BDSM Mansion

Reader discretion is adviced, this story contain graphic content depicting violence and rape which may not be suitable to all readers. This is a fictional story and do not portray real events or real persons.

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Alex got there first. The Viper Gallery was on Santa Monica, a gay club that stayed open 24 hours, stopped selling liquor from 1am to 6am. The dancing went on all night. 

Derrick had been there since the previous night, having been  found asleep in one of the booths. 

He remembered that he and his brother had been dancing when a couple college guys asked to buy them drinks. Derrick remembered joining them in a booth, sipping on his drink, then nothing until having been woken up this afternoon.  

We'd been trying to get a lead on who the guys had been, talking to employees and any customers happening to walk in. 

Derrick had been drugged, the drug was slowly wearing off, with that he was becoming more and more panicked about Erick. 

Alex had requested the help of the headmaster's resources but nothing had come to light yet. 

The afternoon was waning and we were all getting desperate, to the point of filing a missing person report, it seeming to be the only thing left to do. 

Two muscley otters strutted in , strode to the bar and ordered beers. As they looked around at the other boys, their eyes landed on Derrick. 

"Fuck!! How did he get out?!! Let's get outa here"

We all heard it and we were footsteps behind the two otters as they ran out  the entrance and headed down the street. The boys looked  strong, no match for even  the four of us. I wasn't sure what we were thinking we could do. It was just me , Alex, and his boys. Derrick had stayed inside, still unable to walk.  We watched helplessly as their car roared off. 

"The tank top,  it said UCLA, right?"

We all agreed, we were on our way to the campus to find these guys and Erick. Huntr stayed behind with Derrick. 

"Those guys aren't UCLA"

It was a guy on his way into the club. 

"What?  What do you mean. They wore UCLA tops"

"Posers"

I could only look at him, trying to fit this conversation into the situation"

Alex stepped up to the guy. "Where the fuck are they from ?"

"They're UCLB. Hang out here a lot. Always having to drag one of their drunk buddies out"

"Fuck. Can you get us there?"

The guy was backing  away, heading towards the club entrance. 

"WHERE IS IT?" I'm losing it. Totally losing it. I grabbed the poor guy and pushed him to the wall. "Help us. Please. "

"Well, I know where Long Beach is ...."

This guy was easily overtaken, and muscled into one of the cars. 

"Alex!! Can you get the helicopter to the mansion?  We might need backup "

A fucking full half hour later we pull up to the empty campus. The weekend. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck

"Hey, somebody's got to be here, we need to know where the frats  are ". Our kidnapped guy was trying to help. 

The first frat was "something Greek " but they led us to another and damned if the otters's car wasn't parked at the curb. Backup hadn't arrived yet, so it was just us. Twinks chasing otters. Theme for a Disney movie. I decided I wasn't waiting, if Erick was inside I was taking him home no matter what. 

The front door was heavy  wood, locked. Banging did nothing to rouse the attention of whoever was in there. Alex had sent Lyric to stake out (yeah yeah. I see movies too) the rear, so it was Alex, Andre, and me. I was ready to break a window. 

Lyric phoned to say he found a back door that was open. We were in. 

The back door led to a kitchen, unsurprisingly a mess of beer cans, fast food trash  and empty bottles. We were determined: no sneaking around. The first person we see would have his throat ripped out if he didn't tell us where Erick was.  

We all heard  loud laughing from the second floor. Yelling and hooting. Someone was counting down. 

The three of us headed up the stairs. Just a house, bedrooms on both sides of the upstairs hallway. The end bedroom was where the shouting was coming from. 

I looked at Alex , Andre and Lyric. "You don't have to do this. This could be dangerous. I've gotta get my boy. You can call the police....."

"Shut the fuck up!! " Andre pushed me and we stumbled  into the crowded room. Erick laid face down tied to a bed with his ass up on pillows. It looked like this crowd had been  raping Erick. 

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS GET OFF MY BOY. GET OFF. GET OFF. THE POLICE ARE ON THE WAY YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES"

I was trying to release the bonds holding Erick. He was like Derrick, still  mostly out of it. He saw me, recognized me, and smiled. 

"Do it again.....Daddy. ....please.....fuck me again"

Stunned, looking at my smiling beautiful boy, obviously drugged and raped and RAPED. my heart was breaking  It was my fault, it was all my fault. 

That did  it. Erick must have thought all the dicks  in his butt were family.  These frat rats must die. 

Alex and Andre were being forcibly removed from the room; soon, , two guys were pulling me away. 

The crowd was just as loud and boisterous as before we got here. It was as if we weee just a momentary intrusion.  

Police sirens 

"Fuck, at last!!" The frat guys in the room started heading downstairs, finally I could untie Erick. 

The cruiser stopped in front of the house, I watched one officer exit the police car. The crowd was breaking up but not before the policemen came in. 

Erick was naked and untied. I felt that I had failed this boy in the gravest way. He still laid there smiling at me. Geez. This isn't really happening is it?

You guessed it. The policeman came in, asked questions of a few of the boys in the crowd. Then, came to glare at me. 

"Why am I here?"

"This boy on the bed, Erick ...."

"Erick who?"  He was writing 

"I ... um ...don't know really..." did I even know the twins's last name? Why don't I remember it. 

"Okay, so...."

"Boys from this house, this frat, drugged and kidnapped Erick, tied him to the bed and repeatedly raped him"

"No one here corroborates that statement, sir.""Son,..." the policeman turned his attention to the naked boy on the bed, Erick. "What happened here?"

"My ...Daddy...was fucking me"   Erick had the look and sound of someone still deep under the influence of some drug. 

The policeman folded his notepad and tucked it into his pocket. With a glare at me, he turned and left. 

By the time we reached the bar, Erick, having slept, I hoped was coming out of the haze.  When the twins  were finally together they wouldn't let go of each other. At the bar, Derrick had given a police report as did the bartender, but no now  expected  anything to come of it. Avery and Xian with their wrecking crew showed up just as we were leaving. Once they heard the story they  got back in their car and left, too.

The next day a news flash reported a home invasion which left 24 male college students hospitalized.  Police were investigating. 

We had all gathered in the library, we were about  to hear the twins's POV. 

"Ok, let's hear it. , from start to finish, we all want and deserve to hear this. All of us were worried sick about you guys."

The twins were shaken, as we all were, for days  after the incident. They said they wanted and planned to tell us everything. Derrick started. 

"When we left here we were not really sure in what order we wanted to do things. We knew all we wanted to do but had very little idea of where anything was. Thanks to the cell phones, Daddy, we found Baldwin Hills. We figured dad would be at work, not wanting to just walk in, we knocked. Mom answered and was as expected, surprised , with a look that betrayed her true feelings, she asked us in. The living room was crowded with ladies I recognized from the church we used to attend and some from the neighborhood.  Moms book club. She was embarrassed, everyone knew the story of the errant sons leaving to live a life of sin. Mom introduced us anyway and pulled us into the kitchen. We asked for an update on our sisters, both younger. I guess the girls still asked about us. 

We could tell mom was uncomfortable. We should have called ahead, but you know, that house was home. To relieve mom of her obvious anxiety we left pretty soon and went shopping. We realized that since we rarely wear clothes that shopping was nothing more than just "looking" for us. We didn't spend all the money we had. Spent most on sexy underwear. 

Bored, we ate, then just drove around. I remembered a club we used to go to once in a while so we went to the Viper Gallery. It was like 6 but the place was jumping. We had a drink and danced until we were dead in our feet. 

We met a  guy there who took us to his place. He was really nice, made us dinner, asked if we'd like to watch a movie. Never once mentioned the bedroom. 

About 2-3 in the morning we went to surprise him in bed but he wasn't alone. Another bed was in the room. Hospital bed with monitors, flashing lights, beeping. We sneaked back out, left a note and took off out his back door. 

We weren't tired so we ate something and went back to the Viper. The music was loud, everyone sweating and dancing like there was no tomorrow. Lots of guys were hitting on us so we decided to split up and do our own thing. I remember dancing  for a really long time. We were separated for a while but then both of us ended up at a table with a bunch of college guys. We'd both had enough to drink and we knew we better call Daddy before he calls out the booty police. That's all I remember. After that nothing until that bartender woke me up." Derrick leaned his head on his brothers shoulder. 

"I didn't know where Derrick was, but it seemed everything was okay. I remember hearing "everything is ok" over and over. I thought I was home, and we were all just fucking, you know? Then I saw Daddy. That's all I remember. Everyone was saying everything is okay." 

Erick was in a tight embrace with his brother, his distress over the whole thing made me so sad. I let them go, I felt 100% responsible for what happened. 

Avery and Xian had joined us to hear the boys's stories. 

"We went to the frat house. The party was an all nighter, guys everywhere. The funny thing was it was a straight fraternity, no Gama Homo Ho. Finding a guy wearing a tank with UCLA on it Xian and I asked some questions. We acted like we were alumni or whatever, so this guy just let it all out. The fucking asshole  was laughing the whole time. 

Xian put a hand on Avery's knee. "I stepped in before Avery started fucking this guy up. I asked what there deal was. He said they went to LA to find fag whores to come party with them. I asked why guys, if you're straight why not girls? The motherfucker said that fag whore assholes are tighter than any pussy" 

Avery put a hand on his dungeon buddy's shoulder "Thats when Xian broke the guy's nose with the flat of his hand. His screams brought every other guy there, running. " Avery was flexing his hands so I figured he was remembering that  night. The evil grin on his face confirmed it for me.   

"Most of the crew came with us, and were hanging out in the van,  they came running when they heard the frat fuck start yelling. Anyway, one by one every guy there got a broken something. Willie, one of our  lighting guys wore steel toed shoes, he finished them all off with a solid kick to the balls."

The twins were overwhelmed. Throwing there arms around the two leather studs , their thankyous and kisses went on for a while.

"Daddy, we're so sorry. We'll never do anything like that again"

Smiling at them both, their faces full of contrition. "Of course you will. And stop telling me how sorry you are, I blame myself.