(Jason's POV)
Watching the gaping asshole of this clerk close and his dick soften, reality returned through the post orgasm haze. I had just committed a very serious, very real crime. A crime that could land me in prison right next to my brother. I thought of my parents, of what they would think when they found out I assaulted someone 10 years younger than me. When they found out that despite their best efforts, they had raised not one, but two monsters.
I couldn't let that happen.
Unsure of what to do, I began with the simple stuff. Did someone notice? Leaving the dazed, moaning clerk behind in the shower, I grabbed a towel to cover myself and poked my head out of the bathroom. Straining my hearing, I felt relief when only silence met me. Taking a step out, I walked into the store with only a towel covering me as I looked for Yoga-pants. Taking a few wet steps, I looked into the back office and saw her sleeping, her head in her arms.
Good thing for me she was listening to her music, a stroke of misfortune for the clerk whose ass I had just finished widening.
Next step, I returned to the shower. Seeing that the kid was dazed out, I began cleaning up. I started with the excess cum that he had let out, before cleaning him next. Sitting him up against the wall, I hoped that the upright position would allow my spunk to drain out. Getting both of us as clean as possible, I dried myself before grabbing a new towel to dry him.
As I dried his hair, I ruffled it with the towel until the towel became wet. Removing the cloth, I stared at his face for a minute. Even if I completely cleaned him up, he could still report what I had done to him. Even if I dressed him in his clothes and sat him on one of the back chairs, it wouldn't erase what I had done. Staring at him longer, I felt my head go completely blank as I leaned in and kissed him deeply.
I was met with a slight moan and eagerly parted lips as I made out with him. Sucking on his tongue, A jolt of pain came from my groin as I started getting hard again. I cut off the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between the two of us. The clerk moaned more, his eyes never fully opening. Holding his naked body, I saw his own erection returning as well. I knew that this was just a natural reaction and that he wasn't acting normally. I remembered his struggles at the beginning. Once he woke up fully, he wouldn't be so eager to kiss.
I couldn't let him tell anyone. Idly rubbing his body, I pondered my next move. The evidence was cleaned up, I didn't see any cameras in or outside of the building. Yoga-pants was blissfully unaware of the orgasmic journey her co-worker had just undertaken. The only issue was the kid blabbing later. I could just bolt, but he said he saw me cleaning the truck. Which means he saw the logo on the side, advertising the company that I worked for. One phone call and I was on the run.
I pulled at his nipple, getting a weak protest in return. His dick was back at full length, throbbing enthusiastically. Despite everything, I didn't want to disappoint my parents anymore. They could never learn of what happened, but how to accomplish this? For a brief moment, I remembered the revolver in my truck.
As suddenly as the thought came, I got rid of it. This kid did nothing wrong, and I wouldn't cross that line no matter what. Thinking about that line, I realized how close I already got to it. If first degree sexual assault was on the menu, what else was?
Blackmail was my first thought, but I quickly got rid of it. Someone stretching my rump and taking pictures wouldn't stop me for a second in reporting them, or more likely, taking revenge myself. As I stared at his beautiful face, the thought suddenly hit me.
Kidnapping.
It wasn't ideal, and I still had to think of a permanent solution. However, it would give me the time to think up something better. Kissing the clerk again, I lowered his head to the ground. Turning to the clothes that I gleefully ripped off, I searched through his pockets. I found a wallet and a set of keys. Luckily, the keys were just house keys, meaning that he likely walked to work. Not having to worry about hiding his car, I searched through his phone.
I thanked whatever god was above for how water proof modern phones were as I turned the device on and saw that it was working. However, I was met with a passcode screen. Cursing, I tapped on the back up unlock button and saw that it was a finger print scanner. Returning to the clerk, I grabbed his smooth, slender hands and began to scan his fingers one by one. His right middle finger unlocked his phone and gave me full access. Before I could tuck into the phone, I heard him move around.
Looking at the clerk, he seemed more aware than before, if the glaring daggers were any indication. On the other hand, his cock looked painfully erect. Maybe my touching was keeping him docile? Sitting at his side, I noticed that he turned his away from me as I sat. His gaze still looked confused, so I didn't lose all hope. Running my hand along his back, I felt down the ridges on his spine, causing him to shudder. Still seeing the slight defiance in his eyes, I lowered my hand to his ass. Despite his look, his body was quite honest as he arched his back to turn his ass closer to my hand.
Slipping a finger inside of him, I was rewarded with a small moan as his eyes lost their focus once more. I don't know how I came across someone so malleable, but I didn't question it. Slipping another finger in, I pumped them in and out of him as I returned my attention to the phone. I rationalized to myself that I was just preventing him from waking up and running off. I kept telling myself than as I finger fucked him. He curled up closer to me and closed his eyes again.
Scanning through his contact list, I saw a couple dozen names. Discouraged, I checked his messages. Luckily, he only had a few conversations regularly. Opening up the most recent one, I read through it.
He was talking to some chick named Blaire. Judging from his cringy texts, he was interested in her, but not the other way around. Driving my fingers deep inside for a moment, I reveled in his yelp before continuing. As I read, it seemed that Blaire was Yoga-pants. They were part of a small friend group, but he was closest to Blaire, introduced to the group through her and work. Thankful that I wasn't trying to kidnap a popular guy with a bunch of people who would look for him, I closed the phone.
Pumping my fingers in and out a bit longer, I withdrew them from the young man, who was apparently named Andy. I then dressed myself in my clothes and stepped back out into the store proper. Grabbing some spare clothes, I returned and began to dress Andy. He seemed dissatisfied, but the occasional kiss placated him enough to get him fully dressed in dry clothes. With my kidnapping victim in his Sunday best, it was time for the moment of truth. Pulling him up, I put my arm around his shoulder. His legs quivered as he tried to support his own weight. I wish that I would have known that I was going to kidnap him earlier, I wouldn't have fucked him so hard. I gazed at his crotch, looking at the obvious tent he was leaving in his shorts. That boner didn't look like it was going anywhere soon, but I needed to leave first before I could do anything about it.
After a moment, he stabilized and would walk where I pulled him. Unable to help myself, my hand drifted down his back and into the shorts I just finished stealing for him. Grabbing his plump ass, I lead him to the front. The dazed clerk followed my lead, light moans audible from his lips. Walking out of the bathroom, I left him leaning against the wall as I grabbed the mop and bucket, along with the soiled clothes and towels. Throwing his old clothes in the trash, I put the mop away. Before returning to grab Andy, I filled a bag with a variety of things that seemed useful to an aspiring kidnapper. Leading Andy by his hand, I made my way to the end of the shelves we were behind. After that, it was a straight shot out through the doors to my truck.
