Andre tied Bruno to a chair, putting a gag in his mouth. He was not taking any chances and did not want a repeat of yesterday. Just the thought of almost losing his little mouse was enough to make him want to destroy everything around him. He grasped the back of Bruno's hair pulling him forward and kissed him on the forehead. It would be fine this time.
He left and came back five minutes later with a stocky middle-aged man. The man's hairline was reseeding a little and he wore fisherman's clothes. "Ramiro, this is my fiancé Bruno. Bruno, this is our neighbor Ramiro," Andre made the introductions causally like his fiancé wasn't tired to a chair naked. It was humiliating. Ramiro looked at him but didn't let his eyes linger. He seemed disinterested.
"I'll be gone for a few hours, there's beer in the kitchen. Feed him if he gets hungry and do not let him go outside. If he says he has to pee make sure he goes immediately, he had an accident earlier." Andre spoke like he was giving instructions on how to take care of a dog.
"Little mouse, do not do anything unless Ramiro says so. You must always get permission. I do not want anything to go wrong while I'm gone so be on your best behavior." He gave Bruno a very dangerous look to show how serious he was.
After he left, Ramiro made sure the door was locked. "Little mouse," He commented in a deep raspy voice regarding the naked tied up man. "Cute nickname." He pulled out his fisherman's knife that he had strapped to his belt causing Bruno's anxiety to spike. But he merely cut the ropes freeing the small man. Bruno did not move from the chair obeying Andre's rules, but he did cover his genitals with his hands.
The fisherman went to the kitchen to grab a beer then came back and sat on the couch watching Bruno. The chair and couch were facing each other, so Ramiro just stared. This silence was deafening. The prophet kept his eyes averted and stared at the floor.
"Move your hands," the fisherman said taking a drink from his beer.
The captive was affronted by the request and ignored it like he didn't hear. The man just kept staring. Bruno wanted to go elsewhere and he couldn't believe he was going to ask permission, but it was a rule and he did not want to get paddled again. "Can I-" he huffed annoyed, "Can I get up and go to the bedroom?"
Ramiro smirked. "Sure kid," he responded.
"I'm not a kid," Bruno blurted getting out of the chair slowly trying to go easy on himself due to his injuries. Could this guy not see the gray in his hair. He was getting sick of being treated like a child. "I'm a 50 year-old man."
"You're a bit older than me then," the man cackled watching Bruno go into the bedroom.
The events of yesterday in the bedroom made his anxiety flare, but he had nowhere else to hide. It was a small house and the only place he didn't run the risk of running into his 'babysitter' was in the bedroom. Bruno found the the broom Andre had threatened him with, flipped it upside down and placed it by the door to ward off unwanted guests, like Ramiro.
He sat on the stripped mattress wincing then chanted, "knock knock knock knock knock, knock on wood," hitting the wooden bedside table with his knuckles. What he would give for some salt, or sugar, right now, but he wasn't willing to go to the kitchen and possibly get stared at by the fisherman. He moved to lay on his stomach to relieve the pain on his behind but was startled by a voice.
"Why do you do that?" Ramiro asked standing just outside the doorway.
"What?" The smaller man asked confused, not by the question, but by why the man was bothering him. Ramiro gave an example to his question by knocking on the wall. "I-It's a way to keep from tempting fate," he explained. The stocky man hummed in understanding and stepped into the room. Bruno moved close to the headboard with his feet on the floor ready to make a move if need be.
Ramiro slowly stepped closer until he was standing right in front the naked man blocking a means of escape. Bruno looked up and saw the smirk on his face. "Andre wasn't kidding when he said you were cute." Bruno looked down not wanting to have this conversation and saw the bulge in the other man's pants. He began to tremble, this was not happening.
The stocky man unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. "How about you taste it for me." The smaller man nearly cried. Why would Andre let this happened? He said that he loved him, but now he was whoring Bruno out to the neighbors. It was a scary thing, to feel betrayed by his captor and rapist. "I'm sure you do this all the time for Andre." He had never done it before.
For fear of being punished, Bruno unwillingly opened his mouth. Fresh tears fell down his face. He closed his eyes, leaned forward and let the man's penis slide into his mouth. Inexperienced, he didn't really know what else to do, but that didn't seem to matter.
A hand grabbed his hair and yanked his face forward choking him. He sputtered around the intrusion and grabbed at the man's thighs trying to push himself away. Ramiro fucked into Bruno's mouth roughly enjoying the wet choking sounds. It only took a few minutes before he spurt into the small man's mouth then quickly pulled out.
He placed his hand over his victim's mouth "Swallow it," He demanded. Bruno tried to pull his head away but one hand held on to his hair while the other kept him from spitting it out. Feeling his gag reflex starting to initiate and not wanting to be punished for getting sick everywhere, he quickly swallowed the terrible tasting fluid. When Ramiro let go, he gagged and retched. "If you vomit, I'm going to make you eat it." Bruno did his best to just breath.
When the man decided Bruno was likely not going to be sick, he pushed to him to his stomach. The man stroked himself for a minute until he came back to hardness, then pushed into the small man's already abused hole. He cried out a pathetic sounding whine and lay there limply as the fisher man pushed into him rocking his body against the bed.
Suddenly the front door opened and before anyone in the bedroom could react, Andre walked in saying something about forgetting his money. He stopped and see his most precious treasure being violated.
"Andre," Ramiro said in surprise pulling out of the captive and tucking himself back into his pants. Bruno only laid there watching them, unsure of what was going on."He came on to me!" The fisherman suddenly tried to accuse.
Andre looked more pissed than anyone Bruno had ever seen. It scared him, so he pulled his legs up on to the bed and sat up against the headboard. Andre marched at the fisherman grabbing him by the back of his neck and smashed his face in to the wall several times. A faint crunch insured that he broke the man's nose. Trying to get away in a panic, the stocky man moved toward the door but tripped over his own feet and fell on the bed in front of Bruno.
Bruno watched as Andre turned Ramiro over on to his back. He punched his face over and over again until it was a gruesome unidentifiable bloody mess. The man's gurgled breathing horrified the prophet. The carpenter pulled out his pocket knife releasing the blade and stabbed the fisherman over and over and over again angrily. Blood gushed and splattered on the mattress, floor, walls, and Bruno as Andre kept stabbing long after the other man was dead.
The prophet's wide terrified eyes watched as Andre finally stopped stabbing and looked at him. Bruno tried to think of something to say to explain that it wasn't his fault, he was only following the rules. He didn't want to do it. But Andre's eyes softened and tears dripped from his eyes and mixed with the blood on his face. "Little mouse," He said softly. "I'm so sorry I didn't protect you."
Andre moved to the smaller man and pulled him into an embrace, which left him in total shock. Bruno eventually hugged back and the younger man cried into his shoulder. Relief flooded into the older man knowing now that he had done nothing wrong, his captor was not angry with him and he would not be punished. It was a relief to find out that Andre had been telling the truth about protecting him and loving him. He hugged his captor a little tighter seeking some comfort of his own.
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A very lost rat scurried through the woods. It had been lost all night and half the morning wandering the woods after being so rudely flung from it's human. The sooner it's human was recovered the sooner it could eat something more delicious than things it found in the woods.
It finally found the end of the trees and surprisingly, spotted familiar humans riding horses along the path. The humans were talking among each other and did not notice the rat. It tried to run around them and in front of them, but it went unnoticed. The horses were used to Bruno's rats being everywhere and paid no attention to this one.
After trying for a long while to get their attention the rat gave up in a huff. It sniffed around for a bit and followed the scent of where the family had come from, heading toward the encanto.
Mirabel and the others didn't notice a small rat scurrying away in the opposite direction they were headed. However, what they did see was a town set up on the edge of a lake. They excitedly rushed their horses toward the town.
When they reached the town's welcome sign they dismounted and walked the horses down the main road. There were business along the street they walked on and people bustling about buying and selling. It was a lot bigger and more populated than their home town.
"Okay…" Camilo mused as they walked, "Now what?"
"Let's split up and ask the business owners if they've seen tio Bruno," Mirabel suggested.
"No one is going to know who he is," Isabela quipped.
"We could just give a description," Dolores chimed in.
"Or better yet," Camilo purposed, "I can just show them what he looks like,"
"No!" Everyone yelled at the same time causing a few strangers to look at them for a moment.
"Do not use your gifts," Mirabel warned lowering her voice. "The gifts are not something people here have heard of. We don't know how anyone will react."
"What do we do then?" Luisa asked. Everyone kept throwing around ideas and she was ready to settle on one and get started.
"Let's just split up and ask around." Mirabel looked straight at Camilo adding, "And just tell them what tio Bruno looks like."
"No splitting up," Isabela declared, "We do not need another missing family member on our hands."
"Let's just go in two groups," Camilo said impatiently. He then grabbed Mirabel's and Dolores's hands and pulled them along with him. Leaving Isabela and Luisa with the horses.
"This is why I said only the adults should get involved," Isabela seethed. "Camilo is going to get us into trouble." Luisa hoped not.