Chapter 3

“No. I won’t do it. Bill doesn’t deserve the hassle. At best it’ll drain his life savings.”

He lost his temper, “Steve, you little twerp! You should’ve obeyed the first time. Now you’re gonna do it the hard way. Reaching into the bag again he pulled out a Luger. Do all villians use the same handgun? How cliche. And I must have had a much harder day than I realized or I would have seen this coming and planned for it. My whole job is planning for the unexpected and I missed the obvious.

“I guess I’m gonna transfer the files.” I looked over the system. There’s a lot of files there. It’ll take at least half an hour.”

“Yes, yes you are going to. And you’ll do it my way.” He looked momentarily uncertain, “But you need to be punished. You’re gonna, you’re gonna give me the contents of your checking account, and, and, a blowjob.”

“OK, hold on a sec while I get the transfers started.” He looked over my shoulder scrutinizing my every keystroke. He told me exactly which files to delete without ever taking his eyes off of me. Then he told me exactly where to retrieve the new files, and he watched ever so carefully while I did that.

As soon as the countdown started he breathed a sigh of relief. “OK, now empty your personal account.”

“Of course I’ll do it. I have no choice. But as you can see my computer is a little busy. Do you want to go down to the bank or wait?” While he was thinking that over I hit two little keystrokes on the computer. Two little keys that started a program I installed yesterday. A program that would save every single file, no matter where it was, deleted or not, into a very special folder at exactly the top of the hour every hour.

“You’re trying to trick me. We’re not doing either. We’re going into the bedroom where you’re going to suck my cock and you’re going to do your absolute best.”

“OK, would you like to watch some porn while I drain your nuts?”

“You gay guys are all the same. One little hint that you can suck a cock and you can’t think about anything else. You sure are cooperative now that you get to satisfy your fag desires.”

We went into the bedroom with the gun pointed at my back. In front of the TV I handed him the remote before carefully removing my clothes, folding, and hanging them carefully.

When I handed him a hanger he had the gun in one hand, the remote and hanger in another, and was trying to juggle all three all while getting undressed. He was totally befuddled, “Put the porn on first. You’re gonna need that since you’re not gay.”

He set the hanger down then found some very stereotypical big boob blowjob porn. “Here, give me your pants and I’ll hold them while you take your shirt off.”

He took off his shirt and I handed his pants back to him. “Move over there.” He told me. “Kneel down by the bed in the ready position.”

Putting the gun next to the remote he put his pants and shirt on the hanger. I eyed his dick intently, licking my lips, “You’ve got one of the best cocks I’ve ever seen. Now give me the hanger and I’ll put your clothes with mine. You need the remote. Are you circumcised or cut? Where do you want to cum?”

Coming over to me by the bed he handed me his clothes on the hanger. “I’m cut. What’ya mean where?”

Come sit right here on the bed, “I mean do you want to shoot on my face, like in that clip right there, or do you want to feel my tongue swirling around your cockhead when you cum, or do you want to hold my head deeply on your throbbing monster while you deposit it straight down my throat?” I didn’t bother to tell him when he sat in the residue from Brian’s cum.

He seemed stupefied, “I don’t know. What do you suggest?” I ran my hand up his leg.

It didn’t matter to me as long as I accomplished my goal of running out the clock. I wanted him to cum right when the computer signaled the download was done so he would hurry back and forget about the gun over by the tv. As of right now there were twenty-five minutes left. When I blew Chad it only took fifteen very long minutes and he was a lot older.

Then I had an interesting idea. Looking over the thumbnails for the various porn videos he could watch I saw one that was exactly twenty-six minutes long. “See that one where the amazing hottie in the blue bra is about to suck off a guy?” He nodded. “OK then. Hit play, and whatever way they do it in the video you do it the same way.” I caressed his big balls gently and sensually. And they were pretty fuckin’ big.

“What? No warm up? You won’t shoot very far that way. It’ll spoil your orgasm and make it much weaker. Trust me, I’m gay. Go with it.”

“Oh, right. You really know everything about penises. Don’t you?”

“Everything, yes. Trust the fag.” I hated the word but my goal was manipulating the asshole, not being right. So I stroked his shaft exceedingly slowly with one hand while stimming his balls with the other. Was any of this true? I didn’t know. But I didn’t want his dick in my mouth any sooner than absolutely necessary.

He was growing impatient so I circled my thumb in the goo on his frenulum, squeezing even more out which in turn I rubbed into his cockskin. By now the whole crown was shiney and slick. I started to doubt if this had been a good idea. When I’d sucked Chad there never was any pre-cum taste. But now I had reserved all the nasty stuff and concentrated it in one place.

I estimated that I could postpone the dick licking another five minutes then suck it for a total of ten.

But John changed his mind, “The slut in the movie has been sucking for a long time already. The way I see it I’ve got some catching up to do if I’m going to finish however he does.

“You’re right, John. I just got caught up in the pleasure of enjoying your amazing tool.”

John wrapped his hands around my head, “I’m glad we agree.” And saying that he jammed my mouth down on his not-quite hard dick. He tried to force it down my throat on the first go. It hurt like hell so gagging and coughing and almost retching I fought against his grip to gain my freedom.”

With tears running down my face when I recovered, his only comment was, “The fuck dude. What kind of homosexual are you that can’t even deep throat a cock!”

“Of course I can deep throat a cock. I can deep and throat all over town. It’s just that, well, that’s no ordinary cock. Haven’t any of your many girlfriends told you how much bigger than average it is?” It was a huge lie.

Still, the jerk was a total sucker, “Why, yes, they all have.”

I glanced at the video. Ten minutes left. Meanwhile, the naked slut was just standing up for a scene change. I could survive ten minutes if it meant John and I were going to be together in the other room a good thirty feet away from the gun.

John didn’t hesitate he grabbed my head again forcing me back onto his cock with the only difference being that he resisted sticking it in my windpipe. He was pumping my head up and down rapidly while fucking up just as fast when he oddly slowed down and stopped.

A minute later his words came out slowly, “We have to do it like they are if I’m to finish the same way.”

Suddenly he let go of my head only to start manhandling me. He yanked on my wrists, wrangling me to my feet before just as suddenly he was pushing me onto the bed. I was pretty sure these were all blowjob videos and none of them were anal. At least I hoped so because I’m not sure my sore butt could handle any more fucking.

I felt relieved when he put me face up. Then worried as he dragged my head close to the edge of the bed. Standing behind me he attempted to face fuck me again but now from this unique position. It didn’t work so he pulled my head further off the edge. With two more trials it finally worked when my neck was bent uncomfortable back and my head was completely upside down.

I was absolutely helpless as was my throat. He lined up for the kill and managed to thrust his cock straight down my throat. This time I didn’t gag or threaten to upchuck. In fact, I was able to receive multiple forays down my gullet. I considered how nice it would be not to have to taste any of his jiz when it bypassed my tastebuds never to be seen again.

John would pump my face hole three or four times then I would tap his thigh so he would rub the spit slicked dripping head on my lips so I could catch my breath.

We repeated the cycle a few times when I had the urge to beat my meat. Frantically letting my hand fly on my straining cock I knew I was close to spewing hot cum all over my chest.

John also seemed close. He developed a pattern: down the throat, rub lips, dick slap cheeks, glide on the tongue, and head back down the throat yet again.

Two minutes later and I was indeed convulsing and thrashing about dropping my spermy load.

John kept going for what seemed like forever. I lay on my back passively with wet cum all over my hand and no way to clean it off.

John kept fucking until I heard him say, “Oh, like that. I can do that.”

He pulled the offending and twitching cock from my mouth and while jerking it wildly started to jet great runny globs of milky white nut juice all over my face. Some went in my mouth. Much landed on my lips. But a whole bunch also dripped in my eyes. It stung and coated my eyes, sealing my eyelids shut, until I was blinded.

And that was the moment the laptop let us know it was done. My big fear was that the reason John brought the gun was to tie up loose ends after he was done making me change files from a computer that was tied to me, well, my brother.

Why wouldn’t he kill me when he was done? He didn’t know all the files would find new homes shortly afterwards.

Wiping gallons of dick snot from my eyes I raced to get to the gun first. Both of our hands grabbed the gun only mine was slippery. Our arms went up as John tried to aim the gun at me. Our arms went down as I tried to aim it away.

Finally I bashed it against a dresser causing the gun to slide across the floor. I grabbed him by the throat but he grabbed me by the balls. I head butted his face as the pain in my nuts made stars float before my eyes. And then John stepped on a piece of the broken glass from when Brian broke the table.

Hopping and stumbling he bumped into the aging wall dented by a broken statue, then falling into a decrepit window he crashed through, falling four stories to the concrete below.

Quickly I took my clothes, the laptop, and the gun that had my individual evidence on it, even by twin standards, into a custodian’s closet out in the hall to get dressed.

Days later the police released a report. Brian’s blood and cum were found on John’s body. Both their prints and DNA were all over the apartment where the evidence of a struggle was unmistakeable. Security cameras showed John arriving with sinister intent as well as Brian leaving in a rage. And Steve was on vacation when it all went down. The police concluded that the pair had a lovers quarrel gone bad and created fancy theories to explain inexplicable timelines that they didn’t really care about anyway.

Brian fled the country.

Chad turned over spreadsheet and some files which he took full credit for compiling and that proved without a doubt that John was the embezzler.

No one ever suspected anyone else and the company prospered now that it had much better cash flow.

Christy and I had a heart to heart where we determined that we had just grown apart and we went our separate ways.

My brother and I buried the hatchet and will treat each other right from now on.

I came clean with Marissa and explained my role and regrets and I made the best case that I had fallen for her.

As much as I tried to lay it all bare, Marissa refused to believe that I wasn’t actually acting undercover in my role as a security specialist and forgave all my actions as a necessary means to catch a murderous criminal.

I think she is the most beautiful woman in the world with a fantastic figure and we are living happily ever after. We make tender love and treat each other with total respect and kindness even if we do sometimes get a little freaky in the bedroom.

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