Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2003 00:02:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Brad Wiley Subject: to-the-end4 You know the drill... Too young, blah, blah, blah... This is mine, blah, blah, and blah. I appreciate the feedback. Keep letting me know how I'm doing. Now for what you really came for... I stepped off the bus and walked into the station. The girl behind the counter gave me directions, and off I went. Four blocks later, I was standing in front of Cuppa, the only coffee shop in Talbott. I took a deep breath and walked in. Only once I stepped inside did I realize that I had no clue as to who I was looking for. Looking around the huge room, I seriously considered walking right back out and going home. As I turned to the door, I heard my name. "Are you Brent?" a rough voice asked. I spun around and was shocked to see an older gentleman standing there. I swallowed hard and nodded my head. What had I gotten myself into? I decided to brave it out. "My name's Lewis." the guy said. "I am Chris's uncle. He had to stay at school for a club meeting, so asked me to come and get you." Warning bells were sounding in my head louder than before. It finally dawned on me how stupid I had been. I nearly bolted out the door right then, but the thought of dad kept me still. "Ok." I finally said. "When will he be home?" "The meeting should be over in half an hour. That will give us plenty of time to get to the school. He's been excited about meeting another gay kid after his last boyfriend left him." "What happened?" I asked as I let the guy guide me to his car. "The dirty little rat stole money from me and disappeared." "Oh. I promise you, I'm not here to take anything from you." "Not even Chris?" he said with a smile. I couldn't help but laugh at that. I threw my backpack in the back seat, then sat in the front. As we pulled away from Cuppa, the alarms began to fade. I was admiring the scenery when I felt something brush against my leg. I looked down and was surprised to see Lewis's hand pull away. I looked up at him. The look on his face brought back the alarms in full force. I quickly looked away, not knowing what to say. After a few minutes of silence, I felt his hand on my leg again. This time, it stayed. I tried to shift away, but his hand stayed where it was. I thought about moving his hand, but I didn't know what to expect from this guy. A few minutes later, I saw a school pop into view. I sighed with relief, thinking this nightmare would be over before it began. Once again, I was wrong. I watched helplessly as the school whizzed on by. I finally turned to look at Lewis. He still had that look on his face. This time, I did move his hand. He looked over at me and smiled. Why did I suddenly feel so cold? "What's wrong, Brent?" "Nothing, sir." "Please, call me Lewis." He put his hand back on my leg, this time a little higher than before. I moved his hand away, and it returned immediately. I was beginning to get mad. I picked his hand up and placed it on his own leg forcefully. Then I glared up at him, daring him to touch me again. He looked over at me and smiled again. I wanted to hit him. "You mean you don't like other guys touching you?" he sneered. "It depends on who is touching me." I spat back. "Look, you little creep. Chris has got it in his head that he needs another boy to make him happy." "And you don't agree?" "No, I don't! And you shouldn't either." "What are you going to do, scare the gay out of me? I don't think so!" I should have seen it coming. It usually does when I open my mouth like that. All of a sudden, my head hurt. Almost immediately, I saw the stars. Then I blacked out. When I came to, I opened my eyes and saw nothing but trees. I tried to get up, but found that my hands and feet were tied together. As I struggled, I heard someone laugh. "Can't move, can ya?" Lewis asked. "If you want me to leave Chris alone, you got it. Just let me go and I'll forget about calling the police." "Unless you have a cell phone, I don't think you can do that. And if you have any bright ideas about yelling, don't bother. We are miles from the nearest house." It suddenly dawned on me that I was totally alone. Not even Peter or Jason knew where I went after school. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to give Lewis the satisfaction. As though he was reading my mind, Lewis said, "Go ahead and cry like all you sissy boys do. That will make it more enjoyable." "I won't give you the pleasure." "You will soon enough." I felt him kneel down beside me. When I realized that my hands were no longer bound to my feet, I scrambled to stand up. Two things hit me at once: My feet and hands were also bound seperately, and his fist came flying out of nowhere. I cried out in pain and slumped to the ground again. All I could do was lie there, whimpering, until I felt him tugging at my shorts. I struggled, but he was bigger and stronger than me. In a short time, he had my shorts and underpants down around my ankles. I had heard that a guy getting raped gets hard against his will. My penis was proving that fact. It rose steadily. Lewis saw my boner and wrapped a huge hand around it. He gently tugged on it a few times, then gave a vicious yank. I screamed and tried to kick out at him. He knocked me on the back of the head again, and I stopped struggling. He lifted my butt off of the ground and held it in the air. He stroked my butt cheeks and I shuddered. He reached around me and took hold of my penis again and slowly stroked it. I moaned with pleasure and fright. It took me a moment to realize that I also felt his huge prick nudging my hole. I tried to move again, but he just tightend his grip on my penis. I froze and felt him try to push in. The tears finally flowed freely. He pulled back slightly, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming next. In one motion, he shoved his dick inside me. I screamed in agony. He stayed still for a minute, giving me time to get used to his engorged member in my hole. All the while, he was gently stroking me. Suddenly, I heard leaves rustling behind us. Taking a chance, I craned my neck around to look behind the monster. I saw a boy standing a few feet away holding a video camera. As I watched, he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed quickly. Lewis noticed my look and turned to see what I was looking at. When he saw the boy, he cursed and pulled himself out of me. That hurt almost as much as when he thrust it in, but I was relieved to have it out of me. "You have to help me," said the boy into the phone. "I'm witnessing a rape. We are in Hunter Woods, about a mile from the entrance. Please come quick." The boy dropped the phone on the ground and reaimed the camera. He backed away a few steps when Lewis started walking toward him. I just couldn't let this happen. I struggled to my feet and hopped behind Lewis. Using what strength I could, I launched myself at him. He wasn't expecting me to attack, and fell quickly. I fell on top of him and tried to keep him down. "Move out of the way!" the boy yelled. I rolled away as fast as I could. As I came to a halt, I heard a sickening thud. I whirled around just in time to see Lewis drop to the ground limply. The boy was brandishing a tire iron, and looking at Lewis in contempt. When he was satisfied that Lewis wouldn't move, he dropped the iron and walked over to me. Without a word, he helped me to my feet and untied my bonds. Then he helped me replace my clothes to their proper places. While he was helping me, I finally got a good look at him. He looked familiar, but I couldn't say from where. When I was back together, he looked at me, and I realized why I recognized him. "Chris?" I asked hesitantly. Chris grinned broadly. "Yes, I am Chris. You are even more beautiful in life than in your picture." I nodded and looked past Chris. Lewis was stirring. Chris turned with a scowl and headed for the tire iron again. He held it up until Lewis looked at him. "Uncle Lewis, if you move from that spot, it had better be to dig your own grave." "Come now, boy. You can't expect me to let you hit me again, can you?" Before Chris could answer, three cars approached rapidly. Lewis tried to run, but Chris brought the tire iron down quickly. The blow glanced off of Lewis's shin, dropping him to the ground again. He held his leg and rocked back and forth on the ground. The cars screeched to a halt, and five police officers piled out and rushed up to the group. One officer took the tire iron from Chris, while another picked up the video camera. "Are you the one who called about a rape?" one officer asked, looking at me. "No, I did," Chris spoke up. "My uncle was trying to rape that boy." "Is that true, son?" the officer asked me kindly. I just nodded my head. Two of the other officers walked over to Lewis and roughly hauled him to his feet. One held him while the other handcuffed him. As they took him to one of the police cars, Lewis glared at me. "I'll be back for you, boy." he snarled. Chris walked over to me. "Don't worry about him. I'll make sure he stays put for a long time." I smiled at him gratefully. My smile faded the instant a cop appeared behind him. Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed Chris's hand. He smiled at me, and that made me feel better. "I'll need to get a statement from you. Would you like your boyfriend to go with us to the station?" "He's not..." I began. Then I stopped and looked at Chris. With a smile, I finished, "I'd love for my boyfriend to join me." I climbed into the back seat of one of the patrol cars and pulled Chris in after me. I hoped it would be a long ride to the station. After all, I wanted to get to know my new boyfriend. While the car turned around to head back to town, Chris looked over at me. "You really consider me your boyfriend?" he asked. I smiled at him. "Of course, I do. One thing bothers me, though." "What's that?" "How did you know where we were? Your uncle told me that we were supposed to pick you up at the school." "Let's just say that this isn't the first time he's done this. When you weren't at the school, I figured he was still mad at my last boyfriend. I guess he was trying to take it out on you, huh?" "I guess. He also mentioned that your last boyfriend stole something from him. Is that true?" Chris started laughing. "Yes, it is," he said in gasps. "Uncle Lewis didn't like the fact that I was spending so much time with my boyfriend and less time with him." I smiled, but my mind was racing. "Chris, you didn't really answer my question, though." "Which one?" "How did you know Lewis took me to the woods?" "He did the same thing to my last boyfriend. To teach him a lesson." "I'm sorry to hear that. Where is he now?" "I think he moved to Mooresburg. That's where you live, right?" In a way, I hope that reading this chapter made you cry. Try living through it... Anyway, keep the comments coming. I'm having fun! Newbie2k79@yahoo.com