Chapter 101 – An Expeditious Retreat
Saturday, April 22 (11:15 PM)
The urgency in Nick's voice combined with the grim expression displayed on his face, left no doubt in my mind as to the seriousness of our situation.
We had to leave. Now.
As I scrambled to my feet, my mind started racing.
Nick taking Jeremy away from Brad was probably the LAST thing I expected to happen this weekend.
Yes, I had wanted him to act and yes, I was relieved to see my friend being carried into the relative safety of the guest bedroom. But still, it was hard to get over the fact that Nick had suddenly taken such drastic measures
to end his friend's cruel reign over the boi.
In any other circumstance, I would've been swept off my feet by Nick's actions.
But everything had happened so fast and so unexpectedly.
There was no time for questions. No time for talk.
I couldn't quite believe it, but here Shawn was, carrying the poor boi in his arms after having helped his older cousin beat Brad up and knock him out cold.
I had no idea how much of a role he actually played in the brawl that had just taken place, but I was really grateful for his presence.
Brad may have been a bit smaller and lighter than the two cousins, but he was definitely the craftiest of the three and was probably a really nasty fighter as well.
Had Shawn not barged in on time, who knows what might've happened?!
Brad could've taken Nick out, either with brute force or with a blow to the head.
The mere thought of it sent shivers through my spine.
It took me a few seconds to finally get up and collect myself, but Nick really wasn't satisfied.
He clenched his jaw tight, huffed in frustration and walked right up to me before clamping one of his hands behind the back of my head and using the other one to smack me on the cheek and raise my chin up.
"Look at me." he growled, frowning deeply while attempting to keep his voice calm. "Focus! I need you to get dressed and pack our things up, now." he told me, holding my face tight so that I was staring straight up into his eyes.
I looked up into my handsome lover's angry blue orbs and quickly nodded my head obediently before getting to work.
Ignoring the fact that Jeremy didn't seem quite as cooperative as I would've hoped, I immediately started getting dressed and scrambled like mad in the hopes of quickly gathering our stuff before Brad managed to regain consciousness.
I ended up packing myself up like a mule, carrying not only my bag of clothes, but also Nick's pack and both of our grooming kits.
I swear, my hands were moving as fast as my heart was beating.
In less than two minutes, I had everything packed together and ready to go.
By the time I ran to the guest bedroom to alert Nick of my progress, the blond hunk was already fully dressed and had his massive parka and thick leather gloves on.
I opened my mouth, but instead of speaking up, I just stood there and suddenly found myself dealing with a pretty serious moral dilemma...one that still bothers me, even to this day.
Not only was Jeremy now fully alert and quickly regaining his senses, but he was also putting up much more of a struggle now. Something wasn't right.
The underwear-clad nineteen-year-old twink was struggling to break free and didn't seem the least bit interested in going along with Nick's plan.
"Mmmno! Stop! Let me go! What are you guys doing!?" he cried out.
I watched in horror as the small, heavily-battered teen was pinned down and expertly rolled up into the moderately thick guest bedroom comforter. His scrawny, 130-pound body was no match for the two muscular giants, and his pitiful cries were promptly muffled up by my beefy lover's huge, leather-clad hands.
I felt torn in half.
As much as I hated the toxic relationship Jeremy had going on with his abusive Dom, and as much as I wanted to drag him out of it, we couldn't ignore the fact that he was an adult and couldn't just take him away by force.
Doing so would've been wrong.
Yet, that was EXACTLY what Nick and Shawn appeared set on doing!
Jeremy was screaming and struggling to be let go, but the two muscular brutes had no trouble pinning him down and wrapping him up real tight to stop him from escaping.
I just wanted to run up to my friend, hug him and tell him that everything would be alright.
I would've talked him into coming with us, would've convinced him that Brad was a danger to his health and sanity.
But there was no time for that.
"Hurry up!" Nick growled, keeping a tight grip over the puny prisoner's face while his hunky cousin tore the pillowcase off one of the pillows and quickly knotted it up into a sizeable ball.
My blue-eyed lover let go of Jeremy's face and clamped his big, gloved hands over the boy's throat and forehead.
"Stop! No! I don't wanna gmmmpphh!" was all the kid managed to cry out.
My heart just sank and my legs suddenly felt too weak to support the weight I was carrying.
I actually had to rest my weakened body against the bedroom doorframe as the gruesome spectacle unfolded before my eyes.
My friend clearly didn't wanna be taken away.
The fact that he was struggling so much and was calling out for his incredibly abusive Master to come save him, really tore at me and left a bitter feeling in gut.
This wasn't right.
But neither was leaving him here and letting the abuse go on.
The kid yelled and tried to scream his Master's name out, but Shawn forced the large knot into the protesting sub's mouth and roughly pulled the ends of the pillowcase down. Nick immediately followed suite, grabbing the boy's hair and yanking his head up off the mattress, allowing his younger cousin to secure the gag.
Shawn lost no time in doing so.
His huge pecs and biceps bulged as he pulled the pillowcase taut and knotted it up real tight behind Jeremy's head, securing the balled up wad deep inside his prisoner's mouth.
I watched my friend's panicked face contort into a look of fear and anger.
His struggling increased and his muffled cries became more violent and urgent.
Even as Nick wrapped the comforter over his face and lifted the tightly mummified form up over his shoulder, my heart ached at the sheer wrongness of what we were doing.
The blond hunk gave me a grim look as he turned to exit the room and saw me standing by the doorframe.
He seemed just as deranged as I about Jeremy's frantic struggling. But the look on his face betrayed a sense of unwavering determination.
Whatever he had seen in the Brad's bedroom...
Whatever he had caught his buddy doing to the kid...he was putting an end to it and that was final.
If that meant kidnapping the boy and taking him away for his own safety, then so be it.
Shawn quickly barged past me and ran to the living room so that he could gather his belongings and get dressed.
Nick gave me a cold, meaningful look before grabbing my upper right arm and hurrying me towards the front door.
Brad would be waking up and regaining his senses any second now.
And neither of us wanted to be here when that happened.
Should a second conflict ensue between the temperamental brute and my lover, I'm pretty sure blood would've been drawn, and I certainly wouldn't put it past Brad to pull out a knife or a blunt object during the fight.
This was no time to ponder the moral implications of what we were doing.
This was a time for urgency and a time for immediate action.
We'd deal with the consequences later.
Right now, our top priority was to get everyone out in one piece, and that included Jeremy.
Everything else came in distant second.
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