Danbrook's Angel

I know I promised to update yesterday, but I got carried away with it and it turned out to be longer than what I had expected. I ended up having to put it in two different chapters.

-Scribbles05

“This feels nice.” Oliver said to Bobby. Oliver came over when Bobby told him his parents were gone to a movie. They were huddled up together, naked, in bed. Their graduation gowns and other clothes were tossed carelessly on the floor. Booby had spooned his lover from behind and kissed his neck.

“It IS nice. But I’d rather we’d take advantage of this. I mean, you’re naked, I’m naked, my parents are gone, lubricant is in the drawer......”

Oliver giggled. “You’re really liking this ‘sex’ thing, aren’t you?”

Bobby nibbled the boy’s ear. “Um hm. I’m really liking you too.” Oliver reached back and caressed his lover’s cheek.

“Our anniversary is coming up in about two months.”

“We didn’t start having a relationship until the end of first semester.”

Oliver turned around and ran his hand up and down Bobby’s arm. “No, silly. I’m talking about the anniversary of when we first met.”

“Oh. Yo remembered that?”

“I could never forget the first time I saw you. I wanted to scream when I saw you were in my history class. The first thing I noticed, were your eyes. You have the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen.” Oliver touched his face. “They have such sparkle and life to them. They’re certainly not like the dull tint your friends have.”

“They are not my friends.”

“Don’t be like that. They’ve been really nice these past few weeks. I think they are really trying to do better.”

“Maybe.”

“Bobby. Give them a chance. Everybody deserves second chances. Even your friends.”

“How do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Be able to forgive them, after all that they have done to you?”

Oliver shrugged. “I don’t know. I feel that you can’t dwell on the past. Don’t let things other people have done, hinder you from living your life. If you do, you’ll be depressed while they will be moving on with life. And if asked, they probably wouldn’t even remember what they’d done to you.”

Bobby smiled. “That’s very wise of you, baby.”

Oliver laughed. “Thank you, honey.”

************

Martin’s truck pulled up to Bobby’s driveway and parked behind a 2004 green Altima. “I believe you’re right.” Martin said to Willis, who was sitting next to him. “This IS Oliver’s car.”

“Yeah. Who would be tutoring at nine o’clock at night?”

“Not the kind of tutoring we’re thinking about. Come on.” Martin got out the truck, followed by Willis. AB and a very nervous Phillip jumped off the back.

“Guys, we should just go.” Phillip whispered.

Willis rolled his eyes. “Stop being such a pussy. We’re doing it. It’s too late to back out now.”

AB jumped in. “You want Bobby to get away with all those years of checking us out in the locker room?” Martin smacked AB on the back of the head. “Ow, man.”

“Shut up. We’re stalling.”

************

A sweaty Bobby had just finished spilling his seed into a panting Oliver, when the doorbell rang downstairs. “Perfect timing.” Oliver said smiling. Bobby, however, frowned.

“Who could that be at this time of the night?” He got out of bed and pulled on some jeans. “Don’t move.” He bent down and kissed Oliver sweetly on the lips. He walked downstairs. He opened the door and was stunned at who he saw. “Martin, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Puttin’ an end to this circus of a love affair you’ve got.” Bobby stiffened. He knew. He could tell by the pissed off looks on the other guys faces, that they all knew. He saw Phillip in the back, standing there with his head down.

“What are you going to do to him?”

Martin smiled. It was a sinister smile and it gave Bobby a cold chill. “Fuck that. You need to be worrying about yourself.” Suddenly, Martin and AB tackled Bobby down, while Willis snuck passed, pulling Phillip along, and ran upstairs to Bobby’s room.

Oliver had heard the commotion down below and quickly pulled his pants on. He had just pulled his shirt over his head, when Willis bursted in. “Oh dear.” Oliver whispered.

“Well look who it is, Phillip. It’s Olive Oil. Come over to Bobby’s house for a little late night fucking?”

“W-Where’s Bobby?” He asked softly. The frightened look on the boy’s face did a number on Phillip. *Why did I say anything? Why didn’t I just keep my trap shut?*

“H-He’s probably tied up and on the back of Martin’s truck by now. Just like you’ll be.” Willis pounced on Oliver, knocking him back on the bed. He held him down forcefully by the hands and sat on the boy’s legs. Oliver tried to move, but the slight motions and whimpers did nothing to lighten Willis’ weight.

“Let me go!”

“Phillip, come on!” Willis looked up at the frozen Phillip. “Phillip, get your ass in gear! We gotta be gone before Bobby’s parents come back home!” Phillip blinked, then he quickly pulled out the duct tape from his pocket and taped Oliver’s mouth, wrists, and ankles.

Willis saw the boy’s inhaler on the night stand. He picked it up and shoved it into Oliver’s pocket. “You’re gonna need this.” He bent down, tossed Oliver over his shoulder, and made his way outside.

************

Bobby watched as his first love, who had touched his heart in so many ways, be tossed in the back of the truck like he was a bag of garbage. Though his mouth was also taped, he protested the way they were treating the boy. AB bent his elbow and bashed it across Bobby’s face, putting him in a slightly dazed state. Martin drove down the dark deserted roads for a little over an hour, before he pulled into an abandoned playground. The playground was built back in the 1940\'s and was used as a play area for babysitters, housewives, etc., to drive their toddlers to. But in the 1970\'s another playground was built an hour away and the original was left to rust over and decompose. No one had ever bothered to go back to the place that was now labeled as a safety hazard. Until that night.

Bobby and Oliver were tossed onto the hardened play sand. They looked up at Martin as he stood above them. “You two make me sick. There’s no sense in what you’re doing. It’s disgusting. I expected you, Oliver, to be the way you are. You don’t strike me as a real man anyway. But I’m shocked at you, Bobby. As close as we all were to you over the years and you turn out to be a fucking queer. Well, we don’t take kindly to homos around here. We don’t take to them at all. Perhaps we should show you how much.” With that said, Martin was the one to land the first punch to Bobby’s face. AB and Willis followed suit soon after, landing blows and kicks to both Bobby and Oliver. Phillip stood in back near the truck rubbing his hands together; not sure what to do.

After thirty minutes of non-stop beatings, the guys finally stopped. Oliver was knocked back on is stomach and he was breathing hard. Bobby cracked an eye open and watched what he knew was about to come; an asthma attack. To his surprise, Oliver hadn’t shed a tear. Despite the circumstances, Bobby was proud of him. Oliver WAS a man. A REAL man.

Martin wiped the sweat from his brow. “AB, what time is it?”

“10:30.”

“He should be here in a little while then. Now, it’s time for the show.” He signaled to Willis and AB. They grabbed Bobby and slid him over to a light pole and he sat as they tied his torso tightly to the pole. He had a front seat to what Martin had planned.

Martin straddled him and grabbed Oliver’s wrists and pinned them over his head. The boy whimpered due to the pain in his shoulder. Martin looked at Bobby. “Is this how you do it, Bob? You play power games with him before you fuck him?” He ripped the tape off the Oliver’s mouth and he gasped. “How does it feel, Bob? Huh? Is he tight when you put your dick in him?” Willis held Oliver’s wrists as Martin cut the tape at his ankles and pulled the boy’s pants off. Then, he flicked out a knife and sliced open his shirt. Bobby saw Oliver’s eyes shut in fear and he started cursing under his taped mouth and struggling against his restraints. Martin opened the front of his pants. “Maybe I should try it. See what you like about it so much.” Without preparation, Martin slammed into Oliver. The boy screamed. Willis laughed and held tighter to the wrists.

“Stop! Stop!” Oliver yelled.

“Tie him up!” Martin panted.

“To what?” Willis asked.

“To something!” Willis looked and spotted a piece of rope. He grabbed it and tied Oliver’s hands to one of the thin bars of a jungle gym. Oliver cried out in agony as Martin’s hard rutting split him in two. Little did he know what lied ahead of him. His eyes were closed, but Bobby saw Willis and AB open their pants and stroke themselves. Bobby murmured a loud, “NO!” and struggled with the ropes that tied him down. His chest was beginning to become marked up with red rope burns as long as his forearm, but he didn’t feel it. His adrenaline was too high for him to feel any pain. He only felt anger and deep hatred.

Martin suddenly pulled out, still erect and moved out the way as AB settled between Oliver’s legs. Blood was coming from his wrists as he struggled to get free. AB planted a hand over the boy’s mouth to shut him up. “OW! You little shit!” AB slapped him hard when Oliver bit his hand. Blood formed in the corner of his mouth as AB pointed a finger in his face. “Do it again, and I’ll fucking kill you.” AB brought himself to completion and pulled out. Then, it was Willis’ turn. Bobby had no choice but to watch the dreadful treatment of his lover. He couldn’t believe this boy who was being utterly violated and abused, was the same gentle being he grew to love and shared his body with romantically so many times before. The thought pissed him off and he continued to mumble loud curses and promises of death if he ever got free of his ropes.

As Martin waited, he saw Phillip still standing by the truck. “Come on, man. You’re next.”

Phillip shook his head. “No way. I’m not part of this.”

“Bullshit! You told us the truth about Oliver and Bobby! You’re definitely a part of this, Phillip! Now get over here!”

“No!” Phillip heard Oliver moaning in pain. He felt sick to his stomach. “I’m going to be sick.” He ran to the back of the truck and threw up.

“Phillip!” AB called after him.

Martin held up a hand. “Let the wimp go.”

Oliver’s voice was hoarse by the time Willis climaxed and Martin re-took his place between his legs. “Please...........don’t.” Martin brushed the plea off with a chuckle, then continued in the rape. Oliver was sore. His entire body was shivering, his wrists were raw and bleeding from his fight to free himself, his entrance was slick with blood and semen, and most of all, his dignity was long gone. Finally, tears started to roll down his face after a long fight to keep them away.

Martin thrusts went even faster. “What’s wrong, queer? I thought your kind like this type of stuff. You’re not used to this though, are you? This is how a REAL man fucks.” Oliver began to wheeze.

*Oh no. He’s having an asthma attack.* Bobby thought.

Martin finally came. He pulled out and fixed himself, when they saw headlights coming their way. Oliver thought someone had come to help them. Bobby didn’t think they would be that lucky. It was a cop car. The door opened and Deputy Rogers walked over. Rogers wasn’t shocked to see Oliver laying on the ground tied up, after the boys told him he was gay. But it stunned him to see Bobby tied up around the pole too. “Bobby too, huh?” He asked Martin. Martin nodded. Rogers walked to Oliver and looked down at him.

“Please help us.” Oliver whimpered. His wheezing getting stronger by the minute.

Rogers smiled. “Sure kid. I’ll help you.” He pulled out his policeman’s stick and kneeled down before the boy. Oliver realized what the man was about to do and he started to shake his head. As strong as a possible, the man rammed the stick deep into Oliver.

“AAAAHHHH!!!!!” Oliver cried. “Bobby! Make’em stop!” Tears rolled down his face. Bobby screamed in frustration and tried to pull his feet through the tape around his ankles. Officer Rogers sodomized Oliver for ten long minutes before he stopped.

He stood up again and watched as Oliver wheezed uncontrollably. He looked down and spotted the boy’s inhaler. He grabbed it. “Looking for this?” Oliver couldn’t speak. “You want it?” Rogers set it down between Oliver and Bobby; just far enough to be out of reach to the both of them. “It’s right here. Come get it.” He could hear Bobby groan. “Lets go, boys. Can’t risk someone passing by and seeing us here.” With that, they all left.

Oliver quickly pried one hand out of his restraints and started to reach for his inhaler. He stretched a good ways, but his fingers couldn’t reach it. He started to get worried and he groaned. Bobby pulled his ankles free and tried to push with his feet the inhaler into his lover’s hands. They tried for twenty minutes to touch the device, but it was just too out of reach for the both of them.

Finally, Oliver stopped when his condition grew worse. Bobby shook his head at him to not give up. Bobby kept stretching his leg, but Oliver pulled his arm back. Tears were forming in Bobby’s eyes and he shook his head again. Oliver instead reached his hand out toward Bobby. Bobby screamed and started to violently shake and jerk at the ropes, when he saw Oliver’s eye begin to close. He looked at his chest and saw that he was still gasping for air.

Bobby began to pray. *Please, God. Please.* Suddenly, he saw headlights go by, but they stopped and turned around. The car started to come their way. An old man in his fifties walked over to them and kneeled before the crying Bobby. The man pulled the tape off his mouth. “He needs his inhaler!” The man quickly took the inhaler and put it to the still Oliver’s mouth. “Don’t die! Please don’t die!”

The man’s wife came out the car and untied Bobby. Once free, Bobby quickly crawled to where the man was trying to help Oliver. It didn’t look good. There was no movement under the boy’s closed eyelids, and his now free limbs dangled loosely where the man was holding him. “He’s not responding. Honey, start up the car!” The man picked up Oliver and put him in the backseat. He gave Bobby a blanket to wrap over his nude body and they all drove to the hospital.

TBC........R&R.