Stepney's Virginity Gets Lost
Written by: LittleRedToyota and SabbatSpiral
Disclaimer: We don't own any of the characters of TTTE. They all belong to Mattel.
Author's note: This story is based on a twisted RP, edited for publishing as we thought the story turned out interesting. The story took turns we didn't expect or had planned, so watch out for major triggers such as sexual abuse, swearing, violence and gore.
We also apologize for any grammar errors and typos we might have overlooked in the editing process.
Chapter 1
Stepney wasn't sure why he had to take the journey home at night, Sodor mists were known to be thick, treacherous and infamous when they rolled in from the sea. He had asked if he could have a pilot to make sure that the line was cleared, but something about an unexpected influx of boats had called both Percy and Duck away, so Stepney was forced to take the journey alone.
He could only pray that his engine's whistle was loud enough to be heard in time. He wasn't exactly an 'on schedule' engine
Someone in the dark yard heard the whistle. The two ironworkers wondered who dared to trespass into their yard after closing hours. They both jumped out of their engines, setting off to find the source of the noise, intending to teach the intruder a lesson.
"Some moron in an old steam engine..." Bert grunted upon the sight of the engine parked in the yard.
"I think I know that guy..." a smile crept upon Arry's face. "Remember that dude who tattled on us smoking, back in our school days? Oh, I've wanted to get back at him for years..."
"Let's get the bastard!" Bert grinned ugly.
At a junction, Stepney gave a sharp whistle as the lights of a signal box gleamed in the mist and he felt the sharp turn, sharper than he was expecting. Something in the brakes gave a hard thunk. Stepney slowed, pulling the brakes carefully, hoping they were still working. For a brief moment they stuck, but then eased on letting Stepney slow the small terrier to a more careful speed as the lights around him increased.
"Hm, must be in Suddery... that's good. Should be seeing the bridge anytime soon." he tapped the gauge, showing low water. "Will have to fill up soon. Maybe an engineer will take a look at the brakes."
But no bridge appeared, no soft sea breeze or the cry of gulls.
Stepney saw only strange shadows and more lights.
"Damned mist..."
If only he had seen what was creeping up on him…
The tall, buff twins silently snuck up to the engine, one on each side. Then with a quick leap, they jumped into the cab, startling the driver by their sudden appearance.
"Gotcha this time, Stepney!" Arry sneered. "Grab him, Bert!"
Bert grabbed Stepney's wrist, a tight iron grip that would sure leave bruises on the tender skin.
The terrier tank's brakes came hard on, throwing the already off-balance Stepney off out of the cab and onto the ballast, landing on Bert who was taken with him.
Bert felt a crunch in his spine and Stepney's weight on him. Bert groaned at the impact with the ballast but didn't release the grip he had on the other man. The much smaller man was struggling, calling out desperately, clearly having no idea who they are, convinced they were trying to steal his engine and kill him.
"Let go of me! Help! Police, they are stealing my engi- " he was cut off as Arry put a hand over his mouth. The towering ironworker leaned closer with a sinister grin.
"Hello there... you don't remember us?" he growled into Stepney's ear.
"It's been some years, but surely you remember telling the principal that we were smoking... and that we got detention for it?" Bert reminded him. "Remember... we swore to kill you..."
Stepney stopped struggling for a moment looking at Arry in confusing, trying to lean around in Bert's grip to get a better view. His eyes went completely round when the recognition hit him. He looked back at Bert, both shocked and somewhat relieved at the same time to see somewhat familiar faces. As he relaxed Arry let go of his mouth.
"... Oh, its you two. Yes... yes, I do. Wow, you remember that all those years ago..." Stepney gave an awkward little laugh as he glanced between them, ever oblivious to the threat.
"Surely thats water under the bridge. I really do need your help thought." he looked at his engine, now completely stuck on the rails, brakes hard on and unable to move. With a soft move he tried to get up from Bert, smiling at him.
Bert brutally jerked him back, not smiling at all, just having a creepy stone face. His steely glare seemingly tried to pierce Stepney's soul.
"Help you..." Arry gave off a sinister chuckle. "Do you have any idea how much trouble we got into for your lil' tattle...? Not only detention, but also being blamed for everything wrong happening at the school after that... and now you want us to help, eh?"
"Did you know... that we later got into juvie because of a false accusation? You tipped the police... remember?" Bert tightened his grip.
"We were accused for murder attempt..." Arry continued, then his eyes gleamed deviously. "... but was it just a false accusation...? Who knows... maybe we really did it...?"
They both enjoyed seeing the smaller man squirm, the hatred burning in them even after all these years.
Stepney's smile faltered and disappeared, replaced with very clear worry and confusion, falling against Bert's body by the harsh jerk. He started to struggle again, weakly, but still a struggle.
"You were passing cigarettes to other children Arry, that's why I told on you. And that's not fair! I didn't tip the police; you know I didn't, right? Murder... Arry… Arry, I didn't know."
He squirmed, trying to escape, suddenly realizing what trouble he's in. The twins looked too serious to be joking.
"Please, I'll leave. I don't know where I am... I'll leave. You'll never have to see me again."
"You're at the ironworks, Stepney..." Bert sneered.
"Nobody can hear you scream in here... and many people have disappeared without a trace in here, you know." Arry's smile were far from friendly, and his brown eyes were not at all warm and inviting, rather steely and hateful.
"Maybe you didn't know about the supposed murder attempt... which we might or might not be guilty of... but you did tip the police about our whereabouts." he put a hand under Stepney's chin, forcing him to look at him. "Do you know what they do to people in juvie...?"
Stepney swallowed, trying to back away from Arry's calloused hand, his struggle growing as Bert's grip tightened to the point where it was painful, the bones shifting under the fist.
Arry's hand felt the same boyishly soft skin he remembered pushing to the ground when in school, and the goody-two-shoes Stepney was the favorite target. Even now he had the same haircut and annoyingly round baby face that always looked so smug when he got the teacher's questions right.
"I've never been to Juvie... or Jail... I'm not a bad person Arry"
"But we are, eh?" Arry let the question linger between them, his face so close Stepney could feel his warm breath against his face.
Bert smirked at the shiver running through the young man's body from the pain, feeling a small sense of justice for what they were put through.
"If you're a virgin before you go to juvie... you won't stay virgin for long. I can tell you that much..." Bert whispered into Stepney's ear, subtly giving a hint of what they were put through. "Don't drop the soap in the shower..."
"How would you like to get a taste of the pain we had to endure...?" Arry's eyes were dark, dripping of bloodlust and bitterness.
Stepney started screaming again, twisting wildly, desperate to escape, hoping to God that someone would hear him and come to his rescue. He almost succeeded, breaking Bert's grip from sheer adrenaline and almost getting to his feet in the panic to get away.
Arry gave chase, easily cornering the bruised and lost Stepney behind a wall. Stepney cowered away from him as a strong hand pinned him against the brickwall, begging to be let go, pitifully, not yet crying but almost.
"Please Arry... Please I'm sorry." he tried once more to slip away but Bert's reappearance blocked off any exit.
"Don't run, Stepney... you will only die tired and sweaty." Arry hissed, pinning him up against the wall again, almost choking the poor fellow.
Bert's eyes gleamed of something dark and even more sinister. Revenge would be so sweet.
"Maybe you should release him... let him run..." he chuckled. He enjoyed seeing the smaller man try to flee in panic.
Arry's smile grew wider. He loved chasing down people who tried to run from them, he loved the smell of fear and despair reeking from their bodies when he caught up with them. A small game of cat and mouse for his amusement.
"Maybe I should..." he growled, meeting Stepney's stare. "After all... the chase is better than the catch."
Stepney was shaking, pawing at the hand around his neck, the strangled words of 'please' smothered by the pressure. In the gloom, Arry could see the color drain from Stepney's face, replaced by a tinge of purple and blue as the oxygen began to run out. His struggles weakened and the gasps increased as the need for air rised. Barely aware of what the twins were planning, all Stepney could think off was escape, with the rush of blood in his ears deafening anything else. His perfect haircut always neatly parted and with the fringe swept to the side, was now all mushed and ruined from the sweat and fall.
Stepney's eyes brimmed with tears, starting to close.
Arry wasn't going to let Stepney get the release of fainting before they have put him through a slow and painful death, so he loosened his grip enough for the shorter man to gasp for air and fill his lungs.
"How would you like to die, Stepney?" he mused, looking thoughtful for a moment.
"Maybe... a warm death, being lowered into the liquid metal inside the smelters...?" Bert suggested.
"Or death by blow torch... or in the metal crusher?" Arry added, imagining all the pain they wanted to inflict on their old enemy.
Stepney gasped frantically, coughing and spluttering as the air rushed back into his lungs. The sobbing came properly now as he clutched Arry's arm desperately.
"Arry, Please, I beg you don't... I don't want to die! Please. I'll do anything." his knees buckled from the fear of it all. He gazed at them, still pleading as Bert moved in closer, tears falling.
"Anything...?" Bert asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aww... tears, Arry. Should we show him some mercy?"
Arry, not being one to soften by tears, just stared at the terrified man clutching his arm.
"We could just scar him for life instead..." he murmured, studying Stepney's face as he tried to figure out a way to torment him enough to break him.
"Suggestions, Stepney? What is your life worth...? Scarification...?" he threw a glance at Bert who flicked out a pocket-knife. "Bloodletting? Broken limbs? Skinning?"
Stepney looked at the knife horror, then back at Arry, most of the response strangled by the tears, but something got through; "-but that'll kill me..."
He gave a sob, looking down at the hand holding him almost totally giving into the fear, freezing up as Bert moved in closer. His chest hitched with the sobs and he jerked as Bert cut off his cute little, red necktie. The gold button clinked as it dropped onto the concrete. Stepney's shaking made the cut even harder, and a tiny bead of blood from his neck where the blade nicked him soaked into his white shirt.
Arry smiled, running a finger softly over the blood.
"It's beautiful, isn't it? Blood red against white..." he said low, like he was talking to a lover.
Bert toyed with the knife, smiling as he looked sideways at Stepney. "We would make sure not to bleed you to death... just give you a harsh reminder of us and your tattling."
"So... I recon you have better suggestions then?" Arry challenged, staring Stepney down. "Let us hear. What will you give us in return for sparing your life?"
Stepney shivered at the loving voice, unexpectedly turned on by Arry's growling whisper and the incredibly soft touch against his neck. If it wasn't for the fact that he was scared witless then he might have unconsciously leaned into it wanting more of that voice.
Stepney's eyes dilated with the touch, shyly squeezing shut. But as the harsh tone returned, that shift disappeared with Stepney cowering in Arry's stare still unable to find a good answer.
"I'll... I'll pay... I... I have £100 in my kit bag... you can have it all"
Stepney's response shook, hoping it would appease the twins if they took what money he had and left him. He considered offering his engine, but the Terrier didn't belong to him but the Bluebell. He'd lose his job.
Arry laughed raw. It echoed throughout the yard, like a bad omen.
"As if we won't raid your belongings after we killed you..." he chuckled.
"And paying your way out of if is not going to scar you..." Bert scoffed. "You gotta do better than that... and I think you have other things on your mind. I saw something when Arry touched you..."
Arry frowned, grimacing by the thought. "Not quite what I imagined, but... I can always close my eyes and think of England..."
Stepney glanced at the knife then at the hand pinning him. Swallowing his fear and the next sob at the thought of what he was about to do, Stepney brushed a very delicate kiss onto Arry's hand. It was a surprisingly nice kiss even if his face was soaked in tears and the blood, that had reached his face from where Arry had pushed him against the wall hard enough to tear skin. Stepney continued to kiss Arry's hand, his own hands lifting to hold it tenderly even if they shook with fear. The once self-righteous little church boy kissing Arry's hand and washing it with his own tears was a pathetic sight.
Arry had too look away, men had never been a turn-on to him, especially not after the incident at the juvie. In fact, a hint of terror and fear started creeping into his mind. He wanted more than anything to break Stepney's spirit, but would it also break his own. He fought his inner demons while Stepney kissed his hand, trying to figure out if it was worth it. His hand trembled a bit, but it could be mistaken for arousal.
Bert on the other hand found this very interesting, watching it all with his mouth half-open. His hand wandered subconsciously to his crotch, cupping his package while he watched his brother being felt up by Stepney.
Stepney stopped, sensing something in Arry that was deeply uncomfortable with what he was doing, looking up at Arry with almost confusion. Silently he tried to form the question with his face.
"Don't you want this from me?"
Arry's face hardened again, the stone face was back, not revealing any feelings under the surface.
"Is this going scar you...? Mentally?" he growled, willing to give up his own sanity to get back at Stepney for what he did years ago.
Bert had already raised an impressive trouser tent, and he was holding his breath, not wanting them to stop.
"I could take Arry's place..." he murmured, pressing his crotch against Stepney's thigh, letting him feel his hardness.
Stepney's eyes widened at Bert's crotch, not really expecting it to go all the way. He had clearly hoped to emotionally appeal to Arry's little crack, to escape, a tiny moment of 'kindness' to possibly convince the twins to let him go. Now actually faced with the desire of Bert, he seemed to balk at the reality of it all.
"I... I've not done this before... I'm supposed to only do this when..." he stuttered.
Arry pressed Stepney up against the wall, full body contact, though in his case there was no desire involved, he simply wanted to punish the smaller man.
"We hadn't either... before juvie. And it wasn't because we wanted it, I can tell you that much!" Arry snarled furiously, trying to force himself to get a hard on, to be able to perform. Bert wasn't going to get all the fun alone. For Arry, the fun was inflicting mental damage, while for Bert... it was another story.
"Ok... down on your knees!" he stepped away from Stepney, allowing Bert to step forward.
Stepney dropped to his knees not out of his own will, or to obey, but simply because he could barely stand because of the trembling. He gazed up at Bert, eyes like sauce plates and still full of tears as he approached, unsure of what he would be asked to do. He looked like a kicked dog as he knelt before Bert, still trying to get the sobs under control. With hitching breath, he made one last appeal at Arry.
"I'm sorry... That shouldn't have happened to you. That... that wasn't fair, especially as virginity is sacred." he whimpered.
Arry made a strange noise in between a sob, a snort and a chortle, but his face did not reveal what he really felt.
"Sacred..." he choked out, his eyes flaring up with bitter hatred. "Bert... lost his virginity in juvie. I lost it years before, at the orphanage. I was caught kissing one of the girls, so the orphanage manager decided she would find another way to punish me... I... I..."
Arry was faltering for a moment, then he gave Bert a rough push, a sign to start and thus end this painful storytime. He turned his back to them, arms crossed defiantly over his chest as he struggled to regain his composure.
Bert had been set back a bit by his brother's confession. He knew that Arry had been punished at the orphanage, but not how, until now. He felt bad, knowing that Arry had also taken the blow for himself, trying to save Bert from getting the same treatment. Bert looked down at the trembling mess of a man in front of him, no longer sure how to do this.
Stepney's hands clasped in the prayer position, eyes gazing up at with a surprising level of what looked like kindness among the pure terror. Sympathy also made an appearance as he waited for Bert to make his move. He hoped that using the angelic face, that people had always told him looked like the face of a heavenly messenger, could widen the gap. Maybe the twins would listen to their conscience and release him if he showed the love he had always been taught to show sinners struggling without the light. Now if only his voice would stop trembling. He tried to project as much love and sympathy as he could past the screaming fear that told him to simply run now that Arry had stepped away and Bert hesitated. Shaking, he turned back to Bert.
"That was wrong of her... very wrong. She should be punished for hurting a child, especially an orphan." he said low.
"She was..." Arry mumbled with his back towards them. "That was the murder attempt we were accused for..."
The tall, muscular man pressed two fingers against his nose bridge, trying to force himself back in the previous murderous mood, the hatred towards Stepney still burning in his heart. He smiled as he felt his self-control crumble, knowing he would probably lose it if Stepney said another word. He could only hope he managed to keep the aggression and his violent side at bay, or else he would kill the guy by accident.
Bert swallowed hard, he knew his brother was about to lose it, and he knew nobody would be able to hold him back. Unless he did something and made Stepney shut up, Arry would murder the poor fella. But how could he... after all this... he bit his lip, looking down at Stepney again.
It was a pitiful sight, the young man with clasped hands. Normally it would have angered him, made his unleash his brutality, but after Arry's confession... his urges had died. There were two outcomes of this... Arry would snap and murder Stepney, or Stepney would have to try to fulfill what they had started, because he had no idea how to do it anymore. His erection had died.
"Damn it, Arry!" he wheezed.
Stepney swallowed, watching the reactions between the two twins, gauging what his words had done.
Everything was very unsure now, Arry's confession taking all of them off guard and breaking the mood of violence. Even Bert who had been steely, suddenly softened, much to Stepney's surprise and it created an opening.
He could run.
The opening was there, if he was fast enough.
He could run and... the twins would catch him. That much was certain. They knew this place, he didn't. It would break the illusion that he cared what happened to these two monsters.
Well, what had happened was wrong and God would of course punish the woman, but they had made their own choices. He wasn't going to grieve that.
He gazed up at Bert. Bert's softened face was so handsome in the grim red light of the smelters. Rough and coarse but... handsome. He always had been. Instinctively, a shudder of religious disgust ran through him, but so did a shiver of desire.
Maybe, maybe if he did the same to Bert, Bert would also leave him... triggered by bad memories?
Stepney crawled forward, eyes cast down now.
He nuzzled Bert's leg submissively, taking his hand and kissing it with the same sweetness as he had kissed Arry's.
He trembled, having no idea what he was doing, playing out the innocent fantasies he had heard and watched on the funny romcoms that some of the other drivers liked.
Bert was taken by surprise, not expecting this at all. But unlike Arry, he had no inner demons linked to intimacy, so it had a completely different effect on him than perhaps Stepney hoped for. He swallowed hard, wetting his lips. He glanced over at his twin. Arry was still standing with his back towards them.
He knew his twin expected him to be brutal and violent towards Stepney, but with the tender touch Stepney displayed... how could he?
Bert leaned a bit forward, whispering into Stepney's ear.
"Ok... I'm going to save your ass from something far worse. Play along, ok?"
Then he pulled Stepney up by the collar, though making sure it wouldn't hurt him too much, he threw a nervous glance at Arry, hoping he would buy it.
"Listen, you little piece of shit!" he shouted, making sure Arry heard him. "You think you can get away with this? I will show you!"
Then he dragged him inside the nearest door, a tool shed, slamming the door shut behind them.
"I'll try to be gentle." he said, looking at Stepney. "But make sure you scream and beg for mercy, or my brother won't buy it..."
Stepney went limp in Bert's grip, the dread still there, but the whisper having excited something very new in his body. He gave an honest whimper as Bert manhandled him upright, but his eyes spoke volumes. Something in him wanted Bert so, so badly.
He nodded in response to the request, playing along as he was dragged into the tool shed. Bert's promise of gentle treatment made Stepney cling to him for dear life.
"I will, I'm sorry you are having to do this..."
With a glance around at the filthy shed, Stepney shuddered as he slipped his tan jacket off and hung it as neatly as possible on a tool handle. He wasn't exactly sure how Bert intended to go about this, especially with no bed being here or any flat surface. He looked at Bert this time with honest concern.
"How do I do this...? I've never actually done anything like this... Except in my head, but that's it."
Stepney bent down to tie his shoes, trying to figure out what was expected of him at that moment and hoping Bert would just tell him what to do.
Bert had expected a lot more protesting. Stepney willingly undressing for him caught him off guard, but he couldn't help but stare. The way Stepney bent down to remove his shoes caused a familiar stir in his pants.
He threw a nervous glance at the door, hoping Arry wouldn't show up, or this would turn into a violent nightmare.
"I will take the lead... it's been a while, but..." Bert started, tensing up as he could hear his brother's footsteps in the gravel outside, he peeked out of a dirty window, seeing the outline of his twin pacing restless around.
"We need to make this look worse than it is..." he muttered, grabbing Stepney's shirt, brutally ripping it apart to make it look like there had been a struggle. He found a broken fountain pen on a shelf, putting some of the blue ink on a cloth, then using it to make something resembling bruises on Stepney's body.
"Scream... like your life depends on it." he whispered.
Stepney started to wail, brokenly pleading. Not the fake, piercing screaming he had done before but sobbing as if the world was ending. He had kicked his shoes aside and now clung to Bert, like a broken man all over again. Only this time, Bert could feel Stepney's own anxious virginal desire brush against his own, and the small bare hands clutching at his jacket as he poured his soul into the performance for Arry outside.
He glanced up, eyes asking if he was doing ok and for confirmation of a good job. The same eyes he made when they were kids looking up at an adult waiting for confirmation of praise. Instead now, those eyes were on Bert, completely submissive to him and begging for his approval. He shook. He still shook.
Bert got even more confused over his own feelings as Stepney put up one hell of a believable performance. The smaller man clinging to him like this made him strangely soft and a weird protective instinct flared up. It angered him how Stepney could manipulate him away from his original plan, but he couldn't help putting his arms around the poor guy, stroking his back comforting.
"I hate you..." he mumbled. And he really did. He wanted the other man dead... but at the same time, he wanted to spare him from Arry's violent rage. And yet, here he stood, holding his arch enemy in his embrace... comforting the damn man.
Stepney rested his head over Bert's heart, listening to his heartbeats as the wailing became just sobbing, hitched with frantic breath, loud and dramatic enough for Arry to hear it outside. Bert's warmth was surprisingly relaxing, listening to his heart also racing away as they tried to fool Arry, it was to Stepney's surprise, suddenly the only thing in the world he wanted to hear. As the strong arms went around him, the hitch grew into a slight gasp as he melted into arms he had only seen in his deepest wet dreams. He never understood why he had wanted Bert so badly even after what happened back in school, but it was a desire that had never disappeared despite his wishes. He had hoped to feel victorious, but no, Stepney just didn't want this embrace to end. Between pained gasps, he whispered "I never meant to hurt you two... I'm sorry."
Stepney nuzzled Bert's chest, burying his face into the jacket.
The tatters of Stepney's shirt slipped off one shoulder exposing his strong unblemished skin.
Bert swallowed a bitter reply, he no longer knew what he was going to do. He was caught in this weird situation where he was actually trying to save the person, he just minutes ago wanted to rape and kill... even fearing his own brother, as if Arry was the grim reaper himself pacing around outside the door. He knew he couldn't keep Stepney in there forever, and he knew he couldn't let him out without seemingly having inflicted some damage. Hell, he even wanted to damage the guy, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it.
He kept his stare on Arry outside the dirty window, feeling as if he betrayed both himself and his brother and his boyfriend... But Stepney had found his weak spot, playing him like a violin now. And his brother was outside... and his boyfriend was on tour... and he was here, with someone who held him in a way that made him softer by the second. He cursed, hating himself.
Stepney nuzzled between the jacket opening, suddenly finding a patch of exposed skin on Bert. His cheek brushed against the coarse chest hair and the soft skin underneath. The performance of screams and sobs nearly died as a spark ran through him, strangling all sound.
He suddenly wanted more than that little patch, he wanted to see Bert on top of him, looking down with those dark eyes praising him and telling him he was doing a good job, with that chest completely bare... he swallowed as his crucifix clinked against the buttons of his shirt.
He shouldn't. Christ said no to Homosexuality, he would be damned as a sodomite. He gave a true whimper of indecision as a hand shot up to the little cross, mentally begging for forgiveness. Stepney's shirt slipped off the other shoulder, the shaking become shivers of cold.
Stepney looked up at Bert frantically whispering "Tell me what to do... Please."
He nuzzled his forehead against the exposed skin, before brushing a light kiss onto its center.
Bert's breath hitched a bit as the other man's cheek brushed over his chest, followed by a kiss, blushing briefly as he felt all his blood rush down to his crotch again. None of them were making any noises anymore now, the performance had come to a halt and he looked anxiously out of the window, but Arry was gone.
"I... uh..." Bert's eyes swept over Stepney's naked shoulders before he closed them. Had the shirt slipped off because it was ripped or was Stepney... trying to seduce him?
He swallowed hard, his mouth feeling dry as he lifted a hand, hesitating a bit before flitting his fingers over Stepney's naked shoulder.
"You'll get cold..."
It slipped off again, the fabric too ripped to stay up while Stepney was snuggled into Bert, falling away fully against his waist as it was shifted. Stepney stopped, looking back up at him, seemingly confused.
"Didn't you want to... I thought... Am I being let go?" There was a brightness but also, he seemed disappointed beneath it all. The cross glittered in the low light as Stepney's hand fell away from it.
Stepney started to pull away, but Bert's warmth drew him back in, his arms snaking around his waist.
He kissed Bert's exposed collar bone tenderly as the draw of desire grew
"You... don't seem to want to go..." Bert panted, the desire burning in him as the other man kissed his skin again. He knew he didn't have the heart to hold Stepney back if he wanted to flee, but he also knew that as soon as Stepney ran out of that door, Arry would hunt him down and... Bert shuddered by the thought of the blood shed it would result in.
"Isn't this a sin according to your beliefs...?" Bert brushed his lips over Stepney's forehead, unable to hide the weird attraction he felt.
Stepney gave a soft genuine wail as he leaned up into the gentle sensation of Bert's lips, the desire overtaking his brain at their softness. He was so deeply torn as he pulled himself even closer.
"Yes."
It was a plea for Bert to just do what he wanted. Stepney had no defenses left and the smell of Bert, oil and machinery surrounded him in the most intoxicating way possible. He didn't know how to get Bert to just take him and do what he wanted with him, so he just clung, hoping Bert might understand. He knew that running was impossible even if Arry wasn't outside, he was somewhere, prowling. Stepney knew why his body would rather face potential damnation than Arry's violence as he felt Bert's bulge press against his.
"... but you still seem to want... me?" Bert asked low, licking his lips.
The warmth from the other man's body clinging to him, pressing himself against him was intoxicating. From the fear Stepney had displayed earlier, to this... it was confusing and arousing at the same time.
He ran a hand gently down Stepney's back, cupping one of his buttocks in his hand. It rested so perfectly in his hand; it was as if it was made for him. He backed Stepney up towards a desk, using his other arm to clear the desk from paint boxes and tools, so Stepney could sit on it.
He lifted the smaller man up, carefully placing him on the wooden surface. He snuck a hand inside Stepney's ripped shirt, finding bare skin, tenderly running his hand over the smaller man's chest. A lopsided grin ran across his face as his eyes fell on the crucifix hanging around Stepney's neck.
Stepney nodded desperately, reaching up to wrap his arms around Bert's neck, letting the ironworker's big hands have the freedom to run over his entire body. It felt good when Bert cupped his ass, he began again to kiss Bert's neck, clinging even harder to Bert as his feet left the floor and he was carried over to the workbench. It must have been filthy, but in the moment Stepney didn't care. All he wanted was to tell Bert never to stop what he was doing.
Stepney glanced at the window, he could see just outside the dirty glass, the mist clearing and stars coming out, twinkling in time to his gasps. Chains dangled creating strange shadows over Bert's face as he ran a hand over his body.
Stepney shivered and moaned slightly at the touch leaning into it. Bert's smile sent his heart racing. He decided to take a risk. Stepney unfurled an arm from around Bert's neck and cupped his cheek, leaning forward to kiss him. It was only on the side of the mouth, close, but it was all his courage would let him do
Stepney's eyes were sparkling with desire as he looked up at Bert for a reaction.
Bert took it as an invitation. It had been long since he had been with a virgin, and the clumsy attempts on feeling him up and kiss him, aroused him. He enjoyed being the experienced one. So, he responded to the kiss, soft at first, then firmer, more craving. He gently parted Stepney's lips, sliding a playful tongue into his mouth, letting it dance with Stepney's tongue, all while having his rugged hands buried in the smaller man's hair.
He started tearing on his own clothes, pulling his t-shirt over his head, wanting to feel Stepney's hands on his naked skin.
Stepney's mouth parted so easily and he yielded to Bert's firmer craving kisses with soft moans, letting him take the lead. He gasped as he felt the tug on his hair, electric pleasure making him buck forward against the firm chest. He ran his own hands over the exposed chest, feeling every crease and crevice that made it up with almost worshipping tenderness. Stepney seemed caught between lust and awe of Bert who, as the clothes disappeared seemed more and more like the image of a Greek God than of a man. His inexperience burned, flushing his cheeks and making him hesitate.
Bert had kept his pants on, for some reason he still wanted Stepney to have the chance to retreat. But the other man seemed to want this just as bad as himself, so he allowed his own hands to explore the slim body in front of him, not caring if this was a filthy place. He needed this. He grinded his rock-hard bulge against Stepney's crotch, savoring the feeling even if layers of fabric separated them.
His mind was blurred by lust, but a sudden clear moment made him search the pocket of his cargo pants, relieved as he found a small packet with a condom inside. Even if Stepney were a virgin, he didn't take the risk of catching any diseases. The small amount of excess liquid in the packet could also serve as lube, making it less painful for them both.
Stepney writhed as the hands explored his naked chest, the rough skin of Bert's hands making the sensation more delightful in a way he couldn't explain. He whimpered with need as the bulge pressed against him, building the friction that suddenly was all he could think about. Bert's name slipped through the kiss as he felt Bert push up against him even further.
When he pulled away, Stepney mewled, wanting to follow, not baring the thought of the warmth disappearing now. Glancing at the packet, he tilted his head, heart still pounding. There was a delicate little smile as Bert unzipped himself, nibbling his bottom lip as the anticipation grew.
He curled up with a coy expression, watching with desire and fascination, all fear gone.
Bert didn't open the packet right away, but took a step away from Stepney, watching him with his eyes half closed as he slipped a hand into his own boxers, wrapping his hand around his aching member.
Seeing Stepney bite his lip and look at him with glossy eyes, make him throw his head back, eyes closed as he jacked himself with a firm hand, imagining Stepney doing it for him. A low moan escaped him, making him blush as he didn't like coming off as too eager. He wanted to hold back, give the other man some time to adjust to the situation, but the desire was burning inside him now.
With his hand still in his boxers, caressing himself, he looked at Stepney, meeting his stare, his own eyes glossed over my lust.
Stepney watched Bert jerk off, reaching out for him, himself becoming harder. He palmed himself, rubbing his hand to get the friction he desperately needed. Heat built in the pit of his stomach, white sparkles dancing in his body as he couldn't tear his eyes away from Bert.
Gasping as the desire scattered any kind of coherent thought, he pleaded yet again for Bert to come back to him.
"Bert... Bert, please…" all he could think of was that wonderful heat that Bert's body radiated and the excited electricity it sent up and down his body. Tears burned in the corners of his eyes at the concept of not feeling that heat again, being forced only to watch and not experience, to have Bert leave him hanging was something he couldn't bear to even consider.
Stepney keened as he palmed himself even hard, eyes half shut and glossy with lust.
Bert leaned on the desk, resting on one arm, holding Stepney's stare as he placed a hand on Stepney's crotch, giving it a gentle massage outside the stretched fabric of his trousers.
"Please... what?" he breathed as he leaned in for another searing kiss. Stepney's lips were softer than anyone he had ever kissed before, even the women. He looked into Stepney's eyes, giving him another lopsided smile as he used one finger to play with the crucifix around his neck, mockingly reminding Stepney of his religion and how sinful he behaved.
"Where's your God now, preacher boy?" he chuckled low.
Stepney jerked up into his hand as it closed around his crotch, eyes twinkling with unshed tears. The moans now very obviously from pleasure rather than distress or pain filled the space; breathy and light. His mouth yielded once more to Bert's insatiable kisses, submitting to the passion. Bert's tongue filled his mouth and the taste of beer and gum was potent.
Stepney pawed at Bert's shoulders wanting something anchor him down into reality, to assure him that this was real and not a dream. He looked at Bert, dazed with the intensity, cheeks very red.
He whimpered at the finger playing with the golden cross around his neck, the rough skin once again setting off tingles. The guilt flared, clashing with the desire as he felt Bert trace the shape. He could barely word an answer to the question as shame, guilt, lust and desire warred within him, only spiraling his need for Bert further.
"I... I... Please bert... Please I... I need."
Stepney's blush fueled Bert, his small hands on his shoulders making him grow even harder.
"What do you need...?" Bert murmured, leaning down to kiss the sensitive skin of Stepney's neck. His hand now moving across his chest, a finger circling Stepney's nipple. If it was lust or the cold air making it stiff was uncertain, but soon Bert leaned further, taking the small pearl into his mouth, rolling it between his tongue and lip.
Stepney's hands dug into Bert's shoulders as his nipple was sucked, drawing a true shuddering moan from him as it drove everything in his body wild.
"You... I... I need you. Please give me…. you..."
He ran his hands over Bert's scrubby hair, resting his head on top of it, moaning with his mouth half open.
Bert released his nipple, looking up at him with eyes burning from lust.
"Show me how much you want me..." he panted, sprinkling small, tender kisses along Stepney's neck. He didn't want to just plow into the poor guy, but actually make this a somewhat enjoyable experience. At least better than how he lost his own virginity.
This time Stepney decided to give it everything, guilt and shame forgotten. He pulled Bert into a deep passionate kiss of his own, clumsy but it was just enough to express that this was entirely what he wanted from him. He cupped the back of his head, running his fingers through the short hair, unable to grasp it but clinging to it nonetheless. His legs slipped around Bert's hips pulling himself forward, pressing up against the bulge and heat. Stepney pulled away, eyes meeting Bert with an excited gleam, strangely proud of himself for properly kissing someone like this for the first time.
Bert responded, pulling them both into an intense make-put session. He grinded a bit against Stepney's crotch, wondering if the preacher boy would dare to touch him or if kissing was all his courage allowed. He carefully removed the ripped shirt from Stepney's body, caressing his soft skin, smirking at the goosebumps appearing at the trail of his fingers.
"Touch me..." he requested, his eyes challenging as he looked at the shorter man again.
Stepney faltered a little, but there was no way his body was letting him disobey Bert's order. His hands trailed down the ironworker's body, mirroring the motions Bert had traced along his own skin. He glided around the nipple, rolling it gently between two soft fingertips and circling his belly button.
When his hands reached the waistband of Bert's boxers, Stepney stopped, looking at Bert for conformation. One hand slipped over the cloth, the bulge now rock hard, the fingers ghosting over it, the other slipping under just at the tip. Every move was done only at Bert's command.
"Like this...?" His voice breathed.
"Like that..." Bert confirmed, smirking at Stepney's shy attempt on touching him.
Bert's breath hitched a bit and he bit his lip as Stepney reached his crotch, the featherlike touch being extremely arousing. His member twitched against the hand touching it, wanting to be released from its textile prison. His cargo pants had already slipped down to his ankles, his boxer was the only thing left.
"Go on... undress me..." he challenged, wanting to see how brave the other man was when it came to.
Stepney's swirled feather light patterns over Bert's crotch, feeling the twitches and jerks with arousing fascination. He slowly peeled the fabric away from Bert's hips, feeling it slide over the skin to join the cargo pants on the floor. He trembled at the size of Bert, glancing back up, now with a little bit more fear than before, but with desire still burning. Stepney's own trousers where now incredibly tight. The thin leather belt kept everything uncomfortably in.
"You're so big..." he breathed, looking up at the ironworker.
Bert looked down at his erection, then back at Stepney. He didn't know if he was considered big or not, but it seemed to scare the other man a bit. It made him wonder what Stepney's size was.
"You want to call quits?" he asked, putting a hand on Stepney's cheek, letting his thumb caress him.
"...No..." Stepney leaned against the caress with a sigh of pleasure at the touch. There was almost a look of shame on his face as he looked Bert in the eye. "I'm just... I'm just... not very big and... "
He was embarrassed. Suddenly, everything he felt insecure about in his body multiplied as he looked at the perfect glory of Bert.
Stepney began to kiss Bert's hand tenderly again, wrapping both his hands around Bert's manhood, trying to copy the motions Bert had done before.
"I'm yours Bert... make me yours." he pleaded. "Even if I'm not… big…"
"Size isn't important... It's how you wield it. Or so I've been told..." Bert panted as Stepney grabbed him.
Bert chuckled a bit in between the kisses. Stepney's clumsy attempt on touching his manhood was hilarious. He carefully put his hand over Stepney's, showing him how to do it.
"Have you never... touched yourself?" he asked, kissing him again, tender and careful.
Stepney swallowed, blushing harder.
"Father Billsthorpe told us that it was a sin and to just pray if we felt the need."
He felt silly in admitting his total ignorance.
"I have... once.. twice... a few times, but never really explored it."
He leaned into the sweeter kisses with need
"So... you've never had an orgasm?" Bert whispered against his mouth, an urge to teach Stepney about pleasure formed inside him. He tugged at Stepney's trousers, trying to pull them down enough to reveal his genitals. He eventually succeeded, tossing the pants into a corner, Stepney wouldn't be needing them for a while.
Stepney was small, not very small, but small enough to make Bert understand why he was embarrassed of it. The sudden rush of cold air made the now very naked Stepney shudder and curl into himself, but as Bert's hands ran over his hips and thighs, he straightened up, wanting to absorb all the attention and affection he could get.
"Yes... I... I thought of you... " the confession had burned in his chest, but now it was as if Bert could command anything of him and he would tell him the truth.
"M... me?!" Bert thought he had heard wrong. "But you... you haven't seen me in years and... you're scared of me. And Arry..."
He stopped his movements, just staring at the smaller man, confused over what he had heard. The air between them was loaded with sexual tension.
"I'm terrified of you... but I want you too... I'm sorry, forgive me... " Stepney looked away shame now starting to kill his excitement
The voice of Father Billsthorpe was now overriding the courage he had started to show and the urge to run was growing. But he couldn't, not with Bert in front of him and the need in his heart still aching.
Bert stroked Stepney's cheek with a trembling hand. For some reason, his words touched some strings in his heart. Nobody had ever said something like this to him, shown him this kind of emotion and care. He had to pull himself together, if he turned any softer now, he would go liquid.
"I... I want to..." he searched for the right words, but his mind was a mess. "I want to give you an orgasm..."
That wasn't quite how he imagined the phrase, but it would have to do. He couldn't properly word how he wanted to make Stepney's first time as nice as possible, a pleasant memory rather than a painful one.
Stepney melted into the touch on his cheek, eyes closing. This was better than the dream. He could feel Bert's hand mold around to the shape of his cheek as he gently nuzzled Stepney. He reached up to stroke Bert's own temple, running his fingers through his hair, leaning forward to kiss him on the nose.
The guilt was there, lurking in the back of his mind, always drawing back his courage; however Bert's touch was reassuring, it wouldn't let him fall alone. Stepney opened his eyes giving Bert a doe-eyed expression.
"Yes, please… I would love that from you..." he breathed.
At this point, nothing but Bert could satisfy what this building pressure inside of him was demanding.
Stepney keened softly as he ran his hands over and around Bert's naked back, feeling the rippling muscles shift at his touch. With his own definitely failing strength, he pulled Bert closer to himself, eyes never breaking the stare.
His inadequacy in this matter still lingered in the back of his mind. Bert was doing this for him, but would he be a suitable partner for someone of Bert's obvious experience?
Stepney with one hand still around Bert, began to pump himself frantically. He had no idea how any of this would work, but all he could think of was wanting to make what little he could perfect for Bert.
Bert caressed every inch of skin he could access, kissing Stepney intensely. Gently, he put a hand over Stepney's hand, stopping his self-service, wanting to show him something better.
"Let me..." he started kissing his way down from Stepney's mouth, down his neck, his chest, stomach...
He smiled as he saw Stepney's member twitch in anticipation as he kissed the inside of his thighs. Tenderly, he put a hand around him, then kissed the tip of Stepney's throbbing manhood. He looked up at his face with a mischievous smirk, holding his stare while he took him into his mouth, swirling his tongue around his tip as he let it sink deeper and deeper into his mouth.
Stepney shuddered at the kisses, throwing his head back as Bert's lips closed around his manhood, the warmth unlike anything else in the world. It was so warm, wet and Bert's tongue caused stars dancing in his vision as he tried not to thrust forward too much, scared of hurting him. Hands once again tangled themselves in Bert's hair as that precipice loomed in his body and beyond it even more stars. He sobbed with the intense sensations falling back against the wall, mind utterly incoherent as Bert's tongue worked magic.
"Yes... Bert..." that was all his brain could muster as the climax began to build inside him.
Fingers gripped Bert's short hair as the shaking grew and Stepney was driven to the edge. He gave a loud moan of deep pleasure as he came.
Bert swallowed as much as he could, a few drops escaping, which he wept away with his hand. It was over faster than he expected, but Stepney being a virgin it wasn't really a surprise. He hadn't even gotten to show him the sweet spot called the perineum, but maybe... maybe another time, if Stepney ever dared to set foot at the smelters yard again. He licked Stepney clean and looked up at him with a smirk as he licked his lips.
"You ok?" he whispered, kissing his neck while reaching for the condom, opening the packet.
He wanted his own release now. He rolled the condom on, using the excess lube on Stepney's anus, gently massaging his opening to make him ready.
Stepney frantically nodded, his body opening to Bert. As he felt Bert's fingers slide inside him, stretching him out, his heart began to pick up pace again. Shifting his hips downwards, he was able to hook one of his legs over a crate, allowing Bert easier access to him. He caressed Bert's shoulders with both hands, whimpers of pain and pleasure escaping as the stretching grew harder and tighter. So did the need aching inside him. He had thought so early after the first orgasm, his body would be satisfied but no, Stepney felt every nerve ending just dance at the new attention.
"... It… It's tight" was all he could manage to say as Bert prepared him.
Bert moved up and settled between Stepney's legs. The tip of his member touched the entrance and simply kissed his hole. He looked into Stepney's eyes again and then started to push himself in. At first, he felt the resistance, but it began to give way, letting him slide further in, popping past the ring muscle. He paused a little, letting Stepney adjust to his size.
"Does it hurt?" he whispered, brushing his lips over Stepney's forehead.
Stepney cried out, launching himself onto Bert as he felt his member slide in. It felt so tight he could barely breath, the pain shocking his unravelling mind. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes as he clutched Bert's shoulders.
"A little..." he choked out as the pain slowly eased into warmth and the tight pressure gradually dimmed into a soft belonging sensation. Stepney buried his face in Bert's neck kissing the skin and collarbone as the pleasure began to build again.
Bert didn't move, just allowed Stepney to cling to him and get used to him. He wept away some of Stepney's tears with his thumb, trying to soothe him a bit. The last thing he wanted was to harm him.
"Do you want me to stop?" he whispered warmly into his ear, hugging him and toying with his hair.
"Please... Don't stop..." Stepney managed to creak out between kisses.
He kissed Bert's thumb tasting his own salty tears as he did so. He opened his eyes a little to reassure Bert that he was alright. Something new appeared in Stepney's chest. A glow that he had never experienced before for anyone. The deep gentle voice, the tender touches and the care he was showing despite the animosity between them... Stepney felt also unworthy of Bert. He was so much more than even his fantasies had allowed him.
There was love. He had always been told that homosexual partners could only lust after each other. Bert had proved that wrong. He proved it wrong in every soft gesture and tender touch that sent Stepney's mind reeling.
Bert pushed himself in until he reached the end, balls deep in Stepney's anus. He moved slowly, deep, but calm. He leaned forward and kissed Stepney's earlobe, running his hands up his sides and down his spine to calm and unwound him. He felt himself oozing precum, helping him slide inside him. He began to slowly ease you, then slid back in, a little quicker this time. Repeat. He stifled a moan; he knew he wouldn't last long now.
Stepney shuddered violently, clinging to Bert as everything from before spiraled upwards and the friction of Bert's member inside of him was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was indescribable.
"Don't stop, don't stop... Bert, please…" Stepney whimpered loudly. Much too loudly but the feelings inside of him had no way else to go.
He sighed at the kiss, the glow inside his chest growing. All he could think of was this never ending.
"You're wonderful, Bert..."
Bert began to pump a little faster, a touch harder. He grabbed Stepney's hips a little tighter. Then he suddenly stiffened even further, he cried out as his warm liquids filled the condom, deep inside Stepney. He held his arms wrapped tight around Stepney as the orgasm rolled over him like a wave.
Stepney's body was surprisingly cool, but sweaty from the last orgasm. He gave a much softer cry as the second orgasm overtook his mind turning his body into jelly, sinking deep into Bert's warm arms. He felt so full and so complete, as the embrace tightened. It was perfect.
The door flew open with a crash, making Bert jump in shock. The afterglow still burning inside him as he realized he had let his guard down. He pulled out, turned to face the looming shadow of his brother in the doorway.
"You were supposed to mentally scar him, not make love to him!" Arry's voice was deep and threatening. "Scar him like he scarred us!"
Bert quickly pulled his pants up, standing up, shielding Stepney with his own body. This would not end well, he frantically tried to come up with a way to stop Arry's rage.
Stepney cried out as Bert pulled out unexpectedly, almost dropping to the floor as he had no strength left after the two orgasms. He clutched the edge of the desk, confused and dazed as all the movements was a blur.
He looked at Arry over Bert's bicep, his eyes glossy with the afterglow and unfocused. Arry's thunderous expression ignited the dread again even if his mind couldn't yet process what had just been said.
Stepney whimpered into the muscle, trying to hide once again as his mind began to clear enough to see Arry more clearly in the doorway.
"I'm not scarred... he..." Bert tried to protect Stepney but was stopped as Arry grabbed him and tossed him aside, causing him to ram the wall and drop to the floor.
His head felt like it had taken quite a hit, he clutched it with his hands, trying to regain his senses. He couldn't faint now... not now...
Arry took in the sight of Stepney's naked body, cringing at the sight. Ever since juvie, he had problems seeing naked men, even his own body. It filled him with disgust and hatred.
"It was your fault we ended in juvie... You broke me!" he hissed, his hand grabbing Stepney's throat, pinning him down on the desk.
Stepney gave a strangled scream, scrabbling to escape as Arry lunged for him. The hard grip around his throat as well as the impact of the desk sent everything spinning in the worst way. He pawed at Arry's hand trying desperately to release its hold, darkness creeping in at the edges of his vision.
"Bert..." Stepney reached out one hand for Bert, suddenly terrified as the hard clatter of tools and metal made his heart jump. He tried to call out over the strangling hold. "B... B… Bert..."
Fingers outstretched as he reached in the direction of the sound, groping the air to find that sweet warmth and tenderness again. He needed to know if Bert was alright.
Arry threw a disgusted glance at his brother who was still on the floor, seemingly trying to snap out of the cloud of pain he was in.
"I should have known you were too soft, Bert..." he snarled, furiously, turning his attention back to Stepney.
His free hand grabbed a screwdriver, and with one swift movement, he shoved the handle up Stepney's ass. He was going to teach the smaller man a whole lot about pain.
"How do you like that, you little twat?!" he roared.
Stepney bucked, the sudden intrusion easier from Bert beforehand but the cold uneven gritty metal sent pain ricocheting through him. He screamed and sobbed, pawing at Arry's arm and chest, trying to beat him back.
"Please..." Stepney sobbed, trying to escape the pain of whatever had been thrusted into him.
It was so far from the comforting gentle warmth of Bert that Stepney wondered if this was even happening. Darkness closed in further.
Arry gave a few more thrusts with the screwdriver, then pulled it out, forcing it into Stepney's mouth.
"Now lick it clean, you fuckin' basterd!" he growled, knowing all too well how it would taste after a dip into someone's anus.
He almost gagged by the memory, grinning ugly. Soaking Stepney in vomit could have been a perfect addition to this... but he kept it down.
"I hope you're watching this, Bert!" he shouted back at his brother. "THIS is how you get back at someone who ruined your life!"
"My... life isn't... ruined..." Bert panted between waves of pain still pulsing in his head. He attempted to stand up, but the dizziness forced him back down.
"It will be, when I tell your precious boyfriend what you did in here tonight!" Arry hissed, turning to Stepney again, loosening his grip enough for the other man to breathe.
Stepney gagged, the taste unbearable and the metal scrapping his teeth. He struggled, fighting back and refusing to obey Arry for all he was worth. Fingernails scrabbled and scratched at Arry's hands, trying to pull the screwdriver from his mouth. With a surprising burst of strength, he tore the screwdriver from Arry's hand and flung it so hard it smashed the window. It disappeared into the gloom. The darkness fuzzed the rest of Stepney's vision despite the sudden looser grip.
He glared up at Arry even if he could barely see him now, fury fueling every motion now. Arry had hurt Bert, he had... Attacked himself in the worst way possible. Stepney kicked as hard as he could at Arry, aiming for softer parts, but missed.
"I didn't... cough… ruin your life Arry..." Stepney refused to take that blame. Arry was doing this, he had chosen to do this. Any sympathy Stepney had had for the ironworker had faded.
Arry suddenly felt a piercing pain at the back of his head, but he wasn't able to find out what it was before his knees gave in and everything turned black. He dropped to the floor with a loud thud, not noticing his twin brother standing behind him, breathing heavy, holding a broomstick, which had broken in half from the impact with Arry's skull.
Bert looked down at his unconscious brother on the floor, then he dropped the broom, in one swift movement he grabbed Stepney's hand, pulling him out of the shed.
"Run!" he pleaded. "I don't know how long he'll be out cold..."
Bert reluctantly let go of Stepney's hand, watching him run in panic. He wanted to follow, make sure he was safe, but he was held back. He threw a glance into the shed, at his brother's body on the floor. Arry was a monster, but he was still his brother... and he had to make sure he was alright.
"Run..." he whispered into the thin air before turning and picking up his brother's limp body.
Stepney ran. Pulling up his dropped trousers and a random jacket he found on the hook. It didn't matter whose, he just took it, fastening himself back into the trousers and pulling the coat on as the freezing night air hit him. His bare socked feet protested loudly at the course ballast, but he couldn't care less. The coughing did not stop though even as adrenaline surged in him.
It just grew more and more hacked as the vomit surged upwards, felling Stepney and sending him downwards. He bent over, emptying his stomach.
He sobbed, staggering upwards, still working on Bert's frantic words of "run", knees buckling as he wiped his mouth with a hand.
Tears ran down his face as he picked up speed again, running blindly into the fog.
To be continued….
Stepney: SabbatSpiral
Arry: LittleRedToyota
Bert: LittleRedToyota