CHAPTER 11

The police had arrived shortly after the fire engines but the friends had been too in shock to notice. Now, Frank stood up and went over to one of the officers and reported Joe's kidnapping.

"You mean this fire was set as a diversion to kidnap Joe?" the officer asked in disbelief.

"I don't know," Frank admitted. "He may have just taken the opportunity the fire afforded, but it is a possibility."

"Are you okay?" the officer asked him. Frank nodded. "Then go home and wait for a call. We'll put out an APB on Joe. There is already one out on Silverman and his truck."

Frank gritted his teeth because there was nothing more he could do here, but nodded and turned and walked back to his friends. He told them what the officer had said and the group headed for the parking lot. It had been decided by the friends as Frank talked with the officer, they would all go over to the Hardy home. If nothing else, they would provide moral support for the Hardys.

When they arrived at the Hardy household, Laura was sitting in the living room crying. The police had called and told them about the fire and Joe's abduction. Vanessa and Callie went over to her and escorted her upstairs to her bedroom. But when she got to the doorway, Laura couldn't go inside.

"I..I can't," Laura cried. "Joe was attacked by that...that..." she was so upset, she couldn't continue. The girls led Laura into Frank's bedroom and let her sit on Frank's bed.

Downstairs, Fenton and Frank heard Laura's cries and protests about entering her own bedroom. It struck Frank how brave Joe had to be to have gone back in the bathroom after Silverman's attack. Frank looked at his father, wanting him to say everything was alright and Joe was already home, but he never. Fenton put an arm around Frank's shoulders and led him to the couch. "The officer said Silverman's truck was seen earlier this morning on Shore Road."

Frank perked up at this. It was too much of a coincidence that the truck had been seen there this morning and that was where Phil had been left. Maybe he was hiding on Shore Road.

Joe scooted away from Silverman, his body quivering in fear. He knew what was going to happen to him. There was no one to rescue him this time. He tried to ignore his surroundings as Silverman reached out and stroked Joe's member.

"Very nice," Silverman said. "But you aren't paying attention to me," he added, his tone hard. "I guess you need a lesson in manners first, hmm?" He grabbed Joe's free leg, and turned Joe over as far as he could, providing a good view of Joe's rump.

Silverman rubbed his hand over Joe's ass, then brought back his hand and smacked it. He repeated the stroke several times. Joe bit his lip and clinched his eyes as he felt the heavy strokes against his skin. Silverman didn't like this response and quit striking Joe. He released Joe, allowing him to roll over on to his back. "Doesn't hurt, huh?" Silverman demanded of the quiet boy.

Silverman grabbed Joe's ankle and untied it. Then he released Joe's wrists. Joe scampered to a sitting position in the corner of the bed and stared at Silverman, wondering what he was planning on doing now.

Silverman unbuckled his belt and removed it from his waist. "Stand up," Silverman ordered Joe. Joe shook his head. Silverman brought his arm back and snapped the belt against Joe's left arm. "Stand up," Silverman ordered again. Joe swallowed and slowly got off the bed.

"Grab your ankles," Silverman ordered. Joe stared at him disbelief. Did he really expect Joe to cooperate?

Silverman snapped the belt at Joe three times in rapid succession. Joe felt the leather mark his stomach, causing his wound from the other day to begin burning. Then, almost immediately, he felt another stroke of pain along the side of his leg. A third stroke from the belt marked his cheek. Tears sprang to Joe's eyes as he felt the burning pain associated with each stroke.

"Grab your ankles," Silverman ordered again, in the same calm tone. Joe swallowed and reached down and grabbed his ankles. He closed his eyes as the first stroke was delivered across the tender flesh of his backside. Silverman kept up a steady rhythm for several minutes. Joe released his ankles and jumped upright as the leather belt made contact with his scrotum. He reached down and grabbed his balls in pain, forgetting about the burning on his backside.

"Back over," Silverman ordered. "You aren't finished yet."

"Please?" Joe begged inaudibly. Silverman saw the plea form on Joe's lips although no sound came out.

"Until you can do as you are told, no matter where you are hit, then you keep getting your lesson," Silverman stated. "Grab your ankles."

Joe swallowed and reached down and took hold of his ankles again. Several more minutes of being spanked and then he felt the belt strike his balls again. He fought to control the pain soaring through him and remained still, holding onto his ankles as tears streamed down his face. Another strike from the belt, this time hitting his bare legs. Another on his already bright red ass, and one more, this one striking his balls again. Still, Joe did not stand upright.

Silverman lowered the belt and let it fall to the floor. He stepped closer to Joe and rubbed Joe's bright ass. "Very good," he congratulated Joe, running a finger inside of Joe's butt and twisting it around.

He pulled his finger out and dropped his own pants. "Ready?" he asked Joe, stepping out of the pants as they fell around his ankles.

CHAPTER 12

From Joe's vantage point, he saw the pants drop to Silverman's ankles and he stood up and made a run for the door, ignoring the pain he felt. Silverman took one large step and latched onto Joe's arm, pulling him to a stop. "No, no," Silverman said, pulling Joe back against him. "You've gotten off for too long already."

He pushed Joe over onto the bed, his legs half hanging off and pulled at Joe's waist, lifting him into position. Joe tried to fight, but Silverman was too strong and Joe was forced to remain in position. Silverman held onto a squirming Joe with one hand and took his own cock in his other. He brought his dick forward and pushed it into Joe's ass where his finger had explored on more than one occasion.

"Relax, kid," Silverman told him. "Don't fight and it will go in easier."

'Never!' thought Joe, still struggling. He wasn't going to give in to this madman no matter how much it hurt to fight him.

Silverman pushed his cock into Joe's ass until his balls were flush against Joe's skin. Joe groaned in pain as the long, fat rod entered his tight ass. Unwillingly, his buttocks clinched on the dick, giving Silverman a surge of pleasure.

Joe cried as Silverman began humping him. In, and then a small retreat, then all the way in again. The movements kept up, increasing in rhythm until Silverman froze for a fraction then pulled out and let his cum shoot over Joe's red rump.

Silverman released Joe and he fell to the bed, his ass still lying in the air as he hung half on and half off the bed. Silverman grabbed Joe's hair and pulled him to his feet. He grabbed Joe's chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes. "And the fun is just beginning," Silverman whispered right before crushing Joe's mouth beneath his own.

"What makes you think Joe is being held on Shore Road?" Chet asked, after Frank had gathered his friends around the coffee table in the living room and told them he knew where Silverman was holding up in town.

Frank told them about the truck having been seen there this morning. "And he dumped me off Shore Road," Phil put in. "He could be hiding out along there," he agreed with Frank.

"But it is a long stretch of highway," Tony said. "Where do we start?"

"Where the patrol car spotted the truck this morning," Frank said. "We'll split up and check at each house. Maybe someone has seen where the truck has been coming from."

"Then we had better get started," Fenton said, standing up. "The longer he has Joe, the more he is going to hurt him."

"Biff, you go with Chet and Tony," Frank said. "Start at the intersection of Shore Road and Danson, and go north. Phil, Dad, and I will go south."

"Keep your cell phones with you," Fenton told them. "If anyone sees the truck or Silverman, call at once. I don't want anyone going in without backup."

"But Joe," Phil started to argue only to be interrupted by Laura as she came into the living room followed by Vanessa and Callie.

"Wouldn't want any of you hurt because of him," Laura asserted. She knew her son well. Joe would rather be killed than see anyone he cared about hurt.

"Be careful," she ordered them. "And please let me know as soon as you find him?"

"We will," Fenton promised, going over and kissing her on the forehead.

When Silverman released Joe's mouth, he also released Joe's hair and let him fall to the bed. Silverman took off his shirt and dropped it on the floor then sat down on the bed and pushed Joe over onto his back. "Sorry kid," he said, breathing heavily, "I just couldn't wait." He snatched Joe's wrists as Joe tried to beat him off and held them down above his head.

"Now, I believe you owe me a little head," Silverman said, his face breaking into a huge grin.

Joe shot Silverman a belligerent look, but Silverman just shook his head lightly. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "Brother dear may not be here, but I can still find him and kill him if you don't make it a pleasurable experience for me," he threatened Joe.

"And what would be the point in fighting me anyway, hmm?" he asked, leaning close and blowing in Joe's ear. "After I killed Frankie boy, I would come back, pull all your teeth and stick my dick in your mouth anyway. And I will go and kill one of your friends every time you refuse to cooperate," he promised, rubbing Joe's nose with his own.

Joe's tears slid down his face and moistened his ears. He could fight Silverman, but at what cost? Joe closed his eyes. He had no choice. He just had to remember what his family and friends and Father O'Malley had told him and he could get through this. It wasn't his fault. He had to remember that or he would go insane.

Silverman released Joe and stood up. "Get up," Silverman ordered Joe. Joe swallowed the lump in his throat and slowly rose to his feet. "On your knees," was Silverman's next order.

Tears still pouring from his eyes, Joe knelt on the floor. He kept his eyes on the ground as he sat there, not wanting to look at Silverman. "No, no," Silverman said softly, pushing Joe's head back and forcing him to look up. "I said you had to make it pleasurable," he reminded Joe.

Silverman released Joe's head and took his hands and put one around his dick and the other on the flesh beneath. "Touch me," Silverman ordered. "Smell me, feel me, and when you have finished, lick me, suck me, and make me cum."

Joe let his fingers roam on the flesh in his hands. He thought the longer he delayed actually taking Silverman in his mouth, the better the chances of someone rescuing him.

Joe let his left fingers move over Silverman's scrotum, exploring every inch of the skin. His right hand had released the rod Silverman had put in it and he used those fingers, too, to feel of the skin. He made little circles on the tender flesh and ended with the tips of his fingers at the base of Silverman's cock.

Then he put both hands on the ten inch member and began running his fingers up and down the length of it. He did this slowly several times, before grasping it in one hand and moving the other back to his balls. Joe pumped with one hand and rubbed in ever growing circles with his other.

"Kiss it," ordered Silverman hoarsely, looking down at Joe as his member grew in Joe's hands.

Joe swallowed, praying for help which never came as he bent his head over the cock and placed his lips on it in a quick movement. Silverman pushed Joe's head into his dick and Joe was so close, he had no choice but to inhale the strong musky scent of Silverman's skin. It smelled like a mixture of wood, musk, and something Joe couldn't put a name too. It wasn't a bad smell, kind of pleasant, but it made him nauseous none-the-less.

"Get your mouth busy, boy," Silverman ordered, releasing Joe's head so he could get on with it.

Joe gave butterfly kisses up one side of Silverman's shaft and down the other. Then he began licking it. He licked every inch of the big cock and then licked Silverman's balls, remembering what he had said about killing Frank.

After he had finished licking his balls, Joe took the tip of Silverman's cock in his mouth and made a circle around the head with his tongue. Silverman groaned and reached down and took Joe's head in his hands. He shoved his cock deep into Joe's mouth.

Joe gagged, but took the member in his mouth, his tongue sliding to the base of the cock to keep from gagging any more. Then Joe reached up and held onto Silverman's ass and pushed it forward, bringing the cock into his mouth as far as it would go. Joe then pulled back, his lips moving up and down Silverman's shaft, his tongue circling the head as the cock almost left his mouth. Before returning it deep into his throat again and pulling Silverman close again.

Joe kept this rhythm up for what seemed like forever, yet was only a minute or two. Silverman pulled Joe close and pushed in as deep as he could as his ass tightened and he shot a load of cum down Joe's throat. He began pulling out as he came, and the end of his load landed on Joe's upturned face, covering his eyes, nose and cheeks as well as his lips.

Joe gagged once and Silverman jumped to the side as Joe bent over and threw up on the floor. When he had finished, Silverman pulled Joe to his feet and rubbed the cum into Joe's skin like a lotion.

"Next time, you will keep it down," Silverman said, the threat of another round making Joe's already pale face, even paler.

CHAPTER 13

Silverman shoved Joe to the bed and straddled his stomach. Joe didn't think there was anything left for Silverman to do to him, but he was about to find out how wrong he was.

Silverman leaned in close to Joe's ear. "I need something to eat," he whispered in Joe's ear, then sucked on the lobe. "I'll bring you back some fries," he promised. "But, I want you to stay in the mood while I'm gone," he added, lifting his head and leering down at Joe.

Joe looked up fearfully as Silverman released Joe and sat up. Then he picked the ropes up and shoved Joe, who was trying once again to get away, back down on the bed. He retied Joe's wrists to the metal rail headboard. He started to kiss Joe, then changed his mind. "I think I'll pick up some mouthwash while I'm out," he said, seeing a drop of his own cum clinging to the corner of Joe's mouth.

Silverman reached down and picked up his discarded clothing and put them back on then went over to the table and reached inside a brown grocery bag which was sitting there. He pulled a slender white box out of the bag and looked at Joe. "It's seven inches," Silverman said, opening the box and dropping the contents into his left hand. "Three inches shorter than me, but you'll still get the feel."

Next, he removed a pack of batteries from the bag and opened them. Dropping the packaging onto the floor, he loaded two batteries into the item he held in his hand.

Joe watched with a terrified expression on his face. He had wondered what Silverman planned to do with the device but after he had compared it to his own rod, Joe knew exactly where Silverman was going to put it.

Joe tried to back away, scooting over to the wall as Silverman pulled something else from the bag and came over to him. Silverman laughed at Joe's feeble attempts of escape as he pulled Joe back towards him. Then, he half-turned Joe over to where his still red butt was facing him.

Silverman forced Joe's waist to bend a little and brought the vibrator next to Joe's skin. He turned it on and rubbed it gently over Joe's soft flesh before plunging it into Joe's butthole until the entire thing was buried inside of him.

Joe groaned in pain as the hard plastic entered his ass and he tried to push it back out, but Silverman was holding it inside.

"Now," Silverman said. "To fix it so you can't get it out without my help." He opened the last item he had taken from the bag and squirted out a long thin stream of super glue down Joe's crack. He pushed Joe's cheeks together and held them for a few minutes while the glue dried. When Silverman released Joe's ass, his cheeks were firmly stuck together and the vibrator could not be pushed out.

Sliverman slapped Joe's rump and watched him shudder. Then he released Joe and let his butt lie against the bed. "It may not get you off right away," Silverman whispered, moving close to Joe's face. "But its rhythm will drive you over the edge," he promised. "And by the time I get back, you'll be wearing some of your own cum."

He covered Joe's mouth again and kissed Joe hard and long. When he finally released Joe's mouth, Joe was gasping for air. "Don't worry, Pretty boy," he told Joe. "I'll get the glue off and take the vibrator out when I get back," he promised. "I want a few more rounds with you."

Silverman laughed as he stood up and left the bedroom. Joe could hear his laughter continuing even as Silverman exited the house.

Fenton, Frank, and their friends were just getting ready to leave when the phone rang. Fenton answered it.

"Silverman was just spotted," Con said.

"Where?" Fenton demanded, his hand gripping the receiver so tight his knuckles turned white. No one spoke as they heard the urgency in Fenton's voice.

"Barney's Burgers," Con answered. "He got some food and left. Rogers followed him, but Silverman must have realized he was being followed. He ditched the truck at the mall."

"Silverman?" Fenton asked.

"Lost him," Con admitted.

"All right," Fenton said with a sigh. "Thanks for letting me know." He hung up and turned to the others and told them what Con had said.

"I still think we should hit Shore Road," Frank said.

"I agree," Fenton concurred. "Barney's Burgers is the first burger joint off Shore Road."

"Let's go," Frank said, opening the door.

Joe began struggling with his bonds as soon as Silverman had left. He must have gotten careless because they weren't as tight as they had been before. It still took some time, but he did manage to get free. He rolled off the bed and stood up. He immediately grabbed onto the headboard and grasped it tight as a strange feeling washed over him.

He reached down and grabbed a hold of his own cock which stood out, long and hard. He began rubbing his hand up and down over his shaft. Joe groaned as the strange feeling grew and he shot his load onto the floor where he had thrown up.

Joe shuddered in relief and released his dick. He began crying as he realized Silverman's little gift was working on him. He reached behind him and tried to separate his cheeks. No luck. He couldn't get a tight enough grip. He squatted and tried again. He pulled and pulled, but he couldn't get his cheeks to spread.

He wanted to keep trying but he had to get away before Silverman came back. Joe went into the bathroom and peed, then came back and picked up his clothes. They were useless. He couldn't go outside without any clothes and he couldn't wait here any longer. He picked up his shirt and tied it around his waist, then headed out the door. He would have to let the doctor remove the vibrator which had been stuck inside of him.

He crept out of the house and took off, staying behind the trees as he made his way down the road toward home. He came within sight of a house which had clothing hanging outside on the line. Joe looked around to make sure no one could see him and rushed over to the line and took down a pair of jeans and a shirt. He hurried back into the bushes. He bent down to pull the pants on when that strange feeling began to wash over him again.

"Oh, no," Joe said weakly, leaning against the tree, trying to fight it off. Joe's dick stood up again but Joe refused to cooperate with his own body. He pulled the pants on, stuffing his prick inside the pants, then put on the shirt. The jeans were tight and he prayed no one would see him in his present condition. He looked like he was ready to pop the zipper!

Joe started his trek again, still hanging behind the trees in case Silverman drove by and saw him. He had gotten less than two hundred more feet on his way when someone dropped from a tree in front of him.

"Ah, Joey," Silverman said, grabbing Joe before he could run away. "You hurt me. Here I went out and got you some fries and something to take care of your sweet cheeks and you leave." He shook his head as he pulled Joe closer to him. "You know you have to be punished, don't you?"

CHAPTER 14

Silverman held tight to Joe's arm as he marched him further back into the woods by the roadside to avoid being seen. Joe prayed for someone to drive by and catch sight of them, but no cars came along the road and even if they had, it was too dark for them to be spotted among the trees.

Silverman forced Joe back into the deserted house and into a different bedroom than when he had first awoken. "The bed isn't as comfortable, or as accommodating to having your hands tied," Silverman told him. "But, if I want you to stay put, I'll just super glue your arms together," he added with an evil grin.

He shoved Joe forward into the room until he was standing a few feet from the bed, then sat down on the bed and watched Joe who was looking back at him, afraid of what Silverman had planned for him next.

"Take your clothes off," Silverman ordered Joe. "Start with the shirt." Joe shook his head. "I said strip!" Silverman shouted, rising to his feet.

"No," Joe mouthed. He could no longer even whisper.

Silverman slapped Joe across the face and he fell to the ground, blood pouring from his face. "Strip," Silverman ordered again.

Again, Joe shook his head. Silverman kicked him in the side. "Get up!" he ordered. Joe rose painfully to his feet. "Strip," Silverman ordered in a whisper. Joe took a deep breath and shook his head again.

"All right then," Silverman said, shoving Joe to the bed. "I'll just immobilize you and take Frank's clothes," he said.

Joe shook his head. He couldn't let this guy go after Frank. He grabbed Silverman's arm with a pleading look, and shook his head again.

Silverman looked into Joe's pleading and terrified eyes and gave a slow smile. "You want to strip?" he asked. Joe nodded slowly, crying again at this new humiliation.

Silverman pulled Joe back to his feet and shoved him into the wall. "Then, strip," he ordered, sitting back down on the bed to watch.

Joe got to his feet and began unbuttoning the shirt he had put on minutes earlier. He kept his face looking down at his hands as he removed the shirt and then undid the snap on the jeans. He unzipped them and lowered them to his ankles, his hard dick popping out at attention. He stepped out of the pants and stood there. Silverman watched Joe as he grew more and more uncomfortable. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and pulled off his belt again.

"Time to be punished for trying to escape," he told Joe. "Bend over," he ordered.

Joe looked up at him then. "The vibrator," he mouthed, reaching behind him. "Please?"

"What?" Silverman asked, not reading his lips but interpreting his movements. "You want it out? After you tried to run away?" Silverman laughed and shook his head. "Not until after you have been punished," he said. "Grab your dick and bend over," he ordered.

Joe's eyes went wide with horror yet again. Why did Silverman want him to hold his own cock?

"Put it in your hand and work it, Pretty Boy," Silverman ordered. "You're going to get off while I spank you and then I'll take the vibrator out of your ass."

Joe shook his head, refusing to be subjected to that. Silverman shoved Joe to the bed again and pulled out his knife. He flicked it open and put the blade against Joe's balls. Joe began trembling and then winced and screamed silently as Silverman pushed the blade into Joe's flesh, letting the blood seep from his balls.

Silverman stood up. "A sample," he said. "If you try to disobey any more orders I give you, I'll cut your balls in half and slice your dick off and shove it in your mouth. Understand?" he demanded, looking down into Joe's eyes.

Joe nodded. He had lost. No one was ever going to rescue him. He might as well give in and let Silverman finish. Maybe, if he got tired of him, he would end it. Right now, even death was preferable.

Joe got off the bed and bent over, grabbing his dick as he did so. Tears rolled down his face as he felt the first smack of the belt hit his already sore ass. "Pump it!" ordered Silverman, giving Joe another stroke.

Joe felt the vibrator moving back and forth as the belt hit his bare ass. He slid his hand up and down over his dick as Silverman administered blow after blow. He felt something sticky clinging to his ass as Silverman kept hitting him and knew the blisters had popped and his butt, just blood red before, was bloody now.

Over and over, Silverman kept hitting his ass while Joe's hand slid up and down his cock. Over and over he felt the belt hit, the vibrator move. Joe felt the now familiar wave begin to wash over him, but this time, it was mixed with something a little headier. Joe felt his dick swell even more as it began to explode. He shot his load of cum all over his feet. He shuddered as he unloaded and the whipping stopped.

When he had finished, Silverman shoved Joe onto the bed, on his stomach. "Want it out now?" he asked.

Joe nodded and Silverman removed a bandana from his back pocket and picked up the fingernail polish remover he had gotten at the mall. He soaked the bandana with the remover and sat on the bed beside Joe. "This is going to hurt," he warned Joe, laughing. "But, it's the only way to get the glue off."

Joe clinched his teeth, ready for the pain, but when Silverman touched the bandana to his bleeding ass, Joe let out the loudest scream he had ever given--if he had had the voice for it. He screamed and cried and twisted his ass beneath the administration as Silverman laughed heartily at the show Joe was putting on for him.

After a couple of minutes, the glue came loose and the vibrator popped out of Joe's ass. Silverman took it and tossed it aside, applying the bandana to Joe's rear again just for the fun of it. Five minutes later, Joe lay still, unable to move anymore.

"Another dead end," Frank said with discouragement. "It looks like someone would have seen the truck at least," he added, getting back into the van and pulling out of the driveway.

They had been to at least twenty houses so far and no one could help them. Frank drove down the road and pulled in at the next house. Before anyone could get out of the van, Frank's cell phone rang.

"Yeah?" Frank said, answering the phone.

"Silverman's truck was seen last night pulling into the old Dawson place," Biff's voice came through.

"Where are you now?" Frank asked. "Less than a block away," Biff answered.

"Call the police and have them get over there," Frank ordered. "Then wait for us. We'll go in together."

"On your knees boy," Silverman ordered Joe after tossing the bandana to the floor.

Joe slid off the bed, not even bothering to fight anymore. He had no energy left. Silverman dropped his pants and stepped out of them. "Get busy kid," ordered Silverman, pulling Joe's head back by grabbing his hair and shoving his dick into Joe's face.

Knowing what was expected of him, Joe took the cock in his mouth and reached up to the balls dangling. He gave Silverman the blow job he demanded, doing no more and no less than he had the first time he had been ordered to do so. When Silverman came, he held Joe's head tightly, not allowing him to move away. When he had finished cumming in Joe's mouth, he held Joe's mouth shut while he tried to gag. A couple of minutes later, Joe's stomach stopped heaving and the queasieness had passed.

Silverman handed Joe a bottle of mouthwash. "Rinse," he ordered Joe, who was glad to have something to take the taste from his mouth. Joe used the entire bottle, and wished there were more, but Silverman seemed satisfied and grabbed Joe's hair and pulled his face back. He covered Joe's mouth with his own and explored every nook and cranny. Joe began to grow weak from lack of air and Silverman, noticing Joe's change in demeanour, released him.

He forced Joe onto the bed and began licking him on his chest, sucking Joe's nipples and giving him little nips every few seconds. Joe tried to fight, raising his hands and hitting weakly against the wall of flesh which lay on him. Silverman, fed up with Joe's feeble struggles, smacked Joe across the face. Joe held up his hands to ward off another blow, but Silverman grabbed his arms in one hand and smacked Joe several times. When he had finished, Joe's busted lip had reopened and begun bleeding again. Both his eyes had taken such a beating that they were barely able to stay open.

Tired, Silverman rolled Joe over onto his stomach and sank his finger into Joe's ass. But Joe had held the vibrator in for so long, his ass was numb and couldn't feel it. Silverman grunted and pulled his finger out and replaced it with his cock. He fucked Joe good and long, his flesh striking Joe's sore ass with every thrust. Joe gritted his teeth but uttered no sound and made no movement other than those made as Silverman pulled back and forth.

Joe's lack of response made it harder on Silverman to get off and so he kept humping Joe for several minutes before finally cumming, pulling out a little, but being sure to stay in so that his cum would fill Joe's ass.

When Silverman had finished, he stood up and put on his clothes. "Get up," he ordered Joe, who had not moved for some time.

Joe slowly slid off the bed. His body ached in places he never knew existed and he felt like just lying down and dying. He didn't think he could take any more.

"Get dressed!" growled Silverman. Joe looked up into Silverman's eyes in surprise. "Now!"

Joe bent down and picked up his clothes and got dressed. "Now, kid, on your knees," he ordered. Joe fell to his knees wondering what Silverman had planned now that both of them were dressed.

"Pray," ordered Silverman, pulling out his switchblade and flicking it open. "You should pray for forgiveness before you die," he added, pulling Joe's head back and putting the blade to his throat.

CHAPTER 15

The group met up at the end of the drive to the Dawson house. Fenton, Frank and Phil jumped out of the van and joined the other three who stood near Biff's van.

"Did you get through to the police?" Fenton asked. Before any one could respond to the query, a police cruiser pulled up and Chief Collig and Con climbed out.

"You boys should stay outside," Chief Collig told the teens.

"I'm going in," vowed Frank, daring anyone to try and stop him.

"Of course," Fenton readily agreed. "But..." his voice trailed off as he looked at the other boys.

"We'll wait out here," promised Phil, as the other boys nodded.

The police and the Hardys entered the house, two fromt he front and two from the back. They could hear Silverman talking and knew they hadn't been heard as they had entered.

Fenton peered around the corner of the room and saw his youngest son, battered almost beyond recognition. He watched as Silverman pulled Joe's head back and told him he was going to kill him and saw the joy which lightened his son's face at the announcement.

What had this devil done to Joe that would make him so overjoyed at the thought of dying? Fenton's face hardened in a rage which burned with an intensity he had never experienced. He stepped into the doorway, his gun drawn.

"Get away from my son, you bastard!" Fenton growled, his voice filled with hatred.

Silverman looked up at Fenton, missing the look of anguish at being rescued which crossed Joe's face. A look which did not go unnoticed by Frank as he followed his dad, Chief Collig and Con into the room.

Silverman moved to slash Joe's throat, not even bothering to look down. A gun fired. A shot was heard. And Silverman fell backwards. Total silence rocked the room as the three men looked down at their guns.

Frank rushed over to Joe, kneeling down beside him and taking him in his arms. Joe, too in shock to argue, or too weak, Frank was unsure which, allowed Frank to hold him while Chief Collig radioed for an ambulance and another patrol car.

By the time Joe arrived at the hospital, Laura, Callie and Vanessa were there waiting on them. Joe was brought in in an ambulance with Frank and Fenton. Biff, Chet, Tony and Phil had followed in the vans. Chief Collig and Con had waited at the house to take care of Silverman's body and then go to the station to file reports.

Frank looked at his mother as he and his dad entered the waiting room while Joe was wheeled back for an examination and treatment. Frank breathed a silent prayer of thanks that it had been Chief Collig's gun which had fired the shot which took Silverman's life. His family could not have dealt with his father being up for murder. And in his father's present state, even he would have been suspicious.

Laura jumped to her feet and ran into Fenton's open arms. She demanded to know what had happened to Joe. He just shook his head, unable to speak. The group sat down, no one talking, and no one with dry eyes. When the doctor walked in almost two hours later, Fenton, Laura and Frank jumped to their feet.

"Can I speak with you privately?" asked Dr. Jennsen, a man in his early forties.

Fenton nodded and he, Laura and Frank followed the doctor over to a corner of the waiting room. Dr. Jennsen looked at Frank. Frank narrowed his eyes at the man and opened his mouth to tell him he wasn't going away, but his dad beat him to it.

"Frank should hear whatever you have to say," he told the doctor in a quiet voice.

Dr. Jennsen nodded. "Joe isn't talking," he began. "That is, he won't write anything down when we ask him questions. His throat has been constricted and abused to the point where he can't speak. But, he will in time. Perhaps after a couple of weeks if he doesn't try and talk at all."

"What else?" Laura demanded when Dr. Jennsen fell silent. He looked up and swallowed, then cleared his throat before continuing. "We don't know for sure what all happened to him but from our examination, we have a fairly good idea."

"What?" Frank asked, his own voice barely a whisper.

Dr. Jennsen informed them of the physical and sexual abuse Joe had endured as their friends watched from nearby and assured them that Joe had tested negative for all Veneral diseases. They saw tears start streaming down Frank and Fenton's faces as Laura threw herself into Fenton's arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

Vanessa began shaking with silent tears and Callie leaned over and hugged her, tears streaming down her face as well. A few minutes later, the doctor left and the Hardy's returned to their friends.

"You aren't going to be allowed to see Joe today," Fenton whispered hoarsely.

"We understand," Biff said, his own voice raspy. "Call us if you or Joe need anything?" he said.

Frank nodded, still not able to speak. Callie hugged him as Vanessa wrapped her arms around Laura. Then the teens left and the Hardys went up to the room Joe had been placed in.

They found him lying on his stomach, his backside having been treated and bandaged. He never acknowledged their presence as they entered. He never even flinched as Frank came over and sat down on the bed beside him.

"Hi, baby brother," Frank whispered in a voice hoarse with emotion. Joe ignored Frank's arm as it moved to touch his own arm. "He's dead," Frank said, unable to think of anything to say.

Joe turned his head away from Frank and faced the wall. Fenton wrapped an arm around his wife for support as they stepped nearer.

"Hi, Son," Fenton said softly. "I'm so, so sorry," he said, his voice breaking.

"Baby," Laura whispered, touching Joe's hair. Joe still ignored them, refusing to turn around. After several more minutes, Fenton, Laura, and Frank fell silent. Less than an hour later, Joe was asleep.

When Joe awoke, he saw Frank asleep in the chair by the bed. His parents were gone. He slipped out of bed, trying to make no noise, but Frank heard him and jumped up.

"Back into bed, baby brother," he ordered gently, putting an arm around his shoulders.

Joe shook his head and pointed at the bathroom. Frank looked where Joe pointed and gave a wan smile. "Need some help?" he asked.

Joe shook his head but Frank helped him to the door and waited while Joe went inside. He could hear Joe retching and felt a wave of hatred wash over him at the man who had hurt his brother. Soon, Joe finished in the bathroom and opened the door. Frank helped him back onto the bed where Joe lay on his side to give his butt some relief.

"I love you, Joe," Frank said after Joe had settled down in bed. Joe just lay there, his head resting on his arm. "Joe, I..." he never finished his sentence. Instead, he broke down crying, burying his head in his arms on the bed in front of Joe. After a couple of minutes, Frank felt a hand on his head and he looked up at Joe through watery eyes.

"I'm so sorry," Frank said. "I should have made you stay at home. I should never have left your side," he said, sniffing.

Joe shook his head and made a writing movement with his hand. Frank reached over to the nightstand and handed Joe the pen and tablet which lay there.

Joe wrote down something and handed it to Frank. "I know," Frank said, reading what Joe had written. "Nothing is the same anymore, and it never will be," Frank agreed with what Joe had written. "But it won't always be so bad," he promised.

Joe gave Frank a look of disbelief. "Mom and Dad went to talk with a psychiatrist and set up sessions for you and us," he said. "You're not in this alone," Frank continued. "You know that, don't you?" he asked urgently.

Joe gave a slow nod. "I can't make what happened go away and I can't make you forget. God knows, I would give anything to be able too," he added, tears streaming unchecked down his cheeks. "But I promise, you will heal. Physically faster than mentally, but you will. I'm going to be there with you every step of the way. You aren't alone. I love you. Mom and Dad love you. Vanessa loves you. No matter what that bastard did to you, you are still the same person you were last week, and nothing will ever change how any of us feel about you."

Joe wrote down something and gave the pad to Frank. "I know you're scared," Frank said, reading the paper. "But you don't have to be," he promised. "He's dead. He can't hurt you ever again."

Joe shook his head and wrote down something else. He looked at Frank, his eyes tearing up. "No baby brother," Frank said softly, lying down beside Joe and letting him lay on his arm. "It wasn't your fault. And no one thinks that. I promise." Frank added, softly as Joe closed his eyes.

Joe heard Frank speaking. On one level, he believed him, but on another, he wasn't sure. Would everything be all right? Would anything ever be all right ever again?

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