"What the fuck did you do with my Spy?!" Scout yelled in the face of his captor.
"He's a little tied up at ze moment," Blu Spy gave a soft chuckle. "But don't worry he won't be interrupting us tonight. No one will."
"You're freakin' psycho! Help! Someone!" Scout cried.
A crack echoed through the room suddenly as the Spy delivered a swift slap across his captive's face. Scout narrowed his eyes at the man and spat a glob of blood to the floor beside him; the suddenness of the hit had caused him to bite his own tongue.
"There is no need for zat mon petite lapin. No one can hear you. They're all outside, enjoying ze party. Let's say we have a party all of our own."
In a quick flick the Blu Spy had his butterfly knife out, armed and ready. Sitting up straight now on Scout's pelvis, the Spy slipped the blade at the bottom of the boy's shirt and slowly dragged it up, cutting the fabric in half. The Spy took a minute to relish in his accomplishments staring at the bare chested man. Droplets of sweat had begun to form on the smooth skin. As the Spy began to carefully undress himself, Scout felt sick at how similar the Blu Spy did this to his own Spy.
"Stop! Now!" Scout yelled his heart keeping time in his ears. "Let me go you motherfucker... you..."
Spy looked up at the young man momentarily and a wicked grin spread along his face, to see tears beginning to form in the young man's eyes.
Spy gave a sound of chastisement and taking his tie, fixed it securely around the boy mouth.
"What did I say? fermer la bouche, s'il vous plait." Spy spoke as if talking to a young child.
Finally, having most of his ensemble gently laid out on the floor beside him, the Spy began to unbuckle his pants. Scout gulped and tried to avert his eyes from the scene laid out before him. Taking note of this Blu Spy brought his face up to his bare chest and began to suckle on one of his nipples.
"Come on, mon cher don't look away, I'll make zis just as pleasurable for you as I will for myself," Spy lied soothingly. "Just relax and take what you deserve."
Blu Spy now bit down hard on Scout's soft fresh and a stifled cry came from the boy. With a smirk the Spy slowly unbuckled the young man's pants. The night was still young, and Blu Spy was planning on savouring every minute of it.
Oh man! Tied up at the moment! Get it? I'm a comedic genius! No one's ever thought of that one before!
Anyway here's more proof that I might have a serious problem.