Nightmare Summer as a Lifeguard - Part 6 (Escape)

Disclaimer: All people involved are over 18 and this is a work of fiction.

People we've met:

• Cody (me) 19 years, 5'6, 130 pounds with a lean swimmer's build, white with freckles, short-black-curly hair, and green eyes.
• David (boss at local swimming pool who just force-fucked me multiple times). Somewhere near 50 years, around 6'0, over 240 pounds with a weathered dad bod, slightly tan complexion, thick hair on his arms and legs, some greying in his otherwise black, short hair with a receding hairline.
• Kitt (random jock-dad that asked me out before he left the pool, turns out he's good friends with David). Early 40s, silver haired, jock.

- After Kitt had tied and beat me to exhaustion. After I had gotten revenge. As I lay on the bench above his body. (Part 5) -

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I'd never seen a dead body before. I'd seen a hundred or more movies or shows with someone dying, often in a fantastical or romantic type of way. Occasionally there would be one done in a quick and brutal one like this. It was funny watch what Hollywood got right and wrong about the whole ordeal.

Focus.

Dammit, now Kitt's instructions were haunting me. Great. But I wiped my smile off my face and took in my surroundings.

What should I do?

I had very many options, and they all seemed obvious. I could call the cops. They would get here, and do their thing. Kitt being dead was probably not a great starting point, but this was self defense, right? So, it shouldn't be that big of a deal. My parents will probably find out though, when the cops take me into custody. What a fun way to "come out."

I could just leave. We're in a shower, I could shower off all our... juices and then just leave. Kitt is probably loaded with drugs. This can be David's problem.

David.

Fuck. I practically forgot about him. When's he coming back? He could pin this all on me. But then he'd be pinning it on himself right? Loads of drugs. Kidnapping me. Torturing me. All the forcing on my body. Surely he was in a predicament too, right? I mean, what was gonna happen when this weekend ended? They would just let me go?

No.

It hit me like Mack truck. I was never going to leave this weekend alive or at least not leave it free. Kitt's threats. David's threats. Their cavalier attitude with everything. They had done this sort of thing before. How many gay guys have they lured in, drugged, fucked, and/or disappeared?

I stood up. It hurts all over. I reflect on the pain of the weekend, and look down at Kitt's corpse. Fighting through the pain, I grab him by his ankle and drag him over to the corner of the showers, pulling a curtain, and start hosing him down. I do everything I can to hide him around the corner so David would never see him unless he walked into the center of the shower bay. I showered everything I could see down the drains.

As I was making my way out of the shower bay and into the locker rooms, I caught myself in the mirror for the first time since all of Kitt's atrocities. Red, blue, and purple bruises abounded all over. My ass was bright red and speckled with small cuts amongst all the bruised flesh.

I heard a chime. I had no idea where my phone was, but Kitt left his by the gym bag of sex toys. I couldn't see all the notifications, but I saw the preview of a text from David: "OMW, be there in..."

Yeah. There was only one solution for me to get out of this.

I stared at my nude, frail, and brutalized body in the mirror, and shored up my nerves. Taking a deep breath, letting it all out, I made my way out of the locker rooms and up the stairs, back to David's office to get ready.

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David's POV:

Some thrash metal played in the car speakers. I didn't know the band's name, but they sounded like a Megadeth knock off or wannabe. Everyone just wants to imitate the past, no one cares about making something new and quality anymore. Despite my complaints, it did had a kick-ass riff and solo.

My nerves were all over. I had left Kitt with our playthings before. But never this long. Normally it was just an hour or two. This was nearly half the day. I could understand why he was so jealous of my extra time with Cody. But despite all the time Kitt spent at clubs, it was me with the full family that brought in most of our guys. Running a swimming pool in a college town offered a surprising amount of opportunities. That and my wife actually respects my privacy as I do hers, and I can run Grindr and Sniffies as I wish without issue.

Last turn...

This light was always the longest. Shortest green arrow in the city, probably in all of Cali. You were lucky if 3-4 cars got through it before it became red again. I could see the pool down the street, less than half a mile. Finally as the light turned green, I made my way down the street and to the pool. I parked next to Kitt's SUV, and got out. There was a minivan out front, with an older woman standing outside of it and staring at my gate, with my recently displayed "CLOSED for REPAIRS" sign chained to it.

The woman spoke up, "Well that's disappointing. Excuse me, do you work here?" I was walking up to the gate and looked back to her, "I do ma'am. Still busy with the repairs, not safe for public use yet. Should be good by Monday." She balked, "Well this wasn't in the public schedule on your website, or in the community newsletter." I did my best to stop from rolling my eyes, this bitch had no idea that patience I was already displaying. I returned, "You're absolute right, ma'am. But we had 2 pumps break, if I don't fix them, then the damage could become worse and we'd lose the pool for weeks, if not months."

She tossed up her arms and started back towards her minivan, "Well, maybe we should schedule some regular maintenance, yeah? Something I'll bring up to city council next month, perhaps." Just what I needed, another Karen. But I smiled and said, "As you wish ma'am. I'm a big supporter of our citizens speaking their mind and using their voice." She still seemed to pout but finally got in her damn car and drove away.

I opened the black metal fence door, walked through, and locked it again behind me. Per usual, I scanned the streets, just in case any suspicious activity was about. The coast looked clear and I went on in.

As I reached the first couple of steps that led into the hallway that passed through the underneath of the building and right into the pool, I felt a cramp in my calf followed by my back tightening up in the lower right. "God dammit," I muttered to myself. I left most of my pills here with Kitt to keep Cody in line. And I didn't expect to have been gone the whole day. I knew I was overdoing it with my dosages, but the pain was too much. I couldn't function without them.

I walked into the tunnel hall which is lined with places for the patrons. Concessions to the left, staircase to the offices on the right. Further down there were men's lockers to the left and women's to the right. And then the double doors that led to the pool in the back. Almost like muscle memory, I started to go to the back by the lockers to open up the pool. But I caught myself and chuckled as I grumbled, "You closed the dang pool, you fuckin' idiot, haha."

That's when I heard it. More thrash metal. But this time it was coming from upstairs. Kitt was probably loading up on my drugs and fucking the shit out of Cody unconscious. Well, probably conscious, at least for a while. Kitt loved to play with his food, even more than me. I knew he was a sick fuck when I was down-range with him. We learned a lot about each other while we were deployed. Easy enough targets out there, guys get desperate, and they're full of shame. That's what made Cody such a prime target. Cute as fuck, but still ashamed.

I made my way upstairs and the music got louder. Kitt's favorite, Metallica's "Kill 'Em All" echoed all about with it's high-octane energy. The music grew to it's full potential as I swung open my office door, expecting Kitt to be fucking Cody in a swing while he tickled his feet or some shit. But no.

Cody was alone, asleep (or knocked out since the music was so loud) and tied down to the bed, on his back, spread out like the Vitruvian Man. A ball gag was in his mouth as well. "Kitt?" I shouted for his name, and looked around the other offices and the bathroom up here, but no sign of him. I went into my office and took in the beautiful site of Cody looking so vulnerable.

Wait a minute... Jesus... Kitt did a number on him.

Cody was bruised and beaten all over. "Dammit, Kitt. You're supposed to wait 'til the last day to do that heavy shit." I don't know who I was speaking to, but hopefully he heard me, wherever he was. I walked all the way into the office to go check Cody for a pulse, but I saw his chest rising as I walked in. It was slow. Still better check the pulse, so I did. It was steady, but a little low. He definitely drugged him up, or he beat him unconscious and is trying to wake him up with this music.

I looked over to the desk to turn it off and go find Kitt, but I noticed a note, next to a small glass of water, and a bottle of water.

The note was written in marker, likely from my dry erase board. It read,

"Had to ditch to deal with a work call. I walked down to the coffee shop down the road. The rest is yours for now, I'll come back later, so try to save a little for me. P.S. I made you a cocktail as well, might need another stir. This one hits extra special. Enjoy. -Kitt"

In another world, neither Kitt nor I ever got married and had a family, and instead we got together and lived this lifestyle more regularly. But not this world. A smile cracked across my face, which caused me to need to itch my fuzzy beard. Only Kitt knew about how much pain I was regularly in. We'd been getting each other drugs, more than the VA would get alone, for years. I'd fucked young desperate guys with him while drugged more than I had ever fucked my wife.

With my smile still cracking, I shook the glass of water some more, watching the powdered pills and whatever else Kitt put in, spin about and dissolve. I downed it like a fresh glass of orange juice after a full breakfast. A big exhale lets loose as I take in the moment and get ready for the high to hit me. I smacked my lips, and realized how dehydrated I would get from these pills. I cracked open one of the bottles of water also on the desk and downed it in several gulps, gasping out the refreshment once it was all down.

Now... where was I.

I looked down at Cody, spread so far and looking so vulnerable. I couldn't even help myself, I felt my cock rise instantly in my cargo shorts. I rubbed the outside of them feeling my cock thicken and stir, until I couldn't hold back any more. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and dropped my cargo shorts to the ground. I kicked off my sandals with my shorts and boxers, tossing them off to some far corner of the room.

Even with all his bruises, he looked so soft and tender. But don't let that look fool ya. In the end, all these college boys are bitches and teases. Cody was no different. Best to have my way with him and move on. Tossing off my shirt, I crawled up on the hide-a-bed with Cody's limp body.

"First thing's first, how much work am I gonna have to do, boy." He couldn't hear me, but I liked to talk to them even when they were like this. I felt respected when I did it. I leaned over and placed a finger at Cody's pink and abused hole. Poor guy had def seen a lot of action, but still looked tight.

"Oh... Looks like you're already lubed up for me. Good boy." I slipped in 2 fingers with ease. The 3rd took another minute or so, but that too gave into my demands. I sat on my knees, stroking my thick dick, and lined up my monster with his bussy.

It felt so warm. So soft. Like it was made for my cock. I slid in with relative ease, feeling the pressure of how his sphincter enveloped my dick. I kept sliding until finally my balls touched his butt-cheeks. I sat there for a few mins, just soaking in the heavy metal playing with a hot college boy pierced on my cock like a rotisserie. I started playing with my nipples and felt my dick pulse in reaction to my sensitive nerves there. If possible I was getting harder while inside Cody, stretching his hairless hole even more.

With a deep inhale and exhale, I started to fuck this slut. In-and-out. I pierced his flesh over and over, until I realized I was starting to match the beat of the song. I grinned so stupidly when I recognized it. Life's little pleasures, ya know? Back to business now I leaned over him like a gorilla in a powerful stance and really began to plow into Cody. I watched his freckled face as his whole body shook about on the bed in reaction to my powerful thrusts. I was nearly twice his size, and it felt good to hold that over him.

He was our bitch this weekend, our slut. It felt good to own him, to dictate what happens to him, to control his pleasure, if we allowed him any. Speaking of pleasure... "What the hell?"

I don't believe it. Cody had a semi. The boy was unconscious, whether from drugs, exhaustion, or Kitt's physicality. And yet, he was getting hard. "God-damn! My dick must be that good, or Cody... you're an even bigger slut than I imagined!" I exclaimed my surprise and kept fucking him with everything I had.

My vision started to blur a bit, but that was common as Kitt's cocktail probably was starting to kick in. A good fuck was a great way to get the blood pumping and make the drugs hit harder and faster than usual. And this boy got the blood pumping. I grabbed him by his small and slim waist and pulled him in close as I just laid into him. I watched as my cock disappeared into his hole and reappeared again over and over with such speed. Sometimes, my stomach would get in the way just enough that I couldn't see my cock go all the way into his hole. So I straightened my back and sucked in my gut. It was too pretty a sight to ignore.

More and more, I ravaged him. I thought about changing positions over and over, but my mind was becoming overwhelmed between the high of the pills and the thrill of fucking Cody with unleashed controls or constraints. He was mine, and I would have him. I would breed him.

The thoughts of my cum filling him triggered the reality. I had to catch myself from falling and crushing him, as I unloaded all my fury inside of him. Stream after stream of my semen poured into him like a river. I caught myself. Caught my breath. Sat mostly upright on my knees still, and soaked it all in. It felt wrong to pull out, but my knees would kill me if I stayed like this much longer.

I slipped out, hearing a light plop as my tip left it's burrow. I stood up quickly off the bed, but had to catch myself as I stumbled and almost fell on the floor. I made it to a wall and stood with my back against it.

"You're getting old, David." I spoke out loud to myself calmly yet playfully. "If ya can't handle the heat, don't play with fire." As I spoke other things to assure and stabilize myself, I noticed it was getting hard to focus. The room was starting to spin and my stomach was starting to ache. Maybe my wife's lasagna was not agreeing with me, especially with how hard I was hitting the pills this weekend.

No... something wasn't right.

"KITT!?!" I shouted desperately. "I think you fucked up the ratios!" I struggled to see. My eyes would come to for a blurred couple of seconds and then back to black. I tried to feel myself around between the spotted vision, I made my way to the mini fridge and downed another water. This had never happened before. I needed to call 911. First Kitt. Call him first and see if this is expected. My phone was... where? I'm naked, ya dumb fuck. Where? My shorts!

I turned 180 quickly to look for my shorts on the floor, only to find myself slide and fall onto the floor itself, bruising my tailbone. I looked across the room and my shorts were floating in the air. Stupid fucking high. Wait... They shorts weren't floating. They were being held. It took me forever to focus, until I saw a bruised and naked twink holding my shorts and pulling out my phone, tossing my shorts to the floor, and then sitting in a chair behind the desk.

"Cody?!?"

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Back to Cody's POV:

That took long enough. I was hoping he would have passed out before he fucked me again, but I needed to keep him here and not off looking for Kitt and stumbling across his body. Part of me wanted to leave now, but I needed to make sure he was done. I couldn't risk it. Besides, I needed to get my things and... shower off David's nasty cum out of me again.

I had his keys and phone, so I started opening drawers until one of them didn't open. It took me several minutes to try the right key, and go figure, it was a key I had never seen or used before. But I unlocked the drawer and pulled it open. There was my phone, wallet, keys, and my clothes all in 2 plastic bags.

Who knew what they were gonna do with me when this weekend was done. Blackmailed forever into a sex slave? Killed and dumped somewhere? No thanks. I turned on my phone. 37 texts and DMs, 8 missed calls. Mostly from friends from college wanting to hangout and wondering where I was. Others from the other lifeguards, celebrating that they didn't have to work this weekend due to the water main David told them about.

"God... you're such a piece of shit." I mumbled out loud and looked over to David, who was starting to drool as he swayed back and forth. I heard a moan and mumble from him, but couldn't make out any words. Hopefully he'd be gone soon. I stood up, still nude, thankfully my hard-on had now disappeared. My fucking cock had almost gave me away as I pretended to sleep through David pathetically forcing himself on me again. But his blood got pumping, and now the mix I poured for him was hitting him hard. I had no idea what to mix, so I just crushed dozens and dozens of pills and tossed them all in there. It took forever to stir, and still there was floating particles of the pills. Fortunately, my forged note from Kitt dispelled any caution David had.

There were so many things I wanted to do. So much revenge to be had. But I didn't have time for that. My bare feet patted the floor as I walked over to the drooling and hopefully dying David. I squatted down in front of him, probably teasing his sick mind, with my cock and balls hanging low in front of him. A treat he can no longer have.

"I hope it was worth it, you fat fuck. You'll never hurt anyone again." I had to hold back my tears, but I had plenty of rage to accomplish that task. He moaned... something unintelligible before sliding sideways and conking his head on the floor. I watched as the light faded from his eyes, similar to Kitt.

Finally I was safe.

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Epilogue, Cody's POV.

It was surprising how much David and Kitt's meticulousness made covering up my actions far too easy. They had turned off the few security cameras the pool building had. No footage was made for the entire weekend. The last footage I found was the end of my last shift, before I was cleaning up and met Kitt. They knew, even back then, what they were going to do.

I showered myself off and cleaned well. I searched for any of my blood, and had to clean off some I found on Kitt's leather straps. Other than that, I wasn't concerned with anything else. I worked there for a year, several people did. DNA was anywhere. I got what little blood I could find and any of my cum I could find.

But as the cops would conclude, the scene would explain itself. Two lovers have a fight. An accident happens, the other OD's out of depression for the tragedy. An easy to swallow pill for the cops. They questioned me and all the other life guards. I felt bad that I had to let another lifeguard discover the situation on Monday morning. If it was me, it would add suspicion.

But for me, it was merely a few weeks before I was never bothered by the cops, reporters, or anyone else.

Now here I was, taking a guy by the hand in a club to the bathroom for some extra fun.

"You sure you're okay with this? I'm fine with just a blowjob." My latest talking dildo was very concerned for me. How sweet. Didn't catch his name. But I caught his package while we were dancing and I needed it. I needed to feel something again. Just like yesterday. Just like the day before that. And the day before that one. I shout at him right as we're about to walk into the bathroom, the clubs bass pounding out most of our voices. "Totally! You won't last for 2 mins anyway! It'll be fun!" He seemed to take that as a challenge as he said, "Oh really? Bet!"

We made our way to the handicap stall and shut it, unconcerned with anyone else seeing or hearing us. I warmed up his cock with a quick blowie, stood up, turned around, I dropped my pants to the ground, displaying my bubbly butt in a bright blue and green jockstrap, spreading my legs as I leaned against the wall.

"Holy shit, you're a fucking god. I'm gonna enjoy the hell out of this." He tried to whisper but he was too drunk to realize he was announcing our hookup to the other drunks taking a piss or sniffing a line in another stall. He lined up his cock with my tight hole, and started to spit on it. I encouraged him, "Trust me, you don't have to worry about that shit. Just do it, before I change my mind."

With that, he started pushing in, doing his best fill me. I took him in quickly and began to milk his cock with my ass as he started thrusting up inside me. He was fine. Nothing to write home about, but a decent bod with a decent cock, and he poured a decent load inside of me. He stayed inside me for minute, laying his head on the back of my neck as he recovered his breathing. I took the opportunity to squeeze his average dick with my hole a few more times.

He exclaimed, "Holy fuck, man. You're like a professional fucking bottom."

I pulled off his cock and pulled up my pants and acknowledged his compliment, "Thanks. I've learned a thing or two."

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The End