The Mansion Boys...and Girl

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

I know it has been a while, but I am hopefully back for a bit. This story has much more to come, so I will keep it going. This chapter is a little long since I had to catch up. I know some folks don't like Joshua - you will have a few more reasons to hate him coming up. Blaze is slowly finding the happiness that has eluded him for so long. Calista and Aidan finally meet and there is a definite spark not usually felt between siblings.

The day finally came for Claes’ art exhibition opening. He was being shown around the country and would be at the prestigious Renaissance Gallery at the University of Chicago. Claes Eliasson was making it big. His shows in New York and Los Angeles were huge successes. Chicago was next on the list before he headed to DC and Miami. 

Claes was being heralded as the next major international artist. Collectors were clamoring for his work. His paintings were selling for tens of thousands of dollars. The sweet, exotic looking boy from DC was now a remarkably handsome man who was an international sensation.

Blaze was extremely nervous. Between all that was going on with Garrett and the worry that Claes might not even recognize him, he was on edge all night. Jack took everyone to dinner and they went to the opening. Blaze had his whole family with him - Jack, Harrison and Calista, along with Justin, Wagner and Bon, and Dillon. Before they left the restaurant, Blaze wanted to let everyone know how he felt.

“Guys, I really appreciate this. Following along as I chase down some boy I was with years ago. Thanks for being here to back me up.”

“Um, he’s not ‘some boy’ you were in love with him! He’s special!” Calista chided.

“We love you man and I know you’d do the same for any of us.” Harrison offered.

“I’m just here for the free fucking dinner and to buy some fucking art!” Wagner said brusquely, “nah, I’m fucking joking. We’re here for you kid.”

They arrived at the gallery and it was packed with well-dressed, fancy looking people. It was an invitation only event, and of course, Jack Holden, one of the wealthiest art collectors in the country, was invited. Jack checked in his entourage and was quickly whisked away by one of the staff from the Swedish gallery that represented Claes. They knew who to schmooze. Jack dragged Wagner along with him. The rest of the boys eased in and made it to the bar. 

As they sipped their cocktails, Blaze looked up and there he was. Claes was standing in a small circle of people who seemed to be hanging on every word - or at least gave the impression they were. 

“That’s him,” Blaze announced, “holy fuck, that’s him.”

“Wow! He’s absolutely gorgeous!” declared Calista, “but I’d expect nothing less from you, Blaze.”

“Man, if you don’t take him home tonight, I will,” Justin snickered.

Dillon hit him in the chest. “Cut that out. Don’t be a douchebro. It's not flattering.”

“Are you ok?” Harrison wanted to be sure Blaze was feeling good.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

As the boys continued chattering, Blaze tried not to be so obvious with his staring. He turned his back to the boys and tried to engage in the conversation. Just then, he was tapped on his shoulder.

“Lucien? Is that you?” Claes was standing there with a look of pleasant surprise on his face.

“It is,” Blaze said as his face lit up, “um, yeah it is me.”

“Lucien?” Justin inquired.

“Yeppers, that’s his real name.” Harrison informed him.

They hugged each other tightly like people do when they find a long lost loved one. A couple of handlers were nearby, while photographers were snapping pictures. The boys just stood there in a hush, taking in their friend’s big moment. Claes waved off the photographers and the handlers quickly pushed them away.

“You look absolutely amazing! You’ve become even more stunning than you were as a boy.” Claes said excitedly, “I’m so happy to see you. I’ve missed you.”

Calista was in tears, as is usual for her. The others smiled as they looked on. Dillon nudged everyone to look around and leave them alone. It was all Blaze could do to fight off his own tears.

“I can step away for a few minutes. I need a break from this anyway,” Claes said while waving at the crowd, “Lars, please let me have a moment with my friend, I haven’t seen him in years.”

The two former lovers ducked behind a fake wall and through a door into an office, surprising the woman working there. She stepped out to give them some space. They hugged some more and then stopped to look at each other. They stared into one another’s eyes and then Blaze leaned in for a kiss. They kissed sweetly for a few minutes. Then Blaze pushed away.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I…I…couldn’t resist.”

“It’s ok, Lucien. If you didn’t, I would have. Though, there is this…” Claes held up his hand and showed Blaze his wedding ring. “Three years next month. His name is Oskar. You will like him.”

“That’s cool. Congratulations,” Blaze was legitimately happy for Claes, “I want to show you something.” He pulled the little blue and yellow moose from his pocket. That brought Claes to tears.

“I can’t believe you still have that. You know, I never took anything of yours, but I have never forgotten you. I think about you often. I worried about you so much. You look like things are going well? How did you end up in Chicago?”

“It’s a long story that we probably don’t have time for here.”

“I have to make an appearance at a collector’s home not too far from here. I am canceling everything else they have planned for me tonight. I want to get all caught up. Will you be able to join me later?”

“Yes! Totally. I will let my friends know. Will your man be there?”

“No, Oskar will understand. I’ve told him about you. You can meet him later. I have to get back in there.”

Claes kissed Blaze again and dashed back into the gallery. Blaze just stood there a moment to absorb what had just happened.

***

Meanwhile, Jack and Wagner were getting a little tour of the exhibition and were eventually going to meet Claes. Jack purposely avoided meeting him right away until he heard how things went. They pulled themselves away from the staffer and found Harrison and Dillon chatting near one of the works. 

“Before either one of us commits to buying a $50,000 work of art, I need to know how things went. Was he nice? An asshole? Didn’t even know him?”

“Jack, it’s all good. It was really sweet.”

“Yeah, it was really cool. He’s over there with Calista, who cried her eyes out, of course.”

“There you go Wags, get out your Black Card, we’re buying some art.”

“I’m gonna fucking buy two just to show your ass up.”

“You do you, asshole.” Jack and Wagner pushed each other around playfully.

Jack went over to Blaze to get the scoop. Blaze told him how well everything went and that he and Claes were meeting up later to hang out.

“I’m happy things worked out, since you’re going to be staring at that piece in the house very soon. I think you’ll be seeing some in Wagner’s office and maybe even in Calista’s room too. It’s really cool stuff.”

Jack bought four pieces, Wagner bought five. Since Wagner wanted to be a show off, Jack made him go in with him on a large donation of works to the Museum of Contemporary Art, Chicago. By the time they were finished, Jack and Wagner had spent more than $700,000 on art - breaking the record for sales of Claes’ work by $450,000. It would be the first of his works to go into a museum in the US. Needless to say, the representatives of the Swedish and Chicago galleries were thrilled with Jack and Wagner. Claes was pretty excited too.

Everyone cleared out and went a few different ways when they left the exhibition. Blaze hung out with his friends while he waited for Claes to deal with the local collector. 

***

Blaze and Claes finally met up again. They used Jack’s private club membership to go spend some quiet time together. They talked for hours and eventually ended up at Claes’ hotel room. There, Blaze met Oskar, Claes’ husband. He was a stunning blonde boy, just a little taller than Claes and several years younger. They exchanged pleasantries for a while and then Oskar bid them goodnight as they disappeared into the bedroom of the suite. Oskar had always wondered if this night would ever come and was prepared for it. He was happy to give Claes the space to reconnect with his beloved friend. 

The two boys got comfortable, Claes changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants while Blaze took off most of his fancy clothes. They made themselves cozy on the bed, leaning in close to one another. They drank wine and nibbled on fancy snacks from room service. They kissed and cuddled, but nothing else - for that moment. Both of them agreed that this was the best way to spend the night together, though things would eventually go a little further. 

“I really can’t believe we are together again. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, Lucien.”

“I was so afraid you were not going to remember or worse, not want to see me.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Our time together is permanently in my mind and my heart. It, um, also stirs things up, uhhh, elsewhere.”

“Oh, Claes, please don’t tease me like that. I don’t want to…”

Claes put his finger up to Blaze’s lips. “Shhhh, it’s ok.” Claes took Blaze’s hand and ran it along his hardening cock in his pants.

“Ahhhh, you are so fucking sexy. You know I can’t resist you.”

“Lucien, I was hoping you wouldn’t,” Claes said seductively as he leaned back and made himself more comfortable.

“You know, things are a little different with me now. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Different? In what way?”

“I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

Blaze leaned into Claes and slowly removed his shirt and then untied the drawstring on his sweats, sliding them from his hips. He looked down at Claes’ stiff seven inch cock. In his mind he went back to the days when they were younger and he would use this opportunity to force himself onto Claes, making him do whatever he wanted. Tonight, it would be him that would pleasure Claes.

Seeing Claes’ thin, alluring body sprawled across the bed caused Blaze’s heart to race as he felt a twinge between his own legs. The steady rise and fall of Claes’ chest with each breath, his hands tucked under his head, one leg slightly bent at the knee. The sheet slightly covered his body.

For a moment, Blaze sat frozen in place, admiring the smooth lines that graced his boy’s perfect body. The skin pulled tight across his chest, slightly showing his ribs, and then down his stomach which showed just the faintest muscle. Blaze’s imagination ran right back to when they were kids. 

Pulling himself over Claes, on all fours, he pushed his legs apart and lowered himself down to his crotch. He gently ran his nose and face up Claes’ inner thighs, causing him to shiver with pleasure. 

“Wow, Blaze, this side of you is very different. I like this.”

As he continued, Blaze delicately ran his fingers up and down Claes’ thighs and began to blow warm breaths along his firm tool. The sensation of the warm air caused Claes to take in a deep groaning breath as his eyes closed softly. 

Blaze began to kiss down the soft skin of Claes’ dick until he reached his balls, which he then sucked into his mouth, his tongue fluttering around, making Claes groan. Claes’ breathing became more labored as he continued to suck his balls in and out of his mouth. He had one hand gliding up and down his shaft and the other gently rubbing up and down Claes’ ass.

Finally, Blaze’s lips found the tip of Claes’ cock again as he kissed up and down the shaft before gently easing his tongue along the tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum. He locked his gaze on his beautiful boy as he slowly continued to lick up and down his shaft, his hands sliding up and down his thighs.

Claes missed the touch of his former lover, the lover who once dominated him so resolutely, now gratifying him in a way he hadn’t expected. The sensation of Blaze’s fingers along his pelvic bone sent a tingling sensation coursing through his body as his cock danced in response. The anticipation of Blaze’s lips wrapped around his now throbbing dick caused him to clench his fist. Claes remembered when the roles were reversed how Blaze would shove his face down onto his cock, deep into his throat, making him choke. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to move his hands from behind his head and thrust his cock into Blaze’s throat. He instead clenched his fists as another guttural purr escaped his throat. He wanted to enjoy Blaze’s submission without forcing anything. 

With his eyes still locked on Claes, he slowly took his manhood, twisting his head slightly as he worked just the tip in and out of his mouth. Before long he was taking the full length of his hardened member in and out of his mouth, rotating his head ever so slightly back and forth with every movement up and then back down. Blaze was rewarded with a deep sigh and a sweet 'Oh yes’ as his eyes remained locked with his. He continued to suck his dick while his hand began squeezing his balls with a slight amount of pressure.

The pressure of Blaze’s hand on his balls and the warmth of his mouth on his cock was glorious, causing Claes to desire Blaze more than he had in years. The way he sucked his cock drove him insane. It wasn't delicate but it wasn't aggressive either. Through the passion that flowed from his eyes, his hands, and his body movements, it was evident that he fully enjoyed pleasuring him, even submitting to him. He continued to devour his dick in his mouth, his tongue teasing the tip with every rise of her head.

As the speed of his sucking quickened, the pressure of his mouth on Claes’ cock became stronger and he could feel the build up. His body started to tighten as his balls began to tingle. The pressure of Blaze’s mouth on his cock was quickly pushing him over the edge as the tingling sensation traveled up the shaft. His body began to respond as his hips thrust up.

Blaze continued to suck Claes’ cock as if it were the last thing he’d ever do. He heard him mumble ‘baby, I'm gonna cum’ as he looked into his eyes and continued to suck, his hand stroking his shaft as his mouth sucked just the tip. Claes’ hips began to buck as the tingling reached the tip of his dick and warm cum began to spurt out into Blaze’s mouth. He continued to stroke the shaft as Claes released wave after wave of cum. He sucked every last drop out of him, swallowed it, and looked into his eyes as a smile spread across his face.

Claes laid lifeless on the bed catching his breath as Blaze climbed up next to him. He softly kissed his cheek and whispered, ‘I hope that was ok.’

“OK? That was the most incredible fucking blow job I’ve ever gotten! Holy fuck Blaze!”

The two boys quietly reminisced with each other a little more. Claes was very intrigued by Blaze’s shift from dominance to submission. Blaze admitted that he wanted to go much further, but he knew their time was limited. Claes didn’t close the door to a more involved encounter another time. 

***

The next morning, Claes and Oskar had to head out. They were off to the next city to get ready for the next big exhibition. 

“I’m so fucking happy we got to see each other. Thank you for a really awesome night.”

“Lucien, you and I will always be connected. Now that we’ve seen each other again, it won’t be years before the next time. You’re my first love and you’ll always have a special place in my heart. And, I will absolutely never forget what you did last night. I’m still tingling.”

“The same here. I’ll never forget you. I can’t wait for me and Garrett to get settled so we can all meet up somewhere and hang out.”

Oskar stood quietly near the door. He felt untroubled by his husband’s connection to Blaze and was honestly elated they could connect. He too wanted to have some time with Blaze on some other occasion. Even though he didn’t want to separate the two reunited lovers, he had to get things moving. “Claes, my love, we need to go. Lucien, it was wonderful to meet you. You can’t imagine how happy you’ve made my man. Thank you. I look forward to seeing you again.”

With that, Claes and Blaze kissed one more time. Blaze stood alone in the room for a while after Claes left. He was finally starting to believe that his life was actually going to be better, that he really could be happy.

***

It was becoming apparent that things between Jack and Joshua were getting worse than usual. It would be hard for anyone to notice since they put up a very carefully orchestrated front publicly even though their relationship - if you could call it that - was a miserable, painful, horrible experience for Jack and one that Joshua benefitted from greatly.

Wagner and Mac were always after Jack to end the misery - and the expense. Dillon, who knew the deepest and darkest parts of the relationship, pleaded with Jack regularly to get him to end things. Jack was blinded by some wild idea that he and Joshua were in love. Jack was so desperate for love and attention, he claimed it was Joshua who was his soulmate. Jack had all of the love and attention he ever needed from his friends and pretty much anyone else around him. No one knows why Jack couldn’t see that. His depression was so severe, and he thought so little of himself, he believed Joshua was who he belonged with and he wouldn’t hear of anything else.

There was no love from Joshua. Even if he might have felt that way at one time, all he had for Jack was hate. There really was no reason for Joshua to hate Jack other than that he was a truly vile person. Poor Jack foolishly kept something going with him that continued to damage him. 

On what was an otherwise ordinary Thursday night, Jack was drinking scotch, popping Xanax and playing pinball in his gameroom. He had no idea where Joshua was and didn’t seem to worry too much about it. He had been on a long business trip and Joshua wasn’t there when he got home. This wasn’t unusual.

The relationship with Jack had gone on for years. He did feel something for Jack, he even loved him in the beginning, but ultimately Joshua didn’t care about Jack. He liked fucking him and using him. He liked torturing him and humiliating him. He liked degrading the successful, powerful, political genius. He enjoyed watching Jack suffer. He even liked to make Jack cry. Another pastime was watching others, that he usually paid, abuse and use Jack. And, he liked Jack’s money and everything it did for him. Joshua just used Jack, almost completely.

Sometimes, sex between them would last days. Joshua would fuck Jack senseless repeatedly, not showing him any mercy. Joshua always made sure both of Jack’s holes were filled, bruised, and stretched. Fucking, toys, fisting; it didn’t matter, Joshua used it all. He forced Jack to swallow loads of his cum. He used Jack’s entire body as a cum receptacle. Jack would always beg him to stop and let him rest, Joshua never stopped. One orgasm blended into the next and into the next. They usually didn’t stop long enough to even eat a decent meal. Joshua was merciless. Jack loved it.

Joshua had been seeing another boy for a while. Ironically, Matthew was as much of a user as Joshua. He was using Joshua for his money, which was Jack’s money. Matthew prompted Joshua to leave many times. Finally, Joshua was ready to go. Also ironically, Joshua knew Matthew’s motives. He liked having the pretty little blonde boy around to play with. He’d be done with him soon enough.

Joshua wanted his last night to be memorable, so he arranged for three hustlers to go to Jack’s house. Joshua was already there, quietly hiding so he could watch everything. The boys showed up and found Jack in the gameroom.

While Jack was playing his pinball, he sensed a presence behind him. Before he could turn around, he felt the sharp grasp of an arm around his neck. He gasped hard, and the arm pushed stronger against him. Jack’s drink shattered on the floor and he fell off balance, nearly falling over. The strength of the body holding him is the only thing keeping him from ending up on the floor. Another pair of arms picked up Jack’s legs and lifted him off the floor. A blindfold was hurriedly attached and his wrists were roughly bound behind him. At this point, Jack was very frightened, though he did wonder if this was something Joshua had set up. 

Jack’s heart was racing. He felt fear. Raw fear. His mind scrambled to figure out just what the hell was happening. He was being accosted in his own home. He doesn’t recognize the voices or anything else about the men grabbing him and dragging him to another room. Jack strained to break loose from the iron-clad grip on him. The fight-or-flight instinct kicked in. As he forced his legs apart from the boy’s arms, he felt the arm around his neck tighten and begin to cut off his air. He barked at Jack, ‘hold still, bitch, or, don’t you understand that?’

The boys dragged Jack to the parlor, which at the time was sparsely furnished. Joshua was sitting in a chair in a dark corner. The boys dropped Jack in the middle of the floor. Two of them gave him a kick, just because they could.

The third boy used a knife to cut though Jack’s clothes and had him completely exposed. Tears welled up in Jack’s eyes as he realized, this is no joke, no play. There were tiny droplets of blood dripping from where the boy carelessly cut him with the knife while slashing off his clothes. Jack began to cry, muffled sounds behind the ball gag that had been shoved into his mouth.

The three boys started their assault with a little beating. They each took turns giving Jack stinging, hard slaps across his face. One after the other, until they finally draw a little blood from his mouth, his face red and raw. Then, the kicks started. Some to Jack’s sides, some to his balls, some to his ass. The more Jack writhed around, the more opportunity they had to find a different spot to kick him.

Finally, one boy wrapped his hand around Jack’s neck and grabbed him in a choke hold, pinning him to the floor. The other two boys just stood by and laughed as they began to take their clothes off. The choking boy was on top of Jack, full weight, using both hands causing Jack to have trouble breathing. 

He tried to beg through the gag and his slowly disappearing consciousness, "please..." he begged through tears, "please let me go..." One of the other boys shoved his fist between Jack’s legs, delivering a hard punch to his balls and Jack cried out from the sharp pain.

From here, the three boys began to have their way with Jack while Joshua watched, simply smoking a cigarette and drinking a cocktail. 

The boys were told to be brutal. Biting and licking started things off. A little punching, choking. More slapping. Pinching. Biting. They just feasted on Jack like a bunch of cannibals about to have a meal while Jack is cried and gasped for breath.

Two of the boys pulled Jack’s legs apart. A hand roughly poked at Jack’s hole, prodding and then stretching it painfully. He then felt one of the boys tongue against his worn hole. Jack’s cock betrayed him and swelled up, despite his fear. It was barely noticed and when it ewas, the boys laughed and teased Jack. His brain registered the pleasure, and focused on the intensity of the pain he was feeling. 

“AAAAAARRRGGGHHHHHHHH!” Jack shouted from the gag. 

The boys shoved a baseball bat inside him. They whooped and hollered, while Jack cried out, hoping they didn't rip his insides apart. The massive object is pushed in and out with barely any lube. The bat is forced in and out, like a piston. In and out. Relentlessly. Jack’s twisted mind enjoyed this as much as he feared for his life. 

After a while, the baseball bat was pulled out and one of the boys' cocks replaced it. It's almost an orgasmic pleasure after the gigantic baseball bat was removed. Jack felt the cock pulsing inside him and felt his cunt muscles grabbing it. The boy fucked Jack harshly. Once again Jack realized his place, he simply exists to be fucked and used. Another boy stepped in while the third shoved his cock down Jack’s throat. Jack slipped in and out of consciousness; on the verge of passing out time and again, as he is rape fucked by the three brutes. 

The boys - and Joshua - stroked their cocks and jerking off as Jack is violated and fucked by them repeatedly. The three boys cum all over Jack, in his mouth and in his ass. 

"Look at the dirty little slut taking all that nasty cum!" one of them cheered.

The abuse continued as Jack now felt fingers enter him. The boys again took turns sliding their hands and arms into Jack’s deep, hungry hole. The fisting is rapid and hard as the boys wreck Jack’s ass. Joshua enjoyed watching Jack get raped and tortured this way.

The smallest, but definitely not weakest of the boys really got into his fisting. He slowly twisted his hand around as Jack whimpered, sensing his hole steadily opening up even more, like it was greedily demanding to be filled up. He tried pushing deeper into him, feeling his walls parting to make way, his wrist slipping even further into Jack’s ass. He was probing with his fingers when there was nowhere left to go. The other two boys jerked themselves and watched, cheering their friend on. 

"Fucking rape his hole! WRECK IT!!!” one boy screamed. 

"Fuck yes!" the other yelled emphatically. 

The boy started pushing back inside and burying himself as far as he could go, and then went further. He repeated the action a few times, hearing Jack’s moans of pleasure mounting. The anxiety Jack had earlier had completely disappeared, transforming into pure lust.

"Faster! Deeper! Harder!" one of the boys breathlessly begged.

He increased his pace, letting more and more of his hand slip out before forcefully thrusting it back inside. He did this several times, each time going deeper. Soon, the boy was deep inside, almost to his elbow. He pulled his arm out and then slid the other arm in, alternating back and forth and increasing his pace. 

"Fuck!" one of the boys screamed, "use that fucking cunt! Stretch that fucking pussy!"

"Fuck yeah I am," the fister grunted, starting to slide in and out of Jack’s ass even faster, now pulling all the way out and shoving himself back in, building up to a rapid pace and punch fisting Jack’s hole.

Joshua was trying hard not to cum as he watched this violent, depraved display. He was pleased he was getting his money’s worth.

The boy was now barreling each of his hands in and out of Jack’s greedy ass. Punching hard and occasionally sliding in as deep as he could. He was soon sliding both hands in at once. He was truly destroying Jack’s hole.

Even though he was still blindfolded, Jack stared at his tormentor with a ravenous, insatiable desire. He had no idea where his head was at. He was in a trance, just wanting this kid to tear him apart.

The boy pulled out of Jack, strings of the thick lube dripping off his hand, and admired his work. He loved seeing Jack’s hole gaping wide, seeing right into his guts. He instantly plunged his hand back into Jack’s ass, the whole thing easily sinking all the way inside him. The other boys watched in awe.

He held his one arm in and pushed his other in, encountering no resistance at all as he easily buried both of them. Sweat was dripping down the boy's forehead as he worked into a rhythm, effortlessly thrusting in and out, Jack’s hole loudly squelching and squishing as he blissfully grunted.

This continued for a while more. Eventually, the savage fister was worn out. The boy paused his onslaught, resting his hands on Jack’s torso. He leaned on him, their faces closer than they'd been all night, and he spit in Jack’s face.  

“You’re not fucking normal, dude. You’re a really fucking unnatural deviant. Fucking sick, man. Fuckin’ sick.”

He decided he wasn’t done yet. The boy shook his head and wound up his arm like he was going to deck someone. He punched into Jack’s ass so hard, he cried out with an animalistic howl. The boy was relentless - which is what Joshua paid him to be - forcefully pistoning his whole hand in and out of Jack’s ass. He was growling and sweating intensely as he went at Jack with an impossible speed and force. Jack’s growls grew more and more ecstatic until he was almost screaming. Jack tried to finally yank his ass away from the brute, but was unable to due to the other boys holding him down. He didn’t stop. He was hell bent on giving Jack the hardest fisting he’d ever had in his life.

Finally, the vicious assault stopped. The boy leaned back, almost passing out. He let out a growl, followed by a heavy, breathy sigh. He looked down at the glistening, perfectly arranged red petals of the biggest and most beautiful rosebud he had ever seen in real life. 

"Holy shit," he mumbled as Jack’s insides finally withdrew, his hole closing up again. The other boys clapped at their friend, approving of his impressive performance. 

It seemed like hours passed, and the boys continued more unspeakable acts onto poor Jack. Eventually, Joshua called the boys off. As the master of the entire rape that just occurred, the surprise attack, the knife slashing, the brutal fucking and fisting he had been given, he was pleased and had seen enough. He lined up some of his most sadistic friends and gave them specific instructions on what and how to do everything. Now he would take them out and have his own fun with them. 

Joshua sent the boys to go shower and get ready to go out. He walked over to Jack and knelt down next to him. He pulled the blindfold off. Jack just laid there, completely wiped out. He had further broken Jack and used him. He liked seeing Jack broken and used and spent. Violated and abused. Humiliated and shamed.

SMACK! Joshua hit Jack pretty hard.

No words accompanied the brutal slap to his face.

Joshua stood up and pulled his pants off, exposing his monster cock. He forced it into Jack’s mouth, pumping it like it was oxygen that Jack needed to breathe. He wanted to further show Jack how broken and beaten he had become - just as he was about to leave, allegedly forever. 

The reason he orchestrated this entire rape?

Taking Jack down as far as he could go. Making him feel worthless. Making him feel beaten and broken. 

Jack swallowed and sucked on Joshua’s incredible cock like it was the only thing on earth. Joshua forced the entire length of his smooth, luscious cock deep into Jack’s throat, making him gag and retch. 

This was Joshua’s final indignation. His goodbye to Jack. He loved owning Jack like this, making him his cum dump. As he thought of his endless abuse of Jack over the years, he began to feel his body pulse. Loads of hot, thick cum gushed down Jack’s throat. It surged inside him and he moaned out hard as Joshua pumped him. He just kept cumming and cumming, with it foaming out of Jack’s mouth and eventually all over his face. With the force of a firehose, Joshua continued to shoot wave after wave of cum on Jack’s face and chest.

Cum penetrates Jack everywhere, in his eyes and running down his face, from his ass and all over his body. The sight of his pathetic, degraded, cum-bucket drenched in his cum is the perfect vision to walk away with. Jack, abused and raped for hours, loved every single second of it - demented and twisted as that seemed. And this always made it all worthwhile.

Joshua stood up and pulled his pants back on. He gave Jack a slight kick to get his attention.

“Goodbye Jack. It’s over. I’m leaving. I’ll be taking residence at the New York apartment. Keep sending my allowance, or I’ll do something completely disastrous to you.”

***

The time had come for Calista to learn about - and meet her younger brother. Jack and Harrison made arrangements for Aidan to meet them at Jack’s Chicago apartment. Jack figured it would be safer to do this in a safe space, rather than someplace public. Despite his good feeling about it all, no one could be absolutely sure it would go smoothly.

Jack, Harrison and Calista made their way to Chicago. Calista was full of questions on the way.

“Ok, guys, what is going on? Why are we suddenly taking a trip to Chicago together? Why didn’t anyone else come along?  Are you taking me to some fabulous party? Another art opening? A big political thingy? Are we gonna have a wild three-way? Ask Harry, I can dominate you both…”

“Calista! Easy girl. I promise you will know everything you need to soon enough,” Harrison said as he cut off her interrogation. 

“No need to be snippy, Mr. Man.”

“Sorry. It’s just…um…”

“Seriously, both of you, chill out. It will all be fine. Can’t we have a few surprises once in a while?”

They finally pulled up to the Marina Towers, where Jack had his swanky Chicago apartment. The driver dropped them off and Jack nudged Calista and Harrison out of the car. He sent the driver to pick up Aidan and told him to text him when he was downstairs. The trio went to the penthouse - which took up half of the 59th floor. He owned the other two units on the floor as well. Dillon kept one and the other was empty at the moment.

Jack settled everyone down and poured a few cocktails. He had one of his favorite restaurants prepare some munchies for everyone to snack on before they eventually went out. Feeling like everything was as comfortable as it could be, Jack got things going. Calista was out on one of the balconies with Harrison taking in the view.

“Oh wow! This is so beautiful Jack! Look at the city! It is so pretty at night!”

“It is pretty sweet. Maybe we should be staying here more often.”

“Ok, you two, come on in, I have something to talk about.”

Harrison ushered Calista inside and they got cozy on the couch.

“So, Calista, as you know, Wagner has been doing a lot of work and research to get you kids legal and proper. Most of the work is done, but he’s been spending some extra time on the two of you since he’s had to do all of that legwork to find Garrett.”

“Should I be nervous, Jack? Are you going to drop bad news on me? Please don’t. I don’t think…”

“Jeez, Calista, just chill. Let Jack finish.”

“Harrison! Do you know what is happening?”

“Ok, enough of that. So…back to what I was saying. Wagner did some digging on each of you. Blaze was easy and didn’t really turn up anything new. There weren’t any deep secrets about Harrison’s past either. That brings us to you, Calista.”

‘What? What did you find out? Are my real parents not dead? Am I royalty or something? Oh no, you found out I have some rare disease. AM I GOING TO DIE?!?” Calista immediately started crying.

“None of that! Please, let me finish, ok?”

Calista nodded in agreement while still sobbing. Harrison put his arm around her to try and calm her down.

“You are not the only child the Bryans had. You have a younger brother.”

“WHAT?!?” Calista shot up from her seat so fast she knocked into the coffee table and spilled everyone’s drinks. Harrison got up to settle her down. “I have a what? A brother? HOW? How could I have a brother? JACK!”

Jack went on to tell the story about how they were split up by the foster agency and how Aidan ended up with a decent family that had to fight to keep him, losing his dad, helping his mom, and how he was doing now. 

“Holy shit, Jack. I have family? I can’t believe it. I never in a million years thought there was anyone else. Wow. What’s his name? Where is he? Am I going to meet him?”

“Yes. You are going to meet him. In fact, he’s on his way here now. He should be here in about 15 minutes. His name is Aidan.”

“FIFTEEN MINUTES!! I need to get ready! I need to make sure I look ok. Wait. DOES HE KNOW I’M A GIRL?”

“He does. There’s more to the story.”

“Harrison, I need another drink.”

Jack went on to tell her about how Wagner tracked him and followed him. He told her the seedier side of the story about the strip club, the bathhouse and his sexual exploits - at least the ones they knew of. Jack finally made it to the part that he thought might be the hardest for Calista to hear.

“You both had sex with him? Can you two ever keep it in your pants? Did you really need to fuck him before I even got a chance to know about him?”

“Jack had sex. I just watched.”

“Thanks Harrison, you’re not helping,” Jack said as he gave Harrison side eye, “sorry, Calista, it just happened.”

“Of course it did. YOU WENT TO THE BATHHOUSE. It doesn’t matter. When do I get to meet him?”

“He should be here any minute now.”

***

Aidan was standing outside of his dorm. He was wearing the nicest clothes he had - a pair of worn out khakis, a slightly wrinkled button down shirt, and a pair of Sperry Top Siders that some guy left in his dorm room. Nothing actually fit him very well, since he never had to dress in anything other than sweatpants, shorts or jeans. If he had his choice, he wouldn’t wear anything at all.

“Where are you going dressed all, well, I guess this is nice for you?” asked a fellow dorm resident.

“It’s kind of none of your fucking business.”

“Such a dick, as usual. This is why you have no friends here. I’ll bet you’re going to whore off somewhere.”

“I have whatever friends I want when I want them. You’re just jealous I won’t fuck you,” Aidan snapped as he leaned into the annoying boy, “and I’m not whoring, asshole.”

Just then, a black Navigator pulled up and the driver got out. “Aidan DiMarco?”

“Oh yeah, boys who aren’t hustlers always get picked up in fancy SUVs.”

“Fuck off,” Aidan barked as he turned to the driver, “yes, that’s me. Let’s fucking go.”

Aidan never really cared much about what other people thought. For some reason, that exchange bothered him. He wondered if that is what everyone at school thinks of him. Perhaps being so aloof and sort of mysterious wasn’t a great way to conduct himself. Knowing that he had a sister, he felt like he didn’t want her to think he was a loser. He knew he wasn’t, but he still was really nervous. What if she didn’t like him? What is she judged him for being such a sexual being? He noticed the liquor in front of him.

“Hey, dude, can I drink any of this?”

“Of course, Sir, that’s what it is there for.”

He figured a drink or two would calm his nerves.

***

“He’s here. Are you ready?”

“I don’t know Jack. I am scared.”

“Don’t be, I promise. You trust me, right?”

“Yes.”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t think it was ok. Harrison does too, and so does Wagner. That’s three pretty diverse minds.”

Harrison put his arm around Calista and held her hand. “You’re gonna like him.” Jack opened the door and let Aidan in.

“Hey Aidan, good to see you again,” Jack said kindly as he put his hand on Aidan’s shoulder to guide him in. “You remember Harrison, and this, this is your sister, Calista.”

The usually confident Aidan was on pins and needles, “Uh, hi…”

“Hello. It’s, um, really nice to meet you,” an equally nervous Calista responded, trying to hold back tears.

They both just stood there, about three feet from one another, neither of them saying a word. They just looked at each other. They both seemed shocked to see each other. Jack stepped aside and walked toward Harrison. He motioned for him to follow, leaving the two siblings alone at the door.

“Should we say something?”

“No, Harrison, we need to just let them sort it out. I think they’re both in shock.”

Aidan’s usual defenses, the ones he uses to maintain the aloof, confident air about him, had become just paper, paper that was being soaked by rapidly falling tears. Calista, who cries at just about any situation, felt as if she needed to be the stronger one, being the older sibling. She was almost too shocked to cry. They finally broke the awkward silence and launched themselves into one another. They hugged each other as tightly as two people could, melting into each other’s form. 

Calista felt Aidan’s firm torso and the heart that was beating within it. His hands were folded around her back, drawing her in closer and closer. Aidan could feel his body shake, crying for the missed time they will never get back, crying to release the tension of this moment. Calista pulled her head back and delicately wiped away Aidan’s tears with her fingers. His usual brusqueness softened by her sweet touch. It brought a kind of relief to Aidan that warmed his sometimes chilled heart. 

It was Calista who was able to take some level of control of the situation, perhaps because of all she has been through, perhaps because she is so overjoyed to find out she has a true blood relative. She held her composure, helping to ease the moment. Aidan finally broke his own shock and began running his hand through Calista’s hair, as if he couldn’t quite believe that this is not a part of a dream.