Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2001 18:53:06 -0400
From: Tom Cup <tom_cup@hotmail.com>
Subject: Kevin - Series Chapter 12

Kevin by Tom Cup

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Kevin
Chapter 12
By Tom Cup

It took me a few minutes to realized what had happened but the aching on the
side of my face, and around my eye, reminded me quick enough when I came to.
  It was dark.  I couldn't tell if it was because night had fallen or
because the curtains were drawn.  There was a musty stench in the air; the
place smelled old. I was lying on the floor; shivering, and realized I was
naked.  There was a draft coming from somewhere. I tried to get up and
discovered I was also bound; tape surrounded my ankles and my wrists were
taped behind my back.  I could hear a faint whimper to my left and a
scrapping sound to my right.

"So you up faggot?"  Chuck jeered stuffing more of whatever he was eating
into his mouth,  "Ain't such a tough shit now, are ya?"

I tried to say, `Fuck you,' but realized that tape also covered my mouth.
Chuck was gloating; laughing to himself; enjoying his game of revenge.  I
was surprised by my reactions to what was happening:  I was more angry than
afraid.  He had destroyed the best day of my life.  Once again he had proven
what a hateful bastard he really was.  My birthday party would have gone
from a celebration to the chaos of a search, once my presence was missed. My
mind drifted to Tony, Marie and Antonio.  I wondered if I would ever see
them again but I quickly recovered from any thought that I would not; they
would come looking for me.  I knew it as surely as I knew that Chuck would
want to torture me beyond belief. If he had been cruel, living with us back
in Philly, when I was trying to be as good a boy as I could to please him;
how much more would he punish me now that I had crossed him?

The whimpering sound became a sob and I knew it was Richy.  I tried to
wiggle myself over to him so he wouldn't be so afraid.  I knew that was what
Chuck wanted most, for us to be afraid.  I wasn't going to give him that, no
matter what. "Being brave," Antonio had told me, "doesn't mean you don't
feel fear. It means that even in the face of fear you do what you think is
right."  I will be brave, I thought to myself, no matter what: I must be
brave.  It was my only hope of surviving Chuck and saving Richy.

"Where fuck you think you're going?" Chuck screamed and Richy's cries grew
louder, "Get the fuck back over there!"

I slid back to the wall and propped myself up trying to focus on what was
happening.  My left eye throbbed and was swollen shut. I didn't know if
Richy had been hurt but I knew he was probably bound as I was.  I knew for
sure he was scared shitless.  I had to get Chuck to calm down.  The more he
yelled the more it would frighten Richy.  I sat there and stared in his
direction, waiting for the vision in my right eye to clear enough to make
out his figure, in the darkness.

"You fucked up.  You hear me?"  he screamed, "You fucked up big time.
That's right.  You fucked with the wrong mother fucker!"  He was drunk or
close to it.  I knew the tone and inflections.  Usually, by this point he
would be kicking the shit out of me.  He had only hit me the once, I
thought, Why?  Why didn't he stomp the shit out of me?  And why was he only
verbally abusing me now?  This was his chance.  He had me.  He could do
anything he wanted to me but he was just yelling.

"You fucked up everything, you piece of shit," he continued, "That sister of
yours was coming along.  Few more weeks and she would have brought a nice
price every time she spread her legs."  He laughed to himself.  "Hell, Marcy
would have brought even more.  I could've been living high on the hog.  But
no!  You had to fuck it all up!  Now, I can't even go back to the
neighborhood.  Pigs fucking everywhere!"  He took the last sip of whatever
he was drinking, and standing up, he began moving toward me.  "It's OK
though,' he whispered, "Cause your ass is gonna get me my money.  That's
right pussy boy, I found me a buyer for your tight ass."  He laughed
kneeling down in front of me and I turned my face from the stench of the
booze on his breath.

"Don't you turn away from me bitch!" he yelled grabbing my face and forcing
me nose to nose with him, "I'll be living somewhere warm, with a wad of cash
in my pocket, knowing that you are getting dicked every fucking day, for the
rest of your miserable life."  He smirked and spat in my face.

A buyer?  He was planning to sale me? I started to laugh and he stared at me
in disbelief.  "What the fuck's so funny?" he asked and I knew I had guessed
right.  "What the fuck's so funny?" he repeated grabbing at the tape on my
mouth and ripping it away painfully.

"Owww!" I cried for a second and started laughing again just as Antonio
would.

"You best be telling me what the fuck you think is so funny before I kick
the shit out of you!" he demanded.

"That's the best news you could have ever given me," I said, "At least I
won't have to be around you!" I grimaced and waited for him to slap me,
punch me, kick me or whatever method he would use to hurt me.  In the end,
he only spat at me again and my confidence grew.

Chuck smirked and said, "Yeah, I bet you would rather get fucked than be
with me."  He walked back to the table and grabbed a cigarette and lit it.
He stood staring at me blowing out his long inhales.  "You like getting
fucked don't you?" he asked.

"It's better than being beat all the time by you." I retorted staring at
him.  I had never before dared to speak to Chuck in this manner.  In the
past, any comment or hesitation to obey him was met with swift retribution.
I didn't care.  Either he would beat me senseless, kill me or sale me; it
really didn't matter to me.  I was sick of being afraid of him.  When I
lived in Philly, his kind of parenting was all I knew so I accepted it; it
was the way things were.  Tony, Marie and Antonio had shown me something
else.  I was no longer willing to accept Chuck as some sort of father
figure, that I should bow down to, because he said so.  It's funny when you
think about it.  I thought that I did what he said because he was so mean
and could hurt me; but in the end I obeyed him because he was the father I
had at the time.  It was the same for all the men in my mom's life.  Once
they hung around for a while, I accepted them as my father and doing that,
unknowingly, agreed to take whatever type of parenting they gave.  No more!

"Why were you so mean to us," I ventured to ask, "We would have done
anything you asked.  You didn't have to be so mean."

"What!"  Chuck screamed coming toward me, "Who the fuck do you think you
are!."  I again braced myself but he stopped just in front of me flicking
his spent cigarette at my face.  "You brats needed to be taught a lesson.
All of you!  Nothing but shit."  With that he went over and kicked at Richy.
  He screamed more from horror than hurt and Chuck turned to me with that
same stupid smirk on his face.

"Leave him alone," I said dryly, "He's not the one you're pissed at. If you
have to beat someone, beat me."

Chuck laughed and pulled Richy up forcing him up against the wall.  Richy
was in a panic and the fear caused him to release his bladder down his leg
and on to Chuck's pants.  Chuck dropped him and Richy sat sobbing in
embarrassment and fear.  "You fucking brat!" Chuck screamed and drew back to
strike him.

"Don't!" I screamed and to my surprise he stopped.

"Why shouldn't I beat the little bastard?"

  Richy's breaths were frantic; his eyes begging as tears showered his face.

"Because it's me you really want to hurt."

"You're right about that. But I know how much you love this piece of shit.
Hurting him would hurt you far worst than just beating the shit out of you."

"I don't want to do this."

"Do what?"

"Play this stupid game," I answered glaring at him, "What do you want Chuck?
  If your going to sale me, then sale me.  I don't care.  I just don't want
to ever see you again."

"You fucking piece of shit!" he yelled, "I ought to kick the shit out of
you."

That was when it became cemented in my mind; he kept threatening to beat me
but he didn't. I had nothing to lose, I decided, and pushed further.  "You
most certainly will not," I stated in my best Marie impersonation, "You need
me and I'm sure your `buyer' doesn't want damaged goods.  I suspect he will
be rather displeased at what you've already done to my face."

Chuck stepped back staring at me and then laughed out loud.  I watched him
careful.  I remembered Marie and Tony in the library the day they told me he
had gotten away.  Yes, I thought, you are afraid.  This buyer has just
become my ally.  "I'll tell you what," I continued, "I'll go along.  I'll do
what you tell me and won't cause any problems when the time comes.  I'll
make this transaction easy for you.  You'll get your money, and know that I
am being used like the slut you want, but I want something in return."

He laughed again and said, "You, shit hole, are in no position to bargain
for anything or haven't you noticed?"

"Oh," I said as calmly as I could, "but I am.  I'm sure the kind of people
that buy boys aren't in the game to get fucked by the people that sell them
the boys.  I could really piss them off or maybe some important client they
send me to fuck.  I could fight like hell any time anyone tried to touch me.
I could kick and bite at them; try to run away every chance I got.  Maybe,
even when they come to have a look at me. Yeah, I'm sure they would beat the
shit out of me but you've done that before; right Chuck?  I could take it
over and over again.  But after awhile they would get tired of me and come
looking for you.  They'd want their money back and maybe even a piece of
your ass."  I smiled and his eyes widened.  He was nowhere near as able to
hide his emotion as Tony, Marie or Antonio.  He was falling open like a
cheap dime store romance novel.  "On the other hand," I said, "I could be a
nice obedient `pussyboy'.  They would be so grateful you made the deal that
they might even give you a bonus.  Hell, they might even set you up with
more business!"  He started pacing; rolling over, in that dog shit he had
for a brain, what I was saying.

"It's very simple really," I pressed, "You need me and I need you.  You're
right, I fucked up your life and for that I should pay but not Richy.  He's
been through enough.  Let him go and I will bend over and take it up the
ass, right in front of you, if you like."

He looked shocked and returned to the chair he was sitting in.  I waited.
Richy had stopped crying but was looking wide eyed at me.  "What do you take
me for," he asked finally, "I let him go now and what insurance do I have
you'll go through with it."

"You're right," I admitted, "So, when the buyer gets here, Richy will be
released.  Agreed?"

I could see him trying to find a hole in my argument.  Knowing Chuck, I had
guess correctly.  There was no way he would have spent the time hunting me
down only to punch me once and then stand over me yelling.  No way!  If he
had been bluffing about this buyer, the moment I had done anything to piss
him off I would have been beaten within an inch of my life.  No, I thought,
he's got a buyer and that buyer wants me in good condition.  He finally
nodded and I took one last stab. "Hear me Chuck," I said trying to sound as
much like Tony as I could, "You cross me and I'll make sure that they hate
ever meeting me.  I'll make sure they hunt you down like a dog.  I'll
scream, and cry, and tell them it was all suppose to be a scam; that you
knew I wouldn't do the things they asked. Once this is done, Chuck, you are
never to bother my family again!"  He laughed and I knew I had all I could
get.

At 3:30 in the morning, we were dragged to the beat up Buick he had picked
up somewhere and tossed in the back.  He had removed the tape from our
mouths and legs but our hands were still bound behind our backs.  "I'm
scared," Richy said.  "It'll be all right,"  I told him.  Chuck chattered
about how he had originally planned just to beat the shit out of me when he
found me; maybe dump my body somewhere.  I knew he was just trying to make
the trip worst.  It worked with Richy.  It just pissed me off.

"Then as luck would have it," he continued, "I'm sitting at this underage
tit bar, of course they weren't young enough for my taste, and the guy next
to me makes the same comment.  `Damn,' he says, `wish they were younger.'
So we get to shooting the shit, and I tell him I got this tape."  He stopped
to laugh and looked back at me through the rear view mirror for effect.  "We
go back to his hotel room and pop in the tape of me and your darling sister
Donna; with me eating and fingering that sweet pussy." I felt sick and Chuck
laughed shaking his head like he had just told the best joke in the world.

`Anyway," he said becoming more serious, "This guy pulls out this tape he's
got of boys about your age, hell, younger than you; taking cock anyway you
can imagine.  So I ask the guy where the hell they find kids like that and
he tells me most of them are bought.  `You know,' he says, `Mr. and Mrs. So
and So leave for vacation with their son What's His Name and he's lost at
the airport never to be seen again.  Well, here he is!  Bought and paid for
and doing a wonderful job!'  That's when it hit me!  It was prefect!  After
I tell him about you, the guy tells me he could ask around to see if anyone
is interested and, BINGO! two days later I got a buyer."

He drove us down to the piers; to what looked like an abandoned warehouse.
There were two men waiting outside.  As soon as the car pulled up, one of
them left and went inside; probably, I thought, to tell the buyer his
merchandise had arrived.  The man at the door looked shocked, as we got out
of the car bound and naked, but said nothing.  We followed Chuck toward him
but he didn't move.

"I have business," Chuck said but the man seemed unimpressed.  Chuck seemed
a bit annoyed and then straightened himself and said, "I am here on
business," pointing back at us.  The man smiled but, again, did not move.
Chuck looked back at me and I just shrugged.  Before long we heard the
footsteps of the second man returning; he whispered into the doorman's ear
and he said, "The Lion will see you now."

The warehouse was full of crates and boxes but was comfortably warm.  We
followed the first man up the stairs with the doorman flanking us.  We came
to an immense wood carved door that was completely out of place in the
warehouse.  I couldn't help it; I started examining the door noting the
craftsmanship; this was no window dressing but a piece of hand carved art.
Marie would've been proud of me, I thought.  The bodyguard opened the door
for us and we entered a room that was just as impressive as the door.
Beautiful works of art, dressed in frames that were pieces of art
themselves, adorned the walls.  At the far wall sat a man, dressed in a
tasteful suit smoking a cigar, behind a desk that was just as finely worked
as the door.  The bodyguard approached him and, whispering in his ear, took
a position at his right side.  The man nodded and waved us toward him.


He seemed familiar but I couldn't place him.  I knew one thing for sure:
this was a man of power.  A man use to welding power over other people and
getting what he wanted.  "You are the Lion?" asked Chuck. I stared at the
man trying to read something in his demeanor but could see nothing. He
didn't bother to answer Chuck's question; simply took a long drag off the
cigar, rolled it in fingers and brought it to his nose.  "This is the
merchandise you promised," he stated, "Looks like damaged goods."

Chuck's mouth dropped open; but it was just what I had hoped. "If I may,
sir," I said stepping forward, "It's my fault. I slipped and fell.  But it
is only a bruise and I heal quickly.  I'm sure I'll please you."

The man smiled and I stepped back.  "Well trained I see," he said and Chuck
visibly relaxed and exhaled.  "What of the little one," the man asked and
fear leapt into my heart. "Ah, forgive me for bringing him," Chuck said,
"But he's not for sale."

"Everything is for sale," the man snapped.

"He's my brother," I confessed, "I promised to do whatever you wanted as
long as he was set free."

The man raise one eyebrow slightly; then nodded and smiled at me. I had seen
him before.  I scanned the room and there it was in the center of the wall
to my right; newly mounted in a gold trimmed frame, the painting of the man
sleeping in the lion's den.  "See something you like?" he asked. I nodded.
"Of course you do," he stated, "It is a thing of beauty.  Like yourself."
He smiled, "I am a connoisseur; a lover of things beautiful.  From the
moment I first saw you, I knew you belonged among the possessions of the
Lion."  He took another long drag from his cigar.  "We will see to it that
your brother goes free."  He motioned to the doorman and he came over and
started to lead Richy away.

"No Kevin," he cried, "I don't want to leave you."

I turned to him and snapped, "Go! Now!" and I watched as he was led away
through the door.

"I'm ready," I said turning back to the man.  He smiled and slowly stood.
He walked over to me and gently brushed the side of my bruised cheek.
"There is nothing like family is there, Kevin?" he asked.  I shook my head
as the tears began flowing down my face.  "Please promise that he'll be
safe," I begged, "I'll do anything.  I just want my family safe."  He smiled
and answered, "You have the Lion's word on that."

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