Caged

Caged - 17 - Masochism

When Eddy had rushed out of the library he had been too preoccupied to notice the small figure that had been pressed tightly against the wall. He had been too busy thinking about the wonderful things that Mr. Vesneski was going to be doing to the Dom's lover--too upset over not being able to watch. He had hurried right past Tookie and had never even noticed him.

Tookie's eyes were hard and cold as the boy passed by. It took all his willpower not to tear that plump, white, scarred flesh to pieces, but a moan of pain from inside the room held him back.

Tookie entered the library and nearly tripped over the mop bucket. The scene that met his eyes was something straight out of his nightmares.

Brian held down--struggling--twisting--crying out.

Vesneski leering and laughing as he prepared to rape Brian with the mop handle.

Thoughts and memories so dark, so terrible, that Tookie would have vomited in horror if he'd had time. He felt his heart thumping against his rib cage, he felt the artery in his throat bulging in rhythm, and he felt strength flow into him from some deep well of retribution.

He reached down. His hand closed around the handle of the mop bucket's wringer. He slid the heavy unit up, off the side of the bucket, and with a roar--he swung it high and smashed it into the back of Vesneski's head.

The skull exploded like a water balloon. Blood and brains splattered everywhere, forming a cloud of crimson and gray in the air. Vesneski's now hollow head flopped backward and hung upside down. It stared at Tookie with wide, startled eyes. Slowly, the dead knees buckled and the long body slid down Brian's bare legs to puddle onto the floor.

Tookie took a deep breath and roared again as he went after the others. Left and right he swung the heavy metal unit. He managed to smash one more skull before they regrouped and brought him down.

Brian rolled off the table. He screamed for the guards as he struggled futilely with the rope that bound his hands and the pants that still encircled his ankles. He tried to get to Tookie but couldn't.

All he could do was lay there in the blood, scream for help, and stare into the dead, bulging eyes of Stanly Vesneski as Tookie was beaten to death by the three remaining thugs.

Brian heard thumps as fists and boots pounded into the old man. He saw a wooden chair lifted high. When it was slammed downward, he heard the crack and pop of bones breaking.

The guards came in then and hauled Vesneski's men off the small, broken body. Brian lifted his head and was able to see Tookie's motionless figure. He sobbed as he laid his cheek back down onto the sticky floor.

The prison guards followed procedures and drug each individual prisoner involved into solitary confinement. They'd investigate the deaths after they had Rumsford securely locked down.

Brian was taken to a small cell and shoved roughly inside.

He sat on the bare cement floor and let the tears come.

Tookie was dead.

Tookie was dead and it was his fault.

Dom would never forgive him.

Eddy had set him up.

Eddy, sweet, pathetic, adorable, guileless, childlike, innocent Eddy. The boy they had all grown to like and had tried to protect. That boy had staged it. He had been smiling when they'd held Brian down.

Eddy, what the hell kind of a monster was Eddy?

~*~

"What's going on, Mr. Toretto?"

"Lock Down," he growled as he stood at the bars and tried to see down the corridor--neither Brian, nor Tookie had passed by yet. "There's been some sort of trouble." He turned away from the bars and moved toward Eddy. "We'll be locked up tight for at least three days, maybe longer depending on what's happened."

"Hey, Toretto," Dom looked around at Officer Mirvin on the opposite side of the bars. "Sikes sent me down to make sure Preston is safe and sound."

"He's here." Dom moved aside so that the guard could get a good enough look to assure him that Eddy was alright. "What's goin' on?" he whispered to the guard as he moved close to the bars.

"Three dead in the library--one of them yours," Mirvin whispered back.

"Who?" Dom asked fearfully. He held his breath.

"Tookie." Mirvin shook his head in amazement. "Looks like he surprised them while they were working your bitch over. He managed to take out Vesneski and one of his boys before they got'm."

"O'Connor?"

"Must not be in too bad a' shape; he's in solitary, not the infirmary."

Dom stood silently at the bars as the guard hurried off.

"What did he say?" Eddy asked as he approached. "What happened?"

Dominic gripped the bars in both hands and leaned his shaved head against them. He sucked in a deep breath before speaking.

"He's dead," he said softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Dominic." Eddy gently touched the wide back. "I know you cared for him."

Dom stiffened when he felt soft lips nuzzling at his neck.

"He didn't deserve you." Dom felt Eddy's hands encircling his waist as the boy pressed into his back. "You're angry," Eddy noted as he stroked the hard muscles of Dom's abdomen. "O'Connor betrayed you--if only he hadn't been sneaking off to meet someone else." Dom tried to pull away, but the boy held on with a surprisingly strong grip. "Still, even though he deserved what he got, he was your property. You want to kill Vesneski for what he did, don't you?"

Dom's whole frame shook with the growl escaped from somewhere deep within him. He twisted his hands on the bars and struggled for control.

"I can help you, Dom," Eddy's smooth, hypnotic voice whispered seductively as his pale hands roamed over Dom's golden flesh. "Let me take your pain away."

"How?" Dom asked even though he already knew what young Eddy, the boy he had at first pitied, was about to suggest.

"Use me." Dom felt the boy nuzzle his back. "Hurt me the way you want to hurt him."

Dom turned in his arms and studied Eddy's flushed face; the boy fairly radiated desire and need. The full red lips were trembling, the nostrils were flared, and the big brown eyes were glassy with lust.

Eddy took several steps back. He unbuttoned and removed his shirt before reaching under his pillow to retrieve a homemade whip. Dom recognized the cords as coming from one of the jump ropes from the workout room and the handle appeared to have been made out of one of the heavy wooden spoons from the kitchen.

Eddy held his arm out to the side and then lashed himself viscously across his pale chest. The knots at the tip of each cord left small red welts on his soft flesh. He moaned in pleasure then held the whip out for Dom.

Dom crossed his arms and stood silently in refusal. He watched as the boy stripped nude and spread his arms, offering himself up, his erection bobbing in front of him.

Big eyes begged as the rosy lips began to plead. "Please, Dom." A pink tongue flicked out and licked the full lips as he again offered the whip to Dom. "Take it. Use it."

Again Dom refused.

The boy stroked his own cock with his left hand, whipped himself with his right, and moaned in pleasure.

"I love you, Dom," Eddy groaned as he hit himself again, this time across his thighs. "I'll do anything for you." He pumped his cock as his eyes made dark promises. "I'll never betray you." He held the whip out.

Dom took it.

Eddy nearly started drooling as Dom stroked the handle and ran his fingers through the cords.

"Prove it," the big man ordered in his deep baritone.

"Anything," Eddy panted in lust. "I'll do anything." He shivered. The soft flesh below his jaw trembled. The white skin of his pudgy belly jiggled. The purple head of his stiff cock bobbed up and down. The welted flesh of his thighs vibrated with need.

"That's what you say to Jones, isn't it?" Dom asked softly.

"No," Eddy said, his face filled with apprehension. "He's not like you--I hate him." Eddy's eyes welled with tears. "Please, Dom. It's you I love."

Dom approached slowly and teasingly trailed the tails of the whip across Eddy's face, over his shoulders, and then down his torso to his groin.

"Prove you love me more than you do Jones," Dom leaned close and whispered in the boy's ear.

"H-how?" Eddy pushed his pelvis closer as Dom stroked the whip round and round Eddy's cock.

Dom pressed the whip handle deeply between the plump thighs and lifted, making Eddy moan in delight as he rose up onto his bare toes. Soft white hands gripped the bulging muscles of Dom's upper arms as the boy sought to keep his balance.

"Give him up," Dom ordered.

Eddy raised his face, his eyes wide and glassy. Dom rocked the whip handle and tilted it so that it slid up the cleft of Eddy's ass, separating his cheeks, and pressing against his entrance.

"Anything," Eddy panted, insane with lust. "I'll tell you anything--just hit me, cut me, burn me, hurt me, fuck me--please!"

Dom reached down and brutally squeezed the boy's shaft with his callused hand.

Eddy groaned, "Harder."

"Did Jones kill those FBI agents?" Dom sawed the rough handle of the whip back and forth in the boy's cleft.

"Yes!"

"Where's the bodies?"

Eddy moaned, "Hit me," and offered his lips.

In disgust, Dom backhanded him. The smaller man stumbled and fell onto Dom's bunk. He sprawled there, smiled, and spread his legs.

Dom tossed the whip down and ignored Eddy's moan of protest. He crossed to the small sink and, from a secret place behind it, he withdrew a small, razor sharp knife.

Eddy's eyes grew wide with desire as the light glinted off the blade.

"Cut me," he cried as he arched his back and offered his soft belly up.

Dom pressed the edge of the blade into the flesh just deep enough to draw blood. "Sorry I don't smoke," he growled as he studied the burn scars that dotted the pale flesh. "You did these yourself, didn't you?"

"Only when no one else would," Eddy confessed to his self-mutilation without a hint of shame. He pushed his belly upward, higher, pressing the blade deeper. Dom pulled it away just as the young man squirmed in an attempt to slash himself. "Cut me," Eddy cried in frustration.

"Graveyard?"

Eddy licked his lips, panted, and spoke. "An old farm in Sullivan County."

Dom rewarded him by tracing a thin, red line down from one nipple to his belly button. Eddy cried out and began to pump his cock. "More," he cried. His eyes were closed in pleasure as he thrust in and out of his own hand.

"Which farm?"

"Teagle, Nancy Teagle. Cut me," he panted mindlessly. Dom slowly drew the blade across the soft belly. "Well," Eddy groaned. "They're in the well."

Dom cut him again and Eddy cried out and came.

Dom looked down at the bloody boy. The young man trembled and jerked, lost in the mindless ecstasy of powerful, unnatural, after shocks. As he looked at the round, young face that was still distorted with pleasure, sudden nausea hit Dom and the big man barely it to the small toilet before vomiting.

He got himself together and waited by the bars as Eddy blessedly drifted off into a sated sleep.

About half an hour later Mirvin again passed by.

"I need to use your phone," Dom said as he handed the guard a wad of cash.

The crooked screw looked around carefully before pulling a small cell phone from his pocket. "I'll be back in ten minutes," the guard warned as he walked off.

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