Jason did not like the look of the two very large men who had cornered him in his own apartment. Their biceps were each about the size of his head. They both had on white button down shirts and white slacks. The smaller one smiled a lot.
"Mr. Gent we need to take you somewhere," the larger one declared.
"Why?" The fight with his less then sane girlfriend had left him a little paranoid, even though he did lover her. The phone messages threatening his life hadn't helped matters.
"If you just stay nice and calm about it--"
Jason ran for the bedroom. He was half way out the window to the fire escape when they grabbed him and pined him to the ground. "Let me go!"
"Sorry Mr. Gent but we have to do our job. We have to be sure you won't be a danger to yourself."
"What?" The larger of the men got off him. Jason tried to get up, but one was more than sufficient to keep him down. He couldn't see what the other one was doing, but it couldn't be good. Jason had the distinct feeling the Mr. Universe holding him down was getting more out of it than exercise. He kept grinning down at him, and made some movements that were not necessary. Jason tried to ignore the fact that he kind of liked it. The other monster came back, cleaned a spot on Jason's arm and injected him with something. Jason then felt the overwhelming need for a nap.
Mark and Stephan threw unconscious Jason on the bed. "Here he is. You've got a weird way of making up with your boyfriends Mag." Stephan rubbed the back of his neck. "We scared the shit out of him. He might just be mad at you no matter what."
"I don't think that will be a problem. Would you put him in the restraints please?" Maggie bit her lip. The boys obeyed, putting the cuffs on Jason's wrists and ankles, then connecting them to the bed frame with belts. Maggie snapped the blue rubber gloves in her hand and watched her two hulky friend strap down her boyfriend. This was going to be good, even if he was still mad at her.
"I'm going. I don't think I want to watch this." Stephan tried to smile. "You coming Mark?"
"Think I'll stay here for a while." He smiled at Maggie.
Stephan shook his head. "He'll wake up in twenty minutes or so," he didn't look back as he left the three of them in a padded room of Maggie's basement apartment.
"How'd you get that stiff to help?" Mark put an arm around Maggie and joined her in watching Jason breath.
"I begged him. And I paid him fifty bucks."
"Really? What do I get?"
"Your a volunteer, you work for free." Maggie walked away from his arm and adjusted the positions of the toys on the table.
"Nothing's free." He stepping up behind her and started massaging her outer thighs through the jeans.
Maggie rolled her eyes. "I think Jason's closer to your type than I am."
"I do like the boys better." Mark moved his hands up and cupped her breasts through the black T-shirt. "But girls do have their uses."
She squirmed, he was good with his hands. "I don't know if Jason'll go in for that kinda thing." She grabbed his butt an pulled him in closer.
Mark smirked and grinded into Maggie a little. "All I want, is to watch. And if he wants to do more. . . ." He walked away from her and stood over Jason. "That's fine too. This is the one who can do back bends isn't it?" He ran a hand through Jason's black spiky hair.
Maggie nodded. "I just wish he'd wake up."
Jason lifted his eyelids with effort. He was hoping he'd still be on the floor of his apartment; that'd he'd slipped, hit his head, and had a trauma induced hallucination. No such luck. The smaller of the two guys was standing over him with his shirt off. He recognized the blonde hair and the huge arms.
"Good morning Jason. I'm Mark. You've been brought here for your safety," Mark coughed trying to keep the laugh down, "and you are to be kept under constant supervision."
"Let me go! Let me the fuck go!" Jason struggled against the restraints but only managed to lift his torso. He heard Mark giggle and watched him sit in a chair next to the bed.
"Calm down, hun."
"Maggie?" Jason stared at his girlfriend standing on the other side of the bed. He was still scared, and still angry, but he couldn't keep from staring at her body. She almost never wore a bra and her nipples always showed. "What's going on?"
"You remember the fight we had?"
"Yes."