The story beneath the shirt (BoyXBoy)

Twenty-Eight

***THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY VULGAR AND OFFINSIVE WORDS SUCH AS "faggot, tranny, and whore." PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ALSO IM NOT HOMOPHOBIC BUT THE PERSON USING THE WORDS IN THE STORY IS. PLEASE KEEP IN COURTISY OF THEIR POV OF LIFE. READ AT YOUR OWN EMOTIONAL CONNECTED RISK***

*Max POV*

I wake up to a sharp pain in my rib. 

"wake up you worthless slab of meat!" I groaned as Axel punched my ribs. I could feel them break. I started crying but couldn't see as there was something tied around my head covering my eyes. I started breathing slowly trying to reduce the pain that seared through my mid section. 

"now that the tranny is awake I decided to play a game." im going to hit you with various of options and each time you let out the tiniest noise ill do it again. this is pay back for all the shit you put me through you disgusting faggot." I felt two people grab my arms and pull me up, my ribs shot out a deathly pain. I screamed in pain as they dragged my across a concrete floor holding my up by my arm pits.  I was roughly shoved against a wall. it was cold and rough.  I then felt my arms being raised and my wrists and ankles being strapped into what felt like... handcuffs? rope? something that wasn't comfortable.  

"lets add some more fun. we are going to strip you bare. I mean your in a room of guys that's what you love anyways." Axel said in such a tone you could practically hear the sarcasm dripping from his mouth. I felt scissors cutting my clothes. I tried to wiggle away begging them not to but they wouldn't. I felt cold as they removed all my clothes. I felt so exposed. I started crying. I didn't feel comfortable in my body. I hadn't had surgeries and I hadn't started T yet. so I was still mostly considered a female no matter how much I tried to be guy like.

"shut up whore! I always hated you, you disgust me. you ruined my life and now your prending your a boy. just accept it, your a female" I felt a whip strike my back. I cried out and felt another hitting right below the other. I screamed in pain. it hurt to all hell. I felt whip after whip  hitting my legs, my ass, my back, and even my neck.

 I lost my voice from crying in pain. my body was on fire and I felt weak. I wanted to end it all. i wanted Dakota to hold me. i wanted my brother nathan, i wanted to sit on the couch and drink a rootbeer float with him. i wanted to feel okay agian. i heard the foot steps start to dissapear. they were leaving  i was so happy that it was over. but for how long?

*Dakotas POV*

I know im not suppose to but i was looking for max. i kept going from house to house asking people from around the fair if they had seen him or seen possibly 2 or 3 guys pulling him away from the bathroom areas as the fair. noone was helping. i was so tired. i walked up to a green house it. it looked very well taken care of and looked very welcoming.  maybe this will be my saving grace. i rang the doorbell, you could hear it from out side. when the door opened it was a little girl. she was possibly 5 or 6. i asked through the screen door if her parents where home. she took off down the hall.

 from what i could see they had a living room to the right a closed door to he left and some more doors down the hall and at the very end a long sections of beads hanging from the ceiling. it reminded me of the way the entrances of fortune tellers had on TV. A few moments later i older women about 50 or 60 emerged from the beads and walked up to the door.

"Hello may I help you?" she sounded sweet. the little girl came running and asked if she could go watched tv. she nodded and the young daughter took off. 

"Hi, where you at the fair anytime in this last week?" I asked hoping she would be on the day that me and Max was. 

"Well yes every day, my kids love the rides they cant get enough of them." she giggled just thinking of all of it.

well I'm looking for my boyfriend we believe he was abducted, I'm not suppose to be looking but I cant help it. have you possibly seen him?" I held up his picture. her eyes went wide. 

"Oh I remember you guys. he was getting slushies' when I went to bring my kids to get one too. he also was wresting around with some kids by the bathrooms, figured it was some school friends, boys can be so rough these days." I looked shocked. 

"Can you tell me what these boys look like they may be the kidnappers. hes been missing and I want to bring him back home." I said looking at her desperately. "she opened the door inviting me in."

After spending a hour gathering all the information I could from her I thanked her and took the information straight to the police. she had a deep well description of 3 boys and gave me her phone number, her address, and even where she worked to give to the police officer I was working with. In return I gave her my number and told her if she remembered anything else. I didn't even care if she remembered the color of there nails anything was helpful.

I rushed to the detectives office area. the lady walked me back and told me to wait in the chair she would be back she's in a meeting. I waited 20 minutes before she returned, she had a iced Carmel macchiato in 1 hand and a large stack of papers in the other. she dropped them into a filing cabinet and sat down setting the drink in a stand on her chair.

"How can I help Dakota?" she asked signing some papers before returning her attention to me. I silently held my breathe as I handed her a written description of the 3 boys, the women's contact information, and the time that she had seen it all happened. she had deep details of all of them, she also wrote she had photographic memory and that she remembered them perfectly.

"Well as helpful as this is we did tell you to stay out of the investigation I know your worried. we will find him and I appreciate this information im going to have to have the women come in and well do a drawling of them and see if its what they look like and hopefully through picture Identification we can track them down and hopefully find max. I appreciate your help ill call her in and well get to working on the drawlings. she called out to a partner of hers and told him to call for a drawler, and to contact the women and ask her to come in for further analysis and to hopefully get some facial recognition.

that's going to be the end of this chapter. do you think they will find max? will max be dead or will they find him before its to late? comment and vote I love reading your comments I always try to respond when I can. I hope you all had a great 4th of july (If you celebrate it) and ill try to update soon