4--Chapter 15
The Wounds Within My Heart By James
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The Wounds Within My Heart
Chapter 15
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Since having shot Triston, Mark Harris had been hiding out at a small cabin near his family's home. It was outside of Sangger, and he needed a few days to calm down. He also had a lot of time to drink, and to get his story straight before going to the Brass. It was now approaching Friday which was two days after Triston had been released from the hospital. Harris had heard about that from a couple of police contacts, and he was angry that he hadn't completely taken out the little Retard!
As Harris stood looking up at the sky, he was surprised to find that it was almost night time. Checking his watch, he saw that it was 9:30 P.M. Stepping back into the house, he opened the fridge to retrieve a bottle of Jonny Walker Black Label. He planned to get even more shit-faced than he already was. The beers weren't totally doing it for him, and he figured that they wouldn't. He stopped twisting the cap as he felt something hard press against the back of his neck.
"Scream, and I'll blow your fucking brains all over the wall," a low and hate-filled voice whispered in Harris's ear. "Put the bottle down on the counter. Do it slowly,. Good! Now place your hands behind your back. You know how it's done."
Harris did as he was told, and his fear was now being tempered with anger. No one cuffed him, no one! This was his fucking job! He was the one who was supposed to put shit bag low-lives in cuffs! Who ever this Bastard was would pay, he promised himself that!
"Now, let's go," the voice said in that same hateful whisper.
Now in the van, Harris was strapped to the back right seat. Once the van was going down the highway, the man whispering to him sat down beside him. Removing his sun glasses and mask, Harris was shocked! It was David Swanson. He wasn't going to let this disgusting Fag get away with this!
"Hello Mark," David said in a regular speaking voice. "Sorry to interrupt your night of one-man partying. I'm sure you're really pissed. I would be as well, but I'm not you. That's something for which I'm truly grateful!"
"What do you want?" Harris said struggling to stay in control of his emotions. Fear was now asserting itself even more at this point.
"You'll see here soon," David responded. "For now though, I'll only say that no one hurts my children and gets away with it. I hope you have a lot of inner strength, as well as endless amounts of stamina. You're going to fucking need it where you're going. Yes, I plan to make you my little play toy for hours and hours of lots of fun."
Harris thought he knew what David had in mind, and he felt his heart grow cold with pure terror!
Pulling into the driveway of the building used for these sorts of operations, Collin shut off the van. Everyone exited, and David rushed Harris into the basement of the building. Once in the room where the more grisly of torture and deaths occurred, Harris was strapped to a wooden chair.
"Now we're ready to begin," David said. "Collin, give me the syringe."
Collin did as he was told, and David yanked up Harris's right shirt sleeve. Harris jerked and cried out in pain as he was roughly injected with a large needle. After a few seconds, he began to feel an uneasiness in his guts. He then felt like he could vomit at any time.
"What did you just give me!" Harris said, as full terror took hold of him completely now!
"It's just some medication which will help the process go a little more smoothly," David said, smiling hatefully at Harris.
David then stood up, and with his back turned to Harris, he moved a table in front of the restrained man. He then placed an object on the table. Turning to Collin, David ordered him to get the electrodes.
Once the instruments were secured to Harris's arms and chest, David turned to face him.
"What do you know about Conditioning?" David asked as if they were two friends having a pleasant chat over tea and cakes.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Harris asked, struggling to stay composed.
"Don't be rude," David responded. "I mean just exactly what I asked. What do you know about Conditioning. You know, Pavlov and the bell with the salivating dog?"
"Yeah, I think I know what you're talking about now," Harris responded, still trying to understand.
"The dog got food and had the usual salivatory response, and Pavlov wanted to see if an outside stimuli other than food could generate the same response," David said. "He paired the food with a ringing bell. After a few times, he then left out the food, and just rang the bell. The dog did the usual response as if the food was there, but no food was in front of him. My name isn't Ivan Pavlov, but you are my dog. I'll be training you, and you will give the exact response I expect. Once that's in place, I'll let you go."
"You're going to," Harris began.
"I'm sure you're a little worried," David said interrupting him. "I'd expect you to be a little worried, maybe even a little afraid. Well, no matter. I'll have you exactly where I want you, even more than I already do now."
Stepping aside, Harris saw what was on the table, and he looked again even more intently. It was a police badge, his own badge.
"What are you doing with that!" Harris yelled, feeling totally outraged now!
"You'll see," David answered. "Now look even more intently at the badge. See it well, really well."
Harris did so, then he felt a nausea descending upon him! He looked away for a moment, and it seemed that the nausea was easing up slightly.
"No doubt you're feeling sick to your stomach?" David asked. "That injection I gave you is what's responsible for that. Look at the badge again."
"I can't," Harris said swallowing hard to keep from throwing up.
"Do it!" David roared in his face!
Harris complied, and the nausea was stronger now.
"I'm doing this for Triston, and Nohea," David said. "You tried to kill my son, and could have seriously injured Nohea when you tried to twist his arms behind his back. Again, you don't fuck with my children and get away with it! No one does! You're now finding out what happens when you fuck with the Swanson Family! Collin, press the button!"
Collin did as he was told, and a sudden volt of electricity shot into Harris's chest. It hurt like nothing he had ever known before, and he screamed.
"You fucking Fag!" Harris shrieked in pure agony!
"Again!" David said with pure hate in his eyes! "That second volt is for calling me that name! Do it again, and I'll have Collin hold that mother fucking button until it breaks off!"
Once the electricity stopped, Harris panted hard, and he felt his body still spasming. Soon it was gone, and he struggled to stay in the present.
"Look at the badge again," David said.
"No please!" Harris said close to tears now.
"No Please," David mocked him in a high-pitch voice. "It always makes me laugh when I hear crying little Bitches like you say that fucking shit. As if you're actually going to get us to stop. Yeah right. Now do as I fucking told you!"
Another zap caused Harris's body to seize up in even more intense pain like he hadn't ever known! Harris screamed longer and louder! They then administered a final zap, and Harris jerked back and forth like a child doing a tantrum. Soon he fell back, as much as the straps would allow.
"Collin, get the handcuffs," David ordered.
The shocks came again as Harris was ordered to look long and intently at them, then the process was repeated with Harris's gun, the same one he had used to shoot Triston last Friday. This next round of zaps were longer and came faster and faster. Harris screamed and screamed, long and loud screams that seemed as if they'd rupture everyone's ear drums!
"Fucking Christ!" Collin said, speaking up for the first time. "What in the fuck kind of Opera Shit is that! I never really have cared much for Opera, but this makes the Three Tenors sound almost angelic compared to the caterwauling you're doing!"
Collin laughed cruelly as he pressed the button three more times! Harris screamed even louder, and he slammed hard against his restraints!
"Okay, that's the last one," David said.
Harris was freed from his restraints, then taken to the center of the room and strapped down on a table face-down. His shirt was cut off, and a screen was placed in front of him so he could see it.
"Keep looking at the screen," David ordered.
By this time, Harris was near broken. He looked, and he saw images of police interrogations. The images lasted for almost a minute-and-a-half, then the screen went black. Suddenly Harris felt a flaming white-hot pain across his shoulders. He screamed, then the whip cracked across his back two more times in rapid succession.
"Oh God!" Harris screamed again. "Why are you doing this to me! Just get it over with! I can't take it anymore!"
"We're almost done," David said with laughter in his voice.
The screen came to life once again, this time showing a car chase in which about four police cars chased a black van. This scene played for about 50 seconds before the whip was cracked across Harris's back this time in the center of it! He screamed, and was even closer to throwing up!
The final scene was of a police officer yelling for a suspect to stop, then a shot rang out. Five cracks were administered to Harris's back with ten seconds between each one. Each crack was harder and more painful than the last, and seconds after the last one, Harris vomited so hard his body convulsed!
"Please, I'm begging you!" Harris sobbed after his vomiting was done. "Please stop! I'll do anything! Please just make it stop!"
"Please! Please!" David roared in Harris's face as he yanked the man's head up to make eye contact with David's own hate-filled eyes! "What do you think, you Honky White Trash! Was that what my sons were yelling before you put a fucking bullet in Triston! You think they wanted you to fucking stop, you Bastard! I'll bet it would have been even more of a kick for you if my sons were black! Hell, why not! You fucking pigs are basically all Racist! After all, the police force was founded in Racism! You all cry about how Blacks can have better relations with you guys, they don't want to! Why should they! You guys don't deserve to have good relations between you and them! You're all not much better when it comes to disabled people either! You guys have beaten up, harassed and killed many disabled people from kids to adults. Those who are mentally ill to those who are Autistic and everything in between! You guys all deserve to fucking die! You especially Harris!"
Unstrapping Harris, David then sat him at a table, then restrained him once again. A plate was set in front of him, and on it was two pieces of bacon.
"Pig meat for the pig," David said laughing hatefully.
"What is this?" Harris asked truly terrified beyond reason now!
"It's two amazing strips of crispy bacon you fucking idiot," David answered. "Collin even seasoned it for you. You're really going to love it. Now eat it!"
Harris's right hand was uncuffed, and David held a gun to the back of Harris's scull. Harris picked up the first strip of the crisp meat. He took the smallest of bights and his mouth was suddenly filled with almost searing red-hot pain! He screamed, and yet David ordered him to finish that strip pressing the gun harder into his skin!
The second strip was finished now, and Harris was screaming in pure agony, and sobbing like he had never done before in his life. He gasped in huge gulps of air, and the burning was painful enough to almost shatter what was left of Harris's sanity!
"That special little surprise is called The End Hot Sauce," David said, once Harris's sobs subsided. "Hurts like Hell doesn't it? I'm sure it does! I hope it hurts like a Mother Fucker! I hope you remember this for the rest of your shit garbage life! I hope your sleep is filled with nightmares about everything that happened here tonight you Bastard! All this is to make sure that you never live a peaceful life from here on out, never again! You only have yourself to blame! You did this to you! You are a disgusting piece of shit, and you deserve to fry in the fires of Hell for all of eternity! Go on Collin, get this Bastard out of here!"
Once Harris was dropped off back at his house, he struggled to pull himself together. His terror was still at the highest it had ever been, and he struggled to fall asleep that night.
During the next four days, he struggled to get his sanity back to normal. He then noticed a surprising and truly horrifying thing. When ever he saw a police car when out in the community, or even a police officer walking around near him, he couldn't look at either thing without feeling a deeply intense sense of panic! It descended upon him suddenly and without warning! He struggled through each panic attack, and by the fifth day he was further and further to the edge of total insanity!
Finally on the sixth day, Harris was in the grip of the strongest panic attack as he ran down several sidewalks struggling to over-come the blinding terror! He had seen four police cars passing through on his morning walk, and by the afternoon he saw three police officers pass him on foot! Nausea flooded his guts, and he found a trash can far away from the public where he threw up several times!
By the time 3:00 P.M. came around, Harris passed a police station. That brought everything back, and his panic was upon him once again! It flooded every sense, and he ran like never before. He continued running for miles, and had he been visually aware, he would have seen that his running feet were taking him right into on-coming traffic!
In the street now, Harris ran and ran, not noticing the dark-blue car that was coming close to him. The car struggled to brake in time, but it was too late. It slammed Harris hard enough for him to become airborne. Harris's body was thrown almost six feet into the air, then crashed down hard on the roof of a pickup truck about three cars away. At that point, Harris's ribs, both legs and his skull was shattered! As Harris slid off the truck, he fell flat on the pavement, and as he struggled to stand, the truck braked, but like the car before it, the stop came too late. Harris was flipped up into the air again, and his body was flung up onto a five-foot tall sign, the top edge of which was sharp enough to slice open his abdomen!
Harris slid down the metal post, but not before he was practically disemboweled in front of everyone!
"Jesus Christ!" one man screamed, his head shoved out the passenger window of a lime-green car.
"Someone call 9-11!" a woman screamed in a white minivan which was on Harris's left.
As Harris lay there, he felt his blood flowing fast, and his guts spilling from his abdomen as he struggled to breathe! Everything hurt, and the hot burning agony in his stomach was like nothing he had ever experienced before! He struggled to speak, but nothing came out save for a couple of unintelligible grunts! Harris gasped three more times, then his body jerked several times! Soon loud snoring like sounds came from his mouth and nose. It sounded like the snorts of one who has Sleep Apnea when it goes untreated, but in reality Harris was going through what's called Agonal Breathing. This is when the body goes through a couple of last attempts to breath before death finally comes.
Harris let out one final snort, then lay still. He was nothing now. Mark Harris, who had been a cop with a badge and a gun, was now not only disgraced, but also an attempted murderer and an abuser of the LGBT Community. He was also nothing but an abuser of the Disabled as well. He continued to lay there just a Ableist and hateful mound of human garbage soaked in a spreading lake of his own blood and shit, not recognized nor loved by anyone! At 3:30 P.M. on that bright sunny day, it was all over for Mark Harris!
No sooner did Mark Harris fall to the pavement, then several of David Swanson's operatives arrive to take him to the place they took the officers from before. The two men's bodies were burned and were dealt with so that no one would ever find them. Cover stories were set forth that were iron-clad in their believability, and this would be how Harris would be dealt with as well.
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Nohea
Things were slowly getting back to normal for our family, save for a couple of nightmares I awoke from a few times. It was the same for Triston, and he would usually get in bed with me where I would hold him for the rest of the night. There were also a couple of times where a car back-firing scared Triston, and left me on edge as well. Dad set us both up to get counseling, and Triston was paired with one who specialized in treating Autistics who had histories of trauma. I was continuing to see the one I had been seeing since coming to live with Dad and Triston. It was helping, especially with the aftermath of the shooting.
I had been thinking about all that as I took my seat to watch Pietro's last wrestling match for the season. It was nearing May, and I would be finishing my last track event a couple of days later. I was really looking forward to school being out in a few weeks, and I was glad that everyone else felt the same, including Pietro!
Pietro's match was underway now, and he was doing really well, though there were a couple of times starting out that his opponent had him pinned so that Pietro had to work to reverse positions. We all cheered him on, and it seemed that his opponent, a boy named Andrew, was gaining on him. Soon though, Pietro was the one on top once again. Eventually, Andrew tapped out, and the coach declared the match a total success!
I watched as Pietro and Andrew shook hands, and we all then congratulated Pietro! He thanked us all, then headed off to shower with the other boys. I was really proud of him, and would definitely let him know that once we were back beside each other again.
We headed back to Pietro's house, and for that Tuesday afternoon, it was just the two of us. Triston and Jack were at our house spending time with each other, and I was glad that they were getting a chance to see one another. Right now though, I had my mind set on having some extra special alone time with the love of my life. We had had a couple of quick sex sessions over the last couple of weeks. It was hard fitting them in with everything that had been going on, and we were going to make up for lost time now though! Pietro and I had texted each other on the way home where we hinted at said activities. He let me know that everyone would be out until at least 6:00 P.M.
After Dad drove away, I followed Pietro into the house where I closed then locked the door. We were immediately in each other's arms, holding each other tightly and kissing deeply! I really needed that moment, and I could sense that Pietro did as well! As we stood there passionately kissing, I felt my horniness get even more intense as Pietro plunged his tongue deep into my mouth! I moaned loudly as we began pressing against one another losing ourselves in the feel of our hardness pushing together!
After another moment, I broke the kiss not wanting to come in my pants. I then went over to the fridge and asked Pietro if he was thirsty. He laughed knowingly and I smiled.
"Yeah, I figured that you're wanting that, but I mean do you want a Coke? I could use one at the moment."
He took one when I held it out, and we sat down at the kitchen table enjoying our drinks and each other's company.
"You were really amazing out there earlier," I said. "From what you've told me before, you definitely know how to use your strength to pin your opponent."
"I just focus intensely, and keep my mind on what I'm doing," he answered.
"I figured you do," I said.
"I do have to say though, it's really difficult not getting hard while I'm doing my moves out there," Pietro went on. "I don't mean because of it being another boy beneath me, but because I'm having to keep from imagining that it's you I'm pinning."
He moved his hand across the table, and began caressing the top of my arm in that slow sensual way that always put me in the mood. I smiled, as I felt my balls tingle deep from within! He did it a couple more times, and by this time I had only a little left in my bottle. I finished it quickly, and Pietro did the same.
Standing up, he moved around to where I sat, and he leaned down taking my face in his hands. Leaning in, he kissed me long and deeply as he held the back of my head firmly! I loved it when he took control like that, and at that moment I realized fully just how much I wanted him to be powerful over me when we were being sexual!
We kissed for another moment, then he broke it and held out his hand. I stood and took it as we went back to our bedroom. Once Pietro closed and locked the door, he led me over to the bed. We stood beside it with our arms wrapped around one another and our foreheads touching. I felt my cock harden once again, and precum was flowing from the tip like a waterfall!
"Maybe you could show me what you mean by focusing intently on what you're doing," I said just above a whisper. "I'd be interested in seeing how hard you work to pin your opponent. You know, for educational purposes."
Pietro laughed then turned us so that I was with the backs of my legs against the edge of the bed.
I relaxed as he pushed me down slowly and firmly. He then pressed down on me, and I struggled to move out from under him. He seemed to anticipate my move, and he moved to the left with me. I tried moving right, and he was quicker. Pushing up only made him tense up his body and press a little more against me pinning me down so that I could hardly move!
I pushed up, and this resulted in my hard cock pressing against his own. It was like pushing against granite!
I moved suddenly to my left which threw off Pietro. He clearly didn't anticipate the move, and I was able to get him on his back. I pinned him, and I was able to keep him there for almost a minute. He just as suddenly moved to the right, and then he had me underneath him once again! We were both sweating heavily at this point, and we stopped long enough to remove our shirts and shorts. Now just in our boxers, we resumed our activity.
As Pietro wrestled me down again, the only sounds that could be heard was our heavy breathing and occasional grunts of effort as each of us struggled to pin the other! Sometimes our bodies would lightly collide producing a light slapping sound that really turned me on even more! I was able to pin Pietro a few more times, then he had me pinned as we continued to move against one another! By this time our boxers had shifted and our cocks were pressing directly on one another! The skin-on-skin contact was totally electric, and that combined with the smell of Pietro's sweat and the feel of his precum-soaked cock against mine pushed me closer to the edge! , After another moment of pushing against him, I tapped out, and he pressed his mouth to mine, resulting in us sharing several hot wet kisses as we helped each other off with our boxers! I then broke the kiss, and we sat up then moved the blankets and sheets down to the foot of the bed.
We then got full-length on to the bed, and I moved so that Pietro was on top of me as we passionately kissed while holding each other tightly! We thrust against each other hard and fast, and I loved how it felt! I was in pure Heaven as we made love, and I could feel just how much each of us needed the release!
Pietro then surprised me when he stopped everything, but then I realized what he was doing. He moved so that he was facing my cock. His cock was just inches from my own mouth, and we went down on each other practically at the same time! We sucked hungrily on one another's cocks occasionally moving off to suck and lick on each other's balls! This brought us closer and closer to the edge, and we were now fucking each other's mouths with total abandon!
Soon we were getting even closer, and we both had a hold of one another's asses as we fucked one another's mouths totally ready for release! Soon Pietro was flooding my mouth with his thick hot cream! I was blasting into his mouth a second later, and we came and came completely unable to stop! I swallowed quickly, and Pietro was doing the same! Soon though each of us slowed then stopped coming! We then licked up the last few drops, then I was moving into Pietro's embrace when he turned around to face me once again!
We held each other tightly as we shared several deep and long kisses! We kissed like that for a few moments, and took time to caress each other all over. Soon though, Pietro broke the kiss, and I rested my head against his chest. He moved to pull the covers over us, and I settled into his warm arms.
"You really needed that didn't you," I said, moving my face to his and kissing his cheek gently.
One tap.
"I needed it too," I replied. "I love you so much, and that was truly amazing! Sex with you is so wonderful, and this was the best we've had so far!"
Pietro made a sound of agreement, then gently kissed me on the lips. I returned the kiss, then rested my head against his chest. He stroked my back up and down gently as I told him how much I loved him. He returned the sentiment, and soon I was drifting off totally loved and safe in his arms!
Author's Notes
I hope you like how Mark Harris had been delt with, and with him and his group of pigs out of the way, things will start getting back to normal for the boys. Also, I hope you liked the time Nohea and Pietro shared. It had been a while since they had a chance to really be alone with each other making love, so I figured they could use the time with each other.
In the next chapter, they'll be having more time to just enjoy each other both sexually and non-sexually. I hope you like what happens where all that's concerned. Having said all that, I hope you're all having a good evening, and doing well. I'll see everyone in Chapter 16.