Page 75 of Hunter's Hidden Camera
“Get out of here,” says the twink. “I’mthe bukkake boy, notyou. Not you!”
“I’m not gonna suck any of your dicks,” I say. “I’m just hiding.”
The twink elbows me in the side. “I said go!”
“Shhhhh.” I hold my finger up to my lips.
One of the men above me says, “All right! We got another cocksucker who wants in on the action.”
A few other men chime in with some “yeahs!”
“This new one’s got a real pretty mouth,” says one man.
And yet another: “Those are dick-sucking lips.”
It smells like old sweat down here. Two erect penises suddenly jab me on both sides of my face. My cheeks now feel damp. When I shuffle back a little, the palm of my right hand squishes onto something sticky.
“Get out!” yells the twink.
He uses both hands to push me completely out of the circle of dicks. I land on my back, releasing my heap of clothes onto the floor next to me.
I grab the clothes and crawl on the floor, trying to navigate through various people and their body parts. But then I bump into a pair of legs.
Before I can look up, a foot slams into my stomach. I roll over onto my back in pain.
The guy who was chasing me kneels down. “Who are you?!”
He reaches for my mask. I grab hold of his wrists and push back against him.
I sweep his leg, and he falls onto his side. Now on the floor, he lunges toward me.
But before he can make contact, a security guard pulls him away and holds him back.
The second security guard jumps onto me and pins me down. His body crushes my exposed balls. He smacks me across theface with an open palm. My mask slips halfway off, but I manage to turn my head away from the guy.
The guard on top of me reaches behind himself and pulls out a nightstick. He raises it in the air and positions it so that it looks like he’s going to smash it against my skull.
I try to writhe away, but the guard is too big and strong. I close my eyes.
Then I hear: “Yo!”
I open my eyes, and I see Oscar (from my vantage point, he’s upside down) standing in front of me and this security guard. Oscar is holding in his hand what looks like my survival knife. It’s unfolded and ready to go.
Oscar says to the guard, “Put that nightstick down, bitch!”
All of the clientele who are near us stop what they’re doing and back away.
The guard assesses the threat level. Oscar has the right amount of crazy in his eyes. The guard decides to put down the nightstick.
“Now get off of him!” commands Oscar.
The guard climbs off of me.
I grab my clothes and cover my crotch.
Oscar looks at me. “Let’s go, bro.”
Once I’m on my feet, Oscar and I run. We rip through the fog, go past bodies, fly down the hallway, run through the lobby, and speed down the stairs of the building.
