Author's note: This story is about rape. It also includes elements of voyeurism and bondage. But primarily it's about non-consensual sex. Don't read this if that's not your thing.
***
Nate was nervous. He wondered for the thousandth time if he could do this in a letter, and knew he couldn't. If Alex reacted the way he hoped she would, she'd feel insulted that he hadn't been willing to tell him in person. If she reacted the way he feared she would, a letter would be physical proof that could be used against him. His fear of rejection was, he thought, likely irrational. That didn't make it go away.
"So what's going on?" asked Alex. "You don't usually schedule an appointment before you come over."
"I wanted to be sure you'd be free, and alone."
"Well, here I am, free and alone as ever."
"Alex, I, I need to tell you something."
Alex looked at him, her eyes filled with concern. "Is something wrong?"
"No, yes, well..." Nate shut his mouth, gulped, and forced the words out. "I'm gay."
"Obviously," her tone was matter-of-fact, as if what he'd said hadn't been a bombshell, hadn't been the hardest words he'd said in his life.
Alex saw the look on his face, a mixture of relief and shock, and hugged him. "Nate, I've always known."
"How? I only worked it out a few months ago."
"You may have only worked it out a few months ago, but you've been ogling hot boys for years. I've seen the way you get around a really hot guy. You can't make eye contact with them, but you keep looking at them out of the corner of your eyes. Oh, and you've never once tried to fuck me."
Nate flushed. Then Alex made it even worse.
"If you had, I'd probably have said yes."
Nate spent a minute trying to speak, trying to work out how to react to this. Finally, he settled on"I didn't think I was your type."
She laughed. "Oh, you're not. But I wouldn't have minded; it'd just be a small favor for a huge friend."
"But you're not..."
"In love with you? Jesus, no. If we fucked it would be strictly platonic."
The juxtaposition of "fucked" and "platonic" made Nate start to giggle. It was less out of humor and more out of relief, but he couldn't help himself. He laughed and laughed.
Alex giggled too, glad her friend was finally starting to relax. Now that Nate had finally come out to her she could ask him a question she'd had for over a year. But it might be best to wait till he was a bit calmer, she thought. No need to rush things.
"Why don't we have a night in?" she suggested. "George won't be here until tomorrow morning at the earliest and we could order a pizza, play some games, get you re-oriented. I get that this was a big deal for you, even if it wasn't for me. You need some R&R."
***
A few hours, beers, and games later they were relaxing on the couch. Nate was back to his more usual self, no longer nervous. It was time for Alex to ask her question. "So, do you want to fuck George?"
Nate was taken aback. "Do I want to fuck your boyfriend? I would never do that to you."
"Don't think of him as my boyfriend then, think of him as just another person. Would you want to fuck him?"
"I mean, yeah, obviously."
"I wouldn't mind if you did. Fuck him, I mean."
Nate's head was once again whirling."You, Alexandra Marie-Claire Schausten, wouldn't mind if I had sex with your boyfriend."
"It'd be hot. And I'd specifically want you to fuck him. I mean, other stuff would be fine, but it's the fucking that I'm really after."
"And you think he'd agree to it?"
Alex swallowed. This was the hard part, her own moment of vulnerability. And unlike Nate's, her fear of rejection was very realistic. Neither of them were exactly strangers to illegal activity, but for the most part it had been theft and vandalism, nothing that a hefty bribe from one of their families couldn't cover up. What she was about to suggest... well, if they got caught they probably still wouldn't actually suffer any consequences, but there'd certainly be a risk. And Nate might actually just be horrified by her idea; might think she was a freak for wanting what she did.
"No, you'd have to rape him."
Nate looked at Alex. "Why on earth would you want your boyfriend to get raped?"
His first reaction to the idea wasn't visceral horror, she noted. He looked shocked, yes, but he wasn't furious with her for the suggestion; he wasn't saying she was a sick pervert.
Alex shrugged. "I was planning on breaking up with him soon anyway. We might as well get some use out of him before I ditch him."
Nate's head was spinning. Nothing today was going as anticipated. His giant revelation to Alex had been something she'd already known. Then she'd said she'd be okay with her boyfriend having sex with him. Then she clarified that by "sex" she meant "rape." Her cavalier attitude towards George wasn't exactly a surprise; for Alex, dating had almost always been a means to an end; her jealousy primarily a means of keeping her boyfriends in check. In the case of George, he knew that end had fizzled out; his father had lost his position as a US Senator after a series of scandals that would almost certainly prevent George from having a career in politics as well.
Alex's idea had been unexpected, but Nate had to admit it was also intriguing. George was certainly hot. The possibilities of what he could do to that body if he had full, unfettered access to it were arousing. Taking the arrogant upstart down a few pegs would be satisfying, too. "Let's do it."
***
A few days later Alex and George were at her father's hunting lodge. She had told him it was for a romantic getaway; they hadn't had a lot of time just to themselves in months and it would be nice to get away from the pressures of classwork for a time. She had kept her cool on the drive to the lodge, but it was becoming harder and harder to act normal now that they were here.
"Are you okay, babe?" asked George.
"Hm?"
"You seem distracted."
"I'm sorry, I really am paying attention."
"Good, because this is important."
It was. George had spent the last few days preparing for this. It had been a relief when Alex had suggested spending time at the lodge; it was both private and romantic, perfect for what he had in mind. He just hoped he got this right. Well, there was no time like the present. He stood up, walked over to Alex, knelt, and held up the box.
"Alex, will you marry me?"
Alex was delighted. This was going far better than she had hoped. She saw the look in George's face; it was a look of hope and love unalloyed by any greed or ulterior motive. It was a look of absolute, implicit trust. It was a look that said that tonight she was going to get to crush his soul.
She hoped he saw delight in her eyes and not sadistic thrill of pleasure she was also feeling. "Oh, George," she said, plucking the box from his hand. "I would love to marry you. I have some champaign, let's celebrate."
In the pantry, Alex took a moment to look over the ring. It was high quality, custom-made. Both the diamonds and craftsmanship would have taken serious money. She hoped George had gone into debt to buy it. She also hoped it would fit on one of Nate's fingers; she'd make sure George saw it before he was fucked.
She came back with two flutes of champaign -- the real stuff, from the French province -- and handed one to George. "To us," she said. They clinked glasses and drank. George was unconscious a few minutes later.
***
George was disoriented when he woke up. He was lying on his back, blindfolded, his legs held above his head by something, his arms secured against his body. He tried to speak, only to discover he was also gagged.
Alex and Nate looked hungrily at George. Alex, of course, had seen his naked body many times before, but it was always a treat. George was lean with a swimmer's build; because he was a swimmer he was also completely hairless except on the top of his head. She had convinced him ages ago that the hairless look was not complemented by having hair under his speedo, so that was shaved, too.
Seeing him trussed up like this, ready to be fucked, made it even better. Alex had never done bondage with George, he was far too vanilla, and it was nice to know she still had her old skill at it. The only question now was, how to begin?
Originally the plan had been to leave him blindfolded the whole time. Oh, he'd know it was Nate fucking him and that Alex was watching, but he wouldn't get to see it. He'd be terrified the whole time, not knowing what might happen to him next. But he'd given her the ring and it fit, albeit imperfectly, on Nate's finger. She wanted George to see that. Now that Nate was naked, she realized she also wanted George to see Nate's cock. She had seen Nate naked before, but never erect. His cock was a monster, long with serious girth, she knew it would terrify George. It was also bigger, a lot bigger, than George's, and she wanted to point that out.
By the time this was over, George's mind would be far more fucked than his body. Even if he swallowed what little pride he would have left and reported what had been done to him, his story would likely come across as the ravings of a madman. She rubbed her crotch through her pants thinking about the psychological damage she and Nate were about to inflict.
