Warnings in Chapter 1. This chapter begins to get graphic, so if you don't like that, please stop reading now.

Thanks for the reviews guys! Don't worry, you'll get serious action, just not too much in this chapter. It's coming, though. And we all love Sam, who knows why we like when bad things happen to him. It's like a train wreck, we can't stop looking.

Chapter 4

Sam's feet stumbled out from under him as the two guys in charge pulled him over the first step. Each man tightened his grip under one of Sam's shoulders as he fell, his knees and shins bumping along down each step. It was too dark to see, and he wasn't able to regain his footing before the older men tossed him against a cinder block wall. Crumpling against the wall and sliding down to meet the floor, Sam thought of how fit and strong everyone at McKinley thought he was, and how he was like a toy to these guys.

An overhead light flashed on, momentarily blinding him. His eyes darted around the room. It was a sizeable, unfinished basement with rough walls and smooth concrete floors with a drain in the middle. "Strange," Sam thought. There was a battered and stained blue couch, but it was pushed off to one side of the room and faced in towards a wall. A fragile looking double bed with a wooden frame stood at an odd angle to a corner, as if it had been shoved there to get it out of the way. There was only a single sheet on it, no blanket, no pillows. There was also a large clothes chest and a lot of camera equipment. Through a door at the other end of the room, Sam could see a rudimentary bathroom. "It's weird," he thought, "There's furniture like somebody lives down here, but it's just thrown around. It's not set up like a normal living room or bedroom or anything." The cameras everywhere made him nervous. Seriously nervous.

Sam noticed the beardy man fiddling with a camera on a tripod, and the other three standing around it talking. He looked at the door. It was just up the stairs, maybe twelve of them. Without even thinking, he sprung towards the steps, flying up them as he stumbled over his feet. He clawed for the next step and had almost pulled himself back up to his feet when he felt a massive body crash into him, smashing his face into the next step. He felt his stomach drop out and a wave of nausea hit him as every nerve in his body throbbed and screamed. A strangled sob escaped his lips as shaking fingers reached for his nose. When he removed them, they were dripping blood. A heavy arm wrapped under his stomach and lifted him, carrying him back down the stairs. "Shit, Johnny, go lock that for me, I forgot to."

Tyler set Sam on his feet. Sam noticed that the man was only a few inches taller than him, but built much, much bigger. "Such a shame we're gonna have to tie you up, kiddo, but you keep misbehaving. You're a slow learner aren't you, Sammy? It is Sam, right?" Sam just stared at him. "I shot you, I broke your nose, I just don't know how to make you learn. How do your teachers do it?" Tyler asked with a sneer. "Do you think you understand this time, Sammy?" Sam's tongue snaked out over his lower lip. "Yes sir," he mumbled. "Good," Tyler said, and drove his fist into Sam's gut, sending him collapsing to his knees, retching. "Let's just make sure of that." Sam wrapped his arms around his stomach and let his forehead sink to the floor, grounding him and steadying him against the pain.

He heard scraping on the floor. Without removing his forehead from the floor, he flicked his eyes out to the left. Jared and Johnny were moving the blue couch into the center of the room while the bearded man, Sam hadn't heard his name yet, adjusted the lens on one of the cameras. "This is so, so messed up," Sam thought, as he felt tears beginning to prickle behind his eyes. He didn't understand what was happening to him, or why. A couple hours ago he was a normal kid. He liked comic books, and football, and singing, and playing guitar. He was the new kid in town, and he got slushied once by his offensive linemen, but he was making lots of friends and starting to get some serious respect from his coach and his teammates. He was dating the prettiest girl in school. Yeah, she was a little messed up sometimes, but he knew he could make her better, and he told her he was gonna marry her someday. She was wearing his ring. His biggest worry was how to beat out his best friend for the starting quarterback spot. And now? Sam didn't know what was happening, or what these jerk offs wanted from him, but he was hurting, hurting so badly, and he had this horrible, cold feeling that he wasn't going to see his family or Quinn again.

Sam blinked back tears as he felt Tyler and Johnny tower over him. "Mecca's the other way you idiot," Tyler scoffed. Sam raised his forehead from the floor, looking up at him, confused. "Come on, you've had enough time to say your prayers." Rough hands pulled him to his feet. Johnny disappeared behind him with a roll of duct tape. His hands were wrenched behind his back, and he felt the cool tape on his skin. It wound around and around his wrists until he felt his fingers start to tingle. He could feel his heart beating out of his chest, adrenaline pumping. Every instinct in him told him to fight, fight, because this might be your life, but he was in so much pain. If they were going to kill him now, well, they were going to do it, and he didn't need another broken bone to prolong the agony.

Tyler touched his pointer finger to Sam's full lips, gently pressing down on the lower. "Are you scared, Sammy?" Sam lowered his eyes, blond lashes fluttering down to hide the shame in them. "You want me to do his mouth, Tyler?" Johnny asked from behind him, holding up the roll of tape. "Nah, I think we'll listen to him scream," Tyler said, flashing a crooked grin. Johnny shrugged his shoulders and tossed the tape over onto the chest. Sam looked over to Jared, who was fidgeting in the corner. "So this is it," Sam thought. "Great, I'm gonna die with these guys. My four best friends, Tyler, Johnny, Jared, and bearded dude. Shit. Fuck, this isn't funny." The morbid humor was doing nothing to lessen his terror.

Sam locked eyes with Jared. Jared had been the nicest to him, and if he had any chance of getting out of this, it was him. He caught Jared's attention. He was sure Jared could see the terror in his eyes, and without saying a word, begged for mercy. For a moment, Jared's hazel eyes met Sam's and seemed to melt. Then they flicked away with what Sam thought looked something like shame. Jared started to unbutton his shirt. "What the fuck?" Sam's mind began to reel furiously. He blinked and looked around him. Tyler and Johnny, too, had removed their shirts and were pushing their pants down past their knees. Three shirts, three pairs of pants, and three pairs of boxers were tossed to the side, next to the chest, and suddenly, Sam was standing in the center of a ring of naked men. He tried not to look down as they closed in on him, but, "Jesus Christ, they're all, they're getting . . . oh God."

"Go ahead, Jared," Tyler said in a low voice, his hands finding their way to Sam's shoulders. Sam felt warm breath on his back, then a pair of lips on his shoulder blade, then hands on his hips. He squeezed his eyes shut. The lips on his shoulder inhaled sharply as the hands pushed down his gym shorts. Sam turned his head towards the mouth on his shoulder. He couldn't turn far enough to fully see Jared's face, but it was a haze in his peripheral vision. "Please don't do this," Sam whispered. He knew Jared heard him and could feel his embarrassment. But thumbs slid into the waistband of his jockstrap and slid it down his hips, the fingers tracing it down his legs until it fell to the floor at his feet. A hot blush rose in his cheeks. One of Jared's hands cupped Sam's ass, and the other snaked around his waist to brush fingertips over his abs. Jared's lips found their way to the back of Sam's neck. "God, Ty, he's perfect," Jared breathed into his neck. He felt something . . . hard, pressing against the back of his leg. Sam wanted to die.

"Ok, ok, Jared. Later. It's business time!" Tyler said, clapping his hands together. "Don, you ready?" The bearded man, well, Don now, nodded, setting up the tripod camera behind the couch. "Ok, Sammy," Tyler said, lips curling into a smirk, "It's show time."

Tyler dragged Sam by his duct-taped wrists over to the blue couch, now positioned in the center of the bare room. Sam tried to struggle, but he was too dumbstruck to really fight. Tyler lined him up behind the couch and pushed hard on Sam's back, forcing him to bend over the couch's back at the waist. He tried to pull himself up, but his face was stuffed into the couch, and he couldn't use his arms for leverage. A foot forced its way between his and kicked harshly in each direction, forcing his feet apart. Sam heard a whistle behind him as his legs were spread wide, and he squeezed his eyes tight, trying to prevent the tears of his shame from spilling.

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Tyler whistled as he spread Sam's legs. Their teenage muscle hunk was bent over the couch, hands taped, body exposed and vulnerable. Sam's ass was small, but well-muscled and firm, and the cheeks spread on their own when Sam's feet were forced apart, revealing Tyler's prize. God, he loved this fucking job. "Ok, boys. Let's take him for a test run," Tyler said, nodding to Don, who turned on the camera positioned just off Tyler's hip and behind Sam. Jared and Johnny stood huddled just over Tyler's left shoulder, eyes glued, slowly stroking their already throbbing cocks.

Tyler dropped a hand to Sam's ass, and the boy bucked at the touch. He gave the kid's cheek a pat and a squeeze. "What a great, great body," he thought. "Gonna have to give Johnny a bonus for picking this one out." His fingers crawled between the boy's legs, and he gently pressed the pad of his finger to the pink bud. It didn't budge. Tyler pressed harder. Still nothing, but he noticed the boy was beginning to sweat and twitch. Finally, Tyler gave his finger a hard thrust and succeeded in driving it into the boy's hole almost nail deep. The kid yelped and Tyler's finger was promptly forced out. Tyler chuckled to himself. Too tight for a finger, huh?

"Ok, boys. We've definitely got ourselves a virgin!"