The Bunnies and the Wolves

The real Victor Criss

Victor Criss has a secret. He was bisexual. He often had dreams of men and women who he thought were physically attractive. He'd never liked them though because they lacked personality.

Though they lacked it Victor had a lot of it. Too much of it actually. He had a few mental issues and his father refused to medicate him because he felt There was nothing wrong with him.

Victor  would black out and then wake up with littl to no memory of before. Or at least that's how it started. Soon enough he could see his actions but couldn't control them.

He felt like no matter how hard he tried to suppress himself the thing he tried to hide would come out. Whenever it did come out Patrick felt free yet terrified.

"What if my dad was here." Victor  would think when he was out of town with the boys. When the boys were wasted he'd sneak off to this bar called Taboo. Bisexual party house of sin. He'd go but he knew when he was their he wasn't JUST him. Whenever the the part of him he tried to control cane out it was a battle of dominance over their shared body.

Victor could hear it at times. That part of him that craved the truly disgusting sins of the world. The part of him that wanted to be freed from the confines of the socially acceptable.

Victor could hear its voice whenever he wrote in his journals and looked at his dirty magazines. He could hear it when he saw beautiful men and women. It was as if he had two minds in one head.

He didn't know if he was bipolar. He didn't know if he had more than one person living in his head. No one could help him. He was always scared.

He remembered hearing that voice when Belch laughed. He remembered hearing that voice whenever he saw the Rose twins. He remembered it that day he and the boys when swimming together.

Patrick could feel himself drowning within his own mind.  Memories of that neighbor girl and her dolls. Memories of the few times his dad almost found him out. Memories of listening to Henry threaten a gay kid.

Those journal entries. All those times he wrote about the fear of losing himself to that voice who screams his darkest desires.

Patrick and Henry looked at the boy whom they held hostage. He was drifting in and out of reality.

"I'll fix him henry. I'll bring out the real him that he's been hiding all these years!" Patrick said with excitement.

It's always been Patrick's dream to bring about a psychotic break. He always wanted to destroy and remold a mind and right now, right now was his chance to do it.

Victors lips were mouthing silent words.

"Fix me god...!" Victor whispered in his vulnerable state.

"I will!" Patrick replies with criminal intent.

Patrick laid Victor on his back then spread his legs. He admired the small dick print in Victors briefs.  Patrick then proceeded to palm his limp member.

Henry got behind Patrick and sat him up so he was laying limp on his chest.

"Play with him a little." Patrick said while focusing on the now twitching member in Victors pants.

Henry started biting victors neck while twisting the boys nipples. He made sure play with them roughly.

Victors moans were that of confusion, lust, and genuine fear. He didn't know what was happening. He could feel himself fading into something. He felt like he was victor... but he also felt like he was someone else.

"You like that Vicky?" Henry whispered.

All victor could do was twitch a little.

Patrick took off victors underwear exposing his red little cock.  Patrick then consumed it aggressively sucking it causing Victors body to convulse.

"Not like this." Victor thought.

"Why am I fading away?" Victor thought as he felt his mind flicker on and off.

Henry then laid victors body down. Henry's shirt was lifted up to his collarbone revealing his chest and stomach area.

Henry and Patrick kissed for a moment then looked at victor.

"He's almost real!" Patrick said with glee.

Patrick then shoved his fingers into Henry's mouth lubing them up with spit. He then pulled them out. He shoved one finger into victors hole.

Victors mind fell into pieces the moment he felt that. He didn't even know who he was anymore.

Patrick kept on and then got rougher when he heard the moans of Victor. In order to silence him Henry shoved his length into the boys mouth.

Victor didn't know what to do anymore.

Then he felt like he was being ripped. Patrick forced his length inside of Victors small body. He didn't even stop when he heard the sound of victors pained screamed.

The two boys slammed into his body without mercy. Henry came  first inside of Victors  mouth. As soon as he pulled out of Victors  mouth he turned his attention to victors cock. He pumped it aggressively.

Victors body twitched aggressively and then like a volcano is cock erupted with so much cum. It squirted out of him. Some of it landing on his own chest and face. Patrick then came inside of victor.

When victor came too he was wearing his clothes.

"Who am I?" Victor whispered.

Henry just giggled at first until he looked at victor.

Victor wiggled his fingers like he had never had them before. He looked liked Bambi during his first winter.

"Do you know who I am?" Victor asked looking at Henry.

Henry then looked at Patrick.

"Did we break him?" Henry said terrified.

"Let me try something." Patrick said smirking.

Henry say down next to Patrick then kissed him aggressively. Victor then kissed back. Patrick decided to molest the boy a bit more before getting off of him.

"He's remembers that much." Henry mumbled.

"The real Vicky has always been a cock slut!" Patrick said in a cruel way.

"We need to keep him missing for a few more days. We need to mold his mind more!" Patrick said like a maniac.

"Come here!" Patrick said.

Victor sat where he was. He didn't want to go to Patrick.

Patrick went over to victor then choked him.

"What the fuck are you doing hockstetter! You'll kill him!" Henry yelled on concern.

" I just need to make him pass out" Patrick said smirking.

Patrick carries the unconscious. Victor. Too the few people who saw they just thought Vic was drunk again. Victor and Henry got Vic to the old Neibolt house. Patrick went into one of the rooms that were almost half descent and laid Vic in it. He tied Vic down with some old rope he found in the houses basement.

"How long to we keep him here?" Henry asked.

"Three days should be enough for me to fix him." Patrick said while smirking.

"Go focus on our twins. I'll take care of Vicky. Don't worry." Patrick said smiling.

Henry left feeling weird. He didn't  realize he wanted Vic until he read Vic's journal. He realized he loved the feelings he got destroying Vic's mind. He'd love the feeling of destroying Lilliana's mind too.  He thought of the dirty things he could make his three victims do. The things he could make them do to each other. The things he could make them do to him.

Henry did change. He is becoming like Patrick.