No Limits (8 page)

“What are you so happy about?” Chace asked when Kyle walked back into their room after Kyle’s afternoon training session. Kyle was grinning from ear to ear and Chace had learned that was usually a bad sign.

“I think it’s time to start expanding my circle of influence,” Kyle said. “I’m a lieutenant now. I should have more than just one Gargarean following me. I want to recruit.”

“Who did you have in mind?” Chace asked warily.

“It turns out that we captured a new Gargarean a couple days ago,” Chace said. “Just had his 18th birthday. I believe you may know him. Does the name Drew Reece ring any bells?”

“You’re kidding,” Chace said. Drew Reece was something of
Chace’s arch rival. He was the captain of the Franklin High School men’s soccer team. Franklin and Harken had a long-standing feud and it had led to bad blood between Chace and Drew. Chace couldn’t stand the cocky big-mouth, partially because he was another blond-haired, blue-eyed guy who was as good-looking as Chace and therefore very popular with the ladies. Well, almost as good-looking as Chace. “Yeah, I know him,” Chace said. “The guy is a douche.”

“Well, he’s going to be our douche,” Kyle said. “I want you to talk to him. Win him over.”

“The guy hates me,” Chace said. “There’s no way he’s going to want to talk to me.”

“That was out there,” Kyle said, pointing at the window. “In here, things are different. You’ll see. He’s in a new place with new rules and he’s scared right now. He’s going to be happy to see anyone he knows, even you. That’s what I’m counting on.”

Chace thought it over. “No,” he said. “I hate the guy’s guts but I’m not going to help you and the other Gargareans ruin anyone else’s life. I’m not talking to him.”

“I see,” Kyle said. “Get on all fours.”

“What?” Chace asked. His cup had already started contracting, however. Chace had understood the order. He quickly got on the floor on all fours.

“Good. Now don’t move a muscle,” Kyle said. He walked around behind Chace. Chace felt nervous as he sensed Kyle kneel down close to him. A second later Kyle’s hands slipped between
Chace’s legs.

Chace didn’t understand what Kyle was doing until he felt something he had worried he might never feel again.
 A hand closed around his balls.

“There’s something I haven’t told you about your cup,” Kyle said. He started to stroke
Chace’s cock. “While it is usually hard, it can become soft when I want it to. This gives me the ability to grab your balls and give you pain.” He grabbed Chace’s balls and squeezed. Chace groaned in agony. His muscles shook but he managed to keep from moving them. “Or it allows me to give you pleasure,” Kyle said. He started stroking Chace’s cock. Chace was horrified as his cock immediately became hard. After weeks with no stimulation, it turned out that his cock was willing to react to anything, even another dude.

“I’m going to do you a favor,” Kyle said as he continued to stroke
Chace’s cock. “I’m going to program a stipulation into your cup. From now on, the cup can also turn soft for Drew Reece. That might give you a bit of extra incentive to become his friend.”

“What do you expect me to do?” Chace asked. “Ask him to give me a hand job through the cup?”

Kyle grabbed Chace’s balls hard. Chace shuddered as pain wracked his body. “I told you not to move a muscle. Your mouth has muscles,” Kyle said. “Look, I’m ordering you to go talk to Drew. I’m telling you that he can make that hard cup prison turn soft. I’ll let you decide what to do with that information.”

Fine.
Chace would go talk to Drew like he was told. If Kyle thought that Chace was going to try to do anything physical with the guy, however, he had another thing coming. There was no chance that was happening. Absolutely none.

Drew rested his head in his hands. He was mentally and emotionally exhausted. His captors had not let him out of his dungeon-like cell in days. Every so often a bit of food would be slipped through a slot in the door. Drew had no idea whether it came at breakfast, lunch, and dinner intervals or whether it was entirely random. He kept thinking about his adopted family and what his parents would be thinking about his absence. He was sure
that his mom would have contacted the police as soon as he hadn’t come home. If the police hadn’t been successful finding any of the other missing teens, though, how would they find him?

There was a knock on the door. That was new. Other than a few guards coming in to give Drew some wild crap stories about barbarians and Amazons and all other manner of bizarre things, Drew hadn't seen anyone.
Certainly not anyone who bothered to knock.

“Come in,” Drew called out. It was a stupid thing to say when he was the prisoner but he didn’t know how else to respond.

The door swung open slowly and a young guy appeared from behind it. Drew stared at the face for a few moments in disbelief. Then he said, “No way. No fucking way. Chace Morgan?”

“Hey man,” Chace said. “I’m sorry to see you in here. Are you doing okay?”

“Yeah... shit,” Drew said. Seeing Chace was blowing his mind. He shouldn’t have been so surprised, though. He had heard that Chace and his sister had gone missing. Hell, Drew had felt bad about it afterwards, but he had actually been pleased to hear that Chace was missing. He hated how Chace always just managed to edge him at everything when it came to soccer – a last-minute goal to win the game, a slightly better performance at summer team tryouts, a foul that went unnoticed by a ref. It was infuriating. Worst of all, one of Drew’s girlfriend had hooked up with Chace. Chace didn’t even know it was Drew’s girlfriend. The chick was just pissed at Drew for some unknown reason and decided to get back at him by sleeping with Chace. It annoyed Drew to no end that Chace had banged Drew’s girl.

“I guess you must be surprised to see me,” Chace said. He walked into the cell and the door slammed shut behind him. It seemed that the guards weren’t taking any chances.

“I heard that you were kidnapped,” Drew said. “I wondered as I was sitting in here whether my kidnappers where the same ones who… shit. So what’s going on here? Have you figured out what these whackos want?”

“
What have they told you so far?” Chace asked.

Drew relayed what he had been told. As he talked, he looked Chace up and down. The pretty boy looked good. At least they weren’t beating him or starving him or anything. That was something.

When Drew finished Chace nodded. “You might not believe this but that’s all true,” Chace said. “At least, I’ve come to believe it. Didn’t you feel your powers kick in on your 18th birthday?”

“Yeah, but I figured it was just… I don’t know, some latent puberty crap or maybe someone had spiked my drink and I was having a w
hacked out daydream or something,” Drew said. “This is unreal.”

“Better get used to it,” Chace muttered. “It doesn’t get any better.”

Drew's mood was quickly darkening. Was there nothing good about this place at all? He thought about Chace and Chace’s reputation as a ladies’ man. Desperate for anything positive, Drew asked, "Do you at least get to meet hot chicks here?" He asked. "How about these so-called Amazons? Have you banged any of them?”

Chace shook his head miserably. “I haven't even seen any Amazons,” he said. "I guess I have seen one girl here but she hadn’t come for me. You have to be a more senior Gargarean before they'll fix you up."

Chace Morgan had seen a girl he couldn’t get into bed with him? Impossible. “Come on,” Drew said. “You’re telling me that there was actually a girl you couldn’t sleep with?”

Chase shifted unc
omfortably. “It's complicated,” he said.

“Complicated? What's complicated?” Drew asked. “She's a chick. You figure out a way to bang her. Don't tell me the Gargareans have ruined your dick.”

Drew meant that as a joke. The idea of Chace Morgan not having a sex life was so absurd that Drew almost couldn't even imagine it. When a look of intermingled anger, frustration, and humiliation came over Chace's face, however, Drew gasped. “No,” he said. He started to tremble in fear. “What did they do to you? What… What will they do to me?”

Chase look
ed upset. "It's a long story," he said. "I’m not supposed to tell you about it. You normally don’t get to find out about it until after your first year.”

“Please, dude,” Drew pleaded
. “You need to tell me. I'm freaking out here.”

“Fine,” Chace said with obvious reluctance. Then he told Drew an unbelievable story about a nut cup that wouldn't ever come off.

“You're kidding me,” Drew said. “This is unbelievable. You’re telling me you can never…”

"Something
like that,” Chace said. "I'm going to get it off, though. I'm going to find a way."

“So there's no way you can even feel your balls anymore?” Drew asked.

Chace started shifting his weight uncomfortably again. There was something that Chace wasn’t telling Drew.

“Spit it out, man,” Drew said. “I can tell you’re hiding something.”

“The cup is almost always hard,” Chace said with obvious reluctance. “It can sometimes get soft for a few people, though.”

“What people?” Drew asked.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Chace said. He couldn’t even look at Drew. He was lying, but why? Then it hit Drew.

“I’m one of the people it can get soft for, aren’t I? That’s what you’re not telling me. Why?
Because it doesn’t work on new people or something?”

“Something
like that,” Chace admitted. He looked positively sick now.

Drew was quiet for a moment as he thought about that. On one hand, he was stuck in a horrible place with horrible p
eople. On the other hand, he had never had this kind of advantage over Chace before. The guy had been locked away in this mansion for weeks with no sex or masturbation. He must be unbelievably horny. He was probably having trouble just thinking straight. It made Drew feel…. well, sort of excited. Could he use this to take Chace down a few pegs for good?

“So I imagine you’re in need of a hand job pretty bad,” Drew said.

“I guess you could say that,” Chace said sullenly.

“I suppose I could give you one,” Drew said.

Chace’s eyes darted up in surprise.

“After all, we’re the only two people in here,” Drew said. “No one even has to know about it.”

Chace desperately wanted a hand job. Drew could see it in his eyes. Chace just had to determine whether Drew was making a genuine offer or just screwing with him. If the latter, Chace would make a fool of himself if he agreed. If the former, though… Drew could tell that Chace really was desperate.

“Of course,” Drew said. “I’d need some assurance that you wouldn’t go telling people about it when we got out of here. I’d need you to do something for me first that I co
uld use to counteract any blackmail attempt.” He nodded down at his crotch.

“What? You want me to give you a hand job too?” Chace asked in disgust.

“Not a hand job,” Drew said. “I want you to suck my cock.”

“I’m getting out of here,” Chace said. He spun around and moved to leave.

Drew quickly closed the distance between him and Chace. He reached out and put his hands on Chace’s shoulders. He felt Chace’s strong muscles and began to knead them with his hands in a rough massage.

Chace froze with his hand on the door. “What are you doing?” he asked. He was obviously trying to act cold and annoyed but Drew heard a tremor in his voice. Drew smiled. He had made the stud of
Harken High School show weakness. Now it was time to move in for the kill.

“Come on,” Drew said quietly in
Chace’s ear. “No one else has to know about this. What do you have to lose?”

Chace shook his head but he didn’t open the door. That meant some part of him wanted to do it. Drew’s heart started beating faster with excitement. If he could pull this off it would be the ultimate victory.

Drew slowly pulled Chace backwards. Chace reluctantly followed. Drew turned Chace around so that the two were face-to-face. Then Drew pressed down on Chace’s shoulders. It was the moment of truth. Would the captain of the Harken varsity soccer team suck his rival’s cock?

Chace slowly
sunk down and knelt on the floor in front of Drew’s crotch.

Drew couldn’t believe it. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out through his zipper. It was now inches in front of
Chace’s face. “Open up,” Drew said.

Chace did. The kneeling boy reached up, grabbed hold of Drew’s cock with one hand, and put it into his mouth.

Drew felt his cock become engulfed with the warmth’s of Chace’s mouth. He looked down in amazement as Chace started to suck. It was impossible and yet it was happening. This, Drew thought, was even better than having a chick suck his cock. Having an enemy do it was so much more satisfying. He put his hand on top of Chace’s head as if Chace were a dog and he gently patted Chace encouragingly. He imagined that the stud had done so to countless other girls. To now be the one in the submissive position must have been shocking and confusing to Chace. Drew loved it.

Drew wondered whether he should blow his load in
Chace’s mouth. It would be quite enjoyable. It would also make Drew go soft and there was one more thing he wanted to do while he was still hard. He wanted to fuck Chace. Yes, that was what he would do. Chace could drink his cum another time.