The Mansion Boys...and Girl

Joshua's reign of terror will finally come to an end. A newly emboldened Jack breaks free of Joshua's power over him, with the help of his family. Harrison is put through the worst of torture and ends up badly beaten. The accomplices working with Joshua turn on him and help Jack find them. Jack shows his appreciation to them. Calista and Jack share something special between them. The story moves on from here now that I've worked through that storyline. I know there are some folks happy to get rid of Joshua, though there will be a twist involving him later. 

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Everyone gathered back in the kitchen. Bon made them some tasty Korean comfort food. They talked through lots of ideas. Wagner had already reached out to some of his inside contacts in the police department to help gather information like traffic cam footage. The big trick now was figuring out where they took Harrison. 

“We need to fucking cut him off. Shut everything the fuck down. No fucking money. No fucking credit.” 

“No, wait…” Jack interrupted, “he needs to think he’s winning. He needs to think he’s ahead of the game. He will fuck up if he’s overconfident. Keep everything intact. Unfortunately, we need to wait him out.” 

“That’s scary Jack!”

“Jack’s right, Calista. If we let him stumble, we’ll find him.” Justin tried to ease her concern.

“He’s not as smart as he thinks he is. I don’t think it will take him long to fuck up. Let’s give him 24 hours.” Jack insisted. “I know it is risky, but he needs Harrison to get what he wants, he can’t do anything severe, that I’m sure he’s not dumb enough to do. 

“That asshole is bound to fucking send a ransom note or some fucking thing.”

“We just need to play to his vanity. It will give him away.”

* * *

He found his accomplices annoying. In an effort to get as far away from them as possible, Joshua found a room clearly on the other side of the building. He tired of the chatter from the boys, the noise they made having sex, and the occasional cries of Harrison. He really had no patience for how long this was going to take and didn’t anticipate how much time he would have to spend with people he hated.

In a series of texts to Jack, Joshua let him know what he wanted. He needed Wagner to fix his legal troubles or somehow make him disappear. He needed Jack to think he wanted him back to not only get Wagner’s help, but to get his money. His goal was $10 million, which he figured would be enough to stay on the run and maybe even leave the country. Ultimately, Joshua had no intention of going back to Jack. He wanted no part of Jack, he just wanted his money - and for him to suffer. Harrison leaving would devastate Jack and making Jack that miserable was exactly what Joshua wanted. 

Your boy is fine. For now. Do what I want and everything will be fine.

The boy goes. Far away. Forever. No contact. I come back. For good.

Wags fixes some stuff for me. Send me $5 million by 5 pm tomorrow.

If not, the boy suffers. More than he already is. He will get hurt. Badly.

Little did Joshua realize that Jack was now emboldened. Taking Harrison was probably the worst way to get what he wanted. It forced Jack to realize how far he’d fallen and how much he’d lose. The money never mattered, but Harrrison mattered more than anything. Not only did Jack have the support of everyone close to him, he had all the resources he needed and he wasn’t afraid to use them. He was finally going to break free of Joshua’s dominance over him.

* * *

Aidan and Harrison were making plans to meet up later that night or the next day. Once Harrison got home and spent some time with Jack, he was supposed to call Aidan back and make arrangements. At least an hour had passed and Aidan hadn’t heard from him. It was unusual for Harrison to not follow through. He called and called and couldn’t get through. He wondered what was up, so he called Calista.

“Hey little sis, do you know what's up with Harrison? We were supposed to connect tonight.”

“Oh no. You don’t know, do you?”

“Know what? What Calista? Is something wrong?”

Calista filled Aidan in on the situation. Like everyone else, he couldn’t believe Jack could get himself wrapped up in such a mess. He wanted to do something.

“Right now we’re just waiting. It’s agonizing. I hate it.”

“Should I come up there? I want to be there for Jack too.”

“Yes! Jack needs as many of us as he can get! He really likes you. I think he would want you to be here.”

“Cool. I guess I just call that service for a car? Jack or Harrison always took care of that.”

“Yep, just call the service. Someone will come for you.”

* * *

Naked and cold, Harrison’s legs were cramped from how he had to stand up for so many hours. He desperately wanted to sleep, but was jolted awake every time he dozed off. Each time his body went limp, the collar would choke him and he’d wake up. When he was awake, he’d just cry. He cried so much that he could barely produce any tears.

Jarrin awoke in the middle of the night. “I’m going to go check on him, ok?” he whispered to Brayden.

“Yeah, ok, just be quiet so the maniac doesn’t wake up.”

He walked into the room and instantly felt bad for Harrison. Jarrin got close to him, standing directly in front of him. He looked up into Harrison’s sad eyes, brushing his hand on his face. “Shit, dude. I’m so sorry. We didn’t know this was going to be like this.”

Harrison wrinkled his nose at how Jarrin smelled. It was obvious he hadn’t showered in a while. “Please get me out of this. Lower me. Something. Please.”

“Hold on.” Jarrin looked around the room and saw a small table. Fortunately, it was light enough to carry over. He set it behind Harrison and pushed it under him. “Bray has the keys to the lock, but at least you can get off your feet.”

With the pressure off his legs and neck, Harrison was able to breathe a sigh of some relief. “Thanks man. This is a little better. Can you just hold on to me a bit so I can relax, just a little?”

“Yeah, of course.”

It wasn’t the boy’s looks that repulsed Harrison. It was more the smells and thoughts of whatever raunchy things he was into. When Jarrin and Brayden were fucking him, he didn’t mind, he just wished it wasn’t in that horrible position. He saw an opportunity and decided to take a shot.

“If this isn’t what you expected, why do it?”

“I didn’t want to do it, but that guy found Brayden online and offered us a lot of money to help him. We didn’t know what it was until we were there, at your house. We still thought it was for fun, but he kept talking and was saying some scary stuff.”

“He’s a really bad man. He won’t stop until I’m either dead or seriously injured.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. If we try to do something, he’ll hurt us too. I knew we shouldn't have done this. $10,000 is a lot of money though.”

“Ten grand? That’s all he’s giving you to end up in fucking jail? Has he given you anything yet?”

“No. He said he would, but he keeps putting Bray off. Bray is kinda pissed.”

“I can help you. Help me get out of here and I will get you what you want and more.”

“But why should we trust you?”

“If you can get one of those phones and text my boyfriend, I can prove to you that I’m for real. Dude, I can tell you don’t want to do this, at least not the kidnapping part. You seem to really want to do the sex part.”

“You’re super cute, hot even. Yeah. Damn.” Jarrin ran his hands over Harrison’s tight little body. He made his way to his cock and gently massaged it, making it grow.

“Mmmmm, this feels much better than earlier.”

“I want to try to make it up to you.” Jarrin moved down on his knees in front of Harrison and began to stroke his now hardened cock. “Damn, this dick is beautiful. It is so big.”

Harrison preferred these feelings of pleasure that didn’t cause him to wince. For the second time in 24 hours, a boy was worshiping his cock. Jarrin continued to caress Harrison’s thick tool. He licked and rubbed it, stoked and kneaded it. He cooed and moaned while he truly showed his love for this big boy cock in front of him. 

A short career in porn, some time as an escort and his antics with Brayden made Jarrin quite a talented cocksucker. He didn’t rush, taking his time to slowly taste every inch of Harrison’s cock and balls. He eased his mouth over the head and took the time to savor the precum and tap every sensitive nerve, sending Harrison into a series of controlled convulsions. He had to hold on to the table with both hands so he wouldn’t fall off and strangle himself since he was still collared and tied to the rafter. Jarrin lapped at the shaft, twisting Harrison’s cock with his hands, and swirling his mouth around it as he made his way down to the base and Harrison’s neatly trimmed pubes. He fondled Harrison’s balls and took one in his mouth to suck on. Just as he began to really get into his effort, Brayden came into the room.

“Somehow I knew checking on him would mean blowing him.”

“Oh…hey babe…yeah, um, come on, it’s tasty…” Jarrin said while wiping the slobber from his mouth. 

“We need to be careful. That crazy fucker will come in here and shoot us or something. I trust him less every minute we’re here.”

“Yeah, speaking of, Harrison here can help us.”

“Come on Jarr, he’s just trying to get you to let him go. He’ll fuck us over just as fast. Even though I don't like what we got ourselves into, these rich dudes are pricks.”

“Please babe, hear him out. I think he’s legit.”

“Sing, canary. I’ll decide if you’re legit or not.”

Harrison filled Brayden in on his plan. He texts Jack, says they want to help get him out of there in return for Jack helping them get away themselves, he gives Jack some details about their relationship that only Harrison would know, Jack sends some amount of money to show them he can be trusted, they tell Jack where they are so Harrison can be rescued.

“OK, it’s worth a shot. It can’t be any fucking worse than the shit we’re already deep in.”

“Dude, I promise, I will hook you up. Whatever you want.”

“Bray, St. Croix! St. Croix!”

“Easy boy, we’ll see.” Brayden unlocked Harrison’s collar and momentarily cut him loose. “Since you’re all horned up, let’s show this cutie that we’re not total douchebags.”

Brayden approached Harrison, who could now stand freely, and pulled him to kiss him. Harrison still had to work through Brayden’s strong smells, but he found him attractive and got through it. Jarrin came in behind Harrison, effectively sandwiching him between them. The boys had done this type of thing before and had a scenario they liked to play out. They smiled at each other as they seduced Harrison.

With a gentle nudge, the boys pushed Harrison down to the ground onto all fours. Brayden rubbed his dripping cock on Harrison’s lips while Jarrin started on his ass. Jarrin tongue fucked Harrison, tasting the cum and spit from the fucking earlier in the day. Harrison opened his mouth to let Brayden slide his filthy cock in. The taste and smell were still a little tough for him, but he was getting more used to it and wanted to please these boys to ensure they stayed on his side.

Unlike earlier in the day, the spit roasting Harrison was getting was much more pleasurable. Jarrin was fucking his ass rapidly and Brayden was throat fucking him in rhythm with his boyfriend. After a while the boys switched places. Brayden was much more forceful in his pounding of Harrison’s ass, while Jarrin let Harrison do the work on his cock. They didn’t have a lot of time to play, so their session ended pretty quickly with both boys pumping cum into Harrison’s holes.

“OK, we need to get out of here. We’ve pushed our luck already.” Brayden put his hand on Harrison’s neck and gave him a few sweet scratches, “I’m sorry dude, but I need to put you back in the collar and shit. You get that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s ok. Thanks for the fun. Please text Jack. We’ll take care of each other, I promise.”

“I got you man.”

“Good night cutie.” Jarrin kissed Harrison on the cheek as he left.

When they got back to their room, Brayden pulled out his phone to text Jack. “We gotta do this now while the maniac is still asleep.”

“It’s after four am.”

“His boyfriend has been kidnapped. He's probably not sleeping and is probably sitting on his phone.”

* * *

No one wanted Jack to be alone all night, so Calista took him to her room. It was late, and they were exhausted, but they found themselves talking for a while.

“Damn, this night sucks. I’ve had drivers for more than 20 years. I’ve owned the service for, like, 18 years. I’ve never had a driver have such a bad accident. I give up. It’s like the universe wants to really fuck with me.”

“I know Jack. I feel terrible. I told him to come. I should have told him to wait. He really wanted to be here for you and me. I’m so happy he’s ok. He said the docs just wanted to check him out and then they’ll send him home, well, here.”

“Ugh. Fuck. I know. That poor driver. I guess he’s ok too. Aidan is a good kid. He’s a great addition to the family.”

“He is! And I know you and Harry are having fun with him!”

“That is true. He is a fun boy.” Jack sat quietly for a few minutes and then slumped down and pulled the covers over his head. 

“What’s wrong Jack?”

“I know I said I’m ok, but I still feel responsible for the bad things that have happened to all of you since I came into your lives.”

“Jack! Why are you so ridiculous? You took us off the streets! Is it so hard to see that you saved our lives?”

“Sure, and then you were raped, Blaze fell into this dark depression, and now Harrison is who knows where being tortured by the sadistic madman I wouldn’t get rid of. To top it off, Aidan is nearly killed in a fucking wreck!” 

Calista jumped up and knelt at Jack’s side. She was clearly annoyed. For a moment, Jack zoned out of her rant while he stared at her. She wore a bright pink babydoll negligee with little red hearts all over it. It was accented with playful bows and a frilly lace hem. Being Calsita, she wore a pair of tight briefs with some anime characters on them. She looked so adorable. 

“Are you listening to me!?!”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I was…um…distracted.”

“Jack Holden!! I’m trying to tell you how awesome you are!!

Jack put his hand on her leg and smiled at her, “sorry, go ahead. I’m listening.”

Calista reached down and grabbed the small lump that had appeared between Jack’s legs, “I see some part of you is paying attention to me! Even in distress, you’re a hornball!”

“I can’t help it. I’m thinking of Harrison, looking at you, it’s hard to not let my mind wander, especially when I need to try to not focus on what is wrong.”

Calista let out a big sigh and leaned down over Jack’s face, “you are why we are happy, Jack. Aidan, Harrison, Blaze, I’m finally not hiding who I am and am finally transitioning! I don’t know why so many bad things happened, but that isn’t your fault.”

Without even waiting for a response, Calista pressed her lips against Jack’s. She sweetly poked her tongue through his lips. Jack responded by kissing her back. Suddenly, she pulled away. “I’m sorry, is this ok? I mean, I know I teased you about being horny, but…you know…we still have a bad thing going on. Isn’t this weird?.”

“It is ok with me, if it is ok with you. The distraction is kind of nice. I’m so fucking worried about Harrison and I can’t stop thinking about what horrible things are happening to him. My mind is going to bad places. This might ease things a bit. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep.”

Jack and Calista began to make out heavily. They rolled around on the bed, hands everywhere on each other’s bodies. Calista began to ease into her Mistress side, taking control of the situation and taking it where she wanted to go. She knew Jack’s desire to be dominated and controlled and this was the first time she really had to go there with him. It didn’t take long to get Jack naked since he was only in boxer briefs and a t-shirt. She opted to keep most of her own clothes on, removing only her briefs. She liked feeling sexy and assertive - and feminine -  in her teddy.

Calista climbed on top of Jack and kissed him down his neck. She held his hands at his sides and moved on to his nipples. She bit and sucked at them, going back and forth between them, making Jack writhe and groan. She continued her journey down Jack’s torso, continuing to bite, lick and suck at him. When she finally made it to his cock, she licked up the shaft, looking right at Jack, and wrapped her fingers around the top of his scrotum and squeezed them tight. She tugged on Jack's balls, pulling them towards her and squeezing and twisting as she did. Jack was slightly surprised at Calista’s aggressiveness, but loved it.

She lowered her mouth over Jack’s cock, easily swallowing its smallness entirely. As she bobbed up and down on Jack’s little cock, she kept tugging at and squeezing Jack’s balls. She used her other hand to poke her fingers into Jack’s ass, just before she slid her tongue down to his hole and began a passionate tongue fucking, something she was known to be incredible at. She got Jack’s hole good and wet and then raised herself up, grabbing Jack’s legs and pushing them over her shoulders. Without hesitation, she slid her slender snake into Jack’s ready hole. As she fucked him slowly, she leaned down and kissed him some more.

“Am I doing ok, Jack?”

“Oh fuck, Calista, you are doing amazing. Damn.”

“I love being inside you, Jack.”

“I love when you’re inside me. You are so beautiful Calista, so fucking hot…”

“I want to do more, Jack.”

“What do you want? You can do anything you want. I’m all yours.”

“Can I fist you? Blaze and Harry say it is incredible.”

“I would love that.”

Calista pulled out of Jack and grabbed the lube from her nightstand. She lubed up her hand and his ass. Fisting was still new to Calista, she nearly fisted Harrison when she had him on the rack. She had a trick try to get her to fist him, but it didn’t go well. While nervous, she really wanted Jack to be her first. She slid her fingers up and down his crack, teasing his hole, running her fingers around the rim. She probed his mancunt easily with two and three fingers at a time. Calista liked how the soft, puckered entrance gave little resistance and allowed her fingers to slide in with ease. As her knuckles pushed at his hungry hole, it wanted to suck them in and take her whole hand. Calista was fascinated by her exploration.

“You’re really into this, aren’t you?” Jack whispered.

“Oh, Jack. This feels so…different…really good different…I…never thought I’d do this.” Calista was transfixed on how her hands and Jack’s sphincter came together. “It hurt so much when it was forced on me, but this is…soooooo nice. Wow.”

“Take your time. It feels nice. I really needed this.”

Calista continued her exploration of Jack’s ass by finally easing her hand inside of him. She wasn’t sure how to get her hand right and looked to Jack for guidance. Jack showed her how to tuck her fingers and thumb to make her hand perfect for sliding into Jack’s ass. She resumed teasing Jack by pushing her hand in and then pulling it back out. She used her other hand to feel around his hole, poking fingers in and out. Calista’s curiosity made this one of the most profound fisting experiences Jack ever had. She didn’t just push in and work his ass hard, she took her time, feeling every bit of muscle and skin, touching every nerve. For both of them it was an acute awareness of how each of them felt at this moment.

Finally, Calista pushed her way through Jack’s sphincter and eased her way past his second ring. She got all the way past her mid forearm. She just stopped to take in what she had done. She looked to Jack for encouragement.

“You can keep going. Nice and easy. Slow and steady. This is amazing. You can make a fist as you work me.”

Calista sighed deeply and kept her motions up. She glided in deeper and then pulled back, but not quite all the way out. She was getting lost in the moment, as was Jack. This was taking them both beyond anywhere they’d been.

Jack’s phone buzzed several times. “Jack, you should check that.” Jack ignored Calista and just moaned, feeling completely zoned out to anything but her hand inside of him. “Jack!”

“Oh…shit…ugh. This is so good. Fuck. Who is texting me?”

Jack looked at his phone and there was a message from an unfamiliar number.

hey. i’m brayden i’m here with Harisson

we can help him you need to help us

need to know ur legit send me something to @mas-ter-bra-den on venmo

he says to tell you ron was the bartender on ur 1st date mickeys pub on 20 nw

met you at the park gave him ur card chinese food delivery

we arnt a part of this shit will chat tomorrow

“Calista! Look at this! I think it is Harrison’s kidnappers. They know shit about me and Harrison.”

“Whoa! Jack, do you think this is real?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. He knows where we went together for the first time.”

“The pub! Harry loved that place. The guy there was really nice to him.”

“Shit. It’s worth a shot.  I’m going to send something to his Venmo and see if he responds.”

Jack sent $10,000 to the Venmo account to see if there was a response. Within seconds, he texted back.

fuck u r real

fuck joshua hes a maniac it is bad come here to save him

heres addy …

“Jack! Could this be it? The people who have Harrison?!?”

“I think so.They’re near Elroy, like in the middle of fucking nowhere. We need to tell the others.”

* * *

Joshua was losing his grip and beginning to feel this wasn’t working. He felt even more miserable than usual. He’s a miserable person because that is how he’s lived his life. He’s never cared about anyone or anything around him. He is a taker, always taking anything he wants and never, ever, giving anything back. 

Several years ago, Joshua realized he really didn’t have anything and he was getting older and eventually would be alone and have no one to be with him. For the most part, he didn’t care. He was a solitary person who thrived on creating chaos and causing suffering. There aren’t that many people in the world who are truly bad, evil by design, with no redeeming value - Joshua was one of them. Despite being gifted with good looks, intelligence and an ability to persuade, he was simply wired to be horrible.

Knowing that he is what he is didn’t change the fact that he was in genuine trouble. It was not going to be easily dealt with. He began to think not even Jack was going to get him out of it. Jack’s attempt to fight back, to reject Joshua’s intentions, threw him off. He’d never done that before. More concerning were the text messages he was getting from acquaintances in New York. His face was being shown in the clubs as someone to watch out for, someone who was dangerous. He was finally outed as the predator he was. Things were closing in on him and his plan wasn’t moving fast enough.

Joshua always wanted things ‘now’. Having to go through all of this work was taking too long. He just wanted to disappear and didn’t have enough resources to do so. The enjoyment he would usually get from torturing and raping Harrison was overcome by anger and resentment. He spent the entire night getting more and more angry. 

It was only hours from when he sent his demands to Jack. Now, it was just after six am and he still had all day to wait. He upped the ante and sent Jack a new message.

Tired of waiting. Tired of your boys whining.

Need cash now. Send it now.

Will give you little time or the boy gets seriously hurt.

Not playing anymore. $5million NOW.

Any rational person would know that wiring five million dollars doesn’t happen in a few minutes and it certainly wouldn’t happen at six am on a weekday. Joshua was not being rational. He was cracking. He was about to take it out on Harrison and the boys. He got up put on shorts and stormed into their room.

“Get the fuck up!” Joshua yelled as he backhanded Brayden who was lying next to Jarrin in their bed.

A groggy Brayden rolled over and responded, “What the fuck? The sun isn’t even up?”

Joshua just smacked him again. “If you don’t want to end up beaten, you will get fucking moving.” He left the room and went where Harrison was being held. Brayden and Jarrin scurried around to get dressed and follow him. 

“This is officially fucked up,” Brayden told Jarrin. Jarrin was scared.

* * *

Jack and Calista had dozed off after he filled Justin in on the texts from Brayden. “Fuck. He’s snapped.”

“What? Who? Oh no! Joshua?” Calista was trying to come back to life after sleeping soundly.

“Yes, look.”

“No! Harrison! We have to do something right now Jack. Right now!!!”

“I know, I know. Let’s go get everyone up.”

Calista saw she had a message too. “It’s Aidan, he’s on his way.”

Within about thirty minutes everyone was gathered in one of the dining rooms. Strategy was discussed. Calls were made. A plan came into shape. They hatched out all of the details over a huge breakfast prepared by Bon and Garrett. They didn’t have a lot of time. Brayden had sent some pictures of what Joshua was doing to Harrison. It was over two hours away, and Joshua was breaking. They had to move fast.

Jack, Justin, and Wagner and were going to head out to the site. Everyone else would stay at the mansion and monitor everything that was happening. Wagner made arrangements for his friends at the FBI to get the local cops there. They needed them on hand in case they needed stronger firepower.

As they were driving off, Aidan had just arrived. “Hey guys! Whoa! Something is going down.”

“Hey Aidan! You ok? Actually, just get in and tell us on the way. We’ll fill you in.” Aidan hopped in the big, black SUV and they drove off.

* * *

Brayden and Jarrin were disturbed by what they found when they got to the holding room, Joshua had already beaten Harrison bloody while he was hanging there. His eyes were swollen, his lip cut and obvious bruises were all over Harrison’s body. Poor Harrison was barely able to stand up so he didn’t strangle himself. 

“Dude! What the fuck?” Brayden yelled. 

Joshua gave him a swift punch to his gut. “Don’t fucking question me!” He proceeded to tell the boys exactly what he wanted from them. He left the room.

Fearing that Joshua would make things even worse, Jarrin and Brayden followed his directions, trying as much as they could to not hurt Harrison any further. They bound Harrison’s feet together and tied his hands up over his head. They gagged his mouth and put a large butt plug in his ass. They added a tight fitting rubber cock ring at the base of his cock. They hooked the ropes on his hands to the pulley and yanked him up. Even though they were muffled cries, it was obvious Harrison was begging for them to stop. As he was being pulled up, Jarrin whispered in Harrison’s ear, “we’re sorry dude. Bray is going to text your guy.”

Joshua came back with a heavy leather flogger. He immediately began to lash Harrison with it, starting with his cock and balls. Harrison cried out in pain and thrashed about. Joshua continued to relentlessly hit him. 

He hit Harrison’s ass, then followed with hits to his chest. He went back and forth between front and back, flogging with a steady rhythm. Joshua moved fast and hit hard. Harrison writhed and squealed in pain as he was relentlessly whipped. Joshua kept it up for as long as he could, maybe about 15 minutes. Harrison was red and welted all over his body from his neck to his legs. He was sweating profusely and whimpering uncontrollably.

“What do you think, boys? Did you enjoy that?”

“No! You gotta stop man. You’re going to kill him!” Brayden yelled.

“Oh, no. We’re just getting started, now get the fuck out of here!” Joshua screamed as he smacked Brayden in the face with the flogger. Brayden fell to the ground. Jarrin went to his aid.

“Yeah, this is invigorating!” Joshua hollered.

Joshua went back to it, whipping Harrison with abandon. The poor boy was desperately pulling and tugging at his restraints. He was letting out guttural, animal noises. There was drool and tears dripping down his face. He was truly suffering. The boys, feeling helpless, just watched through the doorway as Harrison was being destroyed. Joshua was hitting him so hard and so much, his skin was breaking. Some of his welts were bleeding. He went at it another 15 minutes or so, circling like an animal playing with prey. Jarrin yelled to him to stop. He kept going and he yelled again. Joshua continued to ignore him until he finally had enough and flung the flogger at him, just missing his face. 

It was clear now that Joshua had lost control and they needed to do something. They didn’t know what. They retreated and got as far out of earshot as they could. They called Jack.

“Dude! Are you on your way? This guy is fucking crazy!”

“Yeah, we’re probably an hour out. What is happening?”

“He’s lost his fucking mind and is whaling on your boy. It’s not good. Hurry the fuck up!”

They went back to the room to find Joshua pacing around Harrison. He’d lowered the pulley and let Harrison down to the floor, where he was curled up in the fetal position. Joshua barked at the boys, “you deal with this and you come with me.”

Joshua grabbed Jarrin like an object. He dragged him out of the room and left Brayden to deal with a nearly unconscious Harrison.

* * *

“I’m going to fuck the hell out his face right now,” Joshua snarled at Jarrin. Joshua pushed his cock into Jarrin’s mouth and forced it down his throat.

He continued his assault on Jarrin’s throat for about 20 minutes. Poor Jarrin was struggling to handle Joshua’s monster cock. He was gagging and drooling gunk from his nose and mouth. He had Jarrin’s head hanging off the edge of a chair to give him better access and was pumping his mouth hard. Jarrin choked as Joshua pounded his throat violently. He went at Jarrin for another ten minutes. He finally pulled his cock out and stroked it in a blur and shot eight large bolts of cum into his face. He yelled out as he did “Yeeeeaaaahhhh, that’s a good bitch!”

Before he did anything else, Joshua checked his phone. He was frustrated that there was nothing from Jack. It had only been a couple of hours since he made his new demands, but Jack hadn’t bothered to respond at all. Joshua was pissed.

“OK, cocksucker, on your back, legs up!” Joshua barked as he twisted Jarrin around.

Jarrin, still dripping with cum and other gunk from the face fucking he got, was flipped on his back on the chair. Joshua grabbed his legs, separating them, giving him easy access to Jarrin’s hole. He jammed his cock into Jarrin with all of his might. Jarrin cried out from the sudden intrusion. Joshua slapped him in the face as he began to pummel the poor boy. 

Joshua’s head was definitely not in a good space. He knew something was going to happen and was taking his anger out on Jarrin, slamming his cock into him deeper and deeper with each thrust. Joshua’s thick monster was tearing Jarrin apart and sending sharp, blinding pain through his body. Normally, Jarrin wouldn’t complain about a huge cock, but not when he is being impaled like he was. Joshua looked down at Jarrin and saw the terror in his eyes. He grunted and took his hands from his legs and wrapped them around Jarrin’s throat. He squeezed tighter and tighter with each thrust of his cock. Jarrin thrashed about, flailing his arms and trying to force Joshua off of him. He simply wasn’t strong enough. Jarrin was losing consciousness and feared that he was being strangled to death. He couldn’t even call out for Brayden to help him. 

Luckily for Jarrin, help had finally arrived.

* * *

Brayden felt terrible at how sideways things had gone. He was looking for a quick buck and thought they’d have a little fun with a hot guy and a cute boy in the process. They didn’t realize they had gotten themselves into a dangerous kidnapping situation with a psychopath.

“Fuck dude. I am so sorry. I know that isn’t enough,” Brayden tried to comfort Harrison, “I’m gonna get you cleaned up and out of here. I know your dude is on his way. I’m sure he’ll get you help.”

Brayden was in tears as he took care of Harrison. He couldn’t believe he’d been a part of hurting someone so badly.

“It’s ok…I’ll be ok…it’s…not your fault…Jack…” Harrison could barely speak. He was fading in and out of consciousness.

“Don’t talk dude, you need whatever strength you have. Just stay with me.”

With great care, Brayden had untied Harrison and freed him from the various ropes and restraints. Harrison was weak, exhausted and in pain. Every move seemed to hurt. Brayden worried that more was going on than what he could see. He knew he needed to get this kid to a hospital. Before he could figure that out, Brayden carefully walked Harrison to the shower and tried to get him cleaned up. 

After doing his best to take care of Harrison, Brayden found a blanket to wrap him in and then just sat with him, holding him. He hoped that Joshua was not hurting Jarrin, but knew he was wrong.

Then, he heard some noise outside. The cavalry was finally there.

* * *

The FBI agents and the local sheriff pulled up to the building. Jack and his crew pulled up behind them. The cops and agents surrounded the place and two of them went in. They made their way through the building and finally came upon Joshua. He was in the midst of his violent fucking of Jarrin. They pointed their guns at him and commanded him to raise his hands and back up. Joshua hesitated for a minute, but did as he was told. He knew he was caught. They radioed for the other officers to come in to help Jarrin and find the others.

Brayden realized that the cops were there and called for help. Jack ran in to see him, with the others close behind. When he saw Harrison, Jack went white. He nearly broke down when he saw how badly he was beaten. Wanting to be there for Harrison, Jack pulled himself together and knelt by his side. Brayden just leaned against the far wall, shaking but relieved. 

“Fuck Harrison, I…I…am so fucking sorry.” Jack sobbed as he delicately held Harrison’s head. “We’re getting you to Dr. Tern right away. 

Aidan was right there at his other side. “Hey buddy, you look like you got run over by a train.” He laughed as he said it hoping to break the mood. Jack laughed as well. Harrison tried to laugh, but it hurt too much.

Jack asked Justin and Wagner to help get Harrison to the car. He walked over to Brayden.

“So, you’re the one who texted me?”

Brayden was feeling horribly guilty, he just looked down towards the ground, “yeah, that was me. I don’t know what to say man. We didn’t mean to…”

“It’s ok. I’m not mad. You did the right thing by texting me. You would probably both be dead if you didn’t.” Brayden was caught off guard by how nice Jack was being to him.

“You need to go out and see your boy. Joshua was rough on him. Do you have transportation?”

“Yeah, my van.”

“Good, because these cops are totally weirded out by this whole thing. Nothing that a little cash didn’t help, but you probably don’t want to stay here. You should follow us home. I’ll get you taken care of.”

“Really? Why? We almost got your boy killed. I had no idea he was a psychopath. You should be taking us to jail.”

“It’s all good. I believe you. You didn’t mean to get mixed up in this shit. Joshua is a fucking manipulative asshole. Ultimately, you saved Harrison and I am forever grateful.”

Brayden took off to find Jarrin, who was being nursed to health by an EMT. Jack joined the others outside. There, they were met by one of the FBI agents.

“The locals all took off. The Sheriff called you all a bunch of freaky pervs and left with most of his men. A couple of guys are holding Walker. Do you, um, want to have a few words with him?”

“Hmmm, I think I do. Justin? Wagner? Care to come ‘talk’ with Joshua?”

The agent led them to where Joshua was and sent the officers away. The agent stepped outside and waited in the hall. Joshua was in handcuffs and sitting on a chair. He immediately started to beg.

“Jack, I promise I’ll go away. Just get me out of this. I can’t go to prison! You know what will happen to a guy like me! Please Jack.”

Jack let out a sinister laugh. “You are too much Joshua. You have finally reached the limits of your charms. I let you fuck with me for so long. I probably would have kept you going for years. Money. The apartment. Anything you wanted. You had to go and fuck up the only good thing you had.”

“Yeah, Jack I did. But we can be ok again. I’ll be better, I promise. I’ll just leave you alone. Please don’t let me go to jail. Please don't cut me off.” By this point, the usually cold, heartless Joshua was crying.

“Come on Jack, can we just beat the fuck out of him?” Justin asked. Wagner nodded affirmatively.

Jack knelt in front of Joshua. “You are so narcissistic that you think I would still give you anything after you nearly killed the boy I love. I saw what you did to him. It’s pretty fucking horrible. You almost killed him. Not only do I have to think of you when I see my own scars, now I’m going to see your abuse on him. You fucking madman.” Jack was incredibly calm as he continued, “I loved you, you know that? Completely fucking devoted to you. No one else in the world would have had you. I actually wanted you. God, I remember the night I met you. It was fucking magical. Look at how you fucked all of that up. Fuck you, Joshua. You deserve to suffer as much as you have made me suffer. As much as you have made others suffer. They think you have something to do with a missing underage kid. What the fuck? Sorry, Joshua, you’re going to get what you deserve.” Jack stood up, gently pulled Joshua’s head back and kissed him on his lips. 

He stood up and turned to Justin, “can you hand me that metal pipe over there?”

Justin grabbed a random, rusty pipe resting in the corner. As he handed it to Jack, he asked, “are you sure?”

“Oh yes. I’m very sure. Please, both of you, step back.” 

Wagner and Justin looked at each other, not really sure what to do. This was not what either of them expected. Committing violence was something Jack wouldn’t do. Killing someone was definitely out of the question.

“Jack, you’re not fucking…” Jack cut Wagner off.

“Hey, you’re my lawyer and more importantly my friend. I know you’re not questioning me here and I know you will take care of me, no matter what I do.”

Wagner stepped back, joined by Justin. By now, Joshua was crying desperately, begging for his life. He had no idea what Jack was going to do, but he was scared to death. Jack just circled him, waving the pipe around. It was only a minute or so, but it seemed like an eternity to everyone. 

Finally he stood right in front of Joshua. He wound up with the pipe and stopped, holding it over his head. He said softly, “bye Joshua” as he swung the pipe right at Joshua’s head. Joshua closed his eyes and cried out, “no, no, no,” over and over again. The pipe flew through the air, seemingly intending to bash Joshua in the head. Suddenly, Jack stopped just shy of his head, literally an inch away. When he stopped the pipe, he slammed his foot on the ground, making a loud thud. It scared Joshua so badly, he pissed and shit himself. Jack just threw the pipe on the ground and said his last words to Joshua.

“There was no way, no matter how much I wanted to, I really wanted to, but there was no way I was going to become you. You have brought me to such depths, I didn’t think I should live at times. No more. I won’t ever do that again. Finally, I can say this - I am fucking better than you, Joshua Walker.”

Justin, Wagner and the agent just stood there, shocked at what they saw. They really did think Jack was going to kill Joshua right in front of them.

Jack simply turned and walked away.