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Halloween Chronivac Story Part 04
🕑 Added 2019-11-02 03:04:14 +0000 UTCMick took a deep breath as he heard the 'police man’s' deep voice. “Open up it’s the police!” followed by several loud thumps to the door. He did his best to calm himself down and then gripped the handle.
‘Be polite. Be calm. Be in control,’ he told himself as he turned the handle. “What can I do for you offi—“ Mick cut himself short as he looked at the two smiling idiots on the other side. “You have got to be shitting me.”
“Nope,” Schaffer burst through the door laughing. His large muscular frame pushed in through the door looking around. “Sup,” he nodded his head back at Adam. Adam was the only other person in a clear line of sight while everyone else still hid. “This the party?” turning back to Mick.
“It was…” Mick grinded his teeth, glaring at Schaffer. “Then you two dumbasses go and scare them all off.”
“Hey! It was only one dumbass,” Sanchez defended his honor. “Though I guess I didn’t think it’d do this much…” He looked around the empty rooms. There was still quite a bit of alcohol but a lot of it had been cleared out too. Several bottles still lined the bar and poker tables but obviously a lot had been stolen as well.
“Well fuck ‘em,” Schaffer stepped over to the bar and poured himself and Sanchez a shot. They took it locking arms. “Fuck yeah! That’s the good stuff.” He went back and poured another; doing the same. “Oh fuck yeah,” shaking his head at the amount of alcohol content in the small drink. Sanchez went and grabbed a few more shots as he knew the scolding Mick would probably last a while.
“You’ve got to be shitting me! Look at this fucking place. Almost everyone left!” People were starting to come out of their hiding places, each with varying levels of worry or laughter. Some were murmuring about how good of a prank it was while others were complaining about how they lost their buzz. The music slowly turned back on but not nearly as loud as it had been.
“Yeah, fuck ‘em,” Schaffer laughed again. He downed the third shot he was given and walked into the foyer where Adam was standing. “See? This guy fuckin gets it. You thought it was funny right?”
“Kinda,” Adam nodded his head to the side and kicked it back.
“See?” Schaffer only felt like his point was amplified.
“Whatever,” Mick shook his head knowing full well it was a losing battle. There was no way he would be able to convince Schaffer that he’d done anything wrong. Instead he elected to go back to his room. “Go on. Turn up the music,” he told the DJ, then closed the door behind him.
Schaffer threw off his police officer hat and started grinding against some of the girls. Even if he was more interested in the guys, he knew there weren’t too many guys there who would appreciate it. Though in the other room, he could clearly see Sanchez already making a few tips. Sure, it was just the guys joking around but a pang of jealously shot through his body. He looked around the room and saw Adam grinning at him.
Adam gave him a smirk, making him all the more interested. “Sup?” Schaffer blocked the area between Adam and Colt. Despite Colt’s much larger size, Schaffer’s presence seemed to have easily boxed him out. “What do you say we have a bit of fun?”
“Fun?” Adam played coy, “Like what you did to this party?”
“You weren’t scared,” Schaffer smirked.
“Well I had someone like Colt around to protect me.”
Schaffer let out a single laugh. “This dork?” he threw his thumb over his shoulder towards Colt. Obviously he knew about the giant without a shirt on but he was still acting like he wasn’t there.
“Yep,” Adam kept a pleasant smile. He was really starting to feel powerful all of a sudden. With that little device in his pocket, he felt like he could do anything. Normally he would have felt too bashful or scared of someone’s imposing frame like Schaffer’s, let alone Colt’s, but right now he felt like he was the one in control. “I wanted to get to know him better.”
Now Schaffer was full on laughing. “C’mon man! You could do so much better than that chump. Sure he’s a fucking hulk but he’s got the personality of a fuckin rabbit.” He kept his eyes trained on Adam, biting his lip and leaning in closer. “Why don’t you leave the kiddie table and deal with a real man. I know several ways to make you feel good. Inside and out…” His bulky body mere inches away from Adam’s ear. His hot breath hit the side of Adam’s face.
“Do you now,” Adam taunted back. He ran his hand against the thick muscular arm of the male stripper. That’s when he saw Schaffer’s eyes go wide for a second. He held his breath and then let it all out at once. “Something wrong?” Adam asked again.
“N-no,” Schaffer tried to get his cool guy act under control again. Though, the tight stripper pants gave away his thoughts. He leaned his body back against the wall and gave his dumb smirk again. “You’re touch just turned me on so much more,” it was a usual thing he’d say to his clients to get them more in the moo. Watching their joy at turning on the hot guy was obviously contagious. They would often squirm at the notion they were attractive enough to be with them.
To Adam it suddenly meant something completely different. Thinking back to earlier in the night, he remembered what he had typed. ‘Mr. Carver finds it erotic when I touch his body.’ But then he touched Colt and he had a similar reaction. And now Schaffer. The device hadn’t made it so that it only affected Mr. Carver, but changed it to his touch is erotic whenever he touches a body. A confident but devious smirk crossed his face.
“What? Don’t believe me?” Schaffer was getting comfortable again. The sensation seemed to have worn off. “I strip for all kinds of people and I’ve never felt a touch like that.”
“I bet,” Adam was trying to assess the idea he wanted. His mind was turning faster and faster as he wanted to figure out what he wanted.
“So what do you say? Ditch the loser and come see what a real man’s like.”
“Can there just be one thing beforehand?” Adam asked.
“Sure, what is it?”
Adam turned to Colt. “Do you want to have sex with Schaffer?”
“What?” the two said in unison.
“It’s just a simple question,” Adam ran his finger against Schaffer’s forearm. A shot of arousal shot through the man’s body again. His anger dispelled for a second as arousal took over. The inherent erotic feeling short through his body making him all the more curious about the runt.
“Yeah, just fucking answer it,” Schaffer was getting antsy.
“Y-Y-yeah,” Colt stammered out. “But… But…”
“Top or bottom?”
“T-t-t-t-,” Colt stammered again watching the angry glare from Schaffer only seem to grow angrier. He may have been a bit of a jokester but when it really came down to it he could be really mean. At the same time Colt didn’t know why he didn’t want to lie to Adam. Each question he asked he wanted to answer honestly. No matter how many times he was trying to tell himself no or now say bottom the only thing that came out of his mouth was, “top.”
“Now what?” Schaffer growled.
Adam leaned more of his bodyweight against Schaffer. After closing the distance he started to whisper into the stripper's ear. “Don’t be so upset, I just wanted to know what to say next.” The anger subsided as Schaffer’s hormones seemed to have started going wild. The touch sent pleasure through his body when he should have been angry about the series of stupid questions. “I just wanted to get the winning prize established. See I want to know how long you can last. If you can last for a five minute kiss with me, then I’ll have sex with you. If you can’t, you have to bottom for Colt.”
“What?!” the two took a step back together. Despite their clear differences this was something both were in complete confusion over..
“C’mon it’s just a game. I just wanted to make it a little bit more interesting that’s all,” Adam feigned ignorance to why it’d be so weird. “What? Afraid you can’t handle a little kiss?”
Schaffer’s more alpha tendency started to take over. “You serious?” he wasn’t about to let someone challenge him like this. “I’m a fuckin stripper. I could last for hours if I wanted to.”
“Then the game won’t be that hard.”
“Ooooooo! Damn! I get to fuck you in whatever position I want when I win then,” Schaffer started jumping up and down in excitement. His 230 pound frame shook the floor beneath him. “Deal?”
“Deal,” Adam smirked. He puckered his lips and leaned forward.
To Schaffer he thought it was going to be an easy win. He’d kissed, and done far more, for so many different people for money that this would have been a cake walk. Though when his lips touched Adam’s he felt that same surge of energy rush through his body again. The sudden shock nearly had him pull away. That stupid throwaway line had always been a joke but now feeling Adam touch him made it suddenly true. He stayed focus on his prize. If he was this good at just a kiss, how good would he be in bed?
Schaffer’s dick throbbed with anticipation. He flexed his arms trying to redirect some of the blood but none of his usual tricks seemed to be working. Just feeling Adam’s soft hands run up and down his arms brought him right back to thinking about his dick. It was crazy. Like his entire body was getting turned on by just the other man’s touch. Each place Adam touched felt so sensitive. So much more sensitive than it’d ever been before.
It didn’t make sense. Schaffer was just glad his body was leaning against the couch. His knees felt so weak all of a sudden that he couldn’t even stand up. Then the realization hit him. Adam was controlling the pace, not him. Each of his touches had gotten more sensual. Starting out with his arms, then working their way up to his shoulders. Back down but underneath his shirt. He was losing control of his breathing. He traced the deep cuts in his abs all the way up to his pecs. Slowly drifting his fingers across the swollen muscle then circling his nipple. His heart beat faster. He was losing. No matter where Adam touched, he felt a shock run through his body. Like everything was connected to the most sensitive part of his dick.
‘This is crazy! I can’t—‘ the thought stopped as his eyes rolled back. His head tipped away from Adam and his tongue lightly hung out. All the while his hips thrust over and over again as his pants were filled with his seed. It was a good thirty seconds before he came down from his high. “Wha… What happened?” he slurred.
“Looks like you were having a bit of fun without me,” Sanchez crossed his arms against his firm chest.
“No wait! It’s not what it looks like,” Schaffer tried to defend his actions.
Sanchez just rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry dude. I heard about the little bet. But if you think for one second I’m letting that giant be the only thing in you, you’ve got another thing coming.”
With a heavy gulp, Schaffer looked over the two guys in front of him. Each sexy in their own right but now he wasn’t sure what he’d gotten himself into.
