Alpha and Omega

*The next day* *At night*

Zacky went to the local gay bar in Huntington Beach. He sat at the bar and ordered a beer. He just looked around, nervous to talk to anybody. He hoped maybe someone would talk to him… make things easier for him. His wish was granted after an hour. “Hello.” Zacky turned to see a man that looked to be taller than Zacky but not by much. He had dirty blonde hair that was almost like Matt’s hair, but not curly. The man had coffee colored eyes and his skin was a tiny bit tanner than Zacky’s porcelain white skin. “Hi,” Zacky replied. The man sat down next to Zacky, “I’m Richard… most people call me Ricki.” “They call me Zacky,” said Zacky. “You a regular here?” Ricki asked. “No,” Zacky said, “First time. I just kinda came out.” “Oh I see,” said Ricki, “I’ve been out for about a year, but it’s my first time in this place. I came over because, well… you seem interesting.” Zacky turned away and blushed. Zacky then took a sip of his beer, “Uh… thanks.” Zacky looked down and saw Ricki’s hand on his lap. Zacky looked up to find Ricki closing in on him. Soon Zacky could feel Ricki’s lips on his own. After a moment, Ricki pulled away. “Well,” said Ricki, “What do you think?” Zacky smiled, “I think we should go back to your place.”

---x---

They made to Ricki’s apartment which was only about five miles away from the bar. “You go in the bedroom and make yourself comfortable,” said Ricki. Zacky smiled at Ricki and walked down to the master bedroom. Queen size bed with a metal frame. Metal railing as a headboard. Zacky checked out the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Lube, condoms, handcuffs, and lotion. So far so good thought Zacky. Zacky heard footsteps so he sat at the corner of the bed and started taking off his socks and shoes. He saw Ricki standing before him, just smiling and holding two glasses of red wine. But something was different, but Zacky couldn’t think of what it was… and it was a bad different. Like he was now getting bad vibes from Ricki. “Is everything okay?” Zacky asked. “Everything is fine,” answered Ricki, “Why would anything be wrong?” Zacky shrugged and thought he was worrying over nothing. Ricki handed Zacky one of the glasses and sat beside Zacky. They sipped their wine and talked for a while, but after Zacky finished his glass, he started to feel dizzy… and before he knew it, he blacked out.

---x---

Zacky slowly woke up to find himself completely naked. He knew now that something was up… especially since his hands were bounded in cuffs, above his head, to the railing of the metal bed frame at the headboard. His legs were tied up, with rope, so they stayed bent and his feet flat on the bed. Zacky felt that his body was still a little bit numb, probably from whatever was put into his wine. Zacky was scared shitless… because he knew that this time it was real, it wasn’t dream. But Zacky was also scared because this time it was a random person he met at a bar, not his friends. Right now he’d rather be dream fucked by Brian or Matt or even Johnny… and definitely Jimmy… because Zacky wasn’t scared for his life in the safety of his dreams.
Zacky looked at the cuffs and tried wiggling his hands, hoping that maybe the cuffs were loose enough, but unfortunately they weren’t. “Finally awake, huh?” Zacky turned to see Ricki standing before the foot of the bed. “Why?” Zacky asked… that was all he could manage to say. “I couldn’t resist,” Ricki said with an evil smile on his face, “To have Mister Zacky Vengeance in my place… and not have take advantage of him… would be crazy.” Zacky felt like a mouse caught in a mouse trap… felt defeated. Dammit, the guy knows who I am Zacky thought He had a plan once he saw me and I fell for it. Nice going dipshit.
Ricki began removing his own clothing. The cuffs rattled against the metal frame. “Please,” Zacky pleaded, “Please don’t do this.” “From the look of things,” said Ricki, “Looks like you don’t get a say.” Zacky bit his bottom lip. Once Ricki was completely naked, Zacky looked at Ricki’s package through the corner of his eye. It was bigger than his. Ricki climbed onto the bed. Zacky tried to squirm out of his restraints but it didn’t work. After Ricki straddled Zacky’s hips, he leaned over to the nightstand drawer for the bottle of lube. Ricki set the bottle on top of the nightstand. “Ricki,” Zacky begged, “Please… please don’t-” Ricki had his hands around Zacky’s neck, cutting off anymore of Zacky’s pleads. Ricki noticed Zacky getting hard from being choked. “Well well well,” said Ricki, “Looks like Vengeance enjoys it rough.”

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