Chapter Two
The scream was carried to the Tortuga, where it was heard by Jimmy Z, who had been heating up some leftover pizza. He turned toward the window, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Hey Koki, did you hear that?" He asked her as he turned towards her. "Yeah... We should check on Chris and Martin." She answered. She swiveled her chair around to face her computer screen, then began contacting the bros.
"Chris! Martin! Come in guys!" She called to them. The image showed Chris and Martin huddled together behind a tree. "Help us," Martin whimpered in fear before they looked above the view of of the Cp, eyes searching before they screamed, the image going black, then to static. The crew stared at the screen in shock. "Koki! Do something bring it back!" Aviva cried.
"I'm trying!" Koki replied as she typed furiously on her keyboard. They got an image of the brothers with their mouths open as if they screaming for a second, but it disappeared. "NO!" They all screamed. "We gotta do something. We gotta got out there!" Aviva cried. "We can't and you know it. What if whatever's out there gets us too? What help is that to them?" Jimmy Z told her.
"He's got a point, Aviva. We need to stay here and do what we can until the coast is clear." Koki added.
"Alright, fine." Aviva agreed as she sat in her chair. Now all they could do was wait.
Chris blearily opened his puffy, red eyes and looked at the darkness around him. Panic overwhelmed him in an instant and he cried out to his brother. "Martin? Martin, where are you?"
He heard a groan. "Uhn... Ow..."
"Martin! Martin is that you?"
"Chris?"
"Yeah it's me bro. You OK?"
"My head hurts like a bitch, but other than that yeah. How 'bout you?"
"I'm good."
Chris heard chains rattle. "Where are we?" His brother asked. "You tell me," he answered. His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he could make out the form of Martin, who was chained up by his wrists to the ceiling and by his ankles to the floor. Chris was chained likewise.
"I can feel the shackles digging into my wrists," Martin commented as he wriggled his right wrist a little. "Yeah, me too," Chris replied. That's when he noticed something. "I don't have any clothes on," he told Martin. "Me neither, except for my underwear," Martin replied as he tried to look down.
"Do I have mine on? I can't see." Chris asked.
"Yeah you do."
"Good. Damn it's cold in here. Was taking off our clothes really necessary?"
Chris sniffed, then sneezed. "Smell that?" He asked Martin, who inhaled deeply through his nose. "Yeah... Smells like-"
Sshk. The metal door to Martin's right and Chris' left opened with the sound of steel against steel. A man's silhouette stood in the doorway. The brothers squinted at the bright light coming in from around the tall, husky man. "Well, look who's up. How's everyone's favorite creature adventurers?" The man asked, a smirk evident in his voice. "Who the hell are you?" Martin snarled, his anger rising. "Now now Martin, no need for unnecessary anger. And my name is Mordecai." The man-Mordecai- answered as he began walking up to Chris. Chris flinched back when Mordecai unlocked the shackles on his wrists and ankles. He fell into his captor, legs weak from immobility. "What the frick are you doing?" Martin asked Mordecai as he pulled the smaller male up so he could support him. "Nothing that concerns you, that's for sure," Mordecai sneered. "Martin? Martin!" Chris cried. He half dragged, half walked Chris through the doorway, the metal door slamming with a sharp clang behind them. Martin's eyes went wide in fear. "Chris! CHRIS!" He screamed, "Chris!"
Chris' eyes looked everywhere as Mordecai helped him down a long hallway and up a flight of stairs. "W-where are we going?" He asked, unable to stop his voice from shaking. "Somewhere," Mordecai answered. There was something in his voice that made Chris shiver in fear. When they reached large double doors, Mordecai stopped.
"I'm going to let go of you now," he told him, "if you try anything, you will be severly punished. Understand?" He finished. Chris nodded. Mordecai gave a nod of approval before releasing the brunette Kratt and opening a series of locks on the doors. After he finished unlocking the lock, Mordecai grabbed Chris roughly by his arm and swung open the doors to reveal a huge bedroom with an equally large bed across from the doorway. He shoved Chris into the room before he went inside, closing and locking the door behind him.
Chris stood awkwardly as he waited for Mordecai to tell him what to do next. "Stay here; I'll be right back," Mordecai instructed him.
'Not like I have a choice," Chris thought. He watched Mordecai go into a bathroom to his right, his curiousity increasing in spite of his current situation. 'Maybe he's got a key somewhere-' his thought was cut off when he heard the shower turn on.
And then he heard singing. He didn't know the song, but it sounded oddly familiar. He walked quietly up to the bathroom, placing his hand on the knob and pushing it away from him slowly. Inside, it looked like your average bathroom, perhaps a bit cleaner. "What would it take, you are my reason, for everything I do! Whatever it takes, whatever it takes, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes! Whatever it takes! Whatever it takes. Whatever it takes..." The sound of Mordecai's singing filled Chris' head.
He leaned into the bathroom, and when he looked at the mirror he saw that the shower curtain was clear plastic and revealed Mordecai's naked form. Chris blushed in embarassment and went back into the bedroom, pulling the door back to where it had been before. Mordecai finished his shower a few minutes later, stepping out of the large shower into the bathroom. He took the towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist before leaving to his room. When Chris saw him he blushed.
Mordecai smirked. "New to this, eh?" He asked him,purposely striking a casual pose. Chris' eyes went wide. "N-new to what?" He asked, his voice rising slightly in fear. A million thoughts of what he meant ran through his head at warp speed.
Mordecai decided to have a little fun with his captive, so he took a step toward him with a mischievous smirk on his face. "You know what," he answered. Chris gulped. He began taking steps back as Mordecai advanced. He tripped backwards onto the taller man's bed. Mordecai took both of Chris' wrists into one of his hands, pinning them down before he reached down with his free hand and slowly, ever so slowly pulled off the younger man's boxer shorts. Chris' brown eyes went wide at the exposure. "P-please... Don't do this!" Chris pleaded as Mordecai's pointer finger trailed down his middle. Mordecai looked at him, a lustful yet playful smile on his lips. "Do, what?" He asked, finger stopping just before Chris' dick.
Chris made a small noise in the back of his throat when Mordecai's calloused, warm hand grabbed him. His body reacted in the way he didn't want it to, making Mordecai let out an airy chuckle. "Looks like you want it-" he dropped his towel. "-to me." Chris was unable to look away from the naked man in front of him. The man in question released his wrists before picking him up and putting him down on the middle of the bed.
He settled himself above Chris, his legs on either side of him. Chris had seen enough movies to know that it was better-and would go a lot faster-if he cooperated, so he just let Mordecai lead. Mordecai smiled. He leaned down and placed a kiss right on Chris' lips. The brunette's eyes went wide for the millionth time that night (or was it morning?...).
Mordecai smirked when he pulled back. "You're enjoying this," he said, more statement than question. Chris didn't reply, but instead asked, "What are your going to do with Martin and I?"
Mordecai ended the conversation with a kiss. "Less talk, more foreplay," he said. He reached again and grabbed Chris' member. The smaller man gasped. He layed there on his captor's bed, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to do with him, until Mordecai decided to go all the way.
"Wh-what are you d-doing?" Chris asked in confusion as Mordecai pushed lightly against his tight hole. "The rest of the nine yards," the elder man answered. Chris began to struggle, eager to get away. "N-no! Stay away from me!" He cried. "Martin! MARTIN!"
Mordecai grabbed Chris' legs and pulled them down beside him, holding them in place with his own. He pushed his arms onto the mattress before pushing his dick into Chris. Chris screamed in pain, then after a while began to cry. "Martin... Help me..." He sobbed quietly. "Martin..." His cries got louder as Mordecai neared his climax. "AHH! MARTIN!" He screamed.
The scream reached the intended recipient through an airvent in the ceiling. Martin turned to it and whispered, "Chris?" He struggled against his restraints. "CHRIS!" He yelled. He stopped struggling. "Chris..." His head fell forward and his eyelids drooped from fatigue. "Chris..."
A/N: Aww, poor Chris! (Why does everyone say that? Why never 'poor Martin?') Think about that as you review (if you do review).
