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Peril, Bondage, Scientist, Erect, Dennis the Menace

DAVID 68

 

DENNIS THE MENACE
PART ONE

 

 

 

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

“Should I?”

“Well,” said Dennis, “I suppose you’ve terrorized a couple of hundred geeks like me when you were in high school. You thought you were God’s gift, didn’t you?”

David just glared up at him. He pulled again at the restraints around his wrists.

“That won’t do any good,” Dennis said, smiling. “Those are hospital restraints, the kind they use in psych wards. The toughest leather around.”

David twisted his wrists. The padding on the restraints slid smoothly across his skin, but he could not slip his hands from the leather shackles.

Dennis continued, a forlorn and frustrated look on his face. “I used to walk way up to Hillside Road after school so I could look down at the football field and watch you.”

David068David just glared at him, but this time puzzled.

“I’d wait and wait and wait for you to take your shirt off.”

David studied the young man’s face.

“And then I’d imagine what it would be like… what it would be like to touch you, and explore your body, but I knew that I never could… that I shouldn’t even be looking. Do you remember what you did to me on the front steps while I was eating my lunch?”

“I never did anything to you,” he growled.

“Oh yes you did. You and my sister were coming down the stairs. I don’t suppose you remember her. You probably had every girl in our class, didn’t you?”

No answer.

“She was so excited when you started talking to her and when you asked her out she felt so special, like she was just as pretty as the popular girls. But you don’t remember. Do you?”

“How could I possibly remember if you don’t tell me who you are?”

“Do you remember Jennifer Hudson?”

“Jennifer,” he murmured.

“She wanted to go to the Halloween party with you, but I believe that was the night you stayed at home with her and finally got into her pants. Which is all you wanted in the first place.”

“Jennifer,” he said. “Yes. I do remember.”

“Do you remember her little brother? You won’t remember my name.”

David gasped. “You mean… you?” He smiled and almost laughed. “You’re, uh...”

Dennis scoffed. “I knew it. You don’t even—“

“Midget,” said David. “You’re Midget?”

Now it was Dennis who glared at David. “Yeah. I’m Midget. Everybody else called me Dennis except—”

“Dennis! That’s—”

“It’s too late now, David.”

David smiled. “Aww Mid—I mean, Dennis, come on. That was years ago. We were teenagers. You can’t still be… You can’t….” He sighed. “Aw, come on guy. Don’t take this too seriously. We were… I was… I was just being a jerk, you know? Sometimes I’m just a jerk. I admit it. I was never laughing at you, trust me. When I make a fool of myself, I just laugh… at myself. If I had known that you thought I was being—”

“You flash that smile and you get whatever you want, don’t you? Well, not this time. This time I’m finally going to get what I want. All those times you walked around with your shirt off. All those times you teased me and my friends.”

“Dennis, they didn’t have a uniform big enough for me! They had to order one. That’s why I just wore shorts and stayed on the sidelines most—”

“Oh? And the tight little lace up shorts?”

He sighed. And he blushed. “They were… they were the only things… comfortable. Do you understand what I mean?”

“You loved it all, didn’t you?”

“I could loosen the laces. I could make them more comfortable for me. Do you understand? I’m a big guy. I can’t change that. Sometimes I wish I could! And remember how hot it would get in the afternoon? We all took our shirts off sometimes. Honest. I never teased—”

“Shut up! Ya hear? Shut up! You did! You...you...you’d strip right in front of me. In the locker room. Right next to me, even though your locker was clear across the room!”

“Now there’s a reason—”

"Liar!"

"No, Dennis! Let me explain! Uh… one of the coaches… he started kind of making advances towards me. And I said no. But he used to watch me get dressed through the window in the office—”

"Liar!"

"No! I—”

“And… and… and you used to… I remember you used to tease Anthony. And Alan. And me. Like the time you spilled the jelly all over your hands and you asked Anthony to help you wipe if off your pants. Your crotch specifically. And you had that shit-faced grin on your face because you knew he was too shy to say no or walk away. Do you remember that? Huh? ‘Aw come on man I just want to be your friend, help me out here’. Do you remember that? You’d just stand there and pose. You knew you were good looking, didn’t you? You knew it was torture for us to look and not have but it was even worse to be caught looking. So what would you do? Bend over. Scratch your chest. Adjust your jockstrap. Scratch the back of your head and flex your bicep.”

“I was just having a little fun,” he murmured.

“Well what about us? Huh? What about us? What about all those afternoons I spent up on the hill? I couldn’t go home! I couldn’t. Because you were so…” Dennis’ voice suddenly quieted, and he hung his head, on the verge of tears. “So… because…” he raised his head and looked at David forlornly. “…you’re so beautiful.”

David stared at the ground.

“I used to go home and jack off, and half an hour later I was hard again, thinking of you. I’d wake up in the middle of the night and there you’d be, in my mind, rubbing soap on your chest or all sweaty, lifting weights in the gym. I memorized the way your shirts fit. Where they strained and pulled. That horizontal crease the fabric makes under your pecs. The way the sleeves would fill up and stretch taut when you’d bend your arm.” Dennis rolled his eyes. “Oh god. And the way you always left the top buttons of your shirt open, and I could see your chest hair.”
David glared up at him, a guilty look on his face. “Look, I really feel bad about all that but I really didn’t do those things to—”

“The way you’d sit with your legs wide open. That huge bulge in your pants. When you used to wear those lycra bike shorts, the ones with the pouch. Oh god how I tried not to stare. Or those tight little short shorts that barely covered your ass. That’s what I couldn’t get out of my mind! That’s what I’ve been dreaming of all these years. All of us! All those names we were called. Do you know how much it hurt? To be called a sissy? Or a little faggot?”

“Dennis, I never called you—”

“And the worse part? The worst part of it was that we couldn’t just shrug it off, because it was true.”

“Aw don’t say that. It’s not true.”

Dennis fought back tears.

“And I’m sorry,” David said. “I’m really sorry. I am. I didn’t realize how much it hurt, and… and if you look at all the things I’ve done lately, you’ll see that I’m proud to be looked at by—”

“Put the gag on him!”

David’s eyes went wide. “No! Wait! Let me explain!”

Dennis turned away from him.

“Dennis, wait!”

Alan stood behind David and rested his weight on the backrest. He placed the ball gag around David’s head and pulled it tight. David gritted his teeth and held his mouth shut. Alan held the ends of the gag in one hand now, and he reached over the top of David’s head and grabbed his upper lip and pulled up and back… hard. David screamed through clenched teeth, his head all the way back. Alan squeezed the upper lip. For a moment, the big man endured the pain, but the man standing behind him was merciless and didn’t care if the handsome face was marred by having the upper lip torn from the gums. David’s eyes were squeezed shut. Tears seeped from their sides. He held his breath and let out a long, low, quiet moan of effort as he tried to endure the pain, and then he needed to breathe. Unable to get enough air through his clenched teeth, he opened his mouth to suck in a quick breath and the ball popped into his mouth.

Alan yanked back hard with the other hand, forcing the ball deeper into the young man’s mouth. David thrashed about, but in a few seconds, Alan had slipped one end of the thick leather strap into the buckle, pulled it tighter, and fastened it tight.

Dennis turned around to face his breathless captive.

David glared at him.

“Now you’re going to pay,” Dennis said quietly. He was holding a tapered object about a foot long. He flicked a switch on it and it began to vibrate violently, its end blurring. “Now you’re going to pay,” he said again. “Twice.”

David’s eyes went wide.

Dennis began to approach him, holding the vibrator in his fist and watching the free half hum and blur.

David shook his head: No. No.

“Pretty boys must be punished,” Dennis whispered, a far off look in his eyes. He came out of his reverie for a moment and looked David in the eyes. “That IV is to keep you hydrated,” he began.

“And it’s to keep you hard. Alan and I are the head researchers at this fine company that leads the way in vascular regeneration and we’ve spiked the saline drip with a triple concentration of our as yet unlicensed wonder drug. Once you start to get hard, you’re going to experience the erection of a lifetime. You’ll become extra sensitive everywhere. All your skin, but especially down there. You’re going to throb like you’ve never throbbed before. Your cock’s gonna drool and leak like there’s no tomorrow, and we’ll just keep changing the IV bag, hour after hour. Don’t think you can rip it off either because it’s not in your arm. It’s in your foot, and you can’t move that. Or reach it.”

David’s eyes were plaintive, pleading.

Dennis nodded at Alan, and Alan opened the valve on the line. Clear liquid began to drip from the bag.

David pulled at the restraints that held his left ankle. He couldn’t feel the intubation, but the line from the IV led directly to his left foot. The liquid was streaming through the line now, and slowly made its way towards David's foot..

“And you’re gonna pay, you beautiful son of a bitch. Pretty boys must be punished. They just must. They must be punished. They must be punished. They must be punished. They will... be… puh...”

David held his breath… in shock… in realization… in horror.

Dennis loomed closer. “Now it’s you who’s going to be hard. I’ve got you hooked up to a special ENG, so I can see just when you’re about to cum. I’m going to bring you to that point where you’re teetering on the edge, where you’re holding your breath, and straining your muscles, and waiting for the first surge… and I’m gonna keep you right there.”

David sobbed through his gag. He tried to say, “Dennis” but the sound that escaped sounded desperate and animal-like.

“I’m gonna keep you there for hours… hours.”

He wanted to scream but he fought the urge.

“I’m gonna lube your cock.”

If he screamed, nothing would happen. It wouldn’t help.

“I’m going to take this vibrator…”

It was better for his sanity if he fought the urge to scream, rather than scream helplessly.

“…and after all these years, I’m finally going to take your cock in my hands…”

He couldn’t look at Dennis. He could only look down at the young man's shoes as they slowly made their way closer and closer and then stopped right in front of him.

“…and I’m going to show you what it was like to be helpless…”

Struggling. It might be best not to struggle too.

“…and hard…”

He already knew he couldn’t escape the restraints.

“…and desperate… to cum…”

Helpless struggling would just be so… mindless.

“…to stop thinking about the pounding, the throbbing…”

But he knew he would struggle.

“…and the fact that someone else holds that relief in their hands and won’t let you have it.”

It might be best not to try to speak through the gag too.

David068a“I’m gonna slide it up and down the underside of your greased cock.”

His breathing was getting faster.

“All twelve inches of it.”

He was trembling.

“At least that’s the size you used to brag about. Were you telling the truth? Huh? Will it get that
big?”

Gravity and the weight of his own body kept his torso and arms still, but his knees were trembling. He looked up at Dennis with puppy dog eyes: Please don’t do this to me.

“Answer me.”

He couldn’t continue to look at him. He squeezed his eyes shut and just wished as hard as he could: Please take the gag out so I can tell you how sorry I am.

“Answer me!”

David shook, frightened. He nodded his head.

“And just when you think you’re going to blow all the fuses in your brain,” Dennis began. He held the vibrator up to David's face so that he could show David a button on the device, “I’m going to take my thumb, and put it right here…”

His eyes were squeezed shut even harder now, and he tried to listen only to his own mind: I’m not going to listen. I’m not going to listen to what he’s going to do.

“…and I’m going to turn the power up.”

David’s eyes flew open. He looked up to see Dennis push the switch on the vibrator, and the machine's pitch rose and it blurred all the way down to the handle.

“Up and down,” Dennis said, smiling. “I’m gonna slide it up… and down. Up… and down. Real slow. Real, real slow. I’m gonna let it linger on the most sensitive square inch of that magnificent body… right on the underside of the head. I’m gonna press it there, and I'm going to hold it there, and I'm going to keep it there.”

He sobbed. He sobbed again, louder.

“I’m gonna slide it along the side of your balls, where your scrotum meets your leg.”

Instinctively, he tried to bring his legs together, but the steel rings held them wide apart.

“First one side, and then the other.”

And then another thought occurred to him.

“Then up and down your cock again.”

The hole in the center of the platform, directly beneath his buttocks.

“And then I’m gonna let go of your cock, lift your balls…”

It wasn’t for anything disgusting to go down into.

“And stroke the back of your balls.”

He moaned. He chanted in his mind: Not there. Not there. Oh please not there.

“And then I’m going to do all of it all over again. And then again. And then again.”

He prayed in his mind: Please don’t say anything about the hole. Please.

“And while I’m working on your cock…”

He held his breath.

“I’m gonna turn on our special little toy.”

He thought: I’ll scream. I’ll beg. I’ll cry if he says what I think he’s going to say.

“It’s gonna rise slowly out of that hole that’s directly beneath your beautiful ass.”

No Dennis! No! No!

“And the little tentacle probes are going to reach up and search and map and probe the virgin territory down there until they know just exactly where everything is. Everything.”

Don’t say it.

“And then the main probe, the very big main probe is going to rise from the center of the feeler probes, and it’s going to pulse against your ass hole. It’s gonna get warm. And it’s gonna ooze lube… a lot. And then it’s going to go in… pretty far too… and it’s going to start pistoning up and down. Slowly at first, and only a little bit. But then it’s gonna get faster and it’s gonna secrete even more lube. And there’s an ultrasound unit inside it. It’s gonna be aimed right at your prostate gland. In fact, the feeler probes are going to find your prostate, stroke it, pet it, and squeeze it, and send a signal so that the beam is aimed just right. It’s gonna tingle real nice.”

David looked up at Dennis and pleaded in his mind, hoping that somehow Dennis could hear: I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You’re making some things seem intentional. I was just scratching my chest. I promise. I was trying to be your friend by joking with you.

Dennis smiled. “And then, I’m going to let the machine fuck you. I’m going to leave you all alone… while I have dinner… I’m gonna leave you all alone with it fucking you. And then I’ll come back and I’ll slide this up… and down. Up… and down. Under the head. Behind the balls. And that’s just the first way you’re going to pay me back. I need to check your blood pressure and heart rate again now, and then I’ll tell you the second thing we’re going to do, because, really, all this is just priming the pump—pun intended. We have to do all of this a certain way. Because pretty boys must be punished.”

  

2003

 

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