Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2015 17:35:57 -0400
From: JAMES HEADY <vector18@msn.com>
Subject: a Safe Place--Chapter 6

A Safe Place
By
James

Disclaimer

This story deals with sexual as well as romantic situations between
teenaged males.  If you're offended by such material, or are not of the
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Chapter 6

Continuing in 2015

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Kevin

As the days continued after I said and did what I did to Caleb that night,
my parents had tried to talk to me and they grounded me from TV and my
computer, but they hadn't taken my privileges to go out.  It was a good
thing, since Richie was demanding me to come with him for sex every
afternoon after school and on the weekends.

I was getting beaten down by it all and several times, I thought about
taking my own life.  I knew that one thing in my dad's medical bag was a
scalpel.  I knew where his medical bag was and I kept the thought in the
back of my mind.

As I got ready to go out on a Friday night after Richie called my cell, I
heard a knock on my door.  I opened it and Alicia was standing in the hall.
I let her in and she looked at me.

"Are you alright Kevin?" she asked truly concerned.

"I'm fine," I said as my rage began to build.  "I'm so sick of you, Caleb
and mom and dad asking me that all the time!"

"I'm sorry," she said close to tears.  "It's just that you're not acting
like yourself lately and what was that a few nights ago about you hitting
dad and grabbing Caleb like that.  Then as for what you said to Caleb about
his blindness.  Kevin, how could you!"

She was close to crying now, but it didn't mean much to me.  My focus was
only on getting out of there, to Richie then back home so I could get to
bed.  Sleep was the only thing that helped, but in the past couple of
nights I was beginning to have dreams where Richie outed me to the school,
my other friends, Caleb, Alicia and our parents.  I would wake up screaming
and my mom would try to comfort me.  I'd beg for her to leave me alone and
thankfully, she would.

"Like I said," I replied stepping close to Alicia and feeling my rage
spread over me like a cancer.  "I'm fine.  You better fucking watch your
step.  You keep fucking with me like this, I'll have to teach you a
lesson."

"My god Kevin," she said stepping back.  "I really don't even know who you
are any more.  You're so cold and hateful."

Something in me began to let go and I grabbed her by the arm and pulled her
towards me.

"Kevin!" she yelled trying to pull away.  "What the hell!"

"Back the fuck off now," I growled at her.  "You just fucking back off now
little girl."

Somehow, I calmed down and looked down at my hand holding tightly on to her
arm.  I quickly let go and looked at her.  She had put her hands to her
eyes and was crying.

"You're fucking psycho!" she yelled and fled my room.  I then stepped out
of my room and saw Caleb coming up to me.

"What happened?" he asked.  "I heard Alicia yell."

I got up in his face and grabbed him by his shirt.

"You mind your own fucking business you fucking idiot blindy," I said
softly and hatefully to him.  "Maybe you'd learn a bit more about keeping
out of other people's business if you'd get a set of working eyes you
fucking blink."

I pushed him away from me and he lost his balance and fell on his face.  He
was crying now and I could hear pain, real pain in his sobs.

"I didn't think you hated me that much," he said through his tears.

"Just get the fuck out of my way!" I screamed at him at the top of my
lungs.  He got up as best as he could and ran to his room slamming the
door.  I quickly left and met up with Richie at the abandoned building.

"Got a new thing for ya tonight queer," he said pulling me inside.  "You're
going to quit holding out on me tonight.  You're going to give me what I've
been asking for."

I knew what he wanted.  He had been pressuring me for several weeks now for
me to let him take me in my ass.  I kept saying no, but obviously he had
run out of patients.

"I told you I'm not ready for that," I said trying to pull away.

"I am," he said pulling me back and up against him.  "If you fight me, I'll
go straight to your parents, brother and sister.  I'll make sure that they
will all hate you.  I'll also make sure that I get them to think that
you've been the one to force me to do things."

"You're sick," I said.  The slap sounded like a pistol shot in the
darkness.  My face was on fire and I began crying.  "Why Richie, why are
you doing this to me?"

"Because I want sex and I want it now you faggot," he said and grabbed me.
After slapping me on my shoulders and knocking me to the ground, he held a
small pocket knife in front of my eyes.  He moved it closer and smiled.

"This looks small, but it can do a lot of damage," he whispered.  "Get
undressed now."

I lay there for a moment, then he suddenly was on top of me getting my
clothes off and broken down, I just lay there while he did it.

"Good thing I didn't have to cut off your clothes," he said laughing.
"Would have liked to have seen how you would have explained that to your
parents, brother and sister.  That's okay, I would have done it for you.
Now I'm going to get you lubed up with my spit.  Didn't have much money for
KY and I think you need some sting with this.  Show you how a real man
takes it."

"No Pleas!" I yelled as my tears began to fall again.  "Richie, please
don't do this to me!  They say it really hurts and I'm not ready for this!"

"Shut up fag," he said softly.

It hurt when he slid in to me.  He didn't slam in to me, which was what I
was afraid of, and it still hurt never-the-less.  It still hurt and as he
got harder and faster, the pain began to get worse.

After it was over, I lay there on my back.  I felt completely used,
violated and I was worried that he had ripped something down there.  He lay
beside me turned towards me watching me with a satisfied smile on his face.

"Now I got what I wanted," he said and laughed.  "I always figured that
you'd be better than a girl's cunt and I was right.  Thanks for that."

I didn't say anything, there wasn't anything to say.

"I guess you're still too over-come with the high after a good come to
answer right now, but we still have more fun before the night is out."

I began to shake.  What more could he have in mind?  Then I heard it.

"Okay guys," he yelled turning to his left.  "You can come out now!"

I was confused by the non sequitur, then I saw several blinding flashes.  I
then understood with horror that they were camera flashes.  I looked once
my vision cleared and saw all my friends, both the guys and girls with whom
I made friends at school.  They were all here, they must have been watching
this whole time while Richie fucked me!

"What the hell!" I yelled trying to stand, but falling to my knees.

"Damn Richie," Greg, one of the guys said.  "I didn't think you'd actually
go through with it.  Yeah, we joked about paying you money if you took his
little faggot ass, but I thought it was going to be just that, a joke."

"What the fuck is he talking about Richie?" I asked with horror.

"Go ahead," Richie said with a sadistic smile on his face.  "Tell him what
we had in mind."

"Well K Boy," Greg began stepping close to me.  "Or should I say Gay Boy,
funny how those two rime isn't it.  Anyway, I saw you looking at me and a
few other guys in the showers after P.E. the past several months.  I kind
of don't like fags checking out my goods, that's only for a hot babe to do.
Guess you didn't pick up on me not liking queers.  So I told Richie about
it and he kind of needs money."

"Yeah, gotta eat somehow," Richie said smiling at me.

"So anyway," Greg continued.  "Richie and I were back in the woods a few
months ago before 2012 began and we were just knocking back some beers I
took from my old man's cooler.  So I told Richie what I suspected and he
was just as sickened by it as I was.  That's when we thought of the plan
and after we got with the other guys and found out their views against fags
and after we found out that some of the chicks in our circle felt the same,
we put our plan in to action.  I just didn't think Richie would actually
fuck you in the ass.  I just thought he'd let you suck his dick.  Then him
going down on you the couple of times he did, damn Richie you must have
been desperate for cash."

"Just kept the money in my mind's eye while I got personal with this fag,"
Richie said punching me hard on the shoulder.  "And it was fucking nasty
taking your junk in my mouth you fucking freak."

He said all that looking right at me and I saw the absolute disgust and
hate in his eyes.  They all were looking at me in that way.

"Oh yeah," Randy, another boy said.  "We filmed all of this with our cell
phones.  We got it on video and if you agree to keep your mouth shut, we'll
hold on to it and we won't send it to anyone."

"No!" I yelled completely panicked now.  "You can't tell anyone, you can't
send that to anyone, please!"

"Oh, you mean like the teachers?" Greg said.  "Or the other kids, or our
parents or your parents?"

"No!" I screamed and fell to the ground.

"Or maybe your brother and sister," Richie said smiling.  "Hey, I've seen
your sister around, fuck is she hot for 13.  I'll bet she's fucking rocken
in bed.  I'll bet Caleb's going to turn out to be a fag.  I don't know,
something just tells me that.  Anyway, he tries to make a pass at me, I'll
fix him."

"No!" I yelled getting up on my knees to face Richie.  "You stay the fuck
away from both my brother and sister!  You leave my parents alone also!"

"You know what the best part about teaching Caleb a lesson would be?"
Richie went on as if he hadn't heard me.  "It's that he's blind and can't
see the fist coming until it lands.  Taking him would be easy."

"No you Bastard!" I yelled and threw up a fist.

"Go ahead," Richie said.  "Do it.  I just have to press one button and this
fucking movie goes viral."

I fell to the ground sobbing now.  I wondered at that point, and not for
the first time what the hell I had gotten myself in to with Richie.  He had
been over to my house a couple of times, but stayed long enough to pick me
up and in all of that time, my family didn't ever get to know him at all.
I wouldn't really give them the most enlightening answers about who he was
either, so that further kept them in the dark.

"Aww," Greg said with mock sympathy.  "The little fag is crying.  Didn't
get the second fucking he wanted?"

"Fuck that," Richie said.  "I'm not getting my dick in that again, fuck
that.  I kept my end up, now hand it over!"

Unbelievably, Greg and the others actually pulled out of their pockets
several bills and handed them over.  Richie took one from the hand-full and
held it out to me.

"No," I said looking down.  "I don't want it."

"No, I insist," he said smiling.  I looked up and he let the money fall to
the ground.  I saw the bill lying on the ground and the glow coming from
their flashlights illuminated it and I saw that it was a one dollar bill.
Richie picked it up and found my shorts.  He stuffed it in one of the front
pockets and turned to smile at me.

"You got your cut, now it's time to go," he said.

"Wait," I said standing on rubbery legs.  "You're giving me money after
what you did?"

"You mean after you let me take you in the ass," he pretended to correct.
"You wanted it, I didn't do anything to you that you didn't already want
from the start.  And you now have money for it."

"So that makes me'''," I began to say.

"Yes Kevin," he said.  "A whore; it makes you a faggot little whore."

One of the girls named Mandy stepped forward.  She smiled and held her
phone out.  She took a couple of pictures, then looked down at me.

"I can't believe you'd turn out to be a fucking queer," she said.  All of
them took a turn at verbally insulting me, then Richie told me to get
dressed.  He walked me out of the building with the guys and girls
following behind.  I knew deep down that they'd go along with this.  They
were after all, followers.

"So, fag," Richie said turning to me.  "I've had my fun with you.  You call
or come around me ever again, you'll lose your family.  I'll even give
Caleb a taste of what I did to you.  So we shouldn't have any trouble
understanding one another should we."

Over that weekend, I had shut down.  I stayed in bed and kept my parents
and siblings away by telling them that I was sick with a bug.  I did have
some stomach pains and diarrhea, but I just thought that it was stress.  I
didn't look in the toilet bowl, and had I done so, then I would have seen
blood, but I wasn't worried about that at the time.  Monday of that
up-coming week was when it all came to a climax though.

Early that Monday morning, my parents told me that they were going to work
and my siblings after quickly telling me that they'd be going out for the
day, left my room as fast as they could.  It wasn't lost on me at that
moment, Caleb and Alicia were afraid of me.  After I heard the door to the
house close a second time when Caleb and Alicia left, I lay there in my
bed.  In the silence of that house, with my parents having just left and my
siblings having just left as well, I was alone.  I replayed for the
millionth time the night where Richie took me.  A small part of my mind
called it rape, but I didn't fully accept that understanding of it at that
time.  Lying there in that moment on that morning, I felt the walls closing
in on me.  I felt my body begin to gush with sweat and my breathing began
to get labored.  I then could swear that I saw eyes looking in the windows
at me while I lay in bed.  Worse of all, I could have sworn that I saw
Richie's hateful and mocking eyes watching me, looking directly at me.  I
sat up with what strength I had left and stared wide-eyed at the windows
and the eyes I thought I saw there.

"Mooooooom, Daaaaaaaaaad!!!!!!!!" I screamed to the top of my lungs.
Pleeeeeaaaaase!  Coooooooooooooome baaaaaaaaack!  Someone, anyone!  Help
meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

I fell back on the bed and was sobbing.  I began to see figures materialize
in the room.  I saw Richie smiling cruelly at me and he was walking towards
me with his erection leading the way.

"Noooooo!!!!!" I screamed and got up.  I ran from the room and ran to my
dad's study.  I knew what I had to do.  I wanted the fear, pain and terror
to be over.

I found my dad's medical bag and got the scalpel out of it.  I looked at it
in the light and felt a sense of finality.

Author's Notes

This story line will probably run through the next chapter and though I
realize it's a horrible part of the story to read, it's something we all
need to be aware of.

So everyone have a good weekend and I'll see you all in Chapter Seven.