Page 11 of Dark Possession

The giant man’s eyes were intense. His mouth suddenly went dry. Before he could even nod though, Toran was striding away. It was obvious he was done protecting him and that he was on his own now. Jesse had a choice. He could retreat. He could stay covered in the black soot and grime: ugly and unrecognizable. He could find another crawlspace to hide in for the night.

It would certainly be safer...but Jesse imagined he’d be clawing his skin off by morning. The grit was under his clothes and in his pores. It was awful. He wanted so badly to be clean. He looked longingly at the water and imagined how good it would feel to get out of his filthy clothes and wash himself as Toran was doing so casually.

The large man seemed utterly confident as he toed off his boots then unceremoniously stripped. Even beneath his clothes, his skin was covered with dust and grime. It gathered in the hollows of his back and buttocks and accentuated the bulging muscles. He placed his filthy clothing and boots into the magnetic cleaner in the wall and closed the door. Moments later, the overhead water jet came on. Toran immediately began to vigorously scrub the black coal from his skin. When Jesse realized he’d been staring longer than he should have, he tore his gaze away.

He took a deep breath and exhaled. Right, well, now that he’d seen how it was done...he walked right up to one of the empty shower stalls and began to take his clothes off. He tried to remain calm. First his boots, then his shirt, then his pants, underwear too, put them in the cleaner, shut the door. Jesse visibly jumped as the shower spray came on. Toran lied, it wasn’t tepid, it was freezing. He grabbed at the soap and lathered it up in his hands. Starting with his hair, he worked his way down as quickly as possible.

His entire attention was on getting himself clean before the water ended and he failed to notice the group of men slowly growing behind him. As the water washed away the dirt, Jesse’s golden hair, pink skin and his pretty peach bottom were revealed. Bathing was for Jesse like removing his armor. The dirt had concealed his beauty.

The water had only just ended when he was caught by the hair and brought bruisingly to his knees. He cried out in pain as his kneecaps crashed against the hard tile. A man he hadn’t seen before loomed over him. He was the second biggest man Jesse had seen, surpassed only by Toran. He was naked and his dick was slung out in front of Jesse’s face.

“Suck it,” he demanded.

Had it just been the one man, Jesse might have done so. But it wasn’t just him, there were others practically forming a line behind him. And besides those, nearly an endless stream of more. All the men passed through here on their way to the bunk house.

Toran had his back to them. He was already dressed and casually bent over lacing up his boots. He didn’t look over. Anger flared in Jesse’s stomach. He had to have known this was the worst possible scenario to abandon him to. He had brought him here like leading a lamb to the slaughter.

Jesse jerked his head, but the other man’s fingers only tightened painfully. The punch Jesse aimed at his genitals was easily intercepted. With a feral snarl, the man laid into the boy savagely. His fist smashed into Jesse’s cheekbone, sending him crashing to the floor. The back of his skull smacked against the tile and the ringing in his ears very nearly blocked out the cheers of the surrounding men.

“Think you’re too good to suck cock, little princess?” he said scornfully, bending over Jesse’s nude form.

Spit smacked him in the face right before another fist and the back of his head cracked against the floor again.

“He’s pretty. Don’t hit him in the face, you’ll mess it up like you did the last one,” another man said, and the one standing over Jesse grunted, but he shifted his attention to the boy’s vulnerable body. He began kicking him, in the ribs and the back and the buttocks. It was punishment, pure and simple, for being an uppity bitch who didn’t know ‘her’ place.

Each impact was crushing, deep through the muscle, not stopping until his knuckles hit bone. Jesse was dragged across the floor and flipped over on his belly. His legs were spread wide and someone kicked him between the legs. The blow to his balls made Jesse howl. They spread his thighs even wider and they did it again, toes smashing up between his legs. The pain was so intense that bile rushed up his throat. His next scream gurgled with the acrid fluid in his mouth.

“That’s it girly, scream for me,” he rasped as he knelt with his thighs over top Jesse’s.

“Stop, please,” Jesse begged hoarsely.

For his trouble, he got punched in the back of the head. The taste in his mouth changed from acid to copper as it began to fill with blood.

The other men were cheering as the man on top of him put his cock to his hole and began pushing. It made no progress until he spat on it. The slicked head began to pry open the tight ring of Jesse’s untried portal. Jesse screamed, he screamed and he screamed as it tore its way into him. He couldn’t relax, the pain was simply too great. All he could do was scream. If he knew what an aphrodisiac the sound of his pain was to the other prisoners, he would have bit his tongue to keep the screams in. But he didn’t know that. He didn’t know anything but blinding pain. He was being torn lengthwise. It was like someone was forcing a knife up his bowels, cutting along a seam and then ripping it open.

Flesh slapped on flesh all around him as other men readied their cocks for their turn with the helpless boy. Tears streamed from his eyes, snot from his nose and blood from his mouth. Inch by inch, the prisoner forced his massive cock inside the tiny boy and it wasn’t until he hilted and stopped that the agony ebbed enough to allow another thought into Jesse’s mind. Toran. Toran said he would protect him. Said he would protect what was his. If Jesse would be his.

Not even knowing if the big man could hear him, Jesse tried to cry out for him. The first noise he made was a pained whimper as his bruised ribs were shoved against the floor. The second the pressure was lifted off his back, he cried out as loudly as he could, not knowing if he’d get another chance.

Chapter 5

Toran’s thick, blunt fingernails bit into his palms as he listened to Jesse scream. The sound was filled with pain and terror. It went against every instinct in him to remain where he was and not come to his little bird’s rescue. In his mind, the beautiful blond was already his wife. The boy was his to protect and cherish. Allowing him to come to harm...allowing other men to lay their hands on what was his...it was almost impossible to restrain himself from tearing them apart limb from limb. But it was necessary. For as long as Jesse thought he had other options, for as long as he carried a sliver of hope that he could make it on his own, he would not be a willing wife.

This was the best, most expedient option to bring him around. It was not ideal, but it was better this way, truly. What was happening to Jesse now was sheer inevitability. It was better for it to happen under Toran’s watchful eye.

And all Jesse had to do to put an end to this was to call his name.

Toran’s teeth ground together as he waited.

Another agonized scream rang out and echoed through the shower. It attracted even more attention and even more men idled over. Their cocks were already half hard. The shower was the worst place possible to get cornered for it always turned into a massive gang rape. There was no end to the supply of horny, naked men that would wait for their turn. The victims were often left half dead and forever incontinent. Because no one wanted a wife who smelled constantly of feces, their only option afterwards would be to whore themselves. It was an unthinkable fate for his lovely one.

His hands remained fisted at his sides as he prayed for his little bird’s pride to break before his body.

He did not have to wait long.

“Toran! Tor-an!” It was a piercing shriek so high-pitched it almost sounded like a child was screaming.

At the sound of Toran’s name, many of the men standing around watching moved back. Their eyes shot to the enormous man who came barrelling towards them. The men holding Jesse pinned to the floor were thrown bodily across the room. The one on top of Jesse, the cause of his blood and tears, Toran tore into him viciously, like a child with a piñata looking for the candy inside the torso. He was big, but Toran was bigger, and his vengeful anger gave him even more strength.