Part Thirty-Six
Jesse held tightly
to Lindsey, as Vincent approached the two.
“Well, well.
So you think you're going to leave?” sneered Vincent.
“I don't think so.”
Lindsey clutched
Jesse fiercely and glared at Vincent. “Leave
him alone!”
Vincent stared at
Lindsey in anger before an evil grin spread slowly across his face.
“Well, Lindsey. I suppose I could, but...
Are you willing to take his place?”
Lindsey stared at Vincent in shock and horror. He glanced down at Jesse, who was cowering and sobbing quietly. He steeled himself and stared right back at Vincent. “You don't touch Jesse. I'll do whatever you want.”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Lindsey. Now let go of the boy and come with me.” Vincent walked out of the room.
“Jesse. Jesse, come on!” said Lindsey, trying to pull out of Jesse’s tight hold. “I have to go!”
“No, please! Lindsey, don’t go!” pleaded Jesse. “Don’t let him touch you. Let me go! It’s better if I go!”
“I will not let that monster touch you again! I can’t bear to see you hurting, baby.”
Jesse reluctantly released his lover. “And you think I do?” he asked, tears falling unnoticed from his eyes. “You think I’m ging to be happy that you’re sacrificing yourself so that you can protect me? I don’t need to be protected!”
“Yes, baby, you do,” said Lindsey, reaching for Jesse. “I love you, and I’ll do anything to keep you from having to feel that pain ever again. I’m sorry if this hurts you, but you have to understand…”
“I love you,” whispered Jesse, tenderly kissing Lindsey before pushing him away. “You have to go. He’ll be even madder if you don’t hurry.”
Corey pulled Xander out of the alley and headed into a residential section of town.
“Where are we going?” asked Xander curiously.
“We’re going to my apartment. Is that okay?” said Corey, looking back at Xander with hope.
“Yeah, sure,” said Xander, catching up with the other boy.
Dru looked toward the door as something slid into her lovely white room. She went over and pulled a beautiful china doll into her arms. Gillgling happily, she took the dool over to her bed and sat down. “Hello, I’m Druscilla! What’s your name?”
Nodding her head as though someone was talking, Dru spoke, “Miss Edith? That’s a beautiful name.”
As Vincent undressed, Lindsey waited silently on the bed. He was already naked and kneeling on the bed on his hands and knees. His wrists had been handcuffed to the headboard by Vincent. He tugged on the cuffs, trying to figure out how much space he had to move around. Feeling the bed dip, Lindsey whimpered when Vincent ran a hand up his back and he shifted away in fear and disgust.
Vincent grabbed Lindsey hips and pulled him closer, stretching out the young man’s arms. “You wanted to be here, Lindsey,” crooned Vincent into Lindsey’s ear. “Jesse’s counting on you.”
Lindsey whimpered again, desperately trying not to jerk away from the older man.
Vincent grinned malevolently as Lindsey twitched, betraying the young man’s fear. Slowly, he raked his nails down Lindsey’s back, hearing the young man gasp in pain. Blood welled in the gouges left in the smooth skin of Lindsey’s back. Vincent wiped one hand across the blood, then smeared it on his erection. “This may hurt a little,” hew hispered into Lindsey’s ear, as he pressed the head of his cock against Lindsey’s unprepared opening.
Lindsey screamed as Vincent’s hard cock plunged into his channel, tearing the muscle. As Vincent brutally thrust in and out, Lindsey sobbed, begging for Vincent to stop. Every word, every sound that Lindsey made only seemed to cause the thrust to become deeper and harder. Lindsey gave up pleading, sobbing uncontrollably as Vincent continued to violate his bleeding passage.
Vincent thrust violently one last time, orgasming into the tight, slick channel. He pulled out of Lindsey, and got off the bed. He started out of the bedroom, then turned back, “Nice, Lindsey. I’m sure we’ll be doing this again soon.”
Lindsey had collapsed onto the bed. He vaguely registered Vincent’s words, more worried about the fact that he was still handcuffed to the headboard. “No…” he whimpered, when he heard Jesse wail loudly from farther off in the house.
Corey led Xander into the apartment, flicking the lights on so they could see. Corey stifled a sigh when he realized the living room had papers strewn all over it. “Sorry, my mom’s a writer. Shoes off, please.” They both removed their shoes and left them by the door. “Wanna go in my bedroom?”
Xander looked around at the mess and nodded his head. Corey grabbed his hand and pulled him along into another room. Corey flopped down on the bed, gesturing for Xander to join him. Hesitantly, Xander eased onto the bed, yelping in shock when Corey grabbed him and pulled him down.
Corey thrust his tongue against Xander’s, massaging and teasing. When Xander responded, he pulled away, nibbling along Xander’s jaw. Sucking on Xander’s neck, he slipped one hand under his lover’s shirt and caressed the smooth skin.
Xander pushed Corey away and tugged his shirt off frantically. Corey used the time to remove his own shirt. Then Xander was pulling him back down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss. “Please, oh, god, please,” moaned Xander, when Corey’s fingers brushed the fastenings to his jeans.
Corey quickly undid the pants, trying to shove them and Xander’s boxers down. Xander lifted his hips and Corey hurriedly finished his task before removing his own pants. Sliding up Xander’s body slowly, Corey made sure to rub against every available inch of skin. “Beautiful,” he whispered, cradling Xander’s head in his hands before leaning in for a tender kiss.
Xander whimpered slightly at the light touch on his lips. Desperate for more, he pulled Corey down fully on top of him, thrusting against him and driving his tongue into the older boy’s mouth. The two broke apart, breatheless. “Corey,” moaned Xander. “I want you.”
Corey grinned and reached over on the nightstand, quickly grabbing the lube he had put there earlier. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.
“Yes,” whimpered Xander, bucking his hips and brushing his hard length against Corey’s.
Corey suppressed a moan of desire and opened the tube. “Hands and knees,” he instructed as he slicked up several of his fingers. Nudging Xander’s legs farther open, Corey pressed one fingertip against his lover’s opening.
Xander trembled slightly, tensing as Corey slowly pushed his finger inside. Still for a fraction of a moment, then moving in and out, moving faster as the muscle loosened. Soon Xander was moaning and pushing back. A second finger was added, creating a slight burn, but Xander barely noticed as Corey rubbed his fingers against his prostate. He gasped as sparks flew across his sight. “Corey,” he moaned.
“Like that?” asked Corey. He pulled both fingers out, and pushed back in with three, making sure to hit Xander’s prostate with every thrust.
“Please, I can’t… Need you,” whimpered Xander.
Corey pulled his fingers out and fumbled on the bedstand for a condom. Once the condom was on, he added more lubrication and placed the head of his cock at Xander’s opening. “This might hurt a little,” he said soothingly, as he pushed the head inside the prepared channel.
Xander felt a slight burning as Corey penetrated him, but nothing too painful. He whimpered as Corey pulled almost all the way out and back in. The older boy began thrusting slowly, then faster, as Xander relaxed.
The feeling of being filled was overwhelming and he nearly came as Corey hit his prostate. Xander met every thrust with a push backwards, driving Corey deeper inside. Corey reached around and began jacking Xander off in time to his thrusts. The double sensation was too much for Xander and he exploded in Corey’s hand, screaming the older boy’s name.
Giving one final thrust, Corey orgasmed and collapsed, barely remembering to dispose of the condom. When Xander tried to pull him in for a cuddle, he started to resist, then sank down and wrapped the younger boy in his arms. “Love you,” said Xander sleepily.
Corey never had a chance to reply; Xander was out like a light. He carefully disentangled himself from the dark-haired boy, and grabbed his pants off the floor. He yanked them on and went out into the living room, where he grabbed the phone and dialed a number.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Giles? It’s Corey.”
“What can I do for you?”
“Is it alright if Xander spends the night at my place? We came over here to look at my comic books and he fell asleep.”
“Is your mother there?”
“She ran out to get some cigarettes,” said Corey, inwardly snickering. “She’ll be back any minute.”
“Well, I suppose it’s fine. Try not to do this too often, though, Corey. You can plan these things ahead of time, you know.”
“I’m sorry. We got talking and… You know what it’s like.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll see you boys tomorrow then. Tell Xander good night for me.”
“I will. Bye, Mr. Giles.”
“No, no, no,” whimpered Jesse as Vincent approached him. “Why?”
“You broke the rules.”
“No…” pleaded Jesse.
“Are you talking back?” asked Vincent, enraged.
“N-no!” protested Jesse, meeting Vincent’s eyes in shock.
Vincent smiled at Jesse, “Good. Wouldn’t want this to go even harder on you, now do we?”
Jesse closed his eyes, waiting for Vincent to give the command to strip.
Vincent started toward Jesse, then noticed the clock. “I’ve got to go take care of something, Jesse. Don’t go anywhere.” He started out the door, while Jesse sagged in relief. “Oh, and Jesse?” Jesse immediately tensed again. Vincent tossed a key to him. “You might want to consider letting Lindsey off my bed. I may have left him there.”
“Hello?”
“How are things progressing?”
Corey snickered, “Really good.”
“Oh? Get him into bed, did you?”
“Just finished. He’s sleeping right now.”
“And Iam?”
“Couldn’t be fuming more. He doesn’t like or trust me,” said Corey smugly.
“Good, good. The adults?”
“Love me. They think I’m good for Xander.”
“Well, you’re good for someone. I highly doubt it’s the brat, though. Now, don’t do anything to jeopardize your situation. You know the consequences.”
“Yes, sir,” responded Corey respectfully. “Father?”
“Yes?”
“I think Mr. Giles wants to meet my mom? Where am I going to get one?”
“I’ll send someone down immediately. Don’t fret about the little things, Corey. You just make sure Xander’s nowhere near your brother.”
“Yes, sir. I’d better get back into the bedroom before he realizes I’m gone.”
“I won’t be able to call you for a few days. I’ve some disciplinary problems to take care of.”
“I understand. Good bye, Father.”
“Pleasant dreams, son.”