Future Friends (Scömìche)

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GUYS WARNING AGAIN, MANY TRIGGERS. I PROMISE IT GETS HAPPY. Also Im so, so sorry its taken me so long to update, Ive just been very busy. After this book I have some fluffy smutty stuff Im planning on doing.

Third person POV, Scotts side

     Scott woke up with a start, he could hear talking from outside and sighed. Well there went his chance for sleep. Groaning slightly, he sat up in bed, his soar muscels tensing when suddenly he heard his name from behind the door. Scott froze.

     Was he already fighting again?? After three days?? But that wasnt possible, he needed more rest then that. He always got more rest then that.

     He listened carefully, only able to make out some words. "Yeah Scott... always moping, yeah... no fun anymore... cant deal with both... get rid of one? Yeah, yeah.... good."

     Wait, what!! Scott thought to himself, widening his eyes in horror as the words repeated themselves in his head. "Get rid of one. Get rid of one. Get rid of one."

     Was somebody going to kill him?

     There was a harsh knock on Scotts door, and he jumped to his feet, limping over and opening the door for Rodney.

     "Why hello there! Early rising?" Rodney asked, and Scott shruged. "Well, good thing your awake, because I signed you up for an amazing oppurtunity! In this oppurtunity, you could make millions! Maybe even leave the building every once in a while, if you make it. Sounds pretty sweet, eh?"

     Scott was wairy, Rodney didnt do nice things, he obviously just wanted the money. But Scott was uncomfortable about something else, too. Rodney wasnt saying what the oppurtunity was. It must be really, really bad.

     "Cut the shit, Rodney. Whats going on?" Scott asked, and Rodneys face automatically went a dark red, he stooped forwards and looked down at Scott.

       "What did you say to me? I thought we talked about using that tone." Scott cursed himself quietly. "Im sorry, Im just... tired. Whats the oppurtunity?"

    Rodney backhanded him, and Scott fell against a wall, cupping his cheek.

"Your sorry what?" Rodney growled.

"Im sorry... sir." Scott whimpered softly.

"Better. Yur lucky Im in a good mood today. But now you've lost your chance to even pretend you have a say in this... oppurtunity." Rodney glared down at Scott maliciously.

     "You're going to be one of my death match fighters. Congradulations on the upgrade, Scott. You have one day to prepare." Rodney smirked at Scotts reaction, and left the room.

     Scott couldn't believe what he was hearing. Of course he knew about the death matches, but he'd never thought he might actually be part of one some day. Scotts stomach churned, he would gladly take being murdered now.

     In the death matches, one organization sent two of there own fighters into a ring. People loved to see allies turn into enemies. You got tons of cash for wining, and even more if you died. Well, your organization did. Consulation money. And of course, only one fighter (if any) left the ring.

     Scott would either have to live with the knowledge that he had killed another man, or die with the knowledge that he tried to kill another man. Scott ran to the bathroom and hurled forcefully. He couldn't do this.

     Scotts mind wandered back the conversation from outside his door earlier, and he understood. It was true, Scott did mope alot, but for good reason. And he guessed someone else did too, but Rodney was tired of it.

     So Rodney decided to get rid of at least one of his problems, and earn some money doing it. To be honest, it was kind of smart. The only thing Scott didnt understand was when Rodney had said 'no fun anymore'. Rodney never had and never would find any of his fighters 'fun'.

    Scott tried to shrug it off, thinking Rodeny must have just missworded. But the words kept creeping back into his mind. Scott suddenly had an even worse feeling about this.

3rd Person POV, Mitchs side

     Rodney lay over Mitchs small body, gasping as Mitch cried into his pillow and bit the fabric.

     "CUM FOR ME, YOU PERVERT!!" Rodney screemed. "Im done with you being unable to orgasm!" Mitch cried harder, and Rodney groweled, pulling back Mitchs head with his hair, ripping out a clump.

     "You listen to me, fag! After that first time, you got the fucking operation, and you should be fine now! Bu yet you never spill, and I know you like this. I can see it! You're screaming, but its half out of pleasure, we both know it!! Im done with my toy unable to squirt juices when I want him to. Do you hear me!?" Mitch nodded his head spastically.

     "I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME, BITCH!?" Rodney slammed into Mitchs tiny body, and Mitch screamed piercingly. "Y-yes sir! I hear y-y-you, Im sorry sir, please... please forgive me!!" Rodney yelled into Mitchs ear. "DADDY TO YOU!! I'LL FORGIVE YOU WHEN YOU CUM FOR ME!!"

     Tears streamed down Micths face, he hated calling Rodney that. Scott was Mitchs daddy in such situations. Nobody else, and Rodney knew it. "I'm trying si-daddy! Im s-so sorry, please, Im trying!! Im trying so hard!!"

     "Well. Try. Harder! CUM FOR ME!!" But Mitch couldn't, he never could. "I-Im trying daddy. I'm trying so so... so bad!!" Mitch screamed as Rodney slamed himself into the poor boys hole again.

    Rodney continued to abuse Mitch, and burned the words "gay perv" into his skin over and over, smaking his ass and back with a belt.

     Mitchs body was covered with the brands, old and fresh, and tought with whip marks and other scars. Some self made. Mitch cried, and Rodney kept on whipping.

     Im never going to get to see Scott again, Mitch thought, letting out a low gutteral sob as he began to loose himself. The doctor came into the room an hour later and fixed Mitch up. Mitch wasnt aloud to die. At least, not yet.

I'm sorry this book is so upsetting, I promise that it really does get happier. Im a sucky writer, but I hope you keep reading anyways! I love you guys!