Date: Wed, 1 Sep 2004 04:31:19 -0700 (PDT) From: Edward Chong Subject: Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 4) Disclaimer: The following is a pure work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or events are purely coincidental. The story contains depictions of consensual sex between men/boys, with one domination scene about humiliation, and one authoritarian scene that includes bondage, spanking, and caning. This is possibly the 'juiciest' installment yet. There were so much sex even I couldn't keep track of it. Anyone who is forbidden by law to read these stories should hit exit right now. The same goes for those weak at heart or easily offended by graphical depiction of consensual and rough sex between men with a little bit of torture elements. Otherwise enjoy. For those who have been waiting for this installment, I extend my apologies. I have to admit that I did intend to post the fourth installment a year after the third, just to make it an anniversary. Since this installment is linked to yet another installment, I am quite sure that part 5 will be posted one year from now. So I guess it will be another two years before I can finish this entire story (yes,there are six chapters in all). Send me an e-mail to tell me about your opinion. This story may not be posted or distributed by any other media without the permission of its author. Any comments and thoughts are welcomed. *************************************************************************** Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 4) - And It's Time To Run *************************************************************************** "What the hell is happening?" Collin asked as Kenneth barged into the room. "Time to go. We've got company." Kenneth was brief, and he disappeared again as sudden as he had appeared. Alex was still drowsy. He was barely awake. Collin grabbed him by the arm and dragged him out into the hallway searching for Kenneth. They almost bumped into each other as Kenneth was hurrying back to Sean's (and his) bedroom, with Ian and Edward close behind. It was weird to see two of Edward, and the only Collin could differentiate the two was that Edward still had his hands cuffed behind him. "Everybody here?" Kenneth asked as everybody flooded into the room and he sealed the door shut. "Where the hell do we get this kind of security systems?" Alex asked out of curiosity, not really caring for the inappropriatesity of the moment. "Mom and Dad runs some pretty big business and your second bro and I do some rather contraversial stuff, so protection is necessary. No time to explain, let's go." Sean finalised, but realised that they were all still naked. He grabbed some clothes from the closet and threw it to them. It was definitely not the time to choose which shirt matches which pants. "What about the butlers and maids?" Edward asked. "They should already be gone. They have their own escape routes." Kenneth explained as they finished dressing themselves. Sean punched a couple of switches on the control panel and a trap door opened beneath the bed, then the bed automatically moves aside. They jumped down into the tunnel almost all at once. They already hear voices outside the door. Once everyone was in the tunnel system, Sean punched on a switch on the wall and the trap door closed shut above them. They couldn't even hear the bed moves back into place. Since it was not a time to hesitate, they quickly press on and follow the tunnel system to a place that only Sean and Kenneth knows. "So you guys are like drug dealers, right? Or weapon smugglers? And so are Mom and Dad, right? Why else would we have that kind of security systems? Why else would we have that kind of money for something like that?" Alex asked after a few minutes of running. Now they are walking as they are sure that they aren't being pursued. "You say that again and I'll smack you on the head real good." Sean threatened. "How could you say something like that? Mom and Dad runs a legitimate business. You know they are in the computer line and how much money that can make." "How about you two?" It was Collin's turn to be suspicious. "What do you two do?" "Confidential." Kenneth answered for the both of them. "Ok. How about the people that we are running from? Can we at least know who they are?" Collin continued. "They are my adopted father's men. I didn't think they'd strike so soon." Ian offered the answer this time. He felt guilty about what happened. "Guess you had him figured wrong, huh?" Edward chimed in. "And if it is not too much trouble, can someone please get these freaking handcuffs off me?!!" "I don't have the keys. I left them in the room." Ian suddenly remembered. "Bloody hell." Edward said, with an English accent. "Just a few more minutes' walk." Sean said from the front. "Just a few more minutes' walk to what, Sean?" Alex was getting agitated. They all are. "To the supply center." True to his words, after a few minutes walk, they come to a door, almost hidden, camouflaged among the rocky and dusty walls. The door was locked with a PIN code device. Sean entered the PIN and the little red light changed to green after a resounding beep. After all, they were in a tunnel. Pushing the door open, Sean led the way into the supply center where they find an abundant of... supplies. Food, weapons, communication devices, some clothing, and money. Passports of every country on Earth, a large amount of money for every known currency, and another control panel by the corner of the room. Kenneth sat down on the pull-out chair attached to the underside of the table and booted up the backup system. Sean was busy selecting the supplies that they will need. "The house's gone. Their men has taken over our house." Kenneth reported. "We can stay here. They'll figure out this place sooner or later. We gotta keep moving. Edward, come here." Sean broke down the situation to them. Edward walked towards Sean who turned him around, and unlock the handcuffs. Edward rubbed his sore wrists and then looked around and pick up a handgun. Almost immediately Sean grabbed it from him. "Only Kenneth, Ian and I will carry a weapon. The rest of you stay close to us." "What the hell? Why?!" Edward was almost whining as he was protesting, which got him a slap from Sean. "Do as I say or I leave you here for them to find you. I am sure the General would be happy to see you again." Sean threatened. Edward shuts up. "Kenneth, let's go." "Right behind you, Big Bro." They exited the supply room and the door shuts automatically behind them, locking itself. Sean was leading the way to the left juntion when Kenneth took the right. "We are not going to the Dungeon, Kenneth." Sean said without even looking at him. Sheepishly, he quickly rejoined them. "The Dungeon? No, don't tell me." Alex said to no one in particular. "I thought you guys already have a dungeon in your room." Collin pursued the matter further. "That's a training dungeon. This is a Torture Chamber." Kenneth explained voluntarily. "I end up here if I screw up really bad. I would have been here the other day if you guys were not there to watch me getting tortured. This place, you cannot imagine." "You guys are sick, you know that?" Edward attacked from behind. "Kenneth, why don't you remind Edward who he is. And while you are at it, explain a little about the Torture Chamber." Sean commanded without looking back. Kenneth moved towards Edward and gave him a punch in the stomach. He doubled over in pain, but the rest kept walking, as instructed by Sean. "Never ever disrespect your Master, slave." Kenneth snarled. Edward looked up with slight tears in his eyes. Kenneth pulled his ears and made him follow the group as he began to explain about the Torture Chamber. "This might sound strange coming from me, but my advice to you is that you better not screw up so badly that you need to take a trip to the Torture Chamber. I have been there before and trust me when I say that it's not something that I'd like to remember. See this?" Kenneth lowered his shorts a little. There was a mark on his ass, like it was burnt into the skin. "It's called Branding. Big Bro used a red hot iron straight from the furnace and burnt it into my ass. It's a mark that shows he owns me, and I am proud of it. Oh don't look so worried, he is going to brand you too, when the time comes." "The chains and restraints you saw in the dungeon in our room is nothing compared to what you can find in there. Stocks, leg irons, manacles, cage of all sizes, whips, canes, paddles, studded gloves (for mashing your balls), clamps of all kinds. You don't even want to know what some of them are used for." "So you better be a good little obedient slave boy or when you win a trip to the Torture Chamber, I'd be there watching you and enjoying it, you dig?" "Yea, I dig." Edward murmured. "I may be a slave like you, but based on seniority, I am still superior than you, so you better show some respect to me too or I can make your life real miserable, you know what I mean?" "Yes... Sir." Edward said, defeated. "That's better." "We're here." Sean motioned them to stop in front of a door. It opens into an abandoned house somewhere in the middle of the city. Again, like the door they last saw, this one also requires a PIN code to open, and Sean knew just what the number combination is. The house was in a shamble and the door is hidden behind tons of discarded junks. The made their way out of the house and into the streets. "Where do we go now?" Collin asked. He was looking around for any signs of trouble. "I think my father's men are still searching the house, but he has eyes and ears everywhere so it is not a good idea to stay out in the open." Ian provided some info. "Alright, let's find the nearest hotel and stay in for the night. We all need some rest anyway." Sean analysed. "You mean this one?" Alex pointed to the hotel situated right opposite them. The Shag Palace. It's an old hotel, brightly covered in blinking little red lights, the entrance barely visible. "Yes, that'll do. It will provide us with the cover we need." Sean finalised. "After all, that's why we chose to make the exit in the heart of the red light district." Collin and Alex looked around and saw that the street, although quiet, is bustling with brothrels and hookers. Men and women walking around in arms, kissing, some even doing it right there in the alley by the dumpster. "Come on." Kenneth pushed the two wide-eye boys into the hotel, following Sean, and followed by Ian and a very disturbed Edward. "We need the suite." Sean told the front office receptionist, who looked at Collin and Alex, and then the rest of them. "We are brothers." Sean explained, but his tone was clearly agitated. "Hey, I am not here to pass judgement. Just a receptionist. What you do is your business. If the suite is your fancy, then the suite is what you'll get." The receptionist worked on the computer and then grabbed a key from the board, passing it to Sean. "Cash or credit card?" "Cash." Sean threw the money on the counter. "And get us some room service." "Does that include an underage male stripper, sir?" No one could tell if the receptionist was being sarcastic or honest. "No." Kenneth replied, pushing Sean towards the elevator, preventing him from denting the receptionist's face. "Look," Ian started once they were in the suite. "I am really sorry I brought this much trouble to you guys. I should have never come back." "Don't worry about it. We're family, right? We'll find a way out of this." Sean said as he put the gun down on the nightstand next to the big heart-shaped bed. "You don't understand." Ian continued. "My father won't stop till " "I said don't worry about it. I know how to fix this thing. I just need to make a few calls, but not from here." "We gotta call Mom and Dad and tell them not to return to the house." Kenneth reminded him. "Why don't you and I go do that?" Sean pick up his gun again, slip it into his waistband and pull his shirt over it. Kenneth did the same and they left the four younger brothers standing around in the suite dumbfounded. "Don't use the hotel's phones! They can trace us!" Edward burst out twenty seconds after the door was closed. "You are a little slow, aren't you?" Ian commented almost inaudibly. "So what are we going to do now?" Collin asked. "We should be safe here, and since we are on the high ground, we can maintain a lookout on the streets below for my father's men." "Why don't you two go get some rest, and don't take that bedroom. It's mine." "Sheesh Edward bro, you never change." Alex mumbled as he and Collin went into the last bedroom available in the suite. Ian looked at them lovingly, longingly, feeling something that was hidden inside for so long, denied. "Do you think they suspect anything?" Kenneth asked. They were sitting at a hidden corner of the dark and dingy bar. Soft music were being played but most of the sound that they could hear were sex noises from everywhere in the bar. "No. They don't have a single clue." Sean said after he sipped his Bloody Mary. "Edward?" "Especially Edward. He is too fucked-up by what is happening to him to care about what is happening around him. But that's an irony, isn't it?" If the comment was funny, neither of them laughed. "Look at the size of this room!" Collin jumped onto the bed and bounced a little. "You look so cute." Alex laughed, then join him on the bed. "You too. Mmmm, you know, I always have a fetish for hotel rooms." "No shit! You never told me that." "That's because everytime I try to bring it up, I never got the chance to finish saying it before you ... ugh... before you do that..." Between the second and the third dialogue, Alex had already pulled the waistband of Collin's already loose shorts down to his balls and engulfed his cock in one mouthful, all the way to the throat, just the way he likes it. Just the way they both like it. Alex bobbed up and down on the shaft, slicking it with his saliva and with his free hands, he tried to pry the clothes off of Collin's little taut body, and the kid wasn't much of a help either, unless his constant moanings and writhings count as help. When he had succeeded in undressing his little brother, Alex began to take off his own clothes, all the while still sucking on his brothers juicy cock, playing with the cock head and the piss slit with his strong muscular tongue, tickling it, doing the butterfly technique on the shaft, licking it like a popsicle, then without warning swallow the entire thing all the way down, applying enough suction that Collin thought he would suck the balls right out of him. Now that both boys are naked, and both of Alex's hands are free, he began to play with Collin's nipples and balls. He would squeeze and pinch one nipple, then the other, at the same time he would grab hold of his balls and roll those precious orbs in his hands, massaging them, pulling and stretching them. Precum flowed from the cock, rewarding Alex for his expert manipulation of the merchandises, such sweet nectar for him. Collin was near. His animal-like gruntings and constant trashing of his body gives Alex the signal and he backed off, just like that, leaving Collin all frustrated. "Man, you are not going cold turkey on me, are you?" Collin managed to mumble, his eyes still close. "No, I got other plans." Alex knew Collin didn't see him sucking on his own fingers, coating it with spit, and then stuck it up his own ass, lubricating it. "You on top?" Collin didn't need to see to know what Alex had in mind. "Just lie still and enjoy the ride." "Hey, we don't have any condoms." Collin opened his eyes at that realisation. "I think it's safe to go bareback, unless you did something a couple of days ago that I should know about." Alex taunted him. "Man, would you let that go already?!" "Not in a million years." Alex gave him his trademark grin that Collin had come to love and hate. "Just shut up and let me fuck you." With that, Alex sat onto Collin's cock in one single movement, without stopping, without hesitation. Both of them gasped at the connection, Collin because of the warm and tight sensation wrapping around his rigid-as-steel cock, and Alex because of the pressure on his prostate. After a moment to collect themselves, Alex began to ride his younger brother, then with ernest, and finally like a bronco. He was practically bouncing up and down on the little guy below him, head thrown back in ecstasy. Collin admired his elder brother's body, especially his strong and stamina-laden calves. He was working up a sweat, they both were, as Alex would hauled himself up from the bed and Collin's about-to-explode cock with his legs and hands, then sat back down hard, again, again, and again. His eyes were close, so he didn't see COllin reaching up with both hands and playing with his nipples. He gasped and bounced harder, with every upward motion his nipples were pulled tighter, sending pleasurable waves of sensation to his brain, or his cock. He didn't know which was the controlling organ at this point. His own cock was almost purple with blood. So hard, so long. Collin abandoned one nipple and went on to wrap his free hand on Alex's rigid member, which was instantly rewarded with a gasp from Alex. Collin kept his wrapped around his brother's cock but he kept it still and didn't masturbate it. He let Alex's bouncing movement do all the work. Everytime Alex leaves the bed, his cock will slide into the warm hand of his little brother that wrapped his cock so tightly, and everytime he fell back down on the bed, he would be speared by his little brother's not-so-little weapon that penetrates his innermost sanctum, pressuring the one gland from inside his body that generates electrical jolts all over his body. Essentially, he would fuck his brother's hand everytime he pulls up, and gets fucked by his brother's cock everytime he sits back down. At this height of sexual euphoria, neither could hold out long. With the gentle and rough ministrations of Collins hand on his nipple, and the ever tightening grip of the hand on his cock, not to mention his own ever-increasing frequency of bouncing and fucking motions, the ride was about to come to a sudden and explosive halt. With one lurch off the bed, Alex fucked deep through the hand gripping his cock, and held himself there. White, thick, and creamy spurts of cum burst out of his cock and hit the wall above Collin's head. He pulled back a little, muscles requirements, then fucked again into the hand to shoot another load, this time hitting the headboard and eventually trickled down onto COllin's hair. Before the third wave of orgasm could arrive, his muscles gave way and he fell back down onto Collin, onto the cock that speared his prostate, making his eyes go wide and producing another powerful spurt of cum rocketting out of the piss slit and right into Collin's face. He would cum again, and again, until the cum has all been pushed out of his body, spent and empty, but contempt and happy, before he would lie down onto his little brother's chest, and pass out. Collin had felt the sudden stop, the tensing of the warm muscles keeping his cock prisoner, albeit only his cockhead. He had seen the look on Alex's face when he let out a gutteral and animalistic groan. He had seen how Alex had fucked through the hole formed by his hand wrapped around the cock, and the huge white spurt of thick and creamy cum ejaculated from the piss slit, flew right over his head, and hit the wall with a loud splat. Then he had seen his brother moved back a little then forward again, his ass mucsles tensing all the time, massaging his cockhead still embedded in his elder brother's rectum, causing his own body to shudder with the need to cum, but short of one more strong stimulation. However, he didn't see the second spurt of his brother's cum coming right towards him, right between the eyes. It hit him square in the face. He could smell the strong scent of his brother's cum, his manly essence, and he could feel the warm milky substance began to cool and drip down his face. He had close his eyes, therefore when his brother sat back down on his cock, he didn't see it cumming. Contracting ass muscles, sliding and massaging all the way down, the hit rock bottom which must be his brother's prostate, and then sensing the third wave of orgasm clenching his cock, was that final thrust he needed to go over the edge, and release his own pent-up load deep into his brother's bowels. He felt his balls contract and the first shot caused him to gasp very loudly, and the feelings along his navel that led up to the second shot made him see lights of different colours in his closed eyes. And then the cum would cum again, leaving his body, feeling it course along the insides his cock and then out the piss slit, travelling airborne (or assborne) in his brother's inner spaces for a very short time before hitting the walls of the rectum, and the first few hit the prostate itself, he was sure. The waves began to subside and the moment he felt his brother's head rests on his chest, he blacked out. Edward was looking out the window, in between the curtains. He might have been self-absorbed and a little naive, but he is not stupid. Even so, he isn't really looking out for any of Ian's adopted father's men, rather he needed some visual distraction so that his brain could work on the things that has happened to him in the past 48 hours. His youngest little brother had an incident about 'doing it' outside the family. He found out the truth about his two eldest brothers' relationship. He was mistakenly kidnapped and sexually tortured (for some reason his cock sprang to life at that thought). He was rescued, only to fall prey to his own elder brothers, making him into their slaves and he still has no idea what they are planning to do to him, albeit it won't be as bad as what Ian's adopted father did. Come to think of it, why would that man treat his son, even if he was adopted, in such a gruesome manner? Sure, Ian had told him about the unimaginable things that he does that he call work, but to his own adopted son? This feels mighty suspicious. And it was only after he was rescued and brought back to the house that he learnt of his twin brother's existence. And in less than an hour after that bombshell, he was having sex with him, with his hands cuffed and all. Then they got invaded, ran into the tunnels, learnt more stuff about his elder brothers, and finally ending up in a sleazy hotel in the red light district. How crazy is that? His mind was reeling with thoughts and suspicions until he felt a foreign but familiar hand on his shoulder. He turned to look into himself. This is going to be a sight that he will have to get used to. Ian has a compasionate look in his eyes. He could almost tell what Ian was thinking, feeling, trying to feel, what they call the 'twins-spin' thing. But he couldn't. He couldn't get in. It was almost like there is a wall that blocks him out. He search in the eyes of twin brother for a way in, and received a pair of lips instead. Ian had leaned in and planted his lips onto Edward's. At first, Edward didn't know how to respond, but slowly, he parted his lips and let Ian's tongue invade his oral cavity. He tried to wrestle it with his own tongue, and they swap saliva and play with each other's tongue till they have to break for air, both gasping. Ian was quick. He had both hands inside Edward's shirt before he could recover, and traced his hands over Edward's defined body. He would poke at the belly button, but once he found the nipples, he stayed there, massaging them, rolling them between his fingers, scratching them with his nails, pinching them, pulling them, and twisting them. Edward threw his head back in pleasure, closed his eyes and gasped. He felt Ian's hands left his nipples and began to tug on his shirt. He helped by holding his hands above his head so that the shirt can come off, leaving his smooth torso naked. Then Ian had knelt down and started to pull down his shorts. They were all going commando when they fled the house, so Edward's hard seven-incher flopped out and bounced in the air, hitting Ian's face, as the waistband was pulled past it. His heavy balls dangle in the air, away from his body, beckoning Ian to lick them, suck them, and worship them. Ian did just that, and then some. He put out his tongue and traced the balls around, and then he would take one of them into his mouth, sucking and playing with it with his tongue. He would then release it and alternate this with the other ball. He even used his tongue to prod that spot just behind the balls, before the anus. Then he had gulped both balls into his mouth in one sudden movement, causing Edward's legs to buckle a little. He used his hands to steady him, then move on to play with his nipples again as he suck and lightly chew on the orbs inside his mouth. Edward's moaning was getting louder and louder. There was a cold liquid that felt on Ian's face. He released Edward's balls from their oral prison, and then slowly and teasingly used his tongue to trace the underside of Edward's steel-hard cock from the base to the tip of the head, where he was rewarded with a very copious amount of precum pooled on the head. He licked them all, bathing the head with his saliva and precum, prodding the piss slit with his tongue, and sometimes gently scrape the cock shaft with his teeth, but he never engulfed the entire cock or gave it any warm moistured satisfaction with his lips. The objective was to tease him, making Edward stayed hard and leaking. When he had Edward where he wanted him, Ian would grabbed the dangling balls in his hands and gives it a gentle tug, then without warning suck Edward's entire cock into his mouth, all the way to the base, and lodged the cockhead in his throat. His gag reflexes massaged the cockhead, making him convulsed a little, but he stayed there. Edward had his hands on Ian's head, tracing his fingers through the hair, and moaning with approval. Ian would stay put like that, trapping the cock in his mouth, letting the muscle reflexes in his throat to do all the work, until he would feel light-headed from the lack of air, before he would let the cock slid slowly from his troat so that he can breathe again. He would let it slide out until only the cockhead is still inside his mouth, so he would be able to play with the head, tonguing the piss slit, sliding across the corona, and tickling the underside. He knew Edward couldn't hold on for much longer because all this time he was gently pulling and squeezing his balls, and now they are beginning to retract and draw up to the body. In a swift motion, he let the cock slid into his throat once again, and the let the gag reflexes do their work. Muscles clamping and moving around his cockhead and along his shaft pushed Edward over the edge, and his balls sends out a volley of cum through his cock and shoots right down into Ian's throat. But Ian still had Edward's balls in his hand, and he is preventing them from pulling all the way up to his body, therefore the orgasm lasted much longer, as the balls keep trying to retract, which in effect keeps sending waves and waves of pleasure and pain through Edward's entire body. Every spurt of cum was forced out from his cock into Ian's throat, and when Ian finally released his balls, when they could finally pull up to the body, a last trickle of cum oozed out from the head, which was no longer in Ian's throat, onto his tongue, so that he can savour his prize. Edward was trying to recover from the massive orgasm. His whole body shook and now he is covered in a light sheen of sweat. However, Ian did not give him that satisfaction. He turned Edward around in one smooth motion, then parted his ass cheeks with his hands, and dove his tongue into the exposed anus. Edward yelped at that intrusion and the sensations come back flooding into his whole being. Ian's constant prodding and jabbing at his asshole was sending another league of pleasures through his body. When his tongue had thrusted past the sphincter, he began to tongue-fuck his twin brother. Edward was trying so hard to cope with the feelings, but they were just too strong, so strong that he had to thump the glass window with his right hand, while his left is clenched in a fist, his eyes closed and his teeth gritted together. As sudden as it happened, the feelings stopped. It took him a moment to recollect himself, and when he was able to turn around, Ian had already shed all his clothes, sporting a tremendous hard-on, his cockhead engorged with blood, almost purple. He felt hands on his shoulder and he knew what he was supposed to do. Edward knelt down and immediately took the cock into his mouth, slurping all over it, coating it with spit. He tasted the sweet precum, so much of it that it was almost a sip of a drink, and a little salty, but sweet nevertheless. He dragged his tongue up and down the shaft, gurgled at the head, and let his drool slithers all around the angry weapon, armed, locked and loaded. Ian pulled Edward up and dove in with a kiss. They slobber over each other, tongues battling and heads moving and voices moaning, until Edward felt Ian's cockhead at his backdoor, the popped in. Edward let out a gasp, sucked in air, as Ian sunk his tool deeper into him. Ian had one hand around his waist and another on his buttocks, and he pulled Edward closer to him. In one lunge, Edward wrapped both his legs around Ian's waist, and the cock was in the deepest it can go. Both of them gave a very loud groan. Ian slowly backed them up until Edward's sweaty back was resting on the glass window. If it wasn't for the curtain, anyone on the street below would be able to see Edward's naked back plastered on the window, a cock up his ass, his legs around Ian, gripping hard, as he began to pull back and thrust his cock into Edward. They moan each time Ian pull out, and they moan each time Ian push in. Ian was relishing the feeling of a warm and succulent ass that which was his twin brother's, while Edward was overcome by the waves of pleasure that coursed through his body each time Ian's cockhead pushed against his prostate. Ian's muscular ass expand and contract with each thrust, and with each thrust Edward slid across the window. Ian had to put one hand on the window to keep them steady, while still holding Edward with the other, and pumping his cock into the welcoming ass without missing a beat. They moaned and they groaned and then they kissed each other. Passionate, flaming, life giving kiss, as Ian thrusted deep and exploded into the depths of Edward's bowels. His balls contracted hard, and cum was pumped forcefully out of his cock over and over again. He made some small fucking motions to aid the ejaculation, but his brain was no longer in control. He could only savour the feeling of his hard cock shooting and coating Edward's insides with his cum. And he kept shooting until he could shoot no more, and then he would shoot some more, because his cock is still hard, and Edward's cock, is no less harder than his. When his brain resumed control, Ian let down, but he didn't pull out. With his cock still inside him, he turned Edward around, and albeit only moments after cumming, Ian began to thrust into Edward again, this time doggy style. He bent Edward forward so that he could get maximum penetration, and in each fuck, he ensures that he hits the prostate. Edward had two hands on the window, steadying himself of Ian's violent and insatiable onslaught, pumping and thrusting onto him over and over again, without slowing down, without remorse. Then Ian would wrap his hands on Edward's hard cock, and play with the head, smearing the leaking precum all over the place, all the while still fucking him. One hand on his back, one hand masturbating his cock, one cock fucking his ass. They thought it would take long, but it didn't. Ian knew they were both coming close to the point of no return, so he pulled Edward upright, still fucking him. He wrapped his arms around Edward's torso and stuck a finger into Edward's mouth, whom immediately began sucking with earnest. Still fucking him, he would keep jacking the cock in his hand until he felt the balls began to draw up in their sacks. He let his fingers slid out of the mouth, caressed the navel, the stomach, the chest, and then resting on the nipple, and suddenly pinched and twisted it, giving Edward the final initiative he needed to push himself to the point of orgasm, and shot his load all over the window. Ian relentlessly stroke Edward's ejaculating cock, and the spasms in his ass gripped tightly onto his own cock sending himself into the oblivion of the throes of climax. They both pumped their semen until their balls are spent. Ian came down from his all time high to find that Edward was sobbing and his body twitching. He realised that he was still milking the now spent and sensitive cock. It must have hurt Edward, but he said nothing. Ian stop and let go, then turn Edward around and they kissed him deep, so deep that they felt each other's essence of being. However, what they didn't see or felt was the curtains had come apart during their sexual endeavour, and someone on the streets below had seen Edward's arched body shot a load onto the glass window, almost could hear the splatting sound. And now as the cooling cum slowly slides down the glass, that someone is off and running. In that darkened bar, Sean and Kenneth sat silent for a long time. It is not that they do not have anything to say to each other, just that they do not have anything to say to each other at that moment. Mostly, they were just listening to the moans and groans from the people all around their table. Kenneth has been staring at the bartender for quite a while now, admiring his bulging biceps, washboard stomach showing clearly through his skin-tight shirt, and his boyish face. Kenneth was so into his own world that he didn't even hear Sean talking to him. So the big brother did something to acquire his slave's attention. He poured the rest of Kenneth's martini onto his crotch. The coldness startled him and Kenneth nearly knocked the table over when he backed up and stood. "Ooh, look at what my boy did. He wet himself." Sean said, a little too loudly. The bartender looked at them and gave a chuckled. He had been tending to these type of customers for years, so this is nothing new to him. "You..." Kenneth was so embarrased, especially now that he got the bartender's attention. His anger was rising, being humiliated like that in front of everybody, especially the bartender, but he quickly caught himself before pissing off his Master even more. "Take off your pants. I wouldn't want you to catch a cold, now would I?" Sean commanded with sarcasm. "What? Here?!" Kenneth was sure that his big brother has gone mad, both meanings. "Don't make me repeat myself, boy." The voice was commanding. Kenneth has been told to do a lot of humiliating stuff by his brother/Master before, like licking his toes, pissing on himself or being pissed on, and even to the extent of drinking his (Master's and own) piss, but all in the comfort and protection of their own home, not in public. He hesitated a moment longer, then slowly slid down his pants. Since they were going commando when they left in such a hurry, and he was standing in the brighter area of the bar, he was sure that everybody in the bar who was startled by him earlier is now watching his little strip show. "Done, Sir" Kenneth whispered, as he folded his pants and draped it over the chair. Despite the fact that his face is turning red with embarrasment, he was also getting a hard-on. He wonders if there is enough blood in his body to fill both places. "Since you didn't comply immediately, I think you should strip off your shirt as well." Sean added, much to Kenneth's dismay, but this time he obeyed instantly. He knew his Master will spank him if he is reluctant to follow orders (which he will still have to obey in the end), and the thought of being spanked right here in this bar where everybody would hear and see is much more of an embarrasment that he could bear, compared to standing there stark naked and hard. "Bend over and spread your cheeks." Sean continued, with an inaudible sinister chuckle. He likes to play with his slave once in a while. Humiliation is a great tool in instilling respect and obedience in a slave. Kenneth complied, after his eyes went big at this new instruction. "Maybe I should invite that couple over to play with you." Sean spoke, almost to himself, but loud enough for Kenneth to hear him and make him starts begging. "Oh God, please, Sir, please don't. I'm sorry for spacing out like that. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." "Don't tell me what to do, slave. Now come over here." Kenneth was just too happy to get out of the 'spotlight' and into his Master's protective arms, and the darker part of the bar. "Sit down on my lap. Move forward a little. Yes, there. Stay." Sean rubbed his coarse hands all over Kenneth's naked and smooth body. He played with the nipples, scratching and pniching them, eliciting moans out of his slave, and then circled his fingers around his stomach, lingering around the belly button, and finally move down to the navel, lightly and teasingly passed over the sensitive parts of his outer and inner thighs, but never touching his cock or balls. Ever so slowly, Sean lets his fingers travel down to the crack, looking for the prized cherry, as Kenneth squirmed and jerked under his ministration. With one hand stroking his inner thigh, Sean brought the other up to Kenneth's mouth, and asked him to suck on the middle finger. Kenneth took it into his mouth and suck on it like a pacifier. When the finger was wet enough, Sean extracted it from the mouth and went straight to the ass. He had been playing around with the rosebud with the other hand, knocking on the backdoor, but not really entering even when welcomed. This time, he stuck the wet middle finger right into the hilt, with one thrust, then clawed at that certain sweet spot that made Kenneth jumped and gasped aloud. Sean kept his finger in there for some time, twirling it around, scratching the prostate with his nails, eliciting gasps from Kenneth, whose breathing was now shallow, short and quick, and sweating profusely. Sean added a second finger, and after a while, a third. Kenneth's constant writhing occasional humping of his ass on Sean's crotch has made the Master himself randy as hell. He knew they have attracted a lot of attention. A few tables have even stopped their own games to just sit there and watch. The bartender even mixed the wrong drink. And all this while, Sean has not once touched his slave's cock or balls, so when he lightly stroke the balls and held the base of the cock, Kenneth gave a yelp and shot all over the table. Feeling the ass muscles contract on his fingers, Sean applied more pressure on the prostate, and that caused Kenneth's ejaculations spurt well across the table and splattered everywhere. Sean heard some of the audiences gasped and chuckled. The sudden sound of breaking glass broke their attention. The bartender looked at the mess he made, both on the floor and in his pants (a wet spot was rapidly forming), then quickly went into the store room to get a broom and a dustbin to get rid of the broken glass, and to change into a new pair of pants. He only had a single pair of underwear though. Guess he'll have to go commando for the rest of the night. And in that moment of distraction, Sean had smoothly opened his pants, took out his rock hard cock, and slid it into Kenneth's well-stretched hole, using the newly produced cum as lubrication. Kenneth still gasped as he sat on his brother's weapon, and that brought the audience back to their little performance. Sean isn't really into exhibitionism, but he didn't mind being in the spotlight either. After all, Kenneth is the one who's putting up a show, as he himself is well hidden in the dimness of the bar. With a little thrust of his Master's hip and a little pinch on both nipples, Kenneth knew it is time to start working. He began to ride the cock embedded deep in his ass, pulling himself slowly up till only the mushroom head is still inside, then let himself fall back down until he is sitting on the lap where the cock is connected. He did this slowly at first, then faster and faster, until he was riding like a bucking bronco, gasping and moaning, and sweating and panting. Sean didn't have to do much work, just sit there and enjoy the sensation of his cock being slurped by a juicy ass, but he kept his hands busy by continuosly pinching Kenneth's nipples, and sometimes shoving his fingers into Kenneth's wide opened mouth. As he felt that familiar stirring in his balls that signalled his impending orgasm, Sean clasped one hand on Kenneth's re-hardened cock and began to stroke it, ever so slowly. His other hand never left the nipples, and this new sensation caused Kenneth to start whimpering, as he approached his second orgasm of the night. With a painful pinch, a tight stroke, and a hard thrust, Kenneth gave a yell and cummed again. The amount of semen this time around is less, but still remarkable and most of it fell directly into the glass of half-drank Bloody Mary in front of him. The contractions in his ass is much stronger this second time, and the squeezing was all Sean needed to blow his own load into his brother's/slave's inside, coating the walls of his rectum with his fresh man juice. Sean went rigid and twitched with each ejaculation, until he was spent and with one last shudder, he slumped into the chair, pulling Kenneth to lie on top of him. The heat from the two of them raised the temperature inside the bar so much that most of the patrons and staff were sweating just by looking at them. Some of them left in a hurry, with an obvious bulge in their pants, and some went back to their own disrupted sex, though it sounded rougher this time around. When they have both recovered, Sean pulled out of Kenneth, pushed him off, and used the napkin on the table to clean up his cock. Cum was oozing out of Kenneth's asshole and he is getting the chill from the air-conditioning as his sweat began to dry off. "Put your pants back on, and grab your shirt." Sean commanded. Kenneth was only too happy to oblige. Sean has finished stuffing his cock back into his pants. "Finish my drink, bring the glasses back to the bartender, and don't forget to tip." With that, Sean stood up and left Kenneth there looking at the glass of Bloody Mary mixed with his own fresh cum. He took it and swallowed it down in one gulp, then grabbed both the glasses and went to the bar, handing a ten dollar tip to the bartender, who gave him a sly grin and a coy wink. Kenneth blushed and quickly went after his brother, whom it seems, was stopped by one of the patrons, who asked if he could have a session with the both of them. All Sean said was "Family only". As Kenneth passed that patron by, he saw that mixed look of confusion and disgust. It nearly made him laugh out loud as he caught up with his brother who was ready to close the doors to the elevator. They were silent during the ride up to their suite. Kenneth thought he heard Sean chuckle in front of him. He must have really enjoyed that little performance in the bar. The elevator stopped and they walked towards their room. As soon as they opened the door, they saw Edward and Ian kissing by the window, both naked, and apparently had had a really wild sexual encounter, as both of them were sweating from head to toe. They didn't want to disrupt the love birds, so they just stood there watching. The kiss lasted for a long time, and it was so hot that both Sean and Kenneth were beginning to feel the stiffening of their cocks, despite the fact that they have just cummed, big time. Edward was the first to come up for air. He wasn't used to long kissing, and as soon as he did, he saw his two elder brothers standing there watching with a bemused look on their faces, the door opened. He gave a surprised yelp, loud enough to alert the kids who were sleeping in the next room. They ran out to see what was happening, and only after realising what had happened that they remembered their own state of nakedness. They went crimson red, but Sean moved in on them as Kenneth closed the door. Sean gave all the nipples in the room a pinch, and then got a devilish idea. "Edward, did you get my permission to cum?" Sean asked. Everybody heard Kenneth gave a chuckle but nobody said anything about it. "What?" Edward, obviously puzzled by this new twist of event. "You're a slave. You need to have permission before you can cum." Kenneth offered the answer. "That's ridiculous!" Both Alex and Collin exclaimed at the same time. "We've been through this before, kids. Don't interfere." Sean gave a stern warning that scared the two youngest brothers. "I... I... " Edward was lost in words. This is something he is not too familiar with. "It was my fault, I was the one who started it." "Don't try to protect him, Ian. A slave should know better than to engage in sexual contact without his Master's consent." Sean was dead serious now. They could almost see veins popping out of his forehead. Edward was really scared at this moment. "Come here!" Sean grabbed Edward's left ear and dragged him over to their room and threw him on the bed. The rest of the brothers followed quickly behind them. Edward tried to recollect himself after he got thrown onto the big poster bed, but Sean had pick him up and put him over his lap in one swift motion. Sitting down on the edge of the bed facing his brothers, Sean began to spank Edward's ass with his open palm. Edward yelped at every whack. It was embarassing enough to be dragged by the ear, to have himself spanked by his eldest brother, naked, in front of his younger brothers, because he did not have permission to cum? It's humiliating! However, he does not have much time to dwell on that, because his ass was beginning to glow from the spanking. Every whack was hard and only gets harder. The slapping sound was so loud that Edward was afraid that other floors below them would hear it. Realising that, his ass was not the only part of his body that is glowing red. His face began to blush, especially after being in that position for some time. The blood are rushing to his head and stays there. Whack. Whack. Whack. Collin winced at every hit. Alex got harder at every whack. Kenneth smiled at every whack. Ian felt a little more guilty at every whack. And of course, Edward yelped at every whack, until the yelps gave way to cries of pain, and finally screams for mercy. After about a hundred, the two globes were burning fiery red. Edward is sobbing quietly now. All resistance left him. He just lay there on his elder brother's lap limply. Unbeknownst to him, there is one part of his body that is not limp. He didn't know this painful and humiliating punishment would get him high. "Kenneth, go get the handcuffs and ropes from my bag, and also the paddle." Sean commanded his senior slave. "Yes...Sir." Kenneth was unsure if he should be addressing him as his Master or as his brother, but considering the fact that everybody already know of their relationship, it would be better to just do it rather than to be afraid of what his brothers might think of it. It's easier that way. "Wha? Paddle?! No, No, No, please no!" Edward was horrified with the idea that Sean is still not done with his ass yet. "Shut your hole, slave, before I fill it with something." That got Edward quiet. "Sir, items you asked for." Kenneth came back with two handcuffs, a coil of ropes, and a leather paddle. The other three was looking at those things horrified, although Ian had probably seen them before, but still it was intimidating. Sean had Kenneth helped him is laying Edward on the bed, face up on his back. It was at this time that Edward realised how hard he was, despite the great sex he just had with Ian. Sean got one pair of handcuffs from Kenneth and proceeded to stretch Edward's right hand up over his head, towards the bedpost. With two deafening clicks, he had Edward cuffed to the headboard. Kenneth did the same to Edward's left hand after he got the nod from his Master. With his hands high above his head, Edward was laying there naked and vulnerable. He had probably guessed by now what the ropes are for, to bind his ankles to the foot of the bed so that he is spread-eagled on the bed, but he was wrong. Instead, Kenneth bent his legs up, almost folding him in two. Sean took this opportunity to loop the ropes around Edward's ankles and then tied it off at opposite ends of the bedposts. Kenneth let go of his waist and he didn't get too much slack to rest his lower body back on the bed. The ropes held his ass in the air, open, exposed, and ready to be used. Collin was scratching his head by now, not understanding the purpose of this, while Alex was really turned on just by looking at his elder brother's vulnerable ass on display. Ian shared the same feeling as Alex, his guilt faded away to lust, and was almost tempted to walk over there and gave that puckered butthole a rim of his life. Edward, now more conscious about his state of exposure, was trying to work himself free, but knew it was pointless. There was no way he could get those handcuffs off his wrists, but he thought, if he could at least get the ropes off his ankles, he could shield himself from the humiliating position that he is in. Kenneth stood back and picked up the paddle, intending to hand it over to Sean, but instead was commanded to use it. He was to administer the next phase of punishment on Edward. 100 licks of the paddle. Edward's eyes went wide as he heard that, but nobody saw it. He did hear a few gasps from his younger brothers though. Kenneth was a little puzzled at this little privilege he was given. He has always been a bottom and has no experience being the dominant top. His first strike was lame. Edward was thinking if this is how it goes, he could take a thousand of them and won't even make a sound. However, this is not lost on Sean as he began to teach his younger brother and first slave how to properly weild the paddle and the appropriate amount of strength a swing should have. Kenneth tried it a few more times, and it was still having no effect on Edward. Well, it did hit, but elicit no sound from him and incurred no pain at all. Sean saw the smirk on Edward's face and anger began to well up. "If you continue to hit like that, I'd think that you are trying to help him, and that won't make me very happy." Sean spoke with a hint of anger in his voice. This startled Kenneth. "I am sorry, Sir! I am not trying to go easy on him, Sir. I'll try harder." With that, Edward got a very hard slap on his left buttcheek. The sting of the leather paddle brought down with enough force can make a man cry, to say the least. He yelped loudly and Kenneth tried it again on his right buttcheek. The same result. "That's better. Oh, and Ed, the 100 licks won't start until you begin counting, and everytime you lose count, we will start over." Sean put a little twist to the game. Whack! "AHHH! One!" Edward screamed out. "That's not polite at all." Sean said. "Let's try it again." Whack! "AHHHH! One, Sir!" Edward was catching on. "What did Mom and Dad always taught us, huh? Be courteous. Thank the person who gave you a present, always!" Sean was beginning to like this game. "Let's try again." WHACK! "ARGH! One, Sir! Thank You Sir!" Edward was really attempting to get it right this time. He had read a lot of stories about paddlings from the Web and this is the appropriate way that the guy getting paddled responsed. "I'll give you a hint." Sean spoke. Obviously even this response was not good enough. "Fraternity." was all Sean said before Edward heard a WHACK! "ARGHHH! One Sir, Thank You Sir, May I Please Have Another, SIR!!!" Edward screamed out loud, no reservations anymore, just wanting to get it right, because if the count doesn't start soon, he won't be sitting for a week. In fact, he doesn't think that he will be sitting for a week as of right now. Kenneth looked at Sean. "Well, you heard the boy. He wants another. What are you waiting for?" Sean was smirking to himself. WHACK! "AHH! Two Sir, Thank You Sir, May I Please Have Another Sir!" WHACK! "ERGH! Three Sir, Thank You Sir, May I Please Have Another Sir!" And so it went on to a hundred. By the end, Edward was barely mouthing out the words. His ass was so numb that he could barely feel the pain of the paddle anymore. Sean wanted to push the limits, but he had another idea in mind that would make Edward scream again. Collin had sat down and covered his eyes. Alex was openly masturbating himself. He was so hard he might just pop again. Ian was restraining himself from leaping forward and helping Edward, even at times when Edward was unable to make the count, he tried to cover it for him, but it never worked because he yelled too loudly everytime. Kenneth was covered in sweat and panting. This exercise sure uses a lot of energy. Sean disappeared for awhile after the one hundread strikes were over, and came back with something that made everybody gasped, even Kenneth. Edward was barely conscious to notice what was happening until he felt a terrible pain coming from somewhere in his ass. He screamed so loud everybody cupped their ears. Sean had retrieved a cane from his bag of 'toys', a moderately long, thin, cane, and with a single aim, he swished the cane right on Edward's asscrack, hitting the anus like a bullseye. After the scream had died down, Ian leapt up and screamed at Sean. "Why did you have to do that?!!!" "That's his punishment for cumming without permission." Sean answered calmly. "Then what was those two hundred whacks all about?" Collin backed Ian up. He has seen enough for one day. "Those were disciplining methods, a routine that he will get used to. The cane is the actual punishment. I only gave him one because this is his first infraction and he is still new at this. You might even say I am going easy on him." "You... what... are you crazy or something?!" Collin was yelling at Sean. He was really mad. "Alex, tell him how insane he is! Alex?" Collin looked around and couldn't find Alex anywhere until Kenneth gave a slight cough. Apparently, the scene had turned Alex on so much that right after the cane, Alex had jumped onto the bed and shoved his cock into Edward's battered ass. Edward was so out of it he didn't even notice that. Alex was pumping madly away, lost in lust, his body sweaty, his chest heaving, his hair damp, thrusting his hard cock into Edward over and over again, and before Collin could recollect himself from the shock, Alex blew his load deep into Edward's bowel, then slumped back onto the foot of the bed, his still hard cock popped out with an audible 'plop'. "What the hell were you doing?!!!" Collin screamed right beside Alex's left ear, but he heard none of it. He was still in euphoria from the fuck he just gave his elder brother. "I believe it was clear that he was fucking Edward." Sean chuckled but was taken abacked by the look in Collin's eyes. The rage inside there could melt a giant iceberg. "What the hell is wrong with you people??!!!! Why are you acting like you are in a prison, or like some kind of animals, or, or... what... why... why AM I HARD?!!!" Collin finally realised that as he was screaming away, his cock had grown steel hard at the sight of Edward's red and slightly bruised buttcheeks, and the show Alex had put on must have gotten to his system. That, and the trickle of cum oozing out of Edward's ass. "Go on. You know you want to do it." Sean nudged his head towards Edward, who was wiggling his ass for some of the numbness to go away, but looked to them like he was asking to be fucked. "What? Are you... What do you... How could you... Why am I even considering it?!" Collin has never felt such conflicting emotions before. He was angry and horny at the same time. "Don't worry about Edward. He's fine. What I did to him did not damage him. I will never cause injury to my slaves. In fact, his ass is so sensitive right now the lightest touch will feel like agony renewed, just the way I like it." Sean was a sadistic fucker, that much Collin had made peace with, only, he was still considering about fucking Edward like that. He looked at Ian, who was also mesmerized by the scene unfolding, and also hard. Collin couldn't believe what he was about to do, couldn't believe that he would let himself do it, but he wants to do it, and he will do it, only he had to wait, because Ian had beaten him to it. Collin made up his mind too slowly. Ian was already on the bed, and with one thrust, mounted Edward who gave a loud groan. Without much ado, Ian began pumping his cock in and out of Edward. With Edward's ass still held in the air, Ian had to stand with his knees bent and leaned forward a little, then pulling himself back for the fucking motion to commence. The advantage of this position is that he could get maximum penetration into Edward's welcoming tunnel. Edward moaned loudly each time Ian's navel hit his bruised ass, sending those smarting sensation all the way up to his brain. Like Alex, his pounding was frenzied and it didn't take him very long to mix his own cum with those already deposited inside by Alex. Ian stayed inside a little longer after cumming, but finally pulled out, looking sheepish and guilty for taking advantage of Edward's vulnerability. He just couldn't help it. "So now do you want a go at that sweet ass?" Sean teased Collin, who looked like he was torn between choosing to do what is right and what is wanted. "y...yes..." he whispered. "Well, sorry to disappoint you but you have to wait till Kenneth's done. After all, he did a lot of good work blistering that ass, don't you agree?" "WHAT?! I still have to wait?!!" Collin exclaimed unconsciously. "Glad you admitted how bad you wanted to do this." Sean continued teasing him. After Kenneth fucked Edward mercilessly, they encouraged Collin to do it. They even cheered him on. At one point just before the insertion, Collin thought about backing out, but Edward opened his eyes and told Collin to do it. With that, Collin sunk his cock home and caused a scream from Edward. Collin has the biggest cock among the six brothers, even though he is the youngest. Collin bucked like a mad bronco. All the pent up energy, the anger, the confusion, were let out through his rough fucking of Edward who was still bound to the bed with his ass in the air. The sheer power of Collin's humping rocked the bed, producing squeking sounds from the hinges. His face was contorted, his eyes closed, his body moving on instinct. With one mighty lunge forward, Collin frozed, then pulled out as he lost his balance and fell backwards on the bed, causing his ejaculation to happen in open air, his cum flying all over the place, but mostly landed on Edward's ass and face. It was like fireworks, cum pumping out of Collin's cock in spurts, arched through the air like arrows and bullets. Both Collin and Edward passed out for a moment after that. When Edward woke up a little later that night, he found out that he was no longer tied to the bed, but he was very sore, especially his bruised ass. He fell immediately back to sleep, after the comforting knowledge that all his brothers are sleeping soundly in the same bed as he. Sergeant Miller was supposed to be searching for the Wilson brothers as ordered by the General. Why he wanted them so bad he has no idea. How they escaped their slightly un-espionage infiltration into their house, he has no idea. Why he is searching for them in the red light district, he has no idea. What made him look up to the top floor of that building, he has no idea. The only idea he has, is being rewarded handsomely for finding what he was supposed to be looking for. There, behind that slightly opened curtain, through the window and his binocular, he saw the boy named Edward, the one they had brought to the facility just a couple of days ago, who now looks like he is being fucked by someone. When he saw his body arched and cum was all over the glass window, it confirms his suspicion that Edward was indeed being fucked, by Ian! Yes, he found them! Now he knows where they are, and all he has to do is call in and report to the General his position. However, a certain part of him didn't want to do that. He has secretly been admiring Ian for a while know. Back in his rookie days, they had worked together some. His brief assignment with Ian brought him close, very close, to having what he had always desired. That handsome face, that sumptious body, that kind personality. Fate, it seems, has other plans for him and he was shifted off to another platoon as soon as the assignment was over, and he had not had the chance to see Ian again until that day when he was shipped back to the General's corp. Only, he knew Ian is the General's son, and if he does something with him, he would have to answer to the General. He decided to play it safe and not have any contact with Ian even though he wanted him so. He was contempt with just staring at him working away in the lab wearing those white coats. He stared everyday, until that day Ian went missing. He knew what the General is capable off, and what would their fate be if they are ever captured. However, he also knows that he won't fare too well if the General knows of his treachery. If he ever decides to not divulge this information to the General, he must not be found standing here looking at them. He turned around quickly and run. He has to get out of there before any of his comrades see him. He ran without looking ahead of him, and bumped into someone. After the thud to the ground, he looked up to see his two comrades, both he had had quarrels with, staring back at him with very hostile intents. He could sense it. He knew the trouble he is in if they know what he knows and planned to do. Before he could stand up, one of the soldier kicked him in the abs and knocked the wind out of him. They then each held one of his arms and dragged him into the dark alley. **************************************************************************** Continuation of story in Between The Journey And The Destination (Part 5) - The Truth ****************************************************************************