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“One Night in Prague”
By
Jotto
Chapter Five
The two young men didn’t stop to think about it and just took off running like two bats out of hell before anybody could even react to the alarm. Their shoeless feet barely touched the heavily eroded asphalt as they flew into the foreboding darkness that filled the alleys that narrowly separated the abandoned factories and machine shops. They gave no thought of running naked as they were just glad to be free. After they passed three large buildings, each the size of a football field, they swung around a corner and passed two more buildings, running and running until they couldn’t here the alarm they set off. And still they ran some more until they finally swung around one more corner of a graffiti strewn building and took refuge beside a bunch of dumpsters under the dim light of an old bulb. Stephan and Marco were hyperventilating from the exhausting sprint and the thrill of their escape. Once they caught their breath, Stephan turned to look back around the corner to see if they were being chased, but there is no one to be seen. Marco went to look as well by leaning over Stephan, but as he did, his cock accidentally slide up between Stephan’s butt cheeks. Stephan, who was all too well familiar with the sensation of being mounted and smiled as he looked back at Marco. Marco made an apologetic shrug but then made no attempt to remove himself from Stephan’s playground as a proper gentleman should have done. Marco’s bashful gaze became serious and even a little predatory as he leaned in just a little harder pressing his cock more firmly between Stephan’s bubbly rump.
It may have been the torturous experience that he just went through or the thrill of escaping naked, or that he was just so insanely attracted to Stephan for being his savior and for being such a hot little number, but Marco only wanted to take Stephan right then and there even at the risk of being caught and tortured again. Stephan wanted to let him but knew it was wrong and made a dim attempt to push Marco away by turning to him and placing a hand on his chest.
Stephan tried to defuse the moment with a joke, “Oh, you men are all alike.”
Marco was in heat and didn’t back off. His heavy breathing was all that Stephan could hear in the still of the night. Even the crickets and scurrying rats seemed to pause as they too waited for the inevitable.
Stephan tried again, “No, I know you understand, NO.”
Marco’s breathing became even heavier and faster.
Stephan tried a little less to resist, “No, it would be really stupid to…”
Even under the faded light of an old bulb, Stephan could see the fire in Marco’s eyes and his resistance ended. Marco’s body leaned into Stephan’s as his pulsing cock found its way between his legs. The young film maker gasped as the Italian-African body builder’s cock slid across the rim of his puckering hole. Stephan’s cock was pressed between their bodies and his hands grabbed onto Marco and pulled him tighter. Stephan rationalized irrationally that this would help Marco who needed to expel the beast that was in him. But he just really wanted to get fucked by this really hot guy.
Stephan sighed, “Oh, fuck me.”
Marco understood that well enough and like a heatseeking missile, his cock found its target and started to make its way into Stephan. Marco encountered a little resistance at first, until Stephan surrendered completely and raised one knee into his chest. Marco grabbed Stephan’s raised leg and pushed it further back. And as he grabbed Stephan’s other leg and folded him in half and shoved him up against the rough and worn brick wall, the plump head of his cock popped into place as if were meant to be in there all along. It was a perfect fit. Stephan’s back dug into the brick wall hard enough to rough up his skin, but he didn’t care. He lost his breath as the rest of Marco’s cock effortlessly slide up into his smooth and supple hole. Marco was ecstatic with the sensation of having his cock fully planted in this absolutely adorable man. Marco knew at that instant that he found his new home deep inside of Stephan.
Stephan had to remind himself to breath as the glory of having Marco inside of him was all that he hoped it would be and decided that that was how he wanted to spend the rest of his life and that Marco was the guy he wanted to spend it with.
Stephan declared, “You are going to marry me and fuck me for the rest of my life.”
Marco had the same idea and made a similar declaration with his deep voice, “Oh, sei solo tu per sempre.”
As soon as Stephan realized that Marco had his hands full and wouldn’t be able to give him a courtesy-tug, he took one hand off of Marco’s beautifully sculpted body and started vigorously stroking himself. Both men knew that they had to get back to the business of escaping so that this moment of unbridled passion had to unfortunately be a quickie. Stephan could feel Marco’s pending climax building up inside of him, his big black cock getting thicker and harder inside of him. Marco could feel Stephan’s glorious hole clenching tighter as his pile-driver of cock ponded its way deeper and deeper into him. Both of their loins girded with procreative power and simultaneously became awash with their turbulent life-generation fluid. Marco exploded inside of Stephan as Stephan celebrated their sweaty union with a pearlescent fireworks display of his own.
As their climaxes receded, their heads collided and their lips met again. Marco gently set Stephan down onto his feet as they continued to resuscitate each other. Their eyes opened and gazed into each other as their lips slowly parted. No words were spoken but the love they had for each other was completely understood.
Then Marco saw Stephan’s face become aglow with joy…oh wait, it wasn’t joy, it was the glow of approaching headlights. Marco whipped his head around to look just in time to see the blue siren lights of a police car turn on. Marco tried to pull Stephan along with him as he went to hide between the dumpsters, but Stephan held his ground as Marco disappeared between the dumpsters.
Stephan was confused, “What are you doing? It’s the police.”
Marco’s voice rung out from behind the dumpsters, “Loro non sono la vera polizia.”
Stephan misunderstood Marco but tried to rationalize with him, “Yeah, it’s the p-o-l-i-c-e. They’ll understand why we’re like this once we explain what happened to us.”
The police car was getting very close.
Marco’s disembodied voice was alarming, “No, falso, non la polizia! Falso, falso!”
It started to dawn on Stephan, “Are you saying false?”
The police car was close enough for Stephan to see their faces even in the glare of their lights.
Stephan became alarmed, “Are you saying their not the real police?”
Marco went silent with desperate fear and Stephan thought he could hear Marco’s bare feet running off into the darkness. He didn’t blame him, not after the torture he had recently been through.
As it turns out, Marco had recognized this as the police, the phony police that is, as the ones who had abducted him weeks ago under bogus pretenses.
The police car stopped and hit Stephan with the full power of their searchlight. Instinctively, Stephan raised his hands into the air. He knew it would have been useless to try to hide his massive sperm-drenched cock that was till under the influence of an almost lethal dose of erectile medication, so he didn’t even try. He squinted against the harsh light and slowly positioned his hand to partially shade his eyes.
The doors to the police car creaked opened with the distinctive squeal of old and rusty hinges. That was enough to confirm Stephan’s new fear which gave cause for him to consider making a run for it. But the two men were quick to get out of the car and have him cornered.
The first officer sauntered in close to Stephan, “Co tu máme?”
Stephan knew that nothing he’d say could get him out of this pickle so all could do was to clear his throat and delay the inevitable with, “Sorry, what?”
The second officer responded making a half-hearted effort to speak English, “Americký? American?”
Stephan’s heart had moved up to his throat, “Ah, yeah, American.”
The first cop moved close enough to tap his nightstick on the underside of Stephan’s cock, lifting a bit to get a better look at it. Stephan had the fleeting thought of slapping the stick away from his cock but knew better to just stay still for fear of incurring the cop’s wrath.
But Stephan did dare to protest, “Hey, careful with that.” And then the smart aleck in him muttered, “I only got one of those.”
The first cop laughed and spoke English more proficiently, “Then you should not have it out where any one could trip over it. What are you, some sort of go-go boy that likes to show it off?”
The second cop snickered, “Maybe he thinks he Tarzan, swinging through the trees naked.”
The first cop, “There no trees here. And where is loincloth? He not even have a loincloth. Not that it would hide that elephant trunk of his.”
Stephan could now see the uniforms the two cops were wearing were ill fitting and disheveled.
Stephan couldn’t resist to ask, “Hey, you’re not the police, are you?”
The first cop drew his gun, “Well… no, we are the law here. Just not the law you want. Now do not move or I shoot you.”
The second cop shined his light at the dumpsters, “Where is your big black friend we saw you with?”
The second cop searched the dumpsters, but Marco was nowhere to be seen.
The second cop continued, “No big deal, we will find him. A big naked black man should be easy to find around here.”
Stephan was petrified staring down the barrel of a gun, it was his first time too be in such a life threatening situation. Stephan offered no resistance as the second cop holstered his light and moved in to wrangle his arms behind his back and forced his naked body up against the hood of the phony police car. Stephan’s cock and balls were still overly sensitive from the medication so that when his privates collided with the edge of the car, he shot a quick burst of cum across the hood as the cop was cuffing his wrists.
The first cop was both amazed and disgusted at the sight of cumsplashing across the hood of his car and slapped Stephan across the face, “You filthy American! Clean that up!”
Even as frightened as Stephan was, he could still become indignant, “Hey, that wasn’t my fault.”
The cop insisted, “I said, clean that up, pretty boy.”
Stephan argued, “How can I with my hands behind my back?”
The cop grabbed Stephan by the hair and shoved his face down onto his own sperm that was now running down the hood of the car. Stephan cried out in pain as his huge cock and balls were pinched between his body and the car. The cop used his free hand to whip out his flashlight and shined it close on the young man’s grimacing face sliding around in a pool of his own cum.
The cop growled, “Lick it up!”
Stephan was aghast, “What?”
“I said to lick it up, or I will put this flashlight up your ass.”
The other cop joked, “I don’t think he would mind that.”
The cop took the flashlight and rubbed its broad end against Stephan’s anus. Stephan flinched from the cold metal touching his hole. But having it shoved up his ass wasn’t that much of a threat since Stephan had made it a practice of inserting even bigger objects up in there almost every night.
You know that working on a film can be very stressful and we all have our ways of dealing with stress, and shoving inanimate objects up his ass was Stephan’s way of expelling the stresses of the day.
But Stephan was more afraid of the gun that was pointed at him, a gun that was moving in closer and closer. The cop with the flashlight shined it back onto his face and pressed his head harder into the metal of the car.
Both cops commanded him to, “Lick it! Lick it up!”
Stephan had no revulsion to consuming his sperm as he could be a voracious cum swallowing slut from time to time. He just didn’t like be told to do it at gunpoint. Stephan often had sexual fantasies involving cops having their way with him, but those fantasies did not prepare him for the reality of it all.
Stephan started licking his sperm off the hood of the car. And then he realized he could get their goat if he appeared to enjoy it. So with a defiant gaze, he started to lick the car clean with delightful glee and making yummy noises.
The cop took his hand off of Stephan’s head out of disgust and frustration. Stephan continued to freely and joyfully lick up every drop of his sperm. Frustrated, the cop grabbed Stephan by his hair again and pulled him back up straight and bent his head back.
The cop growled, “You think you are cute? You like being made to do this thing? Well, we will see how much you enjoy pain.”
The cop tossed Stephan into the back of the car like a sack of potatoes, his head smacking into the door on the far side. As Stephan righted himself in the back seat, the old but still plush upholstery confirmed that tis was not a real police car. Stephan knew from being arrested for lewd behavior and indecent exposer back home in West Hollywood that the back seat of a police car is made of hard plastic for a number of unpleasant reasons. There were bars on the windows so he couldn’t kick out the windows. There were only open gaps in the door where the doorhandles use to be. Stephan’s mind became abuzz with fear and dread at what awaited him at the end of the car ride. The phony cops took Stephan on an extended tour of the abandoned industrial park as they executed a wild hare of a ride in a desperate attempt to find Marco. They stopped briefly at every dark corner and shined the spotlight frantically looking for him. The car was driven so erratically that Stephan had trouble staying in his seat. The cop riding shotgun turned in his seat to look at Stephan and leered at his naked body.
The cop asked, “Where is your boyfriend? We will find him.”
Stephan sneered, “Fuck off.”
As the car rolled on, the occasional streetlamp sent shards of light into the cabin partially illuminating Stephan’s fine body and reveling just how ugly his captors were.
The cop mocked him, “Oh, why you be so rude?”
The cop focused on Stephan’s erect cock for a long minute. Stephan could feel his gaze burning into his bobbing cock like a laser beam. The cops curiosity finally got the better of him and he reached back to touch Stephan’s favorite toy. As the cop held onto the massive member with his fingertips, he swung it around to examine it all over. Stephan stared off to the dark and distant horizon wishing he could be anywhere but there. It wasn’t be fondled by a man that spooked him, but the thought that these two mean and ugly men would want to have sex with him.
The cop continued to fondle him as, “That is a lot of cock for just one man. You know, we could make things easy for you if you tell us where is your boyfriend. Instead of giving you back to the butcher, we could take you to our place and put you to work as a pleasure boy, no torture. All you have to do is tell us where the black one is.”
Stephan started to recognize some of the buildings that he and Marco had run past during their escape. Even if he knew where he was, he would still chose to be valiant and silent.
Stephan tilted his head back, “Go ahead, fondle my cock, because it’s the only way that someone as ugly as you could even touch someone like me.”
Of course, the man took offense and let go of Stephan only to give a hard slap across the head of his cock. Stephan flinched a bit, but it didn’t bother him for he had slapped his cock around harder than that in the past.
Stephan gazed out the window and whispered a wish into the night, “Run fast and run far, my beautiful Marco.”
Stephan’s moment of hope became a moment of ultimate dread as the car came to a sudden stop in front of the same building and same door that the taxi driver had brought him to earlier that evening. Stephan’s breathing became hyper as one of the officers got out and opened the backdoor closest to Stephan. Stephan tried his best to avoid him by sliding away from him. The cop reached in for him but Stephan tried to fight him off by kicking wildly at him. The bogus cop was well equipped for the part he was playing and whipped out his nightstick and whacked Stephan about the legs. As Stephan screamed and recoiled his legs in pain, it left his balls wide open and defenseless. The cop was quick to seize the opportunity and brought his nightstick down with unstoppable force upon Stephan’s balls. Stephan momentarily lost the ability to breath as he curled up into a fetal position. His hair-trigger cock once again shot out another load of cum across the backseats. As Stephan again writhed in pain, he still had the presence of mind to worry about those two men making lick up the new mess he just made. The other cop didn’t see Stephan’s latest ejaculation so when he opened the other door that Stephan was cowering against, he just yanked him out and let him fall down onto the crumbling asphalt below. Stephan started breathing again with a scream and wanted to kick at his assailants but he was in to much pain to unfold himself. The two evil men grabbed the nearly sobbing Stephan from under his arms and dragged him into the foreboding edifice. Once inside, the bogus cops dropped Stephan to the floor at the feet of the butcher. Stephan shuddered at being dragged back into hell as the men discussed their disgusting business.
In Czechoslovakian, the men talk urgently.
The butcher demanded to know, “Where is the dark one he helped to escape?”
The two cops shrugged and one answered, “We couldn’t find him.”
The butcher commanded, “You shouldn’t have come back here without him. Get back out there you idiots and find him before he can get back to town and alert the real police.”
The two cops stumbled over each other trying to run out of the building as fast as they could. As the pain ebbed fro Stephan’s balls, he was able to relax his body a bit and looked up with a contemptuous gaze. Already angry at the recent series of events, the butcher really became furious at how Stephan was looking at him and ferociously kicked Stephan alongside his head and then sent his steel-tipped boots careening into his already aching balls. The pain caused Stephan’s cock to once again erupt with a splendorous spray of his sperm.
The butcher tried to kick Stephan’s balls again, but the young man had already curled up his body into a tight defensive ball of resistant muscle protecting his sizable family jewels. So the butcher resorted to a kick straight up his asshole. Stephan screamed load enough to peek the curiosity of the cab driver which brought him in to see what was going down. He did so love the sound of screaming young men. The two men spoke frantically and seemed to be blaming each other for the breach of security. Stephan was at least able to have the satisfaction of knowing that he ruined their knight and that he caused them a great deal of consternation. Stephan smiled even though he knew there was more trouble and pain coming for him.
After a bit more finger pointing and arguing, the butcher instructed the taxi driver to bring Stephan, or as he called him, “That gutter rat”, to room one, zero, one. The taxi driver reached down and grabbed Stephan by one of his legs and dragged him across the dank cement floor into the most ominous room in the building. Stephan feared death was at hand once he saw all forms of torture devices and implements hanging on the walls. And quite out of place was a handsome deckchair made of highly polished hardwood. It came from a cruise ship that had been decommissioned years ago. Ironic how a thing designed for rest and pleasure could be used to such sadistic ends.
Stephan started to kick away at the taxi driver in a futile attempt to break free, but not only was Stephan worn down by the events of the evening, the taxi driver was twice as big and three times as strong as the twunk from West Hollywood. The taxi driver was able to casually reach through the storm of flailing legs and grabbed Stephan by his balls. That took some of the fight out of Stephan even as the pain caused him to shoot out yet another load.
The taxi driver wrangled Stephan to his feet, “Ha, I have you by the balls.”
Stephan shouted, “Fuck you!”
The taxi driver used his testicular hold on Stephan to force him down onto the deckchair. Stephan landed with a thud as the butcher walked into the room. The butcher walked behind Stephan and held him down by his shoulders as the taxi driver spread his legs to either side of the deckchair where shackles were waiting to be buckled around the young man’s ankles. The butcher then put Stephan into a chokehold as the unstoppable cabby took the cuffs off him and secured his wrist into more shackles on either side of the deckchair. Stephan wasn’t going anywhere and his engorged manhood was defenseless between his splayed legs.
The cab driver knelt down beside the restrained Stephan as the butchered look on. The cabby sighed as he reached out and firmly fondled Stephan’s cock. Stephan tried to turn his hips away in an attempt to pull his cock out of the cabby’s hand, but to no avail. The cabby’s vice-like grip loosened around Stephan’s cock. The cab driver started to admire the mighty manhood that held in his hand and caressed it tenderly. Stephan had seen that look before and mostly from men he wasn’t interested in and became even more worried than he was about being tortured. The evil cabby became weirder as he gazed upon the beautiful Stephan with the longing eyes of someone who has actually always been alone despite all the men he has had in his clutches.
As the driver admired Stephan’s cock, “You are magnificent. I could treat you like a prince, or maybe a princess, whichever you prefer. Make you my number one boy. I could spoil you with jewelry and trips to exotic places. I could be kind to you if you would be kind enough to lay with me. Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Stephan was repulsed and incredulous of his offer, “Are you kidding? After what you did to me? After what I know you’ve done to countless men? I couldn’t even fake it with you, though I know that would be the smart thing to do. I would rather be tortured than lay with you.”
The driver was truly disappointed, “That is stupid. You are a little bitch, aren’t you? You make things all wrong by escaping, and helping the other one to escape. I could have been nice to you and forgive you for that. But now I have to make things very difficult for you, hurt you…and even kill you.”
Stephan knew his next words could be his last, “Good, I would rather die than be fucked by you.”
The driver became cold and soulless as he grabbed Stephan by his face, “That wasn’t nice. So…okay, back to business, now we do this hard way or easy way. Where is the one you took with you? You know, that beautiful black man.”
Stephan forced his head out of the cabby’s grip, “I don’t know! And I wouldn’t tell you any way, so fuck off.” Stephan spat in his face, spittle landing right across his mouth.
The cabby smiled as he licked his lips clean, “Good, very good, we do this the hard way. I prefer the hard way. I look forward to make you an ugly mess.”
And even though the cabby gently patted Stephan on the face, Stephan could still feel the great power that was in those ruff and meaty hands. The young man broke out into a cold sweat knowing that his act of defiance was going to cost him dearly. His breathing quickened as he saw the taxi driver turn to the wall and ponder which of the heinous contraptions he was going to use on him. The driver looked back at Stephan and stared at his huge balls for a moment.
The driver smiled, “Yes, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. I bet those big balls of yours are more sensitive than average men, much more. Plus you still hard from stiffy medication which make you more, much more sensitive.”
Without looking back at the wall, the driver grabbed what he wanted. He took off the wall a spring loaded clamp that was hardwired to a power supply unit that was already on and humming with power. Stephan knew instantly from the heavy gauge of the wires that this was going to be shockingly painful. He tugged and pulled at the restraints in a desperate yet futile attempt to break free. Stephan cowered back into the chair as much as he could, but the highly polished wood made it impossible to gain any leeway. As the driver reached down between Stephan’s legs, he widened the spring loaded clamp as far as it would open and harshly pulled on Stephan’s scrotum forcing his balls through the ring of metal. Stephan jolted expecting an electric shock, but it was just the cold of the metal that spooked him. The driver let the spring clamp snap tight around the base of Stephan’s scrotum. Stephan jolted and squealed from the tight and sudden pinch of the clamp snapping tight around his testicular purse.
As the driver walked over to the power supply unit, “Well big dick boy, I give you one more chance before I turn this on, where is he?”
Stephan was at a loss for words as he seethed with anger and fear of the pending doom. Stephan correctly deduced that that evil man was going to turn that thing on no matter what he said, so…
Stephan growled out, “Listen up you thickheaded neanderthal, I will tell you this again real slow so you can understand me, you ugly lout. I wouldn’t tell you even if I knew. But I bet you anything that those big beautiful legs of his have carried him miles from here where you’ll never get your filthy hands on him again. Why, I bet he’s already at the police station and he will bring down this whole sick operation of yours. So let’s fucking do this already so I don’t have to look at your pig-face or smell that cheap-ass chlorine-smelling cologne of yours. My God, where did you get that scent, Home Depot?”
The cabby thought for a moment about how to take that, and then chuckled, “Hm, I respect that. You are like little field mouse telling falcon to fuck off right before it swoops in for kill. Yes, I respect you. But now, here I come, I am the falcon.”
The increasingly impatient butcher made a circular motion with his finger prompting the driver to just get on with it.
The taxi driver shrugged, “Now I have fun.”
The cabby turned to the power supply unit and slowly place his thumb and forefinger on the power level knob.
Stephan put all his strength into one more explosive attempt to break free as he blurted out, “AHHH, FUCK YOU!”
The driver just smiled, “Here is number one setting.”