Chapter 3 Neither of then had any idea how much time had passed when they heard Fist's evil laugh, "I'm ba- a- a - ck!" Justin began to shiver violently. "Get over here, you little prick," the man ordered. Justin looked at Lance, begging him to do something. Lance strained against the ropes in a fruitless effort. That only further inflamed Fist and he shouted once again, "NOW, if you know what's good for him!" Justin turned toward his tormentor and struggled to his feet. His knees threatened to buckle at any moment but he forced one foot in front of the other until he was face to face with Fist, trembling with fear, knowing this man just wanted to cause pain. The knife appeared again but this time, he cut Justin's bonds in one swift movement.  Puzzled, Justin rubbed his wrists, noting the deep red marks on them. "Strip,"came the one word order and Justin froze. Snorting, Fist reached out and had Justin's shirt off before he could even react. "No," came the soft moan, "Please?" But there was no escape. His pants were around his bare feet in seconds leaving him naked. He brought his hands up to cover himself but they were swatted away by the larger man. "No way. I want to see the goods." Fist said, circling the terrified youth. He smacked his lips in appreciation of the unmarred skin, the strong, lean young body — the picture of perfection. Justin's fists clenched and unclenched in a silent effort to control his fear. Lance watched from across the room, whimpering, knowing that Justin's beauty would be ruined in minutes. Justin, concentrating on holding back his tears, jumped when he felt Fist's fingers trailing down his back and over his butt. "Down on your back, boy." While Justin complied, shaking, Fist disappeared for a few moments, then reappeared with more rope and proceeded to tie Justin's wrists together in front of him. Kneeling over the boy, his lust evident, he smiled unkindly, "Ready, sweetheart?" Justin's stomach lurched in anticipation of what was to come.  Lance had been his first sexual experience and it had always been loving and safe  even when it was wild and rough.  But looking into this creature's face, Justin knew that it was going to mean pain, that it was punishment and he suppressed a small moan.  The noise brought a grin to Fist's face, "Does that mean no?" And then his lips met Justin's, crushing them against the boy's teeth. His tongue probed, searching for an opening. Justin resisted, wrenching his head away, trying to avoid the snakelike movement but it was no use. Fist simply grabbed his hair and pulled Justin close. "Open your goddamned mouth or Lance there...." The threat remained unfinished as Justin's mouth opened to accept the unwanted invasion. Tears were running freely down Justin's cheeks and he could do nothing to stop them. The older man moved down Justin's body causing hurt wherever he stopped. Justin's body held memories of Lance's sweet, gentle touches. They were now replaced with the experience of the vicious bites on his chest and stomach that drew blood and caused him to cry out in pain. "Stop, oh please, stop," Justin begged over and over until it trailed off into a sad whimpering. In between bites, Fist plundered Justin's mouth, leaving Justin with the coppery taste of his own blood. Finally, the man got to his knees and unzipped himself. Justin moaned. "Do me, not him. I'm a good fuck," they heard Lance call desperately from across the room. "Maybe later. Right now my cock wants to see how tight his little ass is." He flipped Justin over onto his stomach and drove himself in, tearing Justin apart. He screamed now, the white hot pain driving all thought away. He just wanted it to stop. Instead there was a steady thrusting from the man above him. "Please stop. It hurts so bad," he yelled. Frenzied grunts were the only response. There was no break in the rhythm and with each thrust, Justin screamed. "Shut up," the voice hissed in his ear. He tried but with the next thrust, the pain reached a new level and he couldn't hold the sound back. A pounding on the door interrupted them and Justin bit his lip, praying for relief. "Shut him up! Jesus, you can hear him all over the damn place!" The big man pulled off, rage coming off him in waves. "You fucking little fag. You act like you've never done this before. You are so dead!" With that he stormed off only to return with a filthy rag that he shoved in Justin's mouth. Breathing raggedly, his erection stiff and red, Fist snorted, "Now, where were we?" Justin didn't move. He was focused on trying not to vomit into the dirty cloth, but when Fist re-entered him, he jerked and cried out into the gag, feeling the bile rise. Oh God no, please, don't let me choke, please no, he prayed. How much longer?  The edges of his consciousness were fading and he was grateful for that small release. Fist continued to drive into him like a wild animal, destroying the beautiful body beneath him. Lance could barely see through the tears.  He didn't want to watch but he couldn't take his eyes off Justin. It felt like he could help Justin somehow if he could just stay connected. He knew that was ridiculous but it didn't matter. He saw Fist stretch Justin's arms over his head and hold them there as he leaned over and bit down on the young man's shoulder. Justin's body barely reacted and Lance knew that he was only half-conscious. At last, he saw the shuddering release of the older man and then he rolled off, laying next to Justin, stroking him in some sick parody of love. "Stop it! Get your hands off of him!" Lance yelled, no longer caring about the consequences. Fist grinned evilly and got to his feet, zipping his pants as he walked casually toward Lance. Lance felt fear grip him but was determined not to let this horror see it. "You ain't in no position to give orders, pretty boy. Sure can see what you like about him. That hard body, the tight ass, pouty little mouth...just like a woman," he trailed off almost dreamily and Lance wanted to retch. Even having this monster think about Justin made him sick. "Now you," he said quietly, brushing Lance's hair off his face. "You're pretty hot, too." Lance flinched involuntarily at his touch, drawing a satisfied laugh from the man. Pointing to Justin, who lay unmoving on the floor, "Maybe he'll be up for an encore later. Or maybe I'll have you," he said, running his fingers lightly down Lance's cheek. Lance knew that begging was useless and only likely to make things worse but he didn't know what else to do. "Please leave him alone," he said in a voice breaking with emotion, "He's just a kid." "You ain't much older are you?" Fist asked, confused. "I have some experience though. I could make it good for you," he lied hoping to draw this creep's attention away from the broken boy on the floor. "Hmm, really? Well, we'll see. You fags is all the same. Give it up to anyone. You're disgusting," he sneered as he turned to leave. On his way out, he stopped next to Justin and rolled him over with the toe of his boot. Leaning down, he pulled the gag out and tossed it away. Justin's hands came up defensively, "Please...leave me alone." "Sweet meat. Hard to resist. But I gotta go. See y'all later." As he left the room, Justin sighed and his head rolled to the side as he sank into blackness. Lance called his name but there was no response. The slow movement of Justin's chest reassured Lance. He watched the movement of breath, in and out, until his mind drifted away from this nightmare, back to the time last year when they both acknowledged their mutual attraction. It had been forever for Lance watching Justin's every move, marveling at his perfection. Lance observed Justin now practicing the new steps, the fluidity of his long, lean body creating a tension in Lance's groin that he would have to take care of soon. Lance had accepted that he was gay but he couldn't let on to the others. He didn't want things to change among them as it most certainly would if he came out to them. So he watched Justin carefully and dealt with the results in long cold showers and plenty of dates with himself. Lance sighed and stood. *He* was the one that needed practice but he wasn't in the mood. He had to get out of this room that had suddenly become too warm. "Catch you later," he said in what he hoped was a casual tone. "Hey, bro, what about practicing?" Justin said, cocking his head, "This dance is tough and if *I'm*  having a hard time of it..,." He left the thought unfinished as he saw the pained expression on Lance's face. "Sorry, man, go ahead." Lance sighed again, "You're right. I *should*  be practicing. God knows I need it." He threw down his bag and prepared to join in the steps. Justin looked at him, chewing his lower lip. "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, Lance. I'm really sorry." Lance waved off the apology and started counting the steps. After five, he stumbled and cursed, "Shit!" Justin stopped and turned to Lance, "You don't have to do this right now." Lance glared at him, "Get off it, Justin. No more of the nicey nice. Just let me learn the damn steps." It was Justin's turn to look hurt. "I just didn't want to be alone," he said quietly. Lance looked surprised, "You'd get better results if you didn't insult me, you know." "Yeah, sorry, I just never seem to be able to ask straight out. Must be from all those years of manipulating my mom. So, Lance, will you stay and practice with me?" he said with that patented expression that no one could resist. Lance laughed, "Has anyone ever said no to you when you look like that?" "Like what?" came the innocent response accompanied by an impish grin. "Like an angel, those lips pouting..." Lance said in a way too husky voice. Fuck, he thought to himself, why don't you just lay the boy down– right here, right now?  He couldn't look up at Justin at that moment, possibly never again. He felt his friend studying him. What the hell? How long could they stand here like this? "Is there something you want to tell me, Lance?" he said softly. "Like?" Lance said in a shaky voice. He finally raised his eyes and saw an expression on Justin's face that he couldn't figure out. "Like `I'm as attracted to you, Justin, as you are to me,'"he said with a sigh. "How's that for direct?" he asked chewing on his lower lip. Lance stared at him openmouthed, not believing what he had just heard. No words would come. He simply stood there as Justin became more and more uncomfortable. "Oh shit, Lance, did I read this whole thing wrong?" Lance laughed aloud then, "No, you got it right. Wow, God, I'm just so ...." "Happy, sad, angry, what?" Justin nearly yelled. "C'mon, give me a break. See! This is why I'm not direct." "Happy, Curly. Do you have any idea of how crazy I am about you?" Justin sighed with relief and became serious, "Yeah, I do.  If it's anything like how I feel about you. So now what?" Lance took the younger man in his arms and gently kissed him. Justin's lids fluttered down as he returned the kiss, opening his mouth to feel Lance's tongue sweetly exploring. Lance pulled back and Justin's eyes snapped open, "What?" "Are you really OK with this?  I mean, maybe we should talk first," Lance said hesitantly. "Kiss now. Talk later," Justin murmured, resuming their previous activity. As they deepened the kiss, both of them felt their hardening erections and drew closer together, rubbing against one another. Lance pulled away first, "Not a good idea. Anyone can walk in here and we'd have some major explaining to do," he said pointing to the obvious bulges. Justin gave him the "look" again, but this time Lance was adamant. "No way," he giggled, "You are *not*  getting your way this time, Curly." Justin said nothing, just turned and started packing up his practice bag. Lance licked his lips nervously, "You pissed?" Justin continued throwing things in the bag, his head down, not answering. Lance reached over and pulled him around, almost fainting with relief when he saw Justin's grin. "Let's go, Lance, if not here where?" They didn't find anywhere for awhile. For weeks it was stolen kisses and grinding hips until they were both frantic with frustration. Justin was the one who took control and asked that they room together. He had gotten a strange look but no major fallout. That night when they were finally alone they were shy with one another. Justin had no experience and Lance's wasn't extensive, so they were uncertain and they avoided doing anything about it most of the evening, watching tv and talking about the upcoming concert instead. Justin eventually got up and announced that he was going to shower and go to bed. Lance looked at him, wondering if it was an invitation, but saying nothing. He lay on the bed thinking about what to do next. Finally, going to the bathroom door, he knocked tentatively when he heard the shower stop. Justin let him in and though he had seen Justin in a towel many times, this time he caught his breath. Justin's curls still dripped water as he grinned at Lance, "Can't wait?" Lance looked confused so Justin quickly said, "For the shower, I mean." "Yeah, that too," Lance sighed and moved closer until he was pressing himself against Justin. They could feel their erections through the material that separated them. They started the kiss gently but it immediately deepened into a wild seeking that left them both breathless. Lance as usual was the sensible one, "Let me shower and I'll be in." Justin's eyes said no but he backed away and into their room. Lance finished in record time and came over to the bed, his arousal evident under the damp towel. Lifting the sheet, he saw that Justin was already nude. Justin grinned, " I may not know much about this but I'm pretty sure naked is good." It broke the tension and Lance dropped the towel, throwing himself onto his lover. Lance plundered Justin's mouth, seeking the sweetness he knew, and Justin responded with a similar need.  Their breathing harshened, evidence of the increasing desire that escalated with every touch.  Lance straddled Justin and looked down at the boy he had lusted after for so long.  Justin became still beneath him, his eyes full of wonder and anticipation, a mixture of love and fear.  He smiled, the Justin smile, and Lance leaned down and this time the kiss was gentle, licking the pepperminty lips that he loved.  As their erections rubbed together, bare skin to bare skin, Justin sucked in his breath and his eyes widened. "Oh God, Lance, I love you." Lance smiled, knowing how good he could make it for Justin. Lance reluctantly left Justin's mouth and moved down his body, planting light, airy kisses as he shifted.  Like a cat, Lance licked over silky skin, listening for the small sounds Justin was releasing into the air. He nuzzled the soft skin in the hollow of Justin's neck and was pleased when his boy moaned and fisted the sheets. "Oh God," Justin sighed, the pleasure driving everything but Lance out of his mind.  Finding Justin's nipples, Lance bit lightly on them, one at a time and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. Justin was awash in incredible sensations and it was all he could do to not come just from the friction they were creating.  He fought for control, twisting the sheets when he wanted to be touching Lance everywhere.  But he knew if he even felt Lance's skin under his fingertips, he would explode.  So he gasped and writhed under Lance's loving assault and whimpered when Lance sat up and just looked down at him. Lance slid off Justin and lay next to him, stroking his chest, his finger tracing down Justin's stomach until it reached the goal.  He swirled his fingertip over the head of Justin's throbbing dick, the pre-cum lubricating the soft skin. Lance's breathing was coming out in labored gasps as his own erection begged for attention. Justin looked into his eyes, wanting Lance in him so badly,  "Make love to me, Lance." "No, wait, Justin, not yet.  Let me make it good for you.  Lay back, baby." Justin frowned but obeyed and arched as Lance took his erection into his mouth and started a smooth rhythm.  Justin reached for his lover, his fingers running through damp hair, marveling  at the beautiful creature who was giving him so much pleasure.  Lance could feel Justin rushing to the edge and he stopped, Justin crying out in frustration, "Please, Lance." "Sssh, Jus," Lance responded as he reached into the night table for lube. "No condom, OK?" Justin whispered.  Lance's eyes filled, realizing how much Justin trusted him.  Lance just nodded. Lance was choked up.  This boy was offering him the most precious gift that he had and Lance wanted it to be as perfect as possible. He covered his throbbing dick with lube, then inserted his slick finger gently.  Justin pressed his lips together and allowed a tiny grunt as his body adjusted.  Lance added another finger, watching his lover closely, "Are you OK?" Justin nodded and Lance added another.  When Justin was relaxed around his fingers, Lance removed them and leaned over Justin, kissing him gently, "Are you sure?" "Yes.  I'm sure.  Oh God, Lance, I'm sure." Lance raised Justin's ankles onto his shoulders. "It's gonna hurt, baby, I'll go slow." Lance wanted to give Justin a perfect first time but he knew this was part of it.  He entered Justin carefully and stopped at Justin's pained gasp.  "Want me to stop?" "No, go on," Justin ground out.  He was trying to relax his muscles. Lance moved in further and Justin felt the prick of tears.  "Don't stop." Lance entered completely and was still, waiting until Justin's opening adjusted.  He stared at Justin, his eyelashes fluttering, his breath coming in distressed little gasps.  Only the promise of how good it could be made Lance go on.  Justin nodded and Lance could feel the change.  He began a slow rhythm that he combined with stroking Justin's erection. He heard Justin gasp when he hit his spot and his eyes flew open as pleasure mingled with the pain.  Lance smiled in relief and sped up his movements, his hand matching the strokes.  He watched Justin, the sensations flitting across his face, the emotions following them, Lance so grateful that Justin had given him this gift.  They crested one after the other, Justin releasing in a mind-blowing orgasm that he hadn't known was possible.  Lance followed moments later and they collapsed together, sticky with fluids, completed. "Thank you, " they whispered together and laughed, snuggling into one another. From that day on, they had experimented with lovemaking that ranged from gentle kisses to frenzied fucking while they were still high after a show. The constant was lying spooned together and going to sleep to the sound of the other's breathing. Lance forced himself back to the present when he heard Justin's soft moan across the room. continue menu