A/N: I know, I know. I put this here months after I upload the chapter. Why not just do it while you upload, right? :/ Mainly because I just thought of this now, but whatever XD

So anyways, I do know that Barrel threatens to "rape" Gonzales. In this chapter, he does not actually force Gonzales to have sex with him. Basically, all Barrel does is strap Zaley down to an examination table and dry hump his butt SPOILER ALERT TO THOSE WHO ACTUALLY WANT TO READ THIS CHAPTER!

But either way, if you don't want to read this chapter, and you just want to skip it, that is okay with me. I do not care if you don't read it. But if you do read it, that's great! If you continue to read, I hope you enjoy the rest of the story as well! R&R!

*Gonzales's POV*

Barrel opened the door to the room, and threw me in. Only instead of leaving, he came in with me. "Hope you know you're not moving around freely like that for too long," he remarked, grabbing onto my arms again.

He brought me over to a bed that looked like on commonly found in a doctor's office. Barrel laid me down back-up on it, and strapped me down. "Release me!," I cried. Barrel snickered. "I'm never releasing you," he sneered. He strolled over to a counter on the other side of the room. Feeling very scared, I focused my vision on his combat boots tapping against the tiles, and watching the lights in the room make them shine.

Barrel examined two boxes, scratching his chin. "Y'know, Gonzales," he mumbled. "I'd use my normal white gloves, but I heard from one of my barrels that blue makes others uncomfortable." He took off his combat gloves, and snapped on a pair of blue, latex gloves. Then he looked back at me. "You obviously don't remember my chant," he purred.

"No! Nononono I don't!," I lied, because I remembered it crystal-clear. "Well, since you seem to have short-term memory loss," he snickered, "Let's just say I may r*** you. The bros won't know. You can't be saved." Barrel spanked me. "NO!," I screeched. "I don't wanna be r***d! Please don't r*** me!" Barrel let the smuggest of all smiles spread across his face.

"Looks like you haven't a choice," he sneered. "Don't worry; I'm doing it nice and gently. Nice and easy on ya." He climbed on top of me, and positioned himself so that his area was rested on my backside. "Relax, relax," Barrel snickered. "This won't hurt a bit." He slowly moved himself back and forth on my butt.

"No!" I cried, the wind knocked out of me. "Knock it off! I'm uncomfortable!" While still moving himself back and forth, Barrel threw his head back, and cackled. Smiling evilly, he purred his chant.

Bros, you'd better start to run

I'd like to have a little fun

You look like you're a tad bit shy

I'd like to know the reason why

I can catch you even if you think I cannot

Sit still - this'll only hurt quite a lot

Lie back, relax your mind

Your soft spot I'm going to find

Beginning to get you aroused

I want you to close your eyes now

Feel the rush through your veins

Calm down - start to enjoy that pain

I want to play a little game

Making you uncomfortable is my aim

I don't care if you are scarred

I can feel you begin to get hard

I could care less if you're a girl or a guy,

It's r***ing time!

A tear ran down my cheek that was red from embarrassment. "Please stop," I whispered hopelessly. "I don't want to stop," Barrel hissed pervishly. "It feels too nice to stop. In fact, it looks like your back wants to meet my tongue."

I screeched as Barrel rolled up the back of my tunic. With a crapload of saliva, Barrel ran his tongue up and down my sweaty back. In a matter of seconds, I was screaming and crying out loud. I was screaming so loud, I'm quite surprised my lungs didn't pop.

Barrel smirked. "Shhh...shhh, no screaming," he hissed. "No screaming allowed while Papa r***s you." He reached around me, and slipped a gloved finger into my mouth. The sobbing got worse as he felt around; he ran his finger over and under my tongue, gums, and the insides of my cheeks.

All at once, something began to pool at my crotch. I wasn't sure if it was urine or something else. I still don't know what it was, and I have no interest in knowing to this day.

Barrel was r**ing me for an entire half hour, enjoying himself, and snickering. When he finally got off me, and I felt much more comfortable. He unchained me, and turned me over. But before I could escape, he chained me back down. "You're lucky we were dressed," Barrel sneered with an evil smirk. "'Cause next time, we're not gonna be."

He threw out his latex gloves, and put his combat gloves back on. Then he turned on his heel, locked the door, and left the room, leaving me to sob my eyes out.