Back in the room, John was terrified and he didn't move from where he was. He stared at the gun in Mark's hand and gulped quietly. He really didn't want to get shot again, but by the annoyed look on Shawn's face, John was just begging for it and Shawn nodded at Mark to get him approval.
John cried out in pain when Mark fired the weapon and the bullet went into John's arm causing him a lot of pain. John whimpered as he stumbled back against the wall and Shawn was chuckling at him. Do he really care? John thought helplessly. Because I don't think that he does. He's just a sick, twisted bastard.
"W-W-Why...?" John managed to say quietly. "Why are you doing this to me, Shawn?"
"Because you are mine and no one else..." Shawn said bluntly. "That's why."
"P-Please don't do this..." John was trying hard not to cry and shakily held his bleeding arm. "P-Please..."
Shawn rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he sighed and looked at Mark. "Let's get him out of here now before the police come in."
"Yes..." Mark nodded and grinned as he wander over to a scared John and got out a needle in his pocket. "But we can't let you see where we are going, John. It'll ruin the surprise we have for you..."
"What? No- AH!" John groaned as Mark stabbed the needle in his neck and injected him with the drug. "R-Randy..."
John collapsed on the floor and lost his conciousness. Mark lifted John up over his shoulders and turned to Shawn, smirking.
Shawn was grinning in triumph. "Alright," He said, walking over to the window. "Now let's get the hell out of here and give John something that he will never forget... Heh..."
Twenty minutes
Randy was getting impatient and rushed into the hospital, ignoring the pleas of the policeman who was yelling to him that it was too dangerous to go in there. He didn't care about his own safety, he just wanted to make sure that they had not hurt John and Randy would never be able to forgive himself if John had got hurt again.
John, he thought desperately. Please be okay, John...
He rushed to room 202 and stopped in front of it, trying to catch his breath. He opened the door, waiting for the worst but he froze as he looked around the room in shock and he started to panick.
John was not there. He was gone...
Randy couldn't believe it. John was slipping away from him again and it was all because of those bastards. Randy was going to kill them when he had found them...
Elsewhere in a cabin
John woke up when someone slapped him in the face and tried not to scream as he saw a smiling, naked Shawn on top of his body and John tried to move to push him off, but couldn't as he was handcuffed to the bed and he gulped in fear.
Shawn was gently touching John's abs, making him shiver. "Oh, Johnny," Shawn was chuckling as he was enjoying seeing John so weak and scared of him. "Me and Mark are going to made you feel so good, John."
John's eyes widen in more fear. "W-W-What? He cried out and struggled in the cuffs desperately. "No... Please I don't want it!"
"Shhhh..." Shawn put a finger on John's lips as Mark wandered over to them and saw John looking at Mark huge cock in a scared way. "Hmmmm... Looks like he wants your lovely cock in his mouth, Mark."
Mark raised an eyebrow, smirking at John. "Oh, really?" he said as Shawn moved off of John's stomach and Mark made himself hard. "Time to say hello, Johnny..."
John shook his head and tried his best to keep his mouth. Shawn growled and picked up his gun, shooting John in his leg. John screamed in pain and Mark shoved his hard cock down John's throat, making him gag.
John's eyes started to water and all he could think about was Randy as Mark started to fuck his mouth hard and fast.
Randy, he thought sadily. Please save me...
I hope you guys like this! :) Oh, and please check out my other stories 'Fears' and 'My Best Friend'! :) I hope you'll like them too! :D