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James.
I leave the bathroom and clean up the mess from my rape while thinking of what I am going to tell my parents. As I clean I see the pop that Preston had brought me, and I am filled with a strange nostalgia as I think of what the night could have been. That unopened pop represents a missed opportunity, the fun that the night should have been, gone to waste. I calmly replace the pop, hoping that someone else will drink it, and I won't have to see it again.
I go back to the bathroom and take a shower, washing the blood off my face, hair, and body. When I get out of the shower I look at my body again. My face has swollen up a bit, and the lump on my head is covered by my hair. The bruises on my back are starting too look a bit darker, but they can be covered by a shirt. I leave the bathroom and throw the outfit I was wearing in the garbage; I won't ever wear it again. I go upstairs, grabbing a protein bar on the way, and consider my options carefully.
I can go to the police and fill out a rape report, but I have such little faith in them. Not to mention that Max's dad is a police officer, so I am not so sure who they would believe. The three boys could just concoct a story about how I had asked for it, that's what Jakob had made it seem like when he was raping me. Even if my case gets some traction, my reputation will be ruined. I would forever be the guy that got raped. No, I can't go to the police.
I think about telling my parents, but I can't trust what they might do. My dad might be homophobic, but he would kill those boys if he found out what they did to me. My mom would just be incredibly sad. She would cry knowing that I had been mistreated, raped in my own home. I can't put a burden this heavy on my parents, it isn't fair to them.
So I have to deal with it myself. If I want vengeance, if I want those boys to suffer, I have to make it happen. I can't rely on others to help me, and I can't let this crime go unanswered. I pick up my phone and I take pictures of my entire body, making sure to get a close up on my head, and even on my asshole. My asshole is puckered and a bit swollen, and I start to get hard looking at it.
I close the picture and send my mom a text saying, "Don't worry, but I tripped and fell down the stairs. I totally face planted. I'm fine but a bit bruised, lol. I am such a klutz sometimes."
"Oh James, I can't ever leave you alone. Make sure to take some Aleve for the pain if you need to." My mom responds, almost immediately.
I am surprised at my mom's quick response, as she almost never checks her phone. I go and take some Aleve, and wish my mom a good night. I walk back up to my room and go to bed, hoping to sleep.
But I can't sleep. No rest for the wicked, as they say. My mind is spinning thinking of all the ways I could hurt those boys. I could hit Jakob with my car, or I could join the football team and hurt them by "accident" in practise. I think of exposing the messages that Jakob sent me, but I can't expose him without exposing myself. I think of the image of his ass that he sent me, but I doubt he would be embarrassed if it came out, if anything it would boost his reputation. And with that thought I bolt upright and gasp, remembering that I had heard somebody take a picture of me naked on the floor. I will have to find that photo too.
I realize that all of my revenge thoughts so far are pitiful compared to what those boys deserve, and I also recognize that I will have to gain more intell before I proceed. I check all of their Facebook and Instagram profiles for any mention of me or the photo of me that they had taken. As I expected I find nothing, and I wonder why they had taken the photo, and who had it. I realize that if I want revenge, I will have to act very carefully to protect myself from further damage. And I may need help.
I think on the boys and quickly decide that Preston is the weakest link. He seemed to have less of a rapport with the other two boys than they had with each other, and he seemed as if he didn't want to be at my house. I remember that Jakob had made Preston suck his dick before he fucked me, and I wonder how much more Preston has been made to do. I again find myself wondering why Preston obeys Jakob, and wonder what hold Jakob has over Preston.
I decide that I will work on Preston first, and that I will start tomorrow. I think for a while longer, plotting out my revenge, and once I have a plan I am finally able to sleep.
I have a deep and dreamless sleep, waking up in the morning feeling refreshed. My anger and determination to get vengeance on the boys who have raped me is only strengthened. Thinking a bit more clearly than the night before, I decide to do some reconnaissance on Preston Reynolds. I remember that his dad is on the city council, and I look him up too. Brent Reynolds is the spitting image of his son, only an older version. He is a bit more muscular than his son, and doesn't have an ounce of fat on his body. When he smiles his face lights up with laugh lines, and his bright blue eyes shine. His hair blond hair is parted to the side, giving him a wholesome dad vibe. He looks like he could be in an advertisement for lawnmowers or a home improvement store.
I read through his political career, noting that he is publicly against anything to do with gay people, earning him a lot of popularity in our highly religious town. I wonder how he would react knowing that his son was sucking dick last night, and I let out a soft chuckle. I look at the time, see that I have to get ready for work, and I get out of bed, crying out in pain as the bruises in my back react to the sudden movement. The pain strengthens my resolve, and I promise myself again that those boys will pay for what they had done to me.
I drive my 1988 Red Ford Mustang to work, hoping that it won't breakdown on the way. I walk into the major grocery store that I work at and I look for Joyce, Max's mother, and one of my supervisors. I have always found her to be a pleasant woman, but knowing how her son treated me I now wonder now nice she really is. I find out that she isn't at work today, and I sigh with relief. I am not ready to face her, and when I do I have to act perfectly in order for my plan to work.
Work is a welcome distraction. I am so busy that I hardly have time to think about what happened to me. I make jokes about my bruised face to customers and colleagues saying things like, "You should see the other guy!". This makes people feel at ease, and distracts them from getting too suspicious. I feel a small surge of pride at my ability to play people. I work hard at keeping up appearances, and try my best not to let my inner anger seep through. I have to make everyone believe everything is fine, another thing those boys will pay for.
When I finally get off work it is 9pm and getting dark outside. I decide to go by Preston's house on my way home. By the time I get there it is completely dark outside, and I feel compelled to get closer. I get out of my car and walk up to the house. I can see from the front yard that Preston's mother is in the Kitchen doing the dishes, but she can't see me. I sneak around the house and through the side gate. The back yard has a swimming pool and a pool shed. I look through the windows on the first floor, but most of the lights are off, so I can't see much. I climb onto the roof of the pool shed to get a better view of the second story of the house, and I continue my search for Preston.
I hear the clang of the side gate closing and I freeze in fear, hoping that I haven't been caught. I look down to see Brent Reynolds walking towards me from the side gate. I lay still, trying to breath as quietly as possible and thinking of what I will say if I am caught. Mr. Reynolds is oblivious to my presence and sits in a lounge chair facing the house, with his back to me. He pulls out his phone and starts to message someone. I strain my eyes to see, and read, "Show me that pussy girl".
I fee a rush of satisfaction as I realize that I have caught Mr. Reynolds doing something he shouldn't. I pull out my phone to take pictures, and continue reading over his shoulder, wondering who he might be messaging. Mr. Reynolds and I look up in unison as a light on the bottom floor illuminates. I see Preston come in his bedroom, and start undressing. Even though I Ioathe him for what he did to me, I am turned on by his body. Watching him undress from his window, and knowing that he isn't aware of me fills me with a surge of unexpected pleasure. I feel like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar, hoping I don't get caught.
Preston takes off his shirt revealing his smooth torso, and his faint six pack. He shucks his shorts and underwear in one smooth motion, his hard dick slapping him in the stomach as it is released. I feel my dick go from semi-hard to fully hard in seconds as I watch him gracefully move around his room. He neatly folds his clothes and puts them in the laundry basket. Then he lies in his bed and lifts his legs above his head with ease, and I wonder where this flexibility and gracefulness is coming from, because I have never seen him do anything like it before. I watch him as grabs his phone and takes a picture of his asshole.
I am pulled out of my reverie as I notice a light beneath me, and remember Mr. Reynolds. I briefly wonder why he is still there, and I look at his phone and I suppress a gasp. There on Mr. Reynolds's phone is a picture of his son's asshole. For once I am completely stunned and I don't know what to think. I watched dumbfounded as Mr. Reynolds types, "Good girl, now play with it." And pulls his dick out of his pants to masturbate.
I look up and see Preston roll over and reach with his foot to grab something off of his dresser. He rolls back and I recognize an English cucumber in his hand. I watch as he puts it in his mouth and sucks on it, then lifts his legs again and slowly inserts the cucumber into his ass. He bends his leg and holds the cucumber in place with his foot while trying to get a good photo with his hands. I am completely blown away at Preston's physical prowess, and the fact that he was fucking himself with a cucumber. Until yesterday I didn't even suspect that he was gay.
"Fuck yeah, son" Preston's dad moans as his phone lights up with another pic from Preston.
"This good for you daddy?" Preston sends.
I finally come back to my senses and remember why I am here. I take pictures of Mr.Reynolds masturbating to his son, and of Preston fucking himself with a cucumber. I also take a short video of the whole scene, and point the camera down to Mr Reynolds just in time to hear him say, "Perfect son, just keep fucking yourself. One day that'll be my cock."
Having heard and seen enough, and with my cock begging to cum, I decide to climb down from the pool house. I move as silently as possible, wanting to get the drop on Mr. Reynolds. A small voice inside my head is screaming at me to stop, to just let this go and leave while I can, but the voice of vengeance pounds within me. As I remember what Preston and the other boys did to me, I feel all of my insecurities, all of my doubts, and all of my fears drop away. I feel a clarity of mind that I have never felt before, and I know what I have to do, who I have to become.
I drop down the last bit of the pool shed with a loud "THUD" as my feet hit the ground, startling Mr. Reynolds. "Hello Mr. Reynolds" I state, dropping my voice as I say his name, hoping for dramatic effect.
"Fuck!" He yells as he hears me, and his eyes go wide as he tries to see me in the dark. "James?" He asks, his face relaxing a bit as he recognizes me. I realize that I will have to be stern with him; my golden reputation as a nice boy won't do me any good here.
"Having a little fun Mr. Reynolds?" I ask, waiting for him to recover from his shock.
"I don't know what you are doing here young man-" He tries to say in a stern voice, but I cut him off with a laugh.
"It doesn't matter what I was doing here anymore. I just caught you and your son sexting each other on tape, so you can't exactly take the high ground, now can you Brent?" I say, watching as he shifts uncomfortably as I reveal his secret. I can tell that he doesn't like that I have used his first name.
"You took a video! How dare you take a video-" He tries to lecture me, raising his voice a bit. His face is almost comical as he looks up at me. I step forward using my height to intimidate him, and he has to look away.
"You don't have any power here anymore Brent, I do. And you'll do as I say unless you want me to tell your wife about this." He looks back up at me, defiance in his eyes, and I realize that I have missed the mark. Before he can speak I say, "Unless you want me to bring this to the press, and ruin your career." He looks down nervously, and I catch him looking at my still hard cock poking into my shorts. His tongue darts out quickly and licks his lips in what could almost be described as a nervous tick, but I see it for what it is: hunger.
"What do you want from me?" He asks sullenly, already defeated, and my cock rises as I think about what I want this powerful man to do for me.
"Get down and suck my cock to start, that show with your son turned me on. Then we can get to business." I say, staring him down.
"I can't do that, I'm not gay." He answered while looking at my bulge.
I smile at his ridiculous statement. "I don't care what stage of denial you're in, or what you think you are. I don't care how you feel about it, and certainly don't want to hear excuses. Get down and give me a blowjob. I own you Brent, completely."
He looks at me for a moment, and I watch his internal struggle as he weighs his options. He gets down on his knees, looks at my bulge for a moment, and pulls out my cock. He pulls back my foreskin and smells my cock, breathing deeply as I watch in amusement. He starts to lick my dick like a lollipop, and then takes the whole thing in his throat. Although it's my first blowjob, I can tell that it isn't Mr Reynolds'. He knows to cover his teeth, and he uses his tongue like a pro. I look back into Preston's room and see him in the throws of ecstasy, mouth gaping open in pleasure as he fucks himself with a cucumber.
"Pass me your phone." I command Mr. Reynolds, and he does immediately. I am impressed with how quickly he has accepted his place. I look at the phone and send Preston, "Get on all fours, I want to fuck you from behind." Preston looks at his phone and flips over, raising his ass in the air, curving his back just right, without missing a stroke of the cucumber.
"You can do better than that son, take more of my cock." I say, watching as Preston struggles to obey, taking as much of the cucumber in his ass as he can. I watch as he slides around 12 inches into his ass, and slides I back out. He takes his phone and takes a picture and sends it to the phone.
"That's all I can take daddy". He says as he sends a pic of his ass stuffed with the cucumber. I wonder why Preston keeps sending photo to his dad if he knows that he is outside watching, and I feel like an idiot for not figuring it out sooner.
"Your son doesn't know that it's you on the phone, does he? He thinks that you guys are roleplaying and that you're some stranger. You're cat-fishing your son, aren't you?" I say to Mr. Reynolds. He pauses for a second and pulls off my dick.
"No, he doesn't know that it's me. I found him on Grindr one day and messaged him. Please don't tell him, I don't want to ruin our relationship." He begs me.
"Get back on my cock, and when we're done I will tell you what is going to happen" I say. More turned on than ever, I start to throat fuck Mr. Reynolds, who takes it with ease. I watch as Preston takes his cucumber faster and faster, and jerks his cock at the same time. I stare at his beautiful ass and wonder how it can take such a large object so easily. I imagine myself fucking Preston, holding him down and fucking him while his father watches, and I blow my load right down Mr. Reynolds' throat.
Mr. Reynolds doesn't miss a beat and swallows my load. He pulls off my dick and licks up all the cum, making sure to lick under my foreskin and around my dick head. He pulls away and looks up into my eyes. "Thank you" he says quietly, almost reverently.
"That's a good boy" I say to him like he is a dog, and pat his head. "This is how things are going to go form here on out. I'm going to need Preston for the next little while. He may need to leave the house at odd times, and you are not to question him. You are going to let Preston do what I need to him to, when I need him to do it, and you will give him anything he needs. Do you understand?" I ask sternly, leaving no doubt that this is a command, not a request.
He looks up at me, defiance back in his eyes. "You leave my son out of this. You can do what you want with me, but he is innocent." Mr. Reynolds says, voice full of conviction, and I feel a small bit of respect for him.
"You don't get a choice Mr. Reynolds, and your son isn't innocent, or I wouldn't be here. He has a price to pay, like all of us, and you can't save him. I won't hesitate to destroy you too if you try to stop me. The only difference is that in one scenario you can help your son pick up the pieces of his life. In the other he hates you and won't let you help him, and you both suffer. I am okay with both options, as both give me what I want. You choose." I say, voice devoid of emotion. I look at him, my face cold and hard, and I know that he is seeing the empty void that I saw in my eyes last night, and I see the defeat in his face.
For the first time he considers my face closely, noticing the bruises. "What did he do?" Mr. Reynolds says in a whisper, and again I feel some respect for him. His ability to accept new circumstances quickly is impressive.
"I'll keep it to myself for now, but maybe one day Preston will tell you. Now, get your wife and go out for a bit, I have some business with Preston." I command Mr. Reynolds, while watching his son clean up the mess he made from the cucumber fuck.
"Just tell me you won't hurt him." Mr Reynolds pleads.
"Go now, don't make me say it again." I say, and Mr. Reynolds leaves, losing all of the respect he had gained with me. No real man should ever leave his son in danger to save his reputation.
"You're a good boy, you won't hurt him. I know you won't" Mr. Reynolds says as he leaves, but I know he is saying it to sooth his conscience, and not for me.
I stare at Preston through his window and consider the boy. He moves with such grace that I am convinced he changes the way he moves at school to mask the fact that he is gay. I think about the looks he gave me before my rape, and the way he expressed concern for me when I was hurt. I think of the way he was treated by Max and Jakob, and I know that he has been mistreated by them, that there is more to his story, but that doesn't mean I can forgive what he has done to me. He may not have done it on his own, but he didn't put up much of a fight. He could have warned me, but instead he helped them pin me down, and he used me too. I decide he will pay, and he will help me get my vengeance on the other two, and just maybe Preston can earn his redemption.
I approach his window and pop off the screen cover with ease. I notice that the window isn't locked and I slide it open and step into Preston's room, startling him. I could have used the door, but I want him to know I was outside of his room watching. Preston grabs for the blanket to cover himself, but I snatch it up before he can, and toss it in the corner.
"What do you want!"He yells, trying to cover his manhood. I take in the sight before me, marveling at the beauty of Preston's body. His blond hair is cut short on the sides, and long on the top. The top of his hair is straight and long, and is swept to the side, showing off his smooth forehead and face. His bright blue eyes shine at me, filled with fear and annoyance. His lips are thin and red, and perfectly soft. He is clean shaven, and in fact he doesn't have any hair on his entire body, except his face. His body is toned and slender, with soft curves. I can see that his body structure is good, and I think that he might be better suited as a male ballerina or gymnast than a football player.
As I silently observe him he shifts under my gaze. His slouches forward and squares his shoulders, dropping one hip. He turns his feet so that they are no longer pointed perfectly straight, and he lets his left arm drop casually to the side, while his right arm stays covering his crotch. It takes me moment , but I realize that he is putting on his jock persona, and I am turned on by how quickly he can slip into it. I don't even think he is aware that he is changing in front of me, it's just something that he has learned to do from years of hiding.
"Dude, what the fuck! Stop staring at me and get out of my room!" Preston yells, sounding more like a typical jock boy than before. I continue to stare though, and my eyes drop to his hip, and stare at the curve of his ass. He looks at me nervously, but I can tell that he is turned on by the fact that I am appreciating his body.
His question is circling in my head as I look at his beautiful naked body. What do I want? I want to fuck him in his bed, hear him moan my name and scream in his pillow. But I also want revenge. As I think about Preston's roll in what was done to me, my mind becomes clear again, and I am filled with that cold empty rage. For the moment, my lust for Preston is subdued, stored for later.
"What do I want?" I say, my voice seething with venom. "What do you think I want Preston? What would you want Preston, if you were in my shoes?" Preston looks down guiltily and shifts nervously.
"I'm so sorry James! I didn't want to be there, I didn't want to do that to you, but they made me! I tried to talk them out of it, but they told me you wanted it. If I could take it back I would. I am so, so sorry." Preston says all of this to the floor, and starts to cry, and I am unmoved. It's an odd sensation, but his tears don't fill me with sympathy, they fill me with rage.
"How dare you fucking break down and cry in front of me." I say, my voice getting louder. I walk forward and shove him back, feeling my bruised back scream out in pain, pushing him into the wall. "How dare you apologize to me, and tell me you didn't want what happened. You stepped on my arm Preston!" I show him my bruised arm. "You fucking held me down and helped them rape me, and then you took a turn. You're not innocent, you're not good. You're weak, and pathetic, and you deserve to be a bitch boy." I take Preston and throw him onto the bed, ignoring the pain from my back. He tumbles and lands on the soft mattress, sobbing uncontrollably now.
"It's what you are, isn't it. Those boys fuck you and use you, and you let them. You like it don't you, and you help them get men like me." My voice is so cold and angry that it feels as if someone else must be speaking. I am slightly shocked at my violent outburst, and I feel a small pang of regret as I look a the sobbing boy in front of me.
"You're right, I am pathetic. I can't stand up to them. They found out that I am gay, and they have been using me ever since, but this is the first time I have helped them rape someone. I knew it was wrong, but I wanted their respect, I wanted to be one of them, and I needed them." He sobs out at me, this time looking at me in the eyes. "I haven't spoken to them since, I am going to stop hanging out with them. I am so sorry James." He continues to cry, and I let him. I am beginning to sympathize with him, but I still want him to suffer.
"Give me your phone." I command, and he blinks up at me confused. "Bring me your phone, and let me read your messages, I want proof of what you have told me." He hesitates, and then relents, and passes me his phone, looking shameful.
I open his phone, and at the top of his recent messages are texts from Max and Jakob. Both of them have sent him multiple messages, starting with demands for sex, and more recently becoming threats. "You better not say anything" and "snitches get stitches" are some of the messages. I feel slightly impressed with Preston for having the courage to stand up to these boys, even if it is a little late. I scroll back to the beginning of Preston's conversation with Jakob, and see that it started 4 months ago. I am surprised to see that Jakob had texted first, saying, "hey cutie". I read further and see that they had actually started out quite innocently, and the messages were sweet, and cute.
I read through to their fist hookup, and then the messages change, and Jakob is more demanding, and less cute. He becomes aggressive with Preston, and Preston becomes more submissive. "Did Jakob rape you?" I ask the crying naked boy.
"No, it wasn't like that. I misled him, it's my fault. I shouldn't have led him on like that." Preston says, and I look at him with disgust. He was raped and he can't admit it, and is now defending his rapist. I close the phone having read enough, and I sit next to Preston. I look in his eyes and touch his chin tenderly. I hate this boy or what he has done to me, but I pity him too. I understand his plight, but I am furious at him for being so weak, and more than all of that, I want him.
As my anger fades my lust returns. I look in Preston's eyes and see that lust reflected back at me. I lean in, and I kiss his soft lips. He moans and kisses me back, his lips parting to let my tongue enter his mouth. His hands find the hem of my shirt and he is pulling it off of me. I let him pull of my shirt and I stand. Preston's hands are unzipping my shorts and pulling them off before I can think it through, and my hard dick flops out. Preston catches it in is mouth in a graceful move, and for the second time that night I am being blown by one of the Reynolds men. He takes me in his mouth, moaning as he does so. He is much more skilled than his dad at cocksucking, and I am enjoying it immensely. I reach down and mess up Preston's perfect hair, loving how it makes him look. I pull him off of my dick and I kiss him again, tasting my cock on his lips.
I flip him over and stare at his beautiful white hairless ass. I part his cheeks and see his swollen puckered asshole and I have to taste it. I plunge in and lick his hole with enthusiasm. My hard dick is leaking and I can hardly wait to fuck him. He tastes like nothing I've ever tasted before, like pure boy. I lick his hole and plunge my tongue into his depths, eliciting a moan from him. I tongue fuck him for a short while, before I stand and line my leaking cock up to his hole. He moans and I know that he is ready. I decide not to be gentle, a small part of me is still angry with him, and I plunge into him with one thrust. He lets out a small, satisfying yelp, and I start fucking with gusto. I fuck him hard and he is moaning. His moans are so manly, and they turn me on. I watch his ass bounce as I fuck him, and I am filled with lust. I know that this will not be the last time that we do this.
I pause for a moment and he starts to fuck himself on my dick, and I smile. What a true cock-whore. I let him fuck himself on my dick for a while, and then I pull out and flip him over onto his back. I plunge back into him and look into his eyes as I fuck him. He is overcome with pleasure and rolls his head back, his mouth slightly parted. I lean forward and suck his left nipple in my mouth, licking it all over. I suck his pec into my mouth hard, and he squeezes his asshole on my dick. I bite his nipple and release his pec, watching it snap back into place. Preston raises his hands and wraps them around me, massaging my sore back and ass as I fuck him. I am overwhelmed by how welcoming Preston's body is, and I feel myself approaching orgasm. I reach for Preston's dick to help get him of, but he moves my hand away with a coy smile.
"I won't need that." He says, and he leans forward and kisses me. I feel his asshole convulsing and I realize that he is climaxing. The pleasure is overwhelming and I join him, busting my load into his ass. I collapse on top of him, and bask in the warmth of his body, and I am tempted for a moment to stay and cuddle with him. I roll off of him and watch as he scoops up his cum and licks it of of his fingers. He leans over me and sucks my still hard cock into his mouth and cleans it off. I allow myself one more moment to bask in pleasure, and I lean in and kiss him, tasting our mixed cum in his mouth.
I pull away and allow my thoughts to clear. The cold, dark void of hatred is waiting for me to return. It is what I feel all the time now, and this brief moment of happiness was only a temporary escape. I can't seem to remember who I was before I felt this way, and I can't seem to return to my normal self.
With my revenge in mind I look at Preston, my face cold and hard once more, and I say, "The life you were living is done. Who you were, what you liked, your plans for the future; they're all mine now. I am your new God, your source of pleasure. If you want redemption, if you want to be stronger than you were before, you will follow me. If you want your old life back you can have it, but know that I will come for you, and you will be that weak, pathetic boy when I do." He looks at me and I can tell that he doesn't quite understand how I will make him stronger, but I see the acceptance in his face.
"I'll do whatever you want me to James." He says, looking at me. "I know that I deserve whatever punishment you see fit."
"Good, because this is going to be hard for you. And you deserve hard, no, you need hard. When we are finished we will both be stronger for it." I pass him his phone and say, "You need to answer Jakob and Max, and pretend like nothing is different. You can't let them suspect anything. I have a plan to make them pay, and you are a part of it. I need you to be my eyes and ears, and to do that you will have to be that weak boy again."
He looks at me in shock and anger, and again I marvel at his naked beauty. Even angry he is absolutely stunning. "I can't go back to that James, I am trying to get out of it. I don't want to be that person anymore!" He states, hoping to change my mind.
"You have to Preston, this is the price I require for your redemption. Do this and you will learn from your old mistakes. Together we can take them down, and I need your help to do that Preston." I look at him, this time I am asking, not commanding.
He relents and says "Fine, but you know that they are going to make me suffer for ignoring them, it doesn't matter what excuse I come up with. But I guess you think I deserve that too."
"You got yourself into this mess bud, and now you have to get yourself out of it. You chose this path, and so yes, you deserve what's coming to you. I have to go now before my parents get suspicious. But I want to know everything. Send me snapshots of your conversations with them, and tell me what you do. I want to know everything about them, when they eat, when they sleep, who they talk to, what they say. You can come by my house in the morning and give me a report, we'll tell our parents that we're study buddies." I check to make sure he has heard me, and he nods.
"And one last thing, who has the picture of me?" I ask as I am getting dressed.
"Max does, but he hasn't sent it to anybody, Jakob told him not to." Preston responds.
"Why would Jakob do that, and are you sure that Max will listen?" I ask.
"I dunno, maybe he doesn't want people to know that they are rapists. But Max worships Jakob, he wouldn't disobey him." Preston responds.
I nod and leave through the window, replacing the screen cover as I go. As I leave I wonder if I have broken my promise to myself, the promise to leave those boys broken and crying on the floor. In a way I have broken the old Preston, and I am building a new one. Maybe he doesn't deserve the punishment that I wanted for him, or that I am giving him now. I disappear into the darkness, thinking about my next target.