“Like roofies?” he asked.
“Yeah, something like that.” I replied.
Jake said “naw” you don’t want those.” “They are way to strong and the person stays out for ever and wakes up sick. They know you slipped them something.”
“I’ve got better” he said, “Dexelane gas.”
“Huh,” I said.
“Dentist stuff! You know, like laughing gas. Same type thing. You give a person a minute or two dose of this stuff and they pass out for maybe an hour. They wake up not remembering a damn thing, you just tell them they dozed off for a bit. Great stuff. I’ve used it several times myself.”
“So where do I get this gas and how much?” I asked.
“From Me,” Jake said. “The price is a little steep but a small tank goes a long way.”
“For you buddy, two hundred bucks and I’ll throw in the mask and flow meter.”
I told him I was interested and he said he would contact his source and let me know when.
The next time I met up with Ryan I gave him the news. We were covered. I spent some time searching the internet and found that this “Dexelane” stuff was legit. Safe and effectively it would knock out anyone within a minute and they would be out maybe forty- five minutes to an hour.
Jake called me a week later and said he had the merchandise. I stopped by and picked up the kit. He wished me well with whatever I had planned.
One evening near the end of the month, Ryan stopped by and we kind of went over our plan. The apartment would be available very shortly. We had picked out our first “volunteer”. That saucy redhead had really caught my fancy. Ryan agreed, he said her name was Holly. She was a sure bet. She really had the “hots” for him and would fuck at the drop of a dime.
I told Ryan we really needed to test out the gas to make sure it really worked. Our plan was for Ryan to get her high on weed then get her to put on the gas mask. We needed to know if she would remember anything at all and test just how long she would stay under.
I suggested that he would be the best test subject. I would put him out at my place and time his wake-up. He would see if he could recall anything from the experience. I guess he trusted me enough to do this. Besides he was closer in size and weight to the girl than I was.
The gas was in a small bottle about the size of a standard propane canister. The mask resembled the ones they show you at “take-off” on airplanes. Ryan lay down on the couch at my place and I gave him the mask and turned on the flow. Within a minute or two at the most, he was out like a light. I kept close watch on the time and monitored his breathing. He looked like he had just zonked out for a nap. I put the mask and gas away and waited to see how long he would be out.
I called his name a couple times at first to check. He seemed to be fast asleep. I wondered just how deeply. I needed to run some tests to check on what it might take to wake him. I pulled on his one arm trying to drag him off the couch. By now he was limp as a rag. I grabbed his arm and pulled him upright and noticed drool coming from his mouth. His head slumped forward almost lifeless. I figured I pick him up and carry him around a bit and see if he had any response. It was a tussle, but I got him onto my shoulder and carried him around my apartment, first into the kitchen and then through the bedroom and back to the living room.
I laid him back down on the couch facing the other direction. I called his name and lightly slapped about on his face. No response. I tried to tickle him by pinching his side, again nothing. The gas was working as advertised. I pulled him into a position on his side and let him alone for a while. I went and got a beer and turned on the TV. Soon it had been almost a half hour. The only sound out of him was his heavy breathing. I tickled his nose once or twice and didn’t even get a twitch. For some reason I pushed my finger into his mouth and touched his tongue. He offered no resistance to anything I was doing. I finished my beer and checked my watch it was almost forty minutes into this. I slapped him a couple more times and shook him by the shoulder again. I put my head near his and could still hear his breathing. I left him alone for about maybe ten minutes, then I checked on him again. He was still resting. Nearing the one hour mark I was starting to worry a little. Did I administer too much. It took another ten minutes before he started to moan. I looked over and he was starting to come around. I gave him a little more time and started to call his name. His arm came up and he wiped the drool from his face and looked at me sort of puzzled.
“Have a nice nap.” I asked.
He still seemed puzzled as he tried to sit up. He breathed deeply and let out a large yawn.
“What happened?” he asked.
“You tell me, bud.”
He sat-up some and seemed to be trying to piece together what had happened.
“Remember anything?” I asked.
“Naw, I remember walking over here and then it’s fuzzy after that.
“Success!” I exclaimed.
Ryan still seemed out of “It” so I offered him a beer and he slowly seemed to return to normal.
The apartment in G building finally became available. I had been given the list of repairs which included painting and new window fixtures throughout. Then the rugs would be cleaned. As of yet no one had expressed an interest in moving in.
I never figured out where Ryan had been taking girls these last few weeks. I knew better than to think he had stopped since the incident at his home.
Ryan stopped at my apartment before work on the first day. He and I did a walk thru on the apartment in G building. The place was a carbon copy of most. The tenant had not taken everything with them. Normally they leave only the broken stuff behind. There was a small dresser and a busted loveseat in the living area. Old expired food was still in the kitchen cabinets. People are such pigs. I guess I am supposed to be their mother and clean their shit up after them.
Ryan walked over to the loveseat and shook it. The one leg was busted and the fabric worn badly. I asked him what it would take to make it solid again.
“Maybe a couple bricks,” he laughed.
We were both on the same page with where we would stage our first video.
“We’ll bring some back after lunch.” I said.
We shifted gears and got to real work in the kitchen. Ryan brought up a trash container and we both began unloading everything in the cabinets. Old shelf paper was peeled off and counters wiped down. The slobs living there had never cleaned a window before. Grease from cooking covered most surfaces. We labored all morning on the place. By noon at least the kitchen and bathroom areas were clean.
Repainting would happen after all the rooms were cleaned. We broke for lunch. On the way back we stopped by my apartment. I wanted to go over our plan one last time. I still had my camera batteries on the charger and I wanted everything to go just right. Ryan had brought over a school backpack. He stuffed the sleeping gas and mask into it. I had trained him on exactly how to operate the tank. Two minutes on the gas was enough. I made sure he had a working watch with him.
After we finished for the day, I would leave. Ryan would have my key and be able to let himself back into the apartment. I had given him a couple joints of pot and he was to get Holly stoned first. I cautioned him about smoking any pot himself. We needed to be clear thinking during all this. Don’t inhale I said.
The complex manager always left at three. Ryan knew her car by now. He was only to enter the apartment after she had left for the day. Once he had Holly inside and had her wasted. He was to get her to try the gas. Once she was out he was to close the window shade in the back bedroom. That would be the signal for me to show up. If there was a problem like she wouldn’t cooperate, the plan was off. He could do whatever he needed to do. I’d bring my camera when I got the signal and then the fun would start.
On the way back to the apartment we did pick up some bricks and a large sofa cover. I didn’t want something as simple as a dirty couch to throw off our plan.
The afternoon drug by, I think both of us were sort of nervous, yet very excited. Ryan made the comment about not having any sex for at least a couple days. He said he was saving up for today. I didn’t have the nerve to tell him I had never gotten any pussy at all. I had been saving up my entire life. By two-thirty my balls were starting to consume my every thought. In less than a couple hours I might actually have my cock buried up in a warm cunt.
I left the apartment around two-forty five. The complex manager wanted an update on how things were going. I stopped by her office and gave her the usual bullshit tie-in. She was really only wanting to know that the appliances were still there and in working order. That would be their big cash outlay if those needed replacement or had been taken by the tenant. I headed back to my place and waited anxiously. Ryan still had to get home clean-up, find Holly and convince her to go back to the apartment with him.
I decided to shower and clean up too. I unplugged my camera and put it in a plastic five gallon bucket. I threw in a dark blanket and some clean-up rags. I was trying to think ahead and have something to clean up the girl afterwards with. All I could think of was window cleaner. I had bought some KY lube stuff in a tube. I hoped I had thought of everything. I put a couple tools on top for show. I sat back and waited. Time crept by. We had figured about four o’clock to have Holly there, and things would happen after that.
My mind was rehearsing over and over the pleasure I was about to indulge in. My anticipation was overwhelming. I had always wondered what it would be like to be buried balls deep in a female cunt, to feel the sensations of warmth and her texture. I had never drawn my hands over a female breast or even tweaked a nipple. This was going to be my time.
I couldn’t wait until four and left early. I took my truck around back of the G building and pretended to be checking out some exterior fencing. The shade was still up. I checked my watch and it was ten to four. I walked around trying to not look too suspicious. Four O’clock went by then, four-ten. I got back in the truck and adjusted the mirror to monitor the window. At four-twenty I was beginning to think something had gone wrong. I was distracted for a moment then looked back and damn if the shade wasn’t down. Bingo! I said to myself. I hopped out of the truck carrying my bucket with the camera and supplies hidden inside. My throat was dry as hell. I thought now I should have brought some water. My knees were so weak I almost stumbled on the steps going up to the second floor. I was hoping like hell I wouldn’t run into any tenants. As I approached the apartment door I saw it was closed. I tried the knob it was still locked. I knocked lightly. I waited and waited. Finally the lock clicked and the door cracked open. Ryan had a grin on his face. He held up a palm for a high five greeting. I slipped in and quietly locked and dead bolted the door from inside.
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