Date: Mon, 26 Sep 2011 11:57:54 -0400 From: Sean Williams Subject: The Trap, Chapter 3 "Did you just say: 'Hi, honey, I'm home!'" Colby asked, picking his jaw up from the floor. "Ja," said the Norwegian. "I was glad to see you." The Norwegian tried to lean forward to get a bit closer to Colby but the handcuffs that strapped him to the bed frame constrained his movement. "You need to get out of here," said Colby, covering his eyes. Through a slit between his fingers he was still able to see the Norwegian's chest covered in a layer of light blond hair, his uncut cock peeking up above very large pink balls, and his thick and striated thighs and calves. "Don't pretend that you don't look," said the Norwegian in his heavily-accented English. "Why don't you get in bed with me? That's why I'm here." "I can't," said Colby. "Just... just go! Get out of here." "How?" It was a valid point, Colby noted. He could not realistically expect the Norwegian to get up and walk out of the room when he was strapped the way that he was. Though he looked like a flesh-and-bone character from a comic book, it was unlikely that Thor would be able to free himself without alerting everyone else in the Fitzpatrick Mansion that there was a naked giant strapped to a bed on the second floor. "You'll have to come over here and help me out," said the Norwegian. "But if you don't want to do that... we can just play a game of 'Hide the Wiener Schnitzel'. I can stay strapped in for that." "Who's 'wiener schnitzel' will we be... Nevermind. Thor... How exactly did you get here?" "It doesn't matter," Thor replied, shaking his head. His blue eyes had a look of horny concentration. "Just come into bed," he said. "I have been strapped here for four hours. Waiting for you." Colby pulled off his polo shirt, leaving him in just a black sleeveless undershirt and took slow steps over to the bed. His room seemed to be shrouded in a foggy mist. He imagined himself walking into a primordial Scandinavian forest and finding the Norwegian there, naked as the day he was born, walking towards him: large dick swaying in his ambulating motion. There were times when lust took over; when you just could not control yourself any longer and Colby found himself descending into one of those moments. Here was this large and muscular Norwegian powerlifter, helpless, strapped to his bed, dick and balls available for Colby to do whatever he wanted with, and Colby... he did not know what to do... so he walked closer and he placed his knees on the bed. He crawled over to the Norwegian and, before long, he found himself on all fours on top of him. Thor's body twitched in anticipation and, when Colby looked into his eyes, he could see that there was no mystery, no ulterior motive: the Norwegian clearly wanted to fuck or get fucked. Colby pulled off his undershirt. Sweat dripped from his neck and landed on the Norwegian's body. For a moment, Colby's chest rubbed against the Norwegian's, and Thor closed his eyes and moaned. "Come closer," said the Norwegian, staring at Colby's lips. "Come a bit closer." "How close?" asked Colby, leaning his face down until it was only centimeters away from the Norwegian's. "This close?" "Closer, Colby." Colby bent down and his lips and the Norwegian's met. The bed jumped as the Norwegian tried to break free from his binds and embrace Colby, but he could not. They continued to kiss and a bead of sweat trickled down the Norweigan's face. It followed a path down the triangle of his veiny neck, to the cleft of his chest, and then down his chest and abs to his crotch. The masculine heat in the room was palpable. Colby placed a hand on the Norwegian's chest and began to rub and squeeze his meaty pecs. Releasing his lips from the kiss, Colby positioned his head over one of Thor's protruding pink nipples and began to suck. The Norwegian tossed his head back in genuine pleasure and said: "Ah! Oh my god..." Taking a break from munching on a Viking nipple, Colby asked: "You like that?" "Yeah," said the Norwegian. "I love it. I want you to fuck me." "You do?" "Yeah," Thor replied. "Just bend my legs back and fuck me right here." Colby leaned the Norwegian's legs back and got an unbelievable view of a beefy, but muscular powerlifter ass surrounding a tight pink hole. Colby pried apart Thor's ass cheeks to get a better view of his hole and his heart skipped a beat. It was beautiful. Just the feeling of Colby playing around down there was sending Thor over the edge. He licked his lips. Colby licked his own lips, as well, and bent his head down to get to work on Thor's ass. "Yes," said Thor in anticipation. "Yes." Suddenly, Colby jerked up. "I can't," he said. "What?" "I can't," Colby repeated. "Thor... I just can't. You have to go. Give me the key." "The key to my heart?" asked Thor. "You already have it." "That's not funny. We need to get you out of here. Now. I need the key to your handcuffs so I can get you up. Where's the fucking key?" "You're Mom has it, Colby." "My... my Mom has it?" "Did he really say that?" asked Arun, handing Colby a beer. Colby looked at the beer and laughed. "Labatt Blue Light? Really, Arun?" "I'm Asian," said Arun. "Give me a break, 'kay?" Colby shrugged. "Alright, but next time, I pick the beer." "Fine." "Yeah, he really said that," said Colby, getting back to the matter at hand. He took his jacket off and leaned back on Arun's couch. Arun sat down beside him. "Um... did he explain what he meant by that?" "He said my Mom let him in," Colby replied. "She and one of the maids strapped him to the bed, I guess. I didn't ask him to give me the gory details... I mean, this is my Mom we're talking about." "I don't know what that means." "You don't know what that means," said Colby smiling, shaking his head. "You've worked for Fitzpatrick Chemical how long now? Eight months or so? You have to know that my Mom is the company whore that no one wants to talk about. She's like the harlot in a dusty Western town wearing clown makeup, with her lipstick all smudged. Are you laughing right now? Really, Arun? Really?" "Well, the way you said it was kind of funny, Colby: the company whore. Clown makeup. I'm guessing you and your Mom don't really get along." "Nope. Not really." "So basically you think the Norwegian slept with your Mom," Arun remarked. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure." "That's fucked up," said Arun, savoring his Labatt Blue Light. "So, did you guys... you know?" "No, I don't know," said Colby, putting his arm around Arun and pulling him closer. "Why don't you explain it to me, buddy?" Arun swallowed. "Don't do it," he said to himself. "Don't do it." "You want to know if we fucked, right?" Colby asked. "Um, yeah," said Arun, looking away; he tried his best to appear disinterested. "Yeah, I mean. I don't really care, but if you're going to come all the way here and crash at my place, you might as well dish, dude." "Nothing happened, Arun. I'm still waiting for you to come around." "So... um... tell me what happened with this Troy kid." "Are you changing the subject?" Colby asked, looking deep into Arun's big brown eyes. "Yeah, I am." "Alright," and Colby finished off his beer. "Troy told me that the merger is not as decided as Chairman Gruder would have the Board of Directors believe. Basically, the SEC has some worries that the products the two companies produce are too similar and might raise trust issues. A member of the SEC suggested that Kobe-McNamara sell off when of its subsidiaries. I have to be honest, Arun. I didn't realize how big a company Kobe-McNamara was. If we manage to resist a takeover attempt, we might still have to deal with retribition from them. They could crush us on the market: alienate us from our customers. This is like a game of 'Risk', my dude." "You sound worried, bro." "Actually, I'm not," said Colby. "I discovered something that would definitely blow the panties off most of the members of the board." "Don't keep me in suspense, my dude." "Well, get this," Colby began, "you know all those rumors about the wild life that Chairman Gruder had before he joined the company?" Arun nodded. He had worked for Fitzpatrick Chemical long enough to have heard all the tales. "It turns out that they are mostly true. Kobe-McNamara has had a private detective follow Gruder around for the last six months and it turns out that he he has a man-stress in Bangkok." "A man... man-stress?" "Yeah, her name is Miss Demeanor and Gruder flew her in to San Francisco last week. If this story got out..." "That can't be true," said Arun, sitting up straighter on the couch. Colby rubbed his shoulder tenderly. "Why wouldn't Kobe-McNamara use this info if it were true?" "Well, they want what Gruder wants. They want a merger. If Gruder were to change his mind or start acting shady, they have the dirt they need to shut him down." One of Colby's hands fell on Arun's thigh. "Colby," Arun said. "We can't do this." "Why?" "We... we have to learn to resist our urges. This is your family's company. Why would you run the risk?" "There's no risk, Arun," said Colby. "I trust you. I trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone. And... and the feelings I have for you... I can't explain them. I don't know where they came from, but they are real. They're real, Arun. I feel like I can be myself next to you. Just be me. You don't know how good that feels. I feel so good when I'm with you."" "Shut up, man. You just want to fuck." "Yeah, but... it's more than that. Fucking is like... a union..." "A union?" "Yeah," said Colby, "a union of two people." Arun stood up. "Colby, you need to go," he said. "I didn't mean to rush you, man. It's just... I want to be with you." "We can't do this," and Arun tossed Colby his jacket and opened the door. Colby caught a cab and returned home. He saw a dark figure sitting on the steps to the house; he knew who it was. Colby waited until the gardeners trimming the hedges in the front of the house disappeared and then he approached the door. "You're still here?" "Yes," said Thor. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Colby. What I said before, I was serious." "It's hard to take someone seriously when they handcuff themselves to your bed." "I guess I came on too strong," said Thor. "Just a tad." "And you don't trust me." "Nope," said Colby. "It's alright," said the Norwegian. "I don't expect trust right away. I'm an adult. I know that trust comes in time. We have to give it time." Colby nodded. He gazed at the Norwegian's frank, sturdy face. He noted the utter strength that seemed to ooze from his form as he sat on the steps to the house, wearing all black: black shirt, black pants, black shoes. "Do you want to come in?" Colby asked. The Norwegian nodded. [TO BE CONTINUED] [You all know the disclaimers by now. Because of other obligations (work, etc.) this story is sorta on hiatus. I will try to update it as frequently as I can. Please send me corrections, suggestions, feedback, etc. Thanks, guys!]