Chapter 128

   That was how the rest of the trip passed. The man would stop at a rundown motel. He would bathe Byron before cuffing him to the bed. Byron would be permitted to eat before departing in the morning. His food was generally lukewarm, but he needed to eat. Every night he lay down anticipating that tonight would the night the man would rape him. Every little sound in the room had him waking up, thinking that he was about to be raped. He slept more soundly in the car, knowing that as long as the car was in motion, he was reasonably safe. As far as he knew the man never even touched him while he slept.

   Finally the man pulled into the driveway of a remote cabin.

   “Here we are. Your new home,” he announced as they got out of the car.

   Byron looked around in dismay. There was nothing around for miles. He didn’t know the first thing about surviving in the woods. He wasn’t even sure which direction home was. The man had driven over back roads whenever possible. The few town names Byron had seen were meaningless. He felt a wave of despair wash over him then. He should have tried to escape the first chance he’d gotten; now it was too late. He was trapped, at the mercy of this man.

   “You will be confined to the house. There is no phone and no computer. There are certain rooms that are locked. You may not enter those. There is enough food to last for a year. Tonight you may get settled him. Tomorrow we will have the ceremony.”

   “C-c-ceremony?”

   “The wedding ceremony.”

   “I-I-I c-c-can’t m-m-marry you. I-I-I’m only s-s-sixteen.”

   “You’re old enough.” The man brushed aside hid objection. “You are a virgin, correct?”

   Byron nodded his cheeks hot. Of course he was. He’d never even held the hand of someone he wasn’t related to.

   “Good. Let’s be clear about one thing: cooperate and I’ll make the experience as pleasant as possible, fight and suffer the consequences. Make no mistake, tomorrow night I will claim you, willing or no.”

    Byron nodded numb with fear. He now knew when the axe would fall. Tears dripped from his cheeks. The man ignored them as he led Byron into the house. He left Byron alone in a bedroom. Byron stared unseeing at the bed, the bed where his virginal blood would be spilled.

   He collapsed to the floor and wept.

 

Chapter 127

   Byron shivered in the cold air. He hated having his tender bits exposed to the chill fall air. He’d lost track of how many times he’d been permitted to relieve himself and drink. He was getting a little woozy from the lack of solid foods, but he realized that his captor probably wouldn’t want to deal with the result of that. He also hated feeling his captor’s erection pressing into him each time. The hands that helped him managed to restrain themselves from inappropriate touches, but Byron was keenly aware of their presence.

   The car stopped again. Byron stiffly climbed out of the trunk. He stumbled a bit as the hands guided him along. He heard the sound of a door closing behind him and knew that he’d entered a building. The hands guided him to another room where they began stripping him. He made a muffled sound of protest. He cursed as his shins banged into an obstruction.

   “Lift your legs to step into the tub.”  

   It was the first time the hands had spoken to him. He awkwardly stepped into the tub and knelt. Warm water lapped at his thighs as the hands began to scrub him. They were gentle but thorough. He felt himself responding as they washed his genitals. Blood rushed to his cheeks. Here he was a prisoner and he was becoming aroused at his captor’s touch.

   “Peace. There is no shame in enjoying it.” A finger stroked his cheek, gently brushing away a tear. 

    Byron shook his head. He’d never been interested in sex before. Now this man who kidnapped was forcing him to respond. He’d always gotten so tongue-tied speaking to strangers. Not like his brother Burke. The hands helped him out of the tub and dried him off.

   He was led to the bed. He stretched out nude on the covers while the hands undid the cuffs. They pushed him firmly onto his stomach and began massaging his aching shoulders. Byron knew he should try to fight, that this was his chance to escape, but as the knots were worked out of his muscles, he surrendered to sleep.

   He woke still on the bed. His hands had been cuffed to the bedstead. He really needed to use the bathroom and his stomach registered its own complaint. The door opened and closed.

  “Good morning. If I remove your bonds will you behave yourself and not try to escape?”

    Byron agreed. He would say anything for a bit of freedom. The hands uncuffed him.

   He sat up rubbing his raw wrists. He pulled the tape off of his mouth and undid the blindfold. He squinted as the dim light sent stabbing pain into his eyes.

   “Is th-th-there anything t-t-to eat?”

   “Yes. I brought soup for you. I thought it would be easier for you to digest.”

   “H-h-how l-l-long?”

   “A few days. I needed to get you as far away as possible.”

   “Wh-wh-what are you g-g-going t-t-to d-d-do t-t-to m-m-me?” He managed to get out, silently cursing his stutter.

   The man laughed softly. “Eat and then take care of your needs.”

   Byron gobbled down the soup. It was lukewarm and not nearly as good as his father’s but right then, it tasted like the best thing he’d ever eaten. Afterwards, his captor followed him into the bathroom while he tended to his needs. Clean, new clothing was provided to him and he was escorted to the man’s car.

   “If you behave, you will not be restrained except at night. If you talk to anyone, try to communicate your situation to anyone, not only will you suffer, but the person you talk to will suffer as well.”

   Byron nodded, choking down his fear. He stared out the window through blurry eyes. He fervently wished that the man would just rape him and be done with it. The anticipation of when the assault would come was killing him.

 

Generation 2 Chapter 126

Author's Note: I'm starting the second generation of this story. It will focus on the Aaron's three youngest sons, Byron, Burke, and Benjamin. Each son has been fathered by one of Aaron's lovers: Onyx, Ice, and Blade.

   Byron woke with a pounding headache. The last thing he remembered was going to a club after the school dance. He struggled futilely against the cords restraining him. His mouth had been duct taped shut. A cloth blindfolded him. The moving sensation he felt told him that he was probably in a car. The confined space meant it was the trunk. Someone had drugged, bound and kidnapped him. But why?

   He lay there fighting for clarity of thought. At the club, he’d danced with several people, male and female. No one stood out in his mind as a possible perpetrator. He was reasonably sure that his drink hadn’t been tampered with, but he knew from his Uncle Blade that there were several drugs that were undetectable in liquids. Some of those could have knocked him out. He closed his eyes and succumbed to the motion of the car.

    He woke up again sometime later.  His mouth was dry and his arms ached from being tied behind his back for an indefinite amount of time. But the thing that really bothered was the growing pressure in his bladder. If his captor didn’t let him out soon, he’d have no choice but to relieve that pressure. The only thing that would make his situation worse would be the smell of urine in a confined space.

   The car stopped with a sudden bump. Byron groaned as his smacked into some hard object. There was the sound of a key in a lock and fresh air wafted over his face as the trunk was opened. Hands grabbed him and lifted him out. He stumbled on the rough ground as the hands guided him away from the car. The feeling of shrubs tugging at his pants made him suspect that he was far from civilization. Hands fumbled at his pants, freeing him. Arms encircled him and grasped his limp penis. They lifted him and pointed him roughly away from his body. Byron let go with a sigh of relief. His captor obviously didn’t want to have to deal with urine either.

   The hands straightened his clothing. Based on the feeling of the body pressed next to his, he surmised that his captor was male. The cool fall air made him shiver a little. Hands ripped the duct tape off his mouth. He winced as his skin tore. A bottle was pushed against his mouth. Byron gratefully swallowed the liquid. It was warm and flat, but felt delicious in his parched mouth.

   “Who-who-who are you? Wh-wh-where are you t-t-taking m-m-me?” He managed to ask before more tape sealed his mouth shut. There was nothing he could do but submit as his captor entombed him in the trunk again. As he drifted off to sleep, he wondered how long this trip would take.

 

Chapter 125

   The police were unable to find Matt’s killer and as the weeks turned into months, the trail went cold. After a year, it was regulated to the cold case files. There was no trace of Matt’s child. The medical examiner had confirmed that Matt had been pregnant at the time of his death, but couldn’t determine how old the fetus might have been. It was presumed dead.

   Ariel sank into a deep funk with the knowledge of her husband’s infidelity. Everything she’d worked for, believed in had been brutally revealed as a lie. Her own husband was a shown to be a hypocrite. The PPP dissolved after the scandal was exposed. She took a whole bottle of pills and died a few months after his death. Chantel adopted her younger brothers.

   Shortly after Matt’s case was moved to the cold case files, Aaron received devastating news of their own. His son, Byron, disappeared. Burke ran away shortly afterwards to look for his brother. The police were unable to find either boy.

   Not long after that, the Vampire Council insisted on betrothing Benjamin to a female vampire. They felt that they should work toward the prophecy themselves. It was better to have the Chosen One under their control than their enemy’s control.

Chapter 124

   Aaron sat beside his sister while the police finished up. There was nothing he could say to comfort her. His nephews sat quietly next to her. The older one kept sneaking peaks at Aaron. Aaron searched his memory for the name. Julius and Tristan. They were the same age as Aaron’s own sons Byron, Burke and Benjamin.

   “I can’t believe he’s gone.”

   “What happened?”

   “We, Tristan and I, went to the late movie tonight. Julius was at the school dance. He came home to find his father like that.” Ariel burst into fresh tears.

   “That must have been hard for you, finding him like that.”

   “Yes.” Julius replied flatly.

   The detective approached them. “Mrs. Aaeng, I’m sorry, but I have to ask you this, was your husband seeing anyone?”

   “No. Matthew would never cheat on me.”

   “Why do you ask?”

   “The medical examiner says that there was evidence of sexual activity.”

   “He was raped?”

   “We can’t tell that yet. It could have been consensual.”

   Ariel paled. “Who could have done something like that?”

   “We don’t know. We’ll be in touch.”

   “Can you believe that? Matthew was violated.”

   Julius looked at her in disgust and wandered out to the backyard. Aaron followed him.

   “Go away.”

   “Do you know something you’re not telling?”

   “I found a note addressed to you. I read it. It was educational.”

   “That’s an interesting way to describe it.”

   “My father was quite explicit about certain acts he wished to perform with you. Acts he had performed with you.”

   “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

   “Really? Then why did you screw him?” Julius demanded.

   “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Your father was handsome and there was always a spark between us. I never pursued him. I couldn’t force him to accept who he was.”

   “He was gay.”

   “Technically, he was bisexual. He was a herm after all.”

   “Oh. Meghan’s gay.”

   “I know. I was at her wedding. She married my step-daughter.”

    “I didn’t know that. I like her wife. I sometimes sneak over to see them after school. I never understood why it was wrong to feel that way."

   “Me either. Your grandfather taught your mother to hate. He tried to kill me when he found me kissing a boy. That’s why I left.”

   “Do you still do that? Kiss boys?”

   “I kiss men. I’d get in trouble for kissing a boy.”

   Julius laughed at that. Aaron could tell that the boy was more relaxed. “I think Dad was seeing someone.”

   “What makes you think that?”

   “I think he might have been pregnant. I found a positive pregnancy test in the trash. My sisters have moved out and my parents don’t, well, you know,” he blushed at the thought of his parents having sex. Aaron understood. He couldn’t imagine his parents ever doing it either.

 

Chapter 123

   Aaron mumbled groggily as the phone rang. He buried his face deeper into the pillow. It was late. After living underground for so many years, he had developed an accurate time sense.

   Blade answered the phone. “Hello. Aaron’s phone.”

   ---

   “No, he’s sleeping right now. Is it important?”

   ---

   “Of course.” Aaron grunted as Blade shook his shoulder. “Sorry, you have to wake up. Your sister’s on the phone.”

   Aaron groaned and reached for the phone. “Do you have any idea what time it is, Ariel?”

   “Yes. Can you come over, please?” He barely understood her through the tears.

   “What’s wrong?”

   “It’s Matthew. He, he, he’s dead.”

   Aaron dropped the phone at that. He couldn’t believe that his brother-in-law was dead. It had been five years since the last time he’d seen him. Matthew had made it quite clear that Aaron was no longer welcome. Aaron didn’t object too much. It was much easier to avoid them than explain that he’d slept with his sister’s husband.

   “Okay, let me get dressed and I’ll be right over.” Aaron reassured her after retrieving his phone.

   He broke the world’s record for dressing as well as a few speed limits on his way over there. He surmised that Matt had met with foul play rather than suffering a natural death. As far as Aaron knew, Matt was in a good health for a man of forty-five.

   As he pulled into the street, he saw police cars surrounding his sister’s house. That confirmed his suspicions regarding Matt’s death.

   “Excuse me, officer, can I go in? I’m Ariel’s brother.”

   The officer consulted with his superiors before letting Aaron into the house.

   “Ariel, what happened?”

    “If you don’t mind, we’ll ask the questions.” A man in a suit interjected.

   “Of course, detective. I was just worried about my sister. I’m Aaron Aaeng.”

   “Do you live here, Mr. Aaeng?”

   “No.”

   “Where were you earlier tonight?”

   “I’ve been home all night.”

   “Can anyone confirm that?”

   Aaron hesitated. Answering the question would out him to his sister, something he was still reluctant to do. “Can we continue this some place private?”

   “Are you avoiding the question?”

   “No, but I don’t want to talk in front of Ariel.” He gestured to his sobbing sister.

   “What can’t you say in front of me?”

   “Ariel, please…”

   The detective led Aaron to the other side of the room. “What are you hiding from her?”

   “She doesn’t know about my private life. She wouldn’t approve, so I’ve kept it secret. I was with my lovers and our children.”

   “Lovers? Plural?”

   “Yes. I have three male lovers.”

   “I see. They’ll alibi you?”

    “Yes. I spent the night in bed with one of them. What happened to Matt?”

   “He was shot. We can’t determine if it was suicide or homicide. Is there any reason you can think of that might cause him to kill himself?”

   Aaron was silent for a while. His answer would hurt Ariel, but the police would find out soon enough. “Yes. He was a herm. The town where he grew up had firm beliefs regarding herms and same sex relationships. I know he felt guilty for desiring men.”

   “Do you know if he had a boyfriend?”

   Aaron shook his head. “I haven’t spoken to him in five years. Not since his daughter married my step-daughter.”

  “What happened then?”

  “I, we, my lovers and I had sex with him.”

  “All of you at once?”

  “Yes.”

   “Was that the first time you’d been intimate with him?”

   “No, there was another time, nine years ago.”

   “Your sister never knew?”

   “No. She’s my sister. She’s the head of the PPP, having a brother who was sleeping with men would damage her reputation.”

  “That’s an odd position to take.”

   “I know, but…”

   “Did Matthew have any enemies?”

   “Personal? I don’t know of any, but he was involved with the PPP. If any of them found out about his preferences, it could have caused problems.”

   “Thank you, Mr. Aaeng. We’ll be in touch if we have any more questions.”

Chapter 122

   Matt felt his eyes glazing over. His body was enthusiastically endorsing the idea. It had been so long since he’d been intimate with anyone. He shuddered at the memory of Aaron’s penis slowly penetrating his body.

   “Okay.”

   Blade pushed him down to the ground and knelt in front of him. Matt opened his mouth slightly as Blade began to kiss him. He moaned softly in pleasure. Onyx knelt on the other side of Blade and began kissing his neck.

   Matt barely noticed Aaron and Ice undressing him. Every brush of their hands enflamed his passion. By the time he was naked, he was bursting with need. He lay on the grass and watched as the other men stripped.

   “Do you have the cream?” Aaron asked.

   “Of course! This isn’t my first time.” Blade replied.

   Matt wondered about the cream and what it was used for. Aaron lay down beside him and the other men urged Matt to straddle him. Matt stared down at his brother-in-law as he slowly lowered himself down on Aaron’s erection. He was aroused, but not really ready so it was a tight fit. By the time he’d fully engulfed the other man, they were both panting with desire.

   Blade moved around and straddled Aaron, impaling himself on Matt’s own erection. Matt thrust eagerly into his warm, wet depths. Blade chuckled. “Patience. No moving until everyone’s in position.”

    Matt started as he felt Onyx’s fingers slowly stroking his anus. He tensed as they entered him.

   “Relax. Tensing up will only make it worse.” Onyx whispered into his ear. He tried to follow that advice. It seemed to work as there was only a little pain when Onyx finally entered him.

I   ce had been sitting like a statue throughout this, now he moved to stand in front of Matt. Matt opened his mouth to permit access. He choked a little. This was only the second time he’d done this. Finally all of them were in position. They began to move carefully against his body, trying to find a rhythm. Matt dug his nails into Ice’s thighs, drawing blood. There was a sharp hiss from the other man and he began to move more forcefully against his mouth. Aaron gave a sharp cry of pain as Blade bit him. Ice’s hands tightened painfully in Matt’s hair. The pain was soon lost in a wave of pleasure as the men spilled their seed deep inside Matt’s body. He thrust one last time into Blade as he found his own release.

   Ice withdrew as the other men collapsed. Matt rolled onto his side, still joined with Blade and Onyx. Ice stretched out on the other side of Aaron.    

   “Wow. That was wow.” Matt said.

   “Yes, it was, wasn’t it?” Blade replied.

   “Yeah, but did you have to bite so hard.” Aaron complained.

   “Sorry, but you know how I react to the scent of blood. Even our blood.”

   Matt flushed as he remembered how he’d marked Ice. “Um, Ice, sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

   “I’ll live,” Ice said, drily. “You aren’t the first and you won’t be the last.”

   “Good.” He sat up and disentangled himself from their limbs. “I really ought to be going now.”

   “So soon? The night is still young.”

 

   Matt hastily dressed. He was consumed by a wave of guilt. He couldn’t believe that he’d done what he’d done. He vowed that he would never see Aaron or his friends ever again. It was just too tempting. He spent the rest of the night in prayer, trying to mitigate his guilt.

 

Chapter 121

   Aaron straightened Meghan’s collar. “It’s hard to believe you’re getting married today.”

   “I know, Uncle Aaron. I wish Dad was here though.”

   “Me too. He has to learn to accept who he is first. I’m not sure if he can.”

   Meghan hugged him. “I’m glad I’m not alone.”

   Aaron grinned. It wasn’t the first time he’d been the father of the bride, but it still made him sad. It was hard knowing that another little girl was grown up and moving out on her own.

   “You look beautiful. I’m sure you look as beautiful as your mother did on her wedding day.”

   “Or as beautiful as you did on yours?” Meghan asked mischievously.

   “Men aren’t beautiful. They’re handsome. Besides, it was just the two of us.”

   “Ice is beautiful. Like a statue.”

   “He believes in living up to his name. He’s much warmer when you get to know him. You should have thought of that before you agreed to marry his daughter.”

   “How come she’s his daughter but not yours?”

   “Long story,” Aaron replied curtly. He did not want to think of those years that Ice had been imprisoned, raped and tortured. Of course, Blade wouldn’t have come into his life without that time, but it still bothered him to think about it.

   The wedding ceremony was moving. All the girls dissolved into tears as Meghan and Abigail pledged their love to one another. Afterwards, the girls accepted congratulations from the family.

   They cut the cake and everyone ate, drank and danced in celebration.

   Aaron wandered away from the festivities. Ice followed him.

   “Penny for your thoughts?”

   “I was just thinking about our wedding.”

   “Do you regret not having your family present?”

   “No, my parents would never have approved. My father beat me for kissing a boy, what would he have done if he’d known I was marrying one?”

   “I’m sorry your family wasn’t more supportive, love.”

   “The wedding must have really gotten to you too. You almost never use pet names. I practically have to drag expressions of affection from you.” Aaron teased.

   “Perhaps. Weddings are a time to think of families, past and future. I wish I could have introduced you to mine.”

   “Really?” Aaron was surprised. Ice had never mentioned his own family before. Aaron had surmised that they had died years before.

   “Yes. I think my mother would have liked you, once she got over the shock of her precious baby boy marrying another man.”

   Aaron laughed at that.

   “What’s so funny?”

   “Just the thought of you being someone’s ‘precious baby boy’, I guess.”

   “Vampires have parents too, you know. Most of us are Made not born.”

   “I know, I know. I just can’t picture them. Did you have any siblings?”

   “Yes, an older brother and sister. That’s why I wasn’t ‘fixed’ at birth. My father had a male heir. It wasn’t important that his second son was a herm. He just wanted me to be happy.”

   “Are you?”

   “Yes. I love you, Aaron Aaeng King.”

   Aaron kissed him. “I love you too, Ice King.”

   A cough from the shadows distracted them from expressing their love.

   “Who’s there?” Aaron demanded.

   Matt stepped out of the shadows. He smiled hesitantly. “I didn’t want to miss my daughter’s wedding.”

   “She’s over there.” Ice gestured to the festivities in the distance.

   “So I see.”

   Aaron wondered why his brother-in-law wasn’t moving in that direction. He realized that Matt was staring at them embracing. He flushed when he realized that Matt was aroused. Ice was idly stroking his backside, watching Matt. Aaron wanted to shove Ice away. It wasn’t nice to deliberately arouse another.

   “So, Matt, you want to join in the festivities? Aaron and I were about to ‘celebrate’. Do you want to join us?” Ice offered in a soft voice.

   “Um.”

   “What’s going on over here?” A voice called from the darkness. Blade and Onyx approached the threesome. Aaron’s body tightened with desire.

   “I was offering to celebrate our daughter’s union with Matt.” Ice explained.

   “Really? I’m in.” Blade said laughter in his voice.

   “Is it even possible?” Onyx wanted to know.

   “It’s difficult, but not impossible.”

   “Do I want to know how you acquired that information?” Aaron asked Blade. Blade was easily the most experienced lover out of the four of them.

   “Probably not. That information would most likely blow your poor mortal mind.”

   “Um, what are you guys talking about?” Matt asked looking at them nervously.

   “Why having a fivesome, of course! With you in the middle position.” Blade replied grinning.

   “Oh, um, I’m not sure…”

   Blade glided over to him and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. “It’ll be an experience you won’t forget, Matthew…”