A story of finding yourself, love, and the things we do to get there. — Save Me!
Save Me!
Chapter One
Benji
“I triple dog dare you,” Chuck pressed with a smirk. Sometimes, I hated my best friend. Rarely, I loved him, but he had been there for me since junior high when I tripped over my own feet during football tryouts.
“Are we ten?” I rolled my eyes, and a wave of dizziness had me stumbling backward a couple of steps. “Besides, you skipped dare and double dare.” If my words sounded slightly slurred, I didn’t notice.
“I figured I’d pull out the big guns,” he chortled, and everyone around us joined him.
We’d all drunk a little too much of everything, making my head spin, and were talking about stupid shit like could a vacuum cleaner suck a guy off. I said no, but others disagreed. Personally, I enjoyed the wet heat of a mouth and the way a tongue licked me, swirling around my crown. A vacuum couldn’t do that for me.
Rolling my eyes, I finally gave in, deciding to blame the alcohol for my bad decisions. Since I was only wearing my jeans, although I didn’t remember taking off my T-shirt, I stripped down to nothing, not embarrassed even a little. Not only did I have a high IQ, but I had a nine-inch, thick, cut dick that I’d had no complaints about from any of my previous boyfriends and lovers. Plus, I was stacked and had muscles for days, plus, deep blue eyes and blond waves. I was literally the stereotypical All-American boy next door. Many thought I played football or some other sport, but not me, I chose to play with Petri dishes and chemicals.
Chuck handed me the vacuum hose, and I stared at it dubiously. I didn’t think my cock would fit. “Are you sure about this? Maybe we should measure?” I suggested a little hesitantly. Just thinking about my cock possibly getting stuck was sobering me up faster than a cold shower and coffee. And yes, I understood only time could get alcohol out of your system, but we all had those small moments of sobriety.
The dumbass got a piece of dental floss and wrapped it around my prick then the nozzle to the hose. “See, I told you. Now I quadruple…NO! I ten times dog dare you.”
“Fine,” I dragged out with a huff. Sobriety only lasted a split second before I did the stupidest thing. “Wait!” I stepped back, a brilliant idea popping into my head. “Let me put it in first, and then you can turn it on.” See? Genius.
The tip fit, and as I slid my dick in, the fit was snug, but not so small that I couldn’t slide in. Sadly, that was where my luck ran out. Chuck flipped on the power switch, my cock was yanked further into the tube, and then one of my balls followed. It felt as if it was being ripped off, and I screamed loud, piercing, and high-pitched. If I didn’t know better, I’d say a five-year-old girl possessed me and just had her candy taken away. “Turn it off! Turn it off!” He did, but I couldn’t get the tube to disengage, and it hurt like a mother fucker! “Call 9-1-1,” I cried.
I thought back to when I was four and believed I’d lost my penis. Maybe this time, I really would.
Lucas
When I got the call that someone was screaming and that it was bloodcurdling, I turned on my lights and rushed to the scene. I kind of expected a gruesome murder scene, but that was not what waited for me.
The apartment was empty save for the one lone person lying on his side completely naked. The only thing adorning his body was one vacuum hose. Was he fucking the machine? His dick was caught, and when he lifted his head to see who had come in, he screamed again. I couldn’t even begin to imagine the amount of pain he was in because it was hard to miss how things hanging outside the hose were starting to turn slightly purple, and not in a good way.
I stood there flabbergasted for a minute before his piercing scream broke through the shock. I swallowed my words and my errant thoughts and moved to his side. Thankfully, the vacuum was off, but the guy had a death grip on the base of it. “I’m Officer Lucas Gambit. Wh-What happened?” I pretended that my voice didn’t crack. Now that I was closer, I could see how bad it was, and all I could think was FUUUUUCK! It pained me to see his predicament.
“Does it really matter?” he snapped and lifted his head, his stunning blue eyes meeting mine. “I just need this fucking thing off!”
I reached out, and he screeched, “Don’t touch it!”
Dragging my hand across my face, I used my other hand to reach for my radio and call for paramedics and fire department. I wasn’t trying to embarrass him, but this went beyond any training I’d ever received.
“Okay, the fire department is on their way with a bus. Is there anything I can do to help? Do you want to tell me how this happened?” I was almost afraid to ask, but I needed to know, although I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to report this.
“Alcohol,” he groaned, and I almost laughed. Wasn’t alcohol the cause a lot of the time?
“What’s your name?”
“Benji Roberts,” he said through gritted teeth. I didn’t blame him, but if I could keep him talking, maybe I could get his mind off the current situation and the fact his cock and more had been sucked into a vacuum.
“How old are you, Benji?”
He hissed in pain before he answered, “Twenty-four.”
I thought he was younger. Perfect tanned skin, beach blond hair, and blue eyes that showed every emotion and more that he was experiencing. When I’d asked, I thought he would say something like nineteen, not because alcohol led to his current situation, but he seemed younger to me. “Anyone I can call for you? Your girlfriend or someone?”
“No girlfriend because I go for the D.”
My heart did not just squeeze and speed up hearing that. It couldn’t. I cleared my throat as I looked out the window and silently begged the fire department to hurry. Didn’t they know this was an emergency? “Boyfriend, then?”
“No. He was an asshole, not together anymore.”
“Family, friends?”
“Sister. Call my sister, Emily.”
“Do you have her number?”
“Actually, don’t call her. I don’t want to hear anything about common sense and my lack of it.”
Again, I almost laughed, but I held myself back. “Okay, I won’t call her, but is there anyone else I can call for you?”
His head dropped, and he let out a long rush of air he’d been holding for a while. “No, no one. I’ve got no one.” He almost sounded defeated with his shoulders slumped and his face hidden in the shadow of his hair.
I wanted to reach out and hold him, to tell him that he did have someone even if he didn’t think he did, but that was probably the worst thing I could do. “Nah, you aren’t alone. I’m here.”
Barking with laughter, he shook his head, but soon, he was groaning in pain. “You’re here because someone decided to call Des Moines Police, which I’m grateful for since I can barely move an atom in my body without pain.”
“Atom?” Usually, when people said they couldn’t move something, they didn’t get down to atoms.
“Yes, the thing you’re made of, smaller than a molecule, but not the smallest particle known.”