Iron Rose Ch. 03

He took his PC and started searching on some things that he felt were gonna help him come up with a really good plan. He had just gone through one website when he heard the doorbell ring.

"About time!" He said abruptly, getting up quickly. "I was starting to wonder if I was gonna starve this night."

He slipped into his sandals and rushed towards the door and with a smile, he opened it wider.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for..." He paused and lost the smile on his face when he realized who was at the door. "...you. Err... may I help you guys with something?"

Jack was surprised when he opened the door and found that instead of the pizza delivery man, there were about five muscular, well-built and dirt looking men with bands around their heads. They seemed to be gang members and he had no idea what they were doing at his house. Did the place change that much since he had left there, he wondered, looking at all the faces outside?

"Hey cute face?" The fat guy that seemed to be the gang leader winked, biting his lip. "Mind if we come in?"

Jack was surprised. He grimaced, looking at the man as if he was the most disgusting thing ever.

"No! I think you've got the wrong address." With those words, Jack quickly shut the door in the guys' faces but got surprised when it wouldn't close. He tried to push it with his entire strength but it just wasn't closing.

That was when he realized that the guy had put his leg there, preventing it from closing. Before he could do anything, the man pushed the door furiously, sending Jack flying to the floor. He hit his butt and it kinda hurt but that wasn't gonna be the only problem if he didn't get the guys out.

"No one does that to me!" The man yelled at Jack who was staring at him nonstop. "Do you wanna get hurt or worse?"

Jack was now breathing harshly, his heart pounding like a washing machine. Blood was running faster than before that he could have sworn he heard it pass through his ears. He was suddenly feeling scared and his body was trembling. He knew he was in trouble.

"What do you guys want?" He stuttered, his voice breaking. "Get out or I'll call the cops on your asses. If I was you..."

Before he finished his sentence the huge backhanded him across the face, sending him to the floor again. He felt like his face was burning and he could have sworn that he felt blood running down his face but in reality, he didn't even get a cut.

"Please!" He sobbed as his hand found his face. "Don't hurt me."

The huge man knelt down, getting ahold of Jack's neck, almost cutting his wind pipe. He felt like he was gonna die. The other four huge guys were just laughing at the top of their voices.

"You think you can threaten me with cops?" The huge man laughed in the most demonic voice Jack had ever heard. "Don't be stupid because I own this area and no cop can handle me."

"Please..." Jack coughed, slowly moving on the floor. "...take anything you want and don't hurt me." He had never been so scared in his life before. "I have money, I have..."

Before he could finish the sentence, he felt the man's hands let go, replaced by a cold metal on his neck. He didn't need to be a genius to know that the metal was a knife, a really sharp knife. He stopped talking and now immense fear was preying on him. He was shivering, feeling like coldness had entered his entire body.

"Now... now, you talk too much." The man chuckled evilly as he started tracing the knife from Jack's neck, going down to his chest and then he started cutting the T-shirt down until it was all cut. Jack knew that the knife was really sharp and he didn't need to mess with the guys otherwise they were gonna cut him to pieces. He was too young to die.

As the other men laughed and looked at Jack like he was their prize, the other huge guy continued tracing Jack to his stomach until he reached his crotch where he stopped and winked at Jack. At that moment, Jack couldn't explain the fear that he felt. All the little strength that had been left in him went away and he just became wish. His breaths were now sounding like a windmill.

"Now, what have you got in there, boy?" The man said rudely as Jack's eyes widened. "Maybe something I would be interested in, something to give us all pleasure!"

"No!" Jack shuddered as he slowly started to move. "No!"

He moved his right leg quickly, kicking the man as hard as he could. As the man fell to the floor, Jack got his opportunity and abruptly got up, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He passed the living room and was about to reach the dining area when suddenly... He hit the floor with a thud, falling on his front. Someone had tripped him and he was now wincing on the floor. It hurt so badly.

"Ow!"

Jack slowly started crawling, trying to reach the kitchen area where he knew he would take weapons to defend himself but he wasn't so lucky. He felt someone get on his back, someone really heavy and he knew it was the same guy.

"Never do that again." The guy yelled in his ear, making him nod quickly. "I promise this is gonna make you feel really good. My cock will make you scream my name. You'll even beg for it."

"No!" He cried as he tried to move but he couldn't. His heart was about to come out his throat. He was so damn scared. "Please! I am married. I have a husband."

"Wow!" One of the men laughed. "That makes it all better. We hear married men are the best. One thing I can assure you is that you'll be appreciating me for a long time after the pleasure I am gonna give you."

"No!"

He felt the guy's hands on his ass and he screamed like the hounds of hell had just arrived in his apartment. He was crying for help but all the guys kept on doing was laugh their lungs out. He knew he was in for a bad time.

With an evil laugh, the huge guy took hold of the trouser, slipping it off, revealing his bare butt. He took the trouser to his knees and furiously ripped the underwear and Jack heard him sniff and laugh. Then he threw it to the floor.

"Please! Somebody help!" He cried at the top of his voice. "Please!"

But no one came to his aid. He heard the guy's zipper and when he tried to move his head, someone pinned him to the floor such that he couldn't move. While his head was pinned, he felt his trouser being removed and suddenly his legs beings opened wider. It hurt.

He could feel cold air on his hole and he knew it was now exposed. There was nothing to stop them from raping him. He felt the guy roughly rubbing on his hole and he felt like something disgusting had crawled up his skin. He tried to move, screaming like an idiot.

"Now hold still, baby..." The guy lay on top of him and he felt like he was gonna throw up. "...I promise you'll feel good."

With those words, the guy positioned his cock on Jack's hole and from what Jack could gather, the head was really huge. There was no way he was gonna accommodate it.

"Plea..."

He didn't even finish his sentence when the man thrust his hips forward furiously, inserting his entire cock in Jack's hole. It went past Jack's ring furiously and he felt something rip. His eyes suddenly widened as his mouth gaped and he felt like his air supply had been cut.

A terrible pain shot through his entire system all the way to his heart, making him feel like his veins had been cut. Then suddenly, a deafening scream escaped his mouth as hot tears flooded his face. He tried to move but couldn't.

"Ah..." The man hissed as he went in even rougher than before, hitting his prostate violently.

Jack screamed harder than before. The laughs from the dirty men wasn't helping anything at all. It was just adding to his pain.

"Ah..." The man hissed again while he slammed in like he was pounding something. "...shit! You're so tight!" He moaned. "You're so sweet."

Jack had never experienced such pain in his life before. It was like the man was raping him with a knife because each time he thrust in, it felt like something in there was being cut. He felt something wet on his ass and he knew that he was bleeding.

He cried! He begged! He cursed! But nothing was helping and his pain was increasing every second. There were times when he felt like he was gonna pass out and there were times when he threw up but nothing helped with his pain. He was now feeling like someone was passing knives throughout his body. It was painful.

The man kept on raping him brutally, licking his neck and telling him how sweet his was. The rape seemed to go on forever. The man continued raping him for over ten minutes, brutally killing his very soul. His face was entirely wet and nothing he did seemed to help. He tried to open his legs wider to make the pain go away but he couldn't.

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, he heard the man's breaths change and his moans get louder. His thrusts got rougher and harder until Jack felt his insides being sprayed by the man's dirty hot cum. He cried even more as the man continued filling him up to the last drop.

Then he collapsed on top of him, kissing his back.

"You're a sweet bitch!"

Jack cried even more as he relived the entire incident, what had just happened to him. He cried at the top of his voice. When the man withdrew, he felt cold air enter his gaping hole and pain shooting through him.

He thought his abuse had ended but he was dead wrong. The four remaining men took turns brutally raping him and all of them had monster cocks. They raped him for over an hour while they laughed at the top of their voices, filling his ass with their dirty cum.

By the time they were done, he was lying weakly on the floor, crying his heart out. The pain he felt was worse than death. The anger, the humiliation, all kinds of emotions were taking control of him. He was really in so much pain.

"You little slut." One of the men laughed as he zipped himself up. "You were enjoying this all thing. Your cum is on the floor and your little cock is still hard."

"Why wouldn't he?" They laughed. "His husband doesn't service him enough. We'll miss you sweetie and if you ever need our services, you can call us."

The men dressed up, spat on Jack and left him lying there, taking with them some of his valuables.

As he lay there, weak and in so much pain. He started wondering where his life was gonna head now that he was ruined. He felt like a slut, a whore. He felt dirty, disgusting and really weird. How was he gonna face the world now, he thought as he slowly tried to move but was welcomed by a really sharp pain in his ass?

"Mommy..." He cried. "Daddy!"

He folded his arms around himself as he trembled on the floor like he was convulsing. There was nothing more painful than what had happened to him. What did he do to deserve that?

***

"Jack!" Miguel called as soon as he opened the door to Jack's apartment, rushing in the house.

But he stopped in his tracks when he saw the state of the house. Moving his eyes around, he saw just how messy the house was. He had been there that same afternoon and the place seemed fine. Now there were piles of papers everywhere, chairs scattered, cushions and broken furniture. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.

It was past midnight and Jack's call seemed really urgent. He had just dressed as fast as he could and rushed to his apartment and was now standing there, wondering if he was in the right apartment.

"Jack, are you in here." He dropped the phones on a small table. "Ja..."

He didn't even finish calling him when he saw him seated on a corner. Jack was looking messy. He had a bruise on his forehead and another on his cheek. His eyes were red and swollen and he seemed really bothered, like he was going insane or something. His hair was messy and his hands were shaking terribly.

Jack had a cigarette in his hand and a glass of whisky. He was wearing a black shirt that was unbuttoned and a black cargo short that just seemed wrong in all areas.

"Jack!" Miguel rushed to him and knelt in front of him, looking at him with pitiful eyes. "What's going on? You don't look so good? Are you okay?"

Jack looked at Miguel, a tear going down his cheek. "I was raped!" He said weakly. "Five men raped me brutally."

"Oh my God!" Miguel covered his mouth, his eyes widening. "What?" He gasped, shaking his head. "Who would do something so barbaric, Jack?"

"Five gang members came here and they raped me, Miguel." He sobbed, not bothering rubbing his tears. "They raped me. Those dirty men raped me."

"No!" Miguel shook his head. "We need to call the police right now. Those men must be found and I will see to it that they are found and..."

"No!" Jack gripped Miguel's hands, shaking his head. "No police. I don't want anyone to know about this."

Just as he had thought. "What?" Miguel gasped. "Are you being serious right now? We need to..."

"No! We're talking about my image here, Miguel." He said as more tears followed. "How do you expect me to tell the world that five dirty men raped me?"

"Does it matter?" Miguel raised his voice. "We're talking about..."

"No!" He wasn't gonna allow anyone to know. "Maybe..." He was acting like he was mad. The pain had already gotten to his brain and he wasn't thinking straight. "...maybe this is... this is karma." He said as he emptied the glass of whisky in his mouth. He remembered years back when Miguel had been raped and now it had happened to him.

"Karma?" Miguel frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I... I am just talking nonsense." He stuttered, holding Miguel with his shaky hands. "But I cannot let anyone know. I called you because I trust you. If Gabriel gets to know about this then he'll leave me for good. He'll never come back to me." His obsession with Gabriel was controlling him. "Please!" He gripped Miguel harder. "Don't let Gabriel know about this. Promise me, no one will know about this."

"How do you expect me..."

"Promise me!" he yelled as tears now reached his chin. "Please!"

Miguel sighed, shaking his head. "Fine! I won't tell anyone. But at least, come with me." He started helping Jack up, hearing him wince. "You need to at least get cleaned."

He helped Jack get up and took him to his room. The guy was limping and crying as they walked to his room but instead of pity, Miguel found joy in the bastard's pain. He hadn't seen anything yet. Miguel had just began. An evil grin appeared on his face as he took the guy to his room.

***

Miguel was feeling really uneasy and restless. He was moving about in the garden, rubbing on his face softly. He had no idea why he felt like that. In fact, he had been feeling like that the past few days because he had done a lot in such short time without even recovering from one thing. The idiots had turned him into a monster and that monster was gonna destroy them.

He was putting on a black designer's shirt that was tucked in a pure white designer's trouser with white shoes on his feet. He was still wearing his red hair and he was looking gorgeous, Gabriel's words in the morning and not his. The guy seemed to be drawing closer and closer and he kept telling Miguel he loved him so much.

People in the house had come to know about Gabriel's feelings and they seemed to be happy. Ever since Jack had left the house, things had gotten better in the house and the maids were now happy. Gabriel was now a happy man who was getting on Miguel's nerves each day. He had begging for his love but there was no way Miguel was gonna give that to him. He was so much in pain and each second he spent in that house reminded him of his painful past.

Everything was now back to normal and the guy was now managing his companies.

"Sir!"

Miguel was gotten out of his thoughts when he heard a sweet voice. He quickly turned and found Alicia behind him, wearing a gorgeous smile. He looked at her for a while, yearning to hug her and tell her everything but he wasn't gonna do that.

"Yes!" He nodded, gesturing to a chair. "Please, have a seat."

Alicia nodded and sat down, staring at him. She was wondering why he had called her.

"Alicia, you told me you've been living in this house for as long as you can remember, right?" He asked in a cutting voice.

"Yes!' she nodded nonchalantly, wondering why he was asking that.

"Can you tell me about Gabriel's ex... Dead..." He breathed, slightly closing his eyes. "...dead ex-husband."

"Hmmm..." Alicia sighed, staring at the ground. "Angelo! What can I say?

I was here when he was born. Angelo was the only child of his parents." She started with a smile on her face. "They loved him so much and pampered him too much, especially his father. Though spoilt, he was a really good boy. It so happened that both his parents died when he was very young and he went through a lot when his only surviving family member, his uncle died. He inherited his family wealth when he was very young and he still continued to suffer. He got married to Gabriel and they lived happily until his painful death a few years back. Though bitter, he is the best child any parent could ask for."

Miguel's eyes widened at Alicia's words. From her story, he felt tears building in his eyes. He was really getting emotional and he had never felt so weak in Alicia's presence before.

"How... how did Jack come in the picture?" He stuttered, folding his arms on his chest.

Alicia chirped, shaking her head in pity. "Jack was Angelo's friend, who didn't even think twice before seducing his husband and getting married to him." Then she looked at him and smiled brightly. "But I thank God you came in to save the day."

Miguel felt out of breath. She couldn't believe he had just heard that from Alicia, the woman he had always been so bitter to. He couldn't help but smile while scratching his head.

"Wow, thank you." He chuckled. "That will be all, Alicia."

She smiled and got out of there. When she left, Miguel turned and started crying to himself. It was really painful to know how he had suffered. He couldn't help but cry.

***

"Calm down, please!" Gabriel tried to take Miguel's hand but was stopped before he could even reach.

"Calm down!" He yelled, laughing in the process. "Are you kidding me? Don't you dare tell me to calm down? I need to know exactly what I am getting myself into, Gab."

Gabriel was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He didn't know what Miguel's love was doing to him. It was weakening him and he had no idea what he was gonna do if Miguel ever rejected him. He needed him because in him he thought his Angelo had come back to him.

They were both in Gabriel's room dressed in pajamas. Gabriel had brought Miguel to his room to confess how his love for him was the only thing he wanted and how he wanted him in his life. He was telling Miguel how much he loved him when he had suddenly snapped.

"But, my love..."

"Jack sounded really dangerous." Miguel said in a high tone. "He was promising me that he was gonna deal with anyone who tried to get you away from him. He said that anyone that tried to get close to you was gonna pay with their lives."

"What?" Gabriel couldn't believe Jack had uttered such nonsense. "Did he really?"

"Even more that. He said he had done a lot with you and no one was gonna come enjoy what he had labored for." He said, still mad. "You two have done a whole lot."

"Miguel, I..." Gabriel didn't even know what to say. Jack was crazier than he thought.

"Don't call my name. You've been proposing to me, confessing your love and I still haven't given you my answer." He growled, getting closer to Gabriel who was starting to sweat. "How do you expect me to give you an answer when all I keep hearing from Jack are threats of how he'll kill anyone that get too close to you? My life is on the line here."

"No, my love..." Gabriel was really scared. He held Miguel's hands but got hurt when Miguel withdrew. "...try to..."