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It was a beautiful fall day, Chris thought, as he and Dodger walked through the orange and red leaves covering the grass at the park. He had taken a short break from filming and was spending time at his home in Boston with his family and friends. His career was successful and he still loved his job, despite all the exhaustion and traveling. Hell, Chris was even nominated for People's Sexiest Man Alive, and this time, he was going to accept it. Screw being humble, he deserved it. Besides, that's what his fans wanted, after all. Who was he to deny their requests?
The leaves under their feet made a satisfying crunch, and Chris brought out his phone to take a picture of a vibrant, gorgeous maple. Autumn was his favorite time of year, he loved the beauty and serenity of it, not to mention the crisp air, caramel apples, pumpkin spice lattes. A wide smile spread on Chris's face, this photo was definitely going on his Instagram later. (He knew his millions of followers wanted more thirst traps and Dodger photos, but he was going to make them wait. He knew he was a damn tease.)
Chris had his whole afternoon planned out and was looking forward to it. When he was done walking with Dodger, he was taking them both over to his parent's house for supper. His mom’s cooking was the best stuff on earth. Then, his friends would come over his place to hang out and have a couple beers.
Chris let out a blissful sigh, everything was going well for him, and he truly couldn't be happier.
He broke out of his trance when he heard Dodger barking aggressively at a group of men walking towards him.
"Hey, it's okay boy, there's nothing to worry about," he said as he bent down to scratch behind his ears.
Dodger stopped barking and instead let out a low growl. When he turned his attention away from him, he saw the group almost right in front of him. Chris was hoping he wouldn't have to deal with any fans today, but he was still grateful for them. They got him to where he was now.
Putting his phone in his back pocket, Chris greeted them with a warm smile and a wave of his fingers.
"Hey, did you guys want a photo or something?" he asked courteously. His mom raised him right; Chris was nothing if not a gentleman.
The men looked at each other and smirked. The one in front, a tall, broad, muscular man, cracked his knuckles and shook his head.
"We were thinking of something else..."
Chris felt something off about these guys. What exactly did they want with him, if not a picture or an autograph?
"Uh, ha ha, okay..." Chris took a step back. This situation was getting very uncomfortable. "I'm just letting you know; I don't carry any cash on me."
He did not think he would get robbed at the park, especially on such a nice day.
The man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "No, we don't want your money either, Chris."
If that was really the case, then what could these guys possibly be after? And why couldn't they leave him in peace? He looked around the group and saw them all trading knowing glances with each other. Very suspicious.
Chris tightened his grip on Dodger's leash. "Listen guys, I've got to get going. Busy day, you know?"
As he turned to walk away, he felt a strong hand squeeze his shoulder.
"Not so fast, Evans," the man behind him said as he turned him around. "We've got plans for you."
Chris's anxiety was through the roof now, even more so than at his movie premieres.
He shrugged the man off. "Hey! If you guys don't stop bothering me, I'm calling the police," he said resolutely. Chris put on a determined face, hoping the men didn't see through the façade.
One of the men laughed, a stout one with a shaved head and greying beard.
"Funny you say that, I'm actually part of the Boston Police Department."
This was getting terrifying. Chris could feel sweat beading on his brow and his hands began to shake.
Then it hits him. They aren't here for his belongings; they are here for him . Chris started to sweat even harder and squeezed Dodger's leash until his knuckles turned white. He was trapped. No one else was around them as they were in the middle of a large field. On top of that, the odds were five to one.
Chris let out a nervous laugh and pointed behind him. "Oh, uh, s-sorry guys, I really need to get outta here," he says as he slowly backs away from the group, not taking his eyes off them for a second. "Dodger, come on boy, let's go."
"Leaving so soon? We were just getting started..."
Chris was getting ready to drop the leash and run. If he couldn't get out of here, maybe Dodger could. As the tall man in front took a step forward, Chris made a break for it.
"Dodger, run!" he yelled out as he turned to sprint for his car. Chris never ran this fast in his life, not even when he was Captain America. Dodger was running right next to Chris, and his heart jumped when one of the men unsuccessfully tried to tackle the dog.
“Dodger, go! Get out of here!” the dog ran past him, stopping at the edge of the nearby woods. “Go! Now!” As he disappeared, Chris hoped he was going to be okay by himself for a bit. First, he needed to save himself.
Hearing the men behind him yell and laugh, Chris grabbed his keys from his pocket and unlocked his car.
"Hey, where are you going? We just want to talk!"
He was so close to escaping. Only another fifty feet and he'd be away from these psychos. Forty feet, thirty feet, twenty feet... Chris laughed; he was going to make it out of here alive!
But then he got tackled from behind, sending him crashing into the ground and hitting his head. Chris had to take a second to adjust to the pain and reorient himself. When he felt a heavy weight on his back, he turned his head to look at his attacker.
"Got ya," the man sitting on him smugly said, forcefully yanking Chris's keys from his hands and throwing it to a man behind him.
"What the fuck do you want with me? Let me go!" Chris struggled as hard as he could against the man, but he didn't even budge.
The man grabbed both of his wrists and held them behind his back.
"Now, are you gonna be a good boy for us Evans? We promise we'll be nice."
Chris started panicking, he could not believe he got caught.
"Listen, whatever you want, my wallet, my watch, my car, anything, you can have it! Just let me go!"
The man smiled as he stroked Chris's hair, making him cringe.
"We don't want any of that stupid. We want you."
How did this day go this bad this fast? It started out so well. He was just minding his own business, taking Dodger out to exercise. He really wanted to hug his mom right now. Now he doesn’t know if he'll ever get to do it again.
Chris knew he was completely and utterly fucked. They were going to keep him hostage in some dingy ass warehouse in the middle of nowhere and extort his family and friends for cash. And then they might kill him after they get the money anyways.
The man petted his head a few more times before yanking his hair up hard, making the brunette gasp.
He leaned down to whisper into Chris’s ear. "We know what you're thinking Chris, but don't worry. We aren't going to hold you for ransom, Ransom. Much better things are planned for you."
"Just what the fuck does that mean asshole?" Chris shouted, his cheeks blushing. Damn, he was furious. Not only at them, but at himself.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw one of the men unbutton their jacket and zip down their fly.
No, no no no. God, please no.
They weren't planning on doing that , were they? Of course they weren't! Who in their right minds would even think of doing something like that? Chris let out a nervous chuckle and squeezed his eyes shut. Just be calm Chris, he told himself, you're overreacting. These guys may be creeps, but they certainly weren't going to do that to him.
One of the men pinched his ass, making him yelp. "That's America's ass, alright!" Everyone laughed.
Chris's face turned beet red and his whole body began to shake. No, this wasn't happening, this couldn't be happening. This was all just a bad dream, and he just had to wake himself up. Then he'd be at home in his California king sized bed, covered in soft blankets with Dodger lying next to him, and he would dismiss this all as a silly nightmare.
But he didn't wake up, he was still in the middle of a field, wet grass and leaves poking his face, surrounded by disgusting, evil men. Chris had to get out of here, he could not let them do this to him. That was his number one priority. He thought he saw a figure in the distance, so he yelled as loud as he could.
"HEY! HEY! HELP ME! PLEA-" His cries were muffled as a large hand clasped around his mouth.
"Shhh, calm down Evans, you don't want to ruin to fun, right? Besides, we are going to make you feel really, really good."
Oh God, they couldn't be serious. Chris's eyes began to tear up. Wait, maybe this was all just an elaborate, shitty prank. Very soon he would be let go and they'd all have a good laugh about it. He was still going to call the cops though.
A hand squeezed his ass hard, bruising his creamy skin.
"Mmmmph!" Chris tried to make as much noise as he could to try and get someone's attention.
No one came to help him.
The tall man got off him and Chris scrambled to get away. He was not fast enough, though, as he was grabbed by his tiny waist and thrown over the man’s shoulder with ease.
"Come on boy, let’s get you moving," said the man holding him, patting his back.
"No! NO! Set me down! Don't do this to me! Please!" Chris shouted, holding back tears.
As they moved away from his car and towards the dark, foreboding woods, Chris lost any remaining hope he had. He kept struggling to get down, to run away, to do anything to save himself, but it was no use. He was surrounded by men much larger and stronger than him, and he had no chance in hell of getting away. He really should have gone to the gym more, and taken some self-defense classes. Even though he hated guns, one would be useful right now. But with his luck, they'd use it against him.
Chris prayed, to anyone listening, that someone would help him. That someone heard him and called the police, and that they'd be here soon to help. His prayers fell on deaf ears. Tears ran down his cheek and his nose got congested. Chris felt like he was drowning. He was totally alone, no one was going to save him, and these men were going to do unspeakable things to him.
"Aw, don't cry Chris,” the cop walking next to him said as he slapped his ass. “It won't be that bad. You might even enjoy it!"
Then Chris really let it out. He cried harshly, tears dripping down and wetting the back of the man’s shirt. He kicked his arms and legs like a toddler, but he wasn’t set down. Not only was this really about to happen, but he also realized he might never see his family again. He might never get to say goodbye to his mom and dad, his brother and sisters, or his nieces and nephews. He might never pet Dodger's soft, silky fur again. He might never be able to apologize to his loved ones for not being strong and fast enough. He squeezed his eyes tight and pictured them assuring Chris that it'd be okay.
"Okay, this is the spot."
Chris slowly opened his eyes. They were in a small clearing, deep in the woods now and far away from any trails or roads. Chris was set down on his feet, his mouth covered up and his arms held behind him.
"Andy, take his pants off."
Chris ignored the impending sense of doom and focused on the fact that he knew one of their names. As 'Andy' bent down in front of Chris, he tried to commit his face to memory. Red hair, crooked nose, blue eyes and freckles. If, no, when Chris got out of here, he'd know enough about these fuckers to send them to prison. Andy took off his belt and tossed it aside, allowing him to pull down his pants completely. The cool forest air made goosebumps grow on his flesh. Andy noticed this and began to rub his hands up and down his thighs, warming him up.
"Getting cold Evans? Don't worry, you're gonna be sweating very soon."
Chris panicked and struggled against his captors again, kicking his legs and flexing his arms.
"Woah, woah, easy there cowboy," Andy said as he easily caught one of Chris's ankles, followed by the other. Chris was now lifted completely off the ground, rendering him powerless. The men removed his boots and threw them asunder before yanking his pants off and doing the same. They released Chris's legs and let them drop to the ground, the damp earth soaking his socks.
What he'd really been dreading finally happened: a pair of hands grabbed the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tugged them down off of his feet. Two of the men whistled while another cheered.
"Damn, nice cock Evans. Much better in real life."
As if things couldn't get any more humiliating, Chris felt a warm, calloused hand grab his dick while another fondled his balls.
"Take your hand off his mouth, I want to hear his sweet little cries while we ruin him."
When he was able to speak, Chris planned to scream until his lungs burnt out, but he could not form a single word. He only gasped when he felt himself get hard in the man's hand, his face burning up. No, this does not feel good, why the fuck was he getting excited? Not only was he extremely embarrassed, but he was also ashamed of himself. Now everyone knows that he likes it; he could tell by the grins forming on their faces.
"Looks like someone is enjoying this, just like I'd thought."
Chris wished he would just disappear as the hand around him started to slowly stroke him up and down while the other groped and squeezed his testicles. The dryness of his hands felt like sandpaper against his soft, supple flesh, and that turned him on even more. The hand jerking him off began to move faster and faster and Chris's release was threatening to spill. He could not let that happen, he had to be strong. Chris was already humiliated enough, and he didn't want to add to it anymore. Closing his eyes, tried to focus on his surroundings. The rustling of the leaves in the wind, the singing of birds in the trees, a plane flying above him. It was working for a while, until he felt a wet heat engulf him.
Chris looked down, mortified. "No, stop!" he begged.
The man sucking him off raised an eyebrow. He licked his cock a few more times, swirling his tongue around his head before pulling off completely. The saliva on his dick was chilling from the wind in the air, and suddenly Chris wished the man's mouth was back on him to warm him up. At least he didn't want to cum anymore.
"Do you want me to stop and get to the good part?" the man asked.
Chris had no clue what the 'good part' meant, but he knew for a fact that it wasn't good. Absolutely none of this was. He just wanted it to end. Automatically, Chris nodded his head, but he didn't know why. Maybe he thought it'd be over with sooner.
"Okay, suit yourself," the man slapped his thighs and stood up. He then nodded to the man behind him, who released his hands.
Chris had a glimmer of hope that this hell would finally be over, but that was quickly squashed when the man behind him grabbed the back of his thighs, folding him in half and lifting him up effortlessly. With his legs above his head in a full-nelson position and his arms hanging limp at his sides, his bare ass was now on full display. Chris had never felt more exposed and vulnerable in his entire life, even more so than the whipped cream-banana stunt in 'Not Another Teen Movie.' The hands on his thighs pushed his legs further apart and moved them towards his chest, turning him into a goddamn human pretzel. As a non-flexible 41-year-old, this was a horribly uncomfortable position to be in.
Another round of whistles and cheers came from the men, and Andy and the cop began to grope and squeeze Chris’s round, pale globes. The other two men took pictures of Chris's predicament and began typing on their phones. Chris knew that those photos would be all over the internet in a couple of hours. If his reputation hadn't been ruined already, it was now. He would never be able to recover from this.
The men removed their hands and put their devices away, taking out their cocks to stroke them. Andy produced a bottle of lube, opening it and rubbing it on his fingers.
Oh God.
Chris started to hyperventilate as he felt a slick digit press against him, circling around the tight furl of muscle. The pressure on his entrance felt equal parts sickening and exhilarating. He was finding it very hard to breathe.
When the finger pushed inside, Chris finally screamed. He let out all his dread, anxiety, and frustration into that scream. He kept going until his voice went hoarse and his throat burned. When he gasped for air, he could hear his voice echoing throughout the woods. He prayed that someone heard it and would send help his way.
"STOP! STOP! IT HURTS!"
Andy rolled his eyes. "Dramatic much? It's just one finger, wait until you get the real thing."
The man began to fuck Chris's hole with his long, slender finger, going slowly at first, but then gradually increasing the pace. Andy hadn’t clipped his nails in a while, the harsh scraping against his walls only adding to his suffering.
Chris couldn't believe this was happening to him. He was a very humble man, but he knew he did not deserve this. He involuntarily squeezed against the invader, making the man laugh.
"Damn, you are tight! I can't wait to get my cock in you."
"Hey!" the man holding Chris up yelled. "You promised I could go first!"
"Yeah, yeah, as soon as I'm done opening him up."
It dawned on Chris that these men had been planning this for a while; it wasn't a spur of the moment decision. He guessed it made sense; how else would they know that Chris would be at the park with Dodger at that time? How did they pick a spot so secluded that no one could hear him, no matter how loud he was?
The finger was now fucking into him at a relentless pace. Chris’s eyes rolled back into his head, and he went lax. Finally, the finger pulled out with a pop, and he sighed in relief. He could get through this, he told himself, he could be strong.
Andy licked his finger with his tongue, making Chris sick to his stomach. "Mmmm, you taste real good Evans."
Adding more lube to his hand, he returned to his hole, this time shoving two fingers in. Chris grunted in pain, but still, he was confident in himself. This would all be over soon, he assured himself.
The fingers thrusted in and roughly scissored him open as Chris practiced his breathing exercises.
Inhale for four, hold for four, and exhale for four.
Unfortunately, his breath hitched, and his cock jerked when he felt them rubbing at a sensitive spot deep within his ass.
"That's your prostate Chris! Also known as the male g-spot. Feels good, don't it?"
Chris could feel himself about to cum but tried valiantly to ignore that and continue his breathing.
Inhale for four, hold for four, exhale for four.
The two fingers left his hole but were quickly replaced by three.
Inhale for four, exhale for four, hold for-wait did he do it wrong? He had to start over.
The squelching sounds coming from his hole getting violated got louder as the fingers went quicker and deeper.
Inhale for four, hold for-fuck! He couldn't take this anymore!
Pressure built up in his stomach and he shook violently. Chris could not stop his ass from clamping down hard on the fingers inside him and he digits pressed firmly down on his prostate, sending him over the edge. Chris braced himself as his balls tightened and he came ribbons all over his shirt.
Chris howled. “AAAHH! FUCK!”
He would never, ever admit it, but that was the best orgasm of his life.
"There we go! Good boy."
Andy removed his fingers and then slapped his ass cheeks, making them jiggle.
"Now, do you think you're ready for a cock?" Andy asked as he ruffled his hair, spreading lube and ass juice all through his chestnut strands.
Chris's own cock betrayed him by twitching, making everyone giggle.
"N-no, of course not! Don't!" he demanded.
"I think he's ready for it," the man trapping him said. "Line me up."
Fuck, here it comes. He wasn't ready. He would never be ready. He was getting raped by five strangers in the middle of the woods, of course he wasn’t ready. Chris let out a frankly pathetic sob. He was fucked, literally and figuratively. His vision went blurry as he felt the cock of the man behind him press against him. Chris's throat began to close, and tears started pouring down like rain.
"No, no please!" he begged. "Don't do this! I'll do anything, anything! Just not this!"
"Guess you should have said something sooner," the cop shrugged. "I would love to get your lips on my cock, but we could do that after."
After? Oh my God, this nightmare was never going to end. They weren't going to let him go. Since he knew their faces, he wasn't sure if he would ever be freed. Chris felt immense dread at the fact that he’d be used by these men forever.
His mind went blank as he felt a hard, girthy cock poke at his loosened hole. Chris began to hyperventilate again, his blush turning three shades deeper.
"Oh God, oh GOD! No no no no no!"
The cock breached his entrance and Chris felt all the air inside him get knocked out. The pain was white-hot and blinding, worse than any pain he'd ever been through. As the thickness slowly began to split him open, Chris tried but failed to recover his breath. He wasn't sure if he wanted to either, because if he passed out, maybe this would be over. The cock inside him seemed like it would never end, it just kept on going and going. This monster was at least ten inches long.
Finally, after an excruciatingly long period of time, he bottomed out, and Chris could feel the tip of the cock bulge through his belly. He felt so full that he was convinced he was going to burst. Chris did not think his ass could stretch any wider, but he'd be proven wrong soon. His cock was leaking, and he knew was going to come again.
"Damn boy," the man grunted. "Your cunt is a fucking vice!"
The man slowly drew himself out until only the head was still inside, before slamming back in completely. Chris sobbed as the cock penetrated him, and he felt himself get a stomachache. Precum oozed from the tip of his dick and onto his shirt, mixing with his previous release. It felt horrible, he was going to throw up, but deep down he wanted it to keep going.
The man repeated this process over and over again, each time drawing a hoarse scream from Chris's lips. He began fucking him at steady, vicious rate; lube and sweat from his ass dripping down the man's cock and balls. Chris latched onto his forearms to steady himself as he went up and down, up and down. Rivers of sweat ran down Chris's legs and his mouth hung open, drool pouring down his throat and soaking the neck of his shirt. His hair was a mess, sticky and sweaty and sticking out in every direction. Tears stained his cheeks, and more were on the way from his red, puffy eyes. In short, he looked and felt like shit.
Chris couldn't do this for much longer, he felt himself going crazy from both the pleasure and pain.
"Please... I'm begging you...stop..."
No one paid him any attention. The man inside him went faster and harder, each time slamming into Chris's prostate. The others kept jerking themselves, moaning and groaning. This was only going on for about fifteen minutes, but to Chris it felt like a lifetime. With the man's hot breath damping the back of his neck, Chris felt himself about to orgasm.
"OH FUCK, I'M COMING!" his rapist yelled, making Chris's ears ring.
After a few more sharp thrusts, hot cum filled Chris's ass up to the brim, and he thought it would come out of his mouth. A few seconds later and Chris wailed as he came again, this time painting his own face with his release. The men around them came up to Chris and covered his thighs and chest in their sperm as well. Chris could not feel any more indignant.
Everyone took a minute to catch their breaths, and Chris thanked Christ it was finally over.
Chris rested the back of his head on the other man's shoulder, willing himself to go to sleep. He heard another picture being taken, but he didn't really care about that anymore. The cock in his ass slid out, making him sigh in relief, although he kind of missed the fullness in his gut.
"DAMN! This ass was nice and tight! Let's bring him back to the warehouse. Get the gag and handcuffs."
His heart sank to his feet and his eyes shot open. Chris's life flashed before his eyes; every movie he filmed, every family gathering, the first time he met Dodger, the first time he kissed a girl. He wasn't going to die necessarily, but his life was essentially over. He wasn’t a man anymore, he was just a thing to be used, and with those pictures online, everyone else on earth knew it too. God, what would his mother think when she found them? The thought of it made him nauseous.
When he was lowered onto the ground, he didn't even attempt an escape. Why would he? He was never going to face the world again. His anxiety and shame would never let him do it. Instead, he curled up into a ball, covered his face with his hands, and mourned for himself. He could feel hot semen leaking out of his abused hole and the evening breeze, blowing onto his bare ass, made him shiver. Chris's only wish was that his family would be okay without him, and that they wouldn't be too disappointed. He remembered Dodger and prayed that he'd find his way back home.
Chris was pulled by the nape of his neck to his feet, a ball gag forced into his mouth. His hands were cuffed behind his back and he was led out of the clearing by the group. They didn't even let him put his pants and shoes on, not like he deserved it anyways. His legs were jelly and he kept tripping over roots and branches. Every few steps he fell to his knees, cutting and bruising his calves. And each time they pulled him up by his hair and pushed him forward. While the group moved through the trees, Chris felt a hand reach down his ass crack to rub and poke at his sore, gaping hole. This was hell on earth.
An eternity later, they stepped out of the woods and onto a road .The sun was just about to set, the sky a brilliant mix of purple, pink, and orange hues. Chris would have taken a photo of it under different circumstances.
An off-white, rusty van came around the corner and pulled up to them, the driver rolling his window down to wave at the men. Holy fuck, Chris saw this van pass by his house a few times. He cursed himself for not calling the cops.
"So, did you guys have fun? Seems like you did!" The men nodded in agreement. The driver then poked his head out the window. "Hey, let me have a good look at him."
Chris was brought to the front of the van so that the driver could inspect him.
"Wow, famous celebrity Chris Evans! It's an honor to meet you." The man pinched his cheeks, making his mouth open like a fish, and turned his head from side to side. "You are even cuter in person, you know that right?"
Chris stared at his feet and began to cry again, not making a single noise. He didn't feel like a person anymore, just a failure.
"Aw, don't be sad, we are going to treat you very well, okay?" The men started chuckling, and Chris knew very well that they wouldn't. "Get him into the back, I want a piece of America's ass before I go home to the wife."
The back doors opened, and Chris was thrown inside. A blindfold covered his eyes, but that was a good thing. He didn’t want to see what else they did to his body. Chris did not make a fuss the entire time, even when the men began to pet and kiss him like a fucking dog. He wanted so desperately to travel back to this morning and tell himself not to go to the park. Maybe then he wouldn't be in this hell. As the van drove away, Chris knew he was trading his old life in for a horrible new one.
This would be the last time Christopher Robert Evans would live as a free man.
Chris's mother Lisa had not heard from her son in days, and she was getting sick with worry. She had already contacted the police and they assured her they would do their best to find him. Her husband Robert told her that Chris wasn’t a little boy anymore, that he was a brave, strong man and would turn up soon.
No matter how many people tried to console her, she still felt like something was horribly wrong. Lisa knew her son well. He wouldn't miss her cooking without giving her a damn good reason first. She sat down at her kitchen table, using a tissue to wipe her eyes when she saw movement at the front door.
"Chris? Chris, are you there?" Running to the door and opening it. Instead of finding her son, it was his dog, Dodger, with his leash still on. She immediately let him in and gave him a hug.
"What happened to my Chris? Where is he?" she asked him. Dodger just gave her a sad look and laid on the ground next to her. She had no idea what Chris had gotten himself into, but she prayed that he was safe.
About seventy miles away, in a warehouse tucked away in a corner of the woods, Chris was beginning his new life as a cockslut. He was sitting on a man's lap, bouncing up and down on his huge cock, tearing his hole open. His nipples were pinched, twisted, and bitten until they became purple and swollen. The smell of sex and the sound of his ass cheeks clapping filled the room. Using both of his hands, he jerked off the two guys standing on either side of him. Another man had his hands tangled in his hair, thrusting Chris onto his foul-tasting cock, making him cry and gag.
On the table across from them, Chris heard his phone ring for the hundredth time. It was his mother again. He couldn't answer it, even though he desperately wanted to. He only wanted to tell her not to worry and to just forget about him, but he was deathly afraid of her reaction.
“Chris, please, please pick up the phone!” his mother pleaded through the speaker. “We need to know that you’re okay! Just tell us where you are, and we’ll send help.” The sound of Lisa crying made Chris’s heart shatter. “I love you Chris, we all do, just come back-”
Andy picked up the phone and ended the message. “Ok, that’s enough of that horseshit.” He threw the phone on the ground and stomped it with his boots, Chris’s boots.
Chris turned his attention away from him and just focused on being a good little boy for these men. Rivulets of tears streamed down his face, and he closed his eyes as the pleasure overtook him once more.