Part 7 is the end of Chapter 1 of the breeding Jimmy story. I'm trying to decide whether this story has run its course and this is a natural ending or whether I should start Chapter 2. I'm on vacation for a while, will decide when I get back. Thanks to everyone for all of the helpful suggestions. I've tried to respond to all of you!
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Authoritarian m4m
I was almost grateful the next morning that it was Monday. Getting ready for school seemed pretty normal compared to the events of the weekend. I got dressed (was it my imagination or was I spending a lot more time picking out clothes?) and drove to the high school. I caught up with Ryan and some of the guys first thing in our usual spot out behind the bleachers. It was a little surreal to be just hanging out knowing that I'd just had my tongue deep up Ryan's ass. Plus my balls still ached from the abuse they took yesterday. But Ryan played it totally cool. He was even a little playful and affectionate with me, which I loved.
The weekend had definitely fucked with my brain. I have to admit, even though I'd seen most of them naked in the showers, I was definitely checking out some of the guys bulges wondering how big they were when they were hard. Ryan caught me looking and just smirked at me. I blushed hard, but nobody else seemed to notice. I guess I had never realized that when I was around a group of guys, I kind of disappeared. I mean, I was popular and stuff, lots of friends, but in an all-jock settings I was definitely one of the followers. And Ryan was our god.
The real surprise of the morning was a text from Madison. "So much fun yesterday. Love u. Mad. xoxox" plus a few thousand annoying emojis. I guess I still had a girlfriend? WTF? I was going to text her something about what a skank she was but I just texted something non-committal back. I guess it wouldn't hurt to have Madison telling her girlfriends that I'd eaten her out. Would increase my cred. And I kind of liked going down on her, I think.
Or did I just like eating Derek's cum out of her pussy because he made me. My head was a mess of conflicting emotions.
The first couple of classes flew by. I had done pretty well on my final exams - mostly As and Bs and was feeling good. There were just three more weeks of school left and a few more exams and essays to get though. But all in all, everything was winding down and the vibe in the hallways was pretty chill. Even the teachers were clearly looking forward to summer.
As 4th period got closer I was filled with a combination of dread and anticipation. Ryan and I had study hall together and we usually just ditched to hang out behind the bleachers and shoot the shit. Ryan sometimes smoked a little weed. Or he'd text me that he was going to bang some chick and I should find something else to do. I had a sinking feeling today was going to be different. At least I knew we'd be alone out there. None of the other guys had a 4th period break.
Ryan was already there when I got to our spot. And I could hear that he was watching the video of me begging Derek to fuck me. I immediately tuned bright red.
"Take off your clothes, Jimmy." He didn't waste any time.
"Please, Ryan. What if someone comes. I'm begging you." I pleaded with him. Ryan just glared at me. I shucked off my shirt, my shoes and my shorts and stood in front of him in my briefs.
"All the way, Jimmy." Tears were forming as I stripped naked. Ryan told me to put my hands behind my back and I just stood there, naked, feeling completely exposed. Ryan took his time, slowly walking around me.
He put his hand over my mouth and I just looked at him confused. Ryan reached down, grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. My balls were already sore from the beating he had given them yesterday. The pain was searing. I had never felt anything like it. My legs buckled, I screamed into Ryan's hand. He just kept squeezing. Eventually I was on my knees and Ryan let go.
"Shhhh, Jimmy. Shhhh. You scream and someone may come see what's up. And what are they going to say when they get here and see you naked on your knees with a rock hard cock leaking pre." Fuck, he was right. I was rock hard and dripping. I could see that Ryan was also hard.
"Now kiss my feet, faggot, and apologize for not doing what I told you immediately and without question."
I was crying. It seemed like every time Ryan called me a faggot the tears started. He had been my best friend for ten years. He was still my friend I think.
There had always been some rumors about Ryan. A lot of girls in school said he was way too rough with them and he seemed to go through girlfriends pretty quick. Even though he was a total stud, his reputation was starting to get out and the girls in school didn't want to date him. I was starting to understand why.
I kissed his feet. "I'm sorry, Ryan. I didn't mean to. I'll do whatever you say. Sorry, please forgive me."
"Sir" he said. What, was he serious? I looked up. He stared.
"Please forgive me, Sir." I was utterly defeated. Ryan just laughed and said "Good boy. From now on when we are alone together, you will call me Sir or Master. Now stand up again with your hands behind your head like I showed you." I was crying and also scared and on display.
Ryan grabbed one of my socks and shoved it in my mouth. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a clothespin. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. I had seen this in porn. He slowly traced the clothes pin over my left nipple and then my right nipple. I looked into his eyes pleading for mercy, but there was none to be had. Ryan opened the pin and clamped it onto my right tit.
I was screaming into my sock. The pain so intense and so focused. I started to move my hand from behind my head but Ryan just grabbed my hands and said "You take your hands off the top of your head, it is going to be ten times worse for you bitch."
Ryan dropped his shorts. His 7 1/2 inches were rock hard and glistening. The pain in my nipple was hard to bear. My nipples had always been really sensitive and I liked playing with them rough when I jerked off, but this was a whole different level of pain. Ryan pushed me down on my knees with my hands still behind my back.
"Ok, faggot. I am going to take the sock out and replace it with my dick. You get me off and the clothespin comes off. Understand?" He pulled the sock out.
"Yes..." I looked up at him. He was giving me that look. "...yes, Sir." He laughed and let loose a wad of spit on my face.
Ryan slid his cock into my mouth, put one hand on the back of my head and started slowly fucking my face. He was clearly in no rush and was going to enjoy my torment and his blow job. I needed him to cum so I was working his cock all over desperately with my tongue.
"What's your hurry, dude?" Ryan laughed. Then he reached down and flicked the clothespin. I saw stars. I cried out but my screams were muffled by Ryan's cock. When I screamed, Ryan used the opportunity to drive balls deep into my throat. I was gagging and choking on his dick but he just held me down on his cock. I had no air. I struggled but Ryan is way stronger than me so he was able to hold me easily. Just when I thought I was going to pass out he pulled back and let me catch my breath. I was gasping for air.
"Oh fuck, faggot, I love the feel of you choking on my cock and the look of panic in your eyes when I gag you with it." Tears, spit and probably a little puke were streaming down my face.
This pattern kept repeating itself for most of fourth period. Ryan would slowly fuck my face and periodically flick the clothes pin clamped to my tit. Every time I screamed he would drive his cock deeper and choke me with it. Every time I screamed I swear his cock got bigger.
Finally he just started flicking the clothespin nonstop and picked up the pace of the face fucking.
Ryan released the clothes pin and a fresh wave of pain swept over me as blood returned to my tit. Ryan grunted and let loose a stream of cum down my throat. I could barely keep up with it and some dribbled out of my mouth. He pulled out for the last spurt and hit me right on the cheek with it. He wiped his cock on my face.
"Clean yourself up, dude, you're a mess." Ryan pulled up his shorts and walked away. I was red faced and sat crying for the next five minutes. My tit was throbbing and I think I had the answer to my question: Ryan didn't think of me as a friend anymore. That was the worst part of all of it.
I got dressed and put myself together. I opened the door to the bathroom to wash up and Mr. Whelan, my English teacher, was walking out. He looked at me funny.
"You ok, Jimmy? Have you been crying?"
"No, Mr. Whelan, just allergies" I lied.
"Ok," he said, but I could tell he wasn't convinced. Did I see him adjust his cock in his pants as he walked out?
I walked into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. When I looked in the mirror, I almost died. Yeah, my eyes were red and puffy, but I also really clearly had a glob of Ryan's cum glistening on my cheek. And Mr. Whelan had seen it. If I could have crawled into a hole and died, I would have done so right there. I cleaned up as best I could and headed to my fifth period class.
The rest of the school day passed without incident. I got home and decided to go for a run to keep in shape. I kept telling myself I wasn't going to go to the cruising section of the park where Derek had taken me. But I was drawn there. Thankfully it was a little rainy and so there weren't any guys there. Had I really sunk this low? I was so cum hungry that I was looking for random men in the park to suck off or to fuck me? Were Ryan and Derek right about me? I was getting off on this?
I got home from the run and Derek and Charlie were arguing. I couldn't really make out what they were talking about, but Derek did scream "Fuck it, dude. I'm out of here." As he stormed past me. I gave Charlie a questioning look.
"It's nothing, squirt, Derek is just a little short right now and I'm not willing to help him make rent again."
"He seemed pissed."
Charlie laughed. "Derek is always pissed about something. Now what are you going to make for dinner? Dad's home tonight."
"Yeah, looking forward to seeing him. I defrosted some steaks, was going to bake some potatoes and make a salad. Sound good?"
"Fucking A." Well, at least if everything else was going to shit, Charlie was at least being nice to me.
Dad came home and it was great. He filled us in on his job, which was paying a lot in overtime. He seemed to be paying a lot of attention to me, which I loved. And both he and Charlie were super complimentary about the meal I'd prepared. Ryan didn't text me that night, which really hurt, but sort of confirmed for me where things were heading with us. My sore tit and balls were also a good reminder of that. I rubbed one out and went to bed. I tried to think of Madison when I was jerking off, but Ryan's face and cock filled my brain. He was really doing a number on me.
The rest of the week went pretty much the same. Ryan used me every day at 4th period. Tit torture, spanking, ball abuse, slapping, and foot and ass worship were all on the menu. Obviously, it was all about Ryan and what he wanted. And if I questioned him, he would hurt me more. He liked punishing me for disobeying so I mostly just did what I was told. Ryan seemed to really enjoy pushing my limits and even if I didn't like the pain, my dick seemed to.
I was starting to notice things changing a bit with the guys. Ryan was getting colder and more cutting with me and the guys were picking up on it and treating me the same. I was feeling socially more isolated, but the school year would be done in two more weeks and I figured I'd have time this summer to get my head on straight. And maybe I could convince Ryan to delete that video so things could go back to the way they were. Of course, if I was being honest with myself, I didn't really want them to.
Friday couldn't come fast enough. I thought I was going to have the whole weekend to myself. Ryan was away with his family and Derek and Charlie were still fighting so he wasn't around much. I was just hanging out by myself Friday, texting with some friends and watching television when a text came in from Derek: "Pick U up at 11 AM tmrw after Charlie leaves for work." I responded "?" but he didn't answer.
Derek picked me up right at 11 AM and we drove to a seedy motel on the outskirts of town. One of those places that had a reputation for renting by the hour. Some of my high school buddies had taken girls there when there was no other option. Derek pushed me into the room and told me to strip. He took humiliating pictures of my body and a close up of my hole. I had no idea what was going on. Derek tied my ankles together with some rope and tied my hands behind my back and gagged me with a sock. He took another picture.
Derek sat at his laptop and 10 minutes later brought it over so I could see what he was doing.
----Jock Boy Cum Dump - m4m$50 for his mouth, $75 for his ass, $100 for both. Everything else is negotiable. Hosting in motel. Cash only.----
My eyes widened with fear. The only saving grace was that Derek had cropped the photos so that my face wasn't showing.
"That's right, faggot. I am short cash for this month's rent. I was going to get a job, but why should I work when I have you to whore out" Derek sneered. You can practice on my cock while we wait for guys to respond, but first I need you to take care of the room fee.
There was a knock on the door and this greasy looking guy in his 20s came in. He was skinny and looked like a heroin addict. His hair was slicked back, he had a wispy mustache and bad teeth. He smelled of stale smoke.
"This is the fag. He sucks you off now as a downpayment. You fuck him later and the room is covered, right?"
"Deal" the guy said as he walked toward me. I was still bound and Derek pushed me to my knees and took the sock out of my mouth. The guy dropped his pants and came toward me. He was almost hard, about six inches. It was my first uncut dick. I could smell him as he got closer. I took him in my mouth and almost threw up. He tasted like old sweat and the cheese under his foreskin was disgusting. I gagged a little and he just laughed.
"Haven't showered in three days, bitch. Taste that smeg. Lick it." He grabbed the back of my head and started sliding his dick in my mouth. I was still bound, so he controlled the rhythm. I was sick to my stomach and gagging on his cock, but he didn't care. Derek barely looked up from the computer. Lucky for me he had to get back to work, so he picked up the pace and shot his load down my throat. It was thick and gross.
The guy put the sock back in my mouth and looked over at Derek. "Thanks, man. This wing of the hotel is completely empty except for you. I'll be back to tap his ass later. Hopefully it'll be squishy with other loads by then. I love sloppy seconds."
"Yeah, cool, later," Derek replied dismissively.
It was a parade of guys after that. An old dude just wanted to spank my ass and then finger it. A black dude put me in his girlfriends panties, took some pictures and had me suck him off while I wiggled my ass. A very nervous 30-year old guy with a wedding band and a big dick had me suck him off and then bolted. A latino guy threw me into the shower, sprayed me with piss and then fucked me hard. I took multiple loads in both holes for the next few hours and Derek just continued to collect cash.
Derek was about to call it quits, when an email came in.
"Holy shit, dude, there are four truckers passing through in half hour. They'll give me $500 to have an hour with you. That'll put me over what I need and even give me some beer money." I was tied up again with a sock in my mouth and in no position to argue. My throat and ass were raw and I wasn't sure how much more I could take. But I just had to make it through one more hour. And the thought of four truckers had me a little excited.
We heard the trucks pull into the parking lot. There was a knock on the door and four guys walked in. They were big, scary dudes all in their 30s and 40s. The tallest guy was about 6'4", heavy tattoos and huge arms over a slight beer gut. he was wearing jeans, heavy work boots and a cut off flannel shirt that really showed off the size of his arms.
The second guy was about 6', with a beard and a bandana on his head. He looked like a classic biker dressed in leather chaps over denim, a wife beater and a leather jacket.
The third guy was a black dude. He was easily 6'2" and looked like a football linebacker with tons of tattoos on his arms and legs. He was wearing shorts and I could see the outline of a large cock snaking down the left side.
The fourth guy, was only about 5'10" with a wiry build. He had a military crew cut and a hard edge. He was in jeans and a tee shirt and black leather shoes, but he commanded respect. He was clearly in charge.
"You bring the cash" Derek asked. Even Derek looked a little impressed by these guys.
The guy grunted and handed Derek five crisp $100 bills. He turned to his friends. "Which one of these bitches do you want to start with?"
Derek started to say something but the black dude punched him right in the gut. Derek doubled over and I started to panic as the biker guy walked toward me. I only remember a sweet smell and then darkness.
I woke up tied to a chair in what seemed like a large garage. I looked over and Derek had his arms bound above his head and he was hanging from the ceiling. His legs were shackled together on a stretcher of some kind, and there was a weight attached to his balls that was swinging freely between his legs. His feet were about 4 inches from the ground. He had a ball gag in his mouth. He looked over at me and he looked scared and in pain.
I noticed that the four guys from the motel were sitting around a card table playing poker. There was a woman with them who looked totally like a skanky biker chick. Long stringy hair, too tight denim shorts and saggy tits.
The guy in charge looked at her and said. "He's up, get him ready Georgie."
Georgie came over with electric clippers in hand and started shaving off all of Derek's hair. He was squirming at first and screaming into the ball gag, but she just looked at him hard.
"If you move around like that, the weight is going to rip your balls off faggot. I don't give a shit and the guys may take your balls later anyway like the took mine. If you want a shot at keeping them, you should hold still." Derek's screams into the ball gag turned into a whimper. I was terrified and I could tell Derek was too. These guys had cut a dude's balls off and turned him into their bitch? Fuck, we were in a lot of trouble.
Georgie was methodical. She shaved his legs clean of all of their hair. Then she shaved his crotch, took off the ball weight and shaved his balls. Derek's ass was smooth but she made a big deal of spreading his cheeks and inspecting it anyway. She got up on a chair and shaved his treasure trail and pecs and then took all of the hair off his arms. I thought she was done, but she got a ladder and climbed up and shaved his head with a 0.5" blade. I just watched, mouth open. Was Derek actually crying?
"Help me get him down, Johnny." The black dude came over and lifted Derek up like he was nothing more than a sack of groceries. He collapsed into the black dude's arms and he carried Derek over to a tile wall that was over a drain. His arms were chained to the wall behind him and his legs were still shackled in the spreader. The black dude watched as the woman hosed Derek down. He was shivering and shaking and I figured the water must have been cold. There he was, completely hairless looking completely defeated.
"Turn him"
Johnny complied and turned Derek around so he was facing the tile wall. His back was hosed down. All of a sudden Georgie pushed the nozzle up Derek's ass and started filling him with water. He screamed and was struggling but there was nothing he could do. I could see his stomach getting distended from the water.
"Hold it" Georgie hissed at Derek as she pulled out the nozzle. He was completely still and clearly hurting.
"Release" she said and the water flowed out of Derek's ass. I could barely look. I could only imagine how humiliated Derek must feel to have to squat slightly and void himself in front of strangers who were laughing at him. She repeated the process three more times until the water ran clear enough for her liking and toweled Derek off. The black guy, Johnnie, easily carried him back over to the hoist and rehung him from the ceiling.
"You want any piercings, Bill?" the woman called over to the man in charge.
"Nah, don't waste your time yet, hon" Bill called back. "If we decide to keep him, we'll get him pierced and branded. If not we're just going to sell him to someone who will want to put their own mark on him." Wait, branded? Like they do to cows? Holy shit. I looked over at Derek but his head just hung down.
Bill looked across the table and said "you're up, Frank."
The 6'4" guy with the huge arms got up from the table and walked over to Derek carrying what I would later learn is called a flogger. Frank reached up and took the ball gag off Derek. "I like to hear them scream" he said to nobody in particular.
"Fuck you, let me go" Derek shouted, but Frank just laughed. He started tracing the flogger over Derek's naked body while Derek screamed obscenities at him. SMACK. Frank brought the flogger down on his ass and Derek just yelped. For the next 20 minutes, Frank used the flogger on Derek's back, ass and the backs of his thighs. Derek had deep red marks in a criss cross pattern all over him some of which were already turning into welts. Derek's screams had turned into mewling cries and he was panting hard.
"You had enough boy?"
"Fuck you" Derek replied, although it was more of a sigh than a scream.
Frank laughed, "I like a challenge." Frank moved to Derek's front. He reached out onto the table and grabbed a pair of alligator clamps, one of which went on each of Derek's tits. Derek let out a howl. I knew that feeling. When Ryan did that to me, I almost passed out and I could only imagine the additional pain from the teeth of the clamps. But Derek was trying to be tough. Four clothespins then went on Derek's scrotum and two more were clipped onto the head of his dick. Derek looked like he was going to vomit.
Frank started using the flogger on Derek's abs and the tops of his thighs. Occasionally he would direct the flogger to the clothespins on Derek's dick and balls or to the clamps on his tits. Derek's whole body jumped and convulsed every time that happened. Finally he'd had enough.
"Please, stop, enough," Derek whispered. "I'll do anything you ask. Please, just stop."
Frank and the guys laughed. "You'll do anything we ask anyway, shithead. Twenty more lashes and we're done. You count them out."
THWACK "One" Derek cried. This continued until all 20 lashes had been administered all over Derek's body. The clothespins and clamps were taken off, Derek was unshackled and his was lifted down. There was almost no life in him. I didn't know how he had survived that.
I was terrified I was next. But they weren't done with him yet. They laid Derek down in a harness of some kind and tied his arms to the top and his legs were tied and then lifted above his head. He was completely exposed, completely hairless and completely vulnerable.
Bill came over. "Well, boy, you can probably guess what's coming. My buddies here and I are going to take turns using your mouth and ass until we're tired of you. The first time we feel teeth on our dicks, we knock your teeth out. The second time, we cut your balls off. Do you understand? And before you answer, just know that if you give any answer besides YES SIR we are going to hang you back up again and it's going to be another 20 lashes. So, boy, do you understand?"
Derek was completely defeated. I could see it in his eyes. "Yes, Sir" he replied meekly.
Bill just smiled and said "Good boy" and walked over to me. "Untie him" he said to Frank, who complied. "What's your name, son?"
"Jimmy, sir." I was terrified. Was I going to be treated the same. I was also turned on.
"Jimmy, did 'boy' here take your cherry?"
"Yes, Sir, Derek fucked me a week ago for the first time." Was it only really a week? It seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Well, Jimmy, I think it's only fair that you return the favor?" Wait, what was he saying?
He turned to Derek, "Boy, I want you to beg Jimmy here to fuck you."
"No fucking..." Derek started to protest but the guy smacked his balls so hard I was sure they were going to explode.
"Frank, I think boy needs some more..." the guy didn't finish his sentence when Derek was blubbering and begging.
"Please Jimmy, fuck me. Breed my hole, dude. I need you inside me. To use me. Please, dude, NOW." He was crying, he was desperate for the pain to stop.
"Better" Bill said. "OK, Jimmy, spit on his cunt, spit on your dick and go for it. Nothing like watching a beta sub faggot like you turn out his alpha." The terminology confused me, but I did as I was told.
The look in Derek's eyes was pure hatred. I lined my little pecker up to his hole and tentatively started to push.
"Fuck that boy, just shove it in." I did as I was told and shoved my five inches in to the hilt. Derek screamed out and Bill just sneered. "If you think that hurts, wait until you get fucked by Roger. Now fuck him."
I fucked Derek as hard as I could for as long as I could, which was probably only about two minutes. I moaned and shot my load deep inside him. It was one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
"What do you say, boy?" Bill gave Derek a hard look.
I could tell that Derek was thinking about whether it was worth 20 lashes to avoid it, but in the end, he just whimpered "Thank you for fucking me Jimmy."
"I couldn't hear you boy." Bill said menacingly.
"THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME, JIMMY" Derek bellowed.
"Good boy. I knew you could be an obedient faggot." Derek winced at being called that. "Now, Jimmy, go sit back in the chair. Frank, you tie him back up." I was tied back up to the chair facing all of the action.
For the next two hours, the four men savaged Derek's holes. Bill had a solid 8", Johnnie was sporting 9+", Frank was probably the smallest at 7". And Roger. The biker dude with the bandana on his head was so big I didn't even know how to think about it. Probably 11" and as thick around as a beer can.
They all took turns fucking Derek's mouth and ass, each shooting more than one load into each. Derek was panting and sweating. He was coated with cum and piss and spit from all of the different ways that the men used him. He was completely broken and his hole was gaping open and dripping cum.
"Ok, boy, time for the finale." Derek couldn't even look up. It's probably better that he didn't see it coming. Roger walked from over by the table with a vat of grease and wearing a glove.
"You better gag him for this, Frank."
I watched as Roger slowly worked one, then two, then three fingers into Derek's hole. Derek was thrashing in the sling and screaming into the ball gag as Roger slowly pushed his fist into Derek's cunt. Eventually he got his forearm in and was using his whole arm to fuck him.
I'm not sure when I noticed the change in Derek. I realized, though, that his screams had turned to moans. Bill noticed it too and signaled to Frank to remove the gag, which he did.
Roger had his entire forearm into Derek's guts and Derek was moaning like a bitch in heat for him to fuck him. He was rock hard and the guys were all laughing at him and calling him names. "Faggot likes it now." "Bitch we are going to have fun with you." "I wonder what we can get for this cum dump at the Truck stop." The torrent of verbal and physical abuse went on for at least twenty minutes.
Out of nowhere, Derek let out a primal scream and started shooting. His cum went everywhere. At least 10 volleys of cum shot out of him.
"That's right boy, shoot for daddy" Roger cooed. Derek looked like he couldn't believe what was happening. He was an alpha stud and he was begging to be fisted by this guy. He was shaking and I could see the pain and fear wash over him.
Derek was taken over to the shower and hosed down. Frank tied his hands to his ankles and Bill told him to cary him out to the truck and throw him in the cab.
The rest of the gang left, turning off the lights behind them. "We'll be back" Bill said. I was sitting in the dark, afraid. I had no idea where I was and I had just witnessed a brutal gang rape. I was kind of turned on, but at the same time I didn't know if I could endure what Derek had just gone through.
After about an hour I heard the door opening. The light was switched on and I could see someone walking toward me. I couldn't make out who it was.
Holy shit, it was Charlie. I was shaking and crying as he untied me from the chair.
"Wait, how did you find me?" I was confused.
"Bill is a friend of dad's" Charlie said. Now I was completely confused so Charlie explained.
"Jimmy, I was in on this the whole time with Derek. We were going to slowly help you discover your true self. Derek was getting too reckless, though, and he put your life in serious danger with that shit whoring you out. We fought about it but he told me to fuck off. Dad's out of town so I called Bill. He and the guys were more than happy to help."
"But what's going to happen to Derek" I sputtered.
Charlie laughed. "They are going to use him hard for the next three days in ways you probably don't want to think about. Bill is a hardass, but you never ever want to fuck with that guy Frank. He can hurt you in ways you haven't even dreamed about. Derek is going to be scared shitless wondering whether he's going to be sold into slavery. But I need him on the baseball team so they know not to hurt him too bad. Just scare him. And if he acts up when he comes back, this should help." Charlie walked over to the table and picked up a USB drive, which he told me was video of Derek.
"Wait, Bill is a friend of dad's, does dad know?"
"We have a lot to talk about squirt. Let me get you home and in bed and we can talk in the morning. I'm in charge now."
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