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Oh my god guys, yesterday I met someone who was seriously called Antonio Garcia LOL!

Thank you soooo incredibly much for the 900 reviews! Wow I definitely didn't expect that when I started this story :D I can't wait till I reach a 1000. Darn that is A LOT. I can't believe it :)

I would just like to give a shoutout to all the guests that reviewed! My 900th reviewer was a guest, and I have the idea that one guest has left kind of a lot of reviews ;) Thanks for your enthusiasm, really appreciate it :)

I'm so proud of myself because I wrote a long chapter again! This chapter's exactly 5000 words haha!

I would just like to recommend DammitKendizzle's new one-shot, Victim of Lies. I thought it was brilliant!

Okay, well, let's just get on with the story, then! I hope there aren't too many mistakes in this chapter. I wanted to update so badly by now that I didn't feel like reading it again to check it. I know, very bad and lazy of me...

Warnings: Violence, strong language, angst.

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Chapter 26

Logan was trembling as his already bruised body was pulled over Pete's lap. Pete was sitting on the wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the whole room. Logan now lay over his lap with his ass in the air, the way a parent would spread their kid over their lap before they'd spank him. Heat crept onto his face in shame, his cheeks burning even brighter when Pete pulled his trousers down to his ankles, and then pulled his underwear back, but thankfully less far. Just far enough to expose his bare butt.

Pete had positioned himself and Logan in a way that allowed Logan to look at his friends, and his friends to look at him, and in a way this slightly comforted Logan, while he both mentally and physically tried to prepare and brace himself for the spanking, not quite knowing what to expect.

Hawk had his little Casio camera in his hands, ready to film, making Logan feel even more ashamed. Chris stood behind James, Carlos and Kendall, who were sitting next to each other on the floor, making sure they were not going to attack Pete or Hawk. Then Hawk nodded, and all four boys' breath hitched as Pete raised his hand in the air, then with an incredible force he landed the first blow to Logan's vulnerable skin, a loud 'smack' sounding through the room. Logan couldn't help the squeak of surprise as the blow was way more painful as he had expected, but he quickly bit his tongue before the next strike fell, and bravely tried to keep quiet for the next ten hits or so, only letting small gasps escape his lips. Logan was counting the hits in his head, which possibly made it even worse, because when he got to the tenth hit, and he knew there were at least twenty more to come, probably thirty, his butt was already starting to hurt so badly he was having trouble keeping quiet any longer.

"Come on, Pete, make him scream." Hawk was mumbling, while keeping his eyes glued to little screen of the camera, clearly enjoying this. Logan didn't think it was possible, but Pete raised his hand even higher and the next blow was even more painful than the previous ones. His whole bottom seemed to be standing on fire, and he couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips. With every next hit his groans grew louder and it didn't take long before he was screaming at Pete to stop, and realised he had lost count, in too much pain to be able to concentrate on anything else but the pain. He heard his friends shouting protests by now too, and he wanted to look up at them, but he found that he couldn't even lift his head anymore. Every time the hand landed on his bum it made him feel like the skin was on fire, he couldn't believe how painful this was. Tears were rolling over his face, stinging his re-opened wound on his cheek, and he was screaming and pleading for Pete to stop by now, trying to kick out his leg, which didn't help him one bit, because his jeans around his feet stopped him from being able to kick really high and Pete had no trouble holding him down.

In the end he was full-out sobbing, not holding it in anymore because it hurt too much. Carlos was clutching James right arm, his hands shaking. James, who was sitting between his two friends, laid his hand on Carlos' good knee to try and give him some support, while they all were hit with a mixture of pity for Logan, and dread for themselves. All of them hated having to experience this, having to hear Logan's screams and pleas, while knowing that they were going to be next.

James was surprised when he felt Kendall scooting closer to him, but he didn't dare to touch his knee like he was touching Carlos'. He didn't want to upset Kendall even more, so he just accepted him sitting almost pressed completely against James, and gave him a small smile. Carlos was crying silently, but there wasn't just sadness or fear in his eyes. There was anger too. Kendall wasn't crying, he was just trembling and breathing very fast and visibly trying to keep himself from full-out panicking. James was just concentrating on how many hits there were left till forty, while imaging all these different kinds of horrible deaths for Pete, Chris and mostly, Hawk. Four hits left. Three. Two. One last scream and then it was over. For Logan at least. James shuddered.

Logan only realised after several moments of laying there, still sobbing in pain, that Pete was done hitting him. He relaxed his body and went completely limp on Pete's lap, while the man pulled his shorts back up, and then his jeans, all the while letting Logan lay there on his lap, suddenly immensely embarrassed and trying to stop his sobbing. Logan didn't protest when Hawk stalked over and pulled him off Pete's lap. Every movement suddenly hurt, and his bottom felt like it was on fire as Hawk dragged him to his feet and towards his friends. He stumbled, slightly bend over, and was thrown down next to his friends, landing on his knees. James immediately threw his arms around him, as Logan was shaking all over, not sobbing anymore and visibly trying to get himself together, but still very upset and definitely in pain. James was proud of him.

"Alright, next." Chris spoke from behind them, making all the boys jump, and Kendall, who had pulled himself away from James when Logan had been thrown into James' arms, scooted closer to his friends again and fisted the side of James' T-shirt, which again surprised him.

Chris pushed Carlos forward harshly when he didn't react, not having understood that with the 'next' they apparently meant him. He cried out as Hawk grabbed the collar of his T-shirt, after handing Pete the camera, and dragged him towards the chair, making Carlos cry out in pain as his leg was dragged over the floor. It send excruciating daggers through his leg, and the rest of his body didn't feel that much better either, still so damaged from the beating he'd received earlier.

His body was already so bruised and injured, that everything hurt, and he couldn't help himself from crying out again when Hawk, after he had sat down on the chair, pulled him over his lap, making Carlos' stomach hit Hawk's knees. Then when Hawk pulled him further on his lap, to give him better access to his bum, his bruised stomach and injured leg screamed felt like they were ripped open all over again, but he groaned this time, trying to stay strong like Logan. But he couldn't help himself from screaming when Hawk pulled his jeans down his bum, making them scrape against his leg wound, re-opening the wound that had just started to kind of heal.

"Jesus! Be careful!" James cried out frustrated for his friend, earning himself a smack on the back of his head by Chris, who was laughing at him.

Carlos was screaming way earlier than Logan. Every time Hawk brought his hand down on Carlos' bare bum, his bruised chest, and thus his bruised ribs, would also get a blow, because he was positioned rather unlucky. But the boys presumed that Hawk had done that on purpose, knowing very well how to hurt Carlos the worst. He tried to squirm into another position, but Hawk held him down easily. He was gripping both his wrists in one hand and pushing them down on his chest, effectively restraining his wrists and keeping him from moving his upper body at the same time. Carlos tried to kick at Hawk's legs, but he couldn't reach them, and trying to kick out hurt him even worse, so after a while he gave up the struggling and just laid there, yelling with every blow Hawk landed on his bum, wishing that it would be over soon.

James and Kendall were starting to get really nervous by now, as they were seeing how badly it hurt apparently when they were just given blows with a bare hand. They were going to be spanked - god, what an awful word it was - with tools. How much worse would that be? Could a hairbrush or a belt make them bleed? Logan and Carlos' bums were bright red during and after the spanking, and looked like they would stay that colour for a while, but their skin hadn't been opened or anything, so they guessed that was good that was at least a tiny relief. They wouldn't have long-lasting results. But Carlos' yelling and sobbing was eating away at their hearts, and making them bite their lips, as they felt so incredibly useless. They hated the fact that they just had to sit here and just watch their best friends getting abused right in front of eyes, while they could do absolutely nothing to help them, because Chris was standing over them threateningly.

Logan was still in James' arms, but he seemed to have calmed down a little bit, his own pain drowned out a bit by the warmth of James' body, and the guilt and worry that he felt at hearing Carlos' screams. Wasn't it over yet? Hadn't he had 40 hits yet?

Again James had been counting along in his head, trying not to either explode in anger, or burst out in tears at hearing his ever so innocent and happily naive friend being put through so much pain, and was relieved when finally it was done. He was glad and also slightly surprised that the men kept their words, and gave him exactly 40 hits, not one more. But then again, more hits weren't needed. The damage they wanted was done. Carlos was in hysterics by now, crying big tears that were rolling over his bruised cheeks, the salt stinging the wounds. He cried out when Hawk pushed him off his lap harshly and got to his feet himself as well.

"Well, that was fun." The man said still laughing while he stretched his arms in front of him. Carlos wanted to crawl away from the man as fast as he could, his whole body flaring in pain, but the crawling hurt so bad, because of his leg wound. And his whole chest and stomach felt like they were on fire. He couldn't move.

Kendall suddenly let go of James' shirt and surprised everyone by scooting forward and grabbing Carlos by his armpits, then dragging him backwards gently towards their little, huddled-together group. James and Logan, and even Kendall himself, were even more surprised when Carlos threw his arms around Kendall and started sobbing against his chest, and Kendall froze momentarily, but didn't push his friend away, and then slowly returned the hug and started rubbing circles over Carlos' back, all the while glaring at Hawk. Logan and James stared for a moment, apparently Kendall's protective nature and love for his friends was stronger than his trauma. Then suddenly Logan was pulled away from James by his hair, and thrown to the side harshly, making all of them jump in fright. Chris grabbed James by his arms and dragged him towards the chair, making James grit his teeth as he desperately tried to keep quiet, his leg hurting like a bitch, but not wanting to give these bastards the satisfaction of showing how bad they hurt him.

He decided then that he would try to not scream at all, the bastards didn't deserve that. They seemed to really enjoy hurting them, and after seeing his two friends being put through that James was suddenly filled with an enormous amount of rage. It really wasn't fair what they had done to them so far. What the hell had they done to deserve to be put through so much pain? Nothing of it was fair. Those men were just some freaks who for some sick reason got a thrill out of hurting them, and James decided stubbornly that the was sure as hell not going to give them the pleasure anymore.

He was dragged over Chris' lap ungraciously, and gritted his teeth as Chris pulled his trousers and boxers down, but stayed silent. He couldn't help himself from jerking though, when he felt Chris' hands roaming over his ass while he whistled appreciatively, and sickeningly.

"Stop that, you dirty PERV!" James couldn't help but scream angrily, while trying to jerk his body away, but Chris was holding him in the same embarrassing way that Hawk and Pete had held Logan and Carlos, with his wrists locked together in one hand, and pushed down on his back. James might be strong, but he was no match for any of these three men. Chris grinned at his reaction.

"You don't like that? Well, you sure have a fine a...-"

"YOU'RE A PSHYCHO!" James screamed at him, all his frustration and pain and stress of the past few days suddenly getting to him in the form of an explosive kind of anger.

"Would you like to get five more hits for calling me names, sweetheart?" Chris asked in a sweet voice, like he was talking to a naughty five-year old. James jerked his body again angrily, feeling like all the anger and frustration and injustice he had felt but kept inside for such a long time, was suddenly bursting out of him like a floodgate that had been opened.

"Would you like me to hit you for calling me names, SICK FREAK!?" James screamed at him, while still jerking like a maniac on Chris' lap, hating how Hawk was laughing loudly at his tantrum while opening the box and taking out a big silver hairbrush.

Kendall, Logan and Carlos tensed when they heard James' response, not wanting him to make this even worse for himself, but somehow they could understand James' anger outburst. It was all so unfair, what had they done to deserve this?

They cringed when Hawk handed Chris the silver, glimmering hairbrush, and Chris raised it high in the air, then with incredible force he brought it down on James butt, which he was sure immediately left a red mark. James couldn't help the gasp of surprise that left his mouth as soon as the brush hit his bare buttocks.

"AH YOU STUPID-..." James tried to scream at his spanker but before he could even finish Chris had landed the next blow, which made James' sentence end in a loud groan.

"God, this is fun." Chris laughed loudly, before landing the third blow, while the other three boys, who were now being shadowed by Pete, huddled together in panic and shock at the whole situation.

"Ah you JERK!" James screamed, his pain magnifying his anger, and he kept trying to jerk his body out of Chris' vice-like grip, wanting nothing more than to punch the rapist to a bloody pulp. But Chris didn't even have any trouble with holding him down.

In fact, he bend his head down slightly, to whisper in his ear.

"I like how you fight me. It sort of turns me on." James shuddered, but before he could even think of a nasty retort, Chris brought the heavy back of the brush down on his back again. It was starting to get really painful by now, and James desperately did not want to show the bastards how bad this was hurting him, and how badly he wanted it to stop, but he also knew he couldn't stop himself from screaming in pain. And so he screamed curse after curse at the man, starting to get really desperate when they only reached ten. How the hell was he supposed to survive twenty more of these? His whole backside already felt like it was constantly on fire, and whenever the brush landed on his bare bum, it felt like a thousand long needles pierced the skin. It truly was a horrible feeling, and about half-way through he lost count of the hits, the desperate attempts to try and keep back the tears that were unwillingly forming in his eyes from the pain, becoming too much to be able to think about anything else. He couldn't even think of curses to throw at Chris anymore, he just screamed his lungs out, letting out all his anger and frustration, but also because it just hurt that goddamn much. He could feel something grow from underneath Chris' pants, which made his heart race in shock.

Kendall was shaking uncontrollably now, desperately wanting the horrible beating to stop for James' sake, but at the same time absolutely terrified of when it finally would stop. Because then it would be his turn. He really didn't want this to happen to him. He wasn't sure if he could take this constant pain and fear and stress any longer. And his bum already hurt so bad, it still did from when Chris had... well... hurt him.

Logan and Carlos were pressed against him, Carlos against his chest, and Logan against his right side, like a three-way hug. Carlos was still crying in pain and also for James' sake. He hated hearing his friend scream and cry like that. James and Kendall were the strong ones in their band of friendship, the ones who lead him and Logan, and protected them. Now one of them was crying and screaming in pain, and the other was almost hyperventilating with fear, and both were feeling just as low and helpless as the two smaller and older boys, with no hint of leadership left.

Logan also had tears spilling over his face every now and then, while he hugged his two friends, sitting on his knees, desperately trying to avoid his bum from making contact with anything.

Despite James' earlier, stubborn plan to not show his kidnappers any weakness, the pain was too much and he couldn't think about anything else except for the wish to let the pain stop. Tears were rolling freely over his cheeks now, and he didn't even care anymore. Thirty hits with the back of a heavy hairbrush on a bare bum were just too much to handle. He was sure his bum was literally on fire now, that's how painful it was. In a moment of delirium he thought that even Freight Train wouldn't be able to take this without crying his eyes out.

Then finally, after what felt like a hundred hits, Chris gave him one last hit, before throwing the brush down on the floor, and softly rubbing his hands over James' now bright red bum cheeks, which also had a few small wounds on them, out of which blood was slowly trickling.

He momentarily didn't even have the strength to tell the man off anymore and he just laid completely still as he tried to catch his breath and silently prayed that Chris would let him go now. That it was over now.

Then finally Chris threw him on the floor ungraciously, making James groan in pain as his leg hit the floor harshly, and stood up to drag James back towards his friends, his eyes twinkling when they landed on Kendall's harshly trembling form.

"Are you ready, beautiful?" Chris asked him sweetly, with a big sneer on his face, while he pushed James down next to Logan, who immediately wrapped his hands around him protectively, and Pete grabbed Kendall away from Carlos and pulled him up to his feet.

Kendall bit his lip to not start crying in fear as Pete pulled him along by his wrist towards the dreaded chair, extremely scared after seeing his friends' reactions to their spankings. When they reached it Pete spun him around to face him, and put his hands on Kendall's waist, aiming on taking off his belt. For one second Kendall froze completely, feeling like his whole body turned to ice as he felt the man's hands on his belt, then the next moment he tore himself away from the man with a whimpered 'No!' escaping his mouth, and he was backing away from the man frantically, almost falling over his own feet. He screamed when he suddenly bumped into someone, who without even seeing the man, he knew was Chris. Chris was laughing as he wrapped his arms around Kendall's torso, effectively pinning Kendall's arms against his own body. Kendall screamed loudly, starting to struggle as he felt like he was going crazy with fear, when Pete walked towards him again and grabbed Kendall's belt again, opening it with a snap, and then pulling it off.

"We can't belt you, without a belt." Chris whispered in his ear, the horrible breath and voice reminding him so much of the rape. He struggled furiously, the fear and panic making him feel sick and light-headed, to get out of Chris' grip, while Chris pushed him forward, still keeping his body so horribly close to Kendall's. When Kendall was standing in front of Pete, who was already sitting on the chair, Chris finally let go of him and pushed him down harshly, making him collapse on Pete's lap, who immediately grabbed his bruised wrists, and pinned them on his back, the way they'd done to the other boys as well.

Kendall knew it was Pete's hands that travelled down to his jeans, and yanked them down his legs, exposing his bare legs. He knew it was Pete who then pushed his dirty boxer down, which thankfully was dark of colour. He knew that it was for a spanking, and not for rape. But he couldn't help the flashbacks that mixed with reality, as he laid there with his bare butt in the air, and he couldn't help the tears that were already streaming down his cheeks, before Pete had even landed the first blow. He was just so scared, and so humiliated, and he kept hearing his own screams in his head, and Chris' grunts of pleasure. He kept feeling the horrible pain. Oh god, he couldn't deal with this...

The first blow made him jolt back into reality for a second, the sudden horrible slash of pain making him cry out in pain, and mostly panic. Oh god, that first blow already was so painful...

The second followed rather quick, then the third, and the fourth.

Tears rolled over his face, but he tried to concentrate on keeping as quiet as he could. He tried to focus on his breathing, which he knew was going way too fast, but he couldn't help it. He tried to concentrate on trying not to scream. He tried to concentrate on anything that was really happening, anything to keep him in reality and not let him fall back into those horrible flashbacks that were luring at his mind. But he couldn't help the pain-filled grunts that escaped his mouth, every time the belt landed harshly on his bare skin, and made it feel like it was being ripped apart.

Logan, Carlos and James were sitting tightly pressed against each other, all trying not to sit on their bums which were still throbbing viciously, while they listened to their friends' sounds of pain and crying. They wanted to block out his grunts that kept growing louder and louder with each hit, and the hiccupping, choking kind of sound of him crying. They wanted to block everything out that was happening, but they couldn't.

Kendall could hear Pete grunt softly as he brought the belt down with incredibly force for what felt to Kendall like the 100th time, but James, who was counting, knew was only the 12th. That was when Kendall lost it completely. He started struggling furiously on Pete's lap, and screaming his lungs out in complete and utter panic. His bum felt like it was on fire, and even though it wasn't the same kind of pain he'd endured with Chris, it was similar enough for him to make him freak out.

"NO PLEASE STOP! PLEASE STOP!" He screamed, breaking the heart of his three friends, and making tears leak out of the corners of Carlos' and Logan's eyes again.

James, who, even though he was in horrible and still so fresh pain, had both his friends in his arms, was looking at Kendall with sorrow eating at his heart, understanding where Kendall's panic was coming from. He gasped when he looked at Kendall's bum and could see that the belt was actually ripping open the skin a bit, and his bum was kind of smeared with a small amount of blood.

How many more hits? Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight...

Kendall was starting to go light-headed with pain and panic. He couldn't form words anymore, couldn't even scream at the top of his lungs anymore. He was utterly exhausted by now, and was afraid he was going to pass out soon. He knew that Pete was getting tired too, because he was grunting with every strike, for the last few lashes, making the experience even worse for Kendall.

Twenty-nine. Thirty. Oh thank god.

Pete threw down the now slightly bloodied leather belt, and took a deep breath, as Kendall laid on his lap crying and trembling uncontrollably. Pete wasn't proud of himself for hurting the boy so bad. He didn't like it. But he told himself not to care.

Kendall couldn't move anything in his body anymore in exhaustion. He was in so much pain right now, and his mind was a mess. All he could suddenly think about were his mom and Katie. Oh god, how badly he wanted to be in their arms, away from this hell.

He moaned in pain as Pete pulled the boxers back over his bum, and then his jeans that now hung loosely over his hips because his belt was now too bloody to put back around his jeans. Then he got to his feet and pulled Kendall up with him. He hadn't even noticed that Chris had rushed towards them again, but when Kendall's whole world spun around his eyes and his weak knees gave out underneath him, Chris was the one who caught him and pulled him up again. Kendall couldn't even bring himself to try to get out of his grip anymore. He was too humiliated and exhausted by now, and he felt sick and slightly light-headed.

Chris spun him around and pressed him to his chest, then grunted in his ear huskily, making sure Kendall was the only one that could hear what he was saying.

"That was so hot, I want to fuck you so badly right now."

And suddenly everything was too much for Kendall to handle, the pain, the fear, the hunger, the memories, everything, and he felt himself pass out in Chris' arms.

"Holy shit, Kendall!" James cried out as he saw his friend's eyes roll back, then saw him go completely limp in Chris' weird kind of embrace, making Logan and Carlos, who both sat with their backs towards the chair, in James' embrace, snap their head around to gasp at the sight as well. Hawk clapped his hands, smiling brightly.

"Alright, I think that was enough for now. Wouldn't want all of you to faint on us. We'll continue this lovely game later."

Chris sighed slightly disappointed as he gathered a still unconscious Kendall in his arms the way a love-struck groom would carry his bride, and walked towards the door, while Pete and Hawk stalked over to the other three boys, who didn't think they'd ever in their whole lives felt so relieved.

They didn't object at all anymore when they were carried back to their room, and tied on their beds once again with the blindfold back over their eyes. Kendall slowly came to just when Chris was putting the blindfold over his eyes, and his first reaction was to start panicking in confusion, but his body was too weak and exhausted. After a moment he remembered what had happened and actually felt relief at the fact that he was back in this room.

The three men then left the four broken boys alone, to silently cry in their misery and pray for help to come soon, because they didn't know how much more of this they would be able to take.

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Oh the depression... And the angst.

Sorry guys, I feel really weird for actually enjoying writing this chapter, but it's just so good for getting rid of all of my own frustration and angst for some reason.

Well thanks so much for reading and I really hope you could leave a review? I LOVE reviews ;)

Love and hugs, Evi