Date: Tue, 29 Mar 2005 16:55:16 -0700 From: Patrick Rupert <patrickgay18@hotmail.com> Subject: Into His Own Legal notice The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if, *you are not 18 years of age, *if it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, *or if you don't want to read about gay people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's expressed permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions, or other "constructive" comments or advice may be sent to: Patrickgay18@hotmail.com Chapter 3. Jason woke up, and for a second he didn't know where he was. He looked around and then remembered the locker room. He started looking around the room and really wasn't surprised. It was small, white, and dull. Jason scanned the room looking for a clock and finding one, he had to squint to really see it. Three thirty in the morning. Jason reached up to turn on the light. And he felt it, (clink); Jason looked at his right hand and it was handcuffed to the bed. What the hell? This must have been what his mother was talking about. He won't run, shit. Jason laid his head back down on the pillow trying to recall the dream he had had. He was running down a street naked him and Brad. But Brad wasn't chasing after him he was running with him. But both Brad and Jason were running away from someone or something. But no matter how far or how fast they ran they weren't getting anywhere. They were running and running and suddenly Jason tripped. And Brad just kept on running. Jason sat there on the bed and shook the dream out of his mind. Brad wouldn't do that; I know Brad, and he wouldn't do that. He sat there thinking about it for another second. Why was he running naked and why dose everybody always have a dream about doing something naked? "Brad would have stopped and helped me." Jason was speaking aloud to himself. Jason put the dream out of his mind and closed his eyes. Within a matter of seconds he was asleep again. Jason woke up later on and just laid there for a second with his eyes closed. He could hear his mother talking to a male voice he didn't know. "Can't you give him a while so I can talk to him? Can't you just wait?" "Ma'me I have to talk to him now; I can't wait. I've put it off for as long as I can. I'm sorry but I have to wake him now. You can be here if you can control yourself but I have two officers outside the door that will gladly escort you away." "Ok, ok, but I can tell him not to answer a question if I like." "Yes Ma'me you can. That's not a problem." "Just please don't scare him." "Ma'me I have to do my job, and that's all I'm here to do." Jason could still hear them, but he didn't want to open his eyes. "Jason? Jason?" Jason opened his eyes slightly and looked at his mother. "Jason this is Officer Porter. He wants to ask you some questions. Can you sit up for me dear?" Jason sat up and looked at the cop and then back at his mother. "Where's dad?" "He wanted to be here Jason, but he had to work; he couldn't get out of it." The cop interrupted Jason's mother and Jason looked at the police officer. "Hi Jason, my name is Officer Porter. I'd just like to ask you a few questions about yesterday? Is that ok with you?" "Umm, yea I guess." "Ok first of all, what started this yesterday?" Jason really didn't want his mom to be here to hear this. "Mom can you step out of the room please, I have to do this alone." "Jason I really think I..." "Mom please, I need to do this alone." Jason's mother gave him a confused look for a second then smiled. "Ok Jason, but if you need me I'll be out in the hall, ok sweetie?" "Ok mom." Jason's mom walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. "Ok I'm ready to talk." "Ok Jason, what happened yesterday in the locker room?" Jason knew that the only way to get past this was to be completely honest, well for the most part. "Ok. In the locker room people have their cliques, just like in the commons and lunchroom. You have your basketball jocks, your football jocks, your homosexuals and everybody else." Jason started to think up a lie to get him out and he had been thinking about it last night and he had it figured out. "Jason I don't need to know all of that only what happened yesterday." "I had some family pictures in my pocket, and I pulled out my pants to get dressed after showering and the pictures fell out of my pocket. I picked them up as fast as I could; I didn't want anybody to see them; they were my business and my business only. Well Brandon came around the corner and saw me pick up the last one. And he started shouting 'Hey guys, Jason's got porn'. Everybody started running around the corner demanding to see the pictures." "I told them several times that I didn't have any, but they wouldn't listen to me. They kept pushing to see the pictures and I kept saying no. Brandon put his hand on my shoulder and shook me. I had just got out of the shower and I didn't want him touching me. I was naked I didn't even have a towel on. I pushed him away, and told him not to touch me when I was naked. He almost fell over and every body else caught him. He said I had a fucking attitude, and I told him to go to hell. Brandon tried to punch me and I ducked. Brandon's fist hit the locker instead of me and he screamed and called me a motherfucker. I punched him in the chest three times and slammed his face up against the locker. He screamed that I had broken his nose and pulled out his knife and he cut my arm. I was on the ground grabbing my arm when Brandon jumped on me and started beating my chest." "Coach pulled him off and started to leave. Brandon got up and charged at me, he ran into my chest and I tackled him to the ground I was hitting him when coach threw me off and went to call 911. Then you guys showed up and hauled us off." "Officer Porter is Brandon going to be ok?" The cop looked at him for a second trying to take in all that Jason had just said. "Yea he'll be fine. He had twenty-three stitches and his nose is fine." "Am I going to be ok to go home today?" "From the way I see this, and from the reports I got from the other guys in the locker room, and from what the coach saw, this was self-defense and you get to go home. The hospital is releasing you in about an hour." Jason's head fell back on his pillow and a sigh of relief escaped him. "Well it's been a pleasure talking to you Jason, take care." The officer got up and walked out of the room and Jason's mother walked in. "Well how did it go?" "It went fine mom. I get to go home in about an hour and the cop knows it was self-defense." "Is that what it was Jason? From what I hear the other boy Brandon is a lot worse off?" "What do you mean is that how it was? You don't believe me?" "It's not that Jason; it's just..." "...Excuse me Ma'me?" The cop had walked back in the room and was holding a file. "Ma'me, I just radioed in and I was told by my supervisor to show you the pictures of the other boy if you wanted to see them. Do you want to see them?" Jason's mother looked at Officer Porter then at Jason then back at Officer Porter. "Umm, yes, I might as well." Officer porter handed Jason's mother the file. "Err, Ma'me before you open that, that picture was taken as soon as the boy was brought in; it's really not that bad. Jason's mother opened the file and gasped. Huh! A hand flew to his mother's mouth and she dropped the file. "M...my son did this?" "Yes Ma'me he did, but I can assure you that it was in self defense." Jason's mother picked up the file and looked at Jason. "Have you seen these Jason?" "No. And mom, he said it wasn't that b..." "Have you seen these pictures Jason?" Jason's mother had stood up, she was screaming at him and holding the picture inches from his face. "Every time this kid is going to look in the mirror or have somebody stare at him because of his scars. You remember that you did that to him." Brandon had blood covering over half of his face. All of the cuts were still bleeding and the nose had stopped. Brandon's left eye was swollen shut and he had a fat lip. Jason put his hand up and pushed the file down. Tears were streaming down his mother's face. "Mom it was self defense." "Ma'me it was self-defense, this Brandon just chose the wrong guy to pull a knife on." "Thank you officer, you can go." Jason's mother handed him back the file and he walked out. "Mom I'm sorry." "Jason I don't blame you and I can't believe I'm going to say this but, I would rather you could defend yourself than if you couldn't." "Mom I'm really thirsty. Do you think you could go grab me a Dew or something?" "Yea I'll be right back." Jason's mother walked out of the room. Jason closed his eyes and laid his head down on the pillow. He was thinking about the events that just took place and how easily he was getting out of this, when he realized he couldn't feel his legs. He lifted up the blanket and looked under; he was in a hospital gown that barely covered right above his thighs and up. His legs looked fine and were warm to the touch. "Oh sorry Jason, am I interrupting?" At first Jason thought it was his mother but after a second thought he knew it couldn't be. Jason lifted his head above the blanket and let it fall. Brad was standing in the doorway leaning on the wall. "Hey, how are you?" "Better now." "Good, good." Jason looked down and spoke quietly. "So I guess you heard about what happened yesterday?" "Only bits and pieces it was kept pretty quiet, I was hopping you could tell me what happened." "Umm yea I guess. I was in the locker room and I had a fight with Jeremy and I had just got out of the shower. I opened my locker and the pictures fell out. I tried to pick them up but Brandon saw one and started screaming 'Porn, Jason has porn'." Jason was rambling. "Wait a minute Jason, what pictures?" "The pictures somebody took that night from outside your window." "Wait! What? Nobody took pictures!" "Jeremy must have Brad, he put them in my locker with a note." "What did the note say?" "I MADE COPIES!" "Jason I want you to listen to me, Jeremy was with Kristin all that night he didn't take any pictures." "Well somebody did, do you think somebody else saw?" "They must have; it's the only explanation." "So somebody else knows, and they probably want something else too." Brad clenched his hands into fists and punched the bed. "Holy shit! I thought this couldn't get any worse? Maybe it was Jeremy that took the pictures and he lied about being at Kristin's house." "I don't know. It's possible but I don't think so." "Jason something else happened yesterday." "What?" "I was home because I don't have a forth period. I was sitting on the couch when the front door flew open and Jeremy came flying through. Jeremy ran up the stairs walked over to me and grabbed my crotch hard. Jeremy was screaming at me about something I didn't do. Jason he said things like, 'What the fuck did you say to him Brad? I just was through talking to him and he's pissed, what the fuck did you say Brad?' I tried to tell him I didn't know what he was talking about and he got worse. I had never seen him like this. He let me go and punched me hard in the face, and walked into our mom's room." "I could hear him going through my mom's top drawer and he took off out the front door slamming it behind him. Then I got in my jeep and drove to the school to see if you were ok. I saw the police cars and I couldn't find you. I went home and tried to call you but I got nothing. This morning when I was eating breakfast at school, I heard that you were taken to the hospital. I came right here, Jeremy was pissed and I want to know what happened yesterday." "Brad I was just about to change into my gym clothes when Jeremy came in. I had waited until nobody else was around to do it so they wouldn't see...it. Jeremy started saying, oh come on Jason you're usually not one to be embarrassed about being naked in the locker room. I was pissed and lost it. I told him, people change and maybe I wasn't who he thought I was. He got mad and stormed out of the locker room and I didn't see him for the rest of the day. I guess that's when he went home and talked to you. I'm sorry Brad I didn't even think he would come home and hurt you." "I'm sorry. It's not your fault; you didn't know he would hurt me Jason." A nurse walked in the room and smiled. "Oh, you're awake and you have a visitor, how nice." "Um, nurse? I can't feel my legs." "Yes that's due to the drugs we gave you; you lost a lot of blood on the way here." "Well how do I go to the bathroom?" "Do you need to?" "Yes." "I will send a male nurse up he will carry you to the bathroom. Unless of course your friend here could do it?" "Do you mind Brad?" Jason didn't care if Brad did it; Brad had already seen him naked, and he trusted Brad. "Yea I don't mind I'll take care of it." The nurse walked out of the room and Brad stood up. He lifted the cover off and put his left arm under Jason's knees. Then he put his right arm under the small of his back. Jason wrapped his left arm around Brad's neck and his right hand grabbed his left hand. He lifted Jason off the bed with ease and grace. Brad walked him to the bathroom, and Jason opened the door. It was somewhat funny; it seemed that Brad wasn't even trying to lift him. "You're very light Jason." "Yea I know." Brad used his right arm to pull up the back of Jason's gown, then sat him down on the toilet and turned around. "Shouldn't you be in school today Brad?" "Yea I took the day off to come and see you." "Really?" "Yea. I just had to make sure you were ok, I mean you've been put through enough already. And plus, if we're going to make it out of this thing were going to have to stick together." "Yea I know." Brad could hear Jason finish going to the bathroom and Jason flushed the toilet. Brad turned around looked at Jason "Are you done?" "Yea want to give me a hand?" "Oh suddenly you need my help to get you off the toilet." They both laughed and Brad walked over to pick him up. He picked him up in the same way and walked him out of the bathroom. Jason's mother was sitting next to the bed holding a drink "Oh Brad, I didn't know you were here." "Yea I thought I could help." "Jason they didn't have Mountain Dew but they did have Coke I hope that's ok." "Yea mom that's fine." Jason took the Coke and started to sip it. Brad stood up and picked up his bag. "Well Jason I half to get going." Jason's mother also stood up and looked at Brad. "You don't have to go just because I'm here; you can stay." "No it's ok I have some things I have to do anyway." Jason didn't really want Brad to leave. "See you later Brad." "Bye Jason. Maybe I'll see you at school in a few days?" "Yea maybe." Brad walked out of the room, and right as he went out the view of Jason's mother, turned around put his hand on the wall and smiled at Jason. Jason smiled back and Brad turned and walked down the hall. Jason watched Brad until he turned the corner and was out of sight then turned to his mother. "So when do I get to go home?" "I have to go down and sign some paperwork and then we can go. Ok?" "Ok mom." Jason's mother stood up, kissed her son on the forehead, and then walked out of the room. Jason closed his eyes and tried to relax until his mother came back. Jason was thinking about what just happened between Brad and himself, when he realized, he liked Brad. Brad was honest, reliable, and fun to talk to. When Jason talked to Brad, he felt safe and comfortable. Brad had that effect on people he made them feel like everything was ok and their problems were gone. Just then, Jason heard a nurse walk in with a wheel chair. Jason opened his eyes and it was the same nurse from earlier. "Hey Jason." "Hi." Jason sat up pulled the blanket off and grabbed his boxers from the side of the bed. Jason pulled them on and grabbed his pants. "So where did you're friend go?" "Oh, he had to go home; he has stuff to do." Jason finished pulling on his pants and leaned back to button them up. "Oh well it was nice of him to come." The nurse looked at Jason and brought up the wheel chair. The nurse slipped on Jason's shoes and sox and lifted him into the wheel chair. "So how long have you two been seeing each other?" "Oh were not..." "Oh don't be silly! I saw the way you looked at him when he left; it's ok, my son's the same way." "Well were kind of seeing each other but...I don't know." The nurse was pushing the wheel chair down the hallway towards the admittance desk. "See I knew it; I have a nose for these things." "Yea well, is it that obvious?" "No, I don't think I would have known if my son weren't gay." "Well my mom doesn't really know about us so please don't say anything." "Oh, I won't say anything, it's not my place." "I don't even know if I am. It's just a thought that I've just recently been toying with. How old is you're son?" "He's sixteen. So you don't know if you are or not?" "No, I've just been thinking about it." "Well some day you'll figure it out." They reached the admittance desk and Jason's mother walked up. "Hey Jason, I think we're ready to go." "Ok. Thanks nurse." The nurse pushed the wheel chair out to their car that was waiting in the emergency lane. The nurse picked up Jason and put him in the front seat. Jason buckled up his seat belt thanked the nurse and closed the door. The nurse walked over and talked with Jason's mother for about five minutes then she got in the car, closed the door and started the car. The drive home was quiet with the exception of the radio. They didn't say much to each other and Jason faced away from her for most of the ride home. Jason's heart dropped as they pulled in the driveway and Jason saw Jeremy sitting on the porch. He was wearing Levi shorts and a tank top. He was barefoot and walked over to Jason's side of the car and opened his door. "Hey Jason." Jason spoke quietly and calmly, "Hey Jeremy." Jason's mom got out of the car and looked over the roof of the car at Jeremy. "Hey Jeremy, could you possibly carry Jason up stairs? I'm not strong enough." Jason's mother didn't know what Jeremy was putting Jason through, and there was no way she could. Jason looked up at Jeremy hoping he would say he couldn't, and he would have to army crawl on the concrete through the dirt and up the stairs. Jason would rather crawl all the way than have Jeremy touch him but if he said no it would look suspicious to Jeremy. A fake smile spread across Jeremy's face. "Sure." "Thanks Jeremy." Jason's mother went inside and left the door open. Jeremy bent over Jason with his face really close to Jason's. "Are you ready?" Jason could feel him breathing on his neck. "Yea." "Ok, 1...2...3..." Jeremy picked him up and shut the car door with his foot. Jeremy was picking him up the same way Brad did but his right arm was more wrapped around his ass and his right hand was gripping Jason's left thigh and he wasn't as strong as Brad. He started walking up to the door at kind of a slow pace. He walked through the door and started making his way up the stairs. On the way up the stairs, Jeremy made Jason hit his head on the wall. Jason didn't know if it was on purpose or not but it still hurt like hell. "Oh sorry are you ok?" Jason was rubbing his head where it collided with the wall. "Yea I'm fine." He walked into Jason's room and set Jason on his bed. Jason heard a voice from downstairs and immediately recognized it as his mother's. "Jason I'm going out for about an hour, will you be ok until then?" "Yea mom, go ahead. I'll be fine." Jason heard the door open and close and then silence. Jeremy sat down next to Jason on his and put his hand on Jason's thigh "Jason, I just wanted to apologize about yesterday. I had just had a fight with George at lunch, (George was Jeremy's step dad), and well, you know how George can be an asshole. I mean that doesn't give me the right to take it out on you. In addition, I never should have made the comment about you being seen naked." The strangest feeling came over Jason and he forgave Jeremy. Jeremy started rubbing up Jason's thigh and to his cock. "Jason do you ever think about that day in sixth grade, when we were both in your room?" Jason's head dropped a little. "Yea on occasion." "What do you mean on occasion?" "I do every now and then." "Yea?" Jeremy's hand reached Jason's pubic area and he started to rub. Jason could feel Jeremy's hand now and looked down. Jason put a hand on Jeremy's, and Jeremy undid Jason's pants. Jeremy opened the two flaps on Jason's pants and Jeremy could see the lump in Jason's boxers where his cock was. He was about to put his hand on Jason's cock when Jason stopped him. Jeremy was about to get what he wanted, in Jason's pants. Jeremy took off his hand and put it on the other side of Jason. "But I thought..." "Shh." Jason put his right hand on the left side of Jeremy's face and kissed him. It was soft and sweet. It only lasted a second but Jason kind of liked it. "Close the door Jeremy." Jason really didn't understand what he was doing, he was so mad at Jeremy and he hated him for what he was doing to him. He was so horny right now and he didn't understand that either. How could he be so mad at Jeremy and still going in to have sex with him, it didn't make sense. Jason knew he would regret it after they were done, but right now he just wanted to get off. Jeremy got up shut the door and locked it. Jeremy lay down on the bed right next to Jason and put his left arm around him. They were kissing each other and rubbing each other's chest. Jason liked the feeling of Jeremy's lips on his and in his mouth. His tongue was soft and it moved in ways that Jason didn't know possible. It was slithering around in Jason's mouth like an eel, and Jason loved it. They stopped kissing and Jeremy was grinning from ear to ear. "I like the way you do that Jason." "Well practice makes perfect." Jeremy looked down at Jason's crotch and climbed on top of Jason and pulled Jason's pants and boxers down to his knees. Jason sat there on his back and pulled his shirt off over his head. Jeremy pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles and went to rest on Jason their cocks rubbing up against each other. Jeremy was making out with Jason again and he was rubbing his back. Jeremy got on his hands and knees and continued kissing Jason. Jason's hands were moving down Jeremy's back towards his ass. Jason got to his ass and started to rub. Jeremy stopped kissing him and looked deep into his eyes. "Do it you fucking bitch, finger me! Do it!" Jason started inserting his fingers into Jeremy's ass and Jeremy let out a moan. "Oh yea! Fuck yes! I like it!" Jeremy's ass was tight. Jason had two fingers in and he was going deeper and then out some then deeper then out some. Jeremy started sucking on Jason's neck. "Oh yea bitch, do it to me Jeremy." Jeremy was moving down his body working slowly towards Jason's cock. He was licking his nipple now and Jeremy could feel his hard nipple rubbing on his lips and tongue. "Bite it Jeremy, bite it." Jeremy bit down hard and Jason groaned. Jeremy kept moving down and reached his long hard cock. Jeremy looked up at him and smiled. "Hit me." "What?" "Hit me hard, ok?" Jason smiled and slapped Jeremy hard across the face. Jason hit him repeatedly. Jeremy tried to hide his head by holding it close to Jason's stomach. "You fucking bitch, you fucking bitch." Jason grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head up. "You fucking whore you can't hide." Jason punched him in the face and he let out a whimper. "Now get down there and blow me you piece of shit." Jason let go of Jeremy's hair and he went down. Jeremy buried his face in his pubic hair and started to rub. Oh so soft. Jeremy opened his mouth and went down on his cock. His dick sank into Jeremy's mouth with ease. Jeremy went all of the way down and started tonguing the dick inside his mouth. "Oh yea, fuck yea!" Jason had his right hand on the back of his head and was fucking his head. "Holy shit yea! Do it faster! Do it faster! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Jason was coming and it was going to shoot into Jeremy's mouth. All the problems of the last few days were gone and all there was, was Jeremy fucking his dick with his mouth. Jason came and it shot into Jeremy's mouth. Jeremy was trying to get off but Jason was holding him down. "You'll fucking take it, bitch, no getting out of this one! You fucking swallow!" Jeremy swallowed and Jason let him go. Jeremy climbed off and lay on the bed next to him breathing heavily. "How was it Jeremy?" "It tasted funny." "What do you mean funny?" "Well I expected it to be nasty and bitter. But it was sweeter than I would have first thought. I liked it at first when I was trying to get off that's because I was scared and I didn't know what to expect. It was sweet. I liked it." Jason got his face close and put a hand on Jeremy's chest. Jason started moving his hand down and grabbed hold of Jeremy's cock. "Well now it's time for me to return the favor." "Really?" "Uh huh." Jason put his head down and started licking Jeremy's balls. Jason had one of them in his mouth, he was letting it fall out, and then he would get it back using only his tongue. They were soft and salty, and Jason could feel the fresh pubic hair on his tongue. Jeremy was running his hands through his hair and moaning. "Oh shit that feels good!" Jeremy's balls were big and soft and he was rubbing his face on Jeremy's dick and balls. Jason kissed the base of Jeremy's penis and then started sucking on the base. Jason was wrapping his tongue around Jeremy's entire dick and moving it up and down Jeremy's penis. "Oh, fuck you're so good at that!" Jason took his dick and started sucking it furiously. I had only been about five minutes and he started coming. Jeremy didn't make such a big deal about it he just let out one loud scream. Jeremy blew his load into Jason's mouth and he drank it all up. Jason got off and they both smiled. "It tastes like honey." "Really?" "Yea and I love honey." They both kissed and Jeremy turned on the TV. They both sat there holding each other and watching TV. They were in the middle of Simpson's when Jason realized he made a huge mistake. Jason could feel his legs now so he got up got his clothes back on and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" "I'll be back in about fifteen minutes." "Oh, ok." Jason walked out and hurried down stairs to the kitchen. He grabbed some old pizza out of the fridge and threw it in the microwave. He couldn't believe what had just happened where did all of that anger come from? He liked sex; well the few times he had actually done it but that was crazy when he was slapping Jeremy. He had called him a bitch and a whore; he just couldn't believe it. Jason turned around to grab a glass and Jeremy was standing there fully dressed. "You think we made a mistake, don't you Jason?" He didn't know how Jeremy knew that was on his mind unless Jeremy was thinking the same thing but this was a lot easier. Jason tried to hide it for a second, and then thought he should just get it over with. "Yea Jeremy I do." "Why?" "Because we have a great relationship, and I don't want to ruin it." "It wouldn't ruin it; if anything it would make it stronger." "Well I think I like our relationship the way it is." "Jason, if we have it both ways, we can be friends and still get off whenever we want to." "Jeremy I love you. You're like my brother. We've known each other for years, and I don't want to destroy that, and I think you need to leave." "What?" "You need to leave." "You're kicking me out?" "Yea, I need some time to think." "Oh, ok. Well I'll call you later." "Please don't, I just need some time alone?" "Ok." Jeremy walked out the front door and didn't even say a word. Jason didn't really know what to do. Jeremy was a dick and he didn't want to fuck him again. But then again, they do have all of those years of knowing each other. Jason was confused, and he really didn't know what to do. It had been about two minutes then there was a knock at the door. Jason walked to the door opened it and looked around. A white van with tinted windows was pulling out of the driveway. Jason looked down and saw a box on the porch. Jason knew that this might be the other person so he took off at a run towards the van. The van sped up and Jason was inches from the back door. Jason reached out and grabbed the handle of the back door. The back door opened and the van gunned it. The van was out of his reach now and speeding up fast. Jason thought, license plate. Jason turned his attention to the license plate and saw that there wasn't one it had been removed. Fuck! The van rounded the corner, and Jason was worn down. He stopped running and just watched the van round the next bend. Fuck! Jason started walking home panting all the way. Jason went around the corner he had just run around and saw his mom's car pull into the driveway. Oh shit she's going to be pissed about me being outside. And then it hit him. Oh, fuck my mom's home that box is on the porch. Jason was exhausted but he didn't have a choice. Jason took off at a run; he had to get to that box before his mother did. He didn't know what was in it, but he had to get there first. Jason saw his mom get out of her car, and start walking up to the porch. She stooped, bent over and picked up the newspaper. Jason's mother started walking again and got to the porch. The front door was open and she stopped to look around. She was scanning the area and that's when she saw it. A little brown box sitting on the porch just begging to be opened. She picked up the box and shook it. Jason was running and he felt like he could pass out and die any minute. Jason's mother started opening the box and peered in. The corner was open and she was peeking in like something was going to jump out and bite her. Jason ran into the yard, up the porch, snatched the box from his mother's hands, and kept running inside. "It's mine mom." Jason ran through the living room, through the kitchen and up the stairs to his room. Jason collapsed on his bed and dropped the box next to his pillow. Jason caught his breath and sat up on the bed preparing himself for whatever was in the box. Jason opened the box and looked inside. There was a red pair of lace panties and a letter. Jason sure didn't like the look of this but he really didn't have a choice. Well depending on what the note said. Jason pulled out the note and opened it. I went to Jeremy's house to talk to him the other day and nobody came to the door so I went to the window and looked in. That's when I saw you in there with Brad. I ran home and got my camera, (this was a great photo opportunity and I couldn't miss it) I arrived back at Jeremy's house just as you blew your load all over yourself and I started taking pictures. I made copies and now I'm going to get what I wanted. I've had a crush on you for a long time and now it's my turn. Wear these all day tomorrow. I'll contact you with more information. If you don't follow what I say then I'll post these pictures on the school web site. It's ok Jason we're going to get along famously. Jason closed the note and set it back in the box. Jason pulled out the panties and held them up. Holly fuck this guy is sick! Jason was about to put them back in the box when his mom walked in. Jason shoved the underwear behind him and looked up. "Hey, mom what's up?" "What was that box about?" "Oh nothing, just Jeremy playing a prank. It's ok." "Oh, ok. Dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes." "Ok mom." Jason's mom walked out of the room and he shoved the underwear back in the box. Who was this guy? Why did he want him to wear them tomorrow? There wasn't any school it was Saturday. He picked up the box and slid it under his bed. As if he didn't have enough to deal with right now. Now this. He lay back on his bed and shut his eyes. Somehow, death seemed easier right now. He just wished he could just go to sleep and not wake up. It would be so much easier. So much easier... "Dinnertime!" Jason sat up and looked at the clock he had only been asleep for twenty minutes. He didn't know if he wanted to wake up or not. He got up and walked out his door. He made his way down stairs and sat down at the table. They were having homemade macaroni and cheese. They hadn't had this in a few months and he was starving because he hadn't had anything to eat since lunch yesterday. "It looks good mom." "Thanks Jason." Just then, the front door opened and Jason's dad walked in followed by Jason's older brother and sister. Jason was the youngest in his family and had two other siblings an older brother (Paul) who was eighteen, and his older sister who was older than Paul (Nicole) who was twenty-one. Paul and Nicole didn't live there, but always came over on Friday nights for dinner. "Hello my gorgeous wife." Jason's dad walked over picked up Jason's mom and swung her around. "Henry what's gotten into you?" "Oh, nothing just heard my boy got into a fight today because some kid pulled a knife on him and Jason didn't exactly lose." Jason's dad came over and slapped Jason on the shoulder. "Good job kid." "Henry don't congratulate him. The other boy had twenty-three stitches and will probably have scars the rest of his life." "Well yes dear, but it was self defense. If you ask me, that boy got a lesson taught to him." Paul walked over and gave Jason a nuggie. A long tradition in the family. Youngest child gets picked on and a nuggie when ever possible. "Yea Jason, I remember my first big real fight." Jason was tired of the recent things and needed something to keep his mind off it. "Yea and how did you do Paul?" "Actually, I got my ass kicked." Jason's mother had just set dinner on the table when she reached over and slapped Paul in the back of the head. "Don't use that language in this house." "Oh, mom we were only talking." "Well not like that and definitely not in my house." "Ok mom." Paul was known to be a smart-ass that was just how he was. Nicole finished putting away her coat and sat down. "Well I think it's barbaric. It's just a way for men to show off the size of their..." (Jason's mother knew what Nicole was going to say so she stepped in) "Nicole!" "...Ego. So what? Because I won, I have a bigger...ego?" They all laughed and sat down. Jason's mother looked really at no one, and had a sheepish look on her face. "Well big egos are known to run in the family." "Oh mom!" They all laughed and started to dish out the food. Paul started to eat his food listening to all of the chitchat and just blurted it out. "Oh yea mom, I'm getting married." "What!" "Yea I asked Breana to marry me last Friday that's why I wasn't here. I took her on a helicopter ride and a picnic. I popped the question and we're getting married." A smile spread across Paul's face. "And what happened after that is my business." Jason's mother looked like she was about to have a heart attack. "She said yes?" "No, I'm marrying myself; the cake will look so nice with just a groom on top. Of course, she said yes." Jason's mother jumped up and was hugging Paul. And Paul was pretending to choke. "Mom, mom air I need air." "Oh, stop it." "I'm just so happy." Jason's mom walked over and sat down again. "So when are you two going to do this?" Nicole, Jason, and Jason's dad just sat there, their mouths gapping in shock. Nicole leaned over to Jason. "I thought he was gay." "Me too." They both laughed and went back to eating. The rest of the meal went the same way with everyone talking about Paul's wedding and every now and then Henry would jump in take some cheap shot at Paul and they would all laugh hysterically. The meal ended and it was time for everybody to be getting home. Paul had work in the morning. Nicole had to get home to her husband and Jason's dad had work in the morning also. They were all at the door giving each other hugs and preparing to leave like they did every Friday. Jason was cleaning the table and Paul walked over. "Hey little dude can you come outside with me for a second? I have to talk to you about something." "About what?" "I'm not quite sure." "Then why do you need to talk to me?" "Can you just come outside?" "Yea sure." Paul and Jason walked out the back door and Paul had his arm around Jason. They got to the picnic table and Paul motioned towards the seat. "Take a seat." They both sat down on separate sides and Paul starred at Jason. "What's up Paul?" "That's what I'd like you to tell me. What's going on in you're life?" "Nothing." "That's not true. Mom told me what happened at breakfast this morning. That's not you Jason, so what's up?" Jason gave in and let out a sigh. "Oh it's just everything, school and home and everything." "Jason is there anything I can do to help?" "No, I don't think so." "I talked to mom, and she said it was ok if you wanted to come and live with me for a while." "What?" "Only if you want to, I don't mind. Just for a few weeks, just so you can, you know, find yourself." Jason got up and headed for the front door. Jason was pissed. How could his parents be trying to get rid of him? And just like that. Jason opened the door; his parents were sitting on the couch laughing at something Jason's dad had just said. Jason walked in and they both turned to look at him. "Jason you have to hear this joke it's hilarious." "You're trying to get rid of me!" "What?" "You're trying to get rid of me!" Jason's mother stood up and started to walk towards him. "No Jason, that's not how it is. We just wanted to give you some space of your own for a few weeks; we didn't mean anything by it." "Oh, bullshit you're trying to get rid of me." Jason's father stood up. "Watch your mouth young man." Paul walked in and put his hand on Jason's shoulder. "Jason this isn't like you, this isn't you." "Don't fucking touch me!" Jason took a few steps towards the stairs and stopped. "You don't know me Paul; none of you do, so don't even act like you fucking know me!" "You're cruising for a bruising; I said watch your mouth." Jason looked at his father and gave him the finger. Jason hadn't ever done that to his dad before it wasn't that he was afraid of his dad but that his dad deserved more respect. "Fuck you!" Jason walked upstairs and into his room. He could hear his father climbing the stairs after him. Jason turned around and looked at his father. "Who do you think you are Jason? Don't you dare close that door." Jason slammed the door and locked it. Jason laid on his bed his father pounding on the door. "Open this door right now! Jason if you don't open this door I'm going to break it down! Open the door!" Jason laid back and pushed his pillow over his face. "Open the door! Now!" Jason screamed through the pillow, "Fuck you!" "Open the goddamn door now!" Jason could hear his mother's voice through the door. "Just leave him be, just give him some time Henry." "I don't want to give him time I want to talk to him now! I want to see what his problem is." "Come on, let's go, it's ok talk to him in the morning. Come on let's go." Jason heard footsteps walk down the stairs and fade. Jason took the pillow off and just laid there. He could hear his parents talking in the kitchen. "But Molly I can't do that I want to know what's going on with him. Something is going on and I need to know." Jason turned on the TV to drown out the noise and got under the covers. He was exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep. Jason closed his eyes and went to sleep. Jason slept for almost five hours before waking up. The TV had one of those (searching for signal) things going on. He turned off the TV and laid back with his hands behind his head. Jason had been lying there a couple of minutes when his cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and looked to see who it was. The caller ID said it was a pay phone and there was a number. He didn't know who it was so he set down the phone. It stopped ringing and he set it to vibrate. He had just set it down when the phone started vibrating across the bedside table. He picked up the phone and it still said pay phone. Jason turned off the phone and set it next to the bed. He laid there trying to go to sleep but it wasn't exactly coming easy. He shut off his TV and closed his eyes. His eyes were closed for about two minutes when he started thinking about what him and Jeremy were doing earlier. He was thinking about the way Jeremy's cum tasted as it slipped down his throat. He was thinking about swallowing Jeremy's dick and how smooth it felt in his mouth. Jason was hard and he couldn't remember being so hard. Jason took the blanket off and pulled off his pants. Jason pulled his boxers down to his knees and grabbed hold of his cock. Jason was rubbing up and down on his cock and breathing heavily. Jason was thinking about Jeremy and about Brad. He jerked off at this pace for about fifteen minutes and started to speed up. It took forever for Jason this time but he loved every second of it. He was jerking off very aggressively and he could feel himself coming. "Oh, fuck yea! Oh, shit!" Jason didn't let go of his dick when he was coming he just kept jerking off. Jason shot his load all over it shot up in the air and came back down. It hit him in the face, chest, and legs. It was warm and it was all over him. Jason finished coming and just laid there breathing heavily and rubbing his cock. Jason stood up and walked into his bathroom. Jason took off the rest of his clothes and jumped in the shower. Jason washed all the sticky cum from his body and washed his hair. He was in the middle of washing his hair when he thought he heard a noise in his room. Jason opened up the shower and peered out. He didn't see anybody but then he thought he heard a noise again. (Clunk) Jason stepped out of the shower and walked to his door. "Mom? Is that you?" Jason looked at his clock and saw that it was it was almost eleven thirty. He turned around and walked back to his shower. He stepped into the shower and finished washing his hair. He finished showering and walked out of his bathroom and into his walk in closet. He started pulling on his clothes and noticed the lock to the trunk was lying on top of the trunk. He walked over and picked up the lock. He set it on the floor and opened the trunk. He nearly jumped back as he saw what was inside the trunk. There was some nude magazines hustler, penthouse, playboy, dude, playgirl, and body. Jason couldn't figure out why there was straight porn and gay porn but it didn't matter there were more things in the trunk that scared him more. There was a whip, a dildo, a Mr. Nose, an electronic pussy, a man's ass and a huge bottle of lube. Jason shut the trunk and was about to put the lock on when the light of his room turned off. Jason turned around and tried looking around. "Who's there?" The light in his bathroom was still on and Jason saw a person walk into the doorway of his closet. "Who are you?" "I'm the person that gave you that box, and the person who gave you all your new toys." "I don't want 'em; you can take 'em all back." "Oh no Jason they're yours now." "I don't want 'em." "Oh, you'll want 'em, just give it time." "Get the fuck out of my room!" "You've got a mouth on you boy." The figure walked towards Jason and grabbed him. Jason knew he had heard that voice before but he couldn't put his finger on it. Jason knew it was the voice of a teenager not a man but a teenager. "Jason the more you cooperate the easier this will be." The boy started to tie Jason's hands to the clothes rack and got on his knees. Jason swung and hit the boy in the stomach. The boy arched over in pain and started coughing. Jason took off from the closet towards the door. Jason got to the door and pulled it, it wouldn't budge it was still locked from earlier. Jason saw the boy coming out of the closet and dove over his bed towards the window. The other boy came running and tripped. The boy's face hit the bedpost. When he hit the bed, blood went all over Jason's bed. "You fuck!" Jason was heading towards his window; he got to the window and a breeze was filling the room. Jason started to climb out, when a hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around. The boy punched Jason hard in the ribs not once, but twice. Jason couldn't breath but he wrapped his hands around the boy's neck. The boy slammed Jason in the crotch with his knee and Jason nearly fell out of the window. The boy grabbed Jason, pulled him back in, and wrapped his arm around Jason's neck and squeezed cutting off Jason's air. "Listen you fuck, you'll be good or I'll beat the shit out of you!" Blood was dripping from the ski mask onto Jason's chest. The boy dragged Jason to the closet and tied his hands to the clothes bar. "Now be good for just a second; I'll be right back." The boy had just barely walked out of the closet when there was a knock at Jason's door. "Jason honey, are you all right?" The boy quickly walked back into the closet and put his hand over Jason's mouth. "Answer her you little shit and lets hope it's a good answer." The boy took his hand off Jason's mouth and Jason licked his lips. Jason stared into the boy's eyes and without even looking away answered his mother. "Yea mom, I'm fine I just tripped." "Good answer Jason." "Ok Jason, good night dear." The boy's eyes were bright blue and under other circumstances, Jason would have enjoyed staring into those unblinking eyes. "Now Jason I want you to be very honest with me. Where is the box?" "What box?" Jason knew exactly what the boy was talking about but it didn't matter, he was going to act stupid. "Don't play stupid Jason." The boy punched Jason once across the face. "Where is it?" "Under my bed." The figure walked out of the room and retrieved the box from under Jason's bed. He came back and took out the panties. The figure then walked out and turned off the light to the bathroom and turned on the closet light. Jason squinted his eyes and could barely make out the person in front of him. The boy was wearing all black and a ski mask. The boy pulled out a role of duck tape and put it over Jason's eyes. "It has to be this way Jason. Now I'll be right back." The boy walked out of the closet and into the bathroom. Jason heard the sink tap turn on, and it was on for about five minutes. Then it turned off and the boy walked back in. "So Jason, let's get you changed and into something a little more decent for your close up." "Close up?" "That's it." Jason couldn't believe he hadn't put this together until now. About a month ago, there was an ad in the Standard Examiner (the Standard Examiner is the local paper for northern Utah) and the school newspaper about a student who was breaking into other male student's houses and taking pictures of them in women's underwear. And then the kid is posting the pictures online. This had nothing to do with Jason or Brad or Jeremy. It was just some sick teenager who had been doing this for months. "You know they're going to catch you don't you?" Jason felt a slap hard across his face. "It doesn't matter, I know you go to my school; I know you drive a white van. I know you." Jason could see out the bottom of the duct tape. The boy's feet were just standing there. Jason was on his knees kind of slouching to his right and the boy grabbed Jason's feet and pulled him into a sitting position. The boy then grabbed Jason's boxers and pulled them off. After some struggling and a few more slaps the boy got the panties on Jason and walked out of the room. Jason sat there for a second staring down at himself in the panties they were low and tight. They were so low and Jason's pubic hair was clearly visible. The footsteps came back and Jason looked up. He still couldn't see but he was trying to focus when a huge flash came up. Jason shut his eyes and could only imagine that that had been the camera. The boy got on his knees and put his hands on Jason's shoulders. "Sorry dude but it's really good for me and if you knew why you would know that it's good for you to." The boy stood up and was about to leave when Jason spoke. "Run and hide you fucking wacko. They're going to find you and there's nothing you can do about it." The boy stopped by the door to the closet he picked up the baseball bat leaning against the wall and turned around. "You know what Jason? I think you're right; the police will find me this time. And you know what I can't let that happen. Jason there's only one-way for me to end this." The boy took two steps towards Jason, and swung the bat once into Jason's chest. Jason tried to turn away but he wasn't fast enough. The bat hit him right above his first rib and Jason heard a crack. Jason let out a loud scream and the boy kept on swinging the boy was hitting him in the legs and in the chest. With every swing of the bat, Jason thought he heard another crack. The pain was so intense that screaming or crying just didn't seem enough. Jason could feel the broken bones and the extreme pain that followed after each blow of the bat. Jason could hear it, his parent's were at his bedroom door and they were pounding on it. "Jason open the door open the door!" They were banging and pounding on the door trying to get in. Jason looked up at the door hoping it would bust down and his father would run in. The boy turned around took one look at the door and turned back to Jason. "Here's one more for the team Jason, say good night." The boy took one last swing at his head and turned around. Most of the blow hit Jason's arm, but a lot did hit his head too, and everything started to spin. "Fuck off Jason!" The boy dropped the bloody bat and walked out of the closet and turned right towards the window. Jason didn't hear the boy go out the window but he assumed he had. Jason was looking down at the pool of blood forming around him. Jason spat out the words like some kind of poison. "Dad, help me! Dad!" Jason barely heard himself say the words and his own voice sounded like he was way off in the distance. It had been about two minutes and Jason could still hear his parent's at the door yelling and screaming. He couldn't make out most of it but sometimes something came in clear. "Molly, go call the police now something's very wrong!" The door came flying down and landed part of the way on Jason's bed. His father ran into the room and into the closet nearly slipping on the bloody bat. "Jason are you ok?" The light was still off so Jason's dad could only see Jason's outline. Jason's father turned on the light, and ran to him. His father was in hysterics. "Jason! Jason!" Jason's eyes went black but he could still hear his father. "Oh god no, oh god no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Jason please, Jason please?" "Oh my god Henry, what happened?" Jason's father was crying and screaming. "Some body help me, somebody help me please! Somebody help my son! Oh god!" Jason's father had Jason's head in his lap and he was gripping Jason's shoulders. Jason phased out and everything went dark again. 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