Stereo Blast Volume 1 [MxM]

Chapter 6.4

Tike stared down at him, his eyes tracing over Ryan’s face and sliding down his neck to his chest. His hands groped and kneaded at Ryan’s chest.

“They’re there. So soft.”

Ryan felt like he was going to be sick. He shook, quaking as Tike’s hands assaulted him. He pushed him away, but Tike pressed down with all his weight on his chest and he could barely breathe. He stared wide-eyed up at Tike. All his words were caught in his throat. It was swollen shut. The grin on Tike’s face showed that he knew he was in control.

“I’ve heard the talk about you,” Tike said, his hands moving south. “I’ve heard about what you are.”

Ryan bucked up, but Tike pushed down. He moved to the top of Ryan’s jeans, touching his stomach and ghosting his hand across Ryan’s crotch. Ryan took a sharp breath. He thought his insides were going to fall out right then. There wasn’t a question about what Tike was talking about. The truth was out there where anyone could hear and it didn’t scare him. But as Tike’s hands moved to the one place he never showed anyone—the place that made him feel sick and ashamed—fear crawled up to his throat.

He tried to move his arms, but it felt like he was strapped to the couch. Tike was a heavy set of bricks on him and the air was ripped from his lungs. He gasped for breath and it was getting harder for him to keep his eyes open. He fought through the hazy moment, fighting to keep from falling over the edge of sleep. Tike kept grinning like he’d won a prize like he’d gotten Ryan right where he wanted him.

Ryan thought back to the party. The people out there didn’t know what was happening. He didn’t fully understand how they’d gotten to this point, how Tike could have turned out to be the worst person in the world right now, or how he’d let Tike overpower him. No one was coming to save him. He knew that as Tike’s hands unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. The air hit his privates and he squeezed his eyes shut, hoping that this was all a nightmare. He would take anything, do anything, to go back to the world he’d left. Taylor—he would rather be fighting with Taylor, hear his hurtful words, than suffer through this.

It didn’t matter what he hoped for or what he wanted. Tike stared down at him like he was something he needed to inspect, something that was only there for his pleasure. That look. Ryan had never seen it on Tike’s face, had never thought it was possible for his friend to look so horrid and disgusting. He thought back to Taylor’s words. About the accusations. He hated to think Taylor had been right all along, but Tike’s actions were proving that all Ryan had thought right about Tike had been lies.

When he opened his eyes, the look on Tike’s face was the same. Nothing had changed.

“Stop,” Ryan pleaded. “Stop.”

His arms were putty pushing against stone. His hands did nothing against Tike and they fell limp at his sides. The energy spent had been wasted and he was too tired to even wonder why it was so hard to fight off his attacker. Attacker. Why was Tike doing this to him? Was it curiosity? Was it power?

The thoughts were racing in circles in his head, making it so much harder to focus on the moment. It might be what he wanted. He didn’t want to be here for this. He knew what was going to happen. He had nightmares about it, but it had always been a thing of the past. Those days were behind him. The men, the fights, the struggle to get food in his belly—those were things he worried about before Taylor. Nitro had beaten him and left him for dead. Kitro had rebirth him.

“Come on,” Tike whispered, edging up so their crotches touched. “I’ll f**k you so good.”

Ryan wiggled as much as he could. He fought but sleep was closing in on him.

“You’ll forget it all in the morning, babe.”

Tike pushed his fingers into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan bit down on them, but Tike only laughed.

“You’re so out of your mind,” he laughed. “I can’t believe you didn’t taste it.”

Realization fell over Ryan. The drink. Tike had handed him a drink and he’d taken it.

Tike had drugged him.

It didn’t help anymore though. Tike had loosened Ryan’s pants and was one yank away from revealing his private parts. The fingers in Ryan’s mouth tasted like iron. He thought maybe he’d bitten hard enough to draw blood, but it was something else. It was all lost details to the large picture. He struggled against Tike’s fingers pushing down his throat and Tike’s hand that was working its way into his pants.

In the back of his mind, he pictures what Taylor was doing right now. He was probably asleep in his bed.

Ryan bit harder and this time he knew he’d drawn blood.

“f**k!” Tike ripped his fingers from Ryan’s mouth. Blood dripped down his middle finger. He cradled it in his other hand, inspecting the damage. “You little bitch.”

He smacked Ryan with the back of his hand. Ryan tasted his own blood mix with Tike’s. His stomach churned, but he was past the feeling. Drowsiness still plagued him, pulling him down. He pulled back his leg and kicked Tike square in the chest. Tike fell back against the arm of the couch. He scrambled to get back up, but Ryan was already on him. He punched Tike and grabbed his head. He smashed it against the wall as he pressed his knee hard into the man’s crotch.

The disgust and anger fueled him. He kept smashing, kept slamming Tike’s head into the wall. It wasn’t him doing this. He wasn’t here. From above, he felt his body control his actions.

When he pulled away from Tike’s body, he was back to the weighted slumber Tike had forced him in. Tike’s bloody body lay over the side of the couch. He couldn’t tell if he was breathing. He didn’t care enough to check.

He stumbled to the door. His hand gripped the handle.

He fell and as the darkness finally took him, he pleaded for Taylor to save him.