Slasher

Chapter 18

"Who the hell is Socrates?" Both Ramsey and I asked at the same time.

"That guy." Julio pointed at the picture. "Least that's what he calls himself. Haven't seen him around in a while."

"Did you ever see him with Angel?" I asked. "Or this guy?" I shoved a picture of Stephen down the bar.

"Angel? Sure. He had a major thing for Angel. According to Angel he was going to package some movie with the two of them." Julio shrugged. "He might have talked to that other guy. I'm sure I remember him..."

"Thanks," I said and hastily grabbed all my pictures up off the bar. "Thanks, loads, guys. I gotta run though. It's been a slice..."

I darted out the door before Ramsey could stop me. I had to get home to David. He had to know this stuff. I called home on my cell. There was no answer. He picked up on the third ring when I called his work number.

He listened quietly while I told him what I had learned. Finally he said, "So we know where he's finding his vics, then. Thanks, babe. Now," David's voice got harder. "Would you please go home and stop getting involved. This is a dangerous guy you're messing with, Chris. I want you to stay out of it."

"Okay, okay. Consider me out." My eyes scanned the street feverishly. I started the truck up and began a slow cruise home. "When will you be back?"

"Supper. I'll run this by John and a couple of others. See who wants to investigate. I may have to head out later again if John wants to do it tonight."

I was already planning what to make for supper. Something quick. If he was going back to work I wanted some time to spend with him before he went.

Salmon croquets - no, that needed a dill sauce to do it right. "See you around six, then?"

"Six."

Maybe grilled chicken breast and a spinach salad. Quick. Minimal cleanup.

David got home at five-fifty-five. I had the chicken on the barbecue already. He helped assemble the salad. That might have been a mistake. I sampled him nearly as much as I did the dressing I was making. We almost didn't make it to supper.

After, David carried the dirty dishes back into the house while I tidied up the barbecue. When I followed him in I didn't find him in the kitchen, so I headed for the bedroom, sure I'd find him there waiting. The bedroom was empty too.

I found him parked in the media room, the remote in his hand and the last strains of the National Anthem dying away on the TV. I stared at the screen.

"Baseball?"

"The Angels are playing Oakland."

I never understood his fascination with the game. Okay, I'll admit a lot of the players are cute enough to fuck, but really, who cares? The game is boring. Not that I'd ever tell David that. As long as he let me cuddle with him on the love seat I didn't care what we were watching. If baseball made him happy I could take care of the rest.

I returned to the kitchen, grabbed two beers and curled up beside him on the love seat. He raised his arm to let me nestle in under his shoulder. We spent the first three innings sipping our beer and making small talk. The Angels were ahead 3-2.

Then I began playing with the buttons on his shirt. David was a stickler for dress shirts at work. He always wore a jacket and kept his shirts buttoned up to his throat. It was lots of fun to undress him. It was always a transformation. As the stuffy, uptight David disappeared, the passionate anywhere, anytime David I loved came alive. Not that I didn't love David in all his guises, but the one who took me to bed and fucked my brains out won hands down.

In return his love of me made me adventuresome and bold.

Which I guess is as good as any reason for what happened next.

I undid two buttons and slid the tips of my fingers inside, enjoying the silken feel of his copious chest hair. David shifted slightly in his seat, angling his body slightly more toward me. I took that as tacit permission to keep going.

I undid two more buttons and my whole hand slipped in, my fingers finding the knot of flesh that was his right nipple. I tweaked it with my thumb and forefinger, then rolled the palm of my hand over the rapidly hardening flesh. I could feel the tattoo of his heart slamming against my hand.

From the TV a cheer went up. Someone was doing something interesting. In response I undid the last buttons and laid David's chest open to my hungry gaze.

I dipped my head down and circled one hard nubbin of dark brown flesh with my warm wet tongue. Deep in his chest David rumbled in satisfaction. I attacked the other nipple, first with my fingers then my tongue.

David was squirming now, growing uncomfortable as his massive cock filled the tight confines of his work pants. I left his chest and worked a damp path up toward his mouth. But instead of kissing him, I murmured against his throat.

"You ever been fucked by anyone?" Even as I said it, my hand wandered down to his crotch, gently tracing the outline of his cock and balls through the thin material of his pants.

"What?"

"Ever been a bottom?"

"N-no - Jesus, Chris, you trying to kill me here?"

"Never," I said and nibbled on his Adam's apple. "You ever want to be fucked?"

David bucked under my touch, wanting me to do more. He sucked in his breath as I slid open the zipper of his pants and reached inside his boxers.

"I want to fuck you, David."

David froze. Only his cock reacted to my words. It jerked in my hand and I swear pre-cum squirted out into my hot hand.

"Chris," he groaned.

I responded by stroking his rigid pole, using his own pre-cum to lubricate his flesh. I worked my agile fingers under his balls, teasing the satin smooth flesh near the hole I wanted to possess.

I've rarely been a top for anyone; since I was a teenager I've been more than happy to be a bottom. But after months of being with David, pleasuring him and being pleasured by him, I wanted to know what it was like to possess this powerful, very masculine man in that most intimate of ways. I desperately wanted to know what it was like. I was hoping David had the same curiosity.

I think maybe he did.

"Chris."

"You don't have to decide right now. You can think about it all you want --" I knew the more he thought the hotter he was going to get. I could tell already his body was more than willing to try this. He was practically squirming on the chair in his desire.

To facilitate his thoughts I pushed the open hem of his pants down around his hips and lowered my mouth to taste him. I buried my nose in his thick bush. I loved the smell and taste of him as I teased his marble hard cock with my lips and tongue. I licked him clean of pre-cum and eased the first six inches of his ten-inch cock down my eager throat.

"Oh, baby, that feels good."

His fingers twined through my short hair and his hips rocked under me, gently fucking my face. I got the other four inches down and cupped the big wrinkled sack of his balls in one hand, rolling them around with my fingers.

Then I teased his legs open and slid the tip of one finger inside his tight hole. He groaned.

"I want you, baby," I said when I came up for air. I blew on his damp cock and licked gleaming droplets of pre-cum. "Do you want me?"

"Yes!"

I rolled off him and stood up. His dark eyes met mine.

"Let's go to bed."

I extended my hand and he took it. We entered our bedroom. We were both trembling when we faced each other. I took his face in my hands and drew him down to kiss me.

"I want to give you a taste of the pleasure you've always given me. But if you get uncomfortable, just say so. I'll stop, anytime, no matter what. Okay?"

In answer he slammed his mouth down on mine. His kiss was savage and hot and I returned it three fold. I groaned deep in my throat.

While we kissed I skimmed his clothes off him. He did the same for me. When we both naked we sank down on top of the white duvet and lay side by side, only our cocks and our mouths lightly touching. With his arms around me he pulled me closer, pressing his dark, furry chest against mine. His fat cock rubbed eagerly against my own seven inches.

Before we went any further, I pulled the well-used tube of lube out of the top drawer on David's side. He took it from me and smeared a generous helping on his fingers and proceeded to slather my rigid pole with the rapidly warming gel.

I took some as well and pushed his legs open and his knees up to reveal the puckered rosebud behind his thick balls. I teased my lube-covered finger into the tight hole and worked at stretching him out.

I wasn't anywhere near as big as David was, but I was still big enough to hurt. I wanted to make this as pain free as possible. I wanted there to be nothing but pleasure for David.

I pushed a second, then a third finger up his slick, hot virgin hole. He moaned.

"You ready?" I whispered.

"Yes!"

I could probably have made him beg, but I was way to hot for that now. I slid between his legs, raising his knees on either side and positioning my cock right at his back entrance.

Gently I inserted the head of my rigid pole, easing past the tight sphincter muscle. I watched his face closely, stopping at any sign of discomfort or pain, moving forward only when he was ready. It was an exquisitely slow process and by the time I was buried to the hilt inside him we were both bathed in sweat and panting.

"Oh, God, David, you feel so tight," I groaned. I loved the feel of my naked flesh against his. I was so glad we no longer had to use condoms since we'd both been tested. The pleasure was so much greater this way.

David responded by grabbing my ass and pulling me into him, letting me know the time for slow and easy had past. I began to move, sliding my steel-hard pole in and out of his hot, moist heat, moving over his prostate with measured slowness that had him moaning in time to my thrusts. The friction was exquisite.

David groaned deep in his throat. I jammed my mouth down on his and our tongues tangled together as I fucked his face. His hands were clamped on my ass, urging me to go faster and harder. I complied eagerly, all self-control gone in our rising passion.

I was slamming into him now, lost as wave after wave of pure pleasure rode us both. I tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the pleasure but I was out of control. I felt my balls tighten up and my cock expanded in his dark channel increasing the already excruciating friction.

I groaned and froze, my back bowed as I thrust into him one last time. Hot cum shot out of my cock into his ass. David thrust up against me and squeezed the muscles of his hole around me, sending me into orbit as he milked me of every last drop. I collapsed against his damp, furry chest, feeling the weight of his still hard cock trapped between us.

Instantly I was off him and kneeling between his legs. I took his throbbing cock in my mouth. He shouted my name and his hips came off the bed in a paroxysm of lust. From long practice I quickly got past the gag reflex and took him all in. The hot satiny skin throbbed under my wet mouth. I tongued his slit, tasting more pre-cum as it oozed out. Then I slid my lips up and down his steel hard pole, hearing him moan and call out my name in need.

He blew his load almost immediately. With a cry he clutched the sheets on either side of his hips and his entire body went rigid. Pulse after pulse poured through his cock as he emptied himself into my eager mouth. I sucked and swallowed until there was nothing left.

I crawled up to lay my head on his chest and he took me in his arms. I realized with a start that we were both shaking.

"David," I murmured against his chest where I could still feel the pounding of his heart. "Oh, baby... Do you really have to go back to work?"

In answer David eased the white duvet up around our shoulders and cradled me in his arms. "I told John to call if he needed me. Until then I'm not going anywhere. God, you were incredible. Is it always like that?"

"With you, yes." I clung to him sleepily. "I'm glad you're staying."

He brushed a feather light kiss across my mouth. "I love you, Chris."

We both drifted off.

Chapter 19

I awoke knowing something was wrong. The bed beside me was empty. Then I heard it again. A groan.

I tried to roll over but something cold pressed against my throat.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you," a soft, husky voice said very close to my ear. "You might mark up that pretty neck of yours."

My eyes flew open. Blue-eyed, white-haired Socrates stared down at me. In his eyes I saw only mild curiosity. Only the weight of the knife against my throat told me how he meant for this night to end.

I heard the groan again.

"David!" I forgot everything in my need to find out what had happened to the man I loved. I screamed when fiery pain traced a path across my shoulder and down my chest.

"I believe I told you not to move." Socrates sneered and wrinkled his nose. "This place smells like a whore house. You two are so pathetic - worse than a pair of oversexed teenagers. Really, have you no decency?"

"What do you want?" I whispered. "What have you done with David?"

"Can't have a pig running around causing problems, can I?"

Socrates reached down beside the bed and pulled up something. It took me a moment to recognize David's service revolver, the nine millimeter Beretta. The knife was no longer in sight. Had he set it down on the floor?

"You ever wonder what it would be like to fuck someone with one of these?" Socrates said conversationally. "Gives whole new meaning to the term blowing your load, doesn't it?"

He stroked my calf with the cold metallic barrel of the black Beretta. Even though I knew he was aroused by the fear and pain he evoked in his victims, I couldn't help it, I shivered.

He smiled, showing perfect, white teeth. "You like the sound of that? We could try that, or we could try a few other things. Whatever we want to do. We can play all night."

The Beretta trailed a cold path up my shrinking belly. "Although, I'm afraid come morning, our little bit of fun is going to have to end."

He picked something up out of the tangle of sheets on the empty bed beside me. Handcuffs. David's, no doubt. If he immobilized me with those I was finished.

I knew David had at least two pairs. Had Socrates used the others on David already? Where was David and what had Socrates done to him?

I was horrified to realize Socrates had an erection. God, I didn't want to be raped by this monster. I prayed to a God I barely believed in that he hadn't already done something to David. I couldn't bear the thought of my big, strong, beautiful David being tortured that way. Not after what we had shared last night.

As though reading my thoughts, Socrates' smile slipped away. Now he looked thoughtfully disappointed. "You know, I am surprised at you. Here you are, sexy, good-looking guy - maybe a little long in the tooth, but I'll forgive you that - wasting your time on an ugly pig like him." The Beretta traced a path up my throat, across my cheek until the barrel rested against my right eye. "And if you tell me he has a wonderful personality I shall probably blow your lovely brains out right here. He's not fit to walk the same earth as you let alone share your bed."

Gibbering panic threatened to overtake me. I had to say something to keep from succumbing to it's alluring madness.

"But you kill the good looking ones," I choked out, terror eating at my resolve not to show him how scared I really was. I wouldn't beg him. He wanted that. It wasn't going to help David or me. "You destroy them."

"I preserve them," Socrates purred. "They stay young forever in everyone's memory. Not one of them will ever have to face his own beauty failing as he grows old and useless. There's really nothing more pathetic than an aging queen trying to hang on to memories of what they once had."

"People have the right to live." Even to me that sounded lame.

Socrates pressed the tip of the Beretta so hard against my eyelid I saw pinwheels of color. I tried to jerk my head back but found I couldn't move.

Then I felt one circlet of steel slide around my left wrist and click shut.

"Can't have you running away, now can we?"

Two things happened then. David groaned again and I thought I heard him move - I was beginning to suspect he was in den, down the hall. Socrates turned at the sound.

"Perhaps it's time to check on lover boy. Wouldn't want him waking up, now would we? I might bring him in later so he can watch us play, but for now, he might spoil our fun --"

Then the bedside phone shrilled and I knew it had to be John, David's partner.

The phone was loud in the late night stillness. My heart trip hammered as adrenaline flooded my already overwrought senses. Socrates was equally startled.

He jerked away from me, dropping the other cuff that he had been trying to get around my right wrist. Immediately I lashed out with my bare feet and connected with his hip and rib cage. He grunted and flew backwards, slamming into the nearest wall.

I was off the bed in an instant. He raised the Beretta and tried to aim. I swung my cuffed arm straight at his head and heard the satisfying thunk of metal on flesh.

Socrates yelled and went down. I lashed out at the phone and knocked it off the hook.

"John! God, if that's you - send help! JOHN! He's got a gun!"

I couldn't hear any response and I dare not try to reach the handset. I had to hope whoever was on the other end heard my cries. I saw Socrates move and bolted out the room in a flash. I heard a roar and something slammed into the wall beside my head as I ducked into the hallway.

Well maybe the caller would hear that. If it was John, how long till help came?

Another shot echoed through our silent house. The bullet thudded into the floor at my feet.

Help might not come fast enough at this rate.

It was going to be too late for both of us.

I lashed out at the momentarily distracted Socrates and felt the satisfying thud of my steel clad flesh against his.