Aleister is rummaging through the bag looking for something to use on the window. He finally finds a small scalpel. He looks back at the sleeping Zack who is next to the bed, then at Brandon who is sleeping peacefully. He reached the window looking down, there was absolutely nothing to break his fall. The fall wouldn't be too bad anyway, he was only falling one level. He gently pushes the scalpel underneath the screw. He grunts, pulling the screw until it finally pops out. He quickly works on the other one, that screw also popping out.
It was getting dark out but maybe the boat house or in that shed Gage is always in has a flashlight. He gently opens the window, stepping back holding his hands over his ears as an alarm is sounded. Shit! He forgot to check for a sensor, he looked back at the door then back at the window. He still had time. He sticks one foot out the window when the door to the room is opened.
"Grab him!" Hayes shouts. Silas, Martini, and DeMott all rush into the room pulling Aleister back, as he tumbles onto the ground. "No! Step away! DeMott, retrieve Buddy from his room." Aleister sits up holding his head. "Martini, escort Brandon back to his room." Brandon, who is still half asleep, groans as Martini picks him up. Aleister sees this an opportunity, he could take on two. He swings his leg tripping Silas as he comes crashing to the ground. Aleister charges at Hayes who steps out of the way. Aleister stops himself when he sees DeMott bringing in a very confused Buddy.
"No…wait," Aleister says. "Just wait! Punish me…I did it."
"You'll get your turn," Hayes says. "I'm going to get the people more equipped to handle this situation. You try anything else, Buddy will get it worse. Understood?"
"Yes…I won't try anything else," Aleister says.
"What's going on?!" Buddy asks. DeMott just laughs.
"You really don't know?" DeMott asks.
"Know what?" Buddy asks.
"Aleister here, is in love with you," DeMott says. "Seeing how he reacted to you being targeted by Gage, we all saw it." Buddy looks at Aleister and suddenly everything makes sense.
"Fuck! Just please, don't hurt him," Aleister pleads. He tenses when Nash and Luger come into the room.
"Use whatever method you want," Hayes says.
"Bring me the handcuffs," Nash says.
"Handcuffs, got it," Hayes says. "Lex?"
"Whip," Luger says. Buddy starts to struggle against DeMott.
"Silas, you may stay if you'd like, DeMott if you want to take part go right ahead," Hayes says. "Two punishments, Aleister, I think that's fair. You continue to struggle against us, he gets it worse, and then you'll get it worse, understood?"
"I…yes," Aleister says.
"Which one first?" Nash asks.
"Whipping, he'll be less likely to fight back against us," DeMott says.
"Do we want to gag him?" Luger asks.
"No, let the others hear," Nash says. Buddy struggles again as he is led to the bed. He is pushed onto his back. Silas comes over as he is twirling a pocket knife around in his hand.
"You want him shirtless?" Silas asks.
"You joining?" DeMott asks.
"Mmm, no, not this time, I'll just do this one thing," Silas says. "Then watch you."
"We may have to have someone hold him down," Nash says looking over at Aleister who is trying very hard to stifle the urge to attack.
"I think Michael is one step ahead of you," DeMott says, seeing Hayes come in. A very large whip underneath his left armpit, a chair in his right hand and a box of plastic handcuffs under his right armpit. He sets the chair directly in front of the bed.
"Aleister," Buddy asks.
"I'm here," Aleister says. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry, Buddy." Hayes comes over pushing Aleister into the chair.
"Hands behind you," Hayes says. Aleister does as he's told not wanting to inflict more damage onto the younger man.
"No!" Buddy shrieks as the knife is brought up to his neck.
"Now, stay still," Silas says, running the handle on Buddy's face. He moves the knife to Buddy's shirt, running it down cutting it straight down the middle. He starts to struggle again when his shirt is fully off. But he was no match to three against one. He is flipped over onto his stomach, pulled to the middle of the bed, handcuffs attached to the headrest. His fight or flight instincts were starting to kick in, as he elbows Luger in the mouth. As he went to punch DeMott, handcuffs were on his wrist, but that wasn't stopping him.
"Fucking hell, he is strong!" Nash says. "He don't look it, does he?"
"Let me go!" Buddy shouts, groaning in pain when his hair is pulled.
"No can do, pal," Nash says. "God, this angle is perfect, isn't it?"
"You think he's a virgin?" DeMott asks. Aleister's stomach sinks and he knows, he knows exactly these men's intentions.
"Please, don't do this," Aleister says. "I will gladly take his place, just don't hurt him."
"Too bad we don't want you," Nash says. He steps back from the bed, DeMott stepping back as well. "He's all yours, Luger."
"Thank you, Kevin," Luger says. Buddy looks back at Aleister.
"I'm okay," Buddy says. "I'll be fine." Aleister sighs but nods. Luger chuckles, putting the whip in front of Buddy's face.
"Do you know what kind of whip this is?" Luger asks. Buddy nods.
"A bull whip," Buddy says.
"Yes! Very impressive," Luger says. "I am going to give you 15 lashes." Luger pulls the whip back striking Buddy on the back. To his surprise, Buddy did not scream. It takes another 5 lashings before Buddy lets out a pained scream. Aleister also lets out a soft scream. The four men look over at him confused but intrigued. They had heard the rumors about the man currently restrained. How he dabbled in the dark arts. 4 more lashes and Buddy's back starts to bleed.
"Stop, please," Buddy begs.
"Just 5 more," Luger says. After 4 more lashes, both Aleister and Buddy are writhing in pain.
"Is he bleeding?" Nash asks, looking at Aleister as blood drips onto the floor. Silas maneuvers behind him.
"Wrists," Silas says. "I'm going to go grab the real handcuffs."
"God, he's such a softie," DeMott says. After 1 good lash, Buddy is uncuffed from the bed. He slumps face first onto the bed.
"I liked these sheets," Nash says. They wait a while for Silas to return. When he does he looks upset.
"You alright?" DeMott asks.
"You all expect me to do everything," Silas says, while cutting Aleister's plastic handcuffs off. He puts on the handcuffs lightly, hoping they won't hurt or rub against his open wounds.
"Right, we'll keep that in mind," Nash says. Silas nods standing in the corner against the wall. Buddy starts to regain some strength when he feels a tug on his leg pulling him towards the center of the bed. Luger had stepped out not wanting any part of what was about to transpire.
Buddy freezes when he feels a hand on his pants. He twists away from the man, but then there are hands on his chest holding him in place. Soon his pants are removed.
"Fuck! Just stop already! I learned my lesson!" Aleister shouts seeing and feeling the absolute fear of the man he loves.
"No, that's not the way it goes here, Aleister," DeMott says. "You tried to escape, punishment number 1, you attacked Silas and Hayes, this is punishment 2." Buddy is trying desperately to get out of the clutches of these men. DeMott was getting tired of the fighting and put an arm across Buddy's throat. Buddy thrashes on the bed trying to breathe. When finally DeMott takes his arm off his throat, both Buddy and Aleister cough trying to catch their breath.
"They are more connected than we thought, my only question is, does it go both ways?" Nash asks.
"What do you mean?" Silas asks.
"Can Buddy feel what Aleister is feeling or is it just Aleister?" Nash questions. "Maybe we'll find out later when we punish him."
"Don't you think this is enough punishment?!" Buddy screams. Nash chuckles, grabbing onto Buddy's bulge through his boxers.
"No, actually," Nash says. DeMott grins, running his hand through Buddy's hair. Buddy grunts as his boxers are also taken off, thrown to the side.
"It…it's time to take off Zack's tourniquets," Aleister says, trying desperately to postpone what was going to happen.
"Right now?" Silas asks.
"Yes! Unless you want him to go into shock," Aleister says. Silas goes over to Zack who is somewhat awake but unable to move. Silas gently removes the tourniquets from Zack's arms.
"Can he be moved onto his side?" Silas asks.
"Yes, but make sure that his arm is not underneath him," Aleister says. Silas turns Zack onto his side so that he is facing the wall, he pulls Zack's arm making sure it is not underneath him before going back over to the wall.
"No!" Buddy shrieks, Nash now on the bed over top of him. "Please! Stop!" Buddy sobs his shoulder being held down so that he can't move. Buddy grunts, turning his head away from DeMott. DeMott just takes this opportunity to take in Buddy's scent, kissing his neck softly. "Please! Aleister…" Buddy blinks, unsure what exactly he was feeling. It was as if Aleister was right there next to him, holding him. He tries so hard to focus on that feeling but suddenly everything hurts.
"I'm right here," Aleister whispers. "Disconnect if you have to. I'll be right here the whole time." Buddy groans, he could feel the thrusts, could feel the kisses but his mind was elsewhere. He doesn't know how long it lasts, doesn't know the damage caused. Finally, it ends, he curls up on his side bringing his knees in close, again that feeling, that feeling of warmth and comfort.
The men look at the sight in front of them, Aleister in the chair, almost in a trance-like state, Buddy curled up on the bed, his eyes glossy as if he isn't really fully there. Nash pulls out his phone, backing away so that both Aleister and Buddy are in frame.
"What are you doing?" DeMott asks.
"Sending this to Aleister's wife and Buddy's brother," Nash says. "Really fuck with them."
"If you are doing that, then let's send a little message to Zack's boyfriend," DeMott says.
"And a video of Danhausen to his brother," Silas says. He walks out of the room, heading downstairs. He pulls out his computer, sending the video feed to his phone. He starts to watch, screen-recording what he sees when suddenly he can tell something is wrong. He stops the recording when Donovan passes out. He rushes into Hayes' office. "You forgot to drill fucking holes in the chest! Your son is suffocating in there! He's already passed out!"
"Oh, shit!" Cornette shouts as he rushes up the steps into Donovan's room. He unlocks the chest. "Donovan! Hey, wake up! Shit, shit, shit. I'm sorry. Come on, just wake up!" Donovan coughs, taking a shaky inhale looking up to see Cornette standing over him worriedly. "You scared me there for a second."