liquor;
ship; jolinsky x mustin (matt x justin)
summary; jack j and matt went to a bar where they were drugged. the men that performed this action are now holding them hostage for the rest of their life.
point of view; matthew espinosa
My breath was heavy and loud, forming horrid sobs to leave my throat. My body was sweating as the men tied me up to a bed in an unknown room. Jack was on a different bed beside me. He was paralyzed in fear, no sounds leaving his mouth. I couldn't tell if he passed out or died. I cried out his name, yet, he did not reply. Yet, I received a smack on the cheek.
I whimpered, looking away from the man that had been trapping me on the mattress. I kept my eye on my younger friend. I was more concerned about his safety that getting slit in my throat right now.
"Please don't hurt him. He's only eighteen." I begged the man above me.
He bit his lip, stroking my neck too softly for me to calm down.
"That only makes him tighter." He chuckled.
I clenched my throat. I sniffled a sob as the man climbed off of me and walked over to Jack. I struggled against my retraints. I called out Jack's name.
"Shut up or I will dissect your precious kid." The man growled to me.
I nodded, looking over at Jack. He had snapped back to reality.
"How old are you sweetie?" The man straddling Jack growled.
"I'm eighteen." Jack whispered.
"Mmmm. Are you a virgin?"
Jack weakly nodded. The two men smirked, looking my young friend up and down hungrily.
"How about you pretty boy?"
I nodded my head in fear if I didn't reply, they would do more than just question me. The looked at one another and smiled. Jack looked at me nervously.
"Wanna go lay with your best friend?"
Jack nodded quickly. The man climbed off of him.
"Take off the boys pants."
My eyes widened. They smirked at me.
"I'm not taking my best friend's virginity you maniacs." I scream as the men strip Jack of his clothing.
"Should one of us then?"
Jack stood in his boxers infront of everyone. He was crying. Embarrassment and shame filled his body.
"Baby, you're beautiful." One of the men whispered.
Jack blushed, wiping his eyes.
"No I'm not." He muttered.
Jack and I have been friends since third grade. Jack had an eating disorder in seventh grade, leaving him ninety eight pounds that summer. He would swim with a shirt on all the time, the few times we had to talk him in to swimming. In ninth grade, Jack was suicidal. He would cut himself until by tenth grade where he had tried to commit suicide three times. He drank bleach and was in the hospital for weeks. He was left with a mild learning disability, which wasn't any help to his self esteem. He then tried hanging himself, but, I walked in right when he kicked out the chair from underneath his feet. Lastly, he had cut himself multiple times and tried drowning himself in the bath. Jack hasn't left my sight since then.
"I've never seen a more beautiful and fit boy. How about you sleep with your friend tonight and we can enjoy some sexy time tomorrow love?" One man whispered.
I was very confused with their actions with Jack. Were they trying to make Jack more comfortable with them by talking some sweet charm into him?
"Leave him alone!" I growled.
