Crash
Now that Harrison had become Isaiah’s latest whore, he spent his days in various rooms at the house or at the Burrow being pimped out to random men. Anywhere from four to six times a day, Harrison was at the mercy of these men who paid Isaiah to play with the new toy. This was Isaiah’s demented form of entertainment, pumping cute boys full of drugs and then letting them get harshly abused as he watched. Tyler and Harrison were his latest victims. Once they were worn out, he’d dispose of them like he’s done with several others. It was a vicious cycle that Isaiah managed to get away with for quite a while.
Things started slowly, his sessions were with one or two men at a time. His limits were tested each time to see just how much he could handle. Unfortunately for Harrison, he could handle quite a bit. In his down time, Isaiah used Harrison for his own pleasure. Sometimes Quaid or Johnny would get a chance to play with him, usually well after he’d already been through a full day of abuse. At the end of each day, he’d be tossed into a room with Tyler, left to sleep off whatever high he was on and rest up for another round of abuse.
Harrison had no idea what he was getting into when he found Isaiah. He had been warned, but was too messed up to listen. Drugs had twisted his mind into thinking this is the life he wanted. It was an unfortunate direction for his life to go. It was much worse than when he was homeless. At least then he had control of his life and the sense to protect himself. He lost control a while ago.
He had been at this for a little more than a week when Liam stumbled across him. A confrontation with Justin that same night caused Isaiah to hide Harrison at the house. He couldn’t risk losing his most valuable asset. Isaiah himself took refuge as well, avoiding interactions with people he didn’t know or trust. While he was fairly confident in his abilities to stay out of trouble, there were signs that he might have gotten into something that could catch up with him. The boys he usually pulls into his web are already troubled, frequently homeless or otherwise broken. Tyler was his first rich kid to fall into his hands. His family had kicked him out for being gay, so he was an easy catch.
Isaiah looked through Harrison’s wallet. Not only were the various high value credit cards a sign, he found a badge identifying Harrison as an employee of Jack’s firm. It didn’t take much for him to realize he had quite a prize. Harrison was well connected and someone would definitely be looking for him, someone with unlimited resources. He debated trying to use Harrison to get a ransom, but ultimately decided against it, fearing it would be too much trouble and came with too much risk. He decided that his best course of action was to get as much as he could out of Harrison while he had him and then dispose of him as he’d done the others. He just needed to be more careful this time.
***
Liam was sitting on the bumper of an abandoned car in a parking lot near the Burrow. Justin hopped out of the black SUV and told the driver to wait for them. Liam tried to tell Justin that confronting Isaiah was a bad idea, but there was no convincing him of that.
“I’m telling you, Justy, this isn't the way to do this.” Liam’s books featured similar story lines and he thought they should be more discreet about it.
“You know what? I don’t give a fuck what you think. Seriously, Liam. You are out fucking trash boys when I’m not around? You can fucking hire any boy you want and this is where you fucking go to find a fuck?”
“Fuck you. If I wasn’t trolling shitholes like this, we wouldn’t have found him.”
“That’s only slightly convincing. We can deal with this later. Are you coming in with me or not?”
Reluctantly, Liam entered the bar with him. It was pretty late and the tone had shifted. The Burrow had a license that allowed them to stay open until six am. There were people doing drugs and having sex in dark corners of the bar. One hustler was dancing on the bar for a couple of drunk patrons. Isaiah was in his booth snorting lines of coke with Quaid and Johnny. Tyler was on his knees under the table servicing the three men.
“I had a feeling you were trouble.” Isaiah smirked as Justin and Liam approached.
Justin pulled up a chair and sat across from Isaiah, accidentally kicking Tyler in the process. Tyler tried to turn to blow him, but Justin pushed him away. Liam stood behind him. “ Man, this is one shady fucking operation. You are pretty much what I expected.”
“Really? You know, I definitely wasn’t expecting a middle aged Troye Sivan wannabe to be sitting across from me. How can I help you, missy?”
Liam could sense the rage radiating from Justin and placed his hand on his shoulder. Justin took the hint and said nothing. “Where is that boy I was with?”
“Boy? What boy? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh, I see how it is. You know exactly who the fuck I am talking about.”
“Is it this boy?” Isaiah pointed under the table. He and his buddies chuckled as Isaiah played dumb. He pointed to the boy who was dancing on the bar who was now getting blown by the bartender. “Or was it him?” Justin realized Liam was right. This was going nowhere. “You were really drunk, and high, do you even remember being here?” He leaned down and sucked up another line. “Can I offer you some? It’s quite good. Much better than what I gave you earlier.”
Justin shot an angry look at Liam. “Fuck this. Let’s go.” He stood up and leaned on the table, coming as close to Isaiah’s face as possible. Quaid and Johnny started to move. Isaiah put his arm out to hold them back. “I’m going to do you a favor and not break you in fucking half. You need to think long and hard about what you are up to. You are playing with the wrong fucking people. If anything happens to our boy, I will take you apart one fucking bone at a time.” He grabbed Liam by the arm and stormed out.
“Have a good night, Liberace.” Isaiah yelled sarcastically.
Once outside, Liam was about to speak. Justin turned to him and put his hand over his mouth. “If you dare fucking say I told you so, I will eat you for fucking breakfast. The only thing you need to be doing with your mouth is worshiping my fucking dick when we get in the car. Don’t fucking play with me. This isn’t one of our fucking games. I will fucking destroy you.”
Liam didn’t say another word and did as he was told. Once in the car, he knelt before Justin and released his massive beast. No matter how many times he sees it, Liam's eyes widen at the sight. Justin's cock was a behemoth, a sight that was both awe-inspiring and intimidating.
"Worship it," Justin growled, the command in his voice undeniable. Slowly, Liam moved towards the mammoth cock, his hands trembling slightly. He began by tracing the thick veins that ran along the length of Justin's dick with his fingers. He marveled at the sheer size of it, knowing that it was too big to actually suck. But he was determined to worship every inch of it, to show Justin that he was worthy and serve his penance.
He started at the base, his tongue flicking out to taste the musky tool, then worked his way up, his tongue swirling around the thick shaft. Justin let out a low groan, his hands messing with Liam's curly hair. Continuing his worship, Liam’s lips wrapped around the thick girth as much as he could. He used his hands to stroke the rest, his fingers slick with saliva. He could feel Justin's dick pulsing in his hand, the veins throbbing with every heartbeat.
Liam could feel the pressure building up in Justin’s balls, a familiar sensation that signaled his impending release. Liam looked up at Justin, his eyes filled with desire. He knew that Justin's load would be substantial, a testament to his powerful cock. He braced himself, his lips still wrapped around Justin's dick.
Justin let out a guttural groan as he came, his cum spurting out in a thick torrent. It landed on Liam's face, coating his cheeks and lips in a sticky white mess. Liam kept going at it, milking Justin's cock for every last drop.
As the SUV pulled up to their apartment building, Justin looked down at Liam, a smirk playing on his lips. "Next time, don't fucking piss me off."
***
Much like when Joshua kidnapped Harrison, the team came together to do everything possible to find and rescue him. This time, they didn’t have much to go on other than the Burrow - and no one there was going to say a word, even when offered large sums of money. Isaiah was that powerful.
Justin took control and coordinated everything, along with Wagner. They dug through their relationships and made calls. Given that Jack was as powerful as he was, it wasn’t hard to get the right people on the case. Isaiah was a target of Milwaukee law enforcement, as well as various federal agencies. This was an opportunity to possibly take him down.
Jack was a mess. He was beyond devastated. From the time he returned from Washington, he hunkered down in the loft at the Milwaukee penthouse. He refused to see anyone other than a very select few of those close to him. Not only was he in the midst of his biggest personal crisis, he was riding out a professional one as well. The president lost badly giving Jack his biggest and highest profile loss in his career. Jack couldn’t be trusted to be left alone. He was in the worst condition anyone had ever seen him. Blaze flew in as soon as he could so he could stay by Jack’s side.
“I’ve never seen him like this. Like never. He’s always managed to pull it together to fix whatever was going on. This is bad.” Dillon lamented.
“We’re going to find these fuckers and they will fucking pay. This is fucking not going to fucking end well for them.” Wagner boomed.
“Look, we have every goddamned resource at our fingertips. We can fucking do this. Harrison is counting on us.” Justin implored. “Now let’s get our shit together.”
Liam felt horrible. He blamed himself for not being more forceful in trying to get Harrison out of that situation. He did as he would do to research for one of his books, he drove around trying to get any kind of information about Isaiah he could find.
This was, by far, the toughest thing anyone had been through. It was also something they had little control over. They worked for days to try to find Isaiah’s house. He was incredibly well protected. Nothing was in his name, no bank accounts, no credit cards, no phones, nothing. For all they knew, Isaiah wasn’t even his real name. He disappeared from the Burrow and went into hiding. He sent Quaid to random places to use Harrison’s credit cards to throw off anyone trying to find him. Isaiah was a crafty criminal.
While sitting in his bed listening to voicemails from Harrison, Jack came across Raccoon’s message. He had listened to it before, but was in the midst of campaign chaos. He played it for Blaze, who was with him. It was the first time Jack showed any sign of life, any energy.
“Isn’t this the fucking dealer who got him hooked on this shit?”
“No, not him. Raccoon was very protective of Harrison. He tried to keep him from the bad stuff, he tried to control what he did. It’s hard to explain, but I trust him. He’s the guy who sells in the fucking club for Christ’s sake. He wouldn’t do this to Harrison. Fuck, I’m pretty sure he’s in love with the boy. We need to call him and see what he knows.”
"What the fuck kind of name is Raccoon anyway?"
Once Raccoon heard Jack's voice he began apologizing. “Jack? Oh my god, Jack! I’m so fucking sorry.” Raccoon immediately burst into tears. “I tried to get him to stay with me. I tried, but I couldn’t control him. Jack, I am so sorry. I never should have let him get away like that.”
“Easy, easy, Raccoon. It’s not your fault.” Jack started to sob. His own guilt was overwhelming him. He felt like he’d let Harrison down and that he should have prevented this. He couldn’t talk anymore so he handed the phone to Blaze.
“Hey buddy, I’m Blaze. I’m, uh, basically like a brother to Harry. We should talk. We need to know everything you know. Maybe you have some info that can help us find him.”
“Anything, I’ll do anything I have to. God damn it. I can’t believe I didn’t see this coming. I should have stopped him. I should have helped him. Those people he started hanging around with… they are bad. Very bad.”
“Text me your address, I’m sending a car for you. The people who need to hear what you know are all here.” Blaze hung up the phone and ordered a car.
“Thanks, Blaze. I just couldn’t…”
“It’s ok, Jack. You’re right, he can’t be that bad. The dude sounds as fucked up as you are right now. I hope he knows something.”
“Blaze, this is probably a terrible fucking thing, but I feel bad for Cameron. He’s been messaging me and I just haven’t been able to talk to him. I mean I haven’t been able to talk to anyone, so it’s not just him, but fuck. The boy needs an explanation.”
“You wouldn’t be Jack Holden if you didn’t have a bunch of complicated fucking relationships. Do you want me to call him? Do you want him here?”
“I don’t know about him being here. Maybe. Just call him please and tell him I’m not ok but I am thinking about him and that I will talk to him soon. Thank him for being there for me.” Jack hesitated a moment. “You know what, if you don’t think it will be awkward for anyone, especially him, maybe he should come out here. Talk to him and see how he feels. Most people don’t even know about him.”
“I got you Jack.” Blaze sat on the bed and wrapped his arm around Jack. “I fucking got you no matter what happens, ok Jack? We’re in this together. We’re gonna fucking find him. But Jack, this one isn’t going to be easy.” Blaze hugged Jack tightly. “I love you, Jack, so fucking much. And I love that stupid little shit too, though I’m definitely pissed at him. Harrison is my fucking family. For a long time, he and Calista were all that I had. If I fucking meet who did this to him, I will fucking kill them.”
“I love you too Blaze. I really don’t know what I’ll do if something really bad has happened to him. I don’t think I can handle it if… Fuck. You know. Thank you for being here for me. I really need you.” Jack leaned in and whispered into Blaze’s ear, “please don’t kill anyone.”
“Someone has got to keep your shit together.” They hugged again and then Jack’s phone buzzed. Blaze looked at it and saw ‘Uncle Joe’ on the caller ID. “Are you fucking kidding, is this who I think it is?”
Jack answered and had a brief conversation. “That was the president. He just wanted me to know he was thinking about me and offered to do what he could. He said the resources of his office and the federal government are here for me as long as he still has that power.”
“Fuck Jack, you really are the stuff of legend, a true enigma. Only you could be the wildest kinky ass crazy freaking weirdo that you are and then chat with POTUS like he’s a drinking buddy.”
“I do have a crazy strange life.”
“Yeah, you do. Now listen, you’ve been up here for days. Go take a fucking shower and come downstairs. You need to be a part of this.”
***
Isaiah decided that he needed to get as much as he could out of Harrison. He knew that people were poking around about him and his operation. Folks were tight lipped, but eventually someone would break. He stepped up his plans and was going to push Harrison through his limits. As long as he had the boy hooked on drugs, he could make him do anything - and make some decent money. Between that and Quaid tapping his credit cards all over town, Harrison was a cash cow.
"Are you ready to play, pretty boy?" Isaiah's voice was always so calm and comforting to Harrison, hiding his evil intentions. Harrison couldn't help but shiver at the sound, but he managed to nod despite his fear. It was finally occurring to him that he was trapped in something dangerous. “Good boy. Quaid is going to get you ready for your big day. You are going to be very busy.” To give him a boost, Isaiah injected a cocktail of meth, viagra and other drugs to keep him going.
Quaid lifted Harrison from his bed and carried him to another room. The room was empty, save for a small table with a mirror on it. He got to work restraining Harrison with meticulous precision. As Quaid worked, Isaiah stood by and watched. He blindfolded Harrison, then hogtied him with his wrists and ankles bound tightly with coarse rope, the fibers digging into his flesh. He wrapped three leather straps around his torso, crisscrossing his body, biting into his skin. He then hoisted Harrison up and suspended him from the ceiling by heavy chains, his limbs stretched and exposed with no hope of escape. He was spread eagle with his back arched so that his mouth and ass were easily accessible.
There was still more to Harrison’s torture. A cold metal ring forced his mouth open, making it a perfect receptacle for the cocks that would later invade it. His balls were tightly bound and attached to a hook in the floor, causing a sharp, excruciating pain with every movement. Finally, metal clamps were attached to his sensitive nipples.
The mix of drugs pumping through his veins heightened his senses and made every touch, every thrust, unbearably intense. Harrison was completely at the mercy of whoever was coming to use him.
The door creaked open and Quaid left the room. Harrison could hear heavy footsteps making deep thuds as they entered the room. He could hear Isaiah chatting with the men, then a round of sinister laughter. His throat felt dry as he swallowed hard.
“Fuck yeah, he is a pretty one. This is going to be fucking fun.” One of the men bellowed. And then the nightmare began.
The first cock slid into his throat. The metal ring making it easy for the intruder to go deep. He gagged slightly, but the man didn't relent, pushing harder until Harrison's nose was pressed against his abdomen. He started to aggressively throat fuck Harrison, making his body swing back and forth. As he did, his balls would stop him from swinging too far in either direction. Each time he moved, they were pulled to their limits. It was excruciating. Harrison’s muffled cries were ignored.
While his throat was being violated, one of the other men was forcing his hands into Harrison’s. “God damn, this is a fucking sloppy hole! My fist just slid right the fuck in!!” The man let Harrison’s body slide onto his arm, pushing deep into him. He squeezed and pulled at Harrison’s huge cock, hard as a rock, purple and bulging from the ropes tied at its base.
The first man pumped his load into Harrison’s mouth and it was quickly replaced by another. This one was uncut, thicker and unclean. The taste was awful and almost caused Harrison to puke. The man relentless pounded at his face, painfully flicking at the clamps on his nipples. All of this movement was rubbing his wrists and ankles raw from the coarse ropes.
"He's a natural," a voice commented, followed by a low chuckle.
Isaiah just stood in a corner watching as Harrison’s body was being used and abused. The three men fucked and fisted him repeatedly and violently. They had no regard for what they were doing to Harrison, he was just a toy. They violated his throat so much, it was raw inside, his jaws numb from being forced open by the metal ring. The three men were there for at least an hour, pumping Harrison full of cum and piss. They finished their business, paid Isaiah and left.
“You were so good, pretty boy. How did that feel?”
“Unnngghhh… no more… fuck… it hurts…”
Isaiah just laughed. “Oh, Harrison. We’re just getting started. You have a long day ahead of you.”
After a short while, two more men showed up. They were carrying a duffle bag that contained three enormous dildos. They didn’t waste any time. The first dildo was lubed up and pressed against his raw, abused hole. It was extremely thick, easily five inches wide. It was long too, more than 14 inches long. Harrison had some experience with big toys, but under much better circumstances.
His drugs were wearing off slightly. He could feel the painful sensations being forced on him. "No, please," Harrison whimpered, struggling against his restraints. But it was no use. The dildo was being forced inside him, inch by agonizing inch. Harrison's cries grew louder, more desperate.
"Look at him squirm," one of the men taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "So eager to please."
As the dildo reached its full length, poor Harrison could feel the burn radiating from his ass, the pain almost too much to bear. But then, the dildo began to move rapidly, withdrawing and then pressing back inside. Over and over, repeating the motion. Harrison groaned, his body responding despite himself.
"Bet he likes that," another voice sneered as Harrison felt a hand wrap around his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp for air.
The dildo pulled out completely, leaving Harrison feeling hollow and vulnerable. He barely had time to process the emptiness when something else filled the void. This time, it was something even bigger, thicker. He was now being harshly fucked by another massive toy. While one man worked his ass, the other shoved his cock into Harrison’s throat, thrusting into him with brutal force. Harrison screamed into the mouthful of cock, his body shuddering with the impact.
"Fuck his mouth good," the man pounding his ass with the giant dildo barked. "Show him who's in charge."
The man throat fucking him slammed into Harrison with abandon. Each thrust sent shockwaves coursing through his body. Harrison's mind was a blur, his thoughts fragmented and incoherent. All he could focus on was the relentless pounding of the cock and dildo inside him.
"Harder," Harrison heard himself beg, as if someone flipped a switch. The words just fell out of his mouth, whether he wanted them to or not. "Please, harder."
“Fuck yeah, I knew you wanted it.” The man with the dildo pulled it out and grabbed the last toy, one that was bigger than anything Harrison could imagine. He pushed hard, this time getting resistance from the eight inch wide egg shaped butt plug. He had to force it through Haririson’s hole and once it passed through, Harrison let out a blood curdling scream that was deafening, even with a cock down his throat. He cried out again, this time in pure ecstasy, as the man worked the plug into him. Harrison screamed again when he pulled it back out, only to force it back in again.
"That's it, take it like a good boy," the man at his throat grunted, his pace increasing. Harrison could feel the man’s body tense up as his climax suddenly exploded into his throat. The man held his cock there for a moment and then pissed into Harrison’s open, raw throat. The other man pulled the plug out one final time and pumped his load into Harrison’s gaping ass.
The two men smoked some meth before they paid Isaiah and left. Quaid came in and released Harrison from the ropes and straps. He took Harrison to the bathroom where Isaiah came in to see him. “You were perfect, pretty boy. Here’s your reward.” Harrison let out a sigh of relief as he felt the heroin flood his veins. Quaid came in and washed Harrison down and then put him in another room. He cuffed him, face down, on a filthy mattress, with his ass high in the air.
“Have fun, slut.” Quaid snapped as he left Harrison alone. It wasn’t long before he was being fucked again. This continued for many more hours that day. When it was all over, Harrison had been used by twelve random men. He was dumped in his room next to Tyler who was passed out from his exhaustive abuse that day. Isaiah gave Harrison enough heroin to knock him out until he was ready for him again.
***
It had been a week since Liam discovered Harrison, more than two since Harrison had become trapped in Isaiah’s grip. There was a full-on manhunt going on to not only find Harrison, but to find Isaiah. Local police, the fed and Jack’s own private force were scouring Milwaukee to find him. They were making progress and finally closing in on some of Isaiah’s associates. The Burrow was shut down for a myriad of violations and some people in Isaiah’s orbit were starting to talk.
“This is fucking killing me, Blaze. I don’t know how much more I can take.”
“I know, Jack. You just have to hang in there. Stuff is starting to fall into place even though it doesn’t look like it.”
“I know. This is just… un-fucking-bearable. That poor kid. I can’t even imagine what is happening to him. Is he locked in a cage? Being beaten? Being whored out? Fuck, Blaze. WHat if he’s…”
“Stop. Don’t go there. We don’t know anything yet, ok? You have to still hold on to hope.”
“I want to, I’m just afraid. I just can’t help but worry that he’s overdosed in some fucking abandoned house somewhere. I’ve seen it before, Blaze. I know it happens.” Jack dropped his head into his hands and leaned back on the couch. “I don’t want to think about it, but I just can’t stop.”
As Blaze was about to respond, the door to the penthouse opened and in walked Cameron. At first Jack felt he shouldn’t be there, that it would look bad, but Blaze convinced him it was ok and convinced Cameron to come. Jack told the others about his affair and no one was surprised. They were more surprised that he was able to keep it a secret for so long. No one saw Cameron as a replacement, he was just another of Jack’s boyfriends who was somehow going to become a part of the family.
“I’m glad you came.” Jack said as he stood up and extended his arms. Cameron ran to him and gave him the biggest, tightest hug.
“Jack, I… I don’t know what to say. I didn’t want to get in the way, but I wanted to be here for you. Blaze said it would be ok. I know this is a stupid question, but how are you doing?”
“I don’t know. I really don’t know what to think. I’m happy you’re here, though. Thanks for coming.”
“Your friend is hard to say no to. I don’t think I had a choice. But I am happy I’m here too.”
***
Isaiah was relentless. He pushed Harrison and Tyler harder than he’d pushed any other boys. It was starting to show in their battered bodies. The drugs were taking their toll as well. There was no way this endless abuse was sustainable. Isaiah knew he was reaching the end of their usefulness, but he was going to get every bit he could out of them.
As the days ticked by, Harrison was put into more and more extreme situations. He had become mechanical in his actions, just getting moved from one room to another to be abused in all kinds of horrible ways. He was so drugged up that he really had no idea what was happening anymore. He could barely feel anything, his body starting to give up. Massive dildos, multiple cocks and fists, endless brutality. There was no reprieve for the poor boy, it just kept coming and coming. It’s not like he was even present for any of it. He was just a shell of himself, a battered toy slowly deteriorating from hard use.
Harrison didn't even have time to catch his breath before the next onslaught would begin. The cycle repeated, each day, man after man taking turns using Harrison's body for their pleasure. Isaiah reveled in Harrison’s suffering. "Such a slut," he whispered in his ear. "How much do you love this?"
There was some fight in his head, a bit of resistance that he couldn’t express. Harrison wanted to fight it, to scream that he hated every second of it, but he couldn’t do it. "Yes," Harrison slurred, unable to control himself. "I love it. Please, more." His voice was scratchy and weak. His words were nothing more than air.
Isaiah left the room, and then there was a cock invading his ass, and another, and another. Harrison lost count after the fifth or sixth, his mind too clouded by exhaustion to keep track. All he knew was the endless parade of cocks, the brutal penetration, the overwhelming sense of submission. He had moments of pleasure, but they were fleeting and few.
"That's it," Isaiah encouraged, his voice a soothing balm amidst the chaos. "Take it all. Be our good little slut." Harrison had no idea where these men were coming from, but there was a steady line of them using him. It seemed like an endless gang bang. But Harrison knew there would be a reward when it was done. He’d been given just enough of one of Isaiah’s shots to keep him going, but the real treat was coming later.
Harrison's world narrowed down to getting his fix. The pain was gone, replaced by a pulsing, throbbing desire to get high that consumed him entirely. He couldn't think, couldn't move, could only exist in the moment, soaking up every touch, every thrust, waiting for his reward.
The last man pulled out, leaving Harrison empty once more. He slumped in the chair, his body limp and spent. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound was his ragged breathing. Eleven random men had just fucked him, dumping loads of cum in his mouth and ass.
"Good boy," Isaiah praised, his tone approving. "Here’s a little something to make you feel better." He stuck a needle in Harrison’s groin, the veins in his arms no longer easy to access, and injected a small dose of heroin. Just enough so that he would do whatever it took to get more.
Quaid came in and threw Harrison over his shoulder and brought him to another room where five men were waiting. Once again, Harrison was tied down and roughly fucked, the throat fucking making him puke this time. The men didn’t care, they were just as high as he was. They fucked him for more than an hour.
After it was over, Harrison's body lay slack on the bed with a dazed, unfocused stare. Isaiah gave him another shot, a little more to help him come down from the day. As the heroin coursed through his veins, Harrison just stared blankly into space. Isaiah stood over him with a predatory smirk. His tall, lanky frame loomed over Harrison. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Harrison's ear. "Such a good slut boy." he purred, his voice a low, menacing growl. Harrison's eyes fluttered, his mind swimming in a haze of chemicals and submission.
Isaiah’s fingers trailed down Harrison’s chest, tracing the outline of his ribs, so much more visible now that he was barely eating. Isaiah positioned himself between the boy’s spread legs. His fingers probed at the destroyed hole, effortlessly sliding in. As if Harrison hadn’t had enough, he was now getting fisted by his captor once again.
Harrison whimpered, his muscles offering no resistance to another intrusion.
Isaiah watched him intently, his eyes dark and calculating. "You're doing so well." His fist was buried deep within Harrison's body. His hand pumped in and out of Harrison, each thrust getting harder and more forceful. Isaiah punch fisted Harrison violently. Isaiah's other hand joined the first, double fisting the poor boy. "Feel good, pretty boy?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic glee. Harrison couldn’t even nod in response.
***
As the days went by, Jack was becoming more despondent. The authorities arrested a few people and got some information, but it still wasn’t enough to find Isaiah’s house. It was unbelievably frustrating that this man was so elusive and invisible. Jack was standing at the huge penthouse windows, watching kids frolic in the heated pool. Raccoon was there, along with Blaze, Cameron and Aidan.
“I don’t fucking get it. This guy is a fucking ghost. How could he just disappear like this? AND WHAT THE FUCK DID HE DO WITH HARRISON?!?!?”
“You’re right, this is such bullshit. This fucker has to be somewhere. Nobody is that fucking untouchable.” Aidan quipped.
“Guys, this is a shady business. The way I do it, the way Samuel does it, it’s just not the way these guys operate. They are totally in the shadows. I’m amazed we know anything. With all of the energy being put into this, I am sure they will find him. I have to believe Harrison is ok. He’s strong, he’s resilient. He’ll be home soon.” Raccoon knew a lot about guys like Isaiah, having worked for someone like him. Unfortunately, his sources refused to talk.
While they all sat around talking and trying to comfort Jack, Wagner stormed in. “Hey fuckers! I think that twisted fuck made a big fucking mistake.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Look, Jack. This dumb fuck looked right at the fucking camera at the ATM as he tried to get more fucking cash. We got a fucking face and I’m sure it’s in some fucking data base. The feds are fucking on it.”
“Fuck yeah! I knew not turning those cards off was a good idea.”
“Yeah, Blaze, lowering the limits just made them desperate. They couldn’t avoid certain machines anymore. Fucking brilliant.”
Aidan and Blaze high fived over the possibility that their idea might break the case.
“I hope this is it. We are running out of time. If he is somewhere, he’s certainly not having a fucking picnic.” Jack sobbed as he sat down on the coffee table. “I hope we haven’t fucking lost him one way or another.”
Cameron put his arm around Jack, “Hang in there, Jack. Hang in there.”
***
The sun trickled through the grimy windows of the dilapidated house, casting a dull, yellowish light across the room where Harrison and Tyler were locked up. They were sprawled out on the stained mattress, the last needle they shared carelessly dropped between them, the makeshift tourniquet still around Tyler's arm. The heroin had hit them both hard, leaving their bodies languid and their minds fuzzy.
Harrison was starting to have vivid dreams. Parts of his life were coming through in his head, usually while he was asleep after getting high. He was able to remember things about himself. He didn’t understand how these thoughts were forming, but he was beginning to cherish them. They were what was helping him cope. "I really miss Jack," Harrison slurred as he stared at the ceiling, the words barely coherent.
Tyler turned his head slightly, his eyes glassy and unfocused. "Do you think he misses you?” Does he even care about you anymore?"
"I’m sure he does. Doesn't matter now, I guess."
Tyler reached over, his fingers brushing against Harrison's cheek. "We're here for each other, right?"
Harrison blinked, the sensation of Tyler's touch grounding him momentarily. "Yeah... yeah, we are."
Tyler leaned in, pressing his lips to Harrison's in a soft, tender kiss. The heroin had numbed much of their senses, but there was a raw, honest intimacy in the gesture that cut through the haze. Harrison responded, parting his lips slightly to deepen the kiss, tasting the faint remnants of whatever they had last used. Their hands began to explore each other's bodies, slow and hesitant at first. Harrison's fingers traced the curve of Tyler's jawline, then moved down his neck, feeling the pulse beneath the skin. Tyler's hand caressed the smooth expanse of his bony chest, the touch almost painfully gentle.
They pulled apart, their breaths mingling as they stared into each other's eyes. There was a vulnerability in Tyler's gaze that Harrison hadn't seen before, a need that mirrored his own. He kissed Tyler again, harder this Tylere, feeling the warmth of his body beneath his hands. Harrison's fingers roamed over Tyler's pale, thin frame. Tyler's skin was cool to the touch, and Harrison couldn't help but marvel at the softness of it, the way it seemed to shiver under his caress.
Tyler's hands were equally clumsy as he groped at Harrison. "Do you want to...?" Tyler whispered, his voice trembling.
Harrison nodded, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yeppers…"
Harrison shifted, positioning himself between Tyler's legs. Their hard cocks pressed against each other's thighs, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through their drug-addled brains. Tyler wrapped his legs around Harrison's waist, pulling him closer, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces.
Tyler searched Harrison's face, for what he didn’t know. "Please… ok?"
Harrison smiled, a sad, rueful smile. "Okay."
Harrison slowly pushed himself inside Tyler. His hole was just as battered and raw. This was the most gentle anyone had been to either one of them in the last few weeks. The sensation was overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the numbness brought on by the drugs. Tyler bit his lip, trying to stifle a groan. Harrison’s movements were careful, deliberate, as he began to thrust gently.
Harrison's mind was racing in a million different directions. He hadn’t had a chance to fuck someone for so long. As he felt himself move inside of Tyler, he thought about Jack and how he would fuck him like this. Tears welled up in his eyes, sadness washing over him.
As his thrusts became more demanding, Harrison could feel the tension building in his gut, the pleasure cresting higher and higher. He reached down, wrapping his hand around his Tyler’s hard cock, stroking in time with his own rhythm. Harrison panted as he felt his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave that threatened to consume him.
"Fuck... yes... right there..." Tyler groaned, his body arching off the bed as he came, cum just drooling out of his tired cock. Harrison followed soon after, his cries muffled against Tyler's shoulder as he emptied himself inside him.
They both felt a strange sense of peace, a momentary escape from the relentless downward spiral of their lives. Harrison closed his eyes, letting the darkness swallow him whole, drifting towards unconsciousness. He knew this was only a brief reprieve, a fleeting moment of normalcy in an otherwise chaotic existence. He knew that when he woke up, the cycle would begin again.
***
The latest man to come in and use Harrison was not like the others. He was well dressed and handsome, clean and well manicured. He seemed friendly, nice even. He insisted Harrison be clean as well. He was a regular customer of Isaiah’s. He had seen Harrison at the bar and finally found his was to Isaiah to have his turn with him.
“Jesus, Isaiah, what the fuck have you beed doing to this boy?”
“Getting my money’s worth. Do you want to play with him or not? I have another if you’re not happy with him.”
Harrison was naked and on his knees in one of the rooms. He looked like shit after ten days of constant hard abuse. He was trembling, barely able to hold himself up. His skin was pale on his bony frame, all of his muscle and fat wasted away, a whole array of new bruises and scars added to his existing ones. The man stepped in front of Harrison and held his head up by his chin. He looked into his eyes and saw nothing, just a dead, blank stare. “I am happy with him. I saw the other boy, he not as pretty as this one, even after what you’ve done to him.”
“He is the prettiest boy I’ve ever had in my stable.” Isaiah said with a displaced pride.
“I can do anything I want, right? Just like last time? What is his name?”
“Absolutely, you know I don’t really care what you do. I don’t think there’s much left in this one anyway. His name is Harrison.”
“Fancy. You can leave now.” Isaiah turned and left the room, closing the door behind him. He left two syringes on a table, one to bring Harrison up and another to bring him down. The man stood over Harrison, smiling wickedly, “hello Harrison, my name is Derek," he said as he stroked his hand through the boy’s hair, “we’re going to have a little fun.”
Harrison was unable to speak, he just looked up at Derek, almost losing his balance when he did. Derek smirked as he walked around Harrison, gently touching him, lulling him into a false sense of comfort. He stood in front of him, carefully removing his clothes. Harrison began to think this time would be different. Derek brushed his hand on his cheek and then he roughly gripped Harrison's jaw. He instinctively tried to pull away before Derek's fingers tightened, forcing Harrison to meet his gaze.
"Oooh, a little feisty I see." Derek growled, his voice low and threatening. He released Harrison's jaw, only to raise his hand and deliver a sharp slap across Harrison's cheek, making him fall over. Derek loomed over the boy. “Get up, pretty boy.”
Harrison gasped, the sting of the slap lingering on his skin. and managed to pull himself up. Before he could process what was happening, Derek's hand came down again, this time landing on his other cheek. Harrison fell over again. When he got back up, Derek held Harrison by his hair each time he alternated his blows, each one harder than the last. Tears welled up in Harrison's eyes, but he made no move to resist. He felt the blood pooling in his mouth and even felt a tooth come loose.
"Beg for it," Derek demanded. "Beg for me to stop or beg for more. Either way, I will get what I want from you."
Harrison's breathing was ragged. The drugs in his system were wearing off. “Please… just a little… shot…” He pointed weakly to the table. He held his hands in prayer formation and looked up at Derek with desperation.
“You need another jolt, don’t you?'“ Harrison nodded. “Beg. Beg for it to stop or beg for it to continue. I get what I want and you’ll get what you want.”
"Please... more..."
"Good boy," he cooed. He turned and went to the table. He picked up the syringe with the cocktail to boost Harrison’s energy. He went behind Harrison and gently pushed the needle into Harrison’s neck, pushing the fluid into his veins. Harrison breathed a sigh of relief as the drugs flooded his system. Derek let him enjoy his moment and then slapped him again, harder than any he had delivered before. This time he knocked out the loose tooth and loosened another. Harrison just smiled, blood dripping from his mouth.
“Against the wall, please. Stay on your knees, put your arms up over your head and flat against the wall. Lean forward and just wait. Go on now.” Harrison moved weakly, shuffling on his scraped up knees. The drugs and the beating had sapped his strength, but was able to do as he was told.
As he was getting into position, Derek pulled his belt from his pants. He stepped behind Harrison and raised the belt up, bringing it down with a severe whack to Harrison’s ass. The impact of Derek's belt against Harrison's bare skin was jarring. It bit deep, leaving a fiery stripe across his ass. Harrison cried out, the sound high-pitched and desperate. Derek didn't pause, delivering blow after blow with relentless precision. Each strike sent waves of agony rippling through Harrison's body, mingling with the remnants of the heroin's euphoria.
"This is what you want, isn’t it? The pain, the humiliation... it all turns you on. That’s why you’re here, right?"
Somewhere beneath the layers of drug-induced haze and physical torment, there was a twisted pleasure. The degradation, the submission... it was intoxicating. He moaned, the sound almost involuntary, as Derek continued to work him over with the belt. After what felt like an eternity, Derek finally stopped, though the marks on Harrison's skin pulsed with residual heat. He knelt beside Harrison, his breath hot against the younger man's ear. "I wish I could have seen you before Isaiah got to you, before you fell prey to the evils of heroin.” Derek leaned into Harrison, stroking his hair, whispering in his ear. “I would have made you into such a pretty girl,” he whispered, his other hand reaching between Harrison's legs to roughly fondle his balls. His powerful high notwithstanding, Harrison felt the creepiness in Derek’s words.
Harrison whimpered, his body tensing as Derek moved behind him again. He thrust his cock into Harrison’s ass forcefully. The initial penetration was brutal, tearing through any remaining resistance in Harrison's body. He screamed, the sound blending with Derek's grunt of satisfaction. Derek set a punishing pace, his hips snapping against Harrison's abused flesh with brutal force. Each thrust drove deeper, harder. Derek fucked Harrison with purpose, his cries growing louder, more frantic.
"Beg for it," Derek demanded as he pulled Harrison’s head back by his hair, “don’t you want it harder?”
"Yes... please... fuck me harder... I need it..."
"Good girl."
The pace intensified, Derek's thrusts becoming even more ruthless. He had Harrison pinned to the wall as he pounded him like a jackhammer. Finally, he let out a yowl and exploded inside Harrison’s ass. It seemed like he had a never ending supply of cum, he just kept pumping more and more into the boy, his cock throbbing inside Harrison's stretched, burning hole. Harrison gasped, his body trembling with pent-up energy. Derek leaned in and whispered into Harrison's ear.
"Do you need more?"
“More…” Harrison responded uncontrollably.
Before Derek continued his brutal assault on Harrison, he gave him the shot of heroin. By the time he was done, Harrison was a broken, bloodied mess, barely able to move. This may have been all Harrison could handle.
***
The walls were closing in on Isaiah and his operation. He was beginning to feel like his greed and arrogance got the better of him. Taking Harrison was turning out to be a mistake. Several of his minions who ran product for him were arrested. Some of the bar patrons were feeling the pressure and giving up information. But then, something big happened, something that put everything at risk.Quaid had been arrested.
The pictures of him from the ATM were distributed across the region. Ironically, it wasn’t the pictures that got him caught, at least not directly. As he was leaving one of the banks, frustrated that he couldn’t get any more cash, he backed into a pole and busted his tail light. Within the hour, he was pulled over. The officers recognized him immediately and took him in.
Quaid was the one person Isaiah trusted and now he was in custody. Federal agents and local police joined forces to interrogate him and push him for information. He wouldn’t budge. When he did offer something, he just sent them on a wild goose chase. He would break eventually.
***
“How the fuck did this happen?!?!?” Isaiah was furious.
“I don’t know boss, he fucked up.”
“God damn right he fucked up!! We’re going to need to get out of here soon. We might have three days, tops. Get the whores ready for their next customers. We need to milk them for all they’re worth. We’re going to need the cash.” Isaiah was unsure about Johnny. He wasn’t very smart, but he was obedient. He was also afraid of Isaiah.
“Yeah, sure thing boss.” Johnny looked perplexed. “Hey boss, I’m not going to be able to keep mine, am I? I kinda like Tyler.”
Isaiah’s moments of empathy were few and far between. He was experiencing one of them when he looked at Johnny’s face. “Look, Johnny, we’re in big trouble. You know that we don’t get to keep the boys. You know, I kinda like Harrison too. I wish we could keep them, but they aren’t going to make it. Do you understand?”
“I think so. I wish we didn’t have to do this anymore.”
“Hey, I really need you to be tough. I am counting on you. You’re my guy now. I promise wherever we end up, I’ll let you keep the next boy we find. Ok?”
“Ok, boss. I got it.”
***
Quaid’s arrest was the break they needed, it was only a matter of time before they would find Isaiah. The big question was, would they make it in time? Isaiah was getting slightly desperate and was pushing Harrison deeper into depravity. No amount of drugs were enough to keep his broken body and mind going.
The cops knew who Quaid was and knew what he was involved in. They feared the worst for Harrison. Jack knew they were racing against time.
