All to Save a Brother

Author's Note: Sorry this update took such a long time. If it makes you feel better, it's 9,553 words. It makes it the longest chapter that I've written so far. This chapter does contain the rape of James, but he's closer to being saved. We see more of Sebastian as well, who is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters.

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Lisa: Nothing much to say, but thanx for the review. The boys will be rescued, if not this chapter, then the next. If the last chapter was hard for you to read, this one will be too.


Two more days passed and Marcus was still struggling to make the visions clearer. They were coming less and less. He was not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. It could have been good because that would mean that James was most likely not under emotional stress. It could also be a bad thing because James could be losing his life force.

In reality, James had totally withdrawn. He refused to talk to anyone, even Sebastian he would turn away from. He had not even lost his virginity yet, but being forced to give a blow job was breaking him slowly.

Sebastian was worried, but he did not know how to snap James out of his stupor. James had even given up on mediation. It seemed like he was losing his will to live. On the second day, Robert had been taken out of the room to film with a guy named Carl. Sebastian got up from his own bed and seemed to walk albeit unsurely to James’ own bed.

Standing in front of James, the younger boy refused to even acknowledge his presence. Sebastian knew James was struggling. He may have not been completely due to his atrocious parents, but his big brother made sure to shelter him from many things. Getting fed up, Sebastian took James by the shoulders and began shaking him.

James blinked wonderingly. He seemed to be coming out of a sort of trance. He looking around in confusion before his eyes fell on Sebastian. “Why did you shake me? What did I do to deserve that?”

Sebastian smiled. It was the first time James spoke to him since two days before. “I had to do something. I was afraid I was going to lose you. You have not mediated at all. How do you expect to reach your brother without increasing your power?”

James’ eyes were sorrowful. “What is the point? My emotions were at the highest peak ever. Although I kept getting distracted, I had been trying to reach my brother during the whole thing. There is no way of knowing if I did accomplish that though. I may have gotten visions too him, but they may not have been clear enough. It could have been extremely blurry with no way for him to make the images out.”

Sebastian started to shake James against. “That is exactly the reason why you cannot give up. You can be the one to save us all.”

James was now crying. “I do not know if I can. What if I cannot? What then? I will let everyone down.”

Sebastian decided that shaking James was not going to help anymore. He would try the gentle approach. “James, I know you are scared. I know what it feels like to be scared. Two days ago, all I wanted was to take you in my arms and shower you with comfort, but I was too afraid to. All I kept thinking about was getting punished because of Robert ratting me out. The only reason why I can touch you now is because Robert is not in here. Now, listen to me. You need to be strong. The only way you can possibly let every single person down is by not even trying to reach your brother. You are the only seer we have, even if you are a new seer. If anyone can save us, it is you. You need to mediate and focus your powers. Who knows? You said your emotions were at an all time high two days ago. You may have reached your brother already, but like you said. There is no way of knowing, so you must keep trying until we are rescued. I will do anything I can to help you. Let me help.”

James looked into Sebastian’s face. He could see the honest truth in the eyes. He wanted to save Sebastian more than anyone else. Sebastian deserved to live a real life and he would make sure that happened. There was one thing he wanted first though. “You said you would do anything for me?” Sebastian nodded. James smiled, although it seemed to be a little forced. “Two days ago, you said you wanted to comfort me. Robert is not in here now. Can you hold me and comfort me now, please? I really need it.”

Sebastian did not hesitate. He took the quivering boy into his arms. Lightly, he stroked his back, letting James soak up the comfort and soak it up James did. Sebastian made him feel so safe, even in this atmosphere.

Of course, James was not allowed the one reprieve. The door opened. James and Sebastian jumped away from each other, hoping with everything they were that the person at the door had not seen the hug.

The person happened to be Don and it seemed like they had a stroke of good luck for Don did not appear angry at all. In fact, he was actually smiling. James was not sure why at the time, but Don’s smile scared him more than when he was angry. He was about to find out why though.

Don walked into the room, followed by Robert and Carl. The first was smirking in James direction which unnerved him, and the latter had his eyes totally blank. He seemed to go within himself. James wondered if that was how he had been for the last two days.

Don walked over to the bed that James and Sebastian were sitting up. Sebastian put as much space as possible between the two of them to make it look less suspicious. After a moment, Don gestured for James to follow him.

James got up the nerve to ask, “Wby?”

Don’s smile turned into a frown with his brows furrowing in less than one second. This guy could change moods at a snap of the fingers. “You do not have any right to ask questions. You will do what you are told and come with me. Do you need the leather strap again for being disobedient?”

James’ mind flash backed to that horrible strap, the strap that had caused him so much pain. He would do anything to avoid feeling that burning sensation on his thighs and buttocks. He obediently stood up.

Don smirked at the small framed boy. The strap was a good way to train him; Zeke sure knew what he was talking about. Don petted his head in mock gentleness, than started to walk towards the door.

James looked at Sebastian helplessly before following. He had a bad feeling about this filming, considering no one else was coming with them. He wondered what his captors had in store for him, but he would not mind waiting to find out.

James sighed when saw the dreaded mattress with cameras set up all around it. Don pushed him in the back so he stumbled towards the mattress. A door to the left open and the other three captors walked in. They all were leering at him as they went over to stand in them.

Don began speaking to him, but James did not turn to look at him. “This is your lucky day James.” When James did not respond or even acknowledge that he heard, Don squeezed his neck in a painful grip until the young boy looked at him. Their eyes meant. “Do you have any manners? You will look to the person who talks to you. As I was saying, today is your lucky day. After being here for six days, you will finally lose your virginity.”

James swore that his heart stopped beating. He thought he would be able to save everyone before it came to this. He wasted too much time moping the last two days though. He might have been able to save everyone if he had snapped out of it and mediated. “Sir, I do not want to.”

Don’s eyebrows rose. “I do not care what you want to do or do not want to do. In fact, if you do not want to do it, it will be all the more appealing to our buyers. In that case, your desires are wonderful.”

James gulped nervously. He wondered if there was a way out of this, but he knew there was no way. He would just have to deal with it and attempt to reach his brother with the increased emotions. “Who will take my virginity?”

Don smirked and James felt something drop in his stomach. “I have been given the wonderful honor since I am the one who took. But do not worry your pretty little head. I will not be the only to get a try at you today.”

While this conversation had been going on, George had been setting up the camera and lights. He gave thumbs up to show that he was ready.

James began to shiver once again. This was getting ridiculous. Most of the time, James had the look of a leaf in the wind.

Don pushed him hard so he fell backwards on the mattress. James watched as Don undressed himself, the lean man not taking his eyes off the shivering boy. Don was down to his pants and they were soon gone. Don did not wear any type of underwear because he felt like there was no use for them and James gasped at the erect cock. For such a lean, skinny guy, his cock was gigantic. Don was smug at the look of fright on James' face. He bent down and began to caress James stomach underneath his shoulder, acting like he would be gentle.

James started to relax. If Don was gentle like this, he thought he could deal with the pain of losing his virginity. Suddenly, Don ripped off James shirt, leaving it in tatters are all trace of gentleness was gone.

Without thinking, James tried to run away, but Don was not letting him up. He grabbed James by the waist and forced him down. When James tried to buck Don off of him, Don slapped him hard across the face, leaving James dazed. Don leant down and whispered into James' ear. "Listen to me, you will be a good little boy and stay still. The more you fight, the more painful it will be for you. You will not get away anyways. If you try to be good, you might actually enjoy yourself. What do you say James? Will you behave yourself? You do not want the leather strap again, do you?"

James shook his head. In a defeated whisper, "I will be good sir. Please though, I am really scared. Please do not hurt me."

Don smirked evilly. "I'll see what I can do for you." The older man began to caress James' stomach again, and slowly, the tension left his body. Don's hand ventured lower unbuttoned the pants that James had been wearing since he was taken. He slid the pants down the lanky body that had not been getting enough nourishment.

He started to stroke James' cock to hardness. Against James' will, his cock did become hard. James was horrified. What was happening? He could not actually be enjoying being touched by his kidnapper so intimately? Why was his body betraying him? He did not want this to happen. He wanted this to stop as soon as possible. Still, his cock became erect. James wanted to bury his head in the ground and hide himself from all of the prying eyes.

Don chuckled. "You sure do have an eager, little body don't you? Do you want me to bury my cock into your tight, little virgin hole?"

James was scared of what would happen if he denied it, but still, James shook his head 'no'. "I want to go home," he whispered.

Don chuckled. "Too bad you will not be going home." Suddenly, Don swooped down between James legs, and took the young boy's cock into his mouth.

The feeling surprised James, and he knew that under normal circumstances it would be very pleasurable to him. As of at that moment, all James wanted was for Don to stop. He wanted to go back to the room and sleep all the humiliation away.

After a couple of moments without any real response from James, Don left the cock. He was not happy. He wanted to have James moaning for him. His cock may be hard from the stimulation, but the young boy was still refusing to let himself go and it was making Don angry. Don decided that if James would not respond to gentle touches, he might respond to cruel touches that hurt. He had tried to be gentle, but unfortunately for James, it was not going to happen now. He painfully gripped James' cock, making the younger boy cry out, but it was not from pleasure. It hurt so badly.

Don relished in the sound of James' cries. It was such a beautiful sound, and it made Don so god damn horny. He squeezed tighter, and James began to thrash from the pain.

James was whimpering. "Please, stop. It hurts too much."

Don sneered, "Too bad for you. You were not responsive enough when I was attempting to be gentle." Giving one last squeeze, his hand left James' abused cock, which had softened due to the pain. Don forced James' legs up, so his knees were nearly touching his chin. He saw the virginal puckered hole and nearly came at just the sight. It was going to be so good. If it was possible, Don's cock hardened even more at the sight. He pressed the cock to James' anus, not going in yet. It was simply touching the entrance. Don looked at James' pain filled eyes, thinking they looked even more breath taking like that. He wondered how much more beautiful they would look filled with even more pain. He decided to find out. He pushed himself in harshly, not caring as James let out a strangled cry. There was no type of preparation, no nothing. He did not even wait until James had adjusted slightly. He set a face pace; afraid he would come before he was ready. He pushed in and out, trying not to hit James' prostrate. He did not want the boy to feel any pleasure now. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could make out the other three captors pleasuring themselves and it fueled Don more. His pace was building even more. By this time, the erection James' had unwillingly sported was completely nonexistent. After a few more thrusts, Don came with a grunt of pleasure. He would not howl for anyone, not even if he truly desired to.

Don panted as he stood up and slightly shaky legs. He never lost himself so quickly for
anyone, and it was slightly unnerving that a fifteen year old boy had caused him to almost lose control.

After Don had stood up, James huddled himself in a boy. He never thought he could hurt so much. He thought that nothing could be worse than what happened two days ago. He was very wrong in that assumption.

He felt like his soul had been torn out. He was very traditional in a sense. He knew he was homosexual; he may not have ever been in any relationships, but he has had a couple of crushes. All of his crushed had been on guys and he never found himself looking at a girl in any way, but possibly friendship. Even his brother knew. He told his brother pretty much everything, and his Markie had accepted his sexuality speedily. Even though he was homosexual, he found no pleasure in the act that was just committed. Although he never even had a first kiss, he had wanted to give his virginity to his life partner. He only wanted one person to ever have him sexually and now, his wish would never come true because there were perverts in this world. He wanted to just die. It did not matter if he ever got out of here now. He would never be pure.

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Suddenly, Marcus sat up straight in bed. He had had a dream, but he did not think it was really a dream. He thought it might have been a vision from his little brother, but he had trouble remembering what it was about.

*Never be pure*

*Never be pure*

*Never be pure*

The words echoed in his head. Those words sounded familiar, but he could not place them. Were they coming from his brother? If they were, what did they mean?

Marcus thought about it hard. Inwardly, he knew what they meant, but he did not want to believe it. There was only so much that the phrase 'never be pure' could mean. What it meant was blinding Marcus, but he did not want to believe that his little brother's virginity was taken. Marcus knew about James' wish, about only giving himself intimately to one person, and one person alone. He did not want to believe that his Jamie's dream had died that day, be he could not deny it. Jamie needed him and he was determined to find him, even if he died trying.

He winced as his side started to hurt him. Just as he groaned in pain, Dr. Rendell came to check in on him. Marcus was thankful it was the seer. Dr. Rendell needed to know what he felt. The good doctor gave him some medication to numb the pain a bit. Just as he was about to turn and leave, Marcus hand shot out to stop him. "Please, Doctor. I think I might have felt something from my brother, but I am not sure. I woke up a little quickly with a dream, but I cannot remember it clear. I phrase kept repeating itself in my head though."

Dr. Rendell nodded. "It sounds like you might have had a vision. What was the phrase?"

Marcus sighed. He was hoping he was wrong and that Dr. Rendell would reassure him. "It was 'never be pure'. Can you please tell me that it is not what I fear it is?"

Dr Rendell's heart was breaking at the desperation in Marcus' voice. "If it did tell you that, it is a good chance that I would be lying. It does not sound good. Since I am a doctor, I have treated rape victims, both female and male. Most of the time, right after rape, the victims feel like they are tainted or dirty, and that they will never be clean no matter how much they were themselves." Marcus had tears streaming down his cheek. Dr. Rendell broke all code of professionalism, and hugged Marcus. "I am so sorry. I will do everything I can to find him before he is killed. I promise. You need to stay strong though. Your brother may be able to send you visions through high emotions, but in order to receive them clearly, you must be calm. Otherwise, they will continue to be blurry and unfocussed. Do you understand?"

Marcus was hiccupping, but he nodded sullenly. "I just want my brother safe and in my arms again.

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James had blacked out before, but he woke up after being kicked in the ribs one too many times. He hurt so much. Now, not only did his anus hurt, but so did his ribs as well.

Don smirked as he saw James' eyes open. "About time you decided to join us in the land of the living Sleeping Beauty. The fun is not done yet, so no sleeping."

James groaned, but nodded. He attempted to sit up, but was pushed down again. This time, it was Zeke who had hurt him. "It is my turn for a little fun. I may have not gotten to 'deflower' you so to speak, but that does not mean that I cannot have fun." Zeke reached down and began to stroke James. He knew that if James' own body betrayed him, it was be even quicker before he was broke.

James whimpered as he began to slowly harden. "Please, do not do this. Do you any of you have any sort of heart?"

Zeke laughed snidely. "Do you think we would be here if we had a heart? Just relax and you might enjoy this Sleeping Beauty."

James knew that he had earned himself a new nickname. His cock had fully harden against his will, but he did not want this.

Zeke was laughing. "You will be begging to come soon; do not worry." Zeke flipped James around so he was on his stomach. “Get on your knees like the dog that you are."

James struggled, but he managed to get onto his knees, although it hurt like hell to do so.

In one fluid motion, the man slid in to the hilt. Even after his hole being stretched from the first time, it hurt his abused backside. Zeke hit his prostrate every time. He was crying, but it was not from pleasure. Even if his cock was hard from Zeke's ministrations, he was taking no pleasure in the act. He was crying for this to be over.

Zeke quickened his pace, until he shot his load into the young boy. James' knees almost gave out, but he kept his knees steady. He feared the leather strap more than anything else. Zeke reached under him, and gripped his slightly softened cock. He was openly sobbing by now. "Please, just stop. Leave me alone."

Zeke laughed. "What fun would that be? Do you not want to cum? You will feel so much better when you do.'

Against James' will, he eventually hardened fully again and came with a strangled cry. No matter how much he tried, he could not stay up. He collapsed onto his stomach, getting ready to welcome darkness. Just as he began to drift off, he felt himself being hit with the dreaded leather strap. He wanted the darkness though and he welcomed it.

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Marcus was crying and Dr. Rendell was trying to get him to calm. He was gripping the good doctor's coat tightly. "It is my brother though. He needs me. Something is really wrong. Help him."

Dr. Rendell did not know what to do. "I am sorry. The only way to help him is to find him."

Just then, the officer he had called came in. "Is there a problem."

Marcus was so far gone in the feelings mostly likely belonging to his little brother that he did not even think that he was staying. "My brother, he needs help. Please help him."

The police officer, who was named Mickey, looked at him like he was losing his mind. "Do you know where he is?"

Marcus shook his head woefully, panting heavily. "No, but he has just been raped 2 times."

Mickey was getting a weird feeling. "How would you know that?"

Marcus did not even think. "I just do. He is a seer and I can feel his pain. Just find my innocent, little brother. Please!!" Marcus started to convulse from the rush of emotions.

Dr. Rendell rushed about getting him some medication to calm down. All Marcus doing was hurting himself and it would not save his brother. After Marcus was sedated, Dr. Rendell went to talk with Officer Mickey.

Mickey had a feeling that Marcus was telling the truth about why he was able to know. He looked at the doctor, and was surprised that the doctor did not seem fazed at all. "Doctor, what was that about being a seer?"

Dr. Rendell sighed. "I know Marcus was overrun with his brother's emotions. It must have been James being seriously in pain. I should have known he would slip up?"

The officer looked at the doctor closely. "Slip up how?"

Dr. Rendell began to tell the story about James as well as himself being seers. He told how the brothers were really close, and because of that, the older brother was able to receive visions when the young brother had high emotions. Hence, that was why he had been in panic mode before.

The officer was awestruck. No matter how real it sounded, he knew that after the episode he witnessed with Marcus, it was very true. The brother's relationship was the key to finding the youngest. For now though, Marcus had to rest.

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James finally came around, but he still felt dizzy. When he opened his eyes, his whole backside was burning. He knew it was not solely from being raped twice, but he had been beaten once again with the leather strap. He had tried so hard to be good, to avoid the pain from that first beating that he still remembered extremely vividly, but he had failed.

He looked around and saw his four captors leering down at him. Although he prayed, he knew he was not done yet. He was told that they would all have fun. He was only awake for two rapes. He knew that it was a possibility that he had been raped unconscious, but that would not make for a good film. His torturers would want him to suffer and he would have to be awake to do. The only ones left were Fred and George, and they bother looked ready to pounce. He knew there was no point in begging. He had already begged and had not been shown an ounce of mercy.

Fred was the first one to come to him. James was shivering uncontrollably. Out of all of his kidnappers, he was probably most scared of Fred. Although Don and Zeke seemed pretty cruel in their own right, Fred was probably the most sadistic and was terrified to know what Fred had in mind for him. The question was soon answered though, for Fred took out a knife.

Without thinking about punishment, James tried to get away. Fred smirked. He motioned were George who stalked over, and held the struggling boy down. James fought with all his might, which was not that much due to his small size. Fred was shaking his head in mock disappointment. “You know, the more you thrash, the more it will hurt. Who knows, I might have bad aim and you would no longer be a man.”

That instantly stopped James’ thrashing. He did not believe that Fred would actually go through with his threat because of the money there were going to make off of him, but he was too scared of the thought and did not want to take the chance.

Fred smirked nastily. “That is a good little dog. Now, be very still and it will be over shortly.”

James closed his eyes and prayed that Fred was telling the truth that it would be over quickly. He had though Fred would cut him with it and then rape him.

That is not what Fred did though, at least not exactly. George had already let go of him to stand by the camera. The other 2 captors had their cocks out and were hard again. They seemed to be asking Fred something with their eyes, and the sadistic guy nodded in approval of the idea. Fred held the knife to his head while his breath came in short guys. He entered the totally loose hole in one swift thrust.

Fred had a disappointed tinge to his voice when he commented, “You are so loose after being fucked twice already. I will have to fuck you again, after you hole is back to normal size.”

James sobbed at that. He never wanted to have sex again, whether it being forced or it being willingly. Suddenly, he felt 2 hard pricks against his mouth and he stubbornly kept his mouth shut. He back was already stinging from the stupid strap. What was the point of trying to protect himself? One of the guys – he did not looking up to see who – grabbed his throat and gave it a squeeze. He gasped in pain and one prick was shoved in his mouth. There were a couple thrusts before it was placed with another. The other prick gave a few thrusts as well. This cycle continued to his mouth, taking turns with the moist heat that was his mouth. James felt like he was chocking as both pricks continuously hit the back of his throat.

Zeke hit James prostrate more than once, but nothing was getting him hard. He was too scared of the knife that was still at his neck. One wrong move and he could end up seriously hurt. Although, being hurt did not sound too bad of an idea right now at that point of time. At least the pain would go away if he was dead. He would not be able to feel anything, and he could be in peace. Suddenly, he felt wetness in 2 holes. Zeke had let go with a grunt. One prick released in his mouth and pulled out. The other prick was placed in his mouth. His tears were running down his cheeks in streams as the prick pumped in and out. The knife was still at his neck, so he did dare move his head. Finally, the other prick, who he still did not know who it belonged to for his eyes were closed, released into his mouth. It was a heavy load and gagged. It was very bitter taste and due to previous experience, he knew it belonged to Zeke. He knew that bitter taste after giving oral for the very first time.

He laid his head down in exhaustion. “Can I please go to sleep now? Have you not done enough to me?”

“Not yet, our little dirty slut” Zeke gave with a purr. This is still one of us who did not get to have any sort of fun.

Fred smirked. “Who says I was done?” The knife pressed against his neck, and James did not dare breath. Although he would like to have never felt this pain again, he did not want to die, no matter what he had thought earlier. He was not really to leave this life. In his heart, he knew his brother was looking for him and would find him eventually. The tip teasingly grazed his skin where there was a blue vain. He felt his heart beating farther. Instead of pressing more into his neck though, the knife life. He let out a sigh in relief. He did not want to think that Fred would really kill him. Just as he was beginning to relax slightly, he felt the knife once again pressing skin, but this time it was his inner thigh. He tensed again, hoping that Fred was just trying to intimidate him. The knife did not leave though and pressed more into his body. Suddenly, he felt a stinging sensation and he knew Fred was carving him up as if he was turkey. He could feel the wetness of the blood and he was so afraid. It hurt more than the rapes had, if that was even possible. With the strange motion that Fred was making, he knew the elder man was writing something on him. He was carving letters to spell something and he did not want to know what it would be. After what seemed like eternity, the knife left his skin and he allowed himself to relax, but only minimally. The pain was definitely still there, but with the knife gone, he did not after be afraid of losing his manhood like he was threatened with.

James was flipped over by Fred, and there was no sense of remorse in the eyes. After motioning to the other captors, Fred was made to sit up and look at his thigh. James closed his eyes because he did not want to know what was spelled. He felt the knife press into his stomach, dangerously close to his groin area and forced his eyes open. He looked down at the bloody cuts. Either fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, he could not make out the words through the blood. Fred must have sensed this as he smirked. "I spelled out 'whore'. Now, whoever looks at you will know what you truly are. You are nothing but a dirty, little whore. The only thing you would ever be good for is sex."

James' face was so wet, that when tears fell over, no one could tell that they were new tears. "No I am not. My brother loves me. He sees the value in me. I am more important than just a sex toy and he will save me. I just know it."

Don moved to the front. "How can you be so sure about that? Did you not tell me your brother was in the hospital with kidney cancer? How will he save you?"

James had enough of his mind to know to not spill his secret, for it was everyone’s only real chance of being rescued from this hell hole. "I just know it. He will find me, I promise you. You will all go to jail for what you have done."

That seemed to be the last straw for Zeke. He back handed James with the hand that held the knife, and his face ended up bloodied as well. "You will show some respect you little whore. We will show you what your only talent is. Your only talent is the way you use your ass, and mouth, which is not for talking. We will put you in your place before we are through here today."

Although James was crying, his eyes held his defiance. He remembered what Sebastian had said to him earlier that day. He would not break down. His brother would save him and the rest of the captives needed him to be strong.

Zeke motioned to George, who wore a scowl reminiscent to Severus Snape. "Do you want your turn buddy?"

George nodded eagerly. He may not be too bright, but he knew that James was a nice fuck. He came over, his pants already unbuttoned in preparation.

Fred moved away to where Zeke stood to allow room for George. The Snape look alike was already rock hard and he plunged it. Although James had already been taken three times, to George, he felt like a perfect fit. George groaned. Although Fred had been unhappy with the looseness, to George, it was tight enough for he was quite thick. George had been so turned on by the marking of James that he did not last more than a couple of minutes, but he let himself go with a low groan.

As George pulled out, he found himself bloody from both James’ abused anus as well as the blood of the branding of ‘whore’ on his body. Again he was not the brightest, but he was sadistic in his own right. He pulled James up by the hair to his cock. James mouth was close and staying close. “Clean me off, you little slut.”

James saw the glint of the knife out of the corner of his eyes, and reluctantly opened mouth. George shoved the cock between his lips and James began to lick it. Unfortunately, for James, under the ministrations of his tongue, George’s cock began to harden. James was not going to get off with a simple cleaning, and soon George was thrusting in and out of his mouth. After a few rapid thrusts, he came with a grunt and James was forced to drink everything.

Everything was hurting him and James lost consciousness.

Zeke smirked. “I guess we can let him off this time. After all, we got what we need.

Don and Fred nodded with smiles that showed their too white teeth.

George nodded dumbly, still coming down from his eye.

Don stalked to the teen and heaved him above his shoulders. He walked to the bedroom, and dumped the young boy unceremoniously onto the floor.

At the sight of his now close friend, Sebastian’s eyes watered. All of their first times here had been brutal. He had a feeling though that James’ first had been a lot worse. He knew that his new friend was the youngest and the cutest out of all of the girls and boys here. He could easily be mistaken for a girl due to his small frame and many went for that effeminate look. He knew that their captors had all taken a special interest in him. He knew that he had been raped at least four times, had probably been given oral at least once or twice, among other things that were probably done. Sebastian ached to go to him, to hold him, to shield him from all pain, and to protect him in the place of the big brother that James always talked about.

Zeke grinned evilly. “We want no one to touch him. You are know the rules of touching each other. You will be punished if you disobey us.”

The door closed and he got up to go to his friend. Robert stopped him though. “What do you think you are doing Sabs?”

Sebastian cringed at the hated nickname Robert came up for him. For once, he really did not care if he got into punished. “I am going to my friend. I do not care if you tell, but he needs comfort. I will not have him withdrawing again.”

Just as Sebastian reached his young friend, the friend in question began to stir. He bent down so he was level with him. He hand rested on James’ shoulder, and the young boy stiffened in fear. Sebastian made soothing sounds. “It is only me James. It is Sebastian. You are okay. I am right here.”

Although James had woken, he had kept his eyes closed out of fear. Now though, at hearing the familiar voice, he hesitantly opened his eyes. “Sebastian?’

Sebastian smiled with sadness. “It is over, at least for today. You can rest easily.” He easily scooped his young friend into his arms and smiled as James burrowed closer.

As he laid the young boy on the bed, he was only slightly aware of the door opening behind him. James, on the other hand, heard it, and tried to warn Sebastian. “Sebastian, please, I am scared.”

Sebastian soothingly rubbed his head. “It is okay little one. I will protect you, I swear it.”

The voice behind him made Sebastian’s blood run cold. “You say you can protect him, but who will protect you?” It was Fred’s very angry voice. He stalked over to the pair that was on the bed. “I told everyone specifically to not touch him. And what do you do? You go behind my back?”

Although Sebastian was scared, he would not back down. “He is my friend and I will protect him. There is nothing that you can do to stop me.

Fred was livid. “Maybe a punishment is in order there. Your disobedience has to be corrected after all.

James was tugging on Sebastian’s shirt. “Please, do not do this Sebastian.” James was scared for his friend. He did not want Sebastian to get the dreaded leather strap because of him. He could not stand the thought of his friend being hurt.”

Sebastian though, seemed to be intent on baiting their captors. “You can punish me as much as you want. I will continue to protect my friend. I may not have protected him before now, but I am not scared anymore. His safety is more important to me then my own.”

Suddenly, Sebastian was knocked off the bed, and landed with a ‘thump’ onto the floor.

Sebastian let out a gasp and sat up hurriedly, wanting to make sure that Sebastian was okay. Unfortunately, he had lost quite a bit of blood, due to the marking. Because of his blood lost, he was slightly dizzy. When he sat up so suddenly, he fell of the bed and landed on the floor next to Sebastian. This only made the situation worse because Sebastian automatically put his arms around the younger boy to shield him from the floor.

Of course, this served to anger Fred even more. He grabbed the boy and threw him away. He landed a couple feet in front of the door which had opened, to reveal the other kidnappers, who had come in to see what all of the commotion was about. All of the other captives, besides Robert of course, became frightened. They were all afraid of being punished now.

Fred looked at Sebastian with his fists closing. “You better tell me that you will never touch again, unless specifically told to. If you agree, you will not be punished today. Do you understand?”

James preyed that Sebastian was not stupid enough to bait the captor even now. But, Substation was stupid enough.

Sebastian’s eyes were blazing fire. “I told you once, and I will tell you again. I will protect him no matter what. No matter how many times, you punish me, I will not back down.”

Suddenly, Fred’s hand shot out and gripped Sebastian’s throat in a death grip. “You may want to rethink your answer.”

Although Sebastian was having trouble breathing with his restricted airway, his eyes still held the same defiance. You cannot scare me anymore. I am tired of being scared. If his brother was here, nothing would stop him from protecting James. Although...” His breathing was coming in shorter gasps. “Although I have not known him that long, he is my brother in my heart. I will protect him; you cannot break me.” Fred let go of his throat. “I will admit to it; I was almost broken. I was so afraid of doing anything. James is who is keeping me from breaking. Knowing that I have to protect him, where keep me sane in the right state of mind. I will not abandon him, no matter what you do to me.”

James thought Fred was about to lose it at the end of Sebastian’s long winded speech. The smile on his face though, scared him more than anything would. This was not going to be good for Sebastian.

Fred was grinning, but it held no warmth. “So, you think protecting the little slut is the most important thing. Do you?”

Sebastian did not hesitate, but he nodded. “Nothing will hinder me. I will protect him until I die.”

Fred continued to grin. “If that is so, I have the perfect punishment for you. You will wish that you had just obeyed me the first time, for not only will you suffer the consequences, the person who you are trying to protect will suffer as well.” He turned to the other captors were still in the room, surrounding James. “Don, grab the little slut and bring him to the film room. I will get Sebastian.”

Don nodded. He had a feeling that he knew what was going to happen and the punishment that Fred had in mind. He could not wait for the show. It would definitely be entertaining. He heaved James by the arm, and forcibly pulled him out of the room. Sebastian was standing, but barely. Fred grabbed his arm and dragged him as well. \

Robert watched them leave with a sneer. The two people who he hated with a passion was about to be punished. He hated one for being so soft hearted and the other for being so alluring sexually. He was not stupid. He knew if James started to behave, Robert could lose his clout and end up like the rest of the captives. Robert was good looking, but he had noting on James’ beautiful innocence. He could be easily replaced with James. He would relish in the pain of both. When Sebastian looked back to him, Robert leered while thrusting his pelvis out. He too knew what was about to happen.

Both boys were pushed towards the bed. Since James was still slightly dizzy, he actually fell onto the bed, but Sebastian held his ground.

Fred still had a slightly crazed look in his eyes. His plan for punishment was perfect. It would break both boys at the same, exact time. “Lay down Sebastian.”

The boy in question did not make any moves to do as he was told.

Fred was getting ready to lose his temper again. “You have no one to blame, but yourself. You see, we had decided to show some mercy to our favorite little slut,” He motioned towards James who was still on the bed. “We were going to let him rest for the day and recover. You had to go and ruin that though. Since you feel such a strong need to protect a waste of skin whore who is only good for a little fun, you will be the next one to take him. I know how much you wished that you could at least be the seme when your sexual encounters for filming. You are getting your wish. After being here for a year and a half, you will be on top. You will take James; do not show him any mercy.”

Sebastian shook his head. “I refuse to take him.”

Fred made a grab for Sebastian’s throat. James had struggled up to his feet and rushed to stand in front of Sebastian, the hand grabbing his throat instead. “The little whore has decided to come out and play I see.”

James had tears in his eyes and his voice wavered, but he would not allow Sebastian to be punished because of him. “Please, do not hurt him. Let him talk to him.”

Fred’s voice was grim. “Why should I let him off?’

James lips quivered. He knew he was making his own bed to lay in. “I will do anything."

Fred’s eyebrows shot up. He knew he could force James to do anything anyways, but it would be nice not having to fight him. “Fine.”

James turned to his friend “Please, just do it. I know that you do not want to touch me sexually, but I do not want you to be hurt. Remember, you told me that seeing me punished would hurt you. I feel the same way. It would break my heart if I had to see you in that kind of pain.” James eyes were watering.

Sebastian knew that it would hurt James, but he needed to do this. If he raped James, he could never forgive himself. “I am sorry James. I could never forgive myself. I cannot take you like that.”

“Please Sebastian.”

Fred stepped in between the two friends. “Time is up James. If he does not obey, he will be punished.” He turned to Sebastian. “I want you to take your friend roughly.”

Calling James ‘friend’ had Sebastian even more determined. “I refuse.”

Fred back handed Sebastian, causing the boy to fall onto the bed. James closed his eyes in terror. The camera had already been turned on and was filming the fight. Zeke reached down and gripped Sebastian’s throat while gripping Sebastian’s groin through his pants.

James could see the pain in Sebastian’s eyes, but he was not crying out. James’ felt like he was going to hyperventilate. He wanted to protect his friend with his whole being. Unwittingly, he contacted his inner seer due to his intense emotions. Self sense the negative emotions and tried with all his might to get it to his brother and the inner seer succeeded.

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Marcus had been sedated and now was resting peacefully while Dr Rendell and the two officers were in the room. Suddenly, he began to thrash in the bed.

Dr. Rendell instantly knew that it was James’ doing and went to help his patient. Using his own powers, he sent feelings of calmness. While he was touching Marcus’ forehead, he was overcome with the visions. That was how powerful they were. He saw three people. A young boy he recognized to be James was cowering and had tears in his eyes. He was watching while another boy was beaten by a third party. He could sense that James felt the need to protect this other boy, and this is where his emotions were coming from. He searched the vision and tried to find a clue to wear they were. He saw a bed in the room. He maneuvered himself in the vision and found a window at the far end of the room. He attempted to look through the window. He could barely make out a street sign, but it was too blurry to read what it said. He tried with all his might, but could not get the sign to clear. He knew there was a good chance that Marcus could actually read the sign. He knew it was the same vision Marcus was experiencing because as soon as he stopped touching Marcus, the image disappeared from his head. They had to wait until Marcus woke up though to find answers. He attempted to push feelings of calm onto Marcus so he would not be as overwhelmed with the feelings of fright, hurt, and protectiveness. There was no way to actually wake up a person on sedatives, and there was only so much he could do as a seer.

Finally, Marcus calmed. Dr. Rendell gazed at his patient. He could see that Marcus was attempting to come out of his sedative sleep, but Dr. Rendell did not have much hope that he would be able to. It was not impossible to come out of the sleep on your own if there was a strong need to, but it was very rare. Only in certain cases, could it be done.

Suddenly, the eyes that were the opposites of James’ popped open. Dr. Rendell was shocked. He had encountered only one person who had been strong enough to break out of a sedative sleep before and it was in a dire emergency. He thought about the bond that was between the two brothers and the vision that Dr. Rendell had seen blurrily, and knew that it was possible. James was in trouble and in Marcus’ heart and mind, James being in trouble was a calamity.

Dr. Rendell helped James into a sitting position. “I think I know where my brother is.”

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James could not stand to see his friend hurt anymore. He did the only thing that he could think of to stop Sebastian’s pain. He pounced, but not on Fred. He pounced onto Sebastian. He would make Sebastian have sex with him if it would keep his friend saved. James was still naked, so all he had to do was take Sebastian’s pants off. The one in question was endeavoring to shake him off.

Sebastian did not want to have sex with his friend. He admitted that when he first met James, he thought the young boy was pretty cute. If the situation where they met had been different, he might have pursued James for an actual relationship. He had always imagined himself with someone like James. After everything, even if he had not known James that long, he now though of the boy as a little brother, and did not want to do anything sexual with him.

James did not care though. He might not be able to protect his big brother Markie from cancer, but he would protect his surrogate big brother, Sebastian from a punishment that he did not deserve. He had Sebastian’s pants. He was frightened, he would not deny that. His only consolation was that Fred had moved away to stand with the other captors. They seemed to accept the turn of events. James’ inexperienced hands stroked him to hardness.

Like James, Sebastian’s body responded against his will. He knew it was his friend’s doing, but he did not want to participate it what was about to happen. He should have just took the punishment. This would hurt James so much more.

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The police listened in shocked silence. Marcus had indeed been able to read the sign. It had ‘Los Santos. The police were not sure where that was located because it was not in their usual area, but they called it in and were waiting for a response.

Suddenly, Marcus started to shiver and his breaths started to come in short gasps. Not only that, but he began to cough up blood. While waiting for the response for the police station, Dr. Rendell rushed around. These symptoms were not due to visions. They were from the cancer. The only he could really do was ease the pain and hope for the best. As the vitals began to go crazy, Dr. Rendell let out a morose sigh. He knew that Marcus would not stay in the land of the living that much longer. The cancer was spreading quickly, and the stress of his little brother’s disappearance had made it spread even faster. He just hoped the two brothers could be reunited, even briefly, before it was too late.

As Marcus' vitals began to quiet, as he went to a peaceful sleep due to the medicine, the police received the call that they had been waiting for. They knew where the boys were. It was a bit of a drive though. The two officers would be going because they had been on the case sense the beginning. They were meeting officers who work that area usually for back up.

Dr. Rendell asked if he could go. "James is going to be extremely frightened. He knows me, even if it is not that well. I will be able to calm him as well as anyone else as well." That was his unspoken way of saying that his seer abilities would come in handy for this. For that reason, the officers agreed to the good doctor's help. They knew that what they were going to witness would be terrible, and they would need every source that they could get.

They left in a hurry, hoping they could get there before it was too late. Dr. Rendell remembered James' desperation in the vision. That other boy that had been hurt during the vision, James had become close to; he could sense it in the vision. He hoped everyone would be saved by the end.

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James moved, so Sebastian was now on top of him. Sebastian struggled even harder, thinking that since he was now technically on top, he would be able to get away. James proved him wrong. He might have been very small, and before this, very mousy, but if needed, he could be quite the force to be reckoned with. He was doing this for Sebastian’s own good. He just wished the older boy would stop fighting him on this. He gave Sebastian kisses, and whispered to him. "I know that you do not want to do this. The idea of you being hurt though scares me more. I have not told you this before, but you have become like another brother to me. Do not make me see you punished. Please."

This was all said as quickly as possible, but the spectators were getting very restless. "Hurry up you little sluts. We want some action."

James looked at Sebastian with pleading eyes. Sebastian gave in. He knew the feeling of wanting to protect. He felt the same way, and did not want James to be punished because of him. He was very mindful that the younger boy had already been raped today, at least four times. He would be as gentle as possible, and do everything he could so it did not hurt.

He leaned down, and gave James his first real kiss. It was not rough. It was gentle and reassuring, reassuring that they would get out of this safe and sound. It felt nice to James, but that was all. There was nothing special about it, but he did feel a sense of comfort afterwards. After the gentle kiss was done, Sebastian reached and stroked James’ groin.

Earlier, James’ groin had been griped very painfully, but this time, it was gentle caresses, meant to bring pleasure. James knew Sebastian was trying and although his body was responding like it should, he did not feel any pleasure in the act. He let out some whimpers, but it was only because of his teenage hormones. It did not feel like it should with the person he loved, and he knew that.

After James was to full erectness, Sebastian attempted to stretch him, so it would not hurt, but a strong hand kept him from doing so.

Both boys looked up to see not Fred like they expected, but George, the Snape look alike who usually had no mind of his own. “You were already told that we want it hard, and we meant. No gentleness at all.”

Sebastian looked like that he was ready to fight, but James’ pleading eyes stopped him. They stared into each other’s eyes, coming to a silent understanding. Just as Sebastian was about to enter him, the door burst open.

Author Notes: Word Count -- 35,192
I hope you liked this. I know i gave hints, and although James will find love, it will not be with Sebastian. He will remain like a brother to James. If they meant differently, things could have happened, but it won't. Sebastian is one of my favorite characts, but not a mc in any way, just a strong suppurting character. I wrote 6,000 words in one day to finish the chapter and catch up to the daily word quota. Please Read and Review.