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Chapter 14

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"None of this is going to hurt you." Patrick promised in a low, way-too-calm voice as he blocked Eddie up against the wall with his arm. "So don't be scared..."

Eddie swallowed, feeling anxiety in his chest. Patrick's words were the opposite of calming. Eddie was very fucking scared. He knew there was no way anything good was going to come from this. He could feel his chest and throat tightening again as his breaths became more ragged and more painful. It was extremely clear what kind of thing Patrick wanted here. This wasn't like Henry. He wasn't just taking out rage on someone smaller and weaker than himself. He was looking for sexual gratification. He had ideas in his head of what kinds of sexual things he wanted to do, and he was unfortunately going to force Eddie to be included in them.

Patrick carefully reached out and took Eddie's hands in his own. "Henry was a lot more rough with you than he needed to be." The older boy noted, pulling Eddie's hands down toward Patrick's crotch. "It doesn't take much to get you to listen though." He noted, pressing Eddie's hands down between his legs.

Eddie gasped a shaking breath and pulled his hands back, shaking his head.

Patrick raised his eyebrows and frowned. "Thought you said you were going to cooperate."

Eddie stared, then shook his head again. "I can't..." He whispered, his voice shaking with tears. "Please don't make me..."

Patrick glared down at him. "If you don't do what I say, I'm gonna start breaking your fingers." Patrick proceeded to unzip his own pants and reach his hand inside.

Shuddering and squeezing his eyes closed, Eddie turned his head to the side and let out a shaking breath. He could feel himself starting to really panic again. His breaths were growing short. Soon he'd either need to use his inhaler, or probably pass out. He couldn't deal with this. It was hard for him to deal with regular, daily, normal scary stuff out in the world, but this? This was fucking insane. He just couldn't handle it.

"Give me a hand job..." Patrick started. "You know how to do that?"

"No." Eddie whimpered, shaking his head and pulling his hands away. He could hear his own breathing loudly in his ears. It was practically all he could hear. He was so scared.

"No, you don't know how? Or no you're refusing?" Patrick stared. "You're gonna wish you were dead if you don't do what I say..."

"I'm not doing it..." Eddie shook his head, shrinking down. He couldn't. Tears stung his eyes as he refused to look back. His breaths were becoming more and more short and shallow. He couldn't force himself to do this. He just couldn't.

"You are doing it... Or I'm gonna start breaking your fingers." He grabbed Eddie's hand, gripping a single finger and starting to twist.

"Please don't!" Eddie sobbed, trying to pull his hand away, unable to bring himself to open his eyes. Not when he saw what Patrick was doing just before he closed them. He saw Patrick unzipping his pants, reaching inside. He didn't want to see that. He didn't want to touch it.

"Then you've gotta do what I fucking say." Patrick let go of Eddie's finger and slapped his hand. "Open your eyes, get your hands down here, and jerk off my dick." He demanded, grabbing Eddie's hands again and pulling them toward him.

"NO!" Eddie wheezed, tugging his arms back and shrinking down as small as he could.

"Now, Girly Boy, or you're gonna get hurt." Patrick huffed, grabbing toward Eddie's hands again as the younger boy pulled them protectively against his chest.

Eddie exhaled a shaking breath as he turned his face toward the window, opening his eyes and staring up and out. He had to get out of here. Cooperating wasn't working. He was just going to end up having to suffer until they accidentally killed him if he didn't act soon. He had to take some sort of control here.

So he yanked his hands down sharply, pulling out of Patrick's grip before shoving against his chest as hard as he could. He proceeded to dart toward the window, climbing quickly up onto the shelf and reaching toward the ledge, starting to pull himself up.

He let out a panicked sob as Patrick grabbed him, pulling him back so hard that he landed against the floor with a pained, breathless wince.

"You stupid, little sack of shit..." Patrick growled, dragging Eddie up to his knees by his hair as the smaller boy hissed in pain. He kept a hand tangled harshly in the younger boy's hair and pulled his head back. "You won't use your hands? Fine. Open up, you little prick. And don't bite me." He threatened. "Or I'll cut your fucking throat. I don't care if you're alive or dead. I'll still do this. Probably be easier for me to fuck your mouth if you're dead anyway."

Eddie shrunk down as he couldn't help but to sob uncontrollably. He vaguely heard Patrick trying to speak, but couldn't hear his words over his own breathless gasps. He was so scared, and in so much pain. "Please let me go!" Eddie cried.

Patrick was still trying to talk, but Eddie couldn't get himself to stop crying. His breaths were so short and frantic. He felt like he might pass out.

"You're gonna wake up Henry's dad, you dumbfuck." Patrick growled, grabbing Eddie up off the floor and pushing him harshly against the wall, face-first. He pressed one hand over the smaller boy's mouth, crushing painfully against his face as he pulled the boy back against his chest.

"I was gonna let you off easy... I realize you're tiny, that you probably haven't done much of this kind of thing before... I was gonna do this so I didn't hurt you... But you're being a little piece of shit... Just hold still and shut the fuck up for ten minutes." Patrick growled, shoving Eddie roughly up against the wall again and grabbing at the waist of his shorts with his free hand.

Eddie let out a terrified, muffled whimper as he tried to shake his head. At the very least he just wanted to be able to scream - maybe his last hope was Henry or his dad hearing him and doing something to stop Patrick. Eddie didn't know for sure what either of them would do... but as long as it wasn't a violent death, it couldn't get worse.

"I wasn't going to hurt you." Patrick growled again, holding his hand hard over Eddie's face as he pulled his head back against his chest. "You just had to give me a hand job... That wouldn't have hurt you even a little, you little brat. You wouldn't do it, so I suggested a blow job. Still wouldn't have hurt. I kept going easy on you... But you wouldn't cooperate... So I'm gonna have to do it this way. And it's gonna be very fucking painful."

Reaching up with shaking hands, Eddie grabbed at Patrick's arm, letting out a shaking sob stifled by the older boy's hand.

"You could try to relax... but there's no way this isn't gonna really, really fucking hurt you." Patrick breathed, using his free hand to yank Eddie's shorts and underwear halfway down his thighs.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and sobbed a terrified cry, suppressed by Patrick's bruising hand. He wheezed pained, frantic breaths through the tiny cracks between the older boy's fingers as he felt Patrick kick one of his ankles, causing him to stumble slightly.

"It's good for me though." Patrick breathed, reaching down and putting one of his hands on Eddie's inner thigh, forcing his leg further to the side. "I want it to hurt you. I like it that way."

Eddie shook his head and continued sobbing. This was absolutely the last thing he wanted to happen - and until today, he hadn't even considered it a possibility. None of the Bowers gang ever did anything like this - not to him. He always thought they reserved this kind of horror for girls... or in most of their cases - they just didn't do this kind of thing to anyone.

"I really would have preferred your mouth, you know." Patrick told him as he held him against the wall. He felt Patrick moving his arm behind him, maybe rubbing himself? Eddie didn't know. He'd never had sex before. He didn't know how it worked - not the specifics. He just knew he felt Patrick moving behind him, whatever he was doing, it wasn't being done to Eddie. He was doing something to himself. "I haven't stopped thinking about that since the thing with the gun..." Patrick noted, his breaths becoming quicker.

Eddie whimpered and flinched, trying to pull himself away, but finding that he was very much trapped.

"I never would have thought about it..." Patrick breathed, still moving his arm rhythmically behind Eddie. "But seeing you choking on that gun..." He paused. "I wanted to fuck your little mouth so bad... Your tiny, warm, soft lips, that wet little tongue, gagging as Henry shoved that gun into your mouth. I could see your spit on it, slicking it up." Patrick spoke slowly. "I wanted that gun to be my dick."

Choking out a breathless, muffled sob, Eddie squeezed his eyes shut and struggled uselessly under Patrick's grip. The older boy had him pinned so securely. He really couldn't move at all.

"It would have easier on both of us if you just agreed to the blow job..." Patrick noted, sliding his hand back and forth behind Eddie. "I actually haven't done this before - not like this... I bet it'll be good though. For me at least." He laughed.

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut tighter and pulled his legs closer together. He could feel some part of Patrick's skin on his lower back. Hopefully his hand or arm. As his breaths increased under Patrick's hand, Eddie was certain he wasn't going to stay conscious during this. It was probably for the best. At least if he passed out, he wouldn't have to be aware of what Patrick was doing to him.

"You're gonna wish you just gave me the hand job..." Patrick whispered, running his hand down Eddie's back, across his butt, and down over his upper thigh.

"Patrick!" Henry's voice hissed angrily as Eddie heard his feet quickly making his way down the basement stairs. He didn't know whether to be relieved or not. Would Henry even stop Patrick from doing this? Would he think it was funny. Would he do the same thing once Patrick was done? Maybe they'd take turns hurting him while the other one watched and laughed.

Eddie kept his eyes squeezed shut as he whimpered from his place pressed firmly and painfully against the wall. He couldn't look. He couldn't open his eyes. He could barely even breathe. He just wanted to be gone. He wanted both of these terrifying bullies away from him forever. He would have rather been with the clown.

Eddie sobbed harder as he realized he honestly wished he would have let the clown take him. He didn't know what that would have meant for him - what the clown would have done to him, if it would have hurt, if it would have lasted a long time or not... But it couldn't possibly be worse than this. He should have just told Pennywise yes. He should have begged him to take him out of here.

"Give me five minutes, Bowers." Patrick growled, his voice clearly annoyed as he put his hand back on Eddie's thigh and roughly grabbed his upper arm with his other hand, squeezing painfully.

"Please make him stop!" Eddie cried breathlessly once Patrick's hand no longer stifled his voice. He let out a shaking moan as Patrick shoved him hard against the wall, knocking what little breath he had in his lungs out. "Make him stop, Henry..." Eddie whimpered, choking out shaking sobs and quick, shallow breaths. "I'll d-do anything... Henry, I'll do anything..." He sobbed.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Patrick?" Henry sounded disgusted as he walked closer, seemingly trying to pull his friend back, but Patrick remained firmly planted in place, shoving his friend away and moving his attention back to Eddie.

"I'll be quick, Henry. Go upstairs if you don't like it." Patrick breathed. "You should really just stop being a prude and let me do this, then take a turn yourself though. It's gonna feel fuckin' awesome. This is like a million times better than jacking yourself off."

Eddie sobbed as he felt Patrick's hands grip him even harder and push him painfully against the wall. The older boy kicked his ankle again as Eddie had moved it back. Eddie squeezed his eyes shut even tighter than they already had been as he wheezed increasingly strained breaths. He wasn't going to last much longer. He was barely managing to get any oxygen at all...

"Hold still, you little fucker." Patrick breathed, crushing Eddie's body painfully between himself and the wall. "Cry all you want. Just hold the fuck still."

"God damn it, Patrick. Fucking stop. Go home." Henry growled, grabbing his friend harder and pulling him back so that Eddie sunk down breathlessly to the floor.

Eddie let out a fearful shriek and flinched away as he felt Patrick's hand on his arm, but Henry quickly pulled his friend back again. "Go home, Pat. This kid is fuckin' thirteen years old... and he looks like he's god damned eight. It's like four thirty in the morning. My dad's gonna fuckin' kill all three of us if he hears this shit. Go."

"Why'd we fucking bring him here?" Patrick growled, but didn't move to grab Eddie again. He must have respected Henry's orders on some level, even if he did want to argue with him about it.

"Not that." Henry spat back. "You fuckin faggot. Get out of here before I tell everyone at school that you get off on fucking little boys up the ass."

"Fuck you, Henry." Patrick shoved Henry's shoulder and stomped toward the stairs. "You're the one being a fag. I'm just trying to have fun. You're the one treating him like your little fucking' pet." He stared directly at Eddie. "He's got a real fucked up infatuation with you, kid, so have fun."

"Get the fuck out, Patrick!" Henry screamed again, balling his hands into fists and moving toward Eddie. "Get up." Henry growled, grabbing Eddie roughly by his arm and dragging him painfully up off the floor.

Eddie couldn't even bring himself to speak at this point. He felt so disoriented, scared, in pain. He could barely breathe. His vision was clouded grey at the edges and he honestly felt like he could pass out at any moment. He didn't know what Henry was going to do to him. The clown had suggested Henry might do the same things Patrick tried... Would he? Henry himself said he wouldn't... but he did almost do it before. Patrick just made some kind of scary comments about it too. What had all that meant?

"I'm so fucking sick of him." Henry growled, yanking Eddie hard by his arm.

Eddie sobbed, shaking his head as he tried to shrink down. "Don't hurt me... Please just let me go..." He whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut until he felt Henry's hands on his legs, grabbing at his shorts which Patrick had previously pulled down past his knees. "No!" Eddie sobbed, flinching away. "Don't touch me!"

Henry exhaled a frustrated growl and held Eddie tighter by his arm, tugging his shorts back up before shoving the boy rather roughly back against the wall.

"Let me go! I wanna go home!" Eddie sobbed, his breaths becoming more and more panicked with each passing second. He felt so light-headed, but also so frantic and full of adrenaline that he couldn't stop screaming and fighting. "I wanna go home! I wanna go home! Please!" He cried.

"Shut up." Henry growled, shoving his hand against Eddie's mouth as he pressed the smaller boy painfully up against the wall. "My dad can't hear you, or you and I are both fucked... Just shut up."

Eddie whimpered a muffled cry, trying to agree to stay quiet... though he really couldn't guarantee it. He was completely terrified, and he could barely breathe. This was the worst situation he'd ever experienced in his whole life.

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