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Into His Own
Chapter 6.
Jason had just finished lunch and was sitting in his room. It had been six days since the episode with Jeremy and Brad, at least in his mind. Jason just sat around all day and watched TV, he couldn't sleep too well and the thought of driving his truck hadn't really felt too exciting. Jason had gotten his license and his cell phone back the day before, but he had no desire to drive his truck yet! It just didn't sound like something he wanted to do. Jason had always been excited about driving ever since he was about ten years old. Now, he wasn't even remotely interested.
Jason was just sitting there waiting for something to do, just anything to pop into his mind that would sound amusing to him. Jason was thinking about putting in a movie when Brad came back into his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about Brad. Jason didn't get it, before the first incident in Brad's room, he would have thought homosexuality to be disgusting and would never be in his life but now the thought of not seeing Brad again was troubling and he didn't get why that was either. God, Jason really liked Brad!
There was a knock at Jason's door and he said what he always said. "It's open."
Jason's mother walked in and sat on Jason's bed. "Jason are you ok?"
"Yeah, Mom. Why?"
"Jason you've been moping around the house like this for a few days now. You just sit up here and watch TV. I mean you just got your license and you haven't even asked to drive your truck yet. Jason, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I just prefer to be alone right now."
Jason's dad came in and sat next to Jason's mother and was holding her hand. "Jason, we need to talk to you."
Jason was thrown back the last time this had happened they told Jason they were moving but it turned out to be a false alarm. "What? What's wrong?"
Jason's mom came over and sat on the right side of Jason and Jason's dad sat on the left. Jason's dad laid his arm across Jason's shoulders. "Hey buddy, we've been trying to tell you this for a long time, we just haven't found the right time yet."
"What? What's wrong? Just tell me and get it over with!"
Jason's mother put her hand on the back of Jason's neck. "Jason, your father and I went to the hospital about three months after you..."
"Yeah, Mom? Go on."
Jason's mother jumped and put her head down still holding Jason's neck. Jason's dad took his arm off Jason and held his wife's hand and said, "Jason, there isn't an easy way to say this so I'll just say it. I have cancer."
"What?"
"I have cancer."
"Well what does that mean - you have cancer; how bad is it?"
"When we got back the results the doctors gave me a year."
"What? No! Haven't you tried chemotherapy? Chemotherapy will get rid of it!"
"Jason, we tried chemotherapy but it didn't work - it gave me another month maybe, but it didn't get rid of it."
"No! No! That's not possible! It can't be!"
Jason's mother touched her son's face and smiled. "Jason, that's not all."
Jason's head shot around and he was scared. "No, I can't take any more right now! Nothing else!"
"Jason, I'm pregnant."
"What?"
"You're going to have a little brother or sister. I'm four months along."
"Mom, that's not possible - you're forty-four!"
"Jason, I don't need you to tell me how old I am. I know I'm forty-four but that doesn't change anything."
"Mom, I... you can't be... it's not possible! I was just getting used to all this coma shit! How can you do this? How can you put me through this? How can just spring this on me? Fuck!"
Jason's dad stood up. "Jason, don't use that language! We wanted to tell you sooner but we just didn't know how."
Jason picked up the keys to his truck and his cell phone and ran down the stairs but he could still hear his dad calling after him. "Jason! Don't go! Jason!"
Jason ran into the garage and jumped into his truck. He started it up, revving the engine. The garage door was open and Jason floored it, leaving black tire tracks and a cloud of white smoke in the garage. Jason was on the move. He was going down residential streets with speed limits of twenty-five miles per hour but he was doing about fifty-five.
Jason didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do but he could only think of one person to call. Jason picked up the phone and started to dial. Jason held the phone to his ear and there was no ringing. You know how sometimes somebody will call you or you will call them and it won't ring but they will pick up the phone and you're there? Well Jason could hear his erratic breathing echoing through the phone.
"Hello? Jason?"
Jason broke into tears as soon as he heard the voice on the line. "Yeah, it's me. I was just going to call you; it didn't even ring over here. Brad, I'm sorry to call you. I know you don't want to talk to me but I didn't know who else to call - you're the first person that came to mind. I didn't know who to turn to! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have called you. I'm sorry!"
"Jason, it's ok; what's wrong?"
"Can you meet me? I really need somebody to talk to! Please? I really need to talk to somebody?"
"Yeah, sure - where do you want to meet?"
"The high school parking lot."
"Ok, I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Thanks Brad."
"Jason?"
"What?"
"Drive carefully."
"Ok."
"Bye."
They hung up their phones and Jason sped up to get to the school as fast as possible. Jason pulled into the parking lot doing over seventy. Jason slammed on the brakes and the truck screeched to a halt as he slammed it into park. Jason regained control of his emotions and just sat there in the truck, listening to the radio while trying to remain calm.
Brad's jeep pulled in and Brad stepped out. Jason jumped out of the truck and ran to Brad. As Brad wrapped his arms around him, Jason fell apart.
"Oh god! It's terrible, Brad, it's terrible!" Jason was gripping Brad's shirt and sobbing loudly. Tears were running down Jason's face and all over Brad's T-shirt.
"Shh. Shh. It'll be ok Jason, don't worry."
"No, Brad! You don't understand. It won't be ok - he's dying!"
"Wait - what? Who's dying?"
"My dad! He's dying! He has cancer."
"Oh god, Jason, I'm so sorry." Brad hugged Jason harder and Jason kept on sobbing on Brad.
"He's dying, Brad, he's dying."
Brad just sat there holding Jason and rubbing his back. "Let it out Jason, it's good to cry, just let it out."
Jason cried until he had no more tears to shed.
Jason let go and looked at Brad. "I'm so sorry to involve you in this, Brad."
"It's ok, Jason. I'm glad you thought of me."
Jason wiped his eyes and looked up at Brad. "So where do we go from here?"
"Jason, we need to go talk to you parents."
"No, I won't go back there yet."
"Ok Jason. How about you follow me to my house. Jeremy's not home right now and you can hang out with me for a while."
"Yeah, but what happens when Jeremy comes home and finds me there?"
"When he comes home later, I'll talk to him."
"Ok." Jason climbed back into his truck and Brad got in his jeep and they headed out. When they got to Brad's house, Brad pulled into his driveway and Jason parked on the street about six houses away.
They both walked into the back yard and Jason waited there while Brad went inside to make sure Jeremy wasn't home. Jason sat there for about five minutes looking around the back yard. Jeremy's dog was sleeping quietly in his kennel and Brad's cat was walking around Jason's legs, purring and rubbing up against Jason.
Jason knelt down and started petting the cat. "Hey Buttons." The cat was licking Jason's palm and purring loudly. "How are you doing, Buttons, huh?"
The door behind Jason opened and Brad came out. "Jeremy isn't home yet, so come on in."
They both walked to Brad's room and Brad stepped inside. Jason recognized the room and stood in the doorway. It was the same room where Jason had his first experience with Brad.
Jason stood there in the doorway, sort of in shock, staring into the room. He knew this was coming; he knew he would end up in Brad's room, but he hadn't thought about how he would react to it. Jason gripped the doorframe to brace himself from falling over.
Brad threw his keys on the bedside table and turned around. "Jason, are you... oh god! I'm so sorry, Jason."
Brad walked over to Jason and put his arm around the small of Jason's back. "I didn't even think, Jason. I'm so sorry."
Jason wrapped his arm around Brad's neck and rested his head on Brad's shoulder. "It's ok, Jason, we don't have to go in there."
"No, it's ok, Brad, just give me a minute." Jason gathered his wits and let go of Brad. Jason stepped into the room and took a deep breath. The room was laid out different. The bed was by the window and the bedside table was by the bed. Next to it was a futon and then a desk. A very expensive computer sat on the desk and a big TV was by the door. There were posters all over the room and some of them Jason recognized immediately. There was N-sync, Back Street Boys, Orlando Bloom, Frankie Muniz, and that kid from Lord of the Rings.
Jason walked in and sat on the futon, then laid his head back and closed his eyes. Brad came in and sat down next to Jason. Brad held Jason's hand and squeezed. Jason squeezed back and smiled.
"Jason, do you want to talk about it?"
"Yeah, I might as well. My dad has cancer. They tried chemotherapy, but it didn't work like we would have wanted it to." Jason wasn't crying now he was all cried out. "He only has a few months to live, I'm losing my dad and there isn't anything I can do about it. My dad's going to die and my mom's going be left alone to raise a kid."
"Jason, I don't think you're mom is too worried about raising you - you're seventeen."
"No, not me, my mom's pregnant. She's going to have another kid."
"Wow, Jason, that's great news."
"No, it's not! My mom can't raise a kid on her own. She's never had to do that, she's always had my dad there and now she won't because he's dying."
"Jason I think you're underestimating a mothers love for her children?"
"What do you mean?"
"You're mom is very capable of taking care of a child."
"Jason, you'll be there, won't you? I mean she's not completely alone is she?"
"No, I'll be there too but I can't always be there for her. I don't know what to do! I'm so scared."
"I don't blame you, Jason. I would be concerned if you weren't afraid as this is all so new to you but I know you can do it. Jason, you're a really strong person to overcome what you've already done with the coma and all this shit; you're strong."
After a pause, Brad said, "Jason, at some point, your parents are going to call over here looking for you, and I don't want to lie to them when they call."
"What do you mean, Brad?"
"If they call, I don't want to lie to them."
"Oh, I see. So you're going to tell them where I am?"
"Yeah, Jason, I think I should - don't you?"
"Ok, you do what you have to do. But if you tell them, I can't say that I'll stay here with you."
"Jason, don't say that."
Just then, they heard the front door open and close. "Brad, I'm back."
It was Jeremy; he was home earlier than expected. Brad let go of Jason's hand and stood up. Jeremy walked through the already open door and stopped in his tracks. He was carrying a backpack and dropped it to the floor. "Oh, you two just can't keep your hands off each other for five minutes, can ya?"
Brad started walking towards Jeremy and Jeremy put a hand up. "Leave me alone, you asshole, I'm calling mom."
Jeremy walked out of the room and Brad followed him. Jason still had tears in his eyes and he just sat there awkwardly. Jason could hear them yelling in the other room just as if they were in the room with him.
"Jeremy! Put down the phone now!"
"Fuck you! I'm calling mom!"
"No, you're not!" Jason heard something smash and ran to the door. Brad was holding Jeremy down by the shoulders and had slammed him onto the kitchen table.
Glass was all over the floor and Jeremy was shouting, "Get the fuck off me! Let me go, you queer!"
Brad's face was full of rage and Jason had never seen him this mad. "Listen to me Jeremy, listen to me!"
Jeremy got his face really close to Brad's and screamed, "What!"
"Shut the hell up and listen for just a second!"
Brad grabbed Jeremy and dragged him to the sofa. "Sit down and shut the fuck up! Give me two minutes!"
Brad threw Jeremy onto the couch and Jeremy sat rigid on the sofa. Jeremy's shirt was torn from the collar to the left side of his chest. Brad paced back and forth for about two minutes and Jeremy just sat there.
"Are you going to explain or did I see what I thought I saw?"
Brad stopped in front of Jeremy and looked at him hard in the face. "Jason just woke up after more than a year of being in a coma. His brother is married, he's an uncle, his mom is pregnant, and his dad has cancer and won't be around much longer! Now Jeremy, how would you feel if this happened to you? He's scared and I don't want him to be alone for this and I know you don't want him to be alone either! I know you're upset about us but don't take that out on him, Jeremy! He's going through a lot of shit right now and he doesn't need his best friend being a dick to him when he needs him most! You shouldn't be worried about us being together as it really isn't any of your business anyway!"
"Of course, it's my business. I'm his best friend and you're my brother."
Jason came over and sat down next to Jeremy. "Jeremy, you are my best friend and we've been that way for years. I don't want to lose that. We've been through a lot of shit together. So what do you say? Will you keep being my friend? I don't know what I would do without you."
Jeremy stood up and walked to his bedroom door. "You can stay for one night and I'll keep quiet, but after that you're gone!"
Jason stood up and started walking towards Jeremy. "Thank you, Jeremy."
"Don't thank me and do me a favor and stay the hell away from me." Jeremy walked into his room and slammed the door hard.
Jason walked over to the sofa and sat down. Brad sat down next to him and Jason buried his face in his hands. Jason slapped his knees and threw his head back. Brad grabbed his hand and was rubbing his palm. "Well, that went well."
"Yeah, really."
Brad leaned in and smiled. "Give me a kiss."
Jason kissed Brad and then Brad stood up. "I'll be right back." Brad walked off toward the kitchen but turned and smiled at Jason before he disappeared.
Jason sat there wondering if Jeremy would be like this for a long time or would he snap out of it and accept Jason and Brad being together. Jason went over and started cleaning up the mess Brad and Jeremy had made. It took him about twenty minutes but Jason got all of the glass picked up and got every thing back to the way it was when Jason got there.
Just as Jason walked over and sat down on the couch, the front door opened and Brad and Jeremy's mother walked in. "Jason, is that you?"
Jason stood up and walked over. "Hey, Miss Harnet, how are you?"
"Jason you sprouted like a weed - oh my god! I'm ok though dear. Come here." Brad and Jeremy's mom pulled Jason into a hug and squeezed him. "How are you? Coping?"
"Good, I guess." She let go and Jason went back and sat on the sofa.
"So where's Jeremy and Brad?"
"Jeremy is in-"
"I'm right here, Mom." Jeremy had come out of his room and walked towards his mother.
"Hey, Mom, did you hear the good news?"
"No dear, what?"
Jeremy kissed his mother on the cheek and gave her a hug. "Jason's mom is pregnant."
"Are you serious? That's great! I can't believe you're going to be a big brother, Jason?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Well that's great news. I should get her something. Do they know if it's a boy or a girl?"
Jason knew that if Jeremy's mom called his mom she would know Jason was there and it would all be ruined. "No, she doesn't want gifts; she wants it kept secret for now. She really hasn't settled with it yet and she's adjusting." Jason turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels. Me, Myself & Irene was on TV so he stopped there.
"Oh ok."
Jeremy walked back into his room and shut the door. "So where's Brad?"
"He's in the kitchen."
"Oh, ok. If you guys need anything, I'll be upstairs."
Brad walked out of the kitchen and gave his mom a hug and a kiss. "Hey, mom."
"Hey dear." Brad's mom knew Brad was gay and she pretended to be ok with it but things weren't the same since she found out.
" Mom, can Jason spend the night tonight?"
"Yeah sure, it's good to see you, Jason." Jeremy's mother walked upstairs and Brad walked over and turned off the TV.
"Do you want something to eat, Jason?"
"Um, yeah, sure."
"Well, let's go find something." They both walked into the kitchen and Jason started digging in the fridge for something to eat.
Brad went to the cupboard and started pulling out food. "We have spaghetti-O's, top a Raman, spaghetti, cereal, and waffles. Well, what do you want?"
Jason found what he wanted in the fridge and pulled it out. Jason smiled at Brad as he held up the food he wanted. It was a big bag of purple grapes.
"Grapes? You want grapes?"
"No, Brad, you want grapes." Jason walked over and set the grapes on the counter. Jason broke one off and slowly put it up to Brad's face. Jason touched the grape to Brad's nose and started moving it down Brad's face.
Jason got the grape to Brad's mouth and Brad opened up. Jason pulled it away and put one finger up and moved it back and forth in a 'no' motion. "Uh, uh, uh. Not yet Brad, you have to wait your turn."
Brad closed his mouth and Jason kept moving it down Brad's face. The grape rolled smoothly down Brad's face; it moved over Brad's lips and a little trickle of moister was left behind. The grape moved past his lips and onto Brad's chin and then under it. He moved the grape down Brad's neck and got to his shirt line. Jason took the grape off and brought it to his mouth. Jason put his tongue out and wrapped it around the grape. Jason pulled it in and bit into the grape. It's sweet juices filled his mouth.
"Umm yummy!"
Brad licked his lips. "I want some."
Brad grabbed Jason's head and pulled him close. They were making out, their lips smacking on each other's. Brad could taste the grape. They stopped and Jason grabbed another grape.
Jason started to lift up Brad's shirt and Brad grabbed his hand. "No! Not here! Let's go to my room!"
Jason picked up the bag of grapes and grabbed Brad's hand and headed for the kitchen doorway. Jason peeked out and the coast was clear so they jogged to Brad's room and Brad shut the door.
Jason took off his shirt and turned to Brad. "Take off you shirt, Brad."
Brad took it off and laid down on the futon face up. Brad was one of those guys that you could have sworn on you mother's eyes he was a model for Calvin Cline Jeans. Brad was built and tan and dressed in just his pants, a straight guy would have been attracted to him and said so.
Jason set the grapes on the floor by the futon then stretched out on top of him. Brad and Jason weren't grinning like idiots; they were calm and quiet. They were still excited and nervous, but at the same time, it was getting easier for them to be together. Jason pulled out a grape and touched it to Brad's neck and started to move it down. Brad leaned his head back and closed his eyes. There was a kind of smile on Brad's face. You know one of those innocent smiles when everything felt like it was going to be ok.
Jason was moving the grape down and to the right until it reached Brad's nipple. It was soft when Jason got there. He started moving the grape clockwise around Brad's nipple until it got hard then Jason leaned down and kissed it. There was a little bit of moisture all over Brad's chest now and you could tell it was a little cold.
Jason moved the grape down to Brad's abs. The grape rose and fell as it rolled across the hills and valleys of Brad's abs until it got to his belly button. Jason started moving the grape around Brad's belly button in a circle.
Brad's little treasure trail of hair started at his belly button and moved down to his groin. Jason could see the elastic band of Brad's boxers. They were black Hanes and had white handwriting. They felt bumpy to the touch, like somebody had painted on them.
Jason looked up at Brad and popped the grape into his mouth. Jason set his head down on Brad's chest and kissed it. It was one of those kisses that you can only read about or see in a movie. His head didn't move but his lips just reached out and touched Brad's chest. It lasted only a fraction of a second but it was sweet and pure. Jason's hand was resting on Brad's chest.
"I love being here with you Brad, ya know - not doing anything, just being here."
"Me to Jason, me to." Brad kissed the top of Jason's head and closed his eyes again. Neither one of them were lying, they were happy just lying there with each other. They didn't need sex and right now they didn't want sex. They were just happy being with each other. Jason was enjoying Brad's company and Brad was content and at peace with Jason. They laid there for more than half an hour feeding each other grapes and giggling.
They were still lying there when Brad's phone rang. Brad squirmed out from under Jason and walked over to his phone. Jason sat up on the futon and put his legs over the side of the futon so they were spread apart.
Brad picked up the phone and walked over to stand between Jason's legs before he turned on the phone. Jason leaned forward so he could wrap his arms around Brad and was kissing and licking around Brad's belly button. Jason was even licking Brad's treasure trail down to his waistband. While Jason did that, Brad was able to rub the back of Jason's head with both hands because he had the phone propped between his shoulder and ear. "Hello?" There was a pause and Brad looked down at Jason. "Oh, hello, Mrs. Bell."
Jason's head shot up and he was staring at Brad. "Ah, yeah, he is, Mrs. Bell, but I don't think it's such a good idea for him to be talking to anybody right now - he's really confused. I think that if you give him a day or two he should be ok." pause "Ok, just a second."
Brad let go of Jason's head and pushed the phone into his chest to muffle the sound. "She wants to talk to you, Jason."
"Why the hell did you tell her I was here?"
"Jason, I told you I wasn't going to lie to her." Jason stood up, picked up his shirt and was heading for the door when Brad wrapped his left arm around him. Their shoulders were in contact and Brad had his left arm on the side of Jason's stomach. "Please don't do this Jason, let me try talking to her."
Jason glared at Brad for a long moment and then let out a sigh. Jason sat down and tried to relax. Brad put the phone back up to his ear and took in a deep breath. "He doesn't want to talk to you right now, Mrs. Bell." pause "Yeah, I know." pause "You really hit him with a lot and I think he just needs time to sort it all out." pause "Yeah, of course I will. Ok. Bye."
Brad hung up the phone and smiled at Jason. "Your mom says she loves you."
Jason stood up and started to cry. He picked up his shirt and pulled it on. Jason started walking to the door and Brad grabbed him. "Jason, please?"
Jason started to walk again and Brad held him tighter. Brad turned him around and looked him in the face. "Jason, running away from this isn't going to help you. Don't you want to stay at home with your mom and dad? It's true, your dad is dying but don't you want to be there with him for the time he has left? He's going to need you; he's going to want to spend some real time with you. If you run from this, you'll regret it the rest of you life. You'll regret missing out on some real good memories with your dad and you'll regret not being there for your mom. Don't do this to yourself; it's not worth it. I know deep down inside you want to be there."
Brad ran two of his fingers through Jason's hair. "And I want to be there with you." Jason had stopped crying but was still kind of tense. "Jason stay one night and if you still want to leave, I will... I'll go with you."
"Ok I'll stay, but I need to go to my house and get some things."
"No, I'll go what do you need?"
Jason knew that there were some things in his trunk that he wanted, his roll of cash mostly, but there were other things in the trunk too. "Well Brad, there's something I need out of my trunk and you don't know the combination."
"Yeah, but you could tell me."
"Well I could but..."
"What you don't trust me?"
"No, I do! I do, it's just there's things in the trunk that I don't really want people seeing."
"Jason, do you have porn?"
"Well yeah but..."
"What kind of porn is it? Is it straight porn or my kind of porn?"
"It's both actually."
Brad looked a little thrown by that. "Oh, I see. Well that's ok, I can get what you need."
"Ok, well, let me make you a list."
Jason made a list and Brad looked it over. "Wait - what's this roll of cash."
"Oh, while I was in the coma, my parents kept on paying me allowance. And I need that money for gas."
"Oh, ok." Brad put the list in his pocket and kissed Jason. "I'll be back in like twenty minutes."
"Ok, bye."
Brad left and Jason went into the kitchen to grab a snack. He knew where they kept all the goodies so Jason reached up into the highest cupboard and pulled out the pop tarts. He popped one in the toaster and closed up the box.
As he was putting the box back, he saw something gray on the wall of the cupboard. Jason grabbed it and started to pull it off. It was duct tape but it only pulled so far and wouldn't move anymore. Jason ran his fingers along the tape and felt something hard and square so he climbed up on the counter and looked into the cupboard. The object was black and with two gray stripes around it which turned out to be the duct tape. Jason peeled off both pieces of tape and pulled out the object. It was an unlabeled VHS tape. Jason was curious as to what might be on the tape so he walked into Brad's room, popped the tape in the VCR and sat on the futon. Jason used the remote to turn on the TV and then pressed the play button to start the tape.
The video feed was black for a second and then the picture came in. Jeremy was standing in front of the camera. The room was white and there was nothing in it except for one chair in the middle of the room. The chair had a huge dildo strapped onto it right where you would sit down. The dildo must have been almost six inches around and was ribbed. There was an open cardboard box on the floor next to the chair. Jeremy was wearing cut off jeans and he looked good.
Jeremy was bent over with his hands on his knees so he could look into the camera. "Ok, this is Real Pain: take one. In about two minutes, two guys are going to bring in a third guy and we're going to have some fun."
The door opened loudly slamming into the wall. The same two men Jason had seen before came in carrying a body that was struggling. The person they were carrying was facing away from the camera so Jason couldn't tell who it was. Jason had a gut feeling who the two men were carrying. They held the person in front of the chair and the camera. Jason saw who it was and his heart stopped. Jason had been right on who it was and he didn't know if he wanted to watch this much more.
The two men were holding Brad and he was hurt pretty badly. His face had a cut on the chin and his neck had rope burns.
One eye was swollen shut but he was looking at Jeremy. "Jeremy, what are you doing?"
"I'm getting my revenge!"
Brad was in his boxers and each man was holding him off the ground by an arm with Brad's legs dangling below him.
Jeremy was facing away from the camera and looking at Brad. "It's ok, Brad. It'll only hurt for about... oh yeah, another hour. You're getting what you deserve, Brad."
Jeremy pulled Brad's head up level to his and kissed his forehead hard. Brad was trying to pull away but Jeremy was holding his head. Jeremy let go and dropped Brad's head. Brad spit on Jeremy's feet and you could tell he had been hit several times in the mouth, as his saliva was red with blood. Jeremy took a step closer and put his hand on Brad's back. Jeremy tensed his muscles and used his knee to hit Brad once really hard in the chest. Brad coughed and spit again.
"Fuck you, Jeremy!" Brad spat out.
"Strip him down and lube him up, boys."
One of the men held Brad while the other one pulled off Brad's boxers, the other man crouched down and put Brad over his knee. Brad really didn't struggle; he looked too exhausted to even try. The other man pulled a tube of KY jelly out of the box and took off the lid. Brad flinched as the man inserted the end of the tube into Brad's ass and squeezed. He pulled the tube out and inserted his finger, rubbed it around and then took it out and rubbed the KY on his finger all over Brad's asshole. The man held the KY jelly over the dildo and squeezed the tube, it oozed out and covered the dildo. The man rubbed the dildo up and down covering the entire thing.
The man looked up at Jeremy and smiled. "It's ready, Jeremy."
"Thanks Steven. Now put him on it."
The two men picked up Brad. Each one of them had one arm under Brad's knees and the other on his back. They slowly set him down on it and as they touched his ass to the dildo, he started to squirm. He was kicking his legs and yelling. "No don't! Jeremy, don't do this!"
The two men shoved Brad onto the dildo and it went deep into his ass. You could tell it hurt, as Brad jerked and screamed. "What the fuck? Get me off of this thing; it fucking hurts!"
The two men held Brad down as he kicked and screamed. Jeremy walked over and held Brad's head back. "Oh Brad, it doesn't hurt. From what I hear, you have stuff this size up your ass all of the time. You fucking queer!"
As Jason watched the movie you could tell Jeremy had been drinking, he was swaying back and forth with his eyes really squinted.
You could see the anguish in Brad's face because it really did hurt. I mean, yeah, Brad was known to have a lot of sex but the size of that thing was ridiculous.
Jeremy put his hands on Brad's shoulders and held him down. The two men held Brad's arms and legs and pulled three pairs of handcuffs out of the box one pair was longer than the others. They handcuffed his hands and feet behind the chair and then they used the longer pair of handcuffs and connected the two together. Brad was stuck there; he couldn't defend himself; he couldn't fight; he couldn't run; they had him. Jeremy pulled a roll of duct tape out of the box and looked at the two guys.
"You can go now boys. I'll take care of it."
"But Jason we thought we were going to..."
"I said 'you can go' - now go!"
The two men left and shut the door behind them. Jeremy looked at Brad who was trying to position himself to ease the pain. Brad was biting his bottom lip and trying to get off the chair. "Now Brad, I'm going to have to gag you for this, it's going to hurt."
Brad looked up at Jeremy and yelled. "Is this because of Jason?"
Jeremy looked really pissed but after a second regained his composure. "Now where would you get an idea like that? Look, it's not my fault. If you would have just had the balls to do this shit yourself, we wouldn't be in this mess."
You could tell Jeremy was pissed because Brad had struck a nerve and Jeremy wasn't going to let it go. "You little shit!"
Jeremy reached into the box and pulled out a rag or something. Suddenly, Jason realized it was a pair of his own underwear. Jeremy ripped a piece of duct tape off about one foot long and put it on the back of Brad's chair. Jeremy pulled out a can of WD40 and started spraying the underwear. Jeremy then grabbed Brad's head and forced it back.
"Open! Open now!"
Brad spit in Jeremy's face and Jeremy wiped it away with the underwear. "Oh you're going to regret that."
Jeremy put up one leg and rested his knee down hard on one of Brad's balls.
Brad let out a scream. "Get off, you sick fuck!"
Jeremy rammed the underwear into Brad's mouth and grabbed the duct tape. Jeremy shoved it over Brad's mouth and then slapped him across the face. "How the fuck does it feel, Brad? How the fuck does it feel?"
Jeremy punched Brad on the left side of the face and just kept on punching him. It went on for about two minutes and Jeremy must have hit Brad fifteen times. Jeremy stopped punching him and Brad just sat there hunched over, blood dripping on the floor. Brad wasn't moving and for a second Jason thought he was dead until he realized. 'Oh yeah, I just saw Brad.'
Jeremy stood there for a second studying Brad and then reached into the box where he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Jeremy tapped out a cigarette and lit up. "Nothing like that first drag after a long drought, huh Brad?"
Brad just hung there motionless and quiet. Jeremy took a couple of drags and walked behind Brad. Without warning, Jeremy took the cigarette out of his mouth and pushed the red burr onto Brad's back. Brad woke up and his head shot up. He was screaming and could be heard through the gag. Brad was straining against the back of the chair trying to get away. Jeremy wrapped his left arm around Brad's chest and pulled him back in the chair. "How's it feel, you queer!"
Jason was so tuned into the TV that he didn't see Brad walk into the room. There were tears streaming down Jason's face as he saw the pain Brad was going through. Brad walked over and pressed pause on the VCR. Brad's face froze in place; that horrible pain still going through him. Brad's face was distorted and in complete anguish.
Jason stared at the TV for a moment, then looked up at Brad. "The rest of the tape goes about the same way, Jason."
"Brad, I had no idea that it was so bad for you."
"It doesn't matter, Jason, I don't want to talk about it."
"Brad, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry; it isn't your fault."
"But Brad, it is!"
"No, it's not. I won't let you blame yourself for what happened to me. Not now not ever." Brad walked over and sat on the futon next to Jason. "It's ok, Jason, I don't think anybody could have stopped what Jeremy did to me. It was meant to be."
"No, it wasn't! Brad, nothing like that is meant to be." Jason took Brad in his arms and squeezed him. "Nothing like that is ever meant to be, Brad. I think we should give Jeremy some of his own medicine."
Brad let go and pushed Jason away. "No, Jason, NO! I won't have you stooping to his level, you hear me? Don't even think about it. Now, let's go get something to eat!"
"Ok, Brad - but if he tries any of his old shit again, I'll kill him."
"Jason, we don't have to worry about that anymore he won't try anything." Jason and Brad went into the kitchen and got something to eat. Jason had his pop tart since he wasn't that hungry and Brad had a bowl of cereal.
Among the things Jason had Brad bring over was his bootleg copy of Spiderman II. They were about to watch it so they thought they would call in Jeremy and see if he wanted to watch it with them. Brad thought it would be better for him to go and ask Jeremy. Brad knocked on the door and there was silence. "Jeremy, it's Brad - are you in there? Can I come in?"
Jeremy answered back in a sullen voice. "Come in."
Brad opened the door and peeked in. "Hey. Jason brought Spiderman II over and we wanted you to watch it with us in the living room."
"How does Jason have Spiderman II? It isn't even out yet."
"Well yeah, it's bootleg."
"Really?"
"Yeah, so do you want to watch it with us - we want you to?"
"Yeah, sure."
Jeremy and Brad came back to the living room and Jeremy sat on the left side of the couch. Brad sat on the right and Jason sat in the middle after he popped in the DVD. The Spiderman symbol came up and Jason pressed play on the remote.
They were watching the movie for about ten minutes when Brad reached over, took Jason's hand in his and started squeezing gently. Jason knew Jeremy had seen this happen but it didn't seem to affect Jeremy at all. Jason leaned in to Brad and rested his head on Brad's shoulder. Brad kissed Jason on his forehead and they watched the rest of the movie in that position. Jeremy showed no outward sign that this effected him.
When the movie ended, Jeremy stood in front of them, he looked kind of tense. Brad was asleep but Jason didn't know that. "I'm going off to bed and you guys should probably do the same. Jason, I think you should sleep on the couch. I mean I'm not trying to tell you guys how to live, but if my mom came down and saw you guys in the same bed, she'd probably flip out pretty bad."
"I know, Jeremy, I was going to sleep on the couch."
"Yeah, sure." Jeremy walked off to his room and shut the door.
Jason looked at the clock and it was eleven forty-five. Jason turned to Brad and shook him. "Brad, the movie's over. Brad! The movie's over."
Brad opened his eyes and looked around. "Oh, it's over - how was it?"
"Riveting!"
Brad smiled and stood up. "You're so cute."
"I know, it's a curse. Brad I think it's better if I sleep on the couch."
"Yea I was thinking the same thing."
"So where can I find a pillow and blanket around here?"
"I'll bring you something."
As Brad walked to his bedroom, Jason stripped down to his boxers and stood there waiting for Brad. About two minutes later, Brad walked out of his room holding a huge bedspread and a pillow. Jason couldn't help but think Brad might be taking this poorly but he didn't know.
Brad set down the pillow on one side of the bed and Jason started to sit down on the couch. Brad put his right hand on the small of Jason's back and his left hand on Jason's neck.
Brad and Jason started into a heavy make out session but Brad stopped kissing him and then took in a deep breath. "Are you sure you don't want to come into my room for an hour or so?"
Jason thought about saying yes then sat down on the couch holding Brad's hand. "Brad, I want to, but in case you forgot, we were up late last night and I'm tired." Jason and Brad both smiled and Jason laid down on the couch.
Brad pulled the blanket up to Jason's neck and kissed him softly on the lips. "I understand Jason. Good night." pause "Jason if you need anything it's ok to wake me, or you can just get what you need without waking me."
Brad smiled and started to walk away. Jason laughed and turned his head towards Brad. "Bitch."
Brad turned around and laughed, "Yeah, I know."
Brad walked into his room and shut the door. Jason picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Jason gave one more smile at what Brad had said and went to sleep.
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