Chapter 1

Whimpers. He could hear his voice, as if it was not his own, as if it was someone else crying in the dark, someone else chained to the wall. Through his sobs he could hear footsteps approaching. A bright light suddenly broke the darkness, and he felt more tears spring to his eyes. John stood in front of the young boy, a smile lighting up his features. He was an attractive man, green eyes and dark hair. He was strong. "You ready to behave Ren?"

The young boy looked up. "Y-yes."

John grinned and stepped closer, "I thought you'd never give in. Sean was down here for only two weeks. You've been here a month." The chains were removed, and Ren fell to the floor. John squatted next to him. "You're going to do what I say?" John asked.

Ren nodded.

John leaned forward. "Spread your legs, then."

Ren squeezed his eyes shut and did what he was told. John grinned at the boy's long, pale legs and touched the younger man's thigh with his hand. Ren flinched, causing John to laugh. The older man leaned over Ren and removed his shorts. Ren covered himself with his hands, but removed them hurriedly when John slapped his thigh hard enough to bruise.

Ren held back his screams, for he didn't want to be chained to the wall again.
"You like that don't you? You like me beating you. Tell me you like it or I'll chain you up again."

"I...uh." Another blow to his thigh. "I like it."

"Louder, say it louder."

"I like it!"

"Good boy." John picked up Ren and brought him up the stairs and out of the basement.

"Where are y-you bringing me?" Ren asked.

"My bedroom." John said smirking.

Ren looked up at the man carrying him in curiosity. "I've never seen upstairs."

John laughed, "And you won't." John set the boy on his feet and pulled a bandana out of his pocket. Ren closed his eyes as the black silk was tied and John picked him up again. When the bandana was taken removed again, Ren was in a bedroom. The windows were covered and the only light came from candles. "Get on the bed." John ordered.

Ren nodded and climbed on, he jolted when he felt it move. "W-what's happening?" He asked scared.

"It's a waterbed." John said smirking at the boy's nervousness. "Lay down." Ren looked like he was going to cry for a minute and then he slowly laid down.

"Are you going to hurt me?"

John grinned, "If you mean again, then yes." The older man stripped his shirt off and climbed on the bed. Leaning over the young boy, he forced a leg between Ren's. Ren tried to wiggle away and was rewarded with a stinging slap. "Do you ever learn?"

"I'm sorry."

"You should be."

Just then the door opened and a boy named Brent walked in. "I didn't know we had a new boy. I want to join!"

Ren looked up scared, "Who are you?"

SMACK.

"Don't talk!" John ordered.

"Hey, John, calm down, how old is he?"

"Thirteen."

"Nice," Brent took off his shirt and got on the bed. "He's cute."

John glanced over at the sixteen year old who had joined them on the bed. "He's never been with anyone other than me." John said.

Brent grinned. "Good, he's almost a virgin still."

Ren flinched as the older boy reached under his shirt.

"When he says ‘stop' you can smack him." John told Brent.

Brent nodded and ripped Ren's shirt off. Ren squealed and turned over, then turned back again after he realized what he had done. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

Brent smiled and licked the boy's stomach. "I'm sure you didn't."

John smiled at Brent and said to Ren; "Brent has a wonderful mouth."

The blonde, blue eyed sixteen year old took the hint and gently took the younger boy into his mouth; he swirled his tongue around the small organ that soon began to swell. Ren began to breathe heavily. "Ungh!" Brent tasted salty precum and licked his lips. John smiled and unzipped Brent's jeans, and pulled them off. He then grabbed Brent's dick and began pumping.

Ren wasn't the only one in pleasure now, Brent was also in heaven. Brent only took his mouth off of Ren's pencil to turn to John. "Do me," he panted.

John grinned and gestured at the small boy. "I'll do you while you f*** him." Brent grinned, his eyes glazed over with lust. Ren, lying down still, widened his eyes and tried to slide away. Brent grabbed one of the boy's legs and dragged him back. Brent smiled gently and trailed his hand along Ren's cheek.

"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." Ren's eyes darted to John.

"You want to do what he did. You want to hurt me."

Brent turned to John and back to Ren. "I won't hurt you. I promise. It'll feel good."

"Liar!" Ren yelled.

"Smack him Brent." John ordered.

"There's no need to." Brent replied and kissed Ren's thigh. "It's okay Ren; I'm not going to hurt you..."

John leaned forward from the bottom of the bed and backhanded Brent. "You'll do what I say. Now f*** him."

Brent wiped away the tears he couldn't stop and tried to smile at Ren.

John laughed, "Don't bother faking it, Brent," the older man said. "You like it when it hurts."

Brent shrugged, trying not to show he was pissed, and ran a hand along Ren's thigh.