Chapter 2: Strange Things are Happening to Me
That night, Tommy lay in bed tossing and turning under the emerald green sheets. Sweat stood out on his brow and his breathing was heavy and full of lust. His whole body tingled, especially his nipples and groin. The dream was so exciting, Tommy felt like he was on fire.
His red uniform was slick with blood and his white boots and gloves were burned black. Heavy shackles encircled his wrists and ankles. His breathing was rapid and pained. No help was coming; it was over. Still, Tommy imagined his expression was one of defiance.
"This is where you belong, Red Ranger. On your knees in front of me."
He knelt down in front of Jason and quick as lightning; his hand shot out and seized his captive around the neck.
"Power down!" he ordered.
Jason jerked backwards trying to dislodge Tommy's hand from his throat.
Drawing his other fist back, the Green Ranger punched the Red Ranger square in the front of his helmet. He heard Jason's nose break from the impact. A cry of pain rang out.
"Power down!" he snarled again.
Again, Jason struggled and shook his head.
Angrily, Tommy pushed the injured Ranger back onto the floor and stood up. He turned and got something off the table behind him. When he turned back around, Jason could see that he held a long skinny cylinder in his hand.
"I'm going to tell you again, Red Ranger. POWER the FUCK DOWN!" he roared.
"No!" Jason yelled, his voice congested from the blood running down the back of his throat.
Viciously, Tommy stabbed the end of the cylinder to Jason's thigh and a bolt of electricity snapped in the air. The Red Ranger screamed in agony; his leg felt like it was on fire and being ripped apart at the same time.
Yanking the cattle prod back, the evil Ranger laughed. Then it came down on Jason's abdomen. The Ranger cried out and convulsed. This continued until Jason's voice was too hoarse to make even a croak.
"You feel like powering down now?" Tommy hissed. He straddled Jason's body and ground his erection against his injured body. The feel of silk on silk as their uniforms moved across each other elicited a groan from the dominant Ranger. He couldn't help it; he started moving harder and faster, his groin slipping back and forth over Jason's pelvis and groin. He could feel his climax coming…
Tommy growled as he awakened, his penis throbbing so badly he was almost afraid to touch it. It felt hot and tender; the balls so heavy. One touch of a finger would be too much. But he had to end its torment. Gently, he applied the lube he kept next to his bed and slid his hand gingerly over the shaft and head. It only took a few strokes before his cum burst through his fist onto his thighs and sheets. Panting he dropped his head back on his pillow.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm not into guys. What is this sudden preoccupation with the Red Ranger?
He slipped his legs over the edge of the bed and walked nude to his personal stash of liquor. Pouring a shot glass, he poured a fiery liquid down his throat. The burning seemed to help clear his head.
You want him.
No I don't. I'm not gay.
You want him; make him yours.
No!
He threw the glass down in a sudden rage. Shards flew across the stone floor. Turning on his heel, Tommy went to take a shower and get ready for another school day.