The Brick: Chapter 1

Disclaimer: This is complete fiction. Any resemblance to other works, or real people is purely coincidental.

Please note, the characters in my stories never wear condoms. This is because the sudden urge to play it safe doesn’t really fit in with the mood I’m trying to create. Do not take this as an endorsement for unprotected sex; please do not bareback without first making yourself aware of all the potential risks that are involved. My characters can’t get STI’s ‘cause I don’t want them too, but the real world doesn’t work that way.

~~~

The hole in the fence was just wide enough for us to slip through, crawling on our stomachs and getting dusty from the dry dirt – any grass that used to grow around the hole had been worn away be years of teenagers doing the same. As we brushed the dirt off our clothes, Sam grinned that silly, cheeky grin that he’d had on his face since I agreed to come with him. His teeth sparkled in the moonlight, and the olive-toned skin of his face was half covered in shadow, giving him an almost sinister look, especially with his curly black hair partially covering his eyes. Sam had an annoying quality of making evil look hot and he knew full well that I thought this. He had no problems with using it to his advantage either, especially when getting me to agree to stupid things. I noticed that he was wearing weird clothing. He was normally a fan of tight t-shirts and jeans, but tonight he wore excessively baggy jeans, and an old, black hoodie that had faded to grey. He led me into the ‘forest’ – which was really just a small collection of trees, but thick enough so that you couldn’t the other side – without a word. He’d been acting mysterious all day, telling me how he’d found something new in the abandoned building that we liked to explore and insisting I came with him tonight, but refused to tell me what it was all about.

We weren’t quite sure what the abandoned building was. It was some big hospital or government office that hadn’t been used since World War 2. It was huge, and I’d only seen a small part of it so far, despite many visits, so finding something new wasn’t very surprising. But the way Sam talked about his discovery, he made it sound like it was something no one had found before. Given how many years teenagers and God knows who else had been coming to the building, that seemed a lot less likely, but the possibility still got me a little excited. Though more of my excitement came from Sam wanting me to come with him alone. Still, I was nervous; he insisted that we came at night, which we had never done before. Sometimes we would stay till it started getting dark, but that would be it. There was no power to the building and all the lights were broken, so it would be impossible to see without a torch.

The sky was clear, meaning the moonlight was making it fairly easy to see, but underneath the cover of the trees, it was almost pitch black again. Sam had a small torch with him, but I had no choice but to hold onto his arm so that I didn’t trip. He smirked at me without complaint as I grabbed him – or at least I think he smirked. It was hard to tell. We went slowly, but eventually found the clearing to the other side of the forest where the moon once more lit the world up, and Sam put his torch away. The building sat on the far side of a field, looking as empty as ever. No lights or sign that anyone was there. More than a few times, we’d found used condoms, discarded clothes and empty beer bottles, so we knew that there were definitely people who used the building at night. We started walking across the field and I hoped that we wouldn’t encounter any of those people tonight.

The complex was huge, with several different buildings separated by roads and fields. Most of the buildings were only two floors high, but there were two towers that stood higher, with observation points at the top – once upon a time they were protected by glass windows, but those had long since been smashed by people with rocks. No one really knew why they were there, but we mostly figured they were for guard lookouts during the war. Normally we would go in through the main buildings entrance, which was once boarded up but was easy enough to break into. This time, however, Sam led me to one of the towers. The towers were much harder to get into, as all the ground floor entrances were blocked off with cinder blocks. The only way to get in was to climb up to the observation platforms and go in through the top. The tower Sam led me to was the tallest of all of them and apparently impossible to get in. I’d heard a lot of stories of people trying to climb it, but not many of them ended happily. Those who had managed to get to the top said that the door leading down into the tower was locked and impossible to break through.

Looking up at the viewing platform, I noticed something that had never been there before. Back when the building was still used, the towers could be accessed from the outside via a ladder that was built into the side of the viewing platform, and could be pulled up afterwards. They had been removed when the place was shut down and sealed, but now, there sat a ladder that looked exactly like the ones in the old photos, attached as if it had never been removed at all, fully deployed and ready for climbing. The only significant thing about it was it looked noticeably newer and free of rust and decay than the rest of the building. My surprise must have been clear on my face as I looked at Sam, but he just laughed at me and walked ahead, climbing straight up the ladder like it was the most natural thing in the world. Making sure to push his ass out as he did so, of course.

I followed him up, worried about what might be up there but wanting to know what Sam’s discovery was. He pulled the ladder up behind us and locked it in place once I was at the top, then walked inside the building. Moonlight flooded in through the broken windows to brighten it up. It was a small, round room with a floor covered in broken glass and rocks, though it had all been swept to one side. On the clear side, I saw the apparently unopenable door – it was actually a massive, metal trap door in the ground with an extremely heavy, thick metal padlock next to it. It was obvious to see why that would be impossible to get off, but now it laid open next to the door. Sam didn’t go to it straight away though; instead he led me to the broken window on the other side of the room. Pointing out of it, he declared “That’s where we’re going.” He slipped an arm around my waist as he did so, holding me close to him. He always liked to tease me, but he’d never been so direct before.

I followed his finger down to one of the other buildings in the complex, which we called ‘The Brick’, because it was just one big, single floor block of a building. Other than the tower we were in, it was the only building on the complex that no one could get into. All the access points were sealed, even on the roof, or so I was told. No one knew what was in there, despite God knows how many generations of teenagers trying to find out. Sam explained that there was an underground tunnel, leading from the bottom of this tower into that building. I asked how he managed to set up the ladder and open the padlock, but he just grinned at me again, before letting go of my waist heading to the trap door.

I helped him pull the doors open, which revealed a metal staircase, spiralling down into the darkness of the tower. Sam pulled his torch out once more and started to head down, but my nerves got the better of me. I told him as much, and asked if we couldn’t come back during the day, not that it would make much difference if we were really going into the box. He pointed that out, and held out his hand, saying that he knew exactly what was down there. For some reason, that didn’t actually make me feel much better, but I swallowed my fears and took his hand anyway, letting him guide me down into the darkness of the tower.

The staircase was long, and as we reached the bottom, I could tell that we’d gone below ground level. There was a second metal staircase – that was almost falling apart – leading up to a brick wall that was once the main door to the ground floor entrance to the tower. It was pitch black, but for where Sam’s torch brought its light. The air was filled with dust, but the room was mostly empty. Nonetheless, I found myself clinging to Sam’s arm, no doubt looking like some scared child watching a horror film, but he didn’t seem to mind. He moved the torchlight to a doorway, beyond which was a long, dark tunnel that I couldn’t see the end of – at this point, I just felt like it was needlessly foreboding.

As Sam moved towards it, I just froze on the spot, clinging to his arm and not letting him move. My heart was thumping hard in my chest and I could feel myself starting to breathe harder. He untangled his arm from me and put it around my shoulder, squeezing gently as he urged me forwards with a gentle push. He was much stronger than me, but still I resisted, so instead of using more force, he leaned in close, bringing his head to my shoulder. He whispered “Trust me.” in my ear before kissing me softly on the neck. He then let go completely, and started heading down the tunnel by himself. I reluctantly uprooted myself from the ground and took one small step forward, then another. It took a while, but I finally managed to reach the tunnel, at which point it became slightly easier to continue walking. I rushed to catch up with him, taking hold of his hand again as I did.

We walked silently through the unending tunnel, with only the sounds of our footsteps filling the air. There was nothing in the tunnel except lights in the ceiling. The walls looked like they were once white, but had grown grey with age, and the floor had a faded strip of colour going down the middle of it, that looked like it might once have been red. We eventually reached the other end of the tunnel, which ended in a metal staircase leading up to a door and, assumedly, The Brick. Sam let go of my hand and gave my shoulder a quick squeeze, before heading up the stairs, forcing open the door with a shove and passing through. Light flooded out through the door as it burst open, and I quickly followed him up, not wanting to be left in the darkness.

I rushed through the door. My vision instantly went blurry as my eyes needed to adjust to the sudden abundance of light in the room. I heard Sam close the door behind me, clicking off his torch as he did. His arms came from behind, grabbing me by the hips and pulling me into him, my back against his stomach. I gasped as he rested his head on my shoulder, kissing my neck. “Well? What do you think?” My vision slowly returned to normal, and I noticed that the light sources were handheld electric lanterns sat on little metal foldaway tables around the small room. Once again, it looked like it used to be white when the building was in use. Although it was clearly old, the room was surprisingly clean, given that the rest of the complex was covered in dust and decay. It also looked like it was once a public toilet; though it was mostly empty now, there were marks and pipes on the walls of floor which looked like they used to have sinks and urinals attached to them. There was an archway at the back that looked like it led into some sort of shower room. The only substantial thing in the room was a suit bag hanging from one of the pipes on the ceiling, and a camo-coloured bag on the floor beneath it. There was also a second door to the side of the room.

Any disappointment I felt from the big surprise being a toilet was easily dampened by the feel of Sam’s lips against my neck, and the feel of his hands getting closer and closer to my crotch while his grinded into my ass. I whimpered his name, and he whispered into my ear “You trust me?” I said yes without hesitation. “You know I won’t put you in danger?” I said yes again. His hand took hold of my cock fully through my trousers, making me gasp as he started pumping it. “If I let you in on something, do you promise not to run away?” I whimpered a third yes, only half aware of what he was saying, but I could feel my nerves building again.

He let go of me and moved away so suddenly I almost thought I’d fall over. Stepping in front of me, he stared at me for a minute, till I smiled nervously at him. He started to strip, first kicking off his trainers, then grabbing the sides of his hoodie and pulling it up over his head. He had nothing on underneath it, which made me smile much more confidently, and no doubt looking much goofier. He undid his belt next, letting his jeans drop to the floor and stepping out of them. Once again, there was nothing underneath, and suddenly Sam was naked in front of me. His body was hairless, and his skin was a perfect olive tone all over. His cock was rock hard, a good 8 inches, the tip leaking with precum.

I stepped forward, almost instinctively, but Sam raised a hand and said “Uh-uh. Stay.” My smile faltered, but I did as he told me to. He turned and walked towards the bags at the side of the room, and I naturally took the time to admire his bouncing ass as he went. He knelt down at the bag and unzipped it, pulling something out that I couldn’t quite make out. It was some sort of clothing though, black and shiny. He stood up and held it out, allowing me to see it in full. It looked like a surf suit, a one-piece clothing that had short sleeves and legs, like a t-shirt and shorts and a zip at the back to put it on. He held it so that he could step into it and pulled it up – it made odd squeaking noises as it reached his ass and got tight. With difficulty, he managed to get his arms in, and zipped it up behind him. He turned to me and smiled, “What do you think?” He spun slowly in a circle so I could see every angle.

I had no answer for him. It looked so bizarre, but at the same time, the way the rubber wrapped around his body, so much tighter than any of the clothes Sam liked to wear when he wanted to tease me. The bulge of his cock and balls was clearly defined in the front and his ass looked unimaginable at the back. I noticed that the zip went all the way round to the front of his crotch, and had a second zipper on it, meaning that it could be opened to get access at the cock without having to open the entire thing. As he finished turning, he looked at me again, rubbing his cock with one hand, and asked “You still want it?” I nodded immediately and went to step forwards again, but with another gesture of his hand, he told me to stop. He turned back and unzipped the suit bag hanging from the pipe. From within it, he pulled out something that was like his surf suit, but there was much more of it. He held it up in full view for me.

It was a full body suit, designed to cover every inch of the wearer; even head and hands. Only the feet would be left uncovered. Asides from that, the only holes were in the hood, for the mouth and nose. Over the eyes there was a sort of blindfold that looked like it could be detached. The zip went right around, just like with the surf suit, allowing access to the important areas. “Will you wear it? There’s a lot for you to learn about this building, but you have to wear this first.” It worried me. I didn’t know what he meant about what I had to learn, but my cock was still hard and I was finding myself increasingly wondering what the rubber felt like. I asked him why I had to wear it. “Everyone has to.” He answered, which took me by surprise. “I did when I first came here. Till the Warden inspects you, you can’t see anything and you have to be fully covered.” After puzzling over his words, I asked what he meant, but he told me I couldn’t know anything else till I agree to wear the full body suit. “It’s not too late, if you want me to take you home. I know this might be scary…” He let that hang there.

I mustered my courage, as I thought about what he told me. Biting my lip, I nodded, and told him I’d put it on. The smile that sprung up on Sam’s face made my nerves melt away, if only for a minute. He told me to strip, and I quickly pulled off all my clothes till I was down to my underwear; a tight black pair of boxers. I thumbled nervously at them for a minute, before deciding to quickly whip them down before I could reconsider. I stepped out of them, and stood naked in the room, feeling the cold night air wrap around me as Sam seemed to consume me with his eyes. My cock had softened slightly, but seeing him look at me like that got it hardening again. I was an inch shorter than Sam, at 7 inches, but he didn’t seem bothered by being the bigger one.

Finally, he beckoned me over to him, though stopped me just before I reached him; he clearly didn’t intend on letting me touch him yet. He held out the suit for me to step into. It was difficult, and the rubber was cold against my skin. The hardest part was pushing my legs down till they reached the bottom, but eventually I saw my foot pop out the end. Sam helped me pull it up so that my entire lower half was now covered in rubber, and pulled one of the zips up through my legs and to the bottom of my spine, encasing my cock and ass in it. It felt bizarre, wrapping around my body and pressing against it like nothing I’d felt before. The rubber quickly heated to my body temperature, and there was something about the smoothness and the smell of it that got me excited. Sam held out the front of the suit so I could get my arms in; which proved almost as difficult as the legs, especially getting the fingers in, but eventually we managed it.

Sam took hold of the hood, but just before he pulled it over my head, he lent in and kissed me on the lips. I tried to deepen the kiss, but he instantly pulled away from me, smirking as I called him a bastard, and whipping the hood over my head. The world was suddenly dark again, as the hood fully engulfed my head easily wrapping round to the back. I noted how well the suit fit me, almost like it was made specifically for me. It took some working to get the mouth and nose holes lined up right, but after that, breathing was easy. I felt Sam walk behind me and take hold of the zip once more, pulling it up right to the top at my head and suddenly I was fully encased within the rubber.

Once it had warmed, it felt almost like a second skin. I rubbed my hands over the slick rubber, feeling the bizarre, almost electric feel of it. I became aware of how exposed I was and how I was almost entirely defenceless, and instantly called out for Sam. I felt his hands seize my hips, pulling me backwards into him once more, pressing himself against me. “I’m here.” His voice was slightly muffled by the hood. “Do you have any idea how hot you look right now?” I felt him kissing my neck through the rubber. I didn’t know how hot I looked, but I could feel my body getting warmer and warmer, especially with the heat of him pressed against me.

He turned me around and pulled me into a proper hug as our bodies’ grinded together, rubber against rubber. He kissed up my neck, along the line of my jaw and to my mouth, and didn’t tease me this time, deepening it instantly as his tongue slipped into my mouth, forcefully kissing as he squeezed me tightly, hands fondling my ass cheeks. We stayed locked together for quite some time, but eventually, Sam broke the kiss and let go of me, stepping backwards and leaving me in alone in darkness again, all but for a single hand which rubbed against my bulge. I tried to move towards him again, but he put a hand on my chest and told me to stay while he continued rubbing. Before long, he had me whimpering and leaking precum into my suit, making me feel even hotter and stickier. He let go, and asked “Are you ready to meet the Warden?”

I blurted out a yes before I even realised that I had no idea what I was agreeing to. Sam laughed and said he’d give me a minute to calm down then ask me again. But when he did, I answered yes again without hesitation, determined to do what it took to make Sam happy. He asked if I was certain and I said yes again, so he took me by the arm, and guided me to what felt like the centre of the room, telling me to wait there. I heard him rustling about in the bag that his surf suit came out of. He jingled as he came back to me, grabbing my arms and pulling them behind me. I felt something wrap around both my wrists, clicking into place. Handcuffs, keeping my arms bound behind my back. “Don’t worry.” Sam said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “Just do what the Warden tells you to do and you’ll be fine.” And with that, I heard him walk away from me, to the door that we didn’t enter through, disappearing through it and closing it behind me.