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Horror/Thriller › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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3,919
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1
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Chapter 4 Misunderstanding
Title: Misunderstanding {Stalker Chronicles}
Warning: [insinuation to child abuse]
“ “ = spoken word
‘ ‘ = thoughts
Chapter 1
Man13: Hey you up?
Emo13FukU: What?
Man13: I thought it over and I’m in… when and where?
Emo13FukU: I’ll come to you, just send the officer the info so he can check you out, I don’t want so old fag trying to dick me.
Man13: Haha you are funny! I’m no old “fag” asshole I told you we are the same age…do you really want to do it?
Emo13FukU: You are such a geek, dickhead, yeah send the fucking information don’t bother me until…
Emo13FukU signed off
“You are such a good boy.” A mellow voice cooed stepping behind the teen and stroking his jet-black hair. He smiled perfect teeth behind a dark mask, the zipper mouth-opening offer a ghoulish appearance.
Aaron turned his dark eyes away from the computer monitor trembling, the teen’s red eyes blinked slowly. Tears coursed over a purple lump under his chin.
“Hhh.. hsiss, nonnssh” Aaron breathing erratic the longer the male stroked him.
“Shh, don’t worry baby it won’t hurt this time.” He caressed the teen’s chin softly slowly removing the wooden bridle from his cracked lips. “Do you remember what we learned?”
The tilt in his head hardly discernible although his captor seem satisfied with the answer, slowly pulling on a leash attached around the boys neck guiding him to a filthy mattress.
Obediently Aaron crawled over the bed his tear stained face gazing blindly at the frozen image on a smaller computer. Two weeks ago, he met this man at a bookstore; it was the last time he has been seen. He uttered a silent prayer to the god he never believed in. He hoped the sick bastard would not re-play that video clip, bile rose in his throat when the bed dipped under additional weight.
“Pl..please dd..don’t play it..” The emo teen whimpered a dark sleeved arm reached over him and pressed a key. Aaron closed his eyes; gritting his teeth only to open them the next second.
Snatching the boy’s hair in a large hand, the leather faced man hissed in his ear. “Watch, what happens.” He licked the trail of tears on the boys face, a deep cackle echoed from his throat.
Aaron whimpered at the sight of a man naked bound to a bed while this person tortured him utterly terrified him. The worst part when he strangled the tied up man, after he promised to obey. The teen began to shake violently, the images driving any hope he would make it out of this situation with his life out his mind.
“Ppleezz don’t kill me.. pleassss.” He squeaked, and then gurgled when the large hand closed over his throat.
Now the man yelled, spit flying out his mouth. “I NEVER KILLED ANYONE! THAT! IS! NOT! ME! YOU STUPID FUCK!” With each word, he shook the boy in his grip, his dark hair flying around his head.
The boy tried to scream but merely managed a high-pitched whimper, his face darkened, spots of blood erupting in the whites of his eyes. His captor thrust him on the dirty bedding, Aaron bounced once rigid, his eyes wide in fear glaring at the man above him as he removed his mask and pulled the leather covering his sex organs.
His mouth opened wide in a silent scream, shocked at the males' twisted face and vice like grip on his bruised penis. Since his confinement, the brutal attacks re-play daily. In his blind pain and terror, Aaron did not notice how each act grew steadily more violent. He did not understand why the man revealed his face, his suffering blinding him to everything when the male closed fist over his throat again and bit down savagely on a blackened nipple.
“Hahh… hahhhh..”
The red eye male lifted his bloody lips off Aaron grinning at the teen, forcing the boys’ legs wider with his own larger frame. “Shhhhh shhh…don’t cry.” He cooed mockingly jerking the boys face toward the continually repeating image. “See they are brothers and that is how they have fun, shame they killed each other.” He laughed at the hitching panic stricken breaths.
“No..nnoo…ppl..” Aaron hissed trying to turn his eyes away from the computer monitor. His eyes shut tight a true scream gushing between his clenched teeth; the hand on his throat silenced it immediately.
Using the emo teens’ neck as a brace, the male lifted his upper body over the boy while thrusting in mercilessly laughing at the pained expression on Aaron’s face licking his blood stained teeth. Staring down at their connection point his thick bloodied condom covered penis emerged from the ragged opening, then pounded back in with body slapping force. He is perfectly aware that boys’ tailbone is broken; the boys’ marble covering of bruises brings him a sick perverse pleasure. The thrust quickened the boys face paled, his eyes growing more distant, a dim light in them fading, before the light goes out completely the male ejaculates staring at the last sparks of Aarons’ life.
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The cashier glares at the man taking his time to decide she rolls her eyes looking past her current customer to the auburn hair male seated at one of the few tables the small coffee shop offers. The young man has a sneaky grin on his face while he clicks away at a laptop by chance; a light glares the screen from her view.
“Yes give me the number….”
Glancing over his shoulder he checks out the cashier again, who currently nods at her customer keying in his order, just as the customer falls silent once again, staring at the menu overhead. She looks dead into the red heads eyes; he grins then leans back in his chair turning so he may see her fully.
Her speed quickens intent to speak to the cute red head before he left, again without getting his name. Suddenly everything feels perfect, and with those awesome deep brown almost red eyes, she could not keep the smile off her face.
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Mandy wails, “Oh man I got you!” leaning forward jamming his fingers faster across his joystick.
“No you didn’t!” Ryan teases thumping his controller just a quickly, his attack launches his ninja fighter head long into the Mandy’s defense.
“Aww!” The teen yells again, and then pulls the plug on Ryan’s controller, allowing him the opportunity to deliver several attacks and kill his opponent before the controller is re-attached.
“That was so lame.” Ryan chants then grab Mandy by his head pulling him to the floor wrestling.
“Hey stop the horse play.” Mandy’s father Lance Stone is an editor for a prominent home decor magazine, and sponsor for Ryan, who at fifteen left his own abusive home. Taking a few odd jobs around the Stone home, this somehow ended up with babysitting Mandy. Then after Mandy’s mom left, Lance offered Ryan a home and work as long as he attends school regularly.
Ryan did not blink an eye; he really likes Stone, although getting the older male to believe it is difficult. Ryan somewhat shy around Stone however, he believes that eventually he will get the courage to tell the older male how he feels. The boys tussle Ryan flipping the lanky Mandy on his head pinning both knees near his ears.
“Aww! No fair!” Mandy growls trying to break free to no avail ever since Ryan joins the wrestling team at Texas University he is undefeatable.
Ryan pushes the scrawny legs higher his arm pinning them behind the knees, Mandy squirming his sock clad feet helplessly, since the impossible position has him locked under. “Give up and I will let you go, and promise never to cheat again. Well unless it’s….”
“Ryan.” Lance says firmly.
“I give! I give up, let me go!” Mandy howls, over Ryan’s chuckles. The older boy releases him carefully, then ruffs his mass of curly blonde hair. Mandy knocks his hand away then jumps up and storms out angry he lost again.
His father sighs deeply, and allows his son to walk up the stairs, above his door closes firmly. “Ry you know he can not take that, can you ease up on him a little?”
Staring up at Lance, he gets slowly to his feet, straightening his cloths and laughing lightly. “Stone you know…”
“Please call me Lance and I do not know why you insist on rough housing with him when you know he is not the type for such games.” He cross his arms over his chest, he did not want to chastise Ryan again especially since the letter. “Come on help me with dinner and tell me how’s school?”
Over the next hour, they prepare dinner and discuss Ryan’s studies, since this fall would be his last semester. Lance could not be more proud of the young man; he has come from a tough life and now would be a graduate just shy of his twenty-third birthday.
“Stone I am grateful for all you’ve done to help me through school; I swear I will pay you back every penny.” He stops speaking as that familiar open palm waves away the offer.
“I will not hear of it, you do enough for me already, keeping an eye on Mandy during the summer helps, it really does.” He smiles at the young man wondering when he would come clean. “After dinner, I want to speak with you about the financial end of things at school.”
“Oh I got them under control no need to worry.” Ryan says his face flushing, “I’ll get Mandy.” He said quickly making a fast exit.
Shaking his head, Lance finish setting the table wondering why the boy hid this from him for so long.
Mandy stares at his computer, and then responds to his friend his face sweaty, he licks his lips reading the comment then grins. His fingers tap quickly over the keys, feeling this time his dad will see he can do something cool too.
[TBC]
Warning: [insinuation to child abuse]
“ “ = spoken word
‘ ‘ = thoughts
Chapter 1
Man13: Hey you up?
Emo13FukU: What?
Man13: I thought it over and I’m in… when and where?
Emo13FukU: I’ll come to you, just send the officer the info so he can check you out, I don’t want so old fag trying to dick me.
Man13: Haha you are funny! I’m no old “fag” asshole I told you we are the same age…do you really want to do it?
Emo13FukU: You are such a geek, dickhead, yeah send the fucking information don’t bother me until…
Emo13FukU signed off
“You are such a good boy.” A mellow voice cooed stepping behind the teen and stroking his jet-black hair. He smiled perfect teeth behind a dark mask, the zipper mouth-opening offer a ghoulish appearance.
Aaron turned his dark eyes away from the computer monitor trembling, the teen’s red eyes blinked slowly. Tears coursed over a purple lump under his chin.
“Hhh.. hsiss, nonnssh” Aaron breathing erratic the longer the male stroked him.
“Shh, don’t worry baby it won’t hurt this time.” He caressed the teen’s chin softly slowly removing the wooden bridle from his cracked lips. “Do you remember what we learned?”
The tilt in his head hardly discernible although his captor seem satisfied with the answer, slowly pulling on a leash attached around the boys neck guiding him to a filthy mattress.
Obediently Aaron crawled over the bed his tear stained face gazing blindly at the frozen image on a smaller computer. Two weeks ago, he met this man at a bookstore; it was the last time he has been seen. He uttered a silent prayer to the god he never believed in. He hoped the sick bastard would not re-play that video clip, bile rose in his throat when the bed dipped under additional weight.
“Pl..please dd..don’t play it..” The emo teen whimpered a dark sleeved arm reached over him and pressed a key. Aaron closed his eyes; gritting his teeth only to open them the next second.
Snatching the boy’s hair in a large hand, the leather faced man hissed in his ear. “Watch, what happens.” He licked the trail of tears on the boys face, a deep cackle echoed from his throat.
Aaron whimpered at the sight of a man naked bound to a bed while this person tortured him utterly terrified him. The worst part when he strangled the tied up man, after he promised to obey. The teen began to shake violently, the images driving any hope he would make it out of this situation with his life out his mind.
“Ppleezz don’t kill me.. pleassss.” He squeaked, and then gurgled when the large hand closed over his throat.
Now the man yelled, spit flying out his mouth. “I NEVER KILLED ANYONE! THAT! IS! NOT! ME! YOU STUPID FUCK!” With each word, he shook the boy in his grip, his dark hair flying around his head.
The boy tried to scream but merely managed a high-pitched whimper, his face darkened, spots of blood erupting in the whites of his eyes. His captor thrust him on the dirty bedding, Aaron bounced once rigid, his eyes wide in fear glaring at the man above him as he removed his mask and pulled the leather covering his sex organs.
His mouth opened wide in a silent scream, shocked at the males' twisted face and vice like grip on his bruised penis. Since his confinement, the brutal attacks re-play daily. In his blind pain and terror, Aaron did not notice how each act grew steadily more violent. He did not understand why the man revealed his face, his suffering blinding him to everything when the male closed fist over his throat again and bit down savagely on a blackened nipple.
“Hahh… hahhhh..”
The red eye male lifted his bloody lips off Aaron grinning at the teen, forcing the boys’ legs wider with his own larger frame. “Shhhhh shhh…don’t cry.” He cooed mockingly jerking the boys face toward the continually repeating image. “See they are brothers and that is how they have fun, shame they killed each other.” He laughed at the hitching panic stricken breaths.
“No..nnoo…ppl..” Aaron hissed trying to turn his eyes away from the computer monitor. His eyes shut tight a true scream gushing between his clenched teeth; the hand on his throat silenced it immediately.
Using the emo teens’ neck as a brace, the male lifted his upper body over the boy while thrusting in mercilessly laughing at the pained expression on Aaron’s face licking his blood stained teeth. Staring down at their connection point his thick bloodied condom covered penis emerged from the ragged opening, then pounded back in with body slapping force. He is perfectly aware that boys’ tailbone is broken; the boys’ marble covering of bruises brings him a sick perverse pleasure. The thrust quickened the boys face paled, his eyes growing more distant, a dim light in them fading, before the light goes out completely the male ejaculates staring at the last sparks of Aarons’ life.
*****************
The cashier glares at the man taking his time to decide she rolls her eyes looking past her current customer to the auburn hair male seated at one of the few tables the small coffee shop offers. The young man has a sneaky grin on his face while he clicks away at a laptop by chance; a light glares the screen from her view.
“Yes give me the number….”
Glancing over his shoulder he checks out the cashier again, who currently nods at her customer keying in his order, just as the customer falls silent once again, staring at the menu overhead. She looks dead into the red heads eyes; he grins then leans back in his chair turning so he may see her fully.
Her speed quickens intent to speak to the cute red head before he left, again without getting his name. Suddenly everything feels perfect, and with those awesome deep brown almost red eyes, she could not keep the smile off her face.
****************
Mandy wails, “Oh man I got you!” leaning forward jamming his fingers faster across his joystick.
“No you didn’t!” Ryan teases thumping his controller just a quickly, his attack launches his ninja fighter head long into the Mandy’s defense.
“Aww!” The teen yells again, and then pulls the plug on Ryan’s controller, allowing him the opportunity to deliver several attacks and kill his opponent before the controller is re-attached.
“That was so lame.” Ryan chants then grab Mandy by his head pulling him to the floor wrestling.
“Hey stop the horse play.” Mandy’s father Lance Stone is an editor for a prominent home decor magazine, and sponsor for Ryan, who at fifteen left his own abusive home. Taking a few odd jobs around the Stone home, this somehow ended up with babysitting Mandy. Then after Mandy’s mom left, Lance offered Ryan a home and work as long as he attends school regularly.
Ryan did not blink an eye; he really likes Stone, although getting the older male to believe it is difficult. Ryan somewhat shy around Stone however, he believes that eventually he will get the courage to tell the older male how he feels. The boys tussle Ryan flipping the lanky Mandy on his head pinning both knees near his ears.
“Aww! No fair!” Mandy growls trying to break free to no avail ever since Ryan joins the wrestling team at Texas University he is undefeatable.
Ryan pushes the scrawny legs higher his arm pinning them behind the knees, Mandy squirming his sock clad feet helplessly, since the impossible position has him locked under. “Give up and I will let you go, and promise never to cheat again. Well unless it’s….”
“Ryan.” Lance says firmly.
“I give! I give up, let me go!” Mandy howls, over Ryan’s chuckles. The older boy releases him carefully, then ruffs his mass of curly blonde hair. Mandy knocks his hand away then jumps up and storms out angry he lost again.
His father sighs deeply, and allows his son to walk up the stairs, above his door closes firmly. “Ry you know he can not take that, can you ease up on him a little?”
Staring up at Lance, he gets slowly to his feet, straightening his cloths and laughing lightly. “Stone you know…”
“Please call me Lance and I do not know why you insist on rough housing with him when you know he is not the type for such games.” He cross his arms over his chest, he did not want to chastise Ryan again especially since the letter. “Come on help me with dinner and tell me how’s school?”
Over the next hour, they prepare dinner and discuss Ryan’s studies, since this fall would be his last semester. Lance could not be more proud of the young man; he has come from a tough life and now would be a graduate just shy of his twenty-third birthday.
“Stone I am grateful for all you’ve done to help me through school; I swear I will pay you back every penny.” He stops speaking as that familiar open palm waves away the offer.
“I will not hear of it, you do enough for me already, keeping an eye on Mandy during the summer helps, it really does.” He smiles at the young man wondering when he would come clean. “After dinner, I want to speak with you about the financial end of things at school.”
“Oh I got them under control no need to worry.” Ryan says his face flushing, “I’ll get Mandy.” He said quickly making a fast exit.
Shaking his head, Lance finish setting the table wondering why the boy hid this from him for so long.
Mandy stares at his computer, and then responds to his friend his face sweaty, he licks his lips reading the comment then grins. His fingers tap quickly over the keys, feeling this time his dad will see he can do something cool too.
[TBC]