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Hot sobs choked Nate's throat as he struggled against Johnson’s stronghold. The man was a lot stronger than he looked.
He felt his arms grow weak, he was still trying to hold on to the door frame to escape and his fingers were getting weak and bloodied because he was holding on so tight.
“Fight!” Tshepo’s words came back to him.
So this is what he meant when he said that? Nate thought. His heart broke for his friend. He had been gone for months and this was what he had to go through? How many times? he wondered.
Suddenly, the adrenaline coursing through him made him unhook his fingers from the door and reach back to fight Johnson. Johnson’s loose body rippled as he held on to Nate with all his strength.
“Stupid boy stay still! I paid a lot for you.”
Nate growled and fought like a wild cat. He would not go down easily. Suddenly he lost his footing and Johnson caught hold of his feet and dragged him back into the room.
“Help me! Help!” Nate cried out but no one came to his rescue even though the door was open and the servant was probably still within earshot. Nate started to cry, he kicked hard against Johnson. Finally, Johnson hit him across his face. The impact of that blow shut him up. Nate’s head spun and his senses dulled.
Johnson, breathing heavily began to pull off his clothes. Nate’s head spun both from the aphrodisiac burning and the blow. He suddenly felt too weak to fight. He wanted to run yet his legs could only feebly tremble beneath him.
“Good,” Johnson spat. “I should have done that before you started fighting me. Look at that young boy. Fredrick didn’t want to share. That bastard.”
Nate cried weakly realizing that there was nothing he could do. “P-please…”
Johnson laughed. “They all beg at first but you’ll love it I promise you. Even if it’s your first time you will eventually enjoy and beg for more.”
With his muscles straining beneath his heavy mass of flesh Johnson climbed over an almost naked Nate. His bulging eyes crudely took in the sight of Nate’s naked lowered body. “Maybe I should fuck you in this vest.” With an evil laugh, he picked Nate’s hand and tried to get him to stand up but when Nate could only hang limply like a rag doll Johnson dragged him to the bed and laid the top half of his body on the bed. He stared at Nate’s behind his cock growing harder.
Breathing heavily he walked away to get the lube and a bottle of wine.
That space in time allowed Nate the opportunity to snap out of his trance. Tshepo’s words kept ringing in his head over and over again. He willed his body to move and fight but the only thing he could do was moan painfully as the burning drug continued to fog his brain.
He began to cry again. He heard Johnson coming back and his eyes flashed before his eyes. His father; abusive, drunk and miserable. His mother; abused, loving, sad and dead. Tshepo; sold out as a sex slave. And now here he was flung over a man’s bed waiting for the painful impact. His throat was raw with his tears. He cried because after all his elaborate dreams his life would eventually amount to nothing.
“Fight!” Tshepo’s voice was still in his head and he wanted to fight but how was he supposed to?
Johnson’s footsteps came closer. He opened a tube.
Nate felt something cold on his bottom.
“Fight!” He wanted to!
“You are a nice boy, Nathaniel.” Nathaniel Nathaniel Nathaniel!
He wasn’t his father who was a failure, he wasn’t his mother who wasn’t a fighter. He was Nathaniel. He was Nathaniel!
As soon as he felt Johnson’s cold, beefy hands trying to settle his hips, muttering “What a nice ass,” a sudden rage so intense gripped Nate and he lurched forward violently grabbing onto anything on the bed that his fingers could hold. In one swift movement, he swung around and ran the object in hand into Johnson’s neck.
Johnson drew in a sharp breath, his eyes wild and then suddenly blood began to spurt out of his neck.
Nate gasped. His eyes cleared instantly and he looked with wild eyes at the thing he held. It was a smoking pipe and he had just rammed the blunt end into Johnson’s jugular.
The blood continued to spurt out bathing Nate in a pool of red.
Johnson opened his mouth to scream, hands reaching up to hold his neck, and a stream of blood cut off his scream. Strangely enough, his cock was still erect and he ejaculated.
Nate wasted no time. Without grabbing his leather shorts or even going to the other room to get his clothes, he ran out of the room. The last thing he saw was Johnson’s body dropping heavily on the floor, twitching in the throes of death.
Nate ran outside of the hallway. I’m a murderer! I am a murderer!
He feared the servant would discover what he did and kill him too. He had to escape. But where?
He ran for the front door, heart beating frantically as he ran and as he threw it open to escape a heavy blow to his face knocked him out.
He didn’t know how many minutes or hours pass but when Nate finally woke up he was in a strange room hung up on a strange contraption hanging from the ceiling. His hands and legs had metal bands on them with chain links that were attached to the hanger on which he was chained. The walls were made of mirrors so when he looked up he saw himself. He was naked, bloodied but it wasn’t his blood. He had no bruises on any parts of his body.
So whose blood was it?
It suddenly came back to him! Mr. Johnson…naked Mr. Johnson trying to…Nate gagged and threw up. He murdered a man.
I, Nathaniel Schmidt, murdered a man.
Worse yet instead of finding his freedom here he was tied up in only God knows where!
Then it hit him.
Maybe Mr. Johnson didn’t die. Nate didn’t know whether to feel relieved. If Mr. Johnson didn’t die then that meant he wasn’t a murderer but then it would mean Mr. Johnson was the one responsible for having him tied up. What is he going to do to me? Nate thought. His throat was heavy with unshed tears and his mouth tasted like hell. He wanted to scream but his throat was raw and tired. He just wanted to die. Maybe death would save him from whatever punishment awaited him.
Suddenly he heard footsteps. He struggled against the chains holding him against the hanger. If he could just escape one more time or die…
The door opened. Nate stopped struggling as his gaze fell on the person who walked in.
It was Fredrick.
