Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2006 13:36:36 -0500 From: Terrance MacDonald <t_macd@comcast.net> Subject: Brandon & Alex 19 This is the third story that I've written to completion (assuming that I complete it - and I have all intentions of doing so) and one that I've given a great deal of thought over the last couple years before finally sitting down at a keyboard so others could potentially enjoy it. My first writing was 'The House on Lora Avenue' (May 26, 2006), the second was 'Chris and Aaron' (June 01, 2006) which are posted in the High School section and there is a sequel to 'House on Lora Avenue' called 'Trip to Florida' currently being posted in the High School section (in the 'House on Lora Avenue' folder) as well. The two main characters in this story are based on a couple guys that I once knew, however everything except their physical descriptions is purely fictional (and Brandon and Alex were not their real names either). So far as I know, these two boys never really did anything at all like what will be described in this story, in fact the boys the descriptions are based on did not even know each other. This story involves sexual situations between teen boys, so if you aren't supposed to be looking at things like this wherever you live or this makes you squeamish, please leave this story/site now and/or move to a place where things like this are acceptable. Likewise, if you aren't old enough to look at filth like this, please don't. I certainly can't control whether you do or not, but you have been warned. That being said, here is an additional warning... If you are the squeamish type that is uncomfortable with rape scenes, you need to avoid this chapter. There is a particularly brutal 'jailhouse' scene that not everyone may be comfortable with. So, with that admonition, choose to continue on at your own risk. You HAVE been warned. Once again, I would like to thank my good friends, Mike and Dave for being my editors and proof-readers on this story, as well as offering some really helpful assistance. Sorry it took so long for me to get this chapter ready. I have had a few changes in my life both personally and with my job, that are eating up a lot more of my time and I'm not able to turn the chapters out as fast as I used to. I also had to go back and do a major rewrite of this chapter just when I thought I had it finished. It just didn't work well the way the first draft turned out, and the storyline started pointing someplace that I really didn't want to take it. I did tone down the aforementioned jailhouse scene in the rewrite though, which I think is appropriate the way I want this story to go. All rights are reserved, do not modify or redistribute this text without my express written consent, or the fleas of a thousand Arabian camels may infest your armpits. Like the other stories I've written, this is set in a magical land where there are no STDs, so you won't be reading about condoms being used except in this disclaimer. This is not meant to imply that I am advocating the practice of unsafe sex, quite the opposite actually - please take precautions and protect yourself, there's a lot of shit out there that can kill you or make you wish you were dead. Comments and feedback are certainly welcomed and encouraged to be sent to t_macd@comcast.net. I've really enjoyed hearing from everyone who has written, please keep on letting me know what you do and don't like. * * * Brandon and Alex Chapter Nineteen Billy, the young boy sharing the cell with them slowly and meekly made his way back to the table where the two older boys were sitting. He didn't really seem all that interested in looking at Paolo, but one of the larger boys stood, grabbed his head with both hands and made sure that it was pointed straight toward Paolo's groin as Paolo sat on the bunk on the far side of the cell. Billy tried to struggle free and get the older boy's hands off his head, but he was far too outmatched by the other boy's size. So finally he stopped resisting. That was what the older boy had been waiting for... a sign of submission. He pushed Billy forward. "Why don't you get a closer look? I know you want to." This was not at all what Billy wanted to do, and he had a pretty good idea exactly where this was heading - he had been sharing this cell with the two older boys long enough to know that. He knew that they got off a lot on his humiliation, and nothing was more humiliating than being forced to take a stranger's dick, especially if dick is not what you're into. He was resigned to his fate though, and one way or another Jonathan and Ron, the two larger boys - brothers, twins actually - would get what they wanted. The only question in his mind was how painful they would make it for him, and he knew all too well how painful they could make things. Paolo sensed the twisted nature of the brothers too, and stayed motionless on the bunk. This was unlike him; he was used to showing a certain amount of bravado in his encounters, sexual and otherwise, but then he had always been in control of the situation before. He could tell that wasn't going to be the case this time, and suspected his own humiliation was on the agenda this evening. Jonathan pushed Billy right up in front of Paolo and told him, "Go ahead Billy, and take a really good close look." Jonathan pressed his hands down on Billy's shoulders signaling that he was to get down on his knees. Obediently, Billy lowered himself to his knees in front of Paolo and leaned in toward him. "Spread your legs, punk," Ron ordered from the middle of the room. "Let him get in there for a really good, close look." Some of Paolo's normal boldness returned to him. "Fuck you," Paolo said, as he moved his left hand to cover himself back up. "You've gotten enough jollies out of this; now leave him alone, you can see he doesn't want to do this." Paolo's concern was not really for Billy though, but for himself. Although he had lied and manipulated other people into having sex with him, he had never outright forced anyone, and he wasn't about to let anyone force him just for their own amusement. Jonathan jerked Billy back roughly by the collar of his jumpsuit, sending him sprawling on the floor on the far side of the cell in a heap. Once Billy was out of his way, Jonathan advanced on Paolo with his hand raised as if to slap him open handed. Paolo was able to block the blow from making direct contact, but he was still knocked backwards on the bunk. Paolo moved quickly, trying to overcome the disadvantage he had by being sprawled on the bunk. He rolled back, bringing his feet up and kicked Jonathan in the chest with both feet as hard as he could. This knocked Jonathan back into Ron, who had gotten up and was on his way to help his brother. The brothers both stumbled back a little and this temporary delay in their onslaught gave Paolo the time he needed to get to his feet. Paolo assumed a fighting stance, waiting for the brothers to move back in at him. He only had to wait for a moment. Standing there naked as he was though, Paolo felt especially vulnerable. The brothers came at Paolo now from both sides. Paolo knew he wasn't going to last long, but he was determined not to go down without a fight. He managed to get in a few good licks on both the brothers before they got him down. The brothers beat Paolo mercilessly, punching and kicking him. One of Paolo's eyes was swollen shut and the other nearly so by the time they were finished beating him. Through his one good eye as he lay on the floor Paolo could see Billy, hiding under the bunk on the other side of the cell, curled up in a fetal position and whimpering slightly. It was just then that Paolo felt his legs being spread apart and the first penetration began. * * * Michael called Bobby after he and his parents had finished dinner and told him that he was going to have to go to school early in the morning to take a make-up exam for the one that he had missed earlier that day. Bobby asked him if he could still have a ride in the morning, as he didn't mind getting up that little bit earlier than was normal for him in order to ride to school with his boyfriend. Michael of course was happy to know that Bobby wanted to make a little effort to go out of his way for them to be together, especially since they were not going to be able to be together this evening. Michael was wisely going to use the extra time he was being afforded to study one last little bit for the test that awaited him first thing in the morning. Not long after he had hung up the phone with Michael, Steven called to ask if he and Carson could stay over with Bobby that night. Bobby knew that meant that they had made a deal to do a web-cam show for someone, and while he wasn't going to participate, he was still very turned on at the thought of watching these two friends of his going at it. He figured it was going to be another hot session of mutual sucking as was the usual show for his two friends. Maybe they would even do a '69' tonight, Bobby really enjoyed it when they would do that and regularly jacked off think about seeing his friends with their dicks in each other's mouth at the same time. He quickly agreed to Steven's request. He knew it wouldn't be a problem with his parents, as they were used to Steven and Carson staying over on any given night of the week, so much so that he didn't even need to ask their permission. Two hours later, Steven and Carson arrived at Bobby's home. As was their custom, they came in without knocking and went straight upstairs to Bobby's room. Bobby was sitting at his computer when they walked in, working on a book report that was due for his English class the following week. "We figured you'd be jerking off to some porn by now," Carson said as he looked over Bobby's shoulder to see what he was doing on the computer. "I didn't think you'd be working on some boring ass book report." "Why would I do that if I knew I was going to be getting a live show from you guys?" Bobby asked. "Yeah, he's got a point," Steven said as he set down a backpack he had brought with him and started removing his clothes. "We're running a little late though, how about setting up the cam while we get ready?" Bobby already had everything ready to go - all he had to do was activate the software that would broadcast the images from the camera out over the internet to whoever was logged in to the web site the boys had set up. Bobby wondered to himself what was going to be so special about tonight's performance. He went ahead and activated the camera and pointed it toward his friends as they got undressed. * * * Alex got back to Brandon's house, let himself in and ran back upstairs to Brandon's room. The boys stripped down to just their shorts and settled down quickly, wanting to get their homework done as fast as possible. They were starting with algebra, which Alex was helping Brandon with when Brandon's father came into the room and told them that he and Brandon's mother were leaving to pick up Alex and Paolo's parents at the airport. He cautioned the boys once more to be on their best behavior and that when they were done with their homework that they were to go to bed - to sleep, and that was it. "Geez dad," Brandon said. "We already told you we wouldn't fool around tonight. It is a school night and we know we have to be up early tomorrow morning." "Okay son, you guys save it for the weekend. We'll be back as soon as we can, it's probably going to be late though," Brandon's father said as he turned and left the room. True to their word, Brandon and Alex finished their homework, fixed themselves a light snack and went to bed. They did go to bed naked though, with Brandon in front and Alex spooning him from behind. Both boys were hard before they even got the covers pulled up over them. They didn't fool around though. Tired from the long day they had both had, they were both soon fast asleep, Alex holding Brandon from behind in the spoon position. Brandon's father didn't realize when he said this just how long the night was going to be for them though... * * * When the guard finally returned to the cell with a new jumpsuit for Paolo the lights were out, so all he saw was lumps in three of the four bunks in the cell. He knew this wasn't right, there were supposed to be four inmates in this cell. He hit the light switch and that was when he saw the blood. There was a lot of it... mostly on the floor, but there were some spatters on a couple of the walls. The guard immediately stepped back out of the cell and hit the emergency button on his belt that transmitted a signal to the detention center's command post. A few minutes later, the cellblock was swarming with guards. Once the guards got into the cell and started getting things sorted out, they found Ron and Jonathan in the upper and lower bunks on one side of the cell, an unconscious, bloody and barely breathing Paolo in the lower bunk nearest the door and Billy, curled up, crying and obviously in shock on the floor underneath the bunk he was in. When one of the guards asked what had happened, Ron and Jonathan told him that Paolo had started messing with Billy and that they had come to his aid. None of the guards really believed this, and the state Paolo was in made it seem very unlikely. Until they could get their versions of the story from Billy and Paolo though, there wasn't much they could do except to move the two damaged boys to the detention center's infirmary. The twins were moved into separate solitary confinement cells, protesting their innocence the entire time. * * * When the group of parents got to the police station, no one there knew about the beating Paolo had just taken at the juvenile facility. They were led into a detective's office, where the uniformed officer dropped them off, he told them that Detective Peters would be with them shortly and offered to bring them coffee. It had already been a long day for all of them, so they gratefully accepted. A few minutes later, a man in a shirt and tie entered the office and introduced himself to them as Detective Mark Peters. The three sets of parents all returned the courtesy, and they sat down to talk. "Where is my son?" Paolo's mother asked right away. "I want to see him." "I'm afraid that won't be possible right at the moment, Ma'am," the detective told her. "He's down at Juvenile Hall, and visiting hours are already over. You won't be able to see him until the morning at his arraignment." "What are you charging my son with?" Paolo's father asked. "He's a good boy, there must be some mistake." Detective Peters ran down the list of charges, the most serious of which were production, possession and distribution of child pornography. "That can't be possible," Paolo's father insisted. "Paolo could never be involved with anything like that." "I'm sorry sir, but I'm afraid he was. His computer is down at the police forensics lab right now, and we've found quite a bit stored on his hard drive. I'm afraid that your son was making some home movies and even appeared in some of them, including the one that he hacked his school's web site to put on the internet. There will have to be an investigation to find all the boys in the area that Paolo was filming." After a few more minutes discussing the particulars of when and where Paolo's parents needed to be in the morning for his arraignment, the six parents were getting ready to leave. Just before they did, the detective's phone rang, and they waited for a moment while he took the call. He had only been on the phone for a moment when he got a very grim expression on his face. As he hung up the phone, he turned to Paolo's parents. "I'm afraid I have some bad news..." he started. "There's been an incident down at juvenile, and it seems Paolo was badly beaten. They are taking him to the hospital now, as his injuries were too severe to be handled on the premises." Detective Peters offered them a police escort so they could get to the hospital as quickly as possible to be with Paolo, which they gratefully accepted. When they arrived at the hospital, Paolo's parents were informed that he had severe internal injuries and bleeding along with some swelling in his brain, and that he was in surgery. His condition was listed as 'critical' and it would probably be a couple hours before they would have any further news. Brandon and Alex's parents offered to wait with them, but they said no, they would rather stay and wait by themselves as there were a lot of things they needed to talk about. * * * Comments and feedback are welcome at t_macd@comcast.net (I will /try/ to all answer e-mails sent to me, but please realize that my job requires me to travel a great deal, so it might take a while and I don't promise to answer every one), flamers will be ignored by me, but will meet with an untimely and horrible demise as the result of the curse of the old gypsy woman who lives across the lake from me, and has inexplicably taken a liking to me. Anger her at your own risk. If you would like to be notified by e-mail when new chapters of my stories are posted, please let me know, and I will add you to my notification list.