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"Oh man, this video is awesome," Jacob said to Steve as he played the video clip over and over.

"I told you! Just look at his pathetic face while he licks this shoe!” laughed Steve.

The video Jacob watched showed his son Anthony being hit and taunted by 2 young men. Jacob had already jerked off twice on it.

"Is he still in the hospital?" Steve asked.

"No, they released him the next morning. Next time we have to tell the boys not to hold back so much."

"Yes, the boys are looking forward to it. Especially Kyle.”

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Anthony lay in his bed. He was physically well enough again, but he still wanted to stay at home today. The shock was still deep. He had been bullied many times before, but it had never happened before that a few complete strangers attacked him so brutally. He remembered the sentence his father had said to him a few days ago after Marco had suddenly broken up with him: <> His father was right, and there seemed to be a lot of people who didn't like him. He wondered if his father was one of them too. He hadn't even visited him in the hospital. Well, Anthony was only there one night and he hadn't told his parents the truth. He told them the injuries were from accidentally running into a cyclist. Kyle was kind enough to confirm this story. Kyle was the only person Anthony could think of right now. He had saved him. He was such a cool guy, strong and handsome. Anthony had fallen in love with him. Would he see him again? At that moment he was pulled out of his thoughts by the ringing of the doorbell. He heard his mother open the door and footsteps approaching.

"Darling, are you awake? You have a visitor!” his mother shouted.

"A visitor? Yes I'm awake, come in."

When his mother opened the door to his room, he could hardly believe who she had with her: It was Kyle.

“Look, it's Kyle. He really wanted to see if you were okay again. Isn't that so nice of him? Thanks again for taking our Anthony to the hospital after finding him on the street. We are so grateful to you.”

"Oh, don't worry, Mrs. Stone. That was my pleasure,” Kyle said.

"Fine, then I'll leave you alone." Anthony's mother said and left the room.

Kyle stood next to Anthony's bed. Anthony's heart was racing with such excitement that he didn't even know what to say.

"Do you still feel pain?"

"No. I'm actually fine again. I owe you a lot. Also for lying for me. I just don't want my parents to freak out."

"Like I said, I was happy to do it."

"And that you came here especially to see me..."

"You know, I have to be honest, I've been thinking about you ever since," Kyle said, touching Anthony's cheek with his hand.

"Kyle...I..." Anthony stuttered.

"Sorry, that was pretty insensitive of me," Kyle apologized. "I'm sure you want to be left alone. I better go."

"NO. Um... please stay.”

"For real?"

"Yes, please. A little company is good for me.”

"All right. But tell me, may I sit down? I was up all night working,” Kyle said.

Anthony felt uncomfortable lying here, leaving an exhausted Kyle. So he got up and offered Kyle to make himself comfortable on the bed. Kyle took off his shoes and sat on the bed.

"You can put your feet up too if you want," Anthony offered.

"Good idea, man. Those feet are killing me,” Kyle said, lying down.

"Now what would I give for a nice foot massage..." he added.

"Well, I could do that," Anthony offered.

"I can't ask that of you."

"Oh, after everything you've done for me, that's the least I can offer."

Kyle was persuaded. A moment later Anthony was kneeling by the bed. Kyle asked him to take off his socks. Anthony complied, a strong odor hitting his nostrils. Kyle really seemed to have been up all night. But the smell didn't bother him, he even found it all erotic. And so Anthony started massaging Kyle's sweaty feet., so he wouldn't stop until Kyle was satisfied. 

"Yeah you're doing fine kid," Kyle said contentedly as he put his hands behind his head and grinned widely.

Anthony had never massaged another guy's feet and was unsure, but Kyle's words motivated him. Even if it got a bit uncomfortable for Anthony after a while.

At one point, Kyle mentioned that he had a dry throat.

"Would you like me to get you something to drink?" Anthony asked.

"That would be great!"

Immediately Anthony jumped up to get a cool Coke for his guest. After handing it to Kyle, Kyle asked him to continue the massage. Under other circumstances Anthony would have thought that was rude, but right now he was just glad that he was here and that he could do something good for him. Anthony would have preferred Kyle to stay forever, but after he finished his Coke he stood up.

"Unfortunately, I have to go now. But it was good to see you. Tell me, do you already have plans for Saturday?” Kyle asked.

Anthony said no.

"Then come over to me. My parents aren't there for the weekend and we could have a good time, if you understand?” Kyle continues.

Anthony didn't hesitate for a second.

"That would be great!"

"Okay, then give me your number. I'll pick you up on Saturday!"

Anthony was still thinking about saying something to him while he wrote down his number, but as soon as he had handed the number to Kyle, he was gone. And yet Anthony felt happier than he had in ages. Although he was a bit excited when he thought of Kyle's hint: <<My parents aren't there for the weekend and we could have a nice time, if you understand?>>

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Saturday

Kyle sat in his car waiting for Anthony to leave the house. Punctual to the minute, he saw him walking down the driveway. He smiled. Kyle smiled back. That fag was so stupid. He really thought he was going to drive to Kyle's house and engage in sick homo sex with him there. Kyle was so amused by how easy it had been to wrap the little fairy around his finger. Just before they reached the destination, Kyle said:

"I have a little confession to make. We're not alone after all. There are still 2 buddies of mine there. I had forgotten that we wanted to watch the game on TV together. They also said they really want to see you.”

"Oh… I see." Anthony said a bit disappointed.

"Don't worry, it will still be an unforgettable evening. I promise!"

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Anthony didn't know if it should reassure him or upset him even more that he wouldn't be alone with Kyle. After they entered the house, Kyle showed him the way to the living room and said he would be right there. Anthony heard the TV and as he entered the living room he saw that Kyle's 2 buddies were sitting on the couch.

"Matt look, the fag is already here!" said one of the two.

Anthony was rigid with shock. He thought he was in a nightmare. Kyle's 2 "buddies" were the 2 guys who beat him up in the parking lot back then!

"Yes we are already here. I hurried on because I didn't want to miss the start of the game,” Kyle said calmly as he came up behind Anthony.

"What's going on here. Kyle, what's that about?” Anthony asked, horrified.

"What do you mean?"

"Are you kidding me? You invite the guys who bashed me? What is this sick game?” Anthony asked desperately.

He didn't know what to feel right now.

Kyle laughed.

"C'mon, you fag ask what sick shit this is? You're the one who's sick. Okay, maybe our little act in the parking lot was a little over the top, I'll admit that. But to see your dumb face like this was worth it. And you liked all that, didn't you?"

"What?!"

"You guys should have seen him. I was only in his room for 2 minutes and just waved my stinky feet when he massaged me and served me a cold drink."

The 2 boys on the couch laughed.

"These fags are all the same," Matt said.

"Now go over to my buddies Matt and Norman and thank them for spending their quality time with you!" Kyle demanded.

Anthony plucked up courage, turned and ran on the spot. He had reached the front door despite Kyle chasing him but it wouldn't open.

"Don't try, faggot. The doors are locked. Look at me,” Kyle said, having caught up with him now.

Anthony turned and looked at Kyle for a second before out of the blue Kyle slapped him in the face.

"That was for not respecting my hospitality."

Sitting on the floor and crying, Anthony wiped the blood from his lip. Kyle was standing above and gave him the finger. 

A few minutes ago Anthony loved Kyle so much and now he was just afraid of him.

"So now go to my buddies and thank them. I'm not repeating that a third time, fag!”

Anthony staggered back into the living room on shaky legs. 

"Hey, don't put yourself in front of the TV, you idiot!"

Anthony excused himself and got down on his knees so that Matt and Norman would be able to see the TV.

"I... I want to thank you for spending your time with me," whimpered Anthony.

"Wow, that was one of the most pathetic thanks I've ever heard," Norman said.

"Sorry..." said Anthony. "Please don't hurt me."

In response, Norman kicked him in the stomach.

"First, it means, 'Excuse me, SIR Norman.' And second, I hurt you when the fuck I want to!"

"Yes… Sir, Norman!" Anthony replied while gasping for air.

"So guys, did we finally get everything sorted out then? The game is about to start and there are still no beers and snacks here!” Kyle said annoyed.

"Come on fagot, the stuff is in the kitchen. Hurry!” he called to Anthony.

Anthony fought not to cry. He knew there was no way out right now, so he had to give them their triumph. First he brought Kyle and his friends the beer. They hardly noticed him and Anthony made an effort not to walk in front of the TV. As he brought them a bowl of popcorn, his stomach started hurting again. He winced, dumping some of the popcorn on the table and floor.

"Look out!" Kyle yelled at him.

Anthony immediately picked everything up. He hoped he hadn't provoked them too much again.

"Hey fag boy you forgot something!" Sir Norman said.

"Where then, Sir Norman?" Anthony asked anxiously and searched everything.

'Here!' said Sir Norman.

Then Norman spat on the tabletop. Anthony looked confused at the boys faces, who were all laughing.

"Come on, lick it up!" Sir Kyle then said.

Anthony had no choice. He knew if he hesitated too long he would take another hit. When his tongue touched the puddle of Sir Norman's spit, he was so disgusted with the bitter beer taste of the spit so that he gagged.

"You don't like it, faggot?" Sir Kyle asked.

"No I like it, Sir Kyle!" said Anthony and quickly licked everything up.

"Well then I can give you another portion," Sir Kyle said, spitting on the table top as well. Followed shortly by Matt, who did the same.

Anthony tried with all his might to forget his disgust and dutifully licked everything up. After that the boys focused on the game again and Anthony made sure everyone had enough beer and snacks available. He didn't know what else they planned to do with him. But the night was still long.

"Hey Kyle, is it true that fag is so good at massaging feet?" Sir Matt suddenly wanted to know.

"Yes man."

Sir Matt grinned. He then put his feet on the table and ordered Anthony to massage them. Anthony has never felt so vulnerable and helpless in his life. He knelt and massaged the feet of this homophobic asshole who had abused him just a few days ago.

Then out of nowhere, he heard someone open the door. The 3 boys seemed surprised too. Had Kyle's parents come home unexpectedly?

"You're already here?" Kyle said in surprise to the tall man who was now standing in the living room.

That was Anthony's rescue, that had to be Kyle's father! He had caught him and his buddies in the act! At least that's what Anthony thought.

"Yes, it went faster than expected. I also have something to celebrate. My girlfriend is finally pregnant!” said the unknown man.

Kyle, Matt and Norman congratulated him. The odd thing was that the man didn't seem to register Anthony at all. After the man the others called "Steve", sat down in a chair, he suddenly turned to Anthony.

"Hey fag, where's my beer? Are you stupid or something?” said Steve.

No… This wasn't Anthony's rescue. The nightmare was just beginning.

TO BE CONTINUED