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More Cabals of a Sinister, Gay Nature
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“… This is weird.” Lana’s eyes narrow after Cyril offers to drive her to SERE school and babysit AJ at a local motel. “Why is this weird?”
“It’s not that weird.” Cyril smiles. “I’m happy to do this for you. Let me call Ray and tell him where I’ll be this weekend.”
“Is he going to approve?” Lana asks. “Because I sure as hell wouldn’t if I was him.”
“He’s a little more under- uh, trusting than you.” Cyril corrects himself. Meanwhile, Ray just got home when he saw that his boyfriend of three months is calling him.
“Hello~?” Ray sings on the other end.
“Hey, Ray.” Cyril smiles bigger. “Listen, Archer bailed on Lana so she needs a sitter for AJ. I’m going to drive her to survival camp and stay at a nearby hotel with the baby.” A pause. “Is… that okay with you?”
“It is.” Ray says. “She asked me and I said no because… well, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” He nods. “Really though, you’re okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Ray says.
“Great. I’ll see you Monday.”
“Right, oh, and Cyril…” Ray says ominously.
“Y-Yes?”
“If you ever cheat on me…” He says. “I will get you hard, then cut your dick off, make a mold of it, make a dildo from that mold, keep you alive long enough for it to finish, and make you watch me fuck myself with it while you bleed out from your new vagina.” He takes a breath. “Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes!” He squeaks, and Lana gives him a funny look. “Ahem, yes, of course. I won’t do that to you.”
“Very good, then.” Ray grins. “Have fun!” He hangs up.
“Did he threaten you?” Lana smirks.
“He sure did.” Cyril gulps and puts his phone away. “Did you teach him how to do that?”
“He taught me.” Lana says, walking AJ to the elevator.
“Jeezy Peats.” Cyril follows her.
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Lana stirs awake while in the car, Cyril humming to himself and thinking about Ray. “Hey, you…” She yawns.
“Hello.” Cyril sings. “We’re almost home. Do you mind if I call Ray?”
“Nope, go ahead.” She stretches while Cyril picks up his phone and speed-dials his boyfriend.
“Hi, honey~.” Ray picks up.
“Hi, Ray.” Cyril smiles. “Lana’s here, too.”
“Hey, girl, how was SERE-sucker school?”
“Ha-ha, funny.” Lana says. “It was fine.”
“How’s AJ?”
“She’s sleeping soundly.” Lana responds, looking back at her cute little face.
“We’re almost home.” Cyril says. “Just wanted to let you know.”
“Good, because I got somethin’ special planned for you when you get here, baby.” Ray grins.
“R-Really?” Cyril’s both aroused and scared. “What is it?”
“Ah-ah, I’m not spoilin’ the surprise, especially not in mixed company.” Ray says. “Just let your imagination run wild for another couple hours.”
“Okay~.”
“See you later.”
“Bye.” They hang up, and Cyril has this big, goofy smile on his face.
“Ew.” Lana says.
“What?” He asks, snapping out of his very naughty thoughts.
“I’m surprised you didn’t do the ‘You hang up, no you hang up’ thing.” Lana scoffs. “Does he have the key to your apartment?”
“Yeah, and I have his, and we have sleepover bags.”
“That is…” She can’t imagine moving so quickly. She sighs, realizing she’s the only person who thinks that. “You really like him, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes. A lot. So much.” Cyril blushes. “We’re so good together, you know? We have so much in common, and he does all these wonderful things for me, and…” He looks over at Lana, who looks kind of depressed. “Whoa, hey, I didn’t mean anything against you, I…”
“No, that’s not…” She sighs again. “I just realized that… Archer really screwed me up, no… I let him.” She admits. “I didn’t ask you out because I liked you, I did it to make Archer jealous.”
“I kind of figured that, after much reflection.”
“I never loved you, Cyril. I just used you, and then you slept with all those women, and…”
“Stop right there.” Cyril holds up his hand while driving with the other. “That part wasn’t your fault. Those were my very poor decisions.”
“I cheated on you, too.”
“I know.” Cyril nods.
“We weren’t good together.” Lana says. “When you first started dating Ray, I didn’t think either of you were really going to commit, but… you’re doing it.”
“Yeah. I was afraid.” Cyril says. “I wasn’t fully over you in San Marcos, and Ray said that he would get me over that fence. We slept together for the first time, and for a second I thought I might have just used Ray, but getting to know him more, and coming home and really dating him, well… I really like him. I want him. God, he’s perfect.”
“All right, calm down.”
“You agree he’s so handsome, right?” Cyril continues. “Like a classic Hollywood movie star, and his body has masculine and feminine features, like his hips and ass are feminine but then his upper body is peak masculinity…”
“Cyril…”
“And oh my God, don’t get me started on his legs. They go on forever! Jeezy Peats, I have never seen such perfect thighs in my life!”
“Cyril!” Lana shouts. “I get it.”
“R-Right, sorry.” Cyril clears his throat. “But let me say this: I’m sorry for everything, and our time together will always have a special place in my heart.”
“Same.” Lana nods. “You treat Ray well, and don’t cheat on him, because if you do, I’ll cut your dick off, grind it, make it into a burger, and make you eat it.”
“What is it with you and Ray wanting to cut my dick off?” Cyril asks.
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“I’m home~!” Cyril sings when he opens the door to his apartment, putting his bag down. When he looks up, he sees Ray standing in front of the hallway in a short, red Asian dress and red high heels. “R-Ray?!” He squeaks, blinking a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
“Ni-hao, Cyril.” Ray smirks as he bows a little.
“Wha… Wha…?” Cyril can’t form words. “Where did you get that?”
“What, this old thing?” Ray turns sideways. “In Chinatown. It’s called a qipao.”
“Qi-wow.” Cyril walks up to Ray and kisses him passionately.
“Mmm~…” Ray loves Cyril’s kisses. “Wow to you.”
“Oh, Ray, you look so good.” Cyril runs his hands down his sides. The qipao barely hugs all the way around Ray’s ass, and there was a slit over one thigh that made Cyril’s mouth water. He gets on his knees and starts sucking on Ray’s thighs.
“Oh, my!” Ray giggles, running his hands through black hair.
“I just got done telling Lana about how much I love your legs.” Cyril bites at any flesh he can.
“Hold on, honey…” Ray pulls away a bit. “Let’s not go off the rails. I gotta whole evenin’ planned.”
“Hopefully not to cut my dick off.”
“Well, did you cheat on me?”
“No!” Cyril pulls Ray closer, burying his face in his groin. “I’ll never do that! I’m completely over Lana, and…”
“Okay, okay.” Ray smiles, helping Cyril stand. “Then you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Oh, I hear music.” Cyril finally hears relaxing Asian music coming from his bedroom.
“That’s right.” Ray takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom. There were candles everywhere and an incense burning, a towel over the bed, and some oils on the nightstand. “It’s time for your Chinese massage, Mr. Figgis.”
“Jeezy H. G. Peats.” Cyril almost started crying. “Ray, you’re the best. Why are you doing all of this?”
“I thought you might be tired after takin’ care of a baby for a weekend.” He makes a pose. “I also wanted to… show you what you’ve been missin’.”
“I did miss you, Ray.” Cyril hugs him. “I needed to control myself to not call you every minute.”
“You sweet lil man.” Ray hugs him back. “Take your clothes off, and lie face-down on the bed.”
“Oh, but I won’t be able to see you in your dress.” Cyril pouts, taking off his jacket.
“I’ll massage your front, too.” Ray smirks.
“So you actually know how to do this?” Cyril asks, continuing to strip.
“I’ve had enough of them done to pick up some things.” He cracks his fingers.
“Really~?” Cyril’s suspicious.
“Not those kind of massages, you racist.” Ray puts his fists on his hips. “Actual massages from therapists with degrees. It’s part of my wellness regimen.”
“Okay.” Cyril says, fully nude and crawling onto the towel on the bed. Ray pours some massage oil on his hands and rubs them together to make it warm as he straddles Cyril’s back and starts rubbing his shoulders with his thumbs. “Ooohhh, yeeaaahhh~…” Cyril groans like an old man.
“Is it too rough?” Ray asks.
“No, it’s perfect.” Cyril says, his voice muffled.
“Good.” Ray keeps working those knots. “Damn, you’re tense, baby. Did you have a stressful weekend with AJ?”
“It wasn’t so bad, just a few sleepless hours.”
“Dukes, I can’t even imagine that.” Ray says. “I’m proud of you for doin’ that.”
“You… You are?” Cyril asks.
“Of course, and not just for takin’ care of a baby, but for bein’ completely over Lana and just doing a favor for a friend.”
“Thank you, Ray. That really means a lot.” Cyril smiles. “And yeah, I am SO over her. I was rambling in the car about all the things I like about you.”
“Yeah, like my legs?” Ray squeezes Cyril’s body with his knees.
“Oh God, yes.” Cyril moans. “And your face, and your hips, and ass, and how good you are to me.”
“I’m flattered, Cyril.” Ray rubs his mid-back. “I gotta admit, I have this naggin’ voice in my head that I’m not enough for you, since you mostly like women.”
“Well, kill that nagging voice, because the truth is that you’re too good for me and I don’t deserve you.”
“Aw, honey…” Ray leans down and kisses his neck. “We deserve each other.”
“If you say so. Mmmmmpphhh…” Cyril groans again when Ray gets his lower back, finding a sensitive spot. “You’re good at this.”
“Thanks.” Ray rubs out the knots. “You can thank my masseuse, I suppose.”
“You go to him often?”
“Honestly, I haven’t been in a while, not since I was first paralyzed.”
“You mean, real paralyzed or fake?” Cyril smirks.
“Real.” Ray scoots down and rubs Cyril’s calves in little circles. “I’ve done a little of everything: massage, acupuncture, acupressure, myofascial release, lymphatic drainage, and I started back up on colonic irrigations again after datin’ you.”
“Wow, I haven’t done any of those things.” Cyril is interested. “What’s myofascial release?”
“It’s pullin’ apart the connective tissues in your body that are all stuck together.” Ray explains. “Turn over, I’ll show you.”
“Alright.” Cyril flips over, adjusting his foggy glasses. When they cleared, he sees Ray in that pretty dress, and his cock twitches.
“It’s like this.” Ray puts one hand on Cyril’s thigh and another on his lower abdomen, his arms crossed. Then, he pushes the muscles down and apart.
“Oh, interesting.” Cyril feels his muscles opening. “That feels good.”
“It does.” Ray says. “It’s expensive, though.”
“Is Chinese massage your favorite?”
“Yeah, it works the best for me.” Ray tells him. “Acupuncture didn’t really work for me. Lymphatic drainage is cumbersome.”
“What’s that like?” Cyril asks.
“Regular massages are rough, you know? No pain, no gain. But lymphatic drainage is so gentle, like this.” Ray rubs the softest circles on Cyril’s arm.
“Uh, how does that accomplish anything?” Cyril raises an eyebrow.
“That’s what I thought, but it freakin’ works.” Ray says, moving to rub Cyril’s shoulders for real. “Your lymph nodes are full of fluid, and if they’ve been compromised in any way, like with an accident, plastic surgery, or cancer, they don’t drain properly. And all you gotta do to drain them is to draw little circles all over the body.”
“And then what happens?”
“You pee it all out, of course!” Ray answers. “I couldn’t stop peein’ for like 14 hours after gettin’ it.”
“I see what you mean by cumbersome, then.” Cyril smiles. “You also get colonic irrigations?”
“Three times a year, and I douche once a week.” Ray winks. “I feel as clean as a fresh-water waterfall after I get a colonic.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Cyril imagines it. “But this is really wonderful, Ray. Do you think you could give me a massage with your feet?”
“Oh honey, I’d love to, but I’d probably kill you if I did.” He picks up a leg and carefully places it next to Cyril, not wanting the heel to go through the bed. “The bionics?”
“Damn, right, I forgot.” Cyril smooths his hand on Ray’s shaved, moisturized leg. “Did you get these shoes in Chinatown?”
“No, I had these from when I went undercover in drag.” Ray says nonchalantly, moving to rub Cyril’s feet.
“Okay, so if I was drinking, I would have done a spit take.” Cyril’s eyes widen. “You were in drag? For a mission?!”
“Yeah, it was a long while ago.” Ray starts. “It was a honeypot, of course. My drag queen friend helped me get into drag and said I could keep the shoes.”
“You have a drag queen friend?”
“Abbey Rhodes.” Ray smiles. “Way back when I started workin’ for the agency, I went to celebrate in a bar in Hell’s Kitchen. When I was done, I was walkin’ by a drag club, and next to it is a little alley. I saw a queen gettin’ roughed up by some stuck-in-the-closet loser, pullin’ at her wig and trying to pull her down on her knees to suck his dick. I whipped out my shiny new gun and told him to beat it. The queen was a little scared at first, but I put my gun away. She thanked me profusely, and said I can get in to the club for free whenever she’s performing.”
“Cool. I’d like to go with you to the drag club.”
“Really? To get that gay experience?”
“To get the Ray experience.” Cyril smiles, sighing in relief as Ray finished massaging his foot. “Ah, best massage ever.” He feels more relaxed than he has in years.
“Oh honey, you know we ain’t done.” Ray cleans his hands with sanitizer. “It’s time for your… happy ending.”
“J-Jeezy Peats.” Cyril swallows, watching Ray grab the lube and drip some on his cock. “Ooo, cold…”
“I’ll warm you up real fast.” Ray lies beside him and wraps his hand around that big dick, stroking it slowly with a firm grip.
“Oh God, Ray~…” Cyril bucks up into the firm hand.
“Easy, baby.” Ray kisses his cheek and ear, his tongue dipping inside. “Let me do all the work.” He keeps moving his hand up and down, tightening and loosening his grip in a rhythm.
“Mmm~…” Cyril stops thrusting, turning his head to kiss Ray instead, who tastes like cigarettes and mints. He runs a hand through fluffy blonde hair, loving how soft and thick it is. “Ray…” He says his name like a prayer, his eyes scanning the length of Ray’s body and loving every inch, and his elegant hand on his cock stroking so masterfully… “Ray, I’m gonna come… please don’t stop…”
“Never.” Ray strokes faster, and Cyril says his name more when he comes on his stomach. “You’re always gonna be callin’ out my name, Cyril, I’ll make sure of it.” He stands, removing his tiny underwear from under the qipao, his dick hard under the dress. It made Cyril hard, too; seeing Ray in a short dress is a kink he didn’t know he had. “Get ready for the show, honey.” He pours lube on his fingers before mounting Cyril reverse cowgirl style, pulling up his dress and pushing two fingers inside of himself. “How’s the view?” He looks over his shoulder at Cyril.
“Best view in the world, Ray.” Cyril watches as Ray fingers himself, waiting until he can replace them. “Everything you do is beautiful.”
“You make me feel beautiful, puppy.” Ray adds a third finger. “And you’re a sexy dog.”
“You make me feel sexy.” Cyril blushes, taking his cock in his hand. “Please, I want to feel you around me.”
“Yes, Cyril.” Ray removes his fingers and lines himself up with that giant cock. “Mmmmnnn~…” He lowers his ass on it, getting stretched open.
“Oh, fuck~…” Cyril’s eyes roll in the back of his head, never going to get used to the feeling of Ray’s hot, tight ass. He reaches out to place his hands on Ray’s cheeks, lightly squeezing them as Ray lowers himself more.
“Sweet mother of God… it’s just so fuckin’ big…” Ray hisses, relaxing his hole the best he can and moving his hips carefully. He looks over his shoulder again, loving the aroused look on his boyfriend’s face. “You love this ass, don’t you, puppy?”
“Fuck yes, Ray, NNNGH~!” Cyril growls when Ray squeezes around him.
“Ooo, and I love this rooster.” Ray moans. “Just knowing that I can fit all of this in my ass makes me hard.” He grinds his hips until he’s fully sheathed, and they both gasp in pleasure. Oh fuck, baby~…” He starts to move his bionic hips so erotically, really big waves and slamming his ass down, the skin slapping sounds so obscene.
“H-Holy shit, Ray, that’s so… so…!” Cyril can barely handle the sight and sounds. Ray’s perfect ass jiggles as he slams it down on Cyril’s big cock.
“So what, Cyril?” Ray keens, looking at him with blown-out pupils. “Say it.”
“S-So good, and hot, and dirty, and…” He can’t take it anymore. “Let me sit up, Ray, I need to fuck you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Ray lifts himself off of Cyril, and Cyril pulls his legs in from under him and gets on his knees behind Ray. Cyril takes his cock and slips it back inside Ray, pulling him flush against him. “Oh my GOD, honey~!”
“Rrrrgh…” Cyril holds onto his boyfriend so tight and starts pumping his hips up and in, looking for Ray’s prostate.
“OOOOOHHH~!” Ray squeals when it’s hit, eyes wide and craning his head back to rest against Cyril’s shoulder, reaching a hand behind his head, too. “Oh God… oh my God, Cyril… you fuck me so good~!” Cyril growls against his neck, probably drooling on the qipao as he fucks him harder, one arm around his middle, and the other stroking his cock in time with his thrusts. “Ah… aahhhnn… fuck… fuck… CYRIILLLLL~!” Ray comes hard in Cyril’s hand, his back arching beautifully.
“Nnnnggghh, Rrraaayyyy~!” Cyril comes, spurting deep inside his lover, thrusts slowing down as he emptied himself. They sit there and breathe for a few seconds before Cyril sits back with his legs crossed, guiding Ray to sit in his lap like a baby.
“Oh Cyril, still in babysitter mode?” Ray giggles, fixing Cyril’s glasses before wrapping his arms around his neck.
“I didn’t even think of that.” Cyril says. “I just wanted to cuddle my kitten.”
“Puppy~…” Ray kisses him softly. “Ooo, you’re so good.”
“And you’re too good.” Cyril smiles.
“You want me to tone it down?” Ray raises his eyebrow.
“Never.” Cyril kisses him again. God, it’s only been a few months, but he’s fallen hard for this man. However, he doesn’t want to scare away Ray by saying those three little words. Dating Lana made him really cautious and want to take things slow, but he hopes it’s worth it to wait, just a little longer.