The thug tapped the pipe across his shoulder three times before he said "I'm going to teach you not to mess with the Dust Bunnies." He then charged us. It was then that several of his buddies swarmed us from the alley we had all been stopped in front of in an obvious ambush. Jack and I were more than ready to handle it. As we were all waiting for the cops to take them away in the paddy wagon, we made our move. We found the initial thug and interrogated him for information. "Tell us where your base is!" Jack said. "We're not telling you shit!" he spat. Jack punched him in the face three times. Hard. "Tell us, you fucker!" he shouted in his face. "W-wait! You can't do this to me. You're the good guys!" he said in shock as he lost a tooth. "We used to be delinquents. Tell us what we want to know and we'll let you run free." He looked at his fellow thugs and said "Fuck that! I'm no snitch and I'm no traitor." The ones conscious enough to understand him cheered him on. "Fine. Enjoy your stay in jail, guys." I said as I washed my hands of this mess. The sirens were getting close anyway.
We waited in the alley to regroup after we saw the police off with the thugs. Just as we were about to go, Jack's eyes fluttered closed as he stumbled to the left and then leaned against the wall for support. He was breathing a lot heavier than normal and his face was red. Something else I noticed right away was the wet spot where his erect cock was straining against the tight fabric. "One of those fuckers must have stuck me with something." he hissed. "We'll deal with it in the office." I said as I put my hand on him. We blinked until we were inside the office. He staggered to the couch and his body gave up like a marionette with all of its strings cut. Jack really looked like he was in pain. He struggled to take off his suit. He was able to do so eventually, but not before he had palmed himself in frustration until he came in his suit. I saw a shameful display from my friend. That was enough for me. I lifted him up and sat him down on my lap. If he could jerk off, he'd probably get it out his system. I thought so at least. He was not fighting me. Instead he moaned and ground down on me.
I was not expecting that. I moaned a bit as well. "Fuck me, Dustin! My ass needs a fat cock!" he whined in a needy pitch. I decided to just give him a hand. Gripping it firmly he hissed and bucked into me. "Stop it! I need dick in me right now. Please." he pleaded. Jack really was grinding down on me. I knew that it was the drug talking. I knew Jack. He was passed around in high school gang as a Sub, but he never let that be his identity. I jerked him off as gently as I could, but he was getting to me. My own Sub level was being activated as he made demands of me and teased me with his ass. "Stop it, Jack." I moaned. He did not hear me. If he did hear what I said, he was ignoring me. "You're going to give me some kind of fetish!" I told him frantically as I could feel an orgasm rise within me. "Just give me give my your dick already." he snapped as he ground even faster. Jack was giving me an assjob through the fabric of my costume and I was losing pace with him. "C'mon! Cum already!" I snapped as lost patience with him. He just glared. "I can't! I know what I'm talking about.
Before I could even ask if he was serious, he groaned. "It's my fucking body, damnit!" he yelled from on top of me. "Oh yeah!?" I said as I reached with my free hand and pinched his nipple. He jolted in my lap. Moaning more, he continued his assault with his ass. From the amount of precum he was leaking, I could tell he was close. Just as my orgasm rocked through me, I saw a thick rope of cum launch from his cock. A popup told me that I had indeed awakened to a new fetish. It was clothed frottage. I just sucked my teeth. While I doubted many people would grind themselves on me in the future, it was still a huge liability if it got out. We went to the locker room and got clean before the others came back. We had also washed our costumes so nothing was amiss. Jack had wiped up his cum from the floor as well. He had managed to calm down as I had expected. He tapped his fist to my shoulder as we were getting suited up again. "Thanks, man. You're always looking our for us. It means a lot." he said. I nodded and said "We're friends. That's what happens." He shook his head.
