Date: Thu, 20 Jun 2013 07:46:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Dj Montgomery <djmontgomery99@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kye, part 12

				    Kye
				  Part 12


     Kye sat in the dark, alone.  He was in the playroom, the very room
where he had been raped repeatedly nearly three months ago.  With the
windows covered, it was almost pitch black.  Kye could smell the remains of
sexual encounters.  Even when cleaned and sanitized, this room reeked of
sex.  You could feel the testosterone emanating from the walls.  This room
was the scene of so many fuck memories...

     A noise outside the playroom door snapped Kye back to attention.  The
tiny bit of light finding its way into the room was coming from under the
door, and now he could see shadows passing in front of the doorway.  He
listened closely, but could hear nothing.  Then they were gone.

     Kye began again to think back to the past three months, and all of his
experiences during that time.  So much had happened.  He had come so far,
while never leaving this house.  He knew little of this property except for
what he's seen out the windows.  He hadn't been outside into the fresh air
since the day he had been brought here.  He wondered just how much of his
world was still intact.  He had missed the end of the fall semester, missed
the football playoffs, and missed his final exams.  He was sure that he had
been withdrawn by the university, and had never had the chance to register
for classes in the spring, so his college career was probably over.  Oddly,
none of that seemed as important now as his bond to the men who had taken
over his life.

     Forty-eight fucks in forty-eight hours.  It seemed that he could still
feel the horrible pain that had been forced upon his shredded asshole.
Luckily, a little first aid had kept him from getting infection, but that
hadn't stopped these guys from continuing to train his pussy to take
repeated fuckings.  Kye had lost count of the number of times he'd been
forced to take a cock in his ass.  Sometimes lovingly, sometimes brutal.
Fast.  Slow.  Deep.  And even two at a time on a few occasions.  Always
without any concern for him.  Never giving him the chance to gain relief,
to wank himself, to cum.  Until last week.

     It was on Wednesday.  No, Tuesday, because that was Mitch's day to see
the shrink.  Ever since he had considered "offing" himself down at the
bridge, he'd been seeing a psychiatrist in an attempt to find out what was
fueling his depression and poor self-esteem.  Kye hadn't been there that
evening, but Dom, Donnie and Trey had filled him in on the details.  Not
directly.  Kye had been present in the room when they had been discussing
the events of that evening, beginning with Dom finding out he was filthy
rich, thanks to Aunt Leo.  Well, maybe not filthy rich, but well enough off
so that he would never need to work again.  And he gathered the group,
minus Kye, at Jack's restaurant to reveal to everyone how his life, and
theirs, was about to be changed.  Dom had given the deed for the
restaurant, free and clear, to Jack, and he'd paid off the house mortgage,
which was now in the names of Mitch and Trey, while revealing that in fact,
he'd spent time growing up as a child in that very house.  He'd also hired
Donnie as his property/investment manager.  Everything seemed so unreal,
yet so wonderful.  And Mitch was unable to accept what he was able to
process.  He thought he had lost Trey to Dom, who could offer him anything
while Mitch himself had nothing to offer the man he had loved since their
years in the military.  So he'd run off, toward the bridge, to end his
miserable life.  Trey and Dom had found him and, after unsuccessful
attempts to "call him down from the edge," Trey had snapped and delivered a
brutal fuck and beating to Dom.  Who knows how far Trey would have gone if
Mitch had not come down from the bridge to stop his friend.  After a few
words, they realized how stupid the entire episode had been, and all had
agreed to communicate more effectively with one another.

     Days later, Mitch had agreed with Trey and Donnie to seek professional
help.  When considering the beating Trey had given Dom, he also convinced
Trey to seek help, but they both agreed that joint therapy was not in their
best interest right now.  Mitch and Donnie made plans to also attend
counseling for couples with a therapist who specialized in same sex
relationships.  After their first visit, Trey and Dom joined them so that
their therapist could help them all make sense of the flexible relationship
to which they had all pledged themselves.  Donnie had been the last to
agree, but given the fact that it would allow him to pursue sex with his
first love, Dom, and Dom's hunky, hung partner Trey, he had finally agreed.
Knowing the fragile position that Mitch was in right now, Donnie was
careful to not look too eager, nor did he allow Mitch to see how he longed
to see what Trey and Dom had packed into the bulges in their tight jeans.

     All the while, they'd kept Kye bound inside the house.  Since the
first day he had arrived, he'd not been able to move around the house
untethered.  In the beginning, he'd been chained or bound hand and foot,
always available to provide sexual release for anyone who wanted to fuck
his ass or mouth.  Kye had gotten very good at taking all 4 men deep into
his throat.  At 11 and one-half inches, Donnie had been the most difficult,
but with time, Kye had succeeded.  From the first day, he'd been forced to
take them deep in his ass, and now he was a full service slut.  Mitch had
even raised the idea of "golden showers," and the other guys approved, as
long as he was in the restroom and secured.  Mitch had been working on that
project ever since.

     Most days. Kye serviced one or two of the guys, but on Mitch's therapy
days, Kye was always worried to see him come home.  If the therapist
touched some tender areas that Mitch had trouble dealing with, or an event
from his past that Mitch didn't want to face, he came home angry, and that
translated into brutal sex forced upon Kye.  Once, Trey and Donnie had to
come in and break up the session because of the ferocity of the fuck.
Later, Trey needed to apply ice to Kye's ass to keep the swelling down, and
Kye's rear was bruised for a week.

     But during that time, Kye had learned to accept his place in the
house, and to take what was dished out in silence.  He really couldn't
decide if he was trying to deny his sexual partner the pleasure of knowing
how much the fucking hurt, or if he was really beginning to enjoy it, but
didn't want to let on.  Over time, the restraints became less numerous as
Mitch and the guys realized that Kye was losing the desire to keep them
away during their "fun."  And as near as Kye could figure, they were right.
During their last party, Kye simply had his wrists tethered together behind
his back, and a simple cock strap, with a D-ring attached to the bottom,
wrapped securely around his scrotum and tethered to the I-bolt screwed into
the floor under the dining room table.  Kye was available for fun and
games, but free to move around the dining room, which made him popular with
the guys sitting there.  He didn't stray too far, not willing to put too
much strain on his balls that were secured in the bottom of his scrotum by
the cock strap.

     And then, last Tuesday.  Donnie had gone with Mitch to see the shrink.
Dom was gone to town on business, and Trey had been doing yard work alone.
Kye had been hoping that Trey would take him outside, and force him to
work.  It would be worth whatever he had to do just to be outside again.
It had been so long.  But Trey had ignored all his attempts at eye contact,
and had even ignored all his whimperings.  No one had ever told him he
couldn't talk, but since the first day, Mitch, Trey and Dom had told what
he could do, and speaking wasn't on that list, so he only talked when
conversation was directed specifically to him, and he never talked first,
only in response.

     Now, Kye was waiting for Trey to come back into the house to take a
break so that he could be untethered and allowed to use the restroom.  His
bladder was full, and needed release.

     Just as Kye finished that thought, Trey came striding through the
door.  Again, Kye whimpered.  Trey noticed that he was sitting in a
crouched position, trying to cross his legs.

     "Toilet, Kye?"  Kye smiled from ear to ear, as Trey unsnapped the
cockring attached to the tether under the dining room table, and guided him
by the shoulder to the restroom.  Urination was always easier, not
requiring hands to be released.  When he was done, Kye resumed his place on
the floor and Trey secured the cock ring, nice and snug.

     Dom came through the door, carrying bags of groceries in both arms.

     "Almost dropped these when I reached for the door handle.  Sure wish
we had some extra help around here," as he nodded in Kye's direction.
"Good help is hard to find."

     "Don't pick on Kye.  He's kinda tied up right now," Trey laughed,
almost choking at his own joke.  Kye showed no emotion.

     "Well, don't just stand there.  Help me carry in the groceries."

     "Did you see the old man?" Trey inquired as he followed Donnie out to
the car to help.

     "Yeah, Gregorson was there, and I was lucky to not run into him until
I was checking out.  He doesn't like to give people shit while they are
paying for their groceries.  He's always afraid customers will get pissed
off and do their shopping somewhere else.  So he followed me out of the
store and asked if I had found work.  He told me that he'd always be
willing to give me a bad reference.  I just told him to go fuck his
daughter.  It would probably make her day."  Now it was Dom's turn to
chuckle.

     They both turned as Donnie drove his car over the crest of the hill,
and down to his regular parking spot.  Mitch, in the passenger's seat,
looked like he's seen a ghost.

     "What's up, buddy?" Trey asked as Mitch got out of the car.  From the
other side, Donnie shook his head vigorously from side to side, and waved
for Trey and Dom to go into the house.  He moved quickly around the back of
the car and grabbed Mitch under the arm, steadying him as the two
approached the house.

     Kye could see by the look on Trey and Dom's faces that something was
up.  They gathered in the dining room, and got a chair for Mitch to sit on.
Donnie guided him into the dining room, and he sat.  Trey looked at Donnie,
and Donnie formed his hands into a "time-out" signal.  So they all just
stood there for a minute, until Mitch broke the silence.

     "I think I'm done with therapy," Mitch said in a voice just above a
whisper.

     Trey approached the chair and got down on his hands and knees so that
he could look up into Mitch's face as it hung slightly towards the floor.
"What are you talking about, Mitch?  Buddy?"

     Mitch didn't respond, so Dom took the initiative.  "Mitch has been
making good progress for a few weeks, but today, the therapist hit pay
dirt.  He found where all the crap is coming from, and now Mitch knows what
he has to do to get the monkey off his back.  But it's his choice."

     Dom raised an eyebrow as he now inquired, "His choice?"

     Donnie looked expectantly at Mitch, but he remained on the chair, head
down, eyes partly closed, as though he had no strength.  Donnie waited,
then asked, "Mitch, do you want to take it from here?"  Slowly, Mitch
wagged his head up and down to indicate in the affirmative, and he sat
upright, looking as though he was gathering his strength.  After a moment,
he rose from the chair.

     Mitch began speaking, to no one in particular, in a quiet voice, as
tears began to flow from his eyes.  "I feel so inadequate, so unfulfilled,
so lonely because at an important time in my life, my parents turned their
back on me.  When they found out about the rape in the football locker
room, Dad asked if I asked for the rape, and he asked if I was gay.  Then
he threw me out, and before we could heal the split, the misunderstanding,
they died.  And all along, I've been blaming one person for causing that
hurt that I
 carried.  One person caused the rift between my dad and me, and I need
closure to that episode, so I can get on with my life."

     Mitch slowly walked to the dining room table.  "Kye?"

     No one had been aware that Kye, too, was quietly crying.  He crawled
out from under the dining room table, as far as his scrotal tether would
reach, and curled up at Mitch's feet.

     Mitch reached down, and released the tether from the D-ring.  He
reached under Kye's chin and lifted it so that Kye could look into his
eyes.  "Get up," Mitch stated quietly.

     Kye rose, and stood absolutely still in front of Mitch.  Neither Kye
nor anyone else but Mitch knew what was coming next.  Having known him for
the longest time, Trey thought they might need to move quickly to keep
Mitch from killing Kye.  He motioned for Dom and Donnie to step closer.

     Mitch was less than two feet away from Kye, and staring straight into
his eyes.  He began to speak.  "The therapist reminded me of something very
similar to something that my parents had told me when I was a lot younger.
Mom said, `Grudges only hurt the person who holds them.'  My dad used to
tell me the same thing in a little different way.  He said, `When you hate
someone, or hold a grudge, you are giving that other person control of your
life.  You're twisted in knots, and they not being affected.  You've got to
let go, not for them but for you.'  The therapist said that to move on, I
need to forgive you because that hate is controlling my life, and no one
deserves that much power in anyone's life."

     Mitch continued.  "Kye, you fucked me in front of the football team,
and took control of my team.  And then my parents found out, and were
totally crushed.  I never got the chance to make it right with them, and
I've been struggling ever since.  Struggling to prove myself.  Struggling
with relationships.  Just struggling.  And the therapist says I'll continue
to struggle until I forgive you."

     Mitch stopped talking for a moment.  Tears continued to course down
Kye's cheeks, but he remained silent.

     "I hated you for a long time.  Part of me still hates you, but I need
to move on.  So...I forgive you."

     Kye dropped his head down and began to sob.  Mitch reached his hand
under Kye's chin, and raised it to look into his eyes.  "And you are free
to go."  Mitch reached behind Kye and released the tether on his hands.
Then he reached down and released the cock and ball strap.  Finally, Mitch
circled one hand, then the other, around Kye's flaccid cock and began
applying pressure softly.  As he increased the pressure, he began to slowly
move up and down Kye's cock, wanking him.  To the guys, it looked like a
slow motion hand-job.  Mitch never broke eye contact with him as Kye
continued to sob.  It only took a minute for Kye to become hard as steel
and then shoot a load that had been straining for release for months.  He
shot all over Mitch's legs, but Mitch never acknowledged the deposit.

     "Your clothes are in the spare bedroom.  You are free to go," Mitch
said with a measure of relief.

     Trey, Donnie and Dom just stood there as Mitch turned, walked down the
hallway, and entered his bedroom, where he lay down exhausted, and fell
asleep.  Kye reached down to the floor, picked up the cock strap and
attached it back over his scrotum.  Then he tethered himself to the I-hook
under the dining room table, and curled up there.

     The three men went outside to discuss just what had happened.  They
left the door open, and for the first time in months, nothing was stopping
Kye from leaving the house, yet when Mitch arose from his sleep, he found
Kye still curled up under the table.

     As Mitch walked through the dining room to the kitchen, Kye's eyes
followed him.  Mitch grabbed a beer, walked back through the dining room,
and out the door to join the others.  No sooner had he sat down and took a
deep gulp from the beer can, he noticed that Kye was lying right next to
him on the ground.  It was chilly outside, as this was very early spring,
yet Kye lay there naked, absolutely still.  Mitch turned to the other men
and began to discuss the day's events, other than the therapy session.
After a few minutes, Mitch could feel a slight shaking coming from the
chair.  Actually, Kye was lying up against the chair and his shivering made
the chair vibrate.

     "Hey, fuckwad, I said you are free to go.  Get out of my face, okay?"
Mitch was close to shouting.

     "No," came the quiet but firm reply.

     "I forgave you.  I want to move on with my life.  So get the fuck
outta my life."  And Mitch spit into Kye's face.

     Kye continued to look up at Mitch, even though Mitch had now turned
his face away.  "I choose to stay, if you will let me."  And with that, he
wiped the spittle from his face with his fingers and then stuck them into
his mouth, sucking them clean.

     Over the next few days, Mitch mostly ignored Kye, and the other three
went about their usual business.  Kye began cleaning, doing laundry,
scrubbing and vacuuming floors, and even tried a little cooking, all the
while staying out of everyone's way.  He let the men eat their meals
together, and ate his meals alone, after they were done.  At night, he
slept in the dark in the playroom.  He had no idea how long the four men
would let him stay.  He assumed that he and Mitch would come to words,
since it would be difficult for Mitch to move on in his life with Kye
hanging around.  Kye only knew that he would rather serve these four men
than anything else he could choose to do.

     Now, Kye sat in the dark in the playroom.  He had been free for a
week.  True to his word, Mitch had not gone back to his therapy today.  And
after the evening meal, Dom had asked for a "meeting of the house" but
indicated that Kye was not invited.  "After you eat, stay in your room, and
wait," Dom had told him in a serious voice.  And here he was, waiting for
whatever would come next.  Tonight might be the night that he'd been
dreading for a week now.  The night when he was forced to leave this house.

     Maybe Mitch had convinced Dom that Kye had to go.  Maybe they were all
fed up with him.  Maybe Mitch had a change of heart, and wanted to punish
him again.  All Kye knew was that he couldn't hear anything.  Whatever they
were discussing, it was not causing any loud discussion, so they must be
agreeing on something.  Kye was sure he wasn't going to like whatever the
something turned out to be.

     He thought he heard someone at the door, for about the tenth time
tonight.  Shadows under the door moved past, then some shadows stopped at
the door.  The knob turned, and Trey opened the door.  Donnie was right
behind him.  Trey spoke.

     "Kye, we have a job for you."


...to be continued...