fresh meat (CHANCE)

[jonathon]

Jonathan lay in bed, listening to the rain outside. Ben was packing his things to go to Alberta for a conference. It would just be Jonathan and the kids for five whole days. He liked the sound of it. It had been a couple of weeks since he had been able to explore Matt. As he watched his boyfriend finish getting packed, he kissed him and followed him downstairs.

Jonathan looked at the clock. It was four AM. The house was completely silent once Ben drove away. Jonathan checked on the kids, feeling himself getting hard just looking at them. But tonight, he wasn't going to wake up Christina or Megan or Matt. Tonight, he had a new conquest in mind.

Chance had been brought into the home two days ago. Jonathan absolutely adored him from the second he met him, and had even commented. "You're a pretty little thing," he had said. Thoughts of him consumed his mind, so when Ben left, Jonathan locked the front door and grabbed his gun. That was the advantage to being in the navy; you get weapons. He slipped into the room where Matt lay sleeping in one bed, and Chance in the other. Smirking, he closed the bedroom door and locked it. Chance was going to be his tonight.

Instantly, he was at the bed with the twenty-three year old. Very carefully, he slid down his pajama pants. He didn't want to wake him, not just yet anyways. He pushed the cloth of his boxers aside until he caught a glimpse of his genetalia. H touched the tip of his penis gently before leaning down. His lips slowly covering the male member, he began to suck on the sleeping man.

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance had known about Jonathan before he moved in with his dad, but if anything, he thought it gave him an ample opportunity to serve as protector to his younger siblings. Common sense with Chance was a funny and fickle thing. He was brilliant in just about everything else, but so technical that it was almost comical at times. And he wasn't necessarily without the human compulsion to think Not me. Anyone else, but not him. It was worse for a boy that had actually been someone that once upon a time would say that bad things could and would happen to him. Jonathan had creeped him out since the moment he got there, mostly because of that one comment that left a chill down Chance's spine. Basically, he ignored him. It wasn't like he had to say anything to him. He wasn't his father and he was an adult... He'd been asleep soundly for hours by the time Jonathan got there. After a year in different establishments in rural areas, Chance was used to sleeping through a lot. He was sound and still, even when the man first touched him.

He didn't even stir. But when the mouth touched him, it wasn't Chance that stirred, it was a natural response below his waist. The blood warmed downward, and it took a couple of minutes for Chance's body to recognize that there was someone touching him. Like all humans, arousal while sleeping wasn't uncommon in the first place, but the touch... That shouldn't happen. He shifted, groaning both from touch and because he was waking up. When his blue eyes started to open up, he was stuck in a fog, but aware enough to know something was wrong. Someone was touching him! "Get off!" The yelp came before he even had time to register what was happening. The body worked in amazing ways. His subconscious knew he was in trouble before he did and kicked his heart into beating faster and his body was ready to move so he reached down and tried to push the man's head off of him. What the hell!? This had to be some sort of nightmare, some twisted manifestation of how he felt being in there. He was too tired to think logically and that terrified him worse.

[jonathon]

Jonathan ignored his yelp, but when he actually pushed his head, it made him angry. Grabbing his gun, He put it to the younger man's chest and cupped his hand over his mouth. His eyes glared into Chance's. He was pretty, yes, but he was not going to be given special treatment. In fact, Jonathon decided that he needed to know the rules. He pressed his hand against his mouth firmly before speaking.

"Shut up" He growled. "If you wake your brother, I'll blow his fucking head off and anyone else that wakes from the noise. So just lay still and don't say a word." His voice was low and threatening. After issuing the warning, however, he decided to lean in and kiss Chance's neck. He loved his soft skin. Eventually, he would get Chance down into the basement. But there was plenty of time for that. The others would not be waking for a while. Jonathan was not going to rush anything.

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance's eyes widened when he felt the barrel of a gun to his chest. He let out a quiet whimper against his hand, his body freezing. A part of him wanted to just fight him, test it and hopefully get away from him. He stared up into his eyes, full of fear and confusion all mixed around. This had to be a dream. Some terrible, terrible dream. He would just close his eyes and wake up. Wake up! Since he was too afraid to move, he didn't even think to pinch himself. A gun to his chest kind of silenced any thoughts like that. Then, he had to make that threat. His gaze was cast sideways to his brother. He didn't want to see him die, or anyone else for that matter. He just wanted Jonathan to leave him alone! He couldn't exactly say anything with the hand on his mouth, but when those lips touched his neck, he squirmed. It wasn't the pleasurable squirm that came when a girl kissed his neck, but instead a disgusted one, the type where he wanted to get away. He shook his head, signalling no, before his hand slipped down, slipped right to Jonathan's wrist that had the gun and actually grabbed onto it.

He didn't know what he was doing. He didn't attempt to pry it away, he had just grabbed on. Maybe it would keep it from pointing at anyone else. And if he could think of a way to get him off and have the gun to himself... Then he'd be safe. The problem was, he wasn't thinking entirely clearly. He was afraid, but more awake by the second. He didn't want to be touched, or killed. He wanted to be left alone to sleep. Although, after that, sleep would be the last thing that he would do. The man was disgusting to him and not only because he was a man. Chance was straight, but he wasn't homophobic. The man had hurt his siblings, he was disgusting and creepy and he didn't want to submit to anything.

[jonathon]

Jonathan looked at him, dumbfounded. He was actually touching the gun? Pressing it up into his throat, he cocked it and glared. He was going to stay in the room for a little bit, but Chance was not behaving very well. Standing up but keeping the gun aimed at Chance, he snarled "Stand up." Oh, the boy was going to find out who was in control here.

He took a step back and stroked Matt's cheek before he kissed it "I'll be back for you," he whispered to the sleeping teenager. He liked it when they were sleeping. They were helpless little doves when they slept. After running his hand down Matt's stomach, he played with his testes through the blanket before he looked at Chance again. "You're coming with me."

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance swallowed hard when the gun was pressed to his throat. Strangely, he kept his hand there the whole time, even after it was cocked. He looked him straight in the eye, not necessarily defiant, but not cowering either. He just couldn't look away; that was the problem. When he got up, Chance didn't, but he did quickly readjust his clothes to make sure he was fully covered. He wanted to hide in his clothes, under his blankets and never come out again. As he watched him near Matt though, it compelled him to stand up from the bed. He still wasn't speaking, afraid to wake the other boy up. He shook his head, not wanting him touch Matt. He wanted to run at him and punch him. Chance wasn't a fighter. He never had been. The boy was an intellectual, he was a scientist. He knew how the world worked on a molecular level but couldn't use his fists to get a point across. Slowly, he walked forward, his arms habitually folding at his abdomen. That brain of his was churning though, planning.

He did walk to the door, however. The gun was a huge motivator. He planned to follow him. Although, he couldn't for the life of him figure out where he wanted to take him. But, if he could keep him from going back to Matt, then well, everything might be okay. It wasn't for him, not at all. The best idea he had was to turn into some kind of super power grab the gun and shoot him in the groin. Yeah, that'd teach him. But unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen, because one, super powers didn't exist and two... Well, one kind of summed up all the reasons why he wouldn't be fighting with that method. Instead, he waited to follow, silent as can be. Because of Matt...

[jonathon]

The kid was smart. Had he said no, Jonathan would have had some fun with his younger brother, and maybe even one of his sisters. Since he went to the door, Jonathan unlocked it and grabbed his arm "Get yourself down to the basement." The order was clear and in a low whisper. Once in the basement, Chance could make all the noise and protests he wanted. Noone could hear him; it was sound proof.

But Jonathan wasn't going to just let Chance walk. He wasn't wasting any time. Sure, he had five days to do this. He also had eight other kids in the house. So, he reached down and slid his hand down Chance's boxers. He massaged him gently and felt himself getting hard. Oh, he was going to have some fun tonight.

[Chance Del Rossi]

The basement? Chance looked at him fearfully, the repulsion alight in his gaze. But he nodded, and started to exit the room when he froze at the hand beneath his clothes. It felt cold to him and hands often were in comparison to the body heat beneath clothes. By now, there was nothing left of his arousal. The response was finished, and Chance was the type of boy that didn't find himself responding when he was afraid. Some did, some didn't. Chance's muscles tensed and he pulled away from him and started to head to the basement. He was listening to the bastard but he wasn't going to freeze again. He couldn't. Since he already knew the layout of the house, it didn't take long to find the basement door and to head down there. He had no idea what he was getting himself into. In fact, he didn't want to know. He just wanted to wake up now (please).

He was counting backwards in his head, rationalizing and throwing random facts at himself in an attempt to get a plan rolling. He couldn't let this happen. It was flooding his mind with fogged split up memories. Things that were so far repressed and half nonexistent because he was heavily drugged at the time, but they were enough to be blurry. Blurry thoughts he never thought about. "Please, leave me alone." Once he was there, he spoke up. They were far enough away from people for it not to matter, he thought. He had no idea that the room was soundproof. But, it was the first thing he had said since his yelp in the room when he first woke up.

[jonathon]

Jonathan glared coldly when he pulled away. He followed swiftly, and when he heard his plea, he scoffed and punched his face. He turned on the light, showing the chains on the walls and the toys he liked to use on the kids. He shot a bullet into a can that was right beside Chance to give him a scare. He then cocked it again and pointed it at the kid's head.

"Face the wall and stand against it." If Chance didn't know what Matt, Megan, and Hayleigh had gone through and were still going through....he was about to find out. If Chance didn't like it, he could leave. Well, he couldn't at the moment. Jonathan would rape Matt in front of him then kill them both if he tried. But once he was done with Chance, he could either leave or put up with it. This was his house, after all.

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance let out a quiet whimper, dropping his head and putting his hand over his face when punched. He didn't fight back, and didn't say anything. He shrank. It had been years since anyone hit him, let alone even raised a hand at him. The last person to even lift a hand had been met with a screaming and terrified kid, but the people before that, his real parents, they were always met with silence. Suddenly, he felt that same weakness that he knew when he was small, that same fear and sinking feeling that all was wrong. But, it wasn't his fault. He was quiet, nearly shaking when he heard the gunshot that made him flinch. How fast was that? He looked at the gun, then the can, and mumbled to himself, "3,000 fps at best. Which means it'd only take 0.000666--Repeating six of a second, approximately. Can't be accurate without the right measurements, but it'd be close." He was mumbling quietly to himself, doing the math in his head at a fast rate. There was a shakiness to him and an inability to look up. When he saw the wall and the chains and toys, however, he felt sick and looked at him again. He wanted to say no, wanted to yell at him and scream and fight, but he was just standing there, doing the math. When told to stand against the wall, he almost whimpered out loud.

Quietly, he sidled over to the wall, facing it. He feared what would happen next and felt absolutely vulnerable. "Don't. Just leave me alone, I'm not a kid. You're sick..." He was talking, his voice finally lifting above the mumbling he was doing when he was stuck in his head. He was already asking for nothing to happen, he wanted him to go away. He wanted this to disappear. He couldn't even think psychology and get into the man's head. He might be able to find a way to make it easier on him, but he couldn't. He didn't even think that way. Psychology came easy for him, but not as easy as science and math. That was where his mind went when it defaulted, that and facts, not rational psychological work ups.

[jonathon]

Jonathan smirked and set the gun down. He walked up behind Chance and slid his hands to the bottom of his shirt. He really hoped Chance didn't actually think he would be able to do this dressed. That wouldn't be any fun! He started to pull the shirt off of Chance. "You know where Ben is?" he asked, kissing his shoulder. "On a plan going across the country. I have you all to myself until the end of the week." And he planned on enjoying it, too.

He looked around and back at the young man. "We can wake up Hayleigh. I can do you both at the same time." he suggested. It didn't matter to him if Hayleigh was the baby of the family, and was just fourteen. His own daughter learned what the basement was for when she was twelve. Age, after all, is nothing but a number.

[Chance Del Rossi]

"7,200 minutes, 432,000 seconds..." He whispered under his breath when he told him where Ben was. Five days. Five days. And adding up the minutes and seconds made it ten times worse. His whole body shuddered when the shirt was pulled off. His smooth, pale skin wasn't without some flaw on his back however. It was completely healed over by now, nothing more than thin white marks of scars that hadn't been open in fifteen years and they were just straight lines horizontally on his lower back. Just above his waist band. It had always been the same area with his parents and it hadn't happened often really. It was the seclusion and trapping that happened more often. Those were the only scars he had on his entire body. Except for a burn on his left wrist when he learned that cooking didn't happen without accidents just a year ago. "You can't do this. Don't. I want to go back to bed." He was scared, and he felt like a kid, not like the mature adult he should have been feeling like. But when he mentioned Hayleigh, his eyes widened.

"No! No, please. Don't. I--anything but that." He hated the last words, but that was his baby sister. She was so young too! Only what? 13? 14 now? Chance felt bad that he couldn't remember the exact of her age. He got her mixed up sometimes, he got them all mixed up sometimes. He couldn't let that happen to her, not because of him. He wanted to protect them, but this was never the way he wanted it to be done. He didn't want anyone to touch him, to hurt him or to even look at him. And now he didn't have much of a choice, did he? He felt weak. He couldn't fight him. One, he had a gun, and two... Well, he wasn't a good fighter.

[jonathon]

Jonathan chuckled at the way his body shuddered. He loved it. He also loved it when a child screamed. And make no mistake, he had every intention of making Chance scream. Of course, he would wait to tell him that the room was soundproof until he did. He cherished the fear in someone's eyes when he told them that for the first time.

Anything. That was what Chance had said. As he placed Chance's right arm in a shackle attached to the wall, he slipped under it and stood in front of him, facing him."You Del Rossi's overuse that word. Anything. I've heard it from all of your siblings. Especially the girls. They never mean it." They had used it when he was beating them and they couldn't take anymore of it. Then when they realized that anything meant sex or worse, they always tried to beg out of it. Of course, it was always too late.His grabbed his chin to make sure he had to gaze in his eyes. "but Ben says you're smart. You got a PHD or something. You know not to use that word unless you mean it, don't you?" and with that, he kissed his lips forcefully.

[Chance Del Rossi]

Chance didn't even make the smallest attempt to fight him. He wasn't sure that he could if he tried. None of this made sense to him. He let his arm be shackled, because he figured struggling with it would cause some sort of unnecessary wave of pain. If it wasn't for his siblings, Chance would have been yelling at him by now. He would have figured out exactly how to fight and struggle. But, instead, they kept playing on his mind. They didn't deserve this. He wanted Jonathan to disappear. He wanted his father. He knew if Ben had any idea, this wouldn't be happening to them. He wouldn't let it! As he slipped in front of him, Chance's gaze forcefully looked away until he forced his chin up. And in that moment, his eyes met his. There was hatred there, a seething anger that didn't show in his actual body. There was fear too, which had manifested itself more physically than anything else. Listening to him made him sick, and he shook his head. What was he supposed to say? How was he supposed to defend them?

"More than one," he corrected him flatly, not sounding arrogant or even like he was bragging. It was a very simple correction. He wasn't just smart. When he kissed him, his eyes shut and while he didn't pull away, he refused to return it. "I—I don't know if I mean it. But you hardly seem like a negotiator. And maybe, maybe I would do anything for them. I can't know that, you never know that for sure." He replied shakily. He was a rambler and he couldn't exactly help it. When his emotions were too high, then he became a yammerer. His thoughts were even worse and the things he thought of were semi-insane, jumbled logic.

[jonathon]

Jonathan rolled his eyes at the rambling. "Shut up," he ordered. Oh, they would find out if he meant it. He did the same to his left arm as he had done to his right before grabbing hold of the clothing covering his bottom half. With Chance unable to fight him, he pulled them down and massaged his penis gently.

He then went back to the blow job he had been giving him earlier. He had to finish what he started, right? He slid his tongue against it as he took his entire member in his mouth, moaning softly. Ben couldn't give him the same pleasure that he took from his children.When he finished, he stood up then forced his tongue into Chances mouth.