Title: First Times Author: JD Kinder Keywords: mm, viol All comments are welcome at defibkids@gmail.com. JD and Pope thank you for reading. First Times - Chapter 5 by JD Kinder, Pope Solomon, and The King Sitting there in his car, staring at Chris's apartment, Bill tried to gather his thoughts. Flashes of the terrible event that occurred earlier burned into his mind. Bill and Chris grew up close friends. Their fathers worked together in the coal mine and their mothers were too busy to pay them much mind. They only had one another to keep company. Bill was always the more focused of the two. So as they grew older, Bill's interests wandered to schoolwork and eventually college. Once Bill went away for college, there friendship had strained. But they were far from being enemies, that is until now. Bill approached the doorstep, his palms sweating inside his clenched hands. He knocked on Chris's door. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be right there!" a voice said from inside. A few seconds later the door opened. Inside Chris stood, a towel wrapped around his waist. "Bill?" Chris asked puzzled. "Well, how the fuck are ya? I just stepped out of the shower and was about to iron me a shirt. Come on in. So, what brings you my way? Haven't seen you in what, six months or so? I think I ran into you at Diane's party." "Something like that. Got a couple of minutes Chris?" Bill asked with a blank expression on his face, trying to keep in his anger. "Uh yeah, sure. What's up?" "We swore Chris, remember? All those years ago. Do you remember that?" Bill's eye's were locked onto Chris's eyes. "Swore what? What are you talking about?" "We'd NEVER force ourselves on any kids. EVER!" Bill shouted. "We could touch, but never make ANYONE do anything they didn't want to do!" "I, I have no idea what you're talking about!" Chris said nervously "Touch who?" Bill stood silently for several seconds. "Don't fuck with me Chris! You know exactly who!" "That little shit!" Chris muttered to himself. "What's that? - Bill yelled as he got face to face with his old friend. "Did, you say something?" -�"Look -- Bill, I didn't make him do anything. It went all nice and easy. Whatever he said, he is exaggerating." "He didn't have to say anything." Bill said calmly. "He couldn't say anything. He's in a coma. He almost bled to death!" His voice starting shaking with anger. "It, it was all going good. But then, you know, you kinda get excited and carried away. Shit happens." Fear was written all over Chris's face. "SHIT HAPPENS!" Bill screamed "SHIT HAPPENS!? That's all you have to say? He almost FUCKING died!" "Alright, alright. I think you should go." Chris started walking toward the door, but Bill stood defiantly in front of him. "No!" "Bill, I said, I said get out!" Chris said, trying to sound tough "And I said no! I could take you then, and I sure as hell can take you now." Bill stood nose to nose with Chris. "Go!" Chris shoved Bill "I said, go!" "Thank you Chris." He said with a smile. "Thank you for what?" "For attacking first. Unlike you, I don't break my rules, and I never hit first." Bill swung and nailed Chris in the jaw, sending him flying back onto the floor. He stood over Chris, kicking him several times in the ribs. "Why Chris?" Bill cried. "Why did you have to do it?" He grabbed Chris by the neck and dragged him into the adjacent bedroom and onto the bed. "B, Bill --stop --the kid aint worth it." Chris muttered "Shut up, you piece of shit! You may not care, but I do! He's just a little boy!" Bill decked him in the face with a right, then a left, then kneed him in the gut. Blood was trickling out of his nose and mouth and a good size mouse was developing under his right eye. Chris tried in vain to block the oncoming blows, but Bill was in a frenzy and far stronger than he was. Bill swung with a hard right to the face, knocking Chris out cold. He pulled Chris's unconscious body up on the bed. He grabbed some clothes off of the floor and tied Chris's arms and legs to the bedposts. "Wake up you asshole!" He threw a glass of cold water on Chris's face. Chris woke up with a gasp. "Wha --what the fuck are you doing?" Chris cried in a panic Bill stuffed a wadded up sock into Chris's mouth "I'm going to make sure you never do this to another kid again." Bill walked out of the room for about thirty seconds only to return with the hot iron Chris had left on in the other room. Chris tried to scream, "No, no!" But no decipherable words came out. "Here, let me turn on some music for you." Bill turned on the CD player "Oh, look! Iron Maiden." Bill said with a laugh. "How fitting." Bill ripped off the towel from Chris's waist and grabbed his dick with his right hand. "Ah yes, I remember the fun I used to have with this. Remember that Chris?" Chris could only weep with a muffle With the iron clenched in his right hand, he placed it right over the head of Chris's dick. "Now Chris, I should tell you, this might sting just a bit." Bill pressed the iron down hard. Chris's dick sizzled, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. Chris tried to scream and squirm to no avail. "That should about do it." Bill said as he lifted the iron. A thin film of burnt flesh stuck to the iron. "Eww, that looks nasty. Don't think you'll be using that again anytime soon. He turned the volume down on the stereo. "You might want to get that looked at in the morning. Might fall off." Chris laid there, continuing to weep. Bill grabbed a pocket knife from the bedside table and placed it in Chris's hand. "There, use that to cut yourself free. After that, do whatever you want. Slit your wrists for all I care." He walked into the hall and looked back over his shoulder. "By the way. I'd keep quiet about what went on here. I've got a lot of shit on you. Your activities today is just one thing. I'm sure you don't want any of that to get out. Know this, you go anywhere near Devon, any other kids, me, or anyone else I care about, and the next time, I will fucking end you!" As Bill sat in his car, tears flowed down his face, not out of fear of consequences for his actions, but for the loss of the friend that had died oh so long ago.