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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      10K/Murphy_(Z_Nation)
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      10K_(Z_Nation), 10K's_Father_(Z_Nation), Roberta_Warren, Charles_Garnett,
      Doc_(Z_Nation), Addison_Carver, Mack_Thompson, Murphy_(Z_Nation),
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      fatherly_Doc, murphyk, Gay_Smut, forced_mutism, Abuse, Anxiety, PTSD,
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      Published: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 7/? Words: 19774
****** My Heart Pounds ******
by Okay10k
Summary
     Since birth, it seemed 10k was doomed to a cursed life of abuse.
     Healing was never in clear sight; that is, until he meets a ragtag
     group and a very odd hybrid man.
Notes
     Kicking it right off with the gut-punches.
***** The Apocalypse Just Got Worse *****
Chapter Summary
     An unexpected death rattled poor Tommy to pieces, but it only gets
     worse from there.
Tommy’s Papa’s death was not an accident. He knew that now; he did not know it
then.

The night the boy’s Papa died, he was fifteen years old. He remembered sitting
in the comfortable seat of their pickup truck, driving down a back road that
seemed almost abandoned, save for the few Z’s that littered the countryside
that little Tommy feared, curling up tighter and bringing his knees to his
chest upon seeing them, and his Papa had been driving calmly. In the radio
played an old cassette of country songs his Mama used to love, the ones that
calmed him down and put him to sleep. Tommy was dozing off, tired and hungry,
but calm and happy. He had his Papa... what was to fear?

A single gunshot cracked the air, and for a moment, Tommy had thought that his
Papa was the one who fired it; that was up until he heard him groan, and felt
the truck swerve harshly across the road before it slammed to a stop and threw
his unbelted body painfully hard against the dashboard, and his bright blue
eyes opened to the horror next to him.

A bullet-hole in the windshield. A bullet-hole in his Papa’s chest. A bullet in
his Papa’s heart.

“No!” The kid cried, reaching out to his only parent as the man clutched his
chest, sputtering blood past his mouth and silently glaring down at the fatal
wound. Tommy broke his eyes away for only a moment to see if he could find the
attacker, clutching the rifle he still had from day one in his other hand with
a white-knuckled grip.... but there was no one.
Whoever had attacked them was gone.

Or so he thought.

It didn’t take very long to drag his Papa out of the truck after he finally
focused on what was happening; he got him out and leaning against the truck,
retrieved a pillow and a fluffy comforter from the back, tied up with the rest
of their supplies, and made a little bed for his dying parent to lay on for his
last few moments. In the glare of the truck’s headlights through the deep
night, Tommy was horrified to see all the blood coming out of his Papa - his
forehead was sweaty and there were tears in the old man’s eyes.

“Tommy-“ the man sputtered, reaching out to his child. Instantly, Tommy was
scooting forward his old man, reaching back out to him and clutching his
quickly cooling hand, feeling a lump growing in his throat. He didn’t want him
to die... he couldn’t die! What would he do without him? He’d be all alone...

“Pa..” Tommy whispered softly, squeezing the man’s hand before he folded his
body down and hugged his father. He felt the weak arms of his Papa wrap around
his skinny frame and hold him, before they were pushing him away, confusing him
and making him sit straight up again.

“I need you... to get the rope outta’ the back of that truck... n’ tie me up,
y’hear?”

“Pa, what-“

“Double-half hitch. That’s what’ll hold me. When the time comes, you mercy me.
Do as I say.”

Tommy was shocked and silent, sitting there for a long moment, just staring
into his Papa’s serious, dying eyes. Dying... he was dying, and he wanted him
to tie him up, and kill him when he turned Z.

He wanted to say he couldn’t, he wanted to refuse, but he had never once
disobeyed his Papa, and he wouldn’t do it while he was on his deathbed. He knew
it was for his safety... he was much stronger than him alive and conscious, he
had no chance against him as one of those... monsters.

Hastily nodding his head, the kid stood up from where he’d been sitting;
shaking with pieces of asphalt stuck to his bare knees, he jogged back to their
truck and grabbed rope from the back, and with a bit of loving thought, he
snatched his Papa’s pack of cigarettes and his lighter from the console as
well. He had a habit, and he remembered his Papa always joking that he’d go out
with six of them in his mouth and two in his nostrils, smoking like a chimney
to screw the world. Even in the heavy night, the young boy had smirked... he
loved him. He’d grant that last, humorous wish.

Running back, he didn’t speak a word as he did what he was told, helping his
Papa sit up so that he could tie his arms tight, checking the knots over and
over again as his father hastily directed so that he couldn’t undo them when
the time came, tying up his ankles tight - when the job was done, Tommy felt
sick... his Papa looked like a pig ready for slaughter.
It choked him up to think that that’s exactly what he was about to be.

“You got my rolls?” The old man rasped, smiling up at his son as if his chin
weren’t painted in his own blood. Tommy felt a smile grow back, and he nodded
quietly, holding up the pack full of cigarettes, shaking him gingerly, the
lighter in his other hand.

“Light one, then. Smoke it first, if you want.. might help calm you down.”
Tommy almost scoffed, but while he was opening the box and plucking the best
cigarette he could find in the pack out between his pale fingertips, he
couldn’t help but feel a bit of happiness. He was sharing one last special with
his dad... it felt good, even though it was very, very bad.
Doing what he’d seen his father do so many times before, the boy protected the
lighter with a cupped hand as he flicked up a flame, and carefully placed the
cigarette between his lips before lighting it, placing the lighter down by his
hip and inhaling deeply, watching the end burn with golden embers.

It burned, bad. It stung his throat, and Tommy coughed as he exhaled, his eyes
watering. He’d never smoked in his life. As his Papa chuckled at him, he passed
the cigarette on and wiped at his eyes, clearing his throat while he tasted the
smoky tobacco and nicotine on his tongue. It gave him just the slightest
momentary high, making his brain feel a little fuzzy, but only because this was
his first. His Papa seemed to get a kick out of it, watching him over the
cigarette he breathed from while he laid his head back against the pillow his
son had so graciously given him.

They spoke. He told Tommy to check the knots again, make sure they were tight.
He did, and was praised for it, told that his mother would’ve been proud of
him. Tommy tried not to cry the whole time, sucking on the end of a burning
roll of paper and tar with his Papa up until the very end. He watched the life
drain from his dad’s eyes that night; felt his body go limp beneath him as he
straddled his waist, whispering that he loved him and to tell Mama that he’d be
with them soon... he’d see them both again in heaven, when this was all over.
For now, though... he would fight. He knew that’s what his parents would’ve
wanted, even if he just wanted to run back to the truck and shoot himself to be
with them now... they’d never forgive him.

He stared into his eyes for the longest time, just looking for some sign that
he was still in there once he turned Z.

He saw nothing.

Finally, the trembling teenager gripped a knife from his belt between both
hands, and drove it into his writhing Papa - no - the writhing Z’s skull
beneath him, riding out every buck of the fighting monster’s hips as it tried
to throw him off of its waist so that it could eat his throat out. Not today...
not ever.

The Z went still beneath Tommy, and that’s when he rolled off of its waist, and
he cried. He curled up in a ball and wailed into his hands, soaking his own
face in tears and mucus as his nose clogged and ran just as much as his eyes
poured tears until his head pounded and his voice felt weak.

His Papa was dead. His Papa was dead. His Papa was dead.

He was sitting next to the cold corpse of a monster.

He couldn’t recall how long it had been afterward; he didn’t move after
mercying his father. He didn’t *want* to move. He was partially just hoping
that a zombie would smell him in the dark, and he could weakly ‘attempt’ to
fight it off before just letting it eat him so that one day someone would give
his poor body mercy and he could be at peace with his deceased family, but his
prayers didn’t get answered.

He thought they had, when he heard footsteps shuffling forward, but when he
raised his head and wiped the tears from his eyes and the snot from his nose
and could see more clearly through the blinding glare of the still-running
truck’s headlights, he saw a man. A big man, built with muscle, much taller
than him, with dark hair and a wiry beard and a rifle in his hands. Tommy was
immediately afraid, but not because he didn’t know the man - no, he knew
exactly who he was... and he knew he killed his father; that bullet hole had
been from a rifle... it was too clean to be any other kind.

“Terrance-“ the kid choked, voice sounding thick and getting stuck in his
throat like a big glob of peanut butter. Terrance was silent, still marching
toward him, his eyes barely seen in the night, even with the light illuminating
the rest of his huge body. Tommy, beginning to hyperventilate, began moving
backward on his rear end across the asphalt, back back back until his actual
back hit the grill of the truck, and he was trapped. Sure, he could’ve gotten
up and ran, but that was only if Terrance hadn’t picked up his speed just as
Tommy’s spine touched warm metal and was leaning over the trembling, horrified
teenager. He’d never felt so helpless in his entire life.

“Hi sweetheart,” the man purred, reaching out with a large, calloused hand to
gently stroke the boy’s delicate, pale cheek. Tommy gulped, feeling the saliva
sticking heavy in his throat and half choking him as he held very still,
allowing the man to touch him even though even the faint scent of earth on his
knuckles made him want to vomit violently across the road. That name...
innocent at its surface, but not when it was spoken from Terrance’s lips, and
especially not to Tommy... Tommy had experience with this man; starting from
when he was just an infant, up until now. Terrance had always been there...
always.

This was not a good reunion.
***** The Visions Of A Monster *****
Chapter Summary
     Terrance is revealed as Tommy’s worst nightmare, and it’s only just
     beginning.
Chapter Notes
     Some underage stuff that is meant to be extremely uncomfortable. I
     wouldn’t sympathize with Terrance at all throughout this story if I
     were you.
     Poor 10k
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Be a good boy and stand up. We’re going for a little ride.”
Tommy wrinkled his nose at that stench that was Terrance’s breath, feeling the
wiry scratch of his beard just barely grazing over his own smooth chin, leaning
so close that if he so much as twitched, he might’ve kissed him. Hastily, he
flicked a corner of the comforter his dead father was still laying on over his
face, biting his lip, keeping Terrance’s eyes occupied with his own so that he
wouldn’t look at him. He and his dad might have been friends, once, and Tommy
had allowed it because his father had been happy, but he just murdered him...
he wanted to make sure he didn’t get the satisfaction of seeing his zombified
face.
Terrance, from what Tommy had learned in his early years, was his dad’s high
school buddy, and their neighbor since before he was even born. He was a
scumbag; an evil, disgusting man who never married, and never had children. It
didn’t take Tommy much to understand why that was, considering all the horror
he’d endured even as young as five years old with him. He thought he’d finally
escaped him the day the apocalypse broke out and he and his father ran from the
monsters, but he’d never truly forgotten him, or the pain.
Terrance was in love with his mother, and it wasn’t very hard to see why, even
as wrong as it was; his mother was a fair lady with beautiful, angled features
and ringlets of black hair that framed her brilliant blue eyes. He looked
exactly like her. However, Terrance couldn’t accept the fact that she was a
married woman, and whenever he visited his dad, even when his mom had been
pregnant with Tommy, that nasty, huge man groped her and molested her behind
Tommy’s father’s back, and his mom never opened her mouth out of fear.
Tommy came along, and his mom died during childbirth with her secrets, leaving
behind only a cassette tape of country songs she loved as a girl for her son
that she never got to meet, that put him to sleep every single night, with a
message at the end reminding him she loved him... Tommy never heard her voice
saying anything else, except, “Mommy loves you, baby. Goodnight.”
Terrance was a selfish man. He grieved for a woman that wasn’t his, and soon
began preying on her only son; out of spite, maybe, or anger, or sadness. It
didn’t matter... by the time Tommy was only five years old, Terrance was upon
him every time he was alone. He played with him like a lovely uncle when his
father was around, but when his old man even left for five minutes to grab a
few beers and a cigarette, Terrance’s hand was down the little boy’s pants and
his knuckles were stroking his cheek while he called him sweetheart and told
him how pretty he was.
“You’re so beautiful... just like your Mama.”
“You’re cute enough to be a girl.”
“Look at those pretty, pretty eyes...”
Poor Tommy didn’t understand what was happening until he was about twelve years
old, but even then, it never stopped because he was too afraid to speak up,
just like his Mama has been. He dealt with what came; he dealt with the nights
where Terrance would sneak into his bedroom when his dad let him crash at their
house, lay next to him in his bed and peel off his fuzzy Star Wars pajama pants
and place his massive hands between his legs. He dealt with his heavy palm
clamping over his mouth to muffle his crying, and his moaning while he touched
him until it was over and Terrance left, and he had to shakily get up from bed
and suck up his tears all alone, and wipe off all the sticky fluid from his
legs with an old t-shirt that he stopped wearing months ago for that reason.
Those nights, he didn’t fall back asleep until Terrance went home in the
morning, and then he slept all day long. The poor kid hadn’t even ever had the
talk yet with his father, and yet had already had too many of his own orgasms
to count that confused him and scared him.
He hated them.
The first Z’s showed up a few days after Tommy’s thirteenth birthday, and
that’s when he thought he’d finally escaped Terrance. As they drove away from
his childhood home to escape the undead monsters, Tommy hoped that Terrance got
his heart gored from his chest and eaten while it was still beating. He
deserved no better death than a painful, violent one that would leave nothing
but a mangled corpse.
Now here he was; he’d put a bullet in his Papa’s heart and was now grinning at
him with his yellow smile, scratching his face with his beard, stroking his
face with his hand like he always did before he molested him, telling him to
stand up, be a good boy...
“I- I can’t...” Tommy stammered, pressing his back further against the hot
grill of the truck that was beginning to burn his back with exhaust, but didn’t
manage to put any sort of distance between him and Terrance. The older, much
bigger man just pushed himself forward to close whatever gap poor Tommy
attempted to make between them, and would not budge. He heard Terrance chuckle
deeply, and soon his stroking knuckles snapped into a tight hold on Tommy’s jaw
that caused it to crackle loudly under the stress of his horrible hold and
bring a sharp pain through the boy’s entire lower jaw and made him whimper and
shift where he sat, tears springing to his eyes.
“You can. I know those pretty long legs can carry you a few steps, hm? Get in
the truck like a good boy... I wanna finally take you home.”
Home? There was no home in the apocalypse... the woods around the one and only
place he’d ever called home was littered with too many Zombies to get through -
going back there would be suicide. Unless... Terrance meant *his* home.. what
was home to Terrance? A prison, a dungeon..?
The bottom of a murky, dark swamp?
“I don’t want to go home with you.”
Terrance looked momentarily annoyed, but he surprisingly shrugged his shoulders
before releasing the boy’s jaw and taking a full step back, giving Tommy a
moment to relax again and gently massage his assaulted jaw with his fingertips
for a moment, but only for a moment. Terrance continued to take a few steps
back, and the small, pale boy, still being in a slight daze of shock, grief and
fear, didn’t realize what Terrance was really doing until the very second that
it was too late to even attempt to stand and run away.
Terrance raised the exact rifle he’d killed his father while, and charged.
Tommy only had enough time to throw his hands up to try to stop him before he
cracked the butt right against his temple and knocked the kid out cold. Tommy
flopped right onto his side and scratched his cheek on the asphalt, bleeding
from a crack right over his temple from the hit, and Terrance effortlessly
flung the unconscious boy over his shoulder and began marching away from the
scene, leaving Tommy’s poor Papa for zombie food...
Chapter End Notes
     Hope you weren’t hoping for little Tommy to catch a break.
***** A New Life *****
Chapter Summary
     It’s been about a year since the death of Tommy’s father; it is now
     three years into the apocalypse, and things haven’t gotten any
     better.
Chapter Notes
     Rape. Very graphic; I wouldn’t recommend reading this chapter or
     maybe the future three if graphically described non-con disturbs you.
     Otherwise, enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Hell.
That would be the only word to describe what Tommy woke up in the morning after
he’d been knocked out by Terrance, and essentially kidnapped and hidden away in
an old facility-like building deep, deep in the countryside where no one would
find him. One whole year and nothing had changed; the same surroundings, same
sights, smells, feelings... nothing was ever different. Just a dark, dingy room
that he normally slept in alone, but shared during the day with an evil man who
was god in the world that now surrounded the thin teenager. He was barely fed,
treated like an animal most days - he might as well have been one, he sure
smelled like it after not being able to bathe in a year, stuck in the same
place since the day he’d been kidnapped... he wasn’t even sure his legs worked
anymore.
Tommy awoke with a fuzzy head and a pain in his temple as usual; Terrance was
no doctor, and thanks to him, he’d healed wrong and suffered from morning
migraines and cluster headaches ever since he’d been bashed in the head by the
selfish bastard. Tommy didn’t doubt he probably had a permanent concussion; the
world just didn’t feel the same anymore. Groaning, the boy opened his eyes for
the thousandth time to find that he was face-down on a cold, rough cement
floor, both arms tied out from either side of him to beams of concrete on both
opposite sides of the room, and completely naked. He couldn’t recall the last
time he’d been allowed to wear clothes - maybe sometime the last winter? Of
course... that was only because Terrance was gracious enough to not let him
freeze to death. He guessed it was summer, now, and he was still freezing in
the dark, dank room he called home these days.
The floor was wet and sticky; Tommy didn’t have to wonder why. He knew why. It
was the source of the stench in the room he’d gotten so used to; bodily fluids
of a broken young man - blood, sweat, saliva, tears... other things. Maybe even
some vomit; he couldn’t really remember.
Through his headache, Tommy had made a short attempt to sit up and instantly
thought against it as the bonds on his wrists pulled and caused pain to shoot
up both arms. Nearly instantly defeated, the groggy boy huffed once to blow a
greasy clump of dark hair from his forehead before sinking back to the floor,
closing his eyes and resting his cheek against the cold, wet floor; it was
vile, and the acrid scent of the stained stone assaulted his nostrils and made
his stomach churn, but god, the cold feeling definitely soothed the deep, dark
bruise he had that painted one entire side of his face. He could barely even
see out of that one eye at the moment; it was swollen and black, and partially
gummed shut with a sticky fluid - pus? Mucus? Tommy didn’t know... he wasn’t
much of a doctor, himself. He only knew that it was probably infected, and he
was surprised he wasn’t blind in that one eye yet, considering everything else.
Tired and alone, dealing with the silence that thrummed like a steady heartbeat
around him, Tommy looked back on the night before, and he groaned. He
remembered... he remembered every little detail, as he always did, and he only
expected more torture during the day. Normally, he only had about an hour of
morning daylight to himself, before Terrance came knocking with his disturbing,
manly urges and needs. Tommy wished that the man would just leave well enough
alone and let him go, but after a whole year of dealing with such a man... hope
escaped you.
He was on his knees, the night before... naked and chilled, blinking up with
round, still-childish blue eyes at the man looking above him; shirtless,
freshly shaven over the face, but his body belonged to a bear. Terrance had
leaned in close and brushed his hand gently down the length of the frail
teenager’s bare chest, tweaked his nipple a couple times to make him squirm and
squeak, before his large hand scittered down and put pressure on his groin.
Panting, bare and afraid with a man twice his size looming over his weak body,
Tommy succumbed to that familiar feeling of chilling helplessness while his
puppeteer fondled him bare. His other hand caressed his cheek, up and down with
the gentleness of a common lover’s touch, but Tommy didn’t let it sway him. He
knew this man was nothing but a snake; he had bruises, cuts and welts across
his body to prove it. His face showed the worst; that dark bruise that would
never heal, his swollen eye, and infected scratches across his face from the
rough floor whenever Terrance would plow it against the cement when he was
angry and just wanted to hurt the poor thing.
Maybe Tommy was lucky, though... until today, Terrance had never actually raped
him... just beat him up, touched him and made fun of him when he came because
he thought it was all in good fun. Tommy assumed it would never go as far as
actual sex. The touching and the emasculation was enough.
He remembered staring deep into Terrance’s eyes while the man stroked him and
he panted, and he saw insanity staring right back at him. He felt the sting of
what was probably a straight razor slipping over his ribs - it was a common
feeling he’d grown used to; even the blood seeping out felt normal to him then,
and yet at the same time, very foreign.
”Relax, baby... it’ll feel better if you just relax...” Terrance purred into
his ear, licking at his earlobe and making him shudder right then and there.
This man... was a monster; a devil. This is what hell was; what had little
Tommy ever done to deserve this?
“Look at you, precious thing... I could do anything to you right now.”
Please don’t, the boy’s thoughts would beg. Why? Because he wasn’t allowed to
speak... boy, that always really pissed Terrance off. The sound of his voice
seemed to be a trigger for the man since a few days after Tommy had literally
screamed his lungs out to be released and had driven the man insane. Now, even
a peep of a word got him punched, kicked, slapped, cut... whatever Terrance
felt like doing, he would do, so Tommy learned to ignore his urges and shut up.
He hadn’t talked in a total of three whole months since the last time he’d
slipped up. His voice was no doubt as scratchy and powdery as pumice by now.
Tommy’s thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a shuffle behind him, and he
realized he wasn’t alone. Nothing could hide the shudder that went through his
little body, but he’d at least managed to hide the whimper that had threatened
to escape him.
”That’s a good boy...” he heard Terrance’s voice ripple from the shadows,
chilling him down to his marrow. He could’ve kicked himself for not realizing
that Terrance was in the room with him, but it really didn’t matter now... his
personal time was up; it was time to play. He could hear the other man’s slow,
heavy breathing as he stepped forward to his prone form, and Tommy tensed up
from the fear as always, ready and not ready all at the same time to be touched
by his rough hands.
Even though he tried not to be shocked, a jerk cracked through Tommy’s body as
he felt Terrance’s calloused hand brush his leg, up from his calf to his thigh,
squeezing the soft skin and teasing him; testing him. Tommy’s body trembled -
after a whole year, you would choose to guess that maybe he’d gotten used to
this and grown numb to it all, but he hadn’t. Every day was just as scary as
the last. His hands were bound too tight for him to be able to react in
defense, as they always were, so Tommy was just as helpless as ever, here. He
was completely at this man’s mercy, and they both knew it...
Terrance’s hand had creeped up and was now lingering on his ass, and Tommy
jerked once again, this time voicing a little whine. Terrance liked those. Not
words, but sounds, ones that he could definitely get off to. But not a word;
not a single plead or cry, or the poor, scared little boy would pay for it.
Terrance squeezed his ass and caused Tommy to groan; he was no doubt beholding
his prize that he had so selfishly taken a year ago. Tommy was not supposed to
belong to him, and yet he did... that was the price of the apocalypse, it
seemed. He’d murdered his father and whisked him away to forever violate him to
the point where Tommy’s mind was only ever stuck on him and nothing else. And
the worst part; no one was coming for him. No one...
He could feel Terrance leaning over him; both the heat of his body and the
scratch of the hair that hid his chest against his back; he really didn’t need
to see him to know that he was completely naked. That was new... Terrance was
only ever shirtless, but as far as things went, he’d never taken his pants off,
not even when Tommy could clearly see the man was struggling with arousal in
the dimness of his prison while he touched him and whispered all sorts of
horrible things to him. He felt bile rise in his throat at the feeling of the
other man’s cock pressed against his lower back; Terrance was aroused.
Tommy was very scared, now.
What are you going to do to me?; Tommy wanted to ask, now trembling like a leaf
beneath Terrance’s heavy body as he was beginning to very softly grind himself
against his soft skin, grunting in his ear and licking his earlobe, making it
feel soggy and gross. But, no... he knew better. He wasn’t allowed to speak,
and so he wouldn’t... he couldn’t. He just allowed what happened to happen,
even if he was predicting the worst outcome. Terrance had never raped him
before; he’d never even attempted to do such a thing. Tommy was still a virgin
- he was terrified.
Poor Tommy was very small compared to Terrance because of the malnourishment;
he was very tall, but as far as weights differed, as well as body mass,
Terrance was a giant, and he was just a twig that he could snap beneath his
heel if he found the reason to... Tommy prayed he never had the chance to get
angry enough to try to snap his spine in half. He felt  one of Terrance’s
massive arms wrap beneath his stomach and hoist his back half up so that this
rear end was up in the air and his lower end was pressed against the floor, his
face shoved roughly against the cement. Tommy groaned once more, closing his
eyes and shivering while the rough terrain beneath him dug painfully into his
knees and stung his pale skin. He didn’t need to be able to tell the future to
know what was going to eventually happen... he wanted to beg for mercy, but he
didn’t dare. If he pissed Terrance off now... god have mercy on his poor soul.
One of Terrance’s hands dipped beneath Tommy’s pelvis and made a quick B-line
for his groin. He chuckled in Tommy’s ear as he groaned while his fingers
curled around his cock and began to pull; being so gentle it could be imagined
as an intimate moment between him and someone he trusted, but he wouldn’t
confuse himself like that. This was torture, and that is what it would always
be, regardless of how it felt.
”You’re big for a little boy..” Terrance purred. Tommy felt sick, swallowing
much more frequently as he could feel the last bits of food in his stomach
rising with nothing but stomach acid to burn his throat. He could feel his
cheeks burning from Terrance’s words, feeling a very large amount of self-
consciousness amongst everything else. His body had definitely changed since he
was thirteen... he’d had two whole years of freedom before the day he’d been
kidnapped, and now Terrance was getting to see what he’d wanted to see all
along. A matured, young man... pretty like his mom; a toy for his own pleasure.
Terrance released his cock a moment later, and Tommy sighed heavily, relaxing
only a bit as a hand simply rested on his ass again before he was confused by
an odd little sound... much like a shampoo bottle being opened.
The poor kid was suddenly shocked when he felt an oddly slicked finger - as
though it had been doused in oil - brush against his anus before it was making
its way inside him, causing him to gasp once before he had to clench his teeth
to keep from screaming from the sudden discomfort he felt, instead only whining
and practically kissing the floor as his ass raised higher and his torso only
went lower by an instinctive reaction. Terrance seemed to like this very much,
as he chuckled deeply at him, and began to slide his wide finger in and out of
the tight opening, causing a disgusting feeling to pulse right through the
starved kid he was assaulting.
Tommy had never experienced something like this; nothing foreign ever went near
that spot of him before, and now this? He’d only just begun to get used to
Terrance’s first finger before a second one was suddenly being forced inside of
him; working in and out of him, stretching him. It felt unnatural and painful;
it was beginning to sting, but of course Terrance was showing no sympathy or
mercy... he never did. He seemed to be happy with how much he was causing poor
Tommy to writhe around his two fingers, even eventually adding in a third one
that definitely hurt, as Tommy suddenly shouted dryly in pain and shook so
violently he might’ve been able to snap his own bones with the force.
“Good boy... let it all out,” Terrance falsely praised with laughter in his
tone while he made this kid suffer, pushing his fingers in and out of his ass,
making tears begin to form hot and burning in Tommy’s blue eyes. The room
didn’t feel so cold anymore... Tommy was beginning to sweat, and he could feel
Terrance’s body heat against his back from where their skin had begun to bond
with the sticky moisture. He almost began to gag.
The pain lasted for a while, and Tommy was beginning to think he was going to
pass out before Terrance suddenly curled his fingers sideways and applied
pressure to a spot that caused Tommy’s back to cave downward and a very rugged
moan to escape him like a scream. He had to close his eyes to witness the stars
shooting behind them, the pleasure from the gesture causing his cock to twitch
and become partially hard. He didn’t understand what Terrance had done, barely
aware of most of his own inner anatomy, but Terrance knew and it was safe to
say he was extremely proud of himself as he’d just found the kid’s prostate.
“You liked that, huh?” Terrance growled into Tommy’s ear while he panted and
sweated and even partially drooled, feeling betrayed by his own body for the
suddenly pleasurable sensation that had cut through the pain. He couldn’t
answer, so Terrance immediately went on to say, “I think you’re ready.”
Tommy didn’t need to ask what he meant. He almost collapsed weakly against the
floor while Terrance pulled all three fingers from being knuckles-deep in his
tight depth and moved away from him for a moment so that he didn’t have his
body to support him, but that didn’t last for very long. The uncomfortably
tight feeling of the man’s fingers disappearing had been a blessing, but it was
almost immediately replaced by the hot feeling of the other man’s cock suddenly
being forced agonizingly slowly into his unwilling body.
Tommy cried out as the massive object was forced into his innards at such a
slow pace, making him feel every detail as it became a part of him slow and
steady, causing nothing short of agony. This was nothing like his fingers... it
felt like a massive pole being forced into his body, like he was being impaled
to death, and he naievely believed that Terrance would kill him like this. He
could at least feel that Terrance had slicked himself up with whatever had made
his fingers feel so oily before, but it barely helped... it felt so wrong and
painful, there was no good description for it.
Terrance leaned himself over him while he continued to slowly insert himself
into his body until finally - finally - all of his massive form was inside of
him, and he paused to lick at Tommy’s damp neck while sweat poured into the
kid’s eyes and slid down his body; he felt feverish and faint, and yet his body
wouldn’t grant him the blessing of falling unconscious. He had to suffer this;
suffer all of it.
”You’re goddamn beautiful...” Terrance growled and panted against his neck, as
if he were already close to halfway finished. “Fuck, you feel good.”
Stop talking to me, Tommy nearly gained the courage to scream, but the words
got trapped in his shrinking throat. His sick feeling had not yet abated, and
he swore he nearly vomited from the sudden lash of pain when Terrance shifted
his body behind him and yanked his cock at his insides, feeling as though he
were about to rip everything inside of him out.
“Relax, baby,” Terrance hushed Tommy just as the boy had whimpered while he
tightly clutched his hips and began to draw himself out of his ass just
partially. The insertion itself had been painful, but this was much, much
worse. His assumptions had been answered - this felt like Terrance was gutting
him right through his rectum and nearly made him scream. He barely had time to
get used to that jolt before Terrance’s fingers clenched tightly around his
waist again and he drove himself right back inside of him, beginning to rape
him earnestly. Tommy wouldn’t even deny that he began to cry silently while the
older, larger man held his waist so firmly in his hands and began to drive
himself in and out of him and causing him an unrelenting feeling of torturous
pain while getting off from it on his own. He couldn’t begin to describe how it
truly felt; it burned, it ached, he felt like he was going to die.
The pain was echoed by the stinging sensation he felt in his knees while
Terrance roughly pounded him across the floor, causing the rough cement to dig
into his skin and make him bleed while his body rocked with Terrance’s
thrusting motions. Tommy was beginning to grunt and groan, but it sounded
pathetic and sad... it was the sound of pure, unending torture.
”You like that?” Terrance hissed while he assaulted his ass mercilessly,
panting and grunting against his skin, blanketing Tommy in his hot breath and
sweat. One of his large arms was wrapped beneath his stomach while his other
was planted against the floor to give him all the leverage he needed to hit
deep within the thin teenager he was abusing. Tommy only cried, filled with an
animalistic sense of fear, driven by the smell of commingled sweat, as well as
his own blood rising back up to his nostrils from the floor he was having a
intimate moment with between Terrance raping him right into it.
He was shocked when Terrance had repositioned his hand and actually wrapped it
tightly around Tommy’s cock again, groaning pleasurably as he began to roughly
pull and stroke the poor boy, successfully awakening a part of his anatomy he
wished he could forget, or even lose just for the moment. He hardened in
Terrance’s hand, pleasing the male while he pushed into him, then brought his
hand down as he withdrew; scraping, pushing, rubbing, abusing. Terrance was
slobbering and licking his neck.
Terrance began to spread Tommy’s legs further and hold him nearly upright as he
pounded hard into him, never once being silent with each violent insertion of
his cock, yanking roughly against Tommy’s with one hand while his other
eventually went up and wrapped tight around the bawling boy’s throat, severing
his oxygen with every lengthened thrust inward and making him choke and gasp
while his face went red. His nose ran with his eyes, soaking his face with
mucus and tears, making him a mess. Terrance was hitting his prostate again,
and amidst all the pain were those heavy shocks of pleasure that made his cock
twitch and throb and his body ache with a sensation he’d never experienced up
until now.
He couldn’t open his eyes, not any longer. There was too much pain and pleasure
mixed as one; he could barely breathe between his crying and Terrance’s choke-
hold and his quick, hard thrusts, growing more and more beastly with each
passing moment.
It didn’t take very long before Tommy was crying out helplessly as Terrance
gave one more heavy pull on his length and ripped his orgasm from him; his own
hot fluids spirting out from him and coating his stomach, dripping back down to
the floor and adding to the scent of sex. He moaned and wailed with each shock
of the heavy orgasm, made much more intense by the abuse to his prostrate while
Terrance only continued to fuck him with a new sort of animalistic intensity,
throbbing inside of him and warning his own orgasm without words.
He was full-on strangling Tommy by the time he’d finally reached his limit and
was spilling his own orgasm into the boy’s ass. Terrance was scratching his
throat with his uncomfortably long nails, nearly screaming in his ear with his
ghastly groans while he filled the smaller young man with his hot seed. It
rocked harshly through both of them, but finally, after what seemed like
forever, Terrance was done and was releasing Tommy, allowing him to breathe
while fresh, bloodied scratches on his neck bled and made him feel even hotter
and stung his throat, added to by the uncomfortable fullness he felt in his
rectum.
Terrance oh-so-graciously allowed Tommy to collapse against the floor, sprawled
out and panting, barely half conscious after the horrendous assault that stole
his virginity, as well as his innocence. He continued to cry softly from being
so defeated by Terrance while he pulled out from inside him, the massive man
grunting in satisfaction, Tommy only whimpering in discomfort and helplessness.
”Such a good boy...” Terrance whispered to Tommy, petting his hair. All Tommy
could register was the feeling of the other male’s hot seed slowly dripping
from within him and joining his blood as a small, vile puddle on the floor. He
could taste the mixture of his tears and mucus in his mouth, all salty and
bittersweet while he jerked away from the man who had just marked him his whore
with this ghastly act, and curled around himself in a tight, trembling ball. He
wanted a shower, to wash away the horror that he’d just experienced; he wanted
his dad to protect him... he wanted his mom.
He wanted... somebody. Anybody.
Anybody but Terrance.
He didn’t have much longer to suffer through his inner thoughts; he heard
Terrance redressing himself with the clothes he’d probably removed when Tommy
had at first been sleeping, but even that faded into nothingness as the world
went dark, and he fell asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     The spoiler here is that it doesn’t get any better, later.
***** Wakey Wakey *****
Chapter Summary
     Tommy has a very rude awakening, but his torture may soon be drawing
     to a close.
     Maybe.
Chapter Notes
     More graphic rape; oral. Plus the use of a ball gag.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Tommy woke up a while after, exhausted from the... events... he’d been through
hours before.
He cringed inwardly at his thoughts, wanting to kick himself right in the sore
rear for being so incompetent.
Say rape, Tommy.Say it.
What he woke up on felt much different from the concrete floor he’d grown so
used to, and without even opening his eyes, he realized that he’d woken up on
top of Terrance - Terrance was sleeping.
Refusing to open his eyes for the longest moment, Tommy tried his hands - he
was on his back, which meant his hands had been unbound for him to be flipped
over; he wanted to see if they still were. They were not - they were bound by
what felt like a very thick rope; it scratched his wrists and was tied far too
tight to give the chance for any sort of give so that he could escape. It
wasn’t only that that bothered him, though; there was something very heavy
around his neck, and it was only what he could assume to be a collar.
A dog’s collar.
How fitting, was his sour thought.
Terrance’s breathing was heavy, but very slow and relaxed, which gave Tommy the
indication that he was still asleep. He was thankful for that, at least, but
there really wasn’t much else to be happy about. He’d wake up eventually, and
then a whole new hall of horror would be explored, now that he had been
demonstrated Terrance’s other plethora of abilities to bring him pain. He
shivered at the memory, partially wanting to just believe that it had all been
a bad dream, but that was before he shifted slightly and had to bite his lip to
keep from screaming aloud in pain from all the discomfort that small movement
had caused him.
His back and legs ached, and he could distinctly feel an array of pulled
muscles up his sides and in his shoulders and thighs, tripling that ache into
the measure of agony. Though at the same time, all that pain was barely
noticeable compared to the pain in his groin and ass from being abused so
harshly by the man beneath him. Tommy forced his eyes open, and found that he
was still in the same room; the only change was that Terrance was sleeping in
it, and he was sleeping on him.
It didn’t really make a difference. It still felt like a nasty, dark, cold
prison cell, one he still wished he could somehow escape.
Tommy didn’t have very much extra time to continue thinking to himself before
he felt his rapist shift beneath him, and then suddenly both of his arms were
wrapping tightly around his stomach and pulling him close, putting pressure
right where it hurt. Big mistake; Tommy was still nauseous, and had to press
his tongue hard against the roof of his mouth to keep from throwing up
everywhere. Terrance said nothing, but began to kiss at his earlobes, then his
neck, relentlessly going at his skin with open-mouthed, sloppy kisses. In that
moment, an odd thought crossed his mind, one that Tommy had never really
thought on much before, and before he could really catch himself... he spoke.
“Terrance?” He asked in his now gravely voice, having only been used to scream
and whimper in the past few months, it hurt to talk. He felt Terrance’s kissing
suddenly stop, and was less than surprised to hear him growl angrily from
behind him before he was suddenly being tossed off of him and onto the floor.
Tommy yelped softly as he back hit the floor, and suddenly Terrance was
straddling his waist, his heavy weight pressed against his fragile body and
making Tommy feel as though the circulation had been cut out of his body at his
hips. He blinked fearfully up at Terrance; Terrance blinked back, and then
suddenly he backhanded the kid.
Tommy grunted as his head jerked to the side, his tongue instinctively poking
at the corner of his lip where it split from the hit, and he’d mostly given up
on asking anything because of Terrance’s outburst, but Terrance surprised him
by saying,
“What, runt?”
Ah. It was no longer ‘baby’ anymore... probably because Terrance was agitated.
Tommy decided he’d rather be called ‘runt’ than ‘baby’ anyday. Anyhow, he felt
a jolt of excitement through his fear when he finally blinked past the daze of
the slap he’d received and realized that Terrance was giving him permission to
speak. That spark of excitement, however, was then doused with ice cold water
when while waiting for him to speak, Terrance took the opportunity to lean
forward and begin sucking harshly at his neck until it bruised, sucking his
words right out of it for just a moment.
“Terrance... wh-.. why me?” He stammered through Terrance’s sudden neck abuse,
hissing between his teeth every few moments when his rough tongue stung his
skin as it lapped against the open scratches left from his nails digging
against his throat as he’d raped him, earlier. “Why do you want to hurt me?”
“You looked like your Mama,” Terrance answered between sucking his neck wounds
and kissing every other open part of his throat. Tommy panted as he did, trying
to keep his thoughts clear so that he could continue his questions, as that
answer only confused him even more. He looked like his mom - why was that
significant to Terrance wanting to hurt him? What did his mother do that made
Terrance’s grudge carry off from her, onto the child she’d never interacted
with because she died before she could even look at the infant?
“What does that mean?” Tommy asked in a trembling voice; between the constant
pressure of kisses and stings on his neck and the pain in his body, he couldn’t
speak very loud at all. He heard Terrance sigh, almost growling, while he sat
up and added more pressure to the smaller boy’s waist, making him whimper while
the large man began stroking meaty palms down his bare chest; resembling thin,
pale rice paper stretched over a rib cage at this point.
“Your momma and I had a connection since we were kids. Your daddy ruined
everything, and then got her pregnant. But you know what?”
Tommy was afraid to ask what, but with locked lips, only nodded his head to
urge Terrance on to finish explaining.
“At least she was still here. She married that paranoid freak; let him fuck her
and mess up her body, but she was still alive. Then you fucking killed her.”
Tommy felt a lump suddenly grow in his throat, and in an instant he had
defended, “I never knew my mom!”
“Doesn’t fucking matter. She bled to death because of you, runt. You deserve a
good, long punishment for that.”
Terrance was making Tommy cry again. While tears began to leak from his eyes
and he began to sniffle, Terrance began to lick circles over his neck, panting
hot breath against his skin, groaning close to his ears as he made wet, sloppy
trails upward, and then back down all over again. He did this all the while he
was pressing heavy hands against his chest, weighing on the poor kid’s ribs and
really giving him the feeling that they were about to break. Terrance was
making him feel dirty, guilty... deep down, he felt like the scum of the earth;
a murderer. He wasn’t, he couldn’t have controlled what happened to his mom on
the day of his birth, but that didn’t change the fact that Terrance was
convincing him that it truly was all his fault.
I killed my mom.
“Her death made you angry..” Tommy croaked, hiccuping on a little sob while
Terrance sat himself back up, glaring down at him with evil eyes. He didn’t
speak for a good, long moment, and that made Tommy very, very nervous.
“Damn right... but then you grew up, and it wasn’t so bad anymore...”
The smirk Terrance suddenly wore terrified Tommy; the pressure Terrance was
applying to his chest suddenly turned to petting again; petting down, down,
down toward his groin. Tommy was beginning to panic beneath him, wanting to
continue the conversation to save himself from whatever Terrance wanted to do
to him.
“What do you mean?”
“You look just like her... you have such beautiful eyes.. a beautiful body. I
wanted to just... fuck you up...”
He was insane. Tommy had always known that, but now it was even truer than it
had ever been. The way he spoke hid nothing; he’d been molesting him since he
was only five years old, and yet he saw a beautiful woman’s body? He’d
basically admitted he’d wanted to torture him and use him since he was a
child... all because his mom died.
“So you killed my Pa... and you kidnapped me.”
“Mhmm...”
“You’re a fucking psycho.”
“Mm. Maybe.”
Suddenly, Terrance forced both hands hard against the center of his chest,
pushing the air right out of Tommy’s lungs for a moment and making him gasp
deeply before the massive man began to quickly undo his pants and tug down his
underwear, grunting and huffing beneath his breath. In an instant, Tommy was
panicking, knowing good and well that he probably shouldn’t have said what he
said, but now it was too late to go back on it. By the time he caught his
breath and could focus on Terrance once more, he had his pants completely
undone and his boxers down and was sporting a full erection and an angry snarl,
striking fear right into the center of Tommy’s heart.
“Open.” The man snapped, reaching out with one hand and seizing Tommy’s face in
a painfully tight grip, forcing the boy to stop squirming unless he hungered
for a broken jaw. The poor teenager had no doubt in his mind that he could
definitely do that if he wished it so. Tommy decided to shake his head ‘no’; it
wasn’t much of an attempt to stop whatever was going to happen, but he was
afraid to do anything else. In reaction, Terrance squeezed his jaw tighter in
his palm, grinding it back and forth and causing Tommy to squirm, feeling the
bones beneath his skin screaming for release from the painful pressure.
“Open. Your. Mouth.” Terrance demanded deeply in a firm, cajoling tone, making
it clear he would not take no for an answer. To emphasize this, he slid himself
up further so that he was now basically straddling the teen’s chest, and bumped
the front of his dick forcefully against Tommy’s still-closed lips. “You need
your mouth washed out after that bit, you ungrateful whore.”
Terrance’s engorged body part carried a stench, and it was safe to assume that
he definitely had not washed off after raping him just hours beforehand. He
smelled very heavily of sweat, as well as a very pungent smell Tommy had never
smelled before, but he had an idea of where it came from, and it sickened him
to think that that may be something he would be tasting as well in a few
moments. Given the circumstances, he didn’t doubt that Terrance was planning to
rape his mouth with or without his consent; the pressure he was slowly adding
to his jaw gave him the idea that he’d make him suffer through it with a broken
jaw if he didn’t obey. Trembling beneath the man straddling him, he reluctantly
opened his mouth for him and awaited what was coming, staring up at Terrance
with the most pathetic gaze he’d ever given, but the man seemed unphased, only
pleased that he was getting what he wanted.
“That’s a good boy..” he praised, releasing his jaw to allow the boy to open
his mouth a bit wider for him while enabling himself to begin stroking his hair
very gently. “Just like that...”
“You so much as think about biting me and I’ll ram a pike into your temple.”
Terrance threatened with an obvious angry bite in his tone, all the while he
was now squeezing Tommy’s shoulder painfully hard in one hand so that any
struggling he might’ve done would be in vain, while his other hand was being
used to guide his cock toward Tommy’s mouth before slowly sliding it inside.
Instantly the teenager was revolted and had to shut his eyes to avoid watching
the larger man’s pelvis crawl closer and closer to his face while he continued
to shove his length deeper into his mouth, nearly about to go straight down his
throat before he decided to stop halfway.
The smell itself was awful enough, but the taste of an unwashed male was even
worse than he could have ever imagined. He wouldn’t move his head at all, not
at first, only because he was desperately trying to fight down the bile that
was rising in his throat and threatening to be expelled all over both of them.
His eyes were watering, and once again he was bordering beginning to sob,
gagging softly and doing his best to just get through this...
Part of him wondered if biting might be a fair chance to take, but instantly he
rethought his decision, knowing that Terrance would probably stay true to his
threat about shoving a sharp blade of metal into his skull. Terrance inched his
cock farther into his mouth to the point where the tip just barely brushed the
back of Tommy’s throat, and the poor kid let out a very heavy gag that almost
caused him to vomit. He hesitantly raised his eyes to the man looking down upon
him, and caught his threatening glare... that pike didn’t seem too far away.
He had to desperately force himself to focus on something other than not
throwing up, as he could see that Terrance was getting impatient, and the more
he focused on his nausea, the more likely he was to be sick. It took him a
longer moment to finally make up his mind before he began bobbing his head
around the man’s cock, cringing at the bitter taste of the little bit of pre-
cum he could feel sliding down the back of his tongue and down his throat, but
once he started, he knew he couldn’t stop. He wanted to - God knows he wanted
to - but as soon as he made the choice to obey, Terrance was grabbing his hair
and forcing himself further and further into his mouth, thrusting his hips
earnestly and eliminating the need for Tommy to suck him off on his own.
Tommy couldn’t hold back the loud groan that broke through him as Terrance
forced his cock further down his throat, making him gag and whine and cry while
he literally pet his cheek with one hand and yanked hard at his hair with the
other; pushing with his hips, pulling with his hands, cutting off Tommy’s
airway as the large obstruction was pushed far past his tonsils to the point
where the boy was being forced to swallow it down over and over again. Not that
he even could swallow; he was drooling because there was nowhere for the excess
saliva to go, it was just running down the sides of his face and into his hair,
along with his tears.
“Fuck, yes; just like that..” Terrance panted, sounding close to his orgasm
just as he had hours before as he’d raped him. He’d reached a brutal pace at
this point, forcing his cock that much deeper into Tommy’s mouth and down his
throat into the tight cavity of his neck where it was throbbing and gagging him
as it moved in and out quickly. His nose was becoming sore as Terrance had
finally forced his entire length into his mouth and was hitting his pelvis
against it, making poor Tommy’s nose red and paving the way for a pretty
sizable bruise later on from how brutally his face was meeting the massive
man’s pelvis with every violent thrust forward.
Tommy really didn’t get much warning after that; he got a few short, ragged
gasps before suddenly he was being forced all the way forward and forced to
swallow down Terrance’s entire shaft until he was suddenly unloading into his
throat, making him to swallow every last bitter drop of his seed to avoid
choking before he ripped his cock from Tommy’s mouth violently and suddenly
released his hair, catching the teen off guard and causing the back of his head
to hit roughly against the floor - something he barely noticed, as he was far
too busy choking on the warm fluid in his throat and spitting some of it back
up onto the floor beside him, coughing and spluttering. He tried to spit out
the rancid flavor before he had much time to register it, but it wasn’t much
use. It coated his tongue and made his mouth feel sticky and dirty.
“No more talking.” Terrance grunted in satisfaction as he shifted his hips,
looking pleased with what he’d done while he began to crawl from on top of
Tommy’s chest and sit up on the floor on his knees, letting Tommy curl back
into a shaking ball as he tried to regain control of his poor stomach, which
was still trying to expel all the fluid it had taken by force. Through his
efforts to not be violently ill, he felt himself slipping into unconsciousness
again from exhaustion, but Terrance seemed to have noticed before he truly fell
asleep, because suddenly the thin boy was being alarmed awake by an angry hiss
and a slap to the face, forcing his eyes to open wide - well, one of them, the
bruised one barely opening at all - and a yip of terror and pain to arise from
his throat.
“Don’t fucking fall asleep, I’m not done with you.” Terrance barked, and out of
habit... Tommy obeyed. He kept his eyes clear on his rapist while he reached
deep into his back pocket and retrieved a little object; black straps with a
colored ball, shining happily at him in whatever light was mysteriously seeping
into his room from the tiniest little hint of a window far up the furthest
wall. “You’re about to learn how to respect my rules.”
Terrance raised the item in his hand and shook it teasingly, smirking. Tommy
couldn’t tell what it was... he’d never really seen anything like it.
“Know what this is?” He was required to answer, but he knew the question was
mostly rhetorical... of course he didn’t know what it was; he didn’t really
know what he knew or didn’t know anymore, his mind was so fuddled from the
whole year he’d spent with no access to anything except his rank cell of Hell.
He shook his head ‘no’, and Terrance grinned with delight.
“I’m getting real sick of hearing that pretty little mouth make words it’s
shouldn’t,” he sighed, patting his bruised cheek non-too-gently with his heavy
hand and causing Tommy to flinch and whimper softly in pain, “and I think this
is gonna fix that problem real fast.”
Tommy had the overwhelming urge to be cheeky and demand to know what it was,
but he knew better than to push Terrance that far. The man was already pissed
as it was; he showed it through causing Tommy more humiliation, and himself
more pleasure. That’s how this sick freak operated... he knew that from
constant first-hand experience. Without another moment’s hesitation, Terrance
leaned forward and tightly secured what was a brightly colored ball gag over
Tommy’s head, popping the oversized ball into his mouth and causing the
confused boy to grunt softly.
He lapped his tongue against the foreign object obscuring his mouth and
instantly regretted that choice, as it tasted faintly of must and very heavily
of mud... it definitely wasn’t fresh and could’ve at least been rinsed off
first; not that anything really would be in the apocalypse. Terrance tightened
it accordingly, and only after a few moments, was smirking down at Tommy while
he dealt with the initial ache of not being allowed to close his mouth; he
tried a few times, but only bit down painfully hard onto hot pink plastic and
snagged his tongue a couple times by mistake.
“That’s good, very good..” Terrance finally sighed, patting Tommy’s cheek
again. “How does that feel?”
Tommy glared. Terrance beamed.
He wanted to beat the everliving shit out of this man.
Chapter End Notes
     Sighs...
     This poor, poor little angel.
***** What An Expensive Fate *****
Chapter Summary
     Maybe Tommy had just found his saving grace...
Chapter Notes
     Sorry I haven’t updated in a while! Been very busy, but will
     hopefully be back with regular updates very soon!!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“I like you like this, Tommy...” Terrance purred softly while he stroked the
boy’s flaccid cock, making it rise and harden in his hand and smirking while
Tommy was powerless with his back pressed against the cement floor, glaring at
him through his one good eye, licking the large pink ball secured in his mouth
defiantly.
“You’re such a good boy... don’t you like this? Nobody’s ever touched you like
I have.. I know you’re enjoying this, I can feel it. You’ve needed this. You
need me.”
Slicked fingers circled Tommy’s still-sore anus, before thrusting into him and
making him wail in pain, tears and mucus streaking his face, before Terrance’s
fingers flicked right against his prostate and made him howl with pleasure
instead.
“Your Daddy would be so disappointed... you’re my bitch now; my whore. Imagine
the look on his face, if he could just see you now, his pretty little Tommy
moaning and screaming for more, getting all wet and messy for his Daddy’s best
friend... would your Mommy love you after that? Do you think she’d cry? The
little baby boy she died for is just a little slut.”
He thrust his fingers against his prostate again with reckless abandon. Tommy
moaned and sobbed and squirmed.
“You’re screaming for me; you’re howling for me, baby. You love this. Daddy
can’t save you... Mommy can’t save you... I’m gonna take you to a nice, lonely
place where no one will ever find you. You’re mine. You could’ve been a fine
young man, but look at you... weak,”
Tommy wailed.
“Alone...”
Tommy moaned.
“A perfect little slave.”
Terrance boomed with heavy laughter as Tommy gave a few final gasps and a long,
raspy, crying moan before he came all over himself, coating his bare stomach
while he panted and moaned as Terrance slipped his fingers from inside of him
and released his cock from his hold, happy with what he’d done. He stopped
supporting the weak kid’s body and let him slump down to the floor, standing
and suddenly looking very serious while he wiped excess semen from his hands
with a little handkerchief, gazing up to the little slot window high above
them, filtering early daylight into the room and hot summer heat. He wished he
could continue to cause the now sniffling boy at his feet more pain and
humiliation, but he knew it was time for them to go. He was sadistic, but he
wasn’t stupid.
Z’s hadn’t been much of a problem for them since the day he’d first locked
Tommy away a year ago, which was a good thing, as a lot of the doors of the
factorial building Terrance had been keeping Tommy hidden away in were broken
and offered easy access to things outside; those things used to most commonly
be birds and maybe a few slow zombies, but after a few days of raping Tommy
rather than only molesting him, Terrance had found that more and more Z’s were
coming in when his back was turned, and more recently, he’d left Tommy one day
to look over the hills and realized they were coming from a sort of swarm of
them, heading right for them in a slow fashion. They were getting close, and
though this seemed like the perfect prison... even an evil man like Terrance
had the sense to understand that it was time to move on to avoid being eaten.
“Sit up, its not nap time,” he grunted, glaring down at Tommy who had closed
his eyes while cowering before his abuser, crouching down and grabbing the thin
boy’s bony shoulder and hoisting him up into an obviously uncomfortable sitting
position before he really had much of a chance to sit up, himself. Tommy
grunted in pain and stared hazily at Terrance, still coated thickly with his
own ejaculate, which was uncomfortable enough, but was beginning to cool off
and become even more nauseating to feel slowly oozing down his bare skin.
“I’m gonna get you dressed and put you on a leash. I expect you to behave,
don’t talk to strangers, and keep the hell up with me. No tripping over your
own fucking feet, or I’ll feed you to the next zombie we see, got me?”
Tommy could only nod quickly in understanding, trying to hide his excitement.
Sure, he still wasn’t in the best situation, but after a whole year, he was
going outside. Not only that, but after a few days of being stuck with that
uncomfortably massive ball gag in his mouth during most times of the day except
for the few times he was fed, his jaw was aching with horrendous pain, and he
couldn’t deny that he would be elated to finally have it taken out. To make
matters better? Clothes. When was the last time he wore actual clothes? If he
were a dog, his tail would be wagging.
“That’s a very good boy,” Terrance praised, stroking Tommy’s hair before he
reached off to his side and snatched a rough-looking pets leash from the floor,
concentrating while he hooked it onto the collar Tommy wore, admiring his work
once he was done. Saying nothing, he went on to gently remove the gag from
Tommy’s mouth, slipping the ball out of his oral cavity and allowing him to
close it, finally. It closed with a very audible click, paired with a very deep
cringe by Tommy from the pain that shot up through his jaw, but he managed to
keep a semi-strong facade.
He was instructed to stay put while Terrance retrieved his supplies and a
change of clothes for him, and of course Tommy obeyed, rocking back and forth
on his very sore rear in waiting for his rapist to return to cut the rope that
bound his wrists, to dress him, and to take him outside... away from here,
finally. Of course, it mattered to Tommy that he was still under Terrance’s
control, but there was nothing he could do about it.. he tried not to let it
get him down; instead, he tried to imagine what fresh air smelled like after
being so long without it... hell, he was even looking forward to the bright
summer sunlight burning his eyes while his feet touched the grass. He wanted a
sunburn on his skin. He wanted to see his skin turn pink after being so pale
for so long.
Terrance returned soon after, a bag hoisted over one shoulder while his other
was balancing a change of clothes for Tommy, and a sharpened pocket knife was
perched delicately between his fingers; surprising, considering nothing about
Terrance was exactly ‘delicate’. His silence disturbed Tommy while he crouched
in front of him once more, first wiping him clean with a wet cloth, pressing a
cold-watered tissue to the bruise on his face and nose to reduce the swelling,
and began to saw through his ropes in silence. His arm restraints came next;
the ropes that secured him to the concrete beams at either side of him were
broken, and finally Tommy was feee, while not being free at all.
“These should fit you..” Terrance grunted, dropping the muddle of clothes on
his shoulder onto the floor, his dark eyes flicking up to meet Tommy’s light,
still very-innocent blue ones. “Get dressed, runt.”
Tommy obeyed. He always obeyed. It had only taken a few choice days, but once
Terrance gained the habit of raping both his ass and his mouth, and using his
body against him, the pain shaped the young boy right up to obey Terrance more
to avoid more torment. He’d been conditioned to expect suffering unless he did
well to quiet down and do as he was told; though he still got brutally raped
either way. It didn’t take very long before one day, poor Tommy noticed blood
in some of the ejaculate that had seeped from him after Terrance finished
raping him; that had scared the poor thing half to death, because he knew it
was his blood. Terrance had torn him up, and basically raped him right into
submission.
He slowly pulled on the clothes Terrance had had on-hand, taking a bit of time
considering his body was sore and every move was very comparable to agony. He
groaned and whined from his pulled muscles, but he managed on his own under
Terrance’s hateful, watching eyes. A grey camo shirt and a pair of slightly
heavy trousers; of course he was commando, and there was a brown scarf to
perfectly disguise the collar around his neck.
What, you don’t want people to know what a good little slut I am? You don’t
want to show me off like a dog? Huh?
Tommy didn’t dare complain, though. Why would he? He was clothed, he was going
outside... he was finally going to taste freedom on the tip of his tongue, and
feel hopeful again, even if it didn’t last very long before Terrance found
another suitable place to stash him away and torture him. Right then, in that
very moment... Tommy was excited. Terrance didn’t seem so happy to have Tommy
wearing clothes, but it wasn’t like he could have him walking around naked, as
much as Tommy figured he probably would’ve enjoyed seeing that. With a heavy
huff, Terrance apparently decided that they’d wasted enough time, and without a
single word, he pocketed his knife and put an arm around Tommy’s waist, helping
him up to his feet and steadying him as he wobbled, but only waited until he
was completely steady before he released him and instead grabbed hold of the
leash that was connected to his concealed dog collar, half-snarling, half-
smirking at his little boy pet.
“Time to find us a new home.”
There was an old high school he’d heard word about not far off from where he
and Tommy were currently. With any (un)luck, that’s exactly where he’d conceal
him again.
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Four sat in one vehicle, three sat in another. Somehow, six people had gotten
themselves mixed up in a race for the human race itself to transport one across
the whole country, and though that problem seemed pretty stretched on its own,
there was much more that was about to be added, and it all started with a very
unpretty sight that an old hippy who dabbled in psychedelics noticed as he
drove the first truck carrying two young women and a man ahead of a heavier,
dark vehicle, away from the high school that had ended up being a whole hodge
podge of nasty disappointment.
“The hell..?” The old man had muttered to himself, leaning slightly forward
while he drove slowly onward, coming up on what he saw. A larger man, leading a
much smaller one - most likely a young boy - by what appeared to be almost a
worn leather strap. Odd enough already, but what really concerned him was the
smaller one; the boy. He had his head down to the dirt, covered in fairly heavy
clothing despite the sweltering heat minus the gray camo he wore, and he seemed
to be limping, nearly being dragged by the leash the other man held.
It didn’t look good; Doc directed his gaze to the rearview mirror of the truck
he was driving to inspect the other passengers, and they seemed to be just as
confused, and they were all looking expectantly at him with the exact same
unsure expression he himself wore. Quickly, he had to make a choice, and as
they came up closer to the concerning pair... he made the choice to slowly
bring the truck to a stop. The brakes squealed softly, and that definitely
seemed to capture the larger man’s attention, as he was full-on glaring at the
halted vehicle while Doc cautiously began to crank the window down, poking his
tongue against the inside of his cheek nervously. Everyone else was silent,
shifting uncomfortably in their seats. The smaller man - kid; it was definitely
a kid - looked half-dead, and wouldn’t lift his head at all, even when Doc
forced a cheery smile, and greeted,
“Howdy there. Travelin’?”
The silence was thick; the only thing making noise for a good, long moment was
the truck, as well as the car behind them which had also stopped, but nothing
else... Doc felt extremely uneasy beneath the glare of the large, bearded man,
who gripped the sort of leash keeping the kid tethered to his side even tighter
in his hand until his large knuckles were bone-white and his wrists were
blushing.
“Traveling.” He finally grunted blandly in response, not seeming up for
conversation. At his side, the kid shifted in an uneasy way; it took all of
Doc’s good-hearted might to keep from frowning. This didn’t feel right...
something felt very dangerous about this encounter. He was finding it very
eerie that the kid wouldn’t lift his head; he couldn’t see even a glimpse of
his face past his mop of dark, extremely greasy hair.
“Uh-huh,” Doc hummed, lost in thought and completely breaking his cheerful
facade before he roughly realized and shook his head, clearing his throat
heavily against his fist before he recovered with; “Anywhere in particular?
Your.. um..,”
What could he say here? By now, all he could think was that this kid was not
what he appeared, and maybe a prisoner of this man. He didn’t trust how rough
he looked, and how clean, yet very, very unclean, the man leading him looked.
It just didn’t add up to anything safe in his head; it was what was keeping him
from continuing to drive... he didn’t want to drive away from this, not if the
skinny little thing this beefy man was leading was in any sort of danger.
“Your kid,” he decided to quickly fill in, “looks a lil’ tired. I’d be happy to
offer a ride in the back if you’d like? I tell ya, it would be a shame for a
daddy and his son to go down out here, ‘specially in this heat. I could get you
somewhere out of the sun and be on my way.”
Another uncomfortable silence. More glaring. Doc felt like the back of his neck
was beginning to sweat; it probably was, because god knew he was getting mighty
nervous from all this. Was that a smirk he saw on the man’s face? He couldn’t
exactly tell past the dark, wiry beard, but if it was... it felt evil.
“No, I think we’ll be just fine,” he said lowly, in almost a threatening growl.
In the back, Doc heard the three other occupants of the truck shifting on the
bench; a little redhead and a blonde male huddled together giving each other
worried glances, and a darker woman with dark eyes and hair looking like she
was about ready to hop right out of the truck and bolt.
They all sensed it.
Danger.
They didn’t know who this man was, or who that kid was, but the signs pointed
to it in bright, neon lights. Danger. Maybe for them, but definitely for that
kid who refused to look at anything but loose dirt under the worm boots that
hid his feet.
“If you say so, man,” Doc hummed, unsure of how to progress this in a direction
that would get them more answers or give them an opportunity to somehow offer
the still-silent, swaying kid some help. He jolted as he watched the larger man
shrug and move to walk away, realizing that it might’ve seemed like he was
dismissing him, which he most definitely was not. He wouldn’t until he somehow
helped the scrawny little boy out; he knew he needed it. They all knew he
needed it.
“Wait!” He shouted, one of his hands finding the door handle and popping it
open before he could even decide what his plan was, here. At least the strange
man had stopped again, but he looked more than a little annoyed at this point,
definitely snarling at Doc now, even if it was a bit less than obvious by the
way his face was shadowed with more hair than the actual top of his head was.
His beady black eyes were glaring straight through Doc, and began to make him
feel as though this would turn into a huge mess, but.... what on earth could
really go wrong?
Slowly, he eased the door open enough to give himself space to move, and
stepped out of the truck, raising his hands at about the same height as his
shoulders, trying to make himself look unthreatening as possible.
“This heat will kill, man. I’m tellin’ you, with your kid dressed in heavy
stuff like that, he could-“
“We aren’t interested.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t hear a word come out of that little fella’s-“
“Are you trying to make me get violent, hippy?”
“What’s with the leash?”
Heads turned. That last statement was most definitely not spoken from Doc; he
and the large man turned to see that Addy, the redhead, had cranked down her
own window and was staring out of it with her arms crossed over the sill, the
blonde man behind her leaning over her as well, in a sort of protective stance.
For a moment, the large stranger looked stunned, a clear indication that he
really hadn’t expected to be questioned this far, but as observed with most men
with something to hide, he clumsily masked his bewilderment with a calm smile
that was broken with a creased brow, and lifted his hand holding the end of the
leash, pulling at the collar that kept his little kid counterpart tied to him.
The kid stirred nervously and made a soft little grunting noise.
“Safety precaution. My son hit his head on day one runnin’ from some Z’s;
hasn’t been the same since,” he said smoothly, acting much calmer than he had
been mere moments ago when he was practically raising his voice at Doc and
threatening violence, “he wanders, see? ‘Have to keep him on a short line so
that he doesn’t get himself in too much trouble... I’d hate for him to get
hurt.”
Addy immediately scoffed, which caused the man’s faked caused expression to
break into a quick, threatening snarl, his eyes attaching hatefully onto her
soft face. “Got somethin’ to say?”
“Oh, nothing,” she purred, faking sweetness with her syllables drenched in
nectar, “just.... what you said. It seemed a lil’ funny to me, that’s all...”
“What I said?”
Addy immediately grinned; behind her, both the male and other woman looked
incredibly worried, as did Doc, who at this point was wondering what the
absolute hell this girl was thinking. She had the face of someone who was more
than definitely plotting something; she could personally see that she was
beginning to make the larger man nervous.
Ignoring his curiosity for clarification, Addy instead went on to pointedly
ask, “Why won’t he talk?”
Even Doc couldn’t hide the sudden narrowing of his light eyes while the massive
stranger obviously shifted uncomfortably for a moment and cleared his throat,
giving clear indication that he was put on the spot for something he could not
answer truthfully, but of course after a moment of being stared at by
persistent strangers, he offered another faked, smooth grin and replied,
“Mute. I told you he hit his head; he hasn’t spoken a word since.”
Addy scoffed yet again, followed by Doc, though his was a bit softer.
“What, Red?”
Again, Addy didn’t answer, which seemed to definitely irk the man. Instead, she
popped her door open and was gracefully stepping out of the vehicle, even as
the blond male behind him grabbed gently at her arm to hold her back, she shook
his hand away and was marching right up to the little, sickly kid and the burly
man who had a good foot of height over her before anyone could even blink once.
Immediately, the man went to draw something from his belt as Addy flared her
nostrils at him teasingly while standing mere inches from the trembling, frail
kid who looked as though he’d rather be anywhere else while still keeping his
face toward the dirt, but Doc and the man and woman in the truck were much
faster - they all raised pistols in unison.
“I don’t believe your shit story for a second,” Addy snarked, glaring at the
large stranger, who was now holding his hands up in surrender, practically
drowning in his own hot fumes of anger. She almost immediately turned her
attention back to the shaking kid in front of her and knelt down just a bit to
see if she could get a good look at his face while she tried to rest one hand
on his shoulder, but she was shocked to see the skinny little thing immediately
jerk away from her touch while a high whimper of terror erupted from him - and
yet, she didn’t think she had much of a right to be shocked at all.
“Easy, sweetie,” she purred, trying once more to gently touch him while she
made attempts to soothe him with her voice, “easy...”
He flinched again, but Addy persisted, slowing her movements down again and
again before finally her hand reached a sluggish pace as she stretched it out
toward him for probably the millionth time, and finally - finally - the kid let
her gently rest her palm upon his shoulder, which was shockingly more bone than
flesh.
“Nosy bastards-“ The larger man began to angrily snap, but he was hushed
immediately by the loud clack of Doc cocking his pistol in warning. One step
toward Addy, and the man was no doubt getting the bullet now nestled in the
chamber. Meanwhile, Addy kept her movements slow, sensing the fearful air
around the kid she was consoling... the poor thing looked just about ready to
die than to be touched, and she couldn’t blame him... she didn’t know what had
been done to him, but even without seeing his face, he looked like hell, and
she understood it probably didn’t feel much better to have some strange lady
touching up on you after going through hell-knows-what.
“Can you look at me? Or speak? We won’t hurt you, honey...” Addy whispered,
gently stroking the boy’s shoulder with the pad of her calloused thumb, “you’re
safe now.. I promise... you’re safe....”
“Drop the leash,” the blond man suddenly spoke up from the truck, his voice
sounding a bit shaky but firm. He was replied to with a grunting laugh from the
larger stranger, but as soon as Doc warningly shook his gun at him, the one
hand still holding onto the thick leash released, and it dropped to the ground
- the kid was severed from the man.
“There, see? We’re here to help. Everything is okay... look at me, sweetie,”
It took quite an extended amount of cooing and consoling from Addy to simply
get the kid to stop shaking - to look up? It felt like hours that everyone was
standing there, glaring at each other while the redhead whispered gently to the
mysterious boy while gently stroking his shoulder, though it had only really
been a few minutes, before she’d finally cracked him into nodding. Everyone
held their breath when they saw the little head-bob of agreement, but gasps
soon resounded as soon as what seemed to only be a mess of black, moppy hair
and a sliver of pale skin was revealed to be the face of a young boy. A
battered, injured young boy.
A beautifully blue eye encased in milky skin sat on one side of equally
beautiful, angled features - the other side? There was no eye - no visible one,
at least. Just a big, black, ugly swollen bruise with dots of red, yellow,
purple, green.... if he hadn’t been standing so still and calm, looking like he
was about to cry with a trembling lower lip while being as deathly silent as he
was... Doc swore he would’ve mistaken the nasty thing to be some sort of
infection from the Z-virus, and yet... this kid was alive. Conscious, alive,
and scared, and obviously abused. What the hell had the world come to?
“What the hell happened to him?!” Doc snapped, startling the kid straight into
Addy’s readied arms with his yelling. He flinched, feeling guilty as soon as a
son resounded from the boy-sized lump that had attacked itself to Addy’s neck,
collapsing onto his knees into the dirt, followed by Addy who was already
hushing him, with the care of an older sister to a baby, stroking his greasy
hair and rocking her as he nearly climbed right into her lap, whispering to him
with words none of them could hear.
“What’re you gonna do to me, huh?!” The man only shouted back, flexing his
fingers irritatedly while still keeping his hands in the air under threat of
three different guns which were locked and ready to fire. “Call the cops? Shoot
me? This is the world, now - live in it! It’s none of your damn business what
happened to my fucking boy.”
“You’re sick!” The blond male shouted. Doc nodded curtly in agreement. He’d
seen some pretty gnarly stuff in the apocalypse; but a kid chained up by a
leash that was badly hidden by a scarf; with a big, infected bruise that big on
his face? He looked starved half to death... how the hell was he even still
walking without keeling right over into the dirt and turning zombie with one
last step?
“YOUR BOY?! TELL ME HOW THE HELL HE’S ‘YOUR BOY’ WHEN YOU’VE GOT HIM STRAPPED
UP LIKE A GORRAM’ SLAVE-“
“STOP YELLING!” Addy suddenly roared, causing Doc to shut his mouth instantly.
It only occurred to him then that the kid had begun to wail much louder against
Addy’s shirt, sounding terrified and hysteric. It was enough to break even the
toughest man’s heart - who could hurt such an innocent little thing? What had
this man done to him? There wasn’t much time to ponder a lot after that - once
things went silent for a few moments and those loud wails split the air, they
were suddenly replaced by hacking, and then the stomach-twisting sound of
someone vomiting. The crying stopped, but that wasn’t a good thing for what it
made way for.
“Dammit!” Addy suddenly shouted, releasing the skinny kid while he continued to
vomit nothing but straight, stringy bile into the dirt, standing up and
spinning around quickly to reveal a dark stain on her front. Doc wrinkled his
nose, distracted long enough from feeling bad for both his feisty friend and
the poor stranger that he hadn’t realized Addy wrestling his pistol right out
of his old, crabby fingers until it was gone and the girl was whipping back
around with a raised arm; she acted only in a fit of rage and protection when
she unloaded three whole shots right into the center of the giant man’s skull.
“Addy!”
The kid was crying again, and as if nothing had even happened, like there
wasn’t the loud thump of a cold corpse hitting the ground, Addy dropped Doc’s
gun and was back at his side, her anger gone, and instead her motherly nature
returning as she wiped the remnants of horrid-smelling fluid from the boy’s
mouth with the corner of her vest, holding him in his arms and letting her sob
against her bile-stained shirt once again, whispering sweetly to him.
Everyone was in shock. Everyone. Nobody had expected blood to actually be shed
from this, and yet... there was the body, laying splayed our on the ground,
dyeing the dust bright crimson...
It only got worse when Garnett finally decided to get out of the car he’d been
driving behind their truck. Oh, yes... all hell broke loose after that, as if
things hadn’t been exciting enough.
Chapter End Notes
     And thus, Terrance meets his abrupt end. His death isn’t very
     satisfying, but damn... thank god he’s dead, right??
     That’s not the last that we’ll be seeing of our favorite burly
     psychopath.
     “Favorite”....
***** Trouble In Paradise *****
Chapter Summary
     To be fair, at least the messy little group that Tommy had stumbled
     upon wasn’t hurting him, right?
Chapter Notes
     I barely remember Garnett so pardon me if he’s a bit overly
     aggressive. I remember him as a character who wasn’t all there,
     especially in the pilot episode.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Addy, you killed a man!”
“Please stop yelling, you’re scaring him!”
Everything had pretty much unfolded into one big mess as soon as the red-headed
girl revealed as Addy had killed Terrance where he stood in a basic fit of
anger. Another man had emerged from the heavy vehicle behind the truck that
both Addy and the old man had come from, and almost immediately began arguing
with Addy and scared poor Tommy half to death with his loud voice. They argued
back and forth about how the murder had been justified, all the while Tommy
continued to sob heavily against Addy’s dark teal shirt, squeezing closed his
one good eye and beginning to hiccup almost as loudly as the two were dueling,
his pale fingers clutching Addy’s biceps while she held him in her lap and
rocked him like a child.
”Why couldn’t you just have left well enough alone and kept driving?” The newer
man suddenly snapped at the older one, who instantly raised his hands in
defense, shrugging his shoulders upward and resembling a scolded puppy. Doc had
a good heart - how on earth could he have just continued driving when he’d seen
what he’d seen? The kid had obviously needed help, though losing his cool and
shooting the larger man who’d had him on a leash hadn’t exactly been his
initial reaction like it had been for Addy.
”Obviously he needed help! What else was I supposed to do?”
”How about keep driving?!”
”EXCUSE ME.”
Addy was the one who had shouted again, looking red in the face and angrier
than both Garnett and Doc thought they’d ever witnessed her before. In her lap,
the boy they’d rescued was still crying, baffling Doc with how many tears he
seemed to have welled-up inside of him. When had been the last time he’d
allowed himself to have a good cry?
”Garnett, I don’t know if it’s the mission that’s suddenly made you lose your
good heart, but he’s hurt, and thank God that at least Doc had the sense to
stop and try to help. I just finished the job quickly,” Addy shot a very
distasteful glare between the rapidly paling corpse of the larger stranger and
Garnett, “have you seen the kid’s face? He did that to him - I know he did. He
tried to lie and say he hit his head on day one... bastard...”
”What do you want me to do, then? Say ‘let’s load up’ and take the kid with us?
If he’s that weak and won’t even stop crying long enough to talk, what if we’d
just be taking a liability with us? I’ve already got Mr. Sunshine in the other
truck with me n’ Roberta, and he’s a handful enough. Do we really need to add a
kid to the mess?”
”If it’s so much of a damn problem, I’ll watch him.” Doc chimed in, looking
more than a little upset with Garnett’s words. He respected the man quite a bit
on his own, but right here and now, he was deciding to draw a line at what he
was thinking about doing. They couldn’t just leave the poor thing behind, not
after what they’d seen... he of all people knew that a kid that weak, and that
afraid of his own shadow and a few measly raised voices would die in a matter
of hours all alone out here.
“Mack and I can help,” Addy added, glancing at the blond man who was leaning
slightly out of the opened side of the slate gray pickup they’d all been loaded
in a few minutes before. Mack looked a bit uncertain, but wordlessly gave a
curt little nod of his head, deciding that agreeing would be a lot better than
trying to argue with Addy when she was like this. He knew he’d lose, even if he
was balanced somewhere in the middle between agreeing with his girlfriend and
agreeing with Garnett. He at least had the sense to understand that they
couldn’t leave such an abused kid out here all alone. That’d be like shooting
him with his own gun - he wasn’t ready to be a deliberate murderer.
”So I can’t change your minds?” Garnett asked, appearing rather annoyed with
his arms crossed tightly over his middle. Both Addy and Doc shook their heads
as one, while little Tommy only sniffled against the girl’s chest, only finally
beginning to slightly calm down.
”Dammit...” grumbled the man, but he didn’t seem to be up to arguing any
further, which meant hope for Tommy. “Fine. Take him in your truck; I don’t
want to hear a single complaint out of any of you after this. You want to
babysit, fine, but we’ve got a mission to take care of. Load up, and get a move
on.”
Garnett was storming away before anyone could add anything else, which was
probably for the best, considering Addy was on the brink of opening her mouth
and snapping at the man to have a little compassion. While Doc only smiled
silently and turned on his heels to get back into the truck, Addy didn’t even
attempt to hide her excitement, instead squealing softly under her breath in
victory and beaming up at her boyfriend, still looking rather nervous, but
happy. It felt like a little victory - Addy had always had a very good,
compassionate heart; she saw the hurt teenager, and immediately it had melted
and all she wanted to do was help him, and now, she was at least thankfully
getting the chance.
”Alright, hun,” she cooed softly to the sniffling boy still curled up
completely in her lap, gently brushing some of his matted black hair from his
forehead to reveal his good blue eye, which was curiously peering right up into
her own, “can you stand for just a sec? I’m gonna help you into the truck, you
get to sit between Mack and me... I promise, we’re not gonna hurt you. You’re
safe, now.”
Tommy looked extremely uncertain, only blinking up at Addy like a little fawn
in a pair of headlights, but soon seemed to snap back to reality and gave a
tiny little nod of his head, forcing himself to slowly pry away from the
helpful woman and shakily begin to try to stand; his legs trembled as if he’d
just been born and was trying to figure out how to use them for the first time,
and the heavy stench of bile in the air from when he’d lost control of his
empty stomach out of fear was making him extremely dizzy and messing with his
balance, but thankfully, he managed to get to his feet and steady himself
enough to wait for Addy to walk him a few steps closer to the truck to begin to
help the frail little thing inside and to carry him far, far away from here.
”That’s it, there you go..” Addy coached in a soft voice, standing up right
alongside the boy and putting one arm around his waist to steady him, already
motioning with her other hand at Mack to scoot over and make room. Mack
immediately obeyed, scooting sideways, closer to the other woman in the truck
beside him, who was watching the entire exchange with big, brown eyes. Slowly,
and very, very carefully, Addy helped to navigate Tommy toward the truck,
walking slow and easy to comfortably help him, and gently aided him while he
did his best to hoist himself up onto the tattered bench-seat with his skinny
arms, sliding onto the worn leather cover and looking around his new
surroundings. Addy couldn’t help but notice that though it was hard to tell
through the massive bruise covering the one side of his face, the young male
seemed to be practically glowing with excitement. That made her feel incredibly
warm inside. It gave her that extra little bit of confirmation that they were
doing the right thing by taking him along and taking on the job of nursing him
back to health.
”Comfortable?” She asked softly, reaching out to pat one of his hands. To her
surprise, Tommy actually gave her a little smile and nodded, making her blush
only in thankfulness that he seemed to be doing okay after so much excitement
that had unraveled in only a few moments. She was determined to nurse this poor
thing back to health, no matter what it took.
”Good. Make room, I’m coming in.”
Addy settled herself onto the seat next to Tommy, and even allowed him to rest
his head on her shoulder; it wasn’t much of a mystery as to who he’d taken to
already, he seemed to already be dozing off on Addy’s shoulder by the time
she’d buckled herself in and closed her door, putting an arm around the boy’s
skinny shoulders to keep him secure, much like a protective mother or an older
sibling. She’d even gently kissed his temple, and he smiled while keeping his
eyes closed. The truck started, and he barely even stirred - he was already
snoring by the time the high school the group had been escaping from slowly
melted out of sight, and all that surrounded them was dusty, open roads and
apocalyptic scenery.
”Welcome home, kid.” Addy had absently murmured to the unconscious form leaning
against her side while she stroked his hair with her fingers.
He smiled in his sleep, and cuddled up closer to her, already uncocniously
embracing the love that he hadn’t felt in a whole, long year.
He’d missed this.
Chapter End Notes
     Awe what a good little family.
     It’d be a shame if someone were to...
***** The Zombie Hand Knows Best *****
Chapter Summary
     Tommy has a nightmare and Doc tries the oldest trick in the book to
     get some answers.
     It doesn't really work like intended.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
"Tommy..."
What? What do you want from me now? Just leave me alone...
"Tommy, it's time to get up."
Please just let me sleep... Leave me alone...
"Fucking kid, I said get up!"
Tommy was suddenly roused by the sting of a firm hand flying across his cheek,
raising it with a palm-shaped welt and turning it a rosy shade of pink that
contrasted the natural white of the boy's porcelain skin. He cried out in pain,
his own hand flying up to clutch at the burning portion of his face while tears
welled in his eyes, glistening blue in the dark that now surrounded him,
darker, darker than the backs of his eyelids when he'd fallen asleep in the
truck. Where was he? Where was Addy? Mack? Doc?
A figure marched in front of him, large, bare, and menacing. He was grinning
down at him with a mouthful of teeth so sharp, they could kill if you even
dared to stare too hard.
No, no, please- Why here? Why did you bring me back here? Why did you leave me
here?
HELP ME.
"Poor, precious baby.." Terrance taunted, crouching down in front of the
trembling boy, stroking his delicate chin with his fingertips, scraping the
flesh with his heavy callouses and smiling with a devilishly worn snarl, "they
left you behind... nobody wants you..."
LIAR. You're dead- you're dead! Go away! Leave me alone! DON'T TOUCH ME.
"Worthless fucking whore. You're definitely your mama's son; you're a coward.
Your body is beautiful, but there's just no substance... how could anyone love
you for that? You've only ever been good for a fuck... that's all you'll ever
be good for."
That's... that's not true. You're a liar. You're such a damn liar...
He shuddered and whimpered as he felt Terrance's hand leave his chin, and
instead stroke right down the center of his throat, down, down, too far down
until his thick digits were just barely stroking over his groin. He felt like
he was about to be sick. Why here? Why was he here? He just wanted to go home..
he wanted his Papa, he wanted home. What did he ever do to deserve this?
Terrance was beginning to stroke him, just like he always did; slow, gentle,
confusing Tommy's body and making him want to retreat deep inside his own head
so that he wouldn't have to witness himself getting hard for this abusive
man again, just like he always did. There was no escape... he was stuck here
forever. There was no escape.
"You're shaking, honey. Are you cold?"
What?
"Kid? Hey, what's the matter?"
You know what's the matter, you fucking monster! Let go of me!
"Hey! Calm down, it's okay!"
LET. ME. GO.
"KID!"
Tommy awoke with a start in a pair of arms he wasn't familiar with. He'd only
just realized he was screaming, and there were tears and mucus drenching his
face so much that it burned - God, it burned! He wrestled the pair of arms, not
even bothering to open his eyes, though he should have, the arms were fighting
back, and he registered them as Terrance's. He was holding him to his chest,
forbidding him from leaving him. He didn't have to ask what came next - the
second he settled down, he knew he was going to molest him again, or rape him,
or both. He was going to torture him until his throat was too sore for him to
be able to make a noise loud enough to hear. Nobody would save him. Nobody,
nobody, nobody-...
"Hey, please! It's just me, hun, it's just Addy!"
Addy?!
The panicking teenager finally forced himself to open his good eye, and staring
down at him was the redheaded woman who had saved him back at the high
school... the one who shot Terrance. Killed.. Terrance. Terrance was dead. He
couldn't believe it... Terrance was actually dead. He was safe... well, when he
wasn't asleep. He swore he could still feel Terrance's heavy hand lingering
against his cock, taunting him even when he wasn't sleeping, even while Addy
was beginning to gently rock him in her arms in the back bench of the truck
she'd helped him into while he continued to cry and drench his own pale face
with briny tears and mucus from his running nose, even drool from the corner of
his mouth. The gentle woman was petting his dirty hair with one hand while
holding him around his middle with her other arm, letting him curl right up
into her lap like he'd done before, letting him cry without disruption, only
hushing him with the gentleness of a true mother, whispering that he was safe,
and that everything was going to be okay... nobody was going to hurt him, here.
Tommy cried for as long as his body would physically allow; he shed as many
tears as he could before his eyes began to sting and went dry and red, bulging
and bloodshot at the edges; the one that could actually open, at least. The
other just looked as bad as it had before, possibly even a bit worse since he'd
been crying and it began to swell up again from being irritated. Tommy looked
like a whole mess, but then again, he had since Terrance decided to mercilessly
have his way with the poor kid. 'A mess' was Tommy's most basic default, now.
Gently, after brushing his hair from his sticky forehead, Addy had wiped his
face of tears, snot, and drool. She had more of his fluids on her shirt now
than she did her own sweat.
"Easy, sweetie... easy..." He could hear Addy whispering above his little
hiccups and dry sobbing, going back to petting his hair, never slowing. He
risked a glance around the truck while he was being calmed by the young woman
who'd taken it upon herself to be somewhat like his keeper, realizing that the
truck had stopped since he'd fallen asleep against her side, and all the
occupants were staring at him with nervous expressions. The old man... Doc; his
wise, friendly eyes were wrinkled with stress, and his cheeks looked a bit
pink.. Mack, the blond one, looked confused and lost, like he really didn't
know what was going on... Tommy couldn't help by sympathize with the man. He
didn't entirely understand what was going on, either. And then there was that
darker woman, who'd been quiet the entire time... Tommy couldn't recall even
hearing her name at any point since he'd met this odd group; she was just...
there. She was pretty, he liked her eyes.
Tommy eventually calmed down in Addy's protective hold, and settled down
against her chest, resting his head right against the center of her sternum and
letting himself be lulled by her heartbeat as the truck fell silent once his
cries had turned into little sniffles that only came when his nose began to run
a bit again. He could still faintly smell his own vomit on Addy's shirt, and
inwardly cringed at that, but it was such a soft amount that it didn't really
make him feel sick - thank God.
"Whadd'ya s'pose caused that?" Doc spoke up first after a while, capturing
Tommy's silent attention, as well as everyone else's. There was a collective
shrugging of shoulders, and Tommy took his chance to close his eyes and try to
go back to sleep, figuring that he was not part of this conversation, and
therefore did not to add in any of his sense. Not that he would, anyway. He'd
taken to speaking more inside his head than with his actual mouth.
"Nightmare, probably."
That was a voice that Tommy didn't recognize. He didn't really have to look to
deduce that it was most likely the unnamed woman who was sitting farthest from
him on the other side of the back bench of the pickup. She didn't sound like
she was around these parts...
"He's not mute." Male. Young. That was Mack.
"Hush." That came from above him; that was Addy. Tommy was quickly catching
onto everything; it was a skill he unwantingly had - he'd developed it during
his year with Terrance when he had to learn to focus more with his ears than
his eyes in the dark, having to figure out if the footsteps he heard deep in
the night was Terrance hungering for a rough quickie, or a zombie lumbering
into his room to eat his brains.
Only once or twice had it been a zombie. Those were his luckier nights.
"He's probably jus' scared, Mack. Give 'im a break... We still don't know what
happened to the poor fella'."
"I couldn't even imagine hurting such a poor little thing..." Addy murmured,
stroking Tommy's hair off from his forehead once again and coaxing him to open
his eye to simply gaze up at her in a curious sort of way. From here, he could
analyze her features further... light blue eyes, crimson hair... she had a
roundish face, and if he squinted... a few freckles across her nose. She looked
very young, but he could tell that she was older than him.. Everyone here was
older than him. Why did that not surprise him? he doubted many around his age
had survived this far... maybe he was only alive because Terrance had kept him
alive in order to keep his sex slave for a few more days... otherwise, he
probably would've been eaten by now. There wasn't much doubt about that.
"Hey, kid."
He turned his head. Doc had spoken to him. Wordlessly, instead of outwardly
asking 'what', he'd tilted his head with a quizzical look on his face, showing
the old man that he had his attention. It was a habit - Terrance was angered by
the sound of his voice... he didn't want to risk the same thing with these
people. Better to play it safe and avoid more pain, right? He really didn't
want to ruin this, now... he didn't want to lose this. This was all he had.
This was his last hope for a better life. He wasn't about to risk making them
regret their decision in saving him, what Terrance had growled in his ears in
his nightmare was echoing in the back of his head.... he didn't want to be
unwanted.
"What did that man back there do to you?"
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence. Tommy visibly paled, and had instinctively
curled away from Doc, who recoiled as well, looking immediately guilty for
making the boy suddenly curl back up into himself all over again.
"Bad question, Doc..."
"We have to learn at some point, Addy," Mack piped up, before a sudden whimper
from Tommy made him quickly rethink his words, "I mean... we can't help if we
don't know what's wrong, you know?"
"I have an idea."
Doc had spoken up next in a quick voice, and had received questioning glances
from everyone in the truck, turning even more confused when they saw that his
eyes were not focused on the kid now practically hiding in Addy's lap, but
outside of his window, where a collection of around three zombies had been
lumbering around for quite some time, apparently not noticing the group hiding
inside the vehicle, or the three people camping out in the one parked behind
them. Initially, everyone had stopped in order to rest, as the sun was just
beginning to go down and it was starting to cool off outside - starting up the
cars again just because of a few zombies would only really alert the monsters
and create problems. It was best to just leave them alone and let them wander
off by morning, but now Doc was scheming, and that wasn't always a very safe
thing...
"Doc..." Addy murmured warningly, tightening her one arm a bit around Tommy's
middle in a protective sort of way. The smaller boy didn't really seem to be
complaining all that much about it, he simply curled around her arm, attached
to that woman in every sort of way. "What are you thinking?"
"I saw somethin' on TV once... Just gimme a minute."
Nobody could really stop the man before he was popping his door open and
drawing a knife from somewhere deep inside his belt - actually, that knife
probably hadn't been in Doc's belt at all... Addy wrinkled her nose, trying not
to think of where else it might've been, and instead only focused on hoping
that the old hippy wasn't about to get himself killed in some dumb blaze of
glory as he advanced on the few Z's outside, the unnamed darker woman and Mack
both leaning a bit further over her shoulder to also watch him curiously,
completely lost on whatever he was thinking.
"What the hell is he doing?" Mack asked. Addy just shrugged, deciding that it
was best not to ask questions when it came to Doc... nobody really knew what he
was doing half the time, and it was just common knowledge to not ask too many
questions. The group of four (Addy, Mack and the unnamed woman plus Tommy
attentively watching from under Addy's arm) looked on as Doc went on to
kill all three Z's before hacking off the hand of one and triumphantly marching
back, holding up the bloody appendage as a proud fisherman would his biggest
catch while he clambered back into the driver's seat of the truck and shut the
door loudly behind him, passing the hand back to Addy, who took it, but not
before she made a face and came very close to hacking up her breakfast from
that morning.
"Doc... you know I love you... but what the hell am I supposed to do with
this?"
"Just... break that little middle finger off. I told you I saw this on TV once;
it's what some psychiatrist used for a kid who got abused... 'cept he didn't
use a zombie hand, he used a doll, but... we're fresh outta dolls."
"I don't follow?"
"Just break the damn finger off."
Addy looked less than thrilled to be put up to the task, but decided it best to
just go along with it, figuring that if anything was going to get them answers,
it might as well be one of Doc's whacky plans that didn't always entirely make
sense... With closed eyes and a grimace on her face, Addy released Tommy to
instead wrap her fingers around the bulky, slimy middle-finger of the severed
zombie-hand, and snapped it off with ease, giving a little squeak as soon as
the appendage gave, dropping it onto the floor almost immediately after it
detached from it's comfy little home on it's host-hand.
"Okay-... now what?" She snapped at Doc, her attitude only coming from disgust,
as she now had some pretty foul-smelling black goop bubbling up over both of
her hands from the one that she'd just snapped a finger from, creating a stench
that made everyone wrinkle their noses in disgust.
"Now, uh... give it to the kid."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Just do it."
And so, Addy did. Tommy didn't really refuse the hand - he took it, maybe to
humor Doc, but maybe because he believed it would help... nobody was entirely
certain, not even himself. All he knew was he was suddenly holding a bleeding,
smelly, cold zombie hand, and was staring at Doc with a look of both amusement
and discomfort. Nobody really blamed him, not even Doc.
"Alright... So, kid... Imagine that that hand there is a doll that looks like
you, okay? That wrist is... that wrist is your head, ya follow? And then those
little fingers there are your arms, and your legs. You with me so far?"
Tommy looked less than certain that this was going to help him at all, but very
slowly he nodded his head, deciding that he "followed" just fine, if "just
fine" meant that he was very confused and very uncomfortable.
"Alright, good. Can you... point to the places where the man hurt you? Like..
your face, there. Did he make that bruise? Did he hit you at all?"
Tommy nodded, pointing his fingertip up at the top of the severed wrist and
tracing it downward to confirm that yes, he was hit there. He remembered the
day Terrance had literally beat him unconscious in a fit of rage, punching him
upside the head repeatedly while he was pinned to the ground by his throat,
screaming at him until his ears rang. He woke up the next morning... and he
couldn't see out of his left eye. He could still barely see from it - he knew
he wasn't blind, but it was far too swollen and infected to see much, so it was
pretty much useless.
"Goddamn..." he heard Doc murmur softly. His heart thumped heavily against his
ribs for a moment. "Anywhere else? Show us everything, kid... we just want to
help. We won't judge you, scout's word."
Tommy looked slightly perplexed for a moment, even a bit panicked, and then
suddenly, instead of pointing, he simply seized the hand by the wrist, and
grabbed it with his other, as if he were holding hands with a four-fingered
man.
"No- no don't hold it- you're not supposed to hold hands with it," Doc quickly
said, pushing his palm against his own forehead and sighing, shaking his head
wistfully. Tommy looked extremely confused, feeling scolded. He'd done it for a
reason... Terrance touched him everywhere, this was the only way that he
thought that he could convey that properly, but by the looks on everyone's
faces... they didn't understand. This hurt him, and very slowly, he simply put
the hand down and sighed, closing his eye and hiding his face in Addy's elbow,
beginning to shake like a scolded child. He heard Addy gently smack her lips,
and felt the hand being moved away - she'd handed it back to Doc, and Doc
promptly tossed the thing out of the window. It thudded softly once it hit the
dusty ground.
"We'll figure something else out, sweetheart, don't feel bad. It's okay..."
You don't understand.... None of you understand.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Poor 10k... maybe they'll eventually understand you.
     Maybe.
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