Jason and Amare 6

Stripped For Florida: Jason and Amare 6

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JASON AND AMARE

A Stripped For Florida story in eleven parts

Part 6

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Turn of Events

After some time Jason realized that the man was no longer stroking his dick. Instead his feet were being held gently and being rocked back and forth.

"Jason, you're covered in oil. A hot shower would be good before bed. When you're ready, let me know and I'll bring you a glass of water to drink and help you up. It is important to stay hydrated after a massage."

Jason lay there for a few more minutes and then moved to sit up. The man was there at once, holding him steady. After drinking down the water Jason felt more grounded. "That was incredible. Thank you. I've never had anything like that in my whole life."

The man smiled. "You are welcome. Come, the shower is this way." They walked the length of the carpeted room, into a large hallway and into a different bathroom than Jason had used before. "This is a big house. Do you live here all alone?" wondered Jason.

"Me and my guests. Tonight you are my guest," answered the older man. "Would you like to shower alone, or together?"

"You can shower with me," answered Jason, "we could wash one another's backs!" He thought of splashing in the river with Amaré, playing, splashing around, and washing the clay off one another before bedtime.

Jason reached up tentatively to soap the older man's bronzed chest, a few grey hairs sprinkled among the darker ones. The man reached across and soaped up Jason's skin, running his hands down the boy's body. He took soap and massaged the oil off of Jason's penis and balls, giving them extra attention.

They did not shower for too long before the older man stepped out of the water, turned it off and brought another large fluffy towel which he wrapped around Jason. "We're going to be in here tonight, Jason," spoke the man, leading him through a door. A large low bed filled a good part of the room. Candles burned on two small tables and a Japanese screen blocked one corner. There were no other furnishings. A bright white open-weave coverlet was folded over crisply, revealing copper coloured pillows and bedsheet. "Come, sweetness, we're going to sleep here tonight. As you can see the bed is quite big enough for two."

Jason sat on one side of the bed and watched as the man dried himself off with a towel, hung it over the Japanese screen and turned out the light. The candles burned next to the bed. The man sat down on the other side, swung his feet up. As he lay down he extended his arms to Jason. After a moment the boy rolled into the bed and allowed himself to be held in a close embrace. He felt the hairs on the man's chest, the warmth of his skin, the greater warmth of the man's penis against his own skin. The man rolled Jason over onto his belly and lightly tickled his back, moving his fingers down toward his buttocks. Jason felt the squeeze of warm liquid along the crack of his butt and fingers probing toward his anus. "This is the only part we didn't get to yet, tonight. Don't want you to go to sleep unsatisfied my beautiful boy, do we?"

Jason waited, unsure what was happening. He felt the probe of the man's finger against his anal opening and the hardness of the man's now erect penis alongside his flank. The man lifted himself up onto his arms and started to move his body over Jason, his penis lining up for Jason's opening.

"Sir," spoke Jason, "Sir, can we just sleep together? I've had a really big day and I think I need to rest now. It's been really wonderful, the food, the shower, the massage. You've been very kind . . ."

"You'll enjoy this a lot Jason. I won't take long and you'll sleep very soundly after you've come."

"I don't really need to come; I'm fine, really."

"You're very aroused, I can tell. This will only hurt for a minute. As soon as I'm inside you'll be amazed at how good it feels."

"No. I'm not ready for this. No. Can we just sleep?"

"I'll be inside you in a minute, Jason, lay still." demanded the man.

Jason rolled quickly to one side while he still could. Curled up tight he said, "I'm going to sleep. Good night."

"After all that you want to sleep?" asked the man, an edge to his voice.

"Yes, if that's alright?" responded the boy.

"Oh, its alright, but not here. I don't sleep with boys who don't deliver. I'm taking you back." The man held his voice back, but Jason thought he might as well be yelling.

"Back where?"

"Back where you came from. Whatever hell hole you crawled out of before you sneaked into the club. I have no idea." The man stood up abruptly, walked behind the screen and emerged tying a black robe around his waist. "You! This is your chance. Are we going to finish what we started here, what we celebrated this entire evening? Your gorgeous body, your amazing feet, creative hands, blossoming youth, pulsing penis -- are we celebrating that? Or are you ready to leave and be my guest no longer?"

Jason cowered, not answering, expecting any minute for the man to attack him physically and not just with words.

The man reached for him and yanked him up onto his feet. "You come with me," he ordered.

He marched Jason out of the room, down a hallway, through the kitchen and into the garage. He activated a button and the garage door started to open as he walked Jason to the other side of the car, opened the door and pushed him into the seat. As the door shut the seat belt closed around Jason. The man got in his side, switched on the lights and the car roared at high speed in reverse out of the garage. He lunged the car forward down the road and accelerated hard, hurtling way too fast around the curves of residential streets. At the gate the man impatiently punched in a code and gunned the engine while waiting. As soon as the gate was open wide enough he hit the gas and the car rocketed out onto the highway. Jason held onto the seat for dear life. He was sure the Lexus was going at least 120 miles per hour. His mind was gripped with fear as they hurtled into the darkness, making it hard for him to think about what he was going to do when dropped off in front of a nightclub hours after closing. Walk, I guess, if I can remember the way.

Suddenly the car veered to the side of the road and screeched to a halt. With the headlights beaming into the darkness and the engine running, the man got out, leaving his door open. He strode around the back of the car, yanked the passenger door open and waited ten seconds for the seatbelt to release. He grabbed Jason by the arm, jerked him in one motion out of the car and onto his feet. "You rotten, cock-teasing, son of a whore. I don't truck with your kind. Think you're so cool and young and sexy, all stripped and naked, think you can give any old man a ride for nothing! Don't ever let me see your face again or I won't be so kind on your ass next time." The man was still grasping Jason's arm, and now with an almost super strength he flung the boy nearly ten feet down the embankment at the side of the road. Jason hit the ground hard while thorns dug into his naked flesh.

He heard the slamming of two doors and the screech of tires on pavement and the flash of headlights as the car was whipped into a u-turn and roared away into the night.

Very carefully Jason extricated himself out of the brambles where he was caught. He stood up and checked each limb to make sure it wasn't broken. His side ached, but it was probably just bruised from the impact of being thrown. "What an asshole," he thought out loud. Jason staggered up to the road and looked in both directions. Straight as an arrow, the dark forms of trees and bushes lined both sides in the darkness, the road was as empty as can be. Not a light to be seen in either direction. Not sure at all what he was going to do he gave thought for the first time that day to Amaré and Uncle Jim. Where were they now? Looking for him? What had Amaré done on the beach all day without him? What had Uncle Jim done when he hadn't shown up at the meeting place? Oh, god, what had he done? They probably thought he was kidnapped, or injured, or . . . worse? He realized he had been kidnapped, in a manner of speaking, but he'd done it all willingly. For what? For the sexiness and adventure of it. Because he was starved for a certain kind of attention. Because he was an idiot.

At first Jason wasn't sure what sound he was hearing. Then he saw blinking lights in the sky and a searchlight beaming down. It was a helicopter! Were they looking for some kind of dangerous criminal? Oh, god, what was he doing out here in the middle of Florida with alligators, criminals, did they have bears? The helicopter continued moving over the roadway, the searchlight beaming down, shining back and forth across the road and into the bushes. Suddenly the light flicked across him, veered back and shone down. The rotors of the helicopter were loud now as it hovered directly overhead. Off in the distance Jason saw the flash of red and blue lights, advancing quickly down the highway. The spotlight continued to shine down, illuminating him in a pool of light. Now he could clearly see the headlamps and flashing rooftop lights of a police car.

The vehicle pulled over, the bright flashing lights hurting his eyes. Two cops stepped out. "Your name?"

"Jason."

"Check him out while I report to search and rescue," spoke one officer.

The second cop stepped over to Jason. "Just need to check your SFF chip, Jason." He placed an electronic instrument over the place behind Jason's left ear. "Jason Cassidy, he checks out," shouted the officer to his colleague.

"Search and Rescue, unit 401, missing person positive ID, in good health. Over."

"Yes, we'll bring him in. Communicating to next of kin. See y'all later. Over and out."

"Okay Jason, glad we found you -- a little tricky, but looks like you're all in one piece. You can tell us about it in the car." The officer opened the back door. Jason got in, fastened his seat belt himself, and looked through the grated barrier to the front of the squad car. "Your uncle is frantic, thinking you drowned in the Gulf, been killed, whatever. We're letting him know you're all right. Meanwhile you better tell us where you've been."

"But," stuttered Jason, "But, how did you find me way out here?"

"Better question is where've you been that we couldn't find you? Every Strip Chip can be tracked down by GPS anywhere in the state. We've been searching for you for hours, but until a short time ago the GPS on your chip came up missing. We need to know where you were because somebody's up to no good."

Jason explained his whole evening. How he'd gotten into a club underage by going with a group of boys through the back entrance. How the older man had taken him home. He told them a little about what they'd been doing, but not the whole story. He ended by saying that the man had promised to bring him back to town, but dropped him off here instead. The officers were not naive, however. "Pretty boy like you in a gay club. He was looking for sex. Were you?" inquired the first cop.

"I'm not sure. Maybe I was. But I changed my mind," admitted Jason.

"That didn't go over very well did it," putting the question forth as a statement. "You're lucky he didn't do more than throw you by the side of the road. Some of these guys beat kids like you up pretty bad. Sometimes they rape the boy first and then beat him up. He must have had something of a soft spot for you. Now, I'm going to ask some questions and we're going to have to drive a little out of the way before we can return you to the custody of your uncle. This is because men like this are dangerous. He's obviously rigged up his house to block the QS and SFF chip transmissions. That's illegal and hard enough to do that he must be a regular predator. I'm sure you don't know his name."

Jason shook his head.

"The boys never do. But if you can show us where you think you were, we'll just cruise by the residence and get you to give us a positive ID on the location. Then you can answer our questions to the best of your ability on his appearance, age, mannerisms and so on."

(The End)