by Kol Anderson
Brody wiped a hand over his face, then scrunched his eyes together as it adjusted to the dimmed light in the backroom we stepped into. As realization dawned, Brody turned to leave but bumped into me. I stood blocking the only exit in the room, and no one was going anywhere.
Brody stared up at me, questions in his eyes. “What’s going on?”
Movement in the corner of my eye drew our attention, and Mark stepped out of the shadows. Brody drew into himself as his fears were confirmed. I turned him around to make him stare at the two men who stood only a few yards from us in the cramped little dank room with a single bed in the middle.
“I tried getting all six guys together, trust me, I really did,” I said, bowing my head to speak into Brody’s ear. “But these two were the only viable options. Turns out you can rape anyone you want, but you can’t make people rape someone unless they want to. And if you want them to live afterward.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Say hi to your teammates, Brody. It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? How long now, a few years?”
Mark lifted his hand in a half wave.
“What the fuck is going on?” Brody asked.
Jason stood there silently, staring at us. It was creeping even me out.
I pushed forward, and we entered the room. I closed the door and turned the lock, the sound echoing in the room.
“It’s like a high school reunion, isn’t it?”
Brody turned to me. “Fuck you. Why’d you bring me here?”
“I think the person to ask isn’t me. Maybe hear what Jason has to say.”
“I don’t give a fuck what any of them have to say.”
Jason shifted his weight, then spoke. “Brody.”
Brody turned around at his name being spoken, and it sent shivers down my spine. Was it anticipation, or just the plain creepiness of the guy? I’m not sure. I suppose I was just happy what was about to happen wouldn’t be happening to me. Brody will have to be a participant, whatever it is.
“You know I loved you back in school right?”
“You?” Brody asked, pissed. “You were the biggest queer basher of them all. You’re the one who…you did the worst to me.”
“Yeah,” Jason said, “but only because you didn’t choose me.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Mark walked closer to us. “You were always his favorite.” He came to a standstill right next to Brody. “It was only ever you. How do you think that made me feel?”
“I have no idea what’s going on here.” Brody turned back to me with pleading eyes. Being in the same room as the guys who ruined his future, ruined his perfectly mapped out life seemed to be a bit much for Brody. I didn’t care.
“Hear them out,” I said.
“Look at me,” Mark said.
Brody turned to face Mark slowly.
“Every afternoon when Jason would deign to fuck me, you think he was thinking of me? You think he wanted to fuck me? He was fucking you, in his mind, where it really mattered. I could’ve been any fucking piece of ass, he was fucking you.”
“You’re a freak.”
Mark raised his hand and hit Brody across the cheek. “I wasn’t the one screwing our coach for a free ride to college.”
“Neither was I! What we had was beautiful.”
“See that’s what I don’t get,” Jason said from across the room. “Either you were a slut screwing your way to the top and screwing the rest of us out of a scholarship, or you were a sweet boy taken advantage of. Which one is it, Brody?”
“No one took advantage of me.”
“Is that right? So you were using your ass to screw the rest of us out of a full ride, that’s what you’re saying then.”
“I earned my full ride. What I had with coach was personal, it was ours. It had nothing to do with the stupid scholarship.”
Jason laughed and moved closer. “The only thing you earned was the butt kicking we gave you. I’d given you more than your fair chance of sucking my dick and giving yourself to me. Yet you’d chosen that child molesting pervert over me. You’re right, you got what you deserved.”
Brody shot out from in front of me and picked up a rod from the floor. He took a few minutes to get acquainted with the metal and then he swung at Jason, hard. Jason stumbled back and cupped his forehead, before raising his head and smiling. “This is going to be more fun than I thought.”
Jason unbuckled his belt, and kicked off his shoes. Mark started doing the same, and panic settled over Brody. “What the fuck is this? Some kind of joke? I’m not having sex with any of you. I need to get out of here.”
“Let me tell you how this is going to work. Either you participate in this, or they’re going to fuck you forcefully,” I said, giving Brody the ultimatum. “That’s the only two options you have.”
“What about you fucking getting out of my way and letting me get out of here before I call the cops?”
“What’s the matter, Brody?” I said. “Don’t wanna play anymore? You’re never getting out of here.” I punched him in the kidney, hard, and he fell to the ground, groaning. The rod fell to the floor with a loud clang.
Jason and Mark, both in their briefs, stood before him with growing bulges.
Jason pulled down his underwear, and a thick, uncut dick popped out of a heavy bush of pubes. He started stroking himself, his dick a few inches away from Jason’s face. “This is happening. You can either enjoy this and participate, or we’ll make you do it.”
Brody looked up at them, the struggle waging inside him. I bent down next to him and whispered, “I knew you were special. From the moment I first saw you sucking some undeserving prick off in the bathroom, on your knees. You’re special. Do this, fuck them and overcome this. After this there won’t be anything holding you back, you’ll be ready for greatness.”
Brody stared at the two angry dicks in front of his face, and his shoulders sagged. He licked his lips and leaned forward, taking Jason’s dick in his mouth and sucking on the guy who destroyed his future.
“That’s it, suck it like the slut you were all those years ago.”
Brody took Mark’s dick in his hand and started a sloppy hand job while his head bobbed up and down Jason’s dick. Wet sounds of gagging and slurping filled the room, and I was happier than ever. Jason grabbed Brody’s hair and pushed his face down all the way, gagging Brody for a long while before letting him up for air. But Brody didn’t stop, he kept sucking and slurping and washing the dick with his tongue. It was like watching art in motion, I wish you could’ve seen this too.
It was beautiful, seeing Brody accept who he’d become, and make peace with his past. He was participating in what would ultimately be his destruction, and it was a beautiful thing to witness.
Brody pulled off of Jason and started sucking on Mark. Jason pulled free from the wet, awkward hand job Brody was delivering him and walked behind. He bent down and ripped Brody’s shirt off from his back, the sound of material tearing quite symbolic. With Brody’s back exposed, he leaned down more and started undoing Brody’s pants, pulling it halfway down his legs until it got stuck.
I pulled Brody off the floor and shuffled him to the bed with his pants around his ankles. The pants were soon tossed off, along with Brody’s briefs and the remains of the shirt until all three guys were completely nude. What would come next wasn’t a surprise for any of us. Jason spat on his hand and worked it into Brody’s hole, as Brody continued the sloppy blowjob Mark was clearly enjoying.
He bent down and whispered into Brody’s ear, “This is making up for all those years you were giving away your butt to someone who didn’t deserve it. Time to pay up.” Jason sank his dick into Brody’s hole without giving him any warning, or waiting for him to adjust. He just started fucking him with an angry intensity that even surprised me. It wasn’t pretty, and it wasn’t romantic. It was hard and fast and angry and Brody’s body took it all. The slapping and gurgling and sweaty and choking sounds emanat
ed throughout the room, and it was like a sympathy playing in tune.
“I’m going to come so deep inside of you, you’re going to taste me for days, okay?” Jason said, seconds before he slowed down and gripped Brody’s body tight. Jason rocked back and forth as he emptied his balls inside of Brody’s gut, and as Brody started choking on a stream of semen filling his throat and nostrils.
Before Jason’s body could recover from the orgasm, I was behind him, and slit his throat. Blood spewed out over Brody’s back. Now it was Jason who gurgled, as blood rushed up his mouth and sprayed over Mark’s surprised face as Jason tried to speak through the blood that was drowning him.
Mark pulled out of Brody’s mouth and backed away, his eyes breaking out of his sockets. But I was already behind him, and had his wet, greasy dick in my hand. I slicked his dick and balls off at the base with one swift motion, and let his surprised screams wash over me like sunlight on a cold winter day. It was the crescendo in the symphony, and it was stunning. But I wasn’t done with him yet. I took his severed dick and balls and shoved it into Mark’s mouth, as he fell to the ground clutching his center. He choked, and tried to sputter it out and give more voice to his horrific screams, but I kept his jaw shut until, weakly, Mark tried to push my arms away, but he was bleeding out already.
Brody, either shocked into silence, or just debilitated by all the blood around him, stared stoically at the mess that was Mark, clutching his bloodied center with a limp dick dangling from his mouth and lying motionless on the floor.
Jason had collapsed on top of Brody’s back, but had slid to the floor next to him.
“See, I redeemed you. You participated, and I saved you.”
Brody stared up at me with a mix of gratitude and horror. I didn’t allow him to speak, but just walked over to him. He knew what I was there for, and he stood up on his knees, offering it to me. He closed his eyes as I sank the knife into his heart. He fought the pain and the shock as I carved his chest out, and reached inside and ripped his beating heart out. He opened his eyes for a fleeting second to see me holding his heart, before he sank back and fell on top of Jason, his ass and dick obscenely open to me.
I bit into the heart, and it was satisfying. For once, I had satisfaction. It would be fleeting, but I’ll look for the next Brody. At least I had a moment of peace, my love. And until we meet again, I’ll chose those moments to keep me.