Marcus
by stimle
Marcus was a very popular guy in the neighborhood. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, 6'2, 210, dark brown hair and brown eyes, his job doing construction kept him in great shape over the years when a lot of his high school buddies and gotten soft. But Marcus wasn't cocky about it. In fact, Marcus was one of the nicest guys around. A lot of the women in the neighborhood had their eyes on Marcus, but he was totally committed to his girlfriend. In fact, he and his fiancée were to be married in three months and he had recently bought an older house and had moved into it, spending the majority of his off-hours working to fix it up.
The women in the neighborhood weren't the only ones with their eyes on Marcus. Across the street and three houses down Greg Cross and his roommate Tom Potter also had their eyes on Marcus.
Two nights a week Marcus walked four blocks over to visit old Mrs. Johnston and bring her groceries. Mrs. Johnston was an elderly widow who was now homebound. But Marcus had known her since he was a child. In fact, he had lived next door to her while growing up and she was like a grandmother to him.
Greg and Tom knew that Marcus went to visit Mrs. Johnston twice a week and had formed a plan to snatch Marcus.
There were several abandoned buildings on the block where Mrs. Johnston lived and Greg and Tom had set up one of them as a lair where they planned to lure the unsuspecting stud.
Marcus was known in the neighborhood as a Good Samaritan and a sort of hero. He was always climbing some tree to rescue a cat or loosen some kid's kite, walking an older person across the street, or fixing anything that broke for his neighbors. The neighborhood kids called him Superman. Greg and Tom would play on that image.
It was a Friday night and Marcus had spent longer than he should have over at Mrs. Johnston's house. He was supposed to go into Philadelphia with his fiancée in the morning to take care of some wedding preparations. He was tired as he walked the few long blocks back home.
As he was passing one of the old empty houses he thought he saw flames through one of the windows. Without thinking twice, Marcus sprinted up the front walk and tried the door. It swung open and he burst inside. He could see flames flickering in his peripheral vision. They were coming from the back of the house. He quickly made his way through the house to the room where the fire was. He cocked his head to the side at what he saw. There was a trash barrel in the middle of the room with a fire burning in it.
"What the heck?" Marcus said out loud. "How did this get started?" It must've been started by some homeless person, but it wasn't cold outside, it was the middle of summer. He was about to turn to go find something to put out the fire when he was knocked to his hands and knees by a sharp blow to his back.
"Unnngghhh…" he groaned and he staggered to his feet. He shook his head to clear it and was just as he was about to turn around when a chloroform-soaked rag was clamped over his nose and mouth. A strong arm wrapped itself around his body, pinning his right arm to his side. He felt his legs being grabbed and suddenly he was lifted completely off the ground. He couldn't get any leverage. He was taken completely off guard and tried to cry out, but in taking in that first breath he instead inhaled chloroform. He tried to yell again but got more of the drugging vapors. He twisted his body to try and throw off his attackers. Little by little he felt his strength ebbing and he began to struggle less and less. He was on the verge of passing out when the rag was pulled back and he lowered to the ground. Marcus gulped fresh air into his lungs, but the drugging vapor had done its job. His head was spinning and he was so weak. He struggled to lift his head.
Tom and Greg watched as the helpless hero struggled to his hands and knees. They were both wearing masks and knew Marcus would never recognize them. Greg reached down and grabbed the collar of Marcus' t-shirt with both hands and, with one quick pull, ripped it down the middle and pulled it off, exposing their captive's broad, muscled back. He reached around to Marcus' chest and felt for his nipples. They became hard the instant Greg touched them. Greg gave them a little tweak.
"Unnhhhh… ooohhh…" Marcus moaned.
"Oh yeah," Tom said, nodding his head. "Fuckin' stud likes his tits played with!"
"Let's see what else he likes played with," Greg said, reaching down and patting Marcus' crotch through his Levis jeans. Against his will Marcus felt himself getting hard. "Yeah, the fucker's getting off on this!"
Tom reached into his pocket and pulled out two bottles of pills. He popped the top on one and shook a couple of pills into his palm. "Open wide, hero," he said, forcing Marcus' mouth open and wedging the pills inside. Before Marcus could react, Tom had a plastic water bottle to his lips and tilted it up. Except it wasn't filled with water. It was filled with a little coke and a whole lot of rum. Marcus gagged and sputtered as the liquid ran down his throat but Tom was there, firmly stroking his throat, helping him swallow it all down.
"Well, that takes care of the Viagra," Tom said, tossing aside the one pill bottle and flipping off the lid of the other. "Now the ruffie."
"Remember," Greg said, "just half a pill. We don't want Superman here passing out on us!" He laughed as he continued to play with the dazed stud's tits, flicking and twisting them. Marcus just continued to moan.
Tom bit a ruffie in half and shoved it in Marcus' mouth. He washed it down with another long swig of rum and coke. "This should take effect right with the Viagra… about twenty minutes."
"Well, until then, let's not waste any time," Greg said, lifting Marcus to his feet. Still drugged from the chloroform and rapidly feeling the effects of the combination of ruffie and alcohol, Marcus could only faintly resist.
"What's this, hero?" Tom said as he began to unbutton Marcus' Levis. The stud's crisp white briefs came into view. "Look Greg, we got us a fuckin' Boy Scout!"
"Hey, hero!" Greg said into Marcus' ear. "Didn't you know only little kids wear tighty whities nowadays?"
Tom pulled the jeans down to Marcus' ankles. His nice white briefs stood out nicely with his tanned skin. They were also bulging out, compliments of the Viagra and the titty torture.
"Ooohhh… this is nice!" Tom said, reaching into his gym bag. He pulled out a digital camera. "I gotta get some shots of this!"
Greg tugged and jerked on Marcus' hard dick through his briefs as Tom snapped away. "Nhhhmmmm…" he moaned. His hips began to thrust back and forth ever so slightly.
"Oh yeah," Greg cooed. "Superman's throwing a bone!"
Marcus was humiliated. He knew vaguely what was happening but was helpless to stop it. The chloroform was wearing off, but the ruffie cocktail was kicking in. He knew things were far from over."
END