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The Boys and the Illuminate - 1
by ladygagaluv (anthgonz1994@gmail.com)

***

I hope to make my story into a small series. It is 
narrated by Alex the member of The Boys from Downtown 
a boy band of the late nineties who find themselves 
wrapped up in the machinations of the Illuminate. 
Will they be able to escape? Time will tell. (Mm, ped,
nc, rp, fantasy)

***

Even after two whole years of it Tyler kept fighting 
back. Even after the rest had given up Tyler just 
kept at it. I didn’t know what helped him to keep 
fighting back for as long as he did. Was it the need 
to prove himself to the father he barely knew—that 
specter of a man who had disappeared from his life in 
the middle of the night fourteen years ago. Tyler 
would never tell me his reason and I would never get 
to ask because after this night we would never see 
each other again. 

After two years of struggle Tyler would finally give 
up his fight. He would be overpowered by the John 
that had purchased him for the evening. This was no 
ordinary John the kind that goes prowling for a whore 
on some street corner. No this John was one of the 
richest men in the world. 

The only people that could afford the prices on our 
heads were bankers, fortune five-hundred owners, 
politicians, sultans, presidents, every clout glutton 
in the world. Basically The John was one of society’s 
elite that was hungry for the ass of the most highly 
sought boy in the world. Of course, it was not just 
Tyler who would suffer for the next six years. It was 
all of The Boys from Downtown who faced humiliating 
ordeals. Except me. 

The ones responsible for the torment of my friends 
was the completely secret and mysterious underground 
cabal of legend. 

The Illuminate.

Yes, the collection of affluent individuals who for 
centuries were believed to be pulling the strings of 
civilization is in fact real. And when they came for 
me and The Boys from Downtown we would learn how far 
their power extended. 

***

The Boys from Downtown

We like many other boy band in the late nineties 
wanted success, stardom, and our name in the marquee. 
It may sound cliché but we had a dream and in the 
summer of nineteen ninety-seven it would come true. 
However our joy turned to fear and our fantasy into a 
nightmare that we could not escape.

I remember it like it was yesterday; waiting for the 
call from Screwball Records. They had seem interested 
in us ever since I had sent in our audition tape 
about a month before. Our rep Johnny Dee, who my dad 
had hired from a cheap agency, had been doing all the 
schmoozing he could to talk the company into giving 
us a chance. That night sitting so still in my living 
room with the guys and my parents you could hear a 
pin drop. Tyler suggested watching the football match 
but even as Italy had trounced over London we were 
hardly paying attention. 

When the phone rang at 2:00 a.m. in the morning we 
all jumped up in shock. It took a moment to register 
the actual ringing but when I did I lunged at the 
phone, catapulting myself from the couch over George 
who sat right next to me. From the phone emanated the 
cool soft voice of Arnold Verbënski owner of 
Screwball Records. After a pleasant greeting he gave 
us the answer that would change our lives forever, 
“You’re in Boys.” 

***

Our career had begun reasonably enough countless 
interviews by well-regarded media personalities who 
seemed to want to help our image as best they could. 
They made us more charming, funnier, and more 
intelligent than what people expected from boys 
raised in such a troubled district of South London as 
Brixton. It took more Johnny Dee and more than a few 
kind hosts to clean us up and provide the world a 
perfect blend of street urchin and fine West End 
gentlemen. It was definitely our rough yet innocent 
ways that brought us under the gaze of The 
Illuminate. Soon we would know how so many denizens 
of the underworld were readying to devour us.  

It happened in the spring of nineteen ninety-eight 
after we had won best breakout group of the decade at 
the Grammy’s. We were quickly escorted into our 
awaiting limo passed screaming fans and overzealous 
paparazzi. We believed we were going to an after-
party thrown by some Hollywood big wig at the Emperor 
Plaza. The guys and I drank champagne heavily even 
though we were told by Johnny Dee not to, we 
reassured we could handle it seeing as we had been 
drinking since we were fourteen. Johnny Dee sat in 
the front seat with the driver probably joking around 
as was his nature, he reminded me of my uncle which 
was probably what convinced my father to hire him in 
the first place.

The limo drove quickly into the night. The champagne 
was making me sleepy—I was always a light weight—I 
didn’t notice us leaving the city. Soon the towering 
skyscrapers of Los Angeles disappeared and the 
crooked necks of yellow cranes and the dusty windows 
of industrial buildings flew by my window in a miasma 
of lurid images. We came upon a large warehouse in 
the middle of what I could only guess was nowhere. 
The limo came to an abrupt stop near the giant metal 
doors of the entrance. From the corner of my eye I 
could see the guys rising from their seats finally 
noticing that something was wrong. 

Suddenly the metal doors parted and the limo pulled 
in to the darkness before us. The only lights came 
from the small fixtures in the floor and ceiling of 
the limousine. I could see my reflection in the 
window beside me but I could not make out anything 
outside. I felt a cold chill run through me. A pit 
opened in my stomach making me fill like I was 
falling. I had had the same feeling before at a photo 
shoot the boys and I did at Coney Island. I have 
always hated heights but the photographer insisted it 
would be fun and makes look ordinary if we got of the 
Ferris Wheel. Even though I was feeling sick to my 
stomach the guys had helped me to have a good time. I 
did. But now I was terrified and no amount of joking 
was going to change it. 

I crawled from my seat toward the glass separating us 
from the driver and Johnny Dee. I could see nothing 
beyond the glass until a light flashed on 
illuminating the front seat. I could see Johnny Dee 
looking straight ahead into the darkness. I knocked 
on the glass to get his attention. Johnny Dee turned 
to look at me. On his face was a look of absolute 
terror; snot hung from his nose and tears filled his 
eyes he looked as if he had been crying for hours 
sweat clung to his brow. His eyes turned toward the 
driver. 

I followed them. And to my horror I saw a gun being 
held out by the driver a twisted smile danced across 
his face. Before I could make sense of anything that 
was happening I could see the driver playing fully 
place the gun against Johnny Dee’s head and pull the 
trigger. 

The noise vibrated the glass vibrated the glass as 
blood kissed its surface. It was Tobe the baby of the 
group that screamed first that night. I turned to see 
him begin to hyperventilate. Tyler’s face took on a 
stupid look that any other time would have elicited a 
laugh from me but now filled me with cold terror. 
Being the only one of the group who had ever seen 
death before tonight Tyler recovered from his shock 
quickly and began shouting at Tobe to shut up. 
Panicking George and Cory began pulling at the door 
handles only to discover they were locked. Still 
George banged of the window trying to break it, he 
finally stopped when his hand let out a disgusting 
crunching sound. 

Through it all I sat on the floor looking at my 
friends screaming, pounding, and breaking. Their 
voices lost into the darkness beyond. 

I crawled toward the nearest window looking out 
pretending I saw home outside. Suddenly light flooded 
the warehouse and I was blinded by the shock. When my 
eyes adjusted I was met by a sight that would haunt 
my memories forever. Thirteen men stood outside 
dressed all in black, black pants, black shirts, and 
a black ski mask covering everything but their mouths 
and eyes. They slowly began to advance toward us. 
Cory, Tyler, and Tobe lunged at the door on the 
opposite side of the limousine pulling at the handles 
with no success, George laid on the ground his 
injured hand cradled in his side. I simply looked at 
the advancing men not moving not even breathing. 

A small click sounded over the oppressive silence and 
I knew then that the men had opened the door. But it 
was not the door the guys had struggled with it was 
the door that offered no escape the door between us 
and them. Two of the men pulled themselves inside and 
inspected us with an unconcealed look of glee. They 
had perfectly white teeth and the deepest blue eyes I 
had ever seen. 

Both men walked toward me and without a seconds 
hesitation lifted me up and sat me down between them. 
I don’t know what was going through the boys’ minds 
while they watched the two men begin running their 
fingers through my hair, sliding their hands down my 
trouser leg, and ripping my shirt apart; the buttons 
showering down onto the ground like teardrops. 

One of the men snuck his hand under my shirt and 
pinched my nipple between his forefinger and thumb. 
My navy blue button-down and suit jacket Johnny Dee 
had picked out especially for me lay like a fallen 
bird on the floor. My shirt was slowly lifted by both 
men over my head and thrown toward the boys who must 
have been huddled in the corner. The man on my right 
side brought his lips toward my chest and began 
tonguing my nipples innocently. The other man pulled 
off my belt and undid my fly so quickly I barely had 
time to register his movement before he had his mouth 
over my sex. 

I am not sure when I had become aroused but when I 
looked down on the bobbing head in my lap I could see 
I was sporting an erection. At seventeen I had never 
had anyone put their face anywhere near my crotch and 
even if there were someone who had been interested I 
never imagined it would be a man in a ski mask on the 
outskirts of a city thousands of miles from London. 
As the men busied themselves with their activity I 
looked toward my friends who now seemed to have 
company of their own.

Tobe was nestled in the lap of a giant. The giant 
seemed to take up the entire backseat. He had broad 
shoulders, large arms, and a thick chest that must 
have formed after living a life similar to Atlas who 
carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. 
That massive body cradled a fourteen year old boy 
whose face was being gently kissed by tears that 
flowed like rivers from his eyes. 

Tobe had his slacks around his ankles his underwear 
clung around his thighs. He had worn his lucky 
superman underwear tonight and I knew they were his 
lucky underwear because his brother Cory had told me 
so when we were hanging out in his room listening to 
his mom and her boyfriend go at it in the upstairs 
bedroom. I doubt Tobe would ever think those 
underwear were lucky again. Because now he sat in the 
lap of a giant whose beefy hand was wrapped around 
his penis slowly jerking him off. 

As I looked away from Tobe I noticed that George and 
Tyler were missing. For a strange second I thought I 
saw them back in Brixton in my living room waiting 
for a call. However what I did see was Cory, the boy 
that I had shared my first cigarette with, the boy 
who was the first guy in the eighth level class to 
grow facial hair which he cut into a pristine goatee, 
was being held down in a seat opposite his brother 
with a dark shadow straddling him and plunging an 
incredibly large penis into his mouth. 

I just couldn’t believe such a spectacle was really 
taking place in front of me. I watched as the shadow 
pushed itself into Cory bringing about a chocking 
sound from deep in his throat that was quickly 
followed by a large glob of saliva that dribbled down 
Cory’s cheek onto his maroon vest. Cory’s cheeks were 
flushed and sweat poured down his face, he looked 
like he was suffocating. I wanted to shout out but my 
lips felt so heavy it’s as if they were glued 
together. I could only watch as Cory swallowed the 
shadow, silently pleading for his torment to end.

It did end at least for this particular shadow who 
now lifted itself up until it was level with Cory’s 
face and released itself with a force that shook the 
limousine. Several white globs that looked like the 
phlegm I had once coughed up when I was sick landed 
on Cory’s cheek and hung like glue. It was then that 
Cory let out a terrible cry a cry of a boy who wanted 
his mother. But the cry would not last long as 
another shadow climbed onto Cory and inserted another 
phallus which proved just as large as the one before.

I turned away from the scene to focus once again on 
my predicament. The men who had chosen me for their 
entertainment were now completely naked, how had I 
not noticed this? Each of them had their face near my 
dick. It was only when I made eye contact with them 
that they began their work. One of them who I just 
noticed now had a scar across his lip took the head 
of my penis into his mouth. The warm wetness of his 
tongue sent chills reverberating down my shaft. He 
then pulled the skin around my penis down and licked 
the spine of my shaft. 

My body betrayed me as it sent an electric current 
through my brain. Endorphins swam into my blood 
covering me with a euphoria I had never known. I 
tilted my head backward as the tingle of perdition 
raged through me. While The Scar lovely licked his 
way back to my tip he breathed hot breath onto the 
cooled skin causing me to crinkle my toes. I noticed 
that the other man who had distinct yellow specks in 
his blue eyes was now cupping each of my balls in his 
mouth. I couldn’t take it anymore. Why were these 
bastards so concerned with bringing me pleasure while 
their brethren were tormenting Cory beside me? I 
would learn in due time that my master had saw to it 
that my handlers treat me kindly.

Only now can I make sense of the horror that night. 
The reason that Johnny Dee had been murdered in front 
of me, a simple testament to show the power of The 
Illuminate. What did it matter to them the life of a 
cheap celebrity agent who lived in a one room 
apartment with a decade old cat and a rusted stove. 
They would have no trouble in making such an 
individual disappear, such was their power. But why 
treat Cory with such disdain rape him so viciously on 
his first night? 

I learned later it did not even compare to the 
brutality levied against Tyler who fought back until 
his arm and leg had been broken. Cory’s master had 
told him his oral rape was due to his incessant habit 
of talking over everyone during interviews; maybe 
this first lesson would teach him to hold his tongue. 
I had always noticed Cory’s habit to be the center of 
attention and while I began to cozy up to The Masters 
of The Boys from Downtown I wholeheartedly agreed on 
the severity of his first lesson. 

There were five masters that owned The Boys from 
Downtown. One for each of us. However they were not 
the only ones who touched us. The Johns were allowed 
to play with us as well. The Johns were usually 
friends of The Masters but they didn’t have to be. 
The Johns were anyone who had the money to buy us for 
a night or a weekend but it would cost more without 
the Acquaintance Discount. 

Even if The Masters wanted us for themselves they 
were obligated by the Council of the Eye to share us, 
their idea of humility I guess. Despite the ability 
for anyone to buy me no one besides my master would 
touch me for those six long years with the 
Illuminate. He was an exception to the rules and he 
would be, seeing that he was the President of the 
United States.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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