The next phase was going to be the most difficult step, trying to include myself and use his skill and talent at getting bitches to fuck. I had to come up with a way to make him suggest the idea to me. Otherwise he might freak-out and he would realize what a pervert I was.
I had never really contemplated exactly how I would accomplish this. I was kind of stuck as how to proceed. Just when I was thinking “life’s a bitch” she threw me a bone. It is somewhat poetic justice but just sometimes, the cunts of the world get just what they deserve.
Ryan stopped by one evening. I could tell he was really upset. He and his mother had gotten into a major row over a girl. Our complex was fully occupied at the moment and I guess he had no other option than to take a girl to his house. Major mistake! Mom came home and caught them fucking. It was a disaster. Mom screamed, he shouted and the girl left hysterical.
I could hardly contain my jubilation. I pretended to be sympathetic and offered Ryan a beer. The more we drank the more he opened up about his hatred for all women and the lust he was feeling. I let him vent his anger. I tried to agree, telling him how unfair the difference between sex drives in men and women were. I mentioned my need to cruise the internet for porn sometimes. (really, always). I said it wasn’t right that women always controlled our access to sex.
Of course he was randy as hell from having been interrupted fucking. I logged on my computer to a couple of my favorite fuck sites. I knew where there was some pretty strong bondage, humiliation type stuff.
I knew he was in rage against women at that point. Especially against his mother for being such a controlling bitch. I also knew of his raging hormones at that age. It didn’t take but a minute to find and bring up several video scenes of women being tied up and raped. He ate it up. He kept asking to see more. He said he knew these sites were out there, but had never the opportunity to check them out.
“I always thought you had to pay to see these?” He said.
“Naw, there’s lots of free ones.” I said.
Eventually, he was the one picking out what to look at next. I don’t think he had ever had free range to delve into his strongest urges. Gangbangs and cumshots, all aimed at debasing women flowed continuously. He suggested that seeing girls abused like this turned him on. I agreed and played along. One site had a scene where a dozen guys were standing around a girl writhing on the floor. Each guy was jacking themselves to an orgasm and spraying their “cum” all over the wiggling bitch. I wasn’t sure just how much more of this I could take myself.
Ryan finally stood up clenching his fist in anger. He said he wished he had a stupid bitch here right now to jack-off on. He grabbed at his stiffened crotch stepped back away from the computer to an open spot and mocked a jacking motion. I was jokingly egging him on. I pulled open a drawer near the desk and took out my Cannon camera.
“This thing takes video in High Definition.” I said.
“You bag ‘em. I’ll tag ‘em, huh kid.
We pretended to play out this mock attack with all our rage at the surface. He acted as if there was a girl lying before him and he stroked at an imaginary cock. I pretended to be the cameraman and swept across the imaginary girl and his cock as it unloaded on her helpless body.
“Take that you bitch,” he repeated again and again.
“Ugg, Ugg, he mocked as his imaginary orgasm launched spurt after spurt of jizz down onto her.
I followed his lead, and gave a play by play description of how she was being showered in jizz.
As he pretended to finish, I handed him the camera and we reversed roles.
“Take all of this too.”I mockingly gestured.
“Watch me drown this slut in cum.” I cried.
Ryan held the camera and panned up and down the same spot and in turn called out the action in his own words.
I pretended to hose our victim with my copious load. I wanted to unload a lifetime of stored-up jism over her.
Ryan and I “high-fived” each other as a finale. We both had a good laugh and popped another beer. Things settled down some. Ryan actually seemed calmer having released his anger on our imaginary victim.
I didn’t see Ryan until Monday morning. When he showed up for work he said things were very tense at home yet. Basically he and his mom weren’t talking yet. We had some outside painting to do and got to work early to avoid the heat of the day. I wasn’t going to bring up our evening at my place unless he did. He was unusually quiet. I thought maybe his home problems were still on his mind. I was ok with little conversation, if that was what he wanted.
Maybe an hour had gone by when suddenly he pipes up about a couple of the girls he had had sex with. I knew about the saucy redhead and really all the others too. But I let him direct the conversation. He said he really just was using them for his needs. He liked them of course, but it was the sex he really needed. He brought up the other night. The web sites, the gangbangs, the videos. They interested him. He asked me about my camera. Did it really take video too?
“Full zoom and 18 megapixel clarity” I said.
“Video playback in1080p” I quipped nonchalantly.
I could tell the wheels were turning in his head. He said nothing for several minutes. I let it simmer.
“Have you ever filmed a girl getting fucked?” he asks out of the blue.
“Uh, No, not exactly.” I said.
I asked Ryan if he could keep a secret.
“Sure,” he said.
“I do have footage of one woman in our complex undressing in her room.” I laughed nervously.
“This one babe in the complex used to leave her window shades open at night.” I said.
“One evening I got on the roof of the building across from hers and got a zoomed-in shot of her undressing and going into the shower. “
“Who was she?” Ryan asked.
“Jill Singlelton.” I whispered looking around.
“No shit,” cried Ryan, “I got a blow-job from her once.” he laughed.
I had to catch myself before I let it slip that I already knew. I was thinking to myself “Yeah and I have a video of that too.”
We finished painting the enclosed porch and packed up the supplies and broke for lunch. I asked Ryan where he wanted to go for lunch. He always wanted a fast food place nearby but today for some reason he asked if we could pick up something and go by my place to eat.
I was sort of puzzled as to why the unusual request, but I figured he had a reason.
We went through the drive thru, and more even more unusual Ryan offered to pop for lunch. I didn’t argue and we drove back to my place to eat it.
I went and washed up and he did the same. Back at the table I began eating my fries. After adding ketchup I looked over at him. He hadn’t said a word since we left the fast food joint.
He was looking at me kinda funny so I said, “What, I got ketchup on my face?”
He didn’t crack a smile. Instead he started talking about what had happened the other night here with the camera and pretending to film some girl.
“Yeah,” I said,”I thought it was mostly the beer talking.”
Ryan blurts out that he wants to do it for real.
“Huh, “I pretended to be mildly shocked.
“Yeah I want to film a girl getting banged and jizz covered.” He says.
“Anyone we know in particular,” I asked, trying not to sound too serious.
“I could get any of several girls here” he says.
In my mind the jackpot light lit up. “Bingo!” I said to myself.
“Here at my place?” I questioned innocently.
Ryan said he could probably get a girl to anyplace he wanted. I was pretending to go along slowly and let him take the lead in setting this up. Apparently he had been mulling over the idea for several days. I was interested in his plan and told him so. But I wasn’t keen on having girls filmed in my flat. I knew if any of this got out I’d be in big trouble.
“You know at the end of this month we will have a vacancy in G building”. The husband in fourteen got transferred.” I suggested.
I pretended to plant the idea of taking girls to a vacant apartment instead of my place. Ryan acted like he had never thought of that and agreed that would be better.
“How would you film them?” I asked.
“Don’t know.” Hadn’t given that much thought,
“Look I said we can’t depend on some tart keeping her mouth shut about this.”
Ryan agreed.
He then suggested, he heard of “roofies”
I feigned no understanding and let Ryan go on to describe what he had heard about a date rape drug that could be slipped to a girl, knocking her out.
We could drug her and then take advantage of the time she slept it off.
I asked if he had any source for something like this.
“Not really.” was his reply.
I finally figured he had lead enough and so I offered up the possibility of maybe someone that I get my dope from could help us. Ryan seemed please that I was willing to help him out with “his” plan. I told him I’d check around and see if there was a way to knock out person for a while.
“But I had some stipulations on all this.” I told him.
I will get in the most trouble if this ever gets found out, “I said.
“I have to have some protection against something going wrong.”
“Yes I’ll do this with you,” I said. “If you can come up with the “babes,” but I have to keep the only copies of the videos we make. I won’t have copies shared around and end up in the hands of the authorities and me being carted off to jail.” I said
“We will work together on this”, and of course I’d get to fuck some of the sluts too.
Ryan agreed and seemed pleased that we were in this together.
I promised to get back with him on the drug thing.
Bam! I thought to myself. Maybe there is justice in this world. If all went well I would be getting some sweet young tang and have some high-quality footage as proof of my conquests.
A guy named Jake was my dope supplier. He and I had known each other since high school. He didn’t live that far away so I set up a buy for my usual stuff. When I got to his place I purchased my usual amount. I started hinting that I wished for something more. This was highly unusual for me, and I was unsure exactly how to ask for it. Jake finally grew impatient and asked me straight out what I wanted to do. As innocently as I could phrase it I told him I’d like to put someone out for just a while. Did he have anything that would do that?
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