The Mansion Boys...and Girl

The dreaded arrival of Joshua is here. He's in trouble and desperate. He wants to eliminate his major obstacle - Harrison - and make Jack take him back. As they discover more about Joshua, his accomplices begin to question their involvement. The family is bound together more strongly than ever, giving Jack the strength to break free of Joshua.

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“I just want to meet him to see what all of the fuss is about.” Calista insisted.

“There is no fuss. He’s a dangerous, evil asshole.” Justin snapped back.

“How could Jack be so into someone so horrible? I just don’t understand.”

“If any of us could explain it, we could probably fix it.”

“I need to see him in person. There must be something. You can rush me out of there as soon as he arrives.” 

“Oh, I will. You can say hi, and then we are leaving and you are not going to be anywhere near him ever again.”

“Where are you going to rush me to?”

“I don’t know. We’ll go to the apartment downtown and go from there.”

Justin and Calista made themselves comfortable in the parlor and waited, with Jack, for Joshua to arrive.

* * *

Jack got a text from the driver that he was about to arrive. He got up to meet Joshua at the door.

The big, black SUV pulled up and the driver let Joshua out. Joshua ordered him to take his luggage inside. He stood outside and took in the surroundings he hadn’t seen for so long.

“How was he on the ride here?” Jack asked the driver.

“He was pretty quiet, Mr. Holden. He barely said a word.”

“Hmmm, that’s unusual. He’s up to something,” Jack whispered before raising his voice slightly, “thank you Randall, safe travels back to base.”

Jack grabbed Joshua’s stuff and set it inside the door. He stood there and watched as Joshua came up the stairs. He couldn’t help himself but to stare at Joshua, the slight, fair skinned, perfectly toned man walking towards him. His shiny platinum hair close cropped on the sides,  longer and spiky on top, his bright blue eyes looking back at him. Jack couldn’t help but notice the generous bulge in Joshua’s tailored pants. He hadn’t physically seen him in about five years, but it didn’t take much for Jack to swoon for Joshua all over again. 

“Hello Jack,” Joshua said in a patronizing tone.

“Hello…hello Joshua,” Jack replied breathlessly.

“Ah, I still love the look on your face when you see me.” Joshua wrapped his arms around Jack and kissed him intensely. Jack just melted. “Make me a drink, “Joshua snapped as he pulled off and turned away.

Jack dutifully followed Joshua into the parlor, where one of the mansion's many wet bars was. “He’s here,” Jack chimed to Justin and Calista, who were sipping a cocktail of their own.

“Ugh. Just great.” Justin deadpanned. Calista backhanded him in his chest.

“Well, hello Justin, still trying to figure out who you are, huh?” Joshua said to Justin mockingly as he looked over his outfit and laughed. “And this pretty little thing must be Calista, hello I’m Joshua, I’m sure Jack’s told you about me.”

“Oh yes he has! It is a real pleasure to meet you Joshua,” Calista chirped excitedly. “What brings you to town? How long are you here for?”

“Probably much longer than this one wants me to be here.” Joshua nudged Justin, who just downed his drink and sneered back at him.

“OK, Calista, we’re going to be late.”

“Fine Justin. I can’t wait to see you again later!”

“Sure thing, bye you two.”

Justin whisked Calista out of the room and turned back to glare at Jack, who was mixing drinks for him and Joshua. Justin was very annoyed at how elated Jack seemed to be.

Joshua had made himself comfortable on one of the plush leather couches. Jack stepped over and handed him his martini and went to sit on another chair. “Oh no, Jack, right here next to me. You know, like the night we met.”

Once Jack sat down, Joshua moved closer to him and put his hand on his knee. At this point, Jack was trembling. He was nervous being around Joshua like this, he knew he was trying to manipulate Jack for some reason. He was also completely lustful for Joshua.

“So, um, what brings you back? You said you would never come back.”

“I’m rethinking that. I miss my mansion.”

“I see.” For a moment, Jack caught his bearings. He set his drink down and pulled away from Joshua. He moved forward and sat at the edge of the couch. “I just don’t get it. You haven't spoken to me in years other than to demand money or to make me do something lewd for you.” Joshua cut him off.

“For fuck’s sake Jack. You’re the one begging me to ‘come home and fuck you’ in those texts. You’re the one sending me pictures of yourself doing nasty things.”

Jack jumped up off the couch, “you demanded those pictures! Seriously, what do you want? Why are you here?”

Joshua leaned back and crossed his legs. He set his drink on the side table and pulled out his cigarette case. He took out a cigarette and lit it, sucking in deep and then slowly blowing out a cloud of smoke. “Come on Jack,” he started calmly, “look at you. You’re still shaking. You are so enamored with me, so horny for me, you can’t keep yourself from sweating and shaking like a teenage boy seeing a naked woman for the first time.”

Sounding more desperate, Jack knelt on the floor in front of Joshua, “please Joshua. Everything is finally going well for me. I have everything that I want. You have everything that you want! I’ll give you anything. Another apartment? More money? What do you want to just…go. Please, don’t do this to me.”

“Fuck Jack! You’re so fucking pathetic. Begging on your knees. I should expect nothing less. Maybe I’m here to tell you I want you back…”

“For what? To continue hurting me?”

“Which is just what you wanted!!” Joshua leaned forward and grabbed Jack by the hair and pulled his head back. He waved his lit cigarette in Jack’s face, as if to threaten to burn him with it. “You love to get hurt. You loved what I did to you. You want me to fucking cause you all of the fucking pain right now. I know you do. I see it in your eyes. You want me to just snuff this thing out right in your face. Beg for it Jack, beg for me to burn you so you can show everyone who fucking owns you. It’s me Jack, I own you, just in case you fucking forgot.”

Jack trembled as Joshua yanked his hair even harder, forcing his mouth open and down closer to the ground. Joshua took another drag of the cigarette and flicked the ash in Jack’s face as he moved it closer and closer to him. Jack was certain he was about to get burned. Quickly, Joshua snapped the cigarette away, dropped it and put it out on the floor, burning a spot into the carpet. He slammed Jack’s head forward, pushing him over onto the floor. He stood up over him, placing his foot on Jack’s neck.

“I really want to torture you someday. Really, painfully, torture you. It would have been fun to hear you scream while I burned your tongue, but you can’t blow me like I like if you’re burnt.” He barked as he spit on Jack’s face. 

Joshua stood on Jack’s body, hovering over him, staring down at him with every bit of contempt that he has always had for him. Joshua was also feeling his own lust. He loved abusing Jack. It gave him immense pleasure, more than any other person that he abused. The rush that he got from inflicting pain on Jack was like no other. He slammed his foot onto Jack’s crotch, making him cry out and jerk upward. He went nowhere with Joshua standing on him.

“Now, here is what is going to happen,” Joshua said condescendingly, “you are going to get my stuff and bring it upstairs to our room. You will neatly put it all away. You will then get yourself ready for me. I’m sure you remember just how I liked to find you in the bedroom, waiting for me. I will be up when I’m ready. Got it?”

“Yes, Joshua, I understand. I will be ready for you.”

* * *

Evening class was canceled, so Harrison and CJ ended up with time to kill. Thinking that he was going to get a little more fun out of Harrison, CJ asked to go back to the apartment downtown, not too far from campus. Harrison obliged, but was intent on going back to be with Jack.

“Damn, this apartment is sooooooo nice!” 

“Yeah, Jack does have good taste. I kinda wish we lived here instead of the mansion.”

“Tell him this is where you want to live! He will probably drop everything and move here with you.”

“You’re probably right. The mansion is just so creepy and weird. It was also something his hateful ex wanted. The only thing good about it are the trails and the access to the lake.”

CJ approached Harrison and wrapped his arms around him. He pulled Harrison in close and grabbed his ass. “Since we have some extra time, maybe we can pick up where we left off earlier?”

“You know I want to, but I haven’t seen Jack in a day or two. I really want to surprise him by getting home early. You know.”

“Yeah, Harry, I do. I wish someone loved me like that.”

“No worries, there’s someone for you. I know it.”

“You’re for me, but I missed out.”

“Stop. You’ll find your dude. In the meantime, I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks, Harry. Have fun with Jack.” CJ kissed Harrison before he stepped away. “Hey, do I have to leave? Can I stay here a while? That bathtub is to die for and I want to go soak in it like the queen I am.”

“It’s all yours. You know you can have anything you want here. Have fun.”

Harrison called for a car and headed home. On the ride home, he called Aidan. The two boys had developed a fast friendship and enjoyed talking to each other. Harrison was on the phone with him the whole drive home.

* * *

It was the first morning in years that Garrett woke up a free man. He basically lost everything when he went to jail and now had to start over. The bag they handed him when he left prison was the outfit he was wearing when he was arrested. He wanted no part of that time, which is why he trashed it immediately. Wagner took the boys out shopping so Garrett could at least have something more than prison garb to wear. From there, they headed to the airport.

Jack had made Wagner aware that Joshua was coming to town when he found out weeks ago. Much like Justin, Wagner was pissed. He probably hated Joshua even more since he knew how much Joshua was taking advantage of him legally and financially. Wagner was determined to find a way to end this fiasco. He got his own folks to try and investigate Joshua with the hopes of finding some real dirt on him. 

“Wow, you guys really know how to make a boy feel good.” Garrett observed as they boarded the plane and took their first class seats.

“This is the fucking way we fucking do shit.”

“You deserve some good treatment at this point. Plus, this is kind of what it is like now.”

“I hope I can get used to it.”

“Are you fucking serious? You’ll fucking get used to unlimited fucking cash and any fucking thing you want.”

Despite it being a short flight, Blaze and Garrett took full advantage of every perk - including a couple of cocktails. Once they landed, Wagner’s phone blew up after he turned off airplane mode. Jack let him know that Joshua was actually in town. He had also gotten an update from his private investigator. It wasn’t good.

“Well, fuck boys. Our plans for a fucking sunshine and rainbows love fest are not going to fucking happen. Shit is fucking going down.”

* * *

There was a reason that Joshua wanted to ‘come home’. He had finally pushed his luck so much that he was actually in trouble - the kind that he couldn’t talk or buy his way out of.

Over the years that Joshua lived in New York, all on Jack’s dime, he was nothing but trouble. He used his charm and good looks - and his money - to get into any club or event he wanted to. He flashed himself around and soaked up all of the attention. In the process, he managed to meet and hook up with endless boys and men.

While plowing through a sea of one-offs, he found a few longer term ‘friends with benefits’. He even managed to make a few friends, though they were more interested in using Joshua for their own needs than they were in actually being friends with someone who they learned was really not a nice person. 

Joshua was aggressive and often tried to take what he wanted - with or without consent. Many of the boys he essentially raped said nothing. Either his threats of retaliation were scary enough or they were embarrassed that they’d gotten themselves into such a situation. In many instances, the boys were not credible enough to try to press charges. No matter how it happened, Joshua got away with being a violent sexual predator for years.

That streak of luck was finally coming to an end. One of the men he attempted to assault out in the Hamptons one weekend last summer not only fought back, he pressed rape charges that stuck. That was Joshua’s first warrant for his arrest. The second would come from a random experience in Connecticut where he assaulted twin brothers who also filed legit charges against him. The final straw was the multiple charges against him by a coordinated group of guys who all came together to take him down. They included everything from kidnapping to rape to assault. They even tried to connect him to a missing person. Joshua Walker was a wanted man in three counties.

As usual, rather than deal with the consequences of his actions, he decided to disappear and go to Jack for protection. He knew Jack would just capitulate and give him what he wanted, he always did. The walls were finally closing in on him.

* * *

Jack knew he had to push back, but ultimately, he was afraid to. He also didn’t want to. Whatever spell Joshua had on him was hard to break, even after all these years and all of his sadistic torture and bullying. He still ended up doing exactly as Joshua said.

Joshua liked Jack to be in some kind of compromising position whenever he was around. It was a part of his control and of his endless humiliation of Jack. In the bedroom, Joshua liked Jack to be naked, bent over the end of the bed with his ass in the air and with his legs spread wide, with his hands behind his back. 

“I knew you would remember, you pathetic slut. You think you can fight me, but all you want is for me to plow your ass.”

After stripping his own clothes off, Joshua went to the dresser where he expected to find some toys. Since Jack didn’t rearrange anything after Joshua left, he found exactly what he wanted. There were cuffs to tie Jack’s wrists together, cuffs and chains to secure his feet to the legs of the bed, a mouth gag and several paddles, whips and floggers. He went about restraining Jack, saving the gag for last.

“Where is this little boy you are so fond of?”

“He’s at school until later tonight.”

“And besides the tranny, don’t you have some other stray child that you took in?”

“He’s out of town.”

“Then I guess I get to focus all of my aggression on you.”

Joshua secured the gag in Jack’s mouth and picked up one of the wooden paddles. It was a long and wide bamboo paddle with air holes in it to help swing harder and faster. Without warning, Joshua slapped the paddle against Jack’s ass with all of his might. Jack let out a muffled screech and luched up, but could go nowhere. 

After about 10 hard swats, the pain was almost unbearable. Jack tugged at the restraints on his ankles and continued to cry out, tears welling up in his eyes. His cries didn’t matter to Joshua, in fact they encouraged him. Jack’s ass was a bright red and stinging at this point. Joshua threw the paddle on the floor and grabbed a leather strap. He took more than 30 smacks with the strap, now causing welts to form on Jack’s ass. 

After a few more smacks to Jack’s ass, Joshua dropped the strap and aimed his enormous cock at Jack’s hole. With just a little spit and precum, he plunged all 12 thick inches deep into Jack, causing him to lunge forward. Joshua grabbed at Jack’s hair and yanked his head back as he power fucked Jack for a few minutes. He finally took a little mercy and stopped. He climbed up on the bed and around in front of Jack, removing the gag. He said softly, “God, you’re such a pitiful excuse for a human,” as he pulled Jack’s head up by his hair. Jack opened as wide as he could and Joshua shoved his cock in. The postion didn’t work wel for a full throat fucking, but Joshua managed to stuff a good bit of his cock into Jack’s mouth. He forced himself in as far as he could go, choking Jack in the process. He held his cock in Jack’s mouth, knowing it was cutting off his breathing. To make matters worse, Joshua held Jack’s nostrils closed. At first Jack thrashed about, but he eventually felt faint and blacked out. Joshua pulled his cock out of a now unconscious Jack and went back to his ass. 

Joshua continued, fucking Jack’s lifeless body, not worrying at all about his state. Joshua pounded and pounded until he decided he wanted to inflict even more pain. He stopped to grab a flogger and began to flog Jack’s already bruised ass. He hit harder and harder each time, causing even more welts and even drawing a little blood. He moved on to Jack’s back and flogged him mightily. Jack eased in and out of consciousness, the pain of the flogging raising him from his stupor. Bored with the flogger, Joshua moved on to a whip and continued his beating. He was relentless in his whipping, slicing into Jack’s skin, adding to the marks he’d already made years ago. Jack was now fully awake again and trying desperately to scream through the gag. As horrible as this attack was, Jack remained hard and aroused throughout.

Finishing things off, Joshua blasted a load of cum on Jack’s ass and left him tied there. He took a quick shower and got dressed. He went downstairs to wait on Harrison. His twisted plan was moving along more smoothly than he expected.

* * *

For whatever reason, Wagner could not get a hold of Justin or Calista. Some glitch in the cellular network was causing his call to them to not connect. Even Blaze couldn’t get through. They also tried frantically to reach Harrison. His calls went straight to voicemail. Wagner rented a car and they started the 45 minute drive to Jack’s.

Harrison spent so much time on the phone on the ride home, that his battery ran out of its charge. The car dropped him off at the house and he wandered in. He tossed his book bag on the floor and went looking for Jack. He didn’t bother to call out since the house was so big and solid, no one ever heard anyone yelling anyway.

He figured Jack must be upstairs since he didn’t see him in the usual places he’d be downstairs. He decided to grab a snack before heading up to see him, assuming he’d need the energy for the fun he was likely to have with him. He sat at the counter in the kitchen with some leftover charcuterie and a glass of wine. Then, Joshua appeared. 

“Hey there! You must be Harrison!”

“Uh, yeah, who…oh wait, you’re Joshua, aren’t you?”

“The one and only. I’ve been waiting around here for Jack and he finally let me know he wasn’t going to make it back.”

Harrison looked Joshua over. He liked what he saw, thinking he at least understood the physical attraction. Joshua took in Harrison as well, thinking that he was just a little twinky boy that was not a good replacement for himself.

“Oh?” Harrison was a little suspicious, but figured he’d see what was up, “So he’s still at work?”

“He called and said he was running late from a meeting and he’d meet us at the University Club. He knows that’s a favorite of mine. There’s no rush, we have a little time.”

“Hmm, ok, well I’m starving and really want to finish this snack. Have a glass of wine with me? We can get to know each other a little before we meet up with Jack.”

Joshua used his charm to woo Harrison over and win his tentative trust. He only needed him to trust him for a short time anyway. They chatted about themselves, sharing a few stories as they finished the bottle of wine. When Harrison made a quick trip to the bathroom, Joshua slipped something in his glass that would eventually knock him out. It wasn’t long before Harrison was out like a light.

Now that his target was subdued, he called for his ride. “OK, he’s out. Jack is incapcitated. We’re ready to roll.” Within a few minutes a beat up old Suburban pulled up. Two seedy looking guys got out and came inside for Harrison.

“Yo, dude, this house is fucking killer,” Brayden said as he looked around.

“I just want to get fucked in every room!” his buddy Jarrin proclaimed.

“Yeah, well we don’t have time for that. I promise once I get what I need, I’ll let you both come back here for whatever you want. Now, get the boy in the car and let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Brayden and Jarrin were two former twink porn stars, now in their 30’s, who have basically amounted to nothing. Drugs, alcohol and lots of other bad decisions have led them to a pretty trashy life. They live in the tiniest of towns in rural Wisconsin, where Jarrin grew up. Joshua found Jarrin online and found that they were desperate enough to do some of his dirty deeds. The boys were leery of the plan, but were enticed by Joshua’s promise of $10,000. They wanted to get away to someplace warm and the money would help. Jarrin knew of an old, abandoned building in a small town near the one where he grew up. They took off for the two hour drive. 

Harrison was being kidnapped.

* * *

When they opened the door at the downtown apartment, they heard music coming from down the hall. It was obvious someone was there from the champagne cork and wrapper on the counter and clothes left on the floor near the couch. They were too busy and colorful to be Harrison’s.

“Who do you think is here? Do you think it's Harrison?” Calista wondered.

“It better be, just stay here until we’re sure.”

Justin quietly went down the hall to the open door of the bathroom. There, he found CJ in the tub, buried in suds and listening to Beyonce, a glass of sparkling rosè on the ledge along with the bottle. He was leaning back with his knees visible above the water. He had one hand behind his head and the other was between his legs underwater. He was softly moaning. There were three dildos strewn about on the floor and a bottle of silicone lube nearby. 

CJ didn’t notice Justin right away. Justin waved to Calista to come down. She peered around the door. “Do you recognize him?” Justin whispered.

“The colorful clothes in the living room, that red hair, it must be Harrison’s friend CJ.”

Justin knocked loudly on the door, startling CJ. He quickly pulled out the dildo he had in his ass, tossed it away and sat up. He started to laugh.

“Oh my! I wasn’t expecting anyone! Hi! I’m CJ! I’m Harrison’s buddy. He told me I could hang here.”

“Hi CJ! I’m Calista! Harrison has told me a lot about you.”

“Yeah, you too!” CJ stood up and got out of the tub, not really caring that he was stark naked. He wiped himself off and walked over to the door. “Judging how pretty you are, I’m going to guess you are Justin.” He said cheerfully while extending his hand. Justin couldn’t help but look him over.

“I am Justin…and you are quite nice, I mean, right.”

“I am horny as fuck, so maybe you can show me how nice you think I am!”

“God, he’s more chipper than you are.” Justin told Calista.

“Chipper is good! You should try being more chipper!”

“So, do I need to leave?” CJ asked as they made their way back to the living room.

“No, you don’t, but we don’t really have time for fun. Where is Harrison anyway?”

“He left a while ago to surprise Jack. He said he missed him. I wish he was here fucking me, but oh well. That’s what dildos and Grindr are for I guess.”

“Do you think we should go back? Do you think Harry will be ok?”

“I don’t know Calista, but we probably should at least call him. I don’t like that he’s going to be alone with Joshua since Jack is probably not going to do anything.”

“The calls go right to voicemail.”

“Shit. OK. We need to go.”

“Is everything alright? Is Harry OK?”

“You call him Harry too? I thought I was the only one who could call him Harry.” Calista was disappointed in this development.

“You’re number one. I’m the only other person and he said he could revoke this privilege at any time.” CJ giggled as he shared this rule that sounded exactly like something Harrison would come up with.

“Harrison is OK, as far as we know. Gimme your number and we’ll catch you up later. We need to go.”

Calista turned and kissed CJ. “You’re a cutie. By the way, the long bumpy one is mine and Harrison’s favorite.” Her and Justin took off to head back to the mansion.

CJ realized she was talking about one of the toys in the bathroom and went back to his fun.

* * *

Once in the back of the SUV, Brayden went to work restraining Harrison. He wanted to do it while he was still out so there wouldn’t be any struggle. Jarrin drove and Joshua sat in the front seat. Brayden removed all of Harrison’s clothes, taking pictures as he did. 

“Wow, this kid has a decent sized dick. We might need to get him to fuck you Jarr!”

“Just get him tied up before he wakes up.” Joshua snapped at Brayden before Jarrin could respond. “Just as I told you, harsh, severe, relentless. We’re not being nice here.”

Brayden took off his shoes and stuffed one of his sweaty socks in Harrison’s mouth before wrapping bondage tape around to hold it in. He tossed the other one to Jarrin who snapped it up and immediately held it to his face. Brayden bound up his wrists and ankles and then expertly hogtied Harrison. Brayden was very skilled at rope work. He turned Harrison around in the back seat so his head was against the door. Brayden sat next to him, licked his fingers and began sliding them into Harrison’s exposed ass. When he pulled his dirty, brown fingers back out, he put them in his mouth and sucked them clean. Joshua smiled with approval. One of the reasons he liked these boys was for how limitlessly filthy they were.

They arrived at the building, pulled around back and went inside. “Here are the burners you wanted, Sir.” Jarrin said as he handed a bag of phones over to Joshua. The boys carried Harrison inside just as he was coming to. Despite his thrashing and struggling, there was no way he was going to overcome being tied up and in the hands of the two trashy boys. 

“We can do what we want now, right?” Brayden asked Joshua.

“You can tie him up anyway you want. You can have all your little bondage and cbt fun until I’m ready. Whatever you do, make it hurt. I fuck him first. Got it? Oh, and don’t make him cum either. He’s going to need to suffer a while.”

Brayden and Jarrin looked at each other skeptically. They were a little unnerved by Joshua’s constant demands to inflict pain. These boys were into BDSM for fun, not to really hurt someone.

The building was a place Jarrin and Brayden hung out in regularly. It was out in the middle of nowhere and the boys had equipped it for their BDSM  games they liked to play with each other and especially with others. Their usual subjects were there of their own will, Harrison was their first kidnapping victim. Joshua assured them they could have a few days of play time with Harrison. They were looking forward to some fun with this adorable boy.

Harrison was terrified. He could hear everything and see everything. He tried so hard to scream, but the sound was muffled by the stinky sock in his mouth. It wasn’t like anyone would hear him anyway. He had no idea what was happening or how he got here, but it was obvious to him Joshua was using him to get something out of Jack. He was feeling pretty stupid for letting Joshua take advantage of him, especially since he’d been warned.

For as trashy as they were, Brayden and Jarrin were actually kind of cute. They each seemed to retain their twink appeal. Since they left porn, they built a little bit of a business for themselves getting hired out to let people play out their BDSM and other kinky fantasies. They were very skilled at rope play and light torture and were paid fairly well for it. Joshua was paying them for their willingness to be kidnappers as well.

They brought Harrison into a dark room with a rubber mat on the floor and black painted walls. There were heavy metal rafters up above. Lots of chains and ropes hung from them. There were pulleys and other devices to move their victims around. Brayden began his mastery. He took his time and very carefully, and with Jarrin’s able assistance, untied and re-tied Harrison into a completely different position. It was a contorted and excruciating position that made Harrison’s muscles burn. Brayden was worried it was too much, but Joshua kept a close eye to make sure that is exactly what it was. After Harrison was tied up, they pulled him up off the ground and suspended him in air, with his ass and mouth conveniently lined up for fucking.

Harrison’s hands were crossed and tied tightly together. His ankles were cuffed and an adjustable spreader bar was installed in between them. A rope was tied to his wrists and then pulled along his ass crack to his balls. It was tied around them pulling his balls further from his body and separating them, then the rope was wrapped around his cock and then secured to the bar between his ankles, pulling his cock and balls out from under him. Each of the ropes were tied tighter than usual, making everything torturous. A thicker set of ropes that was attached to a pulley and hanging from the metal beam was secured to his wrists and pulled to another set that was tied around his arms. Those were the ropes he was suspended with.

While the boys were proud of their work, Harrison’s crying, screaming and begging along the way was unsettling. They were used to participants who actually wanted this and had set some parameters for in advance. Harrison was in the worst pain of his life as he hung there, slowly swinging back and forth. He was so afraid that he’d fall and end up hurt pretty badly. He begged the boys to let him go, telling him he had access to far more money than Joshua. Keeping up appearances, Brayden smacked him in the face and told him to shut up. 

“Well, well! You boys are damn good. This is beautiful,” Joshua exclaimed as he admired their work. “You’ve outdone yourself Brayden.”

“Thank you Sir. He was fun to tie. So tall and lanky. Lots to work with.”

“And that huge cock too!” Jarrin shouted.

“OK, boys, get naked. Let’s fuck with this little boy and see how long it takes to break him.”

Joshua ignored Jarrin’s observation and began to take off his clothes. Brayden and Jarrin quickly did the same. Both boys were fairly thin, with Brayden packing on a little more weight in a mix of muscle and fat. Brayden was 5’11” and a thick eight inches and Jarrin 5’9” and a slimmer seven. They stood by stroking their cocks while they watched Joshua and waited for him to give them permission to do anything.

“Please, please, just let me go! Please. I’ll do anything! Please! This hurts! I can’t feel my arms or my legs or my dick!” Harrison pleaded. Joshua stood in front of him and put his hand under his chin. 

“I’m going to give you one opportunity to end this. All you have to do is promise to leave forever. Leave Jack. Go far away and never be heard from again. If you are willing to do that, I will let you go right now. Otherwise, we’re going to fuck you senseless in both your little faggot holes.”

“Leave Jack forever? What? No fucking way! I would never leave Jack!”

“OK then.” Joshua said, tapping Harrison on the head.

He walked behind him and pulled on his cock, which was already taut from being tied and pulled as it was. Harrison’s cock was hard, but most likely now because there was nowhere for his blood to flow. Joshua tilted him downward a little so he could get a good shot at his hole. He spit on Harrison’s hole and motioned to the boys. They came over and did the same. Then, Joshua grabbed Harrison’s hips, aimed his 12 inch monster and thrust himself into Harrison’s ass with full force. Harrison yelped out as he felt the sharpness of the invasion all throughout his body, at least the parts that weren’t numb from hanging as he was.

Joshua relentlessly fucked Harrison, pounding and pounding with all of his might as he grabbed at his hips, digging his nails into his skin. The boys were turned on by Joshua’s dominance. For a solid ten minutes Joshua impaled the poor boy, showing him no mercy. As Joshua fucked Harrison, his body swung and tugged his cock and balls even tighter, making them pull in horribly uncomfortable directions. As Joshua eased up, he held his cock deep in Harrison’s ass. “Fill his throat, Bray. Make him choke!”

Brayden did not need to be told twice. He ran over and pulled Harrison’s head up by his long hair and mouthed ‘sorry dude’ to him as he shoved his cock into Harrison’s mouth. He pushed all the way in, as far as it could go in one push. The putrid, dirty taste of Brayden’s cock was making Harrison retch. The funky stench of Brayden’s crotch had Harrison gagging. It was obvious this boy did not shower recently, if at all. Brayden kept pumping his cock into Harrison’s sloppy mouth as he spit and drooled snot and bile and tears. Joshua resumed his fucking. Harrison was in agony.

Soon, Joshua motioned to Brayden to come to him and let Jarrin have his shot. Jarrin wasted no time sliding his cock into Harrison’s wet mouth. Jarrin fucked Harrison’s face for a few minutes, while his buddy was now pounding his ass. The smell of Jarrin was slightly better, though he smelled more like shit. Suddenly, Harrison felt a hot liquid in his mouth, the acrid taste was obvious, Jarrin was pissing down his throat. Piss was dripping from Harrison’s face as Jarrin relieved himself. Brayden kept fucking like a jackrabbit. Their misgivings were quickly overcome by horniness. 

The three assailants continued to fuck poor Harrison for nearly two hours. After about an hour, Brayden warned that they would need to untie Harrison so they didn’t do any permanent damage. Joshua insisted they keep going, he wasn’t concerned about damage. Brayden insisted after another hour, “if we destroy him too soo, he won’t be useful to us later.” Joshua reluctantly agreed. 

All three of them took their turns cumming - Joshua in Harrison’s ass, Brayden in his mouth and Jarrin on his face. 

“Once you’ve untied him, make sure he’s secured so he doesn’t go anywhere.”

“Yes, Sir.” Brayden and Jarrin went about freeing Harrison from his suspension and restraints and put a collar on him. They hooked a chain to the collar and then to a hook hanging from the rafters, all secured by locks. There was initially enough slack for Harrison to lie down, but Joshua wanted it to be uncomfortable. Brayden reluctantly adjusted the slack so Harrison was only able to remain standing, and would choke himself if he fell asleep or tried to relax. They left him in the room alone and in the dark. Harrison just cried all night, unable to sleep and in awful pain. He knew Jack and his friends would eventually rescue him. He just hoped it would happen soon.

* * *

Wagner and the boys arrived at the house first. Blaze and Garrett went upstairs to look for Jack and Harrison. Wagner explored downstairs and called Justin. He also called Dillon and Bon to let them know what was up. They connected and were on their way to help and support. 

“I’m so sorry Garrett. This is the last thing you need.”

“Hey, you had no idea. This sounds like a fucked up situation. Jack’s ex sounds like a psychopath. I just don’t get why Jack wouldn’t tell him to go fuck himself.”

“Yeah, I know. I can sort of relate. Jack has terrible depression and believe it or not, is completely insecure with himself. He thinks he deserves to suffer. I sometimes feel that way too.”

Garrett stopped Blaze and turned to look him in the face. “Whoa! Look, we’re in this together now, ok? I need the fuck out of you right now, you are al I have. Sounds like you need the fuck out of me. We’re gonna get each other through whatever, right?”

“Right. Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too. Now let’s find your friend.”

They walked into Jack and Harrison’s room and found Jack there, tied to the bed. “MmmPphhhh…” was all Jack could muster. Blaze hopped on the bed and pulled the gag out. Garrett started untying his legs.

“Fuck! That son of a bitch is gone isn’t he?”

“Who? Your ex? Jack, are you OK? Your back, your ass…"

“Yes! They'll be fine. I've had them before, they’ll heal. Ugh, fuck, thank you for untying me. Oh, Garrett, right?”

“Um yeah, uh, nice to meet you Jack.”

“Yeah, this is not how I expected to meet you, Sorry. I completely FUCKED UP!” Jack hollared as he rubbed his wrists.

“I figured I wouldn’t see you naked until at least tomorrow night.” Blaze tried to lighten the mood.

“Nice. He has a sense of humor. I like him already.” Jack looked approvingly at Blaze. “Now, please tell me Harrison is here somewhere or you know where he is. Please tell me that.”

“I wish I could Jack. He’s not here and wasn’t answering his phone.”

“That’s because the fucking battery is dead and his fucking phone was in the fucking kitchen.” Wagner entered the room. “Get some fucking clothes on, you fucking freak. God damn it, I am going to kick your fucking ass!”

“Hopefully Calista has heard from him,” Blaze said hopefully, fearing that it wasn’t likely.

Jack got himself cleaned up and everyone went downstairs to the kitchen. Wagner filled Jack in on the bad news. Jack was beside himself with guilt and grief. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. What have I done?” Tears poured down his face. Just then, Calista and Justin arrived.

Calista ran to Blaze when she came in. “Yay! You’re home! I missed you!” She said as she jumped on him and hugged him tightly. “Oh shit, you must be Garrett! OH MY GOD! You’re here!!” She jumped on Garrett as well, nearly knocking him over. Then she saw Jack. She went right to him and hugged him, bawling as she approached him, she knew something was wrong.

“Harrison's OK, I know he’s OK! He can’t be anything but OK. Jack, I love you.” Calista had the whole room in tears. Even Justin and Wagner who were not known to show emotions were crying. After a few minutes, Wagner brought everyone back to reality. “I guess that answers the question of whether or not you have talked to Harrison.”

The realization that Harrison was missing hit everyone hard, especially Jack, who was convinced it was his fault. Justin did little to ease him of that notion and even dropped a callous, ‘I told you so,’ in so many words. Calista shamed him for giving Jack a hard time while he was so upset. 

“It’s OK, Calista. He’s right. He did tell me, so did Wagner. I let Joshua come here. I’ve enabled him all these years to do what he’s done. Jesus, he’s an asshole, but I never expected him to be this. Fuck. I am so fucking stupid.” 

As Jack was lamenting, Dillon and Bon arrived. Bon went right to Wagner to help calm him down. Dillon went right to Jack. “You’re not stupid Jack. You definitely need some help. You really need some professional help. You know that, but you’re not stupid.”

“No, Joshua is right about one thing. I’m a pathetic, miserable low life. Who else would put their loved ones in harm's way like this.”

“Jack, no…” Calista cried out.

“Ok, Calista, Blaze, you come with me. We’re going to comfort Jack. The rest of you boys do your magic and find Harrison.” Dillon was known for getting things under control and organized.

“You all need to eat! I will make some comfort food.” Bon declared and immediately started to busy himself looking through the refrigerator.

“What do I do?” Garrett didn’t know where he fit in since he was so new.

Justin put his arm around Garrett, “you’re good right here. I’m sure you’ve learned a few things and can help us out.” Calista teared up watching her crush befriend Blaze’s love. Blaze nodded his approval to Garrett, as well as his appreciation to Justin.

Once Jack and the others left the room, Wagner turned to Justin and Garrett, “we’re not only going to fucking find Harrison, we’re going to put that Joshua fucker DOWN. This fucking ends here. And I fucking swear, if he fucking does anything to Harrison, we’re going to fucking tear him apart ourselves and feed him to the fucking fish in that fucking pond!” Wagner pointed out the window to the elaborate koi pond just outside. “And Jesus fucking Christ, I hope Jack gets his fucking shit together.”

Garrett suggested that Joshua didn’t do this alone. “He had to have had help. He sounds too full of himself to get his hands dirty. Guys like him have someone else to do the messy parts so they can be his scapegoats and take the fall. That’s how the big guys did it in the house.” 

“Oh yeah, that fucker doesn’t do anything that involves work. He manipulated some poor fuckers into doing this with him, you’re absolutely right.”

“We gotta be fucking careful. We can’t fucking expose Jack in any of this shit. We gotta fucking protect him. We’ve got a lotta fucking work to do before we call the fucking police.”

They started discussing a strategy and Wagner got on the phone to collect their resources. 

They had a lot of work to do.

* * *

Dillon led everyone to one of the many sitting rooms. This particular one was far away from all of the other activity, was cozy and it faced out to the yard. It was peaceful and quiet. 

Blaze and Calista sat on either side of Jack, holding him. Dillon sat on an ottoman directly in front of him. “Now, look, no more of that bullshit about how awful you think you are. You’re not.”

“We love you Jack. We’re here for you. Just like you have been for us.” 

“Yeah, Jack. Blaze and I wouldn’t be here without you. Neither would Harrison. We’d all be still fighting for our lives on the streets. Don’t be mad at yourself.”

“He’s had a power over you for so long, too long.” Dillon picked Jacks’ face up by his chin, “we’re going to break this cycle together, ok? All of us, your family. The people whose lives you’ve made infinitely better, Jack. We’re going to make sure you’re ok.”

Jack just trembled and sobbed. “I don’t know what I’d do without Harrison. Fuck, if something terrible happens to him. I just can’t…can’t go on. I can’t imagine what that monster is doing to him right now. Joshua is evil. I know he’s torturing that poor boy. Fuck! Poor Harrison didn’t deserve this. I should have stopped him.”

“Jack, listen,” Blaze was slightly annoyed, “yeah, you should have stopped him. There’s shit we all should have done. You didn’t. So?  What the fuck ever. We need to deal with what is happening right now and you know what? We need you, Jack. Harrison needs you to get it together and focus. You have the power to make it right. Stop fucking beating yourself up! That’s not helping anyone.”

“Easy Blaze, he’s a little raw…” Calista didn’t like Blaze’s brusqueness.

“He’s right. He’s absolutely right.” Jack interrupted her, “I made this mess and I need to fix it. Thank you so much guys, I love all of you. I do need your help. You have to help me shake this disease. He can’t rule my life anymore. I have so much good stuff to be happy about. That fucking bastard has done nothing but make me miserable. Harrison is the world to me, every goddamn thing. I’m not going to let Joshua take that away from me.”

“That’s the Jack Holden I love so much!” Dillon said excitedly. “That’s the Jack Holden we need now.”