Chapter 3"You're not serious," Nick said disbelievingly.
A hard whip at his chest shut him up. "You think this is a game, Nick? Everything is serious now. And you're living a nightmare you'll never wake up from."
Brian took the rolling pin in his left hand and lifted Nick's feet over his shoulders, tying them together again. He parted his prisoner's ass cheeks and found the puckered hole. Extending a finger in, Nick's hips bucked and he cried out in pleasure. While his finger worked on Nick's ass, his other hand stroked his own cock, feeling it grow stiff as it began to throb. Both hands drove faster and faster until he almost felt ready to cum. At this he stopped and heard Nick moan in disappointment. His hands went for the rolling pin, which he immediately slammed into Nick's hole.
The younger Boy screamed in pain as the foot long wooden stick was rammed into him. Hard, stinging thrusts brought more tears to his eyes, and the indulgence was no longer there. But Brian was enjoying himself, deriving pleasure from Nick's anguished screams. He reveled in the sound of pain, rejoicing whenever his friend cried out in suffering. It completely turned him on and he groaned with delight. Each time the pin was pulled back out, more blood had stained its smooth surface. Nick fought against his restraints, but the rope merely cut into his tender skin. The rest of him was too weak to raise his legs over Brian's head and set them free. His muscles would be strained and right now, any more strain would certainly kill him. Since he was always the youngest of the group, it seemed customary to submit to the older guys. Then again, nothing like this had ever happened.
The bloody pin was replaced by Brian's cock and the feel of a hot, pulsating object in his ass caused Nick to shriek. It was shorter than the pin—not by much—but so much thicker and far more painful as it ripped through his seemingly shredded skin.
"Oh God Nick...you feel so damn good..." Brian thrust hard a few more times before cumming into Nick's asshole. He repeated the process again and again, and to Nick it seemed like it would never end. The ceaseless pain, the blood seeping out onto the cloths Brian had laid under him so as not to stain the bed sheets, the conniving deception.
When Brian had finally had enough, he pulled out and roughly yanked Nick's legs over his head, retying them to the bed posts. No more words were spoken as Brian turned off the lights and settled into bed with a shaking Nick. Planting a soft kiss on his lips and then sucking his neck, Brian fell asleep working Nick's reddened neck with his mouth.
'I have to get out of here,' Nick thought. 'I can't let him do this to me. He's...oh my god..." The very idea that his own best friend was against him frightened Nick to no end, and he wept. The one person he could turn to at any moment was now the one he had to turn away from. His limbs were still firmly attached to the bedposts, so he was rendered helpless. There was nothing he could do for the moment. His joints and muscles were sore, his butt ached, and his wrists and ankles felt like raw meat from the struggle.
At the moment, Brian's strong arms were wrapped tightly around him. Even if they weren't, any movement would shake the small bed. Brian had promised there would be more to come. What other types of torture had he planned? It didn't seem like anything could outdo what had happened that night.
Nick stared at the ceiling thinking for another hour before finally falling into a fitful sleep.