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  Roped

  By Stephen Shypitka

  Smashwords Serialized Edition

  © 2021 Stephen Shypitka

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  Dedication

  For Farley Granger

  CONTENTS PART II

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  About The Author

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  Roped

  Chapter 3

  His hand on the faucet. Henri began to draw himself a bath.

  A sip then he placed the oversized goblet down.

  Pulling off his shirt. Revealing skin.

  Morgan stepping into the hallway. Alone. His own drink. He clenched. Uncertain.

  Henri kicking off his Versace shoes. His hands-on his belt. Unbuckling.

  “Oh Morgan? Come here, would you?” Henri called out.

  Morgan swallowing hard. Moving to the bathroom door. Meeting Henri's gaze.

  “There you are.” Henri with a weak smile. “Would you mind?” Pulling off his trousers. Followed slow his Calvin Kleins'. Off his long legs. Seductively.

  Steam rising over Morgan.

  Henri reached for the faucet turning the steaming hot water. Off. Stood facing Morgan giving him a full view. Frontal.

  Before dipping his big toe in.

  More steam passed over Morgan. This time leaving tiny beads of sweat forming on his face.

  “Parfait.” Henri cooed.

  Morgan watched intently Henri's naked form disappear under the water.

  Henri sighed deeply. Relaxing. Closing his eyes.

  Morgan was trembling.

  “Be a dear and close the door behind you would you please?” Henri instructed.

  Making Morgan tentative. He took a few steps back. And began closing the door. Separating them.

  Henri's eyes opened.

  “What are you doing?” Henri looked.

  Motioning Morgan forward with two fingers.

  Morgan's hand on the glass doorknob. Stopped.

  “You here with me? No? Leave the draft behind.”

  The door shut.

  It was just the two of them lost in the steam.

  Morgan wiping the nervous sweat from his lip.

  Henri his eyes. Knowingly.

  “I can't be smelling of fat and grease et poulet?”

  His voice raised an octave as he raised a body sponge.

  “Now come here and wash me clean.”

  ***

  At Gelsons

  the wide bright aisles were empty. No Dickie.

  ***

  While Morgan was washing Henri's back.

  “Watch the hair.” Henri reproved.

  Morgan continued. Sweating.

  “Very nice. Such strong hands.” Henri leant back.

  Morgan spied anxious.

  “Why Morgan? Are you working up a sweat?”

  All Morgan could do was shrug.

  “It's hot in here.”

  “Mais oui. Aren't you forgetting something?”

  Morgan looked.

  “The front of me. You can't leave me half undone.”

  Henri took hold of the sponge still in Morgan's hand. Placing both on his chest.

  Morgan began to wipe Henri's chest down.

  Their faces both dripping inches away.

  “A little lower. That's it. Go on.” Henri coaxed him. “Mettre à la mer.”

  Morgan's hand moving too slow for Henri.

  “Morgan, please.” Henri's hand grabbed the sponge once again moving Morgan's hand down under.

  “Descendre.”

  Until Morgan's hand was between Henri's legs.

  Henri grimaced in pleasure.

  “Très bien.” Henri groaned again.

  Morgan stopped.

  Making Henri’s eyes open.

  “No don't stop. In fact,” He moved Morgan's hand into place. “There. X marks the spot.” As if at a point of no return.

  Morgan's hand moved forward.

  Deeper underwater until he made contact into the softest insides of his mate. Making Henri cry out.

  Morgan gasped.

  Henri springs from the tub. Catching Morgan off guard.

  “Wasn't that fun? Dangerous fun?” Reaching for a towel. Snapping it back at Morgan. A quick couple of strokes to dry himself. He exited.

  Followed his voice.

  “Come along Morgan. And don't forget mon drink."

  ***

  Henri entered still naked holding his towel casually stopping in front of his dresser. Catching his look in the mirror. Vain.

  He posed in his bedroom as Morgan entered again.

  Before wiping himself off between his legs.

  “Drink?”

  Morgan went to hand it, but Henri merely extended his lips, making Morgan feed the wine to him.

  “Ah?” Morgan pulsed. “Are you going to be getting dressed anytime soon?”

  Henri shot him a look.

  “In a moment. On the dresser over there.”

  Morgan placed the drink down. Dutifully.

  Next to a little plastic packet.

  “Hand me”—

  Morgan went to hand him a towel.

  “Do I look like I need a towel? No there. The fairy dust”—

  Morgan back to the small packet. Nervous.

  “It's not going to bite. Unlike me.” Henri gibed. Showing his incisors.

  “But I've never”—

  “You've never, what?” Laughed. “Lived? Oh, dear boy, you've come to the right maison.”

  Morgan was back to looking unsure.

  “Pick it up and bring it over here to moi.”

  Morgan complied.

  “That's a good dog.”

  “Wuff wuff.”

  Morgan mocked.

  Henri took hold of the packet like it was a toy.

  “Watch and learn.”

  He opened it. Grabbing Morgan's hand hard upturning the soft side of his wrist. Placing a small line next to an artery that pumped Morgan’s heartbeat.

  Henri dropped down on his knees. Sniffing the line off Morgan's wrist. Feeling his excited pulse.

  Morgan was awkward.

  “You know I had a cousin who died from this shit?”

  “One bump is not going to kill you.” Henri looked up. “That would be too easy.” Henri stood. Holding up his own upturned wrist.

  He drizzled another line then held his wrist out.

  Morgan hesitated.

  Henri with a firm hand on Morgan's shoulder pushed him down to his knees.

  Henri held out his wrist up.

  “Feed. Just like how the vampires do.”

  Morgan sniffed. Taking the line. He looked up.

  Henri wiped Morgan's nose. Clean.

  “You are a quick study, Morgan. No?” Henri looked down at him. “Now take off your shoes.”

  “My shoes?”

  “Yes, you're treading on my carpet.”

  “My shoes are clean”—

  Henri cuffed him upside the head.

  Surprising Morgan.

  “What did I say?”

  Morgan tried to awkwardly take off his shoes when Henri pushed him to the bed. Morgan sitting managed to pull off the pair.

  “Look at your Japanese fe
et.” Henri giggled.

  “What's that supposed to mean?” Morgan sensitive.

  “Nothing.”

  He grabbed Morgan's foot. “There just shapely and?” Pulling off his athletic sock. “Do you mind?” Henri felt Morgan's feet. “You're ticklish?”

  Morgan squirmed a laugh. Followed,

  “A little.”

  Henri took the second sock off.

  “How sweet.”

  Morgan went to get up.

  “Ah-ah. Allow me.” Henri rubbed. Massaged them. “Yes, you see. You need to relax.”

  “Won't Dickie be coming back?” Morgan worried.

  “Por favor. What did I tell you before? Whose Lord and master?”

  Morgan went to get up.

  Henri pushed Morgan's chest down.

  “Now just lay back and enjoy my massage.”

  Henri continued to rub.

  “I'll let you in on a little secret. I sent Dickie away. And I haven't decided to let him come back.” Kissed Morgan’s toes. “Not yet anyway. You and I have business at hand. And God, you taste so sweet!” Henri squealed like a piglet.

  Morgan laughed.

  The sensation was too much.

  “What sort of business?” He tried to take his mind off it all, but the room was shifting.

  Henri smiled.

  “You shouldn't ask questions you don't know the answers too.”

  Back to sucking Morgan’s toes.

  “There? How's that? Not so bad, eh?” Henri giggled. “I can see Morgan you're starting to enjoy yourself. Ah! Not one word.” Henri climbed on top of him. Straddling Morgan.

  “Ah?”

  “Off with your shirt,” Henri ordered. “Or off with your head.”

  Henri helped Morgan pulling his futbol shirt over his head.

  “Careful with the buttons.” Morgan worried.

  “I'll buy you a new one.” Henri roughly tugged.

  Throwing it casually to the floor.

  Henri's fingers traced Morgan's thin lips, down off his chest, his shoulders and chest as if mapping him out. Heading down to his navel.

  “From here to eternity.”

  “I”— Morgan exasperated.

  “I want to play a game. Will help you me?” Henri’s head titled.

  “What are the rules?” Morgan wondered.

  “First, I need to know one thing. Are you going to be a good sport?”

  Morgan nodded.

  “Bon. We need some rope.” Henri said.

  “You can check my pockets.” Morgan chuckled. “I don't think I have any.”

  “Good boy. You see. You're having fun. I think the disco ball is beginning to spin.”

  ***

  Dickie stood there smoking coolly. His Cloves.

  Checking his Rolex Oyster.

  Across the street, a broken pharmacy light flickered and Dickie made his way.

  ***

  Walking down the aisle. His hands across pill bottles.

  Stopping at the box marked rat poison. It had caught his eye.

  “Just what the doctor ordered,” Dickie smirked.

  Exhaling smoke from his nostrils.

  ***

  Rope held in Henri's hand.

  Clean, white and fresh like it had never been used before.

  He slipped a noose through Morgan's wrist laying half-naked on the bed.

  “Ah? I'm not so sure about this?”

  “Sure you are Morgan.”

  Henri tied Morgan's first hand down. Hard. Making him wince.

  “Do you trust me?”

  Morgan shaking his head no.

  “Good. So indulge me. We can come up with a safe word if you like?”

  Morgan with an uncertain look.

  He was in uncharted waters as his second hand. Yielded.

  “What were you in the Navy? These are a little tight.”

  “Yes, the trusty bowline knot. I Googled. You're quite helpless. Now let's have a peek at the rest of you. Shall we?”

  “Ah?”

  “See what you've been hiding from the world.”

  Henri unbuckled Morgan's belt. Unzipping his fly.

  Slowly as if to please himself.

  “Okay, I'm really uncomfortable.”

  Henri didn’t answer. He merely pulled off Morgan’s trousers.

  “Nonsense. We're just getting to the best part.” Henri's hands carefully moved to Morgan's boxer briefs.

  Snapping the waistband with a smirk.

  Morgan looked.

  Henri began stripping him.

  “I think we should stop.” Morgan blushed.

  “You didn’t tell me what your safe word was?”

  Leaving Henri to strip Morgan bare.

  Holding up Morgan’s boxer briefs in a single fingertip back towards him. Like a trophy.

  “Oh, honey we're just getting started.”

  ***

  Chapter 4

  Dickie returned to the dining room under the petite chandelier.

  Pharmacy bag in tow.

  Spilling out the contents.

  Rat poison, a Mardi Gras mask.

  At the sideboard, he grabbed two snifters.

  Beginning to make Brandy Alexander’s.

  ***

  Henri had once again straddled Morgan.

  This time both were naked.

  Henri ground his body against the fleshiest part of Morgan.

  “Now let's take you to a shining place before bringing you back to this pit of despair.”

  Kissing him lower and lower.

  “Just so we're clear? What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?” Morgan groaned at Henri’s touch. “Right?” Morgan gasped.

  Henri looked up.

  “Shh,” He rebuked. “I'll never tell a soul.”

  ***

  Dickie was sipping his Brandy Alexander.

  Casually pouring rat poison in the other.

  Dickie raised the Mardi Gras mask to his face with a wicked grin.

  Hearing the sound of ecstasy emanating from Henri’s boudoir.

  Dickie tossed his drink back.

  “Sounds like my cue.” He loosened his proper striped tie. Improperly.

  ***

  Morgan flushed.

  With Henri atop riding him hard.

  Morgan tried to hold back a little longer. Instead, he came. Cursed.

  Henri looked. Laughing.

  “Yummy.”

  Dickie entered wearing nothing but his Mardi Gras mask.

  Morgan cursed louder.

  Seeing Dickie in all his glory.

  “Is this a private party or can anyone join in?”

  Henri in mock surprise.

  “Dickie you dog what are you doing here? You were supposed to wait for my text.”

  Henri with sweat hopped off Morgan.

  Joining Dickie by his side.

  “Untie me. Henri untie me.” Morgan struggled. “Don't leave me like this. Henri?”

  Dickie laughed.

  “Looks like little Morgan has got himself in quite a pickle.”

  “Well, not little.” Henri mused.

  “Yes, I see there.” Dickie’s eyebrows raised. “Another reason to hate him.”

  “Henri? What are you waiting for?” Morgan vexed.

  “Oh.” Dickie with his hand to his mouth in mock embarrassment watching Morgan’s body recoil. “Not anymore? How quickly passion fades.”

  “Henri! Henri! Untie me. This is not funny.”

  “Oh yes, it is,” Dickie assured.

  “Fuck you.” Morgan fired back.

  “No, oh no, dear friend. It is I who am going to do the fucking. And just so we’re clear then I'm going to strangle the life out of you.” Dickie moved in against Morgan.

  Henri raised his digital camera.

  “Say cheese little mouse.” He squealed.

  ***

  Underneath the skyline in the dining room, there was a scream heard from Morgan.

  ***

  Chapter 5


  Henri's iPhone flashed.

  Dickie flush with sweat returned to Henri’s side. His arm patting against Henri's shoulder whispering against Henri’s cheek.

  “Thanks for this old friend.” Grateful.

  “And..?” Henri was surprised.

  “And what?” Dickie looked.

  “You're not going to finish what you started? Vanquish him.” Henri instructed.

  “Vanquish him? Oh, he's downright vanquished. Look at him he's practically catatonic.”

  Morgan was laying on the bed.

  Eyes open. Breathing hard. Still roped.

  “We had a deal.” Henri’s eyes flared.

  "I know and it was a beautiful arrangement. Call it afterglow. Oh, I'm sorry Henri. That was just too fun. That alone has re-ignited my spark. I couldn't possibly do the old boy any harm now. No, I think watching him squirm and living on with his shame is, well, something far better than I ever could have hoped for. Thanks for that. Looks like Christmas came early this year. And you? Morgan? Thanks for being my all-time bitch sweetie." Dickie headed to the bedroom door.

  “Dickie! This is not over.” Henri insisted.

  Dickie turned with a leer.

  “I tell you what old boy. You find yourself up to it. There's a Brandy Alexander out there with his name on it. If you're up to it? You do the deed.” Dickie exited.

  Henri turned to face Morgan. Tears streaming down Morgan's face.

  “Henri? Why?”

  Henri's hands reached for the rope around Morgan's first wrist.

  “Pourquoi?” Morgan asked again.

  Henri was grabbing the packet of coke in a frenzy.

  “Oh please, Morgan. Por favor. Breathe.”

  He shoved another up Morgan's nose. “Now snort it. Do it!”

  Morgan complied.

  Henri followed quick with a bump of his own.

  “I didn't make you do anything you didn't want to do. Quit your whimpering and show me just what you're made of.” Untied Morgan's first wrist. “You want revenge?”

  Morgan's second arm fell free and limp. Morgan wiping his wrists followed by his tears.

  “Then take hold of it in your two bare hands and strangle the life out of the smug son-of-a-bitch.”