TABOO: THE COMPLETE SERIES(11)
“I want nothing more than to fuck you raw,” I said to Jake. “Just look at that ass, how could anyone possibly move past you without getting a taste of this?”
I could hear Jake’s shallow breaths. They were loud and coming faster now as he waited in anticipation of my next move. “My cock would love to get inside you…” I let the wide end of the club rest over Jake’s hole. Virgin fucking ass, ready to be wrecked. “But,” I continued, “I don’t think you’re ready for me yet.”
Saying this I handed the club over to Mace and grabbed Jake’s hair once again, forcing him to look at me.
I watched Mace pushing the widest end of the bat against Jake’s ass, and it took him mere seconds to shove that thing up the boy’s hole, and Mace wasn’t going to be deterred by anything. The first round of screams that came from Jake’s throat became etched in my memory. His throat was going to be raw by the time I was done with him.
He was in pain.
The kind of pain a certain wide structure causes inside your body when a heavy guy like Mace shoves it without mercy.
The kind of pain you remember for the rest of your life.
The kind of pain that never goes away.
Mine.
My cock jumped inside my pants when his screams touched that primal part of me, I felt it in my gut. Mace shoved the club further with another sharp thrust and didn’t stop until Jake had stopped screaming.
***
Mace let go of the boy’s legs. There was no need for it. Stoll stopped holding him down and came to stand next to me. I walked over to Benner, who was still in shock and a weeping, groveling mess. “Jake’s mine, don’t you ever forget it,” I said. “I’ll maim him, destroy him, break his fucking bones if I have to, if you or anyone tries to get in the way.”
? KOL ANDERSON 2017
TABOO 2
TREY
The last thing you need at the end of a trying workday is more work.
I was buried under a heap of paperwork when the double doors to my lab burst open. I’m not used to having intrusions, that’s the nature of my work and even the man I work for allows me my privacy for the most part. Which is why the unexpected interruption was infuriating. I was about to tear the intruder a new one when I saw someone walking in with what I hoped was an unconscious body, being carried in two heavy arms and the arms belonged to Mace. An emergency concerning Mace and Weldon was never a good sign. But I knew the reason they had brought him here and I knew the protocol was to keep my mouth shut and my wits about me. Mace set the boy down on the exam table installed right in the middle of the lab. I took my stethoscope from the desk that I was working on and walked over to the exam table with some trepidation, hoping it wouldn’t turn out to be a dead guy.
The sight of that face stopped me in my tracks. The only reason I didn’t say a word was because I knew it would mean trouble that I wanted no part of. “Who is this?”
“One of the new kids,” Mace explained. “His name’s Jake.”
I didn’t like how this evening was turning out. I qui
ckly checked the boy’s vitals. “What happened to him?”
Mace grinned. “Weldon happened.”
I wanted to sucker punch the guy but it wouldn’t be useful. There were torture marks all over Jake’s body, his chest was especially affected but something told me there was more. “Fix him, Doc. And if you’re looking for injuries you should probably aim a little lower.”
There was nothing I could do about Mace’s lack of empathy. For now, I was more concerned with saving the boy than anything else. I took off his jeans and put on my surgical gloves, to check for any damage. Besides a few minor bruises around the genital region, everything looked fine. I turned him over. More damage, marks, and more bruising, but the lower I went the more fear I had of discovering something. Maybe I didn’t want to find out what was wrong with him. But I had to get a handle on my emotions, for the boy’s sake. It didn’t help that Mace was getting impatient. I had no choice. Whatever it was the only way to deal with it was facing it—the sooner I figured out what was wrong with him, the sooner I could begin treatment, the better it would be for him.
A preliminary assessment of the perianal region revealed the damage. There was the telltale bleeding, a sure sign that the lacerations were relatively severe, if not life-threatening. It was nothing a few sutures couldn’t fix. That is not to say that it was a good thing by any definition of the word but knowing these people, it could surely have been worse.
“What’s the verdict, Doc?”
I searched the medical cart for the kit. “I have to stitch him up,” I told Mace. I knew how much he hated that sort of thing so seeing him uncomfortable made me feel just a little bit better. I wasn’t going to let him sit this one though. They did this to him, they might as well see the extent of the damage and suffer through some minor surgery.
“Hold him down,” I instructed Mace. “If he moves he could get hurt.” Mace complied, which was unusual because our traditional equation involved Mace giving instructions from Weldon and making me go along with whatever sick scheme they had going on. I gently cleaned out Jake’s wound, washed it with disinfectant. “Are you going to tell me how this happened?” I asked, seeing that Mace was trying not to look at me. It was ridiculous to see him having a phobia of watching me do the surgery, considering the kind of awful things these people did.