“Ben.. Benson.. that man..” Randy stammered out quietly, his eyes glazed over and his hands trembling on his lap.

“Shut the fuck up about him, Bradley! You bring him up one more time and I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me?!” Benson was shaking as well, a knot forming in his throat. He felt sick. Like he’d throw up any second. He pulled over where they wouldn’t be seen. Benson rushed out the car and vomited, his mind flashing with unwanted images of that fat pig touching him. Randy just stared from inside, trying not to feel anything for this deranged older man that literally kidnapped him. But still, he felt a slight worry in his gut. Maybe even something close to care after seeing Benson look so troubled.

Benson came back, feeling even angrier that he had to remember something he had so desperately wanted to leave behind and forget. He aggressively opened the door and slapped Randy across the face, making the younger boy gasp, tears spilling over. Randy covered his head with his arms, letting out a series of small scared noises.

“Listen to me, Randy. You just keep quiet and I won’t have to hurt you too much, okay?” Benson said, needing to regain control. Feeling weak made him feel worse. He pulled out his gun, pointing it to Randy’s temple. Randy flinched and looked up at Benson with those pretty little teary eyes that looked like a deer in front of headlights. So innocent, yet already faced up against death.

“Don’t fuckin’ look at me like that, Randy. Take your clothes off before I blow your fuckin’ brains out right here.” Benson said, his voice wavering ever so slightly. Randy made him feel something he didn’t want to feel. Randy nodded, tears rolling down his pale cheeks.

“B-Benson.. please.. I’ll do it.. j-just.. please put the gun down.. you’re scaring me.. you-you said you were doing this for m-me, right? Please..” Randy whimpered out as he fumbled with his clothes, taking in deep and shaky breaths. Benson watched him and adjusted himself, feeling a sick, disgusting, perverted, kind of arousal. He knew it wasn’t right, but god, it made him feel right.

“I told you to stay quiet, didn’t I? You promised you’d be a good boy for me, didn’t you?” Benson growled, slapping Randy’s cheek with his gun. Randy swallowed down his cry and finally sat there naked, trying to make himself smaller than he really could. He was now holding that stupid giraffe that Benson had made earlier at the mall. He needed to ground himself before he threw up as well. Benson brought the gun down to Randy’s lips.

“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He questioned in a hushed tone. Benson then shoved the gun into Randy’s mouth. “Stop hiding yourself. C’mon, man up, Randy. Let me see that pretty dick.” Randy then reluctantly spread his legs, holding the giraffe tighter. Benson groaned at the sight, popping the gun out of Randy’s mouth and bringing it down. “There you go. That wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Benson whispered, whistling. He rubbed the tip of the gun against Randy’s cunt.

Randy could only watch in fear, unknowing of how far Benson would go. When Benson put the gun down and replace it with his fingers, Randy relaxed a little bit. He was starting to grow wet. He knew it shouldn’t, but something about this made him feel the slightest bit of excitement. Maybe it was the fact that he was a loser virgin who had never felt anyone’s touch before, or maybe it was the fact that he had gained some sort of twisted feelings towards Benson, even though he knew it was wrong. Really, really wrong. Before he knew it, Randy was a whimpering mess under Benson’s control.