"Uh, where did you get those glasses,
Doug?"
A grin. "You like them?"
"Give them to me. They're not yours."
A wider grin. "Sure." With his left hand, he
reached up and plucked them from his
face and proffered them toward me. As I
lifted my hand, he dropped them to the tile
floor, immediately stepping forward to
crush them. "Oops! Good thing they're not
yours, either!"
I was stunned. I knew he was weird, but I
couldn't believe this behavior. Too many
thoughts were swirling around in my
brain. Had he done something to
Matthew? And what could he possibly
have done in an area filled with so many
people?
"You're going to pay for those," I said,
fighting for calm.
"Call Judge Judy," he said with a smile.
"Where's my boyfriend?"
"I'M your boyfriend."
"YOU are biggest mistake I ever made.
WHERE IS MATTHEW?" I was yelling at
this point, furious at him and at myself for
losing my cool. Still, I doubted anyone
could hear me over all of the party noise.
"Tell me I'm your boyfriend, and I'll tell
you." He began fumbling with his belt.
"Fuck you!"
"Come on, Danny. Tell me I'm your
boyfriend. Tell me how much you love
me." The belt was opened now, and he
slowly unzipped his jeans.
I couldn't believe this! I wanted to bowl
him over and escape this insane
situation, but Doug was always much
stronger than I was. And something about
his behavior was freezing me in place,
anyway.
"Because I KNOW you love me," he went
on. He was actually lowering his pants
now, slowly revealing the muscular legs
that had originally attracted me so much
to him. "Or you did until that little moron
stole you away from me." His pants hit the
floor, and he started lowering his briefs.
"And you will again . . ."
As his hard, throbbing cock was revealed,
I was finally jolted into motion again. "The
fuck I will! Get out of my way and let me
out of here. Is this what you did to
Matthew, you sick fuck?"
Despite the outside noise, Doug's eerie
chuckle filled the room. "No, silly. THIS is
what I did to Matthew."
He turned around, pointing his round
bubble butt at me as he lowered his
briefs the rest of the way.
For a moment, I couldn't look. Doug had
always had a beautiful ass, and I didn't
want to give him the satisfaction of
admiring it under these circumstances.
But a small noise drew my attention, and
my gaze moved downward.
It was as beautiful as I remembered. My
eyes took in its firm, rounded contors but
were immediately drawn to something
else.
Between his clenched cheeks was
squeezed something small and
flesh-colored. Something that looked like
a doll, except it wasn't a doll. It moved.
And it yelled. And it beat at the muscular
flesh that held it trapped. And it looked
like a little person. And it looked like my
boyfriend, an eight-inch version of my
boyfriend. And it was . . .
"Matthew," I whispered.
"Danny! Help me!" The voice was high,
thin, panicked.
And then Doug . . .