The lost boy Seth
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
5,264
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
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The lost boy Seth
A.N Edited version to see if this will make people Review more. I know my spelling sucks okay. But this has been spelled checked like a million times whatever the computer missed is because the computer is as confused as I am. I have been working hard on this so if you don't like it don't read it. I'm sorry I don't know how to spell like I said before. I hope if you do like it though or think something else needs improving besides the spelling please let me know give me comments or I will not update again after chapter 3.
“Dude, he ripped me wide open in the back of theater class today,” Darren said.
“I hope you used protection,” Seth said trying to block the image of Darren being ripped wide open by Paul Baxter in the middle of theater class.
“Don’t I always?” Darren asked pulling a condom out of his pocket and waving it in Seth’s face.
“Get that out of my face,” Seth said waving the condom away with his hand.
“Hey fags want to suck my Dick?” Carlo Sanchez asked pulling up in his blue pick up truck.
“Suck your own asshole,” Seth yelled.
Seth wasn’t even sure he was gay. He wasn’t sure why people thought he was gay besides the fact that his best friend was. He didn’t know what his sexuality was. He had never had sex before; the most he had ever done was kiss. Not that people didn't try to get him to have sex especially the older people he hung out with. That was something that happened to him a lot. Even Darren had admitted that if he weren’t always doing random guys he would be trying to get into Seth’s pants as well.
Carlo Sanchez flipped them the bird and then drove away. Seth shrugged. People were like that. Always yelling and trying to pick fights with him and Darren. He didn’t know why. Again he contributed it to Darren’s sexuality but what was about to happen had nothing to do with anything but wrong place at the wrong time.
A red mini-van pulled up next to them and the back door slid open. A guy with a gun jumped out and grabbed Seth from behind. It all happened so fast and before Seth knew it they were driving away with him in the back of the van. A shot was fired out the front window at Darren.
“What the fuck?!” Seth said looking around wildly.
“SHUT UP!” a guy said and then hit him in the forehead with the butt of his gun. He passed out cold for a good two or three hours and when he came to he was stuck in a room that was dark and looked like a holding cell in a prison.
He opened his eyes slowly bring the room into focus. There was nothing but cots, sleeping cots in the room. He soon realized that there were other people in the room. He couldn’t believe what had happened to him.
A boy was thrown on the cot on his left. Gut wrenching sobs escaping the young boy’s lips as he curled into the fetal position. He looked to be about ten years old and had white blond hair just like Seth.
Seth counted 14 boys and noticed something peculiar about them. All of them had shocking blond hair like him. 14 pairs of deep electric blue eyes like his started at him through the darkness. He felt like he was in some freaky ass dream. He could swear that he had lost his grip on reality.
“Hey kid you okay?” Seth asked the boy next to him. The kid looked past him into the darkness and started speaking in Dutch to a boy across the room. The other boy spoke back fervently in Dutch. Too fast for Seth to keep up with even though Seth’s grandmother had spoken it to him in early childhood. He caught some words between Dutch babble such as “new” and “doesn’t know” and that’s all he could decipher.
Seth sighed. It was no sue trying to understand they probably didn’t speak English anyway. Just then the boy on his right was picked up forcefully and another boy was thrown down in his place. The boy seems tearful but just rubbed his eyes and stared at Seth.
“Where are we?” Seth asked him hoping he spoke English.
“ A ship,” the boy said in a hushed Irish accent just as the engines kicked to life and the ship started to move beneath them.
“Where are we going?” Seth asked looking at the boy who had settled into his worn cot.
“Prague I suspect,” the boy said his accent making his words sound magical, “ I’ve been there before. They caught me older, I was lucky and by the looks of it so are you. I was about 14 when they took me so I’m 16 now. But anyway who might you be?” the boy said eyeing Seth curiously.
“Seth,” he said frightened by how calm the boy was when he knew he had been kidnapped.
“The names Seamus,” the boy said holding out his hand for Seth to shake it. “ Nice to meet you, been here a while me, well not here but, here with them,” he said gesturing toward the door as another man walked in and took one of the boys that had been talking in Dutch out of the room. They disappeared over the threshold of the doorway and Seamus started talking faster.
“Listen whatever you do, your 14 until they’ve had you for a while, you never look them straight in the eye, at least not the men and never, I repeat, NEVER say oh god make it stop ect.” he said looking up as another man came into the room. Seamus allowed himself to be pulled up by the man so forcefully that he almost fell after being pulled to his feet, “Oh, yeah and by the way welcome to hell,” he said as he was pulled from the room.
“Welcome to hell,” the words echoed in Seth’s head as he heard the lock click shut on the door. As he traveled toward Prague, an unknown place in an unknown land away from everything he knew and held dear.
“Dude, he ripped me wide open in the back of theater class today,” Darren said.
“I hope you used protection,” Seth said trying to block the image of Darren being ripped wide open by Paul Baxter in the middle of theater class.
“Don’t I always?” Darren asked pulling a condom out of his pocket and waving it in Seth’s face.
“Get that out of my face,” Seth said waving the condom away with his hand.
“Hey fags want to suck my Dick?” Carlo Sanchez asked pulling up in his blue pick up truck.
“Suck your own asshole,” Seth yelled.
Seth wasn’t even sure he was gay. He wasn’t sure why people thought he was gay besides the fact that his best friend was. He didn’t know what his sexuality was. He had never had sex before; the most he had ever done was kiss. Not that people didn't try to get him to have sex especially the older people he hung out with. That was something that happened to him a lot. Even Darren had admitted that if he weren’t always doing random guys he would be trying to get into Seth’s pants as well.
Carlo Sanchez flipped them the bird and then drove away. Seth shrugged. People were like that. Always yelling and trying to pick fights with him and Darren. He didn’t know why. Again he contributed it to Darren’s sexuality but what was about to happen had nothing to do with anything but wrong place at the wrong time.
A red mini-van pulled up next to them and the back door slid open. A guy with a gun jumped out and grabbed Seth from behind. It all happened so fast and before Seth knew it they were driving away with him in the back of the van. A shot was fired out the front window at Darren.
“What the fuck?!” Seth said looking around wildly.
“SHUT UP!” a guy said and then hit him in the forehead with the butt of his gun. He passed out cold for a good two or three hours and when he came to he was stuck in a room that was dark and looked like a holding cell in a prison.
He opened his eyes slowly bring the room into focus. There was nothing but cots, sleeping cots in the room. He soon realized that there were other people in the room. He couldn’t believe what had happened to him.
A boy was thrown on the cot on his left. Gut wrenching sobs escaping the young boy’s lips as he curled into the fetal position. He looked to be about ten years old and had white blond hair just like Seth.
Seth counted 14 boys and noticed something peculiar about them. All of them had shocking blond hair like him. 14 pairs of deep electric blue eyes like his started at him through the darkness. He felt like he was in some freaky ass dream. He could swear that he had lost his grip on reality.
“Hey kid you okay?” Seth asked the boy next to him. The kid looked past him into the darkness and started speaking in Dutch to a boy across the room. The other boy spoke back fervently in Dutch. Too fast for Seth to keep up with even though Seth’s grandmother had spoken it to him in early childhood. He caught some words between Dutch babble such as “new” and “doesn’t know” and that’s all he could decipher.
Seth sighed. It was no sue trying to understand they probably didn’t speak English anyway. Just then the boy on his right was picked up forcefully and another boy was thrown down in his place. The boy seems tearful but just rubbed his eyes and stared at Seth.
“Where are we?” Seth asked him hoping he spoke English.
“ A ship,” the boy said in a hushed Irish accent just as the engines kicked to life and the ship started to move beneath them.
“Where are we going?” Seth asked looking at the boy who had settled into his worn cot.
“Prague I suspect,” the boy said his accent making his words sound magical, “ I’ve been there before. They caught me older, I was lucky and by the looks of it so are you. I was about 14 when they took me so I’m 16 now. But anyway who might you be?” the boy said eyeing Seth curiously.
“Seth,” he said frightened by how calm the boy was when he knew he had been kidnapped.
“The names Seamus,” the boy said holding out his hand for Seth to shake it. “ Nice to meet you, been here a while me, well not here but, here with them,” he said gesturing toward the door as another man walked in and took one of the boys that had been talking in Dutch out of the room. They disappeared over the threshold of the doorway and Seamus started talking faster.
“Listen whatever you do, your 14 until they’ve had you for a while, you never look them straight in the eye, at least not the men and never, I repeat, NEVER say oh god make it stop ect.” he said looking up as another man came into the room. Seamus allowed himself to be pulled up by the man so forcefully that he almost fell after being pulled to his feet, “Oh, yeah and by the way welcome to hell,” he said as he was pulled from the room.
“Welcome to hell,” the words echoed in Seth’s head as he heard the lock click shut on the door. As he traveled toward Prague, an unknown place in an unknown land away from everything he knew and held dear.