Club Exit

Devasted by the loss of Kyle, Dylan sobbed in silence. He couldn't help but think that it was his fault as images of Kyle's charred, twisted car flashed through his mind. There was plenty of rubber necking as the wreckage was dragged uphill onto the roadside. Everyone likes to stare at a mangled car grateful it wasn't them. Metal scraping as the remains were pulled across the pavement in a one-sided game of tug-of-war had taken on the sound of static snow within Dylan's head. It felt as if the TV had been left on past the broadcast schedule. Dylan wiped his cheek dry as Detective Dermott drove in silence. If it wasn't for their fight Kyle would still be here. Despite all the great things about Kyle when the news report aired that night, he would be described as nothing more than a tragic addition to the statistic of drunk driving. The thought of this made Dylan's stomach turn.

Detective Dermott cleared his throat preparing to speak up, there was something he needed to tell Dylan, but flashing red and blue lights caught Dylan's attention before he could say a word. Dylan looked up and gasped turning to look at Detective Dermott. "What is going on? Why are there police cars at my house?" Detective Dermott was quiet, he knew exactly why. "John, why?" Dylan begged with strain in his voice.

Parking alongside the curb two houses down, Detective Dermott finally answered, "Dylan, stay here. I'll go find out what's going on." He exited the car and poked his head back in. "And stay in the car this time. I mean it." Detective Dermott approached a group of police officers standing on the curb in front of Dylan's home. "What's going on here, Hernandez?"

"Well, there was a break in. The neighbor called. We cleared everything." Officer Hernandez explained.

Detective Dermott raised one eyebrow, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, everything's good to go. We're just waiting for the word to wrap it up."

Detective Dermott glanced past Hernandez towards Dylan who sat in the car staring straight back at him trying to zero in on some clue, reading lips as if he was an expert.

"What is Marcus trying to do?" Detective Dermott thought as he excused himself. Returning to his car Detective Dermott opened the passenger door, "Hey, we're going to grab clothes and some of your stuff. You're not staying here. Come on, I'll help you."

The detective's words hit a wall falling flat on their back as Dylan followed him to the front door of his house without responding. Along the way Dylan saw his neighbor Catherine speaking to some other officers. He overheard that Nate had gone missing as well. Catherine was answering questions and giving a description of her husband offering up a picture of him from her phone. As Dylan continued walking Catherine's words joined the jumble of everyone else's. Turning his focus back to the detective as he followed him into the house Dylan tried not to panic, but all of this was beginning to overwhelm him. Dylan felt like he was living out an episode of a crime series on TV, it felt different being the star of the show.

As Dylan packed clothes into his luggage, he quietly listened to the detective talking in another room, "Thank God for thin walls". Not only was Nate missing, but Tim was also gone too. Tim was home working when it happened. Dylan listened in; years of gossiping had made him an expert when it came to focusing on a conversation nearby. Nate reported seeing a group of men enter the house and called for help. When the police arrived neither of them were anywhere to be seen. Considering this was not just a simple breaking and entering but abduction, things were being treated much more seriously.

Both Tim and Nate were listed as missing with a search effort being established. Little did any of them know, both Tim and Nate were now hidden deep inside Club Exit. They weren't going to be found any time soon. Dylan was startled from his eavesdropping when Detective Dermott put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey, didn't mean to scare you. Are you all packed up? You can stay with me until we can figure out a place for you to go." Detective Dermott grabbed Dylan's carry-on sized luggage and backpack asking Officer Hernandez to put in in his car.

"What do you mean stay with you? For how long?" Dylan understood he couldn't stay there with it being a crime scene, but he was frustrated and scared. His defiant side kicked in as he sat on the edge of his bed. "What is going on? Can you tell me anything? I'm not going anywhere until you tell me something." Dylan stared into Detective Dermott's eyes and looked away quickly. "What the hell is going on? First Kyle, now this? Jesus Christ..."

As Detective Dermott listened to Dylan, he noticed a faint beeping sound. He put his hand up to hush Dylan who was nearly in tears again, "Shhh, what is that sound?" Looking around the room the detective zeroed in on the source of the beeping and crouched down to see a black, box device with a red blinking light underneath the bed. Grabbing Dylan by the hand they bolted out of the room "Bomb!". Everyone who was still inside the house scattered, fleeing through the front and back door taking cover. There was never a blast of fire and destruction, only a flash of light followed by nothing.

As the crowd of police stood, puzzled by the lack of explosion, Detective Dermott locked eyes with Officer Hernandez. "Everything's good to go huh?"

Later that day, after a quick tour of his apartment Detective Dermott made space for Dylan's clothes in his closet and dresser. Dylan was too emotionally exhausted to pay attention to the handsome detective's hospitality. Noticing Dylan's lack of presence, he spoke up. "You can take the bed; I think you could use the privacy."

"Are you sure? I couldn't, you've already done too much."

Dermott cut Dylan off, "Hey it's fine. You've been through a lot and you're my guest. Please, get some rest. Besides, the sofa is pretty comfy." Dylan nodded his head in appreciation and closed the bedroom door. Sitting on the edge of Dermott's bed Dylan scrolled through the contacts in his phone trying to keep intrusive thoughts out of his head. It was a losing battle though, images of a drunken Kyle driving home played like a movie.

Loud music blared from the car stereo as Kyle argued with someone who was not in the car with him, practicing for another argument with Dylan when he got home. "Nothing more than a dirty stripper? Like he's better than me..." Kyle clutched the wheel, "Fuck that. At least I'm doing something. Probably mad cuz you want me and can't have me..." Getting himself worked up Kyle pressed the gas pedal down letting the cool breeze fuel his adrenaline as he accelerated, taking a curve too fast. As he lost control of the car, Kyle slammed the brakes as hard as he could jamming them into the floor of the car. Tires screeched, with burning rubber screaming bloody murder as the weight of the car smashed through the steel guard rail sending sparks flying as the rail twisted and gave way. "Oh fuck, fuck!" After tumbling nearly a hundred feet down to the bottom of the drop off Kyle was trapped in the crunched up mess, suspended upside down in his seat by the safety belt.

Dazed, he looked around with blurred vision. He was covered in scratches and shards of broken glass as he regained a sense of his surroundings. The smell of booze and burnt rubber filled the interior of the wreckage. Kyle screamed for help trying to be louder than the static from the speakers which were screaming louder. The tinge of gasoline burned into Kyle's nostrils as the car began to fill with the suffocating heat of fresh smoke.

Dylan closed his eyes, wiping visions of death from his cheeks. Shaking the thoughts away he stopped scrolling through the contacts of his phone upon reaching Kyle's mom. Dylan took a nervous breath as his trembling thumb pressed the call button. After ending the toughest phone call of his life Dylan hung up simultaneously curling into a ball as he buried his face into one of the pillows. Kyle was gone, and Dylan felt guilty for letting him go. If he had been more understanding, if he had gone with Kyle to the event that night to support him he would have made it home safely. They would have just talked it out like they had always done. Dylan laid there thinking of everything he could have done differently. His mind was running a marathon at full sprint. Dylan's thoughts filled the room with a million coulda-woulda-shouldas as he fell asleep.

The next morning Dylan woke feeling like he had been hit with a freight train. Every inch of his small frame was tense. Rolling over onto his back, he realized how big and comfortable the bed was, wishing he was on a luxurious tropical vacation with Kyle, but that fantasy quickly faded as reality interrupted the moment of peace. As the morning sun peeked through the window to say hello, Dylan hoped that Kyle would be asleep next to him just like before. Stretching his right hand out across the bed all that Dylan felt were the cool empty sheets instead of Kyle's warm, firm chest. Dylan sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. A noise coming from the connecting bathroom broke the silence. Dylan looked over to see Detective Dermott standing at the sink wearing a towel around his waist while shaving as he prepared himself for the day.

Dylan quietly admired the detective's broad shoulders and strong back muscles glistening under the lights. Dermott's biceps and triceps bulged as he lathered up his face and neck, his arms were big and strong with several veins visible. A house could be built upon this man, and it would not move an inch. Dylan couldn't help but to let his eyes wander further downward, following the line of Dermott's spine towards his backside which was wrapped snugly under the towel like a well packed meal. The white terrycloth hugged every curve of his strong, beefy body. Dylan had no idea that the detective was hiding all that underneath his clothing. He was in awe and remembered an old movie he rented during his sexual awakening, Desert Heat. Dylan had gotten off to the scene in the motel room plenty of times, and he was becoming aroused just thinking of it. The detective's build was very similar to Van Damme's physique in that film and Dylan was totally here for it.

As Dermott finished shaving, he pulled the towel loose exposing his naked backside using it to wipe the excess shaving cream from his face. Dylan took in the beautiful sight of the detective's naked body, a sculpture of tanned, taught muscle with just the right amount of body hair. A man as sexy as him was sure to age like fine wine. Dermott maintained is body well for a man in his late forties, a total "Daddy" type. He was still ruggedly handsome, and his body looked much younger. Dylan's jaw dropped at the sight of Dermott's solid ass noticing a light dusting of hair flocking the thick, sturdy cheeks. "No tan lines?" Dylan licked his lips watching Dermott move around becoming mesmerized as all those luscious muscles bounced and tensed. "Eat your heart out Van Damme."

Dermott stepped into some well-fitting black boxer briefs pulling them up his thick thighs and over the curve of his mounds with a bit of struggle. Stepping out into the bedroom not realizing Dylan was awake watching him, Dermott took some clothes out from his closet and started getting dressed. Turning around facing the bed Dermott leaned back against the dresser catching Dylan as he buttoned his shirt. Dylan admired Dermott's lightly haired torso as he struggled to hide his morning wood. His face turned red realizing Dermott had already taken notice of the flagpole under the sheets smiling up at him. Dermott flexed his chest bouncing his pecs a couple of times enticing Dylan even more, giving a cheeky wink at the same time. Dylan's erection twitched in response to Dermott's display and Dermott locked his eyes on it like a bird waiting for a worm to show itself. "Well, good morning." Dermott said while buttoning up the rest of his shirt.

Dylan tried to hide himself, embarrassed. "Good morning."

Dermott filled his pants nicely; he was half hard from being watched and the crotch of his pants was getting tighter. He kept his package front and center, crouching a bit to accentuate it for Dylan to enjoy as he looped his belt through the waist of his pants stretching so that the material bunched in the crotch. With a quick tuck of his shirt, Dermott was ready for work.

"I'll be back later, make yourself at home. There's food in the fridge and I've got all the streaming apps." he told Dylan as he sat on the edge of the bed. "I'll try to find out some more information about your friends today, stay inside though. I can't have you disappearing too. We'll figure this out." He took Dylan's hand in his, squeezing it in a firm, nurturing way. "Call if you need anything." Dermott stood, walking out the door with his keys jingling.

It was dark in the playroom, almost night. Spence slowly circled outside a lone spotlight that illuminated a still figure like a shark stalking its prey. Red lighting stretched along the bare concrete walls giving an erotic glow to showcase the various toys and restraints adorning the perimeter of the room. Those who entered the playroom were in for pleasure or punishment, and usually received both.

In the center of the blinding column of light were Tim and Nate who were joined together in a vertical 69 position. Tim stood up with his feet firmly spaced two feet apart with his left hand raised gripping the back of Nate's thigh and the other cupping Nate's ass. Nate was suspended from his ankles in front of Tim with both of his hands firmly squeezing the meaty cheeks of Tim's tight round backside creating indentions in the round orbs. Each were sucking one another's cock earnestly, holding onto each other to remain stable while struggling to please their master. The two of them had been petrified in this position for several hours now, savoring the taste and sensation of the stone meat in their mouths. Tim had only a bit more than the head of Nate's dick in his mouth, his cheeks sucked inward teasing him with the same suction one would give a lollipop. Nate had Tim's cock buried balls deep into the back of his throat, with Tim locked in full thrust taking advantage of a willing throat. Nate would come up for air if he could.

Spence drew closer his steady steps ticking like a metronome in the silence. Stepping into the light Spence extended his thin pale arm out running the palm of his bony hand over their petrified bodies. He couldn't help but to look closely at the dirtiest details of their nude bodies captured before him. Spence was proud of his work, he fancied himself as an artist when it came to selecting the positions for his studs to be petrified. The polished cement floor reflected the bright spotlight illuminating the three of them with a devious glow. Spence wore black leather chaps that clung to his scrawny legs and his tight, studded black harness around his shoulders stretched across his chest in a series of leather straps. The metallic rings adorning the harness glistened with beads of sweat. The shadows cast upon Spence in the harsh lighting made him look like nothing more than a skeleton with the thinnest of alabaster skin stretched over it.

Spence rubbed himself through the leather as he leaned forward placing his face between Nate's hardened cheeks inhaling deeply before licking the unyielding stone pucker of his ass. His tongue spread wide as he forced himself upon Nate like a hungry dog searching for something to satisfy his hunger. The sound of leather rubbing as Spence fondled himself echoed through the room as he breathed heavily, inhaling more of the heavy musk of dirty sex. "Mmm..." With his free hand, Spence wiped the sweat from his skeletal torso using it as lube to fondle Nate's stone balls and partially exposed shaft. Grunting, Spence began to grind his growing erection against Nate's marbleized back bringing himself closer and closer to the edge. The metal rings of the harness dinged and clicked against the stone surface. "Oh yeah, that's fuckin' nice..."

Reaching the peak of his sadistic pleasure, Spence stepped back depriving himself of release gripping himself through the leather squeezing his dick like a vice grip. His hand was so tightly clenched that it caused his eyes to water as he let out a pained moan dropping to his knees, angrily sobbing that he almost let go. As his voice bounced around the room and back to him Spence felt a white heat wash over his body. He cursed himself feeling anger and disgust, "You pathetic fuck. Look what you almost did." Spence shook and quivered in pain licking his salty lips while staring at his captives forced to pleasure each other. He could only envy the ecstasy Tim and Nate were locked in as he deprived himself. Spence thrived on deprivation and that was his kink, a life of constant edging while everyone around him got what they wanted.

Spence was ready for the next round as he shook off the exhausting weight of his baggage as he wheeled over his cart picking up the little black remote aiming it at Tim. With a push of a single button Tim slowly unfroze turning back into a man of flesh and blood. Spence played with his own nipples pinching and twisting the pink nubs while watching the olive warmth of Tim's tanned skin flow over his muscular landscape like paint in water. The ink of his tattoos lost their embossed texture taking on their natural black tones. With a sudden burst from Tim's mouth his voice returned as if someone turned the volume all the way up very quickly.

Tim instantly came in Nate's mouth, "Oh fuck yeah, mmmm suck that cock!" Tim unloaded so much into Nate's gaping throat that it leaked out of the tight seal of his hardened lips, spilling past his nose filling his nostrils as the flash flood of cream washed down over Nate's eyes and forehead. The warm viscous result of Tim's climax dribbled onto the concrete, tapping as a puddle formed. While lost in the moment, Tim continued to thrust forcing the swollen head of his throbbing cock to squeeze down the smooth marble tunnel of Nate's waiting throat. Tim's pleasure filled the room like a symphony as he shot the very last drops into Nate's overflowing mouth. Tim bobbed a couple of times on Nate's petrified cock out of instinct.

With a sloppy pop Tim released Nate's stone penis from his mouth gripping it firmly as he looked downward still pumping his length in and out of Nate's open mouth. Tim alternated between fast and slow thrusts as he naturally slowed down savoring the smooth sensation of Nate's petrified tongue gliding over the ridges of his perfect cock. His cum served as the perfect lubricant. He paused to swirl the underside of his head across the roof of Nate's mouth and gently scraped against Nate's teeth. Dribbles of cum seeped out of Tim's slit as he felt a jolt of electricity travel down his spine, shivering from the sheer intensity of his orgasm. "Oh man, that was fucking intense..."

Spence cleared his throat catching Tim's attention. Realizing he wasn't alone Tim snapped to attention darting his eyes to the pale figure emerging from the darkness of the room. Still reeling from his crescendo Tim managed to speak through a heavy breath, "Let us go, man! We're not your toys..." Tim tried to race towards Spence but the shackles around his ankles jerked him back. "God dammit! What do you want, you can't keep us here. Someone will come looking for us!" struggling against his metal bonds which gave no slack.

Spence ignored Tim and simply smiled, reaching his bony toward his dick, stroking it to keep him hard, rubbing the swollen purple head. Tim winced as the overstimulation pained his throbbing meat. Protesting wouldn't work so he gritted his teeth in response. Spence grinned as he took in the sight of Tim's sweaty, trembling body "That's cute that you think someone is coming to save you. You two are indeed my sexy toys. Who's going to come looking for you? No one even knows that you're here." Spence held the remote up in front of Tim's face jingling it as if it were Christmas bells, taunting him. "Just the push of one button, and you're nothing but stone again." Spence gave a strong tug and pulled Tim closer by the girth of his dick squeezing it tightly. "You're mine, and I will keep you here for as long as I want to. Got it?"