Hope
Harrison's head flopped to the side, his consciousness slipping further into the void. After his intense session with Derek, Harrison’s body began to rebel against him and any further abuse. His mind was just a clouded space with practically nothing flowing through it, at least lighting he could discern. None of this matters to Isaiah. He continued to take advantage of Harrison for his own pleasure.
With Harrison bent over the couch, his knees on the floor and his face smashed into the cushions, Isaiah fucked him fiercely. Harrison’s body jolted violently as Isaiah hit a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to arch his back and cry out incoherently. The sensation was too much, his nerves sparking with electric intensity. He writhed under Isaiah's merciless touch, his mind incapable of fighting it. Harrison had given up, trapped in the degradation, in the loss of control, in the sheer, raw power of being dominated so utterly. It was sick, twisted, and wrong. And yet, he craved more, not because he felt good, but because it led to his reward - a reward to made him forget that had happened to him.
"Please," he managed to choke out, desperately. "More... please..." Those seemed to be the only words he knew how to say anymore.
Isaiah grinned with cruel delight. "Begging again?" he sneered. "Tell me what you want, Harrison." He didn’t wait for an answer, he just fucked him harder. Eventually, Harrison did tell Isaiah what he wanted.
"I want... I want you to... to shoot me up again," he pleaded with Isaiah for mercy - or perhaps something worse. “need it… make it all go away…”
"Is that so?" Isaiah mused, pushing himself to cum before withdrawing his cock. Harrison groaned, his body aching from the sudden emptiness. Isaiah reached into his bag and pulled out a syringe and a small vial of clear liquid. He uncapped the needle, drawing the drug into the syringe with practiced ease. Harrison watched, his heart pounding. The anticipation almost too much to bear.
Isaiah moved closer, positioning the needle against Harrison's arm. "This is my gift to you," he whispered. "For being such a good boy."
Harrison trembled, his body tense with anticipation. He felt the prick of the needle, the cold rush of liquid invading his veins. A wave of euphoria washed over him, erasing the pain, the fear, the shame. He sighed contentedly, his eyes closing as the darkness claimed him once more.
"Thank you..." he murmured, his voice barely audible. "Thank you..."
Isaiah's lanky frame loomed over Harrison as he prepared another dose of heroin. Harrison's body trembled slightly as he watched Isaiah, his eyes half-lidded from the previous hit. The needle glinted ominously in the low light. "Ready for more, pretty boy?" He pressed the needle against Harrison's arm and ejected another dose, this one stronger than the last. Isaiah was intentionally pushing Harrison to the brink. He needed to escape, to get away and save himself from being caught. Harrison had to go.
The rush of heroin flooded through Harrison's veins. He nodded weakly, his mind already drifting towards the familiar warmth that would soon envelop him, his body sagging further into the couch. Isaiah stepped back to admire his work. He still found Harrison to be so cute, even though he’d ruined the poor boy. He smiled as he stepped away knowing Harrison wouldn’t come out of this for several hours.
***
Harrison woke up, still on the couch, his mind foggy from the night before. He could feel the remnants of a day full of abuse all over his body. There was dried cum all over him and the lingering taste of all sex in his mouth. Not that any of that mattered. All that mattered was getting his daily fix. He spotted a pair of shorts on the floor and slipped them on. They were definitely not his since he had to hold them up. He stumbled through the dingy apartment, using the walls for support, not finding anyone there. Once he found his room, he saw Tyler passed out on the mattress. He knelt down and nudged him.
“Hey…” he muttered with a raspy, low voice, “Tyler? Hey… Wake up… Where is he?” Tyler didn’t respond.
His hands were shaking, his head was pounding, he was nauseous and unsteady. Harrison needed to find something quickly to take the edge off. Despite spending so much time there, he barely recognized any of the rooms. It was like he was dropped into an unfamiliar maze with no way to get out. Eventually he came across what appeared to be Isaiah’s room. He went in and rifled through drawers until he found a vial. He had no clue what was in it. With some effort, he found his way back to his room and picked up a needle from the floor. He became increasingly frustrated as he tried to get the needle into the vial. His blurry vision - he had lost his glasses weeks ago - along with his shaky hands, caused him to drop the vial and stick himself with the needle several times.
Once he finally filled the syringe, he jammed it in his arm and shot the fluid into his body. It wasn’t heroin, instead other was one of Isaiah’s mixes of random drugs. Harrison felt the edge go away and calmly laid back on the mattress next to Tyler. Whatever drugs he’d just taken kept him awake, but calm. He just laid there staring at the ceiling in a thoughtless haze.
How much time had passed was unknown to him, but at some point, Harrison realized Johnny was in the room and fucking Tyler. He watched as Johnny went at his boy. He looks frustrated that Tyler wasn’t responding much at all. Johnny liked Tyler and knew he wasn’t going to see much more of him. His thrusts were closer to desire than hostility. Perhaps Tyler could feel what was happening, but he showed no signs of feeling anything. He just lay there, staring blankly at Harrison, softly moaning. Johnny noticed Harrison watching.
“You want some of this, pretty boy?” Harrison just nodded. Johnny pulled his cock from Tyler and moved over to Harrison. He gently rolled him over and, as if he realized he was supposed to be brutal and not nice, he roughly yanked his ass up. Without adding any lube or spit, he just jammed his eight inch tool into Harrison’s ass and started fucking him. Harrison let out a yelp, which Johnny liked. It meant Harrison was aware of something.
Johnny was forceful, but wasn’t malicious. He wanted Harrison to feel something other than pain. He thrust his cock into Harrison at a steady, rapid pace. He was definitely enjoying it. As for Harrison, he was lost in his high, yet his body seemed somewhat engaged in the carnal pleasure.
The powerful thrusts were met with Harrison's soft moans, a sound that Johnny found incredibly arousing. He believed that Harrison was enjoying this as much as he was, and he made sure to tell him so, his words dripping with desire."You like this, don't you, Harry?" Johnny beamed. "You like me fucking you, right? Don’t you?” Johnny sounded desperate for praise that wasn’t going to come because Harrison wasn’t able to express anything verbally.
With a look of unbridled pleasure on his face, Johnny was fucking Harrison with a heated intensity. Harrison managed a muffled yes. Encouraged by what little reaction Harrison was able to give him, Johnny's hands roamed over Harrison's body, exploring whatever he could.Harrison let out a low moan.
Johnny leaned forward, his chest pressing against Harrison's back. He could feel Harrison's heart racing, a testament to the pleasure he was experiencing. He whispered some random things into Harrison's ear, his words a mix of endearments and dirty talk. Harrison responded with soft moans and gasps, his body arching back into Johnny's.
Johnny reached around, his hand finding Harrison's big, hard dick and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Harrison's moans grew louder, his body trembling under Johnny's touch. Johnny could feel Harrison's body tense up and sped up his thrusts, wanting to send Harrison over the edge.
"You feel so good, Harry," Johnny whispered lustfully. Johnny knew Harrison was lost in his own world, the drugs affecting his senses, making every touch, every thrust feel like a thousand times more. No matter what, he wanted Harrison to enjoy this as much as he was. He wasn’t like the other guys, or Isaiah. He wanted Harrison to enjoy every touch, every stroke, every thrust.
With a raspy yelp, Harrison came, his cum spilling onto the mattress below. The feeling of Harrison’s hole mildly clenching around his cock was enough to push Johnny over the edge. With a groan, he came inside Harrison, filling him with his seed. Johnny pulled out of Harrison gently and rolled onto his back. He looked over at Harrison, still lost in his high, but with a small smile on his face.
"I'm glad you liked that, Harry," Johnny said, his voice soft. "I liked it too."
Harrison didn't respond, his eyes still half-lidded, his body limp. But Johnny didn't need words. He could see it in Harrison's face. He knew Harrison had enjoyed it as much as he had. He leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to Harrison's lips.
“I’m really sorry, Harry.” Johnny lamented as he got up to leave. He placed a kiss on Tyler’s head as well, expressing his regret to him as well.
***
Stress made Jack horny. Of course, everything made Jack horny. He was constantly horny and even though he was in the midst of the worst, he needed release. This might have been the longest Jack had gone without getting fucked in a long time. Ever since he got back to Milwaukee he was either too depressed, too worried or too angry to function, even though he could feel his libido pulling at him.
For two weeks now, no one would let Jack be alone. Despite him feeling better, no one wanted to take the chance in leaving him by himself with his thoughts. This meant Jack couldn;’t even find a release by himself aside from jerking off in the bathroom. Someone slept with him every night - usually Blaze, Cameron, Aidan, even Raccoon. Jack was happy to be held and comforted as he cried himself to sleep many nights, if he slept at all. However, he couldn’t ignore his needs anymore.
Up in the loft at the penthouse, Jack and Blaze were sitting on the bed. They were looking over police reports to understand where they were at. They were close. They might have even had an address.
“This is really fucking great. I can’t believe how much fucking progress they’ve made.”
“Yeah, but still not enough. If they don’t find him soon, I don’t think it is going to end well.”
“For fuck’s sake Jack! Stop it with the maudlin bullshit already!” Blaze glared at Jack. “Dude, why are you so fucking insistent that this will end badly?”
“I don’t know, I just know who things usually go for me.”
“Fuck that Jack. Maybe someone needs to fuck you. That should set your weirdo fucking head straight.”
“Oh, fuck, Blaze. I don’t remember the last time I went this long without something in my ass. Other than my fucking fingers. Is it wrong that I feel so goddamn horny while the boy I love is missing? I mean, I am thinking about him constantly. But fuck. There is so much cock around me that I want. Maybe I need to just do something about it.”
“Yeah, instead of round the clock fucking babysitting you we should have set up a round the clock gangbang.” Blaze stroked Jack’s face. “I can ask Garrett for permission. I’m sure given the circumstances he'll let me rail your ass.”
“I love how committed you are to this Dom/sub thing, but I kind of hate it too.” Jack brushed his hand over Blaze’s hard cock in his pants. “You would definitely get the job done, but I don’t want to make Garrett uncomfortable.” Jack placed a small kiss on Blaze’s cheek. “But there is probably something you can do to help.”
“You know I’ll do anything for you Jack. What do you need?”
“This endless parade of people in my apartment is working my nerves. I love everyone and I am happy they are here to take care of me, I love it, I really do. But, I would really love it if you would all let me have a couple of hours alone with Cameron.”
“I can make that happen. If you want, I’ll get Dillon to fucking make a schedule of fuck time for you. A little Cameron, some Aidan, CJ, Raccoon - I still can’t get over that stupid name, Chandler, whoever you want.”
“Let’s hold on to that for later. Just get everyone the fuck away for two hours so Cameron can fuck the shit out of me. I think he needs to as well. He looks like he’s going to explode.”
“He probably looks that way because he wants you as fucking bad as you want him, but he’s getting a little action, I can assure you. Every boy in your life is a fucking hornball.”
“Really? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m glad he’s comfortable with everyone. So, who is he fucking?”
“Let’s see, Aidan has fucking plowed him more than once. He’s flip fucked with CJ one time. He fucked the hell out of Jimmy and I think he and Raccoon are making it rain too.”
“Well shit. I’m amazed he’s that busy and, um, why do you know all of this in such detail?”
“I told him to keep me in the loop. It was a joke, but he’s so fucking gullible, he has been reporting his sex life to me every day. It’s fucking adorable. He’s pretty obedient.”
“Ugh, he is adorable. So sweet and naive, but he’s starting to become more confident.”
“Ok, I’m outta here. Cameron is off exploring the city with Charlie and Garrett. At least I hope that's all they’re doing. Samuel and Aidan are chilling downstairs. Do you want me to send them up, or will you be a good boy and go downstairs? You need to fucking eat.”
Before Jack could answer, there was a commotion downstairs. Him and Blaze looked over the railing and there she was, Calista looking like she was the queen of the world. Kwang and Alex were in tow like they were her minions. “Well, it’s about fucking time. I’ve been on her ass to get here. She’s so god damn stubborn.”
Blaze chuckled mischievously, “so much for you getting any free fucking time. Have fun with that!”
***
Another day and passed, Isaiah stood at the doorway of their room, his lanky frame bending in the doorframe as he leaned against it. His eyes gleamed with a malicious delight as he watched Harrison and Tyler struggle to come alive. "Good morning, children," Isaiah purred condescendingly. "Ready for another day of fun?"
Harrison nodded weakly, his body trembling. Tyler lifted himself up and rubbed his eyes. They knew what was coming, more degradation, more abuse, more pain. They mostly feared it, but on some twisted level they had been conditioned to crave it.
“Come on boys, you have work to do.” Isaiah’s voice was more stern and unforgiving this time.
“You ready?” Tyler whispered hoarsely.
“Do we have a choice?” Harrison responded, sounding as defeated as they both were.
Tyler stumbled into the living room, his eyes red and puffy, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He looked like a ghost of his former self, pale and gaunt, his once bright eyes dulled by the relentless pull of addiction. "Please," Tyler whispered, his voice barely audible. "Just give us the stuff. We need it."
Isaiah chuckled in a way that sent chills down Harrison's spine. "Of course, boys. But first, you have to earn it." He produced two syringes from his pocket, holding them up for the boys to see. Harrison's heart raced as he watched the liquid inside glisten in the light. He could already feel the rush, the warmth spreading through his veins, numbing his thoughts, erasing his pain. “Give these guys your best performance and I will give you the best high you’ve ever had.” He put the syringes on a shelf, wanting them to be visible as an incentive. “Don’t touch them. These guys have been told to break your fingers if you even try.” Isaiah seemed more sadistic than usual.
"On your knees," Isaiah commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Harrison and Tyler obeyed instantly, their knees cracking as they hit the floor. Isaiah hovered over them and pulled one more syringe out of his pocket. It probably wasn’t the heroin they sought, but it was filled with something to make his boys eager to please. "Here’s a little something to make sure you can put on a good show." Isaiah snarled, his lips curling into a sadistic smile. He plunged the needle into Harrison's arm first, the sharp sting making him gasp. Warmth spread through his body, but it wasn't enough. He needed more. Tyler whimpered as he then stuck the needle in his arm, his body shuddering as the drugs took hold.
Isaiah stood, watching with satisfaction as the boys succumbed to the drug. "Now, be good boys for me.” he said as he opened the door to let five burly, rough looking men in. Harrison's heart pounded as he realized what was about to happen. He felt a surge of panic, though it was dulled by the warm embrace of the drugs freshly flowing through him. All he could do was submit. Tyler just grinned and stared into the distance, his eyes empty and dark.
The men wasted no time. Two of them grabbed Tyler, dragging them to one corner of the room. They forced him onto his back and immediately started violating him. One man thrust his thick, uncut cock into Tyler’s mouth and the other pulled his legs apart and started fucking him. They were brutal in their assault on the poor boy. Tyler was choking on the one man’s cock, bile and spit spilling from his mouth. The other man twisted Tyler’s nipples like he was trying to rip them off. “Come on you fucking slut, let’s hear some fucking noise!” He demanded, wanting to get some kind of response. Tyler was too deep into his high to even comprehend what was happening.
Harrison’s mind screamed in protest as the other three men approached him. He was picked up and brought over to a table that they threw him over. One of them pulled a roll of duct tape from his pocket and tied Harrison’s hands together. He tossed the roll to another man who tied his legs to the other side of the table, spreading his legs as wide as he could.
They started out by beating Harrison, they swung their open hands and fists at him, hitting him over and over, harder and harder. The pain was excruciating. From there they whipped Harrison with their belts. They whipped his back, beating bloody new bruises into the poor boys back as well as opening old ones. One of them tired of using his belt and pulled Harrison’s head up by his hair. He shoved his cock into his throat and started thrusting. Harrison gagged and coughed as his throat, already so raw from weeks of abuse, just instinctively opened for the man’s cock. The other two went on for a long time beating his bare ass their belts. Harrison feared that this was going to be the end of him. These men were worse than all the others combined.
Like a twisted voyeur, Isaiah stood in the hallway watching the carnage. He laughed as he heard their muffled cries. He even reached down into his pants and started to stroke his hardening cock. Watching these boys be brutalized was a turn on for him. He had another group lined up for later that day, assuming they survived this assault. He stroked himself more vigorously, bringing himself to an orgasm at the sound of Harrison’s loud begging for them to stop as his head was slammed against the table, his face drenched in cum.
Back in his room, Johnny heard the commotion. He rarely intervened in anything Isaiah did, but something sounded off about this. The sounds coming from Harrison and Tyler were disturbing. Even more disturbing were the sounds of laughter coming from the men. He slowly wandered down the hall and put his hand on Isaiah’s shoulder just as he was filling his underwear with cum.
“Ah, isn’t this beautiful?” He asked, with a twisted glee.
“Isaiah! What are you doing? No, this is not fucking beautiful.” Johnny was angry and scared, but he kept his voice low enough to not interrupt the monsters in the other room.
“Oh, Johnny. This is what you signed on for. You know this is how it goes.”
“This?” He pointed at the barbarity, shaking his hand, “this is not what I signed up for! You have to stop this!”
Isaiah was pissed. He grabbed Johnny and pushed him into another room. “Listen to me you worthless piece of shit, you don’t get to watch boys OD and help dump them somewhere and then try to claim some sort of moral fucking superiority now. This is what you signed up for. You like the drugs? The boys? The money? Then you get to watch these boys get fucking destroyed. Either get the fuck back in your room or stay and watch this glorious show we’re being given. And we’re being paid a lot of fucking money for! Money that will get us the fuck out of here so we don’t end up in jail!”
Not knowing what to do or say, Johnny just quietly went to his room. He sat there, shocked at what this had become. It wasn’t fun anymore. Not that he was free of any guilt. He did exactly what Isaiah said. Now he felt it all sink in.
Meanwhile, the gang of savages, laughing at their conquest, were deep into their debauchery. The men who had Harrison were taking turns fucking him. The first one stood behind him, his friends egging him on, spit on his hands and rubbed his cock, spit once on Harrison’’s ass and then forced himself into him. His cock was thick like a soda can, not that it mattered for Harrison, whose ass was so loose and gaping at this point. He relentlessly fucked Harrison, pounding him with all of his might, while his buddies jerked his cock and hit his balls. Once he came he backed away and pointed at one of the others and told him it was his turn.
While Harrison was getting gang banged, the other two men were tearing Tyler apart. While one of them was fucking Tyler’s throat, they made him vomit. The guy was furious and smacked Tyler in his head, hard. Tyler didn’t even flinch. To avoid that mess again, they both were taking turns on his ass, fucking him mercilessly. “This fucking slut is worthless,” one man barked. “Yeah, they fucked him up too much,” said the other. They looked over and saw how much fun their buddies were having with Harrison, who despite being high as a kite, was squealing and crying and reacting to the onslaught of sexual aggression.
Meanwhile, the second man shoved his average cock and took his turn on Harrison. He fucked the boy as hard as his friend did. He also pulled on Harrison’s hair as he fucked him, slamming his face down as he came. Harrison now had nose bleed. Then the third man would now have his turn. He was the only one that was remotely attractive and didn’t just pound right away. He slowly slid his fairly massive cock into Harrison. His cock was big, easily 11 or more inches that it felt like forever to slide in. He continued to slowly fuck Harrison, which brought Harrison the slightest amount of pleasure.
One of the other men went to Isaiah and complained about Tyler. “You said two fucking sluts. This one is fucked up and worthless. That’s coming out of your fucking cash.” He gestured over to Tyler who was just lying there, motionless.
“Yeah, whatever. Let’s see what you think when you have a taste of that one. You might want to pay me more.” Isaiah growled. He went to get Johnny. “Come get your useless boyfriend out of here. It’s time for you to dump him.”
Johnny knew better than to argue. He picked Tyler up and carried him out to the garage and put him in the car. He sobbed as he put his friend in the backseat instead of the trunk like he usually did. He collected himself and drove off to some remote place in the city and pulled Tyler from the car. He held him for a little while, he could tell that Tyler was still breathing. “I’m so sorry Ty. I never should have let it get this far.” He laid Tyler down against a fence near an abandoned building. He covered him with a blanket and drove away. He was beside himself with guilt. He realized how many horrible things he’d done. Johnny pulled over and dialed the police from one of the burner phones he had. “Hey, um, I think I saw a body on Industrial Drive. I don’t know exactly where. He looked sick.” He hung up the phone and smashed it to bits before tossing it into a field. He rolled someone would find him before it was too late.
Now all five men were using Harrison. Two of them held him upright, one sucking and biting on his nipples and the other grossly licking and kissing him. As they did that, two others were torturing Harrison’s cock and balls. One of them squeezing and pulling on them, the other slapping and punching them. Harrison was moaning loudly, in agony. His eyes were wide open and his adrenaline had made him fully aware of what was happening. His weak resistance was just enough to spur them on. The fifth guy, the one with they big dick, fucked Harrison harder and harder. This wasn’t enough for him and he forced Harrison to lean forward and slid his fingers in Harrison’s ass on either side of his cock and pulled his hole open even wider. Harrison screamed as he did it.
These men showed Harrison no mercy. They each took a turns fucking his ass and his throat, a couple of them fisted him roughly. They kept this up for close to two and a half hours. Isaiah just stood by and watch, even cumming a second time. The men did enjoy Harrison and paid Isaiah what they promised. They said they’d be back once Harrison had some time to rest, saying they’s bring friends.
Harrison was slumped over the table, still duct taped to it. He was beaten bloody, his ass had been further destroyed by the aggressive hate fucking and fisting he got from the men. He felt for a moment like he’d die there. He actually wished for it. He didn’t want to do this anymore. His body was broken. He couldn’t handle anymore abuse, no matter how much heroin Isaiah gave him.
Isaiah finally came into the room. “Harrison, you never fail to impress me. You took all of that so well. I’m almost sad this is coming to an end. He reached for the two stylings full of heroin. “Since Tyler couldn’t handle things, you get to enjoy his reward too. You really did earn it.” Isaiah called for Johnny who quickly responded. He told him to wait a moment. “Oh, Harrison, you were so pretty. What a waste.” It was unsettling how calm he was. He slowly brushed his hands through Harrison’s hair and then caressed his back. “Ready for your reward? You have been such a good boy. I need you to rest up. We have more visitors later on.”
Harrison's eyelids fluttered open as Isaiah injected the first round. He could feel the warm rush that spread through his limbs and his body. Isaiah's fingers were gentle as he administered the drug, a strange contrast to the harshness of what had just happened to him. Isaiah continues to gently caress and touch Harrison’s battered body. He leaves little kisses on his head and neck. Johnny stood there, unsure what to do.
"Ready for another round, pretty boy?" Isaiah hums, affectionate in its cruelty. Harrison doesn’t react.
“Maybe we should let the first one get into his system, boss?” Johnny asks nervously.
“No Johnny, he needs this comfort now. He’s been through a lot.” Isaiah grabs Harrison's arm, the coldness of the metal needle prickling against his skin as it slides in. Harrison barely registers a breath as the room spins around him, only shadows and light are visible. His body is numb and he feels sense of detachment that makes everything feel distant, like he's watching his own life play out on a screen.
“Get this tape off him and clean him up. Leave him on the couch when you’re done. I think he has one more in him.”
“Boss, are you sure?” Johnny’s voice cracked. He was still distressed about Tyler, hoping he was found in time. He was completely consumed by guilt the more he thought about what he’d done. “I don’t think he can take anymore.”
“Yes, Johnny, I am sure. Do what you are told. We need to start getting ready. We’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Yes, boss.” Johnny carefully removed the duck tape, though he was unable to do it without hurting him, making his skin raw. He took Harrison to the bathroom and gently cleaned him up. He brought him back to the couch, just as he was told. He laid down with him for a moment and held him. “I’m really sorry. I am really fucking awful. I’m so sorry.”
Harrison laid there, naked and unconscious. Whatever he was feeling, he wasn’t going to remember. Soon, another group of men will have their way with him.
***
Calista was a whirlwind of distress. She was suddenly grounded in the fact that Harrison might not come home. She sat there, crying her eyes out, inconsolable. “What if he never comes back? What if he’s not Harrison anymore? How can I face him after I abandoned him? I should have been nicer. I should have tried to help him! I can’t lose him!! He was my family before I knew I had a real family! Oh no, Aidan, I love you. We need to talk too. Jack, how did I become so terrible?
“Calista, you are not terrible. I’m not going to say everything you said or did was necessary or justified, but you felt how you did when you did. I have a lot of the same questions. I know I let Harrison down. Aidan, Justin, CJ, so many of us feel guilty about how we acted toward him.” Jack grabbed Calista’s shoulders, “look, Calista. Harrison fucked up. He really fucked up. Somehow, I let it get away from me. We all did things we regret, ok? But right now, as Blaze keeps telling me, we have to have hope. We have to believe he will come home and everything will be ok at some point. Don’t beat yourself up, but I will say, stuff like this is always a good reminder that we have to take a look at ourselves. Sometimes we need to check ourselves and make adjustments. I know I have before and I will do it again.”
“I’m sorry for speaking out of turn, Mistress, but Jack is right. We all make mistakes and we all have to work on ourselves. You haven’t done a sliver of the bad shit that I did. I did bad things to you. Don’t be mad at yourself. You’re a good person. Like, a really good fucking person.” Alex chimed in.
“Thank you Alex. I needed to hear that. I’m just so sad. I can’t imagine what is happening to him. What if they are hurting him? What if he’s addicted to drugs! Jack, what are we going to do?”
“We’re going to take care of Harrison no matter what he needs. Dr. Tern is ready for him at the clinic. We will do whatever we have to.”
After some more discussion, Calista felt a little better. Jack was trying to keep up a positive attitude, but in his gut he felt that this was really bad. It was like he was feeling the pain Harrison was feeling. The thought of Harrison suffering or worse, overdosing, was not something he could shake. He had to hold it together for everyone else and to try and keep his own sanity. But, Jack knew in his heart, he couldn’t deal with losing Harrison.
Calista wanted to take Aidan out so they could talk and patch up their relationship. They agreed to go to dinner together. Samuel had been there all day and needed to take care of a few things, plus he realized there was no food in the apartment and even worse, they were low on liquor and wine. He asked Kwang and Alex to join him.
“Wait a minute, we can’t all just fucking leave! Someone has to stay with Jack.” Aidan stressed.
“I don’t need anyone to babysit me. I’ll be fine. Everyone go and do your thing.”
“No, Jack. Blaze told me to make sure you had company. Calista, maybe we can do this later?”
“Hey, I could stay. If you don’t mind Mistress.” Alex offered. “I wouldn’t mind catching up with Jack anyway. I owe him a whole bunch of apologies.”
Aidan had heard stories about Alex and wasn’t sure if Blaze would like this idea. He looked over at Calista for reassurance. She hesitated a moment and then responded, “sure, why not. It would be nice for Jack and Alex to hang out. You’ll call me immediately if anything happens, ok?”
“Of course, Mistress. Thank you for trusting me.” Jack was impressed with how much Calista had reformed Alex. He was even more impressed with Alex for being willing to change for the better.
“Alright, all of you, go! Get out of here! Buh bye!! Alex, I’m ordering Italian.” Jack watched as everyone left. He grabbed a bottle of tequila and a couple of glasses and sat on the couch. Alex had been standing in the background, near the kitchen. Alex waved him over. “Come on, I know you like tequila. This is some really good stuff.” He patted his hand on the couch.
Alex hesitated. He was nervous now that he was alone with Jack. His prior relationship with Jack ended badly and he felt terrible. On top of that, he and Jack had a history in that apartment. He used and abused Jack the night they met when Jack brought him to this building before it was even completed. Worse, he came way too close to killing Jack not too far away from where they were sitting. “Jack, I need to say a few things. I want to…”
“Alex. Stop. You don’t have to put yourself through that. We went through some really fucking rough shit.” He poured a glass and held it up and finally Alex came over and took the drink. “I tried to make you do something that would have ruined you. If you had gone through with it, you probably wouldn’t be here today. I don’t need any apologies. You were who you were then, but I think you are who you really are now, the real Alex, not the angry bastard you once were. I’m proud of you for what you’ve done for yourself.” Jack raised the glass, they toasted and then sipped the expensive tequila.
‘Wow, this is really fucking good.” He took another sip and then quietly looked around. “You put the same fucking piece of art in that spot? You really are a masochist aren’t you? I would have burned that fucking thing and then never set foot in this place again. It was really freaky to walk in here this afternoon.”
“Well, first off that’s a fucking Rothko, my first major art purchase. There was no way I was going to burn that. I put it there to remind me of what happened and that I should never let myself sink so low ever again. I’m really testing that these last couple of weeks.”
“What made you move in here anyway?”
“Harrison. He loves this place. To celebrate our first year together, he wanted to do something really sweet and he totally decked this place out. Harrison stopped in the day before to give the place a good cleaning, it had been sitting empty for years. He brought in a case of the fancy champagne we drank on our first night together. He bought big, fluffy robes and slippers for us to wear, also a reminder of that night. He created a warm, cozy, romantic atmosphere for the two of us to have a quiet night just loving each other.”
“Wow. That’s fucking amazing.” Alex thought of the predicament Harrison was in now and shed a tear. “Pretty amazing kid, huh?”
“Fuck yeah he is. Anyway, He knew I hated this place at the time.I told him I didn’t want to be here. I wouldn’t even walk in the building. He was insistent. I simply melted. The look on his face was too much to resist. The effort that he put into that night really made me feel so loved. So, not being able to tell him no, I told him the story.”
“Shit, how did he take it?”
“It was tough. He really struggled with it. It was beyond anything his young mind could comprehend. We cried, he hugged me, held me, right there on the fucking sidewalk. “Jack started to sob uncontrollably. Alex leaned in and pulled him close. Jack composed himself and continued, “He looked at me with his adorable, sweet, kind face and… and… I remember this word for word, ‘I know it is painful, but we need to go up there and erase those demons. You and me, together, are going to make new memories up there. Good ones. Happy ones. Sexy fucking ones.’” And that was it, Jack broke down. Alex shuffled around on the couch and held Jack as tightly as he could. He didn’t say anything for a long time.
Finally, Jack pulled himself together again. As he pulled away, he looked into Alex’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Jack. I’m sorry that this is happening to him, and you. I wish I could fix it all right now.”
They both looked at each other, tension was building between them. Jack needed to get fucked and Alex would be the perfect way to get the release needed. “You look really fucking good. Mistress Calista has been taking good care of you.” Jack said with a hint of snark as he ran his finger along the inside of his collar.
Alex wanted Jack badly. The feelings he once had, especially his attraction to him, were all coming back to him. However, he felt like this was a bad time for this given everything that was going on. “We shouldn’t go any further, right? It’s… it’s not right.”
“It’s fine Alex. I am so fucking stressed and I need to get fucked like it is the end of the world. After being a fucking mess for so long and then having all of these people around, I haven’t been fucked in forever. This is totally right and we should definitely go further.”
That was all Alex needed to hear. They both quickly tore off their clothes, and Alex climbed on top of Jack. They started to make out pretty heavily. Jack’s hands wandered all over Alex’s hot, toned body. They slowed down a bit, Alex eased into a soft passionate kiss. “Do you like that?” He asked.
“Oh fuck yes,” Jack responded and they kissed passionately for a while.
As they kissed, Jack felt Alex’s huge cock between his legs. He didn’t want to rush things, but he wanted Alex’s cock inside him. They kept making out with each other, sensually kissing each other’s neck and ears. They were both pretty worked up at this point.
“Are you sure this is ok?”
“Yeah, Alex. This is really nice. This is what I need right now.”
Jack was rubbing his hands all over Alex’s smooth body. He really liked Alex’s body and now it was in even better shape. Alex was giving Jack the attention that he craved. Jack slowly opened his legs and pulled them back just enough so Alex was in perfect position. Alex grabbed his ankles and pushed him even further back. He spit lubed his thick hard cock and leaned down to kiss Jack. “Are you sure? We’re all good?”
“We’re all good, Alex. New Alex needs to be just a little like old Alex. Would you just fuck me already?”
“Can I go hard? I don’t get to much anymore.”
“As hard as you want. Tap into a little of that anger you’ve tucked away.”
Jack felt the tip of Alex’s monster touching his hole and then as he gently pushed his cock into Jack. “Oh fuck yes.” he gasped. Alex slowly pushed the rest of his hard nine plus inches in. Jack wrapped his legs around Alex’s waist and his arms around his neck, kissing and moaning in complete pleasure. Alex worked slowly for about ten minutes, wanting to truly enjoy Jack in a way he never did.
“Sorry, I wanted to know what it was like to do you the nice way. I never even tried before.”
“I’m glad you did. I knew you had it in you.”
Then Alex gave Jack a wicked smile. He pulled his cock almost all the way out and then slammed it into Jack as hard as he could.
“FFUUUCCCKK!!” Jack shouted. Feeling a cock in him after so long was amazing. Alex pounded Jack with a speed and intensity that would devastate most boys.
Alex managed to find just a bit of his old angry self and really fuck Jack the way he wanted, much like he used to. He started harshly pounding Jack within an inch of his life. The more Jack yelped and moaned, begging Alex to rip him apart, the harder Alex fucked him. Jack was so horny, he shot a huge load all over the floor without even touching himself.
Alex tensed up, thrust his cock as deep into Jack as he could and howled as he blasted his seed into Jack’s guts. He barely waited 15 seconds before he resumed his anal assault. He thrust faster and harder, growling as he took Jack. Alex needed this too, he had become so submissive, that he wasn’t giving this kind of thrashing anymore.
“Fuck Dude! I forgot what an anal fucking whore you are!!” Alex growled, leaning right into Jack’s face, spitting as the words came out. He pushed Jack further onto the couch and pushed his legs as far back as they would go, practically folding him in half. He was able to really pummel Jack hard and deep.
Jack was making guttural noises, begging for more. They were both covered in sweat, Alex making animalistic grunts, not slowing down for a moment. He pushed Jack’s hips up further, now having them in the air, his back perpendicular to the couch. Jack used the back of the couch for extra support while Alex stood over him, pile driving him with his thick tool plunging deep into Jack’s greedy hole. Jack couldn’t control himself and shot another load of cum all over his face.
After nearly 30 more minutes of crazed fucking, Alex finally blasted a second load of cum. He pulled his cock out and lowered Jack back down on the couch Alex collapsed on top of Jack, both of them and exhausted heap of sweaty, cummy, flesh. Alex kissed Jack for a long while, but they were still so out of breath, they stopped kissing to try and recover.
“We’d better get cleaned up before anyone gets back. I don’t want to explain this.”
“Jack, that was fucking incredible. I hope we get to do that again.”
After they cleaned up and were back on the couch talking Alex said something that clicked with Jack. But, before he had a chance to say anything his phone rang, it was Justin.
“I think we’re almost there, Jack. Someone called in a report of a kid passed out on Industrial Drive. They barely got there in time, the kid is critical and unconscious at the hospital. The call came from a burner phone. They think this is connected to Isaiah. They’ve seen this before, unfortunately a couple of those kids didn’t make it.”
“Holy shit, Justin! If that kid wakes up, fuck I hope he does, he can tell us where Isaiah lives.”
“Exactly. But don’t get too excited. The kid is in really bad shape. It’s touch and fucking go for him. Which scares the fuck out of me, Jack. But hold on, there’s more. Someone called the police and said they wanted to turn themselves in and mentioned a drug house. He hasn’t shown up yet, but they are on watch for him.”
“Fuck! This scares the fuck out of me too. I hope this is what we need. Goddamnit, I hope we aren’t too late. Keep me posted.” Jack hung up the phone. “That was potentially really good fucking news.”
“Did you say Isaiah?”
“Yeah, why?
“And a minute ago you mentioned something about a bar, the Burrow?”
“Yes! What about it? Fucking hell, do you know something about this fucker?”
“Isaiah was my fucking source. He hooked me up and I ran shit for him. I hustled at the fucking bar for him. He’a a fucking evil piece of shit. I know exactly where he lives. Jack, do you remember the night we met? In that basement of that shithole drug house? YOU WERE IN HIS FUCKING BASEMENT!”
***
“Wake up pretty boy. You have guests.” Isaiah whispered to Harrison. When he opened his eyes, two men were looming over him. “Now, be a good boy and give these guys what they want.” He held up a syringe. “And I will give you what you want.”
As Isaiah walks away, a man kneels beside the couch, his breath hot against Harrison's ear as he speaks. "You're going to be a good little fuck toy for us, aren't you?" Harrison moans, fear overwhelms him. He can't respond, can't think beyond the swirling fog in his mind.
Hands roam his body, pinching his nipples, caressing his thighs. “No… please… no more.” A slap comes down hard on his face and he’s dragged off the couch. One man holds him in place as the other presses his cock into his face. He instinctively opens his mouth, taking it in greedily, even though he is shaking his head ‘no’ and trying to pull away. He swallows reflexively, gagging slightly as the shaft pushes deeper.
"That's it, slut," the man above him mutters, gripping Harrison's hair tightly. "Suck it like you mean it." Harrison does, his eyes rolling back in his head. He feels hands on his legs, lifting them up and spreading him wide. Harrison is now in an awkward position, trying to hold himself up by his hands, being handled like a wheelbarrow and trying to keep a cock in his mouth.
He gasps around the cock in his mouth, his body trembling as the man behind him slides his cock into him. He’s relentless, fucking him as he tries to hold his position. He ends up scraping the other man’s cock with his teeth. The man withdraws abruptly and lets his head drop to the ground with a thud. The man fucking him doesn’t stop.
For almost an hour, these two men brutalize Harrison, fucking him and fisting him violently. They toss him around like a rag doll. At one point, Harrison feels a blinding shock of pain from his arm after he’s tossed to the ground. “You fucking broke it man.”
“So? His fuckin holes still work.”
Johnny witnesses this, but knows better than to intervene. He goes back to his room and calls the police station in a fit of guilt and fear. He tells them he wants to turn himself in for drug and sex crimes. When they start asking questions, he hangs up, worried that Isaiah would hear him.
Harrison had been fucked to the point of losing consciousness. The two men paid their tab and left. They only gave Isaiah half of what was expected. They were unimpressed with Harrison, likely because he was finally broken to the point of no return. Harrison lay there motionless, limp and unresponsive on the filthy floor. mattress, His breaths came in shallow gasps, each one more painful than the last.
Isaiah loomed over him, his tall, lanky frame casting an imposing shadow. He kicked Harrison, making him come back to life momentarily. "You pathetic piece of shit," Isaiah growled. "You can't even do your job right."
With a swift, brutal motion, Isaiah grabbed Harrison by the hair, yanking his head back so hard that he almost snapped his neck."You couldn’t make it through one more fuck. You had to just fucking shut down. You will get nothing from me. NOTHING!”
Harrison whimpered, his voice a broken whisper. "Please... I can't..."
"It doesn't matter. We’re done here." He released Harrison's hair, letting his head thud back onto the floor. "Johnny!" Isaiah called out.
Johnny entered the room. When he saw Harrison, he turned away. “Is he… dead boss?”
“Not yet. Get rid of him. Make it quick. Then get back here and load up. We’re leaving.”
Johnny hesitated for only a moment before grabbing Harrison and slinging his limp body over his shoulder like a sack of feed. Harrison dangled there, barely aware of what was happening, his body swaying with each step Johnny took.
Just like he did with Tyler, he put Harrison in the back seat. He drove him to a place he knew he would be found. Now that he’d called the police, he had to do what he could to end it. He could have taken Harrison to the police or the hospital, but he was afraid. He didn’t know what to do and he wasn’t smart enough to plan anything. He stopped near a park. It was late and no one was around. Johnny hauled Harrison out and carried him to the handball courts. No one really used them anymore, they were covered in graffiti. There were no lights. He gently leaned Harrison against the wall. He didn’t have another blanket, so he took his jacket off and covered Harrison’s naked body.
“I’m sorry.” He sobbed as he stood over him. His phone was ringing, it was Isaiah. He ignored it.
Johnny sat in the car, his head leaning against the steering wheel as he cried. He couldn’t bring himself to go to the police station. He didn’t want to go back to Isaiah. He started the car and drove. When he saw the entrance to the interstate, he took it and headed south. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew where he wasn’t going.
Isaiah was beyond furious. He feared that Johnny did something drastic. He collected as much cash, drugs and necessities as he could fit in a backpack and left the house. He skulked around the neighborhood, hiding behind trash cans and parked cars as he tried to find a way out. He heard the sirens on the multiple police cars that flew by. He knew exactly where they were going. “You’re not going to find anyone there, you pigs.” He said out loud to no one.
He kept going, never stopping. Isaiah disappeared into the night.
The police and feds busted into the house. They found plenty of evidence of what happened there, blood, semen, hair - all kinds of DNA. They found drugs and cash, used syringes and filth. They found the room where Harrison was hung from the ceiling to be tortured. They found the filthy mattress that Harrison and Tyler slept on.
They didn’t find Harrison, or Isaiah.
***
Harrison was barely conscious. He could feel the world growing smaller and smaller until all he could see was the sky above. He reached out a hand, his fingers brushing against the concrete wall beside him. His strength was gone, his body drained of every ounce of energy. He was too tired to move, too tired to care. He felt his consciousness slipping away. He thought about Jack… and Blaze… and Calista… and Aidan… and as many of the people in his life he could remember, but he always went back to Jack.
Time passed in a blur, minutes stretching into hours. Everyone was devastated, losing faith that Harrison would be found alive, if at all. Blaze held out hope. He refused to believe Harrison was gone. He looked at Jack, his eyes speaking volumes.
“He’s still alive.” Jack said.
Not many people frequented the park. It was in a bad neighborhood and was more likely used for drug deals and sex than kids playing. Two young boys were riding their bikes around the park and one of them spotted Harrison lying there. “Do you see that? Is that a person?”
Eventually, Harrison, still barely hanging on, heard footsteps approaching. The boys were tentative, but one of them knelt beside him. He gently moved Harrison’s head to see his face. Harrison tried to lift his head, but his neck wouldn't obey. All he could do was listen.
"Hey... are you okay?" a young voice asked, filled with concern.
Harrison couldn't muster the energy to respond. He managed a slight smile.
“Holy shit!! He’s alive!! He’s alive!!” Harrison heard them shout with excitement. He could barely see anything. Before he would pass out completely, he saw them. Two boys, maybe fourteen or fifteen, staring down at him with wide, frightened eyes. They glanced at each other with uncertain expressions.
"Should we call someone?" the first boy whispered.
The second hesitated, biting his lip. "Yeah... yeah, we should." They called 911 and sat with Harrison until help came.
Harrison heard the chaos around him as police and medics rushed to him. A paramedic leaned over him, shining a light into his eyes. "Stay with us, buddy," the man said, his tone soothing but commanding. "You're going to be okay."
Staying was becoming harder and harder. He fought to remain conscious, to hold onto the fleeting moments of clarity, but it was no use. The darkness swallowed him whole, pulling him under into a void where there was no pain, no fear.
***
Back at the penthouse, Jack was standing by the tall windows, looking out at the lake. Harrison loved this view. He said nothing. No one did. They all just sat around feeling varying degrees of sadness. Jack felt it in his entire being that Harrison was still alive. Something came over him hours ago and stayed with him.He felt it in his soul. It made him feel the same feeling he had when he was with Harrison.
The silence was broken when Justin and Wagner barged into the room.
“They found him. He’s alive.”
