‘Little man, what you know about magic wouldn‘t fill a fortune cookie.’ The young woman thought to herself. Angelene turned another page and continued to feign unawareness. Oh, but this arrogant bastard was in for a huge surprise when she got him alone. She had been in this particular city for a few weeks and was having a wonderful time. After having studied and practiced her art intensely, Benton was just a memory and she was extremely powerful and free in an unsuspecting world. The page she was pretending to read was crowded with advertisements for various types of shows and amusements. She almost turned the page again when a small ad at the bottom caught her eye. Could it be? It was! There, flanked by Peter and Davy, was Micky, smiling back at her from the small, grainy photo and shadowed by an ever surly looking Mike. She smiled a little to herself wondering if the latter ever took her advice. Well, well. She’d have to go check out the show. As for her other questions, they could be answered easily enough. Just as she finished placing the paper in her bag for safekeeping, a shadow fell across the table.

“Is this seat taken?”

My, how original. Angelene thought before answering. “You know, I was never one for long hellos. What do you say we get out of here and go someplace private?”

The man smiled and held out a hand to help her up from the chair. He mentally congratulated himself, unaware of the nightmare he was inviting home.

“Pretty disgusting thing to be discussing at breakfast if you ask me.” Davy said.

Micky shivered, animatedly. “Why would someone do that to themselves?”

“Guys, can we talk about something else?” Peter asked.

Mike said nothing but shook his head in bewilderment. The four of them had just finished a leisurely breakfast at a nearby coffee shop. While they were there, they couldn’t help but overhear the conversation in the next booth. Two hospital employees who had just finished their shift were loudly discussing a bizarre incident that had occurred overnight. Apparently a man had been brought in after having nearly severed his own penis. At least he SAID he did it to himself.

“That poor bastard. There’s no way a man could do that to himself. He pissed someone off, that’s what happened. Maybe he owed on a bet or somethin’,” said the first man. His back had been to them, but he was loud.

“No way. I was there and he was acting crazy, all hysterical, you know?” Replied his co-worker.

“Yeah, I’ll bet he was,” Said the first, before changing the subject to an upcoming football game. The foursome had looked at one another with varying degrees of disgust and shock before finishing up breakfast and settling the check. Now they were strolling back to the hotel with the whole day free. It was a short walk. The hotel was small, but clean and most important of all, it was cheap. As they entered the plain brick building, they were called to the check in desk.

“Gentlemen, I’m afraid there’s a slight problem.” The clerk said.

“What kind of problem?” Mike asked.

“It seems you were given your rooms when they were already booked. This was a mistake on our part and we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience. I have taken the liberty of making other arrangements for you.”

“Great.” Mike grumbled.

“There are reservations for you at the Regency Grand.” The clerk continued.

“That’s a little outside our budget and...” Mike began but was cut short by the clerk who was waving one hand and shaking his head.

“It’s all been taken care of complements of our management. All we ask is you vacate your room as soon as possible so that housekeeping can prepare it for the other guests.”

“Wow! Now this is more like it.” Davy said; they entered the enormous lobby of the Regency Grand Hotel. As he and Peter wandered over to check in, Mike and Micky took their time looking around. This was exactly the sort of place Mike fantasized about them staying in on a regular basis. The carpeting was thick and soft, marble and polished brass gleamed softly under the light of the chandeliers. Huge potted plants sat here and there accenting the fine wood and leather furniture.

“Not bad, huh?” Micky said with a grin that was always stunning in its beauty.

“You know it.” Mike replied.

They went over to the desk as Peter and Davy were leaving.

“Check it out! Separate rooms.” Peter said as he dangled the gold colored key in the air.

‘Well, this just keeps getting better,’ Mike thought to himself. The four of them had been in very close quarters for weeks and he was feeling the need for a little solitude. He also needed some relief. The constant nearness to Micky was maddening, and he couldn’t get away from any of them long enough to take care of it. Like this morning. He had got up before anyone else and headed for the shower. As he stood enjoying the tingle of the hot water against his skin, he started thinking about last night.

The show had gone extremely well. His favorite part was during the second set when Micky and Davy would switch positions for a few songs. He could watch Micky for hours when he was so into performing. The way he danced and the facial expressions, not to mention the “ohs” and “ahs” inserted where appropriate. As he felt himself becoming hard at the memory, he wondered for probably the thousandth time how much of that was present when he fucked. Mike reached for the small bar of soap. He didn’t know why the soap in cheaper hotels was always the kind that felt slimy, but it was something you could count on. It wasn’t the greatest for feeling clean, but it was very good for at least one thing. He rolled the soap around in his hand and then went back to his thoughts. As he reached down and began to roughly stroke the first hard on he’d had in weeks that didn’t have to be hidden or ignored, memory segued to fantasy.

It was the one where he and Micky were alone in an anonymous room somewhere. He had awakened for some unknown reason. The room was lit from the moon and streetlights. In the glow he could clearly see Micky. He was still sleeping and only a few feet away. Mike laid there awhile just looking at him and the way the light played across his features. Gathering his courage, he stealthily reached out and brushed an errant curl out of his face. When that caused no disturbance, Mike became a little bolder; tracing the slightly parted lips with a touch so light it was nearly imperceptible. He could feel Micky’s warm breath passing invisibly between his fingers. It would appear he was a fairly heavy sleeper. After a few more minutes of watching, it was time to go beyond just that and touching. He edged closer and then positioned himself above the still sleeping form. He leaned down and kissed him, softly and with no pressure, and was startled by a hand on the back of his neck that slid up and tangled in his hair. Micky was wide awake and smiling at him.

“You’re not gonna stop there are you?” He asked quietly.

And before things could progress, there was a loud pounding on the door that brought reality back to a very pissed-off Mike.

“What!” He yelled.

“Are you almost finished? You’ve been in there half an hour.” Davy yelled back through the closed door.

“Yeah, I need to take a whiz!” Micky added.

Mike felt his face grow hot with guilty reaction. ‘Shit. What a fucking shock,’ He thought as he steeled himself before reaching out to crank up the knob for cold water.

“Sir?” Came a disembodied voice that brought Mike back to one more reality. The voice and Micky’s elbow in his side.

“What?” He asked instinctively.

“I said that we only have one room available, suite actually, and the two of you will have to share it. I’m afraid that’s all that’s left with the convention in town.”

“What about those two?” Mike asked, pointing toward Davy and Peter as they disappeared around a corner.

“They got here first. All we had were two rooms and a suite. I just assumed you’d already worked out who was where,” Said the concierge.

Mike looked at Micky who shrugged agreeably and said, “Fine with me. It has to be better than where we were.”

“Yeah. That’s alright.” Mike said. His voice hid the sudden irrational panicky feeling he had. It looked like he’d be spending a lot of time in the bar or somewhere.

They took the keys and walked away to the elevator. Neither of them noticed the girl sitting in a corner chair, her face hidden behind a magazine. A pair of green eyes peeked over the top edge. She smiled to herself as the elevator doors slid closed. Everything was going like clockwork. Angelene looked around the lobby. Yes, this was much better. There was no way her favorite toy could stay where he was, especially if she was going to play with him...THEM, actually. She watched as a well dressed couple was given the keys to one of the many vacant rooms. There was no convention, just like their old room wasn‘t really double booked. Those were nice touches, though. When she indirectly influenced someone, sometimes they surprised her with the lies they would tell in order to carry out her will. She looked at the clock over the desk. She’d give them a little time to settle in before moving on to the next step.

Micky whistled softly as they entered the suite. This was unbelievable! The huge living room featured more of the thick carpeting that was hidden here and there by some rugs woven in a very complicated pattern. The furniture was complimentary to the carpet and wallpaper. Neither of them knew the name of the style but it was very soft and comfortable looking. Mike went over to one of the large windows, pushing aside the heavy draperies to peer at the street far below. It was a long way down. He turned back to the room and noticed Micky was gone. A muffled thump from the adjoining room drew his attention. Mike passed through a large set of French doors and into the bedroom to find Micky sprawled out and experimentally bouncing on the gigantic bed.

“Look at the size of this thing!” He said, running a hand along the spotless bedspread.

“Yeah, but who gets it?” Mike asked, turning away to examine the rest of the room before his imagination took off again.

“Are you kidding? All four of us could fit in this thing and not be in each other’s way. You can take the couch if you want, but I‘m staying right here.” He said, as he flopped down onto his back.

Mike felt his heart skip a beat at what Micky was suggesting. Innocent remarks like that would get him into trouble someday. Instead of saying anything he sat down on a smaller couch that was near the fireplace across the room from the outsized bed. He looked around some more noticing how out of place their battered luggage was in the elegant room.

It had been maybe the best show they had ever done. Everything had been right on the mark in every way. Their perfection and the crowd response had done much to lift Mike’s spirits. Now he would get out of his stage outfit and go visit the bar downstairs. The pristine white pants he had on were tight as they could be without making it impossible for him to move around. The matching jacket and ruffled shirt were pretty comfortable, though. Micky was standing off to one side waiting for the door to be unlocked. If the shiny leather pants he wore had any drawbacks, he gave no sign. Mike had to concentrate as hard as he could to keep from staring at him. That had made for one long evening, but thankfully he could maybe go off on his own now. The door to the suite swung open and as soon as it closed behind them, it became apparent that something wasn’t right.

A soft glow was coming from the bedroom. As they cautiously entered, they saw that the fireplace had been lit and all the lights were low. Someone had also taken the liberty of turning back the bed. This was not the work of housekeeping. The pair looked at one another with nearly identical expressions of confusion when a slow, deliberate clapping startled them both. They turned to see Angelene walking toward them still slowly applauding.

“Excellent show. You guys just get better every time I see you.” She said.

Micky recognized her right away and his uneasy expression showed it. It took Mike a few seconds to place her and he was not happy when he did.

“Glad you liked it, and do you mind telling me just how you got in here?” Mike said.

“Let’s just say I’ve got my ways.” Angelene replied with a sly, knowing wink at Micky, who had started fidgeting the way he always did when nervous.

“Well, would you excuse us, please? It’s been a long day.” Mike said, as he tried to guide her toward the door. Micky knew it was a mistake as soon as Mike’s hand touched her arm. There was no chance to warn him. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.

Angelene pulled her arm free and turned on him.

“Yes I would mind.” She said.

“Because...?” Mike said, adopting that smart-ass tone that anyone who knew him was familiar with. Another bad move.

“Because the show’s not over yet.” She replied with a mysterious smile as she gently pushed Mike back so that he was beside Micky again. Mike thought he was getting the idea. Not bad. He’d never been involved in a three way before, but there was a first time for everything, and who knew? Maybe when she took her turn with Micky, he would give her a little assistance.

Angelene snorted with disgust and rolled her eyes, “Not fucking likely,“ She said.

Micky knew what was going on right away and he watched Mike’s eyes get very wide as he experienced mind reading for the first time. The one sided discussion was a strange thing to witness.

“Yeah, that’s right. It’s no trick, just natural born ability. I just TOLD you how. Thirty-seven. Blue. I’d be careful who I was calling a bitch.” Angelene said, pausing between each phrase just long enough to snatch the next question from Mike’s thoughts. And then she got quiet as the exchange continued.

‘What do you want?’ Mike thought.

The same thing you do, believe it or not. The thought snaked itself through his mind with sinister ease. Mike was not liking this at all.

‘And what would that be?’ This time there was no answer. Instead she looked at Micky and smiled.

‘I just want to watch, is all.’ The voice whispered.

“No! Absolutely not!” Mike said, embarrassed and scared. The sudden sound of his voice startled Micky, who was still out of the loop.

“No? You’re telling ME no?” She said, and then turning to Micky, “Is he always like this?” Micky had no chance to answer before the standoff continued.

“You don’t seem to get it.” She said

“Yes I do, and it’s time for you to go.” Mike said, pushing her towards the door, any pretense of politeness gone. Micky tensed as he waited for the inevitable.

Suddenly, the larger man was stalk still and then he awkwardly moved back to his spot beside Micky.

“How did you...” Mike began to ask, but was cut off.

“You’ll do it or else.” Angelene said.

“Or else what?”

How would you like it if I told Micky what’s been on your mind lately? He’ll believe it because he knows what I can do. Think about that a minute. Imagine his reaction to finding out that you’d like nothing better than to rip his clothes off and fuck him silly. Of course, there are other ways to convince you....

“What are you talking about?” Mike asked, too shook up to confine his questions to thought.

Micky felt his body take off on it’s own. What the hell was this? He hadn’t done anything wrong. As soon as he saw Angelene he had immediately began thinking about his blank, white wall again. That worked about as well as it had the last time. He was going to an end table not far from the bed. His hand reached out and picked up a narrow wooden box that was carved with an intricate design. It was beautiful, but nothing next to what was inside it. Nestled in the velvet lining of the box was a stiletto. He removed it and then set the box aside. As he returned to his spot, he had time to look at the weapon . It was a small work of art. The blade was chrome and etched with a design that appeared to be some kind of serpent. It also had a double edge that looked extremely sharp. It disappeared into a hilt and handle that was inset with many colorful gemstones. Pretty as it was, it could not be meant for anything good.

“I’ll show you what I’m talking about. I can make you do anything I want, but it’s so much nicer and easier when people cooperate. Now are you going to be nice?”

“Fuck you!” Mike said defiantly.

“Not tonight, maybe some other time. Maybe never.” She said, as Micky suddenly found himself holding the knife to his best friend’s throat.

“Mick, what are you doin’?!” Mike said, eyes huge with fear and anger. He couldn’t move a muscle to defend himself.

“It’s not me! She’s doing it! I can’t stop myself!” Micky said, hysterical.

“See? If I feel like it, he could easily kill you. Think of that. You’re dead, and your best pal is sent to prison.” Angelene moved closer and gently put a hand to Micky’s cheek before continuing. “It’s okay though. Looking as good as he does, I’ll bet he’d make lots of new friends.”

Before Mike could say anything, Micky backed off and did something far worse. He pushed a sleeve up and held the blade to his own wrist.

“Or how about this? He could slit his own wrists. No one goes to jail this way. Would you like that better?”

Mike looked on helplessly as Micky began to push on the thin blade. Its wickedly sharp point pierced the skin and a pinpoint of blood came to the surface. Micky was very close to hyperventilating. What the fuck was happening? He was going to die and he had no idea why. His best friend could save him but he only watched in stupefied terror.

“Mike, do something! She’s going to kill me! Shit! Give her whatever she wants! Anything! C’mon man!” Micky said in a voice that was becoming very choked up. He watched as the blood began to run down to the palm of his hand in a lazy crimson trail.

“Alright! Whatever you want! Please don’t hurt him anymore! I’ll do what you want!” Mike said, nearly hysterical himself.

Angelene stood beside Micky and kissed him on the cheek before carefully plucking the stiletto from his grasp.

“Sorry about that, babe. Nothing personal.” She said.

Mike felt the hold on him dissolve and immediately grabbed Micky’s wrist to inspect the damage. It was a shallow cut but that didn’t make it any less scary. He pulled a handkerchief from a pocket and put it over the cut to stop the bleeding. Micky was shaking and still breathing hard, but was able to tend to his wound. He wasn’t any less confused. Why was Mike being so stubborn? She was beautiful so it wasn’t as though sex with her was the worse thing that could happen to a guy, even with all her compulsions.

“What’s wrong with you?” Micky asked.

“Huh?”

“You can’t keep talking to her like that, believe me.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“So what’s the problem? I’ve been with her and I guarantee nothing like it has ever happened to you before.”

“That’s not it.”

“What, then?”

“Mick, you don’t understand...”

“So she wants me again?”

“No. She wants both of us”

“Wow! And you’re not up for that? C’mon, when will we get a chance like this again?”

“Oh, for crying out loud.” Angelene said from across the room. “What he’s trying to tell you is I want the two of you together while I watch.”

As soon as the full meaning sunk in, Micky looked positively ill.

“Forget it. There’s no way that....” He said, trailing off as she shook her head negatively.

“Oh sweet thing, didn’t you learn anything the last time? This will happen all right, but how it happens is strictly up to you. I can make your friend here beat the hell out of you and take it, or you can give it up willingly and it will be so much nicer. However you want it.”

“But I don’t want it at all.”

“Too bad. And who knows? You may even get to like it. You‘d better make up your minds quick, though.”

Mike was a mess. He didn’t know which was worse, rage at the complete lack of any control, or guilt at the fact he was going to get exactly what he’d been wanting. He looked at Micky and felt bad all over again. He was standing there, still holding the hankie on his wrist looking so scared, so vulnerable ...so good.

“What are we going to do?” Micky asked.

“What CAN we do? I’m sorry Mick.” Mike replied, unable to look at him.

“Well then, let’s go. I‘ll get you started.” Angelene said, as she made herself comfortable in a chair near the bed.

Mike felt his body move against his will. He was facing Micky now and was very close. His arms went around the smaller man and pulled him closer before leaning down to kiss him. Micky was quivering like a live wire and it only served as another turn on. The kiss was hesitant and gentle. Angelene was taking care to ease them into this. Micky felt himself respond, and he moved closer until the space between them had been eliminated. The kiss deepened and then there was the feathery contact of a tongue against his lips. Fighting the urge to give in to its insistence was pointless. He gradually parted his lips and was met by an intrusion that teased and retreated until he was forced to follow. They parted long enough to catch their breath and then Micky stood immobilized and helpless as he was kissed again. The soft kisses trailed over to a little spot close to his ear and he broke out in goose bumps despite his fear. Dissolving into gentle sucking at various points, the kisses moved on to his throat as hands worked at the buttons of the silk shirt he had so carefully chosen earlier in the day.

Mike was not operating on autopilot anymore. He had quickly discovered that if Angelene approved of his actions, she would let him proceed on his own. Pleasure and guilt were still tangled in a nasty ball in the pit of his stomach, but it was the one small way he had to protect Micky. That’s what he told himself, anyway. It seemed a far better thing to cooperate and be allowed to make this as pleasant as possible rather than being forced to viciously rape his best friend. Although when all was said and done, it still came down to the same thing. He tried not to remind himself of that. The buttons came undone easily despite the unsteadiness of his hands. The pale gray silk slid off and was soon in a small pile on the carpet. Mike was unable to look him in the eye until he heard the quiet sniffing. What he saw nearly broke his heart. The tears spilled silently from beautiful, clear brown eyes and sparkled briefly in the firelight before disappearing into the darkness. He put a hand on either side of Micky’s face and leaned down until their foreheads were touching.

“Oh Mick, I am so sorry.” He whispered. “Do you hate me?”

“No, you can’t help it. She’s making you do it.”

One more time, guilt bit at Mike with its needle-like teeth. He could find no more words besides another whispered “I’m sorry” and then gently kissed away Micky’s tears while a few of his very own slid free.

In the near shadowy corner, Angelene rolled her eyes again, but nevertheless allowed them their moment. Jeez, who knew they’d get all freaked out? She would think they’d be happy for the change of scenery. Well enough of this, it was time to get things going again. Her eyes narrowed just a tiny bit as she exerted her hold over the two men.

Micky felt a rough hand suddenly slide up and ensnare itself in his curls and jerk his head back. A tiny whimper escaped him as the previously soft kisses at the base of his neck turned to painful bites that would undoubtedly leave marks.

‘Stop that crying.’

“I can’t help it.” Micky answered silently.

‘You can and you’d better, because you’ve got a long way to go.’

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, and as soon as he did, Mike’s attentions became gentle again. How would he endure this? Maybe if he just stood quietly and kept himself under control it would be over before he knew it. An amused chuckle drifted through his thoughts before Angelene spoke to him again

‘Oh, please. You surely don’t think you’re just going to stand there and take it, do you? That would hardly be fair to your buddy. No, you‘re going to give as good as you get, and believe me both of you are feeling VERY generous and uninhibited this evening.’

Micky’s view of the room was suddenly askew as a wave of dizziness came over him. It was too much to contemplate. He was still standing despite feeling oddly boneless. Things snapped back to sharp focus as soon as Mike was made to slap him across the face.

'Don’t you DARE pass out on me! You snap out of it this minute or when you wake up it might be just anyone having a go at you. This town is full of the kind that would love to have someone like you in this situation. Come to think of it, it would make things a lot easier for me. Maybe I should go round one up right now. Maybe two.’

"No, please, don’t! I’ll get it together...I’m sorry. Give me another chance.”

Mike had no idea of what Micky was suddenly panicked and babbling about, but he hated Angelene with renewed strength for being the cause. His hand stung from the slap he was forced to deliver and he could see the fresh bite marks he had made. He would not have hurt Micky like that for the world. Slowly, his muscles started to lock up till he could hardly move, a sure sign something else was about to happen to him. The voice in his head confirmed it.

‘Don’t worry, it’s just that your boy needs some practice to loosen him up.’

Micky moved, or was forced to move, behind the other man where he reached up and removed his jacket and then stood closer. Mike felt slow, uncertain hands on his hips moving up and down before going back and down to carefully squeeze his ass. The hands went on to the back of his legs and then around to his thighs and then slowly, very slowly back up toward his crotch. At the last possible second they slid outward, missing a hard on of epic proportions, to continue up to his belt. The deft manner in which he unfastened it only underscored to Micky how he was being used. Under his own power he would have been too torn up to operate a light switch. It certainly was different. Mike was in very good shape and the firmness of his body showed it. Micky had not encountered any of the usual soft places that he had with countless girls. Until now. He had pulled the tail of the ruffled shirt out of the impossibly tight pants and then his hands were roaming under it and over some of the softest skin he had ever touched. The smoothness was interrupted here and there by spots of coarse hair that Micky knew without looking were thick and black. His hands continued their exploration while he leaned his head against a shoulder.

Mike could feel Micky’s breath through his shirt. He seemed to be calming down a little bit. It was hard to concentrate on that while he was being touched this way. He closed his eyes and tried to disguise the fact that it was turning him on. Micky’s hands were strong and calloused from his many years as a drummer and they had just the right amount of roughness. He sighed as they repeatedly grazed his nipples and other sensitive spots before wandering downward to his pants again.

‘See? That wasn’t so bad now was it? Of course, this is just the start.’ Micky heard inside his head again. His hands unfastened the button after a small struggle. And then as he knew they would eventually, they began to roughly stroke Mike’s cock through the fabric. Micky was surprised to find it in the state it was in. Angelene couldn’t resist another comment.

‘I’d like to tell you that in all this, there’s nothing that’s going to hurt you, but I guess you can see for yourself that’d be a lie.’

Micky only had a second or two to consider that before he felt Mike’s hands over his own guiding them as he continued the stroking. Was he actually enjoying this? No. No way. Impossible. The suggestion itself would be enough to earn him an ass kicking. It must be Angelene’s doing. It had to be. His thoughts provoked no response. She remained silent. Micky’s hand pulled free and found the small zipper tab and smoothly pulled it down. Then all on their own, his hands were once again caressing skin. When his mobility came back, Mike turned and began to gradually push Micky backward toward the bed. It was time to divest him of the rest of that outfit. Micky was all too aware of where they were headed, and he was beginning to get nervous all over again. Eventually he stopped when the mattress hit him in the back of the legs. Mike pulled him close and kissed him again before easing him down onto the bed. He laid there with his eyes closed fearing what would come next, feeling the bed sink lower as Mike perched himself over him. He still wouldn’t give up the idea that, perhaps if he kept his eyes closed and pretended it was a girl, he would be able to stand this. Mike was kissing him again. He was really a good kisser. His full, sensuous lips were just made for it. He was neither too rough nor too easy, and.... And what the hell was he thinking? He was not getting to like this. He wasn’t!

‘Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself?’ Angelene’s mental voice asked. Micky ignored her.

‘You’re sure you’re not starting to like this just a little? It’s not healthy to lie to yourself, you know. But don’t worry, I’ll remind you of the truth in just a minute.’

What did that mean? He couldn’t concentrate with what was happening now. Mike had moved away from his lips and was now working his way down. He would pause to lick or nip or suck here and there and he had also managed to unfasten the pants without Micky even noticing. There was no missing the hand between his legs that was caressing and prodding, however. He felt himself getting hard and was disgusted by it. He couldn’t be getting that way on his own.

‘Well I certainly didn’t cause it.’

Micky quickly curbed his rising anger and with it some smart ass words. Besides, something else was going on. He felt the mattress spring back up and then hands at his hips. The leather pants pulled off, turning inside out as they went. Then it was quiet. Mike was stopped just as he was about to crawl back down beside Micky. Now he could only look at him. He was truly beautiful. The flickering light played across his tanned skin, emphasizing every contour of his slender, supple body. It was a sight that also made him feel more self-conscious. He always thought his own body gawky and awkward looking and too pale. That thought brought a response.

‘I’ll be the judge of that. Let’s have a look.’

Angelene stared at him fixedly as he finished what Micky had started. Mike did not like it at all. It was humiliating, but what was he going to do? He did not want to see a sight like that stiletto drawing blood again. He finished undressing and then glared at her, just daring any sort of commentary.

‘A little sun wouldn’t hurt any but I don’t think anyone’s going to notice with that rod you’ve got there. Very nice.

Micky was getting more unnerved by the silence but he was still not going to look. He had heard rustling sounds and didn’t have to see to know what it was.

‘Open your eyes and get up. It’s time to face the truth. Don’t make me tell you twice.’

He obeyed, recognizing her impatience. He pulled his legs in and scrunched himself into a sort of sitting ball. He did not like being exposed to such scrutiny but why was the feeling only making him harder?

’Remember what I said about lying to yourself? ’

Micky looked at her blankly and then felt himself being forced to move. Crawling to the end of the bed, he sat with his legs drawn up underneath him so that he was almost kneeling.

’I’m giving you one chance to do it on your own. I advise you to take it.’

’Do what?’ He thought, dreading the answer he was certain was coming.

Mike was then moved until he was standing directly in front of him. He watched as his hands moved out and came to rest on Micky’s shoulders and then for the first time, Angelene took over his voice for just two little words.

“Suck it.” He said in a low husky way that sounded like a growl. His face did not match the words. He wildly hoped that Micky would look up at him and see that he didn’t mean it. Instead, Micky looked at the bitch with a crushed and miserable expression as though begging for her not to make him do it.

‘Please don’t make me. I’ll do anything else you want.’

‘I know. And you’ll do this, too.’

His eyes were getting that wet, sparkly look again. She raised an eyebrow, and began toying with the stiletto, the implication perfectly clear. Micky hung his head and released a wobbly sigh that sounded close to tears. No hope. He was going to have to do this. How would he be able to face Mike afterwards? He had looked up to him from day one and now this. When it was over he would probably beat him to a bloody pulp. It would serve him right for being such a spineless little puss. He closed his eyes and leaned forward, easily finding his target. The taste and texture was not what was expected at all, but it only distracted him away from his panicked fantasies for a few seconds. It was all too easy to imagine what would happen later. After he took his beating, Davy and Peter would find out why and then they would turn on him. Of course then people within their social circle would find out why he had suddenly disappeared. Too bad he couldn’t just drop dead right then and there.

Mike unsuccessfully tried to stifle the low groan he felt building as the wet heat surrounded him and a hesitant and trembling hand very gingerly caressed the back and underside of his balls. Micky struggled a little before he found a rhythm, but oh, when he did.... After being slowly released, there was the stroke and flicker of a tongue all along the length of his shaft. Pleasure was beginning to overtake guilt. It was wrong but it just felt so good.

Hearing the changes in the other man’s breathing, Micky wondered how much, if any of it, was his doing and how much was Angelene forcing it. It was probably all her, doing it just to screw with him. He still refused to believe that Mike was cooperating in any way with this. He couldn’t possibly. Not someone with his stubbornness and strength. Mike was not a weak little puke like he was. Besides, it wasn’t as though he was getting expert attention. He was trying to do a decent job working on the theory that the sooner he got him off, the sooner this nightmare might end. Although, it wasn’t as bad as he had feared. He continued to imitate moves from his own experience as hands came to rest on the sides of his head and then he was being met with gentle thrusting. Mike was nearly at the end of his rope; it was easy to see. And then suddenly he stepped back.

The outward disappointment remained hidden, but on the inside, his body screeched its outrage at being forced to quit. He tried to breathe normally as he waited for whatever came next. Another look at Micky made him begin mentally berating himself. He was sitting there forlornly, head down, looking every inch the whipped puppy, and yet it was only making him hotter.

‘Oh you sick fuck! How could you?’ He asked himself.

‘That’s what he gets for not listening.’

‘Shut up! None of this is his fault. I could understand if you came after me, but why did you have to drag him into it?’

‘He doesn’t know what he wants, deep down. I just thought I’d broaden his horizons a little- expand the options. But that’s neither here nor there. Now that I’ve softened him up, he’s all yours, and you‘d better not try to fake it because I‘ll know.’

Micky couldn’t miss the quiet and took a surreptitious peek. Angelene was looking at Mike with her ever present smirk and he was staring back with a glare that suggested nothing short of murder. There! He knew Mike wouldn’t go without some kind of argument. It was hopeless, of course, but he was doing it anyway. Mike feared nothing.

Mike staggered a little as his body took on a certain looseness when control of it was given back to him. Looking at Micky again brought on a whole range of conflicting emotions and he wasn’t surprised to find them slowly being shoved aside by the hot desperate longing that had been plaguing him for so long. Micky was sitting there, his for the taking. There was no getting out of it so why shouldn’t he make it as satisfying as he could for the both of them? He sat on the bed beside the other man and put a comforting arm around him. Micky leaned into his embrace, still not looking at him and saying nothing.

Angelene shifted around in her chair, getting comfortable , hanging her legs over one arm, and resting her back against the other. She had finally gotten these two under control. Now the real show would begin.

Micky was trying his best not to cry again. He felt so dirty. Undoubtedly, Mike would have no sympathy after what he had just done. He sat waiting for the rejection and disgust that he was sure was coming. There was only more silence and then, amazingly, the hand on his shoulder moved up and down in a comforting gesture while another hand rested on his head, pulling him nearer and absently smoothing his hair. He wanted to believe it was real. But no, it had to be a trick. He could not look up and face the cold stare of contempt that had to be waiting. The hand that had been brushing the unruly curls away from his face moved to his chin and started to gently push upward. He did not want to look, and resisted.

“Micky, look at me.” Mike said in a voice that was just above a whisper. He did as he was told, and was met by a pair of eyes that were black in the dim light. They blazed at him not with the expected anger but with something else. Something Micky had never seen in them before and did not know how to read. He didn’t have long to look. Mike was nuzzling at his ear and whispered;

“I never wanted to hurt you like this. You believe me don’t you?”

He shivered just a little at the sensation of warm breath against his ear. Could he dare hope that THIS was real? Just when he needed an answer, Angelene would clam up and confirm nothing. He wanted to think that it was, and if it turned out in the end that it wasn’t so, well for a little while he could feel better. He looked up and nodded agreement, feeling hypnotized by the stare that was the only reply and made no attempt to escape as Mike kissed him and eased them both down onto the bed. Fingers intertwined with his own and stretched his arms above his head and then hot skin was against the entire length of his body.

Micky was looking kind of dazed and not at all like himself. Mike was beginning to fear things had already gone too far, but the fear was relegated to the back of his mind as the solid reality of having the object of his lust helplessly pinned beneath him took hold. He kissed him again, long and soft. The scent and taste was something that he would never tire of. He was so soft and delectable in so many places. Like his neck. It lent itself beautifully to light nips that left pale pink spots marking the path that had been taken to the spot near one ear that again raised goose bumps. He paused to give the area he had been forced to wound earlier special attention, brushing his lips across the surface in an unspoken apology before continuing the downward path.

The sensation of skin on skin, with all the kisses and licks, tender nips and artfully applied sucking to all the right places was irresistible to Micky. Why fight it anymore? It was much too late to redeem himself. If he was going to be an outcast or even if he could blame his reactions on Angelene, he was just too tired emotionally and physically to struggle. And it just felt so good. His heart was racing and a small moan that could only be interpreted as pleasured escaped before it was even recognized. He arched his back slightly to meet a caress that ran the entire length of his body before stopping at his thighs. Strong hands moved his legs apart and then the minute flickering of the tip of a tongue over the head of his cock forced a sigh from him. The flickering turned harder and more direct and then became a spiraling motion that continued as the hot wetness took him in almost completely. A rhythmic motion was beginning to develop. Mike felt hands tangle in his hair and hold on to him as his own hands firmly grasped Micky’s ass and pulled him closer. All the noise he was making would suggest he was enjoying himself, but Mike didn’t truly believe it. It had to be the bitch at it again. That aside, HE was enjoying the moment, guilty conscience be damned. Micky had to be getting close from the way he was nearly panting, but Mike didn’t let up. He wanted to discover all of his friend, to possess him entirely if only temporarily.

There was no more holding back. Micky had never come so hard in his life. The room felt like it was spinning for a moment or two afterwards. He had tried to push Mike away but it didn’t work and somehow that had only made it better. The faint feeling was beginning to leave. He could sense a presence directly above him but was still afraid to look. The kisses carried the taste of something new, something that could only be himself. Was it over now? The rough grinding of an enormous erection against his own was the answer. He took what little courage remained and had a careful glance. Mike was not looking at him. His head was hanging down, raven hair in an unusual state of disarray , the muscles in his arms twitching as they supported his weight while continuing his actions. Micky watched him for a moment and then reached up and around to his back where more muscles rippled beneath his fingertips before they glided down to his ass and squeezed in an attempt to bring him closer. Micky could hardly believe he was doing this, or was he? He was unsure which it was and really didn’t care.

Mike was not completely taken by surprise. Just as he was made to injure earlier, so his best riend was being made to do this, probably. Soon it would be over and hopefully not too much damage had been done. In the days to come he would have many occasions to curse that thought.

’Someone’s trying to cheat.’ The voice in his mind said in that sing song way usually reserved for children who were taunting one another. ’Nice try but I told you I’d know if you tried to pull anything.’

Before there was a chance to protest, Mike felt himself being made to retrieve something from the nightstand. It was a small, blue glass bottle that held some kind of liquid. Removing the cap released a pleasant, exotic scent. He poured a little into his hand and saw that it was oil. Micky was watching the latest turn of events with rather disconnected air. Now what? After hearing only his own thoughts for a while, Angelene’s was a small shock.

’Don’t say I never did you any favors.’

What did that mean? He was moving against his will again, but what the hell did he care? She would torment them until she was finished and there was nothing to be done. Now he found himself kneeling, leaned forward with his hands on the headboard in such a posture that it looked like he was trying to hold up the wall behind it. Mike watched with a feeling of dread and anticipation. He poured more of the oil into his hand and then smoothed it over an erection that was almost painfully hard. All the stops and starts and teasing were making him crazy.

Micky managed to remain motionless as he felt some of the oil being poured onto him and then a hand directing it to where it needed to go. The presence of the other man could not be missed. Micky watched as a larger shadow positioned itself behind his own and then there were hands on his hips and a persistent pressure against his ass.

‘I’m sorry ‘ seemed so woefully inadequate for what was happening that Mike said nothing. Angelene had no such reservations however and spoke up mentally one last time.

‘Michael?’

‘What?’ Even in his thoughts he still had that angry tone.

‘You know when I said you should be careful who you called a bitch?’

‘Yeah.’

‘You should have listened.’

And with that, Mike felt himself savagely thrust forward. Micky cried out as he experienced a pain that was like being ripped in two. He tried to pull away but the hands on his hips dug in and held him fast. Oh, it hurt! It was worse than he could have imagined. He didn’t know if he was going to be sick or pass out or what. Mike was suffering from a different mix of feelings. Guilt, pleasure, self-loathing, and anger were pulling at him. Yes, he had been wanting him for a long time, but it never would have been like this. To hurt Micky felt like a knife in his heart, but another part of him was reveling in the unbelievable tightness that nearly got him off on the first stroke. He tried to be still and allow some recovery from this violation but it was no good. Instead of more thrusting he began to move in a circular motion while going a little deeper.

Maybe he deserved this, since it was him that brought Angelene into their lives. Maybe Mike could sense that he was enjoying all that before and was punishing him for it now. All kinds of thoughts raced through his overloaded mind as Micky tried to keep quiet. The pain had faded a little but not much and now much to his confusion, when a certain little spot was hit, it actually felt...good.

The small circles were starting to give way to strokes, short at first and then growing in length and force. Mike was unable to go on for very long and shuddered all over as he came with tremendous intensity. He pulled out and could not help but notice the flinch that went with it. Still at a loss for words, he pulled Micky down and back against him and while wrapping his arms around him as he nuzzled and kissed the back of his neck. He could only hope these feeble actions would convey what words could not. The hope was in vain. Micky squirmed himself free and moved as far away as he could before lying down on his side and curling into a ball, not crying, not saying a single word.

Mike threw Angelene a smoking, venomous look to which he received a ’How should I know?’ kind of shrug. He got closer and took his courage in hand.

“Mick?” He said quietly.

Nothing. He moved closer and touched a shoulder. Still nothing. The confusion, fear and pain had finally become too much and he had actually fallen asleep. Mike pulled the soft blankets up over the both of them and put a protective arm over his friend and it wasn’t long before exhaustion overtook him as well.

The suite faced eastward and the next morning Mike was dragged from sleep by the sun shining cheerfully in his eyes. He stretched and then sat up with a start as memories of the night before came back. There was no one else in the huge bed. Wrapping a blanket around himself, he frantically searched the rest of the suite. Nothing. Upon reentering the bedroom, he noticed that his suitcase was alone in the corner were they had left their stuff. There was not a single trace of Micky to be found. Oh shit, what now? Did that fucking bitch do something else to him? Did she kidnap him? As he sat there with a thousand awful thoughts whipping through his head, he happened to notice a folded piece of paper on the coffee table. It was a note.

Good Morning Boys,

I hope you enjoyed yourselves last night, I sure did. I thought I’d seen about everything but I was wrong. You two are something else! Anyway, I know there were doubts from each of you about what was really going on. You know when you were acting on your own and when I was lending a hand, so you can compare notes and figure it out yourselves. I hope the two of you will be happy together. Maybe I’ll see you again sometime.

Angelene