Joey – Part 06

By slavebladeboi

Joey skidded to a halt and leapt off his bike, leaving it resting against the fence with his safety chain over the cross bar and hoping Jack, who was close behind, would use it for both their bikes. Taking the steps two at a time, he punched the code into the lock and shoved his weight against the door, leaving it ajar for the figure already within sight. Jack had only taken 30 seconds to get his backpack closed and over his shoulders, and he was gaining rapidly.

Unlocking his apartment door, Joey immediately sent a text to Chris telling him he was in, safe and going to bed. He was in no mood for any interruptions to spoil the next few hours. He tossed his phone onto the chest of drawers and stood, panting, facing the door, his body glistening from that 15-minute race, the damp lycra suit clinging closely to his firm, muscled body.

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Joey – Part 05

By slavebladeboi

They walked awkwardly along the path that ended at the road. Joey, his hoodie pulled down to hide the blindfold, pushing his bike with his right hand whilst Jack held and guided him, pushing the other bike with his spare hand. At the junction Jack leaned the bikes against the fence.

“Listen to me. We don’t have much time. I’m telling you, not asking you. Trust me.” Jack said this as a command. “You won’t come to any harm, you’ll be back here in about 30 minutes, just do as you’re told. Don’t panic and think about your answers. I swear, you’re safe. Now. Stand still.”

He reached into his backpack and, grabbing Joey’s wrists, swiftly cuffed them behind his back. Jack stepped back, looked at the figure in front of him, leaned in and gave him a long hard kiss.

“And that’s a promise.”

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