The Boys From Tennessee

Special warning on this chapter. This chapter deals with kidnapping, degradation, gang rape, torture, abuse and whipping of a male. If you don't think this content is for you, you are advised not to read this chapter - seriously.

The Boys From Tennessee
Rating: NC17 M/M slash. Violence.
Author: Chissy_Rose
Pairing:
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I don’t own them. No infringement intended.

The Boys From Tennessee
Chapter 41 (41/60)
Fight To Live

The next morning when he woke up, Sawyer had already gotten up and left the tent. Peter rolled over and snuggled next to Jack. Jack was always so warm physically. He’s like a heat generator Peter thought smiling. Jack rolled back towards him, blinked lazily and stretched. Then he pulled Peter over for a good morning kiss. Peter sighed ever so softly and Jack looked at him better.

“You look rough this morning Peter, is everything okay?” Jack asked concerned about his younger lover.

“I was up most of the night. I went down to the campfire and sat out for a couple of hours talking with Kate.” Peter said quietly.

“You look worse than just missing two hours of sleep. Did you get upset talking?”

“We both talked about the hell we’ve been through in our pasts. We both were upset, but when I came back here I sat out by the ocean and let it all out. Sawyer came and got me to come to bed, but he left earlier this morning.”

“Why were you upset?” Jack questioned.

“Actually I was anxious and scared about you and Sawyer both being gone to hunt for Michael. I was afraid the “Others” might kill you both. I gotta tell you Jack, something happens to the two of you, I won’t be able to keep going – I won’t want to live.” Jack was shaking his head no.

“You can’t think like that Peter. Any of us could get killed or be in an accident. Please don’t think about killing yourself if something happens to us. You need to think about taking care of yourself and who you could turn to if something bad was to happen. You’ve got to fight to live and keep going. There are other people here who think a lot of you and I’m sure would take care of you. You’re not thinking about killing yourself right now are you?”

“No, I just got real anxious was all. You know I get anxious and depressed both Jack with all I’ve been through. My psychiatrist always told me I needed to tell my lovers when I was going through stuff rather than keep it all to myself. I just get into a downward spiral then. I told Sawyer and you both, so you’d know. I know you both are gonna continue to try and protect all of us and you’ll go out again.” Jack pulled Peter’s head to him again and kissed him slowly. When he released him from the kiss he told him he was doing good considering everything, and to not ever be afraid to tell him something. Peter nodded.

“You wanna go for a run this morning?” Jack stretched.

“Sure, I always feel better after I run. It’ll do me good. Wanna eat and then go?” Peter asked. Jack nodded and Peter rolled out of the bed and pulled on his running shorts, t-shirt and running shoes and socks. Jack pulled on his running clothes too and they shared some fruit for breakfast before heading out for a morning run. After their run they ended back up at Peter’s tent. Jack had several things he needed to work on and a couple of folks to check on, but he reminded Peter that he wouldn’t be back that night since he had hatch duty that evening. Peter said he was going to the waterfall lagoon for a swim and he would probably look up Sawyer after that. He put his towel and a change of clothes in a small carry-all since he figured he’d go ahead and bathe at the lagoon. It took Peter an hour to get to the waterfall lagoon since he’d walked there and not run. He loved how cool and inviting the lagoon looked. It was his favorite place on the island. He stripped off and dove into the water. He swam for a while and when he tired he washed himself with the soap he’d brought with him and rinsed himself. He decided his fingers were getting shriveled and it was time to get out. He dried himself off and slipped into some clean shorts and his tennis shoes. He reached for his shirt and felt someone’s hands grab his wrists firmly from behind him. His first thought was that it was Sawyer or even Jack maybe, but they forced his arms behind him and him roughly up against a tree. He realized suddenly there was more than one pair of hands on him. When he felt rope slipping around one wrist and then the other he knew he was in bad trouble. This wasn’t Jack or Sawyer. He struggled vigorously, but he’d already let his guard down. He felt his wrists being tied securely and then his arms being tied together as they held his body and his head against the tree. Suddenly they released him from the tree. He was spun around and realized in horror that he was looking at three dirty looking men dressed in Dharma jumpsuits. These must have been some the “Others” that everyone was so afraid of. He thought they weren’t supposed to even be here, this close to the campsite.

“Well boys looky at what we’ve got ourselves. It’s that young queer fella from that Oceanic plane crash. Young buck. I think we’re gonna have us some fun today after all,” one of the men leered at Peter trying to make him panic.

“I don’t have anything of value, and I won’t do you any good. Just let me go, I don’t have anything you want…” Peter asserted.

“We don’t want anything you have, Peter, we want you,” the same man said with thick desire in his voice. Peter grimaced. It was a bad sign they knew his name and that they’d called him a queer.

“Yeah,” another chimed in, “We’ve been watching you fuck other men from your flight…and we want some of that action too, so we’re gonna have a good time with you boy.” The man licked his lips slowly for emphasis.

Peter stood very still, apprehension written on his face, “Please don’t do this. I’ve been sexually abused since I was a kid. Please, I’m begging, don’t hurt me. This’ll be traumatic to me – you have no idea… Please just let me go…”

“Well, the way I look at it, you’re gonna be more used to this then than if we’d kidnapped and raped Claire, Kate, Sun or one of the women. You do what we want and maybe we’ll let you live. You’ll do what we tell you or we’ll make you damn sorry.”

Peter was very anxious and distressed, “Please, I’m begging you, just let me go, please don’t do this…” Peter was pleading earnestly. The men just laughed at him. He heard someone rack a bullet into the chamber of a semi-automatic. He turned slowly to see the gun pointed at him.

“You’ll do what we want you to do you damn fag or I’ll fucking kill you and won’t think twice about it.” Peter tried to stop shaking and nodded his head slowly. The youngest man walked up to him and used a bandana to gag him. Peter let out a whimper in spite of himself. He was at their mercy. The young man also slipped a longer rope around his neck and knotted it. The man with the ropes behind him pushed him forward, “Walk and follow him. No escape attempts or you’ll be real sorry boy.” The youngest man continued down the rough path and jerked Peter forward by the rope. Peter could feel it burn against his neck. He realized in horror that because Jack had hatch duty scheduled that evening, Sawyer would probably think he was with Jack and it could easily be 24-36 hours before anyone even figured out that he was missing. He’d have to do whatever he had to in order to survive. He’d been gang raped before; he knew what he could be in for. Men involved in a gang rape were worse than animals. Animals wouldn’t mistreat one of their own kind like this. They walked for almost three hours, deeper into the jungle without talking much. They came to an area with several thrown-up tent shelters much like what the plane survivors were living in. As they approached the tents he heard three new male voices. There were six men total. Just like in his dream he’d told Sawyer about. His fear was palatable and he fought the nausea he was feeling. “Look what we brought back from our recon mission – we got us a young buck that’s gonna service us all.” “He’s got a hot young hard body; he’ll be a good fuck.”

“Here,” said another, “take that gag off and let me get him something to drink. Let’s loosen him up some…” The man went into one of the tents and came back with a bottle of rum. They removed the gag and the man put the bottle to his lips, “Drink up boy or we’ll make you drink it the hard way.” Peter clamped his mouth together tightly and it just pissed the man off. He slapped Peter hard enough to almost knock him over. He spit out blood from his lip. “Drink it or you’ll be sorry.”

“Please no...” Peter whispered but the man started pouring the rum into him, making him drink it like a coke. Peter was almost gagging and the man finally pulled the drink back from him. He’d drunk enough on an empty stomach that he knew he was gonna be intoxicated.

“Take his pants off and then untie him. We oughta be able to control him.” One of the men came over and ran his hands up Peter’s crotch and across his balls and cock and gave it a squeeze.

Peter couldn’t help but moan ‘oh God’. The man leered at him and did it again. He unfastened the button on his shorts and drew the zipper down, pushing Peter’s pants to the ground. Peter couldn’t hide his fear. The man removed his shoes and his pants throwing them aside. More of the men came over now as they untied his neck and hands and they took his wrists in their hands. He was surrounded now and the fear of what was coming was overwhelming him. “Please don’t hurt me…” he asked again.

“You’re going to get the worst gang-bang you’ve ever had cunt and we mean to fucking hurt you.” The men started putting their hands on him and Peter struggled against them trying to break free. The youngest man stood in front of him, grabbed his balls and handled them roughly and before he had even thought, Peter kicked the man backwards onto the ground. Some of the men laughed at the fallen man which only inflamed him. The man got up holding his guts. “Two of you hold him tight – I’m going to take some of the fight outa this fag.” The man struck him in the face several times before punching him in the guts repeatedly. Another man made him stop, saying not to mess him up so early, they wanted him looking good when they fucked him. Blood ran down from his nose and mouth. The young man stepped back and looked at Peter angrily, “You need to be taught your place – you’re our whore now and we can do whatever we fucking want to you. You’re gonna pay for kicking me bitch,” the young man hissed at Peter. The young man walked over to one of the far tents and disappeared inside it. Four of the men began toying with him while the fifth sat down with the bottle of rum and watched them. They were running their hands over his body stimulating him. One man stuck his fingers in his mouth and told him to suck them; another man was holding him by his hair and running his tongue across his face and ear. Another was roughly pulling and pumping his cock and the fourth was pulling, pinching and twisting his nipples. Peter was moaning and trying to twist away from them but he was totally overpowered. They forced Peter onto his knees and the man who had been licking his face went into the closest tent and returned with some type of lube. The man who had been jerking his cock leered, “I’m gonna pump the cum right outa you boy. We’re gonna force you to come until you come dry and can’t stand it.”

Peter gasped, “Oh God…” as the man pumped him up and down. Then he felt the man who had licked his face rubbing something oily up his crack and inserting two fingers into him. He cried out, he was so tense from what was happening his ass clenched around the man’s fingers.

“Whooo boy, you’re really tight, we’re gonna enjoying fucking you.” The man started moving his fingers in and out of Peter’s ass and whispering what he was going to do to him into his ear.

The man who had stuck his fingers in Peter’s mouth pulled them out and bent over and kissed him so hard he bruised his lips. He thrust his tongue into his mouth and kissed him savagely. He was asserting his dominance over Peter and Peter didn’t resist. He knew it would be pointless now. The man stood up and held both sides of Peter’s head and stared into his eyes. “I’m gonna fuck your mouth cunt and you don’t even nick me! If you bite me, I swear to God I’ll cut your dick off. You understand me you little queer?” Peter shook his head and said yes. He prayed he wouldn’t still have the man’s cock in his mouth whenever he came. The man unzipped his pants, pushed them down and rubbed his hardening cock all against Peter’s face, striking him with it. He held the tip up to him, “Lick it boy like you want it.” He moaned as Peter followed his instructions. “Swirl the head around in your mouth now.” Peter did what he ordered. Peter was breathing hard and fast now. The men working his cock and ass were really working him up. He could feel the man finger fucking him searching for his prostate. “Oh God, please…” he moaned. The man in front of him hooked his thumb into his mouth and forced it down, “I’m going to fuck your mouth now – you better be careful boy.” He took his cock and forced it into Peter’s mouth. Peter gagged initially, he knew he’d have to make his jaw and throat as relaxed as he could so it would hurt him less. He’d had this done to him many times. The man pulled partially out and thrust down again further into Peter’s throat. “Should’ve known you could deep throat so well Peter! You really are a whore aren’t you? Suck it good, yeah…” Peter was on overload, he hated being stimulated this much at the same time. The man who had been playing with his nipples was making him crazy; they already felt sore, tender and so sensitive. He was trying to focus on his mouth but what he felt the most were the two men who were bringing him closer to orgasm. He prayed he wouldn’t involuntarily bite the man who was fucking his face with his cock. The man fucking him with his fingers ran them across his prostate, Peter jerked involuntarily and whimpered, he’d almost shot his load. He could feel the tension in his groin reaching a fever pitch and knew he was going to come. The guy fucking his mouth could see it in his eyes and pulled his cock out of his mouth. The man pumping his cock sped up and concentrated on the head of it as the man to his rear ran his fingers across his prostate again and again. The guy who had been torturing his nipples saw him tensing too and sucked his left nipple and breast into his mouth and bit down hard enough to draw blood. Peter screamed and came hard, thrashing against their arms holding him. He went weak from the intensity of the orgasm. He realized they weren’t going to slack off as they continued to stroke him and finger fuck him. He was really sensitive after his orgasm. They were sexually torturing him now – it was too much after coming.

“Oh God, please stop…I can’t…this is too intense, please stop…” Peter was almost crying, you could hear it in the way his voice cracked as he spoke. The men just laughed at him and kept going. The man in front of him put his cock back in his mouth and began thrusting in and out again. A whimper caught in Peter’s throat. The man ran the fingers of his left hand into Peter’s hair and held onto his head as he thrust into it. Peter was trying desperately to keep his mouth and throat relaxed – the man was hurting his throat. “Damn bitch, you’re good, suck the cum right outa my balls. Suck me! Holy shit!” The man thrust deep and moaned as he shot his cum down Peter’s throat and held Peter’s head so he had to swallow. “You like cum don’t you whore? Swallow it all and then lick me good…” When the man finally pulled out, Peter gasped for breath. His lips were already swollen and raw and his throat hurt. The youngest man had come back out from the tent with several items including ropes, nipple clamps and a cup and spoon. He’d poured rum into it and was stirring it but Peter hadn’t seen him do it. He handed the cup to one of the men saying to give it to Peter to drink. The men stopped for a moment and handed Peter the rum and told him to drink it. The rum burned his mouth and throat as he drank it down and he groaned.

The youngest man spoke out, “I want to tie him up and fuck him. Can’t we take turns fucking him now? You’ve got him warmed up. Somebody can still be working him over while somebody else fucks him. We can do this for hours.” They shook their heads and Peter just moaned. He was struggling again trying to get away. The youngest man came over and backhanded him, “Stop struggling Peter, we’ll just hurt you more.” They bent him over and pushed his face down into the dirt. The youngest man took the ropes and began binding his thigh to his ankle. First one leg then the other. This put him on his knees and his toes with his ass in the air. Peter was still struggling. They held his arms together and he bound his wrists tightly together. All he could do was rest his head on his forearms or on the ground. He knew he was totally vulnerable in bondage like this. The young man ran his hand over Peter’s available cock and balls and Peter couldn’t suppress a moan. Peter guessed the youngest man was close to his age. He grabbed the lube and greased up his fingers and slipped them into Peter’s ass, first two fingers, and then three. Peter was trying not to moan but he was fighting his nature. He felt strange, almost relaxed, like he was drugged.

“You sure are responsive for somebody getting forcefully fucked. You’re a masochist. You like all this abuse don’t you? It turns you on.” He reached between Peter’s legs and stroked his cock. “He’s turned on, he’s getting hard again guys,” the young man laughed. Peter knew he wasn’t turned on at this point but couldn’t figure out why he was so hard so fast. “I guess the ‘Roofie’ in the rum is getting into your system about now,” he laughed.

“Son of a bitch – you gave me the date rape drug? Oh Christ…” Peter cried. The young man pulled his cock roughly, “We’re gonna milk you over and over. I’m going to make you come until you want to die. Ready for your first fuck?” The young man stroked him with his dry rough hand and whispered into his ear he was a common whore to respond to someone who was using him like this. He was being so rough he was hurting his cock and balls. The man greased up his own cock and spread Peter’s legs apart with his own. He positioned his cock at Peter’s ass and plunged as hard as he could into Peter. Peter screamed at the intensity of the pain. His ass clenched around the man’s cock as the man pulled it out and thrust it in again and again. Peter was trying to will his body to relax, but the man was pounding against him so hard it was making slapping noises. “God you’re so tight, damn this is a good fuck you fag!” the man moaned in pleasure as Peter whimpered in pain. The man reached around him and jerked his cock harder and harder in time with his strokes in and out of Peter. Peter hated that this man who was hurting him was going to bring him off too. When he came, Peter cried out profanities. He felt no pleasure in coming – it had been wrenched from his body. The man fucking him finally came and pulled out of him quickly. Peter cried out in pain. He was already torn up.

The older dark haired man who had threatened to shoot him earlier and who had been watching everything got up. He came over and ran his hands up Peter’s backside and slapped it hard and laughed at Peter’s reaction. He reached around Peter and grabbed him by his cock and pulled on it hard and roughly. Peter moaned and whimpered. He hated that he was so conditioned to the touch of another man that he grew hard almost immediately, even when he was being raped. He could tell the Roofie was working on him. The man bent over Peter and thrust his dry cock up into him. Peter sobbed – it hurt like hell. The man hunched over his body and rested his weight on him. He pulled and twisted his nipples so hard that Peter begged him to stop. The man asked one of the others to bring him the nipple clamps and he cranked them all the way down before pulling on each nipple and letting the clamps crush down on them. Peter was quivering now. “You’re such a fucking girl – play with your nipples and you’re shaking.” The man didn’t wait for any reply; he reached down and grabbed Peter’s cock as he shifted back to his knees. He pulled out and decided he wanted a little lube, not for Peter, but so he’d enjoy fucking him more. He thrust back in and started a slow pounding rhythm as he stroked him. Peter was moaning right away. The Roofie had made him high and the fucking was making him crazy. The men had pulled and jerked on his cock for so long it was sore and raw feeling. Finally the man came and shot 2 or 3 times into Peter. He pulled out his cock and thrust three fingers into him. The man kept fucking him with his fingers and Peter squirmed and begged him to stop. The man just motioned for one of the others to come over and take his place. “Its way too early cunt, we’re all gonna fuck you at least twice – this is going to be going on until we get tired of you.” Peter groaned. He was covered in sweat and it stung as it ran down his ass and cock. He knew he’d be totally torn up and exhausted by the time they finished with him.

The sandy haired man came over, got the dark haired man to help him turn Peter over. “I want him to see me fucking him and I want deep penetration,” he said. He pushed Peter’s legs up, greased up his cock and like the last man, plunged it into him and allowed him no time to adjust to the pounding he was giving him. He was getting deep penetration in this position and enjoying seeing the pain written on Peter’s face. He reached up and yanked the tightened nipple clamps off his nipples and began playing with his nipples, pulling them, pinching them, and twisting them. Peter whimpered at the pain. The man kept fucking him until he finally came. Peter was crying. He wished he could just die right now. His body ached and was getting so sore and raw, and his groin was hurting.

The man that came next had blond hair and a full beard and had a wild look on his face. Peter was afraid of this one. The man untied his legs, pulled him to his feet and walked him over to a tree. He pulled down a rope and tied it to the ropes around his wrists and pulled his arms straight up over his head and tied the rope to another tree. Peter was on the front balls of his bare feet. He couldn’t even rest his feet on the ground. His arms were already hurting. The blonde man went around to the front of Peter and began kissing him roughly like he couldn’t get enough of him. He sucked skin from Peter’s neck into his mouth and bit down on him hard enough to draw blood. Peter screamed. The other men just laughed at him. The man ran his tongue over to his shoulder and bit him again. Peter squirmed – this guy was crazy. The man ran his tongue down to his right breast, sucked him in and bit down hard and sucked his blood from the wound. Peter was cursing, this guy was really hurting him. The blonde licked Peter’s mouth and then kissed him again, thrusting his tongue into Peter’s mouth. Peter could taste his own blood on this guys tongue. The man thrust against him hard so Peter could feel his hard-on. The man asked for the bottle of rum, took a drink and then went down on Peter’s semi-hard cock. The alcohol stung his cock badly and he cried out for mercy. The blonde just smiled at him and lifted both his legs over his arms and pushed his cock into him. The ropes on his wrists were cutting into them, tearing the skin. He gasped as his body slid down onto the man’s cock. He felt impaled on it. Once again, this man wasn’t using any lube, only whatever was already there or the previous men’s cum. The man was thrusting like a wild man and began clawing at Peter, scratching him even more. Finally the man came and let Peter’s legs drop back to the ground. He lightly bit his lip as he whispered he’d be back for his second fucking later. Peter’s face was showing what he’d been through. His nose and mouth were swollen and had been bleeding. He had one eye that was bruised and was turning into a black eye.

The fifth man to fuck him started off roughing him up. He slapped Peter several times while he was still strung up against the tree, causing his lip to bleed again. Then he decided to slap Peter in the genitals several times. Peter cried out each time and was trembling badly. The man grabbed him by the jaw and looked him in the face. “I’m gonna untie you and fuck you in a different position boy. You give me any trouble and I’ll really hurt you. Understand?” Peter shook his head yes and looked away. He hadn’t expected this man to be so violent. The man untied him and did just what he said, but he was rougher than the previous men and made it a point to hurt him all the time. The man held off his own orgasm for quite a while and Peter thought he was going to go crazy from it. When the man came Peter was still trembling in his arms. The guy called him a pussy and pulled out of him and spit on him. Peter wouldn’t look the guy in the eyes.

The sixth guy was the same first guy that had fucked his mouth. He stood Peter up, bent him over and stuck his cock into his ass and started fucking him. He grabbed Peter’s cock and started stroking it. He was fucking him hard. “I want you to be vocal Peter…moan like you’re enjoying this…beg me to fuck you…or I’m gonna tear you up worse.” Peter whimpered but did what he was told. He hated this damn psychological domination – it made him feel ashamed and he knew he’d remember all of it. He hated this guy. The guy must have known it because he kept it up the whole time he was fucking him. When he came he pulled out right away, stood Peter up and pushed him against a tree. “You’re a faggot through and through boy; no real man would take what we’ve done to you. You just rolled over and offered up your ass. We’re all going to fuck you again and make you come because you’re just a submissive whore. You’ll remember this the rest of your fucking life.” Peter looked away. He felt woozy and before he knew it, he had passed out.

When he woke up later they had tied his arms and legs again and staked him out on the ground and continued to fuck him whenever they wanted through the night and into the next day. He tried to blank out what they were doing to him, what they were saying, and all the pain. He lost all concept of time, of how long it had been. He slept only in short periods between the abuse. In the evening the men had been drinking and he could tell they were going to gang up on him again. The blond headed man walked over to him.

“Well boy, you ever had a six-pack working on you at once? You’re the whore for all of us now. This is gonna be fun, eh boys?” They had tortured him into submission. He wasn’t going to fight them anymore – he didn’t have it in him. All the men starting touching him, pulling his hair, pinching him, pulling, twisting and preparing to take turns fucking him. They pushed him down on his knees and pulled his legs apart so one of them could fuck him. He didn’t even grease up and Peter could tell he was bleeding inside. The throbbing pain made him cry out, but it only made them hurt him more. The pack mentality had set in. They were like wolves devouring him sexually. When the last man finally finished with him, Peter laid crying on the ground but making no sound. They took him and tied him to a massive tree. He was pulled taut and his arms and shoulders ached horribly again. The youngest man went to his tent and was gone for a couple of minutes. He came back out with a thin leather cat-o’nine tails whip and a bucket. “I get to finish you off bitch. This is payback for kicking me,” he sneered at Peter. “I always like to dip my cat in salt water between strikes – makes it sting a hell of a lot worse…”

“Please, don’t do this. I’ll do whatever you want, please don’t whip me… I’m begging you.”

“You don’t have anything left we want – you’re just an abused torn-up queer. I’m going to enjoy whipping you and hearing you scream though.”

Peter shook his head no, “Oh God help me…” he whispered.

“God’s not gonna help you boy…” The young man dipped the whip in the salt water and held it there for a few moments. The other men moved off and sat down to watch Peter get whipped. He took the dripping whip out of the bucket and struck Peter’s back with the first stroke. Peter hissed from the pain, but he knew this was going to hurt worse and worse with each strike he took. The whip was dipped into the water again and this time the man hit him with a full stroke, his technique now showing. Peter flinched and gasped. He remembered what it had been like when his old man had tied him to a tree and almost whipped him to death. He prayed they wouldn’t tear him up too badly and that they’d let him live. The third stroke was already stinging. Peter knew it wouldn’t take long and he’d be screaming from this. The fourth strike and he was already pulling at his bindings – trying to escape the blows. The fifth strike went lower across his ass and upper legs and he whimpered as the tears ran down his face. The sixth strike drew his first screams. His torturer stood behind him and smiled at his reaction and reapplied himself to the torture and kept going. He got up to thirty strikes and Peter could tell his voice was going and he was going to pass out if he kept it up. One of the other men stopped him, said that was enough. Peter was almost not standing up. He could feel the blood running down his back and back side. He was shaking violently from the whipping.

The dark haired man came over and looked at him broken and used. “By the time you get yourself untied, we’ll be long gone. We’re gonna let you live this time, but next time you might not be so lucky. Tell your people that we split away from the Hanson group and we’ll take anything or anybody and use them any way we want to. Go back and tell them how we tortured and fucked you.”

The youngest man stood behind him and was quiet for a moment. Peter heard him pick up the bucket and said, “Oh God No!” just as the rest of the salt water hit him in the back. The pain was so horrific he passed out within 20 seconds. When he came to, he had no idea how long he’d been unconscious.