AN: Hooray for chapter 3! Things start to heat up here and Mikey loses his clothes. Still all pretty light for sexual tension but next chapter should get pretty hot.

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"NO! Stop it! Get off of me!" Mike yelled in protest. He bucked his hips in protest to try and stop Joe from undressing him.

Joe's hand found the knife again and quickly had it Mike's neck. He pushed hard enough to break some skin and a trickle of red ran down the blade. "I'm trying to be the nice guy here, Mike. I don't have to be."

"Just kill me then. I'm not telling you a god damned thing and I don't want you to lay a finger on me!" Mike was fuming. He honestly would rather die than be defiled by this man.

"You know, I really admire your gumption Mike. How about this? If you can manage to stay flaccid for the next 20 minutes, I'll kill you nice and quick. Knife right across the throat, hm?"

Mike breathed hard and his heart pumped. Tears were forming in his eyes but he blinked them away. His voice was betraying the tough exterior he wanted to convey, "and if I don't? Do you really expect me to believe you're going to let me live?"

"Well you seem pretty sure of yourself that you won't pop a boner anytime soon for me, but either way you can end this whenever you please. You just tell me where my wife is and I'll let you go. Honest. Scouts honor!" Joe raised his hand up in the scout fashion.

There was a frog caught in Mike's throat. He looked away from Joe. He knew he wasn't going to tell him anything and he also knew he wasn't going to get a hard on from this guy. So that just left him with 20 minutes left to live. He hoped Ryan wouldn't blame himself. This wasn't his fault.

He swallowed hard again. "Fine," he coughed up. "20 minutes, and then you'll kill me quickly." Mike accidently let a tear drop from his eye.

"Ohhh, come'on Mike. That's no way to act!" Joe placed both hands on Mike's face to ensure he was listening. "I have confidence that this will all go very well for you. You'll have fun, you'll tell me where my wife is, and I'll let you go. Although you may even want to stay by the time we're done."

Mike didn't respond. Instead he just closed his eyes and looked up, counting down his life in his mind.

"Now then," Joe's hands returned to Mike's jean button.

*snap*

The button gave way from the fabric and gave some slack to his jeans. Joe took hold of the zipper and slowly pulled it down over Mike's package.

"I like the briefs, Mike. They're very, you." Joe smiled.

The dark gray boxer briefs Mike was wearing were snug. He loved the way boxer briefs hugged his frame. They highlighted his round butt and almost pushed up his package to give a bigger bulge. He loved them, but hated that he had them on today.

Joe snaked his fingers underneath the denim and traced the elastic of Mike's underwear along to the side of his hips. In a quick motion, Joe pantsed Mike, brining his jeans down to his ankles.

There Mike stood, bound in an X with only his tight, dark briefs shielding him from whatever Joe had planned.

"You are a beautiful creature, you know that Mike?" Joe asked. He studied Mike's body from a foot or two away like he was admiring a sculpture in a museum. Mike just sighed. He kept his eyes closed still.

Joe placed his thumb on Mike's bottom lip. This startled him, and Mike opened his eyes to register the feeling. Joe just smiled kindly, and trailed his thumb downward. He made a slow steady line to one of Mike's nipples. Once his thumb arrived, he gave it a playful flip.

"Mmph!" Mike angrily sighed.

"Nothing yet?" Joe asked. "Are you feeling the effects of the drug?"

"Just kill me already!" Mike yelled.

"Oh no, we've still got at least 18 minutes for me to try and win you over."

Joe quickly pinched Mike's nipple before continuing south. He switched to his index finger as he got to Mike's package. In the tight briefs it was clear to make the outline of his cock and balls. Joe admired Mike's goods through the dark fabric. Nothing seemed extraordinary, but maybe above average. His cock, still unfortunately soft, was nestled atop a plump ball sack.

Joe moved his finger left and right, tracing Mike's cock with his movements. Mike only felt disgusted as he did this, but then 'Oh no' Mike thought.

It was gradual, but he could tell something in his body was changing. The disgust he was just feeling started to waiver and was replaced with a curious intimacy. Joe's finger on his cock became interesting. Mike tried to push the thoughts away but he couldn't. The harder he tried the louder the thoughts became.

'Does that feel good? It's a man's hand you know. Do you like Joe Carroll? Isn't he sexy? Am I gay now? Aren't you curious?'

He felt the muscle in the base of his cock contract. He hoped for a second that Joe wouldn't have noticed but he wasn't that lucky.

"Oh, there we go! I think you may be starting to enjoy this. Is it the drugs, or something else, Mike?" Joe looked into Mike's eyes.

Mike squinted hard and tried to will the emotion away. "Shut up, you sicko!"

"Hmm, let's see."

All too quick Joe had grabbed the sides of Mike's boxers and pulled them down to his knees. The cold air hit Mike's genitals and, thankfully, help subdue the rising attraction for a moment. Then he opened his eyes. He realized he was now naked before this serial killer.

Joe was again admiring Mike. His eyebrows were raised and his expression hinted at his interest in what he was looking at. Mike knew what he was looking at.

Mike never had a future in porn, not that he would have wanted that, but he knew where he stacked up. Years of sports and police work gave him lots of shared shower experiences. His cock was average, maybe a bit above, but he had nice balls. At least he thought so. Mike also kept himself well groomed. A thin covering of hair topped his cock but his balls were shaven bare. He knew how to make what he had look great. He regretted that now.

"Very nice set of jewels you have Mike. I must say I have some things to learn from you in that region." Joe coughed to clear his throat. "You're circumcised though. It's a shame that someone's already cut you before."

Joe reached out to grab Mike's cock when a knock at the door surprised them both. Joe replaced his hand to his side and asked, "Yes? What is it?"

"It's Roderick, I have news," came Roderick's voice through the door.

Joe sighed, looked at Mike, and shook his head. "We'll have to pause this little rendezvous for a moment. I'm so sorry for the interruption." He then turned to open the door.

On the other side was Roderick, but also Emma. They both looked at Joe but then past him to see Mike, strapped up and naked. Emma glared a bit and Roderick just chuckled. Mike felt incredibly uncomfortable being on display in this state. He wasn't an exhibitionist in any fashion.

Roderick said some things quietly to Joe so that Mike couldn't make it out. After a quick back and forth, Joe said "Yes, of course."

He then turned and came back to Mike. "I hate to do this, but I have something urgent that needs my attention." He placed a hand on Mike's cheek. "I will be back though, I promise."

Joe turned around and snapped a finger at Roderick. "In the meantime, Roderick here will get things started."

"I will?" Roderick asked, wide-eyed.

"Yes, you will Roderick." Joe turned back to Mike, "If when I get back you still aren't, erm, enjoying yourself, then I will kill you nice and quick as we agreed. However, Roderick here is quite a handsome fellah. I think you two will hit it off nicely."

Joe turned and whispered something into Roderick's ear. Roderick rolled his eyes and sighed, clearly not happy with his task. Then Joe was gone out the door with Emma, who got one last look with a smirk, and they were gone.

Roderick slowly walked back to the door and closed it. Turning, he leaned his back against the door and faced Mike.

"If you want, you can just let me go," Mike offered.

"'Fraid that's not gonna happen champ."

Mike sighed. "Well can you at least pull my pants back up? I feel weird being the naked, tied-up guy, in the room."

Roderick sighed too and pushed himself off the door. "'Fraid that's not gonna happen either Mikey. But, you won't be the only naked guy."

Mike's eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed as Roderick began to unbutton his shirt. Roderick's expression morphed from boredom to lust in an instant.