Taylor stomped into the hotel room, snapped the lock on the door into place and flopped down on the bed. Geez, photo shoots seemed to take a lot out of him. Guess looking sexy wasn't as easy as it seemed.
"Lord..." he sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I am so tired...."
It had been a tough day, without seeing Scott, and he was lonely tonight. Scott. The thought of that crazy Moffatt boy almost brought tears to Taylor's eyes, but he was too tired to cry. he was almost too tired to be tired. Hoping to cure his loneliness (and fatigue) through sleep, he quickly stripped down to his boxers and undershirt and collapsed into bed.
"Ow! what the-" Taylor had landed on something. Looking underneath the covers, he discovered the intrusive culprit.
Taylor reached between the sheets and withdrew a long, hard shaft-like thing. A dildo? How the hell had a dildo found its way into his bed? He wondered, thinking this must be some sick prank of Zac's. Turning the large, pink object over,Tay shuddered. Of all the things he could have landed on, he had to land on the one that uncannily resembled Scott...
"I put it there," He heard a sudden male voice aheadof him. Tay's head shot up sharply in surprise. Clint?
"What? Clint, what is this!?" Taylor said, rising, anger and embarrassment reddening his cheeks.
"I thought you might need it," Clint sneered at him.
Taylor sighed, shaking his head. "Clint, I am very tired. I don't need to be fucked with."
"On the contrary, my friend, that's exactly what youneed," said a boy, revealing himself from behind Clint. Bob?
What the hell was going on? Of all the Moffatt's, Clint and Bob were the two that Taylor barely knew at all. What the heck did they think they were doing? "What are you two-" Taylor began, but Clint suddenly advanced on him and reached out, smacking him across the face, hard, leaving a welt.
"Did I give you permission to speak!?" he spat.
Tay looked back at Clint, stunned, holding his sore cheek. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he whispered, finding his voice.
Taylor heard soft laughter behind him. "I'm your brother, didn't you recognize me?" Said a voice right in his ear. He spun about quickly to see who it was. Zac?
"Ah, Zachary, you've arrived.", Bob smiled, his eyes twinking maniacally. Zac was busy encircling Taylor's wrists roughly with a twisted bedsheet and he nodded, slyly whispering to Taylor, "I know who I am. I'm your fantasy. Admit it. Admit it, Tay, you want me," Zac continued boosting his own ego as Clint restrained Taylor's feet.
Strangely, and against his own will, Taylor found himself becoming aroused. He wanted to be outraged, and he tried to convince himself that he was, but he was fast becoming excited. He tried to subdue himself, but found it difficult, as Bob had taken to harshly yanking off Tay's shirt and stroking his chest lightly.
"Zac, you're my brother!" Tay reminded him feebly, roughly kicking against the restraints Bob was tightening.
"So what? I'm your brother, and don't try to deny all the times you've tried to put moves on me." Isaac had arrived.
"Get away from him," Isaac commanded of Zac. Thank God, Taylor thought, feeling relieved. Ike smiled at the releived look on Tay's face. "You can have him when I'm done."
Taylor's stomach lurched again. Looked like he was all alone on this one. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. What?? Another person? Where the hell was everyone coming from? Looking up, he stared straight in to the hungry eyes of...
"Scott? Help me!" Tay pleaded breathlessly. Scott clicked his tongue condescendingly. "Tut tut, Tay, I'd love to help, but someone seems to be missing..."
"Here he is," announced Clint, who steered Dave intothe room. Suddenly, he spun Dave around and shoved him against the wall. "Don't be late again," he hissed.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I just.." Dave sputtered. He received a sharp slap from his brother.
"Don't talk back." Clint growled evenly. The twostared at one another for a moment. Clint roughly pushed his lips against Dave's, then released him."Now," he said, turning around to face the others asif nothing had happened, "Shall we get down to business?"
Zac eagerly jumped up and headed towards the still stunned Dave. Seemingly from nowhere he took out aroll of duct tape and wrapped lengths of it about hishands, hooking him to the light hooks. Dave was stuck, arms spread. Zac devilishly licked his lips and toldDave that he would now be under his control.
Dave let out a ringing laugh, effortlessly peeled away his bonds, to Taylor's complete surprise. Dave pushed Zac away."Zac!" he giggled, "Tay's the prisoner, not me!"
"I'm not your prisoner." Taylor said, gritting his teeth. "Well if you aren't, it would appear so, since you're the one tied up here," said Bob, giving his bonds a final yank.
Tay let out a helpless whimper, "What are you guys doing?"
"We're just playing a game, Tay," Ike replied simply.
"What kind of screwed up game is this?!" Tay screeched, trying to free himself.
"Master and slave, Tay. Master and slave," explainedScott, looking tauntingly down at Taylor.
"You see it's rather simple to master. You do what I say, and now I say not a sound out of you, or you willbe severely punished," said Clint. "And from thismoment on, neither are you allowed to move withoutexpress permission."
Taylor looked positively horror-struck for a moment, and then his face split into a toothy grin. He laughedloudly, "Oh my god you guys...haha... This is a good one.... hehe... you guys are so funny..." Taylor then received a sharp kick in his side, supplied by Zac. He stopped laughing, and put his head down.
"Consider that a sample of what else you'll get for breaking the rules," growled Zac. "Now Dave, remove his shorts." he commanded, briskly. Taylor, wheezing painfully, was aware of Dave's form above him, and felt his head being shoved back upright. He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself that none of this was real; it was just a strange, scary dream. But if it's a strange, scary dream, why am I enjoying this so much? reasoned his inner voice.
Taylor could feel Dave's warm hands trailing down his thighs, slowly removing the silky material of hisboxers. For some reason, Taylor was having trouble suppressing moans, and the urge to pin Dave to the bed. Why the heck am I enjoying this... I... I... Oh my God. Taylor began to let out little whimpers of pleasure as Dave completed his task. Taylor felt his eyes slipping closed... No!!! Taylor put his tongue between his teeth and bit down, hard. It was painful as hell, but it brought him back to the real world.
"Heh. I knew it. Looks like we've got a little manslut on our hands here," said Dave. The othersgathered tightly around him, taking note of Tay's obvious pulsing erection. Taylor, while pressing his eyes shut to keep himself from having to face them, could feel them staring at his body, and while he knew exactly how wrong all of this was, it was almost more exciting than he could bear.
The room was silent, save for Taylor's erratic breathing, and the air hung thick around all of them.Scott was the first to speak up.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "Enough of this namby-pamby stuff. Who gets to have at him first?"
"Let me," replied Zac eagerly.
"No. Ike's the oldest, let him pick," reasoned Dave.
"I will," spoke Isaac.
Taylor heard Issac speak the words, and he saw his lips moving, but it just didn't register. Isaac? hethought. But he's my brother for heaven's sake! Doesn't anyone in this room care about that? Taylor glanced around, and judging by the lust-filled eyes of everyone in the room, he figured that anti-incest laws were the furthest thing from everyone's mind.
"Get down," Isaac added, staring heatedly at his brother. "Scott, you're his boyfriend, go over there and get him ready."
Obediently, Scott pulled a tube of KY from a bag on the floor.
"What the fu- Oh my God!!" Taylor screeched, the sudden realization of what they were planning taking full effect.
"Put that away, Scott," said Bob. Thankyouthankyouthankyou! screamed Tay's mind. "We won't need it, now that he's broken the rules. Skip that."
Sweet Lord... Taylor thought, are they still serious?
"Clint, remove his socks and shirt. Zac, untie him and flip him over, then re-tie him. Bob, help Zac." Isaac dished out his orders with a foul smirk on his face.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dave, staring in disbelief at how far the whole thing had actually gone. "Dave!" Ike barked, "Make yourself useful!"
Silent tears welled up inside Taylor's eyes. He couldn't quite believe all this was happening.However, it was exciting, he couldn't deny that. His turgid, aching member was only inches away from his elder brother, who seemed to be considering something. As Zac and Bob roughly tag-teamed him, twisting himover onto his stomach, he saw Dave and Scott talking excitedly to each other.
Both boys nodded quickly to each other, and then tapped Ike. "Yeah?" Ike replied, a bit preoccupied with staring at the scene before him.
Scott ignored Ike's lack of attantion and continued on in a flurry, "Hey, uhh... do ya think we could do a line-up on him?"
Ike turned to Scott, "What's a line-up?"
Dave cut in, "It's when we all take turns... ahem...having our way with him, and we go in quick succession, on right after another."
"What, like a gang bang?" Bob supplied, looking up from the restraints he was securing.
"Yeah, sort of," Scott said, grinning and glancing atTaylor evily.
"Hey, how about NO!" yelled Tay in a last-ditch effort to save his pride.
"Shut up!" replied Clint, punching Taylor's back. "I told you, no talking," he growled
That one hit Tay hard, not only in the back, but he could feel that one in the pit of his stomach too. It was a feeling that clearly told him he wasn't gonna leave that hotel room with his 'anal virginity' still intact. Taylor was beginning to ponder as to whether that bothered him. His mind said yes, but his member said otherwise....
His face pressed into the sheets, trying to keep himself from having to witness what he would no doubt experience, he heard Clint murmer an agreement to the gang bang plan. Zac, still tying the tangled sheets around his brother's ankles, said that he couldn't wait to participate himself, except in harsher words.
"Don't worry, lover," breathed Scott into Tay's ear. "We won't hurt you... that much."
The term "lover" brought tears to Tay's eyes. Why would Scott let this happen? Did Scott really love him, or was he just in it to get his kicks? Taylor pondered a bit more, until he felt his legs being spread. Oh god....
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could.He tried to block out the noise behind him, but hecouldn't. Half expecting to be suddenly raped frombehind, he was rather surprised as he felt a warm, wet something behind him. Stretching around, he was just barely able to catch a mental image that would haunt him forever: Scott was licking him, pushing his tongue deep into his backside; and there, the worst image of all, all three Moffatt triplets, and his two brothers with raging hard-ons, jerking themselves slowly tofull attention.
Taylor whipped his head back around and squeezed his eyes shut, suppressing the urge to be violently sick. Oh my god oh my god oh my god....
"Ohhhhh..." Taylor let out a sudden moan as Scott shoved his tongue as far as possible down Taylor's bottom. Geez, why do I like this so fucking much? Aren't I being raped??
And then it hit him. An epiphany of sorts. If the others were gonna have fun with this, so was he. Why was he being such a prude? He should enjoy himself....right? It was from that moment on that Taylor consented to the game.
They actually were quite attractive... his own brothers. It was evil, he thought, this kind ofthinking. Then again, he really didn't care.
The assault on his ass by Scott's tongue ceased, and he heard and felt Scott breathing heavily on him. Rough, calloused fingers spread his cheeks wide and he felt something hard and cold being pressed against him.
It was Isaac. Taylor would recognize those rough, guitar-worn fingers anywhere. The thing that he was unsure of, however, was the what the hell kind of thing was about to be shoved into him. He whipped around, and gasped when he realized Ike was about to fuck him with a cucumber.
"Why are you doing that?" Scott asked incredulously,"Just go for it!"
"Scott!" Ike yelled with a bit of irrational anger in his voice, "He's never had anything in him before.He'll be tight as hell. Unless you guys wanna get your dicks burned I'd suggest letting me do this first." And with that, he returned back to the matter at hand.
Isaac grunted lowly and, rather than easing the vegetable in, he shoved it, impaling his brother with brutal force. Taylor gasped and began to weep, hisfingers clawing and squeezing the sheets around him violently.
"And that, Tay," spoke Bob, "Is what you get for not following the rules the first time."
Clint crept up slowly toward the head of the bed and peeked through Taylor's tangled wisps of hair at his face. His eyes were red and his mouth was twisted int oa grimace of pain.
The younger boy shot a look of sympathy at his victim, but instead said, "Push a little harder, Ike. I don't think he feels it yet."
Who was Isaac to object? He shoved the vegetable farther in, almost losing his grip on it, so much of it was now inside Taylor. The assaulted boy screamed in agony. he could feel the cucumber ripping his innerwalls, and he knew he was bleeding.
He screwed up all the strength he could muster and screamed, "Stop it! Please..." he said emitting apathetic pain-wrenched sob. "Just stop..." His pleasonly succeed in drawing raucous laughter from the other boys, with the exception of Dave, who seemed to be the only one sympathetic to Taylor.
"He's bleeding, guys, come on. Give him some lube or something," he said quietly. "We don't want him to bleed, remember? It ruins everything if it's too bloody to be sexy..."
"You're right, actually," said Zac, who had started topale slightly at the sight of blood. "Take that out,Ike, we don't want to kill him."
Regretfully, Isaac felt himself being ganged up on and withdrew the cucumber. Taylor, breathing a sigh of relief that the attack was for now over, was shocked at how stretched he felt, and was silently thankful that little could beat the size of the vegetable he had already experienced.
Isaac held up the used produce. Clint gasped, and jumped back. "Oh my god that is so gross!"
Zac commented, awed, "Look at all the blood."
"Oh man, Ike, that cuke really ripped into him...um... no pun intended. My point is, can we still fuck him without killing him? And do we really want to bury our dicks in... in that bloody mess?" Scott asked, unsure now.
"I'm willing to risk mine," stated Bob, raising a hand in the air.
Ike smiled. "Ok, Bob, you can have the first go."
"I think I will," he said, smiling openly. Taking the KY in hand, he slowly slathered it upand down his length and, momentarily pausing to wipe up Taylor's messy spent hole, and slid in, gently, to keep Tay from bleeding even more.
Taylor whimpered as he felt the boy entering him, but secretly, behind the pain, he felt an intense searing pleasure that chorused through his veins with each thrust from behind. He could hear Bob's sex sounds, the low growling and plaintive panting, and it all became a massive turn-on for him. Focusing on the shock waves that ricocheted through him, rather than the ebbing pain, he shuddered deeply as the other boy bumped his prostate repeatedly. It was almost too much to bear. Taylor felt as if he were in a state of nirvana. Even the slight pain that still lingered seemed only to add to the pleasure.
Taylor suppressed a moan. He couldn't let them know he was enjoying it. Bob (who had been lightly thrusting into Taylor) suddenly got a bit braver, (or hornier, take your pick) and began to pound into Taylor, his balls slapping Tay's thighs. Bob was already incredibly turned on, so his climax didn't take long to occur. Within a few minutes, he let out a final grunt, and shot his load into Taylor, his body going to into convulsions. It was the strangest feeling Tayhad ever felt, feeling Bob's cum rushing through his bowels at such a pace. Taylor felt as if he was tottering on the edge of his own orgasm.
Bob regained his composure quickly, and withdrew. Taylor whimpered, badly needing release. The other boys took this whimper as one of pain, and they snickered.
"It's amazing, guys, I'm telling you, it's like jerkin' off times ten!" Bob exclaimed, relishing the attention the other boys gave their comrade.
"Guys, look at this," Dave whispered, the only one notin their huddle. he pointed at Taylor, whom he hadrolled over slightly to check on him. Taylor's stillrock hard length was flushed a deep red, and histight, full balls were too, except they were beginningto blush a bluish tinge.
"Damn, Bob!" yelled Scott. "Look what you did to him!"
"What'd he do?" asked Dave.
"That there's what happens when you do your job right. As we go on, they'll get blue, and then.. well, come over here, let's not ruin the surprise ending for Tay," explained Zac. "Our slave gets his last, makesure of that guys."
The rest of the company nodded in agreement, thinkingthat it was a good plan.
"Hmm... who should be next...?" Isaac asked menacingly, strolling about the room as if challenging someone to step up. Zac finally raised his his hand, "I'll have a go."
"Then step right up my friend," Isaac said, bowing Zac towards the bed with a flourish.
But Zac shook his head. "No... I wanna try something a bit different this time."
"What?"
"Come over here, Dave, this'll be more fun if there's two of us at once," replied Zac.
"Um, Zac? Exactly how do we do that?"
"Hmmm... well, judging by the way Tay's backside reacted to that cucumber, I severely doubt we'll be able to get both our dicks in him at the same time..." Zac sat deep in thought for a while, as Dave slowly surveyed the situation. His eyes trailed their way upTaylor's body and... "Hey!" he yelled suddenly.
"What?"
"Tay's got a mouth, right?"
"Yeeeeeah..." Zac drawled in confusion. He was a bit slow.
"Well, you wanna bang him from both ends??"
"Oh, yeah!" said Zac loudly, catching on. Considering the matter a moment, he crawled confidently to thehead of the bed, reclining on some pillows. Davepositioned himself behind Taylor, still a bit hesitant, and placed the head of his swollen manhood against Tay's hot, stretched, still slightly bloody hole.
As Taylor came out of the aching daze Bob had created earlier, he slowly opened his eyes, thinking that for the moment, it was over. Still pulsing in lust, he had every intention to leave this place and, frankly, jerkoff. Opening his eyes was a shock for him, for the first vision that greeted him was the purple throbbing mushroom head of...
"Oh my God!!" yelled Taylor, recoiling in disgust. "Zac, if you think I'm putting that in my mouth, you have another thing coming!"
"Shush," said Zac, coolly dismissing his protests."You know what happens when the rules are broken...And there sure as hell is another thing coming! Me!" Zac added tauntingly as he all but shoved his throbbing member into Taylor's mouth.
Tay's first instinct was to bite him, but he pushed that though away, realizing that consequences wouldprobably be quite severe. He relented, and began a gentle suck of Zac. Zac squirmed and moaned, and soonTaylor was giving his full attention to Zac's blowjob. He wasn't even prepared when Dave gently pushed his organ into Taylor, going ever so slowly,wincing whenever Tay shifted. It was as if he was scared to hurt him.
After fully inserting himself, Dave just lay there for a moment, panting, his member fully buried in theother boy. After a while he began to move, pumping in and out. But that wasn't the part that surprised Taylor. The part that made him gasp was when Dave reached around to Taylor's front and wrapped his strong hands around the cock that lay there, fully erect. He began jacking Taylor off, blatantly disregarding the "slave gets off last plan." Tay could have screamed in gratitude, and, in fact, he did.
As Zac became more and more carried away, he grabbed the back of Taylor's head and pulled it into his groin, nearly choking him. Taylor fought back, trying to push Zac out of his mouth with his tongue, but got the reverse effect of creating further stimulation on Zac's head. The droplets of salty precum began to flow, and Tay gagged, wishing that Zac's flavor didn't taste so much like...
Scott? What was going on now?? Taylor watched inhorror in the corner of his eye as Isaac gentlywrapped his arms around Scott and planted a deep kisson him. The two parted and gazed at each other longingly. Isaac softly licked Scott's neck and kissed it, Scott's lips pursed and taking in the threesome before him.
However insulted, degraded, or jealous he was, Taylor could not deny that this had long been a fantasy of his. He had his younger sibling's surprisingly large penis down his throat, and Dave's gentle movements and merciful attention to his pulsating erection was almost more than he could withstand.
Before Taylor could give it another thought, he orgasmed with a bang. Scott and Ike...kissing...sucking Zac off... getting it himself several times...All those thoughts, in addition to the physicalstimulation was too much. Taylor went into severe post-orgasmic spasms. The tremors caused both Zac andDave to follow suit. The three lay in a sweaty heap,breathing heavily and trying to regain composure,Scott broke away from Isaac and approached the bed, grabbing Dave and pulling him up.
"Well, well, that was QUITE a show, but it doesn't change the fact that you let our slave get his before we allowed you to. Zac!" he called, not taking his eyes off the now frightened Dave, "Untie Taylor. We'vegot a new prisoner."
Dave squealed in fright. Isaac just stared menacingly as Zac groggily untied Taylor, clumsily kissed his lips, murmured a thank you, and fell off the bed,wandering off, not to be seen again for nearly anhour. Taylor however, jumped up and rushed over toScott, knocking him down to the floor, hungrily ravaging his lips. Scott could barely breathe, but he didn't protest.
Taylor muttered between kisses,"Don't...ever..let..me...catch..you kissing...someone... other than me... ever... again!"
Clint watched all this from the corner of the room,feeling quite horny and neglected. "Hey guys!" he piped up, "What about me?"
Ike smiled. "You can have the first go at Dave here. We're gonna try something new. Something I like to call...the Bulgarian Stackup."
"What are you going to do?" asked Dave, obviously a bit frightened, after seeing what they had done to poor Taylor.
"This," said Clint, laying himself face down across the restrained Dave. He gestured to Isaac to mounthim, and gestured to Bob to pass over the KY.
"I see you're familiar with the Bulgarian Stackup," noted Ike. "In that case, you know that you will be sorely repaid for your earlier neglect." he sneered."You know as well any anyone that the one in the middle has the most fun."
Dave felt a small moan escape his lips as Clint's engorged, waiting penis slid easily into him. Clint trembled as Dave's velvety lining encased his member and spread a euphoric warmth through his body. Isaac watched quietly, lightly fingering his own swollen cock. He gave Clint a moment to adjust before straddling the much younger Clint.
Over the past few days, Ike had taken a liking to Clint, a forbidden liking. Gently he caressed theboy's back, massaging it softly before solidly placing the bulk of his loins tightly against Clint's backsideand, after liberal amounts of KY pressed in. His length disappeared shockingly quickly.
Clint gasped in pure ecstasy as his brother fidgeted beneath him, and thusly creating an incrediblefriction against him. Isaac's tender, gentle actions from behind overwhelmed his urge to wince at the stretching pain he had created, and indeed, made up for it.
His body fairly shook with each thrust Clint gave. Make no mistake, it was pleasureable each time thatClint bumped his prostate, but still, as promised, his boy reacted similarly to Taylor. Dave could feel his skin tearing, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure, PAIN... The quick succession with which the sensations rushed through his body was dizzying. Dave was suddenly feeling faint...
Clint, meanwhile, sandwiched between his brother and Isaac was also feeling faint, for another reason entirely. The electrical friction his motions on Dave caused would have sent him to cloud 9 alone, but Ike's tender love from behind put him in a state of pureeuphoria. He tried to take deep, slow breaths toprolong the incredible sensations but knew his efforts would be short-lived.
Isaac knew that what he was doing now, with Clint, was not apart of the general free-for-all fuck-fest that the others had participated in. He really felt as though he were making love to the boy, which heightened his awareness to every touch, every movement. His heart beat strongly and quickly in his chest, and his entire body felt the aching passion and lust mixture that Clint seemed to stir in him. A bead of sweat rolled slowly down his temple as he drifted ever closer to the edge.
Meanwhile, Scott and Taylor were busy with each other on the floor. Taylor had clearly forgiven Scott for kissing Isaac, for he hadn't stopped assaultingScott's body. Just as Taylor's feather-soft kisses and caresses up and down Scott's length were becoming almost gloriously unbearable, a thought popped up inScott's pretty little head.
"Where the hell are Zac and Bob...." he drawled lazily, to no one in particular.
Taylor allowed his lips to part from Scott's shoulder just long enough to inquire, "Who cares?". Scott shrugged, and Taylor resumed his assault, but Scottstill wondered....
"WHAT THE FUCK????" Scott yelled, looking towards the corner, and seeing the two young drummers engagedin a rather rough 69. Zac peered over Bob's hip to see what the commotion was. Scott's jaw had dropped open, in an expression that at first appeared to be ofshock, but quickly blushed into one of outright lust.
"Sssh," whispered Taylor softly. "Just enjoy the show they're putting on, just for you."
Bob had meanwhile began thrusting his hips at Zac fiercely and, rather than the growl he had uttered before, now he made breathy, indistinguishable panting noises, displaying his exhaustion.
"Just for me... a show... just for me..." Scott breathed, his head lolling back onto Tay, who had wrapped his arms around Scott from behind and was pumping Scott's wild red organ tirelessly.
Suddenly, Scott had begun snoring, his mouth agape, drool threatening to spill onto his chin. Taylor threw him off, flabbergasted that Scott has chosen such a moment to nod off. He looked back towards Zac and Bob, only to see that the two of them had nodded off as well, still, uh.... connected. Taylor made a face.
"What's with everybody?" Then it dawned on him.Shouldn't Ike, Clint, and Dave have screamed inecstasy by now? He glanced towrds the bed and saw the three of them still going at it... except... except something was different. Ike wasn't assaulting Clint with his own member, he was assaulting him with something big and pink...
Taylor stared in fascination and horror and Ike's fingers suddenly began to fade, to disappear. His whole body was disappearing, and actually becoming the object that was being thrust into Clint's behind.Dave, at the same time, Taylor noticed, had fallen asleep, still bleeding a bit from Clint's assault, which seemed perpetual.
Suddenly, Clint lurched forward and, expecting him to scream in pleasurable release, Taylor winced. Instead, the boy had seemed to faint, lost in an unconscious dream world. He had joined the others in their bizarre "nap." and Isaac! What had happened to him!?
Soon Clint had disappeared too, his body replaced byanother weird pink object. Not one to be left out,Dave quickly faded away leaving (you guessed it) another of those long, phallic hunks of plastic.
"What the hell??" Taylor screeched, turning around,looking to find help from the three sleeping beautieson the floor. But alas, Zac, Bob, and Scott were gone, leaving three of those things in their former places.Taylor felt like he was going to cry in frustration!
He rushed over to the bed, and picked up one of the mystery cylinders. He held it before his face,studying it. "A dildo...?" He woke with a start, a film of cold, lusty sweat lingering on his face. Whipping his head around theroom, he searched the dark room, looking for any signof... well anything unusual. The rain and lighting outside cast grisly shadows on the walls, and Zac was sleeping on the bed across the room, in the same position he had been in when Taylor had first comeback from dinner. He hadn't moved. And yet.. there was still something very weird about the room.
He tried to sit up so he could think more clearly, but gasped when he realized that he was tied down. How could this have happened? No one else had keys to theroom, Zac, he was sure, had been sleeping undisturbed for hours. And, what was more, he felt something crammed violently in his rectum.
Stretching awkwardly and just barely being able to wriggle out of the tightly knotted restraints, hewalked into the bathroom and pulled whatever it was out of himself. It was long, wide, and bright pink.The dildo from his dream. He wondered how it had gotten there, how he had gotten tied to his own bed,but most of all, he wondered what the meaning behind all this was.
Taylor shook his head, and almost laughed. "Bob was right," he muttered to himself. "It really was exactly what I needed."