himself. Bruce pushed him flat and one more twist and squeeze and he was jerking his hips up and fucking Bruce fist, come flowing up and out and Bruce was transfixed…how beautiful Lex looked.
He quickly cut the rope around his neck and pulled the gag loose. He shifted so that Lex lay gasping and shaking in his lap.
“You giant fucking freak…I’m going to kill you,” he gasped out.
Bruce didn’t speak, he stroked Lex’s throat and chest and soothed the jerking muscles in his legs and arms.
“You can speak, you know—it’s not like I don’t know it’s you,” he croaked.
Bruce rolled him carefully to his side and loosened the ropes before leaving the room. Lex lay still for a minute—what the f—he pulled the ropes lose and ripped the blinder off, jumped to his feet.
“You bastard, you-you--”
He looked down. He was standing with his pants open and his dick out, his shirt shoved up under his armpits and around his feet were a pile of cotton jump ropes, in bright neon colors…and he had a school tie in his hand. He looked at the jump ropes and laughed and laughed.
Bruce.
He shook his head.
*******
TBC. more Bruce and Lex later, babies!
can you believe it, children? Part eleven...do you think they'll have..you know...*nudgenudge, winkwink*...stuff-- yet? Let's see, shall we?
Part Ten is here.
Strange Boys or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Game.
XI
Lex stopped going to the gym, stopped going to any place he knew Bruce would be, it was too upsetting to look for the feeling of being watched, and not finding it…
He spent more time looking at the rooftops than the sidewalks and feeling like an ass-hole.
He really thought they’d had something—a connection. He began to feel like he was mourning again. He missed the games—could it really only be a few days—he’d come to look forward to them, look forward to seeing that canine shining at him from across the room. He blew it, like he blew anything good that happened to him. He was just too greedy, he thought.
He wore his sorrow so plainly, so openly that one night even his roommate was moved to comfort him. At any rate, he crawled into his bed and tried to blow him---Lex wasn’t sure but he felt he might have chipped a tooth.
“For god’s sake, stop whining you fucking homo, your dad's a dentist.”
Kind of ironic in a way, the kid’s dad was a big deal dentist to the stars or some shit. Big fuckin’ baby.
*******
Lex waited until the lab cleared out, got the okay from the instructor. Great. He could work on his little project unmolested—free and clear and take all the time he wanted. He felt a little thrum of contentment warm his chest. This was all he had left to enjoy since Bruce abandoned him—unless he counted his six o’clock with West out behind the school garage….
Lex opened a folder and pulled out printouts. He’d have to organize his notes all over again, try and recreate the work he’d done.
He reached under the table for a tray on the lower shelf and his hand found something…an envelope? He pulled it out—it was a manila envelope, he opened it and pulled out a stack of papers. His notes! That fucker <>*did*<> have his notes but…he tried to pull the sheets apart but they’d all been glued together into one. *God damn it! *
There was something across the back of the sheets, written in red marker.
“These ingredients combined make an illegal substance. I’m sure you were unaware of that. Some changes that you’ve made are interesting…but I prefer you no longer do this sort of thing.
Bruce.”
Lex dropped the bundle of paper in a metal tray and set it alight. He watched it burn and laughed.
“Yeah, fuck you too—erk!”
Everything went dark. What—what the fuck….
******
Bruce stood over Lex and quickly tied his hands and feet as per the instruction video. While Lex wasn’t exactly a recalcitrant calf, the principle was the same. He looped a separate section of cotton rope through his tied hands and around his neck. Now if he pulled his hands too far one way or another, he’d cut off his air. His feet were quickly spread apart and retied around a little length of wood. Excellent.
Bruce checked the time—five minutes.
He shook his head.
Unacceptable. He’d have to work on that –but for the first attempt—not bad. Lex was thrashing as much as he could, and his face was bright red, but from anger or lack of oxygen, Bruce wasn’t sure. Anger, if he knew Lex. The tie between his teeth was rapidly soaking in saliva as Lex tried to curse him, the one over his eyes stayed put no matter how he tried to scrape his face against the floor. Bruce dropped down next to him. What a fighter he was, Bruce marveled. So completely bent on escaping, so –so…hot.
Bruce pushed him to his back and Lex landed flat with his knees up—the only position he could get into on his back. Bruce could hear him growling and growling—he was pretty sure the position was an extremely uncomfortable one for Lex psychologically. He grinned.
Good.
He pulled Lex ‘s shirt up and rubbed his smooth skin, tweaked his nipples and was rewarded with a tiny groan. He did it again, and again, tweaking then rubbing his thumb over the bright red nipples until there was an unmistakable bump in Lex’s pants. Bruce silently undid them and reached inside the silk boxers—Bruce gasped. Those were *not* regulation briefs, he thought as he stroked Lex’s twitching dick. He shook his head, and twisted his thumb over the tip and pulled on the rope at the same moment, cutting off Lex’s air. Lex jerked and pre-come ran from the tip—Bruce relaxed his hold on the rope and Lex snorted air frantically in through his flaring nostrils.
Lex, Lex, he thought. He bet any amount of money his socks were probably not school regulation either. He stroked and tightened, stroked and tightened until he could feel Lex was about to come, he could feel the pulse in his dick, Lex’s balls were tight in his hand and he was groaning steadily…
Bruce leaned over and touched his tongue to the tip…it was a little salty, very warm, he could feel it pulse as he lapped at the slit and marveled, Lex was raising off the floor and choking himself. Bruce pushed him flat and one more twist and squeeze and he was jerking his hips up and fucking Bruce fist, come flowing up and out and Bruce was transfixed…how beautiful Lex looked.
He quickly cut the rope around his neck and pulled the gag loose. He shifted so that Lex lay gasping and shaking in his lap.
“You giant fucking freak…I’m going to kill you,” he gasped out.
Bruce didn’t speak, he stroked Lex’s throat and chest and soothed the jerking muscles in his legs and arms.
“You can speak, you know—it’s not like I don’t know it’s you,” he croaked.
Bruce rolled him carefully to his side and loosened the ropes before leaving the room. Lex lay still for a minute—what the f—he pulled the ropes lose and ripped the blinder off, jumped to his feet.
“You bastard, you-you--”
He looked down. He was standing with his pants open and his dick out, his shirt shoved up under his armpits and around his feet were a pile of cotton jump ropes, in bright neon colors…and he had a school tie in his hand. He looked at the jump ropes and laughed and laughed.
Bruce.
He shook his head.
*******
TBC. more Bruce and Lex later, babies!
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4/27/05 07:09 pm (UTC)You go Bruce!
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4/27/05 08:15 pm (UTC)You rock, I want you to have your own kingdom!
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4/27/05 11:10 pm (UTC)I don't need to say it, do I??
Hot and kinky and freaky and *drooooools*
More, more, more!
Is Lex going to get his revenge or just roll with it??
Hmmmm...
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4/28/05 01:51 am (UTC)Oh, Lex has something in mind....
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4/28/05 12:42 am (UTC)Dude.
Oh. Man.
*bounce*
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4/28/05 01:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
4/28/05 06:56 am (UTC)*snuggles you*
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4/28/05 04:56 am (UTC)And this line: "He blew it"
after the canine remark had me read it as *Lex* blew Bruce's canine, which made me laugh
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