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George.

He opened his eyes and squinted, the sunlight burned his eyes. After he opened his eyes he smiled. The guy next to him was still there, he had never benn there before. The countless times they had met it was a quick fumble, the "if you tell anyone fag I will kill you." Remark and gone or "I ain't gay, cocksucker." Yeah like 20 minutes earlier you weren't shouting my name, telling me I was the best, begging me to suck you harder. None of that mattered he was still here this time. George felt excited. "Was something about to make this go further?" He couldn't help but smile. He was still in his bed in the morning. It seemed all the hard work had finally paid off, Chester fucking Bennett was in his bed. George smiled as the quarterback lay snoring next to him all his Christmases came at once, besides he was cute while he slept.

Frank.

His eyes closed tight all he could see was his brother drop in a heap. Frank squeezed harder and heard the crack, his brother's head was smashed between the field goal post and the shoulder. It didn't kill him the star quarterback crumpled to floor and slipped into a deep coma.Two years  ago this happened. The result was Frank's family and life were now in pieces. His dad took up heavy drinking, his mum had a breakdown then took up drinking. Frank had all but been forgotten about and now was the subject of horrible abuse and rape. Instigated by his older brother's best friend also the one who put his brother in a coma. The replacement starting quarterback, Frank wondered how many would visit tonight under the false story they were stepping in to fill the void in Franks life left by his brother but in reality the were abusing Frank for there own sexual gratification. He wanted to tell someone but felt no one cared anymore. His parents loved it when the high school seniors came to see Frank so they didn't have to deal with Frank. He knew the door was going to go followed by how the usual ten minutes of polite chit chat with his parents about how much he or they miss Aiden and how much they think of Frank as there little brother and how hard it must be. Before he or they come up to Franks room and rape his boy ass or mouth. The doorbell rang Frank squeezed his eyes shut he heard the familiar greetings squeezed his eyes shut harder and began to cry. He hoped it wasn't going to be his arse tonight it always hurt bad when they fucked him. The footsteps grew louder up the stairs. Frank started shacking as the door opened.
It was dark, too dark one of those nights were the streetlights barley register. 

The two men dressed in black walked up to each other.

"Jeez he really hates this guy. The stuff I have just set up sends shivers down my spine."

"I thought I hated that guy, this is on a whole new scale."

"Here's the address and key, when you give them to him tell him I'm done now not to ever contact me again."

He hands the objects over and they walk away.

George.

He lay there this was new to him. He felt he was getting somewhere now. The time he put in the research, all those boys, moving away not that it bothered him his old life was rubbish. OK it wasn't ideal even though Chester was next to him, George knew he wouldn't have him. Chances are he would wake up and bolt as he had been rather drunk last night when he decided to pop round to use George, this time falling asleep. George knew he may have to at least suck his dick but come on a hot athletic guy like Chester never comes along, not that George was bad looking. He could go out and get a guy at the snap of his fingers but not another Chester nope George had the guy he wanted right where he wanted him. Sure Chester treated him like shit, used him whenever he wanted to drain his balls, never even acknowledging George as an actual human. Always rough with George just use and go normally but last night he was too drunk to leave just after winning a big game, it had been extra rough and George still had a sore ass to prove it but damn it was worth it. Chester stirred and his eyes opened he looked at George and let out a long loud eruption of gas. " Get under the covers and suck my dick now bitch." George groaned as he put his head down the smell hit him instantly and he fought back the urge to be sick.

Frank.

He lay face down on his bed as always. The lad came over and pulled his pants down stroked his young bum. Frank knew where it was going at that point and began to cry. That had no effect as the lad got on the bed pulled Franks ass up and without care shoved a finger in. Frank cried out but no one was coming no one ever came. He felt the head first pushing on his hole he didn't want it, he hoped this time him ass wouldn't open but it did it always did. The lad was too big for Frank and the pain coursed through him like a thousand volts of electricity but not in a pleasant way. It was pure pain and as always there was no lube to help the invasion.The lad sunk all the way in. There was no enjoyment for Frank he had to find the place in his head that he could escape as he took the brutal onslaught in his ass. The place where Aiden was awake where none of this ever happened and his family life was as it should be happy. It was a small town everyone lived for the high school football nights. Aiden being the quarterback meant Franks family were well liked. They were like royalty before the so called accident that left Aiden lifeless asleep in the hospital bed. There were signs of brain activity but Frank had given up on him ever waking up. The thrusting which split the young boy was getting harder and deeper, the grunts from his abuser getting louder. Frank knew it was going to end then dread set in to Franks mid he realised it was Tuesday evening, the night before match day Franks night wasn't over after the loud scream and massive release in Franks ass.

He walked up to the house it was dark and secluded, as he turned the key the door creeked. "Very dramatic." He thought as he made his way through the dark house down to the basement. He stopped at the shiny metal door and breathed hard.He hoped they had set it up as to his instructions as he swung the door open there was a hiss at least the room door was water sealed. He entered and surveyed the room. The floor was red concrete, the walls cold grey steel, two air vents in the steel ceiling with a protruding pipe with an opening at the end big enough to fit a head in but it was for stuff to come out not put stuff in. In the middle of the room was a cold steel table with two rist cuffs a neck restraint, designed to hold someone's head directly below the opening in the pipe. At the end were a further two ankle restraints. "Yes this will do nicely." He had to see if it worked. So he took out his phone and sent the text.

Chester.

He lay there while George was hard at work sucking his cock. Every so often would reach under the cover and force George to go all the way down. While the copious amount of alcohol he consumed the night before gave him the worse gas ever. As he forced the young college quarterback all the way down till he was gagging he would give him that present aswell making it ten times worse for the young man always holding him on his massive tool until he was frantically fighting for breath its then he'd would let his smell go and let the young man come off his monster cock gasping for air forcing him to inhale the dreadful stink he had let go. Chester never normally chose 20 year olds but this one he wanted his pride demanded it as a semi-pro quarterback himself using a young college quarterback as his bitch was to hot to resist, he had to destroy this lad cause who knows this one could be knocking on the door to his position in a year or two then it would be over again for Chester. The admiration he gleamed from the poor locals who's teams he had joined, turned there miserable runs around got well liked by the small communities where no one questioned what he was doing not that anyone knew. Where he was a major celebrity to these people what ever his name was in whatever small town would pay him to brighten up there miserable life's on that special Wednesday night where all eyes were on him. No Chester preferred them much much younger than George but he was a nice well built 20 year old wavy blond hair, blue eyes, the added bonus was he looked younger and he was a quarterback. It all started with a quarterback back when Chester was 17.

Frank.

With the fresh hot wet feeling filling his arse and his abusers breath steady now Frank knew what was next. The night before a game was always the worst. His abuser had been at practice all day and hadn't showered on purpose and Frank knew why. "OK brat it's time to thank me for giving you my time this week." Frank hated this the most it was so degrading, so humiliating but Frank was to small and young to put up any sort of fight and no one every came to help. He rolled over onto his back opened his mouth and shut his eyes. He felt the bed lower as his abuser straddled his chest. Then came the god awful smell as the unwashed sweaty ass was lowered onto Franks face with the hole nestled over his open mouth. "You know the drill brat, I am not moving until I think it clean enough and it's up to you how well you do it but I had Taco Bell after practice and it was spicy so I don't think you have to long before I need the toilet. Unless you want that to be your mouth I would lick hard and deep." His abuser moaned loud as Franks tongue flew deep up his hole. For all his hard probing young Frank was frantically licking for dear life he remembered being in the back of the car when his abuser was just his brother's friend on the way back from Taco Bell after a spicy one. It was a very unpleasant experience for Frank and that was gas now he was threatening the rest. "Oh brat this isn't good enough you need to get much deeper perhaps some encouragement." With that Franks mouth was filled with hot gas it was foul. Frank pushed his face up as hard as he could and his tongue as far as it would go. "Almost there brat maybe this will help you find the extra inch or two." More gas, Frank wanted to be sick but there was nowhere for it to go. He swallowed back and tried getting his tongue deeper. "Oh brat I am disappointed. Oh well you knew the price for failure." Frank started crying as little shots of gas came, then his mouth filled quick.

George.

George's mouth was aching he had been at Chester's cock for over an hour minus the revolting gas break's which made the hole experience worse. He felt Chester tighten and relief although there was one more visit down his monster as Chester pushed his head down. George at this point was very hot, sweating all over and hadn't got much energy to struggle. The now lack of breath was burning his lungs. He was held in place hoping to be let up but nothing, now his head was spinning and still he was held there. George started panicking he could feel himself starting to slip out of consciousness. With what little strength he had left he fought to stay with it. Pushing and thrashing, he heard the dreaded crack of gas but this time instead of being let up Chester pulled his knees up and forced his face to his ass and held George there. It was more than George could take he passed out.

Frank.

He wondered how long he had been out after the horrendous ordeal. It was the first time he had done that to Frank. Frank feared it wasn't going to be the last. Daylight had broken but not by much however Frank had to walk to school. 6 miles away since his parents squandered what wealth they had after Aidens accident. Frank was lucky there was some food in the house. Even if it was the cheapest money could buy, all for another six pack. Frank got dressed and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. His parents passed out on their chairs tv still on trying to sell some crap, like they had been in the mornings for as long as he could remember now. Long gone are the days when his clothes were fresh and clean and he would go to the kitchen and his mum had made breakfast with fresh orange. His dad would be reading the paper drinking coffee before going to his car dealership. Then him and Aiden would leave on the bus together. Now Frank had to wash a bowl out the many dirty dishes all over the place. He poured out some cheap brand corn flakes and wondered if the box would taste better than the product. He went to the fridge, no milk again he tossed them in the bin and put the bowl up the side and left. About three miles into his morning walk there was a bridge with a small stream beneath it connected two side's of a valley. It wasn't a massive drop but every morning when Frank climbed over the side and stood on the ledge he knew if he could just take that step his misery would be over. Aiden always stopped him, if he woke up he couldn't deal with his parents and would need his little brother to help him. Franks admiration for his brother had saved his life countless times and once again Frank sighed and climbed back over another day of being bullied. Little did he know how much his life would change that day.

Chester.

He woke up again in George's bed the young fag passed out head under Chester's legs face pointed at his ass. "Wow this one has it bad there is no way a guy would sleep there after what had happened earlier that morning." Chester looked at his phone again at the text he received the night before, it simply read. "7pm tomorrow you have the address and instructions behave yourself and follow the rules there will be more." He felt the excitement build a mystery fuck with a young tight ass, even though George was tight but this one would be tied up covered from head to foot with just access to his hole which Chester couldn't resist. Plus he can brag about it to George next time he wanted to use the young lad. With that he let a massive one rip to wake George up, the shear thought of his encounter tonight made him horny and why bark when you have a dog. Five minutes later his hands were behind his head and George was once again servicing his monster and boy it felt good."Chester Bennett you genius. " he smiled to himself.

Frank.

His day at school had been the same as any other. One trip to the toilet which he needed and twice he was forced. Into the cubicle and head forced down the unflushed toilet, both quite full. As he passed the bridge he climbed the railing which he never did before but today he wanted to see if he was brave enough to do it. Again after a huff he climbed back. As he approached the back of his house he hadn't noticed anything out the ordinary his parents still hadn't moved but he didn't bother looking as he went up to his room. Frank fell asleep he knew tonight at least he was safe game night. "Hang on he thought, Dad should be at the game." Frank made his way downstairs and into the front room, that's when he noticed. His mum and dad were lifeless both had a bullet wound through the head. Two massive blood splatters on the walls and pools of blood next to there bodies. Even though he resented his parents Frank didn't really know better he cried and hugged his mum getting her blood on him. After a while he thought about doing the same however he needed to get help but everyone was probably at the school bleachers being game night luckily the high school was really close. Crying still he made his way. As he got closer he could hear the announcer commenting on the game. Frank made his way behind the bleachers when he seen a police deputy.

"Excuse me." Frank said.

"Just a minute kid I'm watching this play." The officer said not looking at Frank.
"Sir this is important."

"Look kid I am busy." The officer looked round this time. "All units meet at the main entrance. Frank come with me son." The officer took Frank to the main entrance to the ground where other deputies and Sheriff Robertson were waiting. The sheriff seen them walking over.

"Jesus Frank, what happened son?" Sheriff Robertson asked.

Frank in tears again replied. "I think mum and dad have killed themselves. The sheriff turned to the deputy. " Take him for dinner at the dinner, I will call ahead and get them to clear it not that anyone bar staff will be there. Get him clean clothes and take his for evidence. We will check his home address. "
Frank after a trip to the dinner for burger and chips, (the best meal he had in ages) found himself in clean fresh clothes at the sheriff's office. They took his statement and soon established that while he had been at school his dad had killed his mum and taken his own life. It was the two year anniversary of Aidens accident.

Coby.

Coby had been a quarterback as much as he could remember, however now with only two years left of night school he still hadn't broken through to start. His best friend Aiden was, Coby was a bit jealous of not really having the chance to prove himself, yes there were times when the games were over or Aiden was off his game a bit Coby would finish them but Coby also knew Aiden put in the work and was sure to make it pro. Coby would go out with there friends, Widen would be at home studying plays and coming up with new one's. Coby would sleep in after whatever he done the night before, Aiden was up early running laps keeping in peak physical condition. Coby had it good he decided instead of starting a rivalry with his friend to stay loyal besides being the best friend of the high school quarterback in a town that loved high school football came with perks. Cheap food, cheap concert and cinema tickets and hot girls throwing themselves at you. When Widen got injured Coby got his break. It was mid season and Aiden took a nasty hit, he was taken to the emergency room,  his shoulder and knee had been dislocated, not career ending but kept him out for quite a while, there was talk he wouldn't be back for the rest of the season. Coby had his chance. To start with he took it, he and his family grew in stature much as Aidens had. Coby got used to the admiration like a drug it didn't take long for him to gain an unhealthy superiority complex.

Frank.

He was placed with a local couple to share a room with none other than the high school quarterback Coby Jackson his abuser. Frank thought about running away but with his brother in a coma and his parents dead his only living conscious relatives were clean across the country and Frank hadn't seen or spoke to his grandparents since the argument with his mum 5 years previous. Frank wouldn't know where to start to track them down nor did the child services. That's how Frank ended up in the worst possible place for him. Coby was at the game still when Frank was fed and went up to bed but he knew that Coby would be back and no doubt in a heightened emotional state win or lose. Frank prayed for a win. He heard the front door go with a few jubilant shouts his abuser was not alone.