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Caged	By : Jackee Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > 30 Seconds to Mars Views: 2249 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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- 3
Chapter 1 + 2 was editted on Nov 30, 2009, please re-read them if you haven't already
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Thank you for commenting, hephs_thighs! :D

Didn't intend to upload this until chapter 3 was complete and I'd begun on chapter 4, as a way to spur me on, but meh... i'm stuck. I know where to go, I just can't seem to find the road to get there.
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Title: Caged, part 2/?
Author: Jackie
Rating: Adult / NC-17
Pairing: Nicolas Cage/Jared Leto
Warnings: Graphic M/M sex with under-aged, not entirely consensual, dirty talk, swearing, a little violence and stuff. Also a few flashbacks (sort of) of Cage with a younger Jared.
Disclaimer: I don’t know Jared or the other people mentioned in this story, I don’t know their sexual preferences and I don’t mean any disrespect to them. This is purely fiction and has never happened.

Part Two.

Four years later

Things certainly didn’t get easier with time over at Cage’s mansion. The four boys kept in captivity grew more restless by the day and fights broke out more frequently. The harsh punishments and cold nights in isolated rooms didn’t scare them much anymore. Jared and Jake had to take extra precautions when escaping the grounds; they had told their fellow ‘in-mates’ – as the boys called themselves when no one else was around to hear it – about it but Ryan forbade them to continue doing it, using William as an example of what would happen if they got caught, which of course led to another fight. Jonathan had thrown the first punch while accusing Ryan of being Cage’s spy. It turned ugly then and both boys were severely punished; Jonathan then lost his interest in trying to escape when Jared had told him about the guards at the bus station.

Jared and Jake didn’t get to town that often anymore; the guards at the mansion patrolled that part of the fence more often for some unknown reason and they were sure Jonathan could rat them out just out of spite if the mood struck. They didn’t know if the townspeople had any idea of what went out there; did they know that Cage kept a couple of boys around or were they blissfully ignorant? Was it only the mayor, the police and the security guards that knew about them? Maybe it was only Cage’s minions they needed to stay away from, and the people in the poorer parts outside the town could perhaps help them in some way? Jared had been tempted so many times to ask them for help, but although he loathed admitting it, he was afraid. What if they’d know whom he belonged to and call Cage? He’d probably have him beaten like William had been, or maybe worse. A part of Jared was willing to take the risk, but a bigger part of him remained a chicken shit.

The sixteen-year old boy let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his fingers through his shoulder-length brown hair, scratching the back of his head for a moment while slowly making his way to Cage’s rooms. As the grandfather’s clock at the end of the hall turned eight, he raised his hand and knocked on the massive doors he’d stopped by. Mr. Cage valued punctuality.

“Enter.”

Jared took a calming breath through his nose as he did what he’d been ordered to and stepped into the large room, closing the door softly behind him. Nicolas Cage sat on an antique leather armchair in front of the open fire, a book in his hands and reading glasses low on his nose.

Jared quietly made his way over and knelt next to the chair, his gaze automatically setting on the hypnotic movements of the fire that warmed his skin. Cage finished the page he was on then set the book and glasses aside on the small table on the other side of the chair.

“Come here, on my lap. Facing me.”

Jared moved to do so. The armchair was big enough to let his knees get enough room as he straddled the man’s lap. Cage placed his large hands on each side of Jared’s head, studying the face in front of him just as intently as he did every time. He couldn’t seem to ever get tired of seeing that face.

“You’ve already grown so beautiful,” Cage mumbled, more to himself than to Jared. “I knew when I first saw you that you would be something special. You’re going to be such a stunning man some day.” His thumbs caressed their way down the prominent cheekbones to the soft lips. He pushed one thumb in between the lips and Jared responded by twirling his tongue around it. “You’re sixteen now, right?”

Jared nodded. Some of the boys had forgotten their birthdays but his was easy to remember as it was just after Christmas. Cage wasn’t much for such holidays but he always let the boys feast on a proper Christmas dinner. Remembering your birthday meant remembering your age because the years somehow flew by faster if you weren’t paying attention.

“I remembered that it’s your birthday today, you know.” Jared pretended to look like he cared enough to look surprised or flattered or whatever the hell it was that would please Cage. “I bought a gift for you.”

Letting go of Jared’s face with one hand, he reached out for a small oval box on the table and gave it to the boy. Jared frowned, whatever made the man to suddenly do something like this? He opened the lid of the box and saw a pen. Somehow, he knew it wasn’t meant for writing with.

“It’s for your eyes. I want you to paint them; it will make the blue stand out even more. Here, let me.”

Cage took the pen and held it against Jared’s lower eyelashes, his other hand pulling on the skin slightly to make the pen glide easier. Jared couldn’t help but blink several times at the odd itchy feeling as the make-up was applied; that would take some time getting used to. Cage worked with outmost care and didn’t stop until Jared’s eyes were completely surrounded by black. Then he lowered the pen and couldn’t help his stare.

“Gorgeous…”

Jared involuntarily blushed; he didn’t know what it looked like but he was already dead sure that he hated it – he wasn’t some girl! But he had to hide those thoughts from Cage, let him think the blush was because of the compliment or whatever the heck it was. Cage looked at him expectedly.

“Thank you, sir,” Jared said and leaned forward to kiss the man.

Cage opened his mouth and kissed back, forcing his tongue into Jared’s mouth. The boy went on auto-pilot as he responded by letting his own tongue twirl around and play with the intruder. Minutes went by before Cage broke the kiss for air.

“I want you to paint your eyes everyday. New rule, just for you Jared. Always wear it, even when I’m not around.” Jared’s heart sank. He didn’t want the other boys to see him like this; they’d never stop making fun of him! Cage put his hands in the soft brown hair, stroking it almost lovingly. “You always were my favourite, angel face.”

He drew the boy’s head closer and resumed the kissing, after a moment his hands travelled down to cup Jared’s butt cheeks through the soft material of his dark pants. He squeezed gently and urged Jared closer until their groins touched. Jared moaned into the kiss as the hands on his ass made him move against Cage in steady thrusts. While he let the man fondle him, he absentmindedly thought back to the first time Cage had kissed him. He had been ten and been at home with his babysitter while his dad, one of Cage’s most trusted men, was out of the country on business. Suddenly some men had forced themselves into the apartment and one of them had dragged Jared out to a car and he had been driven to Cage’s office, where Cage had informed him that his father had died but he had no need to worry because Cage would take care of him now. He had pulled the crying boy onto his lap and given him a kiss on the lips; it was more of a simple touch of lips than anything else, really, but Jared had turned his face away which earned him a hard slap. Never disobey Mr. Cage. The man had kissed him thoroughly then; more to prove his point than that he was into such young boys. It was all about dominance, not anything sexual, Jared knew that now.

Jared had been scared and disgusted by the kiss, and after he had arrived at the secluded mansion and gotten to know the already present boys Ryan and Will, he’d found the need to tell them about what happened while crying like a baby. They had hugged him, told him to be strong and accept it because there would be more kisses, and later on maybe more than that. Jared was blissfully unaware of what ‘more than that’ meant until he was closing in on fifteen and Cage demanded a blowjob, and a few months later he lost his virginity.

*

A sudden jolt of unwanted pleasure went through his body and he was taken back to here and now as Cage started to rub his hand against the base of the buttplug Jared had been ordered to use. Jared could feel how hard Cage was through the fabric of their clothes and he started to get himself mentally prepared.

“Bedroom,” Cage said shortly inbetween kisses.

They stood up from the armchair and Jared followed obediently into the bedroom chamber. It was just as large as the main room of Cage’s private quarters and was richly furnished with antique furniture and art, perhaps more of the reason that they were expensive than that Cage had a taste for decorating. Jared undressed them both, folding their clothes neatly and placing them upon a chair near the bed.

Jared got on the bed and Cage went to stand before him. Not needing instructions after their many encounters, Jared immediately got around to taking him in his mouth before his fingers went down to unfasten the straps that held his buttplug in place. He raised his eyes to look into the other’s, knowing the effect it had on the man. With make-up, he was sure the effect was more powerful. As expected, Cage took a shaky breath and stopped thrusting into the hot mouth, trying to keep himself from coming from the sight alone. He pulled out and Jared lied back on the bed and reached between his legs to play around a little with the buttplug to further stretch himself before removing it. Cage didn’t like to be kept waiting more than necessary so all the lubricating and stretching had to take place before Jared went to him, and just as expected; he’d barely withdrawn the thick plug before the man was on him.

Biting and licking his neck, he shoved Jared’s legs up on his shoulders and placed the head of his cock against the hole. He kept his eyes on Jared’s pretty face as he slowly shoved his way all the way in, making the boy gasp with discomfort. Not giving him any time to adjust, he started to set a steady pace, going as deep as he could before moving almost all the way out and pummelling in again. Jared’s entire body felt constricted and he fought for air in his lungs, the pain was overwhelming and the act certainly did not get easier with each time. He bit his lip and drew blood, grasping the sheets in a death grip as he shut his eyes closed.

“Bring yourself off, look at me when you come,” Cage hissed in his ear.

Jared let out a shaky breath as he started to jerk himself off, forcing himself to get hard, trying desperately to ignore the agony and do what he was told. Cage hit his prostate gland a few times which helped a bit. Willing himself to take deep, calming breaths, he found that his young sensitive body slowly was getting closer to climax. He threw his head back but forced his eyes to remain locked with Cage’s as he came with a silent scream, spurting all over himself.

“Good boy,” Cage groaned as he pulled out.

He turned the boy over and made him stand on all four before plunging into him again, increasing his speed as he closed his eyes and enjoying the feeling of being inside the tight hole, every now and then slapping his palm onto Jared’s ass, leaving a red mark from the force of it. Jared braced himself with his arms as he moved backwards to meet Cage’s thrusts and clench around him like he’d been trained to do. Cage was rubbing along his prostate from time to time which made his body react but he did his best to try and ignore it.

Cage kept going for another few minutes before he tensed up and took a strong grip on Jared’s hips as he came. They stayed like that while the older man came down from his high, then he brought Jared down with him as he lied down on the bed, spooning the boy, still buried inside of him. Jared winced at the uncomfortable awkwardness of it, he wanted nothing more than to leave, take a shower and go to his bed and sleep.

Cage breathed in the scent of Jared’s hair before slowly withdrawing his length. The younger started to move out of the bed, like he always did after Cage had been satisfied, but he stilled when the man put his arm around his waist, holding him in place.

“Stay the night,” he requested as he started to caress the warm skin of the flat, slightly muscled stomach which was covered in drying semen.

Jared frowned but moved into his previous position with his back against Cage’s chest and the man’s arm still wrapped around him. It was uncharacteristic of Cage to act like this. He bit his sore lip as Cage’s hand moved to one of his nipple, working on it even after it got erect before moving to the other one; he hated the effect the touches had on his body.

“Touch yourself, but don’t come until I say,” Cage whispered huskily into his ear.

Jared took a shaky breath as his hand closed around his semi-erection, slowly stroking it while trying to keep his hormones in check as his other hand softly caressed his sac. Cage leaned up on his elbow as he made Jared lie on his back so he could watch the young beauty properly while still caressing his nipples and other sensitive parts of his upper body. Time went by too quickly and Jared closed his eyes as sweat broke out all over; he needed his release desperately. His hand moved quicker every now and then because the sweet friction was too hard to resist and his hips moved by themselves to thrust into his hand, but then reminded himself to go slow and gritted his teeth in frustration when he slowed down his movements. Cage smirked; he enjoyed the show thoroughly.

“Please, sir,” Jared whispered after a moment and Cage rewarded his plead by pinching a nipple, making the boy gasp with pleasure.

“Please what?”

“Please let me come, sir,” he pleaded as he forced himself to open his eyes to look at Cage, whom felt himself getting fully hard by the sight. He let the boy wait for his answer, and it seemed like an eternity to Jared.

“You beg so prettily,” he groaned as he licked Jared’s cheek, “but I need my release first.”

Jared closed his eyes and couldn’t help but to let out a broken sob. Cage could last for a long time if he wanted to, and Jared didn’t think he could survive that long, his body felt over-heated and ready to explode at any second. He closed his hand harshly over the base of his cock and lost his breath as the agony took the edge off the pleasure. He cracked open an eye to glance at Cage whom looked at him expectantly, waiting for those words…

“Please fuck me, sir.”

Cage rewarded him with a deep kiss before he lied down on his back. Jared knew what position he wanted but could barely move his body. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to move to straddle Cage’s waist. He took a hold of the older man’s large erection with one hand and guided it to his opening while he slowly sat down on it, knowing better than to stop until it was fully inside, then put both of his hands on the bed to steady himself. Cage brushed against his prostate and his entire body shook as he panted hard. Cage held back a smirk; the poor boy looked like he was about to faint from the overload and he almost felt like taking pity on him.

He thrust his hips up slightly to make Jared start moving and the boy did so, slowly. The semen already inside of him worked well as additional lubrication so the length didn’t hurt as it moved in and out of him as he worked up a steady rhythm. Suddenly Cage thrust up harshly, shoving it all into him and he let out a howl. He bit his lip hard enough to once again draw blood as he took the hint and sped up his movements, clenching his muscles and rocking his hips in circular movements each time he was fully impaled.

The pain was soon replaced with its counterpart again and he let out a sharp breath of air as his spot was touched just right, again and again and he moved faster.

“That’s it, just like that,” Cage moaned as he thrust up to meet Jared’s movements. “God, you’re so tight, my angel.”

His eyes wanted to shut tight from the wonderful sensations but he forced them to remain open so he could see Jared’s face as the boy was once again overcome with pleasure as he rode him hard, an overly erotic sight that could make any lesser man come in his pants the very instant, but Cage simply smirked as he continued to thrust. Jared’s inner muscles tightened further, massaging Cage’s dick for all he was worth in his need to drive him over the edge.

“Please sir, fill me with your seed!” Which was just a polite way of saying ’Just come already, you sick fuck!’ “I need to come so badly, sir! Please let me come!”

Cage chuckled and Jared felt like mashing his skull in with his fists. The older man felt himself getting closer to climax and he gripped Jared’s hips tightly.

“You like my cock in you? Like how it fills you up so completely when I fuck you?”

Jared nodded, his mind wasn’t really present but his mouth babbled some random nonsense that Cage might like to hear as he sped up his movements slightly more.

“Yes, sir,” he whispered in a husky tone while panting hard, “I love it when you fuck me, I feel so empty when you’re not in me. It’s so big it feels like it’s gonna rip me apart, but I love it. I love to pleasure you, sir.”

Cage let his blunt nails dig into the soft skin of Jared’s ass and dragged the nails along down his legs, leaving red trails in their wake. The hands relocated to the firm grip on Jared’s hips as he started to thrust faster, he was so close…

He gritted his teeth and grunted as he came hard, filling Jared once again with the white liquid. Jared milked him until he was completely spent, only then did he force the boy to stop moving as his cock was too sensitive for it.

“Scream my name when you come, angel face,” he mumbled as his large hands rubbed the perfect ass cheeks.
Jared brought a hand to his own dick and started to desperately jerk off and it didn’t take many seconds before he reached climax. Like requested, he screamed the other’s name as he came.

It took a minute or two before he recovered. His body was still sweating and shaking and he couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. He slowly raised his hips and ignoring the ache, he swung one leg over Cage so he was kneeling by his side. Spunk was leaking from his ass and he grimaced at the feeling. He grabbed the large buttplug and reinserted it into himself to keep from leaking all over Cage’s bed and secured the straps around him to keep the plug in place. There was one more thing he knew he had to do before he could leave.

Bringing his face towards Cage’s stomach, he started to lick up his own bitter spunk that had landed there. Although he preferred the riding position because it gave him the illusion of being in control and of feeling pleasure during the act, he hated when he came like that since he’d have to clean up the mess he’d made on Cage’s body with his mouth – even though he tried to catch it all in his closed fist – which in turn meant he’d have to touch him more than necessary in addition to the total icky-factor. Luckily he hadn’t had much to ejaculate since he had come already not too long ago and most of it had landed on his own body, which he wouldn’t be able to clean until Cage sent him away to take a shower. Once finished with his ministrations, he had to hide his frustration from showing on his face as Cage motioned for him to lie down beside him but luckily it didn’t take long before he fell asleep from exhaustion.

**

Cage used him again in the morning, then he was free to leave to get prepared for breakfast. He tried his best not to limp as he got dressed and made his way from Cage’s quarters – remembering in the last moment to bring the eyeliner with him – to his room to fetch a towel, new clothes and his small bag of toiletries before heading towards the boys’ shower room. Luckily, none of the other boys were around – they were probably down in the kitchen or dining room already – so he had some more time to be alone. He didn’t want them to see the state he was in.

The shower room consisted of a wide hallway of sorts that led into the shower area, the walls and floors where made by white cool tiles that made him shiver and curl his toes as he was barefoot. Along one wall were three washbasins and mirrors, on the other where two doors that led to the toilets. The shower area itself consisted of a fairly large room with three showers with stationary shower heads and offered no privacy at all. The boys had seen each other naked more times then they could count, but they all valued a little privacy so they had started to use the showers at different times as much as they could. Jared simply refused to shower with the others for the past months – even with Jake – as Cage demanded that he’d shave all of his body hair as it had begun to grow, and he wasn’t too thrilled to let the others know about it even though they probably suspected he shaved his legs and armpits from the times they went swimming in Cage’s pool. Too many questions he didn’t want to answer would be asked if they saw what else he shaved.

Jared placed the box with the pen together with the bag on a bench before he undressed. His stomach, rear and thighs were covered in dried semen which pulled achingly on the skin when he bent to take off the pants, not to mention that he was still bleeding slightly from the latest round. He withdrew the buttplug, washed it off and placed it in a plastic bag until he’d get the time to properly clean it, then threw the clothes into the laundry basket by the door and made his way to the closest shower. He cleaned himself thoroughly with the hot water, using his nails to get rid of the dried substance on him, leaving angry red marks on his skin.

He stayed until he felt the water running cold, only then did he remember that he had to leave for breakfast. Deeming himself clean enough, he shut off the water and dried his hair and body before hanging the soaked towel on one of the hooks above the laundry basket. He brushed his teeth, then put a soothing salve in and around his tender hole, which had stopped bleeding, before putting on the new clothes. He was about to leave when he remembered the pen. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he picked it up, stared hard at it for awhile as if it’d disappear if it got stared at long enough, but then gave in and put it against his left eye, trying to make it look like Cage had done last night. He had caught a glimpse of himself briefly in a mirror when he and Cage made their way to the bedroom, so he had a slight idea of what it was supposed to look like.

He tried his best not to poke himself in the eyes and although the end result didn’t look half as good as when Cage had done it, he considered the task finished and placed the pen in the box, which he hid in the bag along with the other personal items – such as lube, the plug and straps, several different razors and the tube of ointment, which soon needed to be replaced again – that he prayed that the others wouldn’t find.

Jared gave himself a quick look in the mirror. His long hair fell into his eyes and could cover most of the eyeliner if he was lucky, as well as the marks on his neck with the aid of his high-collared shirt.

Leaving the bag in the drawer underneath his bed, where he also kept his clothes and the few personal items that belonged to him, he slowly made his way downstairs. Keeping his head slightly bowed and his eyes on the floor, he entered the small dining room where all the others were waiting for him; not being allowed to eat until he showed up. They were seated around an oval table with sandwiches, oat cereal and cartons of milk and juice. He felt quite bad for taking so long with the shower and managed to croak out a ‘sorry’ as he sat down in the hard wooden chair, making sure he wasn’t too slow or stiff in his movements or showed any signs of discomfort at the action. The others didn’t seem to notice anyway since they started to help themselves with the food. Well, all but Jake, who looked at Jared with big eyes filled with concern. Jake could see through Jared’s charade. It wasn’t like Jared to look so sad; he always kept his chin up.

“Dude, where’ve you been? I was up all night worrying about you! Did he send you to isolation or something?” Jake asked with a confused frown; if someone was isolated, the others didn’t have to wait for him at breakfast since he would be denied food for the entire day.

Jared stubbornly kept his gaze lowered as he reached out for a sandwich and started to butter it, more for show than feeling hungry, as he gave a fake smile.

“Yeah, isolation. I accidentally cut off some roses in the garden when I was trimming the bushes and he didn’t like it. Guess he took pity on me, since he let me eat.”

He knew Jake didn’t buy the lies, but he was grateful that the other didn’t push the subject further. Although he had a feeling Jake might want the truth from him when they were alone so until then he’d just have to figure out some more believable lies. He put the bread to his mouth and started to nibble on it as he let his mind wander.

*

He recalled the first and only time he’d tried to bring the subject up. It had been on the first night after he lost his virginity; his mind had been torn into two; on one hand he wanted to ask the others if Cage had done the same things to them, on the other hand he wanted it to be a secret, and not thinking about it any further could somehow make it go away. He lied in bed, his lower body still aching and he chewed nervously on his thumb nail as he tried to hear if there was a guard outside their door. If there was and the man heard they were talking, he’d come in, show off his rifle and demand of them to be quiet and sleep. If there wasn’t, he could ask – if the others hadn’t fallen asleep already.

He didn’t hear anything from the hallway, no shuffling of boots, breaths or anything of the sort. Still feeling insecure, he whispered, “You’re awake?”

Ryan shifted in his bed to turn his body in Jared’s direction.

“Nah, it’s too early to sleep for me,” he whispered back, and the other boys gave affirmative grunts.

“I… I just…” Jared didn’t know how to say it. He felt foolish; he hadn’t even thought about the words he was going to use! He fumbled with the English vocabulary for a moment before continuing, “Do Cage still kiss any of you?”

The room was silent for awhile before Ryan, ever the leader, responded.

“Yeah, it happens from time to time, and he wants a bit of tongue. He wants us to show our love for him.” He said the last part with a snort.

“Has he done more than kissing you?” Jared found himself asking before he could prevent it.

Jake scratched the back of his head as he murmured, “Once he wanted me to touch him, but I guess I wasn’t so good at it because he hasn’t asked me to do it again, heh.”

“He’s wanted me to do things with him,” Ryan said but not feeling the need to elaborate as he thought of Jared’s reasons for asking. “But that hasn’t happened for a few months now, thank god.”

Jonathan, not feeling any self pity but only disgust at their keeper, scoffed.

“I sucked him off once. It was fucking disgusting, I almost threw up.” He then turned his head towards Jared. “Why do you ask? He’s making you suck him off too?”

Jared’s face turned red as a tomato and he was thankful for the darkness in the room. “No, no!” he hurriedly replied. “Nothing like that. He just said something and that got me wondering, it’s all.”

He was sure the others, especially Ryan, could tell he was lying, but he was glad they didn’t press further. Even Jonathan was nice enough to remain quiet. Or maybe their own memories kept them too occupied to notice Jared’s constant shifting in bed as the dull ache between his legs wouldn’t let itself be forgotten.

*

He had nibbled almost half-way through his sandwich, which surprised him because he didn’t remember swallowing any of the bread, when he noticed Jonathan staring intently at him from across the table. He felt un-nerved by the stare but refused to show it.

“What happened to your eyes?” the other suddenly asked and Jared felt like his guts were being slowly ripped out. “Is that… Is that make-up?”

This gained the interest from the others, who leaned towards Jared to get a better look. Jared kept his gaze stubbornly down-cast but couldn’t help himself from turning slightly red. “No, it’s not some fucking make-up,” he snarled.

“Look me in the eyes and say it,” Jonathan dared but Jared wouldn’t take the bait.

Jake and Ryan sat on each side of him and could clearly see that he had indeed painted his eyes, but neither said a word about it. Jonathan however was clearly in the mood to be a bastard.

“So that was what you were doing last night? Letting Mr. Cage put make-up on you and brush your hair like the sweet little girl you are? Did he braid your hair too?”

Jared was fuming. All the emotions that twirled around inside of him threatened to surface and he had to dig his nails harshly into the palm of his hands to cool down enough to not go for Jonathan’s throat. He looked up at him, his eyes surrounded by black made the blue look insanely stunning as the anger almost blinded him.

“Fine! It is fucking make-up, now are you happy?!” he seethed.

Jonathan smirked at the confession and decided to goad the younger boy further.

“Oh my, Jared,” he said as his mind quickly thought of something that would undoubtedly cause a stronger reaction. “Is that a hickey on your neck?”

With an angry roar, Jared leapt over the table and grabbed Jonathan tightly around the throat. The force of his movements knocked Jonathan’s chair backwards and they hit the floor. Jared was out of control; all the pain and anger he’d bottled up inside during the past years were let out as he found himself for the first time unable to hold them back and he wanted nothing more than to kill the boy underneath him while he yelled the crudest words he knew into his face. Jonathan didn’t know if he should try to fight him off or just laugh at him. It was quite exhilarating to be the one who caused the always so self-controlled and mild-tempered Jared Richardson to lose his head like this. He started to laugh wildly even though Jared had a tight hold around his neck.

“Jared! Get a fucking hold of yourself!” Ryan yelled as he and Jake tried to drag him off of Jonathan.

The guard whom had been standing by the door had made his way to the fighting boys. With one hand holding up his rifle in a threatening manner and the other hand in a harsh grip on Jared’s neck, he tried to pull the boy away. Not getting the reaction he wanted, he slammed the butt of the rifle against the back of his head, not hard enough to make him pass out but efficiently making him lose focus and ease his grip on Jonathan. The guard easily shoved him away and held him with his arm tightly around Jared’s throat as the kid still fought against him, though he was weaker than before. Two more guards made their way hastily into the room, attracted by the loud commotion. One grabbed Jonathan and the other remained to watch over Jake and Ryan as Jared and Jonathan were dragged away to Cage.

To Be Continued

(and liek omg was that a fake name on Jared?? oh teh drama!)
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