Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2017 19:28:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: Cris Intel <crisintel@yahoo.com>
Subject: The OA: Hap has Homer (celebrity)

WARNING: This fanfiction contains "spoilers" up to episode 4, season 1 of
The OA and some man on man erotica so if you're not down with any of those
things, don't read any further.

DISCLAIMER: The OA and all of it's beefcakes are property of Netflix and
Zal Batmanglij and Brit Marling and all sorts of other people who are not
me.

The OA: Hap has Homer 1

Homer laid on his prison bed, pretending to be unconscious. It's odd to do
so but it's also odd to have plexiglass prisons & a running stream in the
basement so it wasn't too much of a stretch for Homer. It was about
survival now and figuring out how to escape. Homer had been a prisoner in
Hap's basement along with the others for years. He forgot how long, just
like he forgot what the sun felt like, what it was like to run free, what
it was like to talk to strangers, what real food tasted like, and what it
was like to be alone. If his other prisoners weren't awake and watching
him, there was always the chance that Hap was over the cameras. Privacy was
a long forgotten luxury. So was freedom.

The door clicked open & Homer could hear Hap's footsteps close in on
him. Homer really hoped that he was able to act like deadweight. If Hap
happened to pinch him or tickle him, any reaction could give him up. Homer
felt Hap's strong arms reach under his body, wrap his arms around his chest
& lift him with just a slight grunt. He had to let his body go and
surrender to his captor which was difficult to accept but he let Hap
manipulate his body. And Homer was a little surprised by how easily he
surrendered to his man. It felt...good. He didn't trust Hap but he liked
the human touch. He didn't realize that it had been missing from his life
and how valuable it was. So he sank into it and let Hap handle him.

Homer's feet dragged behind him as Hap maneuvered Homer through the
remaining gas into the wheelchair. Hap released his grip & let Homer's butt
relax into the seat. With the pressure off his arms, Hap let Homer's chest
go but slowly drew his hands away & Homer felt Hap give his pecs a quick
squeeze before stepping away.

'Did I just get felt up?' Homer wondered. Homer saw a slight shadow through
his closed eyelids & knew Homer was standing over in front of him. It was
harder for him to keep his eyes closed. Surely Hap wasn't gassing them just
to molest them. Homer then felt Hap's hand in between his legs. 'What the
fuck?' he thought as he actively relaxed when his every impulse was to jump
back. Hap cupped Homer's junk and lightly pushed him back into the
chair. Even more shocking to Homer was the fact that his dick chubbed a bit
at the touch. It shouldn't have been much of a shock. He hasn't known
intimate human contact in years so even the touch of his captor produced
arousal and a sense of longing for more.

"Scoot back a little and relax," Hap muttered into Homer's ear though his
gas mask as he walked behind Homer to push the wheelchair. His voice was
commanding. Very commanding. And just like that, Homer subtlety pushed
against the foot pedals and scoot back a bit.

'What just happened?' Homer thought suddenly, managing to somehow maintain
his passive state. He didn't choose to scoot back, his body just did it for
him. And now, he actually felt relaxed. It was like that time he & his
friends went to that magic show & the hypnotist made him raise his hands as
though they had balloons under them. 'How the hell did I get hypnotized?'
Homer thought & then it dawned on him. 'Not hypnotized, but drugged by the
gas.' Despite his friends' efforts to suck up most of the gas, he must have
still inhaled enough of it to make him subconsciously follow directions but
not enough to knock him out.

While Homer being wheeled out by Hap, he realized this changed things. He
would have to listen carefully to Hap's every command & not react but he
would have to obey. Maybe the gas would wear off so Homer couldn't just
rely on his subconscious if he wanted to pull this off. He was going to
have to become Hap's willing meat puppet.

Homer felt himself being pushed out of his prison. He had the desire to get
up and run but not the physical ability. He knew that he had been taken
unconscious out of his prison before and recently but this was the first
time in a long time that he was out and awake, if only in mind but not so
much in body. He tried to open his eyes slightly to try to look around him
but Hap's command to relax had a powerful effect on him and prevented him
from making any decisions about his movements or actions. He could see the
light changing behind his eyelids. The sound of his prison faded
significantly and the temperature became warmer. The wheelchair
stopped. "Open your eyes and stand up," Hap ordered. Just like before,
Homer obeyed without a choice.

He stepped onto the hardwood floors with his bare feet. Even having
something different under his feet was a unique sensation that he
appreciated. He could see a room that looked like a doctor's office but a
cheap one. The walls were wooden and there was a brown massage table in the
middle of the room. The lighting was warm and the lack of fluorescent bulbs
was very welcome. There wasn't any windows. Homer was hoping to catch a
glimpse of outside but figured they were too far under ground. Hap was
standing near an erect folding table against the wall which had your
typical doctor's tools; stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer,
various bottles of liquids, a recorder, notepad, and a computer. There was
also a gas tank and attached breathing mask next to it. Honestly, Homer was
expecting worse. This was actually pleasant looking.

"Take off your shirt, pants, and boxers and leave them on the chair." Hap
commanded and Homer obeyed without hesitation in his actions but his mind
was questioning what was going to happen next. He stood there naked in
front of Hap a number of seconds and could feel Hap's eyes on him but he
couldn't look Hap in the face. Hap reached over and grabbed the recorder
and clicked it on. "January 9, 2013, subject Homer's annual
physical. Subject appears to be in excellent health. Subject has been
regularly observed performing push-ups and sit-ups as well as jumping jacks
in his cell and has maintained and even acquired muscle mass."

'I get drugged a lot more often than once a year,' Homer thought. 'If this
is just an annual physical, it must not be typical.' Homer was disappointed
because he wasn't going to be able to let the others know what happens
regularly. 'Maybe this isn't too far from what regularly happens. Maybe he
just quizzes us or takes readings or some shit like that.' Homer wanted to
turn his head to look around the room and see if he could pick up more
clues but he couldn't and any noticable eye movement may give him away.

Hap picked up the stethescope and walked over to him. The metal potion of
the stethescope was cold against his chest and Hap listened to his
heartbeat for a while, every now and then telling hin to take a deep
breath. He read vitals into the recorder and moved the stethescope across
Homer's chest. Homer saw Hap cock his head to the side and click the
recorder off. He pocketed the recorder and pushed up on Homer's right pec
and then his left. They bounced slightly back into place when he left
go. In a low but commanding voice, he said, "Tighten your chest muscles."
Homer's arms pushed to his side and pushed his chest out, firming up his
pecs. Hap tried to push each one up but they remained in place. Then Hap
made two fists and pounded on the pecs. Homer didn't move but was oddly
proud. He had been working hard on his body because there really wasn't
anything else to do in his prison. "You do a good job keeping yourself
fit." Then, in a lighter tone but still commanding, Hap ordered, "Why don't
you drop and give me 30?"

Homer didn't know what the hell was going on but he knew he could do a push
up. And 30 was nothing to him. He complied. The hardwood was smooth but not
too cold. He felt awkward doing push ups naked and even more so when his
dangling dick touched the floor 30 times. After 30, Hap commanded, "Stay in
a plank position," and he froze in a plank position and his body started to
tremble. This was a bit much, even for him. "Stand up," Hap commanded and
Homer was relieved when his body complied. He was sweaty now and the cold
stethescope felt like a relief. Hap got the recorder back out, read some
more vitals in, and put it away again as he walked to the back of
Homer. Homer felt a drop of sweat fall from his hair, onto his back, and
down his back to his butt crack. Hap must have seen it too because he
traced the line of sweat with his finger, ending with his finger in between
Hap's cheeks. Homer's body tingled. He couldn't discern if it was from
nervousness, the gas, or attraction. "You keep this fit too," he said as he
slapped Homer's ass.

He walked around Homer again and stood in front of him and a little too
close. This would be very uncomfortable if Homer was in control but Hap
observing him like a specimen, not a human. Homer keep looking forward but
could feel Hap's eyes on him. Suddenly, he felt Hap's warm hand grab his
sagging balls. They tried to recede but Hap gripped them, not painfully but
tight enough to keep them low. It wasn't painful but again, Homer had to
wonder what was Hap's game here. "Turn and cough," Hap spoke in a low tone,
his face inches from Homer's cheek. Homer turned away from him and coughed
as though it was instinctive and all of this was normal. Hap maintained his
grip for what felt like a few seconds too many and then released.

'Okay,' Homer thought, 'So this is just like a high school physical. The
fact that he is my captor and has complete control of my body is making it
super-creepy but it's just a physical.'

"Subject shows no signs of hernia or other physical ailments although his
response to touch appears to have more...pronounced physical reaction." Hap
spoke into the recorder as Homer became conscious of the fact that he was
growing more erect. "Walk over to the massage table," he commanded and
Homer obeyed. "Stop, lean over the table slightly, and place the palms of
your hands on the table." Homer obeyed. The table was leather and felt warm
to the touch. Homer was getting more nervous as he couldn't tell what was
going to happen next.

There was a full length mirror on the wall that he was facing and he could
see himself but it was like he was dreaming. He could see him naked body
but couldn't move to make sure that it was him. He looked fit. He had more
definition and muscle. His shoulders, biceps, and triceps were impressive
and his pecs definetly stood out. He supposed this was what prison did to a
lot of guys. It gave them nothing to do but workout. And Homer didn't have
the luxury of getting Cheetos from commisory to add to his weight so he
slimmed down a bit with a solid diet of those fucking disgusting
pellets. He thought that he would be bulkier if he had a proper yard gym
like most prisoners do but then again, he would also face the possibility
of getting jumped or attacked by other prisoners or raped. That wasn't a
worry...until now.

"Spread your legs," Hap commanded. Homer could see Hap sitting on a rolling
stool behind him at the folding table. Hap wasn't looking at Homer so Homer
was able to watch him more intensely. Hap looked like he was going about
business as usual. Homer watched him put a rubber glove on one hand and
squirt some lubricant his fingers. Homer looked forward, unwilling to watch
what was about to happen but his breathing became a little more rapid. Hap
must have noticed as he again commanded "Relax" and just like that, Homer
calmed down.

The chair's wheels creaked as Hap wheeled over to directly behind
Homer. Homer felt Hap's hand push aside his right cheek and one gloved
finger push it's way into his anus. His dick jumped. The finger withdrew
for a second and Homer was relieved...and somewhat disappointed. It felt
odd but good, deep down. Suddenly two fingers replaced it and his hole was
stretched open. The fingers moved around in there and his dick continued to
pulse. Hap let go of his butt cheek and Homer felt a hand wrap around his
now solid 7" cock. Hap squeezed it a little as if to test its firmness. And
then let go. He also withdrew his fingers from Homer's ass and Homer felt a
little emptier and more alone. His ass felt opened up and exposed and he
was surprised by how bad it felt to not be penetrated by Hap's thick
fingers.

The screech of the wheels filled the room as Hap wheeled back to the
table. Homer looked up and saw him grab the bottle of lubricant and walk
back to him. Homer looked foward and heard Hap squeeze out some more
lube. A slick hand returned to Homer's hard cock and began to stroke him as
Homer continued to lean on the table. It was too intense and too wonderful
for Homer to step out of the moment and remind himself that this was his
captor and his captor was violating him, controlling his every move and
taking advantage of him. Right now, it was just pleasure.

Hap stepped closer to Homer's side and kept stroking him. Homer could see
how much taller he was than Homer in the mirror. He was dominant; in size,
in power, in the fact that Homer was naked and exposed, in that Homer
couldn't move his body, in that Hap was seemed to be removed from the
experience, was clothed, and was using Homer's body as an experiment. Hap
then slid his two fingers back into Homer's ass and his breathing became
rapid again. Homer's muscles tightened up and Hap increased his stroking
rate and steadily finger fucked Homer. Homer closed his eyes and saw stars
as he orgasmed. He shot his cum in streams onto his cheek, his chest, over
and onto the massage table and he moaned loudly. He shuddered as Hap
continued stroke him and fuck him with an unrelenting rhythm. Suddenly,
Homer reached down to grab Hap's wrist to get him to stop.

And Hap stopped. "What the fuck," Hap muttered as he quickly let Homer go,
painfully yanking his fingers out of Homer's ass and stepping away
quickly. Hap collapsed onto the massage table. His sweaty chest slid
slightly on the table as he fell onto his considerable load which seemed to
cover the table. His knees felt weak and he let them bend. He would have
slid off the table right then but he felt Hap hold his head down on the
table. His instinct was to push back against him but he didn't have the
energy or the time as Hap quickly put the mask over Hap's mouth and the
world faded away.

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