Sam

Sam's eyes darted nervously around the bar, his legs shaking under the table. He had been a virgin for far too long, today he needed to change that. Skipping high school hadn't given him much opportunities to interact with other people. The gay dating site he had made a profile in, matched him with a man named Liam. The man was late. Sam checked his phone, no texts, no calls. When he did not come even after thirty minutes of wait, Sam started to second guess his decision. Dating apps sucked for him. Not that he didn't get any attention. In fact to the contrary he got too much attention but the problem was there was very narrow range of characteristics that attracted him. Tall, blond, blue eyes, late twenties early thirties, a body to die for, big in every sense...fuck he was describing Rick again. Yes, that was his type. Anyone that resembled Rick was his type. As fucked as it sounded, it was the truth. 

Sam stood up to pay for the virgin mojito he had been sipping, when a hand pushed him down.

"Where are you going, little thing?"

Sam looked up at the face of the unknown man and frowned. "Do I know you?" he asked.

"You will." the man sat down before him, gesturing the waitress to bring them something to drink. "Hi, I am Liam."

"Liam?" Sam was taken aback. The man didn't look anything like Liam. The picture on his dating profile, wasn't his. Not even similar to him. This Liam wasn't ugly or anything but he wasn't Sam's type. For starters, he was older, like fourty. He was beefy and heavily tanned, almost to red all over. He resembled one of those old dudes from gay porns, Sam hated to old at. 

"You don't look like Liam." Sam managed to say.

"I know. Would you have come if you knew how I looked?" the man smiled, baring his misaligned teeth.

"Sure, why not. But you lied to me. And I don't appreciate that." Sam started to stand up but he was dragged back down again. 

"I thought you liked daddies." the man winked. Sam blushed with embarrassment. He shouldn't have shared that intimate piece if information with this man. This man had gotten a completely different picture of Sam's fantasy. 

"Oh common. One drink wouldn't hurt. You can ignore me afterwards." The man demanded, a sleazy smile on his face. The waitress placed two glasses of whisky in front them, disregarding Sam's age completely.

"I am not twenty one." Sam said to the man, feeling irritated.

"I won't tell anyone if you don't." The man licked his lips which made Sam gag a little.

"I...I don't think..."

"Just a drink. Is it asking for too much?" the man insisted. "I know I lied but I really like you."

Sam shrugged. Sam should have known he wouldn't have any luck with looking guys especially the likes of Rick. Sam felt more angry at himself than at the man in front of him. Why not give in, he thought. He was good for nothing anyway.

Sam picked up the glass and gulped down the contents, wincing at the burn.

"That's like a good boy!" he man touched his arm sending down a shudder of disgust in it's wake. 

Sam didn't like the endearment. It reminded him of Rick and way he teased him with his words, his perfect face, his lethal body. Sam closed his eyes at the image and breathed heavily. The man slid closer, dragging his butt across the sofa.

"So, do you live alone, Sam?" the man asked, sitting a bit to close for Sam's comfort.

"No, I live with my parents." Sam lied, not trusting his motives.

"That's great. You have really soft skin." The man ran his fingers on his arm. Sam slapped his hand back, gagging at the feel of the man's hand on him. That reaction was extreme. He had been groped before, he was a waiter at a shitty restaurant for god sake. He had seen it all, yet as the man slid closer and closer, Sam felt suffocated. He needed to get away from him, as far away as possible.

Sam was determined to leave this time but his head spin, he felt almost lethargic. For a split second he panicked realizing what was happening, the man had spiked his drink. God, he should have known better than to drink it. He wanted to panic but the drug was making him relax, almost sleepy.

"We are going to have a good time, Sam," the man whispered in his ear. Sam shuddered with repulsion. The man circled his hand around Sam's waist and pulled him up. Sam's struggles were laughable, there was no strength in his arms. He mumbled his denial but it fell on deaf ears.

"Sam?" he heard the sound that sent relief rushing through his whole body. Sam wanted to answer to that call but only a faint mumble came out.

"Where are you taking him?" Rick's tensed words sounded far away.

"We were on a date and he drank a little too much." the man said defensively, tightening his hold on Sam. Sam mumbled his protest but felt helpless.

"You do realize he is underage." Rick's voice was turning more dangerous by second.

"He is eighteen." the man rushed out almost nervously.

"Eighteen is still not twenty-one. And he is seventeen, still in high school and I am his PT teacher. I hope you understand the severity of your crime?" Sam felt himself shift and he was in another arm, this one stronger, firmer, warmer.

"He lied to me about his age." the man choked out. Someone from the crowd came out and yelled, Rick said few things. There were noises but Sam was slipping away. The rest of the conversation was drowned in the drug-filled haze.

Sam came to his senses when he felt water on his lips.

"Drink up," he heard Rick say. Where was he?

"You are inside my car. You are safe." Rick answered his unspoken question. Sam took a few sips of the water before retching and vomiting all over Rick's car. He was too high to feel sorry for it, maybe in the morning he would understand the severity of his deeds, for now he enjoyed Rick's hand as he wiped his mouth and cursed a thousand different words.