RING RING RING
Justin pressed the doorbell on his lover's New York state suburban home. He waited for a second and rang the bell urgently.
Justin looked around his lover's snow covered neighborhood. He had never been there before. Joshua never invited Justin to his home. The two always met in the city, New York City.
Justin was fourteen years old today, but that was not the reason for his unexpected visit.
He met Joshua while he was delivering food from his uncle's restaurant. Justin was just thirteen years old and questioning his sexuality but when Justin clapped his eyes on the thirty-seven year old, blue-eyed man, Justin fell in love at first sight in the lawyer's office.
Never mind that a wedding ring was present on the slender man's finger or there were pictures of smiling offspring at various ages littering his office.
Justin had to have him.
And Joshua Chasez allowed him to.
Justin blew the lawyer in his office, hiding under his desk while the older man gave a memo to his secretary on the phone.
Justin lost his virginity later that day when Joshua stayed at his office for 'overtime' and fucked a spread out Justin like a cheap whore on Joshua's secretary's desk.
Justin remembered the pain.
Remembered being torn.
Remembered being bitten and being marred by the older man.
Remembered the blood and the shame.
And Justin relished his first time.
And their trysts at Joshua's office and city apartment for the past seven months.
Now Justin hoped that when he told Joshua his bombshell, his lover would help because Justin had no one to turn to. His family did not even know that the boy, their little baby boy was being frequently banged six ways from Sunday for nearly a year.
The door opened and Justin faced a bleary eyed Joshua.
Joshua's eyes showed shock, then brief lust, and then anger. The older man widened his eyes in surprise again, thinking that he must be dreaming.
"What are you doing here?" he hissed.
"I-I have to tell you something," Justin slightly trembled from the cold and the fear in his heart.
Joshua scrunched his eyebrows in trepidation. "You couldn't wait until I got back in the city on Monday?"
"No," Justin murmured.
"No?" Joshua mocked. "Are you fucking insane? Supposed my goddamn wife or one of the fucking kids opened the door? What in the fuck were you going to say, huh Justin?"
"That I was a client," Justin meekly replied.
"My CLIENT?! Jesus Christ, what the FUCK? Does anyone know you're here?"
"No," Justin began to sniffle. He did not expect hostility from his lover. He was beginning to think that maybe he shouldn't tell Joshua his secret right now.
"No? Shit, it's fucking ten o'clock in the morning! My neighbors could see…," Joshua paused, playing out all the worst-case scenarios in his head. He placed his hand in front of Justin's face. "Shut the fuck up, Justin. Just wait by my fucking car and don't start blubbering. I'm driving your ass back to the city."
"But I have t-t-to," Justin stuttered and sniffed.
"Justin, I am going to slap your ass, if you don't wait by the fucking car!" Joshua ordered coldly.
Justin did as he was told once Joshua slammed the front door in his face.
Ten minutes later Joshua flew out of his house, dressed in casual clothes with his car keys for his BMW in his hand.
Justin, who only saw Joshua in business suits, took in his lover and felt himself beginning to harden. He hung his head in shame.
Joshua opened the driver's door and ordered Justin to "get in".
Justin threw himself in the passenger seat, buckled his seat belt and stared at the attorney, waiting for his next command.
Joshua started the car and pulled out of his driveway. He did not look at the boy nor spoke to him until he entered the highway, which was twenty-five minutes later.
Justin was inwardly quaking, scared of what would happen after he talked to Joshua about his situation.
"How'd you get here, Justin?"
"I took a bus into your town and walked from there to your house," Justin answered softly.
"What the fuck is so important you had to risk my damn livelihood?" Joshua angrily spat out.
Justin felt tears well up in his eyes, "Today's my birthday," he announced. Justin figured that if he softened his blow with his birthday announcement, Joshua might not have a fit with his secret.
Joshua turned his head sharply to stare at the child, "You did all of this bullshit to tell me about your fucking birthday?!"
"No, Josh," Justin cried softly.
"What? Did you want a birthday fuck? Seeing as how pissed I am, you're going to have to make it up to me baby," Joshua sneered.
Justin stared at the man he loved and couldn't deny him anything he wanted. He thought that maybe if he had sex before he told Joshua his secret it would help. Since his birthday plan failed.
"Now?" the boy stared hopefully at the man.
Joshua looked again at the boy, taking in the boy's clothed erection and he gulped. He pulled over to the shoulder of the road and put the car in park. "How about right now?" And he began to unzip his trousers, "Suck my dick." He ordered silkily.
Justin's gaze became lust filled as he watched his Josh pull out his massive, hard, red cock.
"I mean now, Justin," Joshua purred forcefully.
Justin ready to oblige, unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over to the driver's side, resting his curly blonde head on the lawyer's lap. The boy took a deep breath, taking in the essence of Joshua's erection and smiled pitifully.
Joshua thrust his hips upward, signaling Justin to get on with it. Justin leaned forward a bit and flicked his tongue on the throbbing staff. He smelled the mixture of precum and sweat emanating and began to shiver. Justin flattened his tongue and dragged it upwards to the head and swirled around the slit.
Joshua grabbed the curly head and pushed the teenager's head forcefully down, making Justin nearly choke on the member, the head planted in his throat. "I don't need this shit dragged out. All I need is some cop to stop behind me. I want to come now!" Joshua growled lustfully, "I'll make you come later when I get into the city. Hurry it up," he panted.
Justin sucked lustily. Bringing his head up and down in a fast motion, sucking the staff tightly. Joshua dragged the boy's head up his cock and pushed it back down until pubic hairs tickled Justin's nose, guiding the boy on his dick. Justin's long fingers inched their way up Joshua's thigh and made their way to his balls, teasing and twisting the attorney's testes.
"I'm going to cum baby," Joshua moaned in the car.
Justin devoured the phallus voraciously, making a slurping sound, which echoed loudly in the car. Justin felt his lover's balls tighten up and knew Josh was about to ejaculate.
"I'm...I'm...I'm shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit," Joshua groaned out, spurting out thick ropes of seed into the boy's throat. Justin swallowed ravenously. He licked away at the slumping cock, tidying up Joshua's cock before purring lightly in his throat and staring up at his lover.
"You did a good job, Justin," Joshua patted the boy's hair as Justin pushed his soft member into the black boxers and zipped up the khaki pants.
Joshua turned the car on and put it into drive. He injected the car back onto the highway and waited for the teenager to buckle himself in. "So Justin was that you wanted today?"
"No," Justin whispered.
"Then please tell me what it is."
"I'm I'm," Justin began to choke on his words and then he spat out, "pregnant."
"Bullshit." Joshua replied calmly.
"I am," Justin tearfully admitted, "I went to my school doctor cause I was getting real sick and s-she told me that it musta been a stomach virus. B-but I knew it couldn't be, so I-I went to the c-c-cl-clinic a-a-an-and I-I-I waited so long and the doctor t-told me I-I was p-pregnant and if I w-w-wanted then to call my p-p-pare-parents. B-bb-but I told th-them no, I'd do it myself," Justin wailed while clenching his abdomen and rocking slowly in the passenger seat.
"Did you fucking tell them?" Joshua frigidly asked. He could imagine all of the charges brought against him and the ruination of his practice all for the price of the sniveling little boy. A boy who was one of the new fucking breeds, being able to be impregnated. Just his luck, Joshua thought.
"No! No baby!" Justin protested vehemently, "I love you so much! I wouldn't tell anyone!"
"Love? You love me?" Joshua laughed bitterly. "What the fuck does love have to do with this shit? I can't believe you're fucking knocked up. You're sure that no one knows?" he looked wildly back and forth between Justin gripping his stomach and the road ahead of him.
"No. No Josh," Justin sniffled. He stopped trying to hold his tears back. It was no use. The man that he loved, the man that he would have died for, the man that helped make their baby, did not love him back.
"At least you did something fucking right! I can't believe you fucking let this shit happen! What the fuck is wrong with you?!" Joshua yelled as he entered the city.
"I didn't know this would happen, baby," Justin blubbered while snot and tears ran pathetically down his face.
"Baby? Baby? I'm not your motherfucking baby and I most goddamn definitely do not want this fucking baby. I'm a married man. I'm a lawyer. I've worked too fucking hard to be where I'm at now so you, some piece of ass on the side, can fucking demolish my practice and ruin my life? You better think again, kid," Joshua turned onto the street where his apartment was located.
"But I-I-I," Justin stuttered.
Joshua pulled up in front of his townhouse/ office and thanked God for his tinted windows. "Now you listen, you little shit. You shut the fuck up right now and wipe your goddamn face. I want you to bring your silly ass up into my apartment and I don't want you to talk to anyone or do anything. You got that, you stupid motherfucker?"
Justin sniffled and looked pathetically at his lover, "Y-yy-yes," he stuttered.
"Good. Then get the fuck out of my car." He ordered.
Justin whimpered, "You're not gonna come?"
"What the fuck don't you understand? I don't want to see your scheming ass right now! I do not fucking love you! Stop fucking crying and get the fuck out of my car and do what the fuck I told your bitch ass to do, before I give you something to really cry about!"
Justin quickly grabbed his shirt and wiped the tears, saliva and mucus off his face to the best of his ability. The boy grabbed the door handle and stepped onto the curb. He patted his pockets for his key ring, pulled out his keys and the key to open the townhouse door.
Joshua waited for the boy to open the door and step inside. Once Justin got in, he pealed down the street. The thundering thoughts were incomprehensible in his mind but he had get away from Justin before Joshua committed a heinous crime, like murder.
Justin fell to the marble tile floor once he locked the door behind him. The boy could not believe how Joshua took his news. The teenager was so angry with himself. How could he have dumped such news on his love? Justin laid face first on the foyer, inwardly raging within and with the unborn child. He howled in outrage and stood up rather quickly.
He hated the baby.
He hated himself.
Joshua hated the baby.
Joshua hated him.
These thoughts flew back and forth in Justin's brain like ping-pong balls. He dragged himself into Joshua's bedroom upstairs and screamed in fear and indignation. He sunk to his knees on the plush carpet.
Thoughts of the last time Joshua had Justin thrown on the soft carpet, fucking the boy into the floor. The rug burn lasted for weeks. Justin bawled at the possibility that he would never be able to do that again. Or see his Joshua again. The boy couldn't fathom the possibility. Justin was sure he would die without the man he loved in his life.
And Justin blamed the two-month-old fetus. The unwanted baby had to go.
Right.
Now.
A determined set formed into Justin's dark blue eyes as he searched the room for the stack of newspapers Joshua kept there. Justin found it by the walk-in closet and he grabbed the foot thick stack and a wire hanger and dutifully trudged into the connecting bathroom.
Justin muttered to himself, "Not wanted. Not want baby. Not want me. Not wanted," repeatedly as he spread out the old newspapers on the white tile floor next to the white porcelain bathtub. He didn't want to dirty Joshua's bathroom. He wanted the fetus out of him, because it was "not wanted" and Joshua did "not want him" with the unwanted baby inside of him.
"Not want me. Not want me. Not want baby. Not wanted," he tearfully mumbled his mantra as he elongated the hanger, bringing the two corners together. He folded the edge of the hook of the hanger into a crude loop and placed it gently on his newspaper mat. He unbuckled his pants and folded them once they were off and gently laid them on top of the sink. His underwear soon followed after.
Justin sat down on his newspaper mat, his back leaning against the tub and sang his pitiful song under his breath, "Not wanted. Not want me. Not want baby." His eyes began to take a lackluster gaze as he reached for his aborting tool. The boy opened his legs at a wide angle, facing the door.
Justin curved the metal instrument and inserted the hanger into his rectum. His metal loop became slightly undone once he planted it inside, scratching his inner walls, making blood trickle out but Justin felt that he deserved this pain. His Josh did not want him.
His Josh made it back to the townhouse. He drove around thinking of how his life was going to go down the tubes but then remembered that the little boy worshipped the ground he walked on. All he would have to do is tell the boy to get rid of the baby. Joshua would even pay for it. He called a friend of his who could perform the little operation for him today and Joshua thought that all would be well. He'll just have apologize to the little shit and all would be well.
"Justin?" Joshua called out once he locked the front door. He didn't want the off chance for someone to hear him. He was slightly paranoid and blamed the teenager.
Joshua received no answer. He began to fume at the possibility that the little fucker left but then remembered how the boy doted and hung on to every word he said. He smirked. The boy's pregnant right? He must be sleeping especially after his crying fit in the car. He knew his daughter, who was the same age as Justin, fell asleep after a crying jag.
Joshua ran up the stairs and headed to his bedroom. He scanned the bed but saw no signs of anyone being there. "Justin, where are you?" he called out more forcefully.
Still, no answer. Joshua folded his hand in a fist, his mood turning quickly to volatile. "Think, Josh, think," he muttered to himself, "would the little shit hide from you?" He was pretty angry with the boy and he wasn't exactly nice in the car. He made the boy suck him off but he enjoyed it, right? Maybe he had to suck up to the little fucker now.
"Justin," he called out in a buttery smooth voice, "Justin baby? Are you hiding from me? Are you hiding from your Josh? Come out, baby. Come out, I have something to show you. I'm not mad any more baby. I want to make love to you, baby. Will you let me touch you and make it up to you? I want to take you out too, since it's your birthday, baby. I didn't tell you happy birthday, did I? I'm so sorry, honey. Come out and show yourself. I won't hurt you, I promise."
Joshua listened out for any sign of faint breathing or sniffling. He might have scared the child. He still didn't hear anything.
Wait.
What was that?
It sounded like muttering coming from the bathroom. Joshua smirked. The kid was hiding in the bathroom?
He walked across the room, to the slightly open door and peered in with a smile in place. But his smirk quickly fell off and his eyes opened in utter shock.
On the floor sitting in a puddle of blood, Justin had his legs opened wide, bent at the knees with his hand between them. His hand gripping a bent hanger, shoving the hanger deep inside himself. The boy didn't seem to register the older man; his eyes were focused past Joshua, probably past the world, singing softly, oddly serene, and "Not wanted. Not want me. Not want baby. Not wanted." His skin was oddly pale.
"What the fuck? Jesus, stop Justin?" Joshua called out to the boy.
The boy did not appear to hear him; he kept on with his task of ridding himself of the child. "Not wanted," he whispered.
Joshua ran across the bathroom and kneeled in front of the teenager. "Stop this shit, you crazy fucker!"
Justin kept on scraping his insides. "Not wanted."
Joshua slapped Justin's cold hands away from the hanger and pulled on it himself, meaning to remove the metal from the boy's body but the hanger hook opened up and was pulled towards the boy's abdomen, finally hooking itself onto the fetus.
A warm gush surrounded the man's khaki covered knees. Blood seemed to flow everlasting from the boy's anus.
The boy stared into Joshua's eyes. Joshua's eyes showing disgust and fear, Justin's slowly unfocused, from the blood lost.
The fourteen year old whispered hauntingly, "Not wanted," and passed out.
The End