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****** Our Other Side ******
by MusashiSykie
Summary
     He's got a crush on Ashton - he's learnt to accept it by now, after
     all it's been that way for three years already. But what is he
     supposed to do with these feelings when Ashton starts to blackmail
     him out of the blue and he realizes that it takes a lot more to
     really accept, love and protect someone.
Notes
     The tags contain spoilers but they are also warnings. This is
     supposed to be a short novel written for Camp Nanowrimo, which means
     that it was written mostly in a rush during one month. It's unedited
     and unbeta'd (and mostly written at 2am so I'm sorry for errors and
     feel free to point them out.)
     There will be plot and non-sexual scenes so if you'll be bored by
     that you won't like this story. On the other side, it does get quite
     kinky in a weird way...And there is dub/non-con. Underage is there
     because characters are 17 and 18, there's also child abuse. You have
     been warned. But otherwise, hope you enjoy :)
***** Thursday *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The strawberry jam tastes like cough medicine to Ashton; sickening sweet to
mask the bitter dryness. But he continues to fill his stomach with the cough-
syrup-jam sandwich, it settles uneasily. All around him are too loud chuckles
and laughs, as if loudly announcing your happiness made you happier. Josh-the-
jock cracks another stupid joke, Ashton laughs just as loud as him. Hypocrite,
he tells himself.
He makes eye-contact with Jackson mid-laugh, one of the guys who doesn’t feel
the constant urge to broadcast everything. He can’t tell what Jackson’s murky
brown eyes see as his fake laughter dies down. He flashes Jackson a wide grin,
he feels like a clown. Jackson’s lips twitch up in reply, seemingly stuck
between a smirk and a smile. Ashton wonders if Jackson ever realises that
everyone around them laughs too loud, exaggerates too much, covers too much
until all they show is their facade, a life much more happy, dramatic and
beautiful than the truth.
"Do you ever wonder if your friend has another side to them you've never
seen?"Ashton voices quietly.
The other boys in their ‘group’ are too focused on laughing loudly at something
Ashton missed to notice what he said. However, Jackson glances at him and
raises his eyebrows.
"Not really," he replies, those dark brown eyes stare suspiciously, or maybe
he’s just bored.
Ashton smiles and rejoins the boys’ conversation. Yet in Ashton's mind, a plan
has begun to form - wouldn't it be fun to find out Jackson's other side? To
trigger it and force it out? His smile widens. Oh, that would be fun, so much
fun…
 
~After school~
The bell goes off like an elongated screech of freedom, Ashton hastily shoves
his books into his bag and makes way to the car park. As he reaches the drop
off zone a white car slides into place. He opens the backdoor and steps in. The
drive back is silent and he gazes out of the window, watching people flood out
of the school. There are people walking by themselves, earphones plugged in and
looking down at their phones. Then there are the groups of friends who chase
each other home, bumping shoulders and dragging each other back by the bag. The
traffic clears up and they speed past, quickly arriving at his house. He enters
the passcode to the door and immediately gets hit by the heavy sweet scent.
“Ah, Ashton! There is some strawberry pie on the dinner table if you’re
hungry.” Melissa informs him and then goes back to wiping down the windows.
“I’m fine, thank you.” Ashton replies, he doesn’t think he can take any more of
that strawberry flavour. He climbs up the stairs to his room and hops onto the
computer after locking his door behind him.
Opening the new incognito tab, Ashton enters "online sex store" into the search
bar. He's looking for specific things, some restraints will be needed,
Jackson's strong and Ashton definitely can't hold him down for long. Maybe
he'll get a gag as well, nothing that'll block the sounds that he wants Jackson
to make, but he needs something that'll keep him from biting. The term BDSM
comes to mind, something that has secretly always fascinated him a little.
He thinks of the room hidden at the back of his wardrobe, his own Narnia,
although much smaller. The maison is an old one, it's been passed down their
family for hundreds of years and at some point one of them must've decided they
wanted a secret room, maybe it was necessary in that time or maybe it's been
there since the start, Ashton doesn't know. He wouldn't have known existed if
his nine-year-old self never saw Narnia and hoped for his own place away from
anything else. He had imagined something behind the wardrobe walls when he was
hiding in there years ago. Even though knowing it was impossible, he had given
it a strong push, and nearly fell over when it just swung outwards. To his
surprise, the back of the wardrobe was also a door, except what lay on the
other side wasn't a pretty snowing other world. It was just darkness.
And Ashton had let that darkness encase him, he had groped around in the dark,
feeling the wooden floor, walking forward with one hand brushing the wall,
exploring. He'd imagined this place being an endless maze, being lost in here
forever, maybe there'd be another monster in here and he'd be swallowed whole,
no one would know where he disappeared. He would disappear. He would be free.
Then he had walked head first into the wall, knocking all those thoughts out of
him, knocking his hope along with it. He had soon realised it was just a room,
it seemed to have taken him forever to reach the end of it, but maybe that was
just the darkness tricking his mind. He couldn't stand not knowing anymore, he
had felt trapped and claustrophobic, so he pulled out his phone and turned on
the flashlight.
It really just was a room, it was spacious though, around the same size as his
room. He had tilted the flashlight up and discovered the air vents, not the
modern type so this room must've been around for a while, but recent enough
that they had the technology to built air vents. He had tried walking away from
the wall and when he focused the light forward he realised that there were a
few belongings here, all gathered with dust, it looked sparse and forgotten.
There was a bed with a canopy, white sheets blotted with yellow due to the
passing time, the bed itself was still strong though, no signs of rotting, it'd
be easy to make it look usable again.
He had walked around the room, trying to find anything else, oddly enough there
were hooks along the other wall, the ones you'd use to hook your cloak and hat
onto, except rows of them, all empty. It had confused him but he had shrugged
it off to continue his exploration. He had found the bookshelf next, it was
oak, narrow but tall, also empty. The bookshelf was on the same wall as the
entrance but Ashton had missed it earlier as he was following the other wall.
Looking at the entrance he had realised that there was something hanging down
next to it, he had felt goosebumps raise on his arms and hurriedly shone the
torch light at it. It was a chain that had a knob on the end, relieved but also
puzzled, he had walked forward slowly and prodded at it. It swung back and
forth for a bit, dropping dust on him. Then he had tried to pull down on it,
intending to check how strong it was, but instead it had gone downwards for a
bit and the light had flickered on. Oh, light switch, he realised.
The light was dim, casting a warm glow about the room, seeing it clearly had
just emphasised on how empty it was. The previous owner must have packed
everything away except for the things he couldn't move. The maison had been
renovated here and there throughout the years, repainted so that it looked
strong and new, less like a haunted house. One of the owners must've also
changed the light switches at some point but left this room the way it was.
Maybe the owner then hadn't known about this room, or maybe they had just
forgotten it, sometimes it was so easy to just forget and abandon things.
Scanning the room in new light, he had noticed shadows on the ceiling, ones
that curved around menacingly. Hooks, why would there be hooks on the ceiling?
He had wondered. Walking closer he had also realised that there were chains
connected to them, held close to the ceiling so you wouldn't notice them
dangling. His eyes had followed the chain and at the other end there was
something that could control the hook to be lowered down or up. He'd been
puzzled then. But he'd decided that he could make this place his.
He had started straight away, carefully peeling back the blanket and sheets,
bunching them up and throwing them away. He sneaked outside his room and to the
storage area to find a clean sheet and blanket. The curtain hanging off the
canopy bed was also too old so he had stepped onto the bed and tried to take
them off. As he was doing so he realized that there were many more circular
hoops than needed to hold the curtain. When he managed to get the curtains off
he realized that the small hoops continued to run down the post too.
Back then he had just thought it was some sort of decoration thing, and had
spent the following week diligently cleaning the place up, secretly pinching
the duster and sweeping up all the dust. By the end the place looked much
cleaner and after placing some of his favourite toys and books inside it also
looked much more personal and homey.
But now as Ashton sat in front of his computer looking at bondage suspenders it
became apparent what that room was used for before. It must have been all
stocked up like a BDSM dungeon at some point. Well, that just makes it easier
for Ashton, he'll just need to restore it to what it once was. He'll make sure
it's all stocked up for all the fun he'll share with Jackson. With that thought
in mind he spends the next few hours shopping for the best toys. By the time
Melissa knocks on his door his bank account had decreased by a significant
amount, but that didn't matter to him, it was nothing compared to the amount
left. Money's never been a problem. After all, life and money were the only two
things his parents ever gave him.
The next step was harder, Ashton needed something to control Jackson, he didn't
just want their fun to end in one go. He needed a way to get Jackson to come
back to him. Blackmail. Ah yes, that'd be the best way to ensure that Jackson
comes back, because he'd have no choice. But for that to happen he'd need
Jackson in a compromising position first. And the only way he'd be able to
manage that would be if Jackson didn't resist....Which wasn't going to happen.
Unless....he drugged him. Oh yes, if he made Jackson all pliant he'd be able to
easily get the blackmail material he needed.
That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Ashton slipped out of his room.
Melissa didn't sleep here so she had already gone home for the day. His
parents' room was on the other side of this huge maison so his wasn't going to
be discovered unless he made a huge ruckus. The night air felt refreshing as he
gently closed the main door behind him. This wasn't the first time he'd sneaked
out at night, but it was the first time he did it for someone else. He smiled
wryly at how far he was willing to go for Jackson.
After 20 minutes walk he was in the city, this area couldn't be any more
familiar to him and so his feet carried him to where he had in mind. It wasn't
a specific place but rather a small area of the city. The area which always
smelt like wet muddy streets, thick smoke and downtown waste. He wrinkled his
nose in distaste as he got closer. All it took was some wandering around to
find what he wanted, or for it to find him. There weren't much other reasons
why someone would wander around this area by themselves in the middle of the
night.
"Hey bro, you after something?" A guy in a beanie asked him. Ashton smiled a
little and replied,
"Yeah, I'm after some GHB, you got some?"
"Yeah man, how much you after?"
"I got $10 bucks on me, so whatever that'd get me."
The guy reached into his jacket pockets and took out two packets while
muttering,
"You know how to use these, yeah? No more than one packet a time, otherwise
you'd overdose and you don't want any of that, and I don't want any of that,
yeah?"
"Of course," Ashton promised as he handed the money over and got the drugs.
"Thanks man, here's my number, You'll text me if you want anymore, yeah?"
"Thanks." Ashton replied as he walked away.
Ashton throws the number away in the next bin he comes across. He wasn't going
to need anymore. Two years ago he had already stopped doing them and he only
needed to use it once on Jackson. Then Ashton carefully slipped the packets
into his pocket and made his way back home.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you for reading! This is my first attempt at writing a long
     story and I'd love to hear about what you thought about it.
***** Friday *****
Chapter Notes
     I have discovered that I am terrible at keeping the chapters equal
     length... But here's a short and cute chapter.
Ashton nearly overslept, it’d been late when he walked back and that cut into
his sleeping time. He scrambled out of bed in a rush, throwing on his clothes
carelessly and rushing out the door.
He arrived at school just in time for the bell. He had English with Jackson
first period, Mrs Anderson was a kind old lady who believes in the good in
people, she also happens to believe that anything is possible as long as you
work together, and so this time they got given homework to make a presentation
about “the importance of memory” in pairs that’d be due in a week. Mrs Anderson
also favoured chance and loved to use her “popsicle sticks of doom” to pick on
students, however this time she used it to choose the pairs. And for once
Ashton actually liked the “popsicle sticks of doom” because it’d put Ashton and
Jackson together. Ashton had been wondering how to casually lure Jackson to his
house, and here was the perfect excuse courtesy of Miss Anderson.
"Oh hey, wouldya look at that Jackson! Looks like our grades gonna be in your
hands!" Ashton exclaimed as he hooked his arm around Jackson's shoulders and
waved the name he picked out in front of him.
“How do you want to do this?” Jackson asked.
“Hmmm, how about you come over tomorrow at like 1? I'll text ya the address,"
Ashton casually suggested.
“Sure,” Jackson easily agreed.
It was hard for Ashton to not start laughing and give the game away, oh he was
agreeing so easily, falling straight into Ashton’s trap.
"Okay, then it's set!" Ashton cheerfully announced, oh yes, everything’s all
set, there’s no escape now.
At tutor period Ashton’s stomach reminded him that he’d skipped breakfast, and
how that was always a bad idea. Ashton hated hunger, the way it felt like his
insides were tearing at each other, it reminded him how much he needed food,
how reliant he was on it, how weak he was without it. It reminded him that he
was empty and how desperate he was to fill himself up. His stomach must have
growled loudly because Jackson actually turned around to face him.
His eyebrow was raised, “Hungry?”
“Yeah man, I skipped Breakfast,” Ashton sighed.
“Hmmm,” Jackson acknowledged as he brought his drink up for a sip.
“Is that strawberry milk?!?” Ashton loudly exclaimed.
“Yeah.” Jackson replied.
“That..that’s cute,” Ashton teased.
Jackson made a choking sound and did his skin just go slightly darker!? Ashton
had expected Jackson to brush it off but instead he got a much more interesting
reaction.
“Cute?!?” Jackson repeated.
“Yeah, cute. A big guy like you has a secret thing for Strawberry Milk is cute.
I knew it! Ya really are a overgrown cute puppy!” Ashton claimed victoriously.
“I’m not!” Jackson’s voice came out gruff, “and I do not have a ‘secret’ thing
for strawberry milk.”
Normally people would stop teasing now, Jackson could be intimidating when he
frowned, especially with his buff build, being nearly 190 cm tall. However,
Ashton was suspicious that Jackson wasn’t as irritated as he seemed to be,
because the tip of his ears were an obvious red by now.
“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind giving me some right? I’m starving ~” Ashton
whined.
To his surprise Jackson shoved the carton at him and turned his back to him.
“Woah, thanks man, you’re the best.” Ashton said as he slurped loudly on
purpose.
Ashton was positive that the red was taking over Jackson’s ears by now. What a
shame that Jackson was hiding his face. Ashton winced as the sickening sweet
flavour hit his tongue, yet this time he continued to sip because it felt like
he’d won something and it was slowly taking the hunger pain away.
***** Saturday *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Saturday Afternoon Jackson found himself at the doorsteps of a large and fancy
house. Somehow the idea that Ashton was a rich boy felt alien to him, he was
always so easygoing and never showed any typical rich snobbish attitude that
the possibility had never crossed mind. Before he could ring the doorbell
Ashton opened the door and waved him in eagerly.
As they walked through the dining room Ashton picked up a tray of refreshments
and shouted across, "Thanks Melissa, no need to bring anything else up!"
Without waiting for a reply Ashton ushered Jackson up the stairs and after some
twists and turns they arrived at a spacious room.
It was tidy... but there were bits and pieces here and there scattered around
carelessly. Ashton waved him over to a seat as he walked over to a side counter
and seemed to be pouring them water. With his back to him Ashton asked, " Did
ya bring your laptop?"
"Yeah, thought it'd help with the research."
"Great, I'll give ya the password to the Internet," Ashton replied as he handed
Jackson the glass.
He took a distracted sip as he got out his laptop.
They worked fairly efficiently and despite Ashton joking about how it's all on
Jackson, he was actually quite smart and did his fair share. After just under
an hour they’d done most of the research so they were taking a break.
That was when Jackson started to feel drowsy...no that wasn't quite it, he felt
sluggish and...fatigued. His muscles were sore and weak, his head was throbbing
making his vision blurry and his thoughts slow down, and the itch! His skin
felt sensitive and there was an underlying itch, he couldn’t tell where exactly
he was itchy but it was there.
His discomfort must’ve showed because Ashton moved closer placing a soothing
hand on his back and gently rubbing up and down. “Are you feeling sick?” Ashton
asked.
Jackson offered a weak nod.
“Hmm.. Come with me, I’ve got something to take your mind off things.”
Jackson barely heard him but felt his hand firmly steadying him as he led him
somewhere. After some unsteady steps he somehow found himself on some other
seat, by now he could add sweating profusely on the list of symptoms, and so he
didn’t offer much resistance when Ashton pulled his shirt up. While tugging,
his nails scratched Jackson’s skin and he let out a sound of relief as the itch
stopped for a second, it wasn’t enough though as it came back straight away.
Now shirtless, Ashton’s hands ghosted across the exposed muscle, occasionally
poking and scratching, extracting mindless noises from Jackson. His hands slid
from the chest up to the shoulders and then to his hands, after exploring them
they settled on his wrists. Ashton leaned down and nuzzled at his neck, placing
soft kisses up to his ears and then he licked it, followed by a sharp bite. The
way Jackson felt now left him aware on a subconscious level, yet with no
strength left to stop anything or talk, not that he could think clearly or fast
enough to actively register that this wasn’t normal and should be stopped.
Ashton let his arms drop and retracted from Jackson’s personal space but not
for long. Jackson felt the hands back on his wrists and then it wasn’t hands,
it was something cold and hard, he looked down...handcuffs? Then Ashton tugged
hard on them, Jackson didn’t want to get up but the cuffs were digging in. Once
Jackson stood up Ashton lead him to the centre of the room. That was when the
room finally came into focus, it wasn’t the same room as before and he wondered
when they had switched. This room was more dimly lit so everything appeared
extra-blurry. The most eye catching part was the wall though, with his blurry
vision he couldn’t make it out clearly but the wall seemed covered with objects
- his examination was cut short when he felt his arms tugged upwards,
stretching him up. Ashton now had Jackson hanging from a strong hook on the
ceiling via chains, his feet were still flat on the ground, perhaps a mercy on
Ashton’s part.
Ashton watched the muscles flex as they tried to get used to the strain.
Meanwhile, he continued to place soft kisses along his body. The kisses were
too soft to get a reaction out of Jackson, and growing bored Ashton bit around
Jackson’s nipple. The sudden pain surprised Jackson and he let out an
embarrassing yelp. As if trying to soothe him, Ashton licked the faint mark he
just left around the nipple, it made Jackson squirm around, trying to get away
but unable to. Once again Ashton pulled away and he walked a few steps, seeming
to pick something up, and walked back. Jackson disappointingly didn’t show much
reaction to the whip in Ashton’s hands, probably because his brain still wasn’t
quite working.
He did react however when it hit him, he let out a soft gasp, somewhere between
shock and relief as the mild pain distracted him from the itch. The lash fell
down again, “nnng” was the sound he made this time as it criss crossed with the
first lash. Pink marks made it’s way around his torso as the whip fell down
randomly, each time Jackson made soft sounds of relief, the whip was meant to
be felt, but not meant to cause pain...That is until Ashton decided to bring it
down much harder than before while aiming for his nipple, “Ahh!” Jackson
screamed as it hit. The pain seemed to clear his head up a bit, enough for him
to finally see Ashton properly, he was still fully dressed in the same clothes,
his hair still a mild mess of light brown and his expression was the same easy
going smile. It was disorientating, seeing his usual classmate still looking
the same as usual, but with the whip in his hand, a slight gleam of sweat from
swinging the whip and the subtle tent in his jeans. The whip came down again,
hard and fast, straight on top of a previous lash mark, “Sssss” Jackson hissed
as he tried to hold it in this time.
Sensing that Jackson was recovering, Ashton placed down the whip and picked up
another item, a spider gag this time… He brought it back to Jackson and forced
his mouth to open, stuffing the gag into place and securing it behind his head.
It was goddamn uncomfortable having the metal pressed against the top of his
gums and all he could say in protest was half choked noises, he hated it.
“Hmmm, are you thirsty?” Ashton casually asked. Jackson made some more
unrecognisable noises as Ashton fetched a cup of water and took a firm grip to
his chin as he carelessly poured the water down all in one go. Jackson choked
on the water but with Ashton’s hand stopping him from tipping the water out, he
had no choice but to swallow as fast as he can. Most of the water spilled out
of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. He shuddered as they dripped onto his
chest, the cold liquid pleasant on his hot and whipped skin. As soon as Ashton
let go of his chin he tipped his head forward and started hacking, desperately
trying to get the water out of his airway, as he coughed his eyes watered and
when he finally stopped and closed his eyes a tear got squeezed out.
Ka-chik. Startled by the sound, Jackson jerked his head up to see Ashton
holding a camera.
“Mm, you’re making quite the image there, restrained and tied up, shirtless
while covered with whip marks, your mouth held open - unable to form words,
just letting the water spill down yourself, and that tear down your face…”
Ashton commented.
Jackson blushed red, perhaps from anger or perhaps from embarrassment.
“You always looks so unaffected, “ Ashton cooed, “like you don’t care about
anyone else.
Well, you don’t look like that now, do you want to know what you look like?”
Ashton smirked, “ You look helpless, pitiful, embarrassed and self-conscious
like some virgin boy.”
He leaned in and nipped at Jackson’s lower lip, “Wait, you are one aren’t ya?”
Ashton teased.
“You’re panting as hard as a thirsty bitch. Is puppy-dog-Jack still thirsty?”
Ashton asked.
Knowing what’s coming now, Jackson shook his head desperately, not wanting to
choke on any more water.
“Aww.. Don’t hold yourself back, I know you’re thirsty.” Ashton replied to his
own question.
Another tight grip on Jackson’s chin, tilting it up, and once again the glass
touched his lips and water started to go down his throat. Jackson was more
prepared this time, and Ashton was also pouring it slower, less interested in
seeing it spill all over his face and more in making sure Jackson was drinking
it all. After drinking it all in one go, Jackson had ran out of breath and as
soon as there was no more water he gulped in large breaths and panted
desperately.
“That wasn’t enough to sate the thirst of a bitch like you, right? Here, don’t
worry I have more,” Ashton said as he held the jug of water in front of
Jackson.
Before he could stop panting the process repeated itself again, except this
time Ashton couldn’t be bothered with the cup and poured it straight from the
jug. With the gag holding his mouth open, Ashton could see clearly into his
mouth and the back of it as it moved to swallow the water - he briefly
entertained the fantasy of it swallowing something else…
Ashton gave him breaks this time as the jug held a lot of water and his
intention wasn’t to drown him. After he finished the jug Jackson was
practically begging with his eyes and whining for no more. He felt
uncomfortably bloated and he was not thirsty, he tried hard to control his
breathing and didn’t allow himself to gulp in the air in case Ashton thought he
was ‘thirsty’ again. Thankfully Ashton didn’t mention any more water, instead
he let go of Jackson’s chin and turned away to put the jug down. Just like the
previous times, he picked up something else this time around too, it was a …
blindfold.
Staring warily at the black cloth Jackson tried to shake his head again, he
didn’t know what Ashton had in plan but considering his experience so far, it
couldn’t be anything good. Once again, Ashton totally ignored Jackson’s
protests and the blindfold went on once he took grab of a fistfull of Jackson’s
short black hair, pulling painfully until he went still. With his vision
obscured he focused on his other senses as he tried to figure out what Ashton
was up to, however as soon as he did that he started to really notice and feel
the way the handcuffs dug in and how sore his arms were from being held up for
however long it had been. The itch and drowsiness was totally gone to his
relief. His skin had stopped throbbing where he was whipped but he could still
feel them. His jaw had become sore from being stretched open and kept open. He
heard Ashton walk a few steps away, and then another Ka-chik.
God, he hated that camera.
Chapter End Notes
     Like I said, I'm terrible at making chapters equal length.. So this
     is more like the first half of a very, very long chapter..
***** Cont. *****
Jackson jerked on the chains and let out a startled yelp as he felt something
soft brush his side.
“Ahahah, so you are ticklish!” Ashton giggled gleefully, followed by an
onslaught of a feather tracing his side. The chains rattled loudly as he jerked
and tried to curl in on himself but couldn’t with his hands stretched above
him. He started making odd laughing sounds along with yelps and screams as
Ashton used his free hand to tickle his other side too. Just judging by sound,
it sounded like Jackson laughing really hard even though the laughter sounded a
bit odd through the gag. However Jackson’s brows were scrunched up tight and
his body was bucking so wildly it was hard for Ashton to keep his hands on
Jackson.
As Ashton continued, the sounds became less laughter and more muffled shouting
as Jackson tensed his whole body up and crossed one of his legs over the other
despite making it harder to keep balanced.
Curious about what Jackson was trying to say, Ashton freed the gag along with
the blindfold. Jackson didn’t talk immediately, instead taking this break from
the torturous tickling to stretch his jaws and catch his breath as his head
hung down from exhaustion. Without warning a shudder went through his body and
jerked his head up, his muscles clenched tighter.
Getting bored that Jackson wasn’t doing anything despite having the gag
released, Ashton decided to carry on with both his hands.
“Ahhahahah..Aaaah W-wait..Ahahah...Sto-hahah...No Aahh,Ple--ahhaha-please…”
Jackson choked out.
“Please what?” Ashton asked as his hands stopped moving.
“Please, haaah, please Ashton, I..I need the bathroom.” Jackson begged.
“Hmm… But I don’t want to let you down.” Ashton answered.
“I’ll come back straight after, I’ll do anything, just…”Jackson shuddered
again, “ Please I really need the bathroom, don’t be such a fucking dick Ash!”
He was getting frustrated now.
“I think not, especially since you just insulted me.” Ashton coldly replied.
Instead of getting the cuffs off he just placed a hand on Jackson’s stomach and
pressed down.
“Aaaaahh, stop!” Jackson growled.
Ashton stopped applying pressure but kept his hand on Jackson’s stomach, just
when Jackson regained his breath and relaxed a bit Ashton slowly pressed down
again.
“Beg me” Ashton demanded.
Jackson’s face was scrunched up in concentration as he begged,
“Ashton, please don’t do this, please...This isn’t funny anymore, please it
really hurts, I really need to go.” Jackson begged.
“Why do you need to go?”
“I need to p-piss” Jackson stuttered as another shudder ran through him.
“Why should I let you?” Ashton continued to question, as if they were at an
interview instead.
“Please, I’ll do anything you want willingly, just let
me...nnng..puh...haaah..lease” Jackson desperately answered with his eyes
closed.
“Hmm...Anything willingly aye, okay, I’ll let ya piss,” Ashton grinned, “aren’t
ya grateful?”
“Yes, yes, thank you.” Jackson opened his eyes and gave a pained smile.
“But...I’ll only let ya do it here...come on..piss for me.” Ashton let his hand
drop away and stepped back. He grabbed the camera and Ka-chik it went again,
capturing Jackson’s shocked expression at Ashton’s cruelty.
“Haha, I think I’ll video you pissing yourself.” Ashton said.
“NO! No! Ashton don’t!” Jackson exclaimed.
Ashton didn’t reply, he just held the camera steadily and looked over at
Jackson, still that easygoing smile plastered onto his face. Seeing that Ashton
wasn’t going to stop recording, Jackson instead settled for shaking his head as
he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the camera and pretend this wasn’t
happening. His legs were shaking and clenched tight against each other. His
muscles tensing and relaxing as shudders continued to go through. Ashton zoomed
the camera onto Jackson’s face, revealing the beads of sweat sliding down, his
eyes clenched shut with his lashes wet and the way he was biting his bottom
lip.
“Hey Jackson! I might just stop this recording if you say... ‘I’m a naughty
bitch because I like to piss myself’” Ashton said. Jackson had opened his eyes
and started looking hopeful yet he immediately scrunched his face up at what
Ashton was demanding him to say.
“Come on, didn’t you want me to stop recording? Now I’m giving you a chance.”
Ashton persuaded.
Jackson glared at him and then shifted his gaze to the camera, his glare
faltered a bit and he took a deep breath in.
“I- I’m a ….naughty…..bitch….because I like... nnngh... to... haah... p-piss
mysel-Aaaahhhhh” Jackson whimpered.
Ashton had stepped progressively closer as Jackson had started talking, careful
to not jostle the camera too much, after Jackson had said ‘piss’ Ashton had
quickly thrown a light punch straight to Jackson’s stomach and he couldn’t hold
it in any longer, the camera was directed at Jackson’s crotch as obvious
shudders went through him and the light blue jeans started to have a darker
patch spread out.
“I didn’t hear you say ‘myself’” Ashton reminded.
Jackson finally noticed that the camera was still recording and his relaxed and
relieved body suddenly tensed up again and after some serious effort the patch
stopped getting bigger.
“Myself!” Jackson glared.
Ashton laughed and he stopped the recording. He went back to place the camera
down and picked up the empty glass. Walking back to Jackson, it was obvious
that with the camera out of the way, he had relaxed again and the piss was
flowing down steadily. Ashton reached towards Jackson’s zipper and zipped it
down, he then pulled down the briefs slightly so just the head of his dick was
showing, before the piss could splatter onto himself he placed the cup over it
so that it’s collect in there. Jackson did nothing to try stop this, he was
utterly exhausted from trying to keep it in and he was also ashamed and
embarrassed as he blushed red. He turned his head so that he was facing his
arm, stubbornly intent on not seeing and therefore ignoring what was happening.
Ashton once again pressed on Jackson’s stomach to get the stream to hurry up
and fill the cup.
“It’s been awhile since you’ve drunk anything, are you perhaps thirsty again?”
Ashton asked as he brought the newly filled cup upto Jackson’s eye level and
swished it around a bit. The stench of urine hit them both and Jackson looked
close to hysterical as he suddenly shouted,
“YOU ARE FUCKING CRAZY!!! You can’t be wanting me to drink that! That is
absolutely disgusting! What the fuck is with you drugging me and tying me up
and fucking torturing me?!? Is this your idea of a joke? ‘Cause I am not
fucking laughing, this is just sick, you’re sick!”
The chains rattled loudly as he tried to free himself but with no avail.
“Ahahah, calm down man, actually don’t, it’s so amusing to watch that calm
demeanor of yours break.” Ashton replied, in fact his easygoing smile had gone
too, now he looked like he was sneering and mean and nowhere near the friendly
look he normally gave off.
Jackson had gone quiet again as he looked at Ashton carefully, his eyes were a
bit fearful now as he realised this was very very far from the friend he’d
known for three years.
“Aww, you’re putting on that boring calm face again!” Ashton mocked, “and I
seem to recall you promise to do anything I wanted willingly, after all I did
let you piss.” He swirled the cup again to remind Jackson what was inside.
Jackson blanched as he saw the cup.
“Okay now, I want photos of you drinking your own piss, if you let any of it
spill we can just repeat the process we just went through and I’ll get some
fresh piss from you.” Ashton warned.
Jackson tensed at the thought. Ashton picked up the camera and fiddled with the
buttons.
“Oh yeah, let me show you the video!” Ashton cheerfully said, as if it was just
any regular video.
He shoved the screen in front of Jackson’s face and took a hold of his hair, at
first Jackson just closed his eyes but he tightened his hold until Jackson knew
better and opened them, just in time to see the bit where he claimed to be a
naughty bitch and pissed himself.
“Ya know I can just cut out everything except the bit where you pissed yourself
and post it onto your facebook for all your friends and family to see.” Ashton
said.
Jackson was alarmed and looked at Ashton’s face, trying to search for a sign
that he was lying, that this all was a joke in bad taste and that his Ashton
still existed. Whatever he found in there obviously disappointed him as he hung
his head back down in defeat and croaked,
“What do you want from me?”
“Now we’re getting somewhere, you see I won’t have to post this anywhere if ya
do what I say, so first of all I suggest you drink your own piss slowly,
savouring the taste, as I take as many photos as I want.”
Ashton answered.
Jackson gave a tired nod, however instead of bringing the cup to his lips
Ashton actually set it down and then he reached up to Jackson’s left arm.
“Obviously...If you do anything stupid, like try to resist or fight, that video
will still go up.” Ashton warned as he freed the left arm. Jackson looked
surprised as he stared at his freed hand, flexing it as he tried to get the
blood circulation to work, the cuffs were probably better cushioned than what
it felt like because there was no bruise, it just felt slightly sore.
“What’s this for?” Jackson asked, confused by why one of his hands were free.
“I told you I wanted to see you drink it yourself, willingly.” Ashton answered
easily, “I don’t need to warn you again, right?”
Jackson paled as he realised that Ashton wanted Jackson to force him to drink
it himself, with his own hand.
Ashton picked up the glass and handed it to Jackson, “Don’t drink it yet.”
He then picked up the camera and moved to an angle where he could get Jackson’s
face and left hand, but not his right, so it would look like Jackson was just
shirtless and drinking his own piss for his own entertainment, not Ashton’s.
After getting everything set up Ashton demanded, “Slowly okay, sip it, don’t
gulp it down, go on.” Jackson hesitantly looked over at Ashton, he was serious,
the end of his lips twisted up into a smirk. Jackson unsteadily lifted his left
arm, wishing his other arm was free if only to block his nose because this
close he was getting the full blast of the stench and that meant he couldn’t
even imagine that this was just pineapple juice. He steadied his nerves and let
the cup touch his lips - Ka-chik. Jackson really, really hated the camera right
now, he’d choose to hate Ashton instead but that wasn’t a possible choice, he
had a feeling that whatever Ashton got him to do, he wouldn’t be able to hate
him.
Jackson glanced over at Ashton again, startled to find that he’d come closer
and looked on eagerly. Might as well just get this over with, Jackson thought
as he slowly tipped his piss into his mouth, another Ka-Chik. Jackson rolled
his eyes at the sound that was starting to get more familiar. He continued to
sip at the cup until Ashton said, “Stop.”
Confused, but actually happy to follow that order, Jackson stopped immediately.
Ashton placed the camera down and walked forward to take the cup from him.
“What does it taste like?” He asked curiously.
“Why don’t you try it for yourself?” Jackson snapped back.
“Ooh how scandalous ~ Does Jackson want to get me to drink his piss?” Ashton
teased.
“You disgust me.” Jackson snarled.
“What. does. it. taste. like? Answer me.” Ashton demanded as he twisted
Jackson’s nipple with his free hand, no longer joking around.
“Aah! Salty!”Jackson answered quickly.
“Hmm… well, now I want you to dip your hand into this and spread it over
yourself.” Ashton said as he offered the cup closer, there were about half a
cup still in there.
Jackson stared incredulously at Ashton, totally aghast but fully understanding
that he meant what he said. Reluctantly, his dipped two of his fingers into the
cup and then stared questioningly at Ashton.
“Chest first,” Ashton replied to the unsaid question.
Obediently, Jackson really did moving his wet fingers over his chest, he didn’t
have much chest hair but the moisture was still staying there well. Once he had
methodically covered his front there wasn’t much left in the cup and that was
when Ashton changed his order,
“Now I want you to coat your cheeks and underneath your nose with your piss.”
So Jackson did just that, his face itched and now he was constantly smelling
piss. There was still a bit left and before Jackson saw what was happening, his
face had been splashed with piss.
“Ah! My eyes!” He exclaimed.
“Ahahah, look at you, you’re so filthy.” Ashton laughed. And despite currently
being unable to see, Jackson’s face burned with shame. Ashton grabbed Jackson’s
left hand tightly and secured it again.
“Do you seriously have to do that? It’s so uncomfortable.” Jackson complained.
“Precisely.” Was the only answer he got back as he walked away with the camera.
“Where are you going?” Jackson called after him.
The door shut.
***** Aftercare *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ashton walked back into his room. He opened his laptop and inserted the
Camera’s memory card, uploading it for backup and so it'd be easier to access.
The upload speed was slow but that didn’t matter, he wasn’t in a rush after all
Jackson couldn’t run anywhere. Once it had all uploaded he closed all evidence,
started the bath in his bathroom and walked back into the other room.
Jackson’s head snapped up as soon as he heard the footsteps, he looked at
Ashton, the easygoing smile was back and maybe with it was a bit of his Ashton.
Neither of them said anything as Ashton approached and reached up to touch the
handcuffs.
“I’ve still got the photos and videos,” he whispered threateningly.
Jackson nodded, although inside he was almost amused at how Ashton felt it was
necessary to warn him when Jackson couldn’t harm Ashton, even if it was a
choice between harming Ashton and the video being posted. He wasn’t about to
tell him that though. After releasing Jackson, Ashton did seem a lot kinder as
he gently worked the tension out of Jackson’s arms and got the blood
circulation back to his fingertips. However his kindness didn’t last long as he
gripped Jackson’s hair and pushed his head down, dragging him out by that.
When he was finally allowed to raise his head he realised he was in the
bathroom and Ashton leaned down to turn off the tap.
“Shower first, then wrap this towel around your waist and go into the bath.”
Ashton ordered and left. The shower and bath were right next to each other,
between them was a stool with a single towel folded on it. The shower was, as
expected, quite a fancy one. It could fit 2-3 people comfortably and on the
walls were holes where water could spray out of. The bath was a corner spa
bath, able to seat four people and likewise it had plenty of holes that sprayed
water. At first he was worried that the water would hurt against his whipped
skin, but it wasn’t too bad, he left the water jets alone though, his skin felt
too raw for that.
After lathering his whole body with soap he finally felt like he wasn’t reeking
of piss and he obediently wrapped the towel around himself and slowly lowered
himself into the spa bath. The water was just right, not painful on his skin,
nor too cold. To his surprise he heard footsteps leading to the bathroom.
Jackson thanked the gods that he was already in the water and could hide his
private parts, then he turned his head around to face Ashton. He was smiling as
he walked in which made Jackson relax somewhat, that is until he spotted the
spider gag…
“I don’t want you to speak a word. Can you do that?” Ashton asked, “Or do I
need to put this back into your mouth?”
Jackson shook his head quickly at that.
Seeming to be pleased by the quick answer, Ashton dropped the gag down and
grabbed the shampoo container. He then dropped down to his knees beside the
bath and squeezed some onto his hands. Jackson was puzzled by the action but
didn’t dare ask because he really did not want that gag anywhere near him. He
was only further confused when Ashton started to rub the shampoo into his hair,
he wanted to tell him he had already washed everything off with soap but once
again he didn’t dare to speak. However, even more pressingly he wanted to ask :
Why? Why humiliate him, blackmail him and then look after him? The first two he
could put down as Ashton getting ‘revenge’ for something that he was not aware
that he had done, or just for cruel entertainment and the last one he could put
down as some weird affectionate show of friendship, except together those three
just made no sense.
Having spread the shampoo all over his hair, Ashton started to knead his
fingers into Jackson’s scalp and gently scratch against it. It felt wonderful,
Jackson decided, and worth all the humiliation he’d just experienced. No, bad
thought, it was not worth it because that shouldn’t have happened.
But he’d never thought Ashton would wash his hair, fantasized about it
certainly but it was on the list of fantasies that only had a 0.1 % chance of
coming true, in fact most of his fantasies were on that list because they all
contained Ashton and he knew he was 100% friendzoned plus likely to be
unattractive to Ashton due to his gender. After all it’s always assume straight
until proved wrong. He wasn’t so sure now, nothing overly sexual had been done,
yes there were a few light kisses but that was it, the whipping and watersport
seemed more likely to be actions coming from a bully finding enjoyment than
sexual attraction. And this massage? Well, Jackson simply had no idea what it
meant, the only idea he has is that Ashton’s hands feel amazing like this and
he wishes it’ll last as long as possible.
Soon Ashton was done with the hair and he grabbed a bar of soap instead. He
quickly rubbed the bar over Jackson’s shoulders and neck which were above the
water and then started to work earnestly at Jackson’s shoulders. At first it
was painful and pleasurable at the same time, his shoulders were extremely
tense from the way he was held before and it really hurt to have fingers prod
at the knots. After a while it got much better as they relaxed under Ashton’s
fingers. Jackson couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as it felt so good to
be relaxed and massaged, then he immediately tensed when he realised he had
made some noise. Yet after a few seconds the hands continued to stay on his
shoulders and made no move to fetch the gag and he allowed himself to relax
again.
The massage lasted long, but not long enough as Jackson caught himself yearning
for more of those fingers against his skin. However before Ashton got up
Jackson felt something press lightly into his shoulder followed by a breath of
wind...a kiss? He wondered, but before being able to confirm anything Ashton
had stood up.
“Dry yourself. Clothes are over there.” Ashton commanded. He handed Jackson the
towel, gestured to a stack of clothes within reach and walked out. Jackson
wanted to say thank you but the silence order hadn’t been cancelled, instead he
just nodded.
Ashton had left him clean clothes, thank god, but they were also probably his.
Before putting them on he buried his face in them, yep..definitely Ashton’s. He
couldn’t quite describe it but he always had a scent that smelled like sunshine
and fresh grass, maybe due to playing soccer outside. Jackson got dressed
quickly and tried not to think too much about where his briefs had come from.
Ashton was waiting outside and as soon as he saw Jackson he said, “Dinner time,
ya can talk but not about anything we did today except for the project.”
Jackson snorted, “I know that.”
The food was pleasant and he thanked Melissa for the delicious cooking, however
the dinner itself was a bit peculiar. Ashton’s parents were there but there was
not much conversation, in fact the only conversation came from his father who
kept on asking Jackson questions like, “what do your parents do, Jackson?” It
felt like an interview, and although Ashton and his mother were smiling, it
felt... hostile.
After dinner they went back up to Ashton’s room and Jackson packed his laptop
up.
“Monday, after school, come over to work on the project and pick up your
clothes,” Ashton reminded brightly.
Jackson shrugged.
Ashton then leaned in, as if going for a hug, but instead he found his neck
grabbed and a whisper in his ear, “You know what I’ll do if you don’t turn up.”
Then just as suddenly as the neck grab, he let go and Ashton waved him off with
a cheerful smile, as if all that happened today was that they made good
progress on the project and had good food. Jackson was sure he’d come back
anyways, after all, his own heart is nailed here.
Chapter End Notes
     Comments are appreciated :)
***** Nightmare or Dream? *****
Chapter Notes
     Don't worry, this is purposely confusing but should make more sense
     by the end.
The man trailed his finger across the boy’s naked chest, he said something
soothing and the boy stopped trembling. No. That wasn’t right, he must have
said something threatening and the boy stopped his hands from trembling,
because instead he closed his eyes, face scrunched up. It hurt, something hurt,
it hurt everywhere? No, yes, it hurt everywhere but especially his ass, fear
gripped him,  what if something had ripped? Would he just slowly bleed out from
his ass and die?  The thrusts continue and the boy feels the man lick up his
neck.  Help.
No, no pain, just light kisses, brush his lips against his shoulders, tenderly
across his collarbone, maybe a light nibble.
The man bites down on the boy’s shoulder, the boy’s mouth falls open in a
silent scream.  
A gentle nibble on the ear lobe coaxes out a gentle moan, it echoes sensually
in the room. He gives the ear a lick, breathing heavily into it until all he
can hear is his breathing, until his breathing becomes his world and then he’d
own him entirely.
Pain is the boy’s world, he’s sore, tired, sobbing desperately, he knows he’s
filthy,  “No one wants a dirty sniveling brat like you, except me, so without
me you’re nothing. Nothing, understand?”  The words exchanged in bed makes the
boy cry harder.
They exchange breath, life, using their mouths to inspire life with no words,
warm and wet and sweet. His hands dance upon his skin, strong and elegant,
steady, bringing out mindless vocalisations. No thoughts pass here, they live
in the moment.
At some point the human mind cannot be pushed any further, all thought is
stopped, mind blank. No more pain.
 
Fear and disgust remains, the boy flinches at the man’s presence and the man
loves it. He loves his power, he can do anything, only his desires matter. The
ideal target are the ones who’ve lost their voices, they can never tell, they
care too much.
He feels a tent forming in his pants, he loves seeing his reactions, they
belong only to him. Only he can wrench them out of him, only he can control
them, they’re his. He watches him sag in relief, all slack-jawed and drooling,
he looks beautiful. He grabs him by the back of the neck and mashes their lips
together, they melt into each other, he never wants to be apart.   
 
With a deep grunt, the man thrusts in one last time, he tugs the boy’s hair,
looks down at those wet bloody lips.  “My slut.” The man comes.
 
He comes.
 
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The sticky feeling wakes Ashton up. Befuddled, he looks down and nearly
blanches. The dream comes back to him in jarred bits and pieces but what he
remembered were enough to thoroughly sicken him. He shakes his head to clear
off the last remains of sleep and pulled himself out of bed. The night air was
cold compared to his bed but he refused to put on a robe.
 
He walked into the bathroom and looked down at the mess on his stomach. He
recalls how the man had manipulated him to his will, regardless of how the boy
had felt, he recalls how he’d done whatever he wanted to Jackson without a
care.  Disgusting.  Suddenly he couldn’t bear it anymore, he jumped into the
shower immediately. The water was freezing cold but that didn’t matter, that
was all he deserved.
 
He started to scrub furiously at his stomach, the skin there was the only red
part of himself, in fact he was started to go blue everywhere else. The night
was too cold to be taking a freezing shower. His cock looked even more
shriveled up than before and he felt a surge of pride at that. He roughly
toweled himself dry and walked back into his room. The moon cast a gentle glow
into his room, it was dark but he could just make out where things were. He
rummaged around a bit in the wardrobe until his fingers closed over cold metal.

The metal was bent into the shape of rings parallel together and held together
by tough pieces of leather. It was a cock ring, it wasn’t new like his recent
other toys, this one he’d had for a while. He grabbed it and sat down on the
edge of his bed. Methodically, he slipped his cock through the device, it also
came with a penis plug which he efficiently slid into place and locked in. He
took no pleasure in this, but comfort, that he was in control, that he could
control his own urges. He laid back down into the bed. This time sleep was a
lot harder to find. His thought kept circling back to his dream and it made him
sick, he made him sick. Every time the thought crosses his mind he would pinch
his balls and then briefly feel his cock twitch in interest and then in pain as
it pushed against the constricting cock ring. In the end he finally fell into
shallow sleep while muttering “I’m not like him” like a life-saving mantra.
***** Flashback *****
Meanwhile, Jackson was propped up against cushions in his bed while his eyes
stared blankly at the ceiling. Ashton preoccupied his thoughts, his mind
obviously prioritized Ashton over sleep because he didn’t feel sleepy at all.
Instead, flashes of the last few hours replayed again and again in his head. It
wasn’t just memories of the past few hours however. There was another memory
that also featured prominently.
~Three years ago~
 It was his second week at the soccer club, and so far things weren’t going as
well as he’d hoped. The soccer training was fine, he didn’t really mind the
physical tasks and skill practices. However everything else was not. It was to
the point where he’d considered to just stop coming and get pegged as one of
those kids that lost interest as soon as commitment was mentioned by the coach.
The thing is, no one passes to him when they play soccer matches. Which sounds
like a stupid worry that little kids would have but he couldn’t help being
bothered by it. The same would happen after club practices, the other guys
would chat in this big circle and fool around while he silently packed up. He
wasn’t stupid, he knew that he was being outcasted and also had no idea what to
do about it. The same thing was happening today, one thing that was different
though was that he heard his name.

“Hey, you see Jackson over there?”
 “Jackson? Who’s that?”
The boys laughed at that person’s reply.
“Dude, he was just on your team earlier, the one who’s picking up the cones
over there.”
“Ooh, yeah, so what about him?”
“Don’t you think he’s kinda intimidating? What the hell is he even doing in
this club? I feel like he’s just gonna punch me in the guts if I do so much as
look at him.”
“Yeah man, he shouldn’t be here if he’s just looking for a fight.”
 “You guys think he’s scary?”
“Dude, he’s totally got the face of a murderer or something.”
Suddenly, clear and bright laughter filled the field.
“Hahah, I can’t believe you guys. You’re such a wuss, he’s not scary at all, he
just looks like an overgrown puppy, ahahaha, now I can’t stop laughing.”
“What the fuck, I think there’s something wrong with your eyes, which part of
him resembles ‘puppy’ to you?”
“Here, I’ll show you.”
Jackson wasn’t close enough to pick up on all that they said but he knew that
they were talking about him and it made him tense up and try to curl in on
himself. Then it was all quiet except for the footsteps that were….coming this
way? He felt panic flare up inside of him as he recalled hearing the words
‘looking for a fight’ and he hoped that the footsteps would just pass by.
Instead they stopped right behind him.
He felt a strong hand grip his shoulder and tensed up in response, but all the
other guy did was turn him around. The other guy looked startling feminine, no
that wasn’t quite right, he didn’t look ‘girly’ but just not like a buff guy
who wanted to beat him around. He probably just had that first impression
because of the almond shaped face and long lashes. All sign of femininity
stopped there however. He was tall, only a few centimeters shorter than
himself. His light brown hair looked shaggy and messy, it was probably his bed
hair. His hazel eyes seemed to look at him in mischievously as he pushed
Jackson in front of himself and started to ruffle Jackson’s hair.

Jackson was too taken aback to try move out of the way, instead he made a
startled yelp and blushed red.  The other guy was shaking with laughter at this
and continue to ruffle his hair,
“See? Definitely a puppy.”
Jackson seemed to snap out of his embarrassment, “What about a puppy?”
“Oh, nothing, don’t worry about it.” The other guy smiled at him, yet he didn’t
feel reassured.

 Jackson felt even less reassured when his heart jumped crazily when he found
out the other guy’s name was Ashton. He also learnt that the other boys in his
team weren’t cruel and trying to be a bully, they were simply intimidated.
After Ashton broke the ice, they warmed up to him too and finally they were a
proper team.
 
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Jackson caught himself smiling as he recalled that memory. He loves how the
memory starts off with him feeling lonely but ends with him gaining quite a few
new friends. It’s one of his fondest memories yet his smile turns into a frown
when today’s memory comes to him again. He felt so confused at the change in
Ashton’s behavior. Three years of smiley and easy-going Ash, all shattered by
the cruel Ashton from today. What was going on? Was Ashton gay? What did he do
to make Ashton do this? Is this hate or revenge or bullying or entertainment or
curiosity or, or, or what? The questions just kept circling around in his head
and then he realised that after being friends with Ashton for three years, when
it really came down to it and the questions pop up, he has no way of answering
it. How well does he actually know Ash, does he know Ashton? Because judging by
today he didn’t. What if today was his true self? What if Ashton just really
wanted and enjoyed tormenting Jackson? What if he was slyly hiding behind a
mask all this time? The thought made Jackson shudder. What if he wants to do
even more horrible things? That thought made Jackson fear, because deep down he
knew that if that was the case, he wouldn’t be able to stop him. He would just
take it as long as it made Ashton happy. Anything. 
***** Monday - School *****
Jackson doesn’t see Ashton again until morning tea. He’d considered avoiding
Ashton. He was mad and he didn’t know what to do around Ashton anymore. But
it’s pretty hard to avoid someone when you’re in the same class and friend
group. He had to see him after school too. Some form of fear seemed to reside
in Jackson at that thought. Before yesterday he wouldn’t have believed that
Ashton could blackmail him. But now he believed it, he knew Ashton wasn’t just
giving empty threats. Well, actually he didn’t know about the empty threats
part. He just knows that the powers in Ashton’s hands now and he didn’t seem
afraid to use it. Ashton had told him to come over to finish the project,
somehow Jackson believes that’s not going to be the only thing they do today.
But seeing as avoiding Ashton wasn’t very possible, here they were at morning
tea, sitting with their group on the soft grass and Ashton was acting  normal.
 
It was the worse reaction he could hope for in a way, because here’s the guy
who’s sexually harassed him and blackmailed him. But  here  is the guy who’s
smiling softly and joking around with the other boys. The anger spiked up in
Jackson, it wasn’t fair to have destroyed their ‘normal’ and then pretend that
it never happened. Then again, nothing with this was ‘normal’. And that just
made Jackson question everything again. He couldn’t lie to himself that he
wasn’t curious now though.
 
Maybe that’s why stereotypically “girls always fall for the bad boys.” It’s
probably something to do with the intrigue, mystery and thrill that they give.
Yes, Jackson was interested before, but now he wanted to know, to understand.
He watched Ashton out of the corner of his eye. Ashton seemed much more
cheerful than during whatever that was yesterday. However, after focussing for
a few minutes Jackson started to notice something.
 
Ashton seemed to laugh and smile a lot, that he’d always known. But what he
hadn’t noticed before was that whenever he wasn’t actively participating in
conversation his face would automatically go back to a blank expression. It was
extremely noticeable when he’d laugh like what was said was the funniest thing
in the world yet when the boys looked elsewhere it was like the laughing
expression dropped right off.
 
Jackson was hit by an uneasy feeling as he realised that his fears earlier was
likely true. The way Ashton could change expressions was just like changing
masks. The abruptness felt unnatural and whenever his face looked blank, it
looked  blank.  As if Ashton wasn’t here, as if only the physical shell was
left. How long has this been going on? Was Ashton always this empty?
 
He stared for a bit too long and he knew that Ashton had noticed when he turned
around and smiled. The same old smile. Jackson reined in the anger in him and
looked back at him blankly. He knew better than to show Ashton a reaction after
yesterday. After all, that’s what bullies want, a reaction. Something to laugh
at and feel superior for. And Jackson was not going to give him that
satisfaction. He wasn’t going to flinch away like some coward either. So they
stubbornly stare at each other, neither wanted to back away, a silent challenge
that gave nothing away.
 
That’s when it really hit him. Of course he’d realised this earlier, but it was
like it had only sinked in now.
They couldn’t go back to before. The trust was broken.
 
It wasn’t just that he couldn’t trust Ashton to not hurt him. But rather he
couldn’t trust Ashton to not lie. He couldn’t trust that Ashton was Ashton,
everything about him seemed off now. Unnatural. Fake. Too many masks.
 
He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to know. But what would happen when he
did, would everything be broken then? Jackson looked away. He didn’t dare to
look back at Ashton for the rest of the break. He tried to tell himself it was
just because that ant crawling around was too interesting for him to look up.
He was never good at lying.
 
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After School
 
Last period of the day and they had class together. Jackson briefly entertained
the idea of running off. The only thing holding him back was the video, so he
fought his instincts and sat still as the bell rang. He slowly packed his pens
and books into his bag as all his other classmates eagerly left the classroom.
A hand fell on his shoulder.

 “Come on.” Ashton said.
Jackson tried to shrug off the hand as he stood up but all that happened was
that Ashton tightened his grip.
“Let go. I won’t run.” Jackson demanded flatly.
“I know.” Ashton replied but kept his hand on the shoulder.
 
Ashton basically steered him all the way to the gate. There was a car waiting
for them, he didn’t know that Ashton got picked up every day either. He got
practically shoved into the car, Ashton following closely behind and then the
car was driving off. Jackson tried to get comfortable in his seat as he
 clipped the seat belt in. The silence was heavy and somehow the seatbelt -
which he hardly notices normally - seemed constricting.
 
The anticipation was building up in him. He knows that he can survive whatever
Ashton will throw at him, but he couldn’t help anticipating the worse. It was
like getting an injection. You know that the needle will only hurt as much as a
pinch, yet before the injection you get more and more scared of the needle. He
wants the drive to just end already, he wants everything Ashton will do to be
over already. Get it over and done with, no more anticipation. Yet he didn’t
ever want the drive to end, he almost prayed that they’d get in a car accident
on the way despite knowing that a car accident would hurt much more.
 
There were no car accidents and the car smoothly stopped in front of the door.
 
Like saturday, they settled into Ashton’s room and started working on the
project, but unlike Saturday there was some tension in the room now. Jackson
had no delusions that he’d be let off so easily. Instead the anticipation
continued to grow in him. How long was Ashton going to keep up this facade for?
Jackson took care not to drink or eat anything here today. He didn’t know how
Ashton was planning to do this, but he did know that he won’t be getting
drugged today. Unless Ashton pulled the blackmailing card and forced him. But
why do that when he can just tell Jackson to do everything while he wasn’t on
drugs anyways.
 
They had just finished planning their presentation when Ashton decided it was
finally time. He walked over and grabbed Jackson’s collar.
“Up. Time for some fun.” Ashton cheerfully said.
It almost came as a relief to Jackson by now. He couldn’t just sit there any
longer when he knew what was coming up. Jackson’s legs felt weak already as
Ashton dragged him into his ensuite bathroom.
 
“Why are ya being so cold again?” Ashton cooed as he slipped his arms around
Jackson’s waist.
All of Jackson’s muscles tensed at the contact and he could feel a growing
blush. No, no, this was not sweet, it was just Ashton’s cruel sense of humour
he reminded himself.
“I’m not.” He growled.
“Liar, liar, pants on fire.” Ashton sang.
“And here I thought we’d made some progress on Saturday yet you totally ignored
me today. Looks like I need to punish you for that.” Ashton whispered into
Jackson’s ear.
Jackson shuddered hard, bumping his ass into Ashton because of it.
“Shhh.. You’re not getting out of it even if ya grind up against me,” Ashton
chuckled.
“Fuck you, I’m not!” Jackson shouted.
Ashton suddenly stepped back and Jackson felt the cold air hit his back.
Then hands were on his shoulders, pushing down.

“Kneel.”
***** Enema *****
Jackson gasped when he felt a cold thing probe his asshole, it was as thick as
a finger and seemed to be spreading lube before gently applying pressure, as if
asking to be let inside. He was not going to let that happen, so he clenched
tight in order to hopefully stop it. His jeans were pooling around his knees
and his briefs were pulled to one side so his hole was on show, he blushed at
that thought.
“Jackson, relax. I’m gonna shove it in ya either way so make it easier on
yourself.” Ashton whispered.
 Both of them knew it was more of a threat than reassurance and so Jackson
closed his eyes and tried to relax his body. It slipped in.
“God, that’s so uncomfortable! Take it out!” Jackson snapped.
Ashton just shushed him and pushed the thing further in, a backwards glance
told him it was a tube attached to a bag of water, fear suddenly gripped him.
“Ashton, no, I don’t want that!” Jackson said as he shook his head at the bag
of water.
“Shhh, don’t worry, just gonna make ya nice and clean.” Ashton hummed.
 
Then he started to pump something and to Jackson’s horror he felt something
stretch his hole, plugging it so the water would have no way out, he barely
suppressed his whimper. He felt it clearly when the water started to go in, he
was burning down there before but the water was cool. Realizing it wasn’t that
bad he relaxed slightly, the water sloshing around was really weird and made
him uncomfortable but it wasn’t hurting him… Until he realized with some panic
that it wasn’t stopping, he already felt full yet it continued to go in, and in
some irrational part of his brain he thought it’d make him burst.
“Stop! It’s too much, no, no Ashton, I’m going to burst! Stop!” He shouted.
“Hmm? You’re not making me feel like stopping.” Ashton replied as he ran a hand
over Jackson’s stomach. Jackson looked down too, he was on his hands and knees
and it was obvious that his stomach was bulging as he couldn’t see his crotch,
he didn’t hold back his whimper this time.
“Please Ashton, I feel so bloated, there’s no way any more water can go in!
Please!” Jackson begged.
“Mmm, that’s more like it.” Ashton replied as he stopped the flow of water,
left hand still caressing Jackson’s belly.

Jackson let out a small broken sob in relief as he kneeled there and tried to
take small breaths to avoid putting more pressure on. His peace was short lived
however as he felt his stomach start to cramp. He started to sweat as he
focused on trying to control himself, he really didn’t want to beg anymore.
“Oh it’s gotten so big, almost looks like your pregnant don’tcha think?” Ashton
asked as he patted his stomach. Jackson bit down on his lips as he tried to
hold his pained sounds in and his eyes watered at the impact.
“Fuck you!” Jackson growled, he was so irritated by how much of a jerk Ashton
was being and his stomach really hurts. Ashton raised his eyebrows at the
outlash, but he just calmly stretched his right arm around Jackson as if he was
hugging him from behind and then...squeezed.
“Aaaaaahhhhhh, Aaahh, stop it!! Aaaaaaahhh, I’m - I’m sorry!” Jackson sobbed.
As soon as Jackson apologised Ashton stopped rhythmically squeezing and went
back to gently caressing. Jackson was openly sobbing and whining now, he
couldn’t think properly, all he knew was that it really hurt and he wants this
water out of him.
“Ashton, can I go to the toilet now? It hurts, oh, it hurts so badly!” Jackson
asked.
“You don’t want to just do it here? Soil yourself just like yesterday, like the
filthy bitch you are.” Ashton mocked. Jackson shook his head quickly,
“No! Eww!.. Please, just let me go to the toilet?” Jackson cried.
“Sure thing, I’ll leave ya to it then.” Ashton replied as the door fell shut.
Jackson crawled over to the toilet and somehow managed to get onto the toilet
seat, grimacing, he realised he’d need to pull the plug out and gave a
tentative tug. He winced but it probably wasn’t really inflated as much as it
felt like because he managed to slowly ease it out. As soon as he was unplugged
the water started spraying out, he carelessly dropped the enema stuff beside
him and used his hands to cover his ears. His cheeks were flushed in shame as
the spraying sound went on for a while, slowly being reduced to a stream and
then droplets. He wiped himself clean and then flushed the toilet without
looking.
 
Ashton came back in just while Jackson was trying to zip his jeans back up.
 “Leave it, we need to do that again to get you fully cleaned out.” Ashton
commented.
Jackson tensed and looked at him in horror, he finally got it over with and now
they needed to repeat it again!?
“Are you shittin’ me?!?”
Ashton chuckled at his expression,
“No, you’re gonna be shitting yourself,” Jackson rolled his eyes at Ashton’s
answer.
“Don’t worry, it’ll just be a quick one this time, I promise I’ll play nice.”
Ashton reassured.
“Oh, so you admit to being a dickhead on purpose?” Jackson accused.
“Maybe~ Now come on, go back down.” Ashton ordered.
Jackson took in a deep breath and resigned himself to just take it. Ashton
didn’t break his promise, it really wasn’t as bad as the first time and he
didn’t need to beg for the water to stop, he didn’t need to hold it in for long
and Ashton walked out without being asked. It still sucked though.
***** Swing *****
Jackson stood in the other room, looking at the thing dangling from the
ceiling.
“Seriously?” Jackson asked.
Ashton smiled, “Yes, now take all your clothes off, don’t make me repeat
myself.”
Jackson shook his head, he was already contemplating Ashton’s sanity and now
he’s wondering about himself for letting this happen even if the threat of
blackmail was everywhere. Ashton hadn’t mentioned the video yet, he didn’t have
to. Jackson stripped efficiently, not wanting to drag it on and make it worse
for himself, or make it look like he was teasing Ashton, good lord he’s bad
enough without it.

 Ashton placed a hand on Jackson’s bare shoulder, making him flinch, before
slowly leading him to the leather swing. Jackson was hesitant but got on when
Ashton nudged him. He didn’t restrain him straight away, he knew Jackson was
unlikely to lash out now...yet. From the side he leaned over and took Jackson’s
wrists into his hand, he didn’t hold them down, only letting him feel the
weight. Then he started to gently kiss him, Jackson was a bit unresponsive at
first but then seemed to give in, even deepening the kiss himself. This
continued for a while until they were both out of breath and avoiding eye
contact.
 
Ashton cuffed each of Jackson’s hands to the restraints above, he struggled a
bit but it seemed more like he was testing them rather than trying to get out.
Now that Ashton’s hands were free he traveled down until they were on his
nipple, he rubbed over them and gently pinched. Jackson calmly looked at what
he was doing,
“You know if that is supposed to be sensual, I’m really not feeling it.”
Jackson said.
A flash of irritation crossed Ashton’s face before he smiled,
“Then we better fix that.”
Ashton walked away and came back flaunting two small black objects, they had a
knob at one end and a thick tube leading to it.
“These little darlings are called Nipple Suckers, they’ll make your buds much
more sensitive for me.”
Ashton explained joyfully as he placed them on, to Jackson’s relief they didn’t
hurt, it just felt a bit weird having suction there. Ashton seemed to find it
amusing to flick them and watch them jiggle for a bit before he turned his
attention to his legs, strapping them in place.
 
Ashton hadn’t acknowledged the sight of his junk yet so he had almost forgotten
but now with his legs held up and spread wide, everything was in plain sight.
Jackson felt a hand caress his butt cheeks and then Ashton was groping his butt
cheeks and spreading them out.
“Where do you think you’re touching?!” Jackson growled.
Ashton continued as if he hadn’t heard Jackson, and then to his confusion
Ashton kneeled down between Jackson’s legs.
 
Jackson could just feel Ashton’s breath on his ass if he closed his eyes and
focused on his senses. Considering how Ashton was kneeling down, Jackson
thought there were two possibilities; Either surprisingly he was going to get a
blow job or Ashton just wanted to see clearer. Both possibilities felt
absolutely humiliating and over personal to him.
 
But then he felt something forced between his buttcheeks and a lick on his
asshole. Jackson realised that this was much much more humiliating than the
previous two options he thought of.
“Stop! Stop! Ashton don’t do that!” He desperately shouted.
Ashton pulled his face back and Jackson relaxed.
“Dirty? Didn’t we just clean ya up for this?” Ashton reminded.
He recalled the enema while Ashton blew across his asshole, Jackson shuddered
and he wasn’t sure from which. Then Ashton was back at it, licking all over his
asshole.
 
Jackson pulled earnestly on the bindings now, he wanted his hands free so that
he could just push Ashton’s head away from there. He wanted his legs free to be
able to close his legs. His struggling made the swing move around and shake but
the bindings held tight. Ashton gripped his buttcheeks harder in warning but
otherwise didn’t react.
 
Jackson briefly stopped struggling and tried to catch his breath. He was
painfully aware of the tongue lapping at his entrance, it felt weird, wet and
slightly ticklish in a way. He could feel himself twitching from the
simulation. He could feel his face burning as he thought of how dirty this was.
All he could hear was his heavy breathing and soft squelching noises.
 
Then Ashton wasn’t licking him anymore, instead it was prodding at Jackson’s
entrance. He was too surprised to clench down and so the tongue successfully
reached inside. When he tried to clench down all he could feel was hole
twitching around Ashton’s tongue. Then the tongue started wiggling and trying
to go deeper. Jackson  squeaked . He felt a rush of air as Ashton let out a
huff, he was probably laughing at the sound.
 
This went on a few more times. Ashton would stick his tongue in and out of his
hole, then go up for a break and then go back down to lick. As Jackson got used
to the feeling, to his horror he started to enjoy it. Instead of just being
ticklish, it would send pleasant tingles up his spine, causing him to moan. And
every time Ashton briefly stopped to rest, Jackson would feel his entire body
relax and pant loudly.
 
Ashton went down again, except this time only one hand was holding a butt cheek
out of the way and soon Jackson felt a finger prodding at his entrance along
with the tongue.
“Nng, no! Take it out!” Jackson protested between moans. His fingers curled
into a fist as the finger pumped in and out of him. It was a mixture of
discomfort and pleasure, in response his body shook in confusion towards how to
react.
 
Jackson felt everything pull out and tried to sit up to see what Ashton was
doing. He couldn’t quite  
See but he heard the sound of a cap being flicked open. Then the finger was
back at his entrance except this time it was cold and slick. The lube made the
squelching sound much louder and Jackson grinded his teeth in shame. He knew he
couldn’t talk his way out of it, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try preserve
some kind of self-dignity by stop making those wanton moans.
 
Soon he felt another finger effortlessly slip into him. It made him let out a
sharp gasp but he clamped down straight away.
 
“Back to being quiet again?” Ashton sneered.
“That won’t do, maybe puppy needs to play with some toys?” Ashton said that in
the tone you’d use with babies.
 
Jackson felt annoyance and panic flare up in him at the same time.
Toys,  that did not sound fun at all.
***** Edging *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The toy turned out not to be the monstrous pink dildo that Jackson had
immediately imagined. Instead, it was thin, and didn’t look intimidating in
terms of size at all. Except, it still looked intimidating because Jackson had
never done any of this before and even the thought of a finger would’ve seemed
impossible before today.
 
The toy had three lengths all curved and at different thicknesses. Jackson has
never seen it before, and he didn’t really have a chance to examine it before
Ashton had brought it to his ass and swiftly started to slid it inside. It was
only slightly thicker than a finger so it went in quite easily after a few
gentle thrusts. And then it went all the way in and Jackson jerked at the
intense feeling. The way he jerked upwards made his muscles all clench,
including his ass and he hissed at the way it made the toy nudge against his
walls.
 
Ashton started to wiggle the toy about, forcing it to rub against the spot that
kept sending tingles straight to his crotch. His cock had been at most half-
hard up till now but now it was fully stiff and hard.
Ashton pulled the toy out and thrust in fast. Jackson moaned loudly and his
cock throbbed.
“Haha, enjoying your toy darling?” Ashton cooed.
“I’m…mmm…..Not…nnng...aah…” Jackson tried to object but even he knew that he
sounded far from convincing.
 
Ashton was merciless as he kept up the constant wiggling and thrusting, always
alternating before Jackson could fully get used to one. It didn’t take long
before Jackson’s cock was seeping precum. It was throbbing badly now and he
really wanted to come. The sensation from his ass was mind blowing, yet weird
and not enough to push him over the edge.
 
“Ash.. I can’t...stop it….”Jackson groaned.
“Can’t do what?” Ashton asked, “and you sure you want me to stop?”
Ashton’s hand brushed up his cock. Nowhere near heavy enough yet Jackson felt
it clearly and it made him just that much closer.
“Nnnggg...More...Please..” Jackson begged.
“Awww, does puppy want to come?” Ashton mocked.
“Yes… Ashton…”
 
Instead of the helpful hand that Jackson wanted, he felt Ashton’s hands leave
him completely. Jackson let out of a sound of protest despite himself wanting
it to stop just a while ago.
He didn’t even realise he’d closed his eyes at some point as he heard Ashton
walk around instead of seeing it. He wearily opened his eyes to see Ashton lean
over to undo his left hand’s binding. Ashton seemed to notice his confused gaze
and started speaking in a conversational tone.
 
“Ya wanna come? I’ll letcha come.” Ashton explained simply as he lead Jackson’s
left hand to his own cock. Jackson tried to jerk his hand back but Ashton was
still holding his wrist tightly. Ashton pulled his hand to his cock again and
he wrapped Jackson’s hand over his cock and guided him for the first few jerks.
 
As soon as Jackson felt the pleasure from pulling on his cock he felt that he
couldn’t stop. Ashton’s hands left his after seeing that he wasn’t going to
stop, and he stepped away again. When he steps back into Jackson’s view, he was
holding a crop and a camera. Jackson’s hand slowed at seeing the objects but he
didn’t dare stop. The camera had a red blinking light, it was already
recording. Somehow, the urge to come didn’t seem so desperate now.
 
“Faster.” Ashton commanded.
Jackson looked up at Ashton in confusion, not really understanding the
instruction
Then the crop came down on his inner thigh, alarmingly close to his crotch. He
yelped as the hit caught him by surprise.
 “Move your hand faster.” Ashton repeated.
 
Jackson followed the command quickly this time. And soon the need to come badly
came back to him. He closed his eyes to try to pretend that the camera didn’t
exist, that he was just doing this at home. But he could feel the way his legs
were dangling up and open, just like a whore. His left hand was also awkward,
he wasn’t used to it and he couldn’t do it as skillfully as normal.
 
“Moan for the video.” Ashton demanded.
Jackson’s eyes fluttered open as he tried to glare at Ashton. Before Jackson
could do anything else, the crop was brought down on his inner thigh again, his
body tensed in response but he kept his mouth shut. Jackson didn’t get a chance
to feel proud at this small victory however, as Ashton just quickly brought the
crop down again, now it was hitting the same spot which made his thighs feel
too tender. Every time the crop fell down his body would tense in pain and his
asshole would clench around the toy, making it rub against that spot. On the
next hit Jackson gave in and opened his mouth to let all the sound out.
 
As soon as he did that Ashton stopped hitting. Jackson felt like he was getting
really close now. The crop had sent sparks of pain through his body but at the
same time it had made him get closer to his climax. Jackson was so focused on
trying to push himself over that he didn’t hear next Ashton’s command, “Slower”

 Instead he desperately tried to speed up his left hand despite how awkward it
was.
 
Then intense pain startled him out of his pleasure. The bastard had hit his
balls! He felt his cock shrink from the sharp pain. It made Jackson want to
curl in on himself, his left hand left his cock to try and cradle his poor
balls.
 
“Naughty, naughty puppy. You slow down when I tell you to and you speed up when
I tell you to, what’s hard to understand about that?” Ashton reprimanded.
Then the crop fell on Jackson’s left hand that was covering his balls.
 “Did I say you could move your hand?”
Jackson hissed and jerked his hand back, the crop had fell on his knuckle and
his hand was throbbing now.
 
“I think we’ll need to punish ya for that disobedience…” Ashton pondered.
“Aha!” Ashton exclaimed as an idea seemed to come up. He untied Jackson’s right
hand as well now and he pulled the nipple suckers off. His nipples seemed to be
slightly swollen and when Ashton brushed past them they were certainly much
more sensitive than before.
 
“Jerk off slowly, you can use your right hand.”
Jackson tried to flex his wrist a bit to loosen it up and then started to jerk
himself off again. His cock had gone back to being half hard but it was
sensitive from before so it recovered fast.

 “Now use your left hand to play with your nipple.” Ashton smiled lazily as he
looked at Jackson through the camera.
“I am not doing that.” Jackson glared.
“Hmm really? Because it’s either ya play with ‘em or I attach some lovely
nipple clamps to them, which I assure you, hurts a lot more.”
Jackson kept silent but his glare never faltered. That is until Ashton actually
went off and pulled out the nipple clamps.
 
It wasn’t that the nipple clamps looked frightening, the didn’t seem too bad in
fact, no sharp teeth or anything else dangerous. What Jackson was horrified at
was the thing attached to the nipple clamps. There were these red jewels
dangling off them. They looked 100% feminine. Jackson started trying to twist
his body out of the way so that Ashton couldn’t put them on.

 “Stay still” Ashton ordered.
Jackson continued to struggle and Ashton couldn’t clip it on. Ashton was
getting fed up with all this disobedience and with no warning he pinched one of
Jackson’s nipples really hard and twisted them.
 
“Aaaaaaaarrrgghh!” Jackson screamed.
He thrashed around trying to get out of the painful pinch.
“ Stay still.” Ashton ordered again.
As soon as Jackson heard Ashton’s voice he stilled completely and nearly cried
in relief when Ashton finally let go. He hissed as Ashton placed the nipple
clamp on the one which was tender from the rough pinching earlier but
comparably these were much weaker than Ashton’s grip.
 
Ashton switched to camera mode as he took a picture of Jackson’s torso. The red
jewels draped across Jackson’s abs. The contrast between the obviously
masculine body and the feminine jewelry produced a beautiful picture.
 
 Switching back to video mode he stepped back to capture the way Jackson was
still slowly stroking himself, his asshole was obviously twitching around
prostate massager as it moved around by itself. The jerking was causing the
swing to sway front and back, along with it was the jewelry. Jackson could feel
the cold jewelry brush against his skin in time with his jerks.
 
“Slightly faster.” Ashton commanded.
Jackson eagerly followed this time, the slow tease from before had been hard to
maintain.
He pushed his head back against the leather swing, exposing his neck and then
he closed his eyes. Despite this all being forced, he still wanted to come but
he couldn’t speed up his hand without Ashton’s command. All he could do was
focus on the feeling of his hands jerking himself up and down and tightening
and relaxing his asshole to make the toy rub against the delightful spot. To
his relief the command he was waiting for finally came.

 “Faster.” Ashton ordered.
His wrist was getting a bit tired from the constant jerking but he ignored it
in favour of his pleasure. He was moaning more often now, and louder.
 “Faster.” Ashton said again.
Jackson was going at the fastest he could by now and he was so so so close. Any
second and he was going to come now, he could feel it. His body was tensing up
and --  
 
“Stop!” Ashton shouted.
Startled, and remembering the pain from before, Jackson stopped immediately.
His cock throbbed angrily but he didn’t dare move his hand at all.
“Take your hand off.”
Jackson opened his hand, they felt stiff from the same position they’d been
kept in.
 
“Did ya want to come?” Ashton smiled.
“No, you fucker, I just wanted to play with my dick without coming.” Jackson
sarcastically replied. The denials had left him feeling extremely frustrated
and he definitely wasn’t in the mood to play Ashton’s games right now.
“Oh? Well if ya touch yourself now you’d come right? Let me help you out.”
Ashton smirked.
Jackson looked at him warily, he didn’t like the look on Ashton’s face, he
definitely was up to no good.
 
Ashton’s hand slowly reached towards his cock, Jackson wanted to move away from
it but forced himself to stay still. His hand gripped around the base of the
cock and Jackson desperately tried to lift himself to thrust into it. However,
Ashton didn’t allow Jackson to thrust into his hand, instead he tightened his
grip gradually until it was too much.

 “Ouch, ouch, ouch, let go ! Let go, Ashton!” Jackson shouted.
Once again his cock deflated, and Jackson shouted in frustration. He knew what
Ashton was doing now, he’d promised that Jackson could come if he jerked
himself off, but in fact Ashton never had the intention of letting him come. He
was just teasing him as he let Jackson work himself up to the point of coming
and then stopping it just before it happened. So it was with great reluctance
when he gripped himself again after Ashton’s “start jerking yourself.”
Ashton hadn’t specified a speed so Jackson just started jerking himself off
slowly at first and gradually increased his speed, just as he would have done
if he was at home. Ashton gently placed the camera down and instead just stood
casually and smiled at Jackson.
 
Just like the previous times he could feel his climax building up, a heat
pooling in his groin. The jerking was starting to hurt, he hadn’t came yet so
it wasn’t the oversensitiveness, but he had been jerking off for too long and
the skin felt raw and sore. He wondered how Ashton would stop his orgasm this
time but then decided that he should just stop caring. He fully  understood now
that if Ashton wanted for him to do something there was nothing he could do to
stop it. Ashton would get his way.
 
So instead of being wary of the next command, Jackson just tilted his head up
and looked at the ceiling as he brought himself closer and closer to climax. He
didn’t even react when he felt a hand close around his neck. Ashton leaned into
Jackson’s sight, blocking out the ceiling. He was smiling still and his other
hand came around to rest in Jackson’s short black hair.

 “Shhh, such a good puppy now. Yes, that’s right. Give in to it, relax, don’t
fight it.”
Jackson still felt a good emotion surge through him at the “good puppy” but he
was too close to analyse what that meant. He felt Ashton’s hand tighten around
his neck.
“My dear puppy, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Ashton whispered.
He felt his hair being patted and rubbed, it distracted him from how his airway
was slowly being blocked off. He felt dizzy from the lack of air, it made him
extra aware of the way his head was throbbing, his nipples were throbbing, cock
was throbbing.
 
His hand continued to jerk frantically and his body was beginning to tense from
the upcoming orgasm. Then his airway was completely blocked off and survival
instinct took over despite the murmuring coming from above. He used both hands
to try and pull the hand off his neck. He couldn’t breath. The hand tightened
around his neck and his vision was filled with black spots now. He blurrily
made out Ashton’s smile. The hand seemed to tighten again and then he was
coming, the sticky mess hitting his stomach.
He passed out.
Chapter End Notes
     Mmmm....thoughts?
***** Family *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
 When Jackson next opened his eyes he saw Ashton leaning over above him, he
blinked, and then Ashton was gone. Instead he had to close his eyes immediately
again because it was too bright. Focusing on his senses he realised that he
felt warm and well-rested, there were heavy blankets covering him, his throat
however felt quite sore. Then he recalled what had happened before he must have
passed out.
Opening his eyes again he realised that he was no longer in the other room,
instead he was lying in Ashton’s bed with the overhead lights on. He tried to
prop himself up to see better, Ashton wasn’t in the room and looking down he
realised that he was clothed properly. He rubbed his eyes sleepily, he felt
like he’d just woken up from a good nap and part of him just wanted to snuggle
back into Ashton’s blankets and sleep some more.
 
Then he heard footsteps coming up the stairs and suddenly he didn’t want to
stay anymore, instead he entertained the idea of jumping from the two storey
high window. But before he could get out of bed the door had already opened.
Ashton walked in smiling with a tray holding two steaming mugs.
 
“Hot chocolate for you, sir?” Ashton offered in a fake british accent.
Jackson looked at the cup of hot chocolate Ashton was waving under his nose.
It smelled really nice and rich, it smelled like a good idea, so Jackson took
the cup and gave it a tiny sip. It was just as sweet and rich as it seemed.
Jackson suddenly realised that he was thirsty and hungry, and gulped down the
hot chocolate quickly. It was just what he needed to gain back some energy and
he felt more awake.
 
In contrast, Ashton was just sipping his drink slowly. He picked up his laptop
and sat down next to Jackson on the bed, with his back leaning against the
headboard he started working again. After Jackson finished his drink he felt
drowsy again and snuggled back into the blankets. As he drifted in and out of
consciousness he felt fingers gently thread through his short hair and across
his arm, it felt soothing and lulled him into a sense of security. In the space
between being asleep and awake Jackson felt that he could believe that he was
safe and cared for.
 
Eventually Jackson reached the point where he simply couldn’t sleep any more.
He felt fully rested and awake. Beside him Ashton was typing sporadically as
ideas hit him for their presentation. Deciding to stop being lazy, Jackson got
out of the bed and fetched his laptop as well. He sat back next to Ashton and
they started discussing what they still needed to do about the presentation. In
a way it was so easy to pretend that everything was normal and within their
conversation there was nothing that suggested the previous events. It gave
Jackson a sick feeling in him, they both had put on a mask of normality so
easily.
 
 It was only when he’d gotten tired of working and decided to take a break that
he realised that time existed. Glancing down at the time on his laptop he
realised that it was already 8pm. He must’ve slept while Ashton had dinner.
 
“I need to go home now.” Jackson commented.
He was wary that Ashton would refuse to let him leave, but he’d already gone
for long enough and he didn’t want his mum to worry.
“Mmhm” Ashton replied.
Jackson felt relieved that Ashton wasn’t purposely making it harder on him.
Ashton waited for Jackson to gather up his things and then lead him out of his
bedroom.
 
The house was eerily quiet and dark to Jackson as they walked down the stairs.
The walkways all had dim nightlights so they weren’t fumbling in the dusk but
none of the overhead or room lights were on.
 
“Your parents here?” Jackson couldn’t help asking.
“Yeah, their room’s on the other side of the house.” Ashton answered.
“Ah.”
 
 The quiet unsettled him, for Jackson home was never quiet. When he was growing
up there were him and his older brother, they were a naughty pair. Well, it was
less him and more his brother that was naughty. His brother was five years
older than him and being the good little brother yet bad little boy he was,
he’d follow whatever his brother did. His brother taught him soccer as well,
once they’d kicked the ball through the window and they’d both stood their
guiltily as their mum reprimanded them.
 
He grew up admiring his brother, the way he seemed so strong when he gave him
piggy backs and picked him up when he was too scared to climb back down the
tree. He felt safe and secure with his brother - he felt that his brother could
protect him from anything. Maybe those feelings occurred because they didn’t
grow up with a Dad. Of course his big brother wasn't perfect and he often
teased Jackson but he found that he didn’t mind it much, light banter was
pretty normal between siblings after all.
 
The almost-perfect image of his big brother however got destroyed a bit more as
they aged and the two brothers started growing apart when Jackson was 13 years
old. His 18 year old brother wasn’t easily content with things anymore, he
didn’t like their Mum’s boyfriend, he wanted more freedom and would rather
spend time with his girlfriend rather than family and he was ready to be
independant. So that year he moved out of the house and gradually they saw less
and less of each other as the years passed.
 
Yet his home remained loud everyday. His Mum had felt that her sons had grew up
enough to not need her undivided anymore, so she had chased after her own
happiness. The same year his brother left Jackson gained two six year old twin
sisters. They were a welcome distraction from the emptiness his brother left.
They didn’t have any new rooms so the twins took up his brother’s room. That
was his new life now and Jackson accepted it without a fuss. Unlike his
brother, he thought his step-dad was a nice guy, it was obvious his step-dad
valued his Mum and he could feel that he often tried to involve Jackson too.
 
Letting his mind drift he could easily imagine what the scene would be like
when he got home. His family would call out greetings lazily from the sofa as
he got home. His Mum might fuss a bit about him returning slightly later than
usual but his Dad would just laugh it off and tell her that he was old enough.
His two sisters would be discussing heatedly about what they were watching on
TV, sometimes they’d turn to him and both sprout their thoughts at him using
rapid fire and he’d try his best to keep up. Even if his family wasn’t talking,
there’d be the TV playing on the background, or pages turning, some kind of
sound that gave the place life. Even at night there’d be the sound of his Dad’s
snoring broadcasting throughout the house.
 
Jackson tried to strain his ears, focusing on picking up any noise. But no
matter how hard he tried, all he could hear was their footsteps. He felt goose-
bumps raise on his skin.
Ashton showed him out and when he looked back, he saw Ashton standing at the
door in the dusk, with the huge maison leering behind him. He felt that Ashton
was small in that moment, vulnerable, and that the house would swallow him
whole, soul and all.
Chapter End Notes
     Some backstory in this chapter here, and plenty more coming ;)
***** Deacon *****
Chapter Notes
     Unless you're a writer, you probably don't notice how long some
     stories are, like right now this story is around 40 pages on docs !
     Which doesn't sound like a lot for a book, but consider writing that
     (if you don't normally write long stories)....This is basically my
     only story that made it past 15 pages XD My goal for Nanowrimo is 40,
     000 words though, so that means another 40 pages needs to be churned
     out within 6 days :D (I'm screwed) Some cheering on would be nice ;)
     On a heavier note; This chapter and the next one contains sexual
     abuse, rape, incest and underage... If you don't want to read that I
     could pm you a quick summary of the two chapters instead or
     something...
Ashton stood at the door for a while after Jackson left. The night air was cold
and by now his finger tips had turned numb but he couldn’t bring himself to
care. He looked back at today, contemplating everything. Jackson was just as
expressionless as always, but in that room he’d been able to see Jackson’s
other side. Only he got to see it and he felt himself preen, a warm sensation
filling him up.
 
“Your boyfriend?” A cold hard voice asked.
It startled Ashton out of his thoughts and he turned around warily.
“That’s none of your business.” Ashton replied.
“ Oh? I think it matters when he’s touching what’s mine.” Deacon, Ashton’s
father replied.
“I’m not yours.” Ashton growls.
Ashton’s father walked down the stairs, he was still in his suit, looking every
bit like a businessman at work.

 “You are still underage and I am your legal guardian, that means that you’re
under my care and in return you will listen to me, you will obey me and you
will belong to me.” He slowly said as he walked right up to Ashton.
“Understand?” He threatened as he gripped the back of Ashton.
Ashton silently glared back at him,  he knew that talking back would just make
it worse yet he wasn’t going to admit to anything the bastard said.
“I don’t like the look on your face, boy,” Deacon spat, “I think we need a
reminder to where you belong.”
 
Ashton started to struggle to free himself from the strong grip but he wasn’t
strong enough to and could only stumble as his father dragged him behind him.
He knew where they were going and he knew nothing good was laying in wait for
him, it made him struggle harder. The sudden increase in power surprised Deacon
and Ashton took advantaged of that opportunity to free himself.
 
He didn’t manage to get far before he felt hands pulling him back by the hair.
Then pain laced his head as he bounced off the wall his father had shoved him
against. Ashton felt himself slipping down as his body couldn’t hold himself
upright after the rough handling. His ass never met the ground though, he
stopped slipping when his father’s forearm pinned his chest against the wall.
Ashton tried to push the arm off because it felt like it was constricting his
breathing. Then pain bloomed across his left cheek, the shock made him still,
he looked up to see that Deacon’s hand was still raised up in the air, ready to
hit down as soon as Ashton showed more signs of struggling.
 
“That’s right, if I have any more misbehaviour from you I’ll need to make the
punishment worse,” his father cooed, “ and you know how much I hate hurting
you.”
 
Liar.  Ashton thought,  you love hurting me.  But he recognised the threat for
what it was and obediently allowed himself to be towed into the basement. If he
couldn’t escape it then he could only try to minimize the damage.
 
The basement was his father’s area, not that this entire house didn’t belong to
him but the basement was special. It was where he kept all his things, there
was a small wine cellar, and there was a table with locked drawers where he’d
keep some of his more important company files. But Ashton knew that files
weren’t the only things that his father kept locked in them. They also
contained all his father’s  toys  and his father loved to show them to Ashton,
including all the ways they could be used to ‘play’.
 
 He lead Ashton his desk and opened the drawers, first he took out some stacks
of paper and then he took out a bullet shaped vibrator. Deacon lubed the
vibrator up and without slipped his hand into Ashton’s pants and underwear to
push the vibrator in. It went in fairly easily and using the wireless remote he
turned the setting to ‘low.’ Ashton shuddered at the sensation but otherwise
didn’t react.
 
“Kneel,” Deacon ordered.
Ashton glared back, which earned him another slap across his cheek, he bit his
lips and reminded himself to not make it worse for his own sake. He closed his
eyes and took a shaky deep breath before lowering himself down to his knees.
 
“Crawl under the table, I have some work to do first and meanwhile I expect you
to reflect on how you should treat your superiors.” Deacon stated.
 
Deacon sat on the black chair and immediately unzipped his pants.
“You know what to do, boy.” Deacon smirked.
Once Ashton had been able to fit comfortably underneath the desk, but now it
was extremely cramped and he had to sit on his heels and lean forward so that
his head wasn’t covered by the desk. Deacon liked to be kept neat and clean so
like always he just tasted like bitter soap and salty skin. It wasn’t bad
enough to make him gag but he still hated every moment of sucking him off. He
heard the rustle of paper above him and recalling the stack he’d seen before he
knew he would be kept like this for a long time.
 
After a while, a long while to Ashton, he felt pins and needles in his legs,
his ass was feeling numb from the constant vibration, he was half-hard because
of it too and his jaw was getting sore. Deacon didn’t make him do this so that
he’d get a quick blow job and be able to come. He did this to enforce the idea
that Ashton was his to use how he saw fit, that he was nothing but a cock-
holder, a slight entertainment and distraction to keep him from being totally
bored by his work. Ashton wasn’t expected to try and bring Deacon off so he
couldn’t use licking as an excuse to pull off the cock and give his jaw a
slight rest. He was only allowed to pull back far enough to be able to breath,
the whole time his mouth had to be around the cock. It was tiring for his jaws
but he didn’t dare complain.
 
Deacon always completely ignored him while he did this, the stimulation wasn’t
enough to make him let out any noises of pleasure or show any other signs. To
anyone else he was just sitting there doing work with a serious expression on
and the slightest crease between his brows, as if he was frowning at something.
So it came as a surprise when Deacon’s hand reached down and held Ashton’s head
in place, it wasn’t deep but Ashton couldn’t pull off either. Ashton was
puzzled by this, and even more when Deacon’s body tensed, Ashton wondered
whether he was going to come, true it’d been a while, but he hadn’t done
anything that should have been enough to bring his father to climax.
 
The confusion was soon replaced with panic and struggle as Deacon struggled and
then a stream of warm piss flowed into Ashton’s mouth.
 “Swallow,” Deacon ordered.
As soon as Ashton heard the order, his body obeyed by habit and he started
swallowing it down. But Ashton was still trying to pull his head off and was
whimpering in distress, the vibrations pleasing Deacon and he turned up the
vibrator to high.
 
To his embarrassment he felt Deacon’s boot press against his groin and he was
soon straining against his jeans. The boot was hard and slightly painful as it
rubbed side to side over his jeans. The high setting of the vibrator made him
want to buckle right into Deacon’s boots. He felt tears threaten to spill as
the stream of piss finally seemed to cease and he was allowed to lift his head
up to breath properly.
 
His father pushed his chair back and beckoned Ashton to follow him out. Ashton
slowly crawled out from under the desk, his legs were slow to respond from
kneeling for so long. Once he was out of the desk he went back to kneeling, he
knew better than to try to stand during their ‘play’ - well in today’s case it
leaned more to ‘punishment.’
Deacon looked down at the panting boy kneeling at his feet and he had the urge
to hurt him more and make him cry.
 
He placed his boot back on Ashton’s crotch and started rubbing it. He could
feel that it was hard and knew that it had to be uncomfortable to have his cock
still trapped in there while he was stimulating it. The thought pleased him.
Ashton was looking down until he felt his father’s hand grip his chin and lift
his face up. His face was flushed and although Ashton was still glaring it was
more heated than before, a mix of anger and lust in those beautiful hazel eyes.
Deacon felt that now was a good time to start to make that boy cry and he
pressed down with his boots. Ashton let out a small gasp, the change in
pressure catching him off guard.
 
Soon the boot was grinding hard into Ashton, at first the slight pain had only
made him leak more precum but now it was honestly getting too much for even his
fucked up masochistic body to feel turned on. But he refused to let Deacon know
how much it was affecting him so he held back all sounds as his face grimaced
in pain. The business felt frustrated that it wasn’t getting the desired result
but in a way it was more entertaining that the boy refused to break down. He’d
always been amazed that whatever he did never seemed to manage to break the boy
apart permanently.  Even if he seemed to have finally reduced the boy to an
obedient slut, after a while he’d be met with resistance again.
 
Deacon finally lifted his foot knowing that this wasn’t going to work. Ashton
visibly relaxed at that although his crotch was now throbbing as the blood
rushed back.
“Stand up and sit on the desk.” Deacon commanded.
Ashton barely managed to stand with his legs shaking but he forced himself to.
After he sat down, Deacon moved his chair forward again, he pulled some rope
out of the drawer and tied each of Ashton’s hands and legs to the desk legs.
Ashton was still sitting upright but he was leaning back on his hands that he
couldn’t pull up, and his legs were bent and spread eagle. Ashton had tried not
to squirm too much as he was tied, he didn’t want to anger the man further.
 
When Ashton was positioned exactly as Deacon wanted, he unzipped Ashton’s jeans
and pulled them down to his ankles. Ashton didn’t like how he was laid out
vulnerably and that he was clothed everywhere except his crotch which was all
that mattered to Deacon. He felt like he was just a sex toy meant to entertain
his father.
 
The ring from the vibrator was on full show and Deacon tugged it out then
pushed it back in, fucking his son with the vibrator on high and causing Ashton
to moan and pull against his restraints. Soon Ashton was hard again and whined
when Deacon pulled the vibrator out.
“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll be filling your ass with something else.” Deacon cooed.
“Hmmm, it’s been awhile since we’ve played with beads right? In fact it’s been
too long since we’ve last played. We’ll need to stretch that hole and turn it
back into what it should look like; all loose and fucked just like a good
whore’s hole.”
 
Ashton whimpered quietly at his father’s words, he didn’t want to be stretched
loose again, last time his father had fisted him and his hole had been left
gaping, occasionally twitching as it tried to clamp on air. It left him feeling
just like the whore his father insisted he was and he’d felt so used and sore.
 
As if sensing his thoughts Deacon said, “Ah yes, last time I stretched you
until I could slip my fist into that loose hole,”  Deacon smiled fondly as if
he was recalling some pleasant memory, “we’ll need to do that again sometime.
Not today though, I have something else in mind today.”
 
Ashton was relieved to hear that he wasn’t going to be fisted but that was the
only good thing in what Deacon just said. Deacon never smiled outside of their
‘playtime’, in fact he never showed any other face other than his business face
normally. They didn’t talk much either.
 
It was always this way, and when Ashton was little he yearned for his father’s
attention, so when he finally got it in the form of rape he was scared but in a
messed up way he finally got what he wanted. A few years after the first time
Ashton started to give up, he was no longer easily fooled by the fake signs of
affection and he forced himself to never yearn for it again.
 
Be careful of what you wish for, he told himself.
 
From then on he never wished for anything again.
***** Punishment *****
Chapter Notes
     Here's an extra long chapter (by my standards :P ) Enjoy!
     Warning: abuse, rape, underage, incest like last chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The cold bead pushing against his entrance took him out of his thoughts. He
forced himself to relax and the silicone bead slipped in easily. The toy
consisted of flexible silicone stick with ten beads fixed on it, the beads went
from small to big progressively. Deacon was slowly pushing the beads in, the
beads were still small so far and Ashton had no problem with them. Then they
started reaching the bigger beads and Ashton’s hole was offering resistance,
Deacon hadn’t stretched Ashton with his fingers at all before this, all he had
gotten was some warm up with the small vibrator and it wasn’t really enough.
Ashton grimaced as the bead slowly entered, it caused a slow burn at the widest
point but once it was past that point it popped in. He was about to feel
relieved when another bead immediately prodded at his hole and his hole once
again had to stretch to accommodate it.
 
The next bead was even bigger, Ashton knew from experience that each size had
two of them before they moved onto a bigger size, now he was at the 9th bead
and he was sweating slightly from the effort of trying to let it in despite his
mind protesting. Finally it slid in and without a break the last bead slid in
place with it. Ashton groaned at how full he felt. Deacon wiggled the handle
which consequently caused all the beads inside to move as well. Then he was
pulling the beads out slowly and pushing them back in relentlessly, watching in
fascination at how the hole would swallow up the beads one by one. Eventually
it got easier as Ashton’s hole got used to it and Deacon was fucking him
leisurely with the beads, they produced a mix of popping and squelching sounds
as he moved faster.
 
Deacon pulled the anal bead out and then stared hard at Ashton as he regained
his breath.
“I think that’s enough warming up, you need to be punished, tell me why you
deserve this punishment.”
“Because I struggled on the way here.”
“Mmm, and?”
“And….” Ashton trailed off hesitantly.
“And something tells me you’ve been trying to escape your position, is that
right  boy ?”
Ashton glared back, he hated the way his father called him ‘boy’, boy meant
child, which meant weak to adults, which meant he couldn’t make his own
choices, which meant all the things he didn’t want to be.
“Uh-uh,” Deacon tutted before he slapped Ashton’s firm ass. “See, you’re doing
it right now, good boys don’t glare at their generous and benevolent fathers
like that.”
Ashton rolled his eyes at Deacon’s voice, as if that asshole ever acted like
that.
“Bad boy,” Deacon reprimanded, “I don’t like the way your acting, we better
start fixing that right now.”
 
Deacon pulled out a regular black dildo and pushed it into Ashton in one go.
Ashton bit his lips as he felt the toy stretch him and reach him deep. Deacon
adjusted the angle and started ruthlessly thrusting. Ashton couldn’t hold back
anymore when the dildo brushed up against his sweet spot every time Deacon
thrusted in. Soon Ashton was panting and his cock was leaking eagerly.
 
Deacon cupped Ashton’s balls.
“Yes, boy, you’ve been needing to be milked haven’t you?” Deacon leaned
forward, “I’m going to milk you completely dry, boy, until you start acting
like the slut you are.”
Ashton managed to hold in his moans long enough to look in defiance at Deacon,
then the dildo pushed against his prostate again and he keened.
The pressure was building inside Ashton, not unlike the feeling when his
bladder is full. He clenches down on the dildo, scared that it was going to hit
his bladder and make him piss himself. The feeling made him tense, he felt like
he couldn’t let go and relax otherwise something was going to come out.
 
“Shh.. Relax, let your body submit to what I’m giving you.” Deacon murmured.
 
 When Ashton looked down at his poor cock it was leaking pre-cum everywhere, it
was weird, Deacon wasn’t touching his cock but he could feel the pleasure going
to his cock nonetheless. Perhaps it was out of habit but his body did relax
after Deacon’s words and he seemed to quieten down as he threw his head back
and his mouth opened in a silent scream. His body felt warm and he knew it was
going to happen, his body clenched down again in a half-hearted attempt at
control, but it did nothing to stop the cum the spurted out of his cock. After
the initial spurt it slowed down and just pulsed out of his cock as Deacon
continued to nudge his prostate with the dildo.
 
This continued on for a while, his cock dripping out cum and he could only
scrunch up his eyes as he felt the stickiness cool on his skin. His prostate
felt extremely sensitive and the dildo was bordering on uncomfortable as it
continued to brush past his prostate.
 
After he’d gotten over his milking Ashton slowly opened his eyes and nearly
fell back. Right in front of his eyes Deacon had stood up and was lubing up a
tentacle...A TENTACLE?!? Ashton’s post-orgasm mind had trouble reacting to the
slick tentacle in front of his face.
“Haven’t you already milked -- ?” Ashton asked in confusion, but before he
could finish his question Deacon had stuffed the tentacle right into his mouth.
 
“Oh Ashton, you didn’t think you’d get off that easily right? Now slut, how do
you like the feel of suckers against your tongue? I got the biggest size just
for you, where’s your thanks boy?” Deacon sneered and pulled out the toy.
 
The tentacle was long, at least 10 inch, and when Deacon pulled it out of his
mouth he was too busy coughing and choking to reply.
“Tut tut, so rude to not thank Daddy for the new toy he brought for you.”
Deacon said in mock disdain.
Then the tentacle was breaching his hole. He could actually feel the suckers
caressing his insides. The sensation made him cry out and clench his hands
tightly.
 
“That’s it, boy, open up for the tentacle.” Deacon cooed.
Ashton whimpered as the sucker pressed against his already sensitive prostate.
“Noo, take it out!” Ashton cried.
“Why should I? You look like you’re enjoying yourself slut.”
“No...too sensitive. Please, sir!” Ashton begged, he couldn’t even think
through what he just said, all he knew was that the tentacle was rubbing so
painfully yet so pleasurably at his sweet spot.
 
“That’s ‘yes, Sir’ to you. Having a tentacle fill your hole is what you want,
right.”
Ashton whimpered at a particularly hard thrust.
“Right?” Deacon pressed the tentacle hard against Ashton, making him feel the
stretch at the widest point and grinded it against his walls.
Ashton mewled, “Yessss….Sir…”
 
Deacon smiled his crooked smile.
“Tell me, what does my slut want.” Deacon suddenly pulled the tentacle out and
punched it back in.
“Aaah! Sir, more! ...please...more!” Ashton cried.
His eyes had a glazed look to them that Deacon recognised.
Ashton always looked like that when he wasn’t resisting anymore, when he’d
submitted to the pleasure and the pain. Deacon loved that look on his boy.
 
Deacon focused on pushing against that sweet spot every time he pulled fully
out and thrust in. Then suddenly cum was gushing out of his cock again, taking
both of them by surprise.
Deacon shook his head, this was why he normally always had Ashton on cock rings
or penis plugs, he had absolutely no control over his organisms otherwise. But
it didn’t matter this time, soon Ashton was going to regret coming.
 
He pulled the tentacle out of the hole, it was looser now, all slick with lube.
Ashton was just sitting there dazed, the good feeling from his orgasm still
coursing through him.
“I said I was going to stretch you didn’t I?”
Ashton seemed to waken slightly at his voice and he looked at Deacon, his eyes
widening almost comically.
 
If he was more clear-headed he probably would’ve tried to get away from the
monstrous horse cock, but instead he just stared wide-eyed at the wide head. As
much as he wanted to just thrust the cock and make the boy cry, he couldn’t
because the toy was as wide as a fist and would rip the boy apart, which would
be a pain to deal with after. So instead he gently rocked the head of the toy
in along with lots of lube.
 
Ashton’s head was slowly clearing up but meanwhile he was making lots of small
whining noises, the stretch was much worse than before and the pain was spiking
up his body. He was scared to move, he was also scared to speak and anger
Deacon, if he did Deacon could easily try to shove it in and tear him apart.
Before Ashton’s head fully cleared and start to tense his body, Deacon managed
to slide the head of the horse cock in. Ashton let out a sob as he watched his
hole swallow the head, and then watch the rest of the length that Deacon no
doubt wanted him to take. The shaft of the toy was 15 inch long and Ashton was
ready to cry just looking at it.
 
Deacon only had the toy shallowly in right now, and the wide head pressed right
against Ashton’s prostate. Ashton’s deflated cock twitched in interest again,
making him groan.
He felt so raw and sensitive, there was no more he could produce any more cum.
The toy was starting to slide in easier until his hole met the medial ring near
the middle. Ashton had thought that the resistance meant that he had reached
the bottom of the toy and it was all in him now, feeling relieved that it
wasn’t  too  bad. But then he looked down and realised he was only midway. He
shook his head desperately.
 
“Please, it’s not going to fit! There’s no way that’ll fit!” Ashton insisted,
he already felt stretched and full.
“Oh yes it will, only something this big will be able to satisfy your slutty
hole.” Deacon replied.
Then the ring popped in and the cock continued to slide smoothly in. Ashton
sobbed, he couldn’t do anything to stop it. Then, finally it completely slid in
place, he felt so so so stuffed, the horse dick was so long and he wouldn’t be
surprised if it created a bulge in his stomach from how deep it reached. His
hole was stretched obscenely wide around the horse cock. But those weren’t the
worse.The most horrible bit was that the ring from before settled perfectly on
top of his prostate and when Deacon continuously fucked him shallowly the ring
kept rubbing against his prostate. By now it was so sensitive that it was
painful and sore, it felt almost inflamed and Ashton couldn’t stop himself from
actually crying from the sensation. His face was covered in snot and tears and
his cock kept on twitching in response yet he knew they weren’t going to get
any more cum out of him.
 
“Oh yes, my slut, have you been reminded of your place? You’re only use to me
is like this, sobbing and screaming at the pleasure and pain I choose to deal
to you, stuffed full and stretched out, I bet if I pulled this out right now
you’re hole would be gaping open, too loose to even feel good if I fucked you.”
Deacon growled.
 
The words barely registered Ashton’s muddled up head, but just from hearing the
tone he started to cry harder. Then Deacon’s fingers wrapped around his
sensitive cock and he screamed as he jerked up and down. To his absolute horror
his cock started to harden again.
Deacon gave him an “I-told-you-so” look and whispered “ Slut. ” in his ear.
 
The Deacon’s hands left his cock and caressed his balls instead, they weren’t
as sensitive so it felt pleasant. Soon Ashton started relaxing under the
soothing gestures.
 
“Boy, do you think I’ve finished punishing you enough?” Deacon asked.
Ashton didn’t know whether it was a rhetorical question or not but he couldn’t
help giving some encouraging nods that showed that he’d been punished enough.
“Oh really, but don’t you know think there’s something else that I need to
punish you for?”
Ashton whimpered at that, he didn’t think he could take more and nothing really
came to mind.
 
“You’re mine, boy, and I don’t like sharing.” Deacon growled.
This time, Ashton had to stop himself from rolling his eyes,  oh right, how’d
he forget that this asshole is a jealous and possessive maniac.  Instead he
made his face deliberately blank, he didn’t want to fall into a trap and give
his father the excuse to punish him.
 
“That other boy today, who is he to you?” Deacon interrogated.
“A classmate.” Ashton answered.
Deacon gave Ashton’s balls a warning pinch and Ashton yelped. He nearly tried
to back away but stopped himself at the last second, doing so would only anger
his father.
“And?” Deacon insisted.
“And he’s on my basketball team.” Ashton stated.
Deacon pinched harder this time, but Ashton was expecting it so his whole body
was tense and he didn’t make a sound.
“Who is he to you?”
“A friend.” Ashton admitted.
Deacon dug his fingers into Ashton’s balls and held them there. The pain came
in waves and continued.
“Ssss...What do you want me to say? He’s just a friend, we got put together for
a homework project.” Ashton said quickly, and finally Deacon released some of
the pressure on his balls.
“Oh? Just a friend is it? Then why was he sleeping on your bed?” Deacon
pressed.
Ashton froze,  oh shit.   
“T-That’s none of your business!” Ashton exclaimed.
“I told you, you’re mine, I think I’ll need to meet him privately sometime to
make sure he doesn’t accidentally touch what’s mine, right?” Deacon threatened.
“No!!!...Umm..I meant please father, don’t do that.” Ashton begged.
“Oh child, don’t tell me you actually care about him?” Deacon looked disgusted.
 
As far as Ashton could remember, his father never really cared to protect
something, even this possessiveness wasn’t because he cared about Ashton, it
was because he loved the power he felt from controlling him. To Deacon, care
was an absurd concept that only idiots believed in. Ashton considered lying but
found that he couldn’t if that meant his father would hurt Jackson.
 
“Yes, I care about him, so don’t you dare touch him.” Ashton growled.
Deacon’s eyes narrowed and he looked angry, fuming really.
 
Then he started yanking on Ashton’s restraints, he was so rough with it that it
took Ashton a while to realise he was trying to undo the knots rather then
inflict pain by jerking the rope. He was confused as to why he was being
untied, but considering how angry Deacon was, his punishment was far from over.
 
“Oh your hands and knees, whore.” Deacon ordered.
Ashton turned carefully around with his ass spread in front of Deacon, the huge
horse dick was still buried inside him and he was scared to jostle it. Deacon
tied his wrists back but left his legs free. Deacon wrapped his hands around
the base of the dildo and yanked it out.
 “Ahhhh….Nngg...Ahh!” Ashton let out as the huge dild felt like it was pulling
his insides out.
The head came out with a wet ‘pop’ and then Ashton’s hole was just left gaping
around empty air. Deacon’s previous statement was right, that hole wasn’t going
to close anytime soon and it was too loose to be a good fuck.
 
“Let’s try to get the hole back into a more fuckable state.” Deacon sneered.
“Spread those legs.”
 
Ashton shuffled his knees outward. His hole that is slightly red and puffy from
the intense fucking and stretching before could be seen clearly. Ashton jerked
forward and his hole slightly twitched as Deacon slapped it with a ruler.
Deacon continued to hit that sloppy hole, each time a little bit harder with no
breaks in between. At some point Ashton couldn’t take it anymore, his hole
already felt thoroughly used and every time the ruler fell it’ll try to close
which meant his sore sphincter would protest.
“Ah! Please, stop it! Ah! It hurts, please!” Ashton begged.
 
After a few more slaps, Deacon stopped and examined the hole, now the area
around it was red as well, it seemed to have closed a bit but still it wasn’t
enough.
 
“Do you care about him still?” Deacon asked.
Ashton had almost forgotten about that, but he realised that this was his
chance to get this punishment to stop, yet he still couldn’t force those lies
out.
“Yes.” He stubbornly replied.
 
Deacon’s face scrunched up in anger, with the way the boy was begging before,
he’d thought that it’d be enough to get him to change his mind. Clearly that
wasn’t enough,this means that he’ll need to change tactics. Going through the
drawers, Deacon managed to dig up a humbler.
 
Ashton tensed when he realised what Deacon was going to do, but he didn’t
protest, instead choosing to take this chance to rest. When it clamped on,
Deacon moved his position so that he was on his forearms with his butt sticking
in the air, this way the humbler wasn’t actively tugging on his balls but it
was also pretty humiliating.
 
The humbler also made Ashton’s balls easily accessible, holding them in place
for anything Deacon felt like doing. It was one of the things Ashton detested
the most, and his father knew that.  Asshole,  Ashton thought. Once again the
stroking hand returned and Deacon’s gentle touches sent shivers up Ashton’s
spine. Deacon started off with small taps, it didn’t seem painful but when
those bits are on your tender bits, they hurt. Ashton instinctively wanted to
use his hands to cover his balls from the pain but only managed to pull against
his restraints. The rope was rubbing against his wrists and Ashton knew he’s
get dark bruises there tomorrow.
 
Gradually Deacon was slapping more than tapping and Ashton was writhing and
letting out pained gasps. Ashton had learnt long ago to not move his legs while
he was in a humbler, but that just meant he flinched just as hard with his
upper body, constantly trying to curl inwards and protect his balls. His skin
had a shiny gleam to it from the layer of sweat and he was panting.
 
The next hit was harder than ever and Ashton let out a pained yelp,  Deacon
slapped it again and this time he got a scream. He suddenly stopped the beating
and went back to the light caresses.
 
“Do you care about him?” Deacon sneered.
Ashton was close to breaking down, with the never-ending pain and then sudden
light touches. There was a fear and anticipation that the hand currently slowly
caressing will start to hit him again and he was so close to just saying what
Deacon wanted him to but no, he had to hold on.
“Yes.” Ashton whispered fearfully.
 
“You stupid bitch, I’m going to make you regret that,” Deacon said in disdain.
 
He untied the bondage and dragged Ashton onto the floor. Ashton was on all
fours on the floor now. He shuddered when he felt something cold on his balls,
it was oddly soothing in a way after all the impact play. Then came the
punishment -
 
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!” Ashton screamed, his eyes started tearing up at
the sharp pain. Deacon had kicked him right in the balls, now his foot was
resting on Ashton’s balls.
 
“Say ‘I don’t care about Jackson’ and I’ll won’t hurt your balls.”
Ashton whimpered, he was too scared to outright refuse but he didn’t want to
say it either.
 
The bottom of the boot pressed down harder. The pressure gave Ashton a dull
pain, which he knew could turn into extreme pain in a second. He trembled and
tried to brace himself.
Then Deacon grinded his boots into Ashton’s balls and Ashton was screaming in
pain. Deacon held it there until Ashton’s scream was fading until he was just
screaming silently. When Deacon lifted his boots, Ashton’s tense body nearly
collapsed and he was panting like he’d just ran a marathon. Ashton was openly
crying now, big crocodile tears rolling down his cheeks, his face was a mess of
tears, snot and red. He’d bit his lips at some point and blood was also
dripping down.
 
“Say it.”
 
“I-I...haah..don’t...ca- Ahhhhhh!!!!” Ashton was hesitantly saying between his
panting, but then Deacon kicked him and held his foot there.
 
“Too slow. Now let’s try that again, shall we?” He lifted his boot off.
Ashton was hiccuping between sobs, desperate to stop his crying so that he’d be
able to speak.
 
“Nope, faster.” Deacon placed his boot back on, and this time he stood up and
placed his weight into the stomp. Ashton’s scream sounded like a pig getting
slaughtered, his body couldn’t hold him up anymore and he’d dropped face first
into the carpet. The carpet muffled the screaming by a bit and then he screamed
until he couldn’t anymore. He just lay twitching on the carpet, tears pouring
out of his eyes. Everything fell onto the carpet and his face would be rubbed
into it every time he twitched. Drool was also added into the mix as he
screamed open-mouthed. Deacon felt satisfied looking at his filthy mess on the
ground.
 
“Say it.” Deacon demanded.
 
“I don’t care about Jackson.” Ashton said easily and quickly, there was no
trace of emotion in his voice but tears continued to fall.
 
His father smirked above him and undid the humbler.
“That’s my good boy! Your sloppy hole has even tightened for me, now tell me
how much my slut wants his father’s big cock.” Deacon patted Ashton’s backside.
 
“Please, I want father’s big cock in my slutty hole.” Ashton said in the same
automatic, emotionless voice. But Deacon didn’t care, this was exactly how he
liked his boy.
He didn’t need much more prompting, Deacon swiftly slammed his cock straight
into the boy's hole.  It felt so good to be finally inside that sweet hot hole.
He hadn’t used any lube on himself, there was still some lube in the boy’s hole
but there wasn’t enough left to make the fuck without feeling friction. Deacon
grabbed the boy’s hips and pulled him on and off his cock, like a huge
fleshlight. Ashton was silent, the tears were starting to stop, his cock was
soft under him and neither of them cared.
 
Deacon had worked himself up during the previous scenes so it didn’t take him
long to come. As soon as he came he zipped up his dress pants and started
placing everything back into the drawers, totally ignoring the boy who’d just
stayed in the position he’d left him in. Once his desk was in place again he
looked down at the boy.
 
He nudged the boy’s face with his boot. No reaction.
“Lick it.” He placed his boot right in front of the boy’s face.
A pink tongue reached out and gave the boot some small licks. Deacon laughed.
“Fucking slut, you finally remember your place?”
“Yes, father.” He quietly replied.
 
Deacon smirked, there was no longer a need to see the other boy. With the state
the boy was in, he’d just push everyone away himself. He turned around and left
the broken shell of a person behind.   
 
-------------------


Ashton felt an odd detachment to himself, it was almost amusing how pitiful he
was. His whole body hurt, and yes, that’s so funny! Then he started chuckling
and laughing loudly for a long time until at some point those laughter turned
into tears and then he was shaking and crying on the ground. His crying was no
longer silent, it wasn’t accompanied with screaming either, instead it was
mixed in with pained whimpers, filled with anguish and lost. He felt he lost
himself again, everything was taken away from him and all that’s left is a fuck
toy. A broken fuck toy. He laughed again and realised he couldn’t stay here
curled up on the ground anymore.
 
It took a few tries to stand up, his knees felt locked after being in the same
position for so long and his legs had no strength left in them. He grit his
teeth and forced himself to stand up, and then he grit his teeth and forced
himself to take a step, every step was painful, but he continued on. He felt
like giving up when he saw the stairs but he didn’t. Eventually he made it into
his bathroom, he turned the shower onto hot and scrubbed furiously at his skin,
occasionally letting out a broken sob.
 
Chapter End Notes
     So has your view of Ashton changed now ~ ?
     Any comments?
***** Knowing *****
Chapter Notes
     Whew, so April is over and news flash!! I did surprisingly reach my
     word goal of 40,000 (by writing 6, 000 words in one day and
     submitting it 4 minutes before 12:00 :D )
     But, I haven't finished writing the story, I have around 22 chapters
     written and 3 more to go according to my plan. I'm behind in posting
     because I was too focused on writing as much as I could but that
     should pick up again soon !
     Oh yeah, everything is unedited (once again too focused on writing)
     so tell me if you spot anything that doesn't make sense, I tend to
     think of sentences in my head and miss out words as I type....
Ashton woke up knowing that there was no way he was going to make it to school
today. It wasn’t just his genitals that hurt like a bitch, though they took the
most damage, it was all his muscles that hurt. That probably had something to
do with staying in the same position for too long and then straining against
the restraints that meant he kept pulling on his muscles. Ashton honestly
didn’t know how he made it up back to his room yesterday, now he doesn’t want
to move his legs at all, the slightest twitch was enough to stretch his hole
that was extremely sore, and then his legs would move against his balls that
were still sensitive and red after yesterday’s busting.  His eyes were also red
from crying, another reason to not let anyone see him.
 
Thankfully, he’d never broken the habit of hiding snacks around the room plus
he had the mini-fridge in his room that was also stocked. Ashton winced as he
sat up, and slowly made his way to find some food for breakfast. When he’d
filled a plate with snacks he grabbed a book in another hand and wandered into
his other room. Just in case Melissa came in to clean and found him wagging
school. As long as no one at home found out, no one would know he was wagging
school. Their school was too big so the school didn’t call home to check why
you weren’t there. They just relied on the student to bring an absent note the
next day, and those, were easy to fake. Next he called his driver, told him not
to send or pick him up today and transferred some money to the driver’s
account. There, everything was taken care of and today he would relax.
 
For the next few hours Ashton immersed himself in various alternate universes,
some made him feel better about his world, some made him dream about living in
a nicer world. After being in different characters’ head for a day, Ashton
ironically enough started to feel himself come back to him. Slowly, traces of
the boy was being covered up by Ashton, not entirely but that would have to do
for now. His watch told him he had to go down for dinner now.
 
Only his mother and Ashton were in the house during dinner. Melissa had left
early after making all the food, and his father was off on a business trip
somewhere in Europe. His mother took one look at his slow walking, at his wince
when he sat down, and at his wrists. Her eyes narrowed and then she looked
away. She knew, she always knew when it happened, and Ashton knew that she
knew. In fact, chances are that she knows that Ashton knows that she knows. Yet
over all these years neither of them have ever mentioned it.
 
Ashton’s mother was a frail little thing, a pretty little thing, a good wife of
a rich businessman. She was also a beautiful decoration, and just that. She
seemed to have no will of her own, or never tried to show it. Emotions on the
other side, she showed often, it used to be very discrete but got more and more
obvious as time passed. Jealousy was the main one, it’d flash across her face
whenever her husband decided to fuck their boy instead of her. Obviously they
would’ve had sex at some point otherwise Ashton wouldn’t be here, but otherwise
he’d wonder whether they still do it. Perhaps if his father had shown her
mother more love, she would’ve been more generous in giving it to him. Perhaps
if she was more attracting to his father, he’d never wanted to fuck Ashton.
Perhaps then they’d almost be a normal family.
 
Ashton amused himself with the thought that his ideal normal family would just
be one where the parents actually fucked each other, instead of dragging their
son into a fucked up love triangle. Ashton caught himself wishing for that
normality and immediately stopped himself. Instead he looked his mother in the
eye and they both smiled at each other. He caught the look of anger and
jealousy in his mother’s face, his smile probably looked like the smile of the
winner in her twisted mind, but in fact it was a smile of resignation. Ashton
had long since given up on trying to find a mother figure in her, instead she
was like a slightly dislikeable stranger. He doesn’t know her well enough to
hate her, she’s never done anything, nothing wrong and nothing right. But he
also dislikes her for being so weak, never trying to fight for anything. She’s
pathetic, wandering aimlessly in this bug hollow house during the day, and
playing the pretty wallflower whenever her husband took her out.
 
There were times where he liked her though, precious few but it wasn’t always
neutral or dislike. Very very occasionally, when he was slightly younger, there
were times when Deacon would get too rough and her face would actually cloud
over in worry instead of jealousy. She’d sometimes briefly take care of him
then, Ashton never fooled himself into thinking it was love, because it wasn’t.
Instead, her face would be smothered in guilt as she tended him, guilt from
letting this go on, guilt from being relieved that it wasn’t her. Just like how
she had her times when she’d worry, he had times when he was capable of being
kind. And in those times he’d agree with her in his mind, he was glad that it
wasn’t her as well.
 
During these brief moments, they almost seemed like daughter and son.   
 
But when you’re exposed to something for long you gradually get numb to it, and
in that fashion she chose to be jealous more than worried. And Ashton chose to
close himself off so there’d be no weakness in him, he chose to protect himself
over others.
 
A mother and her son sat at a dinner table many many years ago.
 
Two strangers sat there now.




***** Wednesday *****
The thing with ideas, is that once planted they don’t disappear, instead they
grow bigger and bigger. Right now in Jackson’s head there were all these ideas
and question about Ashton, it wouldn’t be that much of an exaggeration to say
that Ashton was taking over his thoughts. Jackson couldn’t get rid of the
feeling that there was something unusual about Ashton, he also couldn’t stop
himself from constantly trying to read Ashton’s thoughts to find out which of
his faces were genuine.
 
Ashton sat in the same row as him, two seats away and Jackson tried to not be
obvious about his peeking. He was leaning on his left hand so that his face was
tilted in Ashton’s direction, pretending that he was dazing off into space when
instead he was staring at Ashton.
 
Ashton also looked like he was slacking off, he had slumped down on his chair
with his hands in his pocket, his face was blank and his eyes would slip shut
every so often. Everything about his body language seemed to make it seem like
he wasn’t listening, in fact that was how he generally acted in class, messy
and sleepy, as if he didn’t give a care for school work and school was just a
playground to have some fun. But to his surprise Jackson realised that he was
listening,however he’d only move his hand and take down notes when the teacher
specifically pointed out things to watch out for and that will be in the test.
 
Jackson thought about the homework project that they’d been working on - and
refused to blush at the memories that came with it - Ashton could almost be
described as a hard worker then. Which reminded him that the presentation was
due in tomorrow. And then he thought about how Ashton’s bag, clothes and desk
always seemed messy yet his room was actually fairly tidy. Was Ashton a tidy
nerd pretending to be a messy delinquent, or was Ashton a messy delinquent who
pretended to be a good boy at home? Which one, which one, he wondered.
 
Then Ashton’s movement distracted him from his thoughts. The teacher must have
said something else that was important because Ashton had started writing
something down again. But when he moved his hand up to erase something, the
friction moved his sleeve up, and there was a dark purple mark that curled
around Ashton’s white wrists.
 
Jackson was confused, it was obvious that it was a dark bruise. He tried to
think of why Ashton would have a bruise there…..Restraints, of course, and the
way there were more than one line suggested ropes. Jackson started to feel
worried, the bruises were deep, either the rope was tied really tight or Ashton
had struggled against them and dug it into his skin.
 
Why was he restrained anyways? It wasn’t there on Monday, with the contrast in
colour in Ashton’s skin, he definitely would’ve noticed if it was there on
Monday. Ashton was away yesterday, which was probably when it happened then.
Did he skip school to be restrained? Jackson felt an absurd sense of jealousy
hit him, he shook his head because that was too weird to imagine. Then did he
skip school because he was restrained and couldn’t leave? Who would do that?
Jackson felt worried that maybe Ashton was in trouble with someone violent.
 
The bell went off and Jackson packed automatically as his thoughts lingered on
Ashton’s bruise. As he walked into the corridor he noticed that Ashton was
walking slowly in front of him. He was walking much slower than usual and each
step also seemed stiff, like he was limping but on both legs. Jackson examined
Ashton’s legs and his eyes landed on a purple bit the peeked out just above his
socks, barely noticeable to others but noticeable if someone actually looked.
 
Jackson took a sharp breath, more rope bruises… What was going on here? Jackson
took some big steps and caught up. He moved instinctively and grabbed Ashton’s
shoulder.
 
“Woah, hey there,” Ashton smiled.
Jackson faltered, he suddenly felt this huge gap between them, Ashton’s mask
was impenetrable and if he brought up anything now he wouldn’t get the truth.
He didn’t know what he was thinking anyways, Ashton had basically broken their
friendship even though they still acted ‘friendly’, he wasn’t supposed to care
about him. Jackson licked his lips and then blurted, “It’s due tomorrow.”
 
“What is?” Ashton asked.
 
“The English presentation,” Jackson answered.
 
“Oh, right! Man, I almost forgot about it.” Ashton laughed.
He was sort of lying, the project didn’t actively occupy his thoughts but he’d
wanted Jackson to drop, he couldn’t bring himself to care about his grades or
Jackson anymore.

“So, today?” Jackson hesitantly asked. This was the first time he’d suggested
meeting Ashton outside of school, even though he knew what would come with it.
But he needed to try and talk to Ashton and find out what happened.
 
Ashton looked taken aback for a second but he quickly covered it up with a
smile,
 “Sure.”
His father was away so he’d be none the wiser, and then Ashton corrected
himself, even if his father was home it’d make no difference. He wasn’t going
to be controlled by that old man.
***** Deal? *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Jackson felt familiar with the routine of being picked up by Ashton’s driver,
collecting some afternoon snacks and drinks from Melissa and then going up to
Ashton’s room to work peacefully. Considering how it was due tomorrow, they
weren’t  that  screwed. They added some final touches and practiced what they
were going to say for which slide etc. Once they’d ran through the presentation
three times an awkward silence settled between them. They were quite finished
with the presentation and couldn’t use that for an excuse for conversation
anymore.  Ashton hadn’t planned on Jackson coming over and he hadn’t planned
anything either, plus he felt a surprising lack of desire.
 
“Why weren’t you at school yesterday?” Jackson finally asked, breaking the
silence.
“Eh, just felt sick and stayed at home.” It wasn’t really a lie.
“Are you sure?” Jackson looked up, staring hard at Ashton’s face.
Ashton felt uncomfortable under Jackson’s examining gaze, he laughed nervously,
“What do you mean?” He questioned back.
 
Ashton’s reaction wasn’t fast enough to stop Jackson from grabbing his hand and
moving his sleeve up, exposing the ugly mark. Ashton stared at the exposed
bruise in horror and tried to jerk his hand back, Jackson held on tight and
stared at Ashton’s face instead.
“Let go of me!” Ashton desperately tugged.
“No. Why do you have this bruise?” Jackson asked.
 
They struggled back and forth for a while more, Ashton couldn’t tug his hand
free and he felt cornered so he proposed a deal, a challenge to Jackson to make
him feel like he was in control of the situation.
 
“I’ll answer one of your stupid questions for each  favor  ya do for me.”
Ashton smirked.
The struggle paused but Jackson didn’t let go. Ashton’s eyes were proud and
challenging, both of them knew what Ashton meant when he said ‘favor’ and
Ashton had placed his bets that Jackson would back off with the questions.
 
“Okay.”
The answer surprised Ashton and his victorious expression flickered. He looked
at Jackson’s face, wondering if he’d imagined the voice, Jackson’s face showed
his determination.
“What?”
 
“I said, yes, I agree to your deal. No lying though, you have to answer
honestly.” Jackson stated patiently.
 
“Oh. Okay.” Ashton replied absentmindedly.
Then he shook his head and seemed to break out of his shock. He yanked his hand
out of Jackson’s grasp and stood up.
 
“Right, come along then.” Ashton tried to say without his voice wavering.
They moved into the other room, and Ashton felt some of his confidence actually
coming back to him.
 
He sat on the bed and shuffled backwards so that his back was against the
headrest.
Jackson seemed to be more nervous now, what he’d just agreed to actually only
registering now.  He felt stupid for agreeing, but now he couldn’t really back
out. This was perhaps his only chance to get straight honest truths out of
Ashton and he couldn’t waste the opportunity. His arms were crossed and he
looked uncomfortable but that determined expression never left his face.
 
Ashton made sure his body language looked relaxed, he didn’t want Jackson to
know that he was nervous but he couldn’t back out seeing as he was the one who
proposed the deal.
“Why don’t you start by getting me in the mood?” Ashton challenged, hoping that
forcing him to take initiative will put Jackson off.
 
Jackson took a deep breath and kicked his shoes off, crawling on all fours
towards Ashton, he tried to wave his butt in the air and blushed at how
ridiculous he was acting. His attempt didn’t go unnoticed by Ashton, if the
tension in the air wasn’t so thick he probably would’ve laughed at how Jackson
was acting, but instead he felt a sense of being preyed on by a predator. No,
that wasn’t how it’s supposed to be, he was the one in power and control here.
So he tried to smile like he was slightly amused.
 
Jackson finally reached Ashton on the bed, he seemed to waver a bit on where to
put his hands, but then he reminded himself that he had to show Ashton how keen
he was and he boldly swung his leg over Ashton so that he was straddling him
and placed his hands on his shoulder. They were about the same height but
Jackson felt self conscious of his body, he was much more buff and thus heavier
which made it feel awkward to straddle someone who was ‘smaller’. He didn’t
want either them to think more about this position so he leaned in and nuzzled
Ashton’s neck.
 
He gave a tentative lick and felt Ashton twitch under him. At least he was
getting a reaction Jackson thought optimistically and he tried to kiss up and
down Ashton’s neck, he moved his left hand to cradle Ashton’s head and tilted
his head to expose more of his neck. Jackson tried to suck and he heard Ashton
let out a small “nng”
 
Deciding that it was probably a good sign, he made a few more hickies and
gently nibbled and tongued at Ashton’s neck. He slowly moved his mouth to
Ashton’s ear and placed his arms around Ashton’s neck. Jackson experimentally
rocked his hips, trying to grind against Ashton.
 “Ahh,” Ashton let out a shaky breath.
Jackson breathed into Ashton’s air, letting it tickle his ear and send tingles
through his body, as he continued to grind up against Ashton. They were both
getting slightly out of breath now, as he pressed up against Ashton he could
feel that they were both getting hard.
 
Jackson bit down gently on Ashton’s earlobe,
 “Does this favor please you?” Jackson whispered huskily.
“Mmm, yes, yes it does.” Ashton absentmindedly replied, he couldn’t focus
entirely with the way Jackson was rutting against him and sending sensations
through his ear.
 
Jackson pulled back from Ashton’s ear and looked at Ashton, he had his eyes
closed and his mouth open, letting out little gasps every time Jackson grinded
up against him right. Jackson instinctively leaned down and kissed Ashton’s
lips, Ashton’s eyes opened in surprise but he closed his eyes again and let out
a pleased moan when Jackson grinded up again. Ashton’s moan spurred Jackson on
and he deepened the kiss, pressing his lips harder against Ashton’s and
nibbling on his bottom lip every so often, which makes Ashton hip jerk up in
interest. They both were too turned on to feel nervous anymore, and Jackson
felt adventurous so he slowly reached his tongue in to let it explore Ashton’s
mouth.
 
Ashton eventually using his tongue in return and they both continued to kiss
until Jackson needed to break off to catch his breath. When he sat back
slightly, they both seemed to stare at each other in wonder, it’d felt good.
Jackson hadn’t expected it to feel this good and natural whereas Ashton hadn’t
received such tender and gentle kisses before and he was also surprised at
Jackson’s skills.
 
Jackson moved his hand to Ashton’s cheek and brushed his thumb across his
cheek.
 “Why me?” Jackson quietly asked.
Ashton tensed and Jackson leaned in to kiss him again, light butterfly kisses.
Slowly Ashton relaxed, thankful for this chance to think of his reply.
 
“Why do you always seem so cold or emotionless at school?”
“I thought I was the one who got to ask questions?” Jackson raised his eyebrows
but he still continued on, “I don’t do that by choice, you know. I’ve just
never been good at getting emotionally invested…” Jackson took a deep breath,
“Okay, I asked for honesty from you so let this be a show of faith, more
accurately, I’m a lot better at just accepting things as they are because I’m
too scared to try face things and try change them. Yes, I’m a coward.” Jackson
shrugged as if showing that he didn’t really care, but because of how close
they were sitting Ashton could feel how tense he actually was.
 
“I..I chose you because I thought it’d be amusing….Is what I was going to
say...But okay, I’ll admit that it was also because your emotionless demeanor
scared me, it made you seem so much stronger than me, and it made me wonder if
such an emotionless guy also had another side to them, like me. I wanted to
know, needed to know that you also had a darker side, that you also had filthy
desires. I wanted to bring someone down to the same level as me and have them
understand how it felt. And I chose you because...well I didn’t really consider
the others, but if you want a reason, I’d say it's because you seemed so
unlikely to have another side and I wanted to prove myself wrong.” Ashton
looked downwards, hands fiddling as he waited for Jackson’s reaction.
 
Jackson let out a small chuckle, “I have to admit, showing indifference was not
what I expected to be the reason why I ended up here. Hmm...So what favor would
you like next?”
 
With that prompt, the emotional turmoil in the room dissipated and Ashton
smiled cockily,
“Would you strip for me?”
Jackson blushed and immediately thought of just quickly and efficiently taking
his clothes off, but he knew that wasn’t what Ashton wanted. He reminded
himself that the goal was to ‘let Ashton win’ so that he’d be able to coax the
most honest answer out of him.
 
The grinding from before seemed like a pretty good place to start with so he
continued. He recalled the time when Ashton ordered him to touch his nipples,
he didn’t go through with it last time so why not surprise Ashton with it. His
plan worked, and Ashton’s eyes widened comically, Jackson had to bite his lip
to stop himself from laughing at Ashton’s expression. Slowly, he reached up to
his first button and undid it, and continued doing so button by button. When it
was all undone he slipped the dress shirt down his shoulders and grinder down
one last time.
 
He lifted his butt off his heels so that his crotch was at Ashton’s chest and
undid his belt, letting it slap gently against Ashton’s chest as it slid out.
He was in no rush so he folded the belt up and lay it next to them before
settling his hands on his jeans. Ashton’s eyes were tracing his every move, and
they stared with lust at where Jackson’s hands were just resting there,
silently urging him to move on. Jackson smiled and unbuttoned the jeans, the
sound of him unzipping seemed extra loud in the quiet room - it sounded as
sensual as a moan of pleasure.
 
Jackson quickly slid his jeans off and then he was just kneeling over Ashton in
his briefs. His hands traced his thighs, then his inner thighs, and then he
slowly rubbed himself through the underwear. He tilted forward, letting his
head fall on Ashton’s shoulder, and moaned right next to his ear, immediately
he heard an answering intake of breath. He pushed the briefs down but then felt
Ashton’s hands stop him.
 
“Leave those on.”
“Mmkay.” Jackson answered.
A few moments passed with them just enjoying the moment, Jackson still felt the
adrenaline from the thrill and Ashton was trying to engrave that scene in his
long term memory.
 
“So, what do you want to ask?” Ashton reluctantly broke the moment.
“You kept mentioning bringing me ‘down’ to the same level as you, making sure I
had a dark side like you and so on. What do you mean by that? Does this mean
you have two sides to your personality or that your easygoing demeanor at
school is entirely faked?”
Jackson had been wondering which emotions were actually genuine for this past
week and maybe the simplest way to understand would be to get Ashton to tell
him directly.
 
Ashton didn’t reply immediately, instead he contemplated how he should answer
it - which bits to gloss over or omit.
“...I don’t really know myself. I just naturally act that way at school, maybe
I act like I don’t have a care for the world, because by acting shallow no one
will bother you or get close to you. My smiles and laughs come automatically
but I can’t say I’m actually happy, so in that sense, yes, I am faking myself
at school. It all comes as instantaneous to me as a real personality would
though, so maybe that is just my real personality. I don’t know.”
 
That sort of helped but it was also sitting on the fence so Jackson didn’t know
whether he got the answer he was after. So yes, those smiles and laughs weren’t
genuine but they also weren’t consciously faked? Is that what Ashton was trying
to say?
 
“Hmmm...So what about the dark side stuff?” He prompted.
 
Ashton laughed dryly,
“Was what I did to you not enough proof that I’m messed up?”
Jackson smiled sheepishly and Ashton took pity on him,
 “Yes, the way I act right now in front of you I’d consider my ‘dark side’, I
act like an asshole and I know it. I feel more comfortable acting like this,
but that doesn’t mean I like myself for it though.”
 
Ashton looked so sad and lonely, and Jackson instinctively wrapped his arms
around him.  Ashton probably needed it because he immediately slumped into the
embrace. Then Ashton’s arms tentatively wrapped around Jackson’s torso. They
held each other like that while Jackson considered whether he should say what
was floating around in his head.
 
“Hey, Ash?”
“Mmyeah?”
“..You know, you didn’t need to blackmail me.”
“Huh?”
“I...I mean that...if you wanted to do those things you didn’t need to
blackmail me, I probably would’ve listened to your requests and agreed from the
start.”
“....Oh.” Ashton felt a blush rising to his face for once.
 
Why was Jackson telling him this? Does this mean that he enjoyed their previous
scenes? He also felt stupid for taking things to such drastic measures when he
could’ve just asked from the start. But they both knew why Ashton did go there,
if he used blackmail Jackson couldn’t refuse, and Ashton couldn’t take the
rejection.
 
Jackson lifted one of his hands to cradle Ashton’s head.
“I...I like you, Ash, have been for three years.” Jackson slowly confessed.
“Huh? Three years?”
“Do you remember the first time you talked to me? To you it probably meant
nothing, and it probably looked like it meant nothing to me. But at that time I
didn’t know how to break the ice with our other teammates, yet you helped me
out.”
“...Yeah, I remember.” After all, he meant to tease him and get a reaction out
but all Jackson did was look blankly at him. The discomfort from Jackson’s
indifference perhaps started then.
“I think I might have fallen in love a bit then.” Jackson blushed.
 
All this hugging and talking seemed way too intimate for them, much much more
than Ashton sticking his tongue up Jackson’s ass.
Jackson laughed nervously, “here, lemme give you a hand in that, or a mouth.”
He let his hands drop to the side, and Ashton tried not to feel disappointed,
then Jackson reached for Ashton’s pants. He quickly undid them, leaving the
pants on, and re-positioned himself so he was bending down between Ashton’s
legs, naked ass waving in the air.
 
Jackson has never done this before, so he was quite hesitant to start off.
First he gave tiny kitten licks, and then felt more confident when he realised
the taste wasn’t as bad as what he imagined. Slowly he popped the head into his
warm mouth and Ashton groaned,  Jackson decided he liked that sound so he tried
to get it out of Ashton again by running his tongue against the underside of
the cock, it worked.
 
Ashton felt good, so good, that it was hard to keep his hands off Jackson’s
head to urge him to hurry up. But he stilled his hands and gripped the bed
sheet instead. Right now Jackson was in control, which meant he was willingly
doing this, Ashton didn’t want to do anything to ruin that image. Then he
recalled that Jackson had said that the blackmail wasn’t necessary, that he was
in love with him, Ashton felt all warm inside from recalling that. He smiled
and gently lifted one hand to touch Jackson’s hair, he slowly ruffled the short
hair, careful not to put any pressure on it.
 
Jackson didn’t react to the petting, instead he just focused harder on the task
before him. He soon found out that deep-throating was too much for a beginner
like him, so he tried to go for shallow faster motions instead. One of his
hands drew circles around Ashton’s hips and the other one he used to support
himself. He felt Ashton tense under him.

 “Ah..Jack...I’m coming.” Ashton panted, he tried to warn Jackson.
“Mmmhmm.” Jackson replied, the vibrations drove Ashton over the edge and
Jackson swallowed it all up.
 
Ashton watched Jackson’s adam's apple bob in wonder, then Jackson licked Ashton
clean.
 Ashton pushed Jackson’s head back up and turned himself over so he could
return the favor. Jackson seemed surprised but he didn’t protest, especially
after Ashton’s mouth covered him. Ashton knew, or assumed, he was good at
giving head after all the practice he had but Deacon was never vocal about his
pleasures, everything had been so ‘business-like’ in a way, no personal
feelings, no passion. But Ashton was pleased to find that Jackson was very
vocal, and very passionate, making sweet encouraging sounds without hesitation.
Jackson felt good, loved it, and was making sure Ashton knew it. With Jackson,
there were no mind games, and deliberate signs of power, Ashton realised. Under
Ashton’s skills Jackson came fast, and Ashton swallowed in return.
 
 They smiled at each other, a lazy blissed out smile. Jackson pulled Ashton up
and they kissed. Jackson somehow snuggled in on top of Ashton, he had to curl
up to lay on Ashton’s shoulder. Ashton reached over covered them both in his
blanket.
 
“One last question?” Jackson quietly asked.
Ashton considered it, the way that Jackson had asked him showed him that he had
a chance to back away, but after all this covering and faking, he’d felt good
about saying the truth earlier. He nodded.
 
“Who made the bruises?” Jackson asked sternly.
 
Ashton froze, with the previous questions, some part of him had assumed, hoped,
that Jackson had forgotten about it, but apparently not…
 
He took a deep breath and tried to answer,
“They were done by...m-my -” Ashton stuttered and then he found that he
couldn’t get those words out. Jackson kissed the skin that he was lying on,
“It’s okay, take a deep breath.” Jackson said.
Ashton tried to calm his fluttering heart and tune his breathing to Jackson’s.
His hand somehow found Jackson’s and held on tight.
Jackson squeezed his hands, and Ashton tried to just get it out in one go.
“Itwasmyfather.” He muttered.
Jackson blinked slowly, trying to process what Ashton had just said in one
breath.  Father?? Bruise?? Wait….what?? What the fuck?!?
Chapter End Notes
     This chapter took so long to write!! Partially because it's long and
     mostly because alternating between sexy time and plot every paragraph
     was so hard! Whew~
***** Plan *****
Chapter Notes
     Oops, sorry for the late post, work caught up to me :P
     I think I might be able to handle weekly posts, no promises though
     ...
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Ashton had to admit that it didn’t go anywhere near as bad as he thought it
would. Well, he didn’t exactly plan to tell Jackson anything, but it’d happened
and Jackson was only neutral or accepting. The father thing had obviously
thrown Jackson off, he’s never seen him look so baffled before that it’d almost
made him laugh despite just spilling his darkest secret.
 
But once Jackson got over the initial shock there was no disgust or pity, he
was worried however, wanting to know if his father hurt him in any other way.
Ashton had already said so many truths and secrets so what more did one more
count, so he’d explained how his father had raped him when he was in his teens,
initially he’d been scared, confused and hopeful to the only sign of affection
he got, but then he’d simply given up hope. Jackson looked so sad while he told
his story, while he said everything in a matter-of-fact way.
 
It was strange to retell something he’d kept only to himself for so long. He
almost felt so detached, the poor teen quite far away from his present state of
being snuggled in with someone that said and proved that he loved him.
 
Ashton traced back his memory to their first meeting. It was quite a while ago,
so some parts he couldn’t remember as clearly, because why had he approached
Jackson? He did remember the way his short hair felt soft before his
fingertips, he remember the way he teased Jackson about  something  and being
irked by not getting a reaction. Then an odd possibility hit him, why did all
this and including the blackmail seem like bullying. Not just regular bullying
but the way an awkward primary schooler chose to bully in order to get noticed
by their crush. Ashton’s face blushed and he felt fear spike up his heart. What
if all this wasn’t just because he needed to see that Jackson could be a worse
person than what he seemed. What if this was just as much because he had a
crush on Jackson, and being the twisted kid he was he only knew how to get
noticed by being horrible.
 
It made him feel stupid all over again, here he was wasting both of their time,
trying to get noticed by being mean, when what he wanted was there all ready to
be taken, just waiting to be asked. He thought back at the stubbornness he’d
shown his dad, how he refused to lie even though it would’ve let him off the
pain immediately. He was attached to Jackson, cared deeply for him, and the
thought was utterly terrifying.
 
Then Ashton paused to think, and he realised that he’d never be able to love
normally with how twisted his father had forced him to be. He’d never be able
to take Jackson without the nagging fear that he was just turning into his
father, that he was turning into a monster. And he’d never be able to be taken
without the fear that it’d trigger a flashback. He was living under his
father’s shadow no matter how hard he tried to act like he wasn’t. That meant,
no matter how the both of them felt, he’d never be able to give all of himself
to Jackson until he broke out of his father’s shadow.
 
He needed to break out of his father’s control, he needed a plan; to defeat the
monster.
Really, Ashton should’ve realised that he needed to break free long ago. But
he’d always lacked the motivation, it was easier to just give up, let Deacon
take what he wanted and then be left alone. But now it was worth it to fight
the harder way. He had a raison d’etre; Jackson.
 
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Jackson’s POV
 
Jackson collapsed into his bed, he felt so tired, it wasn’t just the physical
fatigue but also the emotional… After three years of never expecting anything,
never expecting to confess, he finally did. And it wasn’t even because he
wanted to tell Ashton his feelings and hopefully have the feelings
reciprocated. No, he simply had told Ashton because he felt Ashton needed to
hear it to believe that someone was on his side. He’d open up his heart just to
comfort Ashton, and no, he didn’t regret it. But it also made him feel weary,
knowing that he’d confessed but would get no reply.
 
Ashton’s secrets were out in the open too, and those were heavy secrets, that
weighed down on Jackson as well, they were sharing the burden now. Jackson had
fell in love with Ashton’s easy smiles and laughter, he’d fallen in love with
Ashton’s carefree manner, and now he’d discovered that it was mostly a facade.
So he’d basically fallen for the image that Ashton painted for everyone, yet
now after finding out all about everything, he found himself still in love.
Yes, he was slightly disappointed, but no, he did not like Ashton any less.
 
And oddly enough, he was starting to be attracted to things he’d never been
attracted to before. Like the strong demand in Ashton’s voice, it emphasised
that Ashton was in control, and he felt so pleased every time he pleased
Ashton. Jackson buried his head into the blankets, he couldn’t believe he was
thinking that.
 
However, Jackson felt his mood darken when he thought about Ashton’s dad. He
didn’t understand how he could do that without feeling bad. Although, he
understood that it wasn’t impossible, after all the news were filled with these
horrors from time to time, but the news also felt so distant, like it would
never happen to him or the people he knew.
Jackson knew that he had to stop Ashton’s father somehow, but it also wasn’t
really his place to make decisions for Ashton, if he told someone rashly it
might worsen the situation instead. And so all Jackson could do was offer
Ashton him emotional support even though he felt so helpless.
 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Date *****
Chapter Notes
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Thursday, they presented the powerpoint together in class, it bored the rest of
the class but their teacher seemed to approve. Jackson had a good feeling about
his next english grade.  
Friday, they had a practice game against another school, which they tied with
and the coach made them promise to train harder to win the next match.
 
And then Saturday came along and they were ‘hanging out’, outside, in public.
Which Jackson supposed was supposed to be normal for friends to do, but
normally when they had group outings Ashton never really came along. So this
was weird, this also seemed suspiciously like a date.
 
Right now they were eating ice cream together while sitting on their towels on
a beach. They’d met outside the store, and then Ashton had insisted on paying,
and yeah Ashton was more well-off than him but it didn’t mean he couldn’t
afford an ice cream. Ashton had gotten himself a chocolate and Jackson a
strawberry, and he wasn’t complaining, who doesn’t like free ice cream?

 They didn’t really talk while they were eating but the waves splashing offered
enough background noise for it not to be awkward. After finishing the ice cream
Ashton suggested that they go for a swim. So they pulled out there swimming
trunks and changed into them quickly. The weather was warm enough for the water
not to be freezing, but it still took a while to get used to. While Jackson
toed the water line, testing the temperature, Ashton kicked up the water,
efficiently splashing Jackson in the chest. Jackson gasped and attacked back.
 
Soon the coldness was forgotten as they focused on getting each other back.
When they were wet from head to toe, Ashton shoved Jackson, taking him by
surprise and making him lose balance, Jackson grabbed Ashton to steady himself
but just ended up making Ashton lose balance too. And so they both ended up
falling into the water…
 
Somehow a game of tag started and they swam after each other from one end of
the beach to another. They were both confident swimmers, so it was both a
challenge to escape and chase after each other. Jackson was chasing after
Ashton now and Ashton kept swimming just out of his reach. Ashton stood up a
few meters away from Jackson and poked his tongue at him, Jackson smiled in
amusement and he lunged forward, faster than what Ashton was expecting because
he didn’t get out of the way in time. Jackson ended up with his arms around
Ashton’s waist, then he hoisted Ashton up on one shoulder, it took some effort
but Ashton was too surprised to struggle so he managed. Then he walked towards
the beach, when he reached their stuff he lowered Ashton down and collapsed
beside him.
 
“Haah, timeout.” Jackson murmured.
“Mmm yeah, I’m tired.” Ashton agreed.
But being in the middle of their youth, they recovered their energy fast and 10
minutes later they were restless to do something else.

 “Oh yeah, I brought volleyball stuff, wanna play?” Ashton suggested.
“Sure.” Jackson replied.
So they set it up together and tried to simply hit back and forth to each other
seeing as they didn’t have enough people for a proper game. Under the sun,
their shorts dried quickly and when they had enough of hitting a ball back and
forth they went for some pizza.
After the pizza they walked around the rock pools and ‘explored’ them.
 
It was nothing like a fancy dinner date, he couldn’t imagine either them doing
that anyways, but it was so much better. They had a lot of fun and for the
first time they weren’t just trying to get along, they were trying to
understand, to know more, and fall in love with more little things about each
other. It was sweet and Jackson felt a little hope spark in him, maybe his
crush wasn’t totally impossible. Or if it was, at least it made Ashton want to
know him better as a friend if nothing else.
 
They were walking back to the bus stop when Ashton suddenly said,
 “We’re doing it all backwards aren’t we?”
Jackson considered pretending not to know what Ashton was talking about, but
instead he shrugged.
 “That doesn’t matter, all that matters is that we’ll get there in the end.”
Ashton considered Jackson’s words,
 “Mm yeah, you’re right, we’ll get there.” He reassured.
 
Jackson was slightly surprised, he sounded so certain, and when he looked
carefully at Ashton’s face he saw determination.
He chuckled, “I don’t know what you’re planning but I believe in you,” Jackson
placed his hand on Ashton’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze,
 “You’re okay, we’re okay.”
 Ashton beamed, “Just okay?”
“Haha, then we’ll be fan-fucking-tastic!” Jackson smiled.
“Yeah, just give me a bit more time.” Ashton looked a bit apologetic.
“It’s been three years, I can wait a bit more, no problem, no problem at all.”
Jackson chuckled.
Chapter End Notes
     Double post because last chapter was short. Funny how a chapter I
     considered long at the start of writing this is now considered short.
     Anyway ~ Cute chapter ? Any comments for the sweets? ;)
***** Set-Up *****
Chapter Summary
     Warning: Things are about to go down....
     (sorry)
     (but I promise a happy ending !)
Ashton got up early on Sunday morning, there were some things he needed to set
up. First thing was some online shopping, this time he was after cameras, more
specifically spy cameras...It seemed absurd but it was needed. After some
scrolling he came across a ‘spy camera’ on a watch and a pen, he brought a
watch and then several of the pens. He arranged them to be shipped over on the
fastest courier available. The watch he would have strapped onto him, it would
start recording as soon as he pressed the button and the pen he could place in
the pen holder and it’d be activated by motion.
 
With that done, he went down to breakfast. His mother was already sitting at
the table, he tried to make some small chat and then he slipped in a question
on when his father will be returning from the trip. His mum looked at him
weirdly for a second before smoothly replying that he’ll be coming back from
the business deal on Thursday. She went on for a bit about the business trip
but Ashton had already tuned her out. The information he needed was already
collected, his father would come back on Thursday, which brought him maybe just
enough time to get ready.
 
He spent the rest of the day planning in detail, there were many things that
could go wrong, Deacon wasn’t the most predictable man, but he figured it
shouldn’t be that hard.
 
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The equipment only arrived Wednesday afternoon, they weren’t hard to set up, in
the pen’s case, all he had to do was scatter them around the rooms, he sneaked
in and placed it in the basement, in his father’s office, his parents room, in
his room, everywhere he thought there was a chance where he’d be able to
collect some good footage. The camera was like a fish eye, so he could only
hope that what he wanted will be in the screen.
 
The watch was much easier, all he had to slip it on, and turn it on. If what he
wanted wasn’t caught on pen then he’d at least get a recording from his watch.
Knowing Deacon, things on his clothes we’ren’t likely to stay but he doubt
Deacon would have the patience to take his watch off.


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Thursday came around quickly and in the morning he did a thorough check through
to make sure all of the cameras were turned on. Deacon came back at noon but
went straight to his room to sleep of the jet lag. So the first time Ashton saw
his father was at dinner, and apparently the business deal hadn’t gone their
way, because Deacon was pissed…
He sat stiffly with a constant frown on his face and every so often he’d mutter
profanities under his breath. Ashton suddenly felt a bit scared, maybe his
father’s anger would work in his favor while not working in his favor, because
Deacon was even more unpredictable while angry...In the past he’d made rash
decisions while feeling angry.
 
But Ashton gritted his teeth and reminded himself that this had to be done,
everything will be better once it was taken care of. Halfway through his dinner
he stood up to leave.
 
“Sit down.” Deacon demanded.
“I don’t feel like eating more.” Ashton answered.
“Sit. Back. Down.” Deacon ordered.
“I’m full, I’ll be up in my room.” Ashton calmly replied, then he walked up the
stairs under Deacon’s angry glare.
 
Ashton let out a shaky breath once he was behind his closed door. He didn’t get
along with his father, but that didn’t mean he didn’t understand what triggered
him the most. His father was already mad, and when he was mad he needed to feel
that he’s in control of everyone and everything around him. Just like before,
he didn’t particularly need Ashton to stay for dinner, but he said it because
it was something to control, yet Ashton didn’t let him control that.
 
 He walked over to his bed and lay down on it. Then he unzipped his pants and
started to stroke himself. He closed his eyes and focused on his hearing, as
expected after a while he heard faint footsteps coming up the stairs. He
fastened his hand and started to moan loudly. He couldn’t hear any more
footsteps, only his moaning voice and then his door knob turned. He clenched
his eyes tighter and continued, as if he wasn’t aware that his door had swung
open and he was no longer alone in this room.
 
“What do you think you’re doing?” His father growled as he shut the door behind
him.
Ashton stopped and opened his eyes wide,
“Who said you could come in my room!?” He shouted as he scrambled for a blanket
to cover himself.
“Hah, boy, this is my house that you’re living in. You should be thankful I’m
letting you live here at all, there is no such thing as ‘your room.’ You should
also be thankful that I’m feeding you, if I allow you to eat you eat, that
behaviour on the dinner table is unacceptable. In fact I think we should start
make you earn your keep if you’re going to be so ungrateful for what we’re
giving you for free.”
“Fuck you! It’s your responsibility in the first place, you’ve never tried to
act like a father before, don’t make me out to be the bad guy by not acting
like your fucking dutiful son.”
Deacon almost stepped back in surprise at how aggressive Ashton was, but then
the rage came over him.
 
“ Heh, thought it’d take you longer to pull yourself together after I broke you
last time. Looks like you haven’t learnt your lesson at all though.”
 
“You never broke me, you can’t even hope to ever do that with your pathetic
toys and cock.”
 
Deacon had gone red in the face from all the anger and he finally strode
forward to the bed and grabbed Ashton’s collar. Ashton stared at him and spat
in his face. His father was furious and backhanded him.
 
“You little shit! Yes, I know what you need! You need to get a good beating and
then learn that you need to earn your keep, you fucking slut.” Deacon shouted.
 
He yanked Ashton’s thick blanket over his body and then straddled his legs and
held the blanket down with his left hand. With his right hand he drew back and
started beating and punching the writhing figure under the blankets. Ashton’s
shouts were all muffled and he could only push against the blanket that was
pushed tight up against him, he couldn’t really fight back. So the punches
continued to fall and he couldn’t breathe properly under his thick blanket, he
was suffocating and in pain and screaming at the same time and no one could
save him. His voice was muffled but even if it wasn’t no one in this house
would care and he felt tears run down his face.
 
Deacon landed hits on his stomach mostly, and he only stopped when he started
to run out of breath. Then he sat back on Ashton’s legs and said,
“Did that teach you your lesson boy? Oh don’t worry, they won’t even leave a
mark on your pretty skin tomorrow.” Deacon chuckled, “And I’ll make sure to
keep to my little promise tomorrow. Until then stay here for me like a good
boy.”
 
Ashton was whimpering in pain below the blanket, the beating had hurt so much,
partially maybe because he’d never been outright beaten with Deacon’s fists, it
was always with some whip or crop etc. He’d assumed that Deacon felt that he
was above using his fists, he was supposed to be more sophisticated than that.
Also, Ashton didn’t believe in Deacon’s words at all, he was positive there was
going to be a huge patch of dark bruises once he lifted the blanket off.
 
He felt Deacon move off him but he was still in too much pain to move. He heard
a rustle of chains and then the door locked and footsteps faded away. It took
Ashton a while to feel well enough to come out from under the blankets, and
then it was only because he needed to. The punches had hit his stomach and he
felt as if he was going to vomit any moment now. He ran to the bathroom and
bent down towards the sink. He stayed like that just dry heaving for a while
until it was apparent nothing was actually going to come back up. Then he
slowly lifted his head.
 
He looked horrible, there were tear marks running down his face, his hair was
plastered to his forehead in sweat and messy from the tussle in the blankets.
He had a red mark where Deacon had backhanded him but that would fade without
bruising. Slowly, he lifted his T-shirt, he was scared to see what he’d
find….but it was surprisingly normal… there were some shallow bruises but he
knew that those would really be gone by tomorrow.
 
It’d hurt so much, yet there were barely any marks, and that made Ashton choke
on a sob. All that pain that he went through but no proof of it, it was
horrifying. He wrapped his arms gently around his middle and walked back into
his room. His windows were locked and so was his door, he’d forgotten that
Deacon had the keys to most of the locks in the house.
 
His room was supposed to be his, his safe place.
 
But now it was his cage.
***** Friday *****
Chapter Notes
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     because comments make me happy :D
     Warnings apply in this chapter, but if you made it this far I'm sure
     you'll be okay.
Ashton wakes up much earlier than normal on Friday morning, he couldn’t really
sleep last night, he was scared that at any time Deacon would come in. He still
felt sore from the beating yesterday but he was much more energised and that
meant he had a stronger will to get out of here before his father comes back
in.
 
He finally remembered that mobile phones were a thing in this age and he went
hunting around for his. He tried to think back to when he’d last seen it.
Yesterday before dinner he was reading on it, he would’ve left it up here for
dinner, then he’d came back….and yes! He’d checked the time on his phone lying
on the bedside table when he walked in. His eyes immediately went to the
table...no phone…
 
That’s weird, it was definitely there in his memory and he didn’t have a chance
to move it after his father walked in the room. He obviously didn’t use it
after his father left...which meant, the sick bastard had taken it. Ashton
visibly deflated with no way to contact the outside world, he was trapped here.
 
He curled up on his bed and felt absolutely miserable, until he remembered the
bigger picture. Then he tried to comfort himself, yesterday he’d tried to get
his father to catch him touching himself so that he’d get mad and rape him, but
he’d obviously pushed too far for Deacon to totally ignore it in favor of just
beating the hell out of Ashton. By the sound of Deacon’s threats last night,
this was his chance to get some more substantial evidence that’ll get him
locked away for longer.
 
He tried to breath deeply, it’s okay he told himself, the plans changed
slightly but he’s still going to get his evidence and then he’ll be free from
all of this forever. He can do this game, this was a sacrifice he needed to
make for the big picture. The big picture where he was free from his father’s
shadow and looked happy standing next to an equally happy Jackson. He tried to
keep that image in his head to remind himself to not give up, he’ll put on a
good show and then it’ll be over.
 
The door unlocked and creaked as it opened. Ashton tensed and backed up while
holding the lamp which was the closest to him. It was a ridiculous weapon and
he scolded himself for not preparing one while he was alone in the room. But it
was something and he held it in front of him with a crazed look in his eyes. He
glanced anxiously at the open door behind Deacon. But his small opening of hope
closed as Deacon closed the door behind him. The lock clicking shut again, it
sounded final, almost like a gunshot to Ashton.
 
Deacon looked exasperated at Ashton’s pose,
“And what do you think you’re doing with that boy?”
“I-if you come closer I’ll bash your head in with this!” Ashton tried to sound
threatening.
“Sigh, oh dear, did I hit your head yesterday? You will not be bashing anyones
head in with that. Instead you’re going to put it down nicely.”
“Make me.” Ashton growled.  
“If you wish me to, boy.” Deacon sighed.
 
He slowly walked towards Ashton with the confidence of a predator. Ashton on
the other hand was trembling but still standing up to his father.
 
“You know I didn’t want to do this, but you left me no choice.” Deacon brought
one hand up...to his mouth and covered it. Then he raised his other hand and
sprayed Ashton in the face. Both of Ashton’s hands were on the lamp and he
didn’t react in time. Before he knew it he’d fallen on his knees, his hands
loosely clamped around the lamp which lay on the floor.
 
His body felt so weak and sore, he found that he couldn’t really move any of
his limbs. His father circled around to his back and kicked him in the back,
Ashton was too weak to stop himself from flopping forward onto the ground. He
heard a few more sprays into something, and then a wet towel was covering his
nose. The effect was immediate, before he could still manage to twitch his
muscles when he tried but now none of his body parts responded.


His father hooked his arms under Ashton and managed to drag him towards the
bed. Then he positioned Ashton so that he was kneeling on the floor with his
body bent over the bed, his ass sticking out. No matter how much he willed his
body to move, it just wouldn’t. He even tried to open his mouth but found that
he couldn’t really do it. Then Deacon started to pull his T-shirt. It came off
fairly easy with Ashton not putting up any resistance, but his jeans were
harder to get under the knee with him being a deadweight, so Deacon just pulled
his pants and underwear down to pool at his knees. So here Ashton was, unable
to move, unable to talk, bent over the bed nude… so obviously what came next
was no surprise.
 
A lubed finger prodded at his entrance, Deacon was working his fingers in fast,
trying to stretch Ashton as fast as he could. Then Deacon was shoving his dick
into Ashton, like this he was basically a live sex toy, he couldn’t do
anything, couldn’t react. Just a hole to fuck.
 
Deacon was thrusting faster and faster into him and grunting right next to his
ear.
“Oh, fuck yes, going to make your warm hole all sloppy for them. You know, we
have the house just to my friends, you and I today. I’m sure you’ll love to
meet them, or at least your hole will be oh so happy to meet their long thick
dicks. Hah,  I can’t break you?!?  Well, let’s see if my friends can help me
break you. They’re such kind gentlemen, they’re even willing to pay for this
sloppy hole, you better thank them properly for giving you a chance to earn
your keep. This’ll be your first job boy, don’t worry I’m sure you’ll make a
good whore for them, won’t you?”
 
Deacon pulled his head up and made him nod.
“Yes, I knew you would be.” Deacon whispered.
 
Oh god ,  he’s gone insane , Ashton panicked in his head. Being drugged and
pliant in the hands of an insane person didn’t sound too good for him. Maybe
he’d pushed too far and broken Deacon instead...oh the irony....
 
Deacon was still eagerly rutting into him, but he was getting close, and he
pulled on Ashton’s hair as he snapped his hips in all the way and came deep
inside Ashton.
“Aahh, yesssss…” He groaned and collapsed on top of Ashton.
Reluctantly he pulled out and plugged Ashton up with the cum still deep inside
him.
 
Then Deacon started to shuffle around his room, moving things a bit here and
there, as if he was redecorating the place. Then he left the room but Ashton
felt that there was no doubt that he’d come back, maybe later though, just to
let the sick anticipation and fear kick in while Ashton was left with his dark
thoughts.
 
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When Ashton heard footsteps again, it wasn’t just one pair, oh right, friends…
He didn’t know his father had those, so the people he was having over were more
likely to be business partners, maybe having a whored out son was something
that impressed the rich and would earn him favors.
 
When he had let what eventually led to this happen on Thursday he did so under
the assumption that it’d be ‘like usual’ Some teasing, disciplining and then
rape, he’d be his father’s plaything for a few more hours and then he’d be free
from it forever. He did not sign up to be a group of older men’s plaything as
well. The door opened, and then in front of him stood some men in business
suits, they all looked like replicas of Deacon, dressed smart and tidy with a
cruel look on their faces. But some were even older than Deacon, and others
were much fatter. Some carried various wines in their hands which they placed
on the bedside table.
 
They all gave Ashton a quick look over but then they totally ignored him, as if
a naked teenage boy with a butt plug in his ass didn’t exist there at all.
Ashton caught random words like ‘project’ ‘deal’ ‘cost’ etc. traded around the
room and had his suspicions confirmed, more business people then.
 
After 30 minutes of this talk, all the deals had been negotiated and everyone
was all warm and loose from the wine. Deacon started it off by welcoming the
man who’d made him the best deal to try out ‘the entertainment’. He pulled out
the plug and allowed the man to do what he wanted.
 
Ashton couldn’t look behind himself and perhaps that was a small blessing
because the man’s hands were clammy and he could feel the sweat drip onto his
back. Inside he was screaming bloody murder and totally repulsed by having a
random old stranger fuck him and come inside. The old man was fast and once he
was done he pulled back and stuffed a pad of money under Ashton’s face. The
money itself seemed to stink of sweat and filth. Ashton didn’t want it, but he
also couldn’t move it away from him.
 
After that more and more people seemed to dare approach him, most of them had
crawled up on the bed and were jerking off while watching him, every now and
then he’d feel warm wet droplets spill across his body. It didn’t take them
long to figure out that he wasn’t fighting back and neither was he talking so
they opened his mouth, shoved a dick up there and raped his throat. He was
being spit roasted and he lost track of all the hands that were roaming and
marking his body. He felt like dying inside, but instead he focused on the
picture he’d painted in his head earlier and focused on blocking out the now so
that he’d get the future he wanted.
 
He didn’t know how long they were at it, but they were older men who couldn’t
get it up the second time, so after a while all of them were done, unable to
get hard and come again.  
By the time they left Ashton had cum dripping down his thighs, his body felt
sore, especially his knees for holding the position for so long. He could
twitch his muscles again, the drug was wearing off, but that was little comfort
when all the damage had been done. The sun cast a warm glow on him and judging
by how hungry he was he guessed it was late afternoon.
 
No one else was in the room right now, Deacon had probably left to send them
out the door.
 Scattered around Ashton were all these stacks of cash, it made his sick. He
stared at the dirty cash and wanted to cry, he still couldn’t quite move his
body so his crying was almost silent, just tears leaking out of his eyes.
 
Once he’d cried himself dry he tested how much he could move now, he could move
his fingers now, so he focused on that, it took a lot of willpower to continue
to do it as he felt so tired. But eventually his effort paid off and he could
open and close his fist.
 
Then he heard more footsteps come up the stairs, Ashton froze in fear, he still
couldn’t get up so his only choice was to go back to how he was left.
“Ooh he’s a pretty one.” Someone cooed.
“Mmyeah he is, so we can do anything we want as long as it’s not permanent?”
“Yes, I hope you gentleman enjoy your one hour.” Deacon said.
“Oh yes, I think we will.”
 “I’ll leave you to it then.” Then Deacon left and closed the door.
 
Ashton panicked inside, an hour?!? And they can do anything ?!? Deacon had
left, and although he’d done his fair share of hurting Ashton, he was still the
only person he’d known in this group, yet he’d left which meant no one was
watching to stop this group of strangers from going too far. They could
literally do anything and no one could help Ashton.
 
A large guy walked into his sight, he had a crooked grin that immediately told
Ashton that this guy probably had a hobby of kicking puppies.
“Awww, look his eyes are so blown wide from fear! They’re so pretty.”The guy
exclaimed and reached his hand over to touch his cheek, before he reached it
Ashton managed to turn his head and bite the guys hand as hard as he could, he
had no reservations for bastards that would pay to rape someone. He bite hard
enough to draw blood and refused to let go even as the guy continuously
screamed in pain.
 
The other guys laughed at him.
“Aaaaahhhhh, fucking bitch, oi stop laughing and help me!” He snapped at them.
One of the guys finally walked over and tried to pull the guys hand out.
“Owww! Fuck, that hurts, make him open his mouth instead!”
The other guy tried to pull his chin down but to no avail.
Another guy finally decided to give a helping hand, or foot, as he kicked
Ashton in the nuts.
Ashton gasped in pain and his mouth opened more, taking use of this chance the
first guy pulled his hand out.
“That’s how you get a bad bitch to open her mouth.” The guy who kicked laughed.

 The first guy had blood dripping down his hand and he was visibly shaken,
probably more in anger than fear though. He looked at his left arm and then
looked up at Ashton’s bloody mouth. Ashton bared his teeth, a warning that they
needed to consider twice before touching him because he bites.
“Fucking bitch.” The guy muttered again and then he punched Ashton with his
right hand. Ashton couldn’t dodge the punch but once he got over the shock he
continued to bare his teeth.
 
“Haha, so fiesty, just fuck him, that’ll make him behave.” Another guy
suggested.
There was a round of laughter and “yeah” then one guy stood forward and walked
around to Ashton’s backside.
“Ooh, he’s already dripping cum, how many did you pleasure before us, whore?”
Ashton growled.
 
The guy just chuckled, he pumped his cock a few times to get it to harden to
his full glory, and with no warning he just thrust into the wet hole. Ashton
had been fucked loose before, but he’d tightened up some during his break and
so he really felt the sudden stretch.
 “No! Fuck off! Get off me!” Ashton screamed. He tried to lift his arms but
realised that he couldn’t move them fast enough to do some harm to these men.
So he settled for what he could do, he started to verbally abuse them, shouting
profanities and cursing them.
 
“Shh.. You’ll be enjoying this soon, here let me help you.” The guy muttered,
he reached under Ashton and grasped his soft cock. The drug had made his cock
unable to harden earlier regardless of how much they fucked him into the
mattress and rubbed his cock. And that had been a relief, this was rape and he
wanted these men to know that, he was not enjoying this. But now that the drug
was wearing off the man managed to get him half hard and he could feel the men
around laughing at the whore who was ‘enjoying this’. Ashton wanted to beat
these bastards up and then choke them to stop them from ever doing something
like this again.
 
The man took his time and the rest of the guys seemed content to just watch for
now, not keen to go anywhere near Ashton’s mouth. By the time the guy was about
done Ashton could feel his limbs go back to normal. He probably could move like
normal now but he didn’t. Right now they were underestimating him, knowing that
he was on drugs that stopped him from moving his body. He’d take them by
surprise and do the most damage he could. Meanwhile he tried to discreetly move
his toes and ankle to get the blood flowing back. The guy tensed above him and
he felt some warm cum shoot inside him, mixing with the cold cum already in
him.
 
The guy panted above him and slowly drew out, he stood up and looked back at
his friends probably to make some gross comment.  Now.  Ashton turned his body
around and grabbed the guy’s hips, whacking his forehead as hard as he could
against the guy’s family jewels. He let out a whimper and then fell to the
ground while clutching his bits. With the closest guy to him down, Ashton used
the bed to leverage himself onto his feet, he felt a bit unsteady on his feet
and his knees protested to the sudden change, but he could still use his weight
so he charged at the next guy.
 
He bent his body over and once again used his head to headbutt, he took the guy
by surprise and made him lose his balance, he fell back and ended up hitting
his head against a shelf, knocking himself out. Ashton had fell on him, and he
quickly stood up, but he was cornered by the rest of the guys who’d finally
reacted. One of them lunged forward and Ashton just barely dodged the blow.
Ashton managed to hit the guy in the stomach and he doubled over, Ashton used
this chance to hit him from the top of his head, which knocked him to his
knees. The adrenaline was running through Ashton’s body and he was in flight or
fight mode, he could feel the blood pulsing through his body, he was thrumming
and reacting faster than normal.
 
He kicked the guy on the ground for good measure, and then the next guy had
socked him across the jaw. The blow forced him to take a few steps back, this
guy was obviously more fit than the rest and when Ashton punched him in the
stomach he felt solid abs and the guy barely flinched. Ashton lunged forward
and bite the guy hard in the shoulder, this made the guy wince, but then he
smiled and used his other hand to put Ashton in a headlock. Another guy came
around Ashton’s back and slapped his rear. The guy stuck two of his fingers up
his ass with no warning, Ashton yelped and tried to struggle free.
 
“Look at this naughty bitch will all her juices running out of loose hole.” He
sneered.
“Let go of me you asshole!!” Ashton struggled harder.
Then he heard a zipper being undone and his hole was filled with another cock.
He punched the guy holding him still but got no reaction. Ashton realized that
it wasn’t going to work, this guy was just too strong, so instead he used his
free hand to reach behind him and after the guy pulled out a bit he grabbed his
dick and dug his nails into it. The guy screamed and then in a panic tried to
shove Ashton away from him, which efficiently startled the guy with a headlock
on him, making his release his grip slightly. Ashton took this opening to slide
his other hand through the gap, protecting his neck and then letting his weight
suddenly drop.
 
This placed the strong guy off balance and Ashton escaped his hold. He tried to
scramble away from them but the first guy to fuck him had long since gotten up
and blocked the way. Ashton tried to fight him but got knocked onto the floor.
While Ashton was on the floor the men stood around him and started to kick him
wherever they could. They’d learnt their lesson and didn’t give Ashton any
breaks to get back up and fight. So Ashton could only curl up on the ground and
try to protect his vitals.
 
This continued until the men felt satisfied that they’d gotten their revenge
for their hurt pride and cock. Which meant Ashton was covered in bruises,
showing no more signs of fighting. Then the men grabbed Ashton’s limbs as he
struggled and shouted “No!”
 
He was leaning forward while on his knees and then they eventually managed to
twist Ashton’s arms behind his back and they pulled up so that every time
Ashton struggled it put strain on his arms and just hurted him further.
 “Whores like you should be honoured that we’re willing to pay to put our cocks
in such a filthy hole. And after that fight you put up I think our cocks are
too good for you.”
Ashton was too focused on struggling to process what the man had said. But he
soon tensed when he felt something cold and hard press against his entrance.
 
He forcefully turned his head back, putting strain on his arms, and saw a wine
bottle against his entrance. It was gradually disappearing into his hole as
they fucked him with it, then it reached the widest point and they tilted the
bottom of the bottle up so that the small amount of wine left flowed into his
hole.
 “No! Take it out! Stop! The wine’s going in!” Ashton shouted in fear.
“Ahahaha, maybe if you beg for our cocks instead.”
Ashton continued to shake his head and the wine bottle continued to fuck his
hole. All the wine had gone in and Ashton swore he could feel it sloshing
inside of him every time they fucked him back and forward.
 
The bottle was wide and it stretched his hole obscenely around it. They took it
out when they got bored of it and replaced it with fingers to see how many
could fit. One of the guys managed to fit all his fingers on his hand in but it
wasn’t quite going over his knuckles so he pulled it out.
“With how loose this whore is, I reckon we can fit two in.”
Two what?  Ashton wondered.
The men maneuvered him onto the bed, they tied his hands behind his back with a
belt and got him to kneel up.
 
One guy came behind him and held him still to his chest, while another was
kneeling in front of him. The rest of the guys were gathered around the bed
watching with sick smiles on their face. This was entertainment to them, that
was clear.
The guy in front of him made him awkwardly hook his legs around his waist, he
would have fallen backwards if not for the guy behind him. This way he was
effectively pinned between them.

The guy in front of him buried himself inside him with some help from the other
guy.
“Hah, he’s so loose that I can barely feel good.”
The guy behind him chuckled and said, “Well, we’re going to fix that soon.”
He placed his hands on Ashton’s waist and lifted him up just to drop him again
so that gravity forced him to impale himself on the cock. The cock going inside
him would force some of the previous cum and wine out and so everything felt
sticky and wet.
 
After doing this a few times the guy behind him got impatient and lined himself
up against Ashton’s hole. Then Ashton realised that it was  two cocks….
“No! You can’t do that! It won’t fit, it’d rip me apart.” Ashton babbled
frantically, trying to dissuade him. The guy from behind wrapped a hand across
Ashton’s mouth and whispered “Sshhhh” in his ear. That only cause Ashton to
panic more and once again he opened his mouth and bite down on the hand. The
guy jerked his hand away and hissed.
 “I was going to go slowly but now I don’t think you deserve that.” He growled,
and that was all the warning Ashton got before he thrusted all the way in
alongside the cock already there.
 
Ashton screamed, the sudden stretch really hurt, but like that there were two
cocks inside him. They didn’t give him time to adjust to it and both of them
decided to just fuck erratically. Ashton had tears running down his face from
the pain, he was still babbling “No, no, no” but no one took any notice of his
complaints. It was too much and Ashton felt his whole body go slack, the fight
had been fucked out of him. Instead his head bumped on the shoulder in front of
him and he cried.
***** Comfort *****
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Jackson had just left the school gate and was looking at his phone. On his
phone was Ashton’s number, he hadn’t been at school today, which was nothing to
panic at really, but what made it really weird was that they had a match at 7pm
today which meant he missed the coaches prep talk at lunch. Jackson knew that
he didn’t seem to care much about missing school, but he’d always be there for
soccer practices and meetings, it wasn’t like him to skip this one unless
there’d been an important reason. He contemplated whether it’d be too weird to
call him and ask what’s up…
 
He stared at his phone for a full 5 minutes before he managed to reason with
himself that it was totally normal to call Ashton and ask if he was coming to
the match. He could say that he was just giving him a friendly reminder. Slowly
his thumb moved to press the green call button, then he brought his phone up to
his ear. It didn’t even ring, immediately he was hearing the default voice mail
message. Hmm… That meant Ashton’s phone was either off or out of battery…
It took another 5 minutes of arguing with himself before he decided that it
wasn’t creepy to drop by at Ashton’s house and say hi even though his house was
in the opposite direction.
He was just making sure that he’ll be coming to the match, it had nothing to do
with not having seen Ashton the whole day and kind of missing him, nothing to
do with that at all, Jackson convinced to himself.
 
The previous few times they’d been picked up by Ashton’s driver, but his house
wasn’t that far so Jackson decided he had the time to walk to Ashton’s house to
pick him up and then they could walk back to school where the match was held.
The first twenty minutes of walking was uneventful, but then he was in the city
when there were a group of men loudly laughing and jeering.
 
Jackson was going to keep his head down and walk around them, especially since
a few of them had fresh bruises on their faces so they were probably violent,
but then he heard someone say,
“Those hazel eyes though, so pretty, especially since when they widened when
they were scared.” He laughed.
 “Oh I liked them best when they were all teary from being stuffed too full of
cock.”
 
Hazel? Jackson slowed his footsteps down. This conversation was sounding
extremely dodgy and he should probably run as far away as he could, but they’d
mentioned hazel, Ashton had hazel eyes, of course that must just be a
coincidence but Jackson couldn’t help trying to listen in more.
 
“Hah, if I’d met that dirty blond haired kid on the streets I would’ve never
imagined him to be such a whore.”
“Same, man. He certainly packs a punch, I’d give him that. But he shouldn’t
have fought back, there was no point when it’s impossible to fight all of us.”
“Mmm, that guy was pretty fucked up too, Darren or something. Judging by his
house he’s obviously rich so he’s just selling off his kid for fun?”
“Well, I’m not complaining, that was one good fuckhole.”
The men continued to boisterously comment rudely, but Jackson had stopped
listening. Ashton’s hair was more of a brown colour but light enough to almost
past for dirty blonde, plus Darren, Deacon, it was close enough and that guy
didn’t sound certain about the name. Rich house, fucked up father whose name
sounded like Deacon, and the direction they were coming from….
 
It couldn’t be right? Deacon wasn’t  that  fucked up right? Nonetheless,
Jackson body was coated in cold sweat and then he was running as fast as he
could towards Ashton’s house.
 
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Ashton wearily blinked open his eyes, he must have passed out at some point
because all the guys were gone. He tried to sit up and then felt all the cum
that was gushing out, he shuddered and tried to hold it in until he got to the
bathroom.
 
“I think you earned enough for two weeks today.” Deacon said.
Ashton snapped his head up and located Deacon sitting on a chair facing him, he
was noticeably in a much better mood and this time Ashton was careful not to
incur his rage again.
 
“I’m thinking you can take another two groups tomorrow, and then you’d have
earnt enough for a month, then on Sunday you’ll need to rest up so you can go
to school on Monday.”
Ashton tensed, Deacon wanted him to go through all that again tomorrow?
“Of course, you can stay in here until Monday. We have to make sure you rest
well on your bed right?” Deacon smiled.
Ashton started to panic inside, he was going to be shut in here for two more
days… That did not go well with him. This room had long since become
claustrophobic.
 
“Now, I have a business dinner to attend. I hope you’ll use this time smartly,
to reconsider how grateful you are that I’m providing for you for free.”
With that Deacon stood up and left the room, no longer sparing a glance at
Ashton.
Ashton heard the door lock and he was filled with dread.
 
Deacon’s words kept replaying in his head as he crawled his way into the
bathroom. He was going to go into the shower but then he saw his reflection, he
was a mess. All over him there were bruises, cum and wine stains, and hickies.
He felt detached from his reflection, like he wasn’t staring at himself,
because the boy in the mirror had a haunted look in his face. As he stared in
the mirror he suddenly heard Deacon say “another two groups tomorrow” in his
mind. The reflection’s face was filled with fear, no, he couldn’t do this, he
wouldn’t be able to survive tomorrow. He could already feel himself breaking
inside, he wasn’t mentally strong enough to take this! His breathing started to
get rapid, his head was pounding, was that footsteps he was hearing? What if
his father changed his mind and brought another group in? Ashton’s chest was
hurting and he felt light headed. He was trying to concentrate on hearing
whether there was any more footsteps but found it hard to focus, but then the
footsteps got louder and he didn’t need to focus to hear them.
 
Ashton knew he was panicking but couldn’t do anything to stop himself. The
footsteps frightened him and his breathing was too fast, he tried to stand up
to prepare himself, and he managed halfway before he blacked out.
 
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Jackson’s head was pounding, his legs felt like lead and he was going to vomit
as soon as he stopped, but right now he couldn’t afford to stop. He was nearly
there, he turned the corner and Ashton’s house was in sight. He was about to
sprint over when the door opened and Ashton’s father stepped out. Jackson
paused in a hurry, he nearly fell flat on his face from the sudden stop but
managed to catch himself in time. Deacon was getting in his car now and Jackson
hide behind the corner. The car backed out of the driveway and Jackson looked
around for somewhere to hide.
 
He was on an open pavement, not the best hiding spot, but the car was driving
nearer and he had no choice but to bend down and pretend to tie his shoe lace,
taking care to look down. The car drove past without stopping and when Jackson
finally dared to look up the car was a small dot on the road. He breathed out
in relief and once again looked towards Ashton’s house. There was no more
movement so he ran towards it and climbed the gate.
 
First he hid in the shadows, trying to think this through, he looked at the car
park. Jackson had asked about the number of cars in front of Ashton’s house
before because there were way too many for a normal household. Ashton had
shrugged and pointed to a small blue car that was Melissa’s, a black one which
was the driver’s -  the one they normally rode in, the white one was his
father’s and the red one was his mother’s. Right now only his mother’s car was
parked there, which meant she might or might not be at home, she could have
been in the car with Deacon or gotten the driver to accompany her. There was
also no indication whether Ashton was home.
 
Jackson decided that at least with Deacon confirmed to not be home it should be
safe to ring the doorbell, it was totally possible that Jackson had been
worrying too much and Ashton would open the door looking perfectly fine. He
pressed the button and heard a gentle chime go off inside. Then silence. He
wondered it pressing it again was too rude, but still went ahead and pressed
it. Silence again. Jackson left the main door and ran around the maison,
looking through the windows to try and spot someone. When he got around to the
back he realised that a window was open slightly.
 
Jackson walked up to it and found out it was one of those which could open out
pretty wide, so he pulled it to the widest point. He could fit through it
easily and contemplated how he’d explain this if someone caught him. Then he
shook his head, no more worrying, it was more important to check if Ashton was
okay first. He crawled in through the window with ease and dropped down to the
other side. He was in the kitchen, he walked out and followed the corridor to
the main entrance,  okay that wasn’t so hard.
 
He ran up the stairs and then found Ashton’s bedroom. He was about to knock and
then realised that he’d already barged into the house, barging into Ashton’s
room wouldn’t make that much difference. Before he could move he heard a heavy
thud …
That sounded like something heavy had just fell on the ground, which probably
wasn’t very good because that might’ve been Ashton.
Jackson grabbed the door handle and tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t
move...The door was locked, why was the door locked? Or the more important
question was is it locked to keep people out or keep Ashton in?
 
Jackson took a deep breath and told himself to focus. Right now he just needed
to get the damn door open. So it was locked, right, that meant either find keys
or kick it down if that was possible. Kicking it down also meant damaging
Ashton’s door though and what if that thud was just some object falling, even
if Jackson really doubted that was the reason why.
 
Okay, so keys then. Where would they keep their keys? With a house this big
there had to be somewhere where they kept all of it. Jackson ran down the
stairs two at a time, chances are that they’d be downstairs. Next to the front
door? Ashton ran there and yes there were some keys there but it was just the
car keys.
 
Jackson suddenly thought of the kitchen he’d passed through, he ran there and
and yep, there were some keys there, linked to each key was a label for which
rooms they belonged to. Jackson quickly scanned through the labels but there
wasn’t one for Ashton’s room.
 
Jackson felt himself panicking, where were the keys!?
 Then he realised that it was probably Deacon that locked him in and therefore
Deacon who had them last, Jackson prayed that Deacon hadn’t taken them with
him. Assuming the keys weren’t with him, they’d probably be in his room, right?
Jackson remembered Ashton commenting that his parents room was in the other
side of the house, he ran up the other staircase and started barging into every
room. Eventually h came across one that actually looked slept in so he walked
in. By now he was assuming that Ashton’s mother wasn’t home, because this would
be very very awkward if she was. He walked over to the bed and sure enough on
the bedside table was the key that had a tag with “ASHTON” written on it.
 
He ran as fast as he could back to Ashton’s room and unlocked the door. Jackson
flung the door open and looked around wildly for Ashton, there was no one in
the room…
Then he saw the open bathroom door and he saw a leg, there was traces of red on
the leg and Jackson felt himself suddenly scared of what he’s about to see.
 
Jackson felt his heart squeeze in pain when he found Ashton lying on the floor,
with his body all bruised up. Jackson quickly knelt down and placed his finger
under Ashton’s nose, thank god, he was breathing normally. Only then did he try
to wake Ashton up by calling to him.
Jackson was about to shake him when Ashton’s eyes finally opened.
 
“...Jackson?” Ashton asked, his voice was all hoarse from the shouting and
throat-fucking while he was drugged.
 
“Yeah..Ash..It’s me. Are you okay?” Jackson softly murmured.
Ashton tried to push himself from the floor, then he realised what state he was
in right now. His eyes widened and his face went red.
“Don’t look!” He said.
“It’s okay, Ashton, don’t worry. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” Jackson
didn’t know how well body contact would go right now so he just settled for a
reassuring smile.
 
Ashton finally looked back up,
“I planned this you know.” He stated.
“I’m sorry? I don’t think I understand.” Jackson looked confused.
“I planned to get raped.” Ashton said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Why?” Jackson didn’t know what to say.
“To catch them doing it on camera and send it to the police so that they can
lock that sick fuck away.” Ashton’s voice increased in anger.
 
Jackson looked at Ashton carefully, he thought it over, it was true that they
both wanted his father to keep away from Ashton and getting locked in jail is a
way to get there. But to plan your own rape and then video it so that someone
else can see it…..Jackson didn’t know whether to admire Ashton for his courage
or be sad that he needs to do that in order to buy his safety.
 
 “So did everything go to your plans?” Jackson kept his voice and face neutral.
“It was just supposed to be the same as usual, get my father to come in and do
what he usually does.” Ashton paused.
“Except?” Jackson prompted after the silence had become a bit too long.
“Except he got more pissed than I intended and he ended up beating me instead
of rape, and then he locked me in the room and whored me out.” Ashton had
covered his face with his hand and Jackson could see tears trickle out.
Jackson felt rage at what he heard, so those guys on the street really were
talking about Ashton, he wanted to hunt them down and smash their head in, but
then he reminded himself that Ashton didn’t need his rage right now. So instead
he gently lifted Ashton’s hands off and wiped his tears for him.
 
“Don’t worry, you’re safe now. I’ll take care of you.” Jackson stared into
Ashton’s eyes and promised.
“I-I want a shower.” Ashton said.
Jackson nodded and he let go of Ashton to turn the shower on.
“Do you want me to stay or go?”
Ashton hesitated for a moment.
“Ash, I want to stay and take care of you but if you feel uncomfortable about
that I’ll go.”
 Ashton was quiet and he looked at the floor,
“Even though I’m all dirty?” He whispered.
“Ash, you’re not dirty, and I’ll want to take care of you no matter what state
you’re in.”
“Then...I’d like it if you stayed.”
Jackson nodded. He checked the water for the temperature and then supported
Ashton into the shower. He was about to go in clothed when Ashton stopped him
and shook his head.
“They did it with their clothes on, you taking yours off shouldn’t…” Ashton
didn’t finish his sentence but Jackson knew what he meant so he nodded and
quickly took his clothes off.
 
The shower was large enough to fit them, but small enough that they were
standing close together. Ashton faced Jackson and allowed Jackson to use the
sponge to start gently cleaning his skin. As Jackson lathered Ashton in soap,
he finally let the pain Ashton went through sink in. Of course he’d noticed all
the bruises on Ashton as soon as he walked in, but now he thought about how
they could’ve been formed and how much pain Ashton had to go through to get
them. His hand stopped as he looked at all the marks on Ashton’s body.
 
“Jackson?”
“I..I’m okay.” Jackson tried to smile, but with the tears trickling down his
face it wasn’t convincing.
Ashton stood there, shocked, and not sure what to do about the guy who’d
suddenly started to cry. Then his expression softened and he pulled Jackson
closer. He tilted his head up and used his hand to pull Jackson’s face towards
him.
Jackson momentarily stopped crying as he was curious to what Ashton was doing.
Ashton placed his forehead against Jackson’s so that their noses touched as
well and then just simply held them there as he looked into Jackson’s eyes.
 
All Jackson could hear was the shower falling around them and Ashton’s
breathing. All he could see was Ashton’s hazel eyes, they were straightforward
now, conveying hurt and pain but also warmth. He breathing fell in time with
Ashton’s naturally and then he realised that they were exchanging a hongi,
exchanging and intermingling their breath of life, sharing their souls.
 
To be honest, even though it was part of the maori tradition he’d only ever
done it with his grandfather, and it had always felt like a weird forced
greeting. Yet here he finally understood it. He could feel Ashton’s breath
against his skin, and it made him feel so close to Ashton as they were right up
in each other’s space, yet there was nothing sexual about it. It was simply two
souls sharing the same breath.
 
“You’re strong..” Jackson quietly stated.
Ashton felt Jackson’s words fall on him.
“So brave… It’s been hard on you, but you’ll be okay.”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.” Ashton whispered.
For a second Jackson was confused, but then he remembered their promise.
“..Yes, of course, we’re going to be fan-fucking-tastic.”
They smiled at each other, they were small smiles that held pain, potential and
promise.
 
Jackson’s tears were long forgotten now but he didn’t want to part from this
connection they had right now. However, the water was starting to run cold, so
he pulled back and quickly rinsed the bubbles off. He covered Ashton with a
fluffy towel and went off to get his phone.
 
“Hello, I’d like to report a rape.”
Chapter End Notes
     Hehe, so what do you guys think?
     Also, somehow NZ's maori culture found it's way into this story...
     https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hongi
     :P
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The next few hours passed in a blur for Ashton and Jackson. They both chose to
focus on the tasks before them, pushing their emotions out of the way for now.
Ashton knows that they ended up being picked up by a police car, and at the
station he told them all that he knew about the rapists. His hands were
trembling and sometimes he had to pause just to breathe, but eventually he got
it all out. They were then sent to a hospital to do a rape kit as well as look
at any other injuries. Ashton lay in the white hospital with Jackson sitting by
his side, an IV drip attached to one wrist and Jackson’s hand attached to the
other. At some point someone came in to inform him that they’d caught his
father and were looking at trying to catch the others.
 
Ashton was dropping off to sleep, all strength leaving him now that he was
safe.
Then he heard a woman’s voice hesitantly calling out “Ashton?”
Jackson gently shook Ashton awake and he immediately spotted his mother. She
looked extremely uncomfortable to be here and was folding in on herself.
There was no beating around the bush anymore, Ashton reminded himself.
“I want him in jail.” Ashton stated coldly.
She bit her lips and worry was in her eyes, although whether it was worry for
him or worry for herself because she’ll be labeled as the wife of a rapist,
Ashton didn’t know. But after all this Ashton realised that he didn’t care
about his parents anymore, they were never great parents and maybe it was about
time he accepted they never will be. Now when he looked at the woman in front
of him all he could feel was pity and irritation.
 
“Don’t you ever get tired of just being a pretty wallflower? Isn’t it about
time you stood up for yourself ? Look, we both know you’re not mother material
and I learnt long ago not to expect those gestures from you, but he’s going to
jail regardless of what you do. The evidence is on tape, he can’t just talk or
pay his way out of it. But now that I’m doing this I want to make sure he’s
shut in there for everything he’d done. I know you know about how long this has
been going on, so I want you to tell the court everything you know.”
 
She was sobbing quietly now, all her make-up running down her face and for once
her appearance matched her soul. She no longer looked like an empty headed
beauty. She looked distraught and scared. “I’m sorry…” She quietly murmured,
finally looking up to meet his eyes. Ashton was almost surprised by the look on
her face, her eyes were bright, she was shaking yet her lips were pressed
together in determination.
 
Ashton felt his heart twinge, this was how he used to imagine her in his dreams
where she would stand up for him, just a normal mother determined to wreck
havoc on whoever hurt their child. She was a few years late but better late
than never.
 
She hesitantly came closer and touched his hair, gently soothing him. The
fatigue and sleepiness came back to him and Ashton nodded off to the sound of
Jackson and his Mum talking to each other quietly.
 
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Ashton felt like he was going to puke during the court case, it took all of his
concentration to filter what they were asking him. He refused to make eye
contact with his father throughout the entire time. He was scared of what he
could find there, was it anger along with the promise of revenge, or would it
be cold and arrogant with no regret or guilt.
 
Ashton didn’t want to find out. He was so relieved when they told him he could
sit down again, his lawyer murmured some encouragement in his ear that he
couldn’t hear with the blood pumping in his ears. His eyes were drawn to
Jackson who was speaking now, he looked calm just like always but Ashton had
learnt to read Jackson so much better recently. From his eyes and clenched fist
he could tell that Jackson was brimming with anger, Ashton didn’t follow
Jackson’s line of sight but he knew he must be trying to kill Deacon with his
eyes.
 
He couldn’t tear his eyes away when his mother was speaking either, she was
confident and prepared, never stumbling over her words, she supported Ashton’s
claims and sentenced her husband with no mercy. Ashton knew that she had to be
good at pretending to act content to just be a wallflower all those years. So
this time he doubted whether she was actually so confident.
 
Watching them he realised that his question had long since been answered.
Everyone has different sides to them, multiple layers of personality and
whether you see all the different sides of someone just depends on how hard
your searching and how well you know them.
In a way, all his personality changes had made him feel alienated, he’d thought
he was the only one because he could never see other people’s other sides. He’d
felt lost to which one was the ‘true him’ but now he knows he was overthinking
it. It’s all of these complex layers that made him the individual that he was.
 
He must have lost himself in his thoughts for quite a while, the next thing he
knows is that his lawyer is gently shaking him and pulling him up. They leave
the courtroom and he sees Jackson jog up to him. Then Jackson’s got his arms
around him. They stay like that for a while until his lawyer gently coughs.
Jackson pulls back but quickly swings his left arm over Ashton’s shoulder.
Ashton glances at Jackson’s face and he reminds himself that he’s no longer
under his father’s control, he straightens his back and raises his right hand
to Jackson’s waist. And that’s how they walk away from all this, head’s up,
stronger and holding each other.
 
Chapter End Notes
     Okay, I confess I don't really know that much about court and
     everything came from my impression of things and imagination... (I
     did try to research but just got more and more confused :P ) So I
     hope you guys found this chapter okay!
     I welcome any comments :)
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Chapter Notes
     Sooo, sorry for the late update ! Life got busy and tbh I got stuck
     when writing the chapter after this one XD
     I guess this is kind of an epilogue, to wrap things up. It's short
     though, which is why I have another epilogue to make up for it...
     (idk how this works, I just write what my mind ends up conjuring.)
     Anyways, hope you enjoy!
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Ashton only went back to the maison once after the incident, and that was only
to pack his belongings. He had been living in a cheap motel, after all the
maison was still his father’s and he couldn’t bear to stay in there any longer.
But now Ashton and Jackson worked up a sweat carrying the boxes up and down the
stairs, then they drove the borrowed moving van to Ashton’s new place. He’d
decided to move into a small apartment room near Jackson’s place. It was a bit
run down on the outside and it was small but Ashton was keen on making this his
own space, a nice, cozy and safe place.
 
He was given monetary compensation for his physical and mental injuries, it
added together to a small fortune in fact, after all Deacon could afford any
amount they wanted and his crimes towards Ashton stacked quite high. His mother
was also sending him some living expenses so money wasn’t a problem. And
Deacon? He was looking at a minimum of 15 years in prison. Ashton would be 32
years old by the time he came back out and he wouldn’t be able to hurt him in
any way then. Ashton was certain about that. The feeling of being weak and
helpless had left a bad taste in his mouth, so Jackson had came up with the
idea of joining a self-defense course together to give them a sense of security
that they could protect themselves and each other if anything else happened.
 
By the time they finish moving it’s dusk, they order some pizza to be delivered
and then sat leaning against the messy pile of clothing that they were trying
to fold away.
“How’s school?” Ashton asks
“Same as always, don’t worry you haven’t missed much.”
“Mmm, I think I’ll go back in a few days.”
Jackson looks at Ashton, his face is blank but Ashton knows he’s trying to read
him. Then Jackson smiles.
“That’s good, it’s boring without you.”
“What’s the story anyways?”
“I told them that you got dragged away on a family trip for two weeks.”
“What about the teachers?”
“Same story, only the dean know, but don’t worry, I made sure that he
understood the meaning of confidential.”
“Jay!” Ashton looked horrified at what Jackson was implying.
“Hahaha, I’m joking, I just had a serious word with him, nothing more.”
Ashton glared at Jackson and aggressively munched on his pizza.
 
They sat peacefully in the quiet for the rest of the meal. When Jackson was
done he fell back into the clothes. Ashton licked his fingers clean and then
laid down next to him. Jackson pulled Ashton so that his head lay on Jackson’s
shoulder blade. From there Ashton could hear Jackson’s heartbeat, it was fast
but steady. He turned onto his side and curled onto Jackson like a koala.
Ashton heard Jackson’s heart speed up and he smirked. After a while though
Ashton frowns and tenses.
 
“What is it?” Jackson asks.
Ashton hesitates a bit, then rubs his face side to side against Jackson’s
chest. Jackson raises his head to try and see Ashton’s face but he can’t with
Ashton’s face sticking to his chest, so instead he runs his left hand through
Ashton’s hair.
 
“...Icanfdophis.”
“Huh?” Jackson cocks his head in confusion.
Ashton slowly turns his head so that his mouth isn’t covered.
“I...I can’t really...do much right now.”  
“What do you mean?”
Ashton takes in a deep breath.
“I don’t think I’m ready to do anything sexual right now.” Ashton says steadily
but his eyes are cast downwards and he feels tense anticipating Jackson’s
reply.
 
“Oh, Ash... Look at me.”
Ashton’s head slowly tilts up and...Jackson doesn’t look disappointed, just a
bit sad.
“What makes you think you have to? There’s nothing wrong with that.”  
“..But..don’t you want to?”
Jackson pulled Ashton up so that he was on top of him and their faces were only
inches apart.
“To have sex?”
“Yeah.”
“Hmm, maybe, but only because that is sometimes when people can be the most
open and honest to each other, it’s when they feel like they’re actually
connected.”
 
Jackson knocks his forehead gently with Ashton’s.
“Me? I feel like that here and now, sex isn’t necessary for us to be
connected.”
Ashton searches for the lie in Jackson’s face and finds none.
Then Ashton smiles, “Me too…”
 
They end up just falling asleep like that, Ashton sprawled on top of Jackson
while they have their arms around each other.
 
In the morning they’re sore and bicker about how stupid it was to do that and
“who’s stupid idea was it anyway?” But by the time they get over their morning
grouchiness and they’re sitting down with a coffee in one hand and breakfast in
another, they’re laughing; all pain momentarily forgotten.
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It took them three months to start heavily making out, they were both reluctant
to initiate anything. Jackson doesn’t out of consideration and Ashton doesn’t
because he knows if they start he’ll have to call stop before anything gets too
sexual and he’d rather just not do anything. That’s how he reasons it to
himself anyways, but if he was to be honest he was a bit scared, he knows
logically that Jackson wouldn’t hurt him but the fear doesn’t go away.
It happens right in front of the team too. It was after the last match of the
season, they’d won it and Josh had invited them over to his house for a ‘pizza
party’, which basically meant loudly chatting in a circle with stacks of pizza
in the middle. The team knew about their relationship, it was hard to hide how
much closer they’d become after Ashton came back and so they decided to just
tell them. Everyone in the team were friends and they’re all good people, so
all the reaction they gave were some whistles and light teasing.
 
And now, Sam suddenly shouted, “Soooooo~ To our cute couple, we haven’t ever
seen you guys kiss before!!”
There was laughter all around as Jackson blushed and Ashton flicked up his
middle finger.
“Come on! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”
Soon most of the guys were joining in and Jackson couldn’t be any more red.
 
Ashton rolled his eyes and barked out an annoyed, “Fine!”
Jackson’s head snapped up at that, suddenly a lot more serious but still red.
Ashton shuffled over and yanked on Jackson’s shirt before he could give it more
thought and back out.
“Oooohhh!” The guys hollered.
The kiss took Jackson by surprise but he placed his hand on Ashton’s and tried
to make it softer. It worked and soon they were gently and slowly kissing each
other, allowing everyone’s voices to just merge into white noise.
 
When they finally break apart, the team’s attention isn’t even on them anymore.
Instead, someone had gotten a soft drink bottle and was spinning it while Sam
and Josh kissed. Ashton’s eyes widened and then he shook his head. By the end
of the night all the guys had kissed at least one guy and they left after
calling it a crazy night. Ashton was convinced that they were all drunk on
victory.
 
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It took them 6 months until Jackson moved in with Ashton. That was also when
Ashton could finally jerk off without feeling bad about feeling good. They both
focused on how good sexual acts felt and gradually felt comfortable with
jerking each other off. It became some sort of routine then, for one of them to
just start jerking off in the room as if it was as natural as scratching their
back, and the other would come over either lend a hand or join in on the fun
while they made out. Eventually they worked up to giving head, and then when
one of them felt like jerking off it’d turn into 69.
 
Around one year after they started going out, Ashton wakes up one day to the
thought that it was time. He’d been happy this past year, and Jackson was right
in that sex wasn’t necessary for them to be connected… But Ashton still wants
it, put bluntly he’d waited long enough and now he was horny.
 
Then Ashton realised that they didn’t even have lube or condoms. Ashton’s
results came back negative after the rape kit and Jackson’s were as well when
he checked, so they hadn’t bothered with condoms for blow jobs, and spit was
enough lube for jerking off. Penetration was an entirely different matter
though. He leaned over Jackson’s forehead and placed a light kiss before
whispering that he was off to buy breakfast. Jackson mumbled something that
sounded something like “I want bacon” before rolling over.
 
Half an hour later Ashton is back with bacon eggs benedict and he has sneaked
the lube and condom into the bedside drawer. It’s the weekend so they spend the
day just lazing around on the couch watching TV. For dinner, it’s Jackson’s
turn to cook so he throws together some creamy pasta. As it got closer to
night, the anticipation grew in Ashton, he’s certain that he wants to but it’s
been so long. Plus, he’s never had consensual sex before and he wonders if
it’ll be different or it’ll be the same and trigger something.
 
“Ash, You’re fidgeting.”
“Huh? Oh..uh..Man, this pasta is delicious!”
Jackson looked unimpressed.
“Thank you, but I’m sure it’s not my pasta that’s making you nervous.”
Ashton smiled sheepishly.
“So?”
“So...I was thinking, I want to sleep with you.”
“Well, I’d hope so, the couch isn’t as comfortable as our bed.” Jackson answers
seriously.
“Jay! You know what I mean.”
“Haha, sorry, couldn’t help teasing you.”
“I’m serious.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yeah, I trust you. If you want to, then let’s do it.” Jackson smiles.
They eat their pasta with renewed vigour and then Ashton pulled Jackson into
the bedroom.
 
As soon as they’re on the bed, Ashton quickly tugs at Jackson’s clothes.
Jackson places his hand on Ashton’s cheek.
“Ash, there’s no rush.”
Ashton’s hands falter and he uses them to pull Jackson closer for a kiss. Soon,
they’re heatedly making out and their pants are uncomfortably tight. Ashton
recalls the time Jackson stripped for him and smiles, it seemed like so long
ago already. Ashton touches Jackson’s buttons and one by one he slowly undoes
them, hands trailing over Jackson’s skin every time more is revealed.  
 
When Jackson’s all naked Ashton lays him down on the bed and straddles his
hips. Then he starts to slowly and sensually strip off his clothes, he should
return the favour after all. Jackson chuckles and gently strokes Ashton’s
thighs. Jackson’s wriggling eagerly by the time Ashton is fully naked. Ashton
reaches over to the bedside table and grabs the prepared items.
“I didn’t know we had those at home.” Jackson teases.
Ashton winks at him and slides himself down Jackson’s body, then he carefully
opens the package and places the condom in his mouth.
“I thought I just fed you.” Jackson laughs.
Ashton rolls his eyes and grips Jackson’s cock steadily, that effectively stops
Jackson from laughing and makes him groan aloud instead. Jackson tries to rock
his hips up to get some friction but Ashton uses his other hand to stop him
from thrusting.
Then he leans down and places his lips on the tip of Jackson’s cock. Jackson
tries to lift his head, only to moan at the sight of Ashton slowly sliding the
condom down his cock with his mouth. It takes a while for Ashton to slide it
all the way down and make sure it’s going to keep in place. Then he takes his
mouth off and goes down again, keeping his lips pressed tight around the cock
and runs his tongue on the underside, just to make sure all the air bubbles are
out. Ashton smiles to himself as the room is filled with Jackson’s moaning, it
tempts him to just keep on going and bring Jackson to completion but he reminds
himself that he needs Jackson to still be hard for the next part.
 
Jackson is almost disappointed when Ashton stops, but he gently pulls him up
and kisses him.
“Heh, did you like that?” Ashton asks.
“Mmm, that was so hot.”
Ashton chuckles at that.
Jackson takes the lube and looks at Ashton,
“May I ?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Jackson grabs another pillow so that he can sit up more, next he squirts some
lube on his hands and spreads it between his fingers, trying to warm it up.
Then he slowly traces a finger around Ashton’s hole, Ashton bites his lips at
that, slightly startled and also nervous now that it was actually happening.
 
Jackson brings Ashton’s head closer and they start to make out again. Ashton
had just about forgotten about the finger until Jackson nibbled on his earlobe
and while he was distracted by the mild pain the finger slipped in. It felt a
bit uncomfortable, but otherwise Ashton couldn’t really feel it. Jackson slowly
moved his finger in and out, sneakily adding another one when Ashton was
distracted again. They continued on like that until Ashton was fully relaxed
and Jackson had three fingers inside.
 
Jackson nuzzled Ashton’s nose with his, “You ready?”
Ashton nipped Jackson’s nose in retaliation and the tense atmosphere turned
into giggles.
“Yeah..yeah, I think I am.” Ashton answered breathlessly.
Jackson’s fingers slipped out, and Ashton moaned. This time Ashton leaned in
for a kiss.
“Want you in me now…”
Jackson smiled and lined himself up. Then he placed one hand on Ashton’s hips
while supporting his dick in the other. Ashton felt the pressure against his
entrance, but Jackson wasn’t pulling him down, then he got it. He felt warmth
burst from his chest at Jackson’s consideration despite obviously wanting to
get in. That’s right, Ashton reminded himself, he was in control here. He
smiled against Jackson’s lips and lowered his weight slowly.
 
It burned slightly as his entrance stretched to accommodate Jackson’s girth. By
the time he was fully seated both of them had a sheen of sweat over their skin.
“You did it.” Jackson smiled at him.
Ashton experimentally clenched and Jackson groaned loudly.
Ashton chuckled, “yeah.. We did it…”
They both looked at each other in wonder, and then Ashton shifted and they both
moaned.
Then they were both moving at once, hands roaming, tongues licking, teeth
biting.
Ashton shifted up and down, experimenting with different depths and speeds.
Jackson kept his lower body still but made up for it with using his upper body
to explore everywhere.
 
Then Ashton let out a strangled gasp as Jackson’s cock brushed past his
prostate.  Jackson grinned and finally moved his hips so that it’d grind
against the same spot. They were both in a state of hazy bliss, alternating
between grinning like a fool and moaning. The pace sped up and Ashton wrapped
his arms around Jackson’s neck with his head down so that they were panting in
each other’s space.
 
“Hah..Ash, I-I’m close.” Jackson’s face was concentrated on holding on a bit
longer.
“Wait, Jay...Touch me please.” Ashton felt sparks light up his spine and groin
every time Jackson grinded but it wasn’t enough to push him over the edge.
Jackson’s hand slid from his hips down to his throbbing cock and rubbed his
thumb across the top, just the way Ashton likes it. He spread Ashton’s precum
around as lube and closed his hand around Ashton’s cock, jerking in time to his
thrusts.
 
Ashton cried out and the sound itself nearly made Jackson come. It sounded like
Ashton was feeling so much pleasure and knowing that Jackson had a part in
making Ashton feel good, made him feel good in return. He leaned in and
captured Ashton’s lips in a light loving kiss. Ashton returned the kiss
desperately, chasing the climax that was coming, and so Jackson bit Ashton’s
bottom lip and brushed his thumb across the tip again.
 
Jackson felt Ashton tense around his cock, which in turn sent him over the
edge, just as hot cum fell onto his stomach. Ashton was still twitching around
him, unintentionally milking Jackson of the last drop of cum. Then both their
bodies relaxed, collapsing in on each other and their breath slowly recovered.
 
 
“Good?” Jackson tentatively asked, he knows Ashton looked like he enjoyed
himself but after all it was his first time and although instinct took over
before, now he was worried if he did anything badly. There was a beat of
silence as Ashton looked downwards and Jackson couldn’t see his face.
Then Ashton looked up with the brightest smile,
 “Good? No, that wasn’t just ‘good’, that was fan-fucking-tastic!”
Ashton’s smile was contagious and Jackson couldn’t help smiling back.
Chapter End Notes
     So, a lot of this story is still in my head, but I felt like that was
     an appropriate ending and it'll just never end if I don't end it
     there XD Therefore, some details here.
     1. This started off as a bad unequal and dub-con relationship, but
     now it's a loving and equal relationship. I'd like to clarify that
     although Ashton is "bottom" here, I think they would actually switch
     around equally because to them it doesn't matter which role they are
     cause it's making love either way ;)
     2. I'm guilty of skipping over the 'healing' process and the down
     times afterwards. I know Ashton will still have days where the
     memories haunt him and everything is too much for him, but in those
     times Jackson will patiently stay by his side and they'll get through
     it together.
     3. Ashton's relationship with his mum will still be a bit awkward,
     but they'll be civil and spend some time in each others company every
     so often. They'll get there :) I believe she'll also be a successful
     women, and during all those times she went out, she was building
     connections for herself, you see ;)
     4. Deacon will suffer in prison. He will be out of the picture with
     the rest of the family even when he finally gets out of prison.
     5. Jackson's family is simple and supportive, they'll include Ashton
     in their big family !
     That's all I can think of that matters in my head. If you have any
     questions I'll answer :)
     Haha, this is the first complete (non one shot) story that I've
     written :D Any feedback would be helpful ~
     As always, I love comments and please do rant to me about your feels
     XD
     ps. This chapter was so hard to write, and that's when I discovered I
     find hardcore much easier to write compared to softcore....awks....
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