by Kol Anderson
Brent couldn’t help but feel undeserving of that love. There were people in the world who had done worse things to their partners than have doubts, but still Brent couldn’t quite forgive himself.
But when Scott almost forced him to hug, and pulled him next to himself on the carpet, when he held Brent in his arms, the bad stuff slowly dissipated. “You’re shaken up,” Scott said. “It’s understandable after a life and death situation. Just let it go for now, okay? I’m sorry about everything. I feel like I’m partly to blame, because I took that route. You didn’t even want to come.”
“Don’t say that.”
“And if you’re having second thoughts about the murder club thing, I understand, but you know that they can’t get to us. These people are professionals, Brent. And it’s a covenant based on mutual trust. It’s designed so no one can bring anyone down without sabotaging themselves. I’m a lawyer, this is what I do for a living. That contract is safe,” he said, and squeezed Brent harder. “Moreover. I will never let anything bad happen to you. That’s all you need to know.”
The sincerity in Scott’s voice almost made him cry, but Brent kept his emotions at bay. This wasn’t the time. Right now, he had Scott and everything else in the world was secondary.
Without thinking, Brent started kissing Scott, and Scott responded by running his hand all over Scott’s muscular body. Brent got on his knees between Scott’s legs, and Scott was leaning back with his head looking up, his eyes closed.
“Do you want it?”
“Yeah…”
It was a game they played. Brent marveled at the way Scott would do everything Brent wanted, when he wanted.
Without wasting any more time Brent took Scott’s cock in his right hand and pulled gently on it until it began to stiffen. He then took the head in his mouth and sucked gently. While he continued to suck, Brent slid his hand up and down the rest of Scott’s semi hard shaft. After about a minute Scott was fully hard and Brent was able to take more into his mouth.
He clamped his lips down on Scott’s dick and sliding his head back only to repeat this over and over. Meanwhile, Brent’s tongue was sliding all around Scott’s cockhead. He felt the precum seeping out and eagerly licked it up. He kept licking up and down his shaft. He grabbed Scott’s dick and stroked it. Brent gently pushed the tip of his tongue up the middle of Scott’s ball sack. He couldn’t hold back though and buried his face in Scott’s balls, licking away eagerly. He looked up and noticed that Scott was watching Brent lick his balls. Brent got on all fours and stuck his ass up in the air. He took Scott’s cock back into my mouth and began to bob his head up and down.
“Shit, keep that up,” Scott moaned. Brent kept at it, making sucking and slurping noises. Eventually, he was able to take almost all of Scott’s dick in his mouth. He slowed down and tried again. He got all of it in this time. Brent could feel Scott’s cock head in his throat, chin resting against his balls.
“Yeah, Brent, fuck!” Scott practically screamed.
Brent started to bob his head up and down his shaft. After about a minute more he couldn’t take it. Within seconds, Scott was screaming that he was about to come. Brent stayed where he was, when Scott’s cock began squirting. He kept his mouth clamped firmly on Scott’s shaft, not wanting to spill a drop. Brent moaned in delight as his cum coated Brent’s mouth. He even caught the next spurts in his mouth. After he had come down from his orgasm, Brent sucked gently on Scott’s cock, all that cum in his mouth.
“Show me your mouth,” Scott said.
Taken aback, Brent managed to tilt his head back and show him all his cum. It felt so sexy doing that. Knowing Brent could make him happy. The cum was a reward as Brent saw it.
“Swallow it now,” Scott demanded.
Again, Brent complied. Swallowed his whole load and then opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show Scott. Things then got quiet for a while as they both just kind of sat there naked. Then Scott broke the silence.
“I’m not done yet,” he said, and got up and Brent watched him walk over to the mini bar. He drank some Gatorade, and went back to where Brent was still on the carpet, watching the fire.
“Hey, Brent,” Scott said, and Brent turned to find Scott sporting another erection.
Brent grinned. “It could with some priming,” he said and took Scott’s cock in his mouth, licking and slobbering as much as possible to get it nice and slippery. This time Brent turned around, so he was on all fours, and felt Scott grab his hips from behind. Next thing he knew, Brent felt the tip of Scott’s cock against his tight opening. Scott pushed in gently and let Brent adjust to him first. Then pushed more in. eventually, Scott got all his dick into Brent’s ass. The feeling was unbelievable. Scott pulled out slowly and pushed back in.
“Fuck that feels great. Fuck me in my ass. Fuck me hard and deep” Brent said. Scott didn’t respond but he did speed up and start pushing in harder. Brent felt his asshole stretching and then relaxing as it became accustomed to Scott’s size. There was no pain at this point and Brent just wanted Scott to ram his dick up his hole. Scott started pounding in and out of Brent’s ass. Brent was in a daze of pleasure.
“let’s try a different position.” Scott said.
he stopped pounding Brent and stood there catching his breath while Brent flipped over onto his back. He grabbed one leg in his left hand and held it up near his head. The other one he pulled back and used the underside of the table to keep it pulled back. In this position, Brent was presenting his ass to Scott, and could see Scott working his way inside his ass. Scott put the tip back against Brent’s asshole and pushed in. He resumed pounding Brent as if they had never stopped.
“Yes yes yes yessss pound my asshole with your big hard cock” Brent said.
Scott looked Brent in the eyes while he rammed his dick up his ass and started talking dirty.
“yeah…. you like that, huh? Take it. Take my cock!”
Brent could barely handle it anymore, and took his own dick in his right hand and started to jack off, within a minute he felt the cum rise in his balls.
“Keep pounding me I’m gonna cum!” Brent said almost pleading.
Scott sped up and rammed Brent as hard as he could until Brent blew a load all over his stomach, chest, and hand. He just let his body relax from the orgasm and let Scott fuck him. The sight of Brent cuming must have pushed Scott over the edge and he tensed up.
Scott exploded deep inside Brent’s ass. Brent could feel his warm cum coating him. He pulled out and Brent started to laugh. “That was hot!”
When he looked at Scott, he had a serious look on his face.
“Even after six years, I can make you cum,” Brent said, feeling happier than he had in days.
Scott was still gazing at him. “Even after six years, I can still make you laugh.”
Brent grabbed Scott’s hand and pulled him close. They kissed. “You taste of my cum,” Scott complained.
“And you taste…” Brent said, “like you’ve had too much Gatorade!”
Scott lifted Brent and picked him up, lifted him over his head. “Hey, no fair!!!”
“Shut up, and let me fuck you a third time!”
“In the bath?”
“In the bath!”
The Friends
JAMIE
Reeve’s house was a big old empty mansion, no sign of housekeeping or help visible but the place was without a single speck of unruly particle, nothing was out of place. The guy was obsessive in just about everything. Expensive furnishings adorned the walls and the entire house was set up to look like a museum.
“I know this probably sounds like another episode of The Billionaire and the Prostitute with a Heart of Gold,” Alaric began, “but I didn’t feel like going all the way back to whatever dump you were holed up in to get your clothes, so just go out tomorrow and buy whatever you want. I’ll get my chauffeur to drive you. It’s my money, so don’t be stingy. I don’t like cheap shit. If you don’t know what to get, if you’re one of those
clueless people, just ask the assistants to help you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
His phone rang, and Jaime started to feel dizzy. But he didn’t want to appear weak or piss him off again, so he tried not to let it bother him. Fortunately, Rick placed one hand over the phone’s receiver, and turned to Jamie. “Go upstairs to my bedroom, the one on the right. Get cleaned up, we’re going out.”
With that he started walking toward a room that Jamie guessed must have been his study, and he closed the doors, so Jamie could no longer hear his voice.
Jamie slowly made his upstairs to the room, and went inside.
The minute he got a chance, Jamie grabbed his wallet and locked himself in the bathroom. He stood by the toilet and opened the wallet.
To one side, there was a picture, of him and another male, who looked about the same age as him. As the emotions took over, he realized he had been avoiding looking at this picture for a very long time because of the pain all those unresolved feelings caused. Now, he had no choice, so he allowed himself to feel the pain.
All the heartache that came from looking at that face again…was unbearable. It would have been better to just let it go for now, and deal with the desperation of monumental loss later but he knew he couldn’t hold on to that picture anymore. It took a lot of courage to finally rip it up into pieces, and to flush those bits. It physically hurt to think about what he just did, and Jamie had to steady himself against the wall, before he could finally move away.
“I’m sorry Sean…” he wiped the tears. “This was the only way. The only way I can bring these people to justice. The world needs to know, they deserve to be in prison. They’re murderers, every single one of them! And I’m the only one who can do it.”
The Ritual
JAMIE
We had to drive a bit before we reached this weird place in the middle of nowhere. It was basically a camping site, and by the time we got there it was past midnight. I could hear laughter and music playing in the distance, just random party music.
Alarik grabbed my hand, and it was a strange gesture I didn’t expect from a guy like him. Does he even like holding hands? Maybe he was doing it for the benefit of the others he was trying to impress. I was wearing one of his t-shirts which was too large on me, and a pair of jeans, and a heavy wool coat to fight the cold.
As we made our way toward the sounds, I saw a large fire. I could see people in the distance. I could see they were all drunk or high. This hot guy was straddling another on a lounge chair to one side, and they were practically fucking each other. The one on top was Brent and the bottom one was Scott, they were a couple, as Alaric told me earlier. There was a guy and a girl making out next to the them, and they weren’t a couple, but just something they did on and off, Zach and Emily. She was the only girl in the club that I knew of. But she was the worst of them all. And last but not the least, there was Jeff, a forty year old male, of the hot and straight variety who seemed to be a level above everyone else. I could tell him and Alarik had a bit of a feud going on, it was nothing more than a pissing contest but still. Sometimes it was fun to watch.
The whole thing was strange. A bunch of people coming together to form what they referred to as Murder Club. I was getting weird vibes from Emily and Zach, even Jeff to a certain degree, they totally fit the bill. But the couple, Brent, and Scott, I was having trouble seeing them as part of this group. Of course, I was supposed to be part of the group now, I guess. Who would have thought?
“The newbie looks like a baby,” Emily said, and I felt like I was suddenly on display and naked. “Are you sure he belongs with us?”
Alaric put his arm around me and pulled me in. “I chose him, didn’t I?”
“Just like Rick,” Jeff said. “To be this full of himself!”
“Well, the joke is on you,” Rick said. “Cause this one will do everything I ask.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Jeff retorted.
Suddenly, Rick turned to me. “Jamie, get up and stand there.”
Of course, I didn’t want to do it, but I knew I had to play the game. I got up, and I was drunk already, so whatever little show they wanted, I could bring myself to do it.
I stood and went to stand by the fire, so they could all see me. I kept drinking from the bottle of Absolut I still had in one hand.
“Take off your clothes,” Rick instructed, and I could hear them all snickering. They were laughing at me. The thought made me feel worse than I already felt.
“He's not going to do it,” Emily said. “Go back to your husband, kid, we’re totally winning this bet!”
Rick was glaring at me and drinking his beer. I could tell he wasn’t happy. I smiled at him and set the Absolut down. I straightened up and started by taking off my shirt. Well, his shirt to be exact. That’s when I saw that hint of smile on Rick’s face. It was weird, but after that I didn’t have trouble stripping down to my tightie whities. Rick’s smile kept widening slowly. But he didn’t say a word. Not encouragement, not even a smug comeback to his friends.
“He’s fucking gorgeous,” Brent commented and everyone else started to tell me to take it all off. Rick was still sipping on the beer, and smirking. We were gazing in each other’s eyes.
It was weird. To see him this happy. And for the cause to be me.
I didn’t even close my eyes when I took off my briefs and tossed them aside. They were all laughing and cheering. I was naked in front of a bunch of a people, and looking at Rick and I was wondering how this even happened.
Rick got up and walked right over and grabbed me and started kissing me. I could taste the alcohol on his breath. It was hot. Like tasting something sweet for the very first time, something you’ve never had before but that you know you’re going to love for the rest of your life. What the hell are you doing, Jamie? How could you forget me like that? Don’t I mean anything to you?
The words broke the trance I was in. The magic wasn’t gone completely, but there was a lot more bitterness added to it. I can’t do it. I can’t do this to Sean, I can’t get carried away.
Thankfully, Rick broke off. “Put your clothes back on, you nutjob, it’s freezing,” he said, and I forced myself to smile. “I’m going with Jeff, Scott and Zach, I won’t be long. Don’t go anywhere.”
He left and after that I basically put my clothes back on and drank and drank and drank.
“I know that look,” Brent said, coming to stand next to me.
“There’s a look?”
“Uh huh. I know everyone else won’t notice, but I do.”
“What does the look say?”
“Get me out of here.”
I almost choked on my booze. I started to laugh. “You’re very perceptive.”
“I am,” Brent was clearly in love with himself. Something I could only dream of.
“It’s just…a lot.”
He laughed this time. “With us it’s always going to be a lot.”
“Its not that I’m not having fun…”
“No, it’s that you think you shouldn’t.”
I silently drank. Brent kept going. “I don’t want to hear what’s in your past,” he said. “God knows I have a ton of it myself. Just for tonight, I want you to do things because you want to. I want you to leave your past behind for one night. Can you do that?”
“Ill think about it.”
“People like you and me, Jamie, we spend our lives looking for meaning. In jobs, in relationships, we’re constantly slut shaming ourselves, even if no one else is. You being with Rick, with us, this is the best time of your life. You can let the past make decisions for you, and you can let everything beautiful thing become a dull waste of a life. But it still won’t be enough. You can’t live if you’re around ghosts.”
The guy was blowing my mind. I was afraid he already knew too much. Then he gestured to the bandages on my arms. “What’s the story with that?”
“Dumb mistakes.”
“As long as you don’t make them ag
ain,” he said. “You and Rick,” Brent said, startling me. “You look good together. And more importantly, I think you both have a weirdly passionate relationship.”
I started liking Brent right away. Even though I wasn’t supposed to. He was smart, and sweet, and had the most amazing eyes you could get lost in. He’s also a murderer, or did you forget that part? I swallowed more vodka.
“Be careful,” Brent said.
“About what?”
“With Rick, things tend to get out of hands.”
“Yeah, that’s a given.”
“You think he just wants to fuck you, or fuck with you, but it’s not true. He really cares about you. It’s just, Rick’s brand of love is not something everyone can handle.”
There was the sound of a car engine and Brent smiled. “They’re back.”
“How many people has he brought here?” I asked Brent before we started walking over to them. Brent smiled at me. “None. He’s never bright anyone here,” he paused. “You’re the first.”
As I watched him run toward Scott and kiss him, I caught Rick looking at me. He didn’t smile but I knew that didn’t mean he wasn’t happy.
Emily resumed her place next to the fire and Jeff and Rick were bringing something out of the back of the SUV.
I couldn’t see what they were doing until they both started to drag someone toward the fire. The sight of a girl, bound, gagged, crying uncontrollably, made me cringe.
I wished I didn’t have to see that sight. Zach carried her and placed her in front of us. I glanced at Brent, knowing that he couldn’t possibly be okay with that, but he was laughing and drinking and having a genuinely good time.
I must have looked clueless because Zach and Emily were laughing.
“Come on newbie,” Zach said. “Let’s get your initiation out of the way!”
My whole body was shivering. I felt cold. Colder than I was a minute ago.
“Its his first time,” Brent said. “He doesn’t have to!”
“If it’s your first time in Murder Club, you have to MURDER!!!” Zach said, and everyone cheered, everyone except Rick. He was holding up a knife in his hand and it was for me. I couldn’t stop looking at the poor girl who was kneeling in front of me, looking for sympathy, and weeping.
