AGALMATOPHILIA

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With carefully predicted footsteps that creep towards the superannuated wooden cabin, Brendon ducks down once a few meters from the establishment he once called home, observing the outside.

The lights are on in every widow except the one where Brendon's room used to be. There's a stench in the air of cooked meat, Brendon could barely stomach it anymore knowing where it had come from and what was done to obtain it.

He hears voices wafting through the air, one of his father, and one of the pig who had tainted his body forever, in his own home.

He grimaces at the thought of once living under that roof, calling it a home makes him sick.

Disgust builds in the back of his throat, he snorts it right back into a ball of phlegm, projecting it towards the house with a satisfied grin as it splatters against the decaying wood, rolling down into the untamed garden below.

Josh, who had been tagging behind, finally catches up to Brendon, squatting beside him, he too observed the outside of the house, unsure of where to go from where they currently were.

"What are you doing? We're not prepared at all," he hushes, glancing between Brendon the the house, Brendon ducking his head as he softly chuckles.

"Oh trust me," the brunette gives a devilish sneer, cocking his head in Josh's direction. The burning hell flames flicker within his eye, Josh likes what he sees. "I've been ready for this my whole life,"

Snatching a rock off the ground, Brendon stands and tosses it high into the air, laughing as it falls down and through the windshield of the black car, triggering the alarm to blare at a deafening volume, Brendon quickly taking Josh's hand and pulling him away from the car and towards the far side of the house, unlit, dim and perfect to hide behind.

"What are you doing?! You're crazy!" With a hushed yet harsh tone Josh berates, Brendon rolling his eyes at the outburst, gently pressing Josh against the wall with a finger to his lips.

"The motherfucker that owns that car, got me gang raped. I'm going to show him what it feels like to get fucked," with a hiss, he nods and points toward the front door, the pair just behind the far wall of the house watching as a man comes running out, staring at the car with disbelief.

Cursing, the stranger who Josh didn't know but he already hated, kicks the bumper of the car, hands gripping his hair as he spits profanity at the shattered window.

"The barn," Brendon begins, Josh jumps at the sudden voice in his ear. "Down the end of the paddock, get down there, I'll meet you there, I've got a plan for this fuck," Josh can hear Brendon's teeth grind together, deciding not to question it, he rushes down toward the huge outbuilding not too far from the house itself.

Brendon waits for a moment, watching Josh, but he halts for a moment, comes running back up to him and quickly, yet with pure innocence, kisses him.

It's short, it's sweet, it leaves Brendon star struck, eyes wide as cheeks glow red.

"Um, good luck..." Josh mumbles, cupping his face gently.
"You'll get your justice, I promise you that," with a nod he's off again, leaving Brendon to awkwardly stare at the dirt with the toe of his shoe digging into the grass.

"So stupid," he sighs under his breath, finally sucking in his courage and advancing from the darkness.

Shyly, sheepishly but all an act, Brendon emerges from the shadows, clearing his throat.

"Hiya Phoenix," he smiles, keeping his head tilted to the ground but eyes seductively peering through thick dark lashes, hands clasped behind his back he saunters into the light.

"Who the fuck?" Phoenix turns heel, pausing, gawking at who stood before him. "Brendon? No fucking way that's you,"

Brendon treads forward, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, and though his mouth smiled, his eyes burned with a raging fury that nothing could subdue, nothing except the lust for Phoenix's blood being spilt.

As he stared at the man, he's greeted with the burning sting through his abdomen, a crushing weight within his chest as hands push him into the carpet. He's only reminded of a night where everything was ripped from him.

"I spent some time away," he lets his fingers walk up Phoenix's front, up to his throat, and it takes all his strength not to strangle him right there. "I've been missing you," he lies through a smile.

"You have?" Phoenix cocks a brow, stuttering before he confidently puffs his chest out. "I mean of course you have,"

"I've been missing..." with two fingers running down his torso and stopping at his belt, Brendon grits his teeth. "I've been missing this," with a thick gulp he cups Phoenix's crotch, the other man chewing his lower lip with a snigger.

Brendon feels bile rise to his throat at the sickening sexual grin he receives. He wants to grip tighter and rip his cock off.

"Of course you have, you're a little whore,"

He knows exactly what buttons to press, but Brendon knows his even better.

"Am I still your little whore... daddy?" It's sultry, airy, a whisper into Phoenix's ear, it sends a shudder and goose bumps across his flesh.

"Let's find out," he goes to grab Brendon by the head to pull him in, but Brendon flinches away, resisting the urge to knee him directly in the balls.

"No!" He cries, lowering his voice with a quick glance to the house, then to the barn.

"No?"

"No, I mean, no not here, let's uh, take it somewhere else," Brendon recovers, taking his hand firmly. "How about the barn for old times sake?" He's shaking and he really prays Josh pulls through on his promise.

Phoenix lifts and drops his brows in anticipation, following the shorter boy, completely enchanted by him.

"Did you break my window?" He affectionately questions, Brendon giggling.

"I might've,"

"Might have to punish you for that," Phoenix eyes off Brendon as they reach the barn, Brendon turning to face as him, walking backwards into the barn he beckons Phoenix forward.

The doors behind him slam, Phoenix spins with a jump, hand to his chest.

"Actually," Josh, hands still pressed to the doors, takes his time to peer over his shoulder, scowling, before he finally turns around fully, towering over Phoenix.

The abuser steps back, bumping into Brendon and now trapped.

"I think it's your turn for a punishment."