Finding His Home

Chapter 3 Take 2

Chapter 3 Take 2

When Jay had told me that he had been taken to the hospital I tried not to feel disappointment, but it was there now engrained deep inside of me. Ming there suffering surrounded by Doctors and nurses and people he loved. Loved? No. I had taken that away from him. He couldn't feel love like he could before. I smiled at that small defeat. But now how do I overcome this big obstale in my way? How do I take my Sweet Ming back to where he belongs? In MY bed.

I watched from the comfort of my car as he was being wheeled across the hospital grounds in a wheelchair. I could still see half of his face was covered in bruises and that sweet bite mark on his cheek still looked raw. But he still looked a beautiful as he had the first time I laid eyes on him.

My eyes roamed from Ming to the man he was with. Like Ming he was beautiful, tall and chisled. But unike Ming this man had a hardness to him that I knew I could never touch. He sat down beside Ming, held his hand, smiled sweetly and talk to Ming as if he had the right to.

Ming was mine. What right did this man have to touch what was mine? I was getting angry just watching these two, I knew if I didn't leave I was going to get so angry that I would do something stupid.  I started the car and left, leaving My Ming behind. I had to come up with a plan to get him back.

It took an hour to get back to the farm and I was boiling with rage.  I could see Tin in the distance working on some of the older machinery and Jay off to the side of him handing tools as and when Tin asked for them. I slammed on the breaks and got out of the car shocking my brothers.  Knewing if I went near them now I was going to kill one or both of them so I just walked into the house and down into the basement.

I could hear the muffled sounds become silent as I walked down the stairs. Then the man came into view. He was gagged and tied to the beams by his ankles and wrists and totally naked. He was bleeding from several cuts to his legs, anus as well as a fat lip, my brothers must have been playing this morning.

I stripped as I walked over to him, pulled him back by his hair and kissed him hard. Not giving him any choice about taking my tongue.

"You will have to take my anger boy."  He looked so afraid at my harsh words. Fearfull at the tone I used. But I didn't care. This boy was a mere toy to sate sexual and devieant urges. But he would make a great substitute for my anger at that man that was touching what was mine. 

I thrust into him as hard as I could, not caring at how much I hurt him harder and harder, faster and deeper. I screamed my release but I was far from done. If I had to bury this boy in the morning so be it. But tonight was going to be a long night Because I wanted more