Date: Tue, 6 Aug 2019 20:00:19 -0400
From: Alex Ryder <slavishincle@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex Chaos Love Chapter 8

This story is a fantasy. It is intended for you to suspend your disbelief
and just enjoy the ride. There are all sorts of things happening from very
realistic to completely imaginary. It's a wild ride and I think it's fun,
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think helps the story. Stick with it; I think you'll enjoy the journey.

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Sex, Chaos, Love

Chapter 8 -- Not Very Lucky

Life hasn't always been good to Isaac. Isaac's parents were killed in a car
crash on an Indiana interstate when he was 3. With no other family to take
him in, he ended up in foster care. To his knowledge, he was an only
child. He ended up with a great family for most of his life. They didn't
have any other kids and gave him all of the love and attention a boy could
need. He lived an incredibly happy childhood -- until he turned 13. That
was when the family he was with would also end up dead. They were murdered
by a crazed man in the process of a robbery at a roadside gas
station. Isaac saw much of it happen. He ended up back in foster care.

The next family Isaac would go to were not good people at all. They
collected foster kids for the money. They treated the kids poorly and
barely gave them enough food to live on. They frequently beat their kids
and made them do hard labor around their farm. Two kids had died in their
possession and yet the authorities still placed Isaac there. They said it
was too tough to place a 13 year old.

As Isaac grew older, he started to realize he was different from the other
kids he knew. He was very attracted to boys and men. He had to hide these
feelings, but his appearance made him a target for bullying. He was so
slight and appeared to be even younger than he was. He wasn't very strong
or aggressive and was only able to defend himself by running away. He also
felt that being a boy wasn't enough for him. He had these feelings that he
could be a girl too. He really had no idea what they meant, what to do with
them and certainly had no one to talk to about them.

The foster family life was wearing on him. He was not strong enough to
handle the labor he was being forced to do. He was frequently beaten, not
only by his foster parents, but also his siblings. Of the nine kids that
were a part of this strange family, three of the boys decided they were
going to target Isaac for a particularly vicious attack.

Ricky, Ben and Stanley were the foster brothers that had been at the farm
the longest. They were nearing their time to leave as Ricky and Ben were 17
and Stanley was 16. They were mean boys and they were very mean to the rest
of the foster kids. Sexually abusing their siblings was like a hobby to
them, a form of entertainment. Boys or girls, it didn't matter, they abused
them. The parents were well aware of this activity and did nothing about
it. One of the two kids that died was an 11 year old girl that they
brutally raped.

For whatever reason, Isaac managed to avoid his fate for almost a
year. That ended one Sunday afternoon, the week Isaac turned 14. Isaac was
unloading bags of fertilizer from the truck and carrying them into the
storage shed. Stanley came out to check on him and stood by watching Isaac
struggle handling the heavy bags that were beyond his strength. He soon
wandered over to the door of the shed and blocked Isaac from leaving.

"You need to turn around sissy boy," growled Stanley.

"Um, I...uh, s-s-still h-have bags to unload," a very nervous Isaac
replied.

"I don't give a fuck. I think I'm feelin' like it's your time, boy."

Isaac backed up into the shed and began to cower. He knew that something
bad was about to happen.

Something bad definitely happened. Stanley grabbed Isaac and carried him
over his shoulder to another shed. There, Ricky and Ben were
waiting. Stanley threw Isaac to the ground. He was picked up and brought
over to a table that they threw him over. Ben grabbed his hands and began
tying them to the legs of the table. Ricky was tying his legs to the other
side of the table. At this point Isaac was in tears and begging for them
not to hurt him. That just made the boys even more angry and aggressive.

They started out by paddling Isaac's ass with boards. Each boy had their
own board and one by one, they swung at him and hit him harder and
harder. The pain was excruciating. From there they whipped Isaac with their
belts. Ben came at Isaac with a scissors and violently cut off Isaac's
shirt. They whipped his back with their belts, beating bloody welts into
the poor boys back. Ben then cut off Isaac's pants, exposing his ass. They
went on for a long time beating his bare ass with the boards and their
belts. Isaac sensed that this wasn't going to be the end of this.

The boys, laughing at their conquest, were playing rock-paper-scissors to
determine who would go first -- who would rape Isaac first. Ben won the
round. He walked up to Isaac and stood behind him. His brothers were egging
him on. Ben dropped his pants and exposed his hard cock. It was thick like
a soda can. He spit on his hands and rubbed his cock, spit once on Isaac's
ass and then forced himself into Isaac. He made Isaac scream, which made
Stanley grab a rag from the ground and stuffed it into Isaac's mouth. It
tasted like cum. Ben relentlessly raped Isaac, pounding him with all of his
might, tearing his tight little ass apart. Once he came into Isaac's ass,
he backed away and pointed at Stanley and told him it was his turn.

Isaac's virgin ass was bruised and bloody from the forceful rape. That
didn't matter to Stanley. He exposed his average cock and took his turn. He
raped the boy as hard as his brother did. He also pulled on Isaac's hair
even though Isaac was tied down. He slammed Isaac's face down as he
came. Isaac was now bleeding from his nose.

Ricky would now have his turn. Ricky was the only one that was remotely
attractive. He also didn't just pound right away. He slowly slid his fairly
massive cock into Isaac. His cock was so big, easily 11 or more inches that
it felt like forever to slide in. He continued to slowly fuck Isaac, which
brought Isaac the slightest amount of pleasure. Isaac's cock got hard while
Ricky was fucking him. He tried to think of something to make his cock go
down, but it was too late. Sicko Stanley had noticed and screamed out how
the sissy boy liked it. Stanley then grabbed a hold of Isaac's cock and
balls and squeezed and pulled on it. It sent sharp spikes of pain through
him. Ben slapped at the boys cock and balls pulled tightly in Stanley's
hands. Ricky held his cock inside Isaac while he watched his brothers
torture him. Finally, the boys stopped their torture and Ricky continued
fucking him. Ricky fucked Isaac harder and harder, but he also put his
fingers in Isaac's ass on either side of his cock and pulled Isaac's hole
open even wider. It hurt like hell. Finally, Ricky came and pulled out.

They gave Isaac no mercy. They each took a turn fucking Isaac a second time
and Ricky went at him for a third time. Ricky had to be gay in addition to
being sadistic; he clearly enjoyed this too much. Stanley suggested they
get the cattle prod. Ricky said they needed something to do to him
tomorrow. Eventually they began to lose interest and left Isaac tied to the
table while they went back to the house.

Isaac was beaten bloody with welts all over his back and ass. His ass had
been all but destroyed by the aggressive hate fucking he got from the
boys. He felt for a moment like he'd die there. Fortunately, one of his
other siblings came out. It was Amy, the girl who had been there the
longest. She didn't say a word and signaled to Isaac to be quiet as she cut
the ropes off of his bloody wrists and ankles. She whispered in his ear
where he could find a bag of clothes that she had put aside for herself and
explained to him how to escape. Isaac protested.

"It sounds like this is your escape plan!"

"Yes, it is, but you need to take it. They will kill you. You won't be able
to handle whatever those sadistic bastards have planned for you. I'll be
OK. I can deal with them, I always have."

She kissed Isaac on his head and wished him luck. Then she ran off.

Isaac felt like he couldn't move for the longest time. He was in such
pain. It was dark and everything seemed quiet. So, he decided he needed to
make his escape. He felt bad for Amy and hoped nothing bad would happen to
her. He grabbed the bag she told him about and wrapped himself in the
blanket that was in it. He then ran to the area of the fence she said he
would be able to get out of. He ran and ran as far away as he could. He
finally came to a place he felt he could stop. It was near a creek where he
was able to clean himself up.

He stripped down and slowly lowered his naked, battered body into the
creek. He let the water run over him and tried his best to clean up his
wounds. He eventually climbed back out and dried himself off with the
blanket. He reached into the bag and pulled out the clothes Amy had put
there. It probably didn't occur to her that she was sending Isaac along
with girls clothes. In the bag was a denim skirt, a white lacy blouse, a
pair of white stockings, a lacy pair of panties and a bra. Isaac knew he
really didn't have a choice, so he put it all on. It felt pretty good to
him.

Isaac was exhausted. He laid there and cried himself to sleep with the
thoughts of what had just happened to him, all of the loss he'd had, the
crazy thoughts in his head that he didn't understand, and wondering what
would happen next. He was especially sad that his first time was not the
beautiful romantic experience that he'd dreamed of. This made him very
sad. He feared he could never trust anyone every again.

At least he was free.

***

After three months, Isaac found himself in Washington DC. Isaac had walked
and walked with no idea where he was going. He literally walked over 1,000
miles over all that time. Amazingly, his wounds had healed pretty
quickly. Aside from the scars on his back, butt and legs, there was no
evidence of the horror he had gone through. He managed to make it by
standing on highway exits and street corners begging for money. He found
some boys clothes in a donation bin in a town near the farm he ran from. He
didn't want anyone to beat him up for being dressed like a girl. He ran
when he saw cops -- there was no way he was going back to any kind of
foster life. It wasn't easy and it really weighed on him, but he kept
going. DC seemed like a place he could figure something out.

Being on the streets was tough. He had his things stolen from him. He got
beaten up a couple of times. He could barely find food. He was already
skinny enough, not eating really didn't help. The whole experience was
painful to him. He took to self-harm to help cope with the pain he felt. He
met a couple other boys who gave him some advice or helped him out a bit,
but everyone was pretty much only willing to help themselves. He didn't
make any friends and had no one to really protect him. Isaac definitely
needed protection. One of the boys he met suggested that he turn tricks. He
told him that older pervs liked young boys and would pay him for his
time. This sounded icky to Isaac. He also was afraid to have sex since the
rape he endured earlier in the year. The boy told Isaac to give it a try,
that it might save him. He told him about the bar where men looked for boys
for hire.

Isaac reluctantly decided he needed to try this way of making money. He
went to the bar and hung out. Sure enough, an old guy came out to see
him. The man looked to be in his 70's or even older. He asked Isaac to come
to his apartment. Isaac was so nervous, but he went anyway. They guy was
nice enough. He put $50 on the coffee table and asked Isaac to strip down
and jerk off for him. Isaac did as he was asked and the man said to take
his money and go. The next several instances were not as nice. Because
Isaac was so thin and emo looking, men were rough on him. In one case Isaac
had to run off when the guy wanted him to do something super gross. He got
stiffed out of his cash on one trick. Isaac hated this. He used some of the
money he earned to buy a guitar. Isaac loved music. He sat on corners and
played and people threw money at him. It made less than tricking, but it
felt safer and Isaac felt better about it. He would only hustle if he
really needed to.

Late one night, as Isaac was packing up his guitar on DuPont Circle, some
thieves came by, knocked him down, smashed his guitar and stole his
money. Beaten down, Isaac wandered off to an alleyway and fell to the
floor. He cried again, something he found himself doing a lot. He just
couldn't understand why everything was so awful for him. He pulled out his
pocketknife and did what he always did when he felt bad. He cut
himself. After a few cuts he thought he pulled his sleeves down and went
back to the bar. He was pretty broken down.

Maybe tonight I will finally hook up with the guy who puts me out of my
misery, he thought to himself. He went inside, sat at the end of the bar
and ordered a glass of water. The bartenders here were pretty nice to most
of the boys, knowing exactly why they were there. The bartender delivered
Isaac a beer and told him it was no charge. Isaac smiled and thanked
him. It was only 10:30. The place wasn't very busy yet. After about an
hour, a young man sat next to Isaac. He was a clean-cut, preppy looking guy
who seemed nice enough.

"I'm Jeremy," the guy cheerfully said as he stuck out his hand.

"Isaac. I'm Isaac. Hi."

From there, Jeremy talked Isaac into coming back to his hotel room. He
didn't even wait for Isaac to say an amount; he just offered $200 right
away. Isaac was not about to turn down that possible windfall. Isaac
nervously followed Jeremy out of the bar.

"You look scared. I promise you, I'm not like these other guys. I'm nice. I
just want to have a little fun."

"Ok," Isaac said shyly as he hoped this man was telling the truth.


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