TABOO: THE COMPLETE SERIES(6)

I couldn’t do it owing to the shock, so he lodged a fist in my hair and pulled me up and I stood because I didn’t want him ripping out my scalp. “It’s time, Jakey.”

I wish I didn’t know what he meant. I wish I didn’t know but I did and it was a frightening thought. Whatever discussions we might have had prior to this, there was no way I was letting this happen. “Dad, no!”

He grabbed my hair and pushed me against the wall. His weight was on me, threatening to squash my ribs and his hand pushed my head into the wall hard enough for it to hurt. “Dad!”

“We talked about this, Jakey. You know what I’m going to do if you don’t do as I say. You know, don’t you? Or do you need a gentle reminder? I could call home, Jakey, is that what you want?”

“No!” I wept. “Please.”

“That’s what I thought. Now, these upstanding gentlemen have paid a good amount for my virgin son, and I expect them to be serviced as they deem fit. Understand?”

I nodded my head just so he would stop pushing me against that wall but he wouldn’t let go. “Remember Jake. Remember what’s at stake here, and don’t disappoint me.”

“Please don’t do this, Dad…”

He took his weight off me. “Don’t be a fucking pussy,” he growled and said his goodbyes to the two men and no matter how much I wanted him to stop, and not leave me there, he still left.

The man who had brought me here, locked the door. He pushed me toward the other guy, Stoll. They were both older, I wasn’t sure how old but they had to have been in their late forties. The younger one was called Mace and Stoll was older than him by a few years. They were both heavily built, though Mace happened to be more muscular.

Stoll didn’t have tattoos.

But the minute I saw him, I felt a shiver up my spine. There was something cold about that guy, about the way his cruel eyes took things in. Mace was no less scary, but at least his eyes weren’t so fierce. At first, I was relying on their kindness, now that my father had left me here with them. I heard the ultimatum in Dad’s tone, he was serious about the threat. He wanted this to go well, so I told myself I would give it my best shot. But I had this strange feeling that whatever was about to happen next, would be a lot more messed up than anything that had happened so far, including all the weird dicks my father-slash-pimp lined up for me to get his booze money and to keep a roof over our head.

“Take off your shoes,” Stoll commanded, so I stood there and did it because I could sense the anger lying deep down in his words.

“Go lie on the bed facedown.”

I sauntered up to the bed and kneeled on the mattress, lay down on the pillow. The bed was warm and comfortable but it did nothing to ease me. My restless brain became agitated when I felt the two of them spreading my legs apart. They were both moving their fingers over my feet, and it tickled in some places. I was freaking out when they started restraining my legs to the bed with thick black ankle cuffs.

“Relax,” Mace said.

Yeah right like that was a possibility.

Stoll was still holding my left leg and he was now running a firm hand over my calves, under my jeans. I was still getting used to that when Stoll straddled my back and that’s when my freak out reached epic proportions. I tried to resist but between the two of them, they forced my shoulders down and restrained me with wrist cuffs that dug into my skin. Stoll had one leg on my back while he bound my right arm. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head toward him. “How does it feel, huh?” he grunted. “To be completely helpless, Jake?”

I felt Stoll’s hand caressing my butt, and Mace raised my shirt and ran his hands over my bare back. “Come on, let’s see what the boss-man paid all that money for,” he snickered and Mace laughed. “We’ve been given instructions to do a few more things to him before the night is over,” Mace chortled and they both lowered the jeans from my waist, and I felt their cold, rough hands on my ass and this time the fear was real and tangible.

“Please stop!”

“We haven’t done anything yet,” Stoll laughed and Mace joined in. “But we’re about to!” One of them thwacked my butt. “Looks like Daddy dearest beat us to it,” Stoll said as a joke but it wasn’t funny. “See these marks? He must have really pissed off the old man.”

Mace ran a hand over the marks. “Well then at least he will have had practice for what we’re about to do,” he said, and slapped me hard. “Let’s see if we can do better.”

They were moving away and at first I didn’t get it but then I heard that familiar sound, the soft friction of a metal belt buckle getting ready to cause damage. But no amount of preparing myself meant anything when that leather landed on my skin. One strike and then another, followed by a third that fell harder than before. I tried to get through the pain like I did with my Dad and it helped until that thing landed on me two consecutive times, quick and hard and painful. I tried not to scream but the tears came and I couldn’t stop them. Stoll hit me with that thing a few more times, and the pain just got worse when he kept going without holding himself back. No matter how many mind games I played in my head, the pain came on top. My back and lower back was burning, and when he still didn’t give up I was screaming and sobbing in pain, willing to do anything to make it stop.