Magnum Opus - I am sick and twisted.

***This is a fan service last story to post here in PSE***

Present Day…

I could not see that far, from the haze that was in front of me.
The rain that has elapsed did not help my vision and senses.
I kept my attention to the road and made sense of the signs.
Passing fast moving signs that are not needed or unwarranted.
The screams, and cries at the back of van made matters even worse.
Were are near. near to salvation but not near enough for my friend “Junie”.
His pain grows in each passing second, you can hear the grinding of his teeth.
I got to be fast, No… I needed more than haste.

As I saw the white marquee with emblem of blue hues and artifacts that did not make any sense.
Pulled over and pummeled on the brakes, screeching tires and skid marks all in all.
Manila Doctors Hospital, our only way out of this shitty nightmare.
We are here, finally! We must ease the excruciating pain.
It hurts so bad he shouted…
You see Junie and I go way back very way back.
We were almost blood brothers since elementary grade 2.
Seeing him in hell, and guilt ridden face on the mirror wants me to scream “What the fuck!”
What the fuck! Went wrong?
Two of my other friends jumped out of the van and carried “Junie” to the wheelchair.
We all crashed the doors of the Emergency room.
All of this shit, just for a piece of false freedom.

About Eight weeks Ago…

Four Juvenile kids, had a chance in this fucking song and dance.
And all I remember was these kids riding at the same time in some elevator.
“Manuel” massaged “Junie's” skimpy shoulders.
He shouted in much Jubilation “Today you're the MAN!!”
I nodded with confirmation and looked at my watch.
Eight Thirty two just in time, just the right time I uttered.
“Wishan” punched in for the 20th floor of the Hotel Astoria.

Three of us fools sang “Happy birthday.” to “Junie” as the elevator ascends to the top.
Upon reaching the intended floor the elevator door opens.
We walked to the edge of the corridor and we were greeted with chest pounding music.
“Manuel” knocked as the rest of us approach the room door.
As soon as “Wishan” heard the door lock unhinged or click, he kicked the door.
Now with the door busted wide open the guy on the other side was shocked.
But upon realizing our motherfucking faces, the crowd inside the room went berserk.
From zero to sixty, All hell broke loose.
Ladies and gents screaming and chanting, “Junie” the man of the hour.

Crashed the room, helped ourselves with some spiked glasses of beer.
After the great commotion was over, it was time.
It was time to unveil our evil masterminded plan.
“Junie” was pushed to take a seat in the center of the confines of this room.
The master bedroom opens and a shadowy figure emerges.
The scent and silhouette of a young and fresh lady.
The figure stepped within the visible light.
Slowly and gently the her beauty is revealed.
Dressed in cheap clad cloths which barely covers much of her skin.
Thin linings that barely hides her most intimate parts.
The lady was drop dead gorgeous.
Body streamlined, and skin as silk.
Her face was angelic, just exactly enough for the tease of temptation.

Money well spent, I said to myself while drinking my beverage.
“Manuel” made a sound of a howling dog as the lady approaches “Junie”
You see, five days earlier during our university break I asked “Junie”.
Asked to know, how he wants his 18th birth right be celebrated.
Without hesitation he instantly replied.
I dont want others to remember it, I want to remember it for myself.
“I want to fuck!”
I want to experience the things that you and “Manuel” do every weekends.
My breath has left my lungs out cold.
My mouth was left wide open.
With these words came an epiphany.

Who am I to neglect my closest and dearest friend this worldly pleasure.
Even though the world takes such pleasures for granted.
Other may not be as given as such privilege.
I tried to understand “Junie's” whim.
Short and scrunchy, we consider him as our baby mascot of the group.
He has little to no interaction with the opposite sex.
His books and video games kept him within the confines of his teenage life.
In his eyes it was evident, the longing to feel and touch of a warm flesh.

"Shielded away from the world by his parents wealth"

With the devil's smile I looked at him.
I turned my back and pulled out my mobile phone.
Walked away from a few meters distance.
Concealed the conversation from the public's privy ears.
I covered the mouth piece and called this guy.
Well I know this guy… that knows this guy… that has access to this and that.
Common all you guys know the drift.

After that day in school the guy hooked me up with “Claire”
Apparently in the field of escort service, she is the craze.
The crème dela crème, the dream and the queen if you feel dramatic.
My mobile phone rang, and I answered it with a smirk on my face.
A voice of gentle woman said “Hello”
From then on she began to cite all of her terms and conditions.
It was a very steep price to pay, even for a premium.
I asked for a promo, she just laughed and dismissed my remarks.
She guaranteed the three “S” of the trade.
Satisfaction, Service and Safety.
With these premise I happily agreed.
She gave specific instructions for pickup points and payment.
The day ended with me gleeful as I should be.
As I was pleased and proud of myself.
I was excited for "Junie"

And now… let's go back to the party…

“Claire” moved towards “Junie's” chair with a few seductive movements.
Her theatrical skills were indeed impressive.
The way she sways and display her body language was tantalizing.
Every man on the room was in the edge of their seat.
And there are those boys and girls that were hypocrites for such ritual.
They covered their eyes and expressed their disgust.
I looked at “Wishan” and pointed the door to which leads in another room.
“Wishan” being our muscle, have gathered the wimps and corralled them.
He opened the door for the second room and placed all of the liars there.
He slammed the door shut and locked it with a brace.
All that is left from the hypocrites are their insignificant giggles.

There were only a handful of stern souls left within the main room.
We watched as “Claire” performed her movements a tuned with the music.
Minutes have past then she began to strip my friend out of his covers.
From top to bottom she bared him all.
She then sucked his nipples.
Gently she kissed and licked his chest.
Then "Claire" guided him to his breasts.
So he placed his hands upon her chest.
And all squeezing and playing of hard nipples ensued.
There after she took my friends hand.
Raised it up to touch her pussy.
"Junie" murmured "Oh my she's wet"
He then proceeded in finger fucking "Claire".
Faster and harder until she reached spasm.
She erotically moaned and removed my friend's finger.
She now has her sights on his hard manhood.
She teased and played with it.
We all cheered and watched joyfully for "Junie".
The girl was in the mood as her smiles turn to grin.

I approached “Junie” from the side and whispered in his ear.
“Remember our Rule!”
The rule that we kept repeating over and over before we went in the elevator.
“What ever happens use protection or better yet forgo actual insertion”.
“Junie” laughed as “Claire” blindfolded him.
She grabbed his hard cock and lead him to the masters bedroom.
She teasingly shut the door and we heard the lock sealed it shut.

All of us left in the main room smiled.
We looked at each other and gave each other a high five.
Others lit a drag, while chanting to fuck her brains out.
I felt my mission was accomplished and my service complete.
I finished my beer and hurriedly went down to the hotel parking lot.
It was a good day, No… It was a best day for “Junie” I said to myself.

More than eight weeks has passed since then…
I was walking in the school main corridor, checking my evening classes.
“Manuel” grabbed me by the shoulders and confronted me.
He was shaking, panicking and sweating profusely.
He asked me to hurry, he indicated that I follow him.
I grabbed my bag and rushed to keep up with him.
We went a few floors down.
A few twisted turns and I was directed to a blackened door with blatant vandalism.

From there I realized, I was entering the most fuck forsaken place in campus.
It is the most dilapidated and neglected men's room within our campus.
“Manuel” busted the door open.
Upon entering I almost vomited from sight of the room.
The moldy tiles, the cracked walls, the faded paint and the shattered mirror.
That stench and smell of death filled the room.
And from there I saw “Junie” crouching and crying
“Wishan” beside him was trying to console him and asking him to man up and work through it.

I brushed my friends aside and look at “Junie”.
I was desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with him.
He looked up to me from his fetal position with his flustered teary eyes.
He pointed that I look in one of the units.
I punched the door cover on which he claimed that I should see.
Upon looking at the urinal bowl I saw a pool of blood.
Deep red blood lined with green decaying puss.

I froze for a few seconds and covered my mouth in disbelief.
For the mother of fuck sake what happened! I shouted.
In his small fearing voice, “Junie” gently answered “I screwed up”.
He began to crouch in pain while covering his genital.
His abdomen and thighs were covered in blood and puss.
He told me that it is very painful when he tries to pee.
It has been like that for three days now.
At first it was only a burning sensation until it became intolerable.

“Manuel” asked “Junie” if he followed our expected rules of engagement.
“Junie” regretfully shook his head from side to side.
Then immediately the rest of us blunted “What the fuck Junie?”
I asked him what happened after the party and what did he do since then.
“Junie” admitted that he and “Claire” are constantly “meeting” ever since.
After that I asked how many times did he neglect our golden rule.
He started to cry again and shouted more than his fingers could count.
Upon hearing those miserable words my panic mode then instantly kicked in.
Feeling the anguish on how hard for such a small boy endure the gravity of pain.

"It hit me like a sledgehammer"

I asked “Manuel” and “Wishan” to wash “Junie” and I will prepare the van.
We did not waste any second and assisted “Junie” to the van.
While walking we all agreed with the plan.
We need to take “Junie” to a hospital for immediate treatment.
Upon reaching the van “Junie” started cursing violently.
We strapped ourselves and I jacked the pedal to the metal.

At the Emergency room…

“Manuel and Wishan” was explaining to the doctor our predicament.
I stepped outside and grabbed my mobile phone from my pocket.
I tried to call “Claire” but the number is already discarded.
Then I called my guy and ask how I could reach “Claire”
He gave me some notable information and street rumors.
I took up the lead and hanged up on my liaison.
Then I stared at my mobile phone.
I stood there petrified outside of the hospital for a few minutes.
I know what I am about to do is plainly insane and wrong.
I am sure that I will regret it.
That feeling in your bones of that fleeting moment.
I gave it much thought, but my hatred towards “Claire” is great.
I felt robbed and taken for an ass for believing her claims of false safety.
As my friend got inflicted.
In addition the sorrow that I feel for my suffering friend.
The thought, that I was instrumental in motion of things.
I could not bear.

I scrolled to the bottom of my address book and locked my sights.
It was a number that I hoped for to never ever use.
I called it in, in a few rings a man on the other line greeted me.
“Hey, Hey what's up mother fucker! Cabron!”
Using a very lenient voice I answered.
“Yo, Brian… Are you still with Andrew? You know still in business?”
I have known Brian for the darkest dealings in my past life.
“Brian” is always in and out of Juvenile Prison.
He was charged with multiple charges of injury, brutality and murder.
He always gets away with serious crimes because of his Judge step father.
And “Andrew” is “Brian” partner. Twice the muscle less the intellect.

I know asking favor to these guys is like pointing a barrel in my head.
The price will be more than steep.
“Brian” confirmed that if I am commissioning them for a hit.
I said yes, and asked for the price.
He replied, two cases of beer and 5 packs of imported cigarettes.
From there I was surprised for the value of exchange.
Then I remember I was the one who got “Brian” out of his substance addiction and in rehab.
I parlayed with his guidance officers and stood for him.
As a witness of his new turned leaf and good moral character away from drugs.
Even though he is disturbed and prone to violent outbursts.
And to him he owes me one.

He began to ask for the details.
From that moment on there was no turning back.
A pact with the devil is to be made.
“Brian” I only want the girl to be taught a lesson.
So that her lies wont affect other victims.
Just punish her nothing drastic.
“Brian” asked do you want her to be? not walking for a few days?
I paused and I was hitting my head.
“No! nothing like that, no cuts or bruises as they easily bruise.”
“Brian” replied. “Hey man what ever you want”
I want you to, well just scare her make her leave the streets for a bit.
“Brian” laughed and agreed. “Bro! Bring the payment after the deed is done”

After a few days. “Junie” was finally released from the hospital.
He was out but still in constant medication.
His face could not bear the shame to his family members.
Ironic as “Junie's” father was a pastor.
I was minding my own business and my mobile phone rang.
As I looked who it was, my blood went cold.
It was fucking “Brian” as I have already forgotten about our deal in the days past.
I hoped that he was unable to find “Claire”.
No l prayed that he didn't found her.
In his overconfident voice “Hey Bro! Got some serious shit with you”
Dazed and confused I asked. “What happened?”

“Come to my Pad Bro! and bring the agreed payment” he said.
What? Why? I reluctantly uttered.
“Were gonna fucking celebrate the hit is finally done!” he answered.
“Why… what the fuck? I told you its not a hit!” I shouted.
“No. Just come here and I will explain it you” then “Brian" dropped the call
Then I hurried to 7-11 and bought the necessary boozes and cigars.
Jumped to the van and weaved through Makati traffic.
As I arrived to “Brian's” hell hole of a house, I felt scared or terrfied.

As soon as “Brian” let me in, I saw Andrew snorting some speed ball.
“This is not fucking good!” I said to myself.
I dropped the payment on the living room couch.
Both of the men were pleased and started laughing.
I was asked to sit, and there fore I did.
“Brian” started to talk, and what I heard was just fucking crazy.
It so happens that they were able to locate and stalk “Claire”.
During the stake out, they found that she was just a high school student.
She was studying in a premiere catholic school for girls as graduating next month.
“Claire” had the brains because she was at the top of her class.
As it turns out she was doing escort services to sustain her studies.

“Then you scared her right?” I asked.
Both of them laughed and said “Look at the TV here is the fucked up part”
“Brian” grabbed the remote and connected an AV camera to the TV.
As I was sitting in my seat, I started to cover my mouth.
I began to pant and sit uncomfortably.
I saw a recorded video of “Claire” she was broken and shattered.
It seems they have abducted her in some shitty basement.
She was crying and pleading for her life as the two men began touching her.
She could not do anything as the two men held her at knife point.
“Claire” was already naked and bruised.
She was probably drugged, before the abuse.

“Andrew” mentioned in the video that he got the hots for “Claire”.
He got aroused when seeing her up close.

"What can we do, she is hot and irresistible as hell!" Brian slipped out.

I began to cringe…

“Andrew” repeatedly mentioned how beautiful “Claire” was in the recorded video.
That her angelic face must be good in carrying out blow jobs.
“Andrew” started to forcefully insert his cock into “Claire's” mouth.
He then threatened her not to bite or else she gets the knife.
Without her consent “Claire” started sucking “Andrew's” dick.
Then I heard “Brian's” laughter in the video as he was holding the camera.

He put the video recorder down but retained its focus of the two subjects.
“Brian” moved behind “Claire” and started caressing her butt.
Right after he started in finger fucking her from behind.
“Claire” was not able to move as there is a dick in her mouth.
Then “Brian” started slapping his dick in “Claire's” butt.
He then proceeded in inserting it in her genitalia.
And there I saw her in pain, as I know she never wanted any of this.

Then they changed places and started to ram her in both holes violently.
After a few minutes, they stood her up right in between them.
“Brian” laid in the bed and forced “Claire” to lie over him.
And with “Claire” on top he proceeded in fucking her vagina.
“Andrew” followed and started aiming his dick in her ass.
“Andrew” gave a violent thud and she shouted in pain.
Immediately “Andrew” flashed the knife in front of “Claire's” eyes.

They were fucking her simultaneously in both holes.
A few moments later, one started licking her vagina.
The other one guy was given an oral.
The guy came within “Claire's” mouth.
Then “Brian” moved her facing flat on the bed.
He lifted her waist and began fucking her like a dog.
Hard thrusts and a few slow moments in between.

“Brian” then came inside of her pussy.
During the course of the video both men came multiple times.
Their barrage was done on multiple positions.
Some of the positions I never ever imagined deemed possible.
And it was already two hours worth of visual torture.
She was still banged up and pleading for mercy.
But her pleas were just echoes across the room.
I was biting my fingers as it bled as I was force to go trough the video.
Disgusted, worried and horrified.
As if I was the one being violated and degraded.

I pleaded to “Brian” to stop the video
Then the TV screen went blank.
I was terrified when I asked “Brian” “You did let her go right?”
Both men laughed with their demoniacal laughter.

“Of course we did not!” as he answered.
“It was a vile criminal act of abduction and rape” he added.
“We cant be too sure, she might go to the cops”
“But Bro! she was damn sweet for a bonus prize”

"You god damn fools"

“What the motherfucking shit Brian!” Where the hell is she?
“This is not our agreement, I gave mother fucking specific instructions”
“Andrew” stopped snorting and answered me laughing like a hyena.
“She is in the bottom of the “Pasig River bro”
“We placed her inside a huge luggage bag” “Brian” added.
“We also placed weights inside making sure she never floats and forever sink”

My mind felt like it was crushed. I could not describe the mixed emotions.
All those horrific realization and feelings came out all at once.

Fear!
Regret!
Guilt!
Anger!
Disgust!
Apathy!

"I blasted trough the door"

I ran out of the door and catch my breath outside.
I began to get tunnel vision and sweat heavily.
I leaned towards the side street and started to barf.
After releasing foul vomit, I tried to regain composure and went to the Van.
Walking weakened and confused.
I drove away from that hellish place.
I know It will take forever to atone for these sins.

"Son of a bitch!, what the Hell just happened, I repeated in my head over and over"

As I was passing along Edsa I saw a bill board on top of a seminary.

“YOU CANNOT RIGHT A WRONG WITH ANOTHER WRONG DOING”

With the song of Nirvana playing on the van radio.

-END