Straight to Hell

Author's Note -- There are elements of non-consent in this story. If that type of element offends you, or is problematic, please do not read.

CHAPTER 5 - Brian

I hate posing for pictures. I've never been sure why but I do. Even when others compliment me on my looks, I inwardly cringe when I see a camera appear. I guess I see myself in a more negative light than what other people see me.

On the other hand, there are other people in this world who are so full of themselves that they just love to be in pictures! They can't get enough of primping and posing and just generally showing off for the camera.

Take Brian, for instance. You met him in my previous chapter. He's one of those people that is soooooo in love with himself that he thinks he's god's gift to mankind. Not just to women but to ALL mankind! Yeah, I admit he's a hot sonuvabitch. Tall, built, huge cock. But he's an arrogant bastard, a user, and a manipulator. A real cocksucker, if you don't mind my saying so. That kind of attitude really gets to me. And in Brian's case, it really, REALLY got to me.

So, I decided to do something about it. Something he'd always remember. Something I'd always remember. Something that would teach the sexy, swaggering hunk the value of humility. And maybe leave my cock up his muscular tight ass at the same time.

There's an old saying "a picture is worth a thousand words." Well... in Brian's case, it was worth more. A whole lot more.

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Three weeks after the hot fuck session between Ed and me, I was working out at the gym with Jose. He had been bitching at me the last couple of days, telling me he was ready to get Brian and fuck his brains out. Talk about lust! Jose seemed to be lusting after Brian like I lusted after Debjeet.

So I understood where he was coming from and how the pent up sexual frustration was wearing him down. But still, I was getting tired of listening to him.

"So when we gonna do it, Riley?"

"Fuck, Jose, quit bugging me! You know these things take time."

"It didn't seem to take much time for you to get around to fucking Benj."

Oh yeah. Jose's cousin Benjamin. I smiled now as I thought about the warm, inviting ass of that muscle cop. Okay, maybe Jose had a point. But I'll be damned if I was gonna let his horniness dictate what happened. When you start listening to your little head, that's when you get your ass in trouble... big time.

"Okay man, okayyyyyyyyy! Just be patient. I'm workin on it. But you keep hassling me and I'm liable to shut down awhile. You dig?"

Jose got quiet and moved over to spot me on the incline press. I was hitting my last rep when I heard Jose whistle lightly.

"Fuck. Wouldja look at that."

I made sure the bar was secure and looked over in the direction Jose was looking. Brian was at the squat machine. He must have just arrived at the gym because I knew Jose had been looking for him all evening and hadn't seen him.

Brian shuffled under the weight bar, positioned his hands and arms, and squatted down. As his body went down, his humongous glutes strained his shorts.

Fuck was the right word to use. Brian's ass was awesome! As he squatted down again, the thin material of his shorts framed the full moons of his ass. It was obvious that he spent a lot of time building his gluteus muscles. Good for him. Better for us.

Jose and I kept watching Brian as he completed his squats. His legs were just as delectable... full, tight hamstrings and thighs. But his butt was the crown jewel of his lower body.

Brian finished his squats and started talking to another lifter. His profile was pronounced and we could see the impressive bulge in his shorts as well as the curve of his chest. He was one fine motherfucker, no doubt about it.

"So whaddya think, Riley?"

I was quiet a minute as I watched Brian talk.

"Let's go over there, Jose. You just bullshit around with him."

"And what are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about it. You just take care of business. Okay?"

Jose grinned and shook his head as we walked over to Brian.

"Hey Bri! Watsup, dude?"

Brian looked over at Jose and I, nodded slightly, and kept talking with the lifter. Jose waited. And waited. And waited some more. Brian didn't acknowledge him in any way. After five minutes of standing there looking around the gym, Jose leaned over to me.

"You wanna leave? Or wait?"

I looked at Brian as he continued to talk. My gaze traveled from his face, down to his protruding pecs, and slowed as it landed on his cock bulge. After a pause, it moved to his muscular ass. He was all man. All muscle. All straight.

"Let's wait," I whispered to Jose. I didn't care how long it took. I would have waited until hell froze over but I decided then and there that this sexy bastard was going to go down. And go down HARD.

After a few more minutes, Brian shook hands with the lifter and started to walk away.

"Hey Bri!"

Brian looked over his shoulder, stopped, and walked back to Jose.

"Hey man."

Jose and Brian started talking. I stood to the side and looked at Brian. The motherfucker had forgotten about Jose and was about to walk off. I began to loathe him even more. I wasn't paying much attention to what they said but eventually I tuned in to their conversation. Brian was loud but had a sexy lilt to his voice.

"Man, I'm working out hard to build up for it, but I don't know if it's worth it."

"Why not?" Jose asked.

"Cuz all those fuckers are expensive! The cheapest one I've found will do it for $1,000. Fuck, I ain't got that type of money."

"Well yeah, Bri, but man it would be worth it! Think of all the modeling gigs you'd get. Not to mention all the pussy you'd be around!"

"Hell, I've already got all the pussy I need. That's no big deal. But I could make a shit load of money if I can get this portfolio done and an agent picks me up. But no one will pick me up unless I get the portfolio done."

Portfolio? Whattha hell was he talking about? I was amazed he even knew the word.

Jose kept looking over at me, expecting me to chime in. But I just kept looking around as if I wasn't paying any attention to them.

"Well, I wish you luck man. Something'll turn up."

"Fuck man. Things don't work that way. If you want something to happen, YOU gotta make it happen. I just gotta find the people who'll make it happen for me. If I can find me a decent woman photog, it'll happen. All I gotta do is trade a photo session for this big black dick. But all the really good photographers are men. And they charge too goddamn much."

Hmmmmmmmmmm. Interesting. So ole Bri was looking for a photographer. From what I gathered, he was trying to get a picture portfolio so he could go into modeling. Something started stirring in my head.

I caught Jose's eye looking at me and I nodded off in the distance. He looked surprised for a minute and then said, "Hey man, sorry but I gotta go. Good luck with that picture thing. Something'll happen, I'm sure."

"Yeah man. Later." Brian walked towards the free weight area.

Jose and I walked towards the front of the gym. As we got farther away from Brian, Jose said "Damn, Riley, I thought you were gonna talk to him."

"No need to, man. I found out all I need to know."

Jose's eyes lit up and he smiled. He knew something was up when I made comments like that.

"No shit? What?"

"Let's just say you and I are about to be very happy campers. And ole Brian. Well... let's just say he's about to be... fucked."

Jose grinned wider, slapped my back, and said "Dude it TOOK you long enough! When and where?"

"I'm workin on it. Speakin of which, where is my bag?"

"Your bag? Hell, I don't know. I don't remember you having one. Did you leave it somewhere?"

"I had it when I was at the incline press."

"You sure? I didn't see it." Jose started to walk back towards the gym. "Well, maybe you left it there. Let's go look."

"Nah, that's alright, man. Let me go look. I'll be right back."

Jose shrugged his shoulders and stopped. "Whatever. Just hurry it up."

I began walking back towards the incline press. Little did Jose know that he was absolutely right. I didn't have my workout bag with me. But I wanted to talk with Brian and I didn't want Jose around.

As I got near the incline press, I looked over and saw Brian working with the heavy weights. I started walking around and acting as if I was looking for something. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brian finish his set and look at me in the mirror. There was no flash of recognition in his face. I was disappointed but figured someone as into himself as Brian wouldn't remember me. I kept poking around, looking under one of the weight shelves.

"Whatcha looking for man?"

I looked up. Brian had turned around and was looking at me. Inwardly, I smiled and tossed out the bait. I was ready to begin the process of reeling the muscle stud in.

"Oh, I can't find my camera. I thought I left it out here when I was taking pictures of my friend, Jose."

Brian's face had a funny look on it for a moment. Then the impossible happened. He smiled.

"Oh yeah! You're that friend of Jose's. I met you last time. You're a photographer?"

Well, well, well. Surprise, surprise. Ole Brian "remembered" me because of my looks, charm, and wit. And oh yeahhhhhhh... maybe because I might be a photographer? Now WHY in the world would THAT make a difference?

"Yeah... well no... I mean I don't do it for a living but yeah, I do photography as a hobby." I grinned and said, "Hell, people tell me I'm good at it and ought to do it professionally. But, I enjoy the company I'm at so I just keep doing it on the side."

Brian smiled even wider. Man, could the boy be any more transparent than that? Of course, he probably didn't think I knew what he was up to but hey, you know me. I ALWAYS know what I'm up to! Especially when it means getting up into some tight virgin ass.

"How much you charge for a session, man?"

"I don't really do sessions. I've only had 3 friends that came in and I took a shit load of shots of them. But I gave those to them. It's not that expensive."

Boy, talk about bait! I didn't have worms on my line. I had big old hunks of meat! And the stupid bastard didn't even remember my name yet!

Brian stepped closer and smiled his most dazzling smile. The closer his all muscle body got, the more I felt my blood rushing to my cock. I had to be careful or I'd spring a full boner in front of the asshole.

"Listen, uh... uhhh..."

"Riley, man. Riley James."

"Yeah Riley. Sorry, I just forgot a second."

I had to laugh at that one. What a pompous, phony motherfucker.

"Listen, you think you could take some pics of me? I mean for a reasonable price? I told Jose that I needed to get a portfolio done but he never told me that you were a photographer."

"He didn't?"

"No."

I made a face as if to say, "Fucking Jose." But to be fair, he probably didn't tell Brian that because he didn't know. And to be quite honest, I really wasn't! But special times demand special qualities. And I was right when I figured the best way for my dick to find its way up Brian's ass would be through a camera lens.

I hesitated a moment more. "I don't know man. I mean, you'd probably get a better job with a real professional."

"No Riley, you'd be fine. I'm sure your work is great!"

And cheap, I thought.

"Well... maybe. I guess so. If you really want to do it."

Brian put his hand up and I slapped it. "Sweeeeeet!" he said. "How much do you want?"

I thought a second and said, "Oh I guess I could give the pictures to you. They probably won't be that good anyway." Talk about tossing out more bait! I knew I HAD this sonuvabitch hook... line... and sinker.

Brian was practically drooling on me at the thought of getting this for free. "Man, I'd really appreciate that. I mean it."

"Sure, Brian. No problem."

"Call me Bri, man. All my friends do."

God! I had reached the ultimate in relationships. I was actually one of Bri's FRIENDS! That was great! Of course, after our "session", I wasn't sure I'd be high on ole Bri's list of friends but hey... you win some, you lose some.

"Cool... Bri it is. Listen, you free this Saturday? You could come over to my house and we'll do the session there."

"Hell yeah I'm free! What time?"

"How about 2 in the afternoon? That should give us plenty of time." Yep. Plenty of time for me to fuck the living hell out of him.

"Sounds great. How do I get to your house?"

"Tell you what. I'll get your phone number from Jose and call you tomorrow. We'll go from there."

"Sweet, man!" Brian started walking back to the weights. "Okay, I gotta finish, Riley. I really appreciate this man. I'm looking forward to it."

I grinned and said, "Me too, Bri. See ya later." Of course, I'm sure he had no idea how much I was looking forward to it.

I found Jose waiting for me. "Goddamn Riley, what took you so long? Did you find it?"

"No man. Maybe somebody took it. I didn't have much in it, so forget it. Let's go."

As Jose and I walked out the door, I smiled and felt a tingling feeling in my cock. It knew it was going to be in a tight, muscular, straight black ass soon.

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"Fuck, this shit is hard to set up."

"Quit your bitchin, Jose. Bri will be here any minute."

Actually, it was 2:40 and Brian should have been here forty minutes ago. But I'm sure the asshole was used to just doing things on his schedule. I reached over and helped Jose raise the light stand a little higher so that there was plenty of light.

"Dude, you sure this is gonna work?"

"Jose... quit being such a pussy! Of course it will work. You just have to know how to work it."

Jose raised his eyebrows and sorta shrugged.

"I guess. But I don't want you pulling the same shit with Bri that you did with Benj."

I laughed and shook my head. "Man, are you EVER going to let me forget that? Okay, you didn't get to fuck Benj that time. But this time I swear... you're gonna get a piece of Bri's ass. But you gotta be cool with this. He'll be one suspicious motherfucker when he sees you. If we try to reel him in too fast, he'll bolt. You follow my lead and his tight ass is yours."

Jose smiled and, from the look on his face (and in his pants), I knew he couldn't wait to get his fat latino cock inside of Brian.

A couple of minutes more and the doorbell rang. I looked over at Jose, grinned, and said, "Okay dude, we're on! You ready?"

"Fuck YEAH... I'm ready!"

I went to the front door and opened it. Brian grinned, punched me on the shoulder, and said "Rileynnnnnnnn! Whatsup, man?"

My cock, for one thing. Brian was dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged his huge thighs and highlighted the bulge in his crotch. A white polo shirt hung loosely at his waist, but his pecs and biceps were stretching the fabric so tight, I was sure they would tear the shirt if he even slightly moved. As good as he looked in this getup, I knew he'd look even better out of it.

I smiled. "Hey Brian, c'mon in! You ready to do your pics?"

"Hell yeah, dude! And it's Bri, man. We're buds."

I snorted quietly.

"Riiiiight, right! Go on in the den and let's get to work."

Brian walked in the door and down the hall. As he passed, my eyes were riveted to his ass. Encased in tight jeans, it looked as muscled and full as any ass I'd ever seen. I could feel my heart beating rapidly as I watched his cocky swagger and roll. Taking a deep breath, I murmured 'Soon, baby... be patient.'

Jose turned around as Brian and I walked in the den. "Briiiii! Whatcha doin, man?"

Brian turned towards me with a funny look on his face. "I didn't know Jose was gonna be here."

"Sure Bri... he helps me with shoots sometimes."

"I don't know, man. Another guy watching me. That's sorta faggy... you know?"

Prick. I'll show him faggy.

I smiled and said, "Bri, c'mon, man! It's just PICTURES, for chrissakes! Jose just helps me set up, take down, and whatever else that needs doing. What, you think he's gonna perv on your body or something? Get real..."

I turned towards the lights, with my back towards Brian, as if dismissing his comment. Jose looked over at me with a scared look on his face and I gave him a wink that Brian couldn't see. A slight smile came on his face and he gave me an imperceptible nod.

Brian stood there a minute and I waited with my back on him to see if he was gonna bolt or keep going. After 20 seconds of silence, I heard "What do I need to do, Riley?"

Grinning, I turned back around. "Go look at those clothes over there, Bri, and check out what you're going to be wearing."

Brian walked over to the table where Jose had put several sets of shirts, shorts, underwear, and more and started looking through them.

"Man, these look great! They look like they'll fit me. Where'd you get them?"

I walked over to the table and said, "A friend of mine works for A&F and I asked him if he could lend me some new styles. He gave me these and told me they were discontinued lines, so I could have them."

Little did Brian remember that he had given one of his workout buddies a spare shirt one time when they went out after their workout. Jose knew the guy, found out what size he wore, and the rest was history.

"Shit, really?"

"Yeah. Cool, huh?"

I could tell Brian was after something by the sly smile he gave me. "Yeah, man, that's cool. You think I could borrow them for awhile? I don't get to wear shit like this much."

Oh yeah, slick little Brian. Milking the situation for all he could. Then again... a couple of shirts and pants would be small payment for a hot fuck session with Brian.

Smiling, I said, "I don't know, man. Let me think about it." I didn't want the prick to think he ALWAYS got his way!

Brian kept looking through the clothes. All of a sudden, I heard him shout "Hey! What's this shit?"

I looked at the underwear he held up in his hands. "It's underwear, Bri. What does it LOOK like?"

"Yeah... I KNOW its underwear! Why do I have to wear these? It's not like someone is gonna see 'em with my pants on."

"Bri... dude... you know the fashion! Seeing the tops of guy's drawers is the style these days. Didn't you tell me these pictures were for your modeling portfolio?"

"Yeah, but..."

"Then dude, you gotta show them what all the other models show them! It's all about style and fashion. Models sell clothes, Bri. It's as simple as that."

Brian looked at the underwear a few moments longer and then turned back around to the table. Don't worry asshole, I thought. You won't have them on for long anyway.

Brian kept looking through the clothes, pulling some out and holding them up to his body. After a minute, I asked "Hey Bri, you want something to drink?"

Without turning back to me, Bri said "Sure man... what you got?"

"You name it, I've probably got it. Soft drinks, bottled water, protein shakes, booze..."

"What kind of protein shakes?"

"Oh, I whip 'em up in the blender. Couple of scoops of whey, yogurt, milk, toss in some fruit and we're done."

"Cool... how about a fruit one?"

"One banana shake, coming up!" I started out of the den when Brian, in typical fashion, tried to milk me for a little more.

"You think you could mix me up a little extra for later?"

"No problem, dude. A little more it is." Sorry motherfucker. He'd be getting "a little more" soon enough. As I kept walking, I shouted "And Jose... turn on some music, willya?" I heard Jose mutter something, which I took to be an acknowledgement.

In the kitchen, I got the blender and started making a protein smoothie for Brian. After everything was tossed in the blender, I pulled out a little bottle from my pocket. A good friend of mine had given it to me some time ago, but I'd never had a chance to use it. He said it was a powdered form of the street drug Burundanga. I smiled as I remembered what he said when he gave it to me. "This shit will do a job on you, Riley. It disorients you and practically puts you in a stupor, like a zombie. But the great thing is that it kills your memory, so you have no idea of what happened when you took it. Fuck, it's better than a roofie!"