The seven victims of George Wallace

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

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Victim 2: Jace

“I gotta get going!” my mom rumbled on my door, followed by her fast pace down the steps.

I crawled out of bed, only in pj bottoms. Way too hot for a shirt. I made my way out of my room, headed for the darkness of the living room.

I met her at the bottom of the stairs. She was all dressed in her scrubs, a slick pony-tail to accompany it.

“Love you.” she cooed while pulling me in for a quick hug. 

She looked to be in a hurry, probably running late again. I would imagine that time got away from you when you’re working the night shift. It didn't take her long to pick at her purse and find her keys. She waved another bye and she was out the door.

The living room fell dark again after she shut the door. Only the tv illuminated the room and the lazy man lounging on the sofa. God I hated him.

I’ll never forget the first time he brought me to the shed.

Darren, my stepfather, he caught me a few months ago. I was surfing a gay hook-up site, alone in my bedroom. Chatting with strangers and rubbing one out, nothing I hadn’t done before. That night took a turn though. Little did I know, Darren also had an account and started talking to me. He was filthy over messaging, kinky and raw. I had sent him countless photos that night. All while he was right downstairs on the sofa.

I had finally gotten the courage to demand a photo of his face, I thought maybe one day we could actually do something.

My face paled and my stomach dropped at the photo I was sent. A photo of Darren, smiling wickedly.Then there was a knock at my door and I held my breath.

“Jace!” Darren’s voice dragged on the other side of my door. I froze in panic, not a clue what to do.

Eventually he persuaded me to open the door, claiming I ‘wasn’t in trouble’. But as things stand now, I’d definitely say I was in trouble.

He told me to follow him and at first I was hesitant. At the time he didn't seem threatening, I thought maybe this would just become really awkward. I followed him out the back door and down our long property. Tucked away, in the very back corner against the tree line, was a shed.

I’ve been there a few times, there are some tools and lawn equipment. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to show me.

He got me inside and before I knew it, that man, Darren. He did all the filthy, kinky and raw stuff that we talked about. He’s older than me, by twenty something years. It didn’t take a lot from him to pin me down, shove a gag in my mouth and tie me up.

He had his way with me that night. The scariest part, by the end. I came.

That’s right, my stepfather raped me in the shed but I came, I liked it. So was it rape? I’m not too sure.

Here we are now, just a few months later. He keeps me silent by threatening to hurt mom. She’s a weak woman, she always has been. I can’t stand to see her hurt any longer, so I take the pain for her.

Darren has taken me to the shed a few times since that night. Six times to be specific. I still don’t entirely understand why though. I hear him fucking my mom a lot, it’s not like he doesn’t have someone to have sex with. He takes me at random times. He took me twice in a week once, it's sporadic and I never know when to expect the next time.

I sure hope tonight isn’t one of those nights.

I made my way past the living room and into the kitchen, I desperately needed a drink. I grabbed a cup from the cabinet and started filling it with water from the fridge.

Smack!

A hand slapped my ass so hard that I jumped, spilling the water all over my pjs.

“What the fuck, Darren!” I yelled at him, not knowing he followed me in here. Despite our encounters, there is this flirtatious aura. I wasn’t exactly mad at him. If anything I almost got excited.

“Shut up, boy.” he chuckled to himself while grabbing whiskey off the bar. He popped the cap and poured it neat into his empty glass.

I decided to listen to him. I grabbed some paper towels and cleaned up the floor of water, patting my bottoms as they were now soaked.

“Looks like you gotta change.” Darren spoke from behind me.

“And who’s fault is that?” I glared at him. He leaned on the wall, crossing his legs while taking a swig of liquor. A smile crept on his tan face, his dark features sure did look good.

No, stop that.

“Guilty as charged.” he stated seductively, “Why don’t you take those off and join me on the couch?”

He pointed at my bottoms with his glass in hand then motioned to the living room he was now walking to.

“Fucker.” I whispered to myself.

He disappeared into the dark living room, leaving me alone for a moment. I know this is all so wrong. Why am I already sort of turned on from this? Thinking of laying next to him in only my underwear. My dick started to twitch, fuck it’s getting hard. I rolled my eyes at myself, could I be any more embarrassing?

I slipped off my bottoms, the soft fabric hit the floor silently. Now I only have socks and underwear on, nothing left to the imagination.

I made my way slowly to the living room. Turning the corner, I saw him laying down, propped up enough to causally sip at his drink. It was still quite dark, I thank god for that. Maybe he won’t see how excited this is making me.

“Come here.” he patted the spot next to him, a smirk rolling across his face.

I made my way silently, sitting down next to him, careful not to be too close. He grabbed my thigh with his spare hand and squeezed tightly, earning a twitch from my dick. Fuck.

“Someone’s excited?” he teased me, sliding his hand to my dick and squeezing. “Hard too?”

“Get off.” I pushed his hand off of me, crossing my arms in a pout.

He looked at me with another smirk. His green eyes were mesmerizing in the dark light, his bushy eyebrows shaded his gaze. My heart rate spiked, staring into his eyes.

“Stop the act already.” he said smoothly, whiskey drifting off his lips. His gaze shifted downwards, he was looking directly at my underwear, a clear tent was pitched. He chuckled at the sight.

“I’m just gonna go to bed.” I started while getting up. The blood coursing through me has no business. This is wrong and I know it. I’d rather not sit here and fantasize about my stepfather.

“No.” he grabbed my hand, stopping me from walking away.

He pulled me back hard and I stumbled onto his lap. His arm snaked around my waist, effectively holding me in place on top of him.

“I wanna take a trip.” he whispered in my ear. My body shuddered at the feeling, his breath vibrating in my ear. “I wanna try something new.”

I swallowed thickly, unsure what he meant by that. To my knowledge, we’ve tried most of everything.

He’s raped me, sorta. Bondage and whips, choking and chastity. He’s tried a multitude of things on me, all in the shed.

He broke the silence by attacking my lips. He kissed me roughly and I didn’t stop him from doing so. It took a second, but soon I was reciprocating it. I heard his glass sit on the side table, then both of his hands held my waist. He pulled me closer to him, my dick pressing harder than ever into his abdomen.

We were so distracted by each other. The news running in the background went completely ignored.

“...more about the murder of local teen…”

His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and digging his nails. The pain sent shivers up my spine. He dragged his nails across my underwear, spreading my ass wide open and exposing my hole.

“...multiple phone calls before first responders were made aware…”

As his fingers inched closer to my hole, his breathing got louder. Soon turning into grunts. He broke from our kiss, sliding his tongue down my neck and sucking at my collar bone.

“...a social media app for gay men to meet online…”

I grinded harder on top of him, feeling his dick growing too.

“...the number one into the victim’s chest…”

He assaulted my upper body, biting and sucking. One of his hands trailed up to my face, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. His other hand plunged three fingers in my mouth and he told me to suck.

“...suspects that they may strike again…”

After his fingers were slick and sloppy, he went back to my hole, pushing a finger in. I moaned in pleasure, my dick was practically popping out of my underwear. 

“Shed now.” He broke away from me, staring into my eyes deeply.

I only nodded as I stood up and followed him through the house. I knew what we were going to do. I still knew that it was wrong. But something couldn’t stop me.

I am truly fucked up.

I followed Darren all the way to the shed, the night time air felt cold on my bare skin. He opened the door for me and the familiar scent of must and wood filled my noise.

Smack!

He slapped my ass again and I yelped in response. The pain stung more this time, he definitely was hitting harder.

“Sit down, boy.” he growled at me.

His tone always changed when entering the shed. It was like this little room was a trigger for him. His senses heightened and his lust took precedent. Even the look in his eyes, they darken and they mean only business. I’m not here to be pleased, only to please him.

I sat in the single wooden chair quietly, knowing that random outbursts are only rewarded with pain. But something was on my mind. He said he wanted to try something new. What could that be?

“So..” I trailed off while looking away innocently, “something new, you said?”

I was afraid of what his response might be. Will he hit me just for talking? Will he keep it a surprise? All these things, he’s done before. I truly never knew what to expect from him.

“Yeah..” now he trailed off. He grabbed the rope sitting on the work-shop table, dusting it off a bit with his hand. He walked behind me silently, something didn’t feel normal.

He took my hair from behind, pulling my head back to look him in the eyes.

“I have a friend to join..” a twisted smile spread on his face, “..isn’t that fun?”

My eyes went wide in shock. A friend? Do I know them? I felt speechless, I didn’t know what I should say. The thought almost excited me more in a way though. Will it be anonymous? What if they’re rougher than Darren? Can I even handle that?

“Easiest three-hundred I’ve ever made.” he smiled even more, now wrapping the rope around me, tying me to the chair.

Three hundred? Am I being pimped? 

“You sold me?” I asked kind of hurt. In a way I felt like this secret for Darren, this secret for us. Something only we knew about. Something just for us.

“Hell yeah I did!” he didn't hold back his enthusiasm.

My mind started racing, what could this mean? The deal we agreed upon never involved another person. It was me and him. That’s it. I’m only doing this to protect mom, among other things now. Regardless, I never agreed to this. But I guess I never “agreed” to anything. I always went along with it. Zero willpower on my part.

“Now, I..” he finished tying the ropes, “..am gonna have some fun before you’re too loose.”

He walked in front of me now. My hands were tied behind the chair, my ankles were tied together and my waist was strapped to the chair. I was his and there was nothing I could do about it.

“Now open that pretty little mouth, faggot.” he inched closer with his dominating words.

He grabbed my hair again, steadying my face as I willingly opened my mouth. He already had his dick out by now, his length much larger than mine. He was packing a lot, close to eight inches with a wild upward curve. Compared to my six incher, I looked much smaller.

He straddled the chair I sat in, his dick slapping me in the face.

“Fuck yeah, bitch.” he slapped my jaw to get opened a little wider.

Then he rammed his dick into my throat. I immediately gagged, throwing up all the liquids I had today. The pain of his dick was searing, he kept it lodged in despite my gagging.

“Take it, faggot.” He groaned as he slid it even deeper. I never had even a second to breathe, my head was already feeling fuzzy.

He pulled out a second, letting me cough and gag. Slime ran down my nose and chin, my eyes bloodshot and teary. In a flash, he was back inside, stretching my throat. I helplessly gagged and choked, my face turned bright shades of red as I ran out of air.

He used my mouth for quite some time, a few times I had felt really faint. I didn't know if he’d let me either. One time he did. He choked me while fucking me, so much so that I knocked out for a few seconds. I woke up to him railing inside of me. It was a surreal experience.

Riiiiiing. 

The sound of Darrens cell phone ringing broke his stride. He pulled out of me with a huff as I gagged and coughed. Slime spewed out of me as I tried desperately to catch my breath.

“Hello?” Darren answered the phone calmly.

“An early bird I see.” Darren wore a smirk as he talked, listening to the voice on the other line.

“Okay, be right there.” He hung up the phone and looked right at me.

“Sit tight, boy..” he pulled on his jeans, buttoning them and forgetting about the zipper. “..be right back.”

And with that, he left out of the shed, closing the door behind him, leaving me alone.

I stayed there silent for a while. I coughed every once in a while from the attack on my throat. I could already feel the soreness when I swallowed, yet my dick was still hard.

I began daydreaming of what this stranger might be like. Will he be attractive like Darren? They are friends it seems, maybe he’ll be hotter. My dick twitched at the thought. I’ve only ever had sex with Darren, someone new might be fun actually. Maybe he’ll do something I like. Maybe he’ll be here to please me for a change.

My daydream was cut short by some noises I heard outside the shed. How long has it been now?

The shed door flung open and I jumped in my seat. There’s not a chance this is real..

A man dressed in black was dragging Darren into the shed. Darren’s face was bloody and he had duck tape around his mouth. His limbs were tied to his body, similar to me. He looked like he was screaming, his face was bright red and his eyes bulged from their sockets.

All of the sensations I felt had disappeared. My body started to shake as I watched this unfold in front of me.

The man dressed in black finally dropped Darren’s legs from which he was pulling and they hit the ground with a thud. The strange man closed the door to the shed, alleviating the white noise from outside. Now it was just the rapid panting of Darren’s breath. Mine was hitched, my heart had stopped. I stayed perfectly still as I watched the man turn around.

He was tall, really tall. Much taller than Darren and I. As he turned he revealed this wicked white mask, it pointed down like a ghost. He was completely silent.

The man tilted his head when he made eye contact with me. His face turned slowly to Darren writhing on the ground, then back to me. His head tilted the opposite way.

“What do we have here, sunshine?” the masked man spoke in a deep, gravelly voice.

My whole body tensed at his words and I felt this urge of panic. The man stepped over Darren’s body, never breaking eye contact with me. I watched with fear, my heart beating faster and faster as he approached me.

“You made it so easy.” his voice turned as he spoke, his words left a strange taste in my mouth. It almost sounded seductive.

His face got inches away from mine. I still stayed silent, afraid of even breathing. The silence took over the room, he just stared at me. My eyes were wide in fear and my lips slightly parted.

He swiftly turned around, the loose black fabric he was wearing waved in his turn. He looked at Darren on the floor, his face beet red and his eyes bloodshot. I could tell he was trying to scream as his body convulsed on the ground.

The masked man began to chuckle. My eyes darted to him. He was still just staring, like he was admiring his own work. The man started to reach for Darren’s body..

“No..” I whispered out, the man stopped in his tracks, frozen by my voice. I don’t know what he had planned to do, but I didn’t want to see Darren hurt either.

“He has a voice.” The man turned around to face me, his head tilted again. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

I stared at him again, losing all confidence to speak. His presence was suffocating. Something about him felt wrong, scary.

“Huh?” the man grunted louder, his voice very coarse.

“Ja-Jace..” I stumbled over my name, his tone shook me to my core. I could feel tears welling in my eyes, I don’t even know where they came from.

“Mmm..” the man hummed through his mask, “Jace?” he tilted his head again.

I could only manage to nod my head weakly, something was telling me not to over step permissions.

“You’re real pretty, Jace.” the man reached out his gloved hand and trailed it down my face.

I shuddered at his touch. I didn’t feel safe anymore. I didn’t understand what was happening. Who is this man?

“Who..” I started to speak and almost regretted it. The man’s head twitched slightly, almost asking for me to continue. “..who are you?”

The man just nodded his head at my question. This eerie feeling washed over my almost naked body, for some reason it felt like he was smiling under the mask.

“Me?” he had already turned away from me again, focusing his attention on Darren still on the ground. “I’m just something new and exciting.”

My heart dropped as I watched him pick Darren up from underneath his arms with ease. Darren squirmed relentlessly to no avail. He was tied up maybe better than I was, there was no use to him struggling.

The man forced Darren against a wall of the shed, banging his head into the wood hard.

“Stop!” I yelped without thinking. I couldn’t help it, he couldn’t hurt Darren. Deep down I cared, even though I hated the man. I kinda sorta didn’t.

The man didn’t flinch a bit, he continued doing what he was doing. He used another cord in the shed to strap Darren to the wall, standing up. I refused to do nothing at this point, Darren was completely helpless.

“Hey!” I screamed now, “Stop, please!”

The man backed away from Darren and within a split-second, he had slapped me hard across the face. He knocked the wind out of me, stinging across my face.

I could hear Darren struggling more now, his grunts got louder the second the masked man hurt me. I knew Darren cared too.

“Shut your mouth, whore!” the man’s delicate touch subsided. His flirtatious demeanor has all but left, leaving only desire in his tone. Desire for what?

The man walked behind me, grabbing my hair with one hand and clapping his other hand over my mouth.

“You see this piece of shit?” the man spoke in a lustful way, like he was convincing me of it.

He held my head forward, staring at Darren’s fearful eyes. Was this the friend he talked about?

“He wanted me to fuck you silly..” the man tugged harder on my hair, “..and I don’t mean to disappoint.”

His words felt sharp and clear. I couldn’t hold in my breath any longer as I began to hyperventilate, panic. Darren’s eyes stared at mine, neither of us knew what was happening.

“Lucky for you, old man..” his voice was rugged again, “..I only like ‘em young.”

He tugged my hair again, earning a flinch from me.

I refused to look away from Darren, I felt like we were on the same page for once. We needed to get out of this, but how? Suddenly Darren’s eyes got even wider, his body trembling even more.

I felt a cold object on my shoulder. Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell it was a knife and my whole body stiffened.

“Lucky you..” the man dragged on, but I don’t think he was talking to me. “..you get to watch the whole show for free.”

I screamed out in pain as the knife dug into my shoulder, slicing down my arm. The pain was unimaginable, I couldn’t help from screaming into the man’s hand.

“Shh..” the man cooed into my ear, “..we’re just getting started.”

My eyes locked with Darren again. He looked more terrified than me, he continued to struggle but the knots were too good. He couldn’t move an inch. He could only watch or close his eyes.

The man drug his knife up my neck, hard but not enough to cut, stopping right at my jawline. My head craned up to not get impaled. My heart was thumping out of my chest, I couldn't control the tears running down my face anymore.

“What’s wrong, baby?” the man whispered in my ear again. “Afraid to die?”

Before I could react, the man tugged my hair all the way down, bringing my eyes to his white mask. Nothing was behind it, I couldn’t see a thing.

The man let me go, completely free for a moment. My head snapped back to Darren, he was still wildly writhing. My body was telling me to scream, but my brain stopped me. Afraid of what this man might do.

Suddenly my hair was back in his grasp, shoving my head backwards.

“Open up, sweetheart.” his voice sounded dangerous now. The playful touch was still there, but his voice only scared me.

He didn’t speak when I kept my mouth closed, he just used his other hand to pry it open. I tried to bite, close my jaw with all my force but his hand was too strong. He kept my mouth open by shoving four gloved fingers in. The taste of rubber filled my mouth as I gagged on the sudden reach his fingers had inside my throat.

He used my involuntary gag against me, using his other hand to grab an unknown object and resting it inside my mouth.

“Suck.” he said angrily, I could tell he was talking through his teeth.

I glanced forward a moment, getting a good look at what he had in my mouth. A.. a hammer?

I started struggling again, the sobs coming back in full force. The man started to chuckle again, amused at my discomfort.

“I said, suck!” the man shoved the wooden handle of the hammer more into my mouth. It hit the back of my mouth roughly and I coughed from the sensation.

A hammer is not a dick. It doesn’t bend to the shape of a throat. It stays rigid, unrelenting. I don’t know how this man expects me to suck on it. But I tried my best.

I closed my lips around the wood, the taste was funny but not disgusting. He hummed while looking down at me, tilting his head again. He began applying pressure to the hammer, sliding it further into my mouth. The coughing wouldn’t stop, the wood grazed on the back of my throat. The man started pumping the hammer up and down. Every time it hit the back of my throat, I’d gag and cough.

The man kept going, humming and laughing to himself.

“Good boy.” he muttered softly as he persisted with the hammer.

He started to go faster now, jamming into the back of throat aggressively. Each shot to my throat hurt more than the last. The hammer wouldn't bend so my throat had to. My eyes shut tightly trying to bear the pain.

“Mhm..” the man moaned as he attacked my throat.

My eyes suddenly shot open and I coughed intensely. I felt the cold steel tracing down my chest, light enough to not break skin but hard enough to hurt.

“Ahh!” I screamed out through the jabbing hammer. Intense pain wafted all over my body as he plunged his knife deep in my side. It was excruciating. I shook my body the most I could, fight or flight instincts kicking in. But it was no use, I was trapped here.

I could feel my blood dripping down my naked body, my heart raced and I cried uncontrollably.

Is this how I die?

Crunch!

I have never imagined such pain as this. This mad was sadistic, evil, for inflicting this on somebody else.

The man shoved the hammer so deep in my throat, I heard a crunch and pop. I gagged and gurgled as blood started seeping out of my mouth.

“Fuck yes.” the man moaned in euphoria. The more I succumbed to the pain, the more he got off on it.

I couldn’t make noise anymore, something in my throat was broken, leaking all over my body. I caught a glimpse at Darren again, his eyes were crying profusely, watching me get abused.

The man let me go, walking around to face me and cutting off my view of Darren.

The sight this man must be looking at. A twink tied to a chair, a puncture in the stomach and a slice on his shoulder. Blood gushed from his mouth. How in the world did he not feel bad? How did this make him feel good?

Silently, the man straddled the chair the same way Darren had earlier. He reached in his pants and pulled out the biggest dick I’ve ever seen before. It was as thick as a can and as tall as a two liter. No noises could escape me still, only gurgles of blood dripping down my chin.

He sat his dick right under my chin, letting the blood pool all over it.

“Mmm” he moaned again, throwing his head back in ecstasy as he stroked his dick.

In no time flat, he held my hair again, steadying my head. He pushed his dick into my blood covered mouth. He shoved it as deep it would go, my throat gave no restrictions. I couldn’t feel anything. Just pain all over as I continued to cry.

The man kept moaning as he fucked my bleeding face. Blood kept splattering as his balls hit my chin. My throat would involuntarily gag and choke up a big wad of slimy blood. He started pooling the substance into his hand then smearing it all over my face. His pace quickened as he fucked my mouth. There was nothing I could do.

Finally he pulled out. I tried to breathe but instead I choked. Who knows how much blood I’ve lost. Who knows how much longer I’ll be alive.

“Don’t die yet, sugar..” his seductive voice grabbed my face in one hand, “..I always get some ass.”

He let go of me and let my head fall.

Crash!

Another wave of pain was sent hurtling through my lower half. The man stomped on my thigh as hard as he could, breaking not only my leg but the chair I was sitting in. The chair fell apart as I crashed on the ground. The pain was becoming cold, I was losing feeling everywhere.

The chair may have broken but the knots that tied me together didn't. I laid on the floor, half-conscious among the rubble from the wooden chair.

The man flipped me over with ease, the broken wood stabbed me in the stomach when he rolled me. He got on his knees on top of my legs, smacking my ass as hard as he could. If I could cry out in pain I would, but there was nothing to fight for anymore. My nerves were shutting down as I accepted my fate. I am going to die here tonight.

The man sliced my underwear off, not worried about the slash he put on my backside. He spread open my cheeks, using his blood soaked hands to massage my hole until it was wet.

“Oh, baby.” the masked man moaned.

He started to shove his monster dick in my hole. No part of me could fight any longer. The pain was too much as he raped my hole relentlessly. I could hear his moans but they faded in and out. I tried to stay awake but everything was telling me to go to sleep.

His grunts grew louder as he smashed into me. Gushes and squirts could be heard through the shed, my blood oozing all over the floor.

“Oh yeah..” the man moaned one last time, filling my beaten hole with his seed.

He pulled out of me and stood back up, flipping me over to my back. He was so tall standing over me like this. Blood covered his outfit and was sprayed on his mask.

I managed to peer past him, looking at Darren still stuck to the wall. He looked sorry, he didn’t have to say it. I felt it.

The masked man tilted his head for a final time, probably wondering why I’d even look at the man that got us into this mess. The world around me was closing in, things were going fuzzy and I couldn’t breathe.

“G’night, Jace.” he finished with another slice of his knife.

I couldn’t see anything, the room went black. My body fell into bliss, there was no more pain.