For a long time, Kieran stared at the weird angle the toe was bent at. He supposed it was not bad. His mind went through the treatments and possible healing time as well as any chance of infection. It felt like a clean break, but it had to be put back into place or healing would not occur. He wondered what had possessed these people to kidnap him. He supposed the simple answer was the money. If money was indeed what these people were after, he knew his life would be safe at the very least.
But he was confused at the moment because he should really be having an anxiety episode since he had just been kidnapped and these people were threatening to hurt him if his father did not give money to them. Somehow, he was not anxious or upset, and he wondered why. Instead he still felt...comfortable.
After a while he heard a muttered discussion at the top of the stairs. It was not loud enough to make much out, but he heard his name and “doesn’t think we’re serious” amid the conversation. Then there were footsteps coming down the stairs again. He looked up to see the black-haired man once again standing over him.
“I thought you were ‘sposta be some sorta spaz, but yer not bothered by this at all,” he calmly pointed out. “Anyway, yer daddy doesn’t seem motivated enough to get us what we want. So, he’s gonna need some more motivation. So, just try not to move too feckin’ much, and then smile for the camera.”
Now he did get a little nervous. He was completely defenseless. It was not like he was unused to getting hit. It happened an awful lot when he was in the other school without Artemis around, but he did like to be able to protect himself from damage when he could. Well, damage to his hands and his head since a blow the wrong way to his skull could kill him. And now both were exposed as a punch landed across his jawline, sending blood spraying from a busted lip.
When the dark-haired man was done with him, Kieran had blood dripping from his face, and he knew he was going to have one black eye, and his jaw was heavily bruised. His scrub top was torn open at the neck so he could see purple bruising rising over his ribcage and belly when he looked down. He was fairly certain something was wrong with his ribs but it was hard to tell exactly what. Possible bruising to his liver, hopefully not serious. Kieran was panting and groaning through the gag by the time the man stood back up.
“Well, there, yeh make a pretty mess. Time to update your lazy father,” he grinned and quickly snapped pictures on a phone. He turned away and went back upstairs absorbed in the phone, no doubt sending his father the pictures of his beaten state.
“Now, since yer father is nae bothered by small broken bones, maybe this will have a visible impact,” he called down the stairs at him.
After his dark-haired captor was gone, Kieran sighed in utter defeat. He was in no way getting out of this on his own. He thought other than the cracked ribs and the possible bruising to his liver, he probably did not have any serious injuries. He would have a painful recovery, but he could handle it. Despite the pain coursing through his ribcage, though, the ropes still made him feel comfortable, calm even.
As time passed, and he nearly dozed off in the odd position. Considering the difficulty Kieran usually had with sleep, falling asleep easily was something out the ordinary. Some strange feeling was running through him.
After a while, footfalls on the stairs woke him and he looked up to see dark haired man and the one with reddish brown hair from the hospital. They were carrying two really large, heavy looking bags between them. He watched as they sat them on a small table and started taking out bundles of bills. He knew his dad had come through with the ransom money. He continued to watch them check every stack, assuming they were smart enough to check for sequential or counterfeit bills.
“Fuck, Conner, did you see his face? Priceless!” the one with the dark-haired man said.
“Heh, I t’ought ‘e was gonna cry when we dinnae hand over ‘is pretty boy, man, Barry, this is the best feckin’ idea yeh ever came up with,” he snickered.
“I know. Perfect. We hand over double what we owe for the missing shipment, give him the kid, and we go to the Bahamas and sip daiquiris on the beach the rest o’ our days.” Barry smelled the stacks of bills.
Connor leaned back and stared at Kieran. “Where’d yeh hear the ol’ bastard was such a pedophile, anyway?”
Barry grinned. “Everyone who goes to the Callaghan house knows about his fetish for boys. Poor bastard, can’t get it up for anyone unless they look like they’re twelve...” he muttered and glanced at Kieran.
Connor snorted. “I ‘spose it’s better t’an actually finding real twelve-year-olds...”
“That’s the thing about the old man, he doesn’t abide by hurting of kids. So, this is his substitute. Luckily, there are plenty of these twink bitches out there if you know where to look,” Barry commented as he tucked some of the money in a smaller bag. “Didn’t even think of this one until I saw the news article about the interview, then there was that phone call. I thought of Callaghan when I first saw him, but then it clicked when I found those websites and looked up who the kid was. Probably should let him in on it, though. Just in case the fucker has a conscious. As much as he hates O’Brien...he probably wouldn’t care, though.”
Connor nodded. “He on ‘is way to pick ‘im up?”
“Yup, he’ll be here within the hour. We’ll pull out fifty thousand from the bag and set it aside. I’ll head up and wait for him,” Barry told Conner with a grin. He turned to Kieran and knelt in front of him, running one rough skinned hand over his cheek. “Sorry, pretty boy. I’d take you with us, but we owe him too much, and you, sweet boy, you are our ticket to freedom.”
The red headed Conner watched as Barry left, and quickly pulled out the extra cash as his partner had instructed. He then stood up and stashed the much smaller bag in a cabinet on the other side of the table.
Kieran sighed. He was scared, but what could he do? Tied up like this, and obviously being handed over to someone who had every intent of sexually abusing him for his own pleasure, he could do nothing. Kieran did not like the idea, not at all. He had recently imagined his first sexual encounter would be pleasant. Ever since meeting with Varick and Carmine, he was very much interested in the possibility. This, however, was not how it was supposed to go at all. When he thought of the possibility of having sex, it was Varick’s face and his strong body that came to his mind.
He heard heavy steps and looked up to see the dark-haired Barry coming back, leading two people down the stairs. One was an older man with gray hair and a neatly trimmed beard and moustache, also gray. He wore an impeccable gray pinstriped suit with a blue tie and a white shirt. Following the oldest of the group, was an incredibly large looking man with almost orange-red hair that curled on his head in a wild corona. He had to be at least six and a half feet tall. The older man had piercing grayish green eyes, and the red head had bright hazel eyes.
Kieran just stared between the two men. They exuded power just by walking into the room. The older man paused at the base of the stairs for a moment, letting his gaze land on Kieran. He then walked toward the table where the money had been put back into the bags. He turned his eyes onto Conner, who stood beside the table wringing his hands. Barry walked up on the other side of the table and waited in obvious anticipation.
“Well, boys, I suppose buying your way out of the trouble you’re in is a good option. Honestly, when I found out about your mistake, I was ready to send a team to bring me your heads. So, tell me, how did you manage this successfully?” the gray-haired man asked. He tucked his hands behind his back and looked over the two bags of money while the red-haired man looked through them.
The redheaded man looked up after a few minutes and nodded to the older man. “Yeah, looks about right. One hundred fifty thousand or close to it. They’re unmarked, no tracers.”
“I repeat myself,” the gray-haired man said, turning from the money to the Barry. “How did you pull this off?”
Barry and Connor exchanged looks but it was Barry who spoke up. “Um, we
ll, Connor here was visiting Shannon after she got sick, and he saw this doctor, name’s Kieran Sung, and he seems to match the type of person yeh’d be...ah...interested in. Sir.”
The gray-haired man turned and moved over closer to where Kieran was bound. He tilted his head to the side and looked down at the bound doctor. Kieran could not understand why he was calm when faced with the man who was apparently taking him away. He had no idea why he was not upset and trying to fight the bindings. But he didn’t want to. He just blinked his teary eyes up into the steely gray ones.
“Figured, tha’ one hundred fifty thousand ransom we got, and ‘im, that should cover us leavin’, since tha’ shipment was worth seven mill.” Connor started to look even more nervous while glancing at his fellow. “Ah, Mr. Callaghan, is...is t’at right?”
The gray Mr. Callaghan turned and looked at the two men who stood behind the table. “No, I’m afraid not,” he sighed out deeply. He calmly reached under the pinstriped suit jacket and pulled out a handgun. Kieran saw that the gun looked too long, and he realized it had to have some sort of silencer on it. Before the two men could even react, Callaghan had shot twice. Kieran’s ears felt like someone set off fireworks right beside them. He did not think he had ever heard anything that loud, and he had definitely never heard something at such a high decibel right next to him.
Kieran’s eyes went wide as he saw both men drop top floor. Barry had landed with his head toward Kieran’s position and Kieran could see the back of it was simply gone, exposing what was left of his brain. Conner had landed where he could only see his limbs askew under the table. There was a spreading pool of blood around him them both speckled with spots of white bone and brain matter. Kieran felt his eye starting to twitch as the anxiety and stress began to mount. His heart rate shot up and he could hear the blood rushing through his ears over the ringing sound left from the gunshots. He just witnessed a double murder. He was dead already, or he was going to be held captive infinitely until he was killed, those were the only two logical outcomes of this situation. This man had just calmly shot two people without blinking.
“Sir, we should leave quickly,” the redheaded man remarked from beside this Callaghan person. He was using his little finger to try and clear his ear after the gun reports.
“Yes, I’ll savor my gift on the way to the house.” He glanced over at Kieran. “I wish they hadn’t beaten him. Makes being rough with him impossible. I suppose I’ll have to break him in gently,” he muttered. “Get him, Redmond, and do be careful with a thaisce.” He smiled at Kieran in a way that made Kieran’s very heart shudder.
Kieran’s eyes followed Callaghan up the stairs. He turned back to face forward again and flinched violently backwards at the closeness of the very large man was now kneeling in front of him. Kieran shook his head as the one named Redmond undid the chain that was attached to his ankles. Redmond lifted him up in a bridal carry with incredible ease. Kieran whimpered behind the gag and realized this man was not even looking at him; he was just moving him like he was a thing instead of a person. Panic was trying to claw at his throat, but he was far calmer than he should have been. The ropes were providing pressure sensation, he suddenly realized.
They came out of what looked like a rundown house in a dingy looking part of town. Kieran did not recognize the place, and to be honest did not want to know where he was. It was dark, and no one was around. Even the streetlights were dark. He noticed Redmond was carrying him towards a limo, which looked so out of place it was nearly comical. Given Kieran’s odd sense of humor, he wanted to laugh at the sight. The rear door of the limo opened and he found himself dropped onto a seat next to Callaghan. Another man sat across from them, ignoring Kieran and looking at his phone.
“Sir, I see you have acquired a new companion,” the other man stated. He was a bald short fellow, with a pudgy belly stretching out the buttons on his white dress shirt. He had squinty dark eyes and wire framed glasses. Kieran thought he looked vaguely rat-like.
“Hmm, yes, unexpected. They tried to buy out with fifteen and this boy.” Kieran gasped as he roughly jerked him over his lap. He was awkwardly positioned on his side over his thin legs. Kieran tried use his feet to steady himself, but all his weight was on his left hip against the seat. “But a lovely find, nonetheless,” he purred. Kieran’s body tensed when he felt Callaghan slide his hand down the back of his scrub bottoms over the swell of his buttocks.
“Rorie, make sure you account for the two hundred thousand appropriately. We don’t want to be associated with those idiots and their poorly thought-out kidnapping. I’m sure they left a trail of evidence,” he sighed, sliding his hand down further, following the crease of his body until he reached the protected entrance.
Kieran jerked, his breath quickening. He could not move; he could not get away. His hands fluttered uselessly below the bindings. He needed him to not hurt his hands. If nothing thing else, he had to tell him that. He started making noise through the gag, hoping Callaghan would remove it and let him speak, at least for a moment.
“Oh, what is it, a thaisce?” the voice above him crooned and Kieran felt the gag come untied and watched the black fabric drop to the floor under his hanging head. The carpet was dark tan and for a second his eyes were glued to the contrasting fabric that had fallen. He stared for a second before he moved his eyes and saw his fingers where they lay at the front of the seat. His hands. He needed to tell him about his hands.
“Do not do anything to my hands. Do whatever you want, just...just do not hurt my hands...”
There was a chuckled laugh. “A surgeon, are we?” Callaghan as his finger pressed harder until it breeched through the muscle. Kieran gasped a little at the intrusion but otherwise tried to keep quiet. “I promise, you submit to me, you do what I ask, and you won’t be harmed, a thaisce. I promise that. But...you resist me, and I’ll personally take a sledgehammer to those hands of yours.”
Kieran whimpered again, grimacing as he forced a second finger inside him. “O-okay, anything, I will not resist, not ever,” he gasped, feeling his captor push his fingers deeper inside his body.
“Hmm, you’re a virgin, too, aren’t you a thaisce? You’re so tight; I imagine it hurts, doesn’t it?” Callaghan muttered throatily. Kieran nearly yelped as he twisted his fingers harshly and slid a third inside.
This time Kieran was unable to stop the whimper which escaped his lips. He felt tears pricking his eyes as he tried to focus on the tan interior of the car and not on the burning sensation. Because of the way he was laying over Callaghan’s lap, Kieran could feel the painful pressure of his erection against his ribs. With sudden realization, he knew he would not wait long before he forced himself on him. He bit his lip and tried to think of anything else, anything at all, beside this man’s fingers twisting and pushing his body open wider and wider as they drove for what felt like a long time. Kieran saw the other man sat there, placidly looking at his phone and ignoring what was happening five feet away from him. He winced as Callaghan seemed to pull at the ring of muscles again and again.
Kieran wanted it to end. He didn’t like Callaghan’s fingers doing this. It hurt, sending shocks of pain through the nerves in his legs to the arches of his feet. It burned more than he expected. He knew more about this now than he had previously. So, he understood the fact Callaghan was not proceeding in a method that was in accordance to the recommended preparation process for this type of encounter. He had read extensively on how this was to proceed in the last week, the last day in particular, and there were several elements missing.
Medically, Kieran understood what he was doing. He intended to have anal sex with him, so in order to successfully do so, he had to force the sphincter muscle to open wider than it normally did. Otherwise his penis would not be able to push past those muscles unless he applied a great amount of force. However, forcing the muscle in such a fashion could lead to perforations of the bowel, anal fissures, and tearing of the sphincter muscle itself. Any of those injuries could b
e fatal, either through hemorrhaging or from infection. From what he had gathered, this Callaghan did not want him purely for one instance, and intended to use him repeatedly. Therefore, risking a possibly fatal injury would go against Callaghan’s goal. There was a tickle of doubt at the thought since he had just seen him murder two of his own men.
Kieran’s thoughts froze when he felt Callaghan’s fingers slowly slide out and he was grabbed around the waist. He had been so caught up in his own head he had not realized they had reached their destination.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE wasn’t there?” Varick woke from his snooze with a start as he heard the gray-haired doctor slam something to the table in the room they were sitting in.
The money had been hurriedly gathered after receiving a series of pictures showing that they had beaten Kieran. Because of the large sum and the time of day, the FBI had to help Jae’s account manager with the money acquisition. It was just not easy to get that much cash, even while the bank was open, so acquiring it after business hours was a nightmare. Jae had to drain his retirement account for the bulk of the money. He had then been forced to access Kieran’s trust fund for the rest. The FBI agent had gone with Jae to deliver the money a while ago. Since then, they had been waiting for word about Kieran’s release from the kidnappers. But now it was several hours later and finally Thomas had gotten a call. He put the phone down and looked up.
“Things have gotten more complicated. First there was no word from the kidnappers, and they traced them to a house in East St. Louis. They found two people shot at a location they are relatively certain is where Kieran was being held. One of them is in critical condition right now, and they may lose him, but he’s the only definite clue to what happened to Dr. Sung. Now we can only hope,” he sighed. “It seems the shooting victims were affiliated with the Callaghan Family,” Thomas commented almost as an afterthought.
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