“See, it’s outbursts like this that make me certain a little demonstration of my power over youisso necessary, Mason,” he said, shaking his head and sighing at me as if disappointed. “Someone on that screen is having an ‘accident’, rightnow, Mason. And. It’s. All.Your. Fault.” He said, stabbing me in the chest with his finger on each word.
Tears streamed down my face as I thought of Zem, in school. Or Lizzie. The Devereauxs. Oh god…
“Aww, he’s crying like a little bitch,” Conyers laughed, his voice scathing.
“Fucking him is evenbetterthan fucking a bitch.” Dreyven’s eyes took on a wicked gleam and he leaned forward. “…and I’ve fucked alotof bitches in my time. Bill, you said you wanted to try out a piece of ass, some time. His is about the best you’ll ever get a chance at. What do you think, Mason? Should I make youmybitch again?” Dreyven asked as he came around the desk and stood in front of me.
I didn’t bother responding, because I knew he planned to do it, regardless. Had known it from the moment I heard him whisper my name. He gestured to Conyers, who wrestled me out of the chair and slammed me forward onto the desk, my hands barely catching myselfas I landed on the hard wood. Dreyven laughed and held the gun to the back of my head and I froze.
I heard the sound of a zipper being pulled down and felt the first tug on my jeans. I tried to pull away from him, but Dreyven waved the gun in front of me again, and Conyers tapped the screen, the photos of my chosen family and friends still visible.
“Take a good look at that screen, Mason. Need we remind you?” He asked questioningly, his hand wrapped in my hair, pulling my head back painfully. I shook my head and closed my eyes.
I felt the cool air across my ass as I squeezed my eyes shut . Dreyven stroked his hands over my skin. Then pinched my buttocks painfully.
“You always were such a nice piece of ass, Mason,” he said almost lovingly. “Ricky and I used to have so much fun with you.”
I felt the tears slide across the bridge of my nose and begin to collect on the desk.
“I miss my Ricky boy. He always… Well, well… what do we have here?” Dreyven said, as he parted my ass cheeks to expose my hole. Humiliation shot through me because I knew what he was seeing. It was the scarred R from the brand Ricky had used on me.
“So, he got that far, did he?” Dreyven whispered in my ear, before forcing his cock inside of me. The pain was sharp and immediate, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I wasn’t going to let these fuckers have the satisfaction.
“Was he the lastrealman to fuck you, Mason? With an ass this tight, there’s no way you’ve been getting a regular fucking. Unless your little Devereaux buddy has a pencil dick? Is that it? Or have you been saving yourself for me all this time?” he asked as he pistoned into me.
I struggled not to make a sound, the pain taking me back to those three horrible days in Milwaukee. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk in a vain attempt to anchor myself.
For a long while I lay crumpled against the desk, Dreyven taking the chair I’d been sitting in after taking his turn. He watched asConyers fucked me, too, keeping the gun trained on me the whole time, in case I had any thoughts of escape.
When they were done, pain was shooting through my body, and nausea gripped me. I hadn’t bottomed in years, hadn’t even played with toys, so I was in agony.
“Well, I certainly see now why you missed him so much,” said Conyers, as he rebuckled his belt. “Heisbetter than a bitch.”
I tried to stand when he was done, grabbing blindly at my clothes, struggling to cover my nakedness as I felt the cum and other fluids soaking my underwear and jeans.
They hadn’t bothered with condoms and I was worried about catching an STD. I made a mental note to get tested again, if I lived through this.
The fact I could be making mental notes at a time like this made me realize I was in shock, but I couldn’t remember what you were supposed to do when you were in shock. Stay warm? Drink hot chocolate? I couldn’t stay warm, I was shivering.
The two men talked between themselves for a while, totally ignoring me, like a toy they were done playing with. Which, of course, I was. Until Dreyven finally turned his attention back to me as I finally got my pants zipped up. They both stood.
“So, Mason, what is it you’re going to do tomorrow?” he demanded
I struggled for a minute before I was able to speak.
“M-meet you at the address in Cleveland. Convince everyone I was leaving because I wanted to,” I got out hoarsely.
Dreyven nodded and smiled at me.
“Good boy! And what happens if you disobey me in even the slightest detail?”
I swallowed hard, but managed to whisper, “…you hurt them.”
He nodded at me and smiled evilly. “And you know I’ll do it, too.”
I nodded helplessly.
“Don’t forget this, Mason,” Dreyven said, standing behind me as he slid his arms around me and slid my shattered phone, lights still flashing, back into my jeans pocket. His hand slid against my flaccid cockin my jeans and I couldn’t repress a shudder as he stroked me through the thick material.
