Page 27 of Something Like Hail

“Are you wearing a condom?”he asked.

No answer.

This encounter could kill him! Especiallysince this was his first time. If something tore inside, and thiscreep had HIV, Noah could end up infected. Was that worth notgetting arrested?

“Stop!” Noah said,squirming to get away from the man. “I mean it!”

Hands grabbed his hips.

“I have AIDS!” He wasn’tproud of the lie, but if it helped… “If you stick your dick in me,you better be wearing a condom or you’ll get it too. You know what?Fuck it! Arrest me! I don’t care. I’m not doing this!”

The person behind him moved away, Noah goingperfectly still in an effort to hear what was happening. Would hebe set free? Or beaten and raped?

“Looks like someone caughtme a big fish,” the officer said. Again.

Noah thought he heard someone swear undertheir breath followed by a dull tapping noise. Was it the sound ofsomeone poking at a touchscreen? Like the kind belonging to aphone?

The deep voice spoke again. “I’m going tomake you come, boy. Blow a big load for me, and I might beforgiving.”

Noah remained still, trying to figure outwhat was really happening. In particular, why the police officerwould say something so strange twice in a row. Not only the samewords, but the cadence was identical too. Like a recording. Then itall clicked into place. Doug wouldn’t have invited the police here.Those spectators from earlier probably didn’t exist either. Hemight not even have a dog. Noah had only heard those things andassumed they were real, but with the right setup, it wouldn’t betoo hard to fake them. That would be messed up and would definitelynecessitate hiring an escort, because most people would call thereal police after being put through an experience like this.

Feeling he now had the upper hand, Noahwanted to smile, but instead he put on a performance. “Look, Idon’t want any trouble, but you can’t fuck me. I don’t really haveany STDs, but I also don’t do that sort of thing. I’ll suck yourdick. Just please don’t arrest me!”

The deep chuckle again. Then a fingerreturned to prod his ass. This time though, it remained one finger.The hand resumed jerking Noah off. Maybe that’s all Doug wanted todo. Noah let himself get into it. Even if wrong and truly indanger, it was still easier to pretend the situation was all aruse. And lose himself in the pleasure, because that finger washitting him just right. Eventually he growled while his cockconvulsed and shot repeatedly. He had no idea where his loadlanded. Nor did he have much time to relax. The chains above hishead were lowered, but he remained captive.

“On your knees,boy.”

That he could handle. Noah did as he wastold, and a cock was shoved in his mouth. It wasn’t long enough togag him, but he put on a show anyway, making choking noises andgasping for air whenever the guy pulled out. He must have donewell, because soon enough, warm liquid struck his face.

Noah could hear the other person panting,but it didn’t sound as deep as the supposed police officer’s voicehad.

“Please let me go,” hesaid. “I won’t tell anyone what happened. I swear.”

He listened to the other person move aroundthe room. Then another recorded message was played.

“I’m going to set you free.Keep the blindfold on until I’ve left the room. After that, you’vegot five minutes to get out of here. Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” he said,nodding eagerly.

The leather cuffs around his wrists wereundone. Noah was tempted to pull off the blindfold to see thetruth, but at this point, playing along was easier. He remained onhis knees, listening to footsteps move away. Then he heard a voice,but again, it wasn’t deep enough to match that of the officer.

“Five minutes.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, Noahripped off the blindfold. The room was sparse. A variety of sexequipment and some shelves surrounded him. The speakers weren’timmediately obvious, but he spotted some mounted in the corners.Noah had seen Harold stream music from his phone to a distantwireless speaker at home. No reason Doug couldn’t do the same.

Noah noticed his clothing in a pile just infront of him. He scrambled for it, eager to leave. He only pausedto look at the check sitting on top of them. Four hundred bucks. Heallowed himself a smile, certain now it had all been some twistedgame. He had done pretty well! At least his ass hadn’t beenviolated by a nightstick. He got dressed and patted his pockets,feeling his phone and wallet there. Then he left the room.

The apartment was large and nicelydecorated, but he didn’t linger. No sign of a dog, but at thispoint, he wasn’t surprised. Noah was outside and walking down thestreet with time to spare. Once he was a few blocks away, heallowed himself to stop and look back. What a freak show! He hadnothing against roleplay, but that had been weird. And sort ofmean. If he hadn’t figured out the truth, how would he be feelingright now? Violated? Humiliated?

He checked his phone,unsure of the time, and noticed two text messages. Both were fromHarold. The first said,Screw the rules!It’s not real. You’ll hear some weird stuff tonight but it’s allfake. Remember that!

Noah smiled. The text message had arrivedtoo late to be useful, but he appreciated the intent. The nextmessage was even better.

Text me as soon as you’re done. Or call. Ican give you a ride.

That would be nice! For more than onereason. Noah walked to the next major intersection, then sent theaddress to Harold along with a disclaimer that he didn’t need todrive there at all if he was busy.

He wasn’t. Harold showed up fifteen minuteslater, pulling into a fast food parking lot and getting out of thecar before Noah could get in. Harold’s face was gaunt, like heexpected the worst.