Bringing Home Danny by M.A. Blisher

hold his legs and turn him over. Danny was able to jerk a hand free. He swung out in full force without any real direction. He made contact with a shoulder and felt his feet jerk free of the restraining hands.
    “ Get the little fucker!”  
    More sets of hands came into play and Danny was easily turned over. His lack of free will was not only an internal struggle as his body was physically overpowered. Danny was helpless as fear and rage coursed through him without benefit of release. His head throbbed in and out of consciousness. A wave of bile rose up from the pit of his stomach when he felt a hand dip down into the seat of his pants and rest between his crack. His chest was crushed against the mattress making it difficult for him to breathe. It occurred to him that he might choke on his own puke. As he felt his pants being yanked down, he prayed that he would pass out so he would not have to experience the humiliation of being raped.
     
    *****
    TJ was searching the house for his new young friend and was disappointed when he couldn't find him. He was hoping he would at least get a chance to say goodbye. When he couldn't locate Danny's roommates either, he figured they must have left.
    He found his buddy Emmett and asked accusingly, “You didn't let them leave did you?”
    “ Who?”  
    “ You know, Danny and his friends. Not one of them was fit to drive.”  
    “ No, Dan was a bit drunk. I think they were taking him to a room to sleep it off.”  
    “ Oh? Where?” TJ couldn't shake his bad feeling and went to go check on him.  
    “ Hold on, I'll go with you. It's my house. If anyone dies of alcohol poisoning, I should know about it.”  
    As they got closer to the room located toward the back of the first floor, they heard what sounded like a drunken brawl accompanied by hoots and titters of amusement. TJ swung the door open, and felt a murderous rage sweep over him. “GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!” he screamed.
    A group of men immediately stood up staring at the door, mouths hung open in surprise. The tallest one, the one TJ knew as the brother of the bride, regained his composure quickly, and said with a pompoussmirk, “Don't worry, there's plenty to go around.”
    TJ's fist connected with his jaw before he had a chance to wipe the sick smile from his face.
    Emmett burst in the room behind TJ. “Get the hell out of my house!”
    “ Holy shit!” someone screamed, after watching Greg crash to the floor. The shouts brought partygoers to the room, some to offer assistance, others out of curiosity. Not satisfied with flooring one asshole, TJ was ready to take on the whole lot.  
    “ Get the fuck out of my house or I'll call the cops,” Emmett repeated.  
    Recognizing defeat, Danny's attackers decided to cut their losses, and hightailed it out of the room. The only thing keeping TJ from chasing them down and beating the shit out of each one of them, was the image of Danny trying to pull up his pants while he half crawled and half fell off the side of the bed. TJ reached him as he was clutching his stomach trying not to vomit.
    “ Help me get him to the bathroom,” TJ urged his friend, “he's gonna punk.”  
    Danny didn't think his life could get any worse. He almost wished he wasn't rescued so people wouldn't see him like this, especially TJ. Once again he found himself being led by two men without his consent, heading in an unknown direction. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this time the intention was to help and not harm, but it didn't make him feel any less vulnerable. When they reached the bathroom, TJ eased Danny to the floor facing the toilet. As he gripped the side of the commode, Danny's stomach muscles contracted, and he painfully dry heaved three consecutive times.
    “ Take it easy, kid,” TJ soothed, as he rubbed his back. “You're all right.”  
    On his fourth try, Danny violently up chucked all the toxins, alcohol, and the small amount of food he had that day.
    Emmett was