Title: Be Careful What You Wish For
Fandom: Tour of Duty
Summary: Sequel to "Not The Boy Next Door". Not your average L-T
Warnings: Non-Con, M/M sex, Short, mild violence.
Disclaimer: The characters and Tour of Duty belong to Zev Braun Productions and New Line. No money was made from this story. No copyright infringement intended.
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Be Careful What You Wish For
Myron Goldman sat at the bar of the Blue Parrot, smoking cigarettes, nursing a glass of Scotch and a grudge.
It had been over a week, and he was still furious at McKay for taking advantage of him like that. Damn him. It was the loss of control that pissed him off the most. He didn't like to give up control to anyone.
As he mused, one of the bar girls sidled up to him and smiled, "Hi, Joe. You buy me drink?"
Yeah sure. Why not? Perhaps a little distraction was what he needed. He signaled to the bartender, who brought her a tall glass of "Saigon Tea" - warm, overpriced coke, that all the girls drank. He smiled at her as she sipped her drink, making her giggle prettily. "My name, Sue," she said.
"Hi, Sue." Goldman was just about to settle into some serious flirting, when he noticed the last thing in the world he wanted to see...McKay. Sitting in a booth, pawing one of the bar girls and sucking on her neck.
Goldman's eyes narrowed and he started to see red. That fucking little shit. He could have just about anybody he wanted. He could come down here and pay for it. Why in the *hell* did he have to go around forcing himself on people.
An idea started to form in his mind, and Goldman realized he was suddenly developing a real taste for revenge.
He put his arm around Sue and looked at her, "You speak good English?"
"Yeah, sure, Joe."
He pointed to where McKay sat, "Do you know that girl?"
"Oh yeah, she my friend," said Sue, looking across the bar. She gave Goldman a knowing smile. "Why? you like me to get a friend?" she cooed.
"No, no," he said, watching as McKay and the girl headed into the back rooms. "There's something I want you and your friend to do. I'll pay you...pay good."
She looked at him quizzically, so he explained what he wanted from them. She seemed a bit bewildered, but agreed, and went to find her friend. Goldman flagged the bartender for another drink.
Goldman stood in the hall, waiting impatiently for the girls to come out. Finally they pushed through the tattered curtain and crossed over to Goldman.
Sue held out her hand, "We do what you tell, now you pay." She asked for an amount nearly double what they'd agreed upon, but after peeking in the room...he would have paid them anything.
He stuffed a wad of notes into their hands and shooed them away. Then he stepped into the room and admired the job he'd paid for.
Johnny McKay was lying on the bed blindfolded, naked, spread-eagled, and tied down. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Goldman smiled sadistically as he surveyed the scene. Now it was time for a little revenge.
Goldman walked quietly over to the head of the bed to check the ropes on McKay's wrists. He adjusted them a bit from the fun-and-games ties of the bar girls, to something designed for a more serious purpose.
"Oh, ho," smirked McKay, "You girls planning to get rough on me?" He writhed around seductively. Goldman paled just slightly when he saw McKay's rather large erection. No wonder it hurt.
He made sure the rest of McKay's bonds were nice and tight. There would be no questioning who was in charge now.
"Come on, girls," McKay whined, "you don't wanna keep little Johnny waitin' all night. This lonely soldier needs a whole lot of what you got, and he is more than ready to take you both on."
Goldman smirked. Hell, just letting him carry on like that might be revenge enough. He climbed on the bed and sat on McKay, straddling his stomach.
"Oh yeaahh..." McKay said, smiling. The smile started to fade immediately, though, as he realized something wasn't quite right. "Girls?" He wiggled his body experimentally, probably realizing that they hadn't been wearing pants. "What's going on here?" he asked nervously, tugging at the ties.
Goldman just sat there quietly for awhile, enjoying McKay's confusion, letting a little panic set in. He felt himself getting warm from the thrill of it.
McKay turned his head from side to side trying to hear anything that would help him. "Who the hell are you?" he asked in a low voice.
Goldman smiled grimly and thought how much fun it would be to get a translator in here to make a few nasty threats in Vietnamese.
McKay started bucking around now, trying to get any sort of reaction. "I said, who the fuck are you?" He was pissed, but with a note of panic that didn't get past Goldman.
Goldman picked up his arm and backhanded him across the mouth.
"Ow...*FUCK*," spat McKay. A tiny bit of blood began to seep from his split lip. He lay there panting, and completely on edge, waiting for the next move.
Goldman reached out to pull off McKay's blindfold, making him flinch as his hand drew near. Goldman smirked and yanked off the strip of material, tossing it on the floor.
McKay shook his head and blinked a few times, then looked up, "Goldman!" He actually sounded slightly relieved.
"I thought it was only fair you see this coming," grinned Goldman, hauling back with his fist and punching McKay as hard as he could. McKay groaned dazedly, and his head lolled to one side.
Goldman sat there surveying his handiwork and trying to decide what to do next. His heart was pounding with excitement, and he realized, with mild surprise, that he had a hard-on. This power trip thing had its appeal. He noticed a cramp starting in his leg and shifted his weight. As he did so, he became very aware of the body he was sitting on.
McKay's voice broke into his thoughts, "So, you're gonna beat the crap out of me? I'm kinda surprised it took this long." He managed a weak smile.
Goldman shifted his weight again, enjoying the sensation of warmth he got from it. Although, it was somewhat disquieting to realize he was getting horny from this...that made him too much like McKay. Still...it had been a long time since he'd gotten laid.
"Actually, McKay, I was just starting to think about that old 'eye for an eye' thing."
McKay cocked an eyebrow, but watched warily as Goldman started rubbing his crotch. Goldman unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it to full hardness. He took his time, enjoying the situation tremendously. He noticed McKay watching and sneered, "You like that, don't you."
McKay flushed, "You gonna deck me if I say yes?"
"Yeah. I just might."
McKay swallowed hard and just kept watching.
Goldman rose and backed up, until he was kneeling between McKay's legs. He spit in his hand and smoothed it over his cock, positioning himself against McKay's ass. He was surprised by the intensity of the sensations as he started to push himself inside. The heat spread quickly through his body.
Goldman let his lust take over and shoved the rest of the way in, grinning with grim satisfaction as McKay's body jerked and he cried out sharply.
Goldman fucked him aggressively, working out all his anger and frustration in what he figured was the most appropriate way.
McKay groaned and panted, tugging at his restraints, but never said a word, helplessly submitting to Goldman.
Goldman's face and body were becoming sweaty from his exertions, as he pounded into McKay. The tight, smooth heat felt wonderful, but Goldman wasn't interested in savoring the experience. He just wanted to blow off some steam, get even with McKay and get off quickly.
He looked at McKay. His body was flushed, his head was thrown back, and he was clutching the ties at his wrists with white-knuckled tension. His mouth was open, and his breathing ragged and quick.
Goldman could feel his groin tighten up and knew he was about to come. He thrust powerfully into McKay, making him wince, and exploded into him with a climax that was far more satisfying than he'd expected it to be in the situation. He groaned loudly and rode it out, gripping McKay's thigh. When he was finished, he pulled out quickly, hearing McKay suck in his breath sharply.
Goldman climbed off the bed and buttoned up his pants. As he was lighting up a cigarette, he noticed McKay had a raging hard-on. He glanced up to McKay's face. Sexual frustration was written all over it. Goldman grinned when McKay looked at him. He knew McKay had too much pride to ask him to finish the job. That, in and of itself, was the best revenge of all.
Goldman let the cigarette dangle from his mouth as he pulled out his wallet. "You know...you were right, McKay," he said, taking out a few wrinkled notes and tossing them on McKay's chest, "You are very good." He stuck the wallet back in his pocket and headed for the door.
"Goldman?! You're not gonna leave me tied up here, are you?" gasped McKay.
Goldman paused, his back to McKay, and thought it over. Finally, he returned to the bed. He looked down at McKay, noticing both the look of relief, and the bruise forming around his eye.
"I'm sure they'll find you when they start to close up," he said, and turned on his heel and walked out the door.