Chapter 2: Trip to the Past
The afternoon sun cast golden streaks across the walls of George's apartment, bathing the space in a warm embrace. The air was thick with anticipation, a palpable undercurrent of tension weaving itself around the figures lounging within. Eric sat perched on the edge of an antique couch, his gaze darting nervously between George and his two burly, tattooed companions.
George smiled wickedly, his green eyes glinting with mischief. "So, Eric," he purred, running a finger along the armrest, "I want to show you something special today...
"
Eric swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped hare. His voice quivered as he responded, "What do you mean, George?"
George smirked, his eyes glinting like emeralds in the dim light. "Don't play coy with me, baby," he said, his tone laced with mock sweetness.
"You know what I'm talking about."
Eric's face flushed red, but he remained silent, staring blankly at the worn carpet beneath his feet.
He knew what George was hinting at; it had happened before - the group sex, the humiliation, the feeling of being utterly powerless throughout. Eric's lips tightened, and he felt his stomach churn at the memory.
"Come on, sugar, don't be so uptight," growled one of the men, the larger of the two. His broad shoulders strained against the fabric of his black tank top, and his arms were covered in colorful tattoos. "We're just having a bit of fun, right?"
George chuckled darkly, his gaze fixed on Eric.
"Relax, baby, we're all in this together," he purred, his velvety voice wrapping around Eric like a soft caress. "No need to worry. Besides, you've done it before, haven't you?"
Eric winced. The words stung like a thousand tiny needles pricking his skin. "Yes," he mumbled quietly, his voice barely audible.
George grinned, his sharp canines gleaming in the half-light. "That's my boy," he murmured, reaching out to stroke Eric's cheek. "You're going to love this, I promise. Trust me."
Eric flinched at the touch, his body stiffening involuntarily. He could feel his pulse quicken, his breathing growing ragged. His heart pounded wildly, thumping erratically in his chest like a caged bird.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, dampening his brow. Eric tried to swallow, but his throat constricted, refusing to cooperate. He stared helplessly at the three faces looming over him—George, expression smug, and his burly friends, leering eagerly.
"C'mon, Eric, let's get this party started!" One of them reached out, his calloused hand clamping around Eric's wrist. With a swift yank, he pulled Eric off the couch, dragging him toward the bedroom.
George followed closely behind, a wolfish grin plastered on his face. The room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the faint glow from the bedside lamp. The scent of sweat and lust hung heavy in the air, mingling with the musky aroma of sex.
"Looks like our little friend here is ready for a good time, eh boys?" George sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. Eric stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with fear. He couldn't bring himself to utter a word, the terror paralyzing him.
George took a seat in the lounge chair in the room, watching as the two men approached Eric.
Their eyes sparkled with hunger, and Eric couldn't help but tremble under their intense scrutiny. He wanted to run away, find refuge somewhere far from this twisted game, but he knew there was no escape. He belonged to George now, and he would endure whatever he demanded.
"Well, then, let's get started, shall we?" George purred, running a hand through his damp blond hair. "Why don't you two start things off nicely?"
The two men exchanged a knowing glance before moving closer to Eric.
Their large hands reached out, grabbing hold of the young man's slender wrists. Eric winced, trying to pull away, but they held firm. He was forced backward until his back hit the rumpled mattress of the unmade bed.
"Don't fight us, babe," the larger of the two snarled, his grip tightening around Eric's wrist. "We're just trying to unwind a bit."
"Yeah," echoed the other, his voice low and sinister.
"You'd better relax and enjoy yourself if you know what's good for you."
Eric struggled futilely against their iron grasp, his muscles knotting with desperation. "Please," he whimpered, his voice cracking with fear. "Let me go..."
The burly men merely laughed, their voices echoing ominously in the shadowy room. "Oh, we'll let you go alright," chuckled the first, his hot breath fanning against Eric's neck.
"But not till we've had our fill of you."
Eric whimpered softly, his pleas falling on deaf ears. He was caught in a web of desire and fear, his body betraying him. Every inch of his flesh tingled with anticipation, and his groin swelled with arousal despite his willful protests.
"Just relax, baby," purred the second, his rough fingers tracing the contours of Eric's bare chest.
"It won't hurt too much."
Eric writhed on the small bed, his head spinning with confusion and panic. His voice cracked as he pleaded, "Please, guys, I don't... I don't think I can do this..."
The two muscular men exchanged grim smiles. "You don't have a choice, Eric," said the first, his tone icy-cold. "You belong to George now, remember?"
Eric gasped, his eyes widening in disbelief.
He tried to speak, but his mouth had gone dry, and his tongue seemed glued to the roof of his mouth. His heart hammered frantically against his ribcage, threatening to burst free, and beads of perspiration formed on his forehead. He glanced desperately at George, hoping for a reprieve, but found only amusement in his cold, green eyes.
One of the burly men leaned in close, his breath reeking of beer and cigarettes. "Now, now, Eric," he growled, squeezing Eric's biceps tightly.
"No more pleading. We ain't gonna listen to ya."
The second man chuckled, his husky voice grating against Eric's sensitive eardrums. "And besides, who says you even got a say in this matter?"
Eric's face burned with shame and anger, the sting of humiliation seeping deep into his bones. He fought against their restraining grip, squirming and thrashing in vain. But the two men held him firmly, their strong hands pinning him down like iron vices.
Eric whimpered softly, his body shaking uncontrollably as he surrendered to their insistent desires.
"I guess we'll just have to teach you how to relax," drawled the first man, his tone heavy with anticipation. He grasped Eric's chin gently yet firmly, forcing him to look into his dark, hungry eyes. "After all, we wouldn't want you to miss out on any of the fun, would we?"
Eric shook his head furiously but couldn’t utter a word as the man forced his mouth open and kissed him. The other man began to remove his pants.
As he did so, Eric could see that he was already erect, his cock standing tall and proud, throbbing with anticipation. Eric's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. He tried to protest, but his voice failed him, replaced by a series of desperate gurgles.
The burly man moved closer, his eyes burning with lust. "Now," he whispered hoarsely, his breath hot against Eric's ear, "you're going to suck my dick."
Eric recoiled, his heart pounding violently in his chest.
He tried to push back but the burly man pressed him roughly against the mattress, his massive hands pinning Eric's wrists to the bedding. The smell of sweat and cheap cologne filled Eric's nostrils, overwhelming him.
"Relax, Eric," the burly man crooned, his breath hot and heavy against Eric's cheek. "Just open your mouth and take it. Easy."
Eric whimpered softly, his eyes filling with tears. He couldn't believe what was happening. Yet he slowly opened his mouth for the man’s erection.
It slid smoothly past his lips, and Eric's heart raced as he felt its hardness against his tongue. His senses became overwhelmed with the taste of saltiness mixed with sweat. Yet the humiliation made everything feel different. Eric could hear George laughing and egging the men on. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He wanted to cry, but instead, he focused on the task at hand. He needed to please these men.
His eyes welled up with tears as he sucked harder, feeling the thickness stretching his mouth. He heard the man moan softly, his hips bucking slightly.
Eric continued to suck, tasting the salty tang of pre-cum. His mouth stretched wider around the shaft, and he could feel his jaw beginning to ache. He ignored the pain, focusing all his attention on the task at hand.
"That's it, Eric," the man growled, his voice low and gravelly. "Take it all."
Eric felt his face flush hotter, but he didn't stop sucking. His cheeks hollowed out as he worked the cock in his mouth, bobbing up and down, taking it deeper and deeper.
The other man slowly slid his hand between Eric’s pants.
Eric gasped as he felt the stranger's fingers explore his most intimate places. His breath came in short, shallow gasps, and his heart raced in his chest, threatening to explode. He tried to resist, but the burly man's powerful grasp left him no choice.
"You're such a beautiful little toy, aren't you?" the burly man growled, his voice low and guttural. "All primed and ready for us to play with."
Eric whimpered softly, his eyes brimming with unshed tears.
His mouth stretched wide, accommodating the massive cock thrusting inside him. He tasted the bitter tang of sweat and semen, the humiliating reality of his situation sinking in.
"Fuck yeah, Eric," growled the burly man, his cock swelling impossibly larger. "Take it all, you little slut."
Eric's face flushed crimson, his body trembling with disgust and shame. He wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but the words died on his lips.
The other man began to tease his entrance.
His fingers brushed against Eric's wetness, sending shivers down his spine. Eric moaned softly, his body arching upwards in anticipation. He knew it was wrong, but the pleasure was too intoxicating to resist.
"Mmm, you're so hot, Eric," the burly man rasped, his voice thick with lust. "I can't wait to fuck you."
Eric whimpered at the thought and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sink further into the depravity. The other man didn’t prepare him nearly enough before he was lining up his erection.
It was painful but also somehow exhilarating. Eric had never experienced anything quite like it. He screamed out in agony when the tip of the man‘s penis breached his entrance. Eric thought he was going to split apart.
"Ahh!" Eric cried out, his voice cracking with strain. "This hurts! For God's sake, please stop!"
George laughed cruelly, his green eyes dancing with sadistic glee. "Don't be such a wimp, Eric," he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.
"You're a big boy – you can handle it."
Eric's eyes narrowed, his resolve steeling as he spat out the cruel words. "Bite me, George," he retorted, his voice laced with venom. "You're nothing but a bully."
George's green eyes blazed with anger, his nostrils flaring like a cornered animal. "You really think you can defy me?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
"You've made a serious mistake, Eric."
Eric's eyes flashed defiance, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. "I'm not afraid of you, George," he replied, his tone icy-cold. "I've faced worse than you."
George's green eyes blazed with fury, his nostrils flaring like a cornered animal. "Is that so?" he sneered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Then why are you still here?
" George challenged, his voice dripping with malice. "You should've run a long time ago."
Eric's eyes met George's, the hatred burning bright in both sets of irises. He licked his lips, savoring the taste of revenge on his tongue. "I'm not leaving without making sure you pay for what you've done," he growled, his voice low and deadly.
George chuckled darkly, his smile a chilling contrast to his otherwise intimidating demeanor.
Before Eric realised what was happening, he was suddenly pinned to the bed by the two men while George stood between his legs.
He watched in horror as George grabbed a condom from his pocket and tore it open in front of everyone.
"Here we go," George muttered, rolling the latex on his rigid erection. He then climbed onto the bed, positioning himself directly above Eric.
"Are you ready for me, sweetheart?" George asked, his voice dripping with malicious intent. The mere sound of his voice sent shivers down Eric's spine.
Despite his terror, Eric managed to muster some defiance. "Go to hell, George," he spat, his voice quivering with rage.
George didn’t say anything as he plunged into Eric.
Eric screamed out in pain, but George ignored his cries, pumping faster and harder. Eric was helpless, unable to escape as George claimed him.
Eric clawed at the sheets beneath him, his nails digging into the fabric. He tried to escape but the two burly men pinned him down, their hands gripping his wrists tightly. His body convulsed with every brutal thrust, his screams echoing throughout the apartment.
George's eyes locked onto Eric's, the hatred between them tangible. "You're mine, Eric," he growled, his voice deep and guttural.
"Forever."
With those chilling words, George began to thrust mercilessly into Eric, his movements calculated and deliberate. Each brutal penetration pushed Eric closer to the brink of insanity, his cries of anguish echoing in the cramped confines of the room.
"Shut up, bitch," growled one of the burly men, his voice laden with disgust. "You chose this life, remember? So lie back and enjoy it." Eric grit his teeth, his eyes flashing defiance. "Never," he ground out, his voice a low growl. His heart pounded in his chest, threatening to burst free, and beads of perspiration gathered on his brow.
George chuckled darkly, his gaze locked onto Eric's tormented form. "I knew you'd say that," he gloated, his voice dripping with triumph. "But it doesn't change the fact that you're mine now."
Eric's eyes narrowed, his voice trembling with rage.