Your son for Mine

chapter 20

Lucas was roused from unconsciousness. He didn't know how long he'd been out, but however long it was, he was thankful for it. It didn't feel like Leby had done anything more to him in that time. His head hurt like a bitch. He shifted his legs and found them stiff but unbound. The relief dissipated when he realized there was a rope around his neck and his shirt was gone. Panic hit. His breaths came fast and shallow as he looked up to see Leby smiling down at him.

"Now the real fun begins." The menacing sound of his voice made Lucas wish he were still unconscious.

Lucas pulled at his arms, testing the bonds at his wrists, but there was no give and only caused the rope to cut into his skin. His eyes got wide as he moved his head around to take in his surroundings. It looked like an old barn. The floor was dirt, and old planks made up the walls. Exposed beams lined the length of the room, and screwed into the one directly above his head, Lucas realized with an intensified dread, that there was a pulley with a rope threaded through it. A rope that was wrapped around Lucas's neck. His heart beat faster as he turned his head to follow the other end of the rope, only to have it stop altogether when he saw the other end of the rope wrapped around what looked like a winch. Lucas couldn't stop the trembling that overtook his body.

Leby moved over to a table that stood on his left. Slowly, he skimmed his hands across the items laid upon it, almost like a hostess from a game show. Lucas saw the broom from earlier, a beer bottle, and a couple of knives.

"It's amazing what you can find in an old barn. There's usually a lot of junk, but every now and again, you can find a real treasure."

Lucas's stomach churned when Leby's hand stopped to hover over a long metal stick with a U-shaped end and a blue handle. A cattle prod. Leby picked it up and pressed a button. The thing buzzed with electricity and a flicker of light jumped between the two prongs. Lucas lost the battle with his stomach and vomited its contents all over his lap. Oh God, please help me.

Leby walked around behind him. Lucas couldn't see what he was doing. All he knew was that the man still had the cattle prod in his hands. He heard a click and a stream of metallic creaks before the rope started tensing up from his neck. His neck was stretched up and then he was pulled up onto his feet. He heard another click. The motor silenced leaving Lucas standing on his toes, struggling for balance to prevent the noose around his neck from tightening. He heard the buzz of the prod again and cringed. The action caused his body to crunch and the rope to tighten. Lucas tried to regain his footing, and when he finally did, he drew in a rough breath.

"You see, Lucas, my son was good, a dutiful one. A father couldn't ask for more than him." Abraham Leby's voice was cold and it scared Lucas more than anything. Lucas could hear the man's footsteps as he came round to face him. "But that was all taken away from me, and your mother was the cause. She sent him to that place. And then those prison faggots raped him. Held him down, shoved their dicks in his ass, and ignored him as he screamed. And the guards, they were no better, they could've helped.

They had to have known, yet they did nothing, and my son, after having been raped and beaten, ended up hanging from a bed sheet. Do you know how angry that makes me? Can you imagine what it is like for me to think about what he went through?"

Leby looked at the cattle prod and then back, straight into Lucas's eyes that were wide with terror. "Maybe you can. And if not, you will. Everything my son felt, you will feel. That is a promise. Don't worry though. I have no intentions of putting my dick anywhere near your filthy faggot ass. I have other things planned.

The man took a step closer to him and Lucas tried to draw back, but the rope around his neck wouldn't let him. Gripping the prod in one hand, Leby reached the other one out and flicked the button on Lucas's jeans. Lucas's heart beat erratically, faster and faster, as Leby stepped back around him, out of his view. He felt the man grab at his jeans and boxers and pull them down to his ankles, effectively binding his feet again.
No, no, no, no, no! Oh, God. No! Please. God. No! The words went round and round in his head, his mouth worked the words, but his voice wouldn't come. As if it knew that to make a sound would only further the man's fury. He felt the metal prongs dragging lines along his calf and up past his thigh. He clamped his eyes shut and prayed to whoever might be listening to just turn off his brain and his body. He willed the unconsciousness to come back but it wouldn't, and he jumped when the cattle prod scratched up the crease of his ass. He heard the man behind him draw a breath. Lucas's whole body tensed.

A loud metallic sound started and Lucas jerked forward, the rope cutting off his airway. He felt a deep scratch moving up his back and he was jerked again when the most intense pain he'd ever felt radiated from the center of his spine. He could feel the scream trying to escape but it was caught in his throat, and all that came out was a high-pitched squeak. He couldn't breathe. That thought sent him into more of a panic. His body jerked again and again. He became unaware of his surroundings as he closed his eyes and focused all his energy as he tried to get his body back under his control. Throwing his shoulders and head, he wrenched himself back, and some of the pressure on his trachea was removed. He inhaled successfully once then twice, and with the second breath, regained his footing and balanced on his feet, naked with the rope around his neck and the pants around his ankles. He took a breath. Sweeter air than he'd ever tasted traveled from his mouth to his lungs. Another breath, and another, and another. Lucas savored that sweet taste and momentary peace. Then he opened his eye.