Oh em geeeee. It's like no matter how much detail I try to add, it never makes the chapter loonngg. Btw, people were like reading my mind with the whole "more detail with Carlos" and "another pov like Kendall's mommy" because I totally fucking wrote that before I even posted up chapter 5. Shiiiiitttt. Stay out of my mind DB
Thanks for that last review, DinosaurShapedChicken. ;A; That whole boys being themselves through it so far was what I was trying to go for. I mean, if you were trapped in that situation, wouldn't you try to make yourself feel as if it isn't happening? Cracking a joke or two. And I feel like Carlos would be the type to joke his way out of confrontation with pain. Me and him are somewhat similar in our seemingly care-free/crazy nature so I figure if he were like me, he wouldn't come out and say directly "Hey I was sexually assaulted." He would have moments of strong emotions but otherwise try to hide it. That's just my interpretation. _
Anyways, back to the story. Thanks for all the reviews. It really helps push a writer (especially a newbie like me XD) to get new chapters up.
His pants were bunched down around his knees. Paul was in too much of a rush to pulls his clothes off. He was thrown down onto the bed, arms pinned above his head as the man began his assault on his mouth. He breathed heavily, sloppily kissing the boy. "God you fucking slut. I knew you'd come back for more." Carlos shut his eyes, tears sliding out from underneath his lids, unaware that he was shaking his head side to side as Paul slid his shirt up with one hand, the other still hold the boy's wrists securely above his head, and began playing with his nipples. "Damn." He stopped for a second, pulling out the ski mask he had in his pocket and wearing it on with one tug. "Mike, get the camera."
His eyes shot open. Camera? They were going to record this?! "No!" Carlos looked to the side in horror as the shorter man pulled own his own mask, turning the recording device on. He began to struggle, kicking and twisting his body, and got rewarded with a hard slap on the face, the strength of the blow throwing his head to one side. "Please don't do this." Carlos pleaded, looking up at the masked man above him.
"But Carlito. I just wanted to make memories with you," Paul said in mock sincerity, eyes wide to go with the false tone of his voice. "Now let's put on a little show for the friends and family." He pressed down on his body, locking mouths with the wriggling body beneath him. Carlos could hear the camera zooming in and out. He panicked, gaining a sudden rush of adrenaline, and was able to rip his wrists out of Paul's loosened grasp, throwing a punch to the surprised man's face and pushing him off. Carlos scurried backwards, trying to pull up his pants along the way until he was back up against the wall, breathing hard. Paul stayed like that for a moment, head to the side. The boy could see the man's jaw move as he gritted his teeth. The man then turned his head slowly towards Carlos, who, by then, was frozen like a deer caught in the headlights. The shorter man chuckled on the side, very very amused as he was catching this all on tape.
Paul got up, walking over to the frozen boy. Carlos looked up at him, his expression like a kid who got caught doing something bad. He didn't even see the first hit, striking him hard in the face, his whole body tumbling over. The kick to his ribs came just as fast. He choked, curling up in a feeble attempt to protect himself as he received blow after blow. Just as he was about to pass out Paul stopped, picking him up by his shirt collar. "Whew, you made me lose my temper there for a moment, baby," Paul smiled, "Let's skip the apologies and go straight to the make-up sex."
Carlos groaned, saying no over and over. Paul ignored him, dropping him back on the mattress. He flipped him over onto his stomach, pulling the boy's hips up, and in one fell swoop, pulleddown both his pants and boxers. Paul pushed his head down into the mattress and leaned over him, pulling him up by the hair. "Now I wanted to take it slowly this time but you gave me no choice."
He screamed as Paul roughly pushed himself in, sobbing as he felt his already damaged walls tear even further.
Did it hurt this much last time too?
"Damn. So fucking tight," Paul moaned, thrusting further and harder, getting off on the boy's barely distinguishable pleading as it all mixed together, pretty soon just turning into soft whimpers. "Yo Mike. Place the camera on the table. Kid needs something to do with those pretty lips of his," he gasped breathlessly, tugging hard on the boy's hair. NonononoNO!
He cracked open his eyes when he felt the mattress move, seeing the shorter man kneeling in front of him, cock dripping and hard. He looked up pleading with his eyes. Please don't make me do this. "Please."
"Ya hear that? He's begging for it." NO! Mike grabbed his soft black hair and pushed his dick against the tightly pressed lips. Paul, seeing this, slowly pulled out, until he was almost out, and quickly thrusted back in, pleased to hear the scream ripping from the boy's throat. The man in front took this opportunity to shove his dick into the boy's open mouth, holding his mouth open by grabbing the boy's jaw and pushing his thumb and index finger hard into his cheeks.
Carlos gagged, choking on the foreign object in his mouth. Mike moaned at the feeling of the vibrations caused by the whimpers of pain , face-fucking him faster. Oh my god I can't breath. I can't fucking breath.
It felt like forever.
Paul gripped the boy's hips, digging his fingers into the soft skin, and thrusted a few more times before dumping his load deep into the boy's rectum before pulling out, his softening dick slick with blood and sperm; Mike finished as few moments after, rubbing himself on the boy's slackened lips. Paul dropped him, letting Carlos fall over as he ran over to the camera and pointed at himself, grinning madly.
"Hope you enjoyed our little show."
It was three in the afternoon, hours since Mrs. Knight last heard from the boys and frankly she was getting a little anxious. They're good kids- albeit a little crazy but still. It was normal back in Minnesota for the four of them to be out till late at night and sleep over at each other's houses, but most of the time it was at her house. They spent so much time there that she began to think of them as her own children: taking care of bruises, cuts, and scrapes from all their rough-housing, having to constantly restock the fridge due to their big appetites. But it was very different here in L.A. A different environment with entirely different people.
They haven't called or texted or anything! Ooo should I call the police? Is it too early to start worrying? I'm sure they'll be home soon enough. Mrs. Knight began biting her nails, an annoying habit that she recently picked up ever since they packed their bags and moved to L.A. Chainsaw murders, crazy hotel managers, the boys' crazy antics. It was a lot of stress that just seemed to enormous compared to life back in Minnesota.
Knock knock knock. The boys?!
She ran to the door, prepared to give a long lecture on going out late without calling but when she opened the door, all she found was a small package on the ground, a letter attached to it addressed to her. Disappointed at the lack of familiar faces in the hallway, she closed the door and sat down on the stylish red couch in the living room, placing the package on her lap as she opened the letter.
Hello. We have your son and his friends. We're reasonable so $50,000 per person and we will return them in one piece. Expect a phone call later on with information on the transfer of the money.
Oh. And enjoy the video.
She could feel her heart skip a beat as she stared down at the hastily written letter before her. This must be a joke. This has to be a joke. She gave a quick laugh. Haha April's Fool Day. It's not April but you know kids these days. Hah! The video is probably of them laughing at her. 'Sike!' or whatever it is kids say these days. Yep that's definitely it. Mrs. Knight tore the wrapping of the package, sticking the video tape into the VCR/DVD player combo, turning on the flat screen TV with the remote.
What came on the screen made her drop the remote control. Mrs. Knight just stood there, not breathing or moving- just staring at the horror of what was going on in front of her eyes, her eyes watering up.
"Please don't do this."
She choked back a sob, holding both hands up to cover her mouth. He sounded so young. So scared. The camera zoomed in on the two as Carlos starting fighting back. She could hear chuckling coming from off-screen, the image shaking slightly from the person's moving. Who can do watch such a horrible thing and laugh? The pained cries of Carlos as the masked stranger began to retaliate snapped her back. She ran to the TV, ejecting the video, and fell to her knees, sobbing hysterically .
Oh god. Someone save my babies.
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