Warning - Adult Violence
Genre: BBM One Shot
Disclaimer: John Twist is the creation of Annie Proulx.
Universe: A Better Idea
Warning!!!: Rape, Violence, Guilt & Angst
Word Count: 2,692
Call it Chapter 53 LJ, 56 FF. ( Contains Flashbacks)
A/N: THIS WAS WRITTEN FOR THE BLOW JOB CHALLENGE IN MAY, 2009. I AM POSTING IT HERE BECAUSE IT'S FROM THE 'A BETTER IDEA' UNIVERSE. This is a detailed account of the events already disclosed in A Better Idea in chapter 19.
PLEASE READ THESE WARNINGS. This is not a pretty story, so if you are easily upset, and way tender hearted, you should probably skip this one.
1948
Childress County Rodeo Days
Johnny Twist was smilin from ear to ear! The announcer called out his time and said "The winnin ride again folks, John Twist from Lightnin Flat, Wyomin." The Texas crowd cheered, threw their hats in the air and stomped on the bleachers, making them shake and tremble.
At the closing ceremony, he was awarded three belt buckles and two trophies, plus enough prize money to assure that he and Claire would have a good winter. John was very excited. To win all the events that he entered on this, his last outing, was just too good to be true.
John couldn't wait to get home to Claire and Little Go. Couldn't wait to see their faces when he came back a big winner. He thought he might call Dad Bell before he headed north just to share his news so the folks at home wouldn't have to wait to hear how he did in Texas.
The crowd surged around the handsome, blue-eyed champion bull-rider, asking for autographs and just wanting to pound him on the back. Always friendly and welcoming, John Twist was in his element. "Buy you a beer?" suggested one friendly fan.
John declined, claiming his need to hurry home to the wife and four year old son.
"Oh, have just one. Can't win all our prize money and then take off without letting us buy you a cold one, Johnny." A tall cowboy smiled at Twist.
Others joined in, "Come on, Twist! Let's go to the Long Branch. Y'can go home any day; this is yer day to celebrate!"
John was not a drinker, but these folks had been so welcoming, and so supportive of him, he was swept up into the excitement, and into the cab of a truck with a couple of the most vocal fans.
The Long Branch was filling up fast, and no way anyone could hear themselves think. When the rowdy crowd saw John Twist walk in, they cheered and hoisted their beers aloft in salute. He stepped up to the bar, ordered a Stroh's and went for his wallet. "Y'money's no good here Champ!"
There was a competition over who got to pay for John's beer. The losers told the bartender, "his next one's on me." Others bought and sent him shots of Jack Daniels. John quenched his thirst quickly with the first beer, then sipped a second one. He gave away the other beers.
One of the Rodeo Days Sponsors walked up, handed John a shot of Jack Daniels, and held his own aloft for a toast. "To the finest exhibition a bull ridin I seen in a long time!" They clinked glasses, and then John tossed back the smooth Tennessee whiskey.
"Thanks Bill, but now I REALLY need to head for home. Got a fourteen hour drive ahead a me." John shook the hand of his new friend, Bill Walker.
Closely watching him were the two men he rode over with, plus their friend Doug. When it became obvious that no matter how they cajoled, Twist was not going to drink any more, they had to go to Plan B.
"Have another, Johnny?"
"Nope, need to get on home, Friend. Thanks, though!"
"Come on then, we'll get you back to your truck."
As John walked with Rob and Chuck out to the truck, Doug slipped out the back door. The three men were excitedly talking, laughing and recounting the details of John's rides on the ornery bulls he drew. Meanwhile Doug drove on back to the rodeo grounds and hid his truck behind a horse trailer. He pulled out a tire iron and hid behind John's truck.
Rob drove into the deserted rodeo grounds, up near John's truck and stopped. Chuck slid out and said "Hope t'see you soon, Twist." John walked over to the truckbed to pull out his cooler that had his water and soft drinks for his long drive. As he reached over the tailgate, Rob called, "Hey, Twist?" and John looked up.
Doug stepped up behind him and swung the tire iron, knocking Johnny unconscious on the ground. Doug immediately checked his pockets for truck keys, found them, and threw them in the floorboard of John's truck. The three men lifted him and dropped him into his own truck bed, then Chuck peeled out. Doug and Rob drove their own trucks, leaving no vehicles behind for someone to get suspicious over.
One way or the other, they were going to get John Twist into the Parkview Motel. They'd already booked the end room. Since they couldn't get him drunk, they had to knock him out. Riskier, but it worked. Chuck pulled in and they lifted John into the room. They tossed him onto the floor, none too gently.
Chuck began going through John's pockets, tossing his wallet on the bed with the keys. "Doug, did you grab his trophies? Get all his gear in here."
"Rob, you got the rope?"
The men threw John on the saggy bed and undressed him. They tossed his clothes in the bathtub before tying his arms behind his back and linking his ankles together so he couldn't kick them when he woke up.
Rob got a cup of water from the bathroom and threw it in John's face, waking him before they started on him. He was groggy and kept falling back under.
Doug raised his right boot and gave John a hard kick in his kidneys, then slapped his face repeatedly. "Wake up goddamnyou!"
John moaned and tried to move but couldn't figure out where he was or why he couldn't move his extremities. When he was able to open his eyes, Rob crooned, "ain't he the purtiest blue eyed thing ya ever did see?"
John flinched when he felt a hand reach between his legs and fondle his cock and balls. He squeezed his legs together in hopes that would prevent them from getting at him again.
He recognized the voices of the men who had "befriended" him earlier, and asked "Why're you doin this? Gotta go home."
The men became enraged, blaming him for being beautiful. They said he deserved whatever he got; flaunting his sissy ass around town. Called him a faggot, a queer, and a cocksucker. The more sexual their taunts, the more engorged became their throbbing tools.
"If it's the prize money you want, take it. Jus' let me get on the road, and outa yer way."
"You don't tell us what to do; you don't call the shots here, asshole!"
"Speakin a that asshole, got a good use for it 'bout now; show this Wyomin cowboy who's boss round here." John could hear belt buckles opening, pants dropping to the floor. All three a them were sportin red, leaky cocks. For the first time, he became really afraid. He began to kick out and to cry and to cuss at them.
He made contact with Chuck's shinbone, and in retaliation, got the beatin a his life. Rob held him down while the other two punched him wherever they could land one. His face was already beginning to swell.
Rob's dick was dripping on John, and he was becoming violently aroused. He
grabbed John's chin and said "Open yer fuckin mouth, got a present for ya!" The only thing John could do to prevent it was to say "Put it in there, I'll bite the sunofabitch OFF, an' I ain't jokin!"
"OKay, then it goes in yer ass. Ya ready for that? Cause I am! I'm fuckin ready for you cowboy!" Rob smeared his own pre-come around as he warmed himself up, not for John's sake, but for his own pleasure. He plunged into John Twist's virgin ass, and began pumping and grunting. John tried twisting away from him. He was out of his mind with pain and outrage.
"Shit hold him, goddamnit!"
Chuck and Doug, both engorged and aroused as well, held John down while Rob fucked him first. Didn't take long, Rob was groaning out his release. The semen, as if in protest, leaking out of John immediately.
John's body went limp. Chuck was ready for his turn, and was angry Twist had fainted dead away. "Get some water. Wake'em up."
Rob was still jelly-legged, but managed to get another cup of water to throw in Johnny's face. He revived, and groaned with pain. "Hold him good now so I can have a go at his purty ass."
Chuck got on the bed with John and laid on top of him, but was unable to get in. "Okay, pull him over the edge, spread him out." Chuck was trembling with lust and drooling down his own chin. He finally got a position where he could hold onto John and fuck his brains out, as he called it.
This time, when the semen leaked out of John, it was pink with blood. Now it was Doug's turn. He was a very large man, with a very large penis. Sticking it in John was a tremendous feeling for him, and he began pistoning his hips in and out of John's poor tender ass. The blood poured out even before Doug came inside him.
The men had no intention of giving up on this piece a tail just yet, they just wanted to rest and revive their bulging cocks. For twenty four hours, John was held there, beaten and fucked again and again. He was dehydrated, starved and very afraid that he would die without ever again seeing anyone who loved him.
During that endless day, John changed.
He never again wanted to see anyone who loved him. Not ever. His shame overtook his need to be loved. He no longer felt worthy of being loved by anyone.
Housekeeping found him within minutes of the three men driving off. He was still tied, and covered in blood. The ambulance was there in minutes and they rushed him to the hospital in Childress, and performed emergency surgery to save his life. They repaired his perforated bowel. His rectum was torn, and he wouldn't talk to anyone.
When he recovered enough to be driven home, John demanded that no one ever be told what happened to him, especially Claire.
John Twist became a bitter, closed-off man. He was mean, sarcastic and completely unlike the man he used to be.
1983
It was only years later, after John's stroke, when Ennis Del Mar came to live there to try to help Jack whip that damn ranch into shape, that any changes began, and his façade began to crack.
John was getting some counseling at the hospital, but years of off-putting behavior had him pretty well walled off from polite society.
When Claire laid down the law and proclaimed that he would either change or get out, John finally had to do the work, and really go to counseling in earnest.
Everyone who loved him was at a loss, once they heard from Walter what had happened to John, to understand why he let that attack completely change him and ruin the rest of his life, as well as the lives of his wife and son whom he had loved to distraction.
The psychologist came up against John's brick wall too. Presumably, John had blocked most of the memories of that time, so he could not ever get past them. With the aid of hypnosis, though, the full story came out and John could finally begin to heal.
In a light trance, John divulged the atrocities that had been inflicted upon him, but the doctor knew those were old news. They were not what had John so locked down emotionally.
"Okay John, I understand. Now tell me what else occurred in that motel room. Take your time. Tell it just like it was happening now."
John was back in that room; the three men were there too, alive and subjecting him to repeated violent and sadistic acts. John began to cry and to writhe on the psychologist's couch.
"What is happening now, John?
"They are resting, but I hurt so bad. I don't dare make any noise; if they wake up they will come after me again. Oh, I hear the toilet flush. One of them is awake."
John began to moan and groan, writhing, twisting, and gasping.
"What's happening now, John?"
"It's not right, no!"
Rob had crept into John's bed and began biting his shoulder and his nipples. John didn't want him to do that. He tried to pull away, but then Rob began kissing down his chest and into his navel and on to his pubic hair. None of the men had as yet been gentle with him, this was the first time.
John was less fearful. He began to relax, thinking he was not to be tortured this time. The kisses and fondling were unwanted, but they didn't hurt. So he allowed it, and lay still.
Eventually, Rob nibbled his way down to John's dick, and took him in his mouth. He wasn't biting or hitting, so again John adopted the 'wait and see tactic'. Rob kissed and licked the underside of John's cock, and his balls. He took them gently into his mouth and swirled them around with his tongue.
John thought that felt okay. It didn't hurt yet. Then Rob fingered his asshole and John shot straight up in pain. "Stop!"
Rob stopped.
In a minute or so, he began all over. Licking and kissing John's nipples and chest, and then he quickly surged lower to take John's hard-on into his mouth. He swirled, and sucked and licked, and John felt good. He knew it was wrong to take pleasure in this way. But it felt so right. And he'd had nothing but pain and torture seemingly for weeks on end. It was actually a little over a day, but it seemed an eternity.
John had not realized that he'd achieved an erection, but when Rob began to suck in earnest, John started pumping his hips in and out and fucking Rob's mouth. With a tremendous rush of blood and adrenalin, John Twist came with a roar of sound, spurting his own life-giving seed into Rob's mouth. Ironically, at that moment, he thought "I don't even know his last name."
Once he was rescued, he could not believe what he had done. He had had sex with a man, spilled his semen into an unclean receptacle, and he had sinned against God, against Claire and Jack, and most of all against himself.
John never forgave himself. He never told a soul, and was determined to go to his grave with this horrid secret. He didn't even tell Walter.
With his family's support, John went to this very good psychologist and learned many things about the human condition. One of his assignments was to read books about something that happens to prisoners, or hostages. It's called The Stockholm Syndrome. Once he realized that it truly wasn't his fault, and that it didn't make him queer, nor a bad person, he read more and more about this phenomenon.
His main source of support, surprisingly was EnnisDel Mar, and Claire's brother, Walter Bell. Eventually, John Twist could open his heart to all the people he had wanted to let in, and let them love him, but just hadn't been able to until now.
He was only able to forgive himself for enjoying a blow job by a man, a man who was his captor only after reading several books about how it happened to so many others. He felt less alone than he had before. And he knew he had the support of all those he loved.
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