BF...ODT?
Chapter 7:
Matt awoke to something cold pressing hard against his throat. He couldn’t feel Zacky next to him. The only thing he could really feel was his hands and legs tied tightly to the headboard. Finally waking up completely he surveyed his surroundings. Before his eyes scanned the whole room a fist slammed into the side of his face. “Morning you fucking cock-sucker. Hope you slept well with this piece of shit.”
Matt knew he was talking about Zacky but the pain in his face forced his eyes shut. Fighting to keep his eyes focused he tried to find Zacky in the huge room. Matt gave a gasp and a tear made its way down his face when his eyes finally landed on Zacky. He was curled into a fetal position, his shoulders were visibly shaking though with his violent sobs. His back and sides were bright colors of purple, green, and yellow… along with red from the vast amount of cuts. More tears fell when his eyes landed on Zacky’s bottom. It was obvious from the blood that he had been raped brutally and mist likely repeatedly. The man saw what made Matt cry and laughed heartily “My son looks great doesn’t he?” Matts jaw went slack; this fucking monster was Zack’s father?!? “You know, you missed the opening act since you wanted your beauty sleep. Oh well, the main event is coming right up.”
“Please, just leave him alone. He’s your fucking son for god sakes.” Matt tried to get through to the man but he wasn’t hearing him. Instead the man stalked over to Zacky and picked him up by his hair, ripping out a chunk in the process. He threw Zacky onto the bed, halfway on top of Matt. Zacky immediately curled into Matt searching for comfort and protection, for the both of them. The synyster cackle of the man rang through the bedroom once again. He pulled Zacky off Matt but kept the boy beside Matt. Looking right at Matt he spread Zacky’s legs and shoved into him once again, not slowing down or preparing him in the least. Zacky screamed out in pain as both men sobbed (matt & zacky). Zacky reached his hand up and fumbled for Matt’s hand. He finally caught it and held on for dear life. Matt tried to pass all the emotions he felt for Zacky through his eyes and their connected hands, he hoped that he could relay how much he cared for him.
Zacky’s father was so into what he was doing he didn’t accurately measure Matt’s strength. Matt used his free hand and yanked against the rope as hard as he could, his emotions fueling him. The roped frayed and snapped. In an incredible move his fist kept going and landed into the side of the man’s face knocking him not only off of Zack but out of him as well. While the man was temporarily knocked out on the floor Matt ripped his other hand out of the bindings, never letting go of Zacky’s hand. He picked up his cell and called his uncle giving him a quick run down and telling him to bring back-up. The bastard was going to get what he had coming to him; Matt will make sure of that. Reluctantly Matt let go of Zacky’s hand to tie up Zack’s father so he couldn’t get away or hurt them anymore. He checks the knots one last time and went back to his Zacky. The boy looked so broken, between the bruises, cuts, and shattered soul visible through his once-vibrant green eyes. Matt walked over to Zacky and wrapped him up in the closet blanket and brought him into his chest. Zacky fully broke down. His sobs and violent shakes were worse than they had ever been. Nothing Matt did made it any better, whether it was singing softly in his ear or running his hands up and down his back.
“MATT!” the frantic voice rang from somewhere out the door.
“Up here uncle” Matt turned his head away from Zacky’s ear and shouted down to his frantic uncle. Not half a minute later 3 uniformed cops and a worried uncle Edgar came into the room. They did the usual questioning at the scene and drug the sick bastard to the awaiting squad car. Edgar gave Matt a strong hug and left him to tend to the fallen boy who was now engaged in a fitful slumber on the bed. Matt cleaned up the room and got clean sheets out of the closet. As gently as possible Matt lifted Zacky out of the bed and laid him on the loveseat that was in the corner of the room. When he got the sheets changed and everything cleaned it looked as if nothing had happened. He gathered Zacky back up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom.
Matt started the water in the tub and added vanilla scented bubbles. The sound of running water was enough to pull Zacky from his light sleep. Matt began the slow process of repairing Zacky’s soul.
Matt awoke to something cold pressing hard against his throat. He couldn’t feel Zacky next to him. The only thing he could really feel was his hands and legs tied tightly to the headboard. Finally waking up completely he surveyed his surroundings. Before his eyes scanned the whole room a fist slammed into the side of his face. “Morning you fucking cock-sucker. Hope you slept well with this piece of shit.”
Matt knew he was talking about Zacky but the pain in his face forced his eyes shut. Fighting to keep his eyes focused he tried to find Zacky in the huge room. Matt gave a gasp and a tear made its way down his face when his eyes finally landed on Zacky. He was curled into a fetal position, his shoulders were visibly shaking though with his violent sobs. His back and sides were bright colors of purple, green, and yellow… along with red from the vast amount of cuts. More tears fell when his eyes landed on Zacky’s bottom. It was obvious from the blood that he had been raped brutally and mist likely repeatedly. The man saw what made Matt cry and laughed heartily “My son looks great doesn’t he?” Matts jaw went slack; this fucking monster was Zack’s father?!? “You know, you missed the opening act since you wanted your beauty sleep. Oh well, the main event is coming right up.”
“Please, just leave him alone. He’s your fucking son for god sakes.” Matt tried to get through to the man but he wasn’t hearing him. Instead the man stalked over to Zacky and picked him up by his hair, ripping out a chunk in the process. He threw Zacky onto the bed, halfway on top of Matt. Zacky immediately curled into Matt searching for comfort and protection, for the both of them. The synyster cackle of the man rang through the bedroom once again. He pulled Zacky off Matt but kept the boy beside Matt. Looking right at Matt he spread Zacky’s legs and shoved into him once again, not slowing down or preparing him in the least. Zacky screamed out in pain as both men sobbed (matt & zacky). Zacky reached his hand up and fumbled for Matt’s hand. He finally caught it and held on for dear life. Matt tried to pass all the emotions he felt for Zacky through his eyes and their connected hands, he hoped that he could relay how much he cared for him.
Zacky’s father was so into what he was doing he didn’t accurately measure Matt’s strength. Matt used his free hand and yanked against the rope as hard as he could, his emotions fueling him. The roped frayed and snapped. In an incredible move his fist kept going and landed into the side of the man’s face knocking him not only off of Zack but out of him as well. While the man was temporarily knocked out on the floor Matt ripped his other hand out of the bindings, never letting go of Zacky’s hand. He picked up his cell and called his uncle giving him a quick run down and telling him to bring back-up. The bastard was going to get what he had coming to him; Matt will make sure of that. Reluctantly Matt let go of Zacky’s hand to tie up Zack’s father so he couldn’t get away or hurt them anymore. He checks the knots one last time and went back to his Zacky. The boy looked so broken, between the bruises, cuts, and shattered soul visible through his once-vibrant green eyes. Matt walked over to Zacky and wrapped him up in the closet blanket and brought him into his chest. Zacky fully broke down. His sobs and violent shakes were worse than they had ever been. Nothing Matt did made it any better, whether it was singing softly in his ear or running his hands up and down his back.
“MATT!” the frantic voice rang from somewhere out the door.
“Up here uncle” Matt turned his head away from Zacky’s ear and shouted down to his frantic uncle. Not half a minute later 3 uniformed cops and a worried uncle Edgar came into the room. They did the usual questioning at the scene and drug the sick bastard to the awaiting squad car. Edgar gave Matt a strong hug and left him to tend to the fallen boy who was now engaged in a fitful slumber on the bed. Matt cleaned up the room and got clean sheets out of the closet. As gently as possible Matt lifted Zacky out of the bed and laid him on the loveseat that was in the corner of the room. When he got the sheets changed and everything cleaned it looked as if nothing had happened. He gathered Zacky back up in his arms and carried him into the bathroom.
Matt started the water in the tub and added vanilla scented bubbles. The sound of running water was enough to pull Zacky from his light sleep. Matt began the slow process of repairing Zacky’s soul.