Chapter Twenty-Five: I Might Be Down But I'll Be Standin' Tall Again
Drake's POV

Getting out of the palace was nice. I hadn't really realized that I had been cooped up in that place for nearly two months and spending the day with Tommy was fantastic. I knew that Pharaoh was, more or less, having Tommy baby sit me, but I wasn't really complaining. If Tommy was with me, Brad couldn't dream of touching me and, if we spent enough time together until Brad and Cassidy left then maybe, just maybe, I could get off without him touching me again.

Being outside and really feeling the sun made me feel like a brand new person and, as Tommy and I explored the Bizarre, I felt more relaxed and happy than I had since that night with Pharaoh and Tommy, right after Brad and Cassidy had come to stay at the palace. Being out here with Tommy made me almost forget about my troubles and I could never thank him enough for that.

"Would you like to see your family? While we're out here?" Tommy asked. From what I understood, Pharaoh wanted to spend the night with us tonight. If that was to actually become intimate or just to keep an eye on me, I was not sure, but I was praying that whichever Pharaoh wanted, he did not find the scars on my back. However, Pharaoh would be late tonight considering he was dealing with a lot of issues currently and in being late, Tommy and I had a lot of time to kill before we were needed.

The idea of seeing my family made my heart swell. Maybe, if I saw them all alive and doing well, I would feel a bit better. "Y-yes," I whispered, feeling my mouth going a little dry. I licked my lips to moisten them before continuing. "If it isn't too much trouble."

He shook his head at me, as he often did to show his wisdom and he laughed. "It's not a trouble at all," he said, his grip tightening on my hand as he pulled me through the market place. There was a large crowd out today and I honestly could not believe how many people were shopping. Wasn't Egypt in an economic plummet right now? Where were people getting the money to shop like the world was ending?

The crowd got really thick and Tommy's hand squeezed mine, but people were pushing between us and I was losing my hold on him. He started to push back towards me and I thought everything would be fine, that he would be with me again in a few seconds, but then slim fingers curled around my free wrist and it yanks me back, forcing me to let go of Tommy.

"If you even think about screaming, you worthless Cunt, I will make you wish you were never born," Brad hissed into my earlobe and he started pulling me in the opposite direction of Tommy. He was also not taking me towards the palace and I couldn't understand where he was taking me, but it did not matter. I knew what awaited me wherever we were going. The location did not matter.

This time was different. This time, I did not say anything. I did not beg him not to touch me. I did not beg for him to leave me be. Begging only resulted in more pain. Did police not tell people that the best way to handle a situation like this, should you unfortunately fall into one, is to simply not fight back? If you do not fight, you might escape with your life? Or some bullshit like that.

"I told you that not even Our Pharaoh could protect you Drake," Brad whispered, shoving me into what looked like an old vender's shop. It also did not appear to be in use. Nobody would come in here and it was a good distance away from the market place, so nobody would even be enticed to come here. That was probably why this place was no longer in business anyway: It was too far from the market. "He's trying, but I trust you have been a good little whore and that you have not told anyone, right?" he asked, closing the door behind him.

He shoved me back into the wall directly across from the door and a whimper fell from my lips as I collided with it. "Answer me, you bitch," he growled, walking over to me, knife visibly in hand now. "Have you told anyone?"

"N-no…" I whispered, looking down at the ground.

Brad reached out, delicately cupping my cheek in one hand. "No, what?" he asked, holding his knife to the other side of my face. The side that he had repeatedly slapped during our last encounter. "You will find that life is very hard for an ugly boy," he whispered, tapping the blade against my cheek. I understood. He was threatening to ruin my face with the knife but could he really do that? Sure, he had hurt me more than anyone else in my life had yet… But, if he marked my face, someone would definitely see.

Pharaoh would see and he would do whatever it took to punish the man who ruined his boy's face.

Logic told me that Brad was bluffing about destroying my face, but I would not push any boundaries with this man. He terrified me in ways I have never even though possible. "No, I didn't tell anybody, Sir…" I whispered, trying to sound a little stronger than I felt. It wasn't working though.

He smiled, dropping his knife from my face. "Good, then we can proceed," he whispered. He did not put the knife away, but it was no longer pressing into my cheek and therefore not an immediate threat. I was much more worried about what he might do to me with his penis…

His lips covered mine, and much like last time, his tongue shoved its way down my throat. I fought back the moan that wanted to rip out of my throat. I did not want Brad to think I enjoyed what he had done to me before or what he was doing now because I hated every minute of it. I could not remember one thing in my life that felt worse than what Brad had done to me just four days ago.

Actually, that wasn't exactly true. One thing was worse… The day my father told me he hated me and that I was never going to be his son because I was a failure. That was probably the only time I ever felt worse but that was for a completely different reason.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he demanded and, like the good whore he wanted me to be, I lowered myself to my knees. He smirked down at me, the devil's grin spreading across his face as he twisted the fingers of his left hand into my hair, pushing my face against his full erection. He was still wearing his trousers, but I could feel the stiffness easily. It was a little too hard to miss…

He moaned at the friction of my cheek pressed into the fabric of his trousers. "Take them off, bitch," he hissed. I did not need him to elaborate. I knew he wanted me to undress him and, for a moment, I just sat there. I did not move a muscle until his hand yanked at my hair, tearing a cry of pain from my lips.

Slowly, I lifted my hands to the waistband of his trousers, slowly pulling the buttons in the front open. He groaned as I slowly pulled the fabric down his hips and thighs, painfully slow for him, I imagined. I momentarily thought about some sort of assault, but quickly decided against it. If I retaliated, he would kill my family. I did not doubt that in the slightest…

Once the fabric was low enough, the completely fell to the floor and Brad stepped out of them, kicking the to the side. "You really are such a pretty whore, Drake. It's a shame, really. A boy as pretty as you shouldn't have to beg for sex," he said, sounding understanding and compassionate but all I heard was venom. Every word was stabbing my eardrums as if I would never hear again.

His fingers tightened in my hair again, pulling hard. My mouth fell open in a gasp and he took that as an invitation to shove his member into my mouth. He forced me to take all of him despite the fact that I simply couldn't. I was not longer a virgin, but my throat still was, by far and I thought I might suffocate and die. I forgot, for a first few moments, that I could breathe through my nose.

He fucked my mouth relentlessly and the moans that were falling from his lips disgusted me. I hoped that he would not come undone in my mouth. As unpleasant as having him coming into my body was, I would prefer that that in my throat. I did not want to taste a billion seeds of Brad running down my throat.

"Fuck, you are a great whore…" he hissed, shoving his erection into my mouth and down my throat one last time before pulling back. He still had the knife clenched in his right hand, but he seemed so caught up in fucking my mouth that he had momentarily forgotten about it.

Kneeling down in front of me, he kissed me hard again and when he pulled back, a band of salvia connected our lips. He smirked at me, his eyes devious and full of lust. "Your lips are much more appealing when they are swollen like this," he commented, kissing me again before pulling back. "Lean against the wall, now."

I simply bit my lip as I pressed my back into the wall Brad had shoved me into earlier. There was still the urge to fight him. To run and get help, but I knew I could not. I could not risk my family's safety just to protect myself. That was selfish… "Good, good. This is going much better than last time, wouldn't you agree?" he asked, his fingers beginning to strip me of my clothing. He was good at it, almost as quick as Pharaoh himself. He smirked once I was naked, pushing my knees up to my chest and away from each other, leaving me completely exposed to him. He set the knife down on the floor as he sat direction in front of me.

His eyes connected with mine as if he was waiting for me to say something but I said nothing at all. He scowled at me and his right hand went directly back to the knife. "I asked you a question and when you are spoken to, I expect an answer, you bitch," he hissed, slashing the blade of his knife across the inside of my left thigh. I cried out, squeezing my eyes shut as he brought the knife down again. "I'll ask you again, don't you think this is, somewhat, going better than our previous engagement?" he asked.

"Y-yes…" I whimpered and he brought the knife across my other thigh, leaving blood running down both thighs. I choked on a sob. "Yes sir!" I cried out, turning my head away from him, my cheek pressing into the wall.

"Much better," he hissed as he carved the knife into my thigh one more time. "Now then, if you are good for the rest of our time together, I won't cut you anymore, understood?" he whispered and he pressed himself right up against me. This was so much worse than last time. At least then I wasn't facing him. I didn't have to watch him as he raped me. I didn't have to see the sick pleasure in his eyes and the satisfaction he'll have if he got me to come undone again.

"Yes sir…" I whispered again, keeping my eyes closed shut. I did not want to watch this. I did not want to see how truly sick and twisted this man was. How had Pharaoh ever trusted someone like him? How could Pharaoh ever see any amount of good in the man?

Again Brad set the knife down on the floor, the blade scraping gently against the stone and before I could even register what was happening, Brad was taking my calves into his hands and he forced them up into the air, resting them against his shoulders. The angle let my entrance completely open for him and it was a painful position but I was flexible enough for it…

"Just like a whore," he muttered and then I felt him inside of me, pushing into me as if I was made for nothing besides satisfying people's sexual desires. Maybe that was all I really was good for… No! I could not start thinking like that. It did not matter what Brad said, I was not a whore…

This time was just as painful as before but the pain did not last nearly as long. His trusts, if anything, were harder and because of the angle, deeper. I cried out, nearly screaming as his hips connected painfully with my thighs. I didn't think. I could barely even breathe with my thighs pressed into my chest they way they were. One of his hands was curled around my hip, holding it tightly with his nailed digging into the flesh. His other arm was wrapped around one of my thighs, his hands pressed to the inside and he continued to claw one of the cuts he had made open.

I choked again, this time on a sob. Everything hurt and tears were streaming down my face but, while powerful, his thrusts were beginning to not hurt as much. His hips continued to connect with mine roughly but he was hitting that spot inside of me that just drove me crazy and I could feel my half hard erection curling up onto my stomach in complete hardness.

My eyes had been squeezed shut the entire time, the only sounds were Brad's moaning, my occasional slipped moan, and my screaming but then Brad spoke again. "You just pretend to hate what I'm giving you, don't you, filthy slut?" he growled, his hips shoving into my again for what seemed like the trillionth time. Surely this had been going on for days upon days because that is what it felt like.

New tears pooled in my tear ducts before flowing freely down my cheeks. "You're pathetic. You just want to hate this so Pharaoh isn't angry with you, but I'd say that erection curving against your stomach says it all." He laughed. He fucking laughed as I cried out at a particularly painful thrust. Rah, please make it stop… Please…

"You'll come undone a second time, just for me," he whispered and I could practically hear the smirk in his voice. His thrusts became more and more forceful and less in rhythm. I knew Brad was nearing his end and, just as before, I wished I could have poofed to dust because I did not want to feel him coming undone inside of me again.

"How many boys have you fucked before Pharaoh, Drake?" he asked and I was sure that by how painful his thrusts were becoming again that he was drawing blood. I screamed, tightening around him and he gasped, shoving up into that spot again.

Stars danced behind my eyelids and I knew that I would come apart soon, but I did not want to. Not for Brad… Not for him… "None…" I whispered, choking on a sob. He slapped me across the face.

"Liar. A pretty little slut like you didn't just turn into one over night. Our Pharaoh didn't simply fuck you once and that turned you into a whore," he spat in my face and his nails dug into my thigh and hip as his member pressed into that spot again. I cried out, feeling the slightest twitch in my erection before I came, splattering both myself and Brad with warm, gooey liquid. Not a moment later did he release into me.

For the second time that week, I truly felt like the whore Brad made me out to be. He pulled out and my legs fell away from my chest. Brad simply pulled his clothing back on and he pressed a kiss into my sweaty hairline before he left the building, leaving me alone with nothing but my tears. I could feel his seed running down my thighs for the second time and again, I felt filthy. If there had been any doubt in my mind before, I was now positive that Pharaoh would never want me again.

I curled into the tightest of balls on the floor and just sobbed until my tears ran dry. It was starting to grow dark and I knew I needed to be back at the palace soon. Pharaoh was still expecting Tommy and I in his room tonight and I could not even imagine what would happen if I wasn't there… So I forced myself out of my ball and I started to get dressed slowly. How was I going to hide the cuts on my thighs from Pharaoh if he wanted to make love with me tonight? How could I even let him touch me after what Brad had just done…?

All these thoughts were buzzing around my brain as I pulled myself back towards the palace. Not many people were out anymore and I wondered just how late it was. I needed to get back… I had to wash up and find a way to hid these cuts…

Walking back to the palace alone seemed like a much longer journey than coming out to the market and once I was inside, I made it my main goal to get to my washroom. Thankfully everyone seemed to be a dinner, so I slipped through the corridors unnoticed. I wondered what Tommy had done when he lost me in the market and I hoped that he wasn't in the bathroom getting ready himself.

To my relief, he wasn't there and he did not show up as I washed myself thoroughly, making sure that I scrubbed away every essence of Brad there was on me and in me. I felt so disgusting but I couldn't let that stop me from getting ready for Pharaoh. I excessively washed myself, as if washing myself was going to erase what Brad had done to me not even an hour ago… That didn't work but at least I had managed to get myself clean.

I wrapped myself up into a towel and grabbed my dirty clothes before crossing the hall towards my bedroom. Before I did anything, I hid my dirty clothes so nobody would fine them and then I sat at my vanity, drying my hair as best I could before pulling it up into a lopsided pony tail. I did my make up the same way I had for the market place but I still had the problem of hiding the cuts on my thighs…

The best I could do for that was to cover them up with concealer. It worked well, but if Pharaoh started rubbing up against my legs, it wouldn't last very long… Once the concealer dried some, I pulled on a pair of shorts that I knew made my ass look fantastic, though I really was not feeling so fantastic… I also pulled on a light weight shirt. It didn't cover much, but it did cover the tattoos, which meant it covered the scars Brad had left there.

Lastly I pulled on my sandals and I knew there was no more avoiding it. I slowly left my room, making my way rigidly to Pharaoh's chambers. When I arrived, I pulled the door open slowly and I slipped inside, praying that Pharaoh was not waiting there angrily. The only person in the room was Tommy, no doubt waiting for Pharaoh.

"Drake?" he exclaimed, jumping from the bed and running over to me. "Thank Rah… I've been looking for you everywhere. I went to tell Pharaoh you were gone but I could not find him so I thought my best bet was to wait here for him so I could talk to him but thank Rah you are safe!" He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

Oh Tommy, I was nothing close to safe…