Dark
Memories
by Frankie
The hotel bar was crowded and smoky. Me,
Ryan, and Colin were only staying
there one night before we would all head to the airport in the morning for
flights back to the
happy that I could finally get back to my home in
I’d had about three beers I think, when Ryan told me he
was going back to
his room. At first I merely said goodnight to him and watched him leave the
bar. But after he left I began to think about what he had just said, and a
plan began to form in my mind. I had always liked Ryan even if he was a
little quiet at times. I began to realize just how much I liked him then, in
that smoky bar in
feelings would never happen. He was married for one thing, and even if he
wasn’t the only person I could see him ever being with was Colin. I took
another sip of my beer and that finished it. I looked down at the empty
glass, and back where Ryan had just left, and got up to follow him.
I knocked hard on his door not caring whether he was
asleep or not. He
answered the door and looked surprised to see me. “Greg?” He asked, “What
are you doing here?” “Never mind” I answered and pushed past him into his
room that surprise surprise, had the exact same layout as mine did. I turned
around and smiled at him. “I think you know why I came here tonight Ryan” I
said in my best seductive voice. It took him a moment to realize my meaning
and when he did he took a step back. “Um Greg,” He started, “You’re a great
guy and all but I…um…I’m really not…that…way. Sorry.” Sorry? He was sorry?
I had laid my heart on the line and he was just sorry?! I’d show him sorry!
“Don’t worry about it Ryan, we are what we are” I said moving closer to him.
He was starting to get nervous and backing away. “Greg…please, I’m sorry but
I want you to leave!” I wasn’t going to leave. Not yet. When I was finished
I would leave, but not yet. I casually walked towards the door slowly,
giving him a chance to walk behind me to shut the door. When he was close
enough I turned on my heel and punched him in the face, stunning him. He
staggered back and I easily pushed him down to the bed. This would be too
easy. “Stop it Greg please!” He shouted as I sat on his chest pinning him
down. “Shut up” I said and smacked him across the face stunning him again.
My fingers had never worked so fast in their lives, unbuttoning his shit and
unfastening my tie all in a matter of seconds. I quickly bound his hands
above his head and shoved a pillow in his face while I worked on his pants.
“No no God no!” I could hear
him muffled through the pillow. “If you don’t
shut up,” I growled at him, “I’ll slash your throat when I’m done.” That
seemed to quiet him for a while as I got my own clothes off. When I was
completely naked and kneeling between his legs he began yelling again and
this time I gagged him with my handkerchief. I had known that thing would
come in handy one day. I looked down at my handy work. Ryan was naked with
his arms tied above his head with my tie and gagged with my handkerchief. He
was sobbing now, trying to talk through the gag. “Shhhhhhh” I said to him
softly, putting my finger in my mouth and wetting it thoroughly. Pulling it
out I reached down between his legs and began to stroke him while my finger
pushed at his entrance. He was still sobbing which on a regular day would’ve
broken my heart. Today though I felt disconnected from what was happening.
As though I were only watching from above.
He managed to control his emotions long enough to get the
gag out of his
mouth, “Greg,” He said in a weak small voice, “If you stop now we can just
forget the whole thing. Please Greg stop.” I leaned down close to him, and
gave his unresponsive lips a kiss. Pulling back I secured the gag in his
mouth again and pushed another finger inside. He was squirming now and it
took two more slaps across the face before he stopped moving. I decided he
was ready. Leaning in close as I had before I whispered, “You’re going to
love this” He shook his head in a no and squirmed all over again. As I
pulled my hand back to slap him a knock on the door surprised us both.
“Ryan?!” a voice called. It was Colin! Ryan recognized
him immediately and
began yelling for him, except with the gag it sounded more like “Ol in! Ol
in!” Clamping my hand over his mouth I heard Colin call again and try
the
doorknob, which I had thankfully remembered to lock. When no more noise was
heard from the hall I figured he’d given up and turned back to Ryan. He must
have given up all hope completely when he heard Colin leave. He lay limply
on the bed with his eyes staring straight ahead.
At least he’s quiet I thought. Spitting on my hand I
covered my dick and
started pushing against him. I was pretty caught up in what I was doing, so
I never heard the click of a door opening, never heard the footsteps of
someone walking up behind me, never even felt the pain of something hitting
me from behind. I just remember waking up and seeing Colin undoing my tie
from around Ryan’s hands and trying to coax him to come back to earth.
Colin turned and saw that I’d woken up and immediately came over and
punched me in the face. Again, and again, and again.
This time when I woke
up the only things to remind me of what had occurred were the bruises on my
face and the small blood stains on the sheets. I figured out later Colin
must have either had an extra key to the room or gone down to get one.
I never expected to be let onto the new American version of the show, and I
was surprised at how no one seemed to know what had happened. Colin and
Ryan were polite to me and were and still are in the same sketches as me.
The only difference is the extreme anger and animosity I see deep in
Colin’s eyes whenever he looks at me. Ryan has barely let me touch his arm
during skits and has never said a word to me if not out of politeness. I can
live with this arrangement though guilt hounds me everyday especially in the
night.
I wonder what happened to me that night in
figure it out. I’ve never done anything like that again and never will. I
just don’t know what happened. Maybe someday Ryan and Colin will forgive
me. Maybe then I’ll even be able to forgive myself.
Maybe.