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It is narrated by Alex the member of The Boys from Downtown a boy band of the late nineties who find themselves wrapped up in the machinations of the Illuminate. Will they be able to escape? Time will tell. (Mm, ped, nc, rp, fantasy) *** Even after two whole years of it Tyler kept fighting back. Even after the rest had given up Tyler just kept at it. I didn’t know what helped him to keep fighting back for as long as he did. Was it the need to prove himself to the father he barely knew—that specter of a man who had disappeared from his life in the middle of the night fourteen years ago. Tyler would never tell me his reason and I would never get to ask because after this night we would never see each other again. After two years of struggle Tyler would finally give up his fight. He would be overpowered by the John that had purchased him for the evening. This was no ordinary John the kind that goes prowling for a whore on some street corner. No this John was one of the richest men in the world. The only people that could afford the prices on our heads were bankers, fortune five-hundred owners, politicians, sultans, presidents, every clout glutton in the world. Basically The John was one of society’s elite that was hungry for the ass of the most highly sought boy in the world. Of course, it was not just Tyler who would suffer for the next six years. It was all of The Boys from Downtown who faced humiliating ordeals. Except me. The ones responsible for the torment of my friends was the completely secret and mysterious underground cabal of legend. The Illuminate. Yes, the collection of affluent individuals who for centuries were believed to be pulling the strings of civilization is in fact real. And when they came for me and The Boys from Downtown we would learn how far their power extended. *** The Boys from Downtown We like many other boy band in the late nineties wanted success, stardom, and our name in the marquee. It may sound cliché but we had a dream and in the summer of nineteen ninety-seven it would come true. However our joy turned to fear and our fantasy into a nightmare that we could not escape. I remember it like it was yesterday; waiting for the call from Screwball Records. They had seem interested in us ever since I had sent in our audition tape about a month before. Our rep Johnny Dee, who my dad had hired from a cheap agency, had been doing all the schmoozing he could to talk the company into giving us a chance. That night sitting so still in my living room with the guys and my parents you could hear a pin drop. Tyler suggested watching the football match but even as Italy had trounced over London we were hardly paying attention. When the phone rang at 2:00 a.m. in the morning we all jumped up in shock. It took a moment to register the actual ringing but when I did I lunged at the phone, catapulting myself from the couch over George who sat right next to me. From the phone emanated the cool soft voice of Arnold Verbënski owner of Screwball Records. After a pleasant greeting he gave us the answer that would change our lives forever, “You’re in Boys.” *** Our career had begun reasonably enough countless interviews by well-regarded media personalities who seemed to want to help our image as best they could. They made us more charming, funnier, and more intelligent than what people expected from boys raised in such a troubled district of South London as Brixton. It took more Johnny Dee and more than a few kind hosts to clean us up and provide the world a perfect blend of street urchin and fine West End gentlemen. It was definitely our rough yet innocent ways that brought us under the gaze of The Illuminate. Soon we would know how so many denizens of the underworld were readying to devour us. It happened in the spring of nineteen ninety-eight after we had won best breakout group of the decade at the Grammy’s. We were quickly escorted into our awaiting limo passed screaming fans and overzealous paparazzi. We believed we were going to an after- party thrown by some Hollywood big wig at the Emperor Plaza. The guys and I drank champagne heavily even though we were told by Johnny Dee not to, we reassured we could handle it seeing as we had been drinking since we were fourteen. Johnny Dee sat in the front seat with the driver probably joking around as was his nature, he reminded me of my uncle which was probably what convinced my father to hire him in the first place. The limo drove quickly into the night. The champagne was making me sleepy—I was always a light weight—I didn’t notice us leaving the city. Soon the towering skyscrapers of Los Angeles disappeared and the crooked necks of yellow cranes and the dusty windows of industrial buildings flew by my window in a miasma of lurid images. We came upon a large warehouse in the middle of what I could only guess was nowhere. The limo came to an abrupt stop near the giant metal doors of the entrance. From the corner of my eye I could see the guys rising from their seats finally noticing that something was wrong. Suddenly the metal doors parted and the limo pulled in to the darkness before us. The only lights came from the small fixtures in the floor and ceiling of the limousine. I could see my reflection in the window beside me but I could not make out anything outside. I felt a cold chill run through me. A pit opened in my stomach making me fill like I was falling. I had had the same feeling before at a photo shoot the boys and I did at Coney Island. I have always hated heights but the photographer insisted it would be fun and makes look ordinary if we got of the Ferris Wheel. Even though I was feeling sick to my stomach the guys had helped me to have a good time. I did. But now I was terrified and no amount of joking was going to change it. I crawled from my seat toward the glass separating us from the driver and Johnny Dee. I could see nothing beyond the glass until a light flashed on illuminating the front seat. I could see Johnny Dee looking straight ahead into the darkness. I knocked on the glass to get his attention. Johnny Dee turned to look at me. On his face was a look of absolute terror; snot hung from his nose and tears filled his eyes he looked as if he had been crying for hours sweat clung to his brow. His eyes turned toward the driver. I followed them. And to my horror I saw a gun being held out by the driver a twisted smile danced across his face. Before I could make sense of anything that was happening I could see the driver playing fully place the gun against Johnny Dee’s head and pull the trigger. The noise vibrated the glass vibrated the glass as blood kissed its surface. It was Tobe the baby of the group that screamed first that night. I turned to see him begin to hyperventilate. Tyler’s face took on a stupid look that any other time would have elicited a laugh from me but now filled me with cold terror. Being the only one of the group who had ever seen death before tonight Tyler recovered from his shock quickly and began shouting at Tobe to shut up. Panicking George and Cory began pulling at the door handles only to discover they were locked. Still George banged of the window trying to break it, he finally stopped when his hand let out a disgusting crunching sound. Through it all I sat on the floor looking at my friends screaming, pounding, and breaking. Their voices lost into the darkness beyond. I crawled toward the nearest window looking out pretending I saw home outside. Suddenly light flooded the warehouse and I was blinded by the shock. When my eyes adjusted I was met by a sight that would haunt my memories forever. Thirteen men stood outside dressed all in black, black pants, black shirts, and a black ski mask covering everything but their mouths and eyes. They slowly began to advance toward us. Cory, Tyler, and Tobe lunged at the door on the opposite side of the limousine pulling at the handles with no success, George laid on the ground his injured hand cradled in his side. I simply looked at the advancing men not moving not even breathing. A small click sounded over the oppressive silence and I knew then that the men had opened the door. But it was not the door the guys had struggled with it was the door that offered no escape the door between us and them. Two of the men pulled themselves inside and inspected us with an unconcealed look of glee. They had perfectly white teeth and the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen. Both men walked toward me and without a seconds hesitation lifted me up and sat me down between them. I don’t know what was going through the boys’ minds while they watched the two men begin running their fingers through my hair, sliding their hands down my trouser leg, and ripping my shirt apart; the buttons showering down onto the ground like teardrops. One of the men snuck his hand under my shirt and pinched my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. My navy blue button-down and suit jacket Johnny Dee had picked out especially for me lay like a fallen bird on the floor. My shirt was slowly lifted by both men over my head and thrown toward the boys who must have been huddled in the corner. The man on my right side brought his lips toward my chest and began tonguing my nipples innocently. The other man pulled off my belt and undid my fly so quickly I barely had time to register his movement before he had his mouth over my sex. I am not sure when I had become aroused but when I looked down on the bobbing head in my lap I could see I was sporting an erection. At seventeen I had never had anyone put their face anywhere near my crotch and even if there were someone who had been interested I never imagined it would be a man in a ski mask on the outskirts of a city thousands of miles from London. As the men busied themselves with their activity I looked toward my friends who now seemed to have company of their own. Tobe was nestled in the lap of a giant. The giant seemed to take up the entire backseat. He had broad shoulders, large arms, and a thick chest that must have formed after living a life similar to Atlas who carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. That massive body cradled a fourteen year old boy whose face was being gently kissed by tears that flowed like rivers from his eyes. Tobe had his slacks around his ankles his underwear clung around his thighs. He had worn his lucky superman underwear tonight and I knew they were his lucky underwear because his brother Cory had told me so when we were hanging out in his room listening to his mom and her boyfriend go at it in the upstairs bedroom. I doubt Tobe would ever think those underwear were lucky again. Because now he sat in the lap of a giant whose beefy hand was wrapped around his penis slowly jerking him off. As I looked away from Tobe I noticed that George and Tyler were missing. For a strange second I thought I saw them back in Brixton in my living room waiting for a call. However what I did see was Cory, the boy that I had shared my first cigarette with, the boy who was the first guy in the eighth level class to grow facial hair which he cut into a pristine goatee, was being held down in a seat opposite his brother with a dark shadow straddling him and plunging an incredibly large penis into his mouth. I just couldn’t believe such a spectacle was really taking place in front of me. I watched as the shadow pushed itself into Cory bringing about a chocking sound from deep in his throat that was quickly followed by a large glob of saliva that dribbled down Cory’s cheek onto his maroon vest. Cory’s cheeks were flushed and sweat poured down his face, he looked like he was suffocating. I wanted to shout out but my lips felt so heavy it’s as if they were glued together. I could only watch as Cory swallowed the shadow, silently pleading for his torment to end. It did end at least for this particular shadow who now lifted itself up until it was level with Cory’s face and released itself with a force that shook the limousine. Several white globs that looked like the phlegm I had once coughed up when I was sick landed on Cory’s cheek and hung like glue. It was then that Cory let out a terrible cry a cry of a boy who wanted his mother. But the cry would not last long as another shadow climbed onto Cory and inserted another phallus which proved just as large as the one before. I turned away from the scene to focus once again on my predicament. The men who had chosen me for their entertainment were now completely naked, how had I not noticed this? Each of them had their face near my dick. It was only when I made eye contact with them that they began their work. One of them who I just noticed now had a scar across his lip took the head of my penis into his mouth. The warm wetness of his tongue sent chills reverberating down my shaft. He then pulled the skin around my penis down and licked the spine of my shaft. My body betrayed me as it sent an electric current through my brain. Endorphins swam into my blood covering me with a euphoria I had never known. I tilted my head backward as the tingle of perdition raged through me. While The Scar lovely licked his way back to my tip he breathed hot breath onto the cooled skin causing me to crinkle my toes. I noticed that the other man who had distinct yellow specks in his blue eyes was now cupping each of my balls in his mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. Why were these bastards so concerned with bringing me pleasure while their brethren were tormenting Cory beside me? I would learn in due time that my master had saw to it that my handlers treat me kindly. Only now can I make sense of the horror that night. The reason that Johnny Dee had been murdered in front of me, a simple testament to show the power of The Illuminate. What did it matter to them the life of a cheap celebrity agent who lived in a one room apartment with a decade old cat and a rusted stove. They would have no trouble in making such an individual disappear, such was their power. But why treat Cory with such disdain rape him so viciously on his first night? I learned later it did not even compare to the brutality levied against Tyler who fought back until his arm and leg had been broken. Cory’s master had told him his oral rape was due to his incessant habit of talking over everyone during interviews; maybe this first lesson would teach him to hold his tongue. I had always noticed Cory’s habit to be the center of attention and while I began to cozy up to The Masters of The Boys from Downtown I wholeheartedly agreed on the severity of his first lesson. There were five masters that owned The Boys from Downtown. One for each of us. However they were not the only ones who touched us. The Johns were allowed to play with us as well. The Johns were usually friends of The Masters but they didn’t have to be. The Johns were anyone who had the money to buy us for a night or a weekend but it would cost more without the Acquaintance Discount. Even if The Masters wanted us for themselves they were obligated by the Council of the Eye to share us, their idea of humility I guess. Despite the ability for anyone to buy me no one besides my master would touch me for those six long years with the Illuminate. He was an exception to the rules and he would be, seeing that he was the President of the United States. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 81