Saving Ezra - 11. Chapter 11

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content/trigger warning: abuse, assault, rape, injury, alcohol, drugs, Deacon Luke (I think he deserves his own warning), utterly clueless parent (as usual), religious idiocy

Ezra didn’t see his father that night.

The teen had regained consciousness a few times before Deacon Luke was done with him. Ezra had eagerly allowed himself to slip back under every time. Eventually, he woke and Luke had been gone. The teen had found himself tucked into bed. He jerkily reached down to feel that he was fully covered again, much to his relief. His head hurt. Careful probing fingers found plenty of sore swollen areas he was sure looked ugly and purple. There was also a small bandage on his temple.

Who had cleaned him up and settled him in bed?

Ezra shivered, trying not to think about it. He didn’t want it to have been Deacon Luke. To have been that out of it and vulnerable with the man left the teen’s head spinning with anxiety. He took stock of his aches and pains. His head, neck, jaw, stomach, and privates were all demanding his attention. Ezra breathed a little sigh of relief that his backside didn’t feel worse than it had before they had used that horrible box on him and his dad had left him alone with the deacon.

Ezra had nothing to eat Saturday. He ignored the grumbling pangs in his belly and curled on his bed, hugging his pillow. The teen stayed like that all night, having little luck sleeping. The rolling chair hadn’t been returned to the other room. It had just been pushed into a corner of Ezra’s room.

It felt like the black chair was watching him, which was entirely ridiculous. Ezra might as well have been afraid of his dresser. He couldn’t help it though. His father was organized to a fault. It was unlike him not to return an item to its place after use. Which made the boy wonder if the chair would be needed again… for Ezra. A repeat performance. It made Ezra feel like throwing up.

The awful box and the gear that went with it were gone. Only the chair was out of place in Ezra’s room. It constantly drew his attention while he tried to rest. He was exhausted when he woke in the morning and stood stiffly to go get ready for church.

His father caught him before he made it to the bathroom.

“No church for you today,” Paul told him gruffly. Ezra could only gape. He never missed church. “You look like you fell off a mountain and hit every boulder on the way down,” the man explained.

Ezra looked away from his father’s judging gaze.. He felt like he’d fallen off a mountain.

“Luke told me everything.” Paul’s voice was cold. “That you could say and do the things you did yesterday… It about broke his heart that you forced him to reign you in as severely as he had to.” The man sighed heavily. “Luke’s soft with you, and you take advantage of that, I know it. If I’d stayed yesterday and you’d pulled that with me, I’m not sure you’d be able to get out of bed today.” Paul wiped a hand over his weary face. “I don’t know what to do with you, boy. I just don’t.” The man stood straighter as Ezra hunched further. “So, no church for you today. You do your business in the bathroom, and then you’ll be staying in your room until I get back. I suggest you pray hard while I’m gone. I have some things to take care of after the service. I’m not sure what time I’ll be home.”

Ezra stood silent and sad in front of his father until the man snapped at the teen to get moving. The boy hustled off to bathroom, feeling oddly numb.

Before long, Ezra was locked in his room and his father was off to church. Ezra wondered for a moment what Deacon Luke had told his dad. He pushed the thought away. It didn’t matter what the deacon had said. Whatever it had been was enough of a reason for Paul to accept his son’s bruised, bloody, and semi-conscious state when he’d returned home.

At least Luke had only had Ezra alone for an hour.

Ezra tried to sleep while he waited to be released from his room, but it didn’t work out well. Nightmares jerked him awake, sweating and terrified. In the last one, Deacon Luke had had Ezra tied to the altar of his church. The pews were filled with angry parishioners clamoring for Ezra’s blood. The teen woke after the deacon had cut out the boy’s tongue and castrated him.

Ezra’s fingers dug into the rumpled blankets. He stood, unable to handle being horizontal with the remnants of his dream still clinging to his thoughts. The teen was making the bed when he heard someone come in the front door.

Ezra straightened, looking at the clock. It was nearly nine at night. His stomach seemed to be trying to eat itself, but hunger was an old companion. The teen was able to ignore it without much difficulty.

He stiffened when he heard steps on the stairs and the sound of quiet conversation. Deacon Luke was there.

Ezra rushed to finish making his bed, then tidied his room, though it was already spotless. After a few minutes, his door was unlocked and opened. His father stood in the doorway, face unreadable.

“Alright, then,” Paul started with a frown. “I’m going on a trip. I’ll be back Friday.” The man shifted restlessly. “I’ll be visiting some old friends and colleagues. I need help, son. I need to know I’m doing the right thing with you, because it just doesn’t seem to be working. Luke says… Well, it doesn’t matter.” He patted his son’s shoulder. “Luke will be looking after you. Please, be good for him. I know it’s hard for you, just… Do what he tells you. Be a good boy.”

Paul stood there, looking at his son for a moment before shaking his head and turning away. Ezra heard him talking to Deacon Luke before leaving. The teen listened until he couldn’t hear his dad’s car anymore. Everything felt strange and distant, like he was watching the world through a TV with a bad signal. He only twitched when a familiar man appeared in his doorway.

“Come on downstairs,” Luke told him gently. “I got us a late supper.”

Ezra shuffled after him obediently. The food was already out on table, drinks as well. Ezra’s wasn’t the usual milk, juice, or water. It was brown and bubbly.

“I know your dad usually doesn’t let you have soda,” Luke said with a smile as they sat. “But I thought it might be a nice treat, and it should help with the spiciness of the food. I hope root beer’s alright.”

“Yes, thank you,” Ezra responded politely.

He was actually a little excited. He couldn’t remember ever being allowed to drink soda. The kids at school had them all the time. Ezra figured it had to be good to be that popular. The color was a little off-putting, but he supposed tea was also brown, and he liked tea. He took a sip and made a face. It was kind of nasty and the after-taste was worse. Why did people like this?

“I got you a two-liter,” Luke told him as the man cut off a bite of his enchilada. “It would be good if you finished it tonight. I don’t think Paul would want you drinking it more than a day and I don’t want it to go to waste.” Luke’s smile was wide and friendly. “Okay, sport?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ah, none of that.” Luke shook a finger at Ezra. “Until your dad gets back, you call me by name. We should be friends.”

“Yes, Luke,” Ezra answered, feeling very uncomfortable.

He took a big drink of his soda. Root beer was gross. Maybe it would be best to just drink it as quickly as he could and get rid of it. That seemed like the best plan. He took another drink, trying to keep the disgust off his face.

“I’m sure you’re hungry. Dig in.” Luke grinned. “I hope you like spicy stuff!”

Ezra was ravenous, but forced himself to eat carefully and properly. He usually did like food with a bit of fire to it, but the enchiladas and rice were very hot. Ezra’s tongue burned as he gulped his drink, surprised when it was quickly emptied.

“I’ll get you another,” Luke said quickly. “Sorry it’s so spicy.” He was off to the kitchen before Ezra could object.

Ezra wasn’t sure if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but the second root beer tasted worse than the first. He drank to be polite and to ease the stinging in his mouth. Ezra marveled at Luke’s toughness. He seemed completely unaffected by the heat of the dish. By the time the meal was finished, Ezra had polished off four or five tall glasses of root beer. Luke was always quick to hop up and refill the teen’s cup. The food had been good, even if it had been over seasoned, and Ezra’s tummy felt much better for it. His head, however, was starting to spin. The teen worried that it was a delayed reaction to a concussion.

“I don’t feel so good,” Ezra admitted after they’d cleaned up the dishes.

“Oh?” Luke’s smile held no worry or concern. “And how do you feel?”

“Room’s kind of spinny,” Ezra tried to articulate.

“Then let’s get you sitting on the couch,” Luke laughed, leading the teen to the living room and settling him on the sofa.

Luke disappeared back into the kitchen and returned holding a large glass bottle with a white, black, and tan label proclaiming: EVERCLEAR GRAIN ALCOHOL.

“Whassat?” Ezra asked blearily.

“Just some liquor I added to your root beer. I had a bit in my drink, as well.” Luke spun off the top and took a slug, hissing after he swallowed. “I also put in a little extra something in yours to help settle you down.” He took another drink and smiled down at the teen. “I want to have a nice night with you.”

Ezra gave a dramatic frown. “But, you’re never nice…”

Luke threw his head back and laughed. “Baby, with the right motivation, I can be extremely nice.”

Ezra shifted awkwardly when Luke sat next to him on the couch, throwing an arm around the teen.

“Relax,” the man purred. “We’re just going to hang out and watch some movies.”

“Can we turn more lights on?” Ezra asked hopefully.

Luke shook his head. “I like it like this… intimate.”

The deacon picked up the remote and started the DVD he’d already placed in the player. The intro was cheap and cheesy, some big building and a flashy red logo. Luke fast-forwarded through what looked like an interview with two men in black satin robes. Weird. Luke hit play when the interview ended and the screen shifted to a scene of a bedroom.

A fit man, who looked to be in his forties, walked into the rather plain bedroom. He was wearing casual business attire, which he quickly began stripping off, showing plenty of muscles. Soon, he was down to stylish black underwear.

“What is this?” Ezra asked in confusion.

“Shh.” Luke smirked. “Just watch.”

The brown-haired man on the screen sauntered to a plain white door and opened it. A petite young man, who looked too young to drink, was kneeling on the floor of the closet. Ezra gasped as the boy on the screen blinked at the sudden light. His hair was dyed black and hung shaggy and loose around his face. Wide leather bands circled his wrists, clipping them together. A red and black ball gag was strapped into his mouth. He wore nothing but black underwear and an odd leather harness. It was made of two straps that crossed his body, making an X on his chest and back. He was petite and pale with slender limbs.

Ezra watched, wide-eyed, as the older man led the teen out of the closet, forcing him to crawl. They ended up next to the bed with the young black-haired man kneeling at the older man’s feet. The gag was quickly removed, and in moments the young man was nuzzling and licking at the front of the buff man’s underwear.

Luke’s eyes were on Ezra, as the teen watched, stunned, as the pale young man on the screen freed the brunet from his briefs. Even just half-hard, the cock the black-haired boy nuzzled and kissed was quite large. Ezra’s breath stuttered as the teen on the film took the thick member into his mouth.

How would that feel? What would it be like to willingly, even eagerly, pleasure a man of Ezra’s choosing. Joshua’s face popped into his head. Ezra wanted to do that to Joshua. He wanted Joshua to make pleased noises and run his fingers through Ezra’s hair while the teen bobbed his head up and down.

When the brunet was hard and ready, the younger man was yanked upward and tossed onto the beige bed. He writhed and whimpered wantonly. Ezra stiffened as the muscled brunet climbed onto the bed with a black flogger in his hand. This could quickly turn from interesting and arousing to unpleasant. The black haired boy was quickly flipped onto his stomach and his underwear removed, revealing smooth fair skin. The flogger snapped down and the bound boy on the video moaned. Ezra flinched at the sound. His face burned red as the movie continued, but he couldn’t seem to look away.

The man certainly didn’t look like he was swinging the flogger very hard, which calmed Ezra a bit. The little whip didn’t do more than bring a rosy glow to the black-haired boy’s thighs and ass. Ezra wondered if it actually felt good when the whipping wasn’t hard. The boy on the tv certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. The idea was fascinating.

Joshua wouldn’t hurt him. A fantasy quickly spun to life in Ezra’s mind of the college student carefully using implements of pain in a completely different way. Ezra wanted to know what that would feel like. Would he feel afraid or cared for? Would he enjoy it?

Luke pulled the teen onto his lap, running his hands over Ezra’s arms and chest. Ezra ignored him, eyes on the television. The brunet had tossed aside the flogger and was wielding a narrow leather strap. It popped more when it struck skin, making Ezra jump, and leaving a brighter red stripe where the leather had snapped against flesh. It still didn’t look like they were doing more than playing, though. It didn’t look painful. Amazing.

Ezra got a peek under the black-haired young man as the smaller man wriggled and moaned on the bed. The young man was clearly enjoying himself, hard and rubbing himself wantonly against the comforter beneath him.

The older man tugged the younger one back to the edge of the bed. The brunet stood while the black-haired teen perched on hands and knees in front of him. A bottle was produced from somewhere, the brunet using the contents to slick his impressive cock. The younger man waggled his ass temptingly, a teasing smile visible on his face. The brunet growled, grabbing the boy and pushing his hard length inside.

Ezra frowned. It looked painful, but the pale boy on the video seemed to love it. Gasps and moans flowed from the television’s cheap speakers. Maybe the lubricant helped it hurt less? Considering the younger man’s enthusiasm and dripping erection, it couldn’t be hurting that much. Wow. Ezra’s privates still ached from the abuse he’d suffered, but it didn’t seem to matter as the teen’s cock grew hard, uncomfortably restrained in his clothes.

The black-haired twink was rolled over on his back. The older man took him roughly for several minutes, pushing the teen’s legs into different positions or pinning the boy’s arms above his head.

Ezra tried to ignore Luke as the deacon unbuttoned and removed the teen’s shirt.

Ezra was a little confused when the brunet on the DVD put the younger boy’s legs over his shoulders and bent the smaller man practically in half. The black-haired boy’s arms wound behind his partner’s neck. Muscles flexed as the brunet lifted his lover into the air as though he weighed nothing.

Ezra cocked his head, trying to figure out the position and how things were going to work. It looked very awkward, but the older man’s muscles must not have just been for show, and the black-haired teen was amazingly flexible. The moaning boy was impaled on the man’s thick cock. The brunet held him easily, lifting and dropping him quickly over and over. The boy’s cries were desperate as he clung to the man.

Precum made a dark damp spot on Ezra’s pants.

The couple turned, causing the teen to be pressed against the wall. The position seemed easier for the brunet, allowing him to hammer inside the boy fast and hard as the pretty teen begged for more, begged to be fucked.

Then, they were back on the bed again, the teen on his hands and knees and the man behind him, taking him hard. The younger man’s lips were parted and his eyes closed, a picture of lewd bliss. The brunet twined a fist in the teen’s hair, yanking him back. Instead of crying out in fear or pain, however, the boy seemed to become even more excited, throwing his hips back to meet every harsh thrust.

Ezra’s lips parted, his hazel eyes glued to the screen.

The men changed positions again, leaving the younger man on his back with his legs tossed over the brunet’s arms. The older man pounded ruthlessly into the black-haired boy. The teen didn’t seem to mind. He licked his lips and begged for more with his slender hand wrapped around his own erection, pumping vigorously.

Ezra gasped, licking his own lips, enraptured.

Ezra continued watching as the pair fucked. Eventually, the black-haired boy’s movements became jerky, his breaths stuttering in his chest. The twink moaned as his back arched and white liquid shot from his tip to splatter across his chest and stomach.

The scene switched, and the older man was looming over the black-haired boy who was sprawled on the bed covered in his own semen. The brunet’s hand moved fast and sure over his large cock. The twink moaned as his partner came, adding to the mess striping his skin, some even catching him across the cheek.

The brunet leaned over, cupping the younger man’s cheek. They shared a long sweet kiss and a smile before the video faded to credits.

Luke paused the DVD as it cut to what looked like another interview. Two different men sat in the same black satin robes with wide smiles on their faces. Ezra blinked, dazed.

“Did you like it?” Luke purred as he gently stroked his fingertips across the teen’s scarred flesh.

“I… What was that?” Ezra whispered.

“You know what that was.” Luke nuzzled the boy’s neck, pressing kisses to the warm skin. “I think you liked it.” His hands slipped down to rub the erection tenting the teen’s pants.

Ezra gasped, hips jerking upward into the touch. He had liked the video, but it confused him. His head felt strange and it was hard to think. Everything felt wrong. The deacon was touching him gently, giving him pleasure without pain. That was new.

Ezra didn’t want it, though. He didn’t want to be curled up in the frightening man’s lap and be petted, never knowing when things would start hurting. He wanted Joshua. Tears choked the teen as he struggled out of Luke’s lap. He pressed the heels of his hands to his closed lids, dizzy and frightened.

Ezra wanted Abby. He wanted her to fix his cuts and speak to him in her calm confident voice. He wanted to lay in Joshua’s bed and look at the galaxy on the ceiling. He wanted Josh to hold him, tell Ezra he wasn’t bad. He’d memorized Abby’s phone number… Maybe, he could call, just to hear her voice. It was late, but she’d said he could call anytime.

Ezra squeaked in surprise as long arms caught him from behind and pulled him into an uncomfortable embrace.

“Where you going, huh?” Luke’s breath stank of alcohol. “We were just starting to have some fun.”

“I’m t-tired and I don’t feel good,” Ezra stammered, swaying in the deacon’s hold. “I just want to go to bed.”

“That sounds like a great idea.” Something hard poked Ezra in the ass as Luke rolled his hips forward. “I’ll join you.”

The teen stumbled forward, nearly falling over the coffee table as he arched away from the deacon.

“No!” Ezra’s breath hitched. “Please, I don’t want you to. I don’t want any of this.” His head felt too large for his body as he swayed on his feet.

“Don’t play hard to get.” Luke’s hands clenched into fists. “Do you even know how I feel about you?” His words were slightly slurred from the booze, like his tongue was too thick for his mouth. “You’re the one. It’s always been you, from the first time you batted those fucking eyes at me.” Luke ran a hand through his already mussed hair. “I may play around with other boys, but it doesn’t mean anything with them. You’re the one I love, the one I want to be with.”

Ezra scooted backwards, eyes wide in disbelief.

“Look, I have it all figured out,” The deacon stepped towards the horrified boy, stretching out a hand. “We can be together. You don’t have to pretend anymore.” Luke’s lips split in a happy grin. “I live on the other side of town, but it’s right next to the community college. I talked to your dad. When you’re done with high school you’ll come live with me. I don’t work as much as Paul and he wants me to keep an eye on you. You can go to college and we can be together every day.”

Luke opened his arms, as though he was ready for Ezra to leap into his embrace. The teen turned away, terrified by the deacon’s words. Live with Deacon Luke, without his father ever there to keep the man in check?

Ezra felt sick.

He wanted Abby and Joshua. He didn’t want to stay there with Luke until his dad got back. How long was Dad going to be gone? Ezra couldn’t remember. Probably until Friday. Ezra wouldn’t be able to take it. Even with his time at school, the evenings and nights would be long and unbearable.

Ezra remembered the number. He could call Abby. Joshua would come.

The teen stumbled, drunk and drugged, toward the hall where the telephone was.

“Where are you going?” Luke called angrily. “You don’t just turn your back on someone who offers their heart to you, you little shit!”

“I don’t want it!” Ezra called over his shoulder as he finally reached the phone.

The teen’s hazel eyes widened as he saw Luke stomping towards him, rage in every step. Ezra snatched the cordless and bolted for the stairs. The teen bounced off the bannister and the wall as he struggled to reach his room. Luke paused for a fortifying pull off the liquor bottle, before forcing his feet up the steps. Ezra reached his door before the deacon had made it to the second floor. The teen slammed the door behind him, looking around for anything he could use to block it. There was nothing that would work. The dresser was too heavy to move in time and everything else was too lightweight. Even his bed was too small with its narrow mattress and spindly frame.

Ezra pressed his back hard against the wood, trying to dial with shaking hands. He messed up twice, having to cancel and try again. Ezra yelped, dropping the phone entirely as Luke began banging violently on the door. The boy scrambled to pick it up while keeping the pressure on the barrier behind him. He’d just gotten his fingers around the hard slick plastic when the door behind him seemed to explode inward, knocking the teen across the room.

Luke stomped into the room, shoving aside the door he’d kicked off its hinges. By some miracle, Ezra had kept hold of the phone. His shoulder ached where he’d knocked into the dresser, but he paid it no mind as he punched the buttons. He prayed he was remembering the number right.

Luke was on the teen in moment, fighting him for the phone. The deacon cursed as he gripped Ezra’s wrist and slammed it backward into the sharp corner of the dresser. There was a sickening snap and Ezra screamed as he felt something in his forearm give in a way it shouldn’t have. The phone dropped from the teen’s limp fingers.

Luke snatched up the phone, leaving Ezra on the floor cradling his arm.

“Who the fuck were you calling?” Luke bellowed. “You fucking around with somebody and thought they’d come to your goddamn rescue?” The man’s face was nearly purple as he shouted down at the sobbing boy. “Is it some little bastard from your stupid school?” Luke demanded before his eyebrows lifted. “I know. It’s that fancy little college fuck you weaseled your daddy into letting you help.”

Luke snorted derisively, but his gaze turned icy as Ezra looked up at him with guilt painted across his face. Joshua wasn’t like that, but Ezra had wanted him to be. The college student couldn’t be a faggot, no matter what he’d confessed while lying on his bed with Ezra. Josh being gay was a constant guilt-inducing fantasy of the teen’s.

“You little shit!”

The deacon’s foot snapped forward to catch the teen in the ribs. The force threw Ezra backwards, catching the back of his head on a knob of a dresser drawer. His vision narrowed as dizziness swamped him. He couldn’t even hear the deacon’s raving with the roaring in his ears. He yelped and curled into a ball when Luke flung the phone at him. It smashed just above the teen’s head, showering him with sharp bits of plastic and metal.

Ezra screamed as the deacon reached down, grabbing the boy’s ankle and yanking Ezra towards him. The teen scrabbled with his good arm, but couldn’t stop himself from being dragged to his bed and flung facedown on the comforter. Ezra screamed again as he landed on his arm, his vision going white for several seconds. He thought he was going to throw up. He hardly noticed when Luke roughly removed the teen’s pants, nearly pulling Ezra off the bed as he did.

Ezra sobbed raggedly, his eyes squeezed shut as though that could make everything disappear. Something wet and cold smeared between his asscheeks and he lurched forward, trying to crawl away. I rough hand in the middle of his back held him still as the slimy touch forced itself inside him.

Ezra didn’t comprehend that it was Luke’s lubricated fingers violating him, that the man had been prepared with a bottle of slick in his pocket. The teen couldn’t hear the deacon’s nonstop words, either. All Ezra seemed to know was fear, pain, and a desperate desire for escape.

“Dammit, I wanted to make this nice for you.” Luke scowled as he shoved a third finger inside Ezra’s quaking body. “I know I messed up that first time when you were younger. I was too impatient.” The fingers spread and pushed, opening Ezra up. “And you were probably too young, too small. I didn’t mean for it to hurt you that much.” Luke wiped his messy hand on Ezra’s bedcovers. “This time, though, you’re going to love it.” He lined himself up and pressed the head of his thick cock to the teen’s entrance. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”

Luke kept Ezra pinned as he shoved himself balls deep into the boy. The preparation had been clumsy, hasty, and not enough. Ezra’s eyes snapped wide as his mouth opened in a ragged scream. Luke’s hand slapped over the teen’s mouth, stifling his cries as the deacon began a rough rhythm. Every harsh thrust pulled on Ezra’s insides, sending spikes of pain lancing through him. Every movement jostled him, making his arm throb angrily and his head ache.

Ezra clenched his teeth. Eventually, it would be over. Deacon Luke would finish and then he’d stop. The pain and humiliation wouldn’t last forever, it only felt like it would. Nausea sat high in his throat, threatening to spill over every time he was moved. The teen focused his eyes on the clock next to his bed. He breathed through his nose and counted the seconds as they ticked by, then the minutes, trying to lose himself in the glowing numbers of the little machine. Ezra ignored every filthy and demeaning thing Luke grunted in his ear, letting the words turn into a droning noise that he didn’t have to pay attention to.

There was time and there was pain. Ezra clung to both, letting them fill his mind. His pretty hazel eyes were glassy and distant, but Luke didn’t notice. The deacon was enthralled in using the young body beneath him.

The minutes kept rolling by, the seconds ticking. It startled Ezra when the deacon finally shoved himself deep inside him and groaned out his completion.

More seconds, more minutes, Deacon Luke’s body heavy on top of Ezra making it hard to breathe. When the man began snoring, the teen carefully scooted out from under him, wincing when the deacon’s flaccid member slipped from Ezra’s body. He tried not to think of what was left inside him, sticky and slimy. The boy would have rolled onto his back to stop the sensation of cooling liquid trickling across his skin, but the bed was too narrow. He wouldn’t risk waking the deacon.

Ezra was exhausted and hurting. He wanted to sleep, maybe dream of something better than what his life had become. His eyes wouldn’t seem to close, however. So, he continued to watch his clock and tried not to think or feel anything. He tried to ignore his arm, which was swelling rapidly, and every other pain in his abused body.

Ezra tracked the passing hours, silent and unmoving. He tensed when Luke’s snores cut off and the man moved around on the bed. Ezra kept still, eyes craning in his head to see where the man was and what he was doing. The deacon sat on the edge of the mattress, liquor bottle in hand. His elbows rested on his knees, body hunched over. He only straightened to tip the bottle back and pour its contents past his lips. He hissed a little after every gulp, grimacing at the harsh bite of the alcohol. Only a little remained when he tossed the bottle to the side with a thunk.

Ezra’s eyes snapped closed as Luke laid down again. The deacon’s hands traced the lines of the teen’s body. His fingers skimmed over scars, bruises, and smooth unbroken skin. Ezra stayed still, trying to pretend to be asleep, though his breaths were too fast and his heart was thudding in his chest. The touch moved downward, tracing his ass and thighs, before slipping to the small teen’s hips. Luke got a good hold and tugged Ezra to the middle of the bed, laying the boy on his stomach. Ezra didn’t move, tried not to breathe. The movement had set his arm and head to throbbing again.

Neither of them said anything as Luke pushed Ezra’s legs apart. The teen’s teeth sunk into his lip to stifle a cry as the deacon’s hard length pushed into him. Ezra tasted blood. His eyelids squeezed shut, forcing tears to escape and trace his cheeks. Their breaths, the occasional grunt, and the low creak of the bed were the only sounds in the room. Luke wasn’t rough and fast this time. He was almost gentle as he slid deep inside the boy beneath him, then withdrew, before sinking deep again.

It was almost worse that way. Ezra hated it. The pain and cruelty were like an embodiment of the bitter disgust inside him. This slow, careful, gentle rape allowed his mind to function too well. It let him be far too aware of every movement and sound. It dragged on and on. Ezra just wanted it to be over. He trembled and Luke dropped a soft kiss to the back of his head.

Ezra tried to clench the hand of his hurt arm. Pain ripped through his limb like fire. That was good. It stopped his mind from thinking so much. There was only the pain. Nothing else was happening. Focus on the pain.

Cold sweat covered Ezra and he was seriously considering throwing up by the time Luke grunted twice and came. The deacon sighed contentedly before rolling onto his side, pulling Ezra with him. Luke pulled a blanket over them and snuggled Ezra close before his snores filled the room again. Ezra spent hours staring at nothing, not even bothering with watching the clock, until his exhaustion overwhelmed him and he finally fell asleep.