Cody was feeling very happy, he felt like the happiest person in the world, as if he had everything he ever expected. Things couldn’t get better than this. Moreover, he also had what he never expected.
Cody walked along the corridor heading to his class. The hallway was long and he took his time, contemplating his newly acquired confidence. Declaring there was nothing to hide on campus anymore, either from himself or anyone else. So today, head held high, he carried himself like the sexy nerd he was, though his slightly muscular build belied his appearance.
It was rare to nonexistent he was ever bullied in school or college, because he didn’t present his true self. The day he learned that lesson, he was his normal self at junior high school. The berating was enough for him to change how he appeared to what the bullies expected. He knew neither of his parents nor any of his friends were going to stand by him when he needed them. In a precautionary defense, he adjusted to blend into the crowd, and hid himself deep in the closet. Today however, he opened that closet and walked along the hallway of the campus as the nerd he really was.
“Seems we have another faggot in college,” someone shouted behind him. It was quite a long time since he had heard such a statement about himself. He knew it was aimed specifically at him. He smiled and turned to them. Well, they appeared to be the typical jocks. Their physical appearance told him they could be college athletes or fighters. Either way, they were smart, but of course didn’t come close to anywhere near his man of choice. Max, his Max, was much better than these jocks. There was nothing to fear from them. He always felt comfortable surrounded by Max’s strong arms. Max was his, and then a naughty thought traversed his mind and the next moment he blew a kiss at them.
It was a sin. Definitely!!!
“How can I forgive a faggot flirting with us?” One of them barked at him with snarling lips and hatred burning in his eyes. With a final smile, Cody turned, continuing on his way to his class. There was no chance they would enter the classroom to pull him out or do any kind of nonsense in front of other people. Cody was very confident about this, trusting in himself and his boyfriend.
But by this time, they had attracted the attention of everyone standing in the hallway. He knew he was infamous now. A few looked with admiration, a few with disgust, only a few smiled. ‘I have known these jocks do the same with other people. But I am not just anyone.’ Thinking, he entered the class with his killer attitude. He could hear them laughing and talking about him behind his back, but he also knew they didn’t have the guts to enter the classroom to touch him.
Cody strutted to his seat, smiling hugely at the professor as he sat, only for it to fall flat when he saw who stood at the front of the class. It wasn’t Professor Max, but a lady giving a lecture on a different topic to what he expected. He scanned the classroom realizing it was indeed a different class there. The lecturer looked at him and smiled. She understood he’d entered into the wrong class by default. They exchanged smiles. He stayed sitting where he was. After a while, he messaged one of his fellow classmates and found out the lecture was canceled as the professor had taken an abrupt leave of absence. He had to leave the city. An information note was hung the day before but, since he remained lost in his own thoughts the whole while, he hadn’t noticed it.
‘Why should I notice it? He should have told me this in person.’ Cody sulked in his place. ‘Whatever the urgent work was, he should have told me. The least he could have done was drop me a message.’ He stamped his foot catching everyone’s attention. Immediately he apologized, and ran out of the classroom. ‘An email or text, even a handwritten note would have done.’ A tear rolled down his cheek.
For him his lectures were like dates. He’d get ready in his best clothes, then Max would come up to him, touch his hands, his hair, pretend he admired his workings out and surreptitiously hold his hand, teach him how to do some new calculations, or draw some math symbols, while whispering dirty words into his ear as he leaned his muscular body against Cody. Today his date was abruptly canceled, because his boyfriend dumped him. He smiled at the bad tease but he couldn’t do anything about it. Max always behaved like he was the boss, holding all the rights and will to manage him.
Stamping, fuming he walked down the hallway. It was quieter than earlier. Everyone had gone to their respective classes. He was one of the few roaming the corridors. He looked for the group of jocks but they were missing too. ‘Perhaps, they knew who my boyfriend is,’ he smiled, and blushed on his thoughts. He dropped a message to Max and asked him to call him back. It was blunt, short, and to the point, expressing his anger. ‘He may be the professor of the class but he is my boyfriend.’ He sulked again.
He roamed around, through the park, went to the cafeteria for a while, and then went back outside. He was looking for something to pass the time. On not finding anything to do, he walked back through the hallway then went downstairs, deciding to go to his locker to get his swim trunks and towel, thinking to distract himself in the swimming pool. Cody decided to have a swim in the serene water to help himself think. The sudden stress had arrived on not finding his boyfriend teaching his class. He smiled and walked over to his locker.
Feeling lighter as he had taken a positive stance on his stress, Cody started throwing his stuff inside his locker. Suddenly, he felt a strong punch in the small of his back, then he was bombarded with punches and kicks all over. His head hit the locker door hard and he felt a mild faintness. He turned and found it was the same jocks who tried to taunt him in the hallway, but before he could react and fight back, the leader immediately twisted Cody’s arm around behind his back, locking it in a painful angle, pushing him forward towards the nearest changing-room. Testing the door by rattling the knob and kicking it for good measure, it was apparent it was locked. They searched a few more doors, every room was locked, when one member of the gang spotted a sign at the top of some dark stairs saying, Basement Keep Out. Realizing they were going to drag him down there, Cody opened his mouth to shout for help. The leader quickly covered his mouth with his rough hand, suppressing his scream to a mumbled gasp.
With trepidation, Cody knew what was going to happen to him now. Fear ran throughout his body and tears rolled down his face. No one saw him being taken forcefully down the stairs. Nonetheless, he expected help to come from somewhere. As they each took a turn on the attack, he was aware of how isolated it was, and he was untraceable in the college. Hidden from prying eyes, they started punching him again. Those members who hadn’t got the opportunity to touch him yet, wanted to lay bruises on him. When all had a go, they continued further into the basement. It was in complete darkness, each one of them startled by the pitch black. The gang was big and some of them had brains here and there.
The search for the light switch began, pressing every button until they hit the jackpot. The sudden brightness of the lights made them all blink. After their eyes adjusted, they could see in fact that only a few lights worked, and those that did were rather dull and cast an eerie glow, leaving most of the basement in darkness. It was a large room with a couple of doors and a tunnel leading off somewhere. To Cody, the basement looked endless, with shadows flickering from the swinging lights, that one member thought was funny to jump up and set in motion.
The basement was dirty, and large, nasty, smelling puddles were dotted all over the floor. It smelled dank and musty, and Cody could see black mold growing on the walls. Cockroaches scurrying out of the light, were not quick enough for some of the gang, who found great pleasure in stamping on them, laughing at the crunching noises they made. All sorts of ugly-looking and smelling rodents, including rats and mice must have been living down there. It was of course a perfect place to torture someone and hide their body. The dead could go undetected for months, or at least until the body started to stink, and the rodents and insects would be happy feasting on a decomposing body.
Cody didn’t want to experience anything like that himself. One of the guys kneed him right in the balls. Cody screamed, his eyes watering, realizing his mouth was free, he screamed as loud as possible, before a punch to the stomach knocked the wind out of him. He wanted to negotiate his freedom while he could, or at the very least talk to them. Cody wanted to escape but his arm was still imprisoned by the gang-leader.
After someone shouted his name, Cody knew that the gang leader was called Chad. He was the product of his upbringing, brought up in a harsh environment. His dad drummed into him that men should always be men and any weakness was a sin. Women were to be chained to the kitchen sink and were second class citizens. Gays and weak men were deemed a disgrace to his values. Chad was beaten for any infraction, imagined or real. Being the leader of the gang took the pressure off his home life, and was an excuse to prey on men he saw as stronger than him, who could challenge him physically and mentally.
Chad twisted Cody’s arm further up his back while yanking his head back by his hair. “Try to fucking scream again and we will cut your fucking tongue out. Understand?” Chad growled. Cody nodded. He struggled to escape from him, but the gang surrounded him on all sides. One rather sturdy jock stood in front of him. His menacing face scared Cody more than any of the others. By the way he held himself, Cody got the feeling this guy had caused a lot of damage to others before. He shivered at the enjoyment he could see reflected in the man’s eyes. He could punch Cody at any time. They were staring into the other’s eyes, one guilty of nothing, and the other charged guilty for being something unusual.
Before Cody could speak, Chad threw him down to the floor, landing on his hands and knees, while also preventing his face from landing in the dirty water. Suddenly the basement floor was alive with cockroaches. Cockroaches and a mouse ran around them all, approaching, thinking he was a good morsel to eat, but the noise frightened them away. Chad kicked at Cody’s ass as hard as he could and Cody fell face-first into a puddle. Despite quickly closing his mouth, he still managed to swallow some of the filthy water and he breathed some up his nostrils. Cody spit out the water mixed with blood from his nose when it smashed into the floor. His lip had a small cut where he had bitten it while trying to keep his mouth closed.
All kinds of disgust and irritation ran up his spine. His bones were chilled but his blood was on fire. He wanted to kick out at them and fight back and he could have if they only came one by one.
Individually, they didn’t warrant that sturdy a threat, but together, it was their strength. Evil stayed together.
He pulled himself up by his arms, but soon each one of the gang started kicking and punching at his back, legs, thighs, and ass. He screamed in pain at each hit, again and again. Then one of the guys came to stand in front of his face. He took hold of Cody’s hair, pulled it, and slapped his face repeatedly, reopening his split lip. Blood trickled out of his nose, and screams slipped from his mouth once again. Cody became hysterical. Someone kicked him hard in his stomach causing him to lose the contents. Vomiting over the boots of one. Spitting out the remaining bile, Cody was forcefully dragged away from the stench and mess. “He needs to have his fucking mouth stuffed with my dick. That would shut the fucker up.” Cody blanched at these words as they came from the scariest guy there.
“Go on Swiss give it to him. His screaming is pissing me off and someone could hear.” Tammy joked. Tammy was Swiss’s shadow, he followed him everywhere and idolized the ground he walked on. Chad smiled at Swiss, knowing that when he wasn’t cutting up animals and kids, he liked to stick his dick into any available hole, preferably an unwilling mouth, hence being named after the Swiss Army Knife.
Cody looked up to find Swiss standing in front of him, staring intently at him for a few minutes, then once again Swiss slapped him across the face, and holding his cheeks, pressed his fingers inside. He lifted his face higher and spit over it to make a point and then he replied to Jockey, “Do you think this worthless bastard deserves to hold this fucker? Does he deserve to kiss my dick, take it deep in his throat and swallow my cum? Gagging on it as I plunge deeper and deeper? God, I want to rip his flesh, and make him bleed for me. He’s fucking whimpering like a dog, with an innocence and purity that ought to be defiled.”
“His screams are like a song ringing in my ears.” Martin laughed sheepishly.
“Tammy, you are correct we need to stuff his mouth with something so he can’t scream. Then, if he tries to scream it would be… a silent scream echoing inside his mouth.” At these words, a few members had to readjust their pants, thoughts of silent screams and stuffing mouths were desires they craved. Guys standing around were becoming restless, needing to harness their adrenaline fuelled hatred into something physical. Shouting at Cody as they once again started their attack, kicking and punching everywhere they could reach. When it looked as though Cody was losing consciousness, Chad told them to stop. Cody wasn’t sure whether he was relieved when they stopped, he wanted them to stop, but also for blackness to descend, to take him away.
“Don’t you think his shirt looks very nice,” Chad laughed leaning over Cody’s ass and pressing his knees into his back and the next moment he pulled Cody’s t-shirt over his torso. The shirt was hooked up as he was leaning on Cody so it didn’t come loose from the waistband of his pants. It pulled tight and Cody felt the pressure at his neck and gagged. He flailed his hands around, attempting to catch something to hit them back with and get away, but two of the guys came running to grab his hands and stood on them crushing his knuckles. They wore leather boots and a pain which couldn’t be explained in words travelled all across Cody’s battered body. He couldn’t say anything, tears rolled down his face. He was crying uncontrollably, turning his head into his shoulder to wipe his runny nose.
Chad lifted off Cody and with the help of the two jocks pinning him down, they rolled Cody onto his back. They stood on his arms preventing him from escaping. Cody now had a better view of the gang, and was shocked by how such good looks could be so evil. They were staring at him with such ill intent, silently watching, eating him hungrily, ready to molest him there, in the college basement, the only witnesses of his torture, perhaps the rodents and cockroaches looking for an opportunity to come and taste him, as these devils tasted him in their way.
“Drowsy, you have something to put in his mouth?” Chad asked someone who was kneeling at Cody’s ankles holding them down so he couldn’t kick out.
“Don’t you see there are so many mice around? Stuff one in his mouth. He would never dare to speak ever again in his life.” Drowsy replied. Drowsy, real name Paul, was a sick son of a bitch, and loved to scare people by describing what he would do to them. He got his nickname because he had narcolepsy and dozed on and off throughout the day. Drowsy kicked at Cody’s heels and each of the members laughed demonically at his situation.
“Drowsy, I bet you are the evilest amongst them. This is the best idea.” Cody gave a chilling laugh, hysteria short-circuiting his logic and a madness taking hold. Chad slapped his face hard to stop the laughter. Cody laughed even harder. Chad punished Cody by leaning on his chest again and again, then twisting his nipples painfully.
“I bet he will love the taste of the mice, they might be tastier than the dirty faggot.s ugly dicks he sucks.” And they started laughing again, but Cody didn’t register when they began hitting him again in his semi-conscious state.
Cody knew he was there only for their amusement at that moment, and perhaps the best so far. He couldn’t believe how anyone could find enjoyment in torturing someone. But today he was witnessing it first hand, and the only thought running through his mind was to find a way to escape, to run away however he could from this place, and far away from these bastards.
They had him trapped in such an ugly situation where he couldn’t formulate a plan to make a move for freedom. He couldn’t make himself think how to arrange this. Fear ruled his brain making his logic recoil and his senses gave in, to preserve his mind from the horror.
“Chad, should I catch a mouse?” Drowsy asked. Cody was stuttering repeatedly about 1984 and rats over and over. He couldn’t believe he was going to eat one of those ugly, dirty looking creatures.
“I think we need to look for some other option. He might contract the plague because of them.” Someone spoke from Cody’s right and he took a deep relaxed breath, at least he wasn’t going to endure having a mouse rammed down this throat.
“I have something which can evoke more terror.” Cody heard a new voice. He wasn’t sure how many gang members had dragged him down to this hellhole. He guessed there were a fair few; he had caught at least five names and now there was a new voice. How many more were lurking in the shadows.
“What are you waiting for?” Chad pointedly asked one member with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. Chad squeezed Cody’s nipples and rubbed his groin over Cody’s, showing his dominance and attitude towards his friends.
Martin removed his bag, and then calmly unzipped it. Martin had come prepared, his bag contained all manner of items, never knowing when something might come in useful. “It...Oh my God! You brought a wonderful thing.” Chad chuckled setting everyone off except Swiss who was holding Cody’s face. He just smiled, and trying to read this meaningful, devilish face was like smoke in space. Cody tried hard not to think about what was hidden in the confines of Martin’s bag. Knives, drugs, instruments of torture. He kept wondering what the guy had taken out from his bag, something really bad, and Cody was not sure what Chad meant. Was it about drugs? Or the horrors in the bag?
Cody shouted out loud. Hissing, Chad made a ball of his shirt and stuffed it into Cody’s mouth to silence him. Cody resisted against it, so the guy sitting over his face slapped him and Chad pinched Cody’s nipples pressing his nails into the skin drawing blood. Cody could not do anything except bear the torture. Cody fought to spit the fabric out of his mouth. “We need to look for something else to shut him up,” Chad hissed.
The gang tolerated Martin with his lower IQ because his parents were loaded; they donated a wing to the college to get him in. Martin took out a roll of duct tape and deftly ripped a piece off handing it to Swiss, who took great pleasure in sticking it over Cody’s mouth, pressing down hard.
Cody started to pant through his nose panicking for breath. Swiss pinched his nose closed, cutting off his air supply. Cody started to shake his head, desperate to dislodge Swiss’ fingers so he could breathe. The more he shook the harder Swiss pinched. Cody began to black out, when suddenly, the fingers were gone. Gasping for breath, Cody wished for his life to end. Scissors brushed over his stomach as they cut through his t-shirt, startling him, making him shudder, which in turn caused the scissors to nick his skin. Fresh tears streaked his face as he imagined the fun they would have cutting his flesh to ribbons. The scissors continued to cut the t-shirt until it hung in two halves over his torso.
Chad stood and handed the scissors to Marco before walking away. Marco was happy to finish cutting the sleeves off. Rolling Cody onto his side to free the t-shirt from his back, Marco began roughly digging the scissors into his back to remove the t-shirt, or he might have been digging into him knowingly, tearing apart his soft skin. His once pale-blue t-shirt was stained with his blood and cut to shreds. They pulled the shirt away tossing it around like a trophy. For the first time, Sonia took control and sat on Cody’s stomach replacing Chad. Sonia was heavier and dug her knees into his ribs laughing, as Cody winced with the pain.
“I wonder if he has anything down there?” said Sonia, and they all started laughing again. “I should check to see if he has a pussy down there.” Cody was stunned at finding lust dripping from their faces. They were drooling and their eyes were dilated. They were all fucking hot for him and that scared him the most. He wasn’t sure what they would do if they removed his pants.
“Man! If you really want to check, we can pull it out, and if you want to fuck him, turn him over and push your dick in. I bet he will enjoy at least that part with us.” Everyone started laughing even more.
They were nothing, just an ugly past from Cody’s scariest nightmares. Sonia stroked her hands all over Cody from his shoulder blades to his nipples and her nails penetrated deep into them, leaving more red scratches in her wake.
“Ooh they are so soft. I bet you would be a great slut in the city. Chad had returned, settling himself back over Cody’s groin. Chad drooled over him. Up to this point, he was fairer than some of the others, but Cody couldn’t bear to be raped by any of them. Cody attempted to speak and move his face, trying to plead in the best way he could, but it was all in vain. They had no plans to let him go.
The guys who were previously standing on his arms, were now sitting beside him holding his wrists securely, while roaming their other hands over his arms. He could feel what they were thinking, and with each of their touches, he was shuddering. He wanted to run of course, as fast and far as he could.
Cody didn’t want to hate himself, but he already hated his stupidity, and loathing was creeping in for getting into this situation. What if anything more happened to him? Cody left the question unanswered.
“What are you waiting for? Let’s get on with it. Get your pants down and sit your ass on his face.” Sonia lusted. She was a bitch and kept scratching Cody’s chest with her long nails. “I want to have complete pleasure of him. His soft skin needs our full attention, don’t you think so?” Swiss laughed devilishly once again.
Swiss sat on his face laughing, so were all the other guys sitting around. “Chad I need something to tie his hands. I want to give some lifelong memories to this jerk.” Swiss ordered.
Chad’s eyes twinkled evilly and he handed Cody’s sleeves over to bind him with. The two guys holding Cody down helped in tying up his hands very tightly together and then raised them above his head, fastening them to a heavy beam lying above his head. Now he couldn’t move his hands at all. Chad ripped the duct tape off Cody’s mouth, taking lots of skin with it. He ran his fingers around Cody’s mouth before sliding them inside stretching it open, and then lowered his face over him. Cody could see Chad so cruelly flicking out his tongue as he leaned further forward. Cody turned his face and Chad’s tongue licked his cheek, otherwise it would have gone in his mouth. ‘Ugh!’ He would not taste the jerks.
Cody’s heart lurched on feeling fingers roaming up and down on the sides of his stomach, and then wandered into the waistband of his pants and boxers, trying to pull them down. The guy sitting next to Chad laughed. “Seems you are quite impatient, you need to unbuckle the belt and then pull them down. This is not some soft skirt. He is a male, not a she like yesterday.” Everyone started laughing.
“See you need some help.” The guy on the left spoke, hastily unbuckling Cody’s belt and Chad helped him pull his pants down. Opening his mouth to shout the loudest he could, Cody felt his legs swinging up in the air. The two guys standing at his feet were lifting him up. Chad controlled himself from falling over Cody’s face by pushing his hands over the top of Cody’s head. He restored his balance before he sat next to him on the damp floor. “I thought we should help you more. I feel this is the right way.” One of them spoke and each of them laughed.
“I will definitely reward you with some good sightseeing in the city soon.” Chad stood up, and walked in between Cody’s legs, taking hold, and rested them on his shoulders lifting Cody’s ass higher. Then he knelt bringing everything into the right position. Cody tried to shout, bawl, brawl, as loud as he could, but his voice was becoming hoarse. He could not think of a way out of the endless trouble, and all he could see was the darkness ahead in the tunnel. It was full of his empty dreams and soundless screams.
He felt Chad’s hand stroking and squeezing his ass.
“Damn,” Chad yelled in excitement, “this is softer than the one we got yesterday. No way is he a man, I bet. He is so juicy. Lemme finish off ravishing this bitch, and then you all will get the chance one by one. He ran his eyes over Cody’s face, staring at him lustfully, looking for any hint of desire from him, so Cody could please them. They were waiting for the opportunity. Cody tried desperately to pull his hands free, but the knots held fast. He registered his legs were being caressed rather than held tightly. Taking a chance, Cody swung a leg through the air and fortunately, he kicked Chad squarely in the face.
It was a strong thrust, so Chad fell flat on his back. This sudden attack weakened their hold on him and their laughter ended. Cody found some courage and collected the rest from his shedding tears. He swung both legs around, hoping to go ahead and kick them all away, but they were smarter than he expected, and stronger than they appeared. Perhaps it was their daily jobs, and they already had experience with abusing others. Swiss kicked Cody’s face, then with the heel of his boot, stamped on his head, the atrocious pain traveled down into his spine. Cody’s eyes blurred with blood and his vision dimmed. Within the next few shots of kicking on his face, shoulders and his abdomen, Swiss screamed at him, “You fucking fucker! If you don’t stop, we will beat you to death and do whatever we want with you afterwards. You will not enjoy all the pleasure we will bestow on you, which we will offer to you right away.”
“And trust me, no one is going to hear you in this basement.” Chad added.
“We are not that bad. At least we are more experienced than your usual nightly faggots. If you would cooperate, then you could have the best experience of your life. See, we are smarter than any of those dicks fucking around in the city.
Cody couldn’t believe they were that smart from any angle, and at least, up to a certain point, ignored their nonsense. He started to kick his legs again in every direction, wherever he could, he even tried to roll and kick his legs at the person standing near to his head, but he dodged it, and the next moment his legs were caught again, then forcefully put back over Chad’s shoulders. Chad came back to his position on his knees. Cody heard Chad unzipping his pants before he could do anything. He spanked at both of Cody’s ass cheeks
“Try anything silly and I will post that log deep inside of your sweet looking pussy.” Pointing at the beam to which his hands were tied, Chad growled, and stared at him as if he would eat Cody alive. His blood froze and his body recoiled. God, he couldn’t stay, he couldn’t think and believe that now he was standing on the cusp, before tipping over a second later to be penetrated, raped, with the rest of those goons watching and waiting for their turn. Finding his legs were firmly held on Chad’s shoulders by two of his men so he wouldn’t try to repeat his actions, Cody could only pray. Still with all hope he expected help to come from somewhere.
Cody cried, letting not one word escape his mouth, and silently prayed for help. He tried desperately to free his hands, wriggling his fingers, but he was still tied fast to the beam. While he was staring around, Cody felt Chad falling over him. A sudden appearance of a dark shadow cast over him in place of Chad. As it moved, he saw the shadow was Drake. He didn’t know from where so much courage came to him and he shouted as loud as he could. “Help me!” The shadow struck out at a few of the guys standing near to him. Drake kept hitting out and thumped a few of the guys standing at Cody’s right hand side, then immediately untied his hands.
Chad was ready to fight, whether for himself, or because he didn’t like losing the game. Perhaps it was like an insult to his masculinity. “I won’t let you take him away from me!” He barked and jumped over to attack Drake. Drake was quicker, he moved aside and Chad fell. Grabbing him by his hair, Drake put his arm around Chad’s throat, pressing hard and lowered Chad down onto his knees before the others. In his deep, no nonsense voice “You fucking morons will not do this ever again in your miserable lives.”
Those words gave Cody an encouraging feeling of safeness and comfort. But whatever had happened to him, Cody wasn’t going to cower anymore, and began getting up from the floor, away from the other guys sitting around. He stepped on the person to his left side who was closest, and immediately by way of his escape from them, held onto Drake’s leg. Cody glued himself to him. By way of precaution he looked all around so that none of them could approach and pull him away from Drake. He could not believe they wouldn’t take the opportunity to grab him, Cody wanted to be protected, he wanted to be safe in Drake’s custody.
While Cody looked all around, he felt a hand on his head. ‘Why is he killing me softly?’ He looked up at the hand, it was Drake trying to calm him down, and giving the feeling of safety while they were busy consoling each other. Chad slipped away from his legs, promising en route to his escape, that he would be seeing them both again.
“I already want you never to dare try it again.” Cody spat at them. Drake stared at the jocks with wolfish eyes, glaring at each one of the cowardly goons, daring them to try anything with him.
Drake frightened them off, but one of the guys still tried to grab Cody’s hand on his way, to pull him with them but he yanked himself free. The guy fell apart over a mischief of mice. The next moment he saw them running in the dark tunnel on the other side of the basement.
Cody stood holding his pants and buckled his belt again. He didn’t want to be more embarrassed than he already was. Drake minutely observed him, gently touched his bruises and Cody ached with pain. Drake inspected Cody’s head, finding it was bleeding. The goons had hit so hard at his head and shoulders. Mud and dirt covered him. Drake wiped away a few dirty messes stuck to his back. And then stared for some time at him. Cody was becoming embarrassed again.
“I don’t mean to put you in the same situation again. I hope you will feel better soon?” He comforted, touching Cody’s cheeks.
Cody definitely loved his soft and warm touch. It was altogether different than the earlier ones. He forced a smile. “I am better now,” He was also having difficulty speaking. His throat was raw from the continuous screams and cries. He tried to clear his throat.
Drake patted his shoulder, “Be brave.” All of a sudden Cody hugged Drake and began crying softly against his shoulder. Drake stood awestruck until he hugged him back, gathering Cody in his arms as darkness finally overcame him.