Broken

Tracy was no longer scared. Now she was worried.

She didn’t know how long it has been since Elijah’s knees buckled, causing them to slide into an awkward kneeling embrace on the steps inside the trailer door.

Elijah didn’t seem to notice his body give way to gravity. Elijah had quieted as he retreated into some world away from her. He quaked randomly and his breathing became labored at times. And yet, some how, she knew she could be leave him to go for help.

He’s awake, he’s breathing, he’s ok. Or that’s what Tracy told herself.

Tracy heard footsteps in the gravel approaching the trailer.

There’s a knock at the trailer door.

Tracy tried hard to quiet her breathing.

The knock came a second time. “Elijah?”

Slowly, quietly, Tracy reaches up for the door handle.

“Elijah?”

She stretches and takes hold of the door handle.

“Frodo, are you in there? We’re about ready for you?”

Carefully, Tracy uses the ball of her palm to press in the lock tab.

The woman tries the door. Tracy holds the handle, not breathing.

Tries the door again. The footsteps resound in the gravel once more, walking away.

Tracy pushed the lock tab in firmly, releases the door handle and placed a hand on Elijah’s shoulder. She pulled him closer, fairly certain of two things: she had done the right thing, and she was fired.

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A hand reached down the front of his pant and fondled his erection.

~~This was wrong.~~

Elijah opened his eyes wide, trying to resist the physical responses the strong arms and beautiful hot lips were inducing in him. The world came into focus. “Wait,” he breathed.

His mind made a feeble attempt to command his arms to push away. He starts to shake, mind and body fighting for control of this moment.

Dom opened his mouth wider and strengthened his drawn on Elijah’s throat.

Elijah succumb easily. It had never felt this amazing.

Suddenly, Dom unwrapped his arms slightly and Elijah slips away slightly. Dom’s face was a blur, his smile almost indiscernible in the fog of Elijah’s mind.

“It’s alright Lij. I won’t hurt you.”

Dom kisses him sweetly. The words penetrated the haze and Elijah finds momentary calm from the gesture.

~~Maybe it’s over.~~

Billy joins Dom in the swirl of blue before Elijah’s eyes. “I’ve never hurt you either Elijah.”

Billy leans in and kisses Elijah tenderly. He laughed as he trails a stream of slow gentle kisses all the way down Elijah’s body. Elijah feels his pants slide off his hips. That hand that had never left his cock was stroking him freely now.

~~Oh God.~~

Billy took Elijah into his mouth. He gasped with surprise and elation.

Dom took Elijah’s head in his hands and showered his face and nipples with kisses. But only briefly. Dom always returned his attention to that soft spot below Elijah’s left ear, where his wet lips and dancing tongue kept Elijah massaged into submission.

A chill rolled up Elijah’s spine. His heart was pounding. He vaguely wondered why he could not lose himself on this amazing physical pleasure. His body an instrument of surrender, yet his mind would not engage. Why did this all feel wrong?

Cold hands take Elijah by the waist from behind. With all command of his limps and body lost, so he falls back against the man behind him. It’s a man; the hard penis waddles expectantly against his soft crack.

“Just relax Lij.”

The words were a kind whisper, but Elijah knew without looking it was Sean.

Billy strengthened his pull in Elijah’s cock slightly, gently taking hold of his ass, slowly spreading him with each caress, readying him for entry.

Finally, steadily, the world began to go away. Elijah willed it away. He realized what would come next. He didn’t want to be there for it.

But the world didn’t go away fast enough.

Panic overtook what little consciousness Elijah held on to. His back and thighs hurt with a horrible foreign pain. The pushing against him, inside of him, it hurt…

Floating…

He was floating.

A hint of light found his eyes, suggesting a room with four walls around him.

~~an X~~

He didn’t feel the cushions beneath him. He had no sense that he was only a few feet from the floor. He felt dirty, sticky, like he had gone straight to bed after jogging. He felt achy like he had danced too long, drank too much, roughhoused too hard, only surviving the assault on his body by just these last few minutes. His body burned from the abuse, the good burn of a strenuous workout, the merciful overwhelming burn of knowing thankfully, it won’t take long to die.

~~a cross~~

The floating became perilous.

Elijah tried to settle into the peace of knowing his death was near, but the sensation of floating kept him gripped in the edge of panic. Any moment, he knew he would freefall into the next round of pain, death won’t come quickly enough. There is no comfort to be had, not while floating.

~~a ceiling fan~~

His heart still raced in his chest. The fear of plunging to his death at any second. No place to take hold. He grabbed at the couch pillows, but didn’t feel them. No safety. Nothing to break his fall. No one to catch him.

A rushing flow filled his throat.

~~Yes.~~

Elijah felt his body gently convulse. His lungs were instantly ablaze.

He felt a disembodied hand in his face.

Elijah felt his body convulse. Sweet dizziness enveloped him.

He felt hands shaking him, from somewhere in space, someone called his name.

The end was finally here.

~~Thank God.~~

Elijah felt the darkness coming upon him and tried to urge himself towards it.

Hands shook him hard, his body convulsed, then all sensation went away.

~~Let me go.~~

For an instant he knew his body could survive the beating it had received, but a desperate urgency in his soul had already decided to let go. He was certain, he didn’t want to be anymore. Couldn’t be anymore. Something had gone terribly, irrevocably wrong. He was broken. The only thing left to do was to embrace the heavy darkness and be no more.