[Fiction] 3 vs. 1

[Marluxia]

I feel HORRIBLE for abandoning this story. I would like to continue it. Here comes the next post ~

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

The spankings were done and over with. I had buried my head into the dirty mattress to avoid shouting out. Drake had finished his torment. My ass was on fire. I wanted to cry but I couldn't muster the tears.

"My turn again," Walter guffawed. His hands slid across my swollen ass. He gave it a few light taps and laughed as I winced in pain.

"Do you like the taste of piss, bitch?" he asked teasingly. He pulled on his cock in his pants. "Drink mine."

He wiped it out and in a matter of seconds his sweet, golden flow showered across my face. I knew I should drink it, I didn't want to be punished again. I opened my mouth and accepted his piss.

"Looks like he likes it!" Drake cried out in joy. He too pulled out his cock and began to piss into my mouth. Elliot stood in the background laughing and whacking off his cock.

I wanted to throw up at the site of my brother and cousins doing this too me. I knew if I did they would make me swallow that too. I took it, like I knew I had to.

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

The piss streams stopped all at once. I let out a gasp of air and they laughed at my struggle. Walter stuck an old stained in my mouth to stop my heavy breathing. Elliot pulled out a small silver package from his back pocket and ripped it open.I was so dazed and disoriented it was hard to make out the logo on the plastic.

Trojan

"What is that, Sir?" I asked. My voice quivered.

"It's a condom, Jackyboy," he replied. His voice sounded so inhuman.

"What do you think you are doing?" Drake spat, slapping Elliot behind the head.

"Huh?"

"Stick it in without the condom," he encouraged.

Elliot looked from him to me. I was hoping my terrified expression would send him a sign that I needed his help. He didn't notice. He leaped onto the bed and slapped his cock between my cheeks. He spat on my hole and shoved it in without any lubricant.

I began to cry with every thrust he made into me. It was unbearable. My family. Things were never going to be the same after this.

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

The feeling was unbearable but so relaxing. For some strange reason, with every thrust, I felt more and more satisfied. His moans of pleasure echoed in the nearly vacant room. Drake and Walter had already pulled out their dicks and began to jack off. Are they gay or something? I thought. Their enjoyment of this was too real for them not to be. But one thing was clear: this wasn't truth or dare anymore. It had gotten so much worse. I had to get out of here.

"I want to stick my cock in his ass," Drake said.

"No, me first," Walter protested.

"Let me shoot my load in my brother's ass first!" Elliot laughed in reply.

Drake and Walter joined in. The sound of their hysterical laughter reminded me of when we were younger. Things were so innocent then, so pure. Now everything had gone to chaos.

Suddenly, Elliot began to thrust faster and faster. His moans quickened in pace as well. Then I felt it. A jet of warm liquid enter my asshole. I couldn't help it: I moaned too.

"Fuck!" he cried out. He pulled out his cock and rubbed it between my ass cheeks.

"My turn," Drake said as he moved into position.

I saw my opportunity and kicked him in the gut. He fell to the ground and before anyone could react I was already headed for the door. This time, I noticed a small bolt lock on the door. My hands fumbled for a moment, but I managed to get it open. The night air rushed into the room and the wind blew the door back. Rain was falling outside. It drizzled down and poured in steady streams down the rooftops. We were in a city, which one I did not know, but the alleyway on each side stretched off into the fog. Without a moment to waste, I headed into it.

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: An Unknown City

"Jackyboy!" I head Drake cry out in anger. "Where the fuck did you go? WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

I was hiding behind a large dumpster that smelt of piss: or maybe that was just me. My naked body was sprawled across some piles of black trash bags. I was cold and wet: but anything was better than being with them. I head footsteps in running in the rain puddles.

"Do you see him?" Drake asked.

"No!" Walter shouted back. "Elliot?"

"No," he replied. He was standing so close I could hear him breathing.

I held my breath and didn't move. I close my eyes and reminded myself of happier days. Days when I wasn't running from my sex and kink driven family.

He ran past the dumpster and turned a corner down the way. These alleys were a maze: one I had no chance of escaping anytime soon. At least, not until I could see. The fog and the rain weren't helping at all. At least I was concealed from them.

Slowly I stumbled out of the trash and into the alley. I felt so vulnerable standing in the alley. I imagined someone coming around the corner and seeing me standing there.

I ran in the direction Elliot went but I took a left instead of a right at the intersection. In the far of distance, I head the sound of a car roar by and splash through some puddles.

The street!

My pace quickened and evolved into a sprint. I raced down the alley, dodging broken glass and toppled over trash cans. I broke free from the alley and stood bare naked on the side walk. The streets were empty and there wasn't a single car on the road. Down the street was a church I recognized. We were standing in Hartford, which was about a 35 minute drive from my home town. The clock tower next to it rang out just as my gaze wandered to it.

Three chimes.

3:00 AM.

But why here? Why are we in Hartford?

I couldn't figure it out then, but I was going to find out sooner or later.

[Marluxia]

Enjoy his sudden escape? Well, things won't be so lucky for Jack for the rest of the story! I will post more soon!

[Marluxia]

Time: 3:02
Location: Hartford

The rain came and went. My naked body was wet and cold, but they were the least of my concerns. My family was out looking for me and they weren't looking to help me. My feet walked with a steady pace along the sidewalk. I didn't have much of a fear of seeing anyone else. I needed to find help and fast.

How am I going to explain this to my family?

I couldn't figure it out then. Still can't figure it out now.

Time passed until i felt a safe distance away. By now it was 3:16. I decided I should try to make it to the police station. I could explain it to them.

It was a long walk. I had it all planned out in my head. I would get there at about 4:19. Only I would never arrive.

[Marluxia]

Time: 4:06 AM
Location: Hatford

I had been walking for almost an hour and I felt like ages. Every so often, I would have to duck and hide from on coming cars. I didn't want to get caught by some stranger. I knew I needed to make my way to the police station and contact them.

By now, the rain had stopped completely. The remaining puddles reflected the light of the street lamps and illuminated the street. I felt awkward walking around with my ass bare and vulnerable to the early morning chill.

The police station was just a block around the corner. I was close now.

Suddenly, I heard the screeching of car tires and smelt the strong burning of rubber. I whirled around just as a white van slid up against the curb. The panel doors slid open with a violent thrust and two man jumped out at me.

"Get away from me!" I shouted. The two men grabbed onto my arms and and retrained my valiant efforts. One of them, a black man around his 30s, told me to shut up.

"No!" I cried out.

They hurled me into the van and I landed against another two men. All four of them were wearing leather.

"Jack!" I heard a voice cry out.

On the street, running down in leather of their own, was Elliot, Drake, and Walter.

"Help!" I cried out.

"I told you, shut up!" the black man shouted again. I put a cloth over my mouth and nose. I tried not to breath in the strong fumes but I had no choice. As everything got fuzzy, he slid the door of the van shut as soon as they reached it.

The last thing I remembered was the van speeding off into the night.

[R-Bowen98]

An exciting chapter, can't wait to find out what happens next

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

I awoke to the dripping of a pipe and the loud rush of a nearby subway. Everything was fuzzy, but I could vaguely make out faint silhouettes in the shadows of the room. I heard faint whispers mumbling from all around me.

"They failed..."

"...fuck him..."

"Anything else?"

"How many viewers?"

"What is going on?" I shouted. My mouth was dry and achy.

"He's awake," a voice said. I recognized it as one of them men from the van. He stepped into the light and it was the only one I had identified: the black man. His skin wasn't as dark as he appeared in the van and his face was chiseled and refined. His eyes darted as he saw one of the other men step into the spotlight. His hair was blonde, and he was much older than the black man.

"Go to an advertisement break," he muttered.

There was some mumbling which was soon hushed.

"Your cousin, Drake, owed us $13,000. He's been selling pot through us...but he hasn't gotten back to us in sometime. We've contacted him and we were able to confirm that he does indeed ow us that money."

"What?" I asked. I felt my lips cracking as I spoke. "Drake sells pot?"

"Yes. As compensation for his failure, he agreed to our proposal," he replied.

"Which was?"

"That he make a porno for us to broadcast all around the world or he will die. He chose the porno of course. That's how you got involved. We told Drake that he must chose someone underage. That way we get more viewers. Older men like younger boys."

"Your'e sick!" I shouted. "You're so messed up!"

He slapped me with his meaty black hand.

"We are going to continue what they began. So, Jackyboy, Truth or Dare?"

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

"Truth..." I shuddered.

"Did you enjoy when your brother slid his cock up your ass?"

No... I thought. I didn't answer him though. His eyes scowled at me in the low light of the room.

"Answer me, boy," he spat.

"No."

"You will enjoy it when I fuck you though."He rubbed his crotch through his leather chaps. I could see a large bulge beginning to grow in size.

I knew the routine, and I answer, "Yes, Sir."

I saw his grin widen as the words pressed through my lips. "Do you want me to fuck you now?" he asked.

"Not now, Sir." I mumbled.

"Okay then," he replied. There was indeed disappointment in his tone. "Leroy! Come over here, it's your turn."

Another man, perhaps late 30s but much older than the other, walked into the light. He was wearing no clothes at all and in his hand he held a thin cane.

"Dare or dare?" he asked with a laugh.

With a quick flick of his wrist he lashed my ass with the cane. An unbelievable sting shot out and send shivers up my spine.

"FUCK!" I shouted.

"Oh? You want to be fucked now?" the black man said. "Give him 19 more lashes, Leroy. Then let me fuck him. I wanna see his tight white ass squirm."

"No! Please!"

"Shut up!" Leroy shouted as he whipped my ass again. The tears began to flow again. Despite dreading the company of my family before, I wanted them more than now. At least they were better than this.

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

After I was fucked, the two of them disappeared into the shadows again. The only sound I heard was the low buzzing of the light above me, and that was it. I felt sweat mix with tears as the water entered my mouth.

"Truth or dare?" I was asked again.

"Dare." I didn't even know what I was thinking anymore.

"I dare you to let me pour hot wax on you. And, well, you don't really have much of a choice."

I heard a door open and another man came in with a candle in each hand. I could tell my the way he walked that they were full of wax. He gave them to the man who had asked me before and left without a word. The man angled himself so that the camera in the darkness could see and he slowly poured the hot wax onto my back. The first contact made me cry out in pain and I felt my skin melt and burn. Minutes passed of short little droplets to long streams. Before I knew it, my entire back was covered with the white wax. With every tremble my body made, I felt the wax slowly break apart, as if my defensive shield was slowly beginning to break away.

[WedgieBitch50]

This is a great story

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

I passed out shortly after that. I guess I was thirsty. I don't really remember having anything real to drink. I remember waking up as they announced they were going to commercial break again.

"What is going to happen to me?" I asked. My lips were dry and cracked.

Leroy came over with a bottle of water and gave me some. The cold liquid trickled down into my mouth and sputtered out onto the floor once it was full.

"We're losing viewers. Act more lively."

"Untie me and I can make this worth your while," I replied with a chuckle.

His hands went down to my ass and rubbed the raw skin from the cane. I winced and pain and he took notice. He laughed and smacked my ass a few times.

"Alright. We'll move you into the other room," he replied. "We got a nice bed in there. Better than the shitty mattress your cousin had."

"What's gonna happen to him?" I can't believe I asked that. They had tortured me before: my own family. I was concerned for their safety. I don't know why.

"He didn't make nearly as much as we wanted. What do you think we should do?" His voice was cold and sinister. I didn't believe they would kill him, but I didn't want to question the possibility either.

"Leave him alone. You have me now."

"Fair enough," he said with a little chuckle.

He brought his face close to mine. He smelt strongly of tobacco and booze. "Listen. If we don't get more viewers soon, we will kill you. How does that sound? Are you gonna act more like a submissive little bitch now?"

I could feel my face grow pale. "Yes, Sir."

"Say it again."

"Yes, Sir!"

"Louder!"

"YES, SIR!"

"Good boy."

[Marluxia]

Time Unknown
Location: Unknown

I was let out of my restraints and not even after a few steps I was on the floor. My whole body ached and I wanted nothing more than to lie down. Leroy was pushing my with his black leather boots, encouraging me to get up.

"Your cousin was indebted to us. He owes us. And now you suffer. How does that make you feel?" he spat.

I wanted no more than to turn around and to hit him. My hands trembled and my eyes began to water.

"Poor Jackyboy," one of them said from the darkness. "Bring him to the bed. We have a few more dares for him."

Leroy pulled me to my feet. My legs wobbled as I nearly collapsed again. I was sore and aching. I felt like my skin was sliding off of me. I didn't know if it was from the lack of water, sleep, or feeling. My feet moved slowly across the flow, Leroy's rough hands guiding me out of the light and into the dark. I heard the sound of a large metal door sliding open and we came out into a hallway. I saw the camera behind us, a small little red light recording. Behind him, the man with the camera was wheeling a cart with a computer and dozens of wires. Then it came to me: I have to get out now.

With the last bits of strength I had left. I push Leroy back into him. The two collided, and fell back onto the cart, toppling over the computer and sending a horde of wires over them. I remember for a moment everything got fuzzy, and the next thing I remember I was running down the hallway.

I had no idea where I was going. The hallways extended forever, with a turn every so often. I took some and passed others. Behind me I heard them screaming:

"Get the kid!"

"Are we online again?"

"We lost how many viewers?"

"I am gonna fuck that kid up!"

My agility hadn't failed me yet. I knew I had to keep moving. I quickly turned down a hallway that stretched to the left. A flickering light at the end illuminated a broken EXIT sign. Freedom.

My hands grasped the metal door and I pushed it as hard as I could. The door swung open and I stumbled out onto a dark street. I heard in the distance the sound of waves crashing along metal barriers. We must be at a pier or something. I don't think I'm in Connecticut anymore

Nude and afraid, I ran off down the street in desperate need of a phone to call the police. I had escaped yet again. I just didn't know if my safety was certain this time.