This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/797705 on 2019-12-23. It is part of the GaySpiralStories community series ‘A Game of Ass Assassin’.
Summary: The game continues in West Ferndale Heights. A hit! Samir enlists Jeffrey’s help. A frat bro has a good time.
“This is a CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE community series inspired by the format of The Grandfather’s Gift and the game of assassin where I give you all the set up and you can write what happens next! At the end of each chapter, there should be at least two options for how the story can go. If you want, you can include more than that or write about a possibility that isn’t listed. The only limit is your imagination! Minimum 400 words for each new chapter. Please reuse this intro at the beginning of any chapters you add so that new readers will be able to see all the rules. Enjoy!”
Jeffrey raced away from the three pursuing Hunters towards West Ferndale Heights. Shots of Triple Whammy hissed past, one narrowly missing his left arm, another splashing wetly onto his backpack. The edge of the park was not far now. A few more yards! Jeffrey gasped for breath, his heart pounding. He kept running, out onto 18th Avenue, dodging the traffic. The shouts of his pursuers grew fainter.
Jeffrey stopped behind a parked car to catch his breath. He felt cool air on his exposed calf. Wait, what? Jeffrey turned around to look at his pants. A few drops of Triple Whammy had splashed onto his left pants leg and already holes were beginning to appear in the white fabric. Shit! Recalling what happened to Cannon and Chris earlier, Jeffrey frantically pulled the pants off and tossed them to the ground, dropping his pack and shucking his shoes in the process. The pants continued to disintegrate into a miserable puddle of grey goo. Jeffrey checked his boxer shorts, which appeared intact, before putting his shoes and pack on again. A man and woman walking together on the other side of the street had stopped to watch as Jeffrey stripped off his damaged pants, the woman stifling her laughter while the man simply shook his head. Jeffrey scowled at them and they hastily moved on.
There was some disturbance from behind Jeffrey. Kyle, Hayden and Rick had reached 18th Avenue and were now weaving through the traffic in hot pursuit. Jeffrey needed to keep moving. The road he was on continued uphill, leading further into the Heights district. More shots of Triple Whammy flew past, but then Jeffrey crested the top of the hill and out of sight of the Hunters. At the end of the block, Jeffrey took a sharp left. A row of shops, cafes and restaurants. He glanced behind him to see Hayden turn the corner. He kept running. Another left.
“Jeff? Hey! Jeff!” It was Samir. “Over here!” Samir waved to Jeffrey from outside a bar.
“Samir! I’m being chased. Need somewhere to hide!”
“Shit! Quickly, down here.” Samir pointed to a set of steps leading down to a basement bar. “Man, am I glad you’re here. I think I’m gonna need your help. Let’s get inside and I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Okay, let me get this straight,” said Samir. “You saw this guy – Hayden? – use a tracking device that showed him your location? In real time?”
“Yeah.” Jeffrey finished his glass of water and poured himself another. The two freshmen were sitting at a table in ‘Frankie’s’, a 1950s-themed basement bar in the Heights whose walls were lined with hundreds of colorful fedoras and old movie posters. “Hayden mentioned something about refreshing the – the screen I guess? It sounded like they were using it to see where I was without having to wait a half-hour.”
“Those assholes! It’s clearly cheating. I assume the frat handed those gadgets out to their favorites to keep them in the game. Well, you should be safe in here. From the K.O.K. data dump, we’re almost certain the frat uses standard GPS data pushers. No cell signal, no tracking. There won’t be any signal down here, so you’ll be fine.”
“Good to know, but isn’t it cheating to hide down here like this?”
Samir rolled his eyes. “Dude, the guys chasing you are breaking the rules with their enhanced tracker, and you’re worried about cheating? You’re not tampering with the tracking device on your wrist, are you? You’re just using natural – or in this case man-made – cover that happens to block phone signals.” Samir gestured to Jeff’s lack of pants. “And it looks like those guys had a fair chance to shoot you, so they can hardly complain that they never saw you today.”
“Fair point.” Jeffrey caught Samir’s eyes lingering on the bulge in his exposed boxer shorts. “Uh… you said you needed my help. What’s up?”
“Right. Remember I said I was going to talk to our informant today? I found his apartment. It’s in this building, also in the basement. Thing is, the frat’s already here. I saw a couple of guys go in and remove a whole bunch of boxes of computer equipment. I thought they were going to clear out after taking that stuff, but there’s still one frat bro inside. I’ve been sitting here for hours waiting for him to leave but it looks like he’s going to be staying all night. That’s where you come in.” Samir winked. “As a pledge, you can keep him talking or whatever while I go in and search the place. I just need to grab a backup drive that our guy’s hidden in his apartment. Think you can do that?”
Jeffrey swallowed nervously. “Uh, I guess. Do you have a plan?”
“Yes, I do. And you’re not gonna like it.”
On cue, Jeffrey pushed open the door into the basement corridor and ran up to the apartment belonging to Samir’s informant. He hammered on the door, making as much noise as possible. “HELP! LET ME IN! Please!”
There was a pause, then footsteps. Jeffrey continued to pummel the door with his fists. “Come on! Let me in!”
The door opened. Jeffrey found himself face to face with a muscle-bound frat bro wearing a blue and yellow football shirt and blue shorts. “Who the hell are you? Some fucking pledge?”
“Yes! Please, I’m being chased. They’re coming through that door any minute. I just need somewhere to hide until they’ve gone!”
“Look, pledge, you shouldn’t be here. I’ve got things to do. So fuck off.”
“Wait! I… I’ll make it worth your while…”
The frat bro looked Jeffrey up and down, licking his lips. Jeffrey blushed, but played along, running his arm down the frat bro’s firm chest and belly before resting lightly on the beefy man’s crotch. He put on what he thought was his most seductive expression and whispered, “I’ll do anything you want…”
“Oh you will, huh?” the frat bro said. “I got a few ideas, for sure. How about you… show a frat brother how willing you are to follow orders? Take off that uniform and hand it over.”
“Come on, man!”
“Now. Or get lost.”
Seeing no other option, Jeffrey hastily pulled his white shirt off and peeled off his white boxer briefs, revealing his fully naked body to the frat brother. The beefy frat bro nodded appreciatively. “Very nice, pledge.” The frat bro slung his arm around Jeffrey’s chest, pulling him into the room. “You can stay. Until I get bored of you.” Jeffrey took a quick look around the room – a kitchen area, a desk, scattered items across the floor, doors left and right – before the frat bro grabbed him by the back of his neck and forced him to his knees. “Stay here and don’t move.” The frat bro went back to the door and looked down the corridor again before closing the door and locking it. “Okay. Get up. Come with me.” Jeffrey followed the frat bro into a bedroom, which looked like it had been thoroughly searched. “What’s your name, pledge?”
Probably best not to lie in case this guy checks up on me. “Jeffrey. Or Jeff.”
The frat bro nodded. “I’m Finn.” He sat on the bed and pointed at the floor in front of him. Finn gestured to his bulge. “Now why don’t you show me what you can do for me, pledge Jeff?”
Jeffrey nodded, and opened the buckle of the frat bro’s shorts. He pulled the strap of the frat bro’s boxers down, exposing Finn’s thick eight inch uncut cock, which was already erect and pulsing slightly. Nervously, Jeff gripped the frat bro’s cock at its base with his fingers and brought his mouth down to the head. I can’t believe I’m about to suck this dude off. Samir’s gonna owe me for this. Finn smelled of sweat and musk, and despite himself Jeffrey’s cock also began to swell to a full erection in anticipation of what Finn would do to him. Jeffrey began by licking the head of Finn’s cock, and then took several inches of Finn’s thick, warm shaft into his mouth. Finn moaned appreciatively as Jeffrey worked his way up and down the frat bro’s cock. “Jeff, dude, that feels so good.” Finn took off his football tee and spread his legs a little wider, then pulled Jeffrey’s head down further onto his cock. “Yeah, just like that. Take it all, pledge…” Jeff tried not to gag as the frat bro held his head balls-deep before releasing the pressure and letting Jeff get some air. “Aw, yeah. I can tell you’re gonna be very popular with the brothers if you make it through hell week, pledge. Now get my cock nice and wet.”
Jeffrey continued to service Finn’s impressive tool, his own dick now fully erect and dampening the front of his boxer briefs. The frat bro was starting to really get into using Jeffrey’s mouth, his moans becoming more urgent and each movement in and out of Finn’s cock covering Jeffrey’s lips with precum and spit. But just as Jeffrey thought Finn might be getting close, the frat bro gripped Jeffrey’s shoulder and gently pushed him back to a kneeling position. “Very nice, pledge. Now get up and lie on the bed. No, on your back. I want to fuck you.”
Jeffrey gave his own cock a few strokes while he watched Finn strip, admiring the frat bro’s muscular arms and solid frame. Fully naked, Finn climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of Jeffrey. He grasped the pledge’s ankles and brought them up over Jeffrey’s head, holding them crossed over in a way that deliciously exposed Jeffrey’s hole. Finn spat on his palm and rubbed it over Jeffrey’s hole, then gently pushed one finger, then two, into Jeffrey. “Ready, pledge?” said Finn. Barely waiting for Jeffrey’s answer, which in any case was a needy moan from the horny pledge, Finn slid into Jeffrey’s hot hole all the way in. Finn began a slow but firm fucking rhythm, watching Jeffrey carefully as he pumped in and out of the pledge’s tight hole, each thrust taking Jeffrey to another level of pleasure. Jeffrey’s cock was rock hard and had started to leave sticky trails of precum over the freshman’s abs.
Letting go of Jeffrey’s ankles, Finn held on to the pledge’s waist and hips as he continued fucking Jeffrey forcefully. The two men filled the apartment with the sound of Finn’s thighs slapping against Jeffrey’s ass and Jeffrey’s desperate moans. Neither one noticed as the door to the apartment swung slowly open and Samir crept inside. In the bedroom, Finn was getting close to orgasm, his thrusting into Jeffrey becoming more erratic. With a final powerful thrust, Finn pinned Jeffrey against the bed as he shot his load deep inside the pledge’s ass. The feeling of being so thoroughly fucked by the beefy frat bro sent Jeffrey over the edge and his own cock fired several ropes of cum, coating his chest and stomach.
Jeffrey opened his eyes to see Samir watching him and Finn through the doorway. Their eyes met, and Jeffrey went red as Samir took in the sight of his naked roommate freshly fucked by the beefy frat bro, Jeffrey’s legs wrapped around Finn’s muscular back, a sticky white mess drying on Jeffrey’s body. Samir briefly flourished the piece of computer equipment in his hand at Jeffrey and then slipped out of the apartment, closing the door behind him with a clunk. At least Samir got what he wanted.
“Damn, pledge, that was so fucking hot.” Finn withdrew his still-hard cock from Jeffrey’s hole and stood up, leaving Jeffrey feeling a little empty. An angry buzzing noise startled the two men. Finn grabbed his phone and checked the notification. “Oh shit! Sorry, dude, but you gotta get out of here! Now!” Jeffrey tried to grab his discarded white pledge shirt and boxer briefs. “Jeff, what the hell are you doing? A couple of bros are on their way here. If they see you here, we’re both gonna get fucked over! They’re almost outside, you don’t have time… get moving!”
TO BE CONTINUED
Choice #3: Should Jeffrey…
- Grab the pledge uniform and then run from the apartment, hoping to find somewhere quiet to put the uniform on?
- Put on the pledge uniform before leaving? (FAILURE)
“Please clearly label any subsequent chapters to this story based on the pathways chosen. For example, if you choose to write a chapter based on the first option in the intro, title it “A Game of Ass Assassin: Path 1.” If you choose to write a chapter based on the third option of Path 1, title it “A Game of Ass Assassin: Path 1.3.” If you choose to write a new pathway not listed in the intro, title it “A Game of Ass Assassin Path 4” and so on. Please reuse this paragraph at the end of any chapters you add so that new readers will be able to see all the rules. Enjoy!”