All to Save a Brother

Author Notes: Here you go. This chapter did not turn out how I planned. James is not exactly raped, but there is a sex scene, which I don't think I made too graphic. I might just be my opinion, but too me, it isn't too graphic. There is some language this chapter, so if you are easily offended don't read. By the way, I named two characters Fred and George and it is not supposed to be a reference to HP. I just picked names from the top of my head. I did make a reference to Severus Snape, so that's why I may have came up with the twins' names. Of course I don't own Snape. If I did, he would have been gay. : )

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Lisa: So far, Sebastian is one of my fav characters. Sometimes parents give up looking because if it's been awhile, they just lose hope and assume that the kid is dead.


A couple of days passed and in those 2 days James ate very minimal. Also, he was not called to perform yet. James did not know what they were waiting for, but he did not want to refuse a gift. The longer they waited, the more time he had to train his powers, and train he did. Any chance he got, he would mediate. He powers were getting stronger, but they were nowhere near where they had to be. Robert seemed to buy the idea that James had regular panic attacks and meditation helped. He did not once go to their captors to report the suspicious behavior, which left James the needed time to mediate.

After the two day mark, something very unwelcome broke the monotonous atmosphere. The unknown guy the two days before that had taken Robert and Jean to film, who he had discovered the name to be Zeke, came into the room. All activity stopped and fright showed on every face, except Robert’s. He just smirked. Zeke grabbed Sebastian by the arm roughly as well as another boy by the name of Xander. Xander, who had dirty blonde hair that stopped at just the top of his ears, had a look of fear in his soulful brown eyes at the thought of what was coming. Zeke smirked at the fear, while outright laughed at the anger shown in Sebastian’s face.

Zeke looked over to James, who was watching the scene with a frown. Zeke sneered at the young boy. “It is a grand day for you because you, my dear boy, will not just be wondering what is happening, you lucky boy.”

James shifted on his bed, nervous. “What do you mean? Am I losing my virginity today? I am not ready! I do not want to!” Tears were already coming to his eyes, at simply the thought of sex.

Zeke snickered. “Do not worry your pretty little head. Today is not your lucky day yet for that. You will simply be watching the interaction, so you know what is expected of you.”

James looked even more stricken at that though. “I do not want to watch them. Please, do not make me.” Without realizing it, James let out his puppy dog eyes that always made Marcus do anything that he wanted.

All Zeke did was show a cruel smile. “Puppy dog eyes do not work on me little boy. I am not that impressionable. And you WILL watch and you WILL enjoy the little show. Next time you are called, you WILL perform. Consider it a reprieve that you don’t have to perform yet.” Zeke paused, staring at James’ horrified expression, before he continue. “Get off you tiny little ass, and come with us. I will drag you kick and screaming if I have to. It will be easier if you just come.” Sebastian stepped away from Zeke and Xander. He sat on the bed, before Zeke roughly yanked him up. “You will NOT sit down while you are going to be coming with me. Is that understood?”

Sebastian nodded solemnly before he turned back to James. “Please, I know you do not want to, but you must. One way or another, you will end up coming with us anyways. Just make it easier on yourself, please. I don’t want to see you punished for no reason.”

James looked into Sebastian’s pleading eyes. Since James had waked up here, Sebastian had become a constant in his life. He was sort of a mother hen figure and made sure James ate enough so he would not get sick. He realized that if Sebastian were to see James punished, it would hurt him as much as it would hurt James. It might have not been a physical pain, but it would have been emotional. Sebastian had kind of become like a second older brother and James did not want to hurt him. So, with this reasoning, James reluctantly stood up.
Sebastian sent him a grateful smile, and James followed the three of them out of the door.

James was led into a large room. It was empty except for a large mattress, big enough to probably allow five people to lay on it comfortably. On closer speculation, James could tell that it was two mattresses to put together. The mattresses were not on any frames, but they laid simply on the floor. There were no pillows, sheets, or blankets. Around the bed, there were lights. The only were they were no lights was the side closest to the door. That was because there was a video camera in place.

Zeke smiled in a sinister way as he pushed Sebastian and Xander towards the bed. They stumbled and toppled on it. Sebastian almost fell on Xander, but he caught himself first. Instead, he fell on his side next to the other boy.

James watched with sad eyes at the two people. Zeke than turned to him, and with a hand, forced James to the floor. James fell to his knees with a cry at the pain of his knees hitting the floor so hard.

Unknown to James, Marcus felt a jolt at the same time that James cried out. That was a good sign in James' growing power.

Back at where the hidden place, James tried to close his eyes because he did not want to watch what was about to happen. Zeke would not have any of that and forced his chin. Reluctantly, James opened his eyes to see what Zeke wanted. "Listen you little bitch, you will watch and enjoy the show. The next time you are in this room, you will be performing. Do you understand?"

James started to shake his head, but a glance at Sebastian's pleading eyes changed his mind. He forced himself nod, hating himself for his weakness in not being able to reach his brother yet.

Zeke petted his head in a mockery of kindness, making James feel even worse. Just then, another door opened. James looked up and saw Don and two other guys. The one guy had a shaved head, cold steel eyes that held no feeling, and body builder muscles in the arms, abs, and legs. From Sebastian, he knew this was Fred. The other guy had greasy black hair that fell to about his shoulders. He had a hooked nosed that looked like it had been broken one too many times and a thin, lanky body. It was very reminiscent of Severus Snape. The main difference was the personality. While Snape was an overall confident, cold hearted bastard, this guy was a insecure, cold hearted bastard. He was always ordered around, and followed the orders like an obedient puppy. Once again, from Sebastian, he knew his name was George. James felt his stomach drop at the appearance of the two.

Zeke went over to the three of them and James thought briefly about making a run for it, but quickly pushed that thought out of his head.

The quartet walked back over, Don going a little further to pet James, as if he was some kind of dog. James felt tears prickle his eyes and he forced himself not to cry. He would not give these cruel men the satisfaction of seeing his tears.

While Don had been "petting" James, George and Fred had been setting up the camera and lights the way they wanted them. All to soon, they were ready.

Don turned to the duo that was still on the bed. "This is what you two are to do. Xander, you are to force Sebastian to give you a blow job. When I say force, I mean that I want to look like it is forced on camera. If it doesn’t, you will be punished. Sebastian, you are to deep throat him. Even if you gag, keep doing it. In fact, it is better if you gag. It makes it look more like rape." Don smirked at his own joke. "Xander, I do not want you to come from the blow job. I want you to forcibly ram into Sebastian, no lube."

Xander had the nerve to actually speak up. "Sir, can I at least prepare him with my fingers? I don't want to hurt him more than I have to."

Zeke took charge and answered the soft spoken question. "I don't think so little Xander. Don told us about Sebastian breaking the rules and touching James. This is his punishment for knowingly breaking the rules."

At that statement, James felt even worst. He did not think; he just spoke. "Sir, it was just a hug. It was not like he touched me sexually."

Fred, who was standing closest to him, back handed him hard across the face. It was so hard that James actually fell over. He growled. "Did anyone actually speak to you? I don't think they did. You better learn to keep your mouth shot, unless spoken to particularly. And as for your argument, ANY kind of touching is against the rules and Sebastian knows that. He has been here long enough to know the rules. Now he will suffer."

James had sat up by the end of the rant. "It is my fault though. I hugged Sebastian and I did not know the rules."

Once again, Fred had back handed him once again. "Once again, you are talking. I do NOT care if you initiated the hug or not. Sebastian should have pushed you away. Once again, I am going to warn you. "Do not talk unless spoken to."

James knew that the last time he had talked, Fred HAD talked to him, but wisely had refrained from mentioning it. James only nodded, tears still threatening to fall.

Fred's grin sent shivers down James spine. It was so cold and no emotion whatsoever. James knew that he was probably the one to fear the most. James promised himself that he would watch out around him.

The quartet turned to the bed, while James was still looking to the side, hoping they would not notice. George was preparing the camera and Fred did notice the path James’ eyes had taken. One glare from Fred made James look at the bed.

Sebastian had his eyes closed and was breathing deeply. Xander was fidgeting. The camera was set up after a wait as were the lights.

There were chairs against the wall and Fred and George went to get them for the four captors. Of course, James did not deserve a chair. He was a dog to them, and sat on the floor like a dog.

Fred, Zeke, and Don made themselves comfortable while George adjusted the camera. He turned on and took his own seat. After a curt nod from Fred, Sebastian and Xander gazed at each other with dread. Xander was always forced to be the seme when he hated to be the one with power, while Sebastian was always forced to be the uke when he hated the idea of giving up power. Using this method of reversing what person was during sex was how their kidnappers always broke them. After a few more moments when the duo still stayed motionless, Fred snapped his fingers. George, who was always the one to be pushed and ordered around, got to his feet slowly to fix the little problem they had with the duo’s immobility. He grabbed Xander by the shirt and threw the frightened boy onto Sebastian’s stomach. “Start the fucking you waste of skin sluts.”

Xander felt tears starting to fall at the nasty name, but he nodded obediently. He should be used to the name calling by now. Showing a side, that Xander only showed when he was forced to, Xander lunged at Sebastian and pinned his arms to the floor, using his upper body weight. Sebastian began to thrash to make it look more realistically. Xander knowing what to do, Xander snarled as he sat on Sebastian's stomach to keep the legs from thrashing. In reality, Xander would not stand a chance in actually pinning someone of James’ size down, but that is what it more appealing to the purchasers of the videos.

The perverted captors watched the scene in growing fascination. Xander, still being the scene, had forcibly unzipped his pants after slapping Sebastian to keep him still. Xander had almost flinched as he slapped the other boy, but managed to keep his face neutral. He pulled his cock out that had not hardened even the slightest since they began. Xander just hoped that it would harden in Sebastian’s mouth. He did not want to get punished for it not hardening, or Sebastian to get punished for not being able to get him hard.

Xander stood up slight, but stayed in a squatting position. Sebastian played the role as the injured victim about to be taken advantage of.

Xander moved so he was squatting right over Sebastian’s face. Xander moved so he was on his knees, keeping his balance and being careful to not accidently sit on the boy. Xander was frowning, but did his best to keep his face neutral. He grabbed his cock with a rough hand, hoping he could arouse himself, just a little bit. He gave himself a couple of strokes, but knowing that they had an audience, only get himself to harden the slightest bit, but it was encouraged. He tried to force his cock down Sebastian’s throat, but Sebastian was still in the role. Playing the role of the victim, Sebastian refused to open his mouth. Xander thought about how to get Sebastian to open his mouth when an idea came to his mind. He grinned and tried to make it look as malicious as possible. He closed off Sebastian’s nose, knowing the other boy would have to open his mouth to breath. He waited about 10 seconds, with Sebastian desperately trying to keep his mouth close. He pawed at Xander’s hand without really trying, to get the other boy to let go. Xander’s plan worked and when Sebastian opened his mouth to gasp for breath, Xander shoved his cock down his throat. Sebastian gagged as it hit the back of his throat, making Xander smirk. The boy getting his cock sucked started to thrust in and out of Sebastian’s mouth. Each time, the cock would hit the back of his throat, but Sebastian learned to swallow around it so did not gag each time. With relief, Xander felt himself finally getting hard. He had a young, hormonal body. Even the situation should not keep it from reacting to Sebastian’s ministrations. Xander felt himself harden all of the way.

Sebastian was glad he could bring Xander some pleasure. He knew how uncomfortable the boy was. Xander may be a year older than him, but his personality made him seem younger than Sebastian, and the one sucking cock felt the need to protect anyone who seemed younger. Sebastian suckled on the cock being thrust into his mouth. He hummed a bit, sending jolts of pleasure through Xander’s body.

Meanwhile, while all of this was going on, their four captives had hardened the whole way at the erotic scene displayed before them. They were rubbing themselves through their pants, groaning with need, but they would not give in to primitive desires to stroke the cock in the open, no matter how much they wanted it.

For James' case, he was looking at his hand, not wanting to watch. So far, the four were so gone in their own need, they did not notice James’ lack of attention on the scene. Unfortunately, due to James’ extreme discomfort, he shifted restlessly, having the strong need to flee. The shifting alerted Don.

Don frowned and forced James look. The boy actually had the nerve to fight back against the hand that was making him face the scene. Don was growing angrier by the minute, as were the other three kidnappers, who were all distracted from the delightfully sensual scene before him.

In a stroke of genius, Fred knew how to punish James. The guy with the shaved head stood up, grasping James’ arm roughly, forcing the young boy to his feet. James was fighting the whole time, but was eventually standing. He pushed James to the mattress. He kicked the back of James’ knees, forcing the boy to fall to the mattress. As a result, James landing on Sebastian’s bottom half, forcing the boy sucking cock to grunt from the added weight. The grunt sent tingles to Xander’s cock, which in return, sent vibrations of pleasure through Xander’s whole body, causing Xander to give a cry out. Xander quickly pulled his cock out of the mouth before he came. He was not supposed to come in Sebastian’s mouth and was not going to get punished for making the mistake. He learned his lesson when that happened once before by accident. Xander breathed deeply, trying to regain control over his body and forcing the impending orgasm to halt.

James was very close to breaking down, even with the initial resolve to not let these men see him cry. Fred was smiling with the brilliant idea he had. He voice was even when he spoke, not showing the glee he felt at what was about to be witnessed. “Since you did not want to watch, you can participate a little bit. Do not worry though. You will not be taking part in the main show. We are not ready for you to lose your precious virginity just yet. You will instead masturbate as you watch the two of them. You will not cum until both of them have cum though. If your eyes are off of them for a second more than is needed to blink, you will be utterly punished. Is that understood James?”

James shook his head frantically. Fred roughly grabbed James roughly by his long, raven hair, making James squint at the pain. By this time, both Xander and Sebastian had stopped to watch the drama unfold. Sebastian wished that James had simply had just watch. If he had, he would not be in this situation right now. At the same time, Xander felt sorry for the new kid, who was working hard to save them all.

James eyes were closed still, and Fred gripped his throat, shocking him enough to open his eyes. James finally lost it, and let himself cry. Fred smirked. James would break. “Listen now, you little bitch. You will watch and masturbate to them. If you do not, what we ask you to do will be a lot worse than this. You are being let off easy, trust me. So, are you going to follow my orders like a good little boy?”

By this time, James’ hair had been let go, which allowed the scared young man to look at the two other occupants on the bed. Sebastian’s eyes were pleading with him to just do it, while Xander held a look of pity. James nodded, almost unreceptively, just wanting this to be over with. With his hands shaking, he slowly undid his buttons. He hesitated slightly. He had only discovered the pleasures of masturbating not that long ago and never dreamed of doing it in front of people. Fred’s hand that was closest to James’ head twitched menacingly and at the thought of his hair being pulled once again, quickly took his soft cock out, his face fire engine red as he looked at Sebastian and Xander.

Fred moved back to his chair to watch the scene. Don and Zeke were nodding their approval at Fred’s idea, while George simply watched the scene. His eyes were fixated on Xander.

Zeke snapped his fingers and shouted a “Begin before your behinds become ruby red.”

Xander and Sebastian quickly got back into position, while James began to fist his soft cock, urging it to hardness.

Xander and Sebastian gave each other a rough, teeth clashing kiss. It may have been violent, but it brought the two of them some sort of comfort from each other. During the kiss, Xander was crudely fisting Sebastian that it actually hurt. Xander felt the balls tightened and quickly let go.

By this time, James had moved off of Sebastian where he had been thrown earlier and was on the mattress on the other side of the duo to where the camera was. If it is confusing this is how it was set up. It was camera, Sebastian and Xander in the middle, and then James on the other side. James had finally get to hardness. No matter how much he wanted to close his eyes, he forced himself not to and watched the scene. He thumb rubbed the slit, where he knew he was most sensitive. Despite himself, he gasped at the pleasure running through his body.

Meanwhile, Xander moved down Sebastian’s body, both bodies staying pressed together. He saw Sebastian’s pucker and took a deep breath. He knew he was not allowed preparation, but he did not want to hurt Sebastian. He could try to go slow though. He positioned himself at the entrance and pushed himself in, as slow as he knew their audience would allow.

At the same time, James’ fisting was growing faster. He was a very hormonal teenage boy and he was very inexperienced. He forgot that he was being held against his will. He forgot that there were spectators. He totally forgot he was told to not cum before the other two did and with a cry, came in erratic spurts. His skin was flushed to his chest and he was panting heavily.

Fred noted what happened, and that he would take care of it later. His attention turned back to the two, still intertwined. Just when Fred was about to order the two of them to start moving or else, Xander began to start pump in and out. Sebastian was wincing because of the pain. Xander was definitely not the biggest, not by a long shot, but with no preparation and no lube whatsoever, it hurt like a mother fucker. It was a wonder his anus did not tear from the forcible entry.

Xander saw how much pain Sebastian was in, and gripped Sebastian’s cock. He would ease the pain as much as he could. He squeezed the cock’s head just as he touched the sweet spot that made Sebastian see stars. The one in question howled in pleasure. A couple of more thrusts hit strategically at the same spot, and Sebastian came hard. Feeling Sebastian’s channel squeeze his cock almost painfully, caused Xander to cum with a pitiful whimper. The made to be seme collapsed onto Sebastian’s chest. Since Xander’s frame was so small compared to Sebastian, it did not harm him in the least. In fact, it did not even faze him.

Meanwhile, now that James was done from his high, he felt so humiliated. He had acted like a wanton whore who had no shame. It did not even matter that he was being forced into masturbating on display. He had let himself go and did it, his teenage, hormonal body be damned. He felt tears once again prickling his eyelids.

Fred began to converse with Don and Zeke, leaving George out of the mix. They were talking about James’ disobeying them and what the proper punishment should be. They came to a decision and decided that Zeke would be the one to administer the punishment because he showed less mercy with this particular type.

George stopped the video camera. Fred and Don went to Sebastian and Xander, pulling the two of them forcibly up. Meanwhile, Fred stood up, towering over James’ lithe body that was hunched in exhaustion. Zeke’s eyes were narrowed dangerously as James continued to ignore him.

Eventually, Zeke grew fed up with being ignored and dragged James by the arm. James could not get to his feet fast enough and stumbled, attempting to gain his footing.

Zeke pushed James on to the hard, unforgiving floor. He let out an "ooff" as he made contact with it. He pushed himself onto his elbows to see what was going on behind him. Don had just come up from behind James and Zeke, handing the latter a leather strip he had retrieved for the occasion.

James eyes widened. He was not positive about what was going to happen, but he had a hunch.

Zeke's eyes locked with his and James gulped nervously. He did not know what he did wrong. He could not remember the orders he had been given about when to cum. "I do not understand. I did everything that you told me to."

Zeke shook his head slowly. He was going to enjoy this. "No you did not, my pretty. You came quite suddenly. You were not supposed to cum before Sebastian and Xander. You have to be taught a lesson about self control."

James' eyes watered. He had not meant to cum. He had thought that if he just masturbated like he was told to, they would be happy enough with him and leave him the hell alone. He proved to be wrong in that aspect.

Zeke reached down and pulled down James pants. They were still unbuttoned from when he had fisted his own cock. Zeke admired the round globes that were not marred in the least. He was going to love to change that. He snapped the leather strap, which made James jump. Intimidation was always half of the punishment. Zeke snapped it once again; James cringed, but did not move. He knew there was no chance of escaping. If he tried to run, it would only be much worse. He did know that his emotions were at a all time high right now. He was going to try to reach his brother due to the heightened emotions. This was a perfect opportunity.

Zeke grinned, but it held no warmth. He readied the leather strap. Before beginning, he spoke. “I want you to count out the hits. You will get 10. If you do not count or it is too soft, you get three extra, and you will have to deal with the one that you did not count.” Without waiting for James to answer, Zeke began.

*Smack* The leather strap was brought down against James’’ thighs.

James counted “One” in a good voice, not even flinching at the pain.

*Smack* Zeke made sure to hit James plump, pale globes this time. After this time, Zeke alternated between the thighs and his no longer mark free butt.

Again, James counted “Two” in a voice that seemed to wobble.

*Smack*

This time, James gave a little whimper as he counted, “Three.”

*Smack*

“Four”

*Smack*

“Five” Up until now, James had let out whimpers each time.

*Smack*

This time, James let out a loud sob, and cried out in pain as “Six.”

*Smack*

“Seven”

*Smack*

The pain was now near unbearable. He was so lost in the awful sensation, he forgot to count. Zeke waited three seconds before he reached down and grabbed the hair at the nape of James’ neck. “You forgot to count. You only had two more have this, but due to your forgetfulness, you now have 5 more. Remember to count. Start with eight and end with 13. Make the mistake again, it will happen again.” Zeke did not wait, but James started to cry harder at the idea of an increased punishment.

*Smack*

“Eight.”

*Smack*

“Nine.”

*Smack*

“Ten.” James could not wait for this to be hurting. He was not sure how he would ever sit down again. He felt like his whole body was on fire.

*Smack*

“Eleven.”

*Smack*

“Twelve.” He had been trying to send messages to his brother, but he had no idea if it was working. He was too distracted by all of the pain. At the same time, that might have been helping him because his emotions were at a all time high. He would just have to pray that his brother was getting some kind of feeling from him.”

*Smack*

“Thirteen.” He yelled at the last number, crying hysterically. He tried to curl up in a ball, but it hurt too much to move even the slightest.

Zeke admired his work. He was painfully hard. It always aroused him to administer pain. He thought about it. He was sure the others would not mind a little extra punishment. He unbuttoned his skin tight jeans, pulling his cock out. It had a purple head due to him being so turned on since the filming. He stalked over to the unaware boy and pulled him by his eye.

James protested weakly. If he did not stand up though, he hair would be pulled out from his scalp. He was so sore and it hurt to walk, but he stumbled along after Zeke. He did not notice Zeke’s cock being out until Zeke made himself comfortable on one of the chairs by the bed. James shivered. He hoped what he thought was going to happen was not going to happen.

Zeke noticed his fright and leered. “Do not worry your pretty little head. I told you that your virginity would not be taken today and I meant it. I never promised that other things were not going to happen.

James’ exotic eyes were watery from the never stopping flow of tears since the middle of his ‘punishment’. “What do you mean?”

Zeke looked at the boy. “I have been so turned on for so long now. You are going to relieve me of my lust. It is so simple. Just give me a straightforward blow job.” When James did not make any move to do just that, the façade of calmness left and Zeke showed his anger. “What are you waiting for? It is not like you have never done it before, right?”

James winced as he shuffled his feet nervously. His backside was still painfully burning. “Sir, I am a virgin in every sense of the word. I never even had a first kiss.” He cringed. He really was pathetic. He was a fifteen year old boy who had never been kissed when his big brother got his first kiss at the age of thirteen.

Zeke grinned gleefully, but it did everything but calm his nerves. “I am so honored that I get to be your first blow job. I am so going to enjoy this.” The grinning façade left and in a hard voice, he ordered, “Get on your knees, facing me.”

James struggled to follow the orders with his burning flesh protesting the movement of kneeling. He wished that he could just go to sleep, wake up, and discover that everything had been a horrific nightmare. Finally, he got in the right position. Zeke’s ugly cock stood out rigid right in front of James’ face. The young boy stared at it with unfocused eyes, almost as if he did not see.

In fact, that was the case. James had been pulled into a sort of vision, but he was awake for it. He saw two people talking to each other. On closer inspection, he recognized the one on the bed to be his brother. They were probably at the hospital, so James assumed that the other one was Dr. Rendell. They were in a heated discussion about something. Marcus doubled over in pain, holding his head, right as James was snapped out of his vision by a rough hand grabbing onto his throat. James blinked confusion before he remembered where he was. His eyes dulled slightly. He was not sure what the vision meant, but he would think about it later. He looked into the cruel eyes of Zeke and the hand around his throat tightened. He had trouble breathing and he gasped for it, clawing at the hand.

Zeke let go and James almost toppled backwards from loss of balance. “It seems I finally got your attention again. What was so important, that you failed to disobey my direct orders?”

James raked his mind for an excuse. “I started to feel nauseous and I thought I was going to throw up.”

“You chose to ignore than? Do we HAVE to revisit the leather strap so soon?”

James shook his head frantically. That strap seemed like torture. “I will do anything sir. Please, not that strap again.”

Zeke grabbed his cock and began to stroke it. James eyes traveled to it and he had a bad feeling. Due to the vision, he had sort of forgotten why he was kneeling in front of Zeke in the first place, but now it came all rushing back to him. “All I want from you is a simple blow job. And if you bite me, even by accident, you will be punished with a leather strap.”

James was nervous. “I do not know what to do.”

“Stop stalling and suck, or else!”

James hastily put his small hands around the base of Zeke’s cock. He looked at it unsurely, but the thought of punishment quickened him. He put his lips to the head and suckled lightly on. He tasted some kind of substance in his mouth, and the taste was awful. He tasted so bitter and he could not imagine anyone enjoying this. All in all, it was not that bad though. That thought pattern changed when Zeke moaned and thrust his prick deeper into James’ inexperienced mouth. It hit the back of James’ mouth and the young boy felt like he was about to throw up. He attempted to pull back and get away, but Zeke had foreseen that he would pull back. To keep that from happen, Zeke grabbed James head and kept him in place. James felt himself once again starting to cry as Zeke quickened his thrusts. Zeke fucked his mouth at a high speed while James was still, and took it.

Zeke loved the feel of the moist, little mouth. He wondered what it would feel like to have his prick in the tight, little virgin hole. He knew it was not his to take though. It had already been decided, and unfortunately, he was not picked. He came with a vengeance. “I want you to drink it all. Do not let any of it leave your mouth.”

James nodded obediently. It tasted so appalling. He had the strongest urge to spit it out, but refrained from doing so. He gulped the sour substance down as quickly as possible and finally managed to pull his head away when Zeke let him go. James was panting harshly. He wanted to leave this dreadful place. He wanted to be with his big brother. Finally, after attempting to hold back tears the whole this had been going on, he let them stream down his face. He did not even struggle to hide them.

Zeke smirked maliciously. “I had a most wonderful time. I hope we will be able to do that again.”

James kept crying and Zeke grabbed him by the arm, forcing him up. He dragged the boy, who was too gone to notice what was going on. At the door to the room where all the captives slept, James was pushed in. He stumbled and fell to the floor, groaning at the pain. The door slammed behind him.

He continued sobbing on the floor. Sebastian ached to help him, but was also so scared. After what seemed like an eternity of everyone watching the “new kid”, James picked himself up and made his way to his bed. He laid down and curled in a ball, trying to hide. He fell into an uneasy sleep, missing dinner because everyone was too afraid of waking him up.

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Three cities over, Marcus was panting. He kept getting visions of his brother. The first one had been very foggy, but the next one got just a bit clear. The one after that got even clearer. It was still a bit too blurry. All Marcus could make out was his little baby brother weeping his heart out. He did see figures, but he could not tell who they were.

Dr. Rendell was trying to help him focus on the figures, by giving him some of his own energy, but they were not clear enough.

He knew that he had to find his brother soon, before it was too late.


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