Bigrig Ch. 17

"Come now, Bruce. You know there is no use. I have you. And I will have you. And you will not be free of me. Ever. I have learned from my mistakes with Jonathan. And I will not make them again." he grinned at him fully.

Jim's eyes wandered over his body again. He leaned to him once more. His lips caught a prominently hard nipple between them. Slowly he teased it attempting to draw the man in. seeing if he would allow his body the simple pleasure of it. Testing him. Teasing him. Tasting of him.

A hand came up resting in the center of his chest. It glided down the middle of his body at a leisurely pace. Memorizing every detail, the man relished the feel of him. The taste of him. He forced back a moan that threatened with his heightened pleasure in it. And soon he wanted more than just a nipple.

Utterly beguiled by this man, his hand moved further down. Over his abdomen. The trail of hair that began just under his navel. He followed it. Finally, he grasped him fully. Surrounding his moderate hardness in his hand and fingers, he now stroked him. Slowly. Leisurely.

Looking up into his face, he couldn't help but admire his struggle to remain flaccid. But obviously, he had done something the man had liked. And now, he must know what it was.

"Tell me..." he stood keeping him in his hand for the moment. "...Do you like to be touched as I have touched you now?"

Bruce gave him a cold silent stare.

"Come now, Bruce. If we are to be lovers, I must know this. You must have liked it." he knew he was tormenting the man's mind with his questioning. And that was why he did. "You liked the feel of my lips and tongue on your body. And my hand as it moved so slowly. I can imagine, you must have held back such a guttural moan. I would have liked to have heard it rumble in your bowels." the corners of his lips turned up lewdly into a new smile.

As he looked down into the man's face he couldn't help but desire his lips once more. Leaning down, he began again. First a kiss, then moving further down his body. He crouched coming eye to eye finally with his manhood. His tongue teased it slowly, meticulously. He felt it win over the fight of his mind, which amused him. And he continued to relish the fact.

Taking the head into his mouth, he swept his tongue around it. More he took in. slowly drawing back only to take in more with each time he dove down on his shaft.

All the while he watched Bruce. His eyes steadily on his face. The emotions that crossed it thrilled him as they did. He listened for the slightest sound he made. There finally presenting the one time he could not resist the moan that escaped him. And Jim's eyes closed reveling in the moment. It rumbling deep inside Bruce's body. Triumph. Ah...

He released him then. Grasping his hips, his face came closer to his abdomen. Bruce watched him wondering what he meant to do. His throbbing length twitched with the feel of his long hair falling down upon it as the man tilted his head.

Quickly, the side of the man's head was horizontal to the ground. He stared at Bruce's navel long. Then his mouth came open. Wide he opened it coming closer. His face became buried in his belly. Bruce felt his suck in his flesh, the teeth closing around it. Tighter. Harder. More. Bruce began to breathe wildly as pain began to course through him. But he didn't stop.

Suddenly the man fell away. He scrambled looking around him with self preservation in his eyes. The two that stood at Bruce's arms dropped to the ground. He felt the rope give suddenly dropping him face down onto the ground.

Bruce looked up from the dirt and leaves beneath him wondering who had been his savior. He didn't wait to find out, grabbing up his clothes and shoes, he rushed the opposite way that Jim had fled. And he didn't stop for a few minutes. Then he did, slipping his clothes back on. His shoes he put on then stood peering through the trees.

He thought he heard someone but wasn't sure. And he didn't want to get caught by that lunatic again. His belly still burned with the encroachment of his cruel bite. He rubbed it feeling a warm wetness, he hadn't realized before. Looking down, he saw that he was bleeding.

He moaned very unpleasantly. That man had left teeth marks in his body.Sick bastard. He cursed to himself. Then someone caught him from behind. A hand firmly to his mouth, they pulled him deep into the thicket. Bruce fought him vehemently. The man bested him to the ground resting atop him. His face only inches from the dirt, Bruce wanted to scream at the fact that this was two times now that he had been taken.

"Quiet your struggle, my friend." the man whispered, but Bruce knew right away it was Peter.

Ah, now this he could get use to. A little abrupt, but he could stand it once in a while. He almost laughed at the thought as someone when running past. Then Peter's lips came closer to his ear. He silently shushed him while he watched the feet, ankles and half the calves of someone move by again.

Back and forth they were going. And Peter knew he was looking for Bruce. He saw the moment the man had spotted him, starting toward him. And he followed going around the thicket to grab him before the other did.

All the while, Bruce's eye cut up at Peter's face. He could feel everything about him compress against him body. His hair was draped around them like a shroud of a blanket. The upper body rippled between them as he moved with the motion of the flighty runner. His abdomen was so hard and felt so very tempting to Bruce. His hip cut into the small of his back a little. But his thighs, how strong and muscular. His manhood pressed against his bottom, he couldn't help but squirm a little just to feel it more.

Peter glanced down for a moment. Their eyes met. His hand still firmly over his mouth, Bruce couldn't speak. But maybe it was better that way. Instead, he shrugged, not knowing what else to do. Peter almost burst into laughter, but for the man that hung close by.

His attention went directly to him. Remaining there. He soon saw an imminent danger. As the man began to search the trees in the area. Peter moved back pulling at Bruce's waistband. He moved with him, together receding further into the thicket as slowly and silently as they could.

When it rustled they jumped to their feet running fast. Peter turned lifting his weapon firing on the man. He dropped grabbing his leg whining terribly. Then Peter turned taking off after Bruce again.

*****

Tony backhanded Maurice. They both were becoming very exhausted. Both battered and bruised, they fought still. Blood streaked from Tony's right eyebrow, and the corner of his mouth. It was swollen as well, bruised.

Maurice looked worse. But he was still enjoying Tony's passion. His strong fight to maintain, and keep afoot. And he knew he would go on until he pounded him into the ground or couldn't go on anymore. And that was what Maurice hoped for, the latter. Then he could put a bullet in his head and get him out of his misery. And the secret would remain just that. A secret.

As they fought, not paying any attention to their surroundings, Jim slipped up behind Jonathan. He stood watching the display of ego and pride before him. All that testosterone flying about, he was amused. But then he leaned his head down a bit, his body brushing against, Jonathan's. The youth squealed, suddenly being pinned to the car.

Tony looked to him. With all that was in him he leapt onto the hood of the car sliding across to the far side. Jim grasped the youth's throat in a hold Tony knew would crush his larynx. Holding him by the hair at the back of the head, he stepped back from Tony, who continued slowly toward him.

Releasing his hair, he reached behind him producing his hunting knife. It appeared as his arm went around his throat pressing the blade to Jonathan's face. The man cocked his head silently demanding he not move another inch.

Tony stopped dead still. He waited to see what would happen next. All the while his mind buzzed trying to think of a way out of this. And a way that would save Jonathan from being harmed. He saw movement past him but didn't divert his eyes to it, in case it might be Ben getting back up His mind forced him to remain on Mr. Bowman.

Ben stood precariously. Holding his side, he aimed at the back of his head. Looking he saw that Jonathan was almost the same height. He repositioned his aim minutely to the right, as Jonathan's head was left of Mr. Bowman's.

"Let the boy go." he groaned softly.

Jonathan felt his uncle tense suddenly. And the bite of the blade to his jaw came right after.

"Jim..." Tony drew his attention to the cutting.

The man moaned at the fact that he had injured such a pretty face. And they all knew by that, he had no intention of hurting him in the first place. Not his face anyway.

"I said, let him go!" Ben demanded.

Jim chuckled. "Shot me, sir. I have what I came for." the man continued to smile staring at Tony. Then out of the woods came Bruce and Peter. They raced to the scene quickly. Peter rested his arms on the roof of the car. His weapon trained on the man before him.

"Release the boy." Peter grumbled.

"Well..." Jim smiled looking over at him. "...My loyal and faithful subject has finally returned from the grave. You escaped us in the hospital. We were wondering if maybe you had lost your way home. Ah, but now we see, you are no better than these two. I understand everything now."

"Do you?" Peter proposed. "I think not." he suddenly trained his weapon on Maurice who moved in the corner of his eye. "Stay, doggie." he ordered.

Tony laughed. Ben tossed him his weapon which Tony had dropped when he pulled Jonathan out of the car. Lifting his arm, the weapon trained on Maurice he stared at Mr. Bowman. "Hmm. Very pesky ain't we?" he wagged his head at the last.

He tensed when he saw Maurice move. His attention turned to him completely. "Move, Maurice! I swear, I'm itchin', man. Please, move. Just twitch."

Maurice was glued to the spot he stood in not daring to give Tony the satisfaction.

"Jonathan, open the door." Jim spoke low to him. Jonathan looked at Tony for some kind of answer as to what to do.

"Open the door, Jonathan." he demanded louder.

Tony looked to his right locking stares with the youth. That was when Maurice took his chance. Tony and Peter began to fire.

Meanwhile, Bowman attempted to move. Ben rushed on him burying the barrel of his weapon into the back of his head. Peter halted his firing on Maurice to suddenly train on Jim. He wanted so much to drop him, but feared for the youth's life and his aim.

Tony stopped when the Maurice was on the ground. Pulling the clip out, he only had one shot left. "Hmm..." he gave a humorous grimace. "The one with your name on it." he lifted the arm aiming again. "Twitch." he barely was audible.

"You really think that I believe you would try with Jonathan so close? What if you hit him, and not me?"

"I'll take that chance." Tony informed him seriously.

"Tony!" Bruce barked.

Peter held up a hand to silence Bruce. He knew that Tony was now playing a deadly game with the man. His poker face on, he now awaited Jim's move. Would he concede? Or would he make his stand?

"You have three of us trained on you. One of us will hit you. And you just may die, sir." Tony now threw the emphasis of the word, 'sir' back at the man.

"Hmm. Santini, you were good at one time. I would have loved you more than Maurice. But now, I think our legacy is ended."

"Oh, it ended a long time ago for me, Jim. Thank god, I saw the light before it was too late."

"Tony, what are you talking about?" Bruce asked now.

"Well, since all the secrets are coming out now, I guess we all should know. Jonathan, you think about it, babe. You knew you remembered me. And yes, that was me in the truck that day. I was the neighbor that squealed to the cops about you. And I had had enough of what was going on. But you see, Mr. Bowman, here... must have figured it out early. I had to run for my life and cover you from outside the ring.

"He almost drew me in. I almost let him. But I missed the party that night, as did Peter..."

"Yes, we did, my friend. And if we had been there, all of these rats would be out of the way... enjoying the remainder of their existence behind bars, where they belonged. But, Mr. Bowman sent us away to do a mission that did not exist. And we returned much too late to see the things done to you. It would never have happened. And James Bowman knew this, did you not?"

"Well, let's just say, I suspected it. Especially, with Tony. You, I was not sure of. But he, I knew was undercover. Yes, I tried to pull you in you idiot. Did you think I didn't want you on my side, knowing you were a cop? I am not stupid, my friend. And I felt you knew way too much to leave alive."

"The fact is, I didn't have enough to go on." Tony admitted. "And it pissed me off that you set me up overseas."

"Ah, Tony..." Jim feigned sympathy. "I only wanted you to see how good my love could be for you. You enjoy pain so much. You and I could have been such close lovers. And I would have been so happy to oblige you." his expressions were too faked, but Tony knew he was serious.

"Jim, I don't need you. I never needed you. I think we discussed this. Yes, I may be into pain, but I am also not a moron." he emphasized the last. Then he sighed long, rolling his eyes. "You wanna give it up now? Or are we gonna be here all night like this?" he motioned to the west where the sun was sinking fast now.

Jonathan's eyes cut over to Peter as Tony and Jim talked still. He stared long at his friend who smiled at him. Then he made a motion with his head. It was a very subtle one. And Jonathan, at first, did not understand.

Jim leaned his head down to his ear. His grip tightened somewhat on his throat. They watched Jonathan nod, knowing he was making demands in his ear. Jonathan's eyes locked with Tony's again. His lips parted showing his teeth. He labored at breathing now. And his eyes pleaded with Tony to help him.

"Shut up, Jim!" Tony growled finally. "Just shut the fuck up! I'm so tired of your bossing him around. He ain't yer whore anymore. Matter of fact, he never really was."

"What do you mean, Tony Santini?" Jim's head popped up suddenly, a strong look of consternation on his face. "Tell me, now!"

"Well, it seems that Maurice, there... was makin' 'im put out to him...secretly." Tony informed him.

"No! Tell me this is not so, Jonathan!"

Jonathan shrugged. "I thought you knew, Uncle Jim. And I was told that you said it was okay."

"That was not true, Jonathan. No one was to touch you without my permission. You were mine!"

"Oh, I'm not anymore? Then kindly turn me loose, Mr. Bowman." Jonathan proposed.

"Shut up! Be quiet! Your mouth, Jonathan!" he shook his head angrily, and then grinned.

Jonathan took the chance suddenly to buck against his strong hold. He had distracted him, now he would elude him, if possible. The hand about his throat loosened. Jonathan's hand came up. He lunged for the dirt, rolling under the car toward Peter.

Tony side stepped toward the man quickly, coming up to him, but remaining out of arms length, he had seen him in action with that knife, and did not trust him at all. Behind him, Ben remained trained where he was.

Peter leaned down helping Jonathan out from under the car. He motioned for him to remain low. Jonathan sat on the ground seeing the flash, as Peter had begun to stand straight, then attempted to duck again. He heard the fire of both weapons, Tony's and Ben's. Then came the thud of a body dropping to the ground. His eyes widened suddenly as his uncle's knife now jutted from Peter's throat.

Peter stood gasping for air he fell to his knees hard hating that Jonathan had to see this. Their eyes lock and he noted the horror on his face. He was white as a ghost. His hands pressed over his mouth. Tears gushing from his eyes. He shook his head slightly. Negatively. His body tilted sideways. A hand came out to stop or break his fall.

Tony and Ben joined Bruce resting him on the ground gently.

"I need a pen!" Tony shouted, making a slit in the man's trachea as quickly as possible.

Ben groped in his pockets usually carrying one. He lunged for the car seeing Jonathan was petrified in his place leaning on the passenger door. Racing around he lunged into the driver's side finding one quickly. Returning with it, he gave it to Tony, who stripped it plugging it into the hole.

The hollowed sounds of the man's breathing through the tube were then heard. Jonathan leaned speechless, as blackness swirled around him. So much blood. So, little of it to loose. Peter...